Time to actually confess. I was sitting on a stool in the main room and she walked in. That’s all it took. I looked at her, walking with that magic sway of her hips and flaunting those glossy dark locks. Something felt great, down between my legs, all of a sudden, and my whole body went through a wave of euphoria. I didn’t move much while it happened, luckily. I went about my normal daily business as if nothing had happened, thinking nothing had really happened. Later that day, when I got on my bike to go home, I noticed my pants were soaked, specifically in the back and between the legs. It was pretty odorless so for a while I thought I had just sat in something, somehow. Nevertheless, I was confused as I thought I would have noticed sitting in liquid. At the time, I didn’t know what squirting was. I sincerely hope my co-workers thought I peed myself. That day was one of the many reasons I figured she could end my career at any second. I felt I did something immoral and it gave me serious anxiety, even though I really didn’t do anything at all to cause this to happen. Nobody else in the world that I have ever met can make me squirt just by walking in the damn room. Nobody has been able to do that since. Before the incident, I had made the decision to stay, thinking that I just had a crush on her that would pass with time. I have never been more wrong. I have an attractive partner at the moment, and we take good care of each other every weekend. Yet, even the actual act of having s** doesn’t get me there that fast, or that far. None of my exes from before the incident could do this to me either.
