My Piss Chronicles

[Puddlecheckfr 84]

Hey!

 

I was just recently introduced to this site and thought it could be a great outlet for me. I am a writer at heart, I love abstracting all of my feelings and experiences into prose, and more relevant to this topic, I've found a lot of personal enjoyment in sharing my sexual stories in the form of erotica. While I have places and people that I share those recollections with, I've always found myself omitting the piss-related ones just because it's such a niche interest that categorically scares a lot of people away. So, as you may imagine, I was quite excited when I found this section of the forum, and as the title suggests, decided it was finally the place to document... My Piss Chronicles.

 

Now, I'm a very sexual character, it's in my nature. I am a respectful, attentive, passionate, pleasure-oriented person who loves to charm and flirt; combined with the long, curvy secret in my pants, I've been gifted lots of amazing sexy experiences with lots of amazing sexy people that I am forever grateful for. Now, as much as I love humble-bragging anonymously on niche kink forums, this fact does find relevance in our story here today. A lot of people have to hope that they find partners who share their kinks, but I was blessed with the ability to open people's minds. While I have many taboo kinks and fantasies, one of the foremost has always been piss for as long as I can remember, and I have taken many of my partners from a place of disinterest to a place of kinky bliss. This leaves me with many directions I could start with, but I think the best tone-setter for this collection of experiences would be that of the soft Catholic girl who ended up with a wide-open smile in the midst of a relentless golden shower.

 

While I had participated in some kink play before, this was my first romantic partner that I ever shared my piss interest with, and as luck would have it, she was the first one to give it a try too. Frosty blue eyes, hip-length golden brown hair, angular and curvaceous, smooth snowy skin, and an aura of powerful, professional poise. If your head didn't turn while reading that, it certainly would while she passed you by. Except for me! Not because I was disinterested, but because I was looking down at an email on my phone and bumped right into her, knocking her over. It was in the hand offered to help her up where I met that wintery gaze and instantly became enraptured (and apologetic too, I felt like a total asshole for bumping her over). The connection was instant and electric, as a couple of friendly hangouts quickly spiraled into a very intense emotional and physical connection. The only hang up, she was super duper Catholic. I don't mean "goes to church every Sunday" super duper Catholic, I'm talking "direct family member is a high-ranking clergy member" super duper Catholic.

 

Now, I should add to this that while I am not a religious person, I don't take issue with those who are. I just bring up this aspect to say that as a young, smooth-talking, atheistic person, I am kind of like a vampire to those circles, I had never gotten so personally close with one just because my lack of religious values tends to put them off. But, underneath a veil of sheltered innocence, she was looking for more. She knew what I was, she pursued me after I helped her up, she made first contact. She had done classic shy Catholic hand stuff with some guys before, but had never even been naked with someone else, and here she ended up. While I gave her plenty of more exciting experiences than a half-assed rubbing through the jeans, this site isn't about that. Funnily enough, I never even dreamed of bringing the subject of piss up to her. At least, not initially...

 

It was sweltering hot in the thick of July when we were participating in an all-day outdoor event (short sidenote here: I really do not love giving identifying factors. When I'm not a caveman-brained sex goblin, I do some pretty specific stuff in some pretty specific areas, so you'll have to fill in some of the less sexy blanks yourself across these chronicles), moving from place to place on foot with no cover from the scorching sun. Our only defenses were our giant insulated water bottles, which we kept filling with freezing water and emptying all throughout the miserable day. Finally, exhausted, we got back to my house to crash and relax, where we weren't even five minutes into an episode of Arrested Development when she got up and proclaimed that she was about to explode. It was her favorite show whereas it was my first time watching, so she insisted I keep it playing while she ran off to the bathroom.

