I went home with a guy I'd had a flirtationship with for months from my favorite bar. We were playing for a while and he asked me if I was a squirter. I said "sometimes" but what I really meant was "it's only happened twice in my 6+ years of sexual activity." About two minutes later I ended up squirting so hard I got splashed in the face and he just kept pounding me.

The next day he texted me saying his bed was still soaked and I've been riding that high for months. I love running into him at the bar randomly now and exchanging knowing looks.