Watering a rose bush by crouching over the plant pot and having a pee.

Watering The Rose Bush

Watering a rose bush by crouching over the plant pot and taking a pee.

Back at the start of my journey with Sir he set me a challenging task. To be my own Sir for the weekend, to entertain him, to impress him. At the time pee play was a hard limit, but I thought that I might be able pee on camera, to stretch my own boundaries. So I went into the garden, found a dying rose bush and started watering it.

Shortly afterwards I noticed that the rose bush was looking healthy.

Next it started to bud again, the first time in years. Following its golden shower, the plant flowered twice a year, every year, for eight long years. It’s beautiful pink blooms adorning each home I’ve lived in since then.

Until last summer. With all that heat, and me away on a number of adventures it finally gave up. Even watering my rose bush with life giving pee couldn’t revive it. After all that time I decided it was time to let it go. Soon after I picked up a new plant, chosen for its salmon coloured blooms. Bedding it in, I decided that I should probably welcome it to the Barefoot family. And, in a rare moment of nostalgia, I decided to record and send to Sir.

Crouching over the pot I let go.

Floods of my urine watering the young rose bush, soaking in around the root ball. This was in August, and do you know… I’ve had two sets of flowers, and it started to bud again just before that bitterly cold spell in mid-December. Needless to say, it’s resting now, but we’re both looking forward to a nice, warm drink in the spring.

What I didn’t know (until writing this post) was that human wee is actually a great Rose fertiliser, being full of Urea and Nitrogen. Pushing my kinky limits has benefits across my world – it returned life to a dying plant, and brought beauty to my life when I had none. Watersports is not the only hard limit I’ve pushed back on. It was, however, the first. And it has become a much enjoyed kink. (Unlike some of the other limits which have returned to fixed boundaries.)

I love that I know my boundaries, where my limits lie.

And while I wouldn’t want anyone else to try and stretch my HARD limits – these folks get blocked, quick-sharp – I love that I feel safe and secure enough in my own life choices to nudge against the outer edges of my own preferences. To test the waters in areas that have previously made me uncomfortable.

February Photo Fest 2023

Thank you for joining me for February PhotoFest 2023. This is my fourth time joining the month long celebration of erotic and sensual photography. If you’re enjoying it please do go and check out the previous years: 2019 was an incomplete month. I skipped 2020 due to not blogging at the time but 2021 was a joy to plan and complete, in spite of lockdowns. 2022 was a little more relaxed behind the scenes, but jam packed with pictures and memories I love.

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