"Golden Rain"
(theory, practice and diagnostics of a sexual phenomenon)
While heading a newspaper of the erotic genre, I found it very interesting that many people are attracted to the unusual topic of urination in sex... I decided it was worth contemplating this topic from the inside, analyzing it, seeing what might be appealing about it, what might excite people in the intimate procedure of relieving a minor need. I don't want to make premature and negative conclusions that this topic is one for perverts, so I'll start sequentially. I simply want to imagine, then see, and only then understand what a "urinating woman for a man" is in sex?.. After all, as is known, it is impossible
to understand something without seeing it, without studying it. I'm writing this article partly from personal experience, observations of other people, and professional perspectives.A twenty-year-old brunette, good-looking, attractive in appearance, quite charming, responded to my advertisement about wanting to experience unusual sexual sensations from urination. Despite her young age, the girl was not afraid of much, and I, even less so, was surprised by nothing in this life. Before the meeting, I asked her to drink plenty of fluids. We went straight to my place upon meeting, and I asked her to urinate in front of me. She pulled her jeans down to her knees, lowered her panties, and sat her buttocks on the toilet, tensed a little, and began her business... I felt no disgust, no revulsion... She sat on the toilet and urinated, her stream loudly falling into the drain.
– That's it, I have no more. Satisfied? – she asked.
– Yes, thank you, – I smiled.
The girl didn't quite understand my unusual interest in her, but she wasn't offended either, silently wiped herself, put on her panties, and adjusted her jeans. And when she was wiping the remaining moisture from her perineum, putting on her underwear, – I realized how beautiful it looked.
About an hour later, we repeated the same thing, but not in the toilet but in the bathtub. I sat down on one edge of the bathtub, she stood by the faucet. Now she was without jeans and panties, in just a sweater, half-naked she looked very sexy. It was good that my acquaintance didn't shave her pubic area, obeying false rules of hygiene and fashion. She had light hairs, her pubic area looked very enticing, not like shaved ones that resemble children's. The girl spread her legs apart.
– Should I squat, or do it just like this? – she asked, looking at me attentively.
– Start like that, and then squat.
She began... A thin stream emerged from the female perineum and hit the floor of the bathtub. Light yellow fluid flowed from the girl, swaying slightly from side to side, then the girl squatted and released a strong stream. The stream split into splashes, I saw them. A beautiful body and the urine coming out of it created a very interesting sight, somewhat sharp, sexual, and alluring. The girl seemed to be irrigating the soil with herself, pleasant beautiful drops seemed to fly out of the half-naked girl, falling onto the bathtub floor and spreading across it like beads. It looked very romantic. Out of great interest, I placed my hand under this yellow, bright, strong stream and felt a hot, unusual moisture... It felt sexual to me. Naturally and erotically.
– Like rain... – I said, comparing the girl's urine to a beautiful natural phenomenon... – It's as if rain is pouring from your beautiful perineum, – I repeated louder with slight admiration and surprise, and swirled my hand under the stream, as if winding the hot moisture onto my palm.
The girl smiled and became a little embarrassed.
– What rain? This is p*ss. Rain is beautiful, colorless, transparent, and this is smelly p*ss, – she blushed shyly, straining.
I thought about her words, looked at her perineum, open buttocks, flowing urine, and involuntarily compared the female lower area to clouds in the sky. How beautiful it is... I saw that female buttocks are very similar to clouds, and urine to rain. Sexy and elegant. Even though the urine stream isn't colorless but yellow, it still looks magnificent, stirring. And if it's magnificent, if it's beautiful and the urine is yellow, – let it be a "golden rain." With these thoughts, I smiled and stroked the girl's wonderful pubic area with my hand. She stopped urinating and looked at me perplexedly.
– Why do you like this? – asked the girl, shaking the last drops from her pussy.
– Because it's very beautiful, as I only understood today. It's as if a "golden rain" is coming out of you, – I explained to her, nodding my head positively.
– You say such things, "golden rain"... what nonsense... what kind of golden? – the girl didn't understand my imagery.
– Rain, because your urine comes out of you beautifully and sexually, as if your body is sprinkling everything around with something passionate, intimate, secret, like nature itself. And golden, because urine is yellow, and just as beautiful as gold. When it flows from a beautiful body, it's akin to a jewel.
– Are you a pervert, or an artist? – the girl smiled, looking straight at me with rounded blue eyes.
– Perversion might be something not everyone can understand. Perhaps I am an artist who sees and feels more than others. I pay attention to things that few see.
The girl silently washed up and got dressed. We remained friends. She rarely called me, only when she felt down. She liked talking to me, she said she felt better after our conversations. Subsequently, we formed an impressive barter: I eased her soul with my soothing talks, and she showed me how she urinated, and I even started to like her golden rain. And she too began to call her urination rain. She would smile when she felt the urge from her bladder and say to me: "let's go, it's going to rain now." We tried many things, she urinated in spurts, sometimes wiggling her butt, sometimes spreading the lips of her perineum, stood on all fours, arched, lay down like a jack.
