Erotic Fiction: Pia’s Golden Shower
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Stefan downed the last drops of water from his glass, drawing in a long breath. Leaning in towards me, he pulled me close to his lips, whispering, “Lay down on the bed, Pia.”
I slowly sat down on the edge of the mattress, shifting my ass back against the loose black sheets until my torso comfortably stretched along the length of the bed. Stefan moved over the top of me, sliding his hands beneath my shirt and slipping it off my body. My bra came off just as quickly, small tits freed and remaining upright and in place. He took one in his mouth, sucking it gently before dragging his teeth to take just the nipple between them. A slight nip caused me to arch my back, an excited gasp escaping from my lips.
He hushed me, massaging my breasts in his hands as he began to trail kisses between them, mouth moving down along my stomach to my panties. Instantly, my heart began to race in anticipation.
I wanted Stefan inside of me, and I wanted to be inside of him. I wanted to be one with his body, feeling the warmth of his blood flowing from an open wound, feel his heart beating in time with mine as our chests were opened up to each other. I wanted to peel back all of the metaphorical layers of him and crawl into the chasm of his chest. The safety of being held within his body. To be protected, to be loved by him.
My panties rolled off of my body amid my distracted thoughts, my mind pulled back into reality when his tongue began to explore the surface of my skin. My inner thighs, my stomach, darting in and out of my pussy. With fingers intertwined tightly in his hair, I guided him exactly where I wanted, my head tilting back in the sheets as I felt my body twitch to life. He was ravenous between my legs, exploring my sensitive skin with his mouth in ways he had never done before.
As he ran his tongue along the length of my body, beginning from my pussy and trailing upwards over my stomach and along the slight roundness of both my breasts, I could feel the wetness between my legs. Each moment our bodies were physically connected — were clung to each other as they were — I felt that I needed him more and more. Felt that I needed him filling every orifice, consuming every piece of me.
Stefan’s sensuality, his sexuality, was unlike anything I had experienced before. I often found myself in complete awe of what I wanted from him. Shocked about how much I wanted him in every way I could imagine. Was this what it was like to be so completely enamoured with someone?
“Fuck me,” I murmured, my body electrified and ready to accept him in every way. I wanted him inside of me, outside of me, engulfing me.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back. I have to pee first.” He stood up, stretching briefly.
“Piss on me.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “I want you to piss on me.” He gave pause to this, seeming to think it over before coming to a conclusion.
With a smirk, Stefan instructed me to close my eyes and get onto my knees, and I obeyed. I knelt on the hardwood floor, the ground firmly beneath my shins, grounding me as I readied myself for what was about to happen. A few seconds passed of complete silence, of stillness, before a stream of warm liquid began flowing down my face. The urine splashed against the centre of my forehead, spilling down over the contours of my nose, my cheeks, my lips. Wetting my hair that clung to my shoulders. As the pee made its way down the front of my chest, dribbling over my breasts and hanging onto the very tips of my nipples before dripping off, I opened my mouth to taste the bitter saltiness caress my tongue.
Every moment, my skin was hyper-sensitive to the sensations of the liquids rolling over my body. The pungent aroma filled my nose, clinging to my nostrils erotically. The taste coated my mouth with its flavours, making my heart race from the sheer ecstasy of this sensual golden shower.
When he had nearly finished releasing his bladder, his cock moved into my mouth, the remnants of the urine trickling down the back of my throat in a warm rivulet.
