I often wonder how multitude get involved with urine. We come across it in erotica, or we even search it out. How does one pop the question the thought of a golden shower ? It has to start somewhere… but where exactly ? I was lucky to bear been introduced to it while I was in college. My pardner was very exposed to new experiences. It was my first meter, and later on it was quite unlike with two early partner. Still…..

She was a sheltered Asian who grew up in both a Conservative and broken base. Her epithet was Vicky. A diminutive curvy Pacific islander ( Filipino ) who could reckon both stunning and blend in a gang. Through conversation she confessed that she was sexualy active from a very early age, and through trust we explored our desires.

spinal column to the bathroom.

In any tidy relationship the sentiment of peeing in movement of another is very casual. Our spot was no different. One even after a night of untried fucking we both had to pee. She went first, and I followed. Vicky explained that she often watches me do my business organisation and was curious about how I pee.

"You pull your foreskin back ? Why can't you just let it go ?"she asked.

She was obsessed with my uncircumcised penis. Most charwoman are, it is like that thing you hear about and never see. I can not punctuate enough that it is a love it or hate it thing. existence of Spanish ( Spain ) pedigree my parents put zero sentiment about my penis's social status, but not this girl. From the first clock time she put it in her mouth she just couldn't get enough. Everyone has a preference of what they enjoy performing and receiving. Vicky, oh she loved to imbibe rooster. It was an other sexual experience and she had entirely bragged that it was her specialty. More on that at a afterward date.

I responded to her that pulling back my pelt gives me a uncoiled pellet. She didn't quite consider me, so she asked the motion."Can I hold it while you pee ?."

Not really sure what to say I agreed and she wrapped her helping hand around it and pulled back my foreskin. Trying not to be aroused I pissed into the toilet.

She couldn't stop smile.

The next dawn I woke up, and she sprung up and followed me into the bathroom. She asked to do it again. I agreed. I felt that this was going to be a thing.

She was all smiles again.

The following morning she asked again, and we went through this subroutine. All smiles, but it was different this sentence. She cupped my balls as I pissed in the can and I started getting hard. This made the stream go sideways and make a bit of a mountain. She didn't mind, and still I didn't know where this was going. I enjoyed it, but I needed answers.

Over breakfast I asked what was going on, and she casually answered that she just wanted to do it. While eating a lame of toast she just said"I love that I can feel it occur out of you ”. I followed with a blunt question"is now a thing that we are going to do ?."She just nodded her head to notice that this is a thing.

Over the next several weeks I peed with her holding my cock. Sometimes she would badger my ballock, former meter she would rag my anus. This was a affair. I even got weird about peeing without her. I just knew that this was heading towards the inevitable, but the waiting was killing me.

One eventide she was going to expend the night, and I went to the bathroom before bed. She followed me right in, and took her position. Except this time she got on her knee joint and got to eye level with my stopcock. She didn't wrench back my foreskin, and just asked me to go ahead and pee.

"Like this ?"I asked.

"Yes, just like this ”, as she wrapped her mitt around my cock slightly pushing forward.

So I started to pee.

If you don't know your way around an uncircumcised tool it just dribbles out. The opening night is more close, and I could imagine that the urine just swirls around the foreland underneath my loose skin. She was cheek to cock watching me spend a penny. She was so close I knew she could reek it. What I didn't expect was right before I finished, and the quicksilver stream turned into a dribble she just took it into her oral fissure.

I accepted it, I knew it was a matter of clip before she did the act. It was a easy burning from curiosity to performance. Now here I am pissing in her mouth as she looks back at me with her warm John Brown eyes. Her knife spinning around the tops sensitive head all while suckling my growing pecker. There wasn't much left, but she just swallowed what remained from my vesica. She then stuck her natural language under my foreskin and cleaned it up. I couldn't supporter but get rock hard. There I was standing in nominal head of the toilet looking down at her with my shaft in her mouth.

I placed my hand behind her read/write head and gently fucked her little mouthpiece with my turncock. I didn't last but a few mo before I filled her cheeks with my cum.

She stood up after making an exaggerated swig and kissed me right on the lip. Her tongue down my pharynx and the taste of me all around.

She told me she had to pee, and she will be veracious to bed.

She continued to assist me pee from time to clock time over the remainder of our time together. We took it further, and expanded from time to time. I still wake up on my day off with my cock in my hand thinking about that moment. Those eyes with my cock pissing in her back talk .