I've encountered a legendary sex toy.

In my more than twenty years of sexual experience, I've had the good fortune to encounter a woman whose vagina squirts water, and we even researched

this , eventually producing some results. So, I'm making this post

to share my experience and feelings about vaginal squirting during sex. Please feel free to

offer your corrections. It must have been around 2000. I was in Shenzhen at the time, and

I met her in the stock exchange hall I frequented. She was around thirty-six or thirty-seven, slightly younger than me, single, and still quite

attractive . We became close because of our shared interest—stocks and making money, of course.

At the time, she was completely docile and sweet in front of me, and I had no ulterior motives. We often ate and

drank together or went to nightclubs, which was perfectly normal. As time went on,

the weaknesses of women, especially single women, began to surface. She unconsciously became dependent on me, following my advice on stock trading, meals, and entertainment

. Sometimes she would call me in the middle of the night, saying she had inside information to share, but really just to say a few

words. I knew things were getting complicated. I work alone in Shenzhen, while my family is still inland, and I enjoy being close to

women . Gradually, I started to have wicked thoughts—my "wolf's nature."

Our conversations became more off-topic, and she seemed happy when we clung tightly while dancing; sometimes our conversations strayed

even further from the topic than mine. She repeatedly said that she wasn't an ordinary woman; her sex drive was so strong that

the men mostly ended up masturbating. This sparked

my curiosity and solidified my determination to get her. I knew she had several casual sexual

partners "she brought it up herself; in Shenzhen, it's abnormal for a single woman not to have a partner"—but I didn't care about that;

I had more than one woman.

What I cared about was just how strong her sex drive was and what exactly made her "unusual."

We had sex for the first time at her home. When she emerged naked from the bathroom, towel in hand, after her shower,

I finally got a full look at her: a superb figure, radiant skin, and perfectly proportioned breasts. Aside from her buttocks showing signs of

middle-aged womanly sagging, she was truly flawless.

Once in bed, I began to examine her more closely: her thick, dark pubic hair

was unparalleled; her vulva was indistinguishable from other women's; her breasts were well-maintained, and felt slightly

soft to the touch. Lying in each other's arms, her true nature was revealed—to be precise, a complete slut. Her usual

reserve had vanished; her body and expression were filled with lust.

She moved swiftly and efficiently. Before I was even ready, she had launched a full-scale

attack penis and testicles, using both hands and mouth in one fluid motion.

I wouldn't presume to praise her skill, but her focus and dedication—a quality that shouldn't be used for non-monetary transactions—moved me

.

After a while, she asked me to serve her as well, and I didn't refuse—"it's only right as a return favor." She

turned around and rubbed her breasts against my knees, wanting me to insert my fingers into her vagina. Although I was

reluctant, I did it. Putting aside my own merits and demerits, I have my own

unique .

The vagina is a vital "section" for human reproduction; without it, would humanity still exist? Where did we come from

to this world we cherish? We can't forget our roots! So, whether with my lover

or with a prostitute, I rarely abuse their vaginas. I cautiously show my respect for them.

I inserted two fingers, and there was already quite a bit of lubrication. She asked me to insert another, and after hesitating for a moment, I

complied. It felt like there was still space inside; her twisting continued to widen the vaginal opening, giving me

an indescribable feeling. Could this vagina still be used?

Her drawn-out moans were also strongly stimulating me. I was trying my best to control my

excitement , not wanting to rush into actual sex. But she quickly got excited. Stimulated by my fingers,

fluid flowed , trickling down her legs, and more and more. At first, I didn't pay much attention. But just as she was reaching her climax,

she suddenly turned around and sat back on four layers of towels, grabbing my hand and urging me to thrust harder. Before I could

understand what was happening, she screamed, her voice changing completely.

I felt intense vaginal contractions tighten around my fingers, followed by gushing hot fluid that sprayed directly onto them

. I was stunned. Such a thing? Unheard of. I

had lost all interest in her and her body; I was more interested in the secrets of her vagina.

