I have peed in the shower for countless years. And you know what? I'm not going to stop anytime soon. Think of that when I'm an overnight guest at your house. You've been forewarned. Even if I go to the bathroom before I step into the shower, I still for some miraculous reason have some piss on reserve. Where it is stored in my body, I haven't the faintest clue. All that I know, is that it's there... And it's ready for shower-time.
At first, I would just get in and pee. No big deal. Now though, I realize that it might be becoming ...unnatural? Case in point: The other day I'm in the shower and I pissed. And YES, it runs down my legs and feet, but I end up cleaning it when I soap up my body. Anyhow, I'm pissing and thinking to myself "Jesus Christ- this is a cold ass shower cause my piss is practically scalding my body". So, I guess that when you use your own pee as a temperature gauge, maybe things have gone on too long and gotten too comfortable. Maybe...
What really rocked my jollies though was how when my lover found out that I peed in the shower, he acted like I told him that I had stuffed a kitten in a sack of marbles and put it on a trampoline while I did flips and shit with my friends. Seriously. I thought that that EVERYONE pissed in the shower. Honestly! I mean, none of us popped out of our mom's crotches and used the toilets on our own, so why the hell doesn't everyone piss in the shower?
SSL (sex-slave-loverboy) was in the bathroom (primping his pubes for all I know) when I was singing along in my head a song that I was penning. I guess that it was the refrain in which I started to hum and sing out loud "mmm hmm hmm... peeing in the shower; I'm peeing in the shower..." SSL goes "Ewwww! No you aren't". Bemused, I stopped my song, and frankly said "yeah I am". And like a predator who has come to kill me, with one swoop of his arm, SSL swooshed open the shower curtain as piss was streaming down my leg and making a nice yellow (I was a bit dehydrated) puddle. I looked up at him the same way my father's cats look at someone when they are pissing or shitting in their litter box. They give you this insolent look like 'And?' His face then scrunched up in disgust as I proceeded to swipe my feet back a couple of times just like a cat does to it's litter when it's finished peeing.
As long as I do this when I first get in the shower, then what is the big deal? After I pee, I soak for a bit, sing a few songs, and then I soap up and wash off. The world is still in motion, nothing dangerous has happened, and we press on. Not a big deal at all. It's just piss.
So, since I fucked up his brain and changed the way he thought of me, you know what I did next? He left the bathroom while I was still in the shower and to fuck with him, I yelled out: "Guess what I'm doing now, babe! I'm taking a shit and pushing it down the drain!"
And guess who ran back in the bathroom to save his defiled shower...
