Confession: Showers of gold
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Last week, The Beautiful Kind shared the story of having crossed one thing off her to-do list: She peed on a friend, who happily swallowed as much of it as he could.
“Was it everything you hoped for?” I asked.Earlier today -- scant minutes ago, in fact -- she described an incident where after a playful dare, the man she calls Beast peed on her in the shower.
“Your goddess nectar was delicious!” he exclaimed.
Tiny drops splash in my mouth. I don’t mind at all. Strangely, it feels almost… affectionate. And it tastes like mead.I expected to be creeped out by this, but I wasn't. In fact, I found it... sweet.
So. Baby steps. Time to find out what piss tastes like. Not difficult to do: Why, look, there's an empty V8 bottle on the desk, I'll just rinse it out, and fill it up, and there it will be.
So, before I had time to overthink this experiment, I filled the bottle (well, not all the way) and took a sip.
Hm, thought I. It'll never replace vitamin water. There's a faint bitterness to it. On the other hand, it isn't half as bad as I thought it would be.
Perhaps, as with semen (which I've also tasted), there's something about getting it from the, ahem, original container that gives it a je ne sais quoi, makes it better than tolerable.
Now I must see how persuasive I'm prepared to be...
Posted by Regin at 11/16/2008 04:18:00 PM
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