My exhibitionist tendencies mean I've often fantasised about being watched whilst having sex. My pleasure seeking tendencies mean I would also fantasise about having multiple men playing with me at the same time. My pussy, hands and mouth, all full of cock, all at the same time. Cock everywhere, and me in the middle, loving every minute of it.

In my most depraved of fantasies I would imagine both things at the same time. Two, maybe even three men, enjoying me in a public playroom at a sex club whilst others watch. Tasting me, kissing me, teasing my nipples, and me catching sight of other club members, making eye contact with them as I was being fucked by a stranger, while I sucked another's cock, while my breasts were fondled by a third person.

These fantasies played around in my head for years, bringing me to orgasm as I stroked my pussy or fucked myself with one of my dildos. Different iterations emerged as I held my wand to my clit and came hard.

In one I was in a dungeon in a swing, being fucked as I had a cock in my mouth, my legs strapped up. In another I was in a large bed, men kneeling on either side of me, fondling my breasts as I wanked them and turned my head side to side, taking it in turns to suck each cock while a third man fucked me, and then they would swap. In a third iteration I was just with one person, but we were in a public room and he fingered my pussy until he made me squirt, while a group of people watched through a window.

These images became so vivid, because fantasising is so much fun and because I wank so often.

And then, late last year I visited a local swingers club for the very first time, invited by a friend who attends regularly. I had no expectations, I had no plan.

It was a quiet Thursday night with a small group of friendly people there and yet somehow, by the end of the night, every single one of those fantasies had become a reality. Every. Single. One.

I have to say a big thank you to the five strangers at the club who turned my fantasies into reality, and an even bigger thank you to the people who watched it happen. I can honestly say that the reality was even better than I imagined. So much so that it wasn't my last club visit, and two of the men have stayed in touch and have since helped me to fulfil other fantasies.

As a horny, sex-positive, bisexual woman, I'm fascinated and aroused by the beauty of the vulva. When it comes to squirting there are always lots of questions so I'm sharing my own journey to squirting / gushing. Am happy to hear your comments and answer any questions.

I get very easily aroused and am also low on sexual inhibition, so even as a young woman I loved playing with my wet pussy. Sometimes I would feel an urge just before orgasm, like the need to pee, but I held it back because I was frightened of wetting myself and over the years that urge seemed to fade. I still had a very wet and creamy pussy when playing alone or with others (see my pics if you don't believe me 😉 but never felt that same urge. I would also find I got extra wet just before I came, a slightly thinner but still milky liquid from deep inside my vagina.

Cut to many years later, in a short term relationship with a guy who adored my clit. He would suck on it and lick it for hours on end, making me cum over and over. During one such session, and after several orgasms, I suddenly felt that same urge and then felt this hot, wet liquid between my legs. I was in shock because I didn't know I could do that, but the smile on his very wet face was a massive turn on.

And that was that, it didn't happen again until around 2 years later. It was my first time with a guy who was an experienced swinger and really knew his way around a woman's body. He was fingering me as I straddled him and started to rub the front of my vaginal wall, near to my g-spot. I felt that urge again when he looked up, smiled and told me to relax as he was going to make me squirt. So I did, I fully relaxed into the sensation of his hand inside me, cleared my head, and shortly after gushed a clear, sweet liquid all over his hand and body and even onto the floor. It came from near the entrance to my vagina, not from deep inside (my skene's glands, I've since learned) and was clearer and more liquid than my usual lubrication.

It felt amazing!! The feeling isn't the same as an orgasm, it's more of a release. Over time I've realised that if someone carries on playing with the same spot after I gush or squirt then I can have a deep and intense, thigh trembling orgasm. But that doesn't always happen. That guy repeated the action 4 more times that night. So I went from only having squirted once in my life before to doing it 5 times in one night!

Since then I have really honed my squirting skills. I've bought myself an njoy stainless steel toy which works, literally in seconds. My glass dildo hits the spot too. I've also made myself gush with my hands during a solo yoni massage. I've also met several men, though no women as yet, who've been able to make me gush with their hands or tongue. I gush less during penetration from a penis, but it can happen if the angle is right and I'm super aroused.

Now I know how to squirt I don't want to stop and I love it when someone asks me to squirt all over their face.

Of course, every woman's body is different, but here's what works for me:
1. Peeing right before sex so I know my bladder is empty and I'm not holding anything in. That allows me to relax into the sensation and not hold back (FYI, it isn't pee. Science just hasn't come up with an answer as to what squirting is because women's sexual functions are notoriously under-researched. The massive explosions of liquid you see in mainstream porn are likely just pee, regular squirting isn't, although some small amounts of urine can mix in).

