Female Ejaculation: It wasn’t pee (female perspective)

It seemed like an urban legend to me. The story of a woman cumming, but not the cute little twitches that squeeze a man’s cock, or his finger as he sucks on her clit. My entire belief on the female orgasm was clitoral stimulation from the outside.  The g-spot was a made up place, a place that could never be found, a place just as imaginary as the Fountain of Youth.

 There have been times when my husband, Ryan, fucked me so hard that I thought I peed.  Or I’d ride him without caring about the pain in my stomach his dick was causing; I’d bounce on his cock with so much force I’d bleed that night.  But again, I “wet” myself and I thought this wetness was pee from me letting go of my inhibitions. These moments of wetting myself were hot and were a turn-on because it meant my body and mind were totally in sync in our sex act.

 **Before I get into the various times I squirted, let me clarify that I have “squirted” (what I consider a “female ejaculation”) without orgasming.  Conversely, I can orgasm without squirting.  But, I can squirt AND orgasm at the same time – and believe me when I say this feeling is extremely intense and probably the closest thing I will ever experience to cumming “like a man.”

The first time I squirted during an orgasm, Ryan and I were having sex in the spoon position.  In this position, I tell him to go deep because the pressure in the back of my vagina was a good feeling, not one that hurt.  He held onto my hips as I grinded my body into him, his cock scooping deep into me.  We were hot and sweating from head to toe.  It was only after I came did we realize just how wet the bed was.  It was as if I peed the bed. Was it possible?  I didn’t feel like I released that muscle that holds your urine back.  I was embarrassed because this never happened before.  I know what sweat spots look like and this was not that.  It didn’t smell like pee either.  It smelled like…well, like sex.  This was about four years ago.

The second time, we were in a 69 position.  He was eating me out while using a soft dildo.  I hadn’t learned how to face fuck yet.  I didn’t even consider it possible, but I knew my body loved to cum with his entire dick in my mouth as far as I can and just hold it there. This is the first time I’ve ever “shot out.”  This wasn’t the usual wetness between my legs caused by my normal cum.  It was more like an eruption coming from my pelvis that travelled down through my pussy and out of my tight hole.  As we were 69ing, I felt the cum feeling stirring in me and as soon as I did, I knew I had to have his cock lodged in my mouth to intensify my cum (could this be why people partake in autoerotic asphyxiation?)  I took a deep breath and quickly pulled his hips onto my face.  With my mouth full of cock, I couldn’t scream.  I felt my face getting flushed.  My body twitched and writhed as I held back as my cum as long as I could, but it was so intense that my hips raised up off the bed and as soon as I did, a thick, semi-cloudy fluid shot onto the sheets about and on the wall over two feet away.  It wasn’t pee; it had the consistency of mashed clear jello mixed with froth.  Even after a few minutes, it wasn’t absorbed into the sheets.  It looked like tiny little jellyfish sitting on top of wet beach sand.  Little droplets landed on Ryan’s face, but most of it came out with the shot.

During my third experience, I had just learned to deepthroat.  Again, we were 69ing, but this time I was on top. I just realized that deepthroating made me very, very horny.  And very, very wet.  This was the day after I dripped all over my own legs/ankles as I was kneeling and deepthroating my husband’s cock. As I deepthroated from the top, I again came from oral.  But instead of just cumming, my vagina started pouring out juices that he didn’t get to see because he was eating me out. He said he couldn’t breathe. Some of it got on his face as he turned to the side, but after a few seconds he put hismouth up to my pussy and just let it fill up his mouth. It was about a third cup of liquid he swallowed.  He then stuck his tongue inside me and just drank my juices as it came out rather than holding and waiting for it to fill his mouth. He said this was the most he’s ever ate/drank of my juices.  Except for the time when I peed in his mouth and forced him to swallow.

Fourth experience. I was riding my man’s dick hard when he said he felt his balls and lap suddenly get completely soaked. I also noticed his dick was fucking my pussy with this wet/dry feeling. It wasn’t spit or lube; it was almost like I peed on him, but it couldn’t have been because it didn’t look, smell, or taste, like pee.  All I know is that it’s possible because I now squirt while being fucked. Maybe it was the angle that was making his fat dick hit a spot (g spot maybe?) in just the right way so that I leaked.

