Open your mouth and close your eyes . . .
I really want to piss on a girl.
I'm a little surprised that with all the depraved shit I've gotten into that I haven't done this yet, but, like they say, tomorrow's a new day.
The thought of doing it with some kinky role-playing chick that's into degradation doesn't do it for me though. How is it really degrading and humiliating if you agree to it and plan it ahead of time?
Why pretend when you could have the real deal?
I want to do it with a completely vanilla young thing, someone who’s never even considered this kind of thing, the very first time we hook up, before she knows anything about my depravity.
In the middle of our by-the-numbers encounter, I'll just aim at her face and let 'er rip, completely by surprise. I love to picture the look of shock and disgust on her face as she realizes what's happening. I think that my abandon at just letting the piss fly right there in my bedroom will only compound her terrible surprise.
I can't wait to see how she'll react. Horror and rage are likely. She probably won't just grab her clothes and flee the apartment, running out into the night with her hair dripping piss, although that would be hot. Leaping out of bed and locking herself in the bathroom might be a natural reaction in the moment, but it's funny to think about the increasingly awkward and humiliating scenario that would arise when she ultimately had to come out to leave.
Funny enough, I think one very likely reaction will be to just lie there and take it, in stunned, disgusted silence. I've found that a lot of girls are so self-conscious during a first time hook up, so internally awkward, unsure and off balance, that you can pretty much get away with whatever you want and they won't be able to process an appropriate reaction fast enough to stop you. It’s funny how deeply ingrained social convention is, even in the most extreme circumstances. Quickly, the moment to object has passed and it’s easy for her to feel trapped in what feels like a kind of silent, terribly reluctant quasi-consent.
I love to think about their regret afterwards. "How did I let that happen?" "Why didn't I say something?" "Why didn't I stop him?"
Her friends ask her conspirationally how things went and, too ashamed to tell them anything, she stammers out some noncommittal response and quickly changes the subject.
Haha, I love it.
I'm a little surprised that with all the depraved shit I've gotten into that I haven't done this yet, but, like they say, tomorrow's a new day.
The thought of doing it with some kinky role-playing chick that's into degradation doesn't do it for me though. How is it really degrading and humiliating if you agree to it and plan it ahead of time?
Why pretend when you could have the real deal?
I want to do it with a completely vanilla young thing, someone who’s never even considered this kind of thing, the very first time we hook up, before she knows anything about my depravity.
In the middle of our by-the-numbers encounter, I'll just aim at her face and let 'er rip, completely by surprise. I love to picture the look of shock and disgust on her face as she realizes what's happening. I think that my abandon at just letting the piss fly right there in my bedroom will only compound her terrible surprise.
I can't wait to see how she'll react. Horror and rage are likely. She probably won't just grab her clothes and flee the apartment, running out into the night with her hair dripping piss, although that would be hot. Leaping out of bed and locking herself in the bathroom might be a natural reaction in the moment, but it's funny to think about the increasingly awkward and humiliating scenario that would arise when she ultimately had to come out to leave.
Funny enough, I think one very likely reaction will be to just lie there and take it, in stunned, disgusted silence. I've found that a lot of girls are so self-conscious during a first time hook up, so internally awkward, unsure and off balance, that you can pretty much get away with whatever you want and they won't be able to process an appropriate reaction fast enough to stop you. It’s funny how deeply ingrained social convention is, even in the most extreme circumstances. Quickly, the moment to object has passed and it’s easy for her to feel trapped in what feels like a kind of silent, terribly reluctant quasi-consent.
I love to think about their regret afterwards. "How did I let that happen?" "Why didn't I say something?" "Why didn't I stop him?"
Her friends ask her conspirationally how things went and, too ashamed to tell them anything, she stammers out some noncommittal response and quickly changes the subject.
Haha, I love it.