The Weekly Mindfuck: Slow Drip

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Throughout all my sexual escapades, I've let very few men cum inside me. The risk is not often worth the reward, you see, but it's more than that. To hold someone's semen inside you overnight, into the next day, feeling it slowly drip out of you can be far more intimate than sex itself; it follows you to the office, to the gym, to the bathroom, sitting with you and in you, reminding you that someone was recently inside of you. It's just not something I can do with most men.   

It makes the experience all the more intense when I do. A privilege only reserved for the few and far between gives them access to me that no one else can have. It creates...not a possession, but something close to it. I get just as turned on knowing I'll feel it slowly drip out of me throughout the next morning as I do knowing he knows he's still inside me long after he's left. There are many people who love the idea of a creampie no matter who it's with, and I respect that. But for me? The payoff isn't in the

There are many people who love the idea of a creampie no matter who it's with, and I respect that. But for me? The payoff isn't in the visual - it's the headiness that comes with giving myself to someone else, giving them power very few have ever held. And knowing what I know about sex now, I would imagine I'm not alone.  

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