For my fifth experience, my husband discovered a way to make me ejaculate (see Ryan’s article “Female Ejaculation: It isn’t pee”).  At first I was reluctant that it would work since I have never experienced it before.  But I was down for anything new he suggested.  He explained that I would be getting a massage, which I always welcome.  Little did I know it was going to be a deep tissue massage, the kind I heard (directly from a massage therapist herself) can cause someone to burst into laughter or full-out tears. 

He poured grape seed oil onto his hands and began with a full body massage: deltoids, the crevices of my shoulder blades, middle and lower back, buttocks, hamstrings, calves.  He told me turn over: clavicle, pecs (this is when I start getting sensitive and ticklish), and finally back to my inner thighs.  Soon I felt him slide two fingers in my pussy and proceeded “forklifting.”  At first I was nervous.  I just peed, but his fingers are hitting an area that makes me feel like I’m holding the pee feeling in (I later realize that this is the same feeling I get when I’m getting fucked hard and deep). 

I knew that this “pee” feeling was normal.  So the first thing I did was to remind myself, This is normal, I’m supposed to feel this.  I had to physically accept this sensation regardless of how awkward it felt.  Once I did that, I then had to say, Relax…relax. Enjoy this feeling, accept it, love it.  My body and mind were now free.  I put myself in a sexual trance: my mind cleared of any reservations, my body taking in this new sensation.  I felt like a monk who had just become spiritually enlightened. 

Almost immediately, Ryan felt what he described as a “spray” splashing onto his palm.  “Oh shit!” is all he said.  He raced for the light switch and what he saw surprised us both: a semi-cloudy fluid spewing and flowing freely from my pussy.  But not a short-lived dribble, I mean it was gushing out non-stop. Actual fluid, like a fountain.  “What?” I said.  We couldn’t believe it. 

Soon after was my sixth experience, I was on top again, purposely using his dick in the exact same way he forklifted my pussy.  It wasn’t as strong or forceful, but I re-created the forklifting motion, forcing his dick to rub my spot hard.  A few minutes into it, his  balls, dick, lap, pubic area, ass, and bed were all wet. Neither of us came.  But at that point I had a greater understanding of how my body functioned and was also becoming more in tuned with it.

My most recent is my seventh experience.  This is a different kind of first because we were analing.  His dick wasn’t in my pussy, but for some reason we were still wet and slippery.  My cums are always so intense when I get fucked in the ass, sometimes I think my heart either races or stops.  On this day, though, after it was over, we could clearly see the SPRAY wet mark on sheet.  My husband turned on the light and we could clearly see a 4-inch spray, like someone took an aerosol can filled with heavy liquid and aimed on the sheet.

Clearly I cannot plan when I’m going to squirt.  Sometimes it happens when I cum through clitoral stimulation and other times it happens because my g-spot gets pounded or rubbed the right way.  I can’t feel the actual force of fluid being expelled from my body; I don’t ejaculate the way a man ejaculates: semen shooting from his cock in conjunction with an orgasm.  My “ejaculation” can be separate as well as paired with an orgasm.  This is part of the reason my cums are amazing now: they’re unpredictable.  With that being said, I simply relax and let whatever happens.  Why worry about what I can’t control?

 Female ejaculation is not a myth and it is 100% achievable.  Try it for yourself. It may take a few tries, but like they say: the fun part is getting there.

 I will update this post if and when I get number 8.

Female Ejaculation: It isn’t pee

No Peeing Allowed
No peeing allowed.

Last night I gave my wife, Venice, a massage with Grape Seed Oil. Although she had a lot of tense areas on her body, she eventually relaxed and let me rub her down from head to toe as she lay on her stomach. I asked her not to moan and just totally relax, because usually my massages are with my tongue and she will moan the entire time. Whether she does this to keep me entertained, to keep me going, or because my tongue makes her uncontrollably moan, I do enjoy the response. Last night was different. I just wanted her to relax. I rubbed her back, deep in her shoulder blades, and down her spine. I massaged her back muscles which seemed very tight and tense. I rubbed a lot of oil over her curved butt, deep in her vagina crevices and ass. Reaching between her legs I wrapped my hand around to her front side, grabbing her pubic mound and squeezing. Every now and then I would slide a finger in whichever hole was the most inviting. 

