Author: come_back_world

[M] She took me on her honeymoon, more forbidden fruit

This may be closer to a gone pretty damn mild story. But it’s my story and you’re getting it.

She had been my partner for three years but I hadn’t talked to her in more years than that when she called. She wasn’t in my contacts but I still recognized the number.

Our relationship had been remarkably free of stress or arguments, especially considering it was long distance. Maybe because of them. I had met her when I was in town for work and ended up spending the weekend with her. And we never stopped. We’d spend a long weekend together once a month and I think we were determined to wring as much sex, laughing, and cuddling as we could out of our time.

It was good until it wasn’t as they say. But even the breakup was relatively painless and we had both moved on. That is, until the phone call. She had been engaged and recently broken it off (I didn’t know any of this). She had booked a two week trip for the honeymoon. It was too late to cancel and she needed a fun break after the fall out of the broken engagement. Would I come? Everything was covered except for some meals… Read more »

[M] Forbidden Fruit

I was in my mid 20s and living on the beach in SoCal. The neighborhood was a mix of modest but cute bungalows (me) and expensive vacation condos. It had a community feel to it and I knew the names of almost everyone on the block, including the vacationers. Impromptu get togethers on the beach or someone’s front stoop were common. Doors were rarely locked and we shared a half dozen beat up old bikes when the urge to get fish tacos sprang up. It was idyllic.

There was a couple that lived a few hours away and had recently bought a condo. They would come down regularly for a weekend and sometimes a week.They were in their 50s and nice. I enjoyed talking to them but they were conservative and subdued and I was surprised when they actively sought out get togethers and stayed late.

But they loved it. They were like kids in a candy store; living it up now that there daughter was at college. They talked often about how much fun they were having and how it was a reawakening. Read more »

[M] The Third and Final Woman with a Cum Fetish, Part II

I woke up before her. I could hear the waves washing along the shore. The breeze brought in the welcome smell of wet sand and slightly fainter smell of salt.

Her head and arms were around my chest and her body trailing off at a 45 degree angle until her her legs fell of the bed. Who knows what plan she had in mind when sleep finally overtook her. The sun was up but still low in the sky. It highlighted the soft and sinewy areas of her back and butt. Leaving others in shadow. Her breathing was slow and steady; her mind far from our room.

I slowly and successfully slid out under from her embrace. I called room service from the bathroom and briefly eyed the showered before remembering the ocean was on my doorstep. I didn’t want to miss the room delivery so I kept the swim shorter. The water was cold with a little chop. It was bracing, energizing, and perfect. Read more »

The last woman and last rope of cum [M]

So this is the final part of the weekend I’ll relate. After sex in the ocean we dried off and headed back to our room. It was quite aways away and we took our time. Acting like a normal couple; hand in hand, balky, and relaxed. As we neared the hotel she realized she had left her sunglasses behind. She looked at me. And I belatedly realized that I was going to go get them.

But the evening was young, the ocean sounded perfect, and my cock was very content at the moment. So, I didn’t mind, and back I went. The only problem is one bit of sand looks remarkably like another. I roughly knew where we had been. But my searches produced nothing and after 15 minutes I felt satisfied that I had done my due diligence. And back I went; salt chafe and tiredness both slowly settling in.

Yawn you say? Ok, probably. But here is where things became interesting. I have mentioned that she was 52. And she looked 15–20 years younger. The Bay Area seems to be overflowing with this type. What she had kept concealed from me is that she had a recently divorced friend that she had invited down. And while I was searching for lost sunglasses that did not exist, they were getting ready. Read more »

[M] The next to last story of the cum fetish trilogy

I woke up before her. I could hear the waves washing along the shore. The breeze brought in the welcome smell of wet sand and slightly fainter smell of salt.

Her head and arms were around my chest and her body trailing off at a 45 degree angle until her hers fell of the bed. Who knows what she was trying to do when sleep Findlay overtook her. The sun was up and low in the sky. Highlighting the soft and sinewy areas of her back and butt. Leaving others in shadow. Her breathing was slow and steady; her mind far from our room.