We observed the "golden rain" on the floor, in bed... She showed it in the train vestibule, in alleys, in the stairwells of old buildings... Yes, of course, this might seem dirty, animalistic, and criminal to many people, but I saw beauty and something special, sexual, a bit of hooliganism, but very pleasant. It was hooliganism in the name of art, and art, as is known, requires sacrifice. It was perceived sharply and deliciously, and I increasingly understood, in observing urination in sex, that there can be nothing perverted or vile in it. The moment of undressing is especially good: the girl pulls her jeans down from her buttocks, exposing them, pulls her panties down to her thighs, thrusts out her buttocks, and a powerful stream flies from the bottom of her juicy ass...
No less pleasant and captivating, the golden rain looked and felt in the "69 (jack)" position, I saw and felt the treasured action in all its glory, close to the very source. And I didn't care about anyone who might call my newfound interests "sick." I approached everything with interest, with a creative view, with soul, and at the same time discarded such a hindering thing as "fastidiousness." And later I understood that fastidiousness is appropriate only with feces, but certainly not with secret sexuality. My acquaintance herself got used to urinating in front of me, and it even started to please her; once she asked me to let her try my rain, and she found it strange and interesting.
I revealed to my acquaintance, and first and foremost to my own sexual practice, that in the act of relieving a minor need, something pleasant is hidden.
Soon my girlfriend married some guy, and we started seeing each other rarely. With many of my women, I tried to catch the "golden rain," but not all women produced it beautifully and captivatingly. Not all people possess that stirring sexual spark that opens the way to secret things of pleasure. I spoke with many people who found urinary rain pleasant in sex; they literally froze with pleasure when it was mentioned in their personal practice, they just couldn't express their feelings in words and formulate them. And my term "golden rain" was memorable to them and answered all the exciting factors and sympathy for the mysterious phenomenon. Subsequently, in the literary erotic world, stories began to appear with moments of sexual urination, they were published under the heading "golden rain."
Of course, I didn't stop at just my own conclusions and the opinions of many erotomaniacs, as well as my research in the field of psychology... I needed the most important characteristics of the secret phenomenon: psychiatric, urological, and sexological, as final conclusions. I myself had been engaged in psychology and psychotherapy for many years, studied these sciences professionally, and was acquainted with many established specialists. I needed proof that I wasn't mistaken in my thoughts, in my diagnosis of urinary rain, although I myself was 95% sure that the sight of a beautiful person relieving themselves for sex is not a perversion.
It wasn't difficult for me to complete my research with professional views and comments from my colleagues. My acquaintances, doctor friends, as well as professors of psychiatry, reacted to my discovery without surprise... It turned out that observing urination in attractive young people in a couple is not only not a pathology but has long been recorded as an "additional process of manipulative actions that have a positive effect on the part of human consciousness responsible for sexual arousal." And deviations, as well as perversions, have not been identified in it.
Urologists explain that the genitourinary system itself combines two inseparable lines connecting into one whole: urinary and genital. It follows from this that relieving a minor need by one person, and observing it by another person of the opposite sex, can be accompanied by sexual arousal. No deviations are seen in this either.
For several years, I kept the "golden rain" in a study format, in terms of why exactly sexual pleasure is derived from it, and I came to my first conclusion, which I made long ago with my first acquaintance. A man or woman becomes aroused by the sight of urine exiting their partner because it looks very beautiful, sexually sharp, and pleasant. Erotic literary publications released a lot of literature on this topic, and it became quite popular. I was pleased that I was the first to speak about it publicly. And I also decided to write about it, to research this complex fact. Perhaps it was mentioned somewhere before me, but not so thoroughly and openly, and most importantly, without medical terms.
Currently, I am amused by the position of the two-sided, divided opinion of many urologists in the field of the "golden rain"... Some call urination in sex a painful perversion, others, an addition to libido. Many people far from eroticism equate intimate urination for arousal with attraction to caprophilia, which is completely erroneous even by biological norms. Ordinary people not closely involved with eroticism do not understand sexual criteria at all.
I would like to remind you that a large percentage of men, in their childhood, liked to peek not only at girls undressing but also at how they peed. And girls were also interested in what "there" and how it flows for boys. Children were often interested in how urine flowed from their friends' secret places. Because the act of emptying the bladder of a pleasant person often has strong erotic energy that produces an attractive effect on libido. In many school and public toilets in the 80s and 90s, particularly inquisitive and temperamental teenagers made holes for peeking at moments of that very release of urine, which I called "golden rain." Curious guys and girls enjoyed observing not so much the naked organs, but the action itself.
Over time, I had the chance to talk with three more experienced specialists, sexologist doctors (at that time this specialization was called "sexopathologists"). They expressed no contradictions to my assumptions and conclusions; on the contrary, they confirmed my theory and practice regarding the "golden rain," thereby putting the final point in this topic.