Ah, the sound of a zipper opening and the sight of a man readying himself to comply with my request is a beautiful thing. “Piss on me, give me your piss,” I beg, my body trembling with anticipation. The first warm droplets hit my skin, and I shudder with delight. The feeling of a hot, tart, golden liquid cascading down upon me is pure ecstasy. It fills my mouth, and I savor the taste, a taste that is both bitter and sweet, a taste that is uniquely male. The taste of power, the taste of submission, the taste of desire. I love this feeling, this taste, I love men and their well-aimed penises. It’s a feeling of happiness, of freedom, of liberation. A feeling that I can’t get enough of. A feeling that I crave, a taste that I long for. Piss on me, unleash your golden stream, and let me drink in the essence of your being.