Why Eat Creampies? That’s a Little Weird, Don’t You Think?

Sometimes I wonder if I am as weird as the “normal” public thinks I am. I enjoy sex with my wife. I should restate that. I enjoy making love to Melinda. Ok, once more. I get the utmost in sexual satisfaction in pleasuring my wife. But the only person who knows me and knows what that entails is my wife. So my weirdness is unknown to the people in my circles. I can imagine that if my friends and family could connect me to this blog, the questions that arise would be very similar to what one can find (proliferated across sex discussion sites) across the internet. Judging by the inquiries and many of the replies (to them), I could only ascertain that I am, in fact, strange…or at least what I like to do during intimacy is.

  • “Why do you eat your cum?”
  • “Isn’t that “gay” to do that?”
  • “What does she get out of you licking up your cum?”
  • “Does she like it when you lick your semen from her pussy?’
  • “What is the attraction to a pussy dripping with cum?”
  • “How do you get past the loss of desire after you experience an orgasm?”
  • “How do wives view this creampie-eating act? Are they aroused by it?”

These are a few of the questions that I and others have had and have been asked by others regarding this highly erotic sexual activity. I know that there are several more that I haven’t listed and I have no doubts that some of you will have more. If you do want to ask me anything directly, I have provided a vehicle for you to do so at the bottom of this post. I will take the time to address them directly.

So what is the big deal about a husband being interested in his cum? It is an interesting question. From (this) man’s perspective, the visual aspect has been at the very center. When I was young, there was a conflict between curiosity and objection (to contact with it).  For other men, I can suppose that there are similar issues and interests. Some of those more driven by there curiosities had no problem with the warm, creamy substance, giving into the idea to sample it. Once that barrier broke, a fair amount of those men had routine oral contact with their seed. Others might have sampled their product, not finding any reason to try again.

The visual of semen leaking back out from inside of her pussy (that one has just finished inside of) is a turn-on for most, if not all husbands. Why? Semen has a life-giving quality (the concept of which resides in the recesses of a man’s consciousness) that when left inside of a fertile woman’s vaginal canal, the possibility of conception is high (during ovulation, of course). When my wife and I were trying to conceive, I was amazed at how aroused I got when I pulled out of her and saw my semen with the understanding that my seed was truly alive with life.  Weird? Probably. But this was a step in my creampie-eating process (progress).

Eating cum. It certainly sounds unappealing when one thinks about it as boiled down to simply ingesting the fluid. But when husband and wife are so aroused to the point that their hormones are raging and they are seemingly on fire as both are fully engaged in each other’s pleasure, eating cum during sexual activity is an amazing demonstration of a husband’s love and passion for his wife. Regardless of how much foreplay and “coreplay” (as described by Ian Kerner in his book, “She Comes First: A Thinking Man’s Guide to Pleasuring a Woman“) a husband and wife engage in, the typical intimate encounter concludes with the husband’s orgasm and ejaculation. This amounts to a “one-and-done” situation. Unfortunately for most wives, they are missing out on what could be an over-the-top sexual encounter, replete with multiple orgasms.

Multiple orgasms are not limited to the wives in these extended intimacy sessions. The erotic (and taboo) nature of slipping down to perform cunnilingus on her cum-filled pussy provides the husband with immeasurable increased stimulation always results an erection and the ability to reenter his wife. The ensuing intercourse is vastly superior (to the initial round and initial orgasmic ejaculation). For me and Melinda, an evening of this activity (PIV and oral) results in a series of climaxes that leave us overwhelmingly satisfied and thoroughly exhausted. So that’s why. Eating our cum is a means to a series of ends rather than being the end itself. I had to get past the resistance to my own semen in order to attain my abilities to provide my wife and I with this incredible pleasure.

“Doesn’t the act of eating your own semen mean that you are gay?” It is certainly a common question that gets raised in discussion forums with some regularity. When people pose this question, they seem to be focused solely upon the semen. But we can think of this from a few different angles and apply a smidgen of wisdom and logic to answer this. Most men masturbate (so do a lot of women). It is a simple fact. There are countless surveys (where men commonly admit to self-gratification) to back up that statement. The percentage of men who admit to masturbating is somewhere between 95-99% (of the survey sample). In light of that fact, we can analyze exactly what masturbation (for men) entails. During an instance of arousal, a man must place his hand on a cock and begin to massage and stroke the organ until orgasm and ejaculation. Take a moment and consider that. Is that a homosexual act? Not in the slightest. It is merely sexual self-gratification. The same is true when considering a husband providing pleasure to his wife through oral stimulation regardless of the presence of his semen.

After cumming inside of her, men often lose the drive to continue with their plan to lick the semen as it flows out of her. The visual is amazing and yet the post-ejaculation let-down is difficult to overcome.

