Missy The Psychotic Slut
(Warning, this is a fucking novel – if it’s TLDR than don’t bother – hold your negative comments to yourself. No need to cry about shit you’ve been warned about)

Missy knows I’m on this website, and she gave me permission to post this story and her picture.

Missy is a psychotic slut, but I’m okay with that. I first met her through a mutual friend, and that friend warned me about her extensively. I didn’t pay attention, nor did I care – I just wanted to get some pussy. I loved the way she didn’t give a fuck about anything, the way she would speak her mind loudly in public. For most – she was annoying as fuck, but I found her antics cute in a weird way.
I guess I should start on how we met through a mutual friend. My friend bought too many tickets to a movie and invited her along. We have a tight friend group but they never invited Missy, this was the first time any of us met her. After the movie we all went out to eat, there was 5 of us, and Missy was silent for most of the outing. But at the restaurant she spoke up, and tried to fit in the best she could.
For some reason she focused on me, asking what I did for a living, where I lived, if I was single. I told her that I was single, that I was in a long term relationship for a while and it ended badly, and I didn’t want to talk about it. She had a very perky attitude, we would make eye contact and she would blush and look away. The night wrapped up and everyone was going their separate ways, she came up to me and asked me for my number.
“Hey, I think you’re cool – can I get your phone number? Maybe we can hang out sometime?”
“Sure thing, that would be great, you’re cool too,” so we exchanged phone numbers.
Later on my friend texted me, “bro, not trying to put a damper on your love life but just be careful, she’s a bit psychotic.”
“Crazy women are supposed to be the best lays,” I responded back.
Missy texted me the next day, “Hey, it’s Missy – just saying hi and that I had a wonderful time talking to you.”
I was at work, but since I work in the IT field I can pretty much do what I want so I texted her back, “it was a pleasure to meet you and talk to you too! Hope you’re having a good day!”
“I’d be having a good day if I didn’t have to deal with so many stupid patients,” she replied back. We texted for a bit, turns out she is an x-ray tech and makes pretty good money. I felt a sigh of relief, she has a decent job so maybe my friend was making up rumors about Missy because he liked her?
“What are you doing tonight? You want to hang out?” She asked through text.
I didn’t have any plans, and I haven’t been on a date in a long time, nor got my dick wet in a long time after my breakup. I was tired of playing with myself and needed a nice warm woman, plus Missy had some big tits. So I agreed to chill with her but added a bit of flair to my next text to her.
“Hang out, or go on a date?”
“How about hang out on a date?” she texted back flirtingly.
We made plans and she gave me her address so I could pick her up. I was going to take her out to a nice restaurant and see where things went from there.
I picked her up, she was dressed in a nice summer dress with flowers. She had her short blonde hair up in pigtails, she looked cute. She got in my car and plopped down in the seat, pecked me on the cheek and then put her seatbelt on. She started rummaging through her purse and started applying lip gloss.
“So how old are you?” She asked me.
“Oh, I’m 31, how about you?”
“25, going to be 26 next month.”
We ate dinner, and decided to go back to her place. Her apartment was pretty clean, she had decorative swords on her walls and some medieval themed pictures with knights and castles. There were various pictures of her and her family, and a handgun on the coffee table. She saw me notice it, and laughed.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I live alone and it makes me feel safe. I always keep it loaded, 9 millimeter hollowpoints… that’s the way to go.”
I smirked, “Cool, we’ll have to go target shooting sometime!”
“You have guns?”
“No, but maybe if you get me interested we can share a hobby.”
She sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, “Come on, sit down, don’t be shy.”
I sat down next to her, and put my hand on hers and we held hands.
I heard her whisper, “such a slow mover.”
So I grinned and said, “oh yeah?” and turned to kiss her.
We made out for a good 20 minutes, our hands began to probe – my hands on her tits, pulling her shirt up as she massaged my cock through my pants.
“Take your clothes off,” she said as she nibbled my ear.
I took all of my clothes off and she did too.
“Now, just sit there,” she said as she grabbed the gun. My hear raced.
“Missy…” I stammered.
“Fucking relax, chill,” she said as she sat on the couch naked. She began using the barrel of the gun to massage her clit, and then inserted the barrel into her pussy.
“Fuck…” she moaned, “mmmm I should cock it… my pussy loves cock.”
“Don’t cock it it’s a fucking loaded gun!”
“Cock me, babe…” she said as she pulled the gun out of her wet cunt and spread her legs as to invite me in. I was shook, she still was holding the gun, she was smiling at me and waiting for me to put my cock inside her. I was so nervous my dick started to go a bit limp.
