The Venerable Cream Pie

There is something in the air when spring arrives. It’s in the smell of thawing dirt, the sight of green grass. Maybe it’s the earnest way that the birds chirp, or simply that the weather no longer requires me to wear four layers just to keep my extremities from freezing. I think it has to do with hope, the end of a hard winter season, and the promise of a hot, steamy summer. In any case, spring is definitely the season in which my fantasies turn toward breeding.

Not the sort of breeding that leads to actual offspring. The thought of having another baby is probably one of the few things that scares me more than death. No, I just mean the kind of sex where I thrust as deep and hard inside of you as I can and fill your pussy so full of baby batter that it runs back down my shaft (while we’re using reliable birth control). The kind of sex where I keep thrusting afterward for as long as I possibly can. Sex driven some biological instinct to pound my cum into you as deep as possible. It’s as if there is some instinct to breed you harder that’s engraved in the reptilian portion of my brain. Like I can force my cum deeper inside if I keep thrusting into you.

Spring is the time, I think, for raw, animal, fucking. When I think of springtime sex the images that come to mind all involve pinning you against a tree or a rock. Maybe we’re just fucking in the grass in some wild glen. The flowers are blooming all around and insects are buzzing by. They involve the feeling of rough bark against skin as I pull myself against you for leverage.

They involve your hair tangled in my fist and your claws in my back. Not for show, or even for the purpose of leaving a mark, just for the desperate need of a handhold. There is no subtlety to these fantasies. No edging, no careful teasing, no lengthy and artful foreplay. Your clothes will be torn and discarded. And always, always, always, they end with me coming deep, DEEP inside of you because that is what the animal inside of me always wants to do.

So, there is no better time of year, I think, to celebrate the creampie, and explore just exactly why this type of money shot turns us on so much. By us, I mean me, I guess, since I really don’t know whether you, dear reader, share my interests. Still, I’d venture I’m not the only one who enjoys this particular genre of porn. It is a fairly well-established genre after all.

I’ve always found it interesting that this particular facet of my cum fetish so specific to still images. There is really not much that is hotter to me than the image of a pussy filled to overflowing with spunk. Yet, show me a video of it, and my reaction will fall somewhere between mild interest and ick.

I think it mostly comes down to the forced intention of making the cum leak out at the end. Most still images already have the guy goo proudly on display, saturated and dripping out of her freshly fucked cunt. In contrast, the video usually involves a lot of great fucking beforehand, followed by her reaching inside to pull the spunk out. I’m not quite sure why that’s such a turn off for me. What I’d like is just to see them fall exhausted onto the bed, tangled up in sweaty limbs. Then, later, the camera could zoom in on the glorious mess leaking out of her. That would be hot.

I think I also want to see her completely filled up. It’ great when it comes pouring back out all on its own. A good volume of cum in that creampie definitely improves the shot. I’m aware that’s just not how it usually ends up, but I guess fantasies don’t necessarily have to reflect reality. They do have to be a little realistic though, for me to enjoy it. When there is too much volume it becomes way too obvious that it’s faked.

Mostly though, the reason I enjoy creampie porn comes down to the fact that seeing her filled to overflowing with thick, hot, seed, makes me think about how it feels to come inside of you. Orgasms are great for all sorts of reasons, reasons that I hope to get to in a whole different post. Yet, there is something extra special about unleashing my orgasm deep inside of you. It just fulfills an animal instinct that’s engrained in my biology. I always feel extra satiated after I come inside my partner. It’s like my brain is rewarding me fulfilling my biological imperative with an extra dose of happy hormones. Just contemplating it makes me throb.

I often wonder though, just what does it feel like to be on the receiving end of all that cum. How does it feel to have a penis owner blow their load deep, DEEP, inside of your pussy?