I think that might be my favorite part. I experienced it once after a fetish party where I got pissed on, and even though I had a change of clothes and tried to wash up in the sink, the smell of stale piss clung to me for the rest of the night. I remember overhearing people saying “why do I keep smelling piss?” and hoping they wouldn’t figure out it was me, totally unable to conceal that I’m just a walking, talking, dirty urinal. I fantasize about guys spraying me down with hot piss while I’m hiking in the park, public restrooms at a crowded mall, a dirty alleyway, or a video booth. A bonus would be if they jacked some thick ropes of cum all over my face, hair, and piss-splattered clothes, to make sure everyone I pass knows what a piece of filth I am.