Friday, May 21, 2010


She crooked her finger, so i knew i had to stop what i was doing.

She led me into a utility room in part of the building where no one would likely be.

She pointed to the concrete floor, and i lay down.

She straddled over me, lifted her skirt, squatted over my face, and let loose a bucket of piss, straining last dribbles.

i swallowed as much as i could, but there was so much.

She just left.

i got up, and washed my face as well as i could, but nothing could be done about my shirt front which stank of urine, a reek i wore with embarrassed pride.

Goddess Be