Can’t Stop Coming
This shouldn’t be a problem, right? This continuous ejaculatory love (as Q calls it) that is constantly gushing from my loins? This fluid that soak bed sheet and fascinator throe alike (although the Throe does work brilliantly)? This waterfall of my body that requires a quick cunt pat with a towel before turning on the Hitachi?
Well, it’s getting annoying. Pandora’s box, one might say. I know, I know, I wanted to ejaculate so bad for the longest time…what with reading books, trying out new toys, watching films. I did. I admit it.
But now, it’s gone too far. We HAVE to put down towels or the Throe pre-ejaculation…even if it means pausing sex, or breaking D/s character in order to do it. Gone is the completely spontaneous sex, because if we were to have it, my bed would soon float away on the river of ejaculation. Colorado is a very dry state, but even a day with a ceiling fan running above Q’s bed cannot even attempt to dry the pond that is my ejaculatory love.
It is my hubris, I admit it. My fault for wanting it so bad. First, it happened with S in San Francisco and I thought it was an isolated event. Then, it happened a few times with Q. Now, it’s although someone knocked the cap off of a fire hydrant; it’s uncontrollable, unstoppable. It happens every time she fucks me, whether it is more of a flow or more of a gush. Somedays, it takes less than 20 seconds from the time she slides her fingers into me until the geyser of come erupts.
I know I shouldn’t complain. But I hate the extra laundry, the pausing of play for towels and Throe, the quandry about only having one throe and two places where we fuck regularly…it’s hard, even for this feisty femme.
I’m sure you’re all giving me the “fuck your pitiful cry for pity” faces, and I can’t say I deserve anymore. But really, is there any way to close the damn dam once you’ve opened it?
-Essin’ Em
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I love women that ejaculate. I think it is one of the hotest things ever. But I can see where your comming from, bout having to take all the extra percautions to not make a mess. It is very much a double-bladed sword. I will say thou, there is a very lucrative market in porn for women with your talent. Look up Jada Fire or Flower Tucci(if you don’t know who they are already). They both blow like fire hydrents, to use your term. LOL!
That happened to me to for the first year or so after I started ejaculating. The tiniest things would set it off. Now I can control it a little better with breathing and focus – but yeah, I have to always make sure the Throe and some towels are handy too. I sympathize with you hon – especially on having 1 Throe and 2 places for sex. Sure it comes with the nifty travel bag, but I don’t particularly like having to roll it up dirty and tote it back home.
sex outside, no clean up and you can water the grass. ;-)
What if you got a waterproof sheet for the bed, then put your sheets over it? At least your mattress would be protected. You would still have the laundry issue, but then it wouldn’t be quite such an issue to have towels/throe down before starting to play. I am looking into this as well, since our throe’s decided not to work quite as well as they did originally. :(
peace…
Just read this aloud to my lover. “I know exactly how she feels!” says she, a veteran of the pre-sex towel hunt. “Sometimes I just want a dainty little clit cum.”
So you’re not alone.
And no, there’s no turning back.
but you give me hope. i have tried, tried, tried to no avail and damn if you can soak the entire world I can!
No turning back for me, either. If I orgasm, it’s a drencher – every time. But I’ve learned, over time, to control my orgasms well enough that I can hold off until there’s a towel-pile in place (or I’m in place over a bathtub or something).
I miss orgasms that weren’t messy, some days. But not often :)
xx Dee