I was on a business trip a few months ago, right around the time I embraced my piss kink. I was talking to this guy online and he wanted to see how messy I could make my hotel room.

Over the course of a few hours, I lounged naked in bed with the curtains wide open, drinking a big bottle of water—one of those tall Smartwater bottles—while I scrolled through porn. I’d been edging for 18 days (the first time I’ve ever edged, and the longest) and so by the time I slipped my plug in, it was like I could feel every single nerve in my tight little asshole. My pussy was leaking everywhere when finally I got permission to fuck myself with my dildo.

I laid on my back with my legs wide open and pounded myself with a thick fake cock and then I felt the most wonderful gush as I squirted all over the duvet. I kept going and going and going and the wet spot kept getting bigger.

Luckily I don’t cum from squirting, so it was just the begging of the fun. The guy I was talking to made me squirt everywhere: on my knees on the floor, on the bed with the duvet pulled down, after humping the leg of the desk, on the desk chair…

By that time my bladder was so full I was fucking the piss out of myself. So he told me to go into the bathroom, lay in my back in the shower with my feet up on the wall, and piss on myself.

Even with the bruising I gave my dumb cunt, it was pissing on myself in the shower that almost made me cum.

That, and crawling around on my hands and knees the next day to scrub the room clean.