“Anywhere except my eyes or my hair.”
That was my standard response to the “Where should I come?” question for a long time. So it’s not surprising that no one ever attempted to give me a facial.
I often say that I’d rather go to the gyno than the dentist. Shove a speculum up my twat, sure, whatev… But get literally in my face with your halitosis? Shudder. My face just seems more vulnerable.
But Christmas Dick suggested coming on my face lately, and “not in my hair or my eyes” was not what went through my head.
It was a close-up view CD’s cock pumping out come while he tried to stifle his groans. Feeling his hot semen land on my cheek and my forehead and ohhh… maybe a drop on the corner of my mouth, where I could snatch it with my tongue.
When it was *his* come, I wanted to be wiping it out of my eyes, wanted it plastering strands of hair to my cheek. I wanted to be coated in the stuff.
His orgasms are one of my favorite things on earth, and having one literally thrust in my face was exquisite. (Yes, it was as good as I’d anticipated.)
The annoying thing about ejaculation is that there are *too many* wonderful places it can happen. It was hard enough to choose among my mouth (yum), my pussy (primal), and my ass (so dirty). I occasionally enjoyed come on my tits, too (lover-scented lube for my incredibly sensitive nipples).
Now that I have added my face to the list of enjoyable locations, it’s going to be even harder to choose. As I mentioned in Fertile, my hormones and my pussy are still deeply in cahoots to make PIV sex my favorite.
Decisions, decisions…
PS: Do you suffer from “where should he come” indecisiveness? Try geeking out with a random number generator. 1 = pussy, 2 = mouth, 3 = ass, 4 = face.
These decisions can be so hard, but equally pleasurable!
Yessssss. 😁