Female ejaculation

[mypar]

Would love to read stories about Female ejaculation. Especially stories involving young women being introduced to sex by older men!

 

[MsLinnet]

Older men do know how to get the most out of a woman this sounds like it could be moved to my to do list

Being the oldest man I have had sex with was 65 and man he was good

love lin

 

[penguindance]

 

[Chicklet]

i read a story about this but i'm hoping the example of it wasn't realistic and wasn't something that people would usually like to read....getting sick over it right now.

chicklet

 

[penguindance]

 

[MissTaken]

I just submitted a story that describes female ejaculation to a degree.

How much detail can one go into with squirting?

You squirt.
It gushes.
You keep squirting.
He gets soaking wet.
The bed gets soaking wet.
The floor or ceiling may get wet
You lay spent and exhausted until someone throws you a life jacket and you do the laundry!

 

[MsLinnet]

Can someone tell me where this is going?

 

[MissTaken]

Can there really be a story about female ejaculation?

My story, keeping in mind that I am a mediocre writer at best, is about an older man with a younger woman and she ejaculates.

However, the story line isn't about the mystique of squirting, it is a romantic sort of thing.

So, can this guy's story really be done?
Has been done and done over again?

I am stumped.

 

[MsLinnet]

Can there really be a story about female ejaculation?

My story, keeping in mind that I am a mediocre writer at best, is about an older man with a younger woman and she ejaculates.

However, the story line isn't about the mystique of squirting, it is a romantic sort of thing.

So, can this guy's story really be done?
Has been done and done over again?

I am stumped.

if you write and i write it both storys would be diferent so it isnt done over and over is it?

You Go For It

carnt beat a good romance

Love Lin

 

[MsLinnet]

Would love to read stories about Female ejaculation. Especially stories involving young women being introduced to sex by older men!

I have started a story based on this premises it is just the start as I have some details to work out but this is the opening few lines

John and I had been having an email affair for many months. His constant confessions of love for me certainly got me aroused in more ways than one. He told me that he envisaged me on a four poster bed. How did he know I had one? Or at least I used to have one. I had to find out more about this man who had aroused my curiosity among other things.

In one of his emails he wrote. ‘You know when I look at your nude photo, I think to myself that butter would not melt in her mouth, but baby, when I read your stories, and Know that most of them are actually true, then I know that you are really hot? Butter would not last a fifth of a second in your mouth; it would become steamy gas, and knock me over, with its lovely smell?’

He went on to write that he wouldn’t risk being intimate with me, as he felt that I would BBQ his friend, and would make him shrivel and burn to a crisp? That would be in any one of my lovely orifices?

I don’t know why he should think of me in this way but as I got on to the plane to Australia the only thought that went through my mind was to find out just how great a lover this Dirty Old Man (D.O.M) was and if his boasts were really true.

I got into Sydney’s Kingsford Smith Aerodrome and wonder around the vast airport looking for the D.O.M that had told me so much about himself, but when a man came up to me looking about no more than 55 he was 6 foot tall and was well built with broad shoulders a fair complexion with a fine blondish hair. I was very surprised as I was expecting a 69 year old, looking every bit his age but as he looked me over and his steely blue/grey eyes met mine I could she the lust in his eyes.

“What do you put on your skin, to make it look so milky smooth?” the stranger asked this being our password so we could identify each other.

I replied as we agreed. “It is an exotic lotion, but it is one that only nature supplies.”

He smiled and said, “Linnet?”

I said, “John?”

We looked each other up and down and I must admit I did like what I was looking at. We went to the baggage carrousel, where we pick my my bags and then grabbed a coffee at the astro bar and chatted for a while he told me that we had better go if we wanted to beet the traffic drive to get to his place he said. “It is not that far but it would take a lot longer if we get in the traffic.”

As we stood up to leave the coffee shop John said. “You wanted to know what I would like to do to you, if I had my way, well looking at your body, and the way it is portrayed, in that photo, my wildest dreams will not come close to satisfying your body.”

“Lets find out.” I said whilst he gave me a gentle smacking on the globes of my bum,

“A massage you said. That would only be for beginners I hope?”

“If that is what the doctor ordered?” He said nonchalantly.

“I would think that a good body massage would be the order of the day especially after that flight,” I said.

I was very tired after the 16 hour flight and fell asleep almost immediately we pulled out of the car park. The sun was low in the sky, but it was very warm not at all like the winter weather that I had left behind in England. I felt a gentle hand shake my shoulder and I awoke outside John’s property.

He showed me into his home and I immediately felt at home. “Would you like a drink?” He asked me walking behind a small bar in the corner of the room.

“Glenmorangie on the rocks would be nice.” Not expecting him to have it, but much to my surprise he pulled out two glasses and dropped ice into them both and then pored the golden liquid over it. I could hear the ice crack as the smooth liquid mixed with the ice forming its own new elixir. He handed me a glass which I took from his hand putting it to my lips I tasted the warmth of the whisky slip past my lips and then the ice’s cooling effect instantly changing the sensation on my lips.