A few minutes later, she returned to normal, smiling and saying, "Now you know what kind of woman I am, right?" I was still in

shock, staring straight at her.

She added, "I didn't spray it on your face, did I?"

I… remained stunned.

Seeing the towel was soaked, she pulled it out and threw it on the floor, turning back to throw herself into my arms, embracing and

kissing . Looking at her in my arms and my now-soft penis, I was speechless. What had just happened was like

a magician 's trick.

Calming down, she began to tell her story—one she'd never mentioned in previous conversations: she'd divorced in 1992

and moved from Jiangsu to Shenzhen. She started from the bottom, but with her university degree, she quickly rose to a

white-collar position. She'd also dabble in stocks to make some money, finally establishing herself in Shenzhen with her own apartment and a stable

living space. Four or five men had come and gone from her life, all leaving for various reasons. She'd considered

finding a man she could rely on for life, but it was too difficult in Shenzhen, so she gave up.

Her current life principle was simple: get close to good men, no financial ties, satisfy her sexual needs, and live

happily ever after. As she told her story, I listened quietly, still thinking about what had just happened. Her past and

future were irrelevant to me; it was just a friendly fling. What I cared about was why she was squirting,

and where the fluid was coming from.

Intentionally or unintentionally, I slipped my hand into her vagina again; it was still wet.

I asked her, "Was it always like this?"

She replied, "It wasn't like this before. He's the first man to give me an orgasm since I came to Shenzhen, and that's how

I became like this."

I asked, "How long has it been? Does it always happen when we're together?"

She said, "Not necessarily anymore. I always ejaculate when we're together. Once I even sprayed it on his face and in his mouth,

haha ."

After she finished speaking, she snuggled closer to me, holding me even tighter.

She continued, "His penis isn't small either, much bigger than my ex-husband's, but when he put it in, I didn't

feel anything, just pleasure, but no orgasm. So he switched to using his hand. I remember the first time I orgasmed, I squirted

using my hand, and after that, it was always by hand. We were together for almost three years, but his family found out and

made a huge fuss, so he had to leave Shenzhen and go back to his old job in Beijing. He never came back to Shenzhen. I went to see him

in Beijing , but I haven't slept with him since he left. When we meet, we just chat, have a meal, and then

go our separate ways. The feelings have faded a lot, and I've come to terms with it."

I stuck to the point and asked her, "What about the men after that?"

She said, "I didn't think the later ones were very good. Some were because of face-saving, and some were...

They all broke up quickly. They could do it with their hands, but not with his penis. I told you I'm not

an ordinary woman, now you know?"

I said, "Yes, you know about hands, but you don't know about penises yet."

She understood what I meant and started stroking my penis.

After our brief struggle, I was a little apprehensive. Didn't she say she had a very high sex drive? Was there an even

more intense battle waiting for me? It would be humiliating to lose on the first try. I should get to know her

better and make sure I could win.

I said, "Do you want more? Have you ever had multiple orgasms?"

She said, "Do you think I'm going to let you off now? I'm the kind of person who wants both quantity and quality. If I'm

going to do something, I'll do it well and thoroughly. This is our first time, so I'm a little reserved. Don't laugh at me later. I've always

considered you like a brother, but when I'm lonely, I want to treat you like a lover. From now on, I'll give you the initiative."

I heard she'd had several men in Shenzhen. Seeing her wanton behavior in bed, I was afraid she might have a disease. I deliberately

asked, "What were your past men like? Were they just street thugs?"

She rolled her eyes at me, quite displeased, and said, "The men I've been with are all respectable people. Do you think I

'm some kind of street prostitute?" And I always get a full check-up after they leave, I'm worried you might have a disease. She knows I have

a steady lover, we even ran into each other at dinner once, and the three of us got along quite well.

