Saphira lay in bed, the cool summer air blowing in from the window to her left like an angel’s breath, thinking about Janie. Their first meeting is tomorrow, and Saphira is still unsure of what to expect. Janie had said their meeting would exceed expectation, but what did that mean? Something raunchy, to be sure.
Realizing her bladder to be full, Saphira pulled herself out of bed, stepped to the pleasently cool hardwood floor and began searching under her bed. Finding what she wanted, Saphira pulled a small bedpan out from under the bed and lay it on the floor. Crouching over it, all the while constantly thinking about Janie, about her short, blonde hair, her supple tits, her thick thighs and absolutely incredible ass, Saphira began to piss. The wine she had drank earlier ensured that her urine was practically clear, but not entirely devoid of aroma and flavor. Her bladder finally empty, she shook the last few drops of pee from her snatch and ran a finger up her mound, picking up a few drops of golden liquid. Slowly, Saphira brought her hand to her mouth, drawing her finger across her lips, wetting them with urine. A small shock struck down from the top of Saphira’s spine, slowly crawling all the way down to her tiny, soft feet. Standing, she brought the bedpan, now full to the brim with her sweet, sweet pee, to the bedside table and emptied its contents into a wine glass that lay next to a needle, a spoon, and a small plastic baggie. Saphira eyed those objects with the same glance a lioness would eye an unsuspecting next meal.
Sitting back down on the bed, she took the glass and sipped from it, savoring the taste of her own urine before swallowing, picking up the baggie and the spoon to prepare her next vice.