Video: The Art of Sniffing Cum

Some videos feel old and outdated to us so we remove them. Unfortunately, this video has been taken down.  However, the screenshot and the story of the video is below:

During my 31 Days of Cum Shots (January 2013), I found myself tagging @DRTYFUKNBASTARD because, as his name implies, he’s one dirty fucking bastard, and probably one of a few folks who can understand my fetish of catching and eating  cum shots.  During one of the last few days of our photos, Bastard sent us a  picture of several girls around a glass tray simulating a cocaine sniffing party, except sniffing cum.  Our minds started spinning.  Ryan didn’t say it, but his eyes asked if I wanted to sniff his cum.  I admit to being hesitant at first.  What the fuck…how am I going to pull that off?  I imagined it would be like doing a frontward somersault in a pool where the water would burn your sinuses before eventually draining.  Could I do it?  I honestly think I couldn’t.

I looked at Ryan, my eyes said, “Bring it bitch.”

As a practice run, I tried to sniff a little bit of water on a hand mirror.  The water kept sliding down to the edge and out of my nose’s range.  Ryan then suggested we use something other than a mirror to which I responded, “The whole idea of sniffing coke would be pointless if we don’t have a mirror.  Too bad we don’t have a straw, then it would really look official.”  I remembered I had a sweet tea with my lunch a few hours earlier so I took the straw and cut a 3” piece off.  I added more water to the mirror and again tried to sniff the water through my nose.  It worked, and this time it burned like a mother.  If this was how it felt now, I was really afraid I wouldn’t be able to do it.  I thought I would gag or have a coughing fit, and end up ruining the shoot entirely.  If that happened, I knew I’d want to do it again.  I am soldier and no amount of cum is going to make me back down.

After we set up the cameras and the lights, we got into place and I held the mirror under his dick.  He began to fondle himself as I tugged lightly on his hanging balls.  I told him repeatedly that I wanted him to shoot that hot load onto the mirror and that I was ready to lick every drop off that cold reflective glass.  He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head back, enjoying how I was now stroking his growing penis.  I put the mirror down and grabbed his ass with both hands as he pulled my head down to his crotch, my lips against his balls until I ran out of breath.  His cock was now shiny with my spit.  He started jacking his own dick as I kept telling him I was hungry for his juices.  Soon he told me to get the mirror ready.  He carefully controlled his juicy cargo into the shape of Mickey Mouse.  I reached for my straw and inserted it into my right nostril.  I plugged the left one and inhaled a long, deep sniff.  It wasn’t a burning sensation like I expected.  It went up through my nasal passage very smoothly as if my nose was runny and I was sniffing it back in. As soon as the first drop slid back smoothly, I knew I could easily finish!  I cleaned off the mirror, sniffing every drop down and making a slurping sound, the kind you hear when you get to the bottom of your soda can.  I licked off both sides of my straw and cleaned the mirror surface.

The perfect finish?  Using the muscles in the back of my mouth to work the cum to the back of my throat to finally regurgitate and display the sticky mess on my tongue, then swallow it back down for the camera.

I understand that some people my never get this or any of my other dirty little fetishes, but I do things to the extreme to show my love for Ryan.  I LOVE his cum and I’d do anything to show my dedication to him.

Project 31: Days of Swallowing Cum Complete

‘Project 31’  started with our Christmas photos, which was actually ‘Project 25’, as we shot a photo every day of December prior to Christmas.   Some were silly, some were dumb, some were scary, but most were sexy as hell.  During that 25 day period our brains circled on other ideas for month long photo shoots.   It isn’t something I’ve seen done in other blogs (although I am sure it has been), so it feels original, fun, and keeps us updating daily.  Our next Project 31 will be growing out Nessa’s bush on camera.  Yes, she is Asian and has noticed all the internet porn sites filled with little Asian women and their little but extremely hairy vaginas.   I don’t think I have seen her with a hairy vagina except when we first met, she was young and still proud of her shapely bush.  I was already trimmed, so it didn’t take long for her to follow my lead.  She didn’t trim it, she got rid of it all.  And after her first shave, she never let it come back.  The beginning of the “even landing strips is too much hair,  get rid of it all” era.   There have been times where she may have had a slight trim, but the full Asian bush, she hasn’t had since her puberty growth.   That will also not technically be a Project 31, as we are planning to take a photo each Friday until we feel her growth is absolutely complete.   We will then possibly do a full photo shoot of her spread eagle with nothing showing, because her hair covers up everything, hah.  That’s the plan, but it may not work out that way.

