I’m obsessed, at the moment, with cum. Massive quantities of it. The sensation of it on my skin and the pulsing twitch of someone’s dick as they dump a huge load of cum deep inside me. When we’re fucking these days, I can’t resist begging for it: I want your cum; fill me with cum; give me your cum; please, cum.
And I’ve given up on ‘come’: I’ve lost that battle. From now on I’ll spell it ‘cum.’ C U M. The way men used to spell it on chat forums when I first tried my hand at flirting. The way people spell it in the comments on porn sites, and scrawl it on toilet doors.
Please spray a huge load of your cum deep inside me.
It sounds so good and it feels so good and it’s all I can think of right now: cum. Powerful squirts of it, dumped inside me as I clench my cunt around you. I want all of your cum. I want to see it, feel it, smell it. That scent of post-fuck success which drips down my legs in the afterglow.
The word itself is evidence that I have given up. I write this stuff for a living and so far I’ve resisted the shorthand: cum. ‘Cum’ to refer specifically to ‘the substance.’ The actual stuff.
That proof of your shuddering orgasm, which now needs to be wiped off the sofa.
I spit the word out eagerly, while you’re pressed between my legs, with my hands gripping the meat of your arse and pulling you deeper into me: cum.
And while we’re fucking, in my mind it’s still spelled ‘come’, the way I like it. But when I translate this to the page, I have to smear it into the ugly mess that is ‘cum.’ I can’t help it: it’s SEO. That’s what people search for: cum. And if I spell it ‘come’ they will never find my filth.
Jizz, spaff, spunk: each has its own merits. But few things can be begged for in quite the same way as ‘cum.’
As in ‘dump your fucking cum in me’ or ‘I want to feel your cum squirt deep inside my cunt.’
I hereby give up on my commitment to the word ‘come’: the rest of the world has won. Language is an evolving thing, and I can no longer play Canute – trying to hold back the tide of ‘cum’ as it crashes over me in huge, white waves. The most popular guest blog on my site is about a cum fetish. It’s astonishingly hot. And astonishingly popular.
It’s popular because when people search – when they’re horny and searching for hot stuff – they very very rarely write it ‘come.’ I’ll embrace the word, because the world has embraced the word. If I want to speak to people who love jizz as much as I do, I can no longer call it by that four-letter word. So I’m stocking my vocabulary with an ingredient I don’t much like, in the hope that my recipes get in front of more people.
I’m adding ‘cum’ to the cupboard.
And I hate the word ‘cum’ almost as much as I love the substance. The way the globs of viscous liquid splatter my stomach and tits, the sputtering throb of his cock shoving the next load of cum inside me, and above all the speed with which he delivers it when I beg him…
“Give me your cum.”