“You need some help?” she asked.
“N-no,” I said as I mounted her, and pushed my cock slowly inside her. Her arms wrapped around me and I felt the cold steel of the gun in her hand against my back.
“Can you put the gun down?” I asked as my cock pushed inside her, “it’s making me nervous.”
She laughed, “damn, don’t be a pussy,” I felt her muscles clench my cock as if to tease me.
“Fuck me,” she panted.
I started with slow long thrusts and started to quicken the pace.
“yeah, just like that…” she said, placing the gun next to her on the couch – she then started to claw my back with her finger nails.
“Oh I like your cock. It feels way better than the cold steel of a gun… I like your gun way better…”
“yeah? I like your holster, it’s nice and tight, perfect place for my gun…” I said as my cock stiffened and got harder inside of her.
“I live dangerously,” she panted as I fucked her, “you are sooo hard! Oh fuck yeah!”
She grabbed the gun and put it in her mouth, licking her pussy juices off the barrel. I could see there was a loaded magazine in it. This chick was crazy. After she was finished licking the gun she put it back down and pulled me down to kiss her lips. With each thrust I could feel her tits jiggle – I could feel I was about to cum.
“Don’t you pull out of me, you hear me? Don’t you fucking dare pull out of my pussy!” She was demanding, almost angry. She bit my lip, as my cock plunged inside her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Shoot it in me baby, come on. Cum. Cum in my little pussy,” she begged.
I couldn’t hold my orgasm off, I filled her up – hot white milky sperm shot deep inside of her as I gripped on to her ass, my hands sliding between her cheeks and the couch cushions. I could feel the cum spraying with each intense pulsation of my orgasm, her legs wrapped around me, not letting me escape.
“Fuck that was good,” she said as she kissed my lips and I rolled off her. She stroked my chest with her nails.
“I’m yours now, ok? You own this body, I’m carrying you inside of me and we are one.”
I grunted, still recovering from busting so many massive nuts inside her.
“Oh you don’t fucking understand, I’m literally your bitch now,” she was raising her voice, getting angry.
She got up, and walked into another room, she came back holding a crystal up to her forhead.
“I can see your aura, you are pure,” she said, standing in front of me. I could see cum dripping from her pussy as she closed her eyes and held the crystal to her forehead.
“I give my body, and my soul to you, for I am the vehicle of your pleasure, it is the goddesses will.”
I have to say, it was kind of hot. She placed the crystal on my forehead, “close your eyes my love…”
I did, I played along with her just to appease her.
“Envision me, all of me – we are one!” She took the crystal and placed it on the coffee table and then started massaging my cock.
“Such a nice package you got there mister….” She put my limp dripping dick in her mouth and started sucking.
I quickly was hard again, her dick sucking skills were beyond anything I’ve ever experienced – it was at this point I realized that I didn’t give a fuck if this chick was bat shit crazy, the sex was great. As she sucked me off, I laid there and caressed her hair. She looked up at me, making eye contact and then stopped sucking.
“My pussy is so so so wet with your babies already baby…” then she jumped on me and mounted me, I slit right in, my cum that was already inside her dripped down my balls. She began bucking on me, riding my cock like a pro. Her breasts bouncing in my face, I grabbed on to them and started sucking.
“Oh yeah, suck them tits babe!!” she screamed as she bucked wildly on my dick. I could feel her once again clenching her pussy muscles, and then she lost it – she lost complete control over her body and she started to convulse wildly.
“I’m…CUMMING!!” She screamed. Her orgasm was intense, I’ve never seen a woman writhe around like she did, almost as if she was possessed – her eyes rolled back, her body shook, she screamed gutturally – and then she collapsed on me, shaking.
“I love you…” she whispered, breathing heavily.
I put my arms around her, my cock still inside, pulsating. She started moving her hips slowly, pushing my dick up and down, in and out.
“You gonna cum in me again?” she asked, almost shyly as she bit her lower lip in a cute way.
“I’m going to fill that pretty pussy up that you’ll be dripping for weeks,” I said.
She grabbed my neck, gently, “fill me up, own my body, take my body!”
We fucked for another good 20 minutes and I released more cum into her needy pussy.
She dismounted me, and we cuddled for the rest of the evening. I needed to work the next day and didn’t have a change of clothing. It was getting late, it was almost around midnight and I needed to be up at 5:30 AM.
“Thank you for such a great evening, I really need to get going I have to work tomorrow.”
She was silent. I started getting dressed and then Missy threw a fit.
“YOU CAN’T SPEND THE NIGHT WITH ME? You FUCKING OWN ME NOW and you’re abandoning me?!”
“No – I want to see you again, how about tomorrow we hook up?”
“WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW?” She said mockingly, “FUCK YOU. You’re all the same. I give you pussy, and you all run away.”