However, that is way off topic.  Originally we planned to have Nessa write THIS blog the last day of the month.  I think our intention was to see if her feelings towards a cum shot had changed or if she liked to swallow more.   It was a dumb plan because she never really had issues with swallowing to begin with, especially prior to this Project 31.  For the last year, Nessa has made leaps and bounds with her attitude towards sex, swallowing, and trying new things.   She has gotten upset with me for even suggesting she doesn’t like the taste of my cum.  It actually offends her that I say that.  With that being said, I guess Project 31 taught ME something.   I shouldn’t feel bad for wanting to see my woman swallow me or enjoy my cum.  I admit, as a teenager I remember thinking that a woman shouldn’t have to swallow a guy, because her mouth isn’t equivalent to the paper towels or toilet paper I would clean up my sperm each night with.  Just because I meet a girl that is willing to do anything to please me, all of the sudden my sperm, which I had been dumping in the toilet for years, was something worthy of being swallowed and enjoyed?  I didn’t think so.  That was the beta-male in me.  The nice boy.  I have changed just as much as Nessa has changed.

There were times the bad boy would come out in me, the alpha-male, and I would ask her to  swallow me as some sort of guilty pleasure.  I was still little boy minded and felt bad about my own desires.  I felt bad that I wanted to see her do things I once considered dirty and  selfish.  I remember fucking Nessa roughly,  punishing her with my my body and talk..  I’d look down on her and tell her I am going to pull out and cum all over her face and in her mouth.  She would look up at me and moan that she couldn’t wait.   As I reached my orgasm I would pull out, and nicely aim for only her mouth.  Then, after my orgasm was complete, the animal inside me would quickly die off and I’d feel totally bad for Nessa below me, mouth full of cum.  I’d nicely get off her and say, “You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want.”   She would then get up and spit it out in the sink.  Although she would swallow everytime I asked, the guilty pleasure was more guilt.  My desire to see her swallow me wasn’t worth this idea that she hated me for asking her to do it.

Although I am not the only one to blame for this behavior, Nessa herself was still dealing with her own demons and reservations.  She didn’t have to spit it out, so when she did,  she herself showed me she would have rather spit it out than swallow.  She also started to hold the cum longer after our sessions, which I took as her waiting for me to let her know she didn’t have to swallow.  These actions  only confirmed my guilt and made both of us even more reserved.

This has changed with day 31.  For Nessa it seemed to change last year when she made this huge transation and became a what I consider a whole new woman.  Truthfully, I feel she transitioned from a young reserved girl caught up in an ego tug-a-war , to a confident woman who took back her identity by opening her mind and being the one in our relationship that is more receptive to new ideas.  Not only that, she embraced everything sexual and turned it into positive thing in her life, rather than negative.  The negative-to-positive transition can fix anything in my opinion.  Now, this new woman needs a real man.   I realize after Project 31 Days of Swallowing Cum, that I do not have to feel guilty for wanting to see my woman enjoy me.  I realize as a teenager I was wrong as hell.  I left my semen on paper towels because I didn’t have someone in my life worth sharing myself with.  My semen is an extension of me, and without my soulmate, there was no other place for it.  My cum wasn’t bad because I had to get rid of it, I had no other choice.  An orgasm is a special thing, and to be able to share it with someone makes it even more special. I have never been squimish or grossed out by my own cum, and if Nessa wanted to kiss with my cum in her mouth, I would without hesistation, always.   The nice boy in me had his own reservations, but the man in me, who is still a nice guy, has put those behind him.  It’s not wrong to want to be wanted by a woman.  It’s not wrong to want to see her enjoy my body and fluids.   At this point in our relationship, I can’t even believe I ever asked her to spit me out.  I didn’t want to, but I felt bad.  I know better now.   Besides being a beta-male and passive on that certain issue, I was confused. Nessa spitting out my cum would be like me going down on her and asking for a spit cup to spit in between licks, because I don’t want her in my mouth or body either.  That would be ridiculous.

