[F] Leg Squeezing Squirting

Four o’clock, the laptop screen was starting to feel warm on my face. Spotify’s playing some RNB songs from year 2000. Moved to my bed, and had an urge to touch myself.

I masturbate differently. It doesn’t only involve clit rubbing, but more of leg squeezing. Now I learned that there’s a term for it: “syntribation.” It’s nice to put words into actions that you thought were just unique to you. A validation that it’s a thing.

With my black velvet shorts on and thin black cotton panty, and navy blue tank top, I proceeded to crossing my legs with my left hand sandwiched in between my inner thighs. My body’s facing the right side. I kept on squeezing my legs, and played with the sensation of my hand, moving then up and down my clit and hole. The fabric, and the pressure add a whole new level of pleasure to it.

For years, I’ve been doing this. This is pretty much my introduction to mastrubating since my teenage years. Only that, this year was the only time I learned how to squirt.

R. Kelly was just singing in the background, while I was trying to keep myself from moaning hard as I squeeze my thighs harder and harder. The perfectly fixed bed sheet’s all ruined now. My face is buried on the pillow, stamped with my saliva from all the biting.

And there, that feeling of reaching the climax. My chest, forehead, and cheeks are starting to sweat. My legs too are getting moist from all the hard work. My left hand is starting to get marks from the fabric, but it continued adding more pressure to my pussy. I was opening my mouth like I was about to scream. My heart’s beating faster, I felt like I’m running out of breath. Seconds later, my left hand, cotton panty, and velvet shorts had become all wet. My juice was dripping, and running down my thighs. My clit’s pulsating from all the squirting.

Left a wet mark on my white bed sheet. But I know things could get messier so I moved to the wooden floor. I removed my drenched shorts and undies, leaving me with just a tank top on. I reached out for my two vibrators – one is longer, the other one is smaller. Also laid out a towel to absorb all my fluid. I was in the zone.

TLC is now playing. My laptop’s just facing the wall. I held the long vibrator and placed it in between my thighs. No penetration, *just yet.* Now it can directly feel my skin, and wetness. I continued leg squeezing with the vibrator on level 3. Fuck, this would take me to hell.

I couldn’t control my legs, my clit was extremely delighted and could only send sinful signals to my brain. If there was a horny meter, I would be a 100 on a scale of 1 to 10.

I moved the long vibrator up and down while my legs remained tightly clutched. I stretched my legs wide open, and let out a wild gush that instantly made the towel underneath my butt all soaked in goodness.

I can feel the wet areas expanding more and more. The vibrator looked like I just washed it under a running faucet. Imagine the sound you make when you wash the inner part of drinking glasses, and combine it with intense vibration. I was trying to keep quiet, but all the sounds coming from my body were wailing out of ecstasy.

I didn’t stop repeating the action, and experimented with different pressures, but leg squeezing was consistent. I squirted five times, and I was all wet and almost disoriented.

Now I reached out for the smaller egg shaped vibe with a thin tail, and put it in my pussy. Also set it to an intense level of vibration. I bit my right arm hard. But did it stop there? Nope. I placed my longer vibe on top of my clit, and squeezed my legs even more. Not gonna lie, I thought this would end my life because of too much beautiful sensations and contrasts.

The vibration inside me, plus the vibration on clit made more intense by my tightly clutched thighs, made my eyes roll back into my head and simply accept all the pleasure.

My record was 10x of squiriting. Not anymore. I lost count of it yesterday. Seems like I was not running out of fluid to let out. The gray towel has not left any dry area. Some parts of the floor had traces and puddles.

It was almost sunset. Room’s all dark, with just a ray of faint light in between my curtains. Aaliyah is now on the background. I was just lying on the floor, enjoying the wind from the fan on my forehead. My toys right beside me.

I’ve been nothing but sad recently.
What a way to compensate and find relief.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sv9sdj/f_leg_squeezing_squirting