Unexpected Connections Over Coffee and Limonada

Coffee, tea, or...pee? Part II

I never pushed it on Sarah, nor would I push anything on anyone. It is that simple. Either it will happen, or it shall not.

Sarah, alas, moved on, and it was some time before I had another love relationship, interspersed with a few visits to "Sexual Therapists" (aka: Women who are sex workers), where I found that many would giggle and many would indulge me, and to them I was profoundly grateful, and was enthralled at the different variety of flavors and fragrances. The experiences left me invigorated and hungry for more.

One pretty Sexual Therapist looked at me as if I had asked to drink a cup of Drano, but, as a true professional she squatted over my open mouth and tried. Nothing happened. She tried some more. And nothing happened. LOL, that's the breaks! She was lovely and gracious and I will never forget her kindness in trying.

Later on, my soul mate, and wife, looked at me in surprise, promptly straddled my face and we enjoyed this for years and years, and I would drive her to shrieking orgasms by sucking her clitoris with my mouth full of her nectar.

Moving forward, my wife and I took seperate paths, on a friendly no-fault basis, and again I needed to quench my thirst. Samantha, the Mexican Sexual Therapist I wrote about in BDSM, by this point had developed a trust and affection for me. I was holding a paper cup of limonada, the real stuff, that I had purchased from a street vendor. In imperfect Spanish I locked eyes with this wonderful Therapist, and without glancing away, threw the contents of the cup into the sink, while saying, "I don't want his lemonade crap. I want YOUR golden wine (vino oro). The look on her face was worth it a hundred times over. Her beautiful hazel eyes flew wide open and her face went slack, as she slowly repeated, you want to drink my...urine??? Not saying a word I gazed somberly into her eyes, never blinking, and handed her the cup. (Continued)