u/scoured_detritus

I'm so interested in this as a kink/fetish for many different reasons, but there are certain ways for it to manifest that appeal to me more than others.

I love the naughtiness of it, particularly taboo and degrading aspects like territory marking. I'm somewhere between fascinated and obsessed with the visual of fluids coming out of a penis and have a significant admiration for the dominant, sadistic and degrading aspects. At the same time, in a loving sense, I want to drink all of his. I don't think he's the type to be "mean" about it but I would be thrilled by that, too.

The smell is a nuanced thing for me- most of the time I don't particularly like it. However, I like the smell of my man's urine any time, and my own when it's fresh- particularly when it's mixed with the smell of him. When I'm at the peak of my fertility cycle, I am more tolerant of the smell in general and his makes me feral.

The taste is a new-ish exploration for me. I really enjoy licking myself off of him and the way my juices taste mixed with his cum. I love the way his tastes- in the morning when it's strong and musty and overwhelming I struggle to swallow but want to desperately. I'd love to serve as his urinal for a full day... The idea of bringing him multiple bottles of water just so I could serve him more makes me feel a sort of desperation to please. The idea of going down on command to hold his cock in my mouth and have it filled with his hot piss, feeling gulp after gulp wash down my throat.... Fuck I can't not squirm when I think about it.

I've only barely built up the courage to admit how infatuated I am with drinking everything he gives me, but I still haven't directly asked him to top off my water bottle before work...

I don't know if he would be game but I'm literally so aroused by the idea of being used in any way when it comes to his piss... It is not in any way "tame". I would wear any clothes he marked, I would be thrilled to be awoken by the sensation of his piss trickling across my skin, I would use it to rinse my toothbrush... The list keeps going.

Honestly, it's kind of embarrassing to me and I'm almost afraid to admit how deep it goes, but I can't deny my obsession.

I think a lot of what I would really like to do falls under the taboo and degrading aspects too much for his taste, because he is so pure and loving. I don't want to ask him to do anything that would make it hard to look at himself in the mirror, you know?

My wires are hella crossed and I wouldn't feel anything less than loved and like a good girl, but that is reasonably quite contradictory and probably only makes sense to a few us. If it makes sense to you, I would love to hear your thoughts on it, maybe it'll help me explain things and feel a little bit less ashamed of my desires 😅

For anyone who's been following along, my boyfriend and I have been experimenting with piss... I confessed my fetish to him and he was kind enough to try it out. He offered his flow to me in a couple of showers, let me catch it in my mouth, and didn't stop when I started sucking it out. These experiences had me elated, but I know this is my kink and not necessarily his... I politely assured him that I very much enjoyed it and then let the subject settle so as to not make him feel any kind of pressure. It went quiet for a few weeks.

And then last Friday he must have been feeling frisky, he started sending me dirty texts. We started talking about all kinds of kinky hypotheticals and the subject came back up. He assured me that he did enjoy it but it was new to him. We talked about what we wanted to do to each other on Saturday night and he suggested he might drink a couple Mike's hard lemonades and then have me kneel. My knees were jelly instantly...

Saturday night couldn't come soon enough, of course, but it did. He requested that I dress myself in a particular way and so I did. A black mini skirt cut too short to wear in public with any decency, a long sleeve black crop top with a laced v-neck, knee-high black socks with my Converse, pigtails, black lipstick and heavy, cheap eye makeup.

I was doing the finishing touches on the eyeliner when he stood behind me and exposed his rock hard cock, requesting me to open my mouth. He fucked my throat for a moment before standing me up, bending me over and fucking my pussy. Once I started to cum, he pressed his fingers on either side of my pee hole and massaged with vigorous but small movements, causing my pussy to clamp and squeeze his dick out and triggering a huge splash across his floor. He didn't stop, and several more huge spurts gushed out of me. His floor was so soaked, we were using dirty laundry to mop it all up...

He told me to clean it off of him, and I did so gladly. It was still dripping from his cock. Then he kissed me, and he told me loves tasting my pussy on my own lips. We played a lot on Saturday night. His beard was soaked, every one of my holes was fully stretched and I ran completely dry.

On Sunday morning I had to get up for work. He lay there, sleepy but awake enough to know I kissed his cheek. If he wasn't laying on his stomach I might have done more, but after the night we shared, he definitely needed the rest.

I got into the shower and relished in memories of the night before, gently playing with my clit. I heard the door open and his sleepy voice said "Hi". By this point I was starting to get the notion that he knew the idea turned me on but it wasn't quite his thing, so without any thought I just figured he was going to use the toilet. Instead, he pulled the curtain back a little bit and asked, "Do you want some pee?" I felt my eyes light up as I was eagerly nodding, and he did a little dance (because he had to go really bad) before jumping into the shower. I had to stop for a moment and just admire him and his naked body, and I held his cock in my hands while I did that. He said, "If you hold it, I'm going to end up pissing in your hand.." to which I gave another eager nod. "Is that okay?" Another excited nod.

His steam came without hesitation, it was powerful and it had a strong smell. I let it fill my cupped hand before aiming it at my chest and rubbing his piss onto my pussy. Then I got down and quickly put his still pissing cock into my mouth. At first, I wrapped my lips around the head and flicked my tongue across the hole, feeling his stream splash against the roof of my mouth and then under my tongue, then feeling wet cheeks start to stretch. I had to let go in order to swallow, so I aimed it at my face. The way it felt trickling down my cheek was incredible... Once I gulped it down, I opened my mouth back up and did my absolute best to keep up with his stream, nearly chugging. He was getting harder and his stream was going strait into my throat. If it weren't for the previous gulp, like if the whole stream was pumped into me like that, I might not have tasted it at all, because he was pissing so deep inside me. I started sucking as I swallowed and he started thrusting. He let out another spurt in my mouth before burying his cock in my face. I could feel that piss being swished in my mouth as he fucked my throat. I could feel my throat bulging and his balls swinging into my chin.

"That's right, keep that cock in your throat"

Being the very grateful and obedient slut I am, I pressed deeper. I felt his cock twitch and his balls "clench up" while my stretched throat overflowed, mixing his cum with the bit of piss that was still in my cheeks. I swallowed it all and felt like a goddess, but I had to check myself for a moment because the poor man was quivering 😅

I held him to help him feel stable. "Thank you so so so much, you're so delicious, I fucking LOVE it. Thank you so much for letting me have your piss."

& Now we're talking about how he really doesn't have to get up to go to the bathroom if I'm around. He told me this morning he was worried because it was so much, to which I replied, " I would gladly lick the drops off every time if that's all I could have, but don't ever worry about there being too much..."

I'm obsessed.