I miss getting cum in my eyes. I miss the delicious final moments of fucks spent with men who want to choose where they’ll splatter their load. I miss those split-second ‘inside or outside’ decisions during which they’re thinking about all the different places to jizz – face, tits, arse, cunt, hair, feet… I miss looking up at a guy’s face, twisted with pleasure and effort as he beats his cock for the final few strokes, before letting go and splashing cum all over my upturned face. Yeah, I miss facials.
It’s not that my partner and I don’t do facials any more: the option is still on the table. It’s just that the pleasure of having him come in my cunt seems to always win the battle, in that moment. And why not? I fucking love it when he comes inside me, and yes – I can usually feel a lot of detail. At the moment someone starts to ejaculate their dick throbs like the pulse on your left wrist. Go read what it feels like to get pumped full of cum if you’d like to know more, and when you’ve read that you might understand why I rarely give that up to ask for a facial instead.
But still: I miss them. I miss the feeling of hot spunk pouring onto my face. Especially given that with facials, you get an instant indication of just how much spunk someone had inside them all along. If you think it’s going to be a particularly big load, what better way to show it off than to splatter it all over my face?
Cum in my eyes: drawbacks
Let’s deal with the obvious drawback: it hurts. I don’t know how much of my lifetime I’ve spent with a cold, damp flannel clamped to my face moaning ‘argh the pain the pain’, but it’s a lot. I am 99% sure that somewhere on these pages I’ve spent at least a few hundred words moaning about the drawbacks of spaff that sprays everywhere, and the subsequent stinging that results, but hey! We often get nostalgic about things when it’s been a while, don’t we? Forgetting the irritating parts and remembering only the moments that shone with joyous horn. Besides, plenty of the things I enjoy cause me pain: being flogged, for instance, or getting brutally slammed against the kitchen counter so the fake-marble edging digs in and makes bruises on my hips. Sometimes I worry I’m not getting enough pain – I crave pain, if it’s linked to pleasure, and I get a sense of pride if I’ve had a truly dirty fuck that leaves me whimpering ‘ouch’ in the afterglow.
When I used to date other men, and some of them were super-keen on facials, the pain of getting cum in my eyes (and up my nose, and in my mouth and hair and on my headboard and down my neck and… oh God too horny now, must pause for a wank) highlighted that this particular type of cum shot was different. Special.
The fact that it hurts means – in my experience – it’s rarer. And rightly so. Few people get off really hard on pain, especially when it’s a stinging chemically burn in their eyes rather than a stinging caney burn across their bottom. As a result, people who are good at fucking won’t ever give you facials without checking in first. And those who love giving facials will be aware that spunk can burn.
Result? The act of coming on my face is a special kink, rarer than coming on my tits or arse or thighs or anywhere else. It happens only at someone’s express request, and therefore I find it much hotter. This isn’t just you enjoying my cunt so much that you pour hot spunk inside it – this is you deciding that the thing you want most is to pull out and have me turn round, face turned upwards towards your rock-hard cock, eyes wide in anticipation of the torrent of cum you’re about to rain down upon me.
Yes. Please.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mjhkic/24f_please_cum_in_my_eyes