I was a bit shocked, but I knew I could handle this chick.
I walked over to her and kissed her, “Missy, you’re a fucking goddess. You made me so fucking happy, and I want more – I can’t wait to fuck you, to hold you, to learn more about you – but I have to work early in the morning, so I have to go.”
I groped her breasts, and then fingered her cum filled pussy, “I’ll still be with you, deep inside of you – you’ll be carrying me around with you all night.”
I took my fingers that had cum on them and traced her lips, “See?”
She smiled, “That’s a good fucking point…”
Her mood switched completely, she plunged a finger inside her and then licked it.
“You taste good… and yeah, you’re all up inside me… so I guess you are technically spending the night… but just inside me… ok. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I didn’t know about seeing her tomorrow, but I said, “Yes! Tomorrow we’ll have more time and more adventures!”
We kissed at her door and I left.
I woke up to go to work and saw that I had a billion text messages.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I need you.”
“I can’t get over how in love I am.”
“I’m addicted to you.”
“You complete me.”
“Nice cock.”
“I’m yours.”
“Do you even give a fuck?”
“HELLO?”
They just kept going on and on, they’d get dark and then they’d get all lovey dovey again.
I called her on the way in to work to see what the fuck was up, it was early and I fully expected to leave her a voicemail, but she answered.
“Hey! What’s up?” She seemed cheery.
“Everything ok?” I asked.
“Yeah babe, why wouldn’t it be?” She said laughing, as if she didn’t text me all night long.
“Just making sure. I’m glad you had fun last night! It was fun.”
“When I’m done with you, your balls will be empty,” she said erotically and then hung up.
At work she didn’t text me at all. I got home and noticed I had a dozen roses at my door with a package. I opened the package and it was some sexy boxer briefs that had roosters all over them that had printed “nice cock”.
There was a note with the roses that read:
“Dear Lover,
Imagine feeling the tug of someone’s soul, like a magnet. I am so pulled to you, and just want you to know how much I am in love with you. You are perfect, you are handsome – you’ve got that tall dark mysterious look going on and I love everything about it. When you entered me, you entered my soul – and we became one. I can feel you, I know you. I am all yours, there is nothing that can separate our two souls being together. You are my soul mate, and I know you can feel that too. We are meant to be.
Always yours,
Missy”
We barely knew each other. That’s what confused me the most, how was she jumping to these insane levels when we only went on one date? I started to have second thoughts, I knew crazy women were good in the sack, but I didn’t know if I wanted to deal with this level of craziness just for good sex. I decided I’d break it off, it was too much and I was getting nervous.
I called her up, “Hey Missy!”
“Babe! I was getting worried, my poor pussy is so lonely. Don’t neglect your lady…”
I ignored her, “Thank you so much for the flowers, you didn’t need to do tha-“
“Oh! I’m glad you liked them, I’ll be heading over to your place in a few minutes – see you soon my love!” she hung up.
I shook my head. This chick was fucking insane. I was kind of aroused by it. No one ever gave me this much attention, or made me feel so wanted. Not only that, she has beautiful tits and a body that is divine.
There was a knock on my door, softly at first but then it was pounding, then to doorbell rang over and over – I rushed to the door. It was Missy. Tears streamed down her face, and I opened my front door.
“What the fuck dude,” she sobbed.
“What?” I asked, wondering what the hell she was so upset about.
“All fucking day I don’t hear from you I got worried and I thought you found someone else and were fucking around on me!”
She moved past me, pushed past the door and started looking from room to room in my house.
“If I catch a bitch in here she’s going to get hurt. I’ll fucking hurt her. I don’t give a fuck.”
I sat down on the couch, I thought it was kind of funny that she was acting like this. I turned the TV on and let her roam around and do what she needed to do. I heard her rummage through my dresser drawers, moving furniture too. I just shook my head. I don’t know what got into me, maybe it was an attempt to piss her off or just see her reaction – so I loaded up the web browser on my smart TV and went to a well known porn website and searched for ‘lesbian porn’. I put it on and turned on my stereo system to make sure it was loud.
Two women were scissoring and moaning loud, Missy stomped into the room, her face red with anger.
“Fucking FUCK YOU,” she yelled. I got up and moved towards her, she seemed a bit taken aback.
I grabbed her by the throat, “You better calm the fuck down,” I whispered, the two women on the TV moaning in the background. Then I kissed her and shoved her down on the couch. My hands ripped her blouse off and exposed her bra, her eyes widened. It was like I wasn’t in control anymore, I found myself pulling off her pants, her underwear, and then her bra. My teeth bit into her nipple, and she let out a slight wince of pain. She started fumbling with my zipper and my pants – pulling them down. I bit into her neck, and sucked hard – making a bruise, marking her. Her hands gripped my cock.
