Love Is…On The Sheets!
You know how some people are self-taught musicians? Well, I am a self-taught squirter. Never heard of that? Well, I’m coining a new phrase then.
It all started when the man I was dating years ago, in my first quasi-polyamorous relationship, introduced the subject. Unbeknownst to me at the time, one of his other partners was a squirter, and he thought it was pretty cool. So he started showing me porn with women squirting. Prior to that, I had heard of it, but hadn’t actually seen any squirting.
He and I also had another partner that we shared. She was a squirter! One night they both came to my house with the sole mission of getting me to squirt. (Just a word of advice, putting pressure on a woman to perform doesn’t usually achieve the desired results. Just sayin’.) I did make her squirt, and that was fun. And, I didn’t squirt. I came like eighteen times- okay, I’m exaggerating, but just a little- , but squirt I did not.
After that, being the people-pleaser that I was at the time, I was determined to figure this thing out! I got books on squirting. I got videos on squirting. I talked to people about squirting. I “practiced”. No squirting.
Ironically, a year or two after I broke up with him, I squirted. I was by myself, practicing again in my room. And all of a sudden, I did it. The sensation was amazing. Hard to describe. It feels kind of like pleasure in motion. Flowing pleasure. I found it rather addictive, immediately. I came several more times and soaked my bed.
At that time, my brother was living at my house. He was downstairs in the living room. I remember being so excited about it that I got up, threw some clothes on, walked straight downstairs, and told him about it. You’d have to know us to get how that is not actually creepily incestuous :). We are both very sexual people. We share things like that. He really got how exciting this was for me. I remember him congratulating me, and then both of us laughing at the hilarity and the joy of a brother congratulating a sister on such a thing!
What was left on my sheets, not just female ejaculate, or amrita, but the shape of a perfect heart made by my squirting, should have been a sign to me at the time. It was in a way, and I didn’t get the full message. I know, some people wouldn’t see that as a wink from the Universe. And, I’m sure you’ve figured this out by now: I’m not your run-of-the-mill type of person.