A true-life tale submitted by LA After Dark reader Cherry Blossom Girl entitled, “Golden Shower Panty Boy.”

I went over to this boy's house and he was a little, I guess you could say, “eccentric.” We were on his bed and he was going to town on me in the crotch area. He got excited and put my panties around his neck while going down. I felt a bit weird but wasn't too bothered by it.

A few days later he left me a message on the phone saying that I smelled really nice, that I had soft inner thighs and skin. (Yes, he said those words verbatim.) Weird that someone would leave that kind of message on a voicemail to a stranger, but whatever. 

We texted back and forth the next week and he said, “[Cherry Blossom Girl], I really want to ask you a serious question. I know we don't know each other well but I love tasting you and I want to take it to the next step…”

I'm thinking, “Uhhh OK. Spanking? Ball gag?” I was creeped out nevertheless but curious because I'm a borderline pervert.

He says, “I want a golden shower with you.”

[Enter cricket noises here.]

I said, “Uhhh, I dunno…” and he swiftly responded, “Well, please think about it. I fantasize about it with you.”

Glutton for punishment, I had to ask, “Well…how?”

He says: “I want you to stand on top of me while I lay on the bathroom floor. Then you pee on my face.”

And…scene. Thank you for coming!

I didn't return his calls. I was grossed out. But did I ever see him again? Yes.

I ran into him recently. He is a friend of my neighbor so I see him every now and then. He gets a polite wave and smile.

Then I run the fuck away.

Image: Healingdream.

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