Eventually, after thoroughly rubbing her  down I asked her to roll over. I quickly realized her front side seemed to tickle her a bit more. Instead of focusing on her breast and upper shoulders, which was making her giggle, I moved down to her pubic area and inner thighs. I poured more oil all over my hands and began to rub this area roughly and she  immediately responded by lifting both legs in the air. I am not sure why her  response to my aggressive massage to her pubic area caused her to lift both of her legs, but I knew she wanted to be fucked. She knew she wanted to be fucked. However, that wasn’t my plan tonight. I slid my oiled hand over her vagina lips, letting the labias slide between my fingers. Each time the tip of my  fingers would slide past her hole and down to her ass. The oil made both of her  holes easy to penetrate, but I would only penetrate enough for her to enjoy the pressure it created. My wife began to roll her hips aggressively but seemed a bit unsure about what I wanted to do. Both of her knees were now up by her chest and her vagina and ass completely exposed and in the air. I slid my two middle fingers inside her pussy, keeping them straight. Careful not to do the hooking motion with my fingers that I have read about in various articles about a woman’s “g spot”, I kept both fingers unbent inside her. In the past Venice complained about the hooking or “come here” gesture, saying it felt more like a scratching feeling. No g spot. This is something she absolutely did not enjoy. This time though, with both fingers straight, fingernails well-groomed, I began to move my entire arm up and down creating a forklift motion inside her vagina. I placed my other hand on top of her pubic bone, still slippery from all the oil. As I did the forklift motion and rubbed her pubic area, my wife  began doing something she had only done 4 times before during intercourse, but this time, it happened within seconds. She began leaking what appeared to be urine. At first I laughed, smelled the liquid, and let her smell. We both agreed that it did have the salty smell of urine, but for the first time in my life, this smell drove me insane. I am not sure if it had some sort of pheromones that attracted me, but I  wanted to dive down inside her and eat all her juices. My body responded immediately and I felt this uncontrollable attraction. It was almost like I smelled my wife  in heat and my animal instincts took over. Unsure what  exactly caused this response, I stuck my fingers back inside her and started the forklift motion again.  I knew there may have been a bit of urine at first, but now my wife was squirting white liquid all over the towel we had spread out on the bed. When I pulled my hand out, her vagina almost gushed with more white fluid spilling all over her ass. It would not stop. I had never seen anything like it, not even in porn. I jumped up and said, “oh my god.” 

She immediately asked me to grab her camera phone. I jumped up, turned on the light, grabbed the camera, and began to record her. As the camera started, she was still oozing liquid out of her vagina, slowly rolling down to her ass, but the flow had slowed down. Disappointed I couldn’t share with her what I saw, I started to massage her vagina again. This time she squirted with what almost seemed like a cum shot, over my hand and onto  the bed. I pull my hand out and she was again gushing white liquid out of her  vagina, down her ass. I picked up the camera and recorded this. Unable to  really control myself much longer and still smelling the aroma from her liquids, I dove down inside between her thighs and cleaned her out. I drove my tongue inside her vagina hole as far as I could, hoping I could taste her insides. It was a good night indeed, and although my wife had wet the bed a few times before (which will eventually end up on this blog), this was the first time I watched her fluids pour out uncontrollably. It’s also the  first time we got it on camera. Maybe one day we’ll share.

 

Ongoing log:

Sex in bed, me laying to the side, she squirted as she orgasmed.  Left huge wet spot on sheets.
69, me on top, she squirted as she came, sprayed my face, pillows, and wall.
69, her on top, she poured into my mouth as she orgasmed.
Sex, her on top, she squirted while we had sex.  Left my balls, bed, and penis soaked.
Forklift technique after full body massage.  Watched her orgasm and squirt, then leak fluid non stop, not urine for sure.
Sex, her on top purposely grinding her gspot, left my entire crotch wet, stomach, dick, balls, ass, sheet.
Anal sex, me laying to the side, she squirted as she orgasmed and left sheets wet.

Q&A: Sex twice a month?

2days
Pay day? Sex day?

Joanna from Michigan:

Dear Venice,

How do you have sex with your husband twice a day and not get wore out?  I have sex with my husband maybe 2 times a month and usually for the next few weeks  I am too sore to walk.  Is this because he is too big or is this normal?   If it’s normal, how do you manage to have sex so much?

Any advice would be appreciated!

