V’s Wet Inbox – He gets upset when I don’t swallow

Happy Cum“I hate swallowing my husband’s cum.  I don’t know if it’s because I know it comes from inside his body or I just don’t get why men need to have their mess swallowed. It just makes me want to gag.   Plus the taste and texture are horrible.”

I understand how you feel because there was a time when I didn’t like swallowing.  I did it, but I didn’t enjoy it.  Semen isn’t pumpkin juice. I get it, it doesn’t have a marketable flavor.  But there is a mental feeling behind it, symbolism if you will, behind the act of swallowing.  It’s your man, it’s his juices, it’s clean, and more importantly, it’s not disgusting.  How could something that creates human life be disgusting?  I think you have to understand this concept as a first step in swallowing, not just plugging your nose and asking your man to accept the “I swallowed.  Are you happy now?” attitude.

With that being said, understand that it’s not the taste that you hate, it’s probably the act. Full acceptance of your man and, for lack of a better word, swallowing your pride, means you are ready to start having fun with your man’s semen. Start with a small lick of it, just enough to taste it. Feel the texture, the aftertaste, the way it slides on your tongue, the gritty feeling left behind when you swallow – love it, love everything about it. When you’re ready, let him shoot on your lips; lick your lips clean like you’re licking cupcake icing off of your lips.

Another thing to remember is that for me, it turns me on to show off to my man that I love his cum, to the point where I want it everywhere on me. I’ll let him cum anywhere he wants as long as I get to eat it.  Another symbolic action is ensuring that it ends up in me, either in my mouth, vagina, or ass. I’m not a prostitute who wipes her John’s jizz off her stomach or ass cheeks when she’s done fucking. It’s an honor to have my man on me, in me, wherever I can get it. You work hard to turn him on, fuck him, and to get his juices flowing out and up his dick. So whatever comes out of it, you own.  Why would I want the fluid that helped create my family thrown in the trash or flushed down the toilet on a napkin?  It’s special, I treat it special.  I take care of my man’s seeds, and put them where they belong, in my body.

Remember: of all the things you put in your body – alcohol, cigarettes, drugs (illegal or otherwise) soda, junk food, and candy, semen should be the least of your problems. It’s  healthy, clean (probably the absolute cleanest thing that comes out of the human body — as long as your man is healthy),  and it’s chock full of nutrients.

Deepthroating: My Introduction

 
Deepthroat

Yummy banana.

What is deepthroating?
My definition of “Deepthroating” is taking a dick past the soft palate in your mouth and sliding it down into your throat.

 

My First (Real) Deepthroat
 The first time I heard about deepthroating was from a girlfriend of mine in high school. Not only did I hear about it, but they shared a video of her performing the act.  I can remember thinking that her boyfriend’s penis was small, but they both seemed happy.  And I admit, to my young eyes her technique was amazing.  She could take his penis and put it all in her mouth, and then lick his balls (see article: “Oral Techniques“). Although she bragged about her deepthroat prowess, in my mind I called it “deep mouthing.”  By the looks of it, I doubt his penis was even hitting the back of her mouth.  When I met my husband, Ryan, I guess I was a bit cocky. Maybe I was competitive with my girlfriends but that old video stuck in my mind and I knew I could do it better than my friend.  I was going to take all of him easy, I didn’t care he was 6’4 and I was just a little Filipino girl.   And then I realized, all men aren’t built the same.  I tried to take Ryan’s longer, fatter dick deep in my throat, and almost gagged immediately. His head hit my soft palate and my lips were only at the edge of his circumcision scar, which was not even a third of the way down. Ryan would grind his hips into my mouth, but his dick would just bend and I would eventually gag and switch to only sucking and kissing on the tip of his penis. Although at the time I didn’t realize I wasn’t deepthroating him (it felt deep), I just figured I was deepthroating as much as I could. If Ryan asked me to deepthroat, I would stick his dick back as far as I could in my mouth and press it hard against the back of my tongue and soft palate. The pressure from my tongue (coupled with my panic of choking/gagging) kept my throat closed and his dick from going down any further. I wasn’t doing it on purpose; it was an instinct to keep me from feeling like I was going to choke. After I’d press for a few seconds, I would gag and Ryan would give me positive reinforcement by saying, “Good girl.” I was naïve to believe that deepthroating just meant putting as much of the dick in your mouth as possible, but my husband was happy I was at least trying and I just felt his penis was too big.

 

What is a true deepthroat?
You have the hard palate and the soft palate.  It takes a little bit of coaxing to get your man’s dick past the soft palate because you’re not used to having something so big and wide in your throat.  You have to remind yourself that you will not choke on it; you can lift up or pull away if you “feel” you are in danger.  Additionally, if the dick is really in your throat you will NOT be able to breathe.  If you can breathe, you’re doing it wrong.  A true deepthroat will cover your entire throat and prevent air from going in or out.  I was intimidated at first because my husband’s dick circumference is nearly 6” around and during the first few days of learning, it was like a bee stung me in my neck and my throat was closing up.

