I don’t like cum tributes. I don’t like any kind of tribute. Not even a birthday party. But what gets me off is knowing that there are men, and hopefully some women, who get off on what I write about, what I show in my pictures, how I share my experiences.

In my personal life, cum is something I treat like an expensive bottle of wine. Just because it’s expensive, doesn’t mean I have to like it. To me, cum is not something to waste. Not something that is an end in itself. Cum is the culmination of an experience that can be good and bad. Let’s face it, for men, cum is the end of an orgasm that can suck (no pun intended), or be awesome. The best I can do, the best I want to do, it make it an awesome experience every time.

I swallow. Not because I think it’s an important part of sex life, but it is what I believe I deserve for a job well done. And I may be one of the few women who actually like the taste of cum, at least when it’s prepared right.

When it comes to other people, those I don’t know in real life, if I put up a picture that is obviously meant to have men drool over it — I hope you like the picture above — I want you to use it for any purpose you want. That is true in the same way for women. I know there are men and women out there who have developed a bit of an obsession with me over the past few months. I actually find that flattering. The pictures I share, the stories I tell, what I share about my life is meant to manipulate you.

Yes, so, I am presenting the sexiest side of me that I have (well, unless you were to actually meet me, that is). Just think of me lying on a bed in front of you, I moisten my own fingers. Collar as always around my neck. What comes next? Imagine your nice cock in my mouth, I use my piercing to run up the bottom of your shaft, with just a bit of pressure where much of your blood is filling your cock and a bundles of nerves triggers your response. You will come and I will get you to shoot your spunk all over while I’m deep inside your head. I can make you cum, just with my words. Just by getting into your head.

Go ahead, shoot your cum all over me. Do it NOW!

If not, I don’t care, I can masturbate just as well and be a happy woman. I don’t need anyone to shoot their spunk all over me to feel satisfied. But here is the kick. If I do get to suck a cock and I’m really into it, I want it all. And that means cherishing the cum that I drain from his balls and swallowing every last bit.

Cum can taste disgusting. It can taste a bit salty, a bit sweet, a bit like the last meal you had. When I suck dick in the morning, I know his cum will taste like sucking on a toilet. So? If I’m the one initiating the move, I know what I’m doing. I want to drain his balls in the morning and be his cum toilet. No, don’t pull out, don’t shoot your cum all over me, I deserve to eat your cum. I can be you toilet slut. Cum never deserves to be waisted.

Back to how I feel when others jerk off to my pictures. I like it. I think it’s a sign of success in communicating with others in a way that makes it difficult to establish a personal connection. I don’t sleep around (I used to, but only for money, and never in a country where it wasn’t legal). But that doesn’t mean that I’m not willing to share my body, my mind, my way to make you cum whether you want to or not. If you’re not into the shit I like, you wouldn’t be here.

The biggest compliment I can get is for someone to cum all over my face, my mouth, thinking that I’m right there, sucking every last drop and swallowing it no matter what it tastes like. In this world, on my blog, in my pictures, and in real life, I see myself as someone who bring happiness to other people. If someone sends me a picture with a cum tribute, and I have never met the person, I like it.

But if there is ever a question whether to swallow or have cum on my chest or face, don’t EVER think that I don’t deserve to use your cum the way I like it. And I do swallow.

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