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Female ejaculation. I always wondered if it really existed, and if it did, were these women who squirted as they came some kind of freaks? I'd never seen it in porn (never looked for it either, mind... was too busy looking for good D/s stuff. Ha ha.), and in my imagination, I just couldn't imagine it. Piss. That's probably what it was.
Then one day, I'm sitting on my bed. Kind of reclined, legs apart, knees bent, playing with myself. Like you do. Thinking about whatever I was thinking about. Getting more and more turned on. Playing harder. No toys, just fingers. A couple on my clit, and a couple inside me, rubbing on my G-spot (and why is that never in the same place twice? I swear it isn't. No wonder men have trouble finding it.). Faster, and faster, my mind lost to some no doubt utterly depraved fantasy. It was one of those really intense sessions, where you just get completely carried away with yourself, and I was. And then as I could feel the orgasm rising up through my feet, my legs, my cunt, my tits, my head, I kind of felt like I wanted to piss. I was still rubbing though, in exactly the same spot. And it just kept building and building and building. And then. Bang. I came. And as I did, something rushed out of me. Wet. Warm. Coating my hand, and soaking the sheets beneath me. And it felt like... what I imagine it feels like for a guy when he comes. I often felt like I could explode with pleasure, and actually doing that seemed like a very natural conclusion.
I looked at my hand, thinking "did I just piss myself?". It didn't look like piss. Not quite as watery. it didn't taste of anything, and I didn't know what piss tasted like, but I'm sure it would taste of something? And i did need a piss right then, which kind of suggested to me that I can't have actually just pissed myself, or I wouldn't still need one, surely? And then I had a lightbulb moment. "Bloody hell, I think I've just squirted!", I exclaimed to myself, and then wondered if the puddle on the sheets should be quite that big.

It was huge. The size of a small ocean, at least.

And that was it, after that. I wanted to squirt every time. It became like an obsession (see post below!) with me and the bloke I was living with. He wanted to see it, because he didn't believe it, and I wanted him to see it, because I didn't believe it either. There must be a technique. What did I do last time? Oh yeh. Two fingers there, and two fingers there. No, not there. Up a bit. Down a bit. A couple of millimetres to the left. Oh yes, right there. We tried over and over again, with no luck, and his face the first time he managed to make me cum like that...it was a fucking picture. His mouth fell open and his eyes popped out of his head. It made me laugh.
And it happened quite regularly after that. For quite a while. And then suddenly it stopped happening. Can't remember when exactly, and I certainly don't know why. Much the same as I don't know why it started.
But this year has seen something of a squirting revival. It happened during my first MMF. Right in the boyfriend's mouth (I'm surprised he didn't choke to be honest). Then it happened when I was sitting on my rock-chick. And then it happened the other day, when I was sitting here having a "cock" moment. And then it happened the day after. And the day after that. And every day since. I don't know why. It could be the technique, the position, the level of arousal, or something else entirely.
But anyway. It hasn't happened today. My research continues.