Anonymous Human Urinal

Alice is a happily married woman in her late thirties with one son. Lately she has been experiencing an obsession which she felt that is affecting her and her marriage. So she decided to do psychotherapy with Susan and see what this might hide.

"My husband loves to eat me when I ride his face. But every time I do this I am imagining me peeing in his mouth."

"So why don't you tell him that you don't like this position if you find it awkward."

"I didn't say that I find it awkward. I love it! And he loves it!"

"Then, what seems to be the problem."

"Recently, I got really obsessed about me peeing in his mouth. I am craving this. That's disturbing, because I know it's sick."

"That's not sick! Why are you judging yourself so much! It's called golden shower, a lot of couples do it. Perhaps you should talk with your husband about it. Maybe he will love it. A lot of man love it. And I know this because I hear it many times while I am on this chair. Then, what else is to blame on your side?"

"I actually talked with him and he freaked out! The first time I tried, I was riding his face and I told him as a joke that I feel like I wanna pee. And he was like <

>! And he pushed me away and said that I ruined the moment, he didn't want to continue anymore. Then, after a while, I tried to talk about this and I confessed him that I feel attracted by the idea of peeing in his mouth. He said that there's no way that he could do that! He finds it disgusting!"

"I am sorry! First of all, you don't have to feel sick. You should never feel guilt for any feeling..."

Bob is a happily married midlife man with two beautiful children. He has been doing psychotherapy for some time already, but he felt that he was missing something. Not talking about his pee fetish seemed like a missing piece from the puzzle of his life. So he decided to confess to his therapist Susan about how much he was dreaming about a lady peeing in his mouth since childhood. He then confessed how he ended up drinking pee from a lot of women during his adult life. And how he couldn't do this with his wife that he loves so much.

"I use to pay a mistress to pee in my mouth before I got married! It was great back then, but now I am married with children. And my wife just can't pee in my mouth. She finds it gross! Perhaps she will indulge at some point, but lately I've been having a strong lust to drink the pee of some woman. I feel guilty because these thoughts about drinking the pee of another woman make me feel like I am cheating her!"

"Don't be, you didn't do anything!"

"Yesterday, I was imagining a scenario in which I would have my eyes covered and an anonymous person is peeing in my mouth. I can't hear her voice, I can't see her, I don't know who is she, I don't know if she's young or not, I don't know if she is fat or thin, nothing. It's like when you're masturbating and your imagination connects the dots and adds the missing pieces. My mind would probably drive me to imagine her beautiful and sexy, although I can't possibly know if she really is. Perhaps I imagine that she is my wife. And will all those senses suppressed (sight, hearing, hand touching) I can mindfully concentrate on the smell, taste and the warmth of her pee, passing through my mouth, throat and flowing in my stomach and a full bladder filling it."

"OK! So do you perceive this fantasy as cheating your wife? You said that you don't know who is peeing in your mouth and that your mind fills the gaps by imagining it's your wife. It seems to me that this is a coping mechanism. You are searching a way to eliminate the guilt."

"Strangely, I don't feel this as cheating."

"Cheating has multiple components. It's the ethics of it, the principle. This comes from the our religious beliefs that there is God seeing what we do. And you can't hide from that, God is everywhere. But there's another personal component. The cheaters get attached to their lovers and this is where things get complicated, you get confused because you love both your wife and your mistress in some way. The feelings towards your mistress affect how you behave with your wife. And you get attached to your mistress because we are humans and humans get attached with anything, with our parents, our friends, our colleagues, our neighbors, our neighborhood, our house, our car, our pet, you name it. The mistress then falls into the same trap and then things get complicated. And your wife could be mad at you both because of a principle and because of the vows, but also because she is afraid that this would affect your feelings for her, she will be jealous. That's why people try to get into <

>. But can they really do that? Ideally, if you really don't get attached and you ignore the first ethical component, then cheating would be benign. Nobody would care if you do it."

"Are you suggesting that having this experience with an anonymous woman would prevent me to get attached to her? Then, that won't be cheating, right?"

"I am not suggesting anything! It's your mind that perceives this one way or another. If the ethics of it is not important to you, then you won't feel guilty because of this. With an anonymous person you won't personally get attached. But you will get attached with the gesture, with the experience itself and with who you are imagining she is, and that's not a real person. If you really imagine that she is your wife, then yes, your mind might think, at least for a moment, that you are not cheating. This is something very personal, it's up to your brain to decide. It's a matter of perspective."

"Yeah! Now I don't feel this would be cheating... But anyway, this is just a fantasy!"

After a few weeks, Bob came to his weekly therapy and occupied his seat while waiting for the therapist to come in the room. Suddenly, he noticed a large towel laying on the floor. His heart started pumping. He was having flashes from his past experiences with a paid mistress, it was the same configuration. He would lay on the floor on his back on a large towel and the mistress would put her vulva above of his mouth and pee intermittently until her bladder was empty. Will Susan his therapist propose him to pee in his mouth? If that would happen, he already did the math that he couldn't possibly refuse that, although that would count as cheating. He already felt the guilt: "No! I should be strong! I shouldn't destroy our happy family! This woman is crazy! Why is she risking her career? He is a well reputed therapist! What a shame!".

Susan came and again Bob felt that he couldn't resist: "Fuck it! I'll drink her pee!", said for himself with his inner voice.

"Are you OK Bob? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"What's with this towel? Is is a ghost below it?"

"Maybe!", said Susan with a large grin. "Leaving the joke beside, what concerns you about this towel?"

"It reminds me about my past experiences with the paid mistress! Is this some kind of game?", said Bob with an annoyed tone.

"Bob! Do you trust me?"

"Yes!"

