Golden Shower…..

Doesn’t it sound enchanting! His golden shower rained down upon me like sweet kisses made from champagne! Golden dew caressed my skin and blessed my naked flesh….oh how poetic it sounds….if you don’t know what a golden shower is that it!
If you are reading this and you’re not really sure what I’m on about then best not nip off just yet to ask your other half to demonstrate and you make get a bit of a wee shock. And I’m not taking the piss! Ok enough with the diabolical puns already the more corrupted of you scream in my general direction – get to the point!

For those of you who have yet to encounter or learn about such an activity….I suggest you take a seat! Golden showers are also referred to as urophilia! And whilst it might kind of sound a bit like the name of those groups who really want to keep the English pound….it has nothing to do with currency or geography at all! In fact Urophila refers specifically to the sexual arousal caused by seeing or thinking of urine or urination! And a Golden Shower is the act of urinating on another or being urinated on. So nothing to do with champagne at all!

I will touch on Urophilia again at a later stage as there are various sub categories of fetish related to the act of urination. Today’s blog specifically focuses on golden showers, which does somewhat limit me in terms of what to discuss. Therefore I shall opt for the easy route of talking about my personal experiences!

I’m not sure which moment counts as my first golden shower really….does it count if someone pisses on you by accident, when in fact they were actually aiming for the window, but slightly misjudged? Because if so then it would be with the watersports champion Crystel-Lei who introduced me to this concept.
If, however we are to firmly state that a golden shower must be intentional – then I do believe my very first golden shower was from the lovely Wendy Taylor on a shoot in Spain! Closely followed with naughty milf Pandora closing in second in the lead!
I really wasn’t sure what I was expecting but when it came out there was a kind of gush – a bit like white noise and a sudden feeling of warmth. I was so surprised by it, I didn’t realise we had started so said “What’s that!” just as the camera’s were rolling. So if you are a huge watersports fan and one day are sitting down with your cocoa and dirty dvd’s and see some pleb all wide eyed going “what was that?” then you might want to skip a few frames – it gets better!

I think a lot of performers And people in general) go through some of the same experiences and thoughts when they discover something new – whether it turns them on or not. For example – I can’t believe I did that – it’s so naughty…..!! I guess thinking back, it was a bit of a buzz in a way!
I remember some time shortly after the shoot, absolutely horrifying my man one night after a few beers when I commanded (in what I thought was a sultry voice) whilst trying to untangle my legs from my panties and failing….”Pee on me, go on, piss on me….I dare you….just a little bit, go on just a teeny bit….”
Fortunately for the bedcovers my man declined and the thought was forgotten until my next shoot when I discovered over time that if I put my mind to it….I can pee for England! Why is this not an Olympic sport? Id ask anyone who’d listen. I can’t throw a javelin very fire but I bet I could knock that bottle of the wall with my jets!
I did consider writing to Jim’ll Fix it with my wacky idea, then I discovered he hasn’t been doing the show for some 20 years and my innovative idea was sadly just a pipe dream……..

In the end I settled for a good old fashioned pissing contest to see who could fill up their jug the most! Unfortunately Bea beat me by several inches but only because I’d just had a widdle in the loo 5 minutes before!

I think I discovered that I’m not a big fan of big group golden showers when I was on a shoot with 6 other girls who had been drinking beer all day (to be fair I knocked back my share of the fizzy stuff too and also played some part in the carnage that would follow….) so basically these two girls would start peeing, then two would join in and so on…..and so it began and the smell of taste pee infiltrated my nostrils like a deadly assassin. Fresh pee is not so bad – but they’d all been holding it for hours now and being in a hot climate it started to smell pretty bad pretty soon! I think the major defining point of my lack of enjoyment was possibly when a huge jet of stale pee shot into my eye and blinded me for a good 30 seconds! Or it could have been the 7 of us tripping over in the toxic cesspit we had made, not able to stand or escape due to the slippery tiles.
All of a sudden the hot sexy girls didn’t matter, all I could think about was my pissy squinting eye and wondering how much more pee could 7 tiny ladies possibly make! Quite a fair bit more it would seem!

I made the decision there and then that if I were to film such a scene when I gained my producer status (got a decent camera and a budget to pay performers) that my scenes would definitely involve hot showers, lots of towels, being on the grass/beach….anywhere but not in a marble swimming pool of pee!

So you might think that any sensible person would say “I’ve had a bash at it and it’s not for me” no no no it doesn’t work like that! You have to try something a few times and give it a chance!

So I believe my next scene was with a lovely blonde performer for a TVX producer who has set up a website – lovely guy! In fact he’s such a nice guy that when he slipped in “and then after Kimberly drinks yours, you’ll taste hers and then say” that I barely blinked….there was some part of me screaming no no remember last time!! But then suddenly I realised that after such a scene – drinking it would be a picnic! Of course it helped that the other girl was very pretty and quite sexy, but there was that silly childish part of me saying “It’s a challenge go on take it I dare ya! I double dare ya! Try it one more time!” So I took it like a bitch! And all the time thinking “oh my god this is so crazy….but not crazy in a bad way!” and as they say the rest is history!

I’ve rambled long enough, and I promise to return to the defining principles of urophilia at a later date and touch on some actual scientific research… (well kind!)