 

TV volume up, bedroom door closed, all the way down the hall into the bathroom, which also had a closed door. This is how far and through how much filtering she was from me, and yet you could've believed there was a fucking waterfall right next to me. The show was by no means at low volume, yet suddenly I couldn't even hear the softer delivered lines underneath the intensity of the fire hydrant that was evidently cracked open in my home. It was genuinely so jarring that I had to step out into the hallway to make sure that my suspicion was right, and some confirmation it was as I approached the bathroom door. The distinct ring of spraying in the toilet bowl splashing down into the water would've been enough, but through it I could hear her soft little moans and sighs of relief, and suddenly I was throbbing in my underwear.

 

Time tends to have that Matrix slow-mo effect for me when I find myself in a sexy situation, and I didn't have a stopwatch on me, so who knows how long it really went on for, but I swear she was draining herself for two minutes straight, letting out those whimpery noises of relief all the while. Towards the end, the noises got a little bit louder as the final spurts sprayed out in sporadic little blasts, which to me is one of the hottest parts of the piss experience. I wish I could say that I was able to play it off like a master, but I have a very prominent bulge, and the humor of Darren Cross sadly does not make it flare up, so she immediately questioned me when she returned, whereupon I had the structural integrity of a pancake. I confessed to her that it was her pissing that turned me on. While she may have teased about needing to mega-hydrate more often, before solving my predicament with lips still smirking from her joke, it was pretty clear that she was weirded out, or at least didn't understand it.

 

I was perfectly fine to leave it at that, I really was! I would never impose my interests on someone who did not want them, I don't find that very attractive or particularly consensual for my own liking. So that was that. Or, I would've thought so. Shortly after this, she'd begin announcing when she was going to pee, something that she had never done prior; while my spider senses were tingling, I also suffer from major confirmation bias habits, so that wasn't necessarily enough to ping my radar. But once it escalated to her texting me and telling me how good it felt, how relieving it was, or how much she needed to go, nearly every time she went, then I finally had to bring it up. Was she messing with me? Was she just trying to cater to my interests? The answer, according to her, is that she just couldn't stop thinking about it. My reading of the tone was correct, she was very offput that first night because she had no forewarning and it was quite out of left field for her after what was already a very physically and mentally exhausting day. But the more time it sat with her, the more time she wanted to understand it; it was something she had never even heard of before. When I tried to probe further into her curiosity, she shut down and did not want to talk about the subject anymore, so I backed off.

 

It was an innocent enough afternoon spent relaxing and playing Mario Kart when she asked me to come with her, the tone in her voice successfully deceiving me. I thought she might have needed my help with something, or wanted to show me something she found earlier and forgot about, but she led me by the hand into the bathroom, where she dropped her shorts and panties to her ankles in one fell swoop. I will never forget the look she gave me in this moment; the reddest face I've ever seen in my life, powerful eyes afraid to meet mine for the first time, knees involuntarily bouncing back and forth from a full bladder. That gaze-averting inverse staring contest dragged on for a hot moment before she finally got comfortable enough to start, the first trickle enough to get me raging hard in an instant. Stepping forward, I put my left hand on her bouncing right thigh, while the right hand gripped her chin to pull her in for a kiss. It may not be a Cinderella-esque vision to most, but kissing a beautiful woman while she's pissing ranks in among the most intimate and special things to me, I absolutely love the feeling of it like nothing else and seek to do it as much as I can as often as I can in my life. 

 

She didn't say anything in that moment or immediately after, and she didn't need to, I could see in her eyes that she also felt what I just did. Still, I find the verbal confirmation sexy, and that came when she asked if I needed to go too, in a low, hushed tone that I had only ever heard before while whispering obscenities from deep inside of her. As luck would have it, I did have to go, and made no hesitation dropping my own pants. She left her own at her ankles as she stood up to lend the toilet to me, her eyes laser focused on my cock as I now found myself the one burning up and hesitant. It was only a couple of seconds into my own stream that she stuck her hand down in front of it, moving her fingers through it before softly grasping them around my tip, sliding up the whole soft length with a swirl, cause my piss to spray into her palm and back onto me. There was a certain tone in the way she said "It's so warm" that sticks out to me even today; a tone that wasn't trying to be sexy or turn me on, it was a real observation, she said it with such fascination and an underlying tone of arousal... I couldn't stop myself from growing in her hand until eventually she was stroking me with both of them, the wet sounds of my cock lubed by my own piss only topped in hotness by gushing several thick ropes of cum down into the fusion of our collective relief.

