First encounters

I have never been one for chit chat online, I get bored too quickly, I crave that human connection that the internet totally lacks - it doesn’t feel real. So, the two of us hadn’t spoken before meeting much, I knew nothing of his desires and he knew nothing of mine, just a persuasive whisper in my ear from my best friend that had worked with him the previous week telling me we must meet. We arranged to meet for a drink, he sent a text telling me he was on his way, at this point he was sitting in the train toilet avoiding the ticket inspectors with two friends. Not quite the dream date… He arrived, he looked better than I had expected, not that I had any expectations. We got talking and conversation quickly became sexual, he asked me my fantasies; “I’ve always wanted a man to drink my piss”, he confirmed that he could make that a reality and would do so there and then. I went to the bar, got an empty cup, took myself to the ladies and filled it to the brim. I walked past the crowd of girls retouching their make up with half my self hoping they didn’t notice what the golden liquid was and the other half wanting them to know exactly what was going to happen. I presented him with the glass, he drunk every last drop, looked me in the eyes and said “thank you Miss’, my pussy fluttered. He spent the rest of that evening drinking from me, that turned into the rest of the week, the rest of the month…and now there are more stories to tell than I can count. Just know that when you come to mine the toilet is a pretty mixed race boy...

Miss Gold