Diary of a squirter

I have this friend, let's call her sally for the sake of alliteration. The overwhelmingly exciting fact I just found out about my dear sally is that; sally is a squirter. Perhaps a fact of little to no consiquence to most people, but whatever if you don't give a shit about the colour camel or shearling jackets, material to blog about is thin on the ground.

Hi my name's Sally* and errr... I'm a squirter. I have been a squirter for as long as I can remember, I mean I assume I have, I never squirted when I was like three or anything, but I guess it's something you are born with right? The first time I found out for sure I was a squirter was when I had sex with this guy I met at my friend Phyllys' familys anual party. I was 14, he said he was 25. He told me he liked virgins, "I like virgins" he said. So I lied and said I was one. The main thing I remember thinking was how is his giant-man-dick gonna fit in my tight under-age cunt (I thought the word cunt because I was,and still am, a dirty fucking slut- call me yea?).Before that I had only fucked boys, never men. Afterward, I never fucked another boy again

 So anyways back to the squirting. I recall feeling that I kinda had to pee, so I just did, but instead I  squirted. For people who have never squirted, I guess you could describe it as ordering a cheese burger, but getting fries thrown in.

"wow. You're a squirter?" he said
Shit shit,  he knows I peed myself I thought. "umm. sorry, I didn't mean to. It just like happened"

He then explained to me what squirting was. Apparently he thought squirting was HOT. it is-ed
I guess squirting can be  a good thing but one wet patch is bad enough, I often have to put up with two... I love being a squirter though it's totally lol, a real unique selling point, infallible chat up line, instant boner generatgor- the list goes on. You win some and you loose some right.