I often wonder how people get involved with piddle. We come across it in smut, or we even search it out. How does one propose the thought process of a golden shower ? It has to start somewhere… but where exactly ? I was lucky to have been introduced to it while I was in college. My cooperator was very exposed to new experiences. It was my first fourth dimension, and later on it was quite different with two other mate. Still…..

She was a sheltered Asian who grew up in both a button-down and bankrupt home base. Her name was Vicky. A flyspeck curvy Pacific islander ( Philippine ) who could attend both daze and blending in a crowd. Through conversation she confessed that she was sexualy active from a very early age, and through corporate trust we explored our desires.

spine to the bathroom.

In any goodish relationship the thought of peeing in forepart of another is very casual. Our post was no different. One eve after a dark of youth piece of tail we both had to pee. She went first, and I followed. Vicky explained that she often watches me do my job and was queer 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 phallus. near women are, it is like that thing you hear about and never see. I can not stress enough that it is a love life it or hate it thing. beingness of Spanish ( Spain ) descent my parents put zero cerebration about my penis's mixer status, but not this young woman. From the first base time she put it in her backtalk she just couldn't get enough. Everyone has a preference of what they enjoy performing and receiving. Vicky, oh she loved to suck hammer. It was an early sexual experience and she had entirely bragged that it was her specialisation. More on that at a later date.

I responded to her that pulling back my skin gives me a straight shaft. She didn't quite believe me, so she asked the question."Can I obligate it while you pee ?."

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

She couldn't blockage smiling.

The side by side sunrise 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 routine. All grinning, but it was unlike this time. She cupped my balls as I pissed in the toilet and I started getting hard. This made the current go sideways and make a bit of a muckle. 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 square toes of toast she just said"I love that I can feel it come out of you ”. I followed with a blunt question"is now a affair that we are going to do ?."She just nodded her head to recognize that this is a thing.

Over the next several weeks I peed with her holding my cock. Sometimes she would tease my Ball, other clip she would cod my anus. This was a matter. I even got weird about peeing without her. I just knew that this was heading towards the inevitable, but the wait was killing me.

One evening she was going to spend the night, and I went to the bathroom before bed. She followed me right in, and took her posture. Except this time she got on her genu and got to eye level with my hammer. She didn't puff back my foreskin, and just asked me to go ahead and pee.

"Like this ?"I asked.

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

So I started to pee.

If you don't know your way around an uncircumcised turncock it just dribbles out. The opening is more closed, and I could imagine that the urine just swirls around the head underneath my loose skin. She was face to sashay watching me piss. She was so end I knew she could smell it. What I didn't expect was right before I finished, and the erratic stream turned into a dribble she just took it into her mouth.

I accepted it, I knew it was a affair of metre before she did the deed. It was a slow burn from wonder to execution. Now here I am pissing in her mouth as she looks back at me with her fond brown optic. Her tongue spinning around the super raw head all while suckling my growing cock. There wasn't much left, but she just swallowed what remained from my bladder. She then stuck her clapper under my foreskin and cleaned it up. I couldn't assistance but get rock hard. There I was standing in social movement of the toilet looking down at her with my prick in her mouth.

I placed my handwriting behind her head and gently fucked her petty mouth with my hammer. I didn't stopping point but a few moment before I filled her cheeks with my cum.

She stood up after making an magnify gulp and kissed me rightfulness on the mouth. Her natural language down my pharynx and the taste of me all around.

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

She continued to help me pee from time to metre over the remainder of our meter together. We took it further, and expanded from fourth dimension to sentence. I still wake up on my day off with my dick in my hand thinking about that mo. Those eyes with my cock pissing in her mouth .