The Ecstasy of Squirting: A Tale of Self-Pleasure and Discovery

By Fat Redd

It was a hot summer evening, and Emily was feeling particularly horny. She had just gotten out of a long, steamy shower and was now lying naked on her bed, her body still glistening with droplets of water. She reached down between her legs and began to gently stroke her pussy, her fingers slipping easily through her slick folds.

As she continued to touch herself, Emily couldn’t help but think about how much she wanted to cum. She closed her eyes and imagined her boyfriend’s tongue on her clit, his fingers deep inside of her. She let out a low moan as she felt her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around her fingers.

Just as she was about to cum, Emily felt a sudden gush of fluid spurt from her pussy, soaking the bed beneath her. She gasped in surprise, her eyes flying open as she felt another wave of pleasure wash over her. She had never squirted before, and the sensation was intense and overwhelming.

Emily continued to touch herself, her fingers moving faster and faster as she chased her orgasm. She moaned and whimpered as she felt another gush of fluid spurt from her pussy, this one even stronger than the first. She was cumming harder than she ever had before, her body shaking with pleasure.

As she came down from her orgasm, Emily couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and amazement at what she had just experienced. She had never known she was capable of squirting, and the thought of it turned her on even more.

Over the next few days, Emily found herself thinking about squirting all the time. She couldn’t wait to try it again, to see if she could make herself cum even harder than before. And so, one night, she found herself alone in her bedroom once again, her fingers buried deep in her pussy as she chased her next orgasm.

This time, Emily was determined to make herself squirt even harder than before. She rubbed her clit in fast, circular motions, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster and faster. “I’m gonna squirt, I can feel it.”

And then, just as she had imagined, Emily felt a huge gush of fluid spurt from her pussy, soaking the bed beneath her. She cried out in pleasure as she felt another wave of orgasm wash over her, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

As she came down from her high, Emily couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride at what she had just accomplished. She had never known she was capable of such pleasure, and the thought of it turned her on even more.

From that day on, Emily made sure to set aside time every day to masturbate and squirt. It had become her favorite way to relieve stress and relax, and she couldn’t imagine her life without it.