With wild screeches and uncontrollable movements, she pulled away both the Hitachi and the dildo and released a squirt of liquid from between her legs that jettisoned all the way down the length of the unfurled towel to her toes. She immediately squeezed her knees together and jumped out of bed. “I’ve got to go finish this!” She ran to the bathroom and I heard what sounded like an intense jet of water. I thought she was peeing. After a few moments, she came back to bed.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said.
“What the? I thought you were peeing,” I said.
“No,” she said, embarrassed. “I told you I had to finish. I didn’t want to ruin the bed — I knew I would soak this towel through and through.”
“All that was from you squirting?!”
She nodded her head, yes and said, “Sorry?”
“Don’t be sorry. Just invite me to watch next time.”
“Watch? You looked like you couldn’t be more disinterested.”
“Oh, I’m always interested — from an artist’s perspective, you know.”
[From the story, “Menagerie,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]