Venice’s Response:

Hi Joanna.  Firstly, go to your OB and ask him/her if there is anything wrong with your body.  If you get the green light that everything is okay, move on to the rest of my answer.

It is very possible that your husband has such a large penis that it makes sex uncomfortable for you, but I highly doubt that’s the problem.  Your vagina is made to take the abuse from your partner, it’s what makes a woman so special.  A man can work all day lifting moving furniture, stressed out from his boss giving him too much overtime, come home, pull your panties off, and take out all the stress in his life out on your pussy.  It won’t break.  It’s also the same hole that gives birth to eight-pound babies.   Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and limping around for the next week, pride yourself in being fucked properly by your husband.  Most women would kill to have such a stud in the bedroom that for the next  week their thighs and vagina are sore.  In fact, that’s the exact feeling I go for when I have sex, which is why I beg Ryan to pound me out as hard as he can.  I like walking around the next day knowing I have bruises on my inner thighs and my lips are torn from being fucked right.   It makes me feel like a woman.

Perhaps part of you problem may be attitude.  Do not be a victim and pout around for a day about your vagina being sore.  If you want to take care of your husband each day, by all means do it!  Good luck to you both!

 Ryan’s response: 

It’s too bad your husband only gets to experience one of the greatest pleasures in our short lives twice a month because you are hung up on how your vagina feels after sex.  Venice burns the skin off of my penis half the time, but this doesn’t stop us from loving each other and being intimate each day.  It’s part of a healthy relationship to be sexually active with your partner, and I’d say if you tried having sex more than once a week, you’d get used to feeling like a real woman.  In fact, I believe you’d love it.

Condoms in Porn

 

Body Condom
Body condom: The future of porn?

After reading an article in the “L.A. Times” entitled “Porn stars oppose plan requiring condoms on adult-film sets,” I’m going to have to say that I agree with the porn stars on this one.  Most of them don’t wear condoms, but some do.  I, myself, have only seen condoms in a porn about 3 or 4 times.  People watch porn to jack off to, as an aid to foreplay, and to spice up their sex lives, and seeing a rubber on a guy might actually be a counterproductive measure.  Condoms mean precaution.  Condoms mean safety.  condoms mean sensibility.  When I watch a porn, the last thing I want to see are supposedly dirty, freaky people throwing caution to the wind.  When the guy cums, it’s not as dirty to see him shoot into a condom.
 
As the article stated, all adult film stars are required to undergo HIV and STD testing every 2-4 weeks, even though according to stopaids.org it takes most people 2-8 weeks for HIV antibodies to show up on a test (http://stopaids.org/resources/possible-exposure-hiv/time-it-takes-test-positive).  But I suppose they test so often that they believe they can detect HIV before more are infected by the time victim #1 is quarantined.
 
And what about dental dams? Can’t AIDS be transmitted through cuts and sores in the mouth, too? At least that’s what they told us in Sex Ed.  Are they going to have to start using dental dams too?  If they’re going to be forced to wear condoms, when will it end?
 
They’re adults. They understand (or at least) are aware of the the dangers associated with working in the porn industry. Like any other profession, you may experience bodily harm no matter how careful you are.  Nurses are exposed to infections, soldiers may get shot, and even secretaries get carpal tunnel disease. But like the porn star who can minimize his/her risk of communicable diseases by using a condom, nurses can get a flu shot, soldiers can work a non-infantry job, and secretaries can use ergonomic office furniture.  Or not.  No one should be “required” to do use anything.  Should employers provide these safety measures?  Yes.  
 
Sex is fun, exciting, dirty, and, for all intents and purposes, dangerous all wrapped into one.  Let them keep it that way.
 
 
 
Read the original article here:
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2012/09/porn-stars-oppose-plan-requiring-condoms-on-adult-film-sets.html 

Taxi Cab Confessions

Cab
The romantic cab setting.

