Piss Play Fantasy

Here in my mind’s private locker, the door creaks open. Heart pounds. Adrenaline surges. I’ve buried this for decades. Tonight, it spills out raw. No holding back. After Bea, solitude hit hard. Studies pulled me through. Student parties kept girls close. Flings, quick and gone. Then, cultural event. Mireille. Cute, mid-height, shoulder-length hair. Breasts that…