Below is the questions asked, and the results.

Hair

Black: 50%

Brunette 20%

Redhead 10%

Blonde 20%

Tits

A 25%

B 30%

C 30%

D 15%

Weight

95-110 – 20%

110-150 – 60%

150-200 – 15%

200+ 5%

Height

This was to broad to pick. Most said from 5 ft to 6 ft.

Shaved/Bald

No hair – 15%

Bush – 85%

Dominate/submissive

Most agreed that a dominate/aggressive woman would be their preference.

Are you surprised? I can honestly say that I am a little surprised. When we think of the All American woman most would say busty, blonde, with a tiny waist and a big butt. As you can see, that wasn’t the response with the men that I questioned.

According to Vocal Media the list of perfect women include:

Kim Jai-Soo

Zendaya

Deepika Padukone

Bella Hadid

Hande Eurcel

Gal Gadot

Margot Robbie

Emma Watson

Priyanka Chopra Jonas

Lily Collins

My ideal of the perfect woman is a little different than these, though all are beautiful. If I had to choose one woman that to me was the most outstanding in looks, it would be Vivien Leigh. Her beauty was unmatched, but it was her sass that really sunk me. In the role of Scarlet O’Hara she was a force to be reckoned with. Mouth, brash, and knew how to drive a man wild. Those eyes could melt the soul, but the wickedness behind them was devastating.

In all honesty, is there really a perfect woman? No, but some will still take your breath away and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!

For fun I asked AI to make me the perfect woman using a generator. What do you think?

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(Disclaimer: This is purely fiction.)

“Gypsy, you have a client who is wanting you for 24 hours. He will send the itinerary over in a few hours. I will fax it to you.”

Dave didn’t even look up from his food. He lost himself in a bowl of pasta, when I left, a dribble of the sauce dripping down his chin. It was a little repulsive. When you work in an industry filled with beautiful people, you don’t get excited anymore. The necessities of life become prevalent.

I arrived home as the fax came through. I ignored it for a moment. The shower was more of what I needed. The way the water kissed over my flesh forced me to linger a bit, fantasize as my fingers caressed over my soft folds. Pushing the digits inside, the shrill of the phone stopped my exploration. I wouldn’t finish now, but later, this need would be sedate.

Stopped by a telemarketer had to be the icing on the cake. Selling home security, I tried five times to discourage them, but had to hang up in self-defense. It was at that time when I started reading over the fax. Shocked would be an understatement.

The car will arrive at 8 pm, please pack for a three-day stay, though your only needed for 24 hours. Your flight leaves at 10 pm, and you will arrive in Los Vegas by dawn. The limo driver will ask for the non-disclosure. I assume you understand the need for discretion at all times. Please be aware that you will not be staying at my house. I have obtained a hotel room for you.

You will arrive at the hotel for breakfast. Please eat, shower, and nap. At 7 pm you will need to be at my home for a production release party. Please dress in formal attire.

The next 12 hours were a blur. I had signed the non-disclosure and gave it to the driver. Flown to Vegas, and now I was standing in the client’s home’s entryway. I can’t mention his name, but wow, this was earth-shattering.
“He’s expecting you. The other guests have arrived, but you are to meet him in the office. If you will follow me!”

Straight to the point, the Butler spoke in a heavy British accent. He was about 5o, grey hair, and slender. He looked like he could have fallen from a James Bond movie and landed right here. In my head, I had named him Jeeves.
“Gypsy, so nice to see you. I trust you got everything you needed?”

In awe, my head shook a little. I was standing in the same room as this man whom I had fantasized about so often. His voice was that of an angel, but I knew he was no saint. He was a pure devil. All the tabloids confirmed he was one of the biggest assholes in Hollywood. Right now, though, he was perfect. Biting down on my bottom lip, I needed to pull myself together. This was no way for a grown woman to behave.

“Of course. The flight was nice, and the room, well, it’s beautiful.”

