Aurelent Design

Aurelent Design

My clitty dangles like fine jewelry in my spread
I straddle him
His Golden Colossus on the verge of spill
His prick jerks from the frenzy of his sexual excitement
He begs for my ochroid stream to escape
To feel the warm wet rush splash his face and chest
To taste my honeyed deluge and drink of it,
lap it up from my pink faucet like golden ambrosia
He told me once..that its warmth...
Made him feel like he was back in the womb, safe
I believe him to be a uromasochist and that suits my sadistic nature perfectly
His urophilia brought him to me a broken man
He had some pretty lil debutante spreading her skinny thighs for him
She gave Missionary position  only and the thought of giving a good blow job...well
Made her gag
To have suggested a golden shower would have turned her cunt into a tuna popsicle
She was already a cold fish
His dire need drove him to me
And now.....i own him by his hard cock
He came once a week at first
Now....he cannot go more than a day
Without my aureate baptism
I make him beg
I drink warm tea until my bladder is about to burst
He grows more excited with each sip
I give him a special drink
He gulps at my command
More i say with ardent tone
I smile at his whimpering and turn the shower on full force
I let him suffer until his balls shrink to marbles
And his eyes are streaked red and tear soaked
His uroligea hits suicide pitch
And that is what comes before I stand astride this poor man
Bleary eyed and begging
And before he is allowed to.relieve himself
I let go my water in a torrent
Christening him whole man with my tepid excreta
And after I have expelled every single
Itty bitty drip drop drip onto his waiting lip
I allow him to let go
He cums as he pisses all over himself
And then....my work is done