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Shame Cum

Everybody has one!

By Em GrovesPublished about a year ago 3 min read

Oh, the dreaded shame cum! I'm sure everybody has been there at least once, or twice. Maybe more if you're unlucky. Or lucky, depends on how you look at it.

But what is a shame cum? I'm not sure whether it is a widely used term, but it was definitely big in the brothels I used to work in. It's basically a sexual interaction that you feel ashamed of, for whatever reason, but you reached the Big O! anyway. It is the weirdest combination of wonderful and icky; you're feeling a delightful post orgasm tingle with the desperate need for a long shower!

I'll share my own experience to shed some light on exactly what I mean.

I had a regular client that would come in every week. I was filled with equal parts excitement and dread whenever I found him waiting for me in the lounge area. He was a lovely man; we got along really well and could chat for hours! I genuinely enjoyed his company. However, looks wise he was hideous.

Which is a truly awful thing to say, it really is. It makes me feel like a shitty person to say. I just wasn't attracted to him, he reminded me too much of Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. He was as wide as he was tall and his big bulging eyes creeped me out. He was covered in all sorts of miscellaneous skins tags, boils and lumps I didn't have a name for. His skin was really dry and scratchy on mine, and he constantly has spit collecting in the corners of his mouth.

literally me

Honestly, I could get past all of that pretty quickly. Just had to get used to him again each and every visit. The biggest thing I couldn't get past though was his smell. It was horrible. He'd arrive straight from work and would reek. It wasn't a bad BO smell, I was used to those. Most men that came in to see me had never used a can of deodorant in their life and it didn't bother me. This man had his own weird cheesy smell that still hung around, even after a long shower. You know that smell your skin has after wearing a band-aid for a couple of days? That weird stagnant wet smell of skin that hasn't been washed for while? Times that smell by about 50 and you'll have a fair idea about what every nook and cranny of his body smelt like. It was overwhelming, it took my breath away. It would also cling to my skin and hair for ages afterwards. I'd always have two showers and douse myself in perfume after he left, even though I was convinced it was still on me.

And yet...

The man could push me to orgasm each and every damn time I saw him. I don't even know how or why. It didn't matter on the position. It didn't matter whether he was going down on me or using his stubby little hands. Whatever he did, worked. Every. Single. Time. My nose was filled to the brim with the claggy, sweaty smell of his body while I moaned my way through an explosive orgasm.

It was the weirdest thing ever. After we were done, I was always left in a state of shellshock. I'd talk to the other working girls afterwards to just process how I was feeling and asking them to double check how I smelt. Still tingly and riding the rush of adrenaline from a fun time. Bizarre.

Debriefing such an interaction, introduced me to the concept of a shame cum. There is no weirder feeling than being absolutely horrified that you climaxed. I also realised really quickly; I was not alone in this venture. Everyone had their own version of a shame cum.

Someone who does not work for you on any sort of physical level can still make you happy on a mechanical level. A porn that repulses you every other day of the week, may just tickle your pickle one random afternoon where you're feeling more curious than normal. A geriatric older man, with no teeth and an oxygen tank, may push you to new heights you've never discovered before.

It's a crazy concept. You may feel ashamed to tell your stories but honestly, there is nothing to be ashamed of. If it works for you, it works. I think the only thing that boggles the mind is why it works.

I still haven't figured out my 'why' with my shame cum. I really don't think I'll ever know.

It's definitely a good ice breaker question to ask with a new partner, the answer will always be interesting! Just be prepared to share yours in return.

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About the Creator

Em Groves

Honestly, I'm not sure who I am or who I want to be. But I'll let you know when I figure it out!

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