Anyway, hopefully the blog readers enjoyed this Project 31:  Days of Swallowing Cum.  I will add the photo gallery to this post as well and unsticky the original.

PS:  I got caught up in my own thoughts and  I forgot to mention how glad I am this 31 days is over.  Truthfully, I didn’t enjoy grabbing the camera to take photos mid orgasm.   Usually I will hold my orgasm for 10 seconds before letting it all go and enjoying what follows.  I am also multi-orgasmic (like a woman, I can achieve multiple full orgasms without any breaks).  With the camera involved, I feel maybe 2 seconds of the cum feeling, stop whatever I am doing and grab my camera, pinch the tip of my penis, and focus the picture.  I then squeeze my dick (now already softening) and almost “pretend” to cum all over Nessa for the camera.   The orgasm feeling itself was ruined because I never got to hold the intense feeling in as long as I could,  until it exploded on it’s own.     The cum itself is ruined because the longer you hold in the orgasm, the more fluid seems to come out when you do release.   The multi-orgasm is ruined because I am taking pictures and thinking about the quality of the shots.  This was 90% of the month for me.  Although I love Nessa and appreciate what she did this month (she basically kept this Project 31 alive, because I remember being dead serious and suggesting we stop on day 9), I am glad it’s over.   I added thsi last part just to be totally open and honest in the blog, but even the worse 31 days with Nessa, is something I’d prefer than the best 31 days with any other woman… and I mean that.

Q&A: Is My Penis Size Too Small For Her and Does Size Matter?

 

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Heath from New York 

Hello Nessa and Ryan, I have been following your blog for a while.  I absolutely love watching your deepthroat videos, but that is partially my question I guess.  I noticed in an old article Nessa wrote that she mentioned some women are not deepthroating if their men are not long enough to reach the back of their throat.  I also noticed that Nessa seems to be happy about the fact she “really” deepthroats.   Not that there is anything wrong with that, but let’s say Ryan wasn’t that big, would you still be just as satisfied with him or yourself?

I didn’t write you guys for that though, I just figured it would be a good way to bring up my situation.  

My fiancee has admitted to me  that she has had a few boyfriends before me that were “probably” larger than me.  She also was previously married to a man for over 5 years that she said was so huge she didn’t enjoy sex unless he took his time.   I never got the exact details on any of their sizes, but it was obvious with the way she acted that they were much larger than me.  Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t just volunteer this information to hurt me, I kind of pushed the issue and was determined to find out more about the woman I love and want to marry.  I always asked her, “Does size matter?” and she would respond with, “Absolutely not.”   Now, with this new information, I am just unsure I satisfy her.  I talked with her about this and she said that I am perfect for her.  However, last year, before I knew all this,  she bought me some ExtenZe pills.   She said she saw a commercial and thought it would be fun to try.  Wtf?   She then later said it was just a gag gift, fucking with me.  She has never openly said anything to my face about my size, and when I ask, she always says I am perfect.   Why else would you buy your boyfriend a some damn ExtenZe though?   She wants me to have a better golf stroke?

Also, another thing I remember, before we were very serious, I was walking through walmart with her and we stopped in the condom section.   I picked up the magnum XL box and she giggled and said, “Are we going to make water balloons?”   I looked at her and said, “No, I was wondering what this brand felt like.”   She laughed and said, “Loose!” then nudged me in the arm like I understood the joke.   That really hurt my feelings but I am unsure exactly what she meant. 

