@talljasperman There’s nothing like a good medicated piss to get the day going right.
My startling admission isn’t about where I peed, although I’ve picked a few strange places. It’s about where someone else did it, and the place was in my mouth! I was my highschool sweetheart. We’d been sexually active after a fashion at drive in movies, but we were really both neophytes. There was no sex education back in the 60s, and our parents were incredibly inhibited. They wouldn’t even answer direct questions with anything that even remotely made sense.
After we graduated and could be together in a bed, I soon learned that she could not orgasm during intercourse, and it left her so frustrated she’d end up crying after I got off. She assured me it was just due to the intensity of the feelings, but even then, I could smell bullshit when it was fed to me. So I began to research how to help her enjoy sex more fully. No Internet to make it easy back then. You had to go to the library and endure the withering looks of the librarians when you requested books meant only for libertines.
But I learned that something like 50% of women don’t normally reach orgasm through vaginal penetration alone. I also learned that almost all do when their partner gives them good oral love. So I tried that the next time we had sex. She had a monster orgasm, including squirting a quart of “cum” into my mouth.
I honestly had no idea what it was, and since I shot out fluid when I got off, it seemed perfectly normal to me she would do the same. It tasted fine, so I swallowed as much as I could, delighted that she was finally cumming and anxious to be part of that blessed event.
A latex sheet and a towel became a routine part of our bedroom equipment after that. I was totally into drinking whatever it was when I finally found a sex book that explained it all to me. She had very weak pubococcygeal muscles. That made for difficulty in orgasming without direct clitoral stimulation, and to her inability to retain urine when she did orgasm. A quick study of urine showed that absent a bladder infection, it is actually sterile. In battlefield conditions when no sterile water is available, it’s used to cleanse wounds and it saves lives by doing so.
At that point, I loved the submissive thought of licking her to nirvana then drinking her golden nectar so much there was no turning back. That remained part of our lovemaking, and I never mentioned the idea of Kegel exercises to her. Sadly, she eventually moved on to what she thought would be a bigger better deal, but it wasn’t. Sad.