Girly chats are priceless. I have decided that there could be a market for selling girly chats to the highest bidder on websites such as eBay.
"Genuine forty somethings talk and take on female ejaculation! - Cum and get it here. No false arousals. Listen to two women telling it like it is!"
Seriously, I am quite convinced that had other people overheard my friend and I talking recently, they would either have been very shocked or very turned on.
It is one of those weird facts of life that everyone seems to want to be unique whilst simultaneously desiring to be similar to others; not freakish or perverse.
I rather like the idea of being in a minority. It makes me feel special, unique, different, non conformist but I know there is a tenuous line between this and feeling odd, unusual, abnormal, freaky.
Apparently, according to statistics, I am in a minority because I ejaculate when I cum. Not always, but quite frequently - well mostly actually.
I like the fact that whilst not being unique in that respect, I belong to a smaller group of fortunate women who have a blindingly good physical as well as spiritual, sexual and emotional response to orgasm.
I gush. I like nothing more than being brought to orgasm and then gushing away onto fingers, cocks, dildos - whatever has made me climax (cocks of course, doing it for me more than anything else).
And as much as I enjoy being in this minority, I also want that changed as I passionately believe that every woman should and must have a juicy, gushing wet cum, at least once in their lives.
On a day to day basis, female ejaculation is not actually discussed that often, even though if should be. Normalizing ejaculation would liberate many women who feel that their watery emissions are something to be hidden or ashamed of.
If it is perfectly acceptable and expected fit a man to spunk his gungy white stuff all over the place, then why can't it be acceptable for a woman to gush?
I've known my friend for well over half of my life. I've known who she's slept with, I've known her every preference in food and drink and activities and blokes. I know her likes and dislikes, which famous people she'd like to fuck. I know she likes sex and has always had decent sexual experiences but until our recent discussion, I didn't know she was a full on horny spunker, and I'm so utterly delighted that we have this significant thing in common.
I can't even remember how the conversation started but we were discussing sexuality in general. My friend said that she thought there were far more blokes in the world that were not that interested in sex than people realise.
I agreed. I went on to say that there was, I felt, quite a reluctance to talk openly about sex, something that as you know I am passionate to do something about.
I continued to say that I had previously asked other friends what happened when they cum. The usual response goes something along the lines of, "I get a great tingly sensation all over, and it makes me feel good".
Not the world's greatest endorsement.
So I continued to ask my friend what happened to her when she had an orgasm.
Pausing at first, she looked at me and said, "Well if I am perfectly honest, when I'm really turned on, I tend to wet the sheets".
"Really?" I responded and then went on to explain that I often need towels laid down before me to soak up my cum. I told her how I like nothing more than jetting my hot stuff all over my lover, his stomach, his cock, his fingers. I love gushing and cannot really hold back when the time comes.
It was such a relief, one that was reiterated by my friend. She, like me, was delighted that she had met someone who knew what a steaming female spunk was like. She was almost relieved to find another gusher, and here we were, friends for almost a lifetime not knowing this extremely important and vital part of our lives.
Back to eBay! The excitement of finding out that your lifelong buddy is a gusher is incredible. It opened up the conversation to sexual fantasies, to how we aroused ourselves and our partners, about what particular kinkiness we liked and whether we had some sexual fantasies as yet unexplored.
She told me of her love of porn and the joys of living alone so that she could amuse herself with an Internet search, unshackled by queries and concerns of others. She explained how she loved looking of photos of cocks and how her partner liked her looking at other women's tits.
I told her how much I enjoyed my own photo collection of both my own pussy and my lover's cock.
She told me how she was quite tempted by having sex with someone who tied her hands together. I told her of my fantasy of fucking my lover in front of other people.
We both agreed that we actually liked the word "cunt" and that it should be rescued as a positively and wondrously sexual word without sordid and derogatory connotations.
And whilst this rapid fire of sexual release was going on, I was thinking how horny and exciting it was to talk so naturally and so energetically about such an incredibly important subject. And, if I was aroused by this how would other people respond to two relatively articulate women talking openly and honestly about wanking and gushing and cunts and cocks and finger fucks and juicy, wet orgasms?
It has to be sellable.
And after all of this luscious talk with its rampant delights sending my fingers southbound into my pussy, I was also rather saddened that it had taken half a lifetime to realise this commonality.
I held back some things. There's time for more! She probably held back too.
But something was unlocked, a new togetherness was released and that special bond (no puns intended) between us grew some more.
And all because the girlies needed a chat. Who knows where such wonderful chats may lead.
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