The first time I ever experienced squirting, I wasn’t the one doing it; I was in a sex club in Seoul, fingering a dreamily beautiful young woman who suddenly gushed all over my hand. I stopped what I was doing out of pure surprise only to have the people around me prompt me to keep going. By the time she was done, the whole floor around her and my dress were covered in her ejaculate. Although I’d read and heard a LOT of accounts of squirting, I didn’t expect it to be that much fluid! It was incredible – even though it’s totally a normal thing that a load of women do on the regular, I felt like I’d just witnessed a rare and colorful bird flying by.
I chalk this up to all the “How to Make Any Woman Squirt” articles that have popped up across magazines, websites, and YouTube videos in the past few years. Although squirting has been a documented phenomenon for centuries, the way it’s been covered in mass media in the past five years – as something you “get” women to do if you’re a rock star lover – has made squirting feel like winning an impossible video game rather than just experiencing a cool thing that some women’s bodies do.
Perhaps it’s just me, but it also seems that because of this, the pressure is on to learn how to squirt in order to please your partners – much like there’s pressure on young women to engage in anal sex and deep throating even if they’re not into it. That being said, I’ve also read a lot of personal accounts of women squirting and their partners not being very sensitive about it (read: having an irrational freak out), which prompted them to feel bad about their bodies for ridiculous lengths of time… so maybe, like much of women’s sexuality, it’s a damned-if-you-do and damned-if-you-don’t thing.
As for me – I thought I’d never squirt because it’s just something that my body had never done. I’m a super juicy girl; it takes very little arousal for me to become wet (like, soaking through my panties onto my pants wet), but I’d never full-on squirted… and then it happened in Malawi. The Engineer was going down on me and pressing his fingers deep into my G-spot; when I came, it was all over his face and the sheets. I laughed when he looked up, his smiling face dripping with my juices. Luckily he laughed too, and when he came up to smear my own wetness on my face, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him fully before we showered and went out to the beach to let the sheets dry. It hasn’t happened since, so maybe it’s a one-time thing for me. At any rate, my personal feelings on squirting are this: It’s hot when it happens, but no woman should ever feel pressured to do it if she’s not into it or shamed if she does. As Emily Nagoski says over and over and over in Come As You Are, we’re all normal, and squirting (or not) is a part of that.
Photo taken from Pixabay; credit: ariesa66.