Squirtle Roleplay in Book Title.

That title is not ever going to be topped by a cherry.

Wanna hear a story about sex? I know you can’t resist good smut. I’ve been up to my old tricks. My horse always says Nay and asks for more. He’s been eager for a new way to serve. Today I gave him a foot job & he came thickly on my toes. I gave it a half assed effort, no lubricant, not especially rhythmic. He moaned louder than ever at my disinterest. He usually quietly whispers in my ear the fantasies and unexpected arousals inspiring his passionate bedroom performance. It must be advice he heard or read about female sexuality- he celebrates his lust for me both verbally & physically. The simple adage is: Sex for women is largely mental. Role play is my kind of head game. Who needs foreplay when your man clowns all day? Laughter is the best medicine- sexual healers prescribe it to reduce dryness in women’s vaginas.

Enough science. I’m losing focus of my thesis. There’s a purpose to these details. Likely a cohesive thought will emerge before I lose my nerve; a reason to read on despite the awkward approach presented.
I said all that to say this:
I’m proceeding naked. This story is unedited. The events have not been altered to protect anybody’s innocence. You have been forewarned. I’m not a doctor but I can teach you to squirt.

Our sub/dom horse roleplay is a stupendous success. The dynamic lately is dangerous, testing the limits, revealing rude kinks. The passion between our sheets is getting wetter and weirder with stronger orgasms. It’s a wonderful way to channel nervous energy into self discovery. This story is about piss play.

I like to sub worthlessly. Humiliation and punishment are consequences for mouthy whores. You know the kind of woman whose opinions are less vocal than that disgusting sound she makes when her throat is fucked hard at a downward angle? That’s what I’m into. I want my man to forcefully stretch the limits of my delicate insides while he insists that I repeat his insults, during a strangling. (A slut like me needs a really big dick to fill her holes. I don’t know my place. I always talk back. I need to be taught respect and obedience. I’m too fucking stupid to remember my lessons. I need to be spanked regularly and sometimes I’m so bad I get deep anal poundings without lubrication.) sigh My body responds so positively to violent sexual congress!

You know what I like best about subbing? Exploring the shame taboo. A few nights ago, I enjoyed my guy’s asshole with my tongue for a long, lazy time. He was so relaxed and eager I could work in a finger almost to the knuckle. He’s been dom’ing a lot recently while we work on his sub goals. He’d like to be fucked in the ass with a strap-on but the fantasy isn’t ready. His ass is so sweetly unspoiled- the pain of being stretched out and violated deeply is equally exciting and frightening. Eventually the fear will be replaced by shame. The shameful urge to have his ass pleasured is such a powerful, unexpected source of arousal that his needy pink hole deserves to be punished and filled. Sex is so goddamned wonderful.

He was raging hard from my finger and tongue teasing his prostate and my own shameful fantasies responded aggressively. I had to pee. I asked him to fuck me deeply until I couldn’t help myself and unwillingly pissed while I came. We stood up in the shower, found the perfect angle, and soon succumbed to a rhythm that brought the head of his dick down against my full bladder harder and harder until I cried out, Oh no. Oh no. Oh no I can’t stop it. I can’t help it, I’m sorry.

My whole body tensed before I exploded. My orgasm was so strong and uncontrollable that the hot piss was running down his balls and my thighs and our feet in waves of relentless shame/pleasure. It was all the same in the moment, the passions inseparably overwhelmed me.

I felt him stiffen and bury himself as deeply in me as he was able, pressing himself with all his strength into my piss soaked cunt as hot spunk sprays stung against the sensitive flesh he had expertly fucked sore.

Then something unexpected happened. I started to pee in a wide, clear stream for what seemed like an eternity. It was warm like bath water and seemed gentler but more consistent than the speed of a regular piss. It felt incredibly good. The fullness in my bladder was replaced by a heightened awareness of each warm drop moving thru my body until time stopped and the sensation became everything.

I looked down at myself then and realized I’d been peeing for a long time while he watched me curiously and I made myself stop. I thought, that could have lasted forever if I surrendered to the experience.

And here I am in retrospect, realizing that squirting was never a mythological concept. It’s an internal orgasm accomplished by a specific, intentional friction of the g-spot region that’s heightened to fluid ejaculation when the muscles restricting urine flow are uninhibited.

That’s enough of that, for now. Ain’t sex wonderful?

Last updated February 25, 2016