“Yeah?” she moaned looking into my eyes, “yeah? You want this?”
I grabbed her by the throat again, not gently, but forcefully, and I started to squeeze, I jammed my cock in her cunt, I didn’t give a fuck – she wasn’t even wet so I gripped her throat harder and slammed my dick in.
She started gasping for breath and I released her, and then bit into her neck again.
“You’re mine!” I yelled, “I fucking OWN you!” My cock jamming inside her hole.
“YES!” she screamed. I bit her lip. She was getting off on this, so was I.
I grabbed her by the hair and turned her around doggy style – I saw her pink little anus inviting me in, so I spit on it and pushed my hard dick against her tight shithole.
“NO!” she panted, “I don’t do ANAL!”
I pushed her head down into the couch and slammed my cock in her asshole. She screamed, and it pushed me to violate her even more. I rammed my cock in her ass, she screamed in pain and then relented, seemingly almost passing out for how intense the agony was. She grunted as I held her down, pumping my thick cock in her violated ass. She stopped trying to fight it, and her body went a bit limp. I pulled my dick out of her asshole and slid it into her pussy.
“Fuck…” she said hoarsely. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.
“You’re a bad girl, a bad naughty little slut!” I yelled at her, pummeling her cunt as hard as I could.
“Yes! I’m a bad girl!” she cried as I spanked her and fucked her.’
Her ass was bright red, even swelling a little from the strikes my hand left on her ass cheeks.
I pulled out, “Suck it!” I demanded.
She turned around and faced my cock, putting her lips on it. Her hair was done up in cute little short pigtails, and I grabbed them and pulled her in to face fuck my dick.
“I said suck it, you cunt!”
She started choking on my cock, tears swelling up in her eyes. I pulled out of her throat and mouth and sat down next to her – I had to get ahold of myself, before I hurt her.
“Hey…” she murmured, her makeup and eyeliner running. She was a mess.
“I-“ I couldn’t say anything, I just sat there looking at what I did to her. Her neck was bruised from my bite marks, her body looked so frail, she was shaking a bit.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, almost like she did something wrong. The lesbian porn continued on both women moaning as one of them started squirting.
I shook my head, “because I don’t want to hurt you.”
She moved in and kissed my lips softly, her hands clasped my face, “you’re a nice man… and I know I can be a handful. I have issues. I know I have issues.”
Her hands trailed my chest, and we looked into each other’s eyes.
“Fuck,” I said, turning away.
“I’ll leave… I’ll leave you alone, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said as she started getting up off the couch.
I grabbed her wrist, “It’s not that, it’s that I find you… fascinating. I crave your attention. I think it’s due to so many people just kind of ignoring me in my life. But you? You actually see me. You actually want me,” I said as she sat back down.
She leaned against me and put her arm around me, her attention was drawn to the TV, watching the two lesbians lick and suck each other.
“I fucked a girl once,” she said, “well, maybe twice.”
She sighed, “Maybe I should tell you more about me so you know what you’re getting into. You’re right, I am a whore, a slut. I’ve been with a lot of people, as a matter of fact you’re number 41. I usually get dumped on my ass pretty quick because I have trust issues and I get jealous for stupid reasons. I’m starting therapy – I actually called a therapist today, not just because I understand that I have a problem, but because I met you and I like you a lot, fuck I even was saying I love you… and I know that was way too soon. And the first time we were together I fucked myself with a loaded gun just to throw you off and confuse you, so you would run off scared like all the others – but you didn’t. You didn’t run. When you didn’t run I tried so hard to find a fault with you – and then my brain convinced me that somehow I was just a side chick to you. Hell I was even thinking you were secretly married. I may have a fetish for cum, and even being hurt – yet I don’t want to be. Sometimes the pain feels so good to me because it makes me feel human instead of being so fucking numb. And you… you make me feel real, and not numb.”
There was a long silence, and then I said, “I don’t care how many people you’ve been with – I think society puts that stigma on people and it’s stupid. Why can’t women have fun too? And I kind of have a creampie fetish,” I said, smirking, “and that pussy of yours is divine as hell… and you let me cum in it.”
“I’m going to try not to be the psycho everyone obviously warned you about, but I can’t promise I won’t fuck up from time to time,” she said, her hand gently touching my cheek.
I kissed her, and we made love. The lesbians on TV moaned in orgasmic delight as Missy shuttered and came on my cock. After I pumped her full of cum, we relaxed and talked more. We definitely came to an understanding that day.

