Urine

He pushes his flaccid piece of silken flesh between my lips and releases. I swallow glug after glug of fresh sweet urine down into my throat. I keep sucking it down and gulping hard. He rests his palm on the nape of my neck and smiles. "Such a good girl". It tastes strange and unpleasant but manageable. I drink more and more and concentrate on my devotion and that desire of wanting to be where I should be, not empty, in my place, with him, being used.