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Milestone Part II

So where did I leave off? Oh, yeah, the whole squirting thing. Turns out I'm the first woman he's ever been with who could do that. He had lots of questions -- "What does it feel like? Does it feel like a regular orgasm? How'd you first know you could do that?" 

I answered respectively: "It feels amazing. It's almost hard to describe but the best way I can describe it is releasing of pressure. It feels like I'm releasing pressure in my vagina. It feels like I have to urinate at first, but then it heightens to a sexual feeling, and all I want to do is push

"A regular orgasm feels more like contractions, squirting feels more like pressure. Squirting is more intense, but on a different level -- the intensity is in the release. When I push out, the release is what feels so effing good. It's all about the release. When I have a regular orgasm (clitoral), I can feel it all over my body. It's a lovely feeling. More romantic, sensual. Squirting feels more primal. 

"A Guy I used to date took me into a bathroom at some party, and gave me the best hand job this side of Nevada. Before I knew it, I had the whole bathroom floor wet. The feeling was so amazing, I was literally speechless for about five minutes. I remember we were driving back to his house and I kept saying, 'Do it again! Do it again!' That's how good it felt." 

"Wow," he said, "So I take it I did a good job?"

"A fantastic job." 

Saturday afternoon, he drove me home, and as I got out of his car, I jokingly reached into my leggings and checked for my underwear. "Just making sure, "I said. He winked. When inside my apartment, I flopped down on my bed, exhausted. What did I just do?, I thought. You had really good sex, I answered back.

Do I want more? "Yes." 

No, do I want mooooore? 

The answer to that question needs more thought. 

So I'm thinking.

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