Welcome to the EXTREME Athletic Event of Watersports, the only sport where showering is part of the competition. And win or lose, you still get the gold. Golden Showers, that is. It’s the wettest game in town.
Harold is a frequent visitor but Harold never alters his play list. It’s the same old tune, session after session. This year, however, Harold made himself a resolution; a resolution to fulfill that ever popular but rarely achieved Wildest Dream.
Harold called and announced that today was the day–he was going to shower with the nectar of Goddesses. He wanted to bask in the golden warmth of a Domme Woman. He wanted to get pissed on by a hot chick.
I was happy to oblige.
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