I always considered myself average size.  I didn’t grow up with a bunch of guys and compare dicks or anything.   I had a pretty hard life, me and my sister kind of had to survive on our own.  No father figure, no real time to sit and worry about dick sizes.   Now that I finally met someone I really care about, I didn’t realize that dick size would end up meaning so much.   Do all girls care about dick sizes?   Even though my girl says I am perfect,  I feel like deep down inside she wants more.  Is this common for guys to feel?   Do women always compare their history of dicks with their current man’s size, but never really admit it?   

Nessa’s response:

 Thank you for your question and for taking the time to watch our videos.  I feel deepthroating is an art, one that many women claim they can do, one that many men claim their women can do, and is something that I hold dear to me because I worship my man’s dick.  To answer your first question, if Ryan wasn’t as big [as he is compared to himself], would I still be just as satisfied.  Yes, I would still be happy if I knew I could deepthroat a longer dick but Ryan wasn’t big enough to really deepthroat. The act itself is gratifying, knowing I can satisfy my man, knowing he is satisfied by what I do for him.  Whether or not the penis goes down your throat, to shove your face as far as you can, is still cock worshipping.   Plus, if Ryan wasn’t the size he was, I wouldn’t have ever learned to slide a dick down my throat then, because he has the only dick I ever cared about satisfying in that way.   I wouldn’t have known any different, just like I don’t know different now.  A bigger or smaller man out there means nothing to me.

I can understand your frustration at your girlfriend buying ExTenze.  It’s like putting diet pills in a woman’s purse because you want her to be as thin as your lingerie-modeling ex.  You will see it as a negative thing at first; you might think she is comparing you to her exes.  But at least she’s not running back to them for the dick.  She wants to experience it with you, to give you what she knows her ex has, but does not want the PERSON.
 
About the condom incident, that was just rude.  Your girlfriend should never make you feel uncomfortable with body issues you have little to no control over, especially because she made it obvious that she has had bigger.  No, all girls do not care about dick sizes.  I have absolutely no desire for another dick, smaller, bigger, wider…whatever.  I love my man’s dick, but love the person who it’s attached to even more.  But the way your girlfriend jokes about it makes her sound insensitive to your feelings.  Pick a part of her body that she doesn’t like and make a joke about it.  I guarantee you’ll be in the doghouse for a week.  But that is partially where the problem lies, if she has no clue that it hurts your feelings, why haven’t you told her?  Your jealous and insecurities will tear your apart if, especially if she can be a part of the solution.

Ryan’s response:

 Is it common for guys to feel this way?  Yes.  Is it dumb to waste your time feeling that way?  Yes.  Big, small, skinny, fat, you have what you have.  You can sit there all day like a grown version of Pinocchio and wish to be a real man until a fairy comes along and grants your wish and gives you a huge cock, or you can go out and act like a real man because that’s what you are, regardless of where you stand on a dick size chart. 

In my opinion you seem to care more about your dick size than her.  Her joke, although stupid and insensitive, shows she probably doesn’t give two fucks about dick size.   She wouldn’t have made the joke if her life evolved around the idea of dick size is important.  She divorced a guy with a huge dick, because he was probably a huge dick.  She left all her hung  ex-boyfriends you seem so concerned about, and then ended up agreeing to marry you.   Obviously these big dicks aren’t that great.   If she cared so much about size, why didn’t she stay with her last husband?   Maybe instead of asking her how long his dick was, you should have asked how long he treated her with respect.   You asked her the sizes of her ex-boyfriends and you got your answer.   You want to be her biggest man?   Then be the man that makes her happy the longest.  Show her you have the biggest heart.  And also, show her  confidence.  Why be this great guy she decided to marry and end up being a half man-boy because you feel insecure about your penis size?   Why give so much weight to these assholes in her past because they were born with a longer piece of meat that hangs between their legs.  Forget her ex’s and forget their dicks.  She probably already would have if you didn’t ask her about it.