Once a husband has decided that he wants to try performing cunnilingus on his wife after his orgasm (during PIV), more than likely, he will be faced with a diminished post-ejaculation libido  (which is very typical for most men). During intercourse, the husband’s arousal is incredibly heightened and he has his mind made up that he is going to move down and orally pleasure his wife.  However, in the waning seconds following his ejaculation, the decision is set aside as the husband gives in to the “let-down” that accompanies orgasm.  It isn’t the husband’s fault, it a normal male response due to the chemicals released within his brain, signaling that the need for intercourse (mating) has subsided (read our post, “Identifying and Understanding the Roadblocks to Continuing Intimacy“).  It seems that men are fighting chemistry and nature. In my opinion (which is  based upon my personal experience and feedback from other men), pushing past the sexual instincts requires one simple yet counter-intuitive step. Just get down there and do it!

If you are a man like me and had to overcome a revulsion toward semen, you’ll have to take a somewhat longer road to get to the point where you can simply push your face into your wife’s cream-filled and covered vulva. This process worked for me and in my estimation, it can work for anyone.

Trust us that once you make the move to do this, the pleasure will be unbelievable for both of you. What are you waiting for? Just put your mouth on her and enjoy the essence of your shared love!

Now that you made it to this point, you probably have a decent overview of this from the husband’s perspective by now. But what about what the women think? How does a wife see this? It is a great question and one that I can only address from anecdotes and personal experience (as relayed from my wife, Melinda).

Though it took some time for me to get to this point, I have learned that my wife has been wanting me to do this for quite some time. Although she didn’t consider the specific aspect of me eating my semen, she did crave having me go down on her to continue stimulating her and helping her to additional orgasms. What I learned through this is that the taboo (and socially forbidden) nature of this gives her an extremely heightened arousal because my tongue is directly immersed into her vagina that is filled with my semen. Now, when we are in the midst of intercourse, she asks me if I am going to clean up my “mess.” Without hesitation, I affirm my intentions and within milliseconds is gripped with orgasm. My own climax is subsequently triggered and I explode inside of her. Because she asks, I know that it is my wife’s desire to have me do this.

Considering all this, the pleasure that a wife and husband can experience – above and beyond the one-and-done norm – should be motivation enough for him to just plant his face into the creamy fray. Our best advice for all husbands is quite simple. JUST DO IT!  Ladies, if your husbands aren’t doing this and they have made it known (to you) that they want to do this, it is also easy. Make it plainly obvious that they need to get down there. As your husband starts cumming, tell them that they are going to go down. When you feel the last pulse of your husband’s cock, don’t let them collapse onto you. Push them down between your legs and pull their faces inward. Take control! If Melinda would have done this, I would have been eating my creampies YEARS ago.

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No Rest for the Aroused. Little Sleep for the Needy!

We have fallen into a bad habit of going to bed entirely too late in the past few weeks. For some reason, we cannot seem to get our kids and thus, ourselves to bed at a decent hour. The hot summer nights leave our non-air-conditioned house very warm which makes the idea of laying in or on the bed less than enticing. Despite the heat and lateness, Paul and I are entirely incapable of withholding our intimacy regardless of how much later into the night our sleep is pushed.

I need my sleep. Paul needs it too but he gets up for work regardless of how little rest he was able to get on a given night. Aside from going to bed late and making love before sleep, Paul has other concerns (that I won’t discuss, here) that cause disruptions or keep him from getting even a few hours of sleep. When his alarm sounds and he rises from bed, my sleep is also broken at that point. While he is showering, shaving and getting ready behind the closed-door of the bathroom each morning, I am struggling to fall back asleep.

For the last few years, Paul and I have been making love on a near-daily basis. Between my cycle days, we may miss one day each month. Last night as we lay together after making love, we tried to remember the most recent day that we missed an opportunity to be intimate. In the last three months, Paul and I have been starting our days with magnificent sex. On work days after he is showered and smells incredibly amazing, he bends over to kiss me goodbye and his hands trace my body. While his lips press against mine, his fingers part my pussy and dip into my wetness and within seconds, Paul’s cock is sending me into ecstasy. After we cum and he pulls out of me, I am sated and throbbing yet I am so ready to fall back into deep sleep. Paul dresses and heads off to work with a smile on his face!

Because of the late nights and being absolutely satisfied and filled with the love that Paul left inside of me, I fall back to sleep and don’t wake for a few more hours. The rest of the day, Paul’s reminder of himself is apparent. I smell his scent on my skin and the fragrance of his semen mixed with my wetness floods the room when I change for a run or shower. I am tired and relaxed. After a run, Paul’s love is still flowing from me. Though I complete what I want to accomplish and my distractions are minimal, my prevailing thoughts are of his return and the desire to be wrapped around him once again and yet, we repeat the late night once more. From the moment he walks in the door, his embraces and kisses, soft caresses and squeezes of my ass are incessant and wonderful. Ever indication that we are giving to each other is that we cannot wait to tear off our clothes and reunite our bodies in heated passion.  And still, we remain up late.

