Making her squirt
32 yr old white guy from NY, I love halping women learn how to squirt, it's an intoxicating feeling. I have had a lot of older women in my life who trained me since I was young, in the techniques and art forms of pleasuring the female sex.
I'll never forget the first time I made a woman squirt. I was 19 and she was 27, we were at a music festival, she was the spokes model for Max Factor, we had met at a different festival earlier in that summer, she decided i would be her boytoy during her vacation. Who was I to deny her. She was mostly Cherokee with some european blood in there some where, grew up in Georgia. Tall, olive skin, kinky curly black hair, piercing hazel/green eyes, confident, sexual, womanly. Yet she had that arrogance you'd expect from a model working in NYC. She had dated, Chris Robinson (Black Crows) Shannon Hoon (Blind Melon) and had worked for MTV the summer prior to that one. I was just some innocent, carefree, hippie hick from the sticks of upstate NY.
Yes maybe naive to the ways of the hip city lifestyle, but i come from an interesting, well rounded, street smart, book smart, sarcastic, charming stock. She did not no how to figure me out and break me down, so this particular weekend, wanting to control my wild and wandering spirit, she decided to go with the tried and true method of fucking my brains out. From the moment we set up our tent and camp site, she pulled me inside and her mauling began.
For some reason between the ages of 16 and 21, older women, be it engaged, married, friends of my parents, teachers, neighbors, councelors, friends of my sisters, they all wanted me. Being my peak sexual years in the sense of recovery more than anything else was probably one factor. Point being, the difference between girls my age and the women I was experiencing sexuality with is.....communication. They know what they want(me), when they want it(as much as humanly possible) and how they wanted it(ever changing). I am/was a good listener, quick learner, and extremely willing student, adventerous, spontaneous and was curious and passionate to experience it all.
I loved the transition that would take place throught the course of these relationships. Begining with me being a cute, shy teenage boy with an impossible crush on these older, beautiful, unattainable lady's, i've always had a flirty, charming, cool, confidance about me, and when i saw something I wanted, the patience a cat shows while stalking it's prey. It's a patience almost on the verge of indifference. It drove these women wild. The smart shy act, draws the target into believing they are the ones that are instigating the first move. Once that move has been made and that boundry crossed, the story changes.
I was taught through pictures, and being able to ask all kinds of questions, how to orally please women when I was 13. My older sister sat me down and gave me the speech, saying she wished someone had for her when she was my age, so when i had my first experience, i was 16 and the woman who was my biology tutor was 20, she couldn't tell i was a virgin because i knew what to do, well that was until penetration and the 2 minutes i lasted. The greatest thing sexually for a guy at that age though is being able to bounce back a few minutes later and stamina quickly develops.
One thing I learned as well, was that if you are skillful and show a hunger for orally servicing a woman and providing them with the first orgasam, they show more of a willingness to return the favor.
Back to being mauled by my cherokee beauty, and our twisting and grinding, kissing and thrusting, sucking and moaning, sweating and panting, biting and licking, riding and wrestling, I flipped her around, and pinning her on the ground, I began working my way down and then further down and down, then tasting and touching you tease, tantalize, a tiny bit of torture and torment. It's all about building, edging, a boiling up of the blood, the lust, the urge, the passion, the want, no no the need, the need to release, and the pull back, the slight, soft come down, not to far, just enough togive the feeling of hanging on, suspended, a kind of sensual revving, anticipating the hoped for lift off, ebb and flo, ebb and flo. Then come the hands begining with one and moving to two not counting the tongue we end up at three. 3 that sounds odd but it's not you will see. It's a spreading of the lips and a licking of the clit, a movement with a finger, which asks one to come here. Next is a push and a pull up elevating the man in the boat and exposing the hidden secret of the holy tunnel, a press, lick, thrust and come here, add some twisting and sucking and as she thrashes, place her hand above the mound, having her hold herself open to you. Previous hand is the key to our plan, for in it's freedom to enter your fray, it now presses forward, but his attacks not upwards he's downwards, now the walls are stretched out feeling full on either side, like a snowman in spring the moisture starts to pool, a squishy, squashy, slushy, juicy sound begins to arrise, the nectar is now sweeter and her musk will be heavens scent. keep licking and twisting, penetrating with intent, like a surfer, catch the waves, ride em, and guide em, then keep up the pace and take those wild mares legs, the moment might become meditative and very, very moist, and she may begin to feel confused and unsure, affraid to let go, this is the last and final and hardest to pass road block, the goal is now at hand...and tongue. Plow forward and crash that silly fence, and remember the burst, the gush, that's the glory, it's not gory, it's divine. Don't be scared it's not pee, it's a game changer, maybe something even stranger like a binding or a freeing, it's a spraying not her peeing, then in you forever she's believing.
