I Confess What I Did Before Getting Out of Bed

Hello again. I’ve come to tell you something I’ve got stuck right here in my throat, and I think by now you know where this is going.

What a lovely morning it is today. I don’t know whether it’s because I woke up in a good mood, because it’s Friday and tomorrow nobody has to set an alarm, or because of a third reason I’d rather keep to myself for a couple more lines. Maybe it’s all three things at once. The sun came in from the side through the badly closed blind and drew warm stripes across the tangled sheets. And I, frankly, felt wonderful.

Before I go on, let me make a small parenthesis and address all the women reading these words. Sisters: let’s not be so prim, so uptight. There are grounds worth exploring without so much prejudice, as long as it’s done with care and calmly. Believe me, once you stop being afraid of having a dick in your mouth and swallowing the very last drop of cum, you enjoy it far more than you’d imagine.

And I’ll leave the men a piece of advice too, since we’re at it: don’t be impatient. With patience and tenderness, everything flows better. Haste never did anyone any good, and even less in bed.

Well. Parenthesis closed, back to my own business.

This morning I swallowed my husband’s cum in its entirety. Warm and straight from the source, not a single drop wasted. And it was, no exaggeration, divine.

Don’t you want me to tell you how it went? Because I’m going to anyway, in full detail.

***

Adrián was still asleep when I opened my eyes. He was lying on his back, with one arm crossed over his forehead and the sheet tangled below his waist. I watched him for a long while without waking him. There’s something about a sleeping man that undoes me, that face of owing nothing to anyone, the slow breathing, the chest rising and falling. And lower down, beneath the navel, that warm, promising bulge peeking out from under the sheet, that morning erection they wake up with and that makes my eyes widen.

I was already fully awake. And not just awake: I’d been hot since before opening my eyes, my pussy wet and throbbing, with that silly urgency that sometimes shows up uninvited first thing in the morning. I ran a finger between my legs to check and found myself soaked, my lips swollen, my clit hard as a little pebble. I thought about waking him up in a thousand ways. I chose the one I liked best.

I stayed still a moment longer, listening to him breathe, letting the desire grow without hurry. Some people think desire is something that comes all at once, like thunder. I prefer it this way, letting it simmer on low heat, feeling my pussy pulse while I still pretend I’m only watching him sleep. By the time I decided to move, there was no turning back. And I didn’t want one. My mouth was literally watering, swallowing saliva as if I had smelled food.

I carefully, slowly pulled the sheet aside, so as not to break the moment. And there it was, his cock uncovered, still half asleep but already thick, resting sideways against his thigh, with that throbbing vein running along the underside. I settled myself between his legs with one knee on each side, not touching him yet, just looking. I love that part, the lead-up, when he still doesn’t know what’s about to happen and I do. It’s a small, delicious power.

I woke him with my mouth.

First I ran my tongue over his balls, flat and warm, slowly moving up the whole shaft until I reached the tip. There I paused for a second, taking in that smell of sleeping man, of dawn skin, and I licked the head with the tip of my tongue, in circles, savoring that first clear drop already beading at the slit. Then I opened my lips and took him all the way into my mouth, as much as I could, feeling him grow and harden against my palate.

I felt him tense before he understood what was happening. A rough sound escaped his throat, still halfway between sleep and reality. His cock hardened in seconds, filling my mouth until I had to open my jaw. When I looked up, he was already watching me with half-closed eyes and that little smile of someone who’s just been given the best alarm clock in the world.

“Good morning,” I said, with him not quite out of my mouth, my voice distorted by the dick between my lips.

“Very good,” he answered thickly.

I knew it was going to be a perfect morning.

***

The first thing was feeling the tip inside my mouth, hot and still a little clumsy, waking up with me. I started gently, without hurry, letting him understand the rhythm before asking anything of him. My head moved up and down slowly, my lips sliding over the whole length, measuring every inch like someone savoring something without wanting to finish it too soon. My tongue worked inside, wrapping around him, pressing him against my palate, sliding up the swollen vein underneath with every pass.

He reacted exactly as I expected. One hand dropped to hold himself, the other went straight to my hair. Not to push, I don’t like that and he knows it, but to tangle his fingers in it and follow the motion, to feel part of it. Now and then I lifted my gaze to see his face. That’s my favorite part, watching how much he enjoys it, how his eyes narrow and his lips part while I have his cock buried halfway down my throat.

I pulled him out for a moment and spit on him, a thick thread of saliva falling over the head and sliding slowly down the shaft. I took him in my hand and spread it with my closed fist, up and down, while I licked his balls one by one, taking them into my mouth carefully, sucking them with my cheeks hollowed. He let out a groan that made the whole bed tremble.

I replaced his hand with mine. Mine is softer, slower, more mine. I started working him in earnest now, the two of us synchronized, my hand and my mouth moving as one. I went back up to the tip and took him all the way in again, this time with my tongue working underneath, pressing that soft spot just below the head that I know drives him insane. And with that rhythm came the sounds, those unmistakable, wet sounds, saliva slapping and cock going in and out of my mouth, which some people are embarrassed by and I love because they’re proof that this is serious.

I wanted to take him to the back. I tried slowly, relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose, feeling the reflex that warns you when you’ve gone too far, but I controlled it and kept going, pushing my head down until my nose was pressed against his belly and his balls brushed my chin. I held him there for a few seconds, my throat full, eyes watering, drool slipping from the corners of my mouth, giving him that extra something I know drives him wild. Then I pulled him all the way out, slowly, closing my lips and increasing the suction until I let him free with a sharp sound, a wet “pop” that made both of us laugh.