As I write this, I am dreaming of Paul’s chest and hands. My desire to trace his muscles and caress his nipples and gently kiss his torso is an almost overbearing need. I want his hands around me, gliding over my ass and the small of my back as our tongues meet in our kiss. That moment when we can finally be together tonight, skin to skin. Time passes so slowly but the anticipation for our union compounds. I am aflame inside with desire to be taken by my husband. I need to feel his hands upon every inch of my body. I need to feel his weight on me as he moves inside of me, thrusting and withdrawing as his animal instincts command his motions. Senses-overload when his tongue meets my pussy again tonight. My body will quake with shuddering release. Paul doesn’t have to think about a single action. His body, hands, tongue and cock know me and how to deliver me into climax though I wish that I could hold it in that mouth-watering build-up where I am at my most insatiable. When I feel my body and soul move over the edge, I know that I am no longer in any form of control. I am at the mercy of pleasure and it will get to the point where it MUST cease or I will lose myself.  Paul senses my need for cessation and moves his body to enter me again and I am taken to another realm of heaven.

My meandering thoughts are too much for this to make sense to anyone. It doesn’t seem intelligible in the least as I read back through what I wrote.  This post was only meant to pour out my heart as I lament my need for being in bed much sooner than we have been.

I am weary from it all and yet I only need more with Paul.

Living and Loving! We Miss You All, Too!

Hi my lovelies! The summer has been going great for Paul and me. We have been very busy with so many family activities and we’ve been EXTREMELY busy making a lot of love! I wanted to get a post out to all of our followers to let you know that we are doing very well and that both of us will be writing again as soon as things calm down again. We miss sharing our love for each other with you all.

We are having fun living and loving together! We hope you are too!

I hope that each and every one of you is getting on with your love lives and have much to share with us.

 

She Loves My Creampie Eating as Much as I Do!

For Melinda and me, another night of amazing sex means that, at some point, my wife’s creampie gets licked clean and I am the happy and hungry recipient of my own cum. The pleasure meter is now routinely getting buried…like my face to my wife’s cum-soaked pussy…all the way.

What I am coming to realize is that Melinda has wanted me to do this for a very long time. In my previous post (see: Finally! I broke through and Cleaned the Mess I Made), I found that when I finally told Melinda (while actively engaged in intercourse) that I intended on licking my cum from her, she gasped in excitement at the thought. I had been worried that she would find the idea too disgusting (or that there was something wrong with me) at the idea of me, her husband, eating his own semen. Amazingly, the opposite was true. My wife’s arousal skyrocketed and her vaginal walls began to spasm as she pulled her legs, opening her vagina wide and deep, begging me to go as far in as I could go. My massive semen release was exciting to me as I knew that I was going to have a LOT of cum and even more pleasure.

Since that night, my wife will randomly ask me on if I really do enjoy the messy mixture of our fluids. When I respond that I am overwhelmingly turned on just thinking about it, she gasps and gets lost into her own thoughts of me lapping up every drop of cum. She bites her lower lip and relaxes her eyelids, offering a subtle, smirky smile of delight, thinking ahead to another evening of me eating her creampie.

Last night after she sucked on my cock, she wanted me to get inside of her so that I could begin thrusting and releasing my semen (via edging). Melinda was aggressively pursuing my edging ejaculations in order to get her pussy sloppy with cum, looking ahead to me licking her pussy while lapping up our frothy mixture of her wetness and my cum.

Again, she asks me about my desires for our love juices and I can see her body responds which tells me she is incredibly turned on by the thought. Her orgasm while I was licking her pussy last night was, as she said, the most one of the most enjoyably massive one she’s ever experienced. When I reentered her, she couldn’t stop having successive orgasms…something that is a rare occurrence for her. Clearly the mental and physical stimulation was at an all-new high, fueled by my creampie eating and, what I suspect, has been the fulfillment of one of her secret fantasies. But what gets us both overcharged is when I kiss her with my lips and tongue coated with our fluids, the flavor is unmistakable and we both are propelled to continue.

 

Finally! I broke through and Cleaned the Mess I Made

The evening was one of decadence. I veritable sensual assault on my palate and my libido. Melinda’s orgasmic release was only heightened by my whisperings, telling her of my plans only to be further escalated when tongue met saturated vulva and the seminal-vaginal fluid mixture was consumed, lick by gentle lick.

Authors’ note: This article was written in the context of Paul’s journey to break through the barrier of inhibition about eating his creampies with his wife. We will be sharing several more articles that address many of the obstacles that we both had to overcome to attain the sexual freedom we now enjoy.

After so many nights (days, weeks, months…er…years) of sexual activities, last night was THE breakthrough that I’ve awaited with much anticipation. Utterly amazing what overcoming a barrier like this has done for lighting up our bed! I am so encouraged that I will now be able to incorporate post-(orgasm) ejaculation cunnilingus into our sexual encounters and activities on a recurring, if not regular basis!

The evening began like many others – a shower and the warm-up kissing and mutual caressing. Melinda noted the small, battery powered bullet and wondered why it was out being as her favorite toy is her Lelo Sorya due to the overwhelming orgasms she achieves from brief stimulation. When I told her that it was for use on me during fellatio, she was quietly excited at the idea of something spicy to do for me.

