
After a long shift together, we were both hot, jacked on adrenaline and hormones, and admittedly in need of a release.
“Why don’t you come by?” Sara suggested.
Sara lived on the beach. We could cool off after a long day of 100-degree heat.
I got to Sara’s an hour later. She hadn’t waited. She strolled out of the water, seductively eying me.
“Water looks great,” I told her.
Sara walked past, grabbing my arm. She took me to her door.
We weren’t together long, but she was my first squirter. She even squirted my face. Damn, Supersoakers.

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The Man Behind The Mask
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.



Comments (6)
Welllllll, shoot! lol great job
A fun read
Reminds me of how dad always called us his little squirts.
Good one, Jason!!!💖💖💕
Talk about getting drenched. Well, hopefully Sara at least helped You to quench Your thirst.
Fantastic heated humor Jason, and really well written.