I’ve been dating Missy for 3 years, we’re engaged now. She’s healed so much over the years – we now live together and are trying to start a family. She’s been off birth control for 3 months, and I’ve been seeding her pussy almost every day. There has been a few times when Missy lost touch with reality, but for the most part she’s been trying to enjoy her life with me.
I did tell her that if she had an itch to scratch, if she wanted another dude that she could have fun – but she just shook her head and said, “Your cock is the only one I want, but I might want to scratch my pussy on another woman… and you can watch if you want?”
“I’ll participate.” I said.
“Okay,” Missy said and kissed me, “I know the perfect person we can fuck.”
I grabbed her ass, “Damn, you’re such a slut!”
She winked at me, “Yes, but I’m your slut. I can’t wait until you meet Jillian! We have to get this shit out of the way before you knock me up!”
I laughed, “Jillian?”
“She’s my side piece,” Missy said.
“For how long?” I asked, not wanting to seem like I was jealous.
“For when I’m single and lonely, but I haven’t talked to her in 3 years… since we met. But I’m sure she’s down to fuck.”
“You’re not going to get mad if I fuck her?” I asked with suspicion.
“Babe, I’m going to be guiding your beautiful cock inside her while I lick her clit. One thing, you can only cum in me, ok? That cum is mine. Your babies are mine.”
“I’ll do this only if you want to do this, it’s all up to you – I just want you to be a happy woman.”
“I think if we have fun together like this sometimes it will be fine,” Missy smacked my ass, and then asked, “should I bring the gun when we fuck Jillian so I can stick it in her pussy??”
This might be continued… depends on reception.

