35-Year-Old Woman Opens Up About Her Struggle with Being a Squirter!

I never asked for this. I didn’t even know what it was. A few years ago, a man introduced me to “squirting,” the term used for when a woman ejaculates like a “fountain” during climax. He seemed to know my body better than I did. A specific, insistent pressure, always in the same spot (near the entrance of the vagina, towards the top, where the so-called G-spot is located). And I would soak the sheets. I loved that feeling of release. It was genuinely pleasurable, especially since it often coincided with my orgasms.

Then it became a routine. Through repetition, my body learned all too well. Too quickly. Too intensely! What was rare at first became a reflex. Now, I squirt repeatedly, three, sometimes four times per encounter, without wanting to, unable to stop it. A slight tease, and I feel the tingling in my stomach signaling the onset. It’s no longer a surprise; it’s a certainty. And it’s no longer pleasant. Each episode leaves me drained, burning, in pain. I often feel dizzy afterward, with a dry mouth, as if I’ve had a fever.

I’m constantly drinking water, calculating, anticipating. I’ve realized that I actually dehydrate myself because of this. I’ve truly become a “squirting woman” against my wishes. No one told me that the body could wear out like this from engaging in this practice. That overstimulating an area could throw it off balance. Sometimes I resent that man, and myself for letting it happen, for thinking it was a blessing. Some men find it amusing, others are clearly disgusted. I often feel very ashamed, especially when I’m with a man I don’t know well, which happens less often now because of it. And then there’s another issue: I feel less sensation because of the moisture in my vagina… This affects my partners as well.

“Absolutely No Fingers There!”

My body confuses everything. Arousal, pressure, the urge to urinate—the boundaries are blurred. I feel damaged, out of sync, like a mechanism that’s been overused. The worst part is what it’s done to my pelvic floor. I can’t hold back like I used to. Urinary incontinence has become commonplace, humiliating. I often end up with wet pants during the day, and I have to wear sanitary pads, like the elderly. So now I set very clear boundaries. “No fingers there!” I avoid certain positions, the ones that apply too much pressure, the ones that trigger the response. I guide, I control, or at least I try. Despite everything, it still happens. A miscalculated move, internal tension, and my body decides for me. What saddens me the most isn’t the reaction of partners; it’s the feeling that I’ve lost a form of intimacy with myself. My body overflows. Sometimes I just wish it would stop. Let me decide.

I’ve sought a lot of advice, but the phenomenon of female ejaculation is poorly understood, even by gynecologists. Most of the time, I’m simply advised to do Kegel exercises to strengthen my pelvic floor. But even though it’s muscular, it doesn’t change anything. The only thing that works is stopping the intercourse for a few minutes, at least the penetration, to let the urge pass. Sometimes it’s cool because we do something else, but sometimes it totally kills the moment! But I think I have to accept my condition. And most importantly: talk about it beforehand, to make sure my sexual partner likes, or at least understands.