THE TREE
I come up behind her and caress her behind

I reach down, and I can feel her wetness, her anticipation. She trembles to my touch

I kiss the nape of her neck from behind, I reach my hands round and caress her breasts, feeling her nipples hardening. She lets out a low, trembling moan.
I Read more… move back behind her, the tip of my manhood softy grazes the soft folds between her legs. She's positively dripping.
I tease her some more, letting her anticipation build, running my fingers round the curves of her buttocks.
She is trembling with pleasure now...."Please.....let me feel you...please", she moans.

I decide to comply with her request.
I guide myself to her opening, and slowly slide myself in.
She gasps, and shudders...."Ohhh yesss", she moans.

She's tight around me, and as moist as the mists which cling to the tops of the trees around us.

I grab hold of her right breast, my left hand holding her hip.

She's feeling my thrusting into her, my breath on the back of her neck.

She removes her hand from the tree truck where it's planted, and goes to reach down between her legs. But her pleasure must be all mine to command. "No.", I tell her. I put her hand back on the tree trunk, and then reach to her front. My fingers find what hers were denied, her delicate fold of womanhood. I start to rub there, the little nub of nerve endings hard and slick to my touch. My right hand still grasps her breast, and her nipple falls between my fingers. I give a gentle squeeze and she rewards me with a vocal note of obvious pleasure.

She's bucking her hips in time with my thrusts, I can see her shapely bum moving and it's bringing me close to my climax.

But she must go first, she must be the first to surrender into waves of pleasure. I withdraw my left hand from her clit, and drips of her juices drop off my fingers. She takes them in her mouth, at once lubricating them, and also tasting herself. A sudden thought comes to me, fuelled by our coupling and the sense of complete control she's given me.

As her supple ass bucks back to meet my manhood again, I smack it.

"Ahh!" she cries, but her moans are more pleasure than ***. She pushes against my hardness even faster now.

I raise up my hand, and spank her again.

Again, she gives a moaning cry, her body shaking with the insurmountable waves of *** and pleasure from all places in her body.

I know she's getting close.

One last time, I bring my palm down on her bum. The smack rings out loud in the deserted forest. "Oooft!" she moans. Meanwhile, I'm squeezing her breast harder, and our grinding is deep, hardly measured, given over almost to lust.

I know she's ready to let go, to surrender to her lust, to cut loose. I lean in close, and whisper in her ear....."If you need to, you may come".

I feel her clenching up around me. She tenses up, her back's arching.....she digs her fingernails into the bark of the tree. I give her breast a big squeeze, and with my other hand I find her clit, take it between my fingers, and gently squeeze it too.

"AHH! FUCK! HOLY FUCK! AHH! AHH! AHH!", she screams. I feel a rush of moisture around my member, she tenses with each moan, and I feel a rush of wetness against my cock.

"Good girl", I growl into her ear, verbally acknowledging and rewarding her pleasure.

With her having savoured her pleasure, it's now going to be my turn. I'm still thrusting hard and fast, the extra wetness from her orgasm enhancing my own pleasure.

I grab hold of her hips with both hands, the better to thrust as hard as my needs command. I can feel it in my deepest soul, building up, my lust held in liquid form, my gift to her.

I want to share this gift, give her her pleasure again.....I take my left hand back round to her clit, and start pressing on it, with just enough *** to ensure her climax is revisited.....she is gasping, and whimpering with anticipation as a second peak builds from my thrusts and my touch.

It can't be held back now, our mutual passion, our dripping need. She tenses again, moaning lowly, as the second wave of ecstacy takes over. And as I feel another squirt of wetness against me, I finally release all the pleasure that her tight hole has built in me.

With a loud, long grunt, I release my tension up into her waiting hole. They are spurts of hot love, passion, lust, and frenzy. At the same moment, she reaches down with her right hand, and grabs my butt, pushing me harder into her, savouring every pulsing shot that I'm giving her. "AHH! OOH! I'M COMING AGAIN! FUCK! AH!" she's yelling.

Finally at long last, we're satisfied. I thrust until I'm empty, until I've given her every last drop. She's still pulsing and throbbing, I can feel it on my rapidly softening wood. Sated, and consumed, I fall into her, we lean against the tree together, feeling each other's breath, warm in the cool of the evening air.

As I withdraw my now softening member from her, I can still see the red marks from the spanks on her butt. Ah, when lust is fire, then love may be the cooling balm! I gently plant kisses on her bum cheek, essaying to soothe the redness.

She gasps again, but from surprise now, as the kisses land delicately on her burning skin. She slowly turns to face me, and her expression is a study in tenderness and love.

She's looking satisfied, and so beautiful at that moment that verily I could look on her all night, and nights uncounted thereafter.

