“I hate swallowing my husband’s cum. I don’t know if it’s because I know it comes from inside his body or I just don’t get why men need to have their mess swallowed. It just makes me want to gag. Plus the taste and texture are horrible.”
I understand how you feel because there was a time when I didn’t like swallowing. I did it, but I didn’t enjoy it. Semen isn’t pumpkin juice. I get it, it doesn’t have a marketable flavor. But there is a mental feeling behind it, symbolism if you will, behind the act of swallowing. It’s your man, it’s his juices, it’s clean, and more importantly, it’s not disgusting. How could something that creates human life be disgusting? I think you have to understand this concept as a first step in swallowing, not just plugging your nose and asking your man to accept the “I swallowed. Are you happy now?” attitude.
With that being said, understand that it’s not the taste that you hate, it’s probably the act. Full acceptance of your man and, for lack of a better word, swallowing your pride, means you are ready to start having fun with your man’s semen. Start with a small lick of it, just enough to taste it. Feel the texture, the aftertaste, the way it slides on your tongue, the gritty feeling left behind when you swallow – love it, love everything about it. When you’re ready, let him shoot on your lips; lick your lips clean like you’re licking cupcake icing off of your lips.
Another thing to remember is that for me, it turns me on to show off to my man that I love his cum, to the point where I want it everywhere on me. I’ll let him cum anywhere he wants as long as I get to eat it. Another symbolic action is ensuring that it ends up in me, either in my mouth, vagina, or ass. I’m not a prostitute who wipes her John’s jizz off her stomach or ass cheeks when she’s done fucking. It’s an honor to have my man on me, in me, wherever I can get it. You work hard to turn him on, fuck him, and to get his juices flowing out and up his dick. So whatever comes out of it, you own. Why would I want the fluid that helped create my family thrown in the trash or flushed down the toilet on a napkin? It’s special, I treat it special. I take care of my man’s seeds, and put them where they belong, in my body.
Remember: of all the things you put in your body – alcohol, cigarettes, drugs (illegal or otherwise) soda, junk food, and candy, semen should be the least of your problems. It’s healthy, clean (probably the absolute cleanest thing that comes out of the human body — as long as your man is healthy), and it’s chock full of nutrients.
We have decided to add erotic photography of us to our blog each Wednesday, now known as Snapshot Wednesday. These won’t be low quality candids or shots taken from our cell phones, these will be photographs we love from our own little photo shoots. Hopefully these pictures will come out more like tasteful erotic art rather than amateur pornography. We will update the gallery each week with a new photo to share with our blog followers. 
Today is our anniversary. As I think about today, I can’t help but think about the time we’ve spent together and how quickly it has passed. We’d gotten married so young, but even at that young age, I knew I found exactly who I was looking for. Like everything else, time changes things. In the beginning, we were rough stones, awkwardly balancing against each other. But over time, wind/water erosion, heat, cold, and weather have turned us into a beautiful work of art. We still retain our core, but our experiences, outside forces, and awakenings have shaped us into a beautifully weathered sculpture.
Last night I told Ryan that I left some important paper work I wanted to bring home from my office. It was late in the evening so I told him I was scared and asked him to come with me to the office. There is 24-hour surveillance and building security but that didn’t put my mind at ease. The entire building was pitch black. I’m never the first one in or the last to leave so I had to use my phone light to find the light switches. I asked Ryan to check the back hallway and conference room area because I heard the floorboards creaking. He walked down the hall and I followed him as he turned the corner.