"OK, we can think about this as a game. You will give your consent after I tell you the rules. I will ask you to get your shirt off, I will cover you eyes, then ask you to lay on your back on the floor and finally put you some handcuffs, with your hands above your belly. From that moment you are not allowed to say anything until I tell you. When you reached that point, you already gave your agreement for the game and you may not decline it until I say the game is over."

"Oh!!"

"But let me finish! I will bring inside another woman that has her eyes covered, just like you. You know nothing about her and she knows nothing about you. You see, it's exactly like in your fantasy. She will already be naked, but you won't see her, however, you will feel some of her nakedness", said Susan with a large smile. Like you, she isn't allowed to say anything. She already gave her agreement for the game and she may not decline it or say anything until I say that the game is over."

Bob, was smiling. He couldn't believe that his fantasy became a reality. He regretted that earlier she didn't trust Susan. What a nice person she it, to do all this for him!

"Then, because she can't see anything, I will help her to position her vulva above your mouth. But there's a catch here and you'll have to agree with that. Because she is not able to see, if she would pee in your mouth from a distance, she won't be able to control her stream and target your mouth. And then, you know, a woman's stream is chaotic anyway, even if a woman sees she might not be able to control it."

"Yeah! I know!", laughed Bob with a familiarity. "So what's the plan?"

"You will have to seal your lips around her vulva. Are you OK with that?"

"Yes! Totally! I love cunnilingus!"

"No, Bob! You are not allowed to do any cunnilingus to her! We stick to pee drinking and that's it. The fact that you put your mouth on her vulva is just a requirement such that we don't ruin my office with a flood. You will incidentally touch her vulva with your tongue, but take that as a bonus. Do not move your mouth in any sexual way. OK?"

"OK..."

"And then, you guessed, at my command you will get ready to ingest and at my second command she will start the flow! I instructed her to pee normally, not slow, not fast, relaxed, like on her toilet from home in a relaxed Sunday morning. And you will have to promise me that you drink everything. I don't want to ruin my office, I told you. The towel is just an insurance for small accidents. Hopefully, it won't be necessary. Are you in?"

"OK! I'm in!", said Bob with a deep satisfaction.

Bob took of his shirt and laid down on the floor on his back on the prepared towel. Susan covered his eyes with a scarf and put him the handcuffs. Bob's heart was racing and he had a huge erection.

He heard the door. Susan was bringing Alice in, naked, with her eyes covered. She had a big smile on her face waiting with excitement.

Susan was whispering: "Stop here! Move your legs apart! A bit more. Now, slowly walk backwards. Walk, walk, stop. Now, squat! Lower, lower!"

Bob was already smelling her pussy. It was extraordinary!

"Oh, we've got a sniffer there!", laughed Susan. "Lower! There, you are now connected!! Yoo-hoo!!!", said Susan with excitement.

Bob felt the taste of her pussy. It was very wet and it was having a salty taste. It tasted like heaven to him. He started sucking it, without moving his tongue, as instructed. He wanted to ingest as much of her juices as he could. He started to imagine that the anonymous lady was actually his wife. Susan closed her eyes and was restraining herself to moan.

"We are now ready for action! Receiver, get ready! Sender, you may start the flow!"

Susan could see Alice strain her muscles. At that moment her stream hit Bob's tongue. He felt a moderately strong pee filling his mouth. It felt a bit oily, perhaps due to its higher density. He enjoyed the taste very much, he felt like in heaven. His heart was racing and his penis was trying to bore his pants. In that enjoyment he realized that he needs to swallow, otherwise, his mouth will explode. He was used with women peeing slowly and then stopping. He realized that a normal stream is very fucking powerful! He started swallowing like crazy and still felt like he couldn't catch up. But after a few sips, he was more confident and and entered in a state of flow (no pun intended). He was now swallowing fast enough. "Oh, I am good! I am a champion!" he thought. He started to feel that the strong pee was kind of burning his throat and his inner voice said "Oh! Spicy! I love it!". Because the consistency seemed dense and a bit oily it felt like that burning liquid racing through his throat was kind of sticking to the back of his throat: "Stay there yellow baby! Don't ever go!". He started to visualize his wife on top of him.

Alice not only felt the usual release, but it also felt like a fake orgasm. She also felt like she was feeding a baby: "Sick again! But good! Fuck yeah!". It felt to her similar to breastfeeding her son a few year ago. But instead of breast, it was her vulva, instead of milk it was her pee and instead of her son it was a stranger. He tried to imagine it's her husband, trying to tell her "I was wrong! Your pee is great!".

Vapors from Alice's pee started to flow backwards outside Bob's nose, from inside out. He could feel the smell of it. He felt like it was invading him like a spell. He felt the warmth of the stream inside his esophagus and he could feel the bubbles of the pee: "Oh! I am gonna burp like pig and it's gonna smell like the urinal of angels!". His stomach already felt quite full and it felt good to know that all that is piss. After a dozen of sips the stream slowed down. He was already nostalgic: "Oh! Don't ever stop, please!!". And then it stopped: "A few more drops, please!", he thought. He started sucking hard, as if this would help. He felt her shuddering, a few more drops came in his mouth. Those seemed more dense and they really felt like a sweet good bye: "Oh, that's why they ask for the middle stream at the doctor, the final stream is dope, man!".

Alice stood up. "Nice!", said Susan. She took her out of the room saying: "You can get dressed and close yourself in the other room, please! Then, it's game over!". She returned to Bob and took the scarf from his eyes: "Game over! How was it?"

"Am I in heaven?", said Bob melting.

"I guess!", smiled Susan.

Bob entered his house and said hello to his wife and children. He burped while turning the key into the entrance door and suddenly felt a strong pee smell in the air due to his burp. He quickly put a chewing gum in his mouth. His wife surprised him from his back: "Since when do you like chewing gum? Come on, kiss me!"