When she was ready to move down to me, she grabbed my cock and began stroking the shaft and caressing my boys. Her lips met the head and she began to lick around, moving down to the underside of the glans and corona. Switching on the bullet, she immediately began to apply vibration to the base of the shaft whilst sucking and licking the head. The tingles from the pulsation traveled to the shaft and to my perineum muscles and prostate. The sensation was, to say the least, fabulous!

After a few orgasmic near misses (I got very close to ejaculation), Melinda pulled off, laid back and I moved in for some stroking – my goal to edge a number of times in order to fill her with semen prior to licking her. As I entered, I noticed an unusual increase in arousal and sensitivity in both of us – most likely due to the addition of the vibrator. Melinda’s labia and clitoral shaft were enlarged more than normal without a stroke of stimulation. My sensitivity had me at the point of no return after one or two strokes.

With some careful maneuvering and positioning, I was able to commence in long-term thrusting, trying desperately to push my penis head to the spongy “G-spot” area of the inside of her pussy. Within 5-6 minutes, I felt the prostate pressure mounting and I shortened my strokes to get my orgasm to the edge slowly to prevent myself from going over. As I felt the ejaculation urge arise, I clamped down on the PC-muscle stopping the orgasm while releasing a full pulsations of semen. The beauty of employing the edging technique (provided one is diligent with Kegel exercises and has a strong PC-muscle) is that extending penis-in-vagina activities to be prolonged while her pussy gets increasingly lubricated with the accumulating semen.

Following the third edged-release of my semen, I spied my cock as I withdrew from Melinda’s sloppy pussy to see that it had the appearance of a glistening freshly glazed, elongated doughnut. I looked at my wife’s vaginal opening in time to see a large glob of pearlescent liquid beginning to breech her labia. Extremely aroused and excited, I leaned down thrusting my tongue into the warm cum and scooped out a what seemed like a mouthful. The rich thickness of our cum was overwhelming. I could taste the combination of our flavours swirled together into a concoction of sexy nectar. I continued to extract as much as I could reach with my tongue, stopping only to insert my index finger to scoop out what was beyond the tip of my tongue.

I dragged residue out and upward as I coated Melinda’s labia and clitoral hood with our love juices. I was sensing the tingling sensation on my tongue and in my mouth so I was certain that her vulvar region was similarly stimulated. I began to work on teasing her lips and frenulum while hinting at contact with her clitoris. I continued to work for a time, escalating her arousal as I increased my tongue strokes. She experienced a few small arousal peaks as I worked. Melinda’s excitement was climbing and she begged for the Sorya.

Wanting to oblige her, I reached for the pink wonder and eased in. With a few strokes, Melinda heaved her hips back, begging me to turn it on as she invited a deeper thrust. With a press of the button, the friendly hum engaged and she settled into the sensation. I continued to lick and tease her clit as I worked the toy. Within a few minutes, her body clenched as she tightened for a massive orgasm. Her scream of delight was so loud, I knew the children had to be awakened. With the warm spring evening and the windows open, every neighbor on our street HAD to know that she was hitting the high of orgasmic highs. I have come to enjoy her climaxes more than my own as her signals are so excitingly sexy!

Melinda, not wanting to come down too far after I shut down her Sorya, begged me to get inside of her. As a husband seeking every opportunity to please her, I rapidly obeyed and entered for another session of intercourse. Moments into thrusting, I began to think of how I wanted to broach the subject of eating her creampie. I began to tell her how much I enjoy the sloppy liquids that we create. I began to tell her how sexy the mess is. Melinda’s responses were so electrifying as she spread her legs wide and pulled them back, allowing me to go as deep as I wanted. Her breathing began to get very rapid as she affirmed how sexy she thought it was. I told her that I was going to taste our juices after I came…and she lost all control.

Melinda began to orgasm again (which seldom occurs during intercourse). She said that it was incredibly sexy that I was going to do that. My wife was so heated and so turned on at the thought of me lapping up my semen and her juices…the massive flow…that she just let loose. I couldn’t help but let go of all control. No more edging. No more holding back. I let go of such a wonderfully massive orgasm as my cock began to throb sending pulse after pulse of liquid rushing into her beautiful pussy.

After 8-9 squirts, I quickly withdrew and headed down. The look in her eyes of innocence and allure as she watched me head down once again, this time without a doubt as to the mess at hand. She and I were out of our minds with excitement as I lapped up every drop of liquid that I could get my tongue on. I continued to work her after cleaning all of the visible and reachable cum that I could find. After all was said and done, Melinda headed to the bathroom for her usual post-ejaculation cleanup only to find that there was NOTHING left. I had taken it all in. Her delighted smile was all I needed to see to confirm that we had broken through. This was the milestone that I have been working for the last year to achieve.

The evening was one of decadence. I veritable sensual assault on my palate and my libido. Melinda’s orgasmic release was only heightened by my whisperings, telling her of my plans only to be further escalated when tongue met saturated vulva and the seminal-vaginal fluid mixture was consumed, lick by gentle lick.

