Warning: This post depicts graphic details about watersports. If this is not your fetish – move along!
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I looked at him, eagerly writhing, tightly spread eagle below me. His muscular limbs drawn out harshly across my plastic tarp, the ropes around him accentuating each lovely and well toned extremity.
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He had the most soulful eyes and the red glow of my dungeon lights only made them look more hungry and pleading as he waited in the most desperate and politely impatient fashion. Each thrust in my direction caused the plastic to crinkle loudly beneath him, a sonic reminder of his position as I hovered over him.
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I realized how very powerful this was; keeping him wanting and so excited without so much as lifting my little finger. This was never quite my thing, yet here I stood, skirt hiked above my waist – savoring this moment tremendously, drawing it out in fact, wishing it would last forever.
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I smiled, “Close your eyes and beg me for it…”
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Like any well-trained pet, a litany of the pleas came falling out of his wet little lips. So hopeful to drink from my fountain, spending months urging me to let him be my practice boy for golden worship – I mentally channeled back to all of those innocent but desperate emails; reminding myself how badly he craved exactly this.
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My sharp stiletto pressed deeply against his heaving chest, lifting my leg ups for better aim, letting a few well-placed drops of nectar fall against his begging mouth.
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With this boy, I am incredibly comfortable, able to be as poised as one could possibly be…his need for my most intimate offerings brought me rather unwittingly to a point where not only did I enjoy it, but I had started to *need* it too.
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I continued to tease him, drop by drop – his hand wishing it were free to roam down past his hips, between his straining legs, his attempts at thrusting ever thwarted by my thick rubber straps. I always enjoy the sight of a desperate man, torn between his urges and his desire to be controlled, he – in this moment, was the epitome of my ideal play toy.
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I realize that not only had this sweet pet opened my eyes to a fetish that I had not fully embraced, but he made me love it. Thank to his polite persistence, I am happy to announce that I no longer officially hold the same boundary towards golden showers.
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As soon as I can manage, I’ll be removing it from the ‘Unavailable’ list of activities from my website and exploring it more frequently with fellow waterspouts enthusiasts…. lucky YOU!
