When I was 17, my girlfriend and I took a moonlit walk on the beach. No biggee, since at the time we both lived nearby and it was just something we did to talk, hold hands, kiss... the things that all couples do. On the way back to the car, however, she told me that she had to pee. I reminded her that we were, after all, about 15 to 20 minutes away from the nearest restroom. I was informed that there was no way she was going to make it that far, so she told me to turn around so she could have some privacy. I did, and I heard the zipper to her jeans buzz. In the next second my ears picked up the unmistakable hissing of a full bladder being relieved into the sand. She must have been holding it for a while because the duration was beginning to match one of my beer pisses. Then curiosity got the better of me and I turned around.

There, with the moonlight beaming behind her, was the love of my life... squatting and finishing what must have been a deliciously relieving pee. I turned back around quickly, but not before that sight was burned into my mind forever. There was no denying it. That was one of the most taboo visions ever to my young Catholic mind. And yet it was as beautiful as it was erotic. And most assuredly, it was a one-way ticket to Hell.

Fast forward (with no further adventures in the realm of water play) to a couple of years ago. I met a woman in Atlanta who was intelligent, open-minded, sexy as hell, and very adventurous between the sheets. One night as we're indulging in some sex play, she whispers for me to tell her my deepest, darkest desire. Now I'd been tripped up by that one before. They think that your version of dark is something similar to theirs. But when you actually trust them enough to open up and let that little bad boy out of Pandora's box, they run screaming out the front door. So I gave her one of the mild fantasies that pretty much everyone has had at some time or another. She laughed.

"I know you better than that. You can be one serious twist-tie. So just whisper into my ear what you have never told anyone else you'd like to do, and we'll do it." So I took a chance.

To my utter amazement, she did not run screaming into the night. She didn't even scream at all. Hell, she didn't even say, "Eww." She just looked me right in the eyes and said, "I've never tried that. But I'm up to giving it a shot. If either one of us doesn't like it, however, it's coming off the menu. Is that a deal??" I hugged her tightly, kissed her deeply, and agreed.

I didn't push for a date or time for the forbidden act to take place. In fact, I didn't even specify how it should be approached. It was my fantasy, but she would have to be comfortable enough with it to even possibly enjoy it. So we kept seeing each other - making love hotly, as we always had - and I tried not to act like a little boy the week before Christmas. Finally my approach paid off.

One night, after making love intensely, she invited me into the shower with her. It wasn't unusual. We often showered off before one or the other of us went to our own abode. But this night she surprised me. As we were facing each other, she using the washcloth to remove the scent of sex from my lips and chin, she parted her legs and moved one on either side of my thigh. This was different. Maybe she needed to get a better look. But then I felt something hot and wet that was NOT shower water flowing down my leg. My eyes locked onto hers. She was smiling. And peeing. I was as hard as a diamond in less time than it took her stream to end. And I fucked her tight, pissy pussy without ever leaving the shower.

We talked about our shared experience a couple of times over the next couple of weeks, but nothing else happened until one night when I was over at her place for the entire evening.

We were in one of our favorite positions, 69, with her on top. I love to make her cum like that. Taste her wetness while she shakes like a leaf in a hurricane. But this time she had another surprise for me. Just as she was coming down from her orgasm, she began tricking her hot essence into my mouth. A bit surprised, I let her know just how much it made me crazy by drinking every drop of her nectar - and triggering yet another big O.

We're not together any longer, but we are still friends. And recently she let me know she was getting married. While I was wishing her luck and congratulating her I couldn't help but think how lucky her new hubby was going to be - if he wasn't already. Women like that come along only once or twice in a lifetime - if you're lucky.

I'm still waiting for the second one. And you can bet I won't be so stupid as to let her go like I did the first.