[FM] The time I fulfilled my filthiest watersport fantasy

I have a bit of a piss fetish. I feel like there’s nothing more degrading a guy can do to you than point his soft dick at you while you’re on your knees and just hose you down. I had been peed on by partners after much discussion in prepared environments (a bathtub usually) before, but I regularly fantasized about a stranger doing it to me in some dirty, filthy alleyway on a spur of the moment.

Anyway, one night last year I went clubbing, hooked up with a guy, went back to his place, fucked, he came very quickly and passed out.

It’s rare for me not to cum from sex, so I was frustrated. His place was a ten minute walk from mine fortunately, so I pulled back on my underwear, dress and shoes, let myself out of his apartment and started to make my way home.

[FM] My flatmate struck out. So did I. We helped each other out.

I went to college, both undergrad and masters, in the same city I grew up in, which meant I lived with my parents all through that time. I had a couple of boyfriends that my parents were cool with sleeping over, but for those five years, if I wanted to fuck a random guy I would have to go back to his place or pick a night when my parents were away or find a secluded public spot.

In late 2018 I moved to a different city for my first real job, and I took advantage of being out on my own straight away. I had no interest in finding a boyfriend, I wanted to have the slut phase I felt like I missed out on in college.

On a good week in 2019 I’d have a fuck buddy over one night in the week, meet a guy for a tinder date late in the week and bring him home, then go clubbing on the weekend and bring home a guy for sloppy drunk sex. I was feeling like a goddess and loving life.

I was living in a nice apartment with three other guys at the time, I’ll call them Alex, Brian and Conor (not their real names.)