“Oh God, not now”
Saphira tried to get out of bed to move to the bathroom, but, tangled in her sheets, she tripped, falling on her ass, all the while coughing and gagging, thick dribbles of spit falling from her mouth onto her chest and breasts. The taste of her own piss on her lips and tongue sent a spasm down her thighs, her cunt jerked, lighting bolts of pleasure bursting through her sex. 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. Her urine was slightly salty, mildly musky, but nothing too strong. As she began gently playing with her pussy, she allowed herself another sip of her glass of golden nectar, her ambroisa of the gods, her water of life. Once hand went immediately to her glass of liquid gold, another slowly found its way down to her clit after first softly brushing its
