Norma's Bar: An Erotic Tale of Drinking & Desperation

By Kaylee Kennicott

Norma makes her own intoxicating beverage, straight from her body: earthy, floral, spicy, and sweet, it's a delicious addition to any drink. I'm absolutely obsessed with her "special blend."
As a regular at her bar (you won't find it on any map: private invitation only), I've been watching Norma, and desiring Norma, and drinking her intoxicating fluids, for two years. Oh, we all know what we're drinking. She loves to put on a show for us. And she's taken plenty of guys, and gals, home with her for a bit of extra fun. I'd long since given up hoping that she might choose me one day.
But...she did. One night, in desperate need of a bathroom break, she invited me to the employee facilities to drink straight from the source...and after that thoroughly satisfying experience, she chose me again, and again...

Content: urolagnia, male drinking female urine, slightly dominant female x slightly submissive male, urination into vagina, face-sitting, intercourse, urinary bar tricks, and a fair amount of comfortable intimacy/feel-good romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaylee Kennicott
• Release date: Aug 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005320713

Kaylee Kennicott

Kaylee is 25 years old and writes erotica.

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NORMA’S BAR

Kaylee Kennicott

Smashwords edition

Copyright 2020 Kaylee Kennicott

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

NORMA’S BAR

Norma’s Bar was open only three nights a week, or at the discretion of the owner: Norma. But the schedule was irregular. Those of us who patronized the place ran in close circles, so sometimes there were nights when I had planned on staying in and was surprised to get a text from a friend. Hey, Norma’s is open - I’m heading down. How about you?

Inevitably, I put some real pants on, laced up my shoes, and went to meet them all.

The bar stayed open late - or until Norma wanted to go home. There were some nights when she’d close up early, her arm thrown around the shoulder of whatever lucky fellow - or lady - she’d taken a liking to that night. Sorry, folks, she’d say. But if I don’t go relieve some tension now, I’ll be grumpy and useless for the next one.

We didn’t complain.

If anything, the waiting list for those who were hoping to jump in bed with Norma was...well, basically as long as the guest list for the establishment. And she was notoriously fickle, changing lovers about as frequently as she changed her underwear.

I had yet to make it with her. But, and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t imagining this, Norma seemed...a little softer around me, recently. She had leaned towards me more, and winked at me a few times. It made me more determined to show up every night, just in case. I had a feeling she was working up to me.

On this particular evening, it was normal business hours. I showed up early on, to claim my favorite spot at the bar. That’s typically where you sat, if you wanted to get with Norma. Couples, and those curious folks who wandered in for the shock value, sat at the tables and booths out on the floor. But the regulars always sat at the bar, to talk to Norma.

I suppose an average person on the street would look at Norma and think that there was nothing much special about her. That sure, she was beautiful. She had hair you’d call red but actually looked golden and sometimes speckled with interesting colors from the bar lights reflecting off the liquor bottles around her. She had an hourglass figure that was only accentuated by her waitressing apron tied around her waist. (And god, even now I can’t think of that apron without remembering the sight of her taking it off, as she did every evening while we cheered.)

She was a deft hand with a towel, and she’d swat at guys with a wet rag and snap it hard against their skin if they ever bothered her. But if you were sweet and treated her nice, she’d give you more than you ever dreamed of.

When I sat down, she smiled at me. Evening, Lawrence. The usual?

Yes, please.

Soon it