squirting – Ivy

So, to cap off the day of blushy stories and fantasies and answering questions is probably the blushiest story of all so bear with me on this one.

I hung out with Flint yesterday, and he was teasing my pussy while we were on my bed. He’d laid out a towel and I was bucking a little against his hand when he asked, “so, have you ever squirted?" He hooked his fingers up into my pussy, starting on my g-spot for a moment before shifting deeper.

"Yeah,” I replied. “Once, the first time somebody went down on me. My pussy was just kind of like…wow…”

He applied pressure to my pubis, kneading his fist against my skin. I felt something inside me well up. It was familiar, but there was a foreignness to it without an orgasm accompanying it. It felt almost mechanical, like something was being wrenched out of me.

“…but, that was it.” I finished, somehow in denial of what was going on below my waist.

Flint drew his fingers out of my pussy, flicking it into my face.

“Did I just…” My eyes widened.

He was grinning. “You want to do it again?”

nymphoninjas:

nymphoninjas

s-exploits:

Girlfriend & I have been doing so well lately, honestly the strongest we’ve been since we began lusting for each other a few springs ago. There’s been some challenging moments since she’s recently decided to explore our openness (previously, I have been, with a minor exception, the only one to date outside our relationship) but overall, we’re better than ever.

Last night, after she’d had a kinda shitty date with her new fling, she invited me over. I was hesitant at first, knowing that she’d just been doting over someone else, but I really wanted to see my girl regardless. So at midnight in 40 degree weather, I biked across town to her apartment as fast as I could; for some reason it just felt urgent. As she cuddled me under the covers, warming me up, she asked why I had rushed so. That’s when it came out: “Because I love you.” Somewhat unplanned, completely genuine.

While she’s said those heavy words to me before, I’d repeatedly skirted reciprocation. I’ve always loved her in some capacity, but I was dealing with some residual bullshit from previous loves & simply wasn’t ready to verbally match her sentiment. So as you’d imagine she was quite elated to finally hear me say those three little words.

We basked for a bit in the warmth of shared love for awhile, kissing sweetly & holding each other, but eventually I could feel her wetness on my bare leg. She wanted to celebrate. I positioned myself on her already nude body as if we were going to 69, but I told her to relax & not to touch me. I teased her clit with my tongue until she squirmed under me, needing to be filled. She came a few times this way, but I was determined to make her orgasm. For a few minutes I sucked her little button & pushed two fingers in & out of her pussy slowly until her moans plateaued. Then I abruptly sat up on her belly & fucked her with one finger as fast, deep, & hard as I could. Almost immediately, she orgasmed so intensely she squirted the way I thought only pornstars could. She’d squirted a few times before, but only a little bit in comparison. Honestly, I’m still in awe. I haven’t been so happy in who knows how long.

Long story short: Love is so powerful it can induce squirting.

This. All of this.