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No one was more surprised than I was when he leapt from the bed. “Where are you going?” I asked, confused that he’d abandoned ship just as it was about to set sail, as it were.
“I want to come on your face.”
My head already hung half-way over the edge of the bed, so I quickly swiveled under him. “Give it to me,” I demanded, and I didn’t have to wait long. Before I could hoist my tits into what I thought would be the most attractive position, hot come splashed over me.
And then it obeyed the call of gravity, as fluids are wont to do. If I’d have moved I would have destroyed the tail end of his orgasm and possibly run head first into his nut-sack. So I laid still, but I couldn’t control my laughter as the come found its way into my hair.
And into my eyes. And up my nose.
He came to from the pleasure and noticed the state of my face. Immediately a stream of apologies shot forth from his mouth. I assured him that I loved — nay, lived for — being covered in come. “Can I get you a towel?” he asked, heading toward the bathroom.
“Yes please, and a nasal aspirator, if you have one.”
Remember what we learned in grade school, about how smell plays a large part in the way we perceive taste? Never have I been so vividly reminded of that lesson. For the rest of the evening I was immersed in not only the smell of his come but also its taste, even though none of it had originally landed in my mouth. Come can be pungent stuff; I’m glad my friend laid off the asparagus and broccoli before our meeting.
I found though that come does wonders for clearing out the sinuses. I’d recommend it for anyone dealing with colds or seasonal allergies. But if you happen to be the one administering the cure, you should probably check first.
Doling out this particular folk remedy without an explicit request might not be the best idea.
The mental image you just errr….painted…is indeed a comical one. And with a handy medical tip thrown in. Who would of thunk it.
XX
oh man
oh man
*laughs helplessly*
awesome
*snerk* I think my drink came out my nose when I read this!
xx Dee
Really? Maybe that’s why guys like to come on our faces — a primitive instinct to heal.
Ha! I kill myself…
Yikes!
I too love being covered in cum, and the smell and taste of it… but I won’t even put my face under water because I hate getting water up my nose! I can’t imagine this would be better.
I think I’ll stick to dayquill or claritin when needed. lol.
You guys realize I was joking, right? :)
yes, yes we do :)
Hmmm … clearing out my own sinuses could prove something of a challenge …
Heather from I Deepthroat had a great video that was my all-time favorite of hers. In it at some point she is surprised by a cumshot that gets her in the corner of her eye and she laughs delightedly. We were making a kinky VHS tape some 15 years ago and had the very same thing captured on film, I loved that tape, but sadly it got tapped over in a period of some (probably justified) mistrust.
If you can’t laugh at amateur self-inflicted bukkake what can you laugh at?
Oh that’s so good! So funny! He certainly did his job at covering you. I don’t think I’ll be taking your particular remedy, but duly noted just the same. :)
Thanks for the cool Neti Pot reference!
BTW, ever try cum as conditioner? I hear some women swear by it.
Ha!!! my girl once said “you can cum anwhere you want as long as its not up my nose”!! women are clearly of one mind!
There actually was a punk band in the 80’s that put out an EP called, “If you love me, you’ll snort my load”.
Um. Yeah… I think I’ll stick to him coming in my mouth. :)
Well, maybe not, but definitely not up the nose.
Isn’t it wonderful to be covered in his cum? I adore it.