Lately, I’ve been having some intense conversations with my boyfriend about libertine clubs. Not about partner swapping or open spaces, those don’t appeal to me, but specifically about gloryholes. I’m the one who brought it up, and I even asked him if he’d come with me. He agreed, not because it’s his fantasy, but because he understands how much it intrigues me...

For anyone who knows me, they know this obsession isn’t a surprise. My thing, my true passion, is swallowing cum. It’s where I excel, where I feel most submissive. Taking it all, savoring the taste, the texture, the warmth, it’s my ultimate pleasure. A gloryhole feels like the perfect stage for that, a chance to indulge in exactly what excites me most.

It’s also the thing that has made men addicted to me. Every man I’ve been with has fallen for the way I take it, how I savor every drop, and the way I give myself completely in those moments. It’s not just an act, it’s a skill, one I take pride in, and it’s what keeps them coming back for more..

What fascinates me the most in gloryholes is the idea of being completely overwhelmed, not just by the act, but by the sheer quantity of cum. Different tastes, different textures, one load after another. The idea of being flooded, of being thoroughly soiled, makes me shiver with excitement. There’s something so raw, so primal about it that makes me want to surrender completely. The thought of being used and losing myself in the moment, letting go of all control, drives me absolutely crazy.

But what makes it even more exciting is the idea of my boyfriend being there with me. Knowing he’d see it, knowing he’d watch me give in to this fantasy, turns me on even more.. That kind of connection, that vulnerability, makes it even more electrifying.

At the same time, I’m hesitant. Would I really have the nerve to step into that space and give myself over to the fantasy? The thrill is undeniable, but so is the intimidation. For now, it’s just something we talk about, a fantasy I let play out in my mind. But the idea of being on the other side of that wall, fulfilling what I know I’m best at, and abandoning myself completely while he watches, is becoming harder and harder to resist. Just imagining it leaves me trembling with excitement...