golden rain

This is a story I asked a friend to draw and send to me:
I had a boyfriend who was responsible, so to speak, for my interest in more adventurous sexual practices. With him I learned to let go, to talk during the trance, to count and to try to realize my fantasies. If Ricardo had his sex teacher, I had a person who opened my mind, who showed me that the limit of pleasure is what we ourselves stipulate.
When we were inspired, and that was almost always when we met, sex was never the same.
One night we were doing this whole hand-holding thing, hand here, hand there, fingers here, fingers there, and we decided to talk about fetishes, what's wrong with each other, we loved to tease each other and fantasize, talk about what it could be, how we'd like to do it, and of course, we did...
So he comes up with the news of the day: have you ever heard of "golden rain"?
Stop it all!
I stopped everything and so did he, I sat on my own feet and I kept looking at him, and I said: What do you mean? Golden rain???
So he said: So... I've always found it exciting this thing of smell, taste, sweat, melasma, fucking, and everything else that people's body produces when we get excited and while we climb, and pee is part of the body too, isn't it? It's a manifestation, why always after your enjoyment you want to pee? Have you ever stopped to think about it???
And I stood there, thinking, but not for long, because he pulled me back on top of him and we continued our play...
But somehow it just sat there in my unconscious, and then it just kept hammering and hammering and hammering.
Every time I sat in the toilet and peed, I remembered his description of it: "Golden Cove".
And the idea started to excite me more and more... imagine, I who no longer need much excuse to excite myself, also excite myself when urinating... I had to sort it out... and quickly...rs
We met again and I already had the idea, I wanted to talk more about it, I wanted to know more, I wanted to experiment, and I wanted to know what it was....
We were there again between one kiss and another, one hand and another, and I could not (for some reason I do not know) talk about the blessed "Golden Rain", until we started talking (we loved it, in the middle of the trance to talk, describe, insinuate, instigate), and he asks: did you think about the "golden rain"?, I more than quickly answered with a Yes, between one moan and another, and he teasingly asked me more: "And what did you think?"
I said I wanted him to tell me exactly how he wanted it to be, what he had thought, how to do it, and that sort of thing... and he said he wanted to see me having a lot of fun in his mouth, and he would lick me while he was talking, he would pinch me with his fingers and his tongue, he wanted to feel all my taste, and he would lick me more, he would stick his tongue all over me, and I would feel shake, and then he would do it, and I would no longer hold on, let the wave of pleasure go up and down, consuming me completely until I enjoyed hallucinatingly, and he drank all the fun, putting me on my back, on top of himself, with his mouth between my legs: now I said I want you to pee on me, I want you on my dick, on my face, in my mouth... I didn't even think twice about it, and I made him pee all over me, while I was walking around with my dick, and I saw him peeing on my dick, and then I saw him peeing on my dick.