Cum addicted

Yes, I met and own a girl who is addicted to my cum.

Back in the day, when I was maybe in my late 20s, I would peruse literotica for stories. The ones that peaked my interest were often around mind control, dubious consent and girls who craved cum (and the men that gave it to them). Sometimes I’d find a story that combined all three… a girl who would be “tricked” or drugged into a love for a man and his cum, a girl who would become single minded in her desire, her need for a mans cum on, in, and around her.

Flash forward a couple of decades and I have come to realise that no trickery is required. When you meet the right girl for you, a dirty girl, a submissive, a slave… When you are able to unlock and enable all those deep desires that she has. The things that society says “nice girls” don’t do. When you respect her because of it. When you earn her dedication and love. Well… then both your dreams can come true.

My youthful fantasy of a girl having a deep need for my cum is now my reality. We joke when it goes more than 24 hours because she gets antsy and her need is visible. She gets restless and can’t settle.

Be it that she’s fed after a morning blowjob, or wears my cum on her breasts so she can smell it as she sleeps through the night, he physical need for it is apparent.

She loves to wear it, eat it, smell it, and play in it. When I come on her she’s anxious to let it dry so that she can enjoy it as it flakes off during the day. When she swallows it she loves the small burps that bring it’s smell and taste back into her mouth during the day. She’s extra happy when it’s chunky and bits get stuck between her teeth - a treat saved for later. When I cum over her face and get some in hair, she’ll suck the dry cum off in the morning.

She’s grateful however she is allowed to receive and enjoy it. Sometimes I just need a place to unload, and she’ll gratefully turn her back so I can come into the dip at the junction of her back and ample rear. Degradingly using her while holding her lovingly. All things mixed.

Occasionally I’ll let her play with her cunt with my cum on her fingers. The slickness bringing her to release in rapid time.

There’s very few places she hasn’t had my cum. Into her hand, onto the softness of her arms, in her eyes, up her nose, in her ears. All senses have been excited (and plugged) by it. She’ll do anything to keep the flow coming.

When I come more than once she gets like a giddy schoolgirl as she gets more and more. The days of 5 times at once - a one person bukkake may be over. But she still elicits a couple of loads of cum from me on a regular basis.

You see. She turns me on. Her being who she always needed to be. The fact that I enable her. The fact that we love and respect each other for our desires.

I had a fantasy and she has made it real in every sense. This is our normal. Our everyday.

She’s my cum addicted slave. I love her, and I’m keeping her forever.

M.

(P. S. As I wrote this I paused after a couple of paragraphs since she had made my breakfast and it was time to eat. We ate and sleepily spoke to each other before deciding to take coffee back to bed. Leaving our coffee aside for a moment I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled in. As the kids were likely to be up and about soon, my desire to make her orgasm grew, and I started to rub her clit through her pjs. She smiled and joked that she didn’t think it would take me long and she was right - her body turns me on. By the time my hand was inside her pants and bringing her to eruption her hand was on my already hard cock. She eagerly continued, sighing in the way I love once I was exposed and she could see the object of her desire as she stroked. Once I was close I took over and she immediately pulled out one of her huge udders for me to enjoy. Pumping against her softness while roughly moving my hand against her nipple, her small quiet whimpers of pain - they all bring me close, but it’s her plain and true statement “I’ll do anything for it” is what pushes me over the edge and I shoot all over her breast and cleavage. She eagerly moves her hand to find any small bit left behind on my hand or cock, wiping it on any dry spot of herself. She’s a cum covered mess. The small room is filled with the smell of sex. After, we fall into a dead sleep, both content before waking hours later. My fantasy. My reality.)

(P. P. S. Like this mornings cold coffee when we woke again, you have to make some sacrifices to enjoy this life. )

I’ve been struggling without seeing Gio for so long… We need some stuff to do apart. Any suggestions on what to do being apart for so long?

Sometimes the best things in life, are the little things… Like the kisses you give me on FaceTime, the I love yous, the laughs… All of that means everything to me… When it’s from you❤️

#ourkinkylove

“Why think separately of this life than the next, when one is born from the last? Time is always too short for those who need it, for those who love, last forever.”