Here’s the short story– my boyfriend revealed to me that he’s into pee play. He asked me to pee into his mouth and he’s turned out to be an experienced and capable piss-drinker. I’m not personally into watersports, but I find it arousing and find myself fantasizing about when we’re apart for all the wrong reasons. Here’s the long story:

So my boyfriend and I have been having problems recently. It all started when I moved to a new city with him so he could follow his career. I didn’t really want to go and have really resented him for dragging me along. It’s led to some pretty serious arguments and made me question our relationship. When he revealed his pee fetish to me, it was on a day that I had really worked myself up about my situation and was going to bring some things up that would inevitably lead to a big argument. I must have off-highhandedly mentioned that I had to pee really bad or something. I suspect he told me because, like me, he thinks our relationship is on a downward spiral and he wanted to see what he could get out of it before it crashed. I’m honestly pretty revulsed by his fetish and I think he thought I would turn him down. He asked me to piss my pants initially and I turned it down rather bitchily. But when he asked if I would pee in his mouth, I saw a reasonable way to relieve some tension and make myself feel better. Initially I scoffed and was like wtf. But then I thought about it for a second and said ok. It’s pretty hot actually– I sit on his mouth and he seals his lips around my vag. Then I let loose and look down on his dumb face as he guzzles it all down. He even licks me clean. Its clearly something he’s done before because even a large amount of piss won’t induce vomiting. Sometimes I’ll do it standing up, which is pretty liberating. It’s been three months since we started, and its now become a regular practice for us.

A normal girlfriend might be concerned about her boyfriends health if he regularly indulged this fetish. She might regulate her fluid intake and and limit his drink time so that he doesn’t get sick or something. She might give in and reciprocate when he asks her to. Since we’ve started, he’s become rather submissive and he seems to delight in me calling him ‘my urinal’. On a normal day now, I fill up my bladder to uncomfortable levels just so I can relish p****** it all down his throat when he gets home. I wake him up in the morning by mounting his head and telling him I’m dying for a piss. No joke– I rarely pee in toilets anymore because I’m letting him drink it all. My bladder capacity has increased because I’ve been regularly filling up as much and as often as possible so that I can spray hot urine in his mouth. I’ve visited him at work so that I can take him to lunch, when really I just had to pee badly and wanted him to drink it from my p**** in the back seat of his car. I’ve even tried to incorporate s*** into our toilet-play so that I can abandon regular toilets entirely, but he at least has some standards. Ironically, this has been just the therapy our relationship needed. I definitely didn’t expect us to still be together by this time.

We’re still having trouble getting along when I’m not sitting on his face. Our lives are pretty much separate. We don’t even watch the same shows anymore. He’s the primary earner for our household, working 50 hours a week regularly. I only work part-time 20 hours a week so my schedule is pretty leisurely by comparison. I’m clearly taking advantage of him and am worried about what its doing to my psyche. I feel like an evil b****. I mean, this definitively is not something I’d ever picture myself doing. But, having halted my own career and educational advancement just to be with someone I’ve realized I don’t actually love, someone I now find annoying and have grown to fiercely resent, I do get a massive amount of pleasure from peeing in his mouth. Just to be extra clear– I don’t find it sensual. It’s disgusting and I do it to degrade him. I smile when I forcefully gush down his throat because I think he deserves it. I stroke his c*** occasionally while sitting on his face just so he continues to associate my pee with s***** pleasure. What I’m doing is terrible and I fully suspect that him drinking as much of my pee as he does is at the very least psychologically damaging to him and at the most a risk to his health. It’s 1:30am where we are and I literally spent all evening drinking water so I could wake him up just now and shoot hot piss into his stomach. He was only half-awake and subconsciously gulped it all down like a baby sucking on his moms t**. When I finished, I thought about how easy it would be to shift my full weight on his shoulders and pinch his nose and watch him helplessly suffocate. I’ll probably make him drink my pee before he leaves for work tomorrow morning. And then I’ll have a bulging bladder waiting for him when he gets home. If I ever have to stop doing this for his health or something I don’t think I’ll be able to bare living with him anymore and I’ll probably just end our relationship and move back home.