After a 3 second internal fight with my common sense, I was back. There is no possible way that I want to be a star gazing little fool. He enlightened me about the party going on. It was a new album release. Living the life he did, it wasn’t profitable for him to settle with one woman. Since he wanted sex later, I was a sure thing.

As the clean crew worked diligently on the house, the two of us retired to the pool. Clothing dropping on the cement patio. I love sex in the water. Shocked, he was well endowed. So much so that I gasped a bit, giving him the ego boost he was seeking. Every man likes to know he can pleasure a woman. He would please me repeatedly with that monster cock.

“Lay back on the edge of the pool. I haven’t had a pussy I wanted to eat in years. Yours is magnificent.”

I swear I blushed. I have never had my pussy complimented like that before. Doing as told, I laid the towel on the concrete. My legs remained in the water as he spread me open. How can you prepare for this? He was, well, who he was, and I was a whore. Starting at my toes, he suckled each digit into his mouth, his tongue tracing them in a seductive dance. I will admit that I love this. It’s erotic the way he played each little piggy. He was making love to the perfectly manicured little tootsies. He sucked each one as though it was my clit, and he was trying to make me cum. Honestly, I almost did a few times.

One foot, and then the other, his mouth worked its way up to my heated center. By now, there was a delicate trickle of liquid love trailing from my pussy. He blew softly, his air enveloped my wet lips, sending shivers up and down my spine. Between the night air, and his mouth, I was on the edge of explosion. It was too soon to come. I didn’t want to ruin this. A swirl of his tongue over my clit, I had to reach down and grab the pool’s edge to stop myself from riding his face. I’m sure he would like it, but I didn’t know his boundaries yet.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Whimpering, my voice called out like a beacon. Being a vocal lover, I know that most men love when a woman encourages them. The actions of his tongue proved that to be true. Dividing my slit with the tip of his oral muscle, my clit throbbed the moment he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves. My shaking couldn’t be sedated. The talents of his oral skills had a flood of fluids dripping down my crack, pooling beneath my ass.

A hand crept down my body, tangling in his hair, I fed him my sweet entrance, lost each time his tongue dipped into my tiny pink rim. A circle drawn around my precious little peach, I heard him sucking the sweetness from my honeycomb. He was slurping from the fountain, my pussy squirting into his mouth. I drenched his face with my sweet, liquid love. Cumming was a surprise. I had the moment he pushed the tip inside of me. The tip of his tongue that is. His dick would come soon, but right now, the waves of rapture cascaded through my veins, and heaven found.

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Everyone whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophy from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

“Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth wet for him. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

“May I?” she whispered.

“May you, what?” he laughed.

“Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

“Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be ripped from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

“Umf,” he muttered.

Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

“No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

H reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

“Bitch, do you choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

“No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust causing him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flare as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

“Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the oversensitive head of his cock.

“Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

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What is a Cum Monster? Well, to be honest, that’s me. A creature that craves cum so much that I steal cum from every man I meet. Sure, I prefer the ones the crawl on their knees with a donation in their hands, but I will take it any way I can get it. Cum is the perfect mean for a Seductress like me. A Siren who cries for another load of silky cream.

When a man tells me that someone refuses to allow his cum inside of her body, I am still shocked. How can anyone deny the need for semen? Shocking for me too. So, if you have a woman who tells you no, tell her about the Cum Monster that will harvest it all. Make her jealous of the woman she can never be, or the cum queen that drains unsuspecting cocks.

We’ve all heard the story of Lilith, right? She stole the seed of men with nocturnal dreams. Have you ever come in your sleep and woke in a wet mess? That was me. I stole all the potent parts of your cum and left you with the reminder. Don’t worry, I only take what I need. I’m not selfish, well, if 4-5 loads a day isn’t selfish.

Can anyone be a Cum Monster?

