Sexual Exploration, Memoir, Crush Prompt Story
Naked under the Golden Moon
Public Sex with a Risky Element: Try as I might, I could not piss
This story talks about a taboo act — If you think this may not be your cup of tea, then why not check out a less kinky read.
Way back in the late 90s, I was exploring my sexuality. I’d finally reached the point where I was refusing to feel guilty or dirty for the kinky thoughts that went on in my mind. Instead, I was looking for partners in crime to share them with.
It seemed that Al came along just at the right moment in my life.
He was not the one but, he was a one!
The first person I had phone sex with. The first to spank me and the first to humiliate me with words. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t he? Well, he was in a way. But a little disconnected — oh my, I recognise that…
Rather plain to look at, but with a great sense of humour. He liked men and women, and at the time this was hard to get my head around. Cut me some slack, guys — I was young. Nowadays, I would not spare a moment's worry over such things. But back then I spent many a night in angst thinking about what would become of me, and him.
However, there was a vibe between us that worked extremely well in regard to adventure…
One evening we had been out up in the west end of London. We stopped off in a shop doorway on the way to the train station. My knickers were off in a jiffy and stuffed in my pocket. My long gypsy skirt hitched around my waist as he attempted to fuck me standing up; you know, like in the movie — Quadrophenia. But he was six foot three, and I’m just below five foot nine. Even with heels, we were not aligned. So he picked me up, and we shagged like that for a bit. I didn’t weigh much then. But laughing, we admitted defeat and set off home.
Alighting the train, we were walking past a park, near to his home. He still lived with his mum and brother in those days. And he had an idea to finish fucking in amongst the trees. It was a warm September night, and we were still horny from our previous attempt.
Climbing over a gate, we went in search of a wooden bench. Then… he had an idea.
To strip off and pee on each other.
“Go on May. It will be a laugh, See what it’s like. I’ve always wanted to try. Got to do everything once in life. How will you know if you like it or not — unless you try?”
To be honest, as I explained earlier, I was so into him that he didn’t have to ask twice. Not to mention — I was already a believer of —
Live life… no regrets.
We moved onto a grassy area, both stripped, and being an equal opportunist he told me to go first.
Well, do you know what, he laid down on the grass and I stood over him, naked, one leg either side of his middle, and try as I might, I could not piss. I mean, I needed to. We’d had several golden drinks that evening. But it wouldn’t come out. I expect it must have been the novelty of what I was attempting, or maybe it’s taboo nature.
In the end, we switched positions and his pee flowed nicely.
All over me!
Did it feel wrong? No. It felt so right.
I agreed.
I wanted it.
We shared it.
And afterwards, I ran around to get dry, then I sat on his cock and he fucked me by the light of the golden moon.
That was the one and only time I’ve tried pee play, the taboo experience. Personally, I found the act more fun than sexy, which is probably why I have never attempted it again. But I don’t regret it. Not one … Little … Bit.
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