A few months back, a good friend of mine told me that he'd been fingering his girlfriend and she'd ejaculated. Having read plenty about this, seen it through many video screens, and talked to other people who'd seen it happen, it took me a great deal of reserve to not ask his girlfriend all about it the next time I saw her. She's a quiet, meek, little thing, and fairly conservative, so I figured we'd need a few more girls' nights out before we reached the "Tell me all about squirting" level of our friendship.

From a fairly early age I knew what I needed to do in order to have an orgasm. I was always exploring my body physically and trying new mental fantasies. Sexually, there are only a few things on a pretty big list that I haven't gone ahead and tried at least once. Even at the more reserved times in my life, I was still a closet kinkster.

I've also always been happy with my orgasms. They range across the board from long, sustained waves to short sudden bursts so hard that I nearly throw up. (Hey, it's more pleasurable an orgasm than it sounds.) But I'd accepted that I couldn't squirt. So, this month I want to talk to you about magic. Sexual magic. Never give up.