No! It takes a special woman to become the keeper of the semen. There is one born every season, and I was chosen in mine. How do you think I keep a perfect body, face, and vitality? 4 times a day I allow the seed of man to flood my body like bathing in the fountain of youth. There has never been a day that I haven’t drank the life of another, nor will there ever be. I can imagine me in an old person’s home jerking off the old men for a little taste of cum.

Are you ready for the Cum Monster to take you too? Get me drunk on your semen.

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Resting on her knees in the front of church, the young blond looked up at the man wearing the robe adorned in religious garb. If he was a Priest than she was fucking Mary Magdalene. His kink always happened in church and always with the whore on her knees. Maybe he couldn’t fuck pussy right, but he sure could rape a throat to completion.

“Pull my robe up,” he demanded.

“Yes, Father. I am here to serve,” she giggled.

Maybe it wasn’t the right time to laugh, but she never did things the way others did. Her head flying back, his tattooed hand reminded her of who and what she was. A goddamn cock sucking whore. Licking her lips, the taste of blood coated her tongue. He split her lip, but if that’s all that happened, she would come out ahead of the game. He never once fucked her, but her body often felt like he had when done. Raw, tired, and sore.

Her hands shook like a crack head as she pushed the gown up, knowing what she would find beneath. He was at least 9 inches, as thick as a coke can, and the veins so prominent that she could see them pulsating.

His voice raspy, he looked down, growling, “Spit on my fucking dick.”

With delicate fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock, she spat on the head. A thin line of saliva connecting the two. Gypsy raked her teeth across her bottom lip to break the link. A sudden sharp exhale and she moved in to rub his dick and balls all over her face. Moaning soft, her warm breath blanketed his sac as the taut flesh massaged over her eyes, nose, and mouth. Fuck, he smelled good. Not the sweet after shower scent, but the aroma of a man who worked hard for a living.

His large hand knotting in the back of her hair, the man pulled her mouth forward, but not to suck. Not yet at least. “Use that serpent tongue. Jesus washed the feet of others, you will wash my dick with your mouth,” he said.

A simple nod of her head and she leaned in to extend her tongue, licking up the thick underbelly vein on his cock. A long slithering movement from base to rim, Gypsy avoided the head. That would come last. As though her tongue was a brush, she painted a thick cock of saliva around the shaft of his dick. Proud of the way it glistened in the candlelit room, she smiled a bit, but her job was far from complete. Wrapping her slender digits around the thick pole, she stroked him slowly as she French kissed the slit. Pushing it open with the tip of her tongue, she fucked tiny opening until the first bubble of pre-cum settled on her tongue. Moaning out, the sweetness sedating her for the moment. She wanted more, much more. As her eyes locked with his, she slowly stretched her lips around the head, lowering until just the tip rested in her mouth. Greedy, she pulled back quickly, a loud broken suction sound sending shivers up and down her spine. She wanted so much cum built up in him that he would beg to blow inside of her throat.

A quick slap to the cheek stopped her in her tracks. She was not in charge. She would never be in charge and needed to realize that quickly in the game. Catching her breath, she simply nodded and used her mouth in the way God intended it to be used. Widening her lips, she wrapped around the head and slowly lowered until her pout touched the base of his cock. She wanted a set of prints left in her wake and would make sure that she did it right this time. Gagging for a moment, Gypsy adjusted herself before forcing her throat to swallow the massive girth. He was big, thick, and as hard as a rock. God damn, she loved the way her throat ached each time he pumped those hips against the tiny opening.

He held the back of her head, thrusting forward with his hips. No matter the gurgles and gags from below, he never stopped the full assault on her throat. Smirking when the mascara ran down her face, her pain was pleasure for him. Tightening the grip on her hair, he forced the base of his cock against her teeth, each pump threatening to loosen them. As the heat built inside, he raped her throat, ignoring the fact that others walked through the church, gawking in disbelief. Some stayed and watched, and the others ran in fear. No matter what, the sinful communion taking place at the altar was no act of God. It was the Devil once again claiming his due. Yanking her head back, saliva pouring from her mouth, he leaned down, spitting on her tongue before scalding her face with every drop of cum that built in his balls.

