I was your regular hormone-raged fifteen year old, pumping hours upon hours into scouring the god forsaken depths of the intertet for all sorts of nasty, nut-worthy, adult films. Anal, feet, bdsm, etc were getting too vanilla for this filth connoisseur. That’s when I came across some video with the thumbnail being a blonde bombshell sticking her tongue out and the title ‘Golden Shower’, and my interest piqued. I was beyond enthralled at the discovery, oblivious to the fact that those words were merely gilded and that there was nothing golden about that shower. The video grossed me out so much that I closed the tab right away and just zoned out for a complete minute reflecting on my life choices. This fetish was not for me.. or so I thought.

As time went on, I kept getting flashbacks from the video about how the girl was enjoying it so much, it started to grow on me. I started watching more of such videos, and all that pee really took me down a slippery slope. I just couldn’t get over the fact that these girls enjoyed pee so much, it was kind of hot. What was it? Was it the warmth? Was it the taste? I had to know. I think that’s when the fetish evolved from wanting to be the hose to wanting to be the bucket.

One fine day I decided I would finally indulge in the recreational activity of piss-gargling, and stepped in the shower. The very last remnants of my brain cells quickly kicked in and created a problem that would make me want to reconsider. How would I even pee in my mouth while standing or sitting? The pee-stream will not have enough pressure to even hit my chin. Should I lie down? I can’t lie down on the bathroom floor, it’d be so uncomfortable and dirty. ew. That should’ve been enough to stop me, right? Nope. I wanted that home-made lemon juice goodness right in my face even if I had to lie down with my legs over my shoulder with my back resting against the wall. I prepared myself, decided that I would keep my mouth closed initially, then as I get into it, I’ll open the gates and let my mouth flood. I was ready.

As I started peeing, the warm pee-stream quickly went from my chin to my lips to my nose and INTO my nostrils and down my throat. Yep. I was fucked. I don’t know what was stronger, the dreadful feeling of drowning in my own piss or the awfully bitter taste of it. My mouth involuntarily opened to catch some breath and I tried to get out of the awkward position at the same time. Wrong move, pee blast right on my soft palate. All of my ten thousand tastebuds violated with the taste again. I frantically tried to save myself from choking on my own vomit and ended up falling on my side, coughing and gagging while my penis still dripped. I washed myself and avoiding eye-contact with the mirror, I couldn’t let myself see me like that. My throat and nostrils still burned with irritation, it was like some corrosive acid had burned through my system. It’s been 7 years since the incident, and every now and then I’ll stare at my reflection in the pee-filled toilet bowl water, thinking about how it has tainted my insides and my soul.

tl;dr: I almost drowned in my pee.