Post-Orgasm Come-Lubed Ecstasy
When we first started fucking again we usually went on for hours. Circumstances in our lives at the time made it possible. I discovered much about my body that I hadn't known before. Or maybe my body had simply changed. After all, virtually a decade had passed with no meaningful sexual encounters, so the differences were striking.
The first change we noticed, of course, was that my libido had basically shot through the roof. We went from zero sexual encounters per week up to an average of 5. Plus self-pleasure in between.
The second change we noticed was how wet I got. I started getting very wet. Deliciously slick and slippery.
Another something we discovered was that regardless of number of orgasms had while fucking, I often needed a little something extra once we were done. Especially if my pussy was full of his come. I needed to feel it slipping through my lips, and then use it as lube to bring myself to another orgasm. I admit this as a fetish.
It was during the exploration of post-orgasm come-lubed self-pleasure that I ejaculated for the first time and it shocked us both. Since then it has happened frequently, but it doesn't happen every time.
Despite the existence of how-tos for just about anything sexual, I'm not sure that there is a hard and fast "tab A into slot B = squirt" sort of diagram. For me, it comes down to three things:
If the circumstances are right, my whole vulva will be swollen and exceedingly sensitive. My body and mind will both be in a state of ecstatic desire. My g-spot will feel engorged to the point that the slightest fingertip pressure makes me want to explode. Does it feel like I need to pee? Not...really. It feels more like pressure that needs to release.
As I become more abandoned and relinquish conscious control over the PC muscles (which I usually hold tight in anticipation of orgasm because it feels SO good), that's when there's an opening for ejaculation to happen. In the moment it's always a shock. I've shot all over D's face, his legs, his belly, and of course our bed, the floor, etc. The explosion doesn't come with an orgasm. It usually happens moments before the orgasm fully develops. I rarely ejaculate with his cock inside; it's almost always a result of rather intense fingering or oral.
So here's the rub: squirting is fun and crazy in the moment, but, for me at least, it doesn't feel any more amazing than an orgasm. And maybe that's because the shock sometimes puts my orgasm off. Not squirting doesn't take away from the sheer enjoyment of fucking one little bit.
Squirting was never a goal for me. It's just something that happened. And then happened again. And then I figured out the mechanics for my body. However, it's serendipitous; never a goal or end in itself.
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