And if you think she still compares dicks in her mind each time she sees your penis, then go ahead and ask her which dick meant/means the most to her.  Ask her which dick made/makes her the most happy.   Ask her which dick matters?  If she doesn’t answer all those questions with, “YOU YOU YOU” immediately, then you chose the wrong girl to get engaged with. 

Does size matter?  Yes, to ex girlfriends, women who write blogs and need to entertain their following by naming their ex’s by their penis description (very common — also falls under ex girlfriends), and by women who you’ve dumped for being shallow.  Oh, that is also ex girlfriends.  When in love, and I mean truly in love, a real woman adores her man in every way…. penis size included.   

My Nipple Piercings: The Healing Experience

It’s been about two months since I got both my nipples pierced.  I had a few concerns before I got them done because I’ve had serious problems with piercings before.  But I knew that I could take them out if that same problem occurred again.  Then I worried that I would lose sensitivity in my nipples whether I healed properly or not.  But the deciding factors that led me to piercing them in the first place was that the piercings represented my sexual awakening, the freakiness that had been lying dormant in me, and the new way of life I was ready to lead with Ryan.  Not to mention they looked good in pictures.

The aftercare instructions included three daily salt cleanings followed by each nipple being submerged in the salt water for a minimum of 30 seconds.  Being the paranoid person I am, I soaked for five minutes minimum.  I watched closely for pus, drainage, crust, or any signs of infection with a fever being the worst.  For the first month, if I went a day without cleaning, a little bit of crust would form.  I panicked; that was something all too familiar to me.  But even now, I still do the salt rinses and soaks, although only twice, sometimes even once, a day.  My fear of infection has decreased, even though my piercer said I may not be fully healed for up to one year.

For the first week, I wouldn’t let Ryan anywhere near them: no touching, no licking, no breathing on it even.  Then one night, obviously during my hypersensitive stage, he brushed his fingers on my nipples and instantly a shot raced through my body.  They were so sensitive!  Ryan let his fingertips massage the very tip of my nipple and that was all the stimulation I needed.  I was so relieved when I realized that my nipples didn’t lose their sensitivity.  He didn’t pinch and twist my nipples like he normally did, but he didn’t have to.  That night my orgasm was so intense!  I knew from that point on that my piercings weren’t going to give me any trouble when it came to cumming.  I heard that pierced nipples were much more sensitive.  But since I had them both pierced and healed at the same time, I can’t remember what they felt like during sex before they were pierced.  During my healing stage, they were definitely sensitive, but as soon as I got past this stage, the ultrasensitivity receded.

Even though I didn’t have any problems with orgasms, sensitivity, or infection, I did discover some cons along the way.  Sometimes my bra would shift during the day and my piercings would get caught in the cup.  My hair is always getting caught on one end of the piercings, pulling one side up higher.  If this happened and there was a little bit of crust, it would get pulled inside my nipple.  In my opinion, the worst of it all was fucking on my stomach.  Once I was on all fours with my hands tied behind my back and Ryan was fucking me from behind.  I had no way to stabilize myself so my nipples were getting dragged and tangled in the carpet fibers.

Since I healed better than expected, I feel certain that I may be able to get piercings in other places.  Eyebrow, cartilage…or even my clit.

Fan Mail: Married 36 Years and Still Have A Great Sex Life

I would just like to say I came upon your site at Xhamster.com, and I really liked your videos, so I joined your blog. I think Nessa is very sexy looking, and my wife loves  Ryan’s cock says it looks great. Just want to say “I need to see more videos from the both of you”. You now have a new follower.

P.S.
I love your thinking for the way u want to live your lives and marriage, we have been married for 36 yrs & still have a great sex life ( my wife finally tried anal sex for the first time five (5) years ago and loved it) trying new things really works to keep things going.

Love You both,

John

Thanks John, I am glad you enjoy the different blogs and videos we have created.   Ryan and I can only hope to one day say we have been married for 36 years.  Your an inspiration.