"Darling?", she says, her words nobly chasing after the breath she's lost.

"Aye, love?" I reply, trying to convey from my tone how much I had felt, do feel, towards her.

"Thank you. Thank you for this, this time, this closeness, this....exploration with me. You've made me feel things this evening that I've never felt before" Her words, for all their simplicity, weigh all the more on me for their gratitude.

"Babe", I say, "Before I met you, the desires of my body were a mystery I thought I would need to discover alone. You being with me, sharing your soul, not just your body with me....having me, in your words, in your thought, as well as in your bed..... that's more than one so lost could ever hope for. The thankfulness is all mine."

I kiss her forehead gently and long.

"Ach, you stubborn ass", she replies. "Why don't we just both agree to be grateful?

And as we go from the darkening wood, hand in hand, contented and utterly spent, I surprise her once again.

"Aye", I tell her, "I can go with that

***/Watersports - what it is (and what it ISN'T)
As anyone who's taken a minute to look at my profile will know, I'm a big fan of *** play, or watersports (urolagnia if you want to get technical).

In my (admittedly short) experience of being here and on other kinky social media, I've become aware Read more… that *** play has its own set of misconceptions, including stigmas, and so I'm writing this to straighten some of these out.

What is a *** kink?
A *** kink is when someone is sexually aroused by urination, whether that be ***ing in general, ***ing in unusual places, watching others ***, bring ***d on, or in, or ***ing on or in someone else.
Omorashi (Japanese term meaning 'to *** oneself') and urophagia (*** drinking) are also parts of the *** play kink.

Why do some people have a *** kink?
Why does anyone have any given kink? Maybe it's something they've discovered along a completely different journey. Maybe it's got a specific meaning for that person. The reasons why people enjoy what they enjoy are as varied as the kinksters themselves.

I'm curious about trying it. How can I start off small?
Well, for me, I've just been getting into it for a few years now, but I started off by just ***ing in the shower. It depends on how comfortable you feel and where you feel most comfortable as well.

Common misconceptions about *** play:
that it's some kind of 'gateway kink to *** play'. No. It isn't, it's completely different. I have enjoyed playing with *** for several years now, and have never once been inclined to go into *** play.
that because someone is into *** play, they find *** exciting ALL THE TIME. No. CONTEXT MATTERS. When I wake up in the morning, I ***, like most people do. I am not feeling sexually aroused. It doesn't give me an erection. I just wanna *** and go back to sleep. ON THE OTHER HAND, when I'm feeling excited, like in my videos, and I feel like it, I find ***ing very arousing indeed. Like any other act, it's only sexual IN CONTEXT.
that *** play only means ***s. Nope. Like I've stated above, *** play can be lots of things, or any of them. Sure, ***s are a part of *** play, but far from the only part.
that someone into *** play will try to watch others *** without consent....NO. Consent is CRUCIAL in every form of kink, and *** is no different. I have never in my life tried to sneak a ***k in the ladies toilets for a thrill, nor would I. That's an outright disgusting *** of privacy and consent.
*** is dirty..,..well, we are essentially talking about a bodily waste product here, so yes, it does contain potentially harmful bacteria. However, with certain precautions, *** play can be safe and enjoyable.
Precautions
always try to stay well hydrated with WATER (which you should do anyway), this will help dilute the urine and also help prevent UTIs
DON'T urinate, or allow urine to get into, open cuts, wounds, or your eyes. This seems obvious but accidents can happen! Urine in these places can cause nasty infections and so it's to be avoided.
CLEAN AS YOU GO another obvious one, but be sure and clean yourself during *** play, just as you would when using a toilet. UTIs are never pleasant.
So that's my guide to my favourite kink (do they call it a TED talk?)

Hope you all enjoy, and play safely, and consensually

I come up behind her and caress her behind

I reach down, and I can feel her wetness, her anticipation. She trembles to my touch

I kiss the nape of her neck from behind, I reach my hands round and caress her breasts, feeling her nipples hardening. She lets out a low, trembling moan.
I move back Read more… behind her, the tip of my manhood softy grazes the soft folds between her legs. She's positively dripping.
I tease her some more, letting her anticipation build, running my fingers round the curves of her buttocks.
She is trembling with pleasure now...."Please.....let me feel you...please", she moans.

I decide to comply with her request.
I guide myself to her opening, and slowly slide myself in.
She gasps, and shudders...."Ohhh yesss", she moans.

She's tight around me, and as moist as the mists which cling to the tops of the trees around us.

I grab hold of her right breast, my left hand holding her hip.

She's feeling my thrusting into her, my breath on the back of her neck.

