After a particularly long workweek, Sarah could hardly wait to get home and indulge in her unusual fetish. As soon as she walked through the front door, she headed straight for the bathroom cupboard and grabbed a large bowl. Next, she filled up a blender jug with water and carried both into the bathroom.
Stripping off her clothes, Sarah positioned the wide sturdy bowl under the urinal hole in her toilet seat. She knew just how much liquid she could handle, having practiced this many times before. With a deep breath, she began to fill up the blender jug, taking small sips of the warm golden liquid as she poured it into the bowl.
The feeling of the full bladder was both exhilarating and nauseating for Sarah, but she pushed through the discomfort. She watched in fascination as the clear liquid turned a dark yellow from the amber and her own piss mixed together in the bowl. When she had finally filled up the bowl to her liking, she placed the nozzle from the blender jug into her mouth and let out a long slow stream of pee straight into her waiting mouth.
Finally, Sarah pulled away from the toilet and took the enormous bowl of pee and her filled bladder into the kitchen. She carefully poured the contents of the bowl into a large pot on the stove, adding in various spices and herbs until it created a rich, savory broth. As she stirred the mixture, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in her creation.
After letting the mixture simmer for several hours, Sarah carried the pot of "long turds" to the dining table. She set out a tray of fresh, steaming rice and a loaf of crusty French bread before finally sitting down to enjoy her meal. The smell of the pee broth filled the room, making her nipples harden in anticipation.
She slowly spooned a mouthful of the warm broth into her mouth, savoring the salty, umami flavors. It felt almost sensual, like she was tasting a part of herself. As she swallowed, she couldn't help but imagine the taste of her own urine mixed with the broth, the hot liquid sliding down her throat.
The meal was messy and satisfying, and Sarah couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed a meal so much. When she was finally full, she leaned back in her chair with a contented sigh, pleased with both her creation and her own desires. It was strange, she mused, how something so taboo could feel so right.
But then again, that's what made it so exciting.
