Would You Like Juice With That?
I woke this morning to a dark cold and wet view from the bedroom window. Yes unfortunately winter is almost upon us. The nights are drawing in and the mornings are dark and uninviting. Alex was sound asleep.
I picked up his shirt from the back of the chair. I raised it to my nose and took a deep breath. The aroma of Alex’s aftershave greeted my nostrils as the heat from my hands warmed the fibres. Alex loves to see me wearing his shirt, buttoned low with the bottom button undone too, the opening revealing my neatly trimmed pussy.
I wandered in to the kitchen, still a little heady from my late night of wine and sex, and sex, then more wine. Come to think of it I felt a little rubbed up, or should I say “fucked up”, my pussy lips seemed a little abused.
I turned the tap and filled the kettle and placed it to boil on the stand. Standing by the sink, looking out on the garden at the birds I waited for the kettle to boil. The sound of the kettle reaching the boil must have muffled Alex’s entrance. I felt his warm hand reach between my legs and cup my tender pussy.
He pushed his body against mine and I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck (I just love the sensation of hot breaths against the nape of my neck). His tongue swept across the base of my neck, a warm caressing sensation. A moan escaped my lips and he started to rub my clit and grind his hips in to my buttocks.
His fingers eased their way inside my aching moist cunt. He waggled for a moment and then slipped them out of me. Turning my hips to face him he prompted, “taste yourself” and placed his fingers against my lips. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his fingers. At that moment he began to kiss me. Both our tongues thrashing and entwining around his musky fingers. I tasted good.
Alex’s hand homed in on my pussy once again, leaving us both in a deep throated kiss. He began to waggle his fingers against my g-spot. “Oh fuck, yes, yes” I exclaimed as his fingering grew faster. My knees began to tremble, buckle with the pleasure and reached for the kitchen side to steady myself.
Waves of ecstasy enraptured my body as I began to feel myself building to a climax. My breathing quickened and with a final “YES”, I squirted down Alex’s hand, all over the kitchen floor (thankfully it is linoleum) and down my legs.
I’m not exactly sure what the fluid is. I have the ability to produce copious amounts even after peeing, so I know it’s not pee. It doesn’t smell like pee either. It has a kind of musky smell to it, not at all like urine.
Does anyone else out there have these kind of squirting orgasms? I would love to hear from you, about your experiences. Also, can you enlighten me as to what it’s all about. It’s the same feeling as an orgasm, the build up and then the release but lots and lots of, well, juice.
There are varying views on the female ejaculation on the Internet, but I’ve never actually found out what generated such large quantities of ejaculate. I probably need to find a medical text, which I then probably wouldn’t understand fully.
I looked down at the floor and it looked as if I had peed and my flipflops were squelching. Yes they are very practical footwear for this kind of activity. Which is handy, after all you don’t expect to go for a paddle in your kitchen, do you?
“Anyone seen the mop”? ©AlexSuze.com 2005,2006
I picked up his shirt from the back of the chair. I raised it to my nose and took a deep breath. The aroma of Alex’s aftershave greeted my nostrils as the heat from my hands warmed the fibres. Alex loves to see me wearing his shirt, buttoned low with the bottom button undone too, the opening revealing my neatly trimmed pussy.
I wandered in to the kitchen, still a little heady from my late night of wine and sex, and sex, then more wine. Come to think of it I felt a little rubbed up, or should I say “fucked up”, my pussy lips seemed a little abused.
I turned the tap and filled the kettle and placed it to boil on the stand. Standing by the sink, looking out on the garden at the birds I waited for the kettle to boil. The sound of the kettle reaching the boil must have muffled Alex’s entrance. I felt his warm hand reach between my legs and cup my tender pussy.
He pushed his body against mine and I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck (I just love the sensation of hot breaths against the nape of my neck). His tongue swept across the base of my neck, a warm caressing sensation. A moan escaped my lips and he started to rub my clit and grind his hips in to my buttocks.
His fingers eased their way inside my aching moist cunt. He waggled for a moment and then slipped them out of me. Turning my hips to face him he prompted, “taste yourself” and placed his fingers against my lips. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his fingers. At that moment he began to kiss me. Both our tongues thrashing and entwining around his musky fingers. I tasted good.
Alex’s hand homed in on my pussy once again, leaving us both in a deep throated kiss. He began to waggle his fingers against my g-spot. “Oh fuck, yes, yes” I exclaimed as his fingering grew faster. My knees began to tremble, buckle with the pleasure and reached for the kitchen side to steady myself.
Waves of ecstasy enraptured my body as I began to feel myself building to a climax. My breathing quickened and with a final “YES”, I squirted down Alex’s hand, all over the kitchen floor (thankfully it is linoleum) and down my legs.
I’m not exactly sure what the fluid is. I have the ability to produce copious amounts even after peeing, so I know it’s not pee. It doesn’t smell like pee either. It has a kind of musky smell to it, not at all like urine.
Does anyone else out there have these kind of squirting orgasms? I would love to hear from you, about your experiences. Also, can you enlighten me as to what it’s all about. It’s the same feeling as an orgasm, the build up and then the release but lots and lots of, well, juice.
There are varying views on the female ejaculation on the Internet, but I’ve never actually found out what generated such large quantities of ejaculate. I probably need to find a medical text, which I then probably wouldn’t understand fully.
I looked down at the floor and it looked as if I had peed and my flipflops were squelching. Yes they are very practical footwear for this kind of activity. Which is handy, after all you don’t expect to go for a paddle in your kitchen, do you?
“Anyone seen the mop”? ©AlexSuze.com 2005,2006
3 Comments:
Hi Suze... not to plug my own blog on your site - but I did an article about Female Ejaculation last year. Here's the link if you're interested -> http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com/2004/10/female-ejaculation.html
Sometimes the same things happens to me when I get fingered and sometimes when I'm receiving oral. It used to stress me out a lot because I didn't like the mess. ^_~
I've never experienced this, but it sounds really fascinating. Messy, but amazing.
We had too much wine and sex last night too.
Headache!b
Shay,
That was a very interesting and enlightening article. Thanks for the link.
Hi Goose,
Thanks for tuning in. Sorry you haven't experienced this yet. Keep on practicing. Top tip is to completely relax, wine helps! Alex is probably the best one for tips, he achieves results every time. We both get through a lot of towels.
Suze X
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