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French Guy doesn't know what he's missing out...
Well, I didn't know either until earlier this afternoon.

I was comfortably settled into my futon with my old time "literary" favourite (called Menage, if that can give you an idea of the "literary" standard of the book), a good joint, and a very good vibrator to keep me company.

That's when it happened. It even didn't see it coming. The waves of pleasure built up even faster than usual, all the muscles in my body started to tense as when I'm close to orgasm.
And it happened. A sudden gush of "water" from between my legs covered my futon cover.

I couldn't believe it; I had just squirted.


I first thought the weed was making me hallucinate, so I did what anybody would have done in that case: I did it again. And again.

And it happened again. And again.

Wow!
I must be one of those women who can have female ejaculations, after all.
I can't wait to share my new discovery with someone...


PS: My futon cover is now in the washing machine...