Erotic Flash Fiction
The Night a Stranger Made Me Squirt
If I hadn’t had casual sex, I never would’ve known I could squirt
There’s an art to being with someone new. For some, it can be frustrating when a new partner doesn’t know how to get you off according to your default button. On the other hand, some women, like myself, have had a stranger open a door that had been shut with a high-grade padlock. If I hadn’t dabbled in casual sex then I never would’ve known I could squirt, or make another woman squirt. I already confessed how I made her squirt on the beaches of Hedo, but I never told you about the time a man made me squirt for the first time.
A few years ago my partner and I explored the sex-clubs, as I write about in Popping my Sex-Club Cherry. We began by observing and studying the sexual liberty of those who frequented the clubs, but that night, we starred in the climax. We exchanged pleasantries on the dance floor, they asked for more, and we walked out to the hotel. I entered the room with no expectations, and being a newbie and all, I guess he sensed I needed a ton of relaxing and unwinding — you know the term uptight? wound up? That’s me sometimes.
Also, I am a giver and pleaser so most men like that, and take of that. I am not used to being told to relax. I mean sometimes I am but not like this. He hushed me all the way there. For what felt like a good hour. Every time I tried to lift my head because I was so conditioned to do something, he told me to relax, and to simply do nothing; that he had this, and I was to relax.
I bought the ticket, took the ride, stayed on that ship, hung on tight, and then let go. Eventually, I relaxed, because Anthony, an Italian stallion, let me: a complete stranger granted me that gift, unconditionally and wholeheartedly. I hate to say it but that selflessness does not come naturally to all lovers.
At one point, I found myself in the zone like I was floating, singing, and spinning in rhymes until a stream of water shot out from without of me. He said we have a squirter. I said something like what the actual fuck. So did my partner; he then mumbled something to Anthony about me never having done that before.
A complete stranger opened my floodgates of passion, so to speak. He released my freak: after that, I was a chaser or a pusher, I couldn’t tell the difference anymore — chasing pussy, dicks, and tricks.
My partner and I were so aroused by the experience of that gift, that this isn’t just the first night a man made me squirt, but also the first night I fucked another man in a very long time. Many years of monogamy were kissed goodbye that night. I guess I made a pretty good decision because Anthony earned it. It all happened and progressed so naturally and consensually, he was always checking in that everyone was still doing well and comfortable.
He made my body full. I looked over at my partner. We had no idea how turned on we would be from him watching and wanting me. It was as if he was fucking me with his eyes as Anthony pounded me. His date was sensual and exotic, but we didn’t interact that much, and my partner and her didn’t hit it off too much, but they enjoyed watching our sparks fly so it worked out. Luckily, everyone was happy that I was happy. Those are the best nights.
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