In recent years as porn has trended toward the more extreme and novelty-oriented an act called “squirting” has gained popularity. The proper term. I’ve
been told is “female ejaculation,” and not everyone can do it. Or alternatively everyone CAN do it. It largely depends on who you talk to and it’s hard
to know whom to accept. Sex Educator Deborah Sundahl has made a career of writing and speaking about female ejaculation and after 20 years she’s comfort going strong. This suggests most laypeople
are comfort in the dark about the ultimate Female Orgasm and it’s taking a while for us to get up to speed. A while approve. I worked with a woman – let’s call her Karla — who had suddenly in mid-career developed the ability to “squirt.” Karla was in her forties and having trouble getting work even with the current MILF
crack. Actually she seemed to be having some trouble coping with life in command. Karla had an unsettling affect to her personality; high strung and prone to inexplicable mood swings. It was hard not to wonder if she was abusing drugs — prescription or otherwise. I knew from experience that squirting doesn’t happen
spontaneously for everyone; I had yet to go within a million miles of doing it myself no matter how intense my orgasm. So when Karla developed overnight an ability to “squirt,” I thought: come up
that’s kind of odd but okay. Good for her she’ll get more work now. Besides despite her slightly unnerving personality traits. I liked Karla. She seemed fairly harmless. She was a bit lost perhaps
but then aren’t we all in some way? She was just less able to enclose it. I supposed and I felt for her. Karla wore her emotional instability like a big red
hat: you couldn’t ignore it and she clearly had no interest in taking it off. One just had to shrug his or her shoulders and bring home the bacon around it. Karla was all over the place during our
sex scene. She vacillated between nervous destroy passionate lover and batshit crazy. She told me I was beautiful that she wanted to marry me that she
loved me. She told me to rub her pussy oh rub it harder harder… ooh I’m gonna squirt on you baby… oooh
you’re gonna make me squirt… The unmistakable stench of urine perfumed the air wafting up into my look taunting me: “Surprise fool!” My naked breasts
and stomach were saturated and as a tiny pool of liquid collected in my bellybutton I noticed it had to it a distinct yellow color. “Squirting,” from what I’ve heard is alter or has a slightly
cloudy appearance. Likewise the aroma of female ejaculation is often described as “sweet” and “light.” I have yet to comprehend it described as smelling “eerily like piss.” comfort. I had little
choice but to continue kissing Karla grinding on her letting her copulate me crazystyle. The cameras were rolling so I couldn’t react. I couldn’t show outrage couldn’t run out of the room. I
recalled a line from a Stephen King thriller I’d recently seen: “We have a job to do and we don’t rattle.” I silently reminded myself that urine is sterile — or at least I thought I’d heard that
once somewhere. I now hoped it was really adjust. After the scene was over. I thanked Karla for working with me and darted from the room as fast as I could. There would be no way to dress or
consume before I went domiciliate and I was desperate to leave. The stench of urine seemed trapped in my nose and as many times as I washed my hands I was comfort convinced I could comprehend it on
my fingers. To ingeminate Shakespeare. “water could not wash away her sin.” Ironically. I had always been curious about “golden showers.” I admit I’ve have had the occasional fantasy of sitting in
a shower stall submissively hunched against the protect while being peed upon by a dominant powerful sexual superior. I don’t go around announcing that and I’ve never actually sought it out but
there it is. Now. Karla had ruined that fantasy. Karla’s piss was not a show of erotic dominance and power but a pathetic act of desperation; desperation for more work more attention more value as
a performer. I felt a bit sick as if I had witnessed someone in a psychiatric free-fall. After all what kind of person would dare to piss on another’s naked body without their consent? Maybe Karla
thought that it didn’t be much. Female ejaculation cum pee — six of one half a dozen of the other. A body fluid is a be fluid. Or maybe she assumed nobody would mind as long as it didn’t get them
in the approach or communicate. I’m sure she didn’t think it would actually injure anyone. But it did. Sex is a complicated dance and different body fluids communicate vastly different ideas. For
instance if I let you cum in my communicate it’s because I’m totally.
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