Learning To Squirt

I’ve been meaning to write this for a while so here it is.

I had heard about it of course. But there seemed to be no clear consensus, some people swore it was real others that it wasn’t. There seemed to be no way to unpick the truth.
Then it happened, a lover’s fingers working in my cunt and I heard a squelching sloshing sound that could only have come from me. Clearly I hadn’t wet myself and so I became a believer and joined the ranks of the ‘squirters’.

Still while that’s an interesting party trick it seemed no more than that until Mat and I were making love one day. Suddenly there was a feeling of intense floaty pleasure and a very (very) damp patch on the bed. His cock reaching and touching the perfect spot. It wasn’t an orgasm, that feels very different for me, but it was intensely pleasurable in a way that, so far, fingers cannot quite emulate; although they can evoke the same wetness.

It has drawbacks. I can soak the bed in seconds, sheets, duvet and mattress. Although at least as Domme it is my boy who sleeps in the damp patch and only then after I’ve rubbed his nose in it, literally. You know, thinking about it, that’s not really much of a drawback and it certainly does feel fantastic.
I guess I’m happy to have become a ‘squirter’.