He got up somewhat abruptly, excusing himself to go to the restroom. As I sat waiting across from an empty chair, I wondered if he was actually coming back. Was I, in fact in the middle of the worst date ever? Things seem to be going well, but as the minutes gone stacked, I suspected he’d just left.

He returned, just as I motioned to the waiter. Placing a small shot glass on the table between us, he said nothing and proceeded with his meal. Not to be presumptuous, but it appeared to be a literal cumshot. As a shot glass of cum sat on the table, creamy and white with traces of cum up the walls of the glass from where his load made contact as be shot it out. He went on to explain that his ideal partner was a cumslut. One willing and eager to swallow his loads all the time.

Shocked by audacity and impressed by his boldness, I didn’t know how best to respond. Surely a man I just met did not think I would swallow his cum out of a shot glass? But I did want to. I missed cum. The texture on my tongue, the creamy consistency coating my mouth, and of course big loads that I could gargle.

I thought long and hard about the shot glass before me. Seeing I was unable to truly commit. He reached for the glass, seemingly to remove the entire idea from our date. But instead, he poured it on my food. It dripped out and glazed my food looking delicious, and on par with the any premium glaze on the menu. On the one hand very visible, yet blending in with the sauces completing the presentation.

Realizing that I had met my match. I lifted my fork and proceeded to eat my food covered in cum.