Can You Really Make Any Woman Squirt?

August 22, 2017

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It is something you see a lot in porn, though often it is faked. Just because it is often faked in porn doesn’t mean that it is in real life. The female squirt is a turn on to many people. It is a sign that someone is experiencing intense pleasure, and that they are having one of the most amazing orgasms of their life.

Those intrigued by the idea of giving a woman a squirting orgasm might have looked online to see how to do it, and found article after article declaring that every woman can squirt. But is that true? Is every single woman capable of squirting?

What is female ejaculation?

For some, they hate the idea of squirting because they believe the woman is just pissing. There is suddenly a lot of liquid during sex so how can it be anything else? Well, quite easily, it seems.

Many experts have come forward to provide proof that the female ejaculation is not, contrary to popular belief, piss. In fact, a study was published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine which showed that the fluid contained characteristics of prostate plasma, not piss.

So what does that mean? It means that it isn’t piss, and that it comes from the Skene’s gland. However, this isn’t enough for some people. They are still convinced that it is piss.

Think about what a squirt looks like. A real one, not the ones you see in porn. In porn it is clearish liquid. In reality, it is a thicker whitish fluid. Plus, it doesn’t smell like urine. The squirt is real… but can everyone do it?

Is every woman capable?

Doing a quick Google search for “make her squirt” will bring up around 26,000,000 results, and the majority of the first page of results says things like “make any woman squirt” or “make her squirt every time”.

If you were to follow these links, many of which lead to courses you can pay to take part in to learn the art of squirting in greater detail, you would be told that yes, every single woman is capable of squirting. Of course, you’d be right to be sceptical because of course they are going to tell you it is possible, as they are trying to sell you something.

The reality is a little different. In theory, as Ami Angelowicz explains on The Frisky, every woman has the Skene’s gland, which is responsible for squirting. However, while it seems like it might be possible for most, saying that “all” can do it might be a bit of a stretch, as “physiologically, not every woman can squirt, even with the proper education”.

You may now be sitting there feeling really disappointed, as you had high hopes that you might be able to make her come in a way she never has before. It could still be worth a shot if you are both eager and willing to give it a go. The worst that could happen is that she doesn’t have a squirting orgasm. The best? She has a fantastic time and you learn the right techniques to get the same results in the future.

Giving her a squirting orgasm

There are a few different things you’ll need to do in order to give her an incredible squirting orgasm. The first thing is that you set aside some time. When you first begin it is going to be a long and slow process. So make sure you are in it for the long haul.

You should also have towels and wipes to hand, to make sure their squirting doesn’t cause a mess in the bedroom. Being prepared is going to help them relaxed, and this can lead to a more intense orgasm.

For many women, they report that the longer they have been stimulated for before orgasm, the more likely they are to squirt. This means that foreplay is an essential. No, you can’t just do one magic trick and make them ejaculate all over you. It is going to take some work, so make sure you go slowly to really turn them on.

When you think you are ready to go for it, try combining clitoral stimulation with g-spot stimulation, such as rubbing your fingers in a “come hither” motion while rubbing her clit with your other hand. This is something that many say works for them.

However, it is also possible to have a squirting orgasm during sex. In an interview on Cosmopolitan, a number of women stated that it happened for them in the doggy style position. So try out a few different methods to see what works for you.

Your experiences with squirting

Some people believe that squirting isn’t real, that it is a myth and is simply pee. This view has been further encouraged by what we see in porn, as it is often clearly faked in order to create a more cinematic video for the people watching. They want to turn you on, and a wet and wild orgasm like in porn is much easier to see than the thick fluid of a real squirt.

But it is real and it is possible… just maybe not for every woman. So what you are going to need to do is experiment. See if it is possible for your partner by trying out a few different techniques.

Got a few suggestions to help your fellow punters out? Think you have the perfect tips and tricks to make most women have an intense squirting orgasm at your hands? Let us know all about it by leaving a comment in the box below. Share your tips and check out the comments. You might just pick up a few new ones to try out for yourself!

