It all started when we (myself, m/20s and my at-the-tike girlfriend, 19), first stumbled into the world of watersports, unsure how to handle it without making a big mess. But over time, we embraced the messy nature of our activities and grew to relish in the experience. intimate moments had become an unforgettable bonding experience between us.

Our escapades with watersports had become more and more common and a bigger part of our sex life, until she finally decided she wanted to take things further. This set my heart racing at the thought of experiencing the ultimate form of intimacy with her.

The morning routine soon became one of our most cherished parts of the day. She would stand in the bath, her leg up on the edge of the bathtub with me knelt below her as she peed into my mouth before showering together. i would lap up every drop, trying to drink as much as I could from her warm golden stream and when she was finished, I'd lick up any last drops that had fallen onto her feet. After, we would shower and go about our day.

Our morning ritual had become as normal to us as drinking orange juice in the morning. There was no sexual play during these experiences; she would simply treat me like her personal toilet - relieving herself without giving any more thought to me than she would the toilet next to us. This experience with her went on for a few months at a time, with a couple of weeks break before continuing. I must have served as her toilet slave in this way for the best part of 18 months.