I did not have a erection, yet I cum, decided to piss the remaining sperm
The very idea of public piss play is enough to make any discreet person cringe, yet for those drawn to its raw, taboo allure, the rush is unlike anything else. In the secret world of “I Did Not Have An Erection, Yet I Cum, Decided To Piss The Remaining Sperm”, anonymous couples and exhibitionists push the envelope, “letting it all hang out” because judging from all the eager clicks on these videos, there’s a whole lotta voyeuristic viewers out there who just can’t get enough.
It’s not just about the shock value, though. There’s a primal sexiness to watching someone that vulnerable, that uninhibited. What other bodily function offers such a tangible metaphour for total surrender of control and letting go? There’s no holding back, no pool party pretense. This is an act so basic and carnal, so animal, it’s impossible to fake. You can’t “fake your splooge” then act coy about it. No, when your stream starts, that’s it – no turning back now. Salty secret, busted!
And nothing is quite so hot (make that WET) as seeing a cute couple caught red-handed, clear as crystal urine, as they decide to piss the remaining sperm. Is it the forbidden fruit factor? The bad boy, naughty boy, wild and free aura it exudes? Maybe it’s an earned reward, both partners earning their splash- strip spree after rounds of awkward fumbling under a blanket on the bus, go-getting couples in public places just dying to sneak a little nip slip. Now we’re talking!
Eyes glued to their bulges, it’s all so deliciously ARTFUL, the contrast of clear and creamy fluids, the boldness of what they’re doing. It’s “Leave It to Beaver” Perverted! And as we hold the door for a stranger m’france, we can’t help but imagine a matching pair of sweat pants in their closet, a matching splashy surprise in their future.
To others, the spectacle is a just a natural extension of who they are. Nothing to it! It’s what they did before baths were invented, and they see nothing wrong with treating their clothes like one big cum-riddled bib. And on stage, off, this rarely-seen proclivity seems to amuse, bemuse, and perplex in equal measure. Is it too taboo? Or just taboo enough?
Only one thing is certain – we’ll never look at rainbows the same way again! The disgust mingling with titillation, the gnawing sensation that we’re all just a few fibrous threads away from getting in on the wet and wild action ourselves… The rub is that once you’ve seen it, it’s NEVER left your brain – and thanks to the internet’s ample supply, you’ve never been closer to seeing it than you are right now.
So instead of confronting your fascinations head on, you may decide to chronicle them vicariously, moving through all 1,229 minutes and 19 seconds of “Lucky” while keeping your hands handy in case this life-altering video suddenly turns into a DIY how-to guide. Admit it: you WANT that golden stream to come back and GIVE YOU THE DOPE SLAP of your life, so badly that you’re preemptively buzzed with all the pent-up pissy anticipation of a first-timer entering Couple’s Urotherapy 101.
But as you advance through the footage, a curious phenomenon emerges: the more you drink in, the more you just want to spray out yourself. And as you emerge from the viewing tube dazed and discombobulated, you know that “DO NOT PLAY” warning is more ominously cautionary than it appears. Because far too many folks are getting hooked on that EDGY high, that gilded rush of endorphins and dopamine overloading their dedicate “Urophili?” receptors once and for all. And the thrills, like the dribbles, just never seem to end! Swimming with streaming felons! Splashing the Ozone! Seducing Romeos during the rain-delay! Truly, the wet and wanting possibilities are endless.
Oh, dear foolish FLASH, what have you unleashed? Thanks to your naughty happenin’s captured on film and beamed to millions of eager eyes, the dreamy days of drudgery and philanthropy and polite public normalcy are FINIT…
Wait… Is that pee coming out of MY…? Oh! Hilarious! Cue the crotch-explosion….