“I baptize you in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. Close that cock hole and swallow. Take the seed into your belly you greedy whore.”

Laughing, the male grabbed her hair, wiped his cock off in the honey strands and walked away leaving her there covered in his filth. The sound of heavy boots and a slamming wooden door brought her back to reality.

“Fuck, I hate when that happens,” she laughed, pushing the remaining cum into her mouth and exiting before the cops came. 

I am the perfect little cock sucker!

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I asked if you were ready, and boy did I get a response. So many people loved the thought of having their cum jacked by a harvester. Since I received such a large amount of comments, I decided to write a story about this. (Oh, and someone gave me the perfect ideal for it. He knows who he is.)

The harvest season has begun and for me, I have a craving deeper than I have ever had. Most crave chocolate, coffee, or cigarettes, but not me. I crave the cream of life. That’s just a nice way of saying that I want every drop of cum that I can find. I know, that’s disgusting, but really, is it?

I am what they call a Seductress when it comes to men. My voice can go from the cutest little melody to the most intense bitch to ever slip on a pair of stilettos. Believe me, I have references for the latter, but that’s beside the point. I am here to drain you dry of every drop of cum inside of those tight and throbbing balls. It’s mine after all. I do own it all, but you knew that the moment you touched me. Wait, did I allow you to touch me, or did you find yourself on the receiving end of a sperm theft?

I met him in a bar last night and now, he will forever wander the earth looking for the Goddess who finally made him feel like the man he always wanted to be. Now you know why a drink should never be left unattended at the bar. A quick slip of my Gypsy oil and the fire inside of his loins burned hotter than the sun. Smirking when I found him panting like a dog, all I needed was a curl of my finger to lure him to my private suite. Not even my voice could attract a man like that sweet scent did.

“Come with me,” a whisper called through the wind.

As the door of the spacious room closed with a deafening thud, he dropped to his knees and crawled to the bed. Only stopping to remove his clothing, though he was never asked to do so. You see, a man knows his place when a real woman walks through his soul. Pawing his way to the bed, his body stretched out as he clung to the sides of the mattress. Imaginary binds held him in place as I made my way across the soft carpet. Though padded, the clicks of those 5 inch fuck me heels rattled the silence of the room.

“I want!” I whispered.

Each article of clothing left in my wake, I slithered my way to the bed, ascending from the foot. Fuck, I could smell it. The brewing inside of those growing balls. Dragging my nose up his inner thigh, I buried my face in the soft sac, inhaling deep before a shiver enveloped my entire being. The burning inside of my body growing ravenous I used the tip of my tongue to trace that thick underbelly vein of his cock. Smirking when I reached the top, my mouth hovered over the head of his manhood. Without warning a trail of saliva poured out of my mouth, trickling down the sides. I was fucking salivating for a taste.

“Please,” he screamed.

Laughing, no cackling, my tongue pushed into the perfect slit on the head. French kissing the opening, my eyes never left his for a moment. I was careful not to break the trance. Slurping sounds violently shook the walls of the luxury suite as my mouth moved inch by inch down the soft skin. I wouldn’t stop until my throat held the head captive with pulsating oral muscles. A soft gurgle escaped before slowly moving back to the head of his cock.

“I’m here for the harvest. Don’t move, just feel,” I moaned.

Placing my hands behind my back, fingers lacing, my mouth worked like the suction of a vacuum on his thick member. Gulping, sucking, but never choking, I feverishly forced my lips to leave perfect imprints around the base of his dick. That expensive lipstick was made for a cocksucker like me and I loved leaving my mark. Humming softly, the warmth of my mouth took him over the edge quickly. Screaming as the first bolt of cum hit the back of my throat, his body convulsed in a spasming seizure. He was being harvested and there was nothing that could stop it.

