I used to think “squirters” were just an urban legend. I had canoodled women all over the world as thoroughly and vigorously as I knew how but I had never made a woman “squirt!”
At least not until Diah came along.
On my first evening with Diah I was merrily plowing her furrow when she suddenly cut loose with a considerable volume of liquid. She seemed to be having a great time when this happened.
But I have to admit, unaccustomed as I was to this kind of behavior, her sudden deluge dampened my enthusiasm at least as much as it dampened my bed.
My initial thought was, “Did this minx just pee on me?”
I tried to maintain my cool. Diah behaved as though nothing unusual had happened. I said nothing but my nose was on high alert, sniffing the air for any evidence of chemicals such as urea, uric acid and creatinine. But I found no evidence that any of these chemicals were present.
On Diah’s next visit we had the same result. One moment we were canoodling in my bed then, quick as a flash, we were canoodling in the middle of Diah’s impromptu personal swamp.
On Dinah’s third visit I considered canoodling her in the shower but relented and took her to bed. Yet again, Diah soon turned my bed into a splash pad.
I soon stopped seeing Diah. It wasn’t because of her squirting or the impact on my laundry bills. Despite her enthusiasm between the soggy sheets, she just wasn’t the right woman for me.
I’ve since met a few other women who deserve to be called “squirters” but none of them are in the same league with Diah, my first and only major league squirter.
The other “squirters” were less reliable than Diah and did not produce deluges of the same magnitude.
The only one who even came close to matching Diah was Dewi.
I still don’t understand squirters. What exactly are they squirting? Where does it come from? I understand that all women get juicier as they get “happier” but why do some women suddenly release so much happy juice?
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It's not something that turns me on all that much.