Puddle Jumper

So the other day, Taylor and I were fuckin’ away.  I was propped up on the Wedge, ass up, head down.  I’d already gotten off once and could tell he was about to.  So I squeezed my kegel muscles super tight…

And squirted a stream that hit my knees.

It left a huge puddle on my bed.

Now I’ve been squirting for awhile but usually it’s just a trickle.  A small amount that sort of seeps out rather than gushing or actually squirting.  It also usually happens as I’m having a g-spot orgasm.

This time?  It was like the spray from a super soaker.  And I was not having any kind of orgasm as it happened.

How odd is that????

Yesterday, I headed to bed with my book.  It was getting late and I had to be up at the ass crack of dawn this morning. (Well, okay, seven thirty, but still…)  Taylor came into the room, grinning.  Lifted the covers, slid underneath them and promptly raspberried my pussy.  Repeatedly.

It tickled.  I squealed.  He started doing amazing, mind numbing things with his tongue.  I squealed some more, only in a different pitch.

Then he slid up, slipped his dick in me and proceeded to fuck me blind in about two point two minutes.

We both got off, he rolled outta the bed and said “That was hamster sex!” and went back to doing whatever he was doing on his computer before he came in.

Hamster sex????????????

I did “porn” as word of the week this week for Eden Cafe.  My favorite definition?  One form of sexuality where a woman farts naked on a cake.

I laughed for nearly an hour.  I’m still laughing every time I think about it.

I mean…. what???????????

That’s all I’ve got.

Well, I also have a ham in the crock pot that is tormenting me with it’s yummy smell but I was trying not to be so vanilla. :P