Sudden Eggnog Kink: Real Kink or Just a Momentary Thing?

So, I really need your feedback on my sudden eggnog kink.

I don’t even know if it’s normal to have a sudden eggnog kink or if it’s just a one-time thing for me.

Or maybe I don’t even have one at all. I mean, I’m going to lay down the situation for you so that you can judge. Maybe I’m just up in my head about this.

So, please picture this scene. I have been thoroughly fucked, and I’m standing in just my g-string with my FWB. He gives me a grin as he opens his cabinet and pulls out two empty glasses. I’m not horny now, having his cum practically dripping down my thighs.

And then he reaches into his fridge and pulls out the one thing needed for a sudden eggnog kink: eggnog. I don’t think anything of it as he pours the eggnog into the first glass on the counter.

“Thanks for breakfast,” I tell him, giving him a smile. I reach up to pet his pecks, taking in his well-toned, hairy chest. He turns to give me the full view of his hairy chest, one glass in his toned hand, and the other holding up the carton of eggnog. Not unlike a show at a hibachi grill, he made a show of pouring the thick, creamy liquid into that tiny glass.

And that’s when the sudden eggnog kink hit me.

I don’t know if it was the sight of him or the thick liquid being poured into a tight little opening. Suddenly, my face and chest went flush as I thought about something similar inside me. Maybe it was that my FWB poured the eggnog. Maybe it was the consistency.

Either way, I pulled him into a filthy kiss as I thought about that cool liquid on my skin. Of course, he didn’t pick up on my sudden eggnog kink until after I finished making out with him. “One sec before round two,” he stated and began to drink.

I pulled the glass from him and took a drink myself, swirling it around in my mouth before giving him a filthy kiss.

We didn’t even make it to his bed.

In fact, I just pushed him to the ground right then and there. I slid my hips over his and we sank down to the ground together, the eggnog spilling over both of us. I continued to kiss him while I straddled his hips, but then a better idea hit me. After all, why waste the eggnog, right? Maybe he wanted a blowjob with a twist?

So I kissed my way down his torso, cleaning up our spilled drink. My pussy gushed at my sudden eggnog kink. And when I got to his cock, it was time for his intimate skilled blowjob.

(For those wondering, the eggnog did nothing for him, but he really liked my enthusiasm. I gave him a ride as a thank you afterward).

So, what’s your verdict on my sudden eggnog kink?

A real kink, or just a flash-in-the-pan situation? Call me and let me know!

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