~J
I'll never forget the first time I made a woman squirt. I was 19 and she was 27, we were at a music festival, she was the spokes model for Max Factor, we had met at a different festival earlier in that summer, she decided i would be her boytoy during her vacation. Who was I to deny her. She was mostly Cherokee with some european blood in there some where, grew up in Georgia. Tall, olive skin, kinky curly black hair, piercing hazel/green eyes, confident, sexual, womanly. Yet she had that arrogance you'd expect from a model working in NYC. She had dated, Chris Robinson (Black Crows) Shannon Hoon (Blind Melon) and had worked for MTV the summer prior to that one. I was just some innocent, carefree, hippie hick from the sticks of upstate NY.
Yes maybe naive to the ways of the hip city lifestyle, but i come from an interesting, well rounded, street smart, book smart, sarcastic, charming stock. She did not no how to figure me out and break me down, so this particular weekend, wanting to control my wild and wandering spirit, she decided to go with the tried and true method of fucking my brains out. From the moment we set up our tent and camp site, she pulled me inside and her mauling began.
For some reason between the ages of 16 and 21, older women, be it engaged, married, friends of my parents, teachers, neighbors, councelors, friends of my sisters, they all wanted me. Being my peak sexual years in the sense of recovery more than anything else was probably one factor. Point being, the difference between girls my age and the women I was experiencing sexuality with is.....communication. They know what they want(me), when they want it(as much as humanly possible) and how they wanted it(ever changing). I am/was a good listener, quick learner, and extremely willing student, adventerous, spontaneous and was curious and passionate to experience it all.
I loved the transition that would take place throught the course of these relationships. Begining with me being a cute, shy teenage boy with an impossible crush on these older, beautiful, unattainable lady's, i've always had a flirty, charming, cool, confidance about me, and when i saw something I wanted, the patience a cat shows while stalking it's prey. It's a patience almost on the verge of indifference. It drove these women wild. The smart shy act, draws the target into believing they are the ones that are instigating the first move. Once that move has been made and that boundry crossed, the story changes.
I was taught through pictures, and being able to ask all kinds of questions, how to orally please women when I was 13. My older sister sat me down and gave me the speech, saying she wished someone had for her when she was my age, so when i had my first experience, i was 16 and the woman who was my biology tutor was 20, she couldn't tell i was a virgin because i knew what to do, well that was until penetration and the 2 minutes i lasted. The greatest thing sexually for a guy at that age though is being able to bounce back a few minutes later and stamina quickly develops.
One thing I learned as well, was that if you are skillful and show a hunger for orally servicing a woman and providing them with the first orgasam, they show more of a willingness to return the favor.
Back to being mauled by my cherokee beauty, and our twisting and grinding, kissing and thrusting, sucking and moaning, sweating and panting, biting and licking, riding and wrestling, I flipped her around, and pinning her on the ground, I began working my way down and then further down and down, then tasting and touching you tease, tantalize, a tiny bit of torture and torment. It's all about building, edging, a boiling up of the blood, the lust, the urge, the passion, the want, no no the need, the need to release, and the pull back, the slight, soft come down, not to far, just enough togive the feeling of hanging on, suspended, a kind of sensual revving, anticipating the hoped for lift off, ebb and flo, ebb and flo. Then come the hands begining with one and moving to two not counting the tongue we end up at three. 3 that sounds odd but it's not you will see. It's a spreading of the lips and a licking of the clit, a movement with a finger, which asks one to come here. Next is a push and a pull up elevating the man in the boat and exposing the hidden secret of the holy tunnel, a press, lick, thrust and come here, add some twisting and sucking and as she thrashes, place her hand above the mound, having her hold herself open to you. Previous hand is the key to our plan, for in it's freedom to enter your fray, it now presses forward, but his attacks not upwards he's downwards, now the walls are stretched out feeling full on either side, like a snowman in spring the moisture starts to pool, a squishy, squashy, slushy, juicy sound begins to arrise, the nectar is now sweeter and her musk will be heavens scent. keep licking and twisting, penetrating with intent, like a surfer, catch the waves, ride em, and guide em, then keep up the pace and take those wild mares legs, the moment might become meditative and very, very moist, and she may begin to feel confused and unsure, affraid to let go, this is the last and final and hardest to pass road block, the goal is now at hand...and tongue. Plow forward and crash that silly fence, and remember the burst, the gush, that's the glory, it's not gory, it's divine. Don't be scared it's not pee, it's a game changer, maybe something even stranger like a binding or a freeing, it's a spraying not her peeing, then in you forever she's believing.
~J
13 年 前