To break the potential awkwardness, I started moving my hands again. She said wait a minute, got out of bed, grabbed a

clean

towel, spread it out, and lay back down in my arms. I started the second cycle as before, everything was the same, except the amount of water sprayed out was less than the first time, the vaginal contractions were weaker, and the towel was still wet.

When it was time to start the third cycle, I put my already hard penis into her mouth, and I was ready to ride

her. The prelude was the same, I'll skip the details. When she was about to climax and needed stronger stimulation, I pulled my fingers out of

her vagina , put my penis back in, and then tightly hugged her buttocks, my tongue

swirling vigorously in her mouth; she was too late, she squeezed my penis tightly, constantly heaving and shaking, her face etched with an expression of unbearable

thirst and desperate helplessness.

I believe that if you satisfy a woman at that moment, she'll agree to anything you ask.

I've seen many women's expressions at this time; her squirting is different from other women, but her facial expression is

exactly the same . My vagina, which was originally loose, didn't feel loose at all. The muscle spasms combined with the squeezing of her legs made my

already erect penis feel incredibly good inside, no less than that of a young

girl .

A moment later, she shook her head away from my kiss and screamed loudly. I knew she had reached orgasm again

. I held my penis still and calmed down, savoring the pleasure her squirting vagina was giving me.

With each intense vaginal spasm, streams of hot fluid rushed towards my penis. There was no escaping it; my pubic hair,

testicles, and inner thighs were filled with fluid. Amidst her contractions, I wanted to continue thrusting for more pleasure, but

thrusting had become very difficult.

I didn't know what the "vaginal lock" I'd heard about before was (medically known as vaginismus), but I knew

it was strange that my penis couldn't move when there was plenty of lubrication. After the contractions subsided, I continued thrusting. By then,

her vagina had gradually returned to its original relaxed state, but that contraction had been stimulating enough that

the tightness of her vagina didn't matter anymore. I thrust a few times and ejaculated.

I still clearly remember that when I left that day, there were four bath towels on the floor. As I was leaving, she saw me downstairs and

said, "I was going to treat you to seafood to help you recover, but you were in a hurry to leave, so I'll have to treat you another time."

I teased her, "If I hadn't left, would you have had the energy to see me downstairs? You should recover properly! Next time I

come, don't forget to bring a few more bath towels."

After saying that, I laughed and left her house.

In the following two or three months, I visited her house several times, always at her invitation. Our relationship remained

the same as before; it didn't become closer because of our sexual relationship, but it didn't become distant either. Every time I went, it was the same

routine, and I would only leave after a grueling, exhausting experience. I wasn't after her genitals; I just

wanted to uncover the mystery and satisfy my curiosity.

I asked her about vaginal squirting from different angles, but she said she didn't know the reason

either 'd never even heard of it, and kept asking if I was sick. When I suggested we research it together, she

readily agreed. And she was always very cooperative during our activities. I even bought a book on human anatomy and

studied it thoroughly on my own. Through a combination of theory and practice, I finally found the answer.

The vaginal sphincter and bladder sphincter are connected. Normally, the bladder sphincter

, following the brain's instructions, contracts to expel urine from the bladder—that is, urination.

When a woman experiences orgasm, the vaginal sphincter contracts, resulting in what men often refer to as movement inside the vagina, or

a sensation of something inside the vagina sucking on the glans.

Some women have excessively high expectations for orgasm. If the orgasm comes too suddenly, their highly tense brain

may go blank, and various bodily functions may become uncontrollable. Therefore, as the vaginal sphincter contracts,

the connected bladder sphincter also contracts, squeezing out urine, creating the so-called "

squirting " phenomenon. When I tried having her empty her bladder before orgasm, there was almost nothing left to squirt.

In fact, when women reach orgasm, besides increased vaginal lubrication, some may also experience a little urination.

It came out, but not to the point of spraying, so it went unnoticed.

The conclusion is: what a woman sprays during orgasm isn't water, it's urine! However, such women are rare; they

could be considered "specialties"!

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