This story grew out of my first positive sexual experience. My father and uncle used to make me masturbate them and sleep with them, which I hated. When I was fifteen, I jacked off a twelve-year-old cousin who was visiting us. It was the first time I actually had control of the situation, and the power to start it or make it stop.
I liked the taste of his cum. It was different from the men's cum. When he visited the next summer, I jacked him off and blew him again. He tasted different this time. I didn't have the opportunity to follow up my "research" because his family moved to the other side of the country and I didn't see him after that.
When I wrote the story, I first told it from Antoinette's point of view, but it didn't work that way. Fiction is all about how characters change, and it was Dom who did the changing. So I re-wrote it from his point of view, and this time it worked.
I've had some comments about how this is the fantasy of many adolescent boys, to be masturbated by beautiful naked ladies. I'm glad that it struck that chord, but the point of the story was that it was the women, not the boys, who were in control of things.
I've also been asked about whether cum was really used for paint in Renaissance times. Answer: no. I made that part up. But the part about cum changing in taste and character is fact. Trust me on that!
One last thing: I want to thank everybody who has commented on these stories. I'm sorry that I can't answer all your letters, but I do appreciate them!