I’ve only recently come to appreciate how much fluid I produce when I’m getting off. It’s a bit absurd—it’s often recommended that people who squirt place a towel beneath them, but even then I’m left with a puddle. I’m 28, but it’s only been in the last year or so that I’ve been able to let go of a lot of the embarrassment I’ve felt about squirting when I cum. I was in a relationship for four years that I later came to understand was abusive; he was actively repulsed by it, so I’ve spent a lot of time feeling pretty repulsive. I always pee right before I get off to make sure that isn’t what’s happening, but that doesn’t fix the issue: if I orgasm, I leak. I spend a lot of time edging to prevent having to do too much laundry. I’ve gotten pretty good at hitting the edge of an orgasm, but the process is an art more than a science. Sometimes I miscalculate.