The cum soaked tissues...
You know, when I was young, we couldn't imagine ourselves ever swallowing. I mean, we used to call that white thing that comes out of dicks, as dicksnot. It's like eating mucus or someone's nose blowings. Yech! You were supposed to have sex with condoms (of course) and that nasty white thing had to go immediately into a garbage can, safely isolated from us by the latex of the condom. Nobody I knew ever wanted to touch it.
I don't know when I changed, but it was in my thirties.
Now as an older woman, I see my woman's role and identity differently. I'm a woman. Of course I want sperm. It's the only damn freaking reason why I should bother with men and their insensitive ways. Sex should ALWAYS include the extraction of the male essence from the guy. Whether it ends up in my hair or in my pussy or stomach or whatever doesn't matter. It's my job to remove this from my partner, and take ownership of it. I'm a winner if I end up with sperm.
slinky1, at this age, I would swallow everytime. You don't need to pay me.
Well, I think for me at the time, I was late teens/ early twenties, still a virgin and just couldn't find anyone to have sex with (pre internet, no smart phones etc.) yet my sex drive was through the roof, I just couldn't get through the day without obsessing about it, so the glory holes after midnight 3 suburbs away offered me the anonymity I needed as well. I didn't care that these were physically/ sexually undesirable gents, obviously unable to get their cocks sucked anywhere else, I think that added to it for me actually. But I would tell myself if I can't find a girl for sex or to date, i'm going to be the best cocksucker in the world, and to do that, i'd suck any cock offered to me. Young, old, big, small, black, white, cut, uncut, beautiful or ugly.
I felt that man needs his cum released and i'm the person who will be there for him, I kidded myself it was a like a community service or a charitbale gesture for lonely men. Fortunately, it was mid 80's and HIV hadn't hit the shores in Australia yet.
I was always mixed with emotion about doing it, one apert of me felt shame and disgusted with myself afterwards and more so a day or two later..
but if that was a Saturday night, by Wednesday I was already masturbating to the thought of sneaking off back there for the next weekend. By the Friday I was picking out or purchasing something pretty or slutty to wear to do it all over again. By the Saturday again I was desperate to get there and be fed all that, disgusting, beautiful, sweet, off putting, lovely, horrid sperm these strangers were going have me swallow again for them.
Every week i'd say never again, but took me a couple of years to actually break the habit, i'd finally got a girlfriend and HIV had arrived, so for that hobby, was time to hang up my heels, stockings, crotchless panties and and start eating/ fucking pussy instead that i'd waited all my life to finally start doing