Friday Night Delights

OPP cam by last night. By the time he got here he had a few beers so I got a drink as He closed the door. We spent some time playing around, talked and got him off. I got some more to drink and he left. I couldn't have been filled up with two loads. Not having seen him for two weeks left me dry and parched. Unless he had stayed the whole night OPP couldn't have fulfilled my need for this. This is what I looked like out in the park last night, except I was pissing in my shorts. For some reason two and a half loads of piss and a few squirts on my shirt were not enough to satisfy my obsession. I don't generally get into self-wetting but last night I did. And a little self-drinking. I don't need to know anything more about him. Don't know his name, what his butt looks like, size of his dick or what he drinks; I would beg to drink his piss the moment I had him alone.

Jeans or no jeans

Yesterday I gave you the choice of wearing your shirt while being soaked or baring your chest, today either drop your pants or get them denched. How do you want it? Me? Underwear, okay. Jeans? No thanks. A Chinese neighbor that thought I was teasing him when I offered to let him piss on me. It took more than a few offers for him to understand that I was serious. Unfortunately he was too hung up to indulge. Friend, the offer still stands even though you have moved away.

Dashed Hopes

Sorry guys, I haven't been up to adding any Photos for a while. I haven't been getting any and that always leaves me down in the dumps (no pun). OPP was supposed to show up Saturday, again no show. So what to do? I invite New Guy over for dinner Sunday and ply him with beer. Unfortunately matters didn't work out the way I would have liked, he went home and I was left parched and dry. This is the way I had hoped on my weekend sliding into Monday. Unfortunately neither OPP or New Guy fulfilled my hopes.

A Sunday Soaking

Sunday afternoon, a good time to be lost in the daydream of enjoying the pleasures of piss. Alone? Give yourself a warm bath that will allow you to remember those times when you have enjoyed the pleasure of enjoying others. Gathered with friends? Give your friends the pleasure of showering you or you showering them. We all need friends that empathize with our obsessions. Out in a group gathering? The warm wash of a group washing over your head and body is a wish to be gloried in. Have a wet Sunday.

Haven't had a visit from my regular donor for two weeks. I'm beginning to worry about him. You never know what is going to happen in a major city. So, OPP, if you're reading this give me a call. I have some beer for you to recycle. Everyone else? Rip open those Levi's and give a dose of piss to your friends. Wouldn't this be the perfect way to end the day? Good night.

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.