Squirting. Heard of it? I would be very surprised if you answered no. The word itself conjures an intense visual; wet, naked bodies, tangled up in various passionate positions and fluid of some kind, squirting brazenly through the air.
Why I Did Not Like Squirting
The act of squirting could be considered a sexual trend of the past few years. It's become very popular in pornography and many people are curious about it. Plus, there's plenty of conflicting research out there about what it is and how it works to keep things interesting. All in all though, it's considered a bit of a sexual, orgasmic nirvana.
That may be true for some people, but it wasn't true for me. In fact, I didn't like squirting. Here's why.
My Personal Introduction to Squirting
Until a year or so ago, I hadn’t even heard the term "squirting." Then, during what shall henceforth be referred to as the "Internet dating fiasco of 2016," I had not only heard of it, I got to experience it firsthand.
Squirting refers to a woman’s ability to release fluid sex play. This typically happens as a result of G-spot stimulation. According to some research, the origin of the fluid is the bladder. In other words, it’s pee.
Hold on a second. Pee? Seriously? In fact, there is some debate around what this fluid actually is. Why is it that the female reproductive organs continue to remain somewhat of a mystery? The latest research suggests that contains some prostatic-specific antigen (PSA), an enzyme that is part of the “true” female ejaculate. PSA, produced in men by the prostate gland, is more commonly associated with male ejaculate, where its presence helps sperm to swim.
Many of the articles that focus on squirting state that it can be synonymous with climaxing. But not everyone experiences squirting as part of orgasm. For those of us that do, not all enjoy it or find it pleasurable.
It Happened to Me ... and I Hated It
Back to my story.
Picture it: A sex-starved woman (me) meets cute, younger guy online. We have what can only be described as a two-hour sex marathon during which he managed to make me squirt at least a half-dozen times. He was so proud of his ability to make my body expel copious amounts of mystery fluid that he did it over and over again.
As the one on the receiving end of this experience, I did not have the heart to tell him that it was in no way orgasmic. I kept thinking, “Here we go again.” Then, he’d work my body in such a way that it produced copious amounts of fluid. It felt quite literally like my body was involuntarily urinating which, for me, did not feel the least bit erotic or sexy. Every single time it would happen I was shocked at the sheer amount of fluid that came out.
Where was it coming from? Shouldn't I have run out of fluid by now? Please, can I run out of fluid now?
My partner was just proud as a peacock and I didn’t want to interrupt the mood and burst his bubble. Plus, I found pleasure in the fact that he clearly got off on making me squirt; and so it went. For hours.
Besides the squirting, the actual sex was fantastic! On the dining room table, on the bed, in the kitchen, back to the bed - it was a much-needed physical romp with a great guy. But holy hell. The squirting was literally just that. When it was actually happening, all I could think was, “What the utter fuck is that?” The sensation, for me, wasn't orgasmic - tt was just messy and really, really wet. Fluid in amounts so voluminous that I had to change my sheets and my mattress cover and put towels down around the bed. As a single mother of two, I did not need any more laundry to do!
Squirting Isn't for Everyone
I can squirt, but the experience just isn't for me. I do not find it pleasurable or erotic. And you know what? I'm OK with that. I tried something new, exciting, and different with a cute and great guy that I trusted. Now I can now check it off of my list of sexual things to try. Been there, done that. Onto the next ...
Amy is a newly single mother of two amazing children. She believes in vulnerability, rawness, open mindedness, truth, honesty and swearing a lot. She is workingher way through PTSD, trauma, codependency, her views on polyamory, her father’s death when she was 9 years old, and a recent divorce. None of it is pretty. Life just isn’t.