Colouring outside the lines
Simone liked to watch me cum. She particularly liked me to fuck her until I couldn’t hold it any longer, straddle her, and cum all over her. She would watch with anticipation as I jerked off and cooed with satisfaction as I squeezed out all I had to offer. Once, as I slid my weight onto her, kissing her mouth, her neck, and her breasts, she asked me why don’t I lick up my cum. My guttural response of revulsion was simply met with a pragmatic observation that it comes from my body and what’s the big deal. She was generous not to point out my regular encouragement for her to taste her own pussy after she cums. I would have grudgingly agreed to a “tit for tat” if she had forced the issue.
I’ve never tasted my own cum and I can’t even say why.
My sexual armature has me identifying as a heterosexual male, and obviously something in how I identify with my sexuality makes me figuratively allergic to cum. This attraction to women, particularly women like Simone, has defined my sexuality from the moment I discovered masturbation. This same architecture also has me attracted to the idea of colouring outside the lines of gender definition and what men and women do when the candlelight burns low, and the wax is still hot.
One of the best books I have ever read, and I won’t even limit it in the erotica genre, is called the Leather Daddy and the Femme. The orientation of the Leather Daddy is self-explanatory, but the femme is a young woman who also dresses as a young man — their exploits, among other things, have her in her femme persona, fucking him up the ass with her favourite strap-on. Is this kink far beyond the imagination of any vanilla or simply imaginative play between a boy and a girl?
Beautiful pictures can be created colouring within the lines but there is something else that can be found outside the lines, using red instead of blue, dismissing everything you have ever been told, and saying yes instead of no. Figuratively speaking, I now have my crayons out with absolutely no intention to colour within the lines. I look forward to the journey.
W