Do You Squirt?

The story of how I found out

He asks her the question as they work their way down what resembles a comprehensive checklist of kinks and sexual preferences.

Before meeting him, she’d never shared her desires and wishes with anyone to this extent. She’d had a hard time discussing intimacy at all, especially without blushing profusely and stumbling over her own words. Besides, with little experience beyond mediocre, fifteen-minute ordeals, it never seemed like much to dissect anyway. Therefore, her answer to most of his questions, including this one was;

—I’m not sure, but let’s find out…

She used to think that talking about sex before the act ruined the spontaneity and the magic, but he was quickly proving her wrong. More aroused than she let on, she felt herself getting soaked and tingly in apprehension. What was he planning?

Already clued into his level of experience, as well as his depraved creativity, she watched his wheels turn. Meanwhile, she imagined him puzzling together all of her answers into a bespoke ‘play-session’ that would inaugurate her into his world.

She could hardly sit still.

—I guess we’ll find out, he responded with a flirty smirk.

Hidden behind satin blindfolds she has few clues as to what he’s about to do to her. The door opens, letting in a draft that covers her skin in a blanket of tiny beads; Each pore rising like perked polyps. Quivering with anticipation she sharpens her other senses and tunes into the tell-tale noises:

Thump — thump — thump

The stomping of heavy boots approaching and his warm breath on her neck as he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls; hard.

Good girl!

The whisper of his calm, yet firm voice before two fingers tap the point between her shoulder blades, just hard enough to force her onto all fours.

Jingle — jangle — swoosh

The allusion to his unbuckling belt, chased by the sting of cold leather striking her already glowing ass.

Clink — clank — clink

The clatter of metal chains, followed by a sharp pinch in each nipple that grows dull and warm as it spreads throughout her body.

—Turn around, he instructs.

With her legs off the bed, he gently removes her panties to reveal the only part that has yet to be touched. His fingers melt into her. The ensuing smacking noises make her cheeks flush in bashful delight.

After softly investigating, he points upwards towards her belly and picks up the pace until he nearly slams into her. Electric waves travel up her spine. She responds to the curious amusement by arching her back in euphoria, unable to contain her loud moans. The newfound pleasures she’s lacking words to describe continue to grow until she can’t hold it any longer.

—Let go! he commands.

Ascending into apogee, another brand new feeling distends from her center and trembles through to her extremities.

—Ohmygod! What just happened? she stutters while catching her breath.

Without saying a word he leads her by her collar and places her, kneeling, beside the bed. Still blinded, he guides her hands to find a slippery puddle on the floor.

—Wait! What? I did that?

Awestruck and in wonder she lets her fingers glide through the viscous wetness on the wooden boards.

—I guess this answers my question, he affirms with an indisputable air of self-satisfaction before tossing her back onto the mattress.