From Fellatio to Facials

The facial… one of my most engrossing submissive fantasies. I attribute my progression (or would Freud consider it a regression?) from simple fellatio to facials to my avid appetite for literature. What piqued my curiosity about having jizz squirted all over my face was a brief dialogue I read in a dirty little book by Kozinski (take note: Steps is guaranteed to cater to the dark side of your psyche). 

Somewhere in the middle, a female character compares a cum load to hot wax melting over her body, and further likens the sensation to a sort of christening. 


At the impressionable age of nineteen, I was both scandalized by the perversity inherent in this sacrilegious analogy and fascinated by the visceral sensation that the woman describes. Needless to say, those lines changed me forever: I began to think of the facial as a kind of gift or blessing. How I longed to feel a cock explode over my face, to be redeemed by warm jizz dripping down my forehead, cheeks, lips….

Kozinski’s narrative also added a new, liberating twist to an act I’d been socially conditioned to judge as degrading to women. The thought of doing and, more to the point, enjoying something highly censored by the feminist mainstream was irresistible to me at the time. Contrary to what I was told (let’s see: any woman who lets a guy “humiliate” her by squirting on her face has no self-respect), I believed that there was something deeply intimate about a cum facial, and I felt compelled to experience it first hand.

Finding a guy to oblige me was another story. It was not until I met my husband, PC, that I was able to to live out my fantasy. 

(You’d be surprised by how many men resist blowing their load this way out of respect for the women they’re fucking. The same goes for anal sex. Here’s what I think: Committed sex partners need to be Good, Giving, and Game – GGG – as Dan Savage would say. If no one’s life is threatened, anything is permissible among consenting adults. In other words, if she asks for it, give it to her. Unless, of course, you’re cool with her hooking up with someone else who will satisfy her in your stead; fantasies can have a powerful hold over a person’s psyche.)

Ironically, when I finally did get my wish I was somewhat disappointed. No man – or his jizz – could live up to the ideal scenario I had formed in my mind.  What I did discover, however, is that facials are not without hazards. (Make sure your man aims away from your eyes – cum is a bitch to rinse out.)

Has my lackluster experience with facials disillusioned me? Not in the least. If anything, it’s driven me to pursue the art of the facial in its extreme form: Bukkake. Now I dream about getting hit by that monster load of Tsunami proportions – to feel that warm, sticky rain pour down in torrents over my head….

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Reality check. 

To tell you the truth, as much as I'd love to participate in a gangbang that ends in bukkake,  it's the kind of high-risk scenario that will likely remain a fantasy for PC and I. We're both too paranoid about catching sexually transmitted infections to follow through with it.

Besides, imagining myself under a battalion of hard, sweaty, naked men – say, in the main orgy room at Montreal's L'Orage Club – makes for good masturbation material. 


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