Satisfied for the moment, I pulled back, letting a drop drip from my tongue, “Leave. I have no more need for you.”

As I sat on the edge of the bed pulling the stockings back on, I watched as he scrambled in a haze to leave. Poor thing won’t even remember this tomorrow, but will crave me for the rest of his life.

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Does you have a cheating wife? Well, I have a caller who wishes he did. He gave me permission to share his fantasy with you, and add my own little spin on the entire thing. I have to admit that his roleplay really turned me on.

“Honey, I’m home!” he called out.

Standing in the kitchen, it’s the moment I’ve waited for. My loving husband home from work. Walking out dressed only in a white silk robe, the first thing I do is softly kiss his lips.

“Mmm, what was that for?” he asks.

“Because I have a huge surprise for you in the bedroom. I’ve been waiting for hours,” I laugh.

Am I considered a cheating wife is he really wants this?

As I walk him to the bedroom I am almost giddy with excitement. Opening the door, I don’t even have to see his face to know that look. He’s in a state of complete shock. Right there in the middle of our marital bed lays a chocolate GOD. Big Black, and stroking his 11 inch cock.

“Baby, go sit in the corner in that chair. You can stroke, but stay in the chair,” I demand.

Today is about me, not him. I’ve been needing this for so long, and now, I can finally be a cheating wife. Oh yes, and I can get a cream pie by a BBC. I’ve had a black man before, but never like this. Never when my husband was watching. Today I would prove to him that I am all those things my girlfriends say. I am the neighborhood slut. All of the wives hate me because their husbands can’t get enough.

“Yes, Dear,” he mumbled.

Starting at the end of the bed, I crawled up between that well hung Prince. His cock standing magnificent, my mouth was already salivating. A long swipe of my tongue up the thick under belly, and I heard my husband groan loud. Peeking over my shoulder and I stroke my wedding ring hand up and down his cock.

“Baby, I’m going to suck him real good for you,” I giggled.

My hubby only moaned as my lips stretched and moved down my lovers shaft. Each inch disappearing into the quietness of my throat. There is something about a black cock that always turns me into the perfect cheating wife. I can’t help it. My body aches for that salty lust. Each time his cock fully enters my mouth, a trickle of tear coated mascara paints a masterpiece down my face.

My lover yanked me off his cock, saliva dripping from my lips and he tilted my face to look at my husband.

“Yo, tell this bitch to sit on Black Daddy’s cock!” he demanded.

Oh my GOD! My husband shook as he stroked. His hand pumping up and down his weaker white cock, he nodded at my BBC lover.

“Baby, be a good girl and fuck our black daddy,” said my husband.

That was what took me from a BBC addict to a full blown cheating wife. Moving up his body, I hovered my perfect white pussy over the head of his cock. I dripped down the shaft as my lips stretched to engulf 11 inches of pure pleasure. I’ve always heard there is a pleasure zone, and now I know it’s real.

BBC

Each pump of his dick into my core, I screamed, cried, and came with a force I had never know. It wasn’t until he was about to cum did my husband finally speak up.

“Can I come over and clean his cock when he cum?” he asked.

There’s more, but this is all you will get for now. Just know this, I am not the only BBC lover in the house.

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Why does something as simple as cum eating scare most men? Guess what? Swallowing sperm doesn’t make you gay. You can devour as much semen as you want and unless you were born a homosexual, it won’t change you.

Many factors can change the flavor of cum. The most of them being the food you eat. A few of these will shock you, but for the most part, it’s just common sense. All of the foods below can cause the semen to have a pungent odor and be distasteful.

• garlic.
• onions.
• broccoli.
• cabbage.
• leafy greens.
• asparagus.
• meat and dairy products.

Cum eating, are you scared?