She removes her hand from the tree truck where it's planted, and goes to reach down between her legs. But her pleasure must be all mine to command. "No.", I tell her. I put her hand back on the tree trunk, and then reach to her front. My fingers find what hers were denied, her delicate fold of womanhood. I start to rub there, the little nub of nerve endings hard and slick to my touch. My right hand still grasps her breast, and her nipple falls between my fingers. I give a gentle squeeze and she rewards me with a vocal note of obvious pleasure.

She's bucking her hips in time with my thrusts, I can see her shapely bum moving and it's bringing me close to my climax.


But she must go first, she must be the first to surrender into waves of pleasure. I withdraw my left hand from her clit, and drips of her juices drop off my fingers. She takes them in her mouth, at once lubricating them, and also tasting herself. A sudden thought comes to me, fuelled by our coupling and the sense of complete control she's given me.

As her supple ass bucks back to meet my manhood again, I smack it.

"Ahh!" she cries, but her moans are more pleasure than ***. She pushes against my hardness even faster now.

I raise up my hand, and spank her again.

Again, she gives a moaning cry, her body shaking with the insurmountable waves of *** and pleasure from all places in her body.

I know she's getting close.

One last time, I bring my palm down on her bum. The smack rings out loud in the deserted forest. "Oooft!" she moans. Meanwhile, I'm squeezing her breast harder, and our grinding is deep, hardly measured, given over almost to lust.

I know she's ready to let go, to surrender to her lust, to cut loose. I lean in close, and whisper in her ear....."If you need to, you may come".

I feel her clenching up around me. She tenses up, her back's arching.....she digs her fingernails into the bark of the tree. I give her breast a big squeeze, and with my other hand I find her clit, take it between my fingers, and gently squeeze it too.

"AHH! FUCK! HOLY FUCK! AHH! AHH! AHH!", she screams. I feel a rush of moisture around my member, she tenses with each moan, and I feel a rush of wetness against my cock.

"Good girl", I growl into her ear, verbally acknowledging and rewarding her pleasure.

With her having savoured her pleasure, it's now going to be my turn. I'm still thrusting hard and fast, the extra wetness from her orgasm enhancing my own pleasure.

I grab hold of her hips with both hands, the better to thrust as hard as my needs command. I can feel it in my deepest soul, building up, my lust held in liquid form, my gift to her.

I want to share this gift, give her her pleasure again.....I take my left hand back round to her clit, and start pressing on it, with just enough *** to ensure her climax is revisited.....she is gasping, and whimpering with anticipation as a second peak builds from my thrusts and my touch.

It can't be held back now, our mutual passion, our dripping need. She tenses again, moaning lowly, as the second wave of ecstacy takes over. And as I feel another squirt of wetness against me, I finally release all the pleasure that her tight hole has built in me.

With a loud, long grunt, I release my tension up into her waiting hole. They are spurts of hot love, passion, lust, and frenzy. At the same moment, she reaches down with her right hand, and grabs my butt, pushing me harder into her, savouring every pulsing shot that I'm giving her. "AHH! OOH! I'M COMING AGAIN! FUCK! AH!" she's yelling.

Finally at long last, we're satisfied. I thrust until I'm empty, until I've given her every last drop. She's still pulsing and throbbing, I can feel it on my rapidly softening wood. Sated, and consumed, I fall into her, we lean against the tree together, feeling each other's breath, warm in the cool of the evening air.

As I withdraw my now softening member from her, I can still see the red marks from the spanks on her butt. Ah, when lust is fire, then love may be the cooling balm! I gently plant kisses on her bum cheek, essaying to soothe the redness.

She gasps again, but from surprise now, as the kisses land delicately on her burning skin. She slowly turns to face me, and her expression is a study in tenderness and love.

She's looking satisfied, and so beautiful at that moment that verily I could look on her all night, and nights uncounted thereafter.

"Darling?", she says, her words nobly chasing after the breath she's lost.

"Aye, love?" I reply, trying to convey from my tone how much I had felt, do feel, towards her.

"Thank you. Thank you for this, this time, this closeness, this....exploration with me. You've made me feel things this evening that I've never felt before" Her words, for all their simplicity, weigh all the more on me for their gratitude.

"Babe", I say, "Before I met you, the desires of my body were a mystery I thought I would need to discover alone. You being with me, sharing your soul, not just your body with me....having me, in your words, in your thought, as well as in your bed..... that's more than one so lost could ever hope for. The thankfulness is all mine."

I kiss her forehead gently and long.

"Ach, you stubborn ass", she replies. "Why don't we just both agree to be grateful?

And as we go from the darkening wood, hand in hand, contented and utterly spent, I surprise her once again.

"Aye", I tell her, "I can go with that."