Squirting During Sex – The First Time I Saw It

I commented on an article by Veronica Monet on whether the fluid ejected from a woman’s vagina is pee when squirting. Click here to read her article. Apparently a group of scientists stated that the female ejaculatory fluid is urine, contradicting an earlier study stating that it was not pee. Veronica was sharing her personal experiences with squirting. Writing my opinion about it brought back memories of when I first saw it happening to a woman I that was having sex with.

 

Amina:

Amina, which is not her real name, was the first woman I was with that squirted. We dated in college in the early 90’s. She was a very sensual woman. And she owned her sensuality. She was up for whatever felt good.

Her skin was so soft. We had long sessions of foreplay. It always made for a great experience between us. We had a no-strings attached mostly sexual relationship preferring to see one another when our studies permitted.

Our relationship was intense. One minuet we would be rolling on the floor laughing our asses off. The next minuet we would be arguing about race, class, gender, breastfeeding, you name it. She was a Bell Hooks, Angela Davis quoting feminist who wouldn’t even allow me to open a door for her.

I was typical guy who didn’t want to hear about any of the crap that some men inflict on women. However, the sex was so great that our differences didn’t matter. We would agree to disagree, laugh about it then resume our roll in the hay. She did get me to read a couple chapters of one of Bell Hook’s book and I actually learned something from it.

 

Squirting:

Lovers 2It happened after we were in the bed for some time. We were engaged in some after play when she said that she needed to pee. She went to the bathroom and did so. Something told to me that it was time to change the position.

I knew that she was always willing to try something new that hinted at a heightened sexual experience. I grabbed a stuffing showing dilapidated chair from the adjoining dining room table. I then placed a towel on the chair. When she returned from the bathroom I pointed to the chair then sat down.

Lubrication was never a problem for her. Her sensual nature made her naturally and constantly wet. She then slid onto me with a heartfelt loud moan. We locked arms gazing into one another’s eyes.

She slowly raised herself upon me then down as if savoring every stroke. We were both lost in that moment. It felt as if time had stopped. Slowly she increased the pace. Her moans of joy with me inside of her excited me even more. We rocked back and forth while she slid up and down on me. Finally I felt a gush of liquid on my penis.

 

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