My First Golden Shower

The first time I saw a golden shower while watching porn, I thought it was absolutely disgusting. The idea of someone pissing on me—or God forbid, in my mouth—was absolutely horrendous to me. But beyond my horror was intrigue—what does it taste like? Do you smell like piss afterwards? Is humiliation a turn on? How many women enjoy it?

The night I decided I wanted it, I begged for it.

It was late at night. My partner and I were lying in bed, talking about our future, and the conversation had gotten emotional. We were unsure of what our future held, and to what extent we would be in each other’s lives. We were both in tears when the mood began to shift. One moment we were laying quietly side by side, and the next he was on top of me. He hoisted my legs up, placed them on his shoulders, and found my entrance with his cock. My heart skipped a beat—this position usually meant that it was going to be intense. Though I knew he’d never hurt me, deep penetration can always be slightly nerve-wrecking. He pushed in slowly, gauging my reaction. I was already wet. He inched farther and farther in, and my breath became shaky as I stretched and adjusted to fit him. Taking a moment to enjoy my tightness, he groaned. I squeezed him as hard as I could with my pussy, letting him know I was there with him.

Like a car engine revving up, he hit what felt like the back of my wall faster and faster. I moaned at the intensity of it. With my legs as far up as they were, I was struggling to relax. Sex is as much of a physical fuck as it is a mental fuck. At times like these, I know it’s my fear of letting go that restrains me from feeling pleasure—and the only way to enjoy myself is to surrender. My mind was processing this as my body was egging my mind to let go, and I did. I gave myself permission to enjoy getting fucked, to enjoy being dominated, and to embrace being open and vulnerable. I’ve learned that it takes more power and strength to surrender than to resist.

At this point, I was in nirvana. My mind went blank and I couldn’t think of anything else but the sensation of getting fucked. I clung to the bedsheets, hoping something could anchor me. “You belong to me, you understand?” He said. “My pussy belongs to you,” I echoed in a whiny and breathless voice. “No. You belong to me, Ruby. All of you.” He said while fucking me harder to make his message clear.

In the past, this would have been a no-go for me. But knowing this man, and having been through everything we’ve been through, made this different. He’s not a controlling psycho that I would ever feel unsafe with. While we were dominant and submissive in bed, we were equal partners outside the bedroom. This man has had my back since day one. I felt safe and loved—and turned on as fuck.

“I’m yours, I’m yours.” I moaned. It felt so good to say it. I love the idea of belonging to him. To be owned, collared, and dominated in all ways—because he deserves this kind of loyalty, and fuck, I deserve someone who loves and treasures me the way he does. The bubble of rough sex we were in, from the mental and physical domination, was thick in the air.

He fucked me for several more hours, but frankly, I do not recall all of it. It was so intense that it all became a blur. But I do remember lying next to one another afterwards. We were both worn out and exhausted from fucking when I desperately wanted to be marked. “Will you piss on me?” I asked nervously. I never thought I’d spill my secret desire to anyone, let alone actually make the request. But here I was, vulnerable, naked in bed, and wanting piss on my body. He stood up, grabbed my hand, and walked me in the bathroom. I sat in the tub as we looked at each other. His eyes were twinkling with warmth as he looked at me with a grin. He stroked his dick until I felt a warm stream running down my neck, chest, pussy, and legs. I reveled in it the whole time. It felt so good to have his piss all over me like some sort of branding. When he was done, he sat on top of the toilet as we looked at one another. We were both smiling as I felt a glow within me. It felt like I was meant to do this. That moment we shared as I was sitting in the tub with piss all over me, was filled with warmth, love, and mutual trust. I will never forget it.

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