The first time I got a facial, it was like a scene straight out of a weird and wild dream. I had seen it in the movies, but never did I think I'd be the one covered in the thick, white glory. My partner and I were feeling adventurous and I finally mustered up the courage to ask him to try it.

As he positioned himself above me, I couldn't help but feel a tad nervous. But as soon as he started to stroke himself, all of my nerves dissipated. I was captivated by the sight of him pleasuring himself like a wizard casting a spell and I could feel my own excitement rising. The anticipation of the moment when he would unleash the white magic was almost too much to bear.

I couldn't take my eyes off him as he stroked himself harder and faster. I could see the veins in his wand bulging, and I could feel the tension building inside me. I could feel my own arousal growing as I watched him getting closer and closer to the grand finale.

Finally, he let out a moan, and I could feel the first warm drops of cum hit my face. The sensation was indescribable, like a wave of pleasure washing over me. The sensation of the warm semen sliding down my cheeks and into my hair was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I could feel his love juice mixing with my own sweat as it dripped down my chin and onto my chest.

That experience was the first of many. I started to crave the feeling of cum on my face, and I would often ask my partners to finish on my face. It became a new fetish for me, and I loved the feeling of being completely covered in cum like a sticky, white blanket.

I've come to realize that my love for facials is just one aspect of my sexuality. I've learned to embrace it and not be ashamed of it. I've come to understand that everyone has their own desires and fetishes, and that's what makes us human. And I will always be grateful for that first facial, for opening up a new world of strange and sensual sensations.