I am a 67-year-old lover of watersports. I enjoy anything having to do with urination, whether it involves receiving or giving a golden shower or imbibing in my own or my wife’s golden nectar. Before describing the following activity, I should preface this description by stating that I usually move to a bedroom other than the one my wife is currently occupying to avoid disturbing her sleep. One of my favorite activities is to lay in bed early in the morning, about 3:00 a.m., when I have to urinate very badly and try to hold it for as long as I can while pressing as hard as I can on my distended bladder. As I continue to press and massage my bladder, my urethral sphincter begins to tire and eventually I can no longer hold it and I begin to leak urine. I spread the few drops of urine up and down my penis and continue to massage my bladder. Eventually, my urethral sphincter tires even more and I begin to squirt urine over my stomach. I quickly spread the urine over my stomach and chest and fan my body with my hands to cause the urine to evaporate. I continue with this activity until I am squirting up to and over my chest and into my mouth or on to my pillow. By this time, an hour or more has passed, my bladder is about as full as it can be and my urethral sphincter is nearly impossible to control. At this point, I enjoy getting up and rushing naked outside to a concrete bench in front of our house. There are three lights on our house, one pole light about 4 feet away from the concrete bench, and two lights on wing walls at the end of our driveway that are all on. The yard and bench are well lit. I lie naked there on the bench on my back and begin to urinate. The urine forms an arc striking my stomach first, then my chest, and into my mouth. Since it’s about 4:00 to 4:30 a.m. and none of the neighbors are up and very few cars drive by, I don’t really worry about being seen, yet, the chance of being seen provides an adrenaline rush. Occasionally, a car does drive by and I have to quickly dive behind the bench to avoid being seen. Again, another adrenaline rush. When I have finished urinating on myself, I stay outside until most of the urine has evaporated and I can go back inside without dripping all over the carpet. I take a shower and wait for my wife to awaken.
Another urination game I enjoy in the early morning involves making the morning coffee for my wife and me. I like to urinate in the coffee pot, slosh it around to cover the sides, and emptying all but about a half a cup of the urine. I then fill the pot with water and finish making the coffee. I have been making coffee this way since I retired in 1995 and my wife has yet to suspect that she has been drinking my urine all of these years.
In addition to coffee, I make my instant tea and oatmeal using my urine or my wife’s urine, when she will cooperate, but nothing compares to drinking her golden nectar directly from the flower of her womanhood lying between her legs.