Porn addiction is better than sex. 

I bought my wife a huge bbc dildo real life replica of a porn star. I’ve been pretty pussy free since then. She’s addicted and loves creaming on it..

She's Motherless now, but I'm going to change that!

I’ve never met anyone like this slut, and I’m trying to change her status from being motherless to a mother. I’ve had threesomes with her and a few of her friends, and she’s open to about anything.
I met her through a mutual friend and we hit it off immediately. She actually walked up to me and initiated the conversation, and in no time our faces were attached and our tongues were darting around each other’s mouths. I’ve been fucking her (and her friends) for 5 months now, but it seems we’re getting a bit more serious and prefer more one on one time. I used to wear condoms with her for the first few weeks we fucked, but she now insists that condoms are a barrier to our intimacy, and I agree with her.
I’ve fallen for her, and she says she’s deeply in love with me – that she’s obsessed and addicted to me… it’s fucked up because I feel the same way about her. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other. I started to creampie her because she “wants to take me with her when we’re not together,” and when we are with each other we can’t keep our hands off of each other. She has the same porn interests as me, and sometimes we even browse this website together – so she suggested “let’s give all the horny motherfuckers a show.”
In this picture I groped her tits and fucked her (she took the pic so she could see things from my point of view). I also oiled up her body a bit. The second picture is the nice load I left inside of her dripping out of her unbelievably tight cunt. Her natural tits are so soft, like clouds. Her skin is perfect.
“I’m going to breed you,” I said as my cock was thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.
“Breed this bitch, I’m yours!” she panted, taking my cock with a smile as her legs locked around my back.
I think I’m going to ask her to marry me. My cock is so fucking hard just writing this, and I wish I could leave work and go to her place and fuck her – but unfortunately I have to wait until I get off!
Everything about her is sweet. A lot of the women I’ve gone down on definitely have a smell and a bitter taste, not her – it’s fucking sweet as a peach – like fucking honey. When she cums all over my face, she loses control of her body, and it’s so wonderful to see. Her sexy tits bounce and jiggle, and I have to pin her down as her legs squeeze my head in her uncontrolled orgasmic state.
I used to have issues thinking my dick was too small (it’s 6.5 inches), but after being with her and the way she builds me up – she assures me that it’s nice and thick and fits perfectly in her pussy.
So tonight, I might fuck her and take her out to eat. She’s hinted at being with me forever – so maybe this weekend I can find a ring to put around her finger.
Thanks for listening to my rant – I’m just overwhelmed with being obsessed with this goddess.
And no, before anyone asks I’m not into sharing her with other men. She’s bisexual so any fucking around she’s doing is with other women and I’m usually a part of it (although we seem way more invested in creating a monogamous relationship than we were before at this point).

I'm addicted to amateur porn & jerking off. I've jerked off at least once for as many days as I can remember and more than once most of those days. I've done so much so many days in a row I can barely get hard and only shoot a little trickle. But I can't stop.  just jerked off to a  big tittied nigger woman on k1K. 

I have an ex-gf that lives out of town that I'm planning to meet up with in about 20 days. I have to stop jerking off so much before i see her bc if I dont, my dick will be in pitiful shape & I wont be able to fuck her properly. How do I make myself not jerk off for at least 3 days in a row? Have any of you ever gone that long without jerking off or having sex before? How do you do it?

This porn addiction is affecting my sleep

I know my porn addiction is bad because I just packed away by 6th 2TB hard drive and am starting on another.

One reason I would like to live in the usa is the huge amount of drug addicts. Plenty of street hookers who are willing to do just about anything fot money. I would love to shack up with one of them and do whatever I want with them. While myself being high on cocaine and alcohol. Anyone from the us who have done this?

Too bad there is little porn like this online. Or maybe I just don't know where to find it

Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

Dear reedr SDg gbhbbkjcvkjbbbd

Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

Dear reedr SDg gbhbbkjcvkjbbbd

Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

the kind of men that exist here are why young women arent as interested in dating anymore. what kind of chick wants to fuck some limp-dicked kink addict who cant even get it hard for normal sex, jacks off to shit and bugs in their dickhole, and posts pictures of their exes on porn sites? what kind of chick wants to date dudes period once they become aware that that could be any guy they know? not the kind that anyone would want to be with longterm, thats for sure. id pity you people if i wasnt so glad that youre voluntarily removing yourself from the gene pool.