The First Time I Snowballed Him
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…

It started small.
At first, my husband would tell me that he wanted to taste himself while I was rubbing his cock with my hand.
He’d be incredibly turned on and producing lots of pre-cum, and I’d rub my forefinger around the head of his dick, then put it between his lips for him to suck.
Then, one day while I was giving him a blowjob, he said that he wanted me to kiss him after he came in my mouth. I’d swallow, then crawl up his chest and kiss him deeply.
Eventually, this became a pretty common occurrence when we were getting frisky. He’d talk about wanting to taste himself, and I’d put my finger to his lips or kiss him after I swallowed.
Though it was something I hadn’t really heard a lot about or thought about, it was honestly hotter than I realized it would be.
I’ve kissed him many times after thoroughly soaking his beard and lips and mouth with my own pleasure, and I liked how it turned him on to do the same thing in reverse.
I realized later that these were just baby steps — his way of working himself up to something bigger.
New territory
The term snowballing (sometimes mistaken for or interchanged with snowblowing) can happen in a variety of ways, from simply passing your partner’s semen from your mouth to theirs after you’ve given them a blow job, to swapping the stuff back and forth, to creating a swapping pattern that involves multiple partners.
For me, snowballing is one of those odd things I never thought I’d find myself doing. There was no appeal for me there. Nothing about it was at all attractive or sexy to me. In fact, if I envisioned it in great detail, the thought of it kind of made me gag.
Then, one day, while I was passionately servicing his cock, my husband asked me to snowball him. Not to just kiss me after he came, per usual, but to literally kiss his semen back into his mouth.
Because I knew tasting himself made him hot, it made sense that he’d eventually get to this point. But I was still a bit surprised and not at all sure if it was something I could go through with.
It was just…I don’t know. I suppose I thought it would gross him out, even though he was asking for it. I thought his bark might be bigger than his bite. That he was all talk, no action.
You see, he likes to talk dirty. Sometimes, he likes to talk really, really dirty. There are things he likes to say, things he likes to talk through, that are pure fantasy — not something he’d necessarily want in real life.
For him, making these far-out fantasies audible gets him incredibly aroused. And oftentimes he’ll surprise me with the wild stuff his imagination comes up with. So sometimes I have to ask whether his dirty talk is something he really wants to experience, or if it’s just sexy fantasy talk.
So, during our oral session, I let my jaw take a break from his engorged cock and pumped up and down his shaft with my hand while I asked if he was being serious.
He insisted that he was. He really wanted it.
But when the time came, and I had a mouth full of him ready to deliver, he changed his tune.
Turns out it was all talk, after all. I smirked at him and gave him a closed-mouth kiss before leaving the room to spit in the sink.
From fantasy to reality
It became sort of a running joke between us. Sometimes, when I was giving him oral, he’d go on about how he wants me to put it in his mouth, for real this time.
“I’m going to do it,” I’d warn, between licking and sucking on him and using my hand to massage him. It became a tease. A dominant, sexy threat (because being submissive turns him on). “No more fucking around,” I’d say. “You’re actually going to get it this time.”
And then, at the last second, he’d change his mind about wanting it, and I’d of course oblige. Other times, he’d bravely wait for my lips on his, willing to go for it, but then I’d end up getting cold feet.
It was like a game of snowball chicken. I think I can patent that.
It was always a tease. A threat. A fantasy to vocalize. He’d bluff, then I’d call his bluff. It was fun.
Then, after months of this game, I just…did it. I let him come in my mouth and licked him clean. Then, when I went to kiss him, I slipped some of it into his mouth. And he didn’t stop me this time.
I guess you could say it was only a partial snowball, but it was enough for me to ask that burning question:
So, how does it taste?!
In his personal opinion, swallowing is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Welcome to my world, love.
What are your thoughts on the matter?
Because I’m a curious creature, I want the data. You know, how many women versus men love snowballing. How many gay couples versus straight, etc.
However, in my search for answers, I’ve come up with very little research. You can find definitions. You can find personal anecdotes. But you’ll be hard-pressed to find a study on what percentage of couples surveyed participate in snowballing.
I guess it’s not something the world’s scientists find particularly important, and I most definitely understand that logic.
So — I’m curious to know what readers (of all genders) have tried this. Who finds it a turn-on or a turn-off? Who would give it a go if their partner wanted to try it, and who would make it a hard limit?
Though we haven’t tried it since, there is something to be said about the erotic rush of doing something new for the first time.
VERONICA: That was Snowball.
DANTE: Why do you call him that?
VERONICA: Sylvan made it up. It’s a blow job thing.
DANTE: What do you mean?
VERONICA: After he gets a blow job, he likes to have the cum spit back into his mouth while kissing. It’s called snowballing.
DANTE: He requested this?
VERONICA: He gets off on it.
DANTE: Sylvan can be talked into anything.
VERONICA: Why do you say that?
DANTE: Like you said — she snowballed him.
VERONICA: Sylvan? No; I snowballed him.
— Clerks (film, 1994)
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