I want you to piss on me. “What?” I choked on the smoke from my cigarette and stared at Anya. “I want you to piss on me,” she repeated stubbornly, glaring defiantly into my eyes. What the fuck? We had just finished having sex and were smoking on the balcony. Anna looked away You know, it's such a fetish. I really want to feel how your hot jet hits my body, and warm urine flows down smoothly, - she ran her hands over her skinny thighs, obviously symbolizing the trajectory of the drain, - ...