I have to confess, but the very first time I heard about female ejaculation, I was mystified. No pun intended. lol
I still remember that day, when I was in my Sex Psychology class, an elective class I took in College. The teacher decided to show us a video of "La femme fontaine" and I couldn't help but browse throughout the entire class to try to guess which girls had received this gift from the Gods (or was it a curse? I wasn't too sure) depending on their reactions and body language while watching the video. It was way less awkward than actually keeping my eyes on the screen, while I was in public...I remember my Queen Victoria sighing with envy that day...
I think that was, by far, the most disturbing anatomical discovery for the curious young girl that I was. I learned that only ten percent of women were able to sprinkle across the room like an erupting geyser, but was that a true statistic? Then I started talking about it with some girlfriends and realized some of them had their own irrigation system built in. I was impressed. So impressed I had to look this phenomenon out on the internet. I thought to myself, those porn stars, they are all faking their orgasms, but the sprinkling ones, they are not. They must have fun for real! That was until one of my girls told me she and many more could just spray on command and it does not correlate to an orgasm necessarily. Fascinating, isn't it? I wonder what that liquid is made of. I probably could look it up but I'm not THAT motivated. I like to speculate it must be the same amniotic fluid that's inside the uterus when the water breaks before delivering a baby.
I still remember my guy friend telling me a few years before that, that he was having a great time with this girl until she decided to pee all over his bed sheets. I had no idea it was female ejaculation back then, so didn't he, nor she. They both were so shocked apparently. And I thought the teenage boys had it bad, having to hide their dirty laundry after a wet dream...What happens to the poor young teenage girl who wandered alone too long and turned her room into a swamp? What does she tell her parents when they see the room all flooded? The thought of this cracks me up. No pun intended again...
All these stories of girls with muscles so strong they can toss ping pong balls with their Queen Victorias, or throw darts. Well, my Queen Victoria surely does not have any talent like that. Oh, what am I saying? Of course it has talents!! It created my two magnificent sons that I love more than anything in the world. There. I have talents too. (Wait??? Did I just write my own Vagina Monologue?) . :P
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