Serena hadn’t felt alive in years, but then, one night, a man she hardly knew asked to piss into her open mouth. She almost said no, but something inside her pulled her to her knees.

She tore off her blouse, leaned over the toilet and begged the drunk, sweaty, older man to piss into her “whore mouth.”

Soon, a flood of acrid, salty, hot water danced down her tongue. Some she swallowed, but most flowed into the bowl below. He finished and slapped her with his dripping cock before leaving as another man walked in.

That night, Serena brought herself to the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had, while letting every man at the party use her mouth as a urinal.

The ennui had passed. At last, she had found purpose and joy.