I haven’t shared this with many people because I think it’s kinda fucked up but the last person I told reacted so positively I thought fuck it why not.
If you’ve read any of my other posts you’ll know that I love facials. Back before I was in a relationship, I always used to just tell guys to cum on my face. Like even if it was just a one night stand or something.
But… When I met my current boyfriend, who I’m still with now six years on, I really liked him and we kind of had a different connection to what I’d had with other guys.
We fucked a lot, don’t get me wrong, but I knew that I wanted a relationship with him and that he wasn’t just a cock for me to fuck. So I didn’t want to be a total freak right from the beginning in case it put him off.
This meant that I didn’t want to beg for him to give me a facial straight away. So… for a good couple of months we’d been having regular sex, but he hadn’t given me a facial, and that was making me quite desperate.
I was almost internally praying that he would ask to do it, and then I could obviously ask for them all the time after that.
Anyway, a few months into our relationship, I had my contraceptive implant changed, so instead of just fucking and cumming in me raw, we had to use condoms for a couple of weeks.
One morning, we had sex first thing when we woke up, and then he had to rush to go to work. In his rush, he took the condom off and put it in an empty glass of water next to the bed.
I saw him do it and he said, “I’ll sort that out later, just leave it or just throw it in the bin,” and then he gave me a kiss and went off to work.
I laid there in bed, staring at that condom and the cum that was inside of it, and I could feel my desperation and my intrusive thoughts start to take over. I kept saying to myself, “Don’t do it. Don’t do it. It’s so fucked up.” I kept looking over at it and then looking away again and I was so conflicted, but, after a couple of minutes, I gave in.
I took the condom out of the glass, untied the knot, and poured it out onto my face.
It wasn’t hot like I normally loved—it was lukewarm by then, and a little watery—but the second it hit my skin, I felt this overwhelming wave of relief. Like I’d finally scratched an itch I’d been carrying for weeks. Just feeling his cum on my face, even like that, gave me this intense feeling of satisfaction.
I laid there, gasping, moaning, and with one hand swirling it around and playing with it on my skin… I made myself cum with the other.
To this day I haven’t told him about it. He gives me facials whenever I want them now but I still haven’t found the balls to tell him about that…
TL;DR:
I didn’t want to freak out my new boyfriend by begging for facials… so when he left a used condom in an empty glass of water, I poured the cum on my face and made myself cum while rubbing it into my skin. He still doesn’t know.