 

This kind of back and forth play became a fairly recurring, unaddressed dynamic in our relationship, and it was fucking awesome. To get back from an evening on the town, or pause a movie, or get up in the middle of the night and just both know what's about to go down for what is just a boring bodily function to 99% of people. To know and to experience each other in such a dirty way. But things can't go unaddressed forever, everything comes out eventually. Or, as you're probably thinking: "Where the fuck is the golden shower already?" Same thing. Either way, after a nice little while of this routine, she finally asked the questions that had been building in her. I'll skip most of the questioning, as the majority of it could be easily gathered by a glance at my profile, if not just the general fact that I'm on this website and writing this thread right now. The relevant questioning here came when she asked if I was fine with the part where I spray it on her hands. Of course I was, I was more than fine with it. "Well... Would you want to do it anywhere else on me?" Of course I would. I told her all of the places I wanted to. On her busty chest down to her stomach, from her thighs to her feet, on her round little ass, all over her soft pink pussy, and of course I wanted my piss drenching her beautiful face, to soak her flowing hair. I wanted it in her mouth. I wanted it in her thoughts. Simply put, I wanted to spray her down completely.

 

I know the grand climax here is sort of spoiled by the start of the story where I mentioned a very eager goldens shower, but it couldn't come full circle any other way. She was sheltered, she was shy, she never presented herself to the public as anything other than a completely composed and serious person, and yet here she was kneeling in front of me in the shower. I am a lover of the human body, I am so sensual and passionate, I find beauty everywhere and could gush forever about the infinite beauty I find in every pose of every body part of every partner I've enjoyed, and I was so struck by this feeling. The idea of pissing on someone is hot, but to piss on someone who I find so special, so beautiful, so unique, it was without proper words to describe it. To see her in her most natural form, gazing up at me with eyes like shimmering gemstones, a smile on her face that couldn't be faked... That was my "It's so warm" moment, my brief moment of unfiltered fascination and lust before unleashing a lifetime on unfulfilled desire. As she modeled and danced for me in an ever spreading puddle of my piss, a full mouth and dripping head to toe, I came to a realization.

 

I'm a very sexual character, that's how this whole story began. I'm ashamed to say that early on in my sexual career, I was so thrilled by the ability and the possibilities that I found myself getting into situations just for the stimulation, pairing with partners just because I could and not because I felt anything. That's why this story is special to me, and why I see it as the proper start to my adventures. My realization in that incredibly sexy moment was that nothing compares to exploring this part of myself with someone who I'm truly attracted to. I don't find people attractive very often, my mind is just picky and yearns for a specific fusion of personal, intellectual, and physical attraction that I have rarely ever found. I think I could probably have sex with anyone, but to find someone attractive is very special and rare to me. Why would I go through the sexual motions with people I'm obligating myself to when I could plumb my deepest fantasies with people I feel a magnetic pull towards? From that moment, I never again have done anything sexual with someone I didn't have that primal attraction to. It may give me way less potential options, but quality blows quantity out of the water.

 

Thinking back to the moments in this story fill me with such a deep lust, I hope they've done something for you, or at least have kept you entertained. Either way, this is only the beginning of My Piss Chronicles, so stay tuned for more! Like I said, I have many wonderful experiences to share which I'll be documenting in this thread, I just felt this one to be the most appropriate introduction. I'll add onto this thread as more recollections fondly come to me, feel free to leave any questions, comments, or concerns and I'll address 'em, I love feedback!

