Bonjour, voulez-vous entendre une de mes histoires ?
Attendez, pour être plus précis, je veux vous demander si vous voulez ouvrir et écouter une histoire qui s'envole autour du sexe. Je suis une fille française, mon nom est Colette, et j'ai toujours été très curieuse de lire et de diffuser les points de vue d'autres personnes sur le sexe et ce que signifie la séduction pour eux. Les fantasies peuvent être culturellement différentes dans chaque pays. L'utilisation d'une langue étrangère peut aussi influencer. Chaque mois, je m'occupe d'une nouvelle histoire, d'informer les kings et les points de vue sur le sexe, comment certains aiment le faire, et comment d'autres ne peuvent pas. Laissez-vous vous surprendre, car tout a l'air plus sexy avec des mots qui comptent. Si vous avez apprécié cet épisode et que vous voulez me remercier, n'oubliez pas de rater et de revoir 5 étoiles sur Apple Podcast, et de me soutenir sur Patreon, lien dans ma description. Ce podcast est complètement indépendant. Votre amour et votre soutien sont extrêmement importants pour moi. Maintenant, vous vous sentez à l'aise, fermez vos yeux, détendez-vous et écoutez.
Hi, it's Colette.
Let me tell you one of my secrets. I started to figure that sooner or later with a boy after a proper blowjob, we all become someone's swallower. With my boyfriend, for instance, I don't swallow. Not because I don't feel like it. In fact, it's him who stops me from doing it. He finds it unclean, degrading. I don't insist because in a way it suits me. And yet, in certain conditions, swallowing is something that terribly turns me on. I mean, it's true that if there are men with whom this practice can be repulsing, there are others with whom we don't even ask ourselves questions and, you know, we swallow everything greedily and we even ask for more. At the beginning of my sexuality, I was curious and I asked my boyfriend at the time to come in my mouth because I wanted to see how it felt. I didn't like the texture and I spit it out. I also had to rinse my mouth because the guy wouldn't even kiss me otherwise after that. And a few years later, I ran into a rather dominant guy whose sexuality was very pornography inspired. Every time I sucked his dick, he wanted to come in my mouth because he was convinced that I liked it.
In fact, it disgusted me more than anything else and his salmon had a very strong and bitter, acrid taste. I really don't have a good memory about that. But one time, something clicked. He was jerking off while caressing me. And when I told him I was on the verge of an orgasm, he pushed his sex into my mouth and I started feeling his long, hot jets flowing down my throat. As I was coming, the combination of the two turned me on and I thought to myself that if every time I came, he made me swallow his cum, I would eventually start to like it and I would actually really, really start enjoying it. And that's exactly what happened. It's all about the person. It's all about the context. I remember a weekend in the countryside not so long ago. He was an Englishman who had been living and working in France for years. He hit on me in a pub in Paris and we've been meeting again since then. After a few weeks of frantic sex at his place or mine, in my student's ridiculously small studio, he had wanted to take me away for the weekend. He worked as a chief manager of some project in I don't know which big company and he was loaded with money. So to his offer, I said okay and the following weekend, he came to pick me up in his convertible car. It was pretty classy.
After an hour-long drive, we arrived at a domaine in Burgundy, Bourgogne, a really nice castle that had been converted into a hotel in which he had reserved a room. As soon as we walked in the door, he threw himself on me like a madman. Our lovemaking was very exciting. Except that he usually lacked a little gentleness and I didn't always like that. He was biting me, manipulating my breasts, pinching my buttocks, which can be nice sometimes but I don't know, with him, he was a bit too rough. Especially that for the rest, the positions for example, it remained rather classic. Missionary, doggie style, nothing very original. Anyway, the first night, we fucked like crazy and we fell asleep each one on our side. For me, this guy was not a matter of feelings. What attracted me to him was the way he would take space in a room, his athletic look, the sexual charisma he exuded. But he didn't always see it that way. He liked to put some emotion into it, the kind of thing I could do without. The next morning, he had wanted us to go for a walk. It was summer, it was hot, and I was wearing a short, tight dress under which I hadn't put any panties. We had made love that morning, but the speed of the intercourse had left me wanting more. I hadn't had time to cum and I wasn't done. All I was thinking was nothing else but going back to the hotel or finding a quiet spot to make love. And feeling the wind flirt in between my thighs every time the breeze would come warmed up my senses a little bit more.
On the way home, he started stroking my thigh while he was driving. When he realized that I was not wearing anything under my dress, he started to touch my clitoris with his thumb. Then very quickly he pushed a finger into me. Excited by this little exhibitionist masturbation, I was squirming on my seat, trying to take full advantage of the situation. The weather was very nice, we had raised the hood of the car, and every time we passed or crossed a truck, I knew that the truck driver could have a good look at the view. This turned me on big time. I love being an object of fantasy. At that moment, I had a lot of hot scenarios in my head and I was psychologically preparing myself for the sex that I was bound to follow as soon as we arrived at the hotel. The context triggers his desire, and mine too. Back in the room, he quickly undressed me. It was not very difficult, I was wearing almost nothing. He kept his clothes on. He laid down on his back and made me go on all fours over him, as if he wanted to spank me. But instead, he had fun patting my pussy, alternating soft caresses of the clitoris and penetrations with one, two or three fingers. It was driving me crazy, and I was getting so wet that he had no trouble coming and going. I undid the buttons of his pants and pulled down his boxers. His cock was already hard as I started to lick. With quick little strokes of my tongue, I taunted his foreskin. I circled around it. I brought my lips close to it, but never took it in my mouth. I could feel him getting so tense. He was moving his pelvis upwards as if to force me to take it, in front of his insistence. I finally complied, and I let him sink in between my lips, still on all fours. I kept my balance by leaning on one arm, with the other hand I held his cock straight and sucked him with unfeigned pleasure. On his behalf, he was penetrating me with his fingers, and the back and forth made me hotter and hotter. My pussy was soaked, and he was trying to get deeper into my throat. Then, he started to move his pelvis, faster and faster, as if he wanted to fuck my mouth. I was at the peak of excitement and let him do it, just tightening the grip of my lips around his membrane, letting his gland rub against my tongue. With each stroke, his fingers and my pussy were keeping pace. I was loving that. I was on the verge of cumming. Suddenly, he lifted his pelvis and stopped. I could feel the tip of his cock quivering on my tongue. He's going to cum. He's going to cum. He's going to cum in my mouth. The next two seconds of stillness seemed to last forever. Then, finally, a new stroke of the pelvis, and I felt his cum come out in spurts and fill in my cheeks, once, twice, three times. The taste was not acrid, but sweet, almost pleasant. I swallowed every last drop and licked his sex up and down to clean it up, to make sure I hadn't missed anything. He didn't say nothing. He had the blissful look of a man who had just peeled himself between his partner's lips. The right context, the right person. Sometimes you don't need much. I miss swallowing a little. It's pretty pleasurable to feel the man indulging in my mouth. Maybe one day I'll go back to being someone's swallower.
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Talk soon. Love, Colette
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Colette