Words by Rain DeGrey

It came out of nowhere, my cum fetish. After a lifetime spent dodging cum and carefully avoiding that dangerous baby-making batter, I suddenly became obsessed with it. It turns out that it wasn't that I didn't like cum and all the risks associated with it, I just hadn't met the right person yet.

My boyfriend was the right person. His DNA called out to me. I loved it. Couldn't get enough. I wanted to marinate in it. I loved his cum so much I became obsessed with it. I even... well... Don't judge me ok??! I even had him put some of his cum into a vial and glue it shut so that I could carry it around with me like a good luck charm.

Having a vial of his essence on me was as comforting as a big hug or a warm blanket. I carried the vial everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. It fit perfectly in my hand. I liked it so much that I even took it with me when I flew out to visit my in laws for Christmas. I hate traveling and social situations and secretly carrying a small part of my boyfriend hidden in my hand made the week spent with my in-laws much more bearable.

After a week of carrying around a vial of hidden cum, I got careless. I had fondled it at restaurants, taken it to the movies, it had sat with me through multiple dinners with relatives on my husband's side that I had never met before. I had stopped respecting the power of the cum.

Which is how I found myself in the awkward situation on Christmas day of missing my cum after washing my hands in my in-laws' bathroom. A few minutes after exiting the bathroom I suddenly realized to my horror that my vial was missing. In a panic I rushed back to the bathroom, frantically scanning the counter, the floor, lifting up the throw rug. Nothing. There was no cum to be had. Had my in-laws found it? Did they think it was drugs? Did the dog get it? My 3 year old nephew? Was he choking to death on a vial of three-week-old rancid cum in that very moment?? I could not find it and my options were rapidly dwindling. It was time for some damage control.

With great trepidation I approached my brother-in-law, trying to keep my face as light hearted and pleasant as possible.

"So, um, hey, I just used the bathroom and I realized that I left something in there... did you happen to pick up a small vial off of the counter?"

He eyed me somewhat skeptically. I was already the skinny, tattooed, vegetarian, all black clad girl from California that his brother had married. Now I was leaving vials around in his bathroom.

"A vial?" He replied. "No, I haven't seen one. What is in it?"

"Errr... liquid."

"Liquid? What kind?" He asked immediately, his protective brain churning and covering all the possibilities.

"Um... paint? Like, milk? Colored water?" I was desperately throwing out possibilities. "It was a good luck safe travels voodoo magic vial that my friend gave me." I was trying to look as drug free as possible while not looking like a weirdo that carries around cum in a vial on their person.

"I haven't seen it, but let's look. I don't want the dog to accidentally eat it." He bustled forth with great purpose, recruiting his wife and my husband in the search. Protective fathers don't let stray vials full of mystery fluids hide around their house.

And with that the whole place stopped the Christmas celebrations and started looking for my missing vial. My husband, my two sisters-in-law and my brother-in-law. This wasn't awkward in the slightest. I was praying to every higher power I could think of that I found it first as the others discussed possibly having to search through dog poop just to be sure. This was not exactly how I had planned my Christmas. Damn my new found cum fetish!!

It was to my great relief that I found that I had somehow deposited it back in my purse for safe keeping and then forgotten that I had done so. I quietly pocketed the vial and then casually tried to call off the search without going into specific details. Eventually the search died down as no vials were found and people wandered off to do Christmasy things.

I tried to compose myself and look as innocent and drug-free as possible. THAT was a close one. While the rest of the house *did* give me a bit of the stink eye and my brother-in-law asked me a few more times during the course of my visit what exactly was in my mystery vial, I am pretty sure I got away with it.

Damn my boyfriend's magic cum! It was still worth it tho ;)

Rain DeGrey is a veteran performer with over eight years in the industry who is blessed with both an extremely open mind and a very twisted sense of humor. When she is not being a Professional Naked Person she keeps herself busy as a writer, educator, and performer. For more Rain DeGrey, go to raindegrey.com, raindegrey.net and @raindegrey on twitter.