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.

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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The Best Movie Ever

 
Popcorn
Smack that buttery ass.
The best movie ever…and I have no idea what the movie was.  I remember Venice  and I sitting in the back of the theater, eating popcorn and watching the endless previews prior to the movie starting.  Venice was wearing a sexy sundress and smelling amazing.  Maybe it’s the smell of buttered popcorn and lotion, but I felt myself growing in my jeans like I was back in 6th grade.  Venice reached over, like she normally does, to playfully touch my crotch and say something cute about how she loves my penis.  As her hand touched, she stopped and looked at me.  Surprised at what she felt, she let her hand follow my hard shaft up to its head.  As she reached my belt, she felt my head, slightly sticking out my pantsline under my shirt.  Without looking around or caring, she immediately unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and freed my dick from its denim prison. She then puilled my pants lower so my balls can  flop out in the middle of the theater.  She was sitting to my left so her left hand is massaging my scrotum as she strokes my penis with  her right.  The previews now ending and the movie starting, she lowers her head into my lap and begins to put on the best show I’ve ever been to.  I reach around her back down to her ass, lift up her skirt and expose it to anyone who walks in.  I notice she isn’t wearing panties and my already painfully hard erection gets harder.  I slide my middle finger in her pussy and can feel the juices dripping down her lips.  At the same time, I am paranoid someone will see what we are doing, so I focus my mind on letting go of my cum as quick as I could.  The orgasm inside my balls is growing, her head is  moving wildly.  She takes her hands off my balls and puts both hands on my shaft as she strokes hard and sucks on my head.  I feel like I am going to cum and begin to lower myself in my chair.  She notices what is going and decides she wants to do more than just feel this rock solid penis between her lips: she wants it deep in her body. She lefts her skirt up and walks over to me lap.  She slowly  sits on my penis as I slide inside her wet vagina.  She begins to grind her hips and watch the movie at the same time.  I can feel the back of her pussy as she stirs her insides with my dick.  With each movement, I can feel the head of my penis bending back and forth, opening my penis hole to rub our insides together.   I cannot see the movie, just her shoulders, ass, and back of her head.   The orgasm feeling again grows and  I start to move a little in my seat.  She feels my movement and decides she needs to switch things up before I explode inside her.  She slowly puts her ass up, grabs my dick through her own legs, and puts my dick head on her asshole.  At this point I am ready to cum on her anus before I ever feel inside her.  My balls are aching and my penis feels like it’s going to rip out of it’s skin.  As she slides the tip of my head into her ass, she changes her mind and sits off to my left side.  She again starts stroking my dick and sucking. No longer able to hold off my orgasm, I release.  As I unload, I grab the back of her head and shove her face into my crotch.  She moans and slides her whole mouth over all of my penis as I pump into her throat.   I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes.  She sucks her pussy juices off me and makes sure to clean any left over cum that is still dripping from my head. She then sits back, wipes my dick with the handful of movie theater napkins she typically grabs, and zips my pants back up.  When I open my eyes she is sitting to my left, not paying attention to me, eating popcorn and watching the movie.   She never looked more beautiful.

Making My Cum Hers

Pussy Whipped
Whip it real good.
My wife loves my semen. She may one day make a blog explaining what it is about this fluid that comes out of my penis that she loves so much, but for as long as we’ve been having sex, she hasn’t let me go a day without putting some of it in her body. Whether it be deepthroating and tube feeding my semen directly into her belly, cumming in her mouth and watching her play with it before she swallows, unloading everything in my prostate and balls into her vagina or ass, or pulling out after sex and letting her watch me shoot my large load into her hands so she can drink it in front of me, she loves my cum. I love her. In fact, the way she treats my body and fluids makes me think of her throughout the day. Maybe that is her plan. In the mornings, when she asks for me to cum in her, it usually sounds like, “Oh my god, cum in me so I can take you to work with me.” If I cum in her ass or vagina, she will clean her lips or ass, but she will not push my fluids out. During the day I will get a text message saying she feels me leaking down her legs or that my cum has soaked through the crotch of her panties. This drives me insane and keeps her on my mind. In fact, I think it keeps me wrapped around her finger. How does a woman have so much control over me, yet lets me release all my aggression and semen into her body daily? I used to have sex and know when I finished, the girl would blink in fear of my cum shots or make a funny face as she swallowed my juices. They didn’t love it, they did it because I had power over them and they wanted to please me. I was in complete control and my shots of semen were a symbol of my manhood. If they squinted because they were worried it would land on their face, I loved it. They had no control and no power over me. Did I love them? No. Probably because it was too easy. Probably because I couldn’t enjoy myself knowing they were faking the need for my manhood. Or maybe deep down inside I wanted to be a man, but have a balance. My wife is that balance. She makes me feel like such a man, a wanted man, yet I feel an endless amount of appreciation for the feelings she gives me. Sometimes I have to ask myself if my wife loves my cum or just loves to keep my whipped and loyal. She doesn’t squint before I cum, she pulls at my balls and demands I cum on her face and mouth. She doesn’t make a funny face before she swallows, she swallows and pulls at my penis and begs for more. If any of my cum drops on our bodies – between my fingers, on my balls, wherever – she immediately laps it up. If it gets on her chin, she’ll wipe it with the back of her hand and lick herself clean.  She has successfully turned me into a guy who cannot even watch porn without thinking of her and the things she does better than any “paid professional” do on video. 
  
