Copyright 2016 by Trish Causey.

After mastering the clitoral orgasm years ago, I figured out the vaginal/she-spot (G-spot) orgasm about 15 years ago. Then came combining both clitoral and vaginal orgasms to achieve the “blended” orgasm of clitoral explosion rocked by full-body waves. Along the way, I achieved every kind of orgasm imaginable (and some not): cervical/uterine, anal, subtle body, stealth orgasms, spontaneous orgasms, Tantrik/kundalini orgasms, heartgasms, emotional crying climaxes — usually several all at once ….. multiple times.

Orgasm is my thing. My body loves pleasure. I should have been happy. Satisfied. But alas, no. There was one orgasm that I had not been able to bring under my will. Many attempts to dissect the technique and the art of this one particular climax had gone frustratingly wrong. One lackluster result made my failures even more annoying. No matter what I did, books I read, videos I watched, toys I used — nothing brought me the one orgasm I’ve always wanted — the mystical, magical, yet elusive female ejaculatory orgasm.

On December 5, 2015, while doing my usual thing that is so profoundly glorious, I decided to use my other glass toy for a change and bring my knees up a little differently. Before I knew it, I had that extreme urge to urinate. No problem. I always go before I start a session, so I knew it was just my prostate getting really horny. Awesome. This promised to be a great time.

Then it changed. The need-to-urinate/prostate-arousal feeling grew — I could feel my insides growing, filling me up, pushing against the glass toy. Now, I know every millimeter of my vagina — this was new. At this moment, I was on high alert. I listened to my body and followed what she wanted rather than trying to engineer a plan or a response.

Because this was vaginal stimulation, I was getting all the familiar feelings, such as full-body shocks and waves. Adding the clit glans to the mix helped, but I could tell my clit was secondary to whatever was happening. (So many people put the emphasis on the outer head of the clitoris, but the clitoris is an extensive organ inside the body, too. And no, the clitoral orgasm is NOT the end-all-be-all of climaxes.)

I digress…..

Then I heard it. Which was weird. I don’t normally hear my arousal. But I did this time. Slosh-slosh-slosh. Liquid. I stopped and felt around. My vulva and tops of my inner thighs were soaked, covered in a fluid that was slightly thinner than clear vaginal fluid or creamy prostate fluid. It had a unique aroma to it that I had not smelled before. I remembered from my Tantrik studies that women’s ejaculate fluid is called amrita, the “nectar of the gods”, because there is no scent quite like it. The aroma wasn’t as sweet as usual for my vagina, but definitely woman, but deeper somehow, as if it had come from the depths of me I had yet to discover.

That was when I realized I had either just had a small ejac success or I was about to have an ejac success. If what I just felt was all there was, I was okay with that. I was already looking forward to next time. However, I thought it would be best to go back in and just really make sure there was nothing more to experience …. or release….

The great thing about the slosh-slosh-slosh fluid was that I didn’t need any lube. I hadn’t yet reached for my handy-dandy organic lube, and now, I didn’t need to. I continued with the same stroking pattern on my prostate, and within minutes, it happened! I ejaculated! Real, honest-to-goodness ejaculate! I was speechless. I was crying. It was amazing! The climax itself was so strong but was made even stronger by the vaginal orgasm combined with the release of ejaculate fluid. It was, quite simply, incredible.

I turned the lamp on, and there it was. A narrow wet spot on the bed about 8 inches long and 2 inches wide (which are perfect measurements for other things, too 🙂 ). I was stunned at the sight. Then the deep emotion hit. I doubled over from the intensity of the feelings that were rocking my heart and my body.

So why didn’t I write about this then? Why wait two-and-a-half months to share this good news? Because I wanted to do a series of experiments to see if female ejaculation were now a part of my orgasm skillset or if that one-night had been a fluke.

Over the next two months, every time I tried for ejaculation, I succeeded. Day or night. With clit stimulation or not. With clit climax or not. I ejac’d every time but once when I started too late (4 a.m.), and I was so tired that I didn’t go past the slosh-slosh-slosh; I just really enjoyed the waves of heat and the warm wetness between my legs and fell asleep. Hours later, I woke up, went to the bathroom, had a session, and ejaculated 3 times. Aside from that, I’ve ejaculated at least once every time I’ve attempted it.

The multiple ejaculations has been the most surprising element to discovering my new superpower. I can easily go two or three ejaculations, each one successively bigger and more intense (which I wasn’t expecting).

One night most recently, I started my session, and I recognized the pattern: arousal, heat/waves, slosh-slosh-slosh, huge arousal, gush. I laid there and breathed. Then I cried, as usual. But I wasn’t sleepy. I wanted more. So after about a 10 minute rest, I went back in.

I looked at the clock. I wanted to see how long it would take to ejac again. I did the same process. I gushed. I could feel there was more. The slosh-slosh-slosh was immediate, then a minute later, gush. I breathed. I cried. I went back in. It happened twice more. In less than 10 minutes, I had 4 clit/prostate climaxes, each one gushing more than the previous one. The last one was the biggest. Even though the lights were off and a sheet was keeping me warm, I knew it was huge.

When the fourth one hit, I felt pelted by droplets of hot water raining down on me — the droplets were the 98.6-degree ejaculate fluid from within my body having burst forth and landed on my stomach and inner thighs. I remember thinking how hot it felt on my skin.

Then I sensed a rush of fluid up my ass-crack, and I practically leaped out of bed — having totally forgotten the “soaks the bed” part. And there it was. The proof. The puddle was 18-inches long and 8-inches wide with a spray pattern of two-feet by three-feet just beyond it. (Yes, I measured.) Stunned by the puddle, I was more in awe of the spray-pattern droplets that covered the bed in an arc of about 120 degrees. (No, I didn’t get out a protractor. It was after 3 a.m.)

As with all things, there are good aspects and bad aspects to deal with while adapting to the female ejaculation learning curve.

The good thing to all this is that I don’t ejaculate if I use a penis-shaped toy, probably because the toy can’t zone in on that anterior-vaginal-wall/prostate area the way this particular glass toy can. Also, the fullness of the penis toy (or any penis) may not allow the prostate to swell with fluid. The reason I say this is a good thing is because I want to be able to have my other kinds of climaxes and orgasms and not worry about soaking the sheets EVERY time….. just most of the time. 🙂

Which brings me to the only downside to being a female ejaculator — more laundry. I’ve bought extra sheet sets and towels now that I pursue my new superpower on a regular basis. That 4-gushes-in-10-minutes session made me learn my lesson: 1) Put down a towel first, 2) Always have extra sheets at the ready.

You’ll notice I didn’t use the term “squirting”. That’s the term men use for ejaculation because they experience short, quick squirts that result in one to two tablespoons of ejaculate. Women can produce two cups or more of ejaculate, and when it goes, it goes! Big, wide-angle, geyser-gushing ejaculation. So, guys, keep your little “squirt” term to yourself. My body is a force of nature, and my gushing geyser of a prostate can soak your puny tablespoon of cum hands-down. *Triple snap in Z-formation*

Overall, I am ecstatic that I have finally been able to achieve female ejaculation and do it consistently, every single time I want it. I feel complete. I don’t know what the next level of orgasm-learning is (probably more subtle body since this has been such a physical orgasm journey), but I am going to sit back and enjoy what I’ve accomplished before I start on the next level of bliss.

Gushingly yours in transcendent bliss,

trish

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