Spit [FM]

We’d been together for long enough that he knew I could sometimes be… how best to say it? A dirty girl. That the hornier I was, the more submissive I could be without completely disgusting myself, or feeling too embarrassed to let go and enjoy the things I craved.

He knew I was a clean freak around the house who wouldn’t eat food that was out of date, tried to keep my personal hygiene from dropping below the standards I set for myself, and was squeamish and could get grossed out quite easily. And he got to know that for me there was a fine line sometimes between disgust and arousal, and that while on the surface I might not seem like the kind of woman who’d enjoy getting his cum everywhere, I really really was, to the point where he’d started teasing me about it, almost like he could see I didn’t mind the teasing.

The thing that probably took him most by surprise wasn’t that I swallowed, or liked him to cum on my body or my face (anywhere but my hair!), but the way I would play with it sometimes, rubbing my nose in the puddles on his tummy when he’d been playing in front of me or I’d been stroking him and he’d made the usual hot mess. He got more of a sense of the erogenous zones on my face when I’d cuddle up to his armpits, not minding if he was sweaty, and pushing the tip of my nose up and down his skin enjoying the intimacy and the weird taboo of what I was doing. I could admit to things being done to my ears turning me on but this was something I felt much more self conscious about, but I used to get over myself and just do it with him because I felt comfortable enough to open up, and he loved finding out more about what turned me on and was amazing at not judging me.

So… one thing I liked and still do is having my face touched or mushed or squished when I’m having sex. And I’m embarrassed to type that out, but embarrassment is all part of the fun sometimes. Once I asked him to grab a big book, put it on the bed while he took me from behind, and pull my hair and mess with it while my face was squished against the cold hard surface.

Another time, talking to each other about submission and how much I loved him messing up my face, and how much he loved over the top wet tongue kisses, we got talking about spit and saliva. Again… I’m feeling a little bit disgusting typing about this, but there’s something about attraction to a person that makes you, or at least me, want to be close to them in all kinds of weird ways, including their body fluids, or at least, some of them.

I hinted that I’d be OK with him spitting on me, and he took the bait, catching me full in the face when we fucked some time afterwards, me underneath him, letting him take charge, the best time to be on the receiving end of something so dirty. I remember how it felt all over my nose and my cheeks dribbling off my face like his cum would. I liked it as our little way of turning up the heat on the humiliation and submission I used to enjoy at his hands, feeling like I was so gross that I’d let him do this to me, something that symbolised the ultimate in insults and rejection but was part of our lovemaking and our intimacy because of how much we got off on it.

And he’d spit in my mouth. Make me open it, when I knew what was coming, and swallow his spit, or kiss him back, dribbling everywhere, all over each other’s faces.

Most of these stories are about a single event and end with a nice climax. I don’t know how to end this, except to say I hope there are enough dirty and gross people on this board to enjoy reading about something that a lot of people would find a turn-off :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6enlus/spit_fm