I slowly and successfully slid out under from her embrace. I called room service from the bathroom and briefly eyed the showered before remembering the ocean was on my doorstep. I didn’t want to miss the room delivery so I kept the swim shorter. The water was cold with a little chop. It was bracing, energizing, and perfect. Read more »

The third, and final woman with a cum fetish [M]: Part 1

Edit: This post has a high build up and story telling to smut ratio. It may not be everyone’s’
cup of tea. Speaking of which, it’s the first fall like day here and I broke out the lapsang souchong. It’s just so damn good on a chilly day. Moving on…

This is about the final woman of the three that I have known that had a cum fetish. I’ve told you about a slightly crazy but fabulously fun woman with an oral cum fetish, one very sweet woman who needed to perpetually be filled with seed, and alluded to one that loved to be covered. This is the story of the woman that needed to be covered. Thinking about it now, I might have fibbed a bit. Don’t get me wrong, she loved it on her. But really she just loved it anywhere and everywhere.

Before I tell you my story, I feel the need to say one thing (feel free to scroll down). These three stories are about unique encounters with woman who loved cum. That’s how they got off. So there isn’t too much talk of licking them, kissing, orgasms, etc., I think plain, vanilla sex can sometimes be amazing. But, well, that’s not what we are here for. Read more »

I [M] love making a woman squirt

I may finish my cum fetish trilogy later. But now, I want to confess how much making a woman squirt drives me crazy. Oh and I should admit that “squirt” and “gush” aren’t the sexiest or most feminine of verbs; but they are the best I have to work with (the term female ejaculation is about as sexy as finding a hair in your food).

In my 20s I had some occasional successes with women squirting. But it wasn’t a huge concern. I already loved licking a woman. And although I was a decent lover, my….let’s call it enthusiasm was greater than my patience. Around 30 I learned how to make a woman squirt consistently and repeatedly. My cock is curved and once you know the right angles things get very fun. My head hitting that perfect spot. The spot that almost hurts, that tingles, and that makes you erupt. And although that probably works with 2/3-3/4 of woman. My fingers work every time. It’s nice to have backup.

Please don’t interrupt those statements as bragging. I’m confident, not arrogant. And, besides, it’s just a matter of exploring and paying attention to your partner.The following are the things I’ve done, and the things I miss. Read more »

It’s Friday afternoon and I [M] haven’t done any real work in an hour, let me tell you about the second wonderful woman with a cum fetish

I previously confessed how much I enjoyed and remember my fwb with an oral cum fetish. It was dirty. This time I’m confessing about another woman that holds a prominent place in my penis’s heart (ok, ok I admit she has a place in my heart too). A wonderful, cute, vibrant woman that loved cum deep in her more than I thought was possible. It’s not nearly as dirty, but it’s still hot.

Our relationship ended a year ago. I was 41 and she 34. She was simultaneously gorgeous and cute. She’s Chinese, short, and had a contagious smile. She is funny, silly, and has a cute, slightly squeaky voice.

There isn’t one part of a woman that I fixate on. An elegant shoulder, pert nipple, toned back, or mischievous smirk; I love it all. And in truth, a partner’s eyes may be the sexiest part of all. That said, she had g cup breasts (I’m guessing) that were so soft and smooth and perfectly round that I could touch them for days. If you could pick one pair of boobs in the world to fall asleep on, these are the boobs. The rest of her I can only describe as…fertile. She was a jean skirt and flannel kind of woman. And it worked for her. In a word, she was great. Read more »

I [M] still think of three women with different cum fetishes who I have had the pleasure of knowing

I’m sure there are women who truly don’t enjoy cum. But as an adult I haven’t experienced any women who didn’t enjoy it to a greater or lesser degree. And that makes sense to me, I love the taste of a cute woman. But, to get to the point of the post, I’ve known three women that enjoyed it so deeply that I would call it a fetish. As if they needed it. But their fetishes were all specific; one woman needed to swallow it, one needed it deep in her, and the last wanted to be covered from head to toe (alright more like head to upper thigh). I still remember and fantasize about all of them. But this post is about the first woman.

I was in my late 30s. I’m white, genial,and handsome; but probably more lucky than handsome. She was in her early or mid 20s. I think 24. She was black, terribly sexy, and cute when a big smile lit up her face. She was slimmer but still soft and womanly with an enjoyable but not big ass and I a dd cup size. The kind of breasts that are both heavy and perky. They drove me wild. She drove me wild. Read more »