I laid him flat against his belly, hard as a stone, shining all over with saliva, and licked him from balls to tip in one slow pass, my tongue held perfectly flat. He let out a curse through clenched teeth. I took him back in, this time deep, in one stroke, to the hilt, just to hear him breathe like that.

“Like that, don’t stop, like that, suck it all,” he murmured. “Fuck, you do it so well.”

I had no intention of stopping. I only took him out long enough to answer.

“I’m going to suck you dry,” I told him in a rough voice, looking him in the eyes while I ran my tongue over the shiny head. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

And I buried my head again.

Now I meant business. Head going up and down at a steady pace, my hand assisting at the base, twisting slightly on each rise, the other hand stroking his balls, feeling them tight, drawn up, ready. I took his cock in and out of my mouth with real hunger, letting the saliva slip, smearing my chin, not caring how I looked. When a woman is kneeling and sucking like that, the last thing she thinks about is looking pretty. She’s thinking about the cum that’s coming.

***

“I’m going to cum,” he warned after a while, his voice breaking. “In your mouth?”

I answered him with my eyes and with a huge smile, without taking him out. No further answer was needed. I was delighted to agree, because I like it that way, all the way to the end, no half measures, with my mouth full of warm cum. I kept sucking while he started moving his hips to the rhythm his body was asking for, fucking my mouth slowly, less and less in control of himself.

I felt him coming before he did. His balls tightened against his body, his cock got even harder, thicker, throbbing between my lips. That slight salty taste beginning to appear, that first drop of thick pre-cum announcing what’s about to happen. Then I squeezed harder, sucked with more hunger, with real hunger to empty him completely, to milk him to the last drop. My hand and my mouth in unison, relentless, my tongue working under the head nonstop, while I felt the first spasm run through him from top to bottom.

And suddenly he gave in. His whole body surrendered at once, hips raised, one hand clamping down on the sheet until his knuckles turned white. He let out a guttural groan, almost a roar, and filled my mouth with the first jet. Thick, hot, with the force of the early hours of the day, slamming against my palate. And behind it came another, and another, and another, each one accompanied by a spasm that shook his whole body. I felt the cum gather on my tongue, warm, salty, with that very particular taste it has in the morning, more concentrated, stronger.

For a split second I hesitated between swallowing it or not, that instinct that always shows up, that silly gag reflex threatening to ruin everything. But I chose the usual. I closed my eyes, gathered all his cum on my tongue, and swallowed it all in one go, feeling it go down hot through my throat to my stomach. I swallowed every bit and kept sucking, gently now, milking the last drops from him, those that get trapped and come out slowly if you keep sucking patiently. Not a single one escaped. Until I stopped feeling him spill and he melted into a long breath.

I ran my tongue over the tip, cleaning off that little white thread left shining at the opening, and gave him a small kiss on the head before letting him go completely. Then I opened my mouth and showed him my empty tongue, so he could see I had left nothing behind, that everything had gone inside. It’s a silly gesture, but it drives him wild.

I love that after face. That stupid smile, pure pleasure, the look of a satisfied man who doesn’t even have the strength to speak. I looked at him from below, still with my head resting on his thigh, his cock slowly softening beside my cheek, enjoying my work.

“You’re going to kill me one of these days,” he said when he got his breath back.

“But what a delicious death, right?” I replied, laughing, running my tongue over the tip once more just to see him shiver.

***

Now comes the part almost nobody ever tells, the part they keep quiet to look decent. And since this is a confession and not a postcard, I’m telling it to you exactly as it is.

Right after swallowing cum, I almost always get a slight feeling of nausea. Something odd, as if the cum gets stuck in my throat and takes a moment to go all the way down. It isn’t completely unpleasant, but it’s there, and it would be dishonest to pretend everything is perfect and magazine-worthy. It isn’t. It’s real, with its little discomforts and all. And that salty taste that clings to your palate for a good while, reminding you of what you’ve just done.

And even so, if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that I’d do it again without thinking. Gladly, eagerly, tomorrow if you let me. Because what it gives me isn’t measured in those two uncomfortable seconds, but in everything before: the power, the surrender, having his hard cock in my mouth, the face he makes when he cums, the purr that slips out of him, the way he looks at me afterward as if I were the only woman in the world, the only one capable of emptying him like that.

Because that’s what almost nobody says out loud: what really hooks you isn’t just sucking him and swallowing it, but what happens around it. The trust to take it in your mouth without asking permission at seven in the morning. The freedom not to fake modesty at that hour. Knowing he’s going to receive it with open arms, with his cock ready and his smile in place. That’s worth more than any of the tricks you find in magazines.

I stayed like that a little longer, wrapped around his leg, my cheek resting on his warm thigh, while the sun finished climbing the wall. He stroked my hair in silence, still weak. I could feel his softened cock brushing my neck every time he breathed deeply. Outside, Friday was beginning for everyone else. Inside, we had the whole morning ahead of us, my pussy still wet and waiting for its turn, and no obligations to meet.

“Coffee?” I asked.

“In a bit,” he said, and pulled me gently upward to keep me close.

And there, with my head on his chest and the taste of his cum still in my mouth, I thought of you, of how one day I’d have to tell all this. So here I am, keeping my promise.

***

Before I go, one question, because I’m curious and because I like getting into the head of whoever reads me. Do you like seeing your woman take your cock all the way and then swallow every drop of cum without disgust or drama, with a smile and her tongue out to show you it’s empty? Or are you still one of those people who are surprised that a woman can like having hot semen in her mouth as much as she says?

Think about it. No need to answer me now.

And the best part of all this, the part that will really interest you, I still haven’t told you. What happened after that, when he got his strength back and returned the favor with his tongue buried deep in my pussy until I screamed, I’m saving for another story. For when I’ve got something stuck in my throat again and feel like confessing it.

See you soon.