If I could count the number of times life has thrown the opportunity for wet and messy activities my way, you might not even believe me! When I was a teenager, I was sexually active from the age of 15 on. I had a few older men that I would sleep with on occasion, and I'll never forget the first time a man asked me if he could cum on my face. Uh-huh! Yes! I nodded eagerly, thinking to myself, "Wow, this must be my lucky day!" It was a question that would come up several more times in my early conquests. I was always super into it, and by the excited way the guys would react, I could tell that more than likely they had asked other women and been turned down. I always loved it. It sort of reminded me of getting a pie in the face, which I still longed for someone to do to me someday. It also reminded me of a big super-soaker gun, loaded with slime and aimed straight at my face and hair. Needless to say, I always found it super hot. As I got older, I realized that there's a good number of chicks who would never let a guy cum on their face because they find it 'gross' or demeaning or something. Well, this story gets weirder, because there are other times that things have came up in my life that, because of my fetish, I found to be a little awkward. One time when I was 20, I was over at a photographer friend of mine's house. He was taking pictures of me and having me try on different outfits for the photo shoot, when all of the sudden, he comes out from the closet with some bottles. He asked me if I'd be open to messing around with latex paints. I froze. And I'm sure I turned a shade of pink. I had never discussed my fetish with another soul at that point in my life, and I wasn't about to share it with this guy who I had zero attraction to! 'No! No thank you.' I told him, eager for him to drop the subject. He had all kinds of nude photos of people on his walls, covered in body paint, pictures he had taken. He tried to turn my attention to these, and the most I could do was squeak out a faint, " Yeah, those look neat" I wonder if he could tell that I was a little uncomfortable. I got nervous and downed a few more beers, just so I could "say" I got a little too drunk and I should probably go home. Another time I had two friends from Minnesota come to Seattle to meet me and stay a few days. I took them to Golden Gardens beach. It was getting dark when we were leaving the beach, and as we passed through the park to leave, we came upon this older gentleman. He was wearing white fishnet stockings and a shiny yellow satin pair of panties. He had a shirt that was way too small for him ripped above his waist so that his stomach was exposed. He had a red beanie, a bushy white mustache and little round wire rim glasses. You could tell that he had shaved all of his body hair off. He was laying on his back on a picnic table with white ropes "tying" him to the table. Next to him were bottles of chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup, eggs and cans of whipped cream. He had a huge boner sticking straight up in the air. There was a camera laying next to him. I immediately could tell what this was - the poor guy wanted someone to wam him and he couldn't find anyone to do it, so he went to the public park, hoping someone would walk along and listen to his story, believe him, trash and humiliate him and walk away laughing. First of all, the guy was much older than us. We were all 19, 20 years old. He told us 'Oh, please! The frat boys are initiating me. They tied me up and left me here! They said if I don't get someone to trash me really good and take pictures that they're gonna beat me up! You've gotta help!' My poor young friends from Minnesota were like 'What the hell?' We laughed and took a picture with him because we figured no one would believe us if we tried to explain the dude that we ran into. I wanted so bad to give him what he wanted, but under the influence of my friends, I whispered back and forth with them 'What a freak! Look! His hands aren't even really tied up! Something is off about this! This guy's a pervert! Let's get out of here!' I thought it was pretty funny that of all the people that would run into this guy, it would have to be me! We told him good luck and that we hope the next people that come along really give it to him. We walked away giggling, and then later, my friends said they were actually kind of creeped out by the whole thing. Another time when I was 18, this co-worker kept saying she was planning an acid party where everyone was gonna drop acid and get naked and paint each other, rolling around in the paint as they all tripped balls. I wasn't sure if she was fucking with me or not, but I was like 'Hell yeah, I'm down! Let me know if that's gonna happen or not! I'll totally go!' Unfortunately, I think she was just the type of person who says wild things purely to get a reaction out of people because the acid paint party never happened. So yeah, there are a lot of times in my life where I wonder if the universe is testing me or what. I never told those friends about my fetish. Like I've said before, I don't tell many of my friends about it. There's really no need for them to know that kind of information for any reason! It's part of my private life, and for the most part, I'd like to keep it that way!