The metaphor of a woman who is turned on getting VERY wet

[MargotPayge]

flopped around like a loose firehouse spraying his seed everywhere." Great, ain't it?

YES! Why have I never used a firehose as a metaphor? I feel like I've been living in the shadows barely seeing the possibilities, when it has been there right in front of me all along!

 

[onehitwanda]

"Listen," she said, "I don't think you understand just what this is going to be like. I'm worried you're not treating this seriously. "

He removed the snorkel's mouthpiece. "Babe," he said, "I'm a rescue diver. This is not my first rodeo."
He gestured to the vulcanized seals, the pressure doors, the comically oversized pumps he'd installed at her insistence.

"Well, okay then," she said with a sigh. She leaned back, and a small smile curled her lip. "Let's see what you've got, then."

He replaced his snorkel, and leaned forward eagerly. He reached out to slowly ease her sheer lace panties down over her wonderful thighs.
She watched his member stiffen, and felt the familiar pressure building in her lower belly.

"Get ready," she moaned. "It's... it's coming... oh... oh God!"

The eruption of scalding fluid caught him flat-footed and flung him backwards against the specially-reinforced wall.

Over the sound of rushing water and his agonized groans she shouted, "For fuck sakes, Pete, I told you I get a geyser down there!"

 

[onehitwanda]

YES! Why have I never used a firehose as a metaphor? I feel like I've been living in the shadows barely seeing the possibilities, when it has been there right in front of me all along!

all aschlong?

I'll get my coat

 

[MargotPayge]

"Listen," she said, "I don't think you understand just what this is going to be like. I'm worried you're not treating this seriously. "

Once more I am thwarted by the inability to Love and Laugh in the same reaction. But I did laugh and I do love it.

 

[onehitwanda]

Once more I am thwarted by the inability to Love and Laugh in the same reaction. But I did laugh and I do love it.

we really need to be able to add multiple reactions :/

 

[AlinaX]

I'm reminded of that scene in Scary Movie where Anna Faris gets plastered to the ceiling.

 

[NoTalentHack]

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The synecdoche of a woman's wetness has been addressed in classier literature than we purvey here. For example, Garcia Lorca included it in his "Little Viennese Waltz:"

In Vienna I will dance with you
in a costume with
a river's head.
See how the hyacinths line my banks!
I will leave my mouth between your legs,
(Pretty much a literal translation from the Spanish)

I think Cohen captured it more erotically in his "translation/rewrite," "Take This Waltz:"

And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.

And I do find "the dew of your thighs" to be more erotic than gushing like a firehose, though Skene's and Bartholin's glands have both been implicated in the phenomenon of "squirting."

(Incidentallly, the fluids produced by those labial glands are composed primarily of fructose and glucose; I wonder why we haven't incorporated that into our cunnilingual excursions).

 

[onehitwanda]

Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me

 

[MargotPayge]

I can't believe I didn't remember this until now. The movie is called Warm Water Under a Red Bridge. I saw it a few years ago streaming on Midnight Pulp. Excellent channel for strange stuff and softcore porn, my faves.

The entire plot was almost precisely this scenario. Worth watching once if you like subtitles.

Over the sound of rushing water and his agonized groans she shouted, "For fuck sakes, Pete, I told you I get a geyser down there!"

Edit: I don't want to oversell this. I mean, I did totally forget about it until now. It is a similar premise, not quite so extreme as your scenario. Still, I did watch it all the way to the end.

 

[Zootonius]

So I go away for a few week and find I missed out on some fascinating threads.

Back to the OP, I like to write about a lady's quivering breath. From my own, limited experience, a woman in the throes of passion*, unable to contain her breath is, well, passionate.

*as apposed to the throws of passion

 

[SimonDoom]

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

The Eurythmics

 

[JaxRhapsody]

"Listen," she said, "I don't think you understand just what this is going to be like. I'm worried you're not treating this seriously. "

He removed the snorkel's mouthpiece. "Babe," he said, "I'm a rescue diver. This is not my first rodeo."
He gestured to the vulcanized seals, the pressure doors, the comically oversized pumps he'd installed at her insistence.

"Well, okay then," she said with a sigh. She leaned back, and a small smile curled her lip. "Let's see what you've got, then."

He replaced his snorkel, and leaned forward eagerly. He reached out to slowly ease her sheer lace panties down over her wonderful thighs.
She watched his member stiffen, and felt the familiar pressure building in her lower belly.

"Get ready," she moaned. "It's... it's coming... oh... oh God!"

The eruption of scalding fluid caught him flat-footed and flung him backwards against the specially-reinforced wall.

Over the sound of rushing water and his agonized groans she shouted, "For fuck sakes, Pete, I told you I get a geyser down there!"