Creampie-Eating: A Woman’s Perspective

What is it about creampie eating that makes some males so excited? Is it the thought that this is truly eating the forbidden fruit: or is it the strong desire to please our ladies? Either way, some men want to eat creampie prior to cumming but most shy away after. This article is about the joy women receive from creampie licking and how to teach your man to get over the creampie blues. Most couples report that their relationship and love making rocket to the next level once the creampie blues are understood and overcome.

Sometimes, a writer must concede that he or she is not the authority on a topic or in this case, the perspective of a segment of the population of which he or she is not a member. In trying to convey the female perspective on husbands performing cunnilingus on their wives following (penis-in-vagina, or PIV) sex and subsequent ejaculation, I found this attributable article that conveys the message that I have been attempting to deliver to you. While I found the article on the Love Talk Forum (LTF) enlightening, the poster didn’t reveal their source. After several days of searching, I was unable to locate the source of this wonderful message.

I did take some liberty to make minor grammatical and punctuation changes along with some softening of the terms and verbiage to make the post more congruent with the rest of the The Essence of Making Love blog content. I have provided a link to the source (on the LTF) to give access to those of you who prefer the raw, unfiltered text.

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Source: Love Talk Forum (disbanded)
Thread title: Oral sex after sex. I’ve been getting these questions about creampies
Original Author: Unknown
Date Posted: 5 October 2010

What is it about creampie eating that makes some males so excited? Is it the thought that this is truly eating the forbidden fruit: or is it the strong desire to please our ladies? Either way, some men want to eat creampie prior to cumming but most shy away after. This article is about the joy women receive from creampie licking and how to teach your man to get over the creampie blues. Most couples report that their relationship and love making rocket to the next level once the creampie blues are understood and overcome.

The vast majority (99.9%) of men, an orgasm is immediately followed by, for lack of a better term, the Post-Orgasm Blues (POB). POB is a very legitimate feeling. It is the feeling you get after orgasm that just makes you want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, turn the game back on or do anything except think about sex.  You cum and immediately you lose interest in sex for a little while. There’s no escaping it. POB is a physiological response caused by cascading hormones in your brain. You have little to no control over (without training and encouragement).

The orgasmic cycle and POB physiological response is described (source):

An orgasm (sexual climax) is the conclusion of the plateau phase of the sexual response cycle and may be experienced by both males and females. Orgasm is characterized by intense physical pleasure, controlled by the involuntary, or autonomic, nervous system. It is accompanied by quick cycles of muscle contraction in the lower pelvic muscles, which surround the primary sexual organs and the anus. Orgasms are often associated with other involuntary actions, including muscular spasms in other areas of the body, a general euphoric sensation, and frequently, vocalizations. 

Post orgasm is often experienced as relaxing, which is attributed to the release of prolactin. Male and female brains demonstrate similar changes during orgasm, with brain scans showing a temporary reduction in the activity of large parts of the cerebral cortex. Sexual drive is greatly reduced after orgasm. 

Prolactin (PRL) or Luteotropic hormone (LTH) is a peptide hormone primarily associated with lactation. In breastfeeding, the act of an infant suckling the nipple stimulates the production of prolactin, which fills the breast with milk via a process called lactogenesis, in preparation for the next feed. Oxytocin, another hormone, is also released, which triggers milk let-down. 

In the heat of passion he think he wants to clean out your vagina, but it’s easier said than done because POB can be pretty powerful. Biology trumps desire almost every time.

And let’s forget about the homophobic angle here while we’re on the subject of creampies, shall we? Since when is cunnilingus a homosexual activity (well, unless you’re a lesbian–but that’s another post). I’m not saying that creampies aren’t out there on the fringe – but there’s certainly nothing homosexual about them. Eating a creampie might make him kinky, submissive, or even a little humiliated but it doesn’t make him gay. It makes him a better lover.

So…is it possible to train your man to defeat POB and eat creampie? That’s a good question. You and your partner will be happy to hear the answer is a definite YES. The effects of POB can be overcome. Your brain can be taught to do anything it naturally says “no” to. It takes practice, encouragement, understanding and the most important thing, desire. Not all men have the desire, but if you are with a man who has a desire to eat creampie then you owe it to yourself and him to overcome the POB’s because your sex life and that of your partner will be greatly improved. Consider yourselves one of the lucky ones. Creampie eating is one of the closest, trusting experiences any couple can do. Once he overcome the blues you will want to make it part of your lovemaking routine. Most women say they wished there men had confided in them years ago.

Here are a few proven ways for beating the post-orgasm blues. Most females take to these suggestions quickly and normally report that they take an active role in being the initiators in sex. A female’s sex drive is much higher than that of a male so your frequency will increase dramatically. After all, practice makes perfect. Also, most women report enjoying the feeling of control they are have over their partners. Because of this, creampie-eating will become a constant part of your sexual repertoire.

