Message-ID: <27370asstr$973890604@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: CobaltJade@aol.com
X-Original-Message-ID: <ee.bd3ff7a.271b5198@aol.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: Yellow, by Cobalt Jade
X-Original-Subject: Anniv - Flash :  Yellow, by Cobalt Jade
Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 16:10:04 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27370>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin

Yellow

by Cobalt Jade (cobaltjade@aol.com)



Would you think I was crazy if I told you I liked to be peed on?

Not just by anyone, of course. By my boyfriend.

There's a ritual involved. First comes the duct tape: wrists, elbows, 
ankles, knees. He gets it from the shop. I keep myself shaved, so it's not 
a big deal when the time comes to rip it off.

Then comes the diddling. Diddle, tweak, pinch, peck, until I want to cum 
so bad it's practically dripping from my ears. He lifts weights, so his 
fingers are blunt and slightly callused, with little boy-bitten nails. He's 
particularly fond of squeezing my nipples and calling me a girly-girl.
Meanwhile I'm squirming there on the rubber sheet.

Then he half-shouts half-says, with a schoolyard grin on his face, "Are 
YOU ready to COME???"

"Oh yeah, baby, yeah," I say.

"Well then the FLOODGATES have OPENED, DAAARR-lin' --" and his turgid 
cock, which has been half-erect all this time, lets loose with the most 
golden, warm, wet, delicious, lengthy flow of piss you can imagine as he 
towers over me like a golden god, eyes nearly rolled back into his head, 
rocking a little to compress the remainder from his bladder, his 
expression one of total and lovely satisfaction and relief. I can't begin to 
describe the picture he makes: buff, tanned flesh, brownish-pink cock, 
the ivory triangle around his hips where his swimsuit usually covers 
him. And that fountain of golden bliss pouring on and on. There's 
nothing degrading about it, only aesthetic.

He takes great care to baste me completely, keeping it off the carpet. I 
am surrounded by him, covered in him; it's not unpleasant. Human piss 
doesn't stink unless it's been sitting around for a while. 

Afterwards, when we shower, he's always a little apologetic for 
enjoying it so much. I nod my head wisely, remembering the Peter-
Peter Pumpkin Eater grin on his face.

Hey, he thinks I'm the one doing him the favor.

END



This work is copyrighted 2000 by Cobalt Jade (Cobaltjade@aol.com). This 
work may be freely distributed over electronic media provided no fee 
is charged for its use.  Charging a fee for this story, or publishing 
without author credit or this notice violates my copyright.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+