[Puddlecheckfr 84]

I initially started writing a different memory as my second entry, and then my progress got erased and I took it as my sign to tell a different one. The one that got lost will be told eventually, but I decided that now is not the time. I guess my computer decided that for me, but whatever, same difference. After securing her blessing to bring the story to the public, this tale actually involves me and another lovely member of our very own site! And while I have been known to work fast, no, we did not meet on this site lol, the main part of this story predates my joining by around a year, and our connection is even longer than that. Now I would assume it goes without saying, but just to cover my bases, please don't go looking for the user, that is not the point of telling this story. If she chooses to reveal herself then that's awesome, but otherwise you'll have to fill in some of the blanks on your own.

"Amy" is the fictional name that I'll be applying to her for the sake of anonymity, just because there is some backstory required for this. So, Amy and I grew up going to school together, and while we had some mutual friends, we never had shared classes and were never really in shared circles, so we hardly knew each other except for "that one person who is friends with all of my friends". Now, I can't speak to my performance on her own radar, but she has always been so incredibly attractive to me, and as I mentioned in my previous entry, I don't really find people attractive overwhelmingly often, and she is veeeeeery attractive. In our shared interest of privacy I will skip my usual flowery description, suffice to say that her style is so rare and beautiful and constantly thrilling, the kind of person you imagine more often than you meet in real life. And funny enough, the first time we ever truly interacted with each other was in a sexual context.

It was late into high school when my girlfriend abruptly dumped me, which totally wrecked me because it was my first serious relationship and came as a complete shock to me. In this state of mind, I decided to finally make some kind of attempt on Amy's attention. Shy at first, I contacted her anonymously, and then after establishing interest with some... external factors, I revealed myself and everything was chill. I feel I shouldn't have to tell you all, but just in case, you should definitely not contact people in this way, I was very young and dumb and it is honestly insane that it worked at all, I would not recommend it, always be up front, because if the truth doesn't satisfy them then what are you even doing? Okay, detour aside, we entered a discussion of kinks and got into an "oh yeah? I bet you can't top this!" battle until we both arrived at the interest that all of us here share.

We had our mutual interest established, but we never ended up actually physically doing anything, and then life happened. What was just a sexting fantasy faded as high school ended and both of us branched off in life and found ourselves in different relationships. Through chance, we ended up reconnecting really majorly as great friends in young adulthood after finding many similarities in our more matured selves, beginning to occasionally hang out to smoke and listen to music or whatever. The kink was always the elephant in the room, never really addressed, but always there. One time we were watching TV at my place and she got up to use the bathroom and when she got back she made a passing reference like "Haha, remember that one time..." to which I was like "Haha, yeahh...", still not really addressing it. On one particularly hot occasion, we were out driving and she had to go and couldn't hold it so she pulled over and used the car as a shield while pissing in the grass on the side of the road. I can't say that I wasn't aroused, but she was in a relationship at the time and there was no discussion of anything kink related beforehand, so I just remained in the car with my eyes lasered forward at the empty road ahead, ears trying to focus on the radio.

But I wouldn't be including this in my legendary memory thread if it was just that, that was just the tense build up and backstory that was mounting and mounting until it boiled over. Last year, we had both gotten out of relationships and happened to bump into each other on a dating app, and it wasn't very far into matching when it was finally brought up. Actually, solely for the sake of this story, I dug up the conversation to transcribe that snippet for you:

Amy: "Are you still into piss? Could be a risky question but tbh it's my main thing"

Me: "Haha I am, the risk is why I didn't say it, I have learned not to be too open about that one... but yeah that's been one of my top things for a very long time"

And little could we know that that chain of messages would lead to all sorts of naughty, wet insanity. Now, some experiences are best saved for later, or for private remembrance only, but for the purposes of this entry, I'd love to tell you about the time that a play session left us so horny that we had to do it again with upped ante only a couple nights later. It was the Spring, and we had just established our kinky connection when we decided to have a dedicated play session to test the waters. Meeting up at my place, we passed a bong back and forth while listening to music, the backdrop for us both crushing two tall drinks each. We continued to chill there until the urge to relieve ourselves grew overwhelming, our sign to depart off for our late night fun.