  • Just do it. This sounds simple, but caving in to POB really is largely mental. If someone rang a fire alarm right after he came, he could muster the energy to get out alive and maybe even spare some energy to put on clothes. He is not in coma, so snap him out of it and have him clean you. You know he has a strong desire and now it’s your turn to cum.
  • Consider creampie eating part of lovemaking, the middle part. Part of the problem for him is an orgasm is a nice stopping place, like a period to a sentence. If you considered it a comma, you would just go on. If he is able to make you cum first, you always had to keep your sexual drive high enough to let him do his deed. Now is the time to change that. When he cums, its your turn, have him slide down as if you are ready for the next phase in a continuous lovemaking medley and you are not done yet.With this attitude, you can keep going all night. Ladies – here is where you can truly take an active part in coaching your man. Men who have a desire to eat creampie, already love cunnilingus. Take charge and have him lick your vulva. Get hot and get wet but do not let your orgasm come. Have the discipline to stop him and tell him to enter you and thrust inside of you hard and deep. After he releases insist that it is your turn and push him south. Not only do you get to enjoy and orgasm (or two), but you will be squeaky clean.
  • Change up the times of that you make love. If you always have intimacy at night, he (and you) will already be tired before you begin. The POB just adds to his exhaustion and he drop happily into sleep. Why not try a “nooner” or a “wake-me-up?” His energy level will still be high and he will have a better chance of defeating the dreaded POB.
  • Why not take a rest? Who says that ten seconds after his last ejaculation spurt that he needs to be heading south? Spend a minute, two minutes, ten or fifteen — whatever it takes! — then slide down. OK, so you will have drained a little but that’s ok. Collect any leakage and place it on your clitoris. You don’t want to make a mess and you sure don’t want him to miss any of his treat. This also allows for more excitement for you. Make him lick your fingers clean while he is taking a rest. I also suggest that you shave. It makes cleaning up  your vulva easier and (most) men love the “clean” look. Besides, trying to lick clean matted pubic hair is almost impossible.Talk it over with him. This desire has been around for years. He has confided with you a very personal wish. Let him know your feelings and you love the idea of him licking you clean. That alone can resolve emotional issues such as embarrassment that masquerade as POB. Tease him by telling him “your going to lick me clean tonight”. This will keep both of your sexual excitement high. Take him by the hand and say, “time for your creampie” and lead him off to the bedroom when he least expects it. No more just watching TV all night. Also give him encouragement, which can be helpful. Tell him you’re going to sit on his face afterward. When he is down there licking you clean, talk to him:“That’s it honey, lick me clean!”
    “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
    “It feels great!”
  • Give it a practice run. Have him thrust inside you for a little while and then lick you a little. Thrust some more, lick some more. Keep it up, and after he cums, it is just another part of the cycle.
  • Ladies – treat this like basketball tryouts; that something this good is worth fighting for! Make him earn a position on the bench. Be his coach. Coaching is about verbal instructions, lots of reinforced behavior change, being tough, caring, aiming for perfection and practice, practice, practice. If you feel semen running down the crack of your bottom, tell him that he is missing some and make sure he licks it up. I suggest in the early stages of overcoming his POB, make him clean you out as often as you can. When I was training my husband he ate me out 2 times/day. Once in the morning and sometime during the day. That lasted a week. After that, we settled into a regular pattern and because of that, he became a pro. But even professionals need practice. I still surprise him when he least expects it. Such as 20 minutes before we need to leave for his mother’s house for dinner. But spontaneity and surprises are fun.
  • Last but definitely not least, collect and save his semen from the night before. Have him collect it in a glass and kept it fresh in the fridge. The next night, prior to heading to bed poured it all over your vulva. When he goes down (prior to POD), he is greeted with day old creampie. It is a fantastic training method, but once you are trained, semen (like bread) is much better when freshly made than day old.

Ladies treat your man’s desire as a gift. You have an opportunity to take control in your sexual activities. There are women in this world who have never experienced an orgasm. You are blessed with a man who has a unique desire that needs to be embraced and developed. Having a man lick your vulva is one thing, but teaching him to love eating creampie, gives you a very special position of authority in love making. Generally, you are in control. You are the last one to cum and you no longer leak all over the place. Enjoy your new found role in love-making. Good luck and don’t take “no” for an answer. In no time flat your lover will be enjoying himself and, rest assured that you both will be.

If your lover finds this desire of yours to be a turn on or even just as tolerable, you (both) are in for a radical change. You will be fulfilling your desire more than you ever dreamed. Most couples report a ten-fold increase in their love-making because she loves her new role in the bedroom and feels there is a lot of catching up to do.

 

My Mind was Weary but my Body was Ready

My body and mind were wrecked from the long day spent taking our kids to their various lessons and activities. Kicking off the day with an early morning 5-mile run as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon; I was ready to shower and climb back into bed for a nap due to the late night spent with Paul, going over our plans for our summer vacation trip. Trying to plan a trip with teenagers and trying to find creative ways to have a hour or two each day to keep our intimacy from being shelved for ten days is exhausting and a little bit arousing. We extended last night as we couldn’t hold back from a lights-out session of Paul taking me from behind!

