For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

G is for Golden Showers

Mmm, this is one kink that I never thought I would get into. The actual story behind it was that many, many years ago (15? 16?) there was a challenge on FetLife where you uploaded pictures every week to meet certain criteria. Each one earned you points, and I am not one to back down from a challenge. I forget what you won if you were the top point-earner (probably nothing real) but it definitely pushed me to try things I wouldn’t normally try. Some of them were not things I’d ever do again without good reason (for example, put jelly in your hair naked and outside. Why?) but there were others that turned out to be huge kinks for me. P is for Pet Play will feature one of them, and this is another one. So here’s a story, inspired loosely by that challenge, and loosely on what we actually did today.

Bath time! Ahh, I love a good bath. We have this huge bathtub that I love in our new house. We can even fit two adults in it, though it’s close quarters when we do.

I fill the tub with hot water and a little bubble bath and sink down, the warm water enveloping me. It actually covers both my knees and my breasts (and any woman who loves baths knows that that is a high quality tub). I lean back against the pillow in the tub and relax, the steam rising over the bubbles. But then I realize, I forgot to pee before I got into the tub. And of course, now I have to.

I sigh heavily, and think about getting up to go, but then, I don’t. What’s the harm? It takes a moment to convince my muscles that it’s really okay to pee here (you don’t realize how much we’re conditioned to only pee in certain positions until you start doing piss play). But then I feel the warm rush from between my legs, and the relief that my bladder isn’t full anymore.

I should feel gross, disgusting. But I don’t. I feel turned on. So turned on. There’s no logic to it. I can’t pinpoint why it makes me feel that way. Maybe it’s because you aren’t supposed to pee in the tub. Doing “bad” things is hot? I don’t know. I just know that my pussy is now wet, my nipples are hard, and I want to play with myself. 

But what’s stopping me? I’m alone in the bathroom. It’s not like there’s anyone there to make me feel shame for peeing in my own tub.

I let one hand fall beneath the water and slip down between my parted thighs. I part my folds and I can feel the difference between the wet water and the moisture coming from my pussy. My clit is throbbing as I press two fingers gently against it. I rub slowly; no need to rush. My other hand slides down to my hard nipple, gently pinching it. I sit up just a bit so my nipples rise above the water. The air is chilly and makes them pucker even more. I play with the protruding tips with my free hand, relishing the feel, and remembering what it felt like the last time my Master played with them. I close my eyes and picture him playing with them instead of me. Mmm. I’m sure he’ll play with them again later.

My fingers between my thighs are moving quicker now. It’s like I’m not even in control of them anymore. They have a mind of their own, seeking my orgasm against my will.

My body tightens, my clit throbs, my heart pounds, and then my orgasm washes over me, and I cry out, my voice echoing in the bathroom. I sink back down, my nipples sliding back under the water as my pussy pulses with the echoes of my orgasm, and I am silently thankful that I am able to explore all the dirty kinks I wasn’t able to before. Life is good.

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Come back tomorrow for H is for Humiliation.