I recently read if he eats pineapples and cranberry that a man’s semen tastes sweeter.
That’s downright ridiculous.
My cum, if it were on a restaurant menu, it would look like this:
“TRD Cum (market price). A very salty, pseudo-liquid fluid with the consistency and texture of watery tapioca, blended with the faint aroma of chlorine. Served warm.”
Let’s face it. Cum is about as appetizing as Lutefisk.
But I’m not.
I’m a steak dinner with creme brûlée, a 300 dollar bottle of red, all served on white tablecloths.
So this is how you make my cum taste delicious:
Want Me.
In your fucking bones. Feel it in the deepest recesses of your soul. And when you bring me to a halt, and I make that face that only you get to see, own every last ounce of my being.
Take me in. Love it. Devour me. Convince yourself that all food that isn’t salty and warm tastes like shit and that I am feeding you the best thing you ever had. And make me believe it.
You little bitch. You think I don’t know what you are up to? I hate it, but I have to admit, I fucking love it.
Your pushback. You always having to be a little shit. Constantly resisting Daddy. Constantly making me work for it. Always. Never fails.
I know I’ll get my way. I always do. Always. That is never a question. Ever.
But you just have to fuck with me, don’t you?
Kitten need a spanking? I think she does. Even if she doesn’t, I still think she does.
Miss submissive. I know you haven’t fallen for the FetLife categorization of your sexuality. That is for fools. You can be a slave. You can be a sub. You can be a Kitten. You can be a brat. You can be You.
But soon, You, are gonna be over Daddy’s knee.
You are gonna be red. You are gonna sting. You are gonna jump. You are gonna love it. You are gonna say “ouch” too. Those ones you are really gonna love.
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There is a brief moment, about 3 to 10 seconds, when I pull out, right after you came very hard, and you keep on uncontrollably shivering.
Not every orgasm garners this. It’s a once in a dozen type thing.
Shaking. Squirming. Pulsating.
Why do I like it? I mean, really fucking like it?
Because, for a moment, your impulses, your reflexes, are controlling your movements, against your own will, against my will. For a brief moment, you are as complex as a single-celled organism.
No cognitive process is controlling this. This is your body, telling your body, what to do. It is basic Psychology 101. You learn this in the first chapter of the first class in college. Maybe not in the same way, but yes, this is the same idea.
This is human evolution presenting to me yesteryear, in the form of your most primal state. Your impulses. Your Reflexes.
Your Uncontrollable Orgasm.
This is you. Lost in you. Because of me. What I did to You.
You are my Psychology Experiment. You are Pavlov’s Dog.
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