Don’t let the title fool you. This blog will not end up with 18-year-old white girls flashing their titties to us on webcam for e-beads. This blog is more of a warning for guys out there married to an Asian wife who has wild ideas and a slight case of OCD. Do not start a month long photo shoot unless you mean it.
I remember starting the XXXmas photo shoot thinking it was going to be fun and something we do for like five minutes a day. Boy, was I wrong. In fact, after the first photo shoot of me aiming my penis at a cookie and letting my liquids flow, watching Venice eat the entire cookie, and then dipping my dick in milk as she sipped, I was satisfied. Maybe I just wanted to see her eat my juices off a cookie, which was actually a first for us, I think. I am not counting the time I came in her ice cream and watched her lick it off her spoon, because technically ice cream is not food. It’s more of a frozen liquid. Anyway, after the December 1, 2012 cookie photo shoot, I could have went on with the rest of the month and never touched a camera again. However, Venice had different plans.
Tonight, I come home and Venice had purchased a half gallon of eggnog, a baby medicine dropper/mini baster, and two rolls of gift wrap. As the night went on, I noticed she had taped two pink ornament/balls to each gift wrap, about seven inches down (Apparently Santa is the man!). She put our life size Santa Claus upstairs and asked me to put on my Santa outfit. A little tired, I asked if she was sure she wanted to do all that. She excitedly motioned for me to hurry up.
So I walk upstairs and I see her down on her knees nude, placing the gift wrap near her mouth, giving our life size Santa a huge gift wrapper penis. I laughed and thought it was extremely creative. I set up the lighting, and spent the next ten minutes getting things focused and ready. After a quick test run using the timer, I stood on the other side of Santa and we held our gift wrapper dicks in Venice’s face. After she was satisfied with our positions, she asked me to grab the eggnog she had placed in her mini baster and squirt it on her. Uncertain as to what she wanted, I put a little on her chin. She looked at me and said, “Oh my God, is that how you cum on my face, Ryan? Is that how Santa would cum on my face? Blast me with it!”
I interrupted her and said, “Hopefully if Santa was to cum on your face it would turn into snow flakes in mid air, or possibly magic fairy dust with little elves dancing around your head singing Christmas carols before they nicely vanish leaving no mess at all.”
Venice rolled her eyes, ignoring my comment. “Squirt it all over my chest, my nose, and my eyes. Do it right.” I did what she said, but was unsure about squirting the eggnog in her eyes so I didn’t. I motioned like I was finished and tried putting the mini baster down. She grabbed my arm and demanded, “My eyes, Ryan, make me cry eggnog sperm.”
Listen, although this blog was done tongue in cheek, when is the last time your wife asked you to squirt eggnog in her eyes, while mock sucking two Santa Clauses at once?
Exactly.
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Golden Showers and Peeing Myself
I asked him to get a few pics of me “cowering” in the tub. I felt like a prisoner whose captors were photographing for the news reporters. I kept my head low and cocked to the left, trying to look as innocent as possible. He stood over me and pulled my head back using my hair, but I willingly followed the tug. At this point, we were both in control. He snapped a few pics with his cock near my face (which may be shown later if we add more photos — we like to keep the shoots around 20 photos). I wanted to stuff it in my mouth and suck it until it got hard, but I had to show some restraint and wait until later. I then felt him beat his penis on my face and he even put his cock inside my blindfold. These are things he does on his own, as the power of me being helpless begins to give him an adrenalin rush. At one point, I believe he put his foot on my throat, taking pictures of me helpless and totally under his control. I love it.
Moving away from me, I hear him shuffle to the other end of the tub. He told me to keep my mouth open. There is silence. I can’t see a thing, but I know what he’s doing: he’s releasing the micturition reflex, which relaxes the muscles in your urethra, releasing urine from your bladder. I’m eager to taste his hot urine, and then I feel it fountain into my mouth. I take a mouthful in and half way seal my lips. I feel his stream hit my face, my chest, down my tank top, over my skirt. I look at where I think the camera is and open my mouth to reveal it full of his urine. He again grabs my hair and pulls my face to the camera. I gargle his urine, letting it bubble over my tongue, before finally letting it dribble onto my chin and down my chest again. I swallow the rest in my mouth. It’s a pungent taste, like overcooked beef.
I lay there and listen to the camera snap photos. I feel him open my legs, I believe to take photos of my panties. To our surprise, my panties are still dry. Since my husband figured we were still doing the outside shoot with me peeing in my dress, he didn’t drink the water like I asked him to earlier. Frustrated, I tell my husband to aim the camera between my legs so I can try to play with myself. As my husband unknowingly takes shots of my panties, I relax my body and release. The pictures revealed later just how well my pink panties looked as the pool of pee in my crotch darkened the cloth and puddled around my black skirt. The air is filled with the smell of our fluids. It’s not just in my mouth. I stand up and my husband takes a few more pics of my pee-soaked body and clothes. My face and body was glistening with wetness. My husband then demanded I take my pee soaked blindfold and move it down to my mouth (photos for our own personal collection). I again taste his urine, deep in my mouth and on my lips as I watch him take photos of me, soaking wet with urine. It felt so wrong and dirty, but I loved it.
I took off my clothes and slapped them into my husband’s arms, wetting his nude body with both of our fluids. I ordered my husband to put it all in the wash. He does it immediately, knowing I am no longer tied up and helpless. When he returns from the laundry room, he admits that he loved the smell and look. I nodded and agreed. He then suggested doing it again and fucking each other while soaking wet with each others’ urine.