Piss drinking Stories

Chapter 4: The Thai Jewel The following day, when Michael was finally alone, his mind raced back to the previous evening. It had been beyond his expectations—wild and unforgettable. The memory of laughter and vibrant conversations still lingered, making the quiet of the present moment feel even more stark. He hated being alone and felt restless without his other passion: design. As he toyed with the idea of starting an ar...

Dear reader, I’d love to kneel in front of you while your piss gushes into my willing mouth, and you call me a whore, slut, bitch, and order me to drink your hot tangy piss, and hose it over my face as well. Here’s my history of me drinking men’s piss. All true. Sometimes I’ve asked, but other times a man has told me he wants, or is going to, piss in my mouth. I like it best when a guy tells me he’s going to piss in my mo...