Firing up a joint to pass back and forth on our walk, we made our way down a secluded walking trail over to a nearby pond, which was buzzing with frogs and turtles as we approached a bench to use as our base of operations. Pulling her shorts and panties down, Amy got seated on the bench, not taking long before she started spraying a steady stream with the most satisfying little hiss, some spraying the bench seat but most going down to form a noticeably dark puddle on the soft dirt below. It was so fucking hot watching her totally empty herself on that bench, craning my neck over to get a full view of her pussy, running my hand under the stream and across her pussy lips and her thighs, bringing it back to my lips to get a taste.

All of the sensuality of this whole exchange got me so aroused that, before I knew it, my cock was already throbbing, much too hard to possibly piss from. With Amy's piss soaked hands wrapped around to help me overcome that obstacle, I found my hands tending to her own arousal brought on by all the pissing, finally cumming before long at the sensation of her hands working me, wet from her own doing. After that, I was finally biologically clear for takeoff, standing up to release my own bladder. I let loose a fairly big stream on top of the muddy mess that hers formed, feeling her grip once again to help guide it as I did.

Shining her flashlight below, she jokingly said "puddle check" as we admired our collective naughtiness, destined to only be enjoyed by us before drying up before anyone else would find it. Yet, that moment finds immortality in my username here now, mainly just cause I thought it was a funny expression though haha. We relished in our horniness and naughtiness on the walk back home, though I couldn't help but feel like my own contributions to the puddle check were not proportional to how much I drank and how full I was feeling, until suddenly I was struck by a second wave. We froze in place on the trail, her flashlight again flipping on, this time to watch me finish what I started as a seemingly nonstop stream of crystal clear piss sprayed out for quite some time before letting up.

It was only a few days later while walking my dog when I received a message from Amy totally out of the blue saying that she wanted to meet up again, and that she wanted to drink my piss directly from my cock, followed shortly by a video of her draining herself into a plastic cup before drinking from that in preparation of what she wanted. I would hope it goes without saying that we met up that same night, ready to go even further than our previous encounter. Repeating our drinking and smoking beforehand, we found ourselves this time venturing to a bench in an even more secluded patch of woods, the perfect place for the naughty fun we had in mind. We again found ourselves a little immediately horny off the bat, finishing each other off with our mouths this time before getting into the pissing.

While down on the ground from eating her, I found myself drinking from her, loving all of the wetness on my face. After she finished leaving an impressive foundational puddle with the rest of what I didn't drink, it was time to do the drinking that she had in mind when she first hit me up. Standing and holding my cock forward to get a straight flow, I let loose and she ducked down to get it in her mouth, bringing her lips forward to hold my tip in while giving her a mouthful. After she got her taste, she pulled back and gave her taste test results (mine beat hers! woohoo! team puddle #1, i thought hers was better though because hers is hotter), before telling me that she wanted me to empty the rest of my bladder onto her pussy.

Instantly ready to fulfill her wishes, I readjusted my position, with her sitting back up on the bench with her legs high in the air to have her pussy spread and ready for me. Aiming my cock dead-on, I showered her relentlessly while she rubbed her clit with the warm wetness, working herself up to full horniness once again. Amy and I left that bench and the concrete below it absolutely soaked, drenched with our collective piss on that night. It was so fucking hot, I think back to it all the time with so much lust, to mutually drink and mutually share such a dirty, kinky connection. I may have the ability to open my partners' minds to the idea of playing with the kink, but nothing beats someone who gets off on it just as hard as you do, and that's what makes Amy my most cherished kink partner. In each other, and on here, we find so much freedom to explore this part of ourselves, and to me at least, that's as fulfilling as it is hot! I hope you all enjoyed this, I enjoy the memory of it quite often.

Edited January 24 by Puddlecheckfr
first published before i was finished, then edited it out, then re-edited it now that it's done lol, enjoy!