Anya — Excerpt from 'Drinking Eja'
My first experience of female ejaculation.
From Drinking Eja — my first experience of female ejaculation.
Some years earlier, someone who came for photographs, more of a friend than a model, could produce amrita. Her name was Anya. And though she made it clear that I would not get to taste her, she was willing to demonstrate her ability with me right next to her. I knew this would be a gift and an act of total trust: she knew that despite wanting her, I would honor her wishes in her most vulnerable moment, and this I loved about her.
She asked for several towels to put on my bed. Then she stripped and laid back against some pillows, and masturbated herself rather easily to her first orgasm. At which she gushed a little fluid into her fingers.
Then she demonstrated how she took that bit of liquid and massaged it against her g-spot, the area right behind her pubic bone.
This time her orgasm was deeper and her face more naked, and she spilled a little more. She glanced up at me, but only for a moment. I had spent the day photographing her, and could not believe how beautiful she was in this new incarnation of the goddess.
Her next little spurt came with some heavy breaths as she massaged again deep into her yoni, pulling her hips back against her inner hand.
The third time she came she cried out the beauty of her feelings, and spilled more, now flooding the towels a little. As this happened I was becoming desperately, utterly thirsty. I held her and whimpered in urgent need.
Then she took a little of her newer liquid and again massaged it deep into her cunt, as if spinning deeper each time, pressing her hands in and up against her inner clit, fapping her outer clit aggressively, until she thrashed and gushed more fully.
Then she did it again, always massaging her new amrita deep into her vagina, and soon she was in some alternate dimension of continuous orgasm, and with each crest she cried out sweetly and spilled some more.
And I was going nuts wanting to drink her in. Every instinct in my body said put your mouth there and be nourished. But I did not. When she was done, the towels looked like they had been thrown into a swimming pool. My bedding was soaked down to the mattress, and her water smelled sweet and fresh-cunty.
We settled under the covers, both of us naked. We wondered what would happen, knowing that only one thing could.
I cast off the blankets and knelt up next to her. She held my knees and looked at my face as I gazed into hers, then at her nipples and that sent me…I let go and cried out, relieving myself, spilling my passion into my own palm, grunting out my need and desire and thirst and without hesitating sucked my cum into my mouth and held myself, warm and slippery and found the courage to open my mouth and show her my full mouth and swallowed desperately, not wishing to hide the urgency of my emotions.
I collapsed next to her….we slept together, holding one another, in the enormous wet spot she had left…and I knew what I someday must have. the depth of my cunt thirst was ignited.