2. Making sure I'm not worried about making a mess. I have a waterproof pet blanket from a well know online store so I know I can gush to my heart's content and not ruin the sheets.

3. Knowing my body and where to apply pressure. My urethral sponge (a soft, fleshy area near my g-spot) swells when aroused. Finding that and stimulating it with a toy or a finger usually does the trick for me, as does intense clitoral stimulation (at an intensity that I can rarely handle, tbh) or sometimes both.
Being fully relaxed, open and uninhibited matters most. If there's even the slightest bit of stress or discomfort then I just don't squirt

And finally, why do some women squirt and some gush? Well I do both and for my body it's the speed the liquid comes out. I mostly gush, in that it flows out of me and runs down my legs, but the more I do it the more I'm squirting and there's something very satisfying about that explosion of liquid. Especially when squatting over someone's face.

I've had exhibitionist tendencies ever since I became sexually active. There's something about being naked that I enjoy in general, and other people desiring my naked body is incredibly arousing. In my early 20s I started thinking a lot about how much I'd love to be in magazines. Page 3, Playboy, Fiesta, all those 90s outlets for naked women.

I was backpacking around New Zealand 20 years ago, running short of money and finding it hard to find work on my working holiday visa. Then I saw an advert in a paper for dancers at a popular strip club. It's something I'd always thought about, and now I was on the opposite side of the world where nobody knew me. It seemed perfect.

I called that number the same day and arranged to go along the next afternoon to meet the owner. As I arrived, there were a group of women in underwear practising a dance routine on stage. He explained I wouldn't do these dance routines, but he could offer me short term work as a pole dancer and I could start that very night.

Because I'd never done it before, the told me to take all my clothes off to make sure I was comfortable naked. That's not something that has ever bothered me so I stood up and removed all my clothes, left them on a bar stool and stood there, bare foot and naked. Nobody paid much attention: the cleaners, the bar staff stocking up, the girls dancing, all just carried on with what they were doing while I craved their eyes to peruse my naked body. He then took me over to introduce me to the girls, arranged for one of them to lend me some heels, a bikini and a skimpy dress (not something you would normally carry in a backpack whilst travelling), and told me to return at 7.30pm that night to start work. He then left me with the girls to be taught some basic moves on the pole, and left.

They explained how the night worked. I would select some music, 4 songs to strip to, and one by one we could go on stage and dance to our songs. The first song I would remove the dress, the second the bikini top, during the third song I would unclip the g-string at the sides, and then the final song I'd be fully naked, except for heels and a garter (where the audience could stuff money). I was to walk around, encourage men to touch my breasts, let them slap my bum, and generally flirt and show myself off on the hope of being invited for lap dances, as that is how you made money. It certainly wasn't the 'no touching' rule I had expected, but I also found the idea of strangers hands on me very erotic. There was a 'don't touch the pussy' rule and security staff on hand so I felt safe enough.

The rest of the evening we were to sit in the bar area, chatting to the customers, trying to get lap dances, and watching the other girls on stage. It was a long shift - the club was open all night, and the only pay was your tips and a percentage of the lap dance charge, but it was always something I'd wanted to do so I decided to be bold.

I returned that night, was shown to the room upstairs where the girls changed, got changed, and suddenly found myself in very high heels and a tiny bikini, sitting in a bar with a group of similarly dressed women, my large breasts entirely unsupported by the tiny bikini top and jiggling every time I moved, as we waited for the customers to arrive.

It was just before Christmas, so even though it was a week night they were expecting a busy night full of groups celebrating Christmas nights out. And I was going to be dancing naked in front of all of them, and hopefully dancing privately for some too. I could barely contain my excitement about being sexualised in this way, and I didn't have long to wait until the first customers arrived.

I did two lap dances that night. The first one I kept the g-string on and grinded on the guy's cock until I made him cum, right there in his jeans. For the second one the man just asked me to sit on his lap while naked as he stroked my inner thigh with one hand, fondled my breasts with the other, and told me all the different ways he wanted to fuck me. Both moments felt very intimate, very erotic, and here I was being paid for that.

I didn't go back for a second night as the hours were long, the pay not great, and I found a job that was better suited to my skills and expertise. But I've never forgotten that night, those two private dances, and all the people who watched me dance naked and payed for the pleasure.