When Cum Is Your Love Drug

It presents a sexual dilemma: How do you start just as he finishes up?

I love cum. Male ejaculate, to be specific. I like the way it feels, tastes, looks, smells, and behaves. I’m also a big fan of the circumstances surrounding cum — specifically, the male orgasm. There’s something addictive about causing and witnessing that moment of complete and total vulnerability in a man’s life: It’s a beautiful opportunity for connection, when all the walls are down and nothing but a hot, sticky layer of male DNA separates you from him.

And obviously, it results in cum. Whether he’s busting on my ass, in my mouth, or anywhere in between, I can’t overstate how much it turns me on.

Unfortunately, the end of a man’s orgasm typically signifies the end of the sexual encounter as well, meaning I’m just getting started right as he’s winding down. Some men are blessed (or cursed, depending on the relationships they’re in) with a godlike reload time, but being ready for Round 2 is a lot to expect from even the most enthusiastic lovers.

The thing is, my hypothetical lover could — of course — turn right around and get me off with his hands or his mouth or a toy, but I’m not as focused on my own orgasm as much as I am on being super aroused and also, my ideal scenario begins and ends with cum. (Basically, they get off once, and then we go to town on each other again.) Once I’m riding the cum train, there’s only one stop where I want to get off: wherever this metaphorical locomotive of jizz originated.

This may explain my penchant for group sex. Besides all the attention I get, having a tag-team strategy increases the likelihood I’ll get showered with cum throughout the night, exponentially increasing my arousal in turn. I’m the kind of gal for whom an initial instance of vaginal sex simply whets my appetite, so any scenario that ensures we’re going all night is pretty desirable.

But let’s get back to cum.

I once explained my model of attraction as a simple, black-and-white hypothetical — which is obviously never the case. But one approach makes sense: I’m at least baseline attracted to someone if the thought of their genitals being in my mouth doesn’t gross me out.

But if picturing their dick down my throat makes me cringe, there’s a solid chance I’m not ready to add them into my little black book.

This is doubly true if the thought of their cum freaks me out. I know not everyone is into jizz, be it from the love of their life or a studly one-night-stand, but considering the role it plays in my own pleasure, I have to be pretty stoked on the thought of their man-juice in or around my mouth to move forward with bedding them.

Frankly, this is a good way to narrow down my coupling choices. Despite my brash honesty in describing what gets me into mating-mode, I’m pretty selective — partly because if a partner delivers a delicious load of cum into my mouth, I want to be able to call them up again. There’s nothing more disappointing than finding that cum unicorn only for them to disappear back into the magical kingdom whence they came (and where I cannot follow).

Which brings us back to the issue at hand: How do you deal with having a cum fetish when his ending is your beginning? That reload time can be essential, but it’s a lot of pressure to place on a man you otherwise like.

It becomes a matter of time management, which is obviously a very sexy component of cum fetishes. If, after earlier-in-the-day intercourse, I have the aftertaste of cum in my mouth — or baby-batter leaking between my legs — you can bet I’ll stay turned on long enough for an evening rendezvous. Of course, this necessitates a man who can swing a doubleheader, but not every sexual encounter can be centered around the average male experience. Sometimes, it’s got to be about me and my love of cum.

But having that sticky, physical memory to dwell upon throughout the day can really enhance life for cum fetishists. Even with men who only want to box one round or fewer per day, looking forward to their hot load can be super-arousing, too. Men can accommodate by drinking plentiful water and snacking on foods and vitamins that will thicken their frosting, giving me (and people like me) the dessert equivalent of male protein. After all, knowing there’s a tremendous finish at the end only enhances the appetizers and entrees.

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