We were three hours into our conversation. A good bottle of Sancerre held just a few drops; our wine glasses were cloudy with fingerprints. Mid-sentence, I stood up and kept talking as I walked across the room, grabbed a wee pad and spread it on the carpet near us.
“Stand up. Lie down,” I said, interrupting my story. He is still dressed. I unbutton his shirt and pull it down, just past his shoulders.
Still talking (about what? music? what it feels like to hurt someone? a trip I’d taken? I forget.), I slide off my panties from under my dress and toss them on the chair.
I stop talking. My mouth floods with saliva. I crouch over his chest, look into his eyes, and say, “Open.”
The drool flows out from my mouth to his, like water from a pitcher. He swallows, moaning a little. I shift, now kneeling high over his mouth which is hidden by the hem of my dress. Our eyes are locked.
“Open.”
I flood his mouth with my piss. Under my dress, I can feel it running down my leg, splashing off his cheek. His legs kick and thrash behind me. When I’m done, I use the back of his head to dry the piss from my leg. I put my panties back on, take my place again in my chair, and pour the last bit of wine in my glass.
The first time we met, you did this with me. The recollection is still dream-like, and I wish I could remember the details in even more vivid detail. That was when I began to realise that you were no ordinary Domme, nor yet a run of the mill woman. ANd the wonder has continued to grow with further experiences, or reading your blog.
Look forward to the next chapter whatever that may bring! See you again soon, Matt
I do a fair number of GS, though I don’t think any two have been exactly the same. Glad to remind you of your experience nevertheless…
I remember laying face down on a bondage bed, wrists and ankles secured, the lady kneeling between my slightly separated thighs. And then her arms were on either side of my back and she was leaning, hovering over me.
She lowered herself and was on top of me, the front of her body pressed against the back of mine. Her breath on my neck and then her teeth on my ear. She began to fuck me in that position. I don’t mean with a strap on. She wasn’t wearing one. But there was this cock borne energy passing from her hips into my buttocks as she bucked herself into me. A non emotional way to describe it would be dry humping from behind. But it was anything and everything but that.
Her motions were pleasurable to her. Coincidentally, her motions pushed me back and forth into the bondage bed and made me hard. I just moaned, if I remember correctly. At first, dutifully trying “to be a good fuck”, I had tried to meet her thrusts. But she didn’t want that and overpowered me. I just took what she gave and it was wonderful.
And then she stopped the fuck motion and just ground herself into my ass as if her cosmic cock was buried deeply inside of me. And without warning, I felt her begin to release a strong and seemingly endless flow of hot piss. It drenched my asshole and balls and it surprised and excited me so much I began to wildly hump the bondage bed. “Ssshhhh”, she whispered, still pissing, in my ear. “No, not yet, maybe later, but not yet…”
I haven’t had many GS experiences, less than a handful. I never craved it, never thought I was interested, never was a big deal to me. But when it was incorporated intuitively and spontaneously into what was happening, it was real.
I hope that made sense.
I’ve never had any experience with GS. When I’ve imagined it It’s never been a turn-on.
Reading this gives me a total different perspective and see how it could be a BIG turn-on.
One of the wonderful things is what you eat and drink is a part of the taste …
But being a friend of Bill W’s for twenty six years, I’d have worried about an awfully sweet hot slip …:)
But then again … I’ve been known to eat a nice piece of amaretto cheesecake…
So, was once really not enough for you?
I can almost sense your dirty grin behind these gorgeous words, although I could not read this to the end, and relive this, without shaking. I only hope you are as satisfied with being able to fuck with me so easily as I am proud and honored to be included in such august company.
Garrett,
What a hot story. Not that you need me to tell ya that.
You may have articulated what makes GS sexy and hot for me as well. I love it most when it’s unplanned, like, nonchalant and naturally integrated into whatever’s going on. That doesn’t mean that anytime I need to pee that I’ll do it on my client if he’s handy … sometimes the natural thing to do is go to the bathroom. But when the right energy/chemistry is there, to just be able to USE someone like that. Lordy, it’s so hot.
advochasty,
Actually, I’m likelier to pee ON someone than IN him, because of the direct connection to what I’m drinking. I get a little self-conscious about the coffee/tea I drank, or the asparagus I ate, or just that I haven’t had much water that day. Getting your cock wet has a more explicit sexiness to me too, especially when, like, you’re masturbating and you orgasm and then I scoop up the semen and piss and spit onto my fingers and feed it to you…it’s like all the elements of fucking reconstructed into a single mouthful. Wonder if Ferran Adria‘d make a foam of THAT?!
@hidden things:
Dirty grin. Hmph. There I go again…
Rendered speechless by the description of the event as by the experience itself.