I might regret this but wtf. No one here knows me, except you know who. And you already know how my mind works. I am not into the brown or red showers. Totally disgusts me, in fact. No way, Jose.
But I had the fantasy of being with a lady who was somewhat dominant. No whips and chains; no bondage; no calling me weird names or putting anything where the sun doesn't shine (that's another story). But we did alot of playing, which meant she took me to the edge and back often (or made me take myself to the edge and back often). I MEAN OFTEN. Like a million times.
I have a penchant for revealing all kinds of my fantasies when I am aroused to a point of drunkenness. And this night with this lady turned into one of those times. I admitted the idea of a golden shower intrigued me.
Next thing I know, I am "ordered" into the bathtub, where I am forced to take her golden nectar in my face and on my cock while stroking myself. I could have said 'No", but she made it clear if I did, we would stop playing, she would leave and that would be the end of that night's playing.
It was great. I'd do it again. With the right lady. I have met other ladies that I wouldn't want that to happen with no matter how excited I was.
I deny the veracity of this story to all who might read it. I am a fictitional character in my own mind.