Why I Fantasize About Creampies

I fetishize the things I can’t have

I was always fascinated by come, but it took me a long time to fall in love with it.

Before I had sex, I was mesmerized by porn. I’d watch performers pound, sweat, and get in all sorts of positions that looked like they would be practically impossible but also really fucking fun.

Porn was also the first place I saw guys come.

There was something a little surprising about seeing the first spurt of spunk coming from a guy’s cock.

But it wasn’t any more thrilling or fascinating than all the other things I was watching in those videos — I just sort of took everything in as one steady stream of exciting smut.

When I started having sex, I really enjoyed getting to play with cocks but the come wasn’t the most appealing part to me.

I remember a lot of things about the first handjob I gave, but I can’t recall how it finished. The way he came, where it got, and how I cleaned it off my hand are lost from my memory.

After that, it was hard to develop a great relationship with come because it mostly signaled that sex was over — and over before I was done.

Come was something I took for granted. It was just what happened at the end of sex. It was a mess to clean up. Sometimes, it was something I was worried about getting in my mouth.

But it was never arousing. It didn’t turn me on. The only hot thing about it was the way guys grunted and groaned whenever they finished — not really the sticky stuff itself.

When I started getting my own porn instead of streaming it through bootlegged satellite channels, I got to pick and choose what I watched. And I got in the habit of skipping the last few shots of every porn video. I didn’t really care for the money shot and it’s not like the storyline needed any wrapping up, so I never bothered with it.

Then I hit what should’ve been the jackpot for a girl who was indifferent to come. I settled down with a guy who was so death gripped that he could barely get himself to a climax.

I would have several orgasms and be spent and exhausted long before he was even close to coming from sex. I could jerk him off and blow him until I was too sore to continue without risking any messy spills.

If he came at all, it was from finishing himself off after we were done.

It should’ve been perfect — all the sex with none of the mess.

But all it did was make me crave come in a way I never had before.

Something I Can’t Have

Sex with Mr. Austin was always great, but it ended sort of unceremoniously.

We would fool around and fuck until I couldn’t take it anymore, and then I’d lie there next to him while he stroked himself off.

I recovered, caught my breath, and daydreamed about whatever until he was ready to finish.

Sometimes, he’d lie on his back and jerk off until his come dribbled and dripped down his fingers.

More often, though, he’d ask to come on me and I’d position myself so he could splatter it on my ass, my tits, my thighs, my stomach — anywhere below the shoulders was fair game, really.

I was happy with things ending that way. I was sexually satisfied and pleased to know he got to experience the pleasure of a climax and the thrill of doing it all over me.

And then we decided to have kids and that changed everything.

Getting knocked up by a guy with severe death grip is a little complicated and not terribly romantic. We couldn’t just get rid of the birth control, track ovulation, and fuck until he comes inside me.

Instead, we’d have sex, then he would pull out, jerk himself off for a long time while I did my best to stay horny, and then stick his cock back into me at the very last second to fill me with as much come as he could.

It felt a bit clinical and not terribly natural.

It made me wish his cock was a little more ordinary. It made me wish we had a more normal sex life — or at least a more typical finish.

That’s when the fantasies started.

Getting pregnant was such a complicated process. I started wishing I could have an accidental pregnancy and be done with the planning, the ups and downs of tracking and testing, and the struggle to stay wet while my husband jerks off next to me.

I would picture Mr. Austin fucking me and forgetting to pull out. I’d imagine him coming inside me by accident, and we would both feel this huge rush of mixed emotions — scared by the mistake we had just made but excited about what it could mean for our future.

And the more I thought about that scenario, the more it turned me on.

My family planning dream turned into a full-blown sex fantasy. And it changed my whole attitude to come. It wasn’t just a sticky mess — it was insanely hot.

Cumshots, Creampies, and Blowjob Overflow

After years of skipping the money shot, I started skipping to it.

My browser history started filling up with blowjobs, handjobs, and other scenes that would end with a burst of come.

I never clicked away until I saw the guy finish. I wanted to watch him come. I wanted to see it shooting or dripping out the tip of his cock.

I watched girls shoving their mouths on those pulsating dicks, getting everything in their mouths. I jilled off to videos that ended in giddy giggles as her hands and tits were covered and splashed. And I loved watching a guy’s hard cock pull out of a freshly fucked pussy, knowing he had just filled it with his load.

I was jealous and turned on all at once. Because I couldn’t have that kind of experience in my own life, I started fetishizing it heavily.

But it really took off when I started getting into Reddit porn.

I subscribed to all sorts of NSFW subreddits, but a lot of them had a very specific focus.

I would scroll through my feed, taking in all the GIFs and videos of ejaculation in all its glory.

I subscribed to a premature ejaculation subreddit so I’d know that I was getting right to the good stuff. r/GirlsFinishingTheJob depicted exactly what I coveted — being able to make a guy come in all sorts of ways.

Posts from r/BJoverflow showed me glorious moments of women’s mouths getting filled with so much come that they couldn’t contain it. I watched with rapt attention at the way it all flowed out and spilled so beautifully.

And one of the best was r/CumLube. That one featured guys coming inside of women, pulling out, and then fucking them some more. Being fucked while I was already full of come was a fantasy I didn’t know I had, but there I was, eagerly looking through the posts on my phone.

During that time, I realized why creampie porn can be so fucking good.

It’s not really the possibility of getting pregnant — though risk probably doesn’t hurt. It’s more like a primal urge. Having my partner come inside me is an incredible level of physical intimacy. I have a desire to experience that, even if I can’t fully explain why.

And I want all the sensations that come with it. I want to feel his cock stiffening as he’s getting close. I want to feel it twitch inside me as he comes. I want the slow and methodical thrusting when the pleasure overwhelms him.

That’s still a distant fantasy for me. With creampie porn, I at least get to live it vicariously.

Creamy Good Times

I’m not watching so much come-focused porn anymore.

For one thing, I’m really into lesbian videos lately so it’s nowhere near as spunky. But in general, my obsession gradually died down.

I still love watching (and listening to) a guy come. I get turned on when guys lose themselves in their own pleasure, and I enjoy seeing all the different and interesting ways their cocks can come.

Visually, come is still really appealing to me. And I’m into all of the tactile sensations that come with that warm, sticky, slippery mess.

It’s just part of the whole porn package for me now. It’s no longer the main attraction.

I’m more patient about experiencing it in my personal life, too.

I’m encouraging my husband to work on his death grip, but it’s mostly because I want him to enjoy sex even more than he already does. I want it to be more stimulating and open him up to new ways of coming.

But I’m perfectly satisfied with the way we do things now. I still get off and get off really well. We’ve explored new kinks and things that get me way more turned on than a cumshot ever could.

If we fuck well into old age with him still jerking off and painting my ass with his come, I’ll be one happy lady.

Still, I do still love the thought of being able to get him there myself.

I’ve only ever managed to make him come twice — each time with my mouth. I felt so proud and incredibly accomplished. I want to get there again. I want to be the good girl who makes him come with her lips and tongue.

I’ve also jerked him off to completion, but he has to get himself almost all the way there first. Someday, I hope to get to do it all — to stroke him like a champ until his come slides down my fingers like melted ice cream.

What would be the hottest for me, though, is to make him come with my pussy. To have him thrust into me until his cock throbs and releases every drop of spunk it can.

After sixteen years of fucking without even coming close to living out my creampie fantasy, I have no idea if we’ll ever be able to get there. But hey, a girl can dream.

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