Juliet Shares Her Gold

By Karyn Beauvoir

An adult book, not for sale to under-18s.

Juliet would love to go for an after-work drink with her colleagues but she has a problem: after just two glasses of wine she can't control her bladder, and she knows that if the others were to see her wetting herself then she would be too embarrassed to go back to work ever!

Then her work mate Ian, who she quite fancies, pushes her to reveal her secret, and to her amazement he doesn't run a mile: instead he is actually turned on by it! They have a night of uninhibited wet fun together, and when another work mate finds out about them and also wants to play, Juliet realizes that there is a whole world of people out there who want to see and taste the golden rivers that flood from her body.

They end up at a club, where a couple of dozen like-minded fetishists strip naked and play at adult watersports, and by the end of the evening Ian and Juliet are soaked from head to toe in the warm, golden water.

Do not buy this book if descriptions of graphic sexual activity and urination may offend you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karyn Beauvoir
• Release date: Jun 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310390807

Book preview

Pissing Tales

Juliette Shares Her Gold

By

Karyn Beauvoir

Published by Karyn Beauvoir

Smashwords edition

Copyright © 2016 Karyn Beauvoir

Formatting and Cover Creation by Bas Fountain

Basfountain.co.uk

All characters are over the age of 18

This is a work of fiction; it never happened

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Contents

1: A Wet and Lonely Night In

2: A First and Wet Date

3: Three's Company

4: A Golden Orgy

5: Bathing in Piss

6: Piss Club

Afterword

1: A Lonely and Wet Night In

Why don't you ever come to the pub after work? Ian wanted to know.

Juliette thought that she could have written this conversation in advance. Because I like to get home.

But you will get home, he insisted.

But not when I want to.

Do you turn into a monster at a certain time in the evening? Ian suggested.

Maybe, she told him. Not someone you want to be around after a few drinks, anyway. The truth is that Jules really did want to go to the pub with Ian, although maybe not with the rest of the gang from work, but drinking did something to her, and there would not be another date. Or even a satisfactory end to the first one. So I'm going home while you still like me a little.

Back home Juliet took off her work clothes and in just her knickers and a short top she made herself a simple meal. She was angry and frustrated with herself, but she didn't know what she could do about it. Her last three dates had all ended the same way: nice company, pleasant conversation, a glass or two of wine, then disaster. At some point she'd lost control and instead of the sweet wetness of her pussy her jeans had been flooded with the bitter flood of her bladder. The men had been very nice about it, but they hadn't stayed around, and they hadn't invited her out again. 'Damn!' she thought. 'I'm destined never to get fucked again!'

She took her glass of wine through to the lounge and flicked the TV on. A soap opera, and then news of another terror attack somewhere in the world. She tried another channel and settled down to watch a film, some corny romance, but that just reminded her of her own lack of action. And of Ian. As she thought of his face, and imagined spending an evening with him, she felt her cunny getting wet. She wondered if she could just get through the one night without disgracing herself? Her hand strayed to her knickers and she stroked her labia through the thin fabric. She could already feel the heat of her quim and she quickly rid herself of her last items of clothing. Another gulp of wine and then two of her fingers found their way into her cunt.

Her other hand was still holding the glass of wine and she had one more sip before she put it down. She was looking down her body at her fingers moving in and out of her quim and she could see the skin on her chest flushing red first. Her free hand roamed over her breasts, the fingers tweaking her nipples, as the pre-orgasmic glow spread over the rest of her body. Now it wasn't her tits that needed attention: she imagined she could see her clitoris poking out from under