Saliva is a powerful weapon

While I've always enjoyed the use of spit during sex, it's become more powerful weapon to potentially be used against me in recent years. There's something dirty and sexual about spitting on someone. It's insulting, it's degrading, and it makes me wet just thinking about it.

The lengths I will go to in order to have someone spit on me--properly, mind you--were really brought to my attention several months ago during a one-time encounter with a new friend. We had started the evening by casually watching movies before a bottle of Jim Beam was brought out. I know plenty of women who think they do things they wouldn't otherwise do when they've been drinking alcohol. In my case it makes me finally quit being so shy and do the filthy things I fantasize about without experiencing shame (during or after the fact).

As we drank more the conversation drifted from mere sexual innuendo to bluntly sexual. As we discussed my interest in being dominated, we discussed the acts that a man could take to make me feel like he was truly in control of the situation.

"What really does it for you though? I mean what's guaranteed to make you feel like you have no control over the situation?"

"I don't want to feel like I have a choice."

From what I can remember, the alcohol was kicking in by this point. I went from sitting upright next to him to having him sitting on my chest, practically chewing off my bottom lip while he held me by the throat. I should've been afraid, but I wasn't. This is what I had been asking him to do in a roundabout way all evening; get what he wanted by forcing me into it.

He snapped me out of this contemplative state by grabbing me roughly by the face.

"Open your fucking mouth, slut." He'd gone from zero to sixty in the dirty talk department. This is always a sign that a male is about to assert his dominance. I couldn't wait to see what had in mind--you know what's coming don't you?

He spit in my mouth with force. It wasn't a slow dribble that passed from his mouth into mine, the connected kind of spit that stays all together. This was a brutal, insulting sort of spit. Of course, once that started I knew whatever he asked would probably happen.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with the secret to my sexual undoing: spit in my mouth like you mean it. Spit like you think I am the dirtiest whore you've ever laid eyes on; the more you play it off as a true insult, the more likely you are to see what exactly I am capable of. After all, I do have salivary glands of my own you can put to good use once you've played your cards right.