My body and mind were wrecked from the long day spent taking our kids to their various lessons and activities. Kicking off the day with an early morning 5-mile run as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon; I was ready to shower and climb back into bed for a nap due to the late night spent with Paul, going over our plans for our summer vacation trip. Trying to plan a trip with teenagers and trying to find creative ways to have a hour or two each day to keep our intimacy from being shelved for ten days is exhausting and a little bit arousing. We extended last night as we couldn’t hold back from a lights-out session of Paul taking me from behind!

As exhausted as I was throughout the day, I had constant reminders of our brief intimacy all throughout the day beginning with stripping for my post-run shower. Paul’s semen coated my vulva and my underwear as gravity and the up-and-down pounding from my run worked a fair amount of it out. As the day progressed, Paul’s fragrance would permeate my shorts or be present when I found time to have five minutes in the bathroom between the kids’ activities. The scent of his semen is intoxicating and causes me to get wet at a moment’s notice, further stirring up the scent of love-making inside of me.

After dropping off our kids for their weekly evening event, Paul and I had nearly four hours alone and by then, I was more than ready to spend time in the serenity of his arms and the comfort of his loving touch.

Paul was just coming inside from his workout and was soaked in sweat due to the unusually warm weather. I know that most women can hardly stand to be around their men when they are dripping with perspiration, but Paul’s scent ignites me. Seeing his arms and legs bulging and glistening turns me on already, but the pheromones his body releases through his skin almost always readies me to receive him. I directed him to our bedroom and commanded him to strip to prepare for his shower (I won’t let him into our bed with his body beading with workout sweat). I could see that he was already excited (thank you, Joseph Shivers!!!) before he began to peel away his workout clothes! Seeing his cock bulging in his shorts – the details of the head, the length of his shaft – my God, I wanted that in my mouth and inside of me NOW!

He was standing there before me, completely exposed as his hard cock stood outward and pointed. I approached him and reached my hands behind his neck and pulled his head down toward me so that our lips could meet. I slid my hand down and took hold of his saturated shaft with my right hand. My left hand was in his wet hair and I pressed my tongue in past his lips. His cock firmed up in my hand as sweat dripped from his forehead onto my face. I ordered him into the shower and I washed his sweat from my hands as he cleaned it from his body.

I wanted him badly! My pussy was dripping and the butterflies were warring within my abdomen – I was entirely unsettled with excitement. Though Paul was inside of me less than 24 hours ago and that time was heavenly, I didn’t cum (I have yet to orgasm from penetration) and I was in need of release! I craved his touch on my skin. I desperately wanted to feel the weight of Paul’s body on me. I was gripped with hunger for him and I couldn’t wait for the time it would take for him to remove my clothes. As he showered for me, I took everything off and uncharacteristically left it all in a mess on the floor. Sitting on top of it all were my panties that were visibly soaked with my wetness and what remained of Paul’s cum from the night before.

I couldn’t believe that I was starting to tremble at the moment that Paul shut off the water in the shower. I was as excited as I was the first time he and I were about to make love. Then, I was more fearful of what our first time together was going to be like. Would he like my body? Would I satisfy him? Would I get pregnant? Tonight, the anticipation of the orgasm that I knew would be amazing. The tension. The build-up. My ever-increasing sensitivity. The warmth of his lips and tongue on my body. Oh dear Paul, please hurry!

I wanted him to skip the slowness that he gives to me. I wanted him to not take his time. I LOVE how he starts with gentle touching and kissing and how he talks to me as we move through from the first kiss. I crave all of it. I also enjoy pushing his body onto the bed and taking control, climbing on top as I take his cock inside and ride him, hard and fast. There are other times that I want him to take control of me, bend me over the bed and take me from behind. The instant gratification is what I want. To feel his length and thickness moving my insides as he presses inward. The sensation of him sliding deeper until I feel his balls against me. There is nothing like it! On this day, as I watched him towel his wet and clean body, as hungry as I was for his cock to be inside of me, it was his mouth and tongue that I wanted on me at this instant!

I lay on the bed on my back with my feet pulled back towards my ass exposing my wet and hungry pussy to the bathroom door hoping that Paul sees me and receives the message I am sending. Standing in front of the mirror, Paul brushes his blond hair but has yet to glance at me either in the reflection of the mirror or directly. The afternoon sun is shining in and bathing my body in natural light and warmth. I can only imagine what my will see in me as soon as he turns his head toward me.

Without a moment of hesitation he moves to me and drops to his knees. The smile that stretched across his face told me that he knew exactly what I wanted. His already hard cock stiffened even more as soon as our eyes met just prior to bending down. Paul loves giving me oral almost as much as I enjoy receiving him. Not having his cock in hand (or mouth), I was left wondering how much precum was beginning to drip from him. As his tongue caressed my outer labia and the warmth of his presence began to overtake me, I couldn’t help but think of how much is being wasted as it flows to the floor beneath him. Savoring every drop of his seed and how it flows so freely from within him, I was missing my treat but delightfully aching as he moved his tongue around on me.

