Mischka
Ms Snooby Pants
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- Mar 18, 2001
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I've had plenty of orgasms in my time, yet squirting eluded me. And the description didn't exactly make me seek one out; they've been described as a mellow sort of pleasure high. Why try for a middling range when I routinely reach the peaks?
But then my girlfriend insisted she had the technique down pat and has successfully elicited a fantastic arch-across-the-room squirting orgasm, every time, on herself and anyone else she has tried the technique upon. Eh, I figure, let's give it a shot.
She unfurled an incredibly soft blanket, with a waterproof underside, across her living room floor. On the blanket she carefully laid out a Hitachi, two glass dildos, a flogger, and a feather duster. We kiss, we make out, we fuck for a bit, with mouths, fingers, hands, the feather duster, the flogger, and the dildos. It's the appetizer course, and this lasts perhaps twenty minutes. She then reaches for the Hitachi and vibrates me to successive peaks, at two minutes, then four, then five. By now, I'm loosy goosy, happy, and cum drunk.
That's when she switches modes. All toys aside, she reverts back to her fingers. She makes a rapid, and forceful, come hither movement with her fingers across my G-spot, flickering her fingers against the grainy surface. Only a few moments of this, and my vision simultaneously expanded to the outer limits of the known universe and shrunk to nothingness at my core. I have never experienced such a push-and-pull sensation, of floating away and being grounded at once. It. Was. Fantastic.
So anyway. I'm now a squirter.
But then my girlfriend insisted she had the technique down pat and has successfully elicited a fantastic arch-across-the-room squirting orgasm, every time, on herself and anyone else she has tried the technique upon. Eh, I figure, let's give it a shot.
She unfurled an incredibly soft blanket, with a waterproof underside, across her living room floor. On the blanket she carefully laid out a Hitachi, two glass dildos, a flogger, and a feather duster. We kiss, we make out, we fuck for a bit, with mouths, fingers, hands, the feather duster, the flogger, and the dildos. It's the appetizer course, and this lasts perhaps twenty minutes. She then reaches for the Hitachi and vibrates me to successive peaks, at two minutes, then four, then five. By now, I'm loosy goosy, happy, and cum drunk.
That's when she switches modes. All toys aside, she reverts back to her fingers. She makes a rapid, and forceful, come hither movement with her fingers across my G-spot, flickering her fingers against the grainy surface. Only a few moments of this, and my vision simultaneously expanded to the outer limits of the known universe and shrunk to nothingness at my core. I have never experienced such a push-and-pull sensation, of floating away and being grounded at once. It. Was. Fantastic.
So anyway. I'm now a squirter.