One of the best foods to enhance and sweeten the taste of sperm is pineapple. Yes, that delicious fruit is not only packed with good vitamins, but it can get your dick sucked. Many other fruits and vegetables can change or enhance the flavor of your next nut.

“Naturally sugary fruits like kiwi fruits, blueberries and stone fruit (plums, peaches, dates, nectarines) also improve your taste,” says Dr. Bennett.

Other spices and herbs can improve the taste of your semen as well. “Cinnamon, wheatgrass, peppermint, spearmint and parsley all sweeten the taste of your semen,” says Bennett. (https://www.menshealth.com/sex-women/a22516437/pineapple-semen-taste/)

Does this not change your mind? Probably not, but why not give it a try. From the first lick of pre-cum from your fingers to going down on your woman after you ejaculate, you might find that you love the taste. I do suggest that you eat it right away. The longer the semen marinates the more pungent it can become.

A few little drops can make you a changed man, and I don’t mean the team you play for. If you want her to swallow, than show her how it’s done. There is nothing more refreshing than a warm cream pie before settling in for the night.

Ready for some HOT phone sex?

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A cuckold isn’t such a nasty label, but could you watch? Are you man enough to listen to your woman fuck another man? Better than that, are you man enough to watch?

“I have a secret desire, but I don’t know how you will react,” he said.

“You know you can tell me anything, so why would you hold back now?” asking, her tone hurt.

Can you imagine having this conversation with your significant other? I couldn’t until I did a little self exploring in the world of voyeurism. I’ve always been the person who peeked out the window when I heard a loud noise, or watched from the porch as the neighbors fought. It might be wrong, but inside of all of us, we love to look into the twisted lives of others. How would you respond if your husband asked if he could watch you with another man? No, he is not a cuckold, but a simple voyeur who has always dreamed of seeing the woman he loves being stretched open by another man.

Imagine bringing another male into your bedroom, never telling him that the man whose ring you wear is hiding in the closet. His breathing is slow and steady, but his cock rock hard the moment he hears the voices. Peeking through the little slats in the door, all he can see is the other man and the massive bulge in his pants. His wife has touched no one else since the day they met, but tonight, she was going to be filled with the cum of another. Playing in his mind was, what if she got pregnant? How would they explain a child that looked nothing like him? God, this was such a turn on that his hand went to his pants and released his cock. He was stroking his cock, and his wife, well, she was on her knees gagging on the stranger.

Do you have what it takes to be a cuckold?

This scene played out in my mind the moment I heard the word voyeur. My mind travelled to the dark side, a place that I thought I escaped from long ago.

Bent over the bed, the woman’s eyes never left the closet. She knew he was watching, but did he enjoy what he asked for? When the male pushed the huge cock head against her velvet lips, did he stroke harder and wish he could lick it first? One stroke and he was inside of her. Their monogamous relationship ended with one thrust of a cock against her willing core. She screamed at the size. After all, he was much larger than her husband. Why downsize? The scent of the fuck filling the room. The man in the closet pressed his nose to the whitewashed slats, inhaling the scent of her pussy. It smells pungent when another man is inside of her. Almost unpleasant. Did they smell it, or was it just him?

That cum is not yours!

Perched against the door, the man pumped his dick with increasing fury. He was mad. Or was it that his wife was enjoying the cock of another more than she ever enjoyed him? He listened to his wife beg for it harder, deeper, and then she asked for the man to cum inside of her. God, he listened to his wife beg to be soiled so deep that she would never rid herself of the memories. At that moment, he hated and loved her more than he could ever imagine. She did all of this for him, and yet, he was crying in pain with every stroke of his cock. When she came, he came. They always came together even now. This time, though, the cum that ran down her legs was not his. It was the lover who tainted marital bed.

Would you do this? Can you imagine burying your face in the woman you love and cleaning her freshly fucked cunt? Now imagine that the cum is not your own! Does this make you a cuckold?

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