When my husband asked if I was willing to learn how to really deepthroat, I was down for the challenge.  And yes, there was a lot of watery eyes, coughing, and gagging at first, but only because I didn’t know the proper techniques or that there were even techniques to learn.  I thought it was as simple as swallowing or eating.  But it truly is an art.  I tried to look it up online, but I didn’t get too much help.  I knew then I was going to have to learn by hands-on experiences.  Quitting was not an option.

Continued: My Experience Learning To Deepthroat

2012

Face Fucking

Face fucking is just like how it sounds: a man is fucking your mouth.  My husband and I discovered this position as we were finding new ways to deepthroat (see article “Deepthroating: My Introduction”).  Face fucking has become one of my favorite positions and sometimes I prefer it to vaginal sex because of how much I love doing this.  This position gets me the wettest, the most turned on, and nothing we do ever compares to how wet my pussy gets from taking his cock in my throat.

I start on my back, lying on the bed, no pillows.  My husband  gets on top of me like we’re 69ing.  He licks my clit and I stroke his dick for a minute or two.  Then I take his soft  dick into my mouth and swish it back and forth, like I’m gargling mouthwash, until I feel it begin to grow.  When he is about 60% hard, I take a deep breath and I grab his ass cheeks and pull him down onto my face.  He then proceeds to grind his cock down my throat.   This feels like I have a second pussy getting fucked with a fat dildo.  After about 35-45 seconds he pulls his dick out and I gasp for air. I rest for about 15 seconds before pulling him back down for more.  I “talk” (aug aug aug aug aug)  and it sounds like I’m gagging each time he dips his cock into my mouth.

Round 2:  I lick the corners of my mouth as my husband’s dick is getting thicker between my jaws.  If I don’t, his shaft will burn my lips.  I trace my fingers down his crack and fondle his loose balls.  They’re warm and they hang low, hitting my face with every pumping action.  His ball skin is smooth and I suck on them while stroking his dick before he begins again.  My husband moans as he feels my warm mouth around both his balls.  I signal that I’m ready to go again by pulling him down to me.  I open my mouth wide and since it’s slowly getting harder, I tilt my head back to make way for a growing cock.  I take a deep breath.  He’s thick and can easily find its way straight down my throat.  He buries his face in my pussy and wraps his arms around my legs like he’s climbing a tree. His slimy wet cock makes smacking sounds each time he pulls up.  Time.

I inhale again, catching my breath and regenerating for the next cycle.  My husband talks dirty tells me how good my throat feels like a second pussy that doesn’t bottom out.

Round 3: Once again I pull my husband down into my mouth, eager to feel him face fuck me.  He’s about 80% hard now.  His balls are scrunching up and I see goose bumps forming on his ass cheeks.  We do this at least 3-4 times a week so I know this is what it looks like between his legs when he’s ready to cum.  He can’t even see this himself.  All he knows is that he wants to cum so bad.  His balls are ready to push his cum up through his dick and into my mouth.  I can’t wait for it to gush out, to taste his cum on my tongue and on my lips, to slurp up every delicious drop.  He keeps darting his hips hard onto my face like a piston.  But I’m out of breath.

He lifts up just in time as if he knew this was the right moment to do it.  I suck on his balls again.  I point his dick down towards his face and jack him off, his skin sliding around his hard cock.  He moans louder, not giving his cock a break.  I turn it back to my mouth and he waits for a hint that I’m ready.

Round 4:  My husband drops his dick down and I am more than eager to gulp him down.  I pull him as far down as he can go and his balls, now tight, his nuts pulled deep into his crotch, have stopped slapping me on the face.  I rub my clit in small little circles as my entire body bounces under his weight.  He fucks my mouth so hard, but I’ve learned to face fucking so well, how to angle my head at every stage of hardness, that I beg (loud gargled moans) for him to keep ramming his cock down my throat.  He wants to stop because he is afraid he’s hurting me.  He pulls out for a second and I tell him not to stop, to keep going until he cums.  I immediately slam his hips back into my face.  I take other hand and feel my pussy dripping with my own froth.  It’s gotten on the sheets, a wet spot forming under both my ass cheeks.  My moans are muffled each time his dick blocks my throat.  His dick is rock hard now, his hot cum is ready to shoot out.  But I hold him down, his tight balls on my nostrils, the tip of his 9 inch dick head settled at the deep end of my throat.  His nutsack twitches on my face as his cum shoots into my throat.  Seven shots, eight shots, nine shots…his dick keeps cumming and I don’t have to swallow one drop as it goes straight to my stomach like a feeding tube.

With my eyes watering I have now been holding my breath for well over a minute, moving my throat muscles around his twitching penis to make sure all his cum makes it into my stomach.  He pulls his dick out with cum still dripping from his head.   I hungrily suck his gland clean as it exits my mouth, before finally gagging for air one last time.