Desperate mornings.

It's been raining most of the day, I've been alone and strangely affected by the constant flow of water in the street. However it is connected that flow has reminded me that OPP hasn't been by with a healthy flow to give me for longer than I like. He was to be here over the weekend and unfortunately was drawn away by an emergency. So I'm sitting here thinking that I'd settle for ripping open a stranger's jeans and soaking myself in his piss. Not the intamacy I usually associate with piss play, but a satisfying experience in its own.