Now let me start honestly – facials aren’t your everyday thing. If you’re letting a guy give you a facial, you either, a) REALLY want to impress him, or b) your inner slut is strong on that day. I think on this occasion, option B was wanting to say hello.

Like many reading, I went through a brief ‘app’ phase. The type where you’re scrolling / window shopping, whatever. Anyway, we all know it’s fun and sometimes it’s easy to get into a boring cycle. Therefore, I thought, screw it. Have some fun and be ‘out there’.

I liked a guy’s profile. We matched shortly after. He was ruggedly handsome and had a limited profile, although it said he was an artist. I liked the look of him, wanted sex, and had no plans that evening.

After a few back-and-forth messages, I asked what his favourite piece of artwork he’d completed was. He sent me a picture. I then tried to scratch beneath the surface and ask if he did commissioned work.

I had to push the boundaries, so suggestively said, “I wonder how it’d feel for a guy to paint you… Naked.”

Things intensified. Before I knew it, I was literally wet, messaging him non-stop. I’d paused what I was doing. Fuck it, I went further. I said, “I’d love for you to paint me, but up close.”

Yeah, confusion hit.

“Paint my face? I haven’t had it painted before. I’m curious. How messy does it get?”

It was on.

We arranged to see each other. It was like 9pm, and a quick drink was on the menu, and dinner had passed. Hitting it off from the start, halfway through the first drink, I was invited to his. Clothes came off, he took a moment to sit back and joked he could actually draw me nude.

Making me incredibly wet, he gave me an orgasm with his fingers. Usually, I’ll let a guy progress, but his fingers were THAT good. I’d apparently unlocked a confident side of him (yay, love that, we all deserve it). He had this perfectly shaped 6” cock. Like, if you could design a cock, it’d be that.

I’d overlooked that we had no condom. I sensed he didn’t want to have sex without one, and didn’t say he had one, so we held off. I desperately wanted to pleasure him, AND, had to follow through on my slutty intentions of a facial.

I started to suck his cock, swirling my tongue around the back of his head as I laid on my side. He held my hair, occasionally squeezing my ass from the side, which he loved. Dirty talk moaning made me ever so horny, wishing we could fuck.

It took me a few minutes, and the beloved end-goal of, “so close” left his lips.

I turned around and laid on my stomach… A light flickering of the tongue and I aimed it towards my face. It’s funny, as no matter how experienced you are with facials, it’s hard NOT to flinch. I try to silence the inner voices, “it’s just cum.”

Ropes of cum painted my forehead, nose and cheeks. It dripped down to my chin. There was a LOT of cum. His orgasm lasted forever. Like, this guy was a BIG cummer. I tasted him, licking my upper lip, as he said I, “looked as pretty as a picture.”

I kissed his cock a few times, looking into his eyes. I winked, feeling sexy, and then laughed and panicked with needing to clean up asap. Nude, I ran to his bathroom. We came back, cuddled, and he went down on me.

There’s amusingly slutty moments that ‘click’ – just like looking at yourself in a guy’s mirror after only knowing him several hours.