An ex of mine was fascinated by my ability to squirt. When you hit the right spot, that is. I had no prior experience with this glorious phenomenon--it came as a surprise to both parties the very first time it happened. I thought for sure that I had just peed all over my partner. It had a different smell than urine, however, on the sheets. Perplexed, embarrassed and a bit shocked--but also still dizzy from the orgasm, I could only mutter an apology.
His eyes widened watching the fluid erupt from me. A huge grin spread across his face. "You didn't tell me that you were a squirter." Uh, that's cause I had no idea that I was, or how to make it happen.
Fast forward a couple of decades and I can definitively state that I am, indeed, a squirter. And, I might even be able to teach newbies how to get me there.