What if I Do Want You to Spit in My Mouth?
Does that make me a freak?
Over the past weeks, while making my way through my regular Medium reading list, I came across two separate articles by a couple of my favorite female sex writers discussing their disdain for spit and saliva play in porn—and in sex in general. Their comments caught my interest immediately.
In Yael Wolfe’s Lament for Crappy Porn, she starts by asking “what’s with all the saliva?” and immediately confirms that she hates it. “I try so hard to be open-minded, but I cannot handle the juicy, stringy spit ball. (…) (No shame on people who like it.)”
Still, it was not without a fair amount of shame that I admitted, and responded: Well, I actually do kinda like some of that…
In Porn Moves You Should Never Try, Elle Beau ❇︎ lists spit and saliva play first, saying that “there seems to be a somewhat recent trend related to a guy (or dominant woman) spitting in the mouth of the chick they are fucking. Clearly, somebody finds that sexy, or it wouldn’t be depicted so often…”
Ehemmm, like me?!?! [Shamefully raises hand from the back of the audience].
After reading their essays, I felt a bit like a freak. Am I really the only weirdo out there who genuinely enjoys getting spat on?
Well, first, I don’t like it all the time, and from anyone. Let me explain…
Spitting is a heavily context-dependent sexual activity
Obviously, if someone came over and spat on me, whether it be part of a sexual scenario or not, without my consent, I’d lose it. But, there are some instances where I find spitting undeniably hot, so much so that I regularly fantasize about it.
Spitting only works for me with the right person in the right scenario, let’s say with someone I have amazing chemistry with and am so attracted to that I would literally lick every part of their body—and would want the same from them. It goes hand in hand with activities like rimming; if I’ll insert the tip of my tongue into your anus, I probably won’t mind it if you spit in my mouth either. So far, I’ve only ever gone there with a couple of people. On top, spitting works best for me in a power dynamic, where I submit and allow my partner to dominate me.
The time when spitting was the hottest thing ever
The first time it happened, I had no idea that spitting on, or into the mouth of someone was even a thing. As you may know from my writing, I’m not big into mainstream porn and had never seen it done. Back then I was in a D/s relationship with Thor, a hardcore dominant who I called my Master (in bed only, FYI). I was utterly weak for this guy and had never submitted sexually to anyone the way I did to him. The two of us had an otherworldly attraction to one another, and I can’t think of much I wouldn’t have done with him, had he asked.
One of the first times we met at my place, he commanded me down onto my knees, to which I gladly complied. Sitting there, with his hard cock millimeters from my face, I went straight for it.
— Did I say you were allowed to do that? he corrected firmly. I backed off, somewhat befuddled. No man had ever told me not to touch their dick before. — Ehhmmm, no, Master… I looked up at him with a confused, yet playful grin.
That’s when he grabbed my chin with his thumb and index finger to angle my face upwards and looked deep into my eyes.
— Open your mouth!
I understood immediately what he was about to do and opened wide while staring back at him. The long string of saliva landed perfectly on my tongue and with it, I melted into a lustful puddle at his feet.
— Now, you can have it, he said, nodding at his throbbing cock.
At that point, I was so high with arousal I felt my eyes rolling back into my head as I began to feast on him.
Throughout our months as lovers, this wasn’t something we did every time we had sex. Instead, he used it sparingly, knowing how much it drove me wild each time he looked at me and said those three words: Open your mouth!
I still sigh and feel myself getting warm in all the right places from these memories, and I find it hard to do them justice with words. Somewhere, in between the power exchange, the humiliation, the taboo-breaking, something strangely erotic emerged. The action made me feel extremely close to him; beyond intimate, we were fluid bound together.
The time spitting was so gross I almost puked
After Thor and I parted ways, I longed to find another partner to share this very intimate act with and imagined it would be fairly easily reenacted. But, man, was I ever wrong!
When I met a nice guy who admitted to being into both spitting and face-slapping, I thought back at those wonderfully sexy experiences and thought, yay, someone who shares my weird kinks, let’s go for it!
When we ended up in bed after a vibe check and a chat, he began doing his thing. Pinning me to the mattress, his head hovering just above mine, he slapped my cheeks and spat furiously, all over my face.
Eeeeeeewwwww! This time, it was everything but hot. Instead of melting to a puddle, I turned stiff like a log, covering my face and rolling to the side.
It was literally one of the grossest things I’ve ever experienced, at least in bed, and needless to say, the scene didn’t last long nor was it ever repeated. Instead of deep and intimate, it felt random and aggressive. I was left so turned off I wanted to throw up.
Looking back, a few things went wrong; first, we didn’t have the same kind of relationship and chemistry as I had with Thor, and while I found this guy attractive, I was nowhere near swooning. Besides, the way he did it didn’t work for me either; instead of looking me deep in the eyes and making sure there was a connection, he seemed to be completely in his own world, frantically doing his thing without caring if I was on board or not. He could have been spitting on a rag doll.
As I’m writing this, recalling the sensations, I feel my face grimacing. The whole thing was the opposite of hot. It was plain disgusting!
Over the last few years, I’ve been lucky to have had a couple of other special partners with whom I’ve shared plenty of saliva—as well as most other liquids at our disposal. Still, nothing has come close to those scenes with Thor, where I sat patiently on my knees, awaiting the disposal of his elixir onto my eager tongue.
Sure, I’m no fan of the artificial theatrics of most porn either, but I’ve learned from experience not to judge anything too harshly until I’ve given it at least a try—or two. Of course, there are things I’d never do, but my general willingness to experiment has opened up more than a few doors to unexpected pleasures.
One thing I’ve discovered is that I love a good mess, and few things make me feel blissful like emerging from a hot boast in the sheets, sticky and slick, like a newborn fresh out of the womb, embalmed in fluid and wetness. Perhaps my liking for spit and saliva makes me a freak, but what can I say? At least I’m a happy freak who knows what she wants.
