Not quite true. I love cum. I do. I love the look, the smell, the taste, and the texture of it. I love the fact that a man's cum is as unique as his fingerprints.Ahhhh, the first part was actually exciting, then droooooppppppp!!!
But I'll never forget the time I had an evening appointment. I had the mood set with the lights down low. We had a great time. He asked if he could give me a facial. No problem! (I am so very grateful he didn't want CIM because I offered that at the time). Great finish on my face.
I get up to go clean up, walk into the bathroom and flip on the light. I very nearly vomited on the spot. He had apparently had a biopsy a day or two before he saw me. Either his doc didn't warn him what his first few loads after the procedure would look like, or he didn't take the warnings seriously. My face was covered in spooge, but that spooge was a mixture of blood and baby batter. On. My. Face.
Sorry fellas, that ended CIM on the menu forever. Still makes me throw up a little in my mouth when I think about it. I love cum, but I'm not putting my life on the line to satisfy that particular fetish. Originally Posted by SinsOfTheFlesh