u/iwantmymatchatea

I didn't know I could squirt until I was in the backseat of this country boy's truck with one hand over my mouth and the other one gripping my pussy while he massaged my g spot.

My ex was able to replicate that mess almost every night we were together and I just recently had a girl figure out the secret code after a few hookups.

Today was only the second time it's happened with a cock and I felt so bad because he told me after we were done that he didn't have a mattress protector. It took him stripping the bed and feeling the bare mattress to actually understand why I was so remorseful.

Just to get the obvious out of the way: It's not pee. I've felt it come out, smelled and tasted it enough times now to say with full confidence that it's not pee. Research the Skene gland and get back to me.

Backstory: I found out I was a squirter last summer when this corn fed looking motherfucker used his meat paw to "play Pokémon" (his words, not mine) in his backseat. I thought it was a one off thing until a few months later i found myself making a mess all over this gorgeous cock from San Antonio. I wasn't sure if it wĥas him or the Molly that got me there so I wrote it off. Once is an instance, twice is a coincidence. Fast forward a few more months and my subby slut of an ex made me squirt all over my own face the first night we were together. He only ever made me squirt with his fingers and I figured since ole meat paws did it the same way, that was the only way to really get me there. My suspicion received some confirmation bias recently when someone new was able to get me to squirt by fingering me.

Which brings me to today: I went to see this guy I went out with recently and we've had sex once before which was good but not great so I wasn't expecting much. Somehow this man managed to make me squirt all over his cock and I tried to tell him while it was happening but he knew before I did. I immediately apologized and asked him once we were done if he had a mattress protector; he said no and brushed it off when he saw my reaction. It wasn't until he came back with our towels that he finally laid down and felt how badly I had soaked the bed. He was visibly dismayed which became more apparent with each layer he peeled back until he got to the bare mattress and felt how soaked it was. He stared at it for a second, made a comment about how I really did soak it through and then said he would just flip it. I feel terrible for making such a huge mess and responsible for not warning him or taking the necessary precautions to avoid it. I feel like the right and kind thing to do is to replace his mattress and get him a cover for the next one.

Am I overreacting? I've only been exploring this hidden talent for a year so I am still trying to figure out etiquette in situations like this. I don't feel comfortable telling people ahead of time because I feel like it overly fetishizes something I cannot control and sets an unrealistic expectation. How would you handle a situation like this?