Anyone who has read any of my previous 'Pissmop' stories will surely have come across Busty Jessica, a very pushy reader who wants to read about herself in all sorts of piss related stories. She's quite the annoying bitch and obviously has an inflated opinion of both herself and her looks but it's hard to deny wanting to write stories about her and urine. If...
When I met Caily at a butterfly release, I never imagined that the angelic pixie with pale skin, smiling eyes, and monarchs adorning her fingers would one day be straddling me in a bathtub, pumping her golden nectar into my mouth as she berated me for not being a good-enough "piss boy." It's always the innocent-looking ones that turn your world upside down....
I met Jennie online in a chatroom years ago. She was a single mother of two. We chatted for almost a year before we met in person to play or scene in the bdsm lifestyle. Our play turned into a relationship long before fifty shades came out. Before long we were together but not yet married. We lived together and all was well with our lives both inside and o...
Steve has a fairly lucrative business I don't know much about. He spends most of the work week at his warehouse and doesn't tell me much. Our relationship is electric and I don't want to pry and ruin anything we have at the moment. It might still be the honeymoon stage talking but I can't imagine a better person to satiate my dirty mind and body. It was near...
Two weeks. Two weeks is an obnoxious length of time to go without an orgasm. Of course, Michael got in an orgasm every day, but he hasn't seen fit to reciprocate as of late. Leah thought she knew what she was in for when she agreed to the orgasm restrictions, but apparently she had been much too optimistic in her assumptions. Because, well, two weeks. Two w...
As we dressed for the movies that evening, Cal kept glancing at me to see what I would be wearing. I knew what I wanted to happen there, but what I wore may surprise you. Instead of wearing something simple, like a tank top and shorts, I donned a very slinky, very elegant black evening dress. It was an expensive dress, consisting of thin spaghetti straps, a...
The pressure was becoming unbearable. My hands were clasped out of sight above my head, and my feet were strapped to the side of the bed. Punishment for attacking an orderly the day before. It wasn't my fault, but here I lay. Naked. It was morning and I had been this way all night. I was beyond being cramped. I was numb. I was cold. I was lonely. I was har...
Everyone's over 18 in this story, and if you have any suggestions for things you want written about let me know. This one contains some piss play, but that's about the extent of the weird stuff since you're browsing in this genre. *** Bobbing her head up and down on her husband's cock, she heard him moan out her name, "Carla... Carla..." His hands were bra...
Samantha hitched up her skirt, squatted down by the side of the country road and waited. She was dying for a pee, but she was determined to wait until someone passed. Ideally it should be a cyclist; a car would pass so quickly the driver would only get a glimpse of what she was doing and if a pedestrian appeared she could not justify squatting in a pissing p...
I wanted the slutty look that night. I had to look how I felt and how I wanted to be treated. Showered, hair done, make up done. Big black false eyelashes, heavy dark eye shadow that would run and make a mess through tears or anything else wet. Bright red lipstick adorned lips. Pasting it on I tasted my lips on my tongue, blowing myself a kiss in the mirror....