From that moment of first contact, I was in heaven. Gradually, I was able to let go of Paul’s wasted semen allowing myself to get lost beneath the control he had over me with his tongue. I felt him all over me. Occasionally, i felt his sexy tongue darting inside of me as he sought out any residual cum from the previous night. As much as I wanted to cum, I wanted to feel his presence upon me for as long as he could last. The conflict within me began to build as did my climb to ecstasy. I didn’t want to cum yet and yet I wanted to experience Paul’s gift immediately. His hands moved slowly up and down my thighs between the random grabbing of my ass. I didn’t want him to grow tired. The more that I thought about what he was doing to me made it increasingly difficult to keep my orgasm at bay.

Paul continued his tender yet deliberate licking of my lips and clitoris. The pressure deep within was mounting and I began to picture the relief of my orgasm followed by Paul’s cock entering me before my last wave of pleasure passed. At that moment, I lost control of my body. I was completely surrendered to Paul; he needed nothing more than his tongue to slay my body as the precious orgasm that I was drowning in, separated my consciousness from the physical world. I felt my abdomen convulsing and my legs began to quiver. My pussy was suddenly so hypersensitive that every movement of his tongue, regardless of pressure, was holding me in this state. The pleasure was fast becoming overwhelming transitioning to a pre-pain state.

“Fuck me, Paul, ” the voice within me sprang out without any measure of oversight from my brain, “I need you inside of me, NOW!” I continued. Paul immediately lifted himself and positioned the head of his beautiful penis near my opening and his eyes met mine. To him, I must have appeared to be starving; desperately hungering to have him enter me. He pushed in and I felt every inch of his cock displacing my extremely active insides. I was rocked by a chill that radiated outward from my pussy to my extremities as he penetrated me fully. He was inside me to my depths. I could feel him bottoming against my cervix producing a hint of pain with the blissful joy that he was giving me. I was tickled by his cock as my orgasm hadn’t fully subsided.

As he continued his deliciously deliberate stroking, my orgasm wouldn’t entirely abate. Paul kept me on the edge of wanting him to stop and to fuck me ceaselessly. I could feel his penis getting more firm inside of me and it was sending waves of heat throughout my body. My God, I love this man! He peered deep into my eyes and I could see that he was getting closer to cumming. His body is inside of mine and yet my soul was intertwined with his inside of him! The pleasure that I was feeling extended beyond the bounds of my body and it was as though I could feel what Paul was experiencing with each stroke. I could sense his impending orgasm from within him. The temperature in his cock seemed to keep my soul tethered to my body, stroke after precious stroke, my desire to feel his orgasm increased.

I didn’t realize that my hands had been on his biceps for quite some time. I was holding him as he pressed and withdrew from me. I slid my left hand down behind my ass. I wanted to touch him as he moved inside of me, cradling his balls. I drew my hand closer and as I made contact with his scrotum, my hand got wet with our fluids. Forcefully banging against my ass, his balls were saturated. I cradled my hand around him and they suddenly tightened. Paul let out the most beautiful guttural sound from deep within his chest as the explosive pulses began. I could feel his body pumping his precious semen into me both with my hand and my pussy. I could feel his body quiver with each pulse. I could feel his orgasm in my soul. My own orgasm had not fully subsided and his only intensified my own. He pressed his torso into me, penetrating me deeply as his cum jetted into me.

Receiving my husband’s seed is satisfying in that I am experiencing two sides of the same orgasm. The energy that is carried into me that is inherent within his semen provides me with a boost. I can discern a physiological change when he releases inside of me that lasts for hours, even if I did not have my own orgasm during sex. After the last pulse from his penis, Paul relaxed onto and remained inside of me. We kissed and cuddled and I felt his peaceful love and enjoyed his weight on my body. His penis remained somewhat hard, acting as a plug while retaining his semen inside of me. Paul’s gentle kisses on my cheeks, lips and neck relaxed me and I basked in his attention.

“Baby, I need you to lick my pussy,” I whispered into his ear as he pressed his face against mine. “You left a lot of cum inside of me,” I hinted, “I want to taste us!” I could feel the sudden burst of energy inside of me with the immediate hardening of Paul’s penis. The muscles in his face constricted telling me that he he was smiling with excitement at my suggestion. The subtle friction-sensation of his cock withdrawing from me was delightful and caused the butterflies to stir in my belly knowing that I was about to cum again.

I awoke and looked at the clock to see that it was almost 4:00am. Paul was passed out between my legs and we were both still naked. I was cold from laying exposed for a few hours. I remembered the last orgasm he took me to as I discerned the dried remnants of our love-fluids on his sleeping face. I got him to slide beneath the covers, turned out the lights and cuddled against him, fully contented and relaxed.

His alarm was going to sound in a few hours launching us both into another busy day. Those last few hours pressed against his skin were heavenly.