It was on my Kinky Bucket List, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Still, when it happened, I was surprised. I was surprised because he was doing it, yes, but I was also surprised that he was doing it. As in, when it was happening.
That’s right, I couldn’t tell.
He was in me. Fucking me on the kitchen floor (because, um, that’s where everyone has sex, right?) He stopped pumping into me for a few minutes and just held still, deep inside of me, while I squirmed beneath him. That’s not that unusual. He fucks me hard, then shoves deep into me and stops, holding still. Usually making me squirm against him, trying (usually unsuccessfully) to get him to resume thrusting, but more often grinding myself against him until I come. And then he starts all over again. So end result, I didn’t find anything unusual in what he was doing.
Until he asked me if I knew what he was doing.
I lay there on the floor with him on top of me, in me, and me fairly well physically thrashed, and could not come up with any kind of answer.
Maybe I should mention that the day had already been incredibly full of things made me go hmm. And had the end result of making my brain stop.
It had started out that morning with a scene that failed as a Picture Request, but that totally rocked as a shoving-large-dildoes-into-Jade’s-cunt-and-then-fisting-her-while-she-writhes-on-the-floor-with-legs-tied-open-unable-help-herself scene. And after that there was the whip-Jade-until-she-begs-to-let-her-go-back-to-work scene, because I’d been, oh, somewhat distracted and not concentrating on said work. And it ended with this shove-Jade-down-on-the-kitchen-floor-and-fuck-her scene — that suddenly turned into something else. I’d ended up being shoved down on the kitchen floor and fucked silly because when he’d asked me where I wanted to be fucked during a break I had just stared at him blankly, unable to complete a thought, much less a sentence. My mind was still in that blank space when he told me what he was doing.
“I’m pissing in you, Jade,” he’d said.
But it wasn’t until later, when I sat up and felt his urine, pouring out of my body, that I really got what he had done. He’d urinated inside me.
And then he pissed on me.
Here’s the weird part: just as it always does, it was that part that got to me.
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