A woman that makes your orgasm hers really has this relationship thing really figured out.

Deepthroating: My Introduction

 
Deepthroat
Yummy banana.
What is deepthroating?
My definition of “Deepthroating” is taking a dick past the soft palate in your mouth and sliding it down into your throat.

 

My First (Real) Deepthroat
 The first time I heard about deepthroating was from a girlfriend of mine in high school. Not only did I hear about it, but they shared a video of her performing the act.  I can remember thinking that her boyfriend’s penis was small, but they both seemed happy.  And I admit, to my young eyes her technique was amazing.  She could take his penis and put it all in her mouth, and then lick his balls (see article: “Oral Techniques“). Although she bragged about her deepthroat prowess, in my mind I called it “deep mouthing.”  By the looks of it, I doubt his penis was even hitting the back of her mouth.  When I met my husband, Ryan, I guess I was a bit cocky. Maybe I was competitive with my girlfriends but that old video stuck in my mind and I knew I could do it better than my friend.  I was going to take all of him easy, I didn’t care he was 6’4 and I was just a little Filipino girl.   And then I realized, all men aren’t built the same.  I tried to take Ryan’s longer, fatter dick deep in my throat, and almost gagged immediately. His head hit my soft palate and my lips were only at the edge of his circumcision scar, which was not even a third of the way down. Ryan would grind his hips into my mouth, but his dick would just bend and I would eventually gag and switch to only sucking and kissing on the tip of his penis. Although at the time I didn’t realize I wasn’t deepthroating him (it felt deep), I just figured I was deepthroating as much as I could. If Ryan asked me to deepthroat, I would stick his dick back as far as I could in my mouth and press it hard against the back of my tongue and soft palate. The pressure from my tongue (coupled with my panic of choking/gagging) kept my throat closed and his dick from going down any further. I wasn’t doing it on purpose; it was an instinct to keep me from feeling like I was going to choke. After I’d press for a few seconds, I would gag and Ryan would give me positive reinforcement by saying, “Good girl.” I was naïve to believe that deepthroating just meant putting as much of the dick in your mouth as possible, but my husband was happy I was at least trying and I just felt his penis was too big.

 

What is a true deepthroat?
You have the hard palate and the soft palate.  It takes a little bit of coaxing to get your man’s dick past the soft palate because you’re not used to having something so big and wide in your throat.  You have to remind yourself that you will not choke on it; you can lift up or pull away if you “feel” you are in danger.  Additionally, if the dick is really in your throat you will NOT be able to breathe.  If you can breathe, you’re doing it wrong.  A true deepthroat will cover your entire throat and prevent air from going in or out.  I was intimidated at first because my husband’s dick circumference is nearly 6” around and during the first few days of learning, it was like a bee stung me in my neck and my throat was closing up.

When my husband asked if I was willing to learn how to really deepthroat, I was down for the challenge.  And yes, there was a lot of watery eyes, coughing, and gagging at first, but only because I didn’t know the proper techniques or that there were even techniques to learn.  I thought it was as simple as swallowing or eating.  But it truly is an art.  I tried to look it up online, but I didn’t get too much help.  I knew then I was going to have to learn by hands-on experiences.  Quitting was not an option.

Continued: My Experience Learning To Deepthroat

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