An Evening with my daughter

I’d been looking forward to seeing Kaz for ages. We are very close, probably because I’d had her very young, but we have the same sense of humour and our outlook on life is very similar.

I had no idea when I went if I’d tell her about my twitter account and decided to leave it to see how the evening went. Luckily her partner was out with his mates so it was very much a girly evening, with plenty of wine. Talk turned to my love life. That conversation didn’t last long! Kaz though was persistant and insisted I ought to be doing something about finding a man. I don’t think what I’m doing on Twitter was what she had in mind, but it gave me the opening and I told her. The lot. About being open and crude, talking to men about sex, about posting photos of me in my underwear, of having personal conversations about intimate details. Her mouth didn’t actually fall open but I could see she was surprised. So was I when she replied, she thought it was brilliant, that it was about time I got off my sorry arse and had some fun.

Well the combination of the elation that she was on board with the idea and the wine made me open up even more and I told her about how much I seemed to be getting turned on by the idea of showing my undies in public, but wasn’t sure about it and couldn’t take photos myself etc. She told me not to be such a coward and that if all else failed she’d be happy to snap away for me. She also suggested I ask my best friend Carol. I’d not thought about that, but there was a good chance she might be willing to do it (She was usually up for a laugh) so I agreed I’d phone her or meet her over the weekend and ‘come out’ to her too.

The wine was getting to me and I asked Kaz if I could shower and then perhaps we could carry on chatting. She said it was fine and she’d organise something to eat while I showered.

The reason I’d asked for the shower because I was desperate to finger myself off. All this talk, this opening up had brought the sexuality to the top and I so needed something.

As I walked up the stairs my other fantasy came to mind. One or two Twitter followers know this but I was/am desperate to experience watersports. I’ve talked to a couple of followers and they convinced me I had to try drinking my own piss. As you have probably gathered with each passing day I seem to be getting keen on anything depraved and the thought of swallowing my own pee was a real turn-on. I’d decided I would try it when I got back home but I needed something then to relieve the sexual urges I was experiencing. So I made a decision.

I stripped off in the bedroom but kept my knickers on (red, in case you’re interested) and went and stood in the shower. I didn’t turn it on but closed my eyes and imagined I was surrounded by a whole group of men.

Then I let go. The feeling of the pee flooding my knickers, saturating them, then running down my legs was indescribable. I nearly came on the spot. but I wanted to go further.

While the pee was still running out of me, I pulled my knickers aside and cupped a hand between my legs gathering as much piss as possible. I rubbed it over my face. OMG! The warm piss, the smell, was intoxicating. I couldn’t stop myself. I shuddered and had a minor eruption. I had to support myself on the side of the shower as my legs trembled. The last thing I did was suck my fingers and lick my hand. Not really any pee there, but I could taste it on my tongue.

God, what had I done? I was elated. I felt I’d crossed yet another bridge. I still had to drink the stuff, but now I was almost sure I could.

I forgot about showering, threw my dripping knickers in the corner, wiped myself dry, dressed and went back down stairs.

Kaz, took one look at me and burst out laughing! “What?”I asked

“Your face,” she replied. What have you been up to? “You just frigged yourself off?” I had no idea it was that obvious. What could I say but “Yes”?

“Good for you,” came back the response. I didn’t tell her what I’d done I felt that was a step too far, but given she’ll probably read this blog, she’ll know soon enough. I hope neither she nor you, my dear perverted reader are turned off by my actions. XXXX