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When I was only 3 years old, my mother told me that I shouldn't play with wires, lest I be shocked. She never did explain to me what being shocked meant, and what it felt like, and I was always left wondering. When I was 8, I learned from my teacher that metal conducted electricity. I could no longer quench my thirst for knowledge. I stole one of my sister's sewing needles and stuck it in the TV outlet, and I instantly felt a pulse along my arm. It was not painful, it did not burn. In a way, it was interesting, even a tad pleasant. When I was 11, my best friend told me that if you rubbed your penis, you would feel really really good after a minute. And he was right. Now I wondered though--what if I could feel the pulse of electricity at the same time? So I took two needles, laced them around each other, one on my penis and the other in the outlet, and felt like I never had before. I did this every few hours, every day. My mom thought I had a problem. She replaced our silverware with plastic. She made my sister stop sewing. I was given "counseling" from a therapist who was wrong in every way. But I needed that feeling, it was just so appealing. There was nothing wrong with me! He therapist reccomended that my family go on a vacation where I could get away from my 'problem.' It was the first night out camping, no metal in sight, no electricity either. Then I realized that my brother had packed a portable camping light. It was hot, but it shone just as any other would. What my family didn't know is that I had snuck a sewing needle into my hair for the trip. I took the needle out and jabbed at the lamp. Just gently poking the needle with my fingers, I felt hot and tingly. This would be better than anything else. I caressed the lamp, took it into my arms, and held it above my groin. It throttled down the shaft and up the head, going deep into my core. I could not help but both laugh and cry. I was in heaven. I had discovered what lamps could really do. Well, there’s more. I made a fair bit of noise doing all that. My mom came storming into my tent, and I was a mess. I was still coming off of pure ecstasy, so in truth I was not embarrassed. I was really sore, and it still tingled, so even with my mom in the room and pants still down I couldn’t help but giggle. She was furious, and grabbed the lamp, careful to avoid my cum. She told my dad too, who beat the living shit out of me. I broke down in tears, how could the worst pain follow my perfect heaven? We went back to my therapist's office immediately. My therapist wasn’t happy either. I can’t remember what he said, but he was very dissapointed. When we got home, my dad locked me in my room for what felt like weeks. There was a light in my room, but my parents shut off electricity to my room. I felt empty, and cold. Still, there was a lamp right there, if only I could turn it on. Of course, I knew everything about electricity. I had embraced it as my friend, and I knew all of her secrets. It wasn’t long before I was thinking of a way to return. I scoured my entire room, but found little more than loose pocket change and lint. I no longer had any of my electronics. I waited a long time, I can’t even tell you when, but I told my parents through the door that I was thirsty. I cried and cried, begged them for something other than stale water to drink. I knew that we only ever had three things in this house beside water, and I wasn’t about to be given my dad’s vodka. They would not give me a real drink though, only an old lemon, which smelled already of the beginnings of decay. My stomach gurgled, vibrating almost enough to be arousing in itself, had I been more awake. I fell asleep, and woke barely better than I had before. I had even caught a cold. Mucus drained from my noise as my illness got worse, but I didn’t care. In my ill stupor, I began to daydream, for what felt nearly as long as my entire life. I had it. I had it!! I pried an old nail out of my door, and jammed it into the lemon. I took a penny from my old search and jammed that into the other end of the lemon. I rested the base of my penis on the tip of the nail, and made the penny my pedestal. I was the wire, and the lemon was the lamp. I once again felt it coursing through me, reassuring me that I would be alright no matter what the punishment. My prostate groaned almost as loud as my stomach, and I could not stand. I let the current run through me, tensing my thighs and clenching my anus. I exploded all over, from the door, to every wall, to my nose. My fluids formed a frothy mixture of white and yellow over my neck and breast. If lamps were heaven, then lemons were God himself. No no, it’s fine. That time I was quieter about it, so my parents didn't catch me. After resting for a few minutes in a post-bliss daze I cleaned up the cum and mucus, using an old shirt to wipe it up. The shirt was ruined, so I stuffed it in the back of* my closet. I disposed of it only a few months ago when I visited my parents' house for Easter. I didn't want my baby brother to find it. As much as I liked the electricity, I came to be disgusted with the lemon when it started to seep a brownish fluid, which smelled strongly of mildew. I put that behind the closet as well, though I took the penny out, having been frugal my whole life. I don't remember what I spent it on though. My parents let me out of my room after a week or so, though I had been allowed out for short bits of time earlier to use the toilet and shower (they were very tough, but I wouldn't call them abusive). The atmosphere was still quiet when I got out, my sister would never talk to me and my dad wouldn’t even make eye contact. I don’t think they ever saw me the same way again. Still, I graduated highschool with a decent GPA and started college the year before last. I can’t say that I’ve done anything quite so crazy with electricity as during my experimentation in middle and highschool. I’m majoring in Electrical Engineering right now. I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do with that degree, but I’m heavily leaning towards designing more efficient electronics. While I respect the coal and oil industries for all of the benefits they have given us, they won’t last forever, and the more efficient our devices are, the smoother the green transition will be. I’m still a bit of an outcast at family outings, but it’s been a lot better this year. I think my parents are starting to view me as being more mature now. A bit ironic though, electricity certainly hasn’t lost its appeal to me, either as a career path or as a form of personal entertainment. I’ve gotten a lot safer about it now though. I wear electrical gloves and use EMS-devices designed for medical usage, rather than trying to tame the spirit of a broken lamp or makeshift rotting-lemon galvanic cell. I guess that makes any stories I have a lot less interesting, but with any luck it should at least increase my life expectancy.

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