After spending a few hours at a club in Downtown San Diego, my husband and I head back home. We drove our car, but we both decided to drink and take a taxi home. It is a humid evening and my husband is wearing a black and white plaid shirt with black jeans and I am wearing a short black skirt with a white halter top. As we stand outside of the club and wait for the taxi, drunk, we laugh at the people still waiting to get in. My husband’s breath smells like gum and White Russians as I kiss his soft, smooth lips and nibble on the edges. I move down his neck and smell the sweet aroma of his cologne mixed with his warm sweat. I undo his top button and lick his chest. We start kissing and my husband moves his hands up and down my back as I squeeze the bulge in his pants. The people in line stare at us making gasping sounds, but we are oblivious. I hear the faint brake as the taxi pulls up to the curb behind me. Ryan opens the door for me and I step in first. The air conditioner is on and it circulates the pina colada air freshener. The leather seats are cracked and sticky under my thighs. The cabbie, who is middle-aged with a scruffy beard and wearing an old Polo shirt, asks, “Where to?”   My husband gives him our address and looks back at me. I see his name with his picture on the dashboard: Robert Jones. “And take the scenic route, Mr. Jones,” I add. He puts the car in drive and accelerates away from the club. 

I reach for the lump under my husband’s pants again as I kiss him, “I can’t wait to fuck you Ryan,” I say. “I want you right now.” The cabbie hears the clicking of my husband’s buckle as I undo his belt. At first the he’s uncomfortable because he knows that I’ve pulled my man’s dick out. I put my warm mouth on it and immediately he starts to moan quietly. The cabbie looks into the rear view mirror and his suspicions are right: it is just  in the reflection with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. I reach under to rub my husband’s balls and he moans louder. I slide my mouth down lower, working my way to the base of his dick. My husband’s breathing is getting more intense as my lips get closer to his crotch. I sit up on my knees and now my ass is up in the air; it’s a lot easier to deep throat him now. I lower my mouth inch by inch and gag on his cock. My eyes start to water. It takes me a few tries but I finally swallow him down into my throat. I love feeling it deep in my mouth. I move my throat muscles and massage my husband’s cock. He reaches around and rubs the outside of my pussy lips. When he pulls his fingers away, my froth makes his fingers slick and slippery. I am dripping all over him. My husband sticks two fingers in me and they instantly become coated with the clear, sweet juices that ooze out of me as I swallow his cock.”Your pussy is so fucking wet, girl,” he says to me.  I look up at him and respond, “I only get wet for you,” before I swallow his entire manhood again. My husband lifts my skirt up over my back and exposes me. He licks his fingers clean and sticks them back in me. He fucks me with his fingers, quickly going in and out of me. I’m so wet that the cabbie can hear the loud smacking coming from between my legs. He looks at the rear view mirror and sees my husband’s hand sliding in and out of my pussy. He wants to turn around so bad to get a look at my clean shaven pussy, but he’s still afraid to. Ryan’s moans sound like helpless whimpers now. I bob my head up and down, every other thrust gliding his dick down my throat and covering him in slippery spit. The cabbie finally turns around and gets a glimpse of my ass, but it’s too dark. He sees my husband look at him and is embarrassed, but he can’t help but turn around again. “I want to fuck you so bad Ryan! Let me fuck you, PLEASE!” I beg. But I don’t wait. I straddle my husband’s thighs and sit on him reverse cowgirl. It’s a smooth dip onto his hard cock as the cabbie sees my hands grasp the headrest of the passenger seat. I moan in ecstasy and immediately feel his 8 plus inches hit the back of my vagina. I rock my hips as my nails dig into the seat in front of me. The cabbie undoes his pants too and pulls out his own dick. There is a thick puff of dark hair that sits under his shirt and leading down to his pubic area. He looks like he has never shaved in his life. His dick is short and thick; as he strokes it the cab slows down and we veer slightly to the right and into the other lane. “Keep your eyes on the damn road,” My husband orders him. His eyes go back and forth between my rising and falling body, my husband’s face in the mirror, and the road in front of him. I bounce on my husband faster and harder without trying to hit my head on the roof of the cab. I rest my head on the seat and let my husband grind in me. “Give me your finger,” I demand.  My husband obeys and I leave slimy spit on his finger down to his knuckle. “Stick it in my ass, baby. Let me feel you in both holes.” Ryan happily does it and now I’m whining in pleasure just inches from the cabbie’s face. “Fuck me hard, Ryan!”  My husband speeds up the pace of his pumping cock and the sound of my thighs landing on his legs echoes in the cab. I’m breathing hard; every time my husband’s dick beats deep into my pussy, he jars my body, making my breaths sound like hiccups. “Fuck my ass hard Ryan…show me how deep and far  you are going to cum in me!”

 

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