Piss Stories

One day I received an offer to participate in a fisting session. Fisting is extreme for me. I am not yet ready for this type of sex, and my hole is not trained enough. I have never been in a passive role and do not intend to be in the near future. However, I can be active in fisting, when I turn my hand into a large cock. I have always been fascinated by men, sometimes young, sometimes mature, who are able to take a large...

Chapter Fifteen: Till Death Do Us Fart The opening fanfare of the Wedding March from A Midsummer Night’s Wet Dream rang out jubilantly across the nave of All Cunts Langham Place, as Harriet appeared at the top of the aisle, escorted by her father. There was a communal gasp of admiration at her shimmering chiffon wedding gown – frontless down to her waist so that her glorious full breasts could stand proud before her, and...

Chapter Twelve: And Behold, There Ran Out Piss From Under the Right Side of the Temple The quickest way from North London to Cunting Town is by tube, changing at Bonk for the Dicklands Light Railway. And so that is the way Harriet and Janey took – though by the time they climbed the pee-streaked outside staircase to Michael’s flat and knocked on the peeling green door, the sun had already set, and Harriet had smoked at le...

I am not only a cum dump but also a piss pig. A piss hog or a piss swine, if you like. For me piss comes second to cum. I like to feel the drops of 'golden shower', sometimes 'silver shower', on my forehead, face, shoulders and chest. This kind of shower has a specific smell. If only a few drops get onto my clothes, I carry that smell with me in public. I like to be both a little sprinkled or completely drenched with piss...