In my experience it is more men than women who are into peeing. But in my case it was quite the opposite -- I never fantasized about it and if you had asked me I would have been disgusted. Here is how that changed.
Firstly let me tell you something about myself. My name is Peter and I'm 35. This happened when I was 30. I'm 5'11, with dark hair and a muscular body. I have grey eyes and I've been told I'm reasonably good looking. In general in my 20s I had a number of sexual experiences, which I thought at the time pretty exciting, but in retrospect I can see they were pretty vanilla. The experience I'm about to relate was certainly the most unusual I had had at that time, though I've had some to match it since.
The whole thing started in the most innocent way. I was shopping in town when I held the door open for two women: they looked very similar though one was in her early twenties and the other in her mid-thirties. They both had long auburn hair, both wore expensive dresses and high heels, and they were struggling with a heavy box containing a new flat screen television. Having held open the door, and seeing how frankly good-looking the women were, I asked if they needed any help.
"What do you think?" said the elder one to the younger. She looked at me for a moment and then replied, looking at me: "Yes, please, you'll do fine." Then looked over at the elder one and smiled. It seemed like some kind of thing between them that I couldn't fathom. Before I could think more, the elder one said to me: "That would be fantastic, we only live round the corner." So I took the TV, which was heavy despite its small size, and followed them, enjoying the legs and view as I went.
Neither of the women was thin: which was fine by me - I like healthy curves. I was a little taken aback that they charged on ahead, leaving me hefting the heavy television a couple of paces behind them, but I had a fine view of two lovely firm round asses to follow, and every once in a while one of them would turn to smile at me and thank me once again.
In fact their house was 15 minutes walk from the store, and by the time I had got the TV into the house I was a little tired and very thirsty. I decided it was a good time to introduce myself:
"Hi, I'm Peter," I said.
"Oh, how rude of us," said the elder. "I'm Jess and this is my niece Ella. We live together. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"I'd love a cup," I replied, looking around at the expensive and tastefully decorated house.
"I'm so glad we met you: its just lovely to find a man with muscles!" Jess said, coming over and giving my bicep a squeeze. "Did that tire you out?" she asked me solicitously.
"Well, a little, but I'll be fine in a minute," I replied, enjoying her touch and thinking that I might be 'in' here from the way Jess was smiling at me.
While Jess made the tea, Ella started unpacking the rest of the shopping which was in a neat little black bag. "Auntie, do you think they will do?" she said, as she pulled out a pair of black velvet covered handcuffs. Wow. I was quite taken aback. Ella was at least 8 years younger than me and I guess I had assumed more innocent. But I'd never even seen handcuffs like that - though it was quite obvious what they were for.
Jess looked round at me and laughed. "Oh you look so shocked! They aren't what you think they are for. Ella's best friend Harriet is having a hen night and we have a joke planned for her." Then she turned back to Ella and said: "Shall we check they work?"
Jess took the handcuffs from Ella and Ella held out her hands in front of her to be handcuffed. Jess said: "No, no! Behind your back." Ella immediately turned round and held her hands behind her back. Jess quickly slipped the handcuffs over her wrists and stood back to admire her niece in them.
Ella joked around, saying: "Oh please don't hurt me!" in a little girly voice, and I have to admit the whole thing was turning me on a bit. Luckily I was wearing quite thick jeans and so the bulge wasn't too obvious as I felt my cock stiffen. Unfortunately the little play didn't last any longer and Jess walked over to unlock Ella.
"They don't seem very big, Ella," Jess said as she unlocked them. "Harriet has definitely got thicker wrists than you, Ella. Peter," she said, turning round to face me, "would you mind if I try them on your wrists: if they don't fit I'll return them straight away. And then, if you don't mind, could you just see if the TV works? It would be great to have a man look at it."
Laughing, I put my wrists forward in front of me, and before I knew it, they were handcuffed. Jess turned to Ella and said: "Oh look - he's all yours now!" Ella just giggled and came over to me. She gently pulled on the handcuffs, and I could tell that despite the velvet covering, these were not just toys. They felt heavy on my wrists and very secure.