understand why.
The phone answered after a few rings. "Maisie
speaking."
Jess introduced herself and they arranged to
meet.
This was going to be weird.
They met at a greasy spoon, and Jess pulled
out her notepad.
Maisie, more than any of the other women she
had met, looked normal, but more than that - she was a little bit
frumpy. She was probably late thirties, early forties. She was
overweight, with long grey hair.
She didn't look adventurous.
They ordered their food and then Jess took
the lid off her pen.
"Shoot!"
Maisie smiled. "I know not a lot of people
understand what I do, but I love it."
Jess nodded. She really didn't get it, but
she didn't want to be rude.
"The first time it was by accident," Maisie
said. "My bladder was pretty full but my boyfriend pounced on me.
During sex, it felt uncomfortable but kind of exciting. When I
came, a bit of pee came out. I found it really hot. He didn't; he
broke up with me."
Jess made a sympathetic face, pretty sure
that she would dump someone who peed the bed, before, during or
after sex.
"I started getting into the fetish scene
then, trying to find someone who was on my wavelength. I eventually
met James."
Jess smiled, trying to look pleased for
Maisie. She was really struggling to get the sexiness of pee.
"We love water sports. And we're quite
extreme - do you mind me saying...?"
Jess shook her head. "Not at all - as long as
you don't mind telling me?"
Maisie shook her head and Jess got the
feeling that she was happy to talk to someone who would not openly
judge her.
"Okay, so first of all, pee is warm, which is
lovely. We usually watch each other pee as part of foreplay. Then I
love being peed on. On my clothes, face, hair, whatever. I drink it
too."
"Really?" Jess couldn't help it.
"Yeah - it's nice."
Jess couldn't believe what she was hearing.
She knew people enjoyed different things and she'd heard of golden
showers before, so there must be a few people into it. But she was
pretty happy that Max had put his foot down.
If he hadn't, she would have.
.
By the time she left Maisie, Jess was a
little bit in shock. She obviously wasn't as open-minded as she
once thought. Drinking each other's pee? Pee in your hair or face?
All she could think the whole time was eeeeeew!
Having decided that number ten was a no-no,
and that moving on to number eleven was the way forward, Jess
visited good old Ann Summers again. This time, she was going to
pick up a butt-plug - though she wasn't really sure about them.
Apparently, you whip them out at the point of orgasm, but did she
really want shit flying round her bedroom?
She was realising how squeamish she was about
messy sex, but maybe that was no bad thing - after all, who wanted
to get the bleach out after every sex session!
.
Max got home at six - as usual - and Jess was
ready for him.
They ate quickly and then she took his hand
and led him upstairs.
"Okay, bum stuff..."
Max nodded. "What's the plan, Jessie?"
"Showers first?" Jess giggled.
Max nodded and they took turns to give
themselves a good wash.
Jess wasn't an anal sex fan. She'd actually
never done it, except once when an ex boyfriend slipped a bit and
went in the wrong hole.
She trusted Max though.
They sat on the bed. "Have you ever done it?"
Jess asked, realising that, three years into their relationship,
she ought to know this about him really.
"Once or twice." Max nodded. He seemed to be
unsure as to whether this was a good thing to tell her.
"Really? You've never tried it with me." Jess
actually felt a bit put out.
"Didn't think you were interested." Max
shrugged.
"So, what, I should have asked you for
it?"
Max took her hand. "Don't be cross. I just
never thought about it. It's only okay."
Jess nodded, slightly mollified. It wasn't
like she felt that she'd been missing out. She knew a few friends
who liked it, but she was a worrier and always worried about
poo.
After all, poo comes out of bums, so did she
really want anything going up
The phone answered after a few rings. "Maisie
speaking."
Jess introduced herself and they arranged to
meet.
This was going to be weird.
They met at a greasy spoon, and Jess pulled
out her notepad.
Maisie, more than any of the other women she
had met, looked normal, but more than that - she was a little bit
frumpy. She was probably late thirties, early forties. She was
overweight, with long grey hair.
She didn't look adventurous.
They ordered their food and then Jess took
the lid off her pen.
"Shoot!"
Maisie smiled. "I know not a lot of people
understand what I do, but I love it."
Jess nodded. She really didn't get it, but
she didn't want to be rude.
"The first time it was by accident," Maisie
said. "My bladder was pretty full but my boyfriend pounced on me.
During sex, it felt uncomfortable but kind of exciting. When I
came, a bit of pee came out. I found it really hot. He didn't; he
broke up with me."
Jess made a sympathetic face, pretty sure
that she would dump someone who peed the bed, before, during or
after sex.
"I started getting into the fetish scene
then, trying to find someone who was on my wavelength. I eventually
met James."
Jess smiled, trying to look pleased for
Maisie. She was really struggling to get the sexiness of pee.
"We love water sports. And we're quite
extreme - do you mind me saying...?"
Jess shook her head. "Not at all - as long as
you don't mind telling me?"
Maisie shook her head and Jess got the
feeling that she was happy to talk to someone who would not openly
judge her.
"Okay, so first of all, pee is warm, which is
lovely. We usually watch each other pee as part of foreplay. Then I
love being peed on. On my clothes, face, hair, whatever. I drink it
too."
"Really?" Jess couldn't help it.
"Yeah - it's nice."
Jess couldn't believe what she was hearing.
She knew people enjoyed different things and she'd heard of golden
showers before, so there must be a few people into it. But she was
pretty happy that Max had put his foot down.
If he hadn't, she would have.
.
By the time she left Maisie, Jess was a
little bit in shock. She obviously wasn't as open-minded as she
once thought. Drinking each other's pee? Pee in your hair or face?
All she could think the whole time was eeeeeew!
Having decided that number ten was a no-no,
and that moving on to number eleven was the way forward, Jess
visited good old Ann Summers again. This time, she was going to
pick up a butt-plug - though she wasn't really sure about them.
Apparently, you whip them out at the point of orgasm, but did she
really want shit flying round her bedroom?
She was realising how squeamish she was about
messy sex, but maybe that was no bad thing - after all, who wanted
to get the bleach out after every sex session!
.
Max got home at six - as usual - and Jess was
ready for him.
They ate quickly and then she took his hand
and led him upstairs.
"Okay, bum stuff..."
Max nodded. "What's the plan, Jessie?"
"Showers first?" Jess giggled.
Max nodded and they took turns to give
themselves a good wash.
Jess wasn't an anal sex fan. She'd actually
never done it, except once when an ex boyfriend slipped a bit and
went in the wrong hole.
She trusted Max though.
They sat on the bed. "Have you ever done it?"
Jess asked, realising that, three years into their relationship,
she ought to know this about him really.
"Once or twice." Max nodded. He seemed to be
unsure as to whether this was a good thing to tell her.
"Really? You've never tried it with me." Jess
actually felt a bit put out.
"Didn't think you were interested." Max
shrugged.
"So, what, I should have asked you for
it?"
Max took her hand. "Don't be cross. I just
never thought about it. It's only okay."
Jess nodded, slightly mollified. It wasn't
like she felt that she'd been missing out. She knew a few friends
who liked it, but she was a worrier and always worried about
poo.
After all, poo comes out of bums, so did she
really want anything going up
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