The Creampie Aficionado

It’s been a loooong time since I last met a new potential Bull (or even updated my blog here for that matter), but life’s been busy and no one’s really piqued my interest of late. I’ve kinda accepted the ongoing man drought this year, and with the limited time we have, our regular Bulls have kept me sufficiently entertained. Plus, a guy we often played with years ago has moved back to Sydney from overseas. As such, my enthusiasm to meet new guys is pretty low.

That’s not to say I can’t be lured out of my cave if the right man comes along, and last month, a moment of optimism got me on date. He was an interstate visitor who reached out to us via The Site. He had an astounding number of good reviews from other couples so I decided it would be remiss of me to not at least assess him over a cocktail. He wasn’t necessarily my type physically, but knowing he had a sizeable cock kept my mind open to the possibilities. I arranged to meet him at a local bar.

This guy made no secret of his love of creampies on his online profile but he understood that our preference was for safe sex. For anyone who isn’t aware, a creampie is the act of ejaculating in a woman’s vagina or anus and taking enjoyment in the ensuing ‘cream’ filling oozing out. If that doesn’t sound appetisingly described, then it’s because I’m not particularly a fan myself. I think the idea of a guy offloading in me bare is hot but visually feasting on the creamy delight isn’t a highlight for me. It’s curious as I do love being ejaculated on me. Go figure!

So I met the Creampie Aficionado (AC) on a Sunday evening on my own. My husband said that if I was keen on him then he was happy to organise a room during the coming week for play. Regardless, I was happy to be dolled up for a change and ordered myself a gin. AC found me shortly after and joined me. He was tall, dark and handsome so it wasn’t a hard pass, but I wasn’t feeling that overwhelming wave of lust either. We sat together for the next hour chatting about our proclivities and it didn’t take AC long to talk about creampies.

Being a health worker, AC said that he took regular STI tests which made it easier to offer himself up as a creampie provider. I didn’t doubt that many couples were more than happy to give him a receptacle as well. He said he understood that safe sex was our priority and that he was more than able to use a condom, but he wanted to be honest about his desires. I nodded with amusement. If you’re going to bring the topic up over a date, it’s clearly something you really, really (really) want.

I wasn’t put off by AC’s creampie obsession, and it wasn’t a deal-breaker, but ultimately he wasn’t someone I desperately wanted to fuck. As I recounted to my husband later, if I needed five men for a group session, I’d happily throw him into the mix, but for a more intimate session of fun, I just didn’t ‘feel it’. I told AC that the coming week was (genuinely) hectic so if he wanted to make plans with other people, I wasn’t going to be offended. I didn’t hear back from him so my bet is that he found some fellow creampie fans to make his Sydney stay memorable. I hope so.

I guess if we lived in a world without STIs we’d be more open to some creampie play but since we don’t, condoms are a must for us. Other than that, since we lead busy lives, we don’t have the time or energy to get tested, chase up test results, work out who gave what to who, and take relevant antibiotics, if we decided to take our chances and go bareback with some Bulls. I think I’ve mentioned before that we’ve thought about getting a regular Bull tested for some bareback fun but it’s not high on my priority. I just don’t hate condoms and if a Bull can’t stay hard with rubber then that’s his problem, not ours.

Obviously if we ever change our minds and let a lucky Bull shoot his huge load inside me, you’ll be the first to know!

 

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