There is a debate going on over at the wonderful Ms Barbara's site concerning toilet service. If this is a matter that offends you please stop reading now for that is what I am going to talk about.
My wife has been away on business for a week and I have found myself craving (and I mean craving) her Golden Wine. Now, unfortunately for me She recognises the fact that toilet service is a great pleasure for me and uses it as a reward rather than requires it as a service.
She is under great pressure at work at the moment and I'm afraid I have not been as supportive as I should have been; so even though She is back now, my craving has still not been satisfied.
The craving has still not gone away, and it's clearly not just contact with Her lovely pussy that I need - we've had sex (me satisfying Her orally naturally) - and my waking moments are still consumed with thoughts of me consuming Her Golden Nectar.
Is it possible I'm addicted?
Has anyone else suffered from this addition?
Is there a Urinaholics Anonymous?
Do write and let me know your thoughts...
Ambiguous surveillance of extreme humiliation
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