My boyfriend and I have been dating for the past two years. It’s been a rollercoaster journey of trying to understand him and his weird kinks- but I love him and would do anything for him.

I met Tunde during a carpool incident. Usually, to save money, I always pick the carpool option on Uber whenever I’m going to work or returning. It saves me money because the cost would be split into two. Tunde was the other person who carpooled with me on one fateful day. I remember that I was humming a tune of a Melvitto and Gabzy song called “In Fact,” and he instantly recognized the song and asked me about it. 

We started talking, and things hit off for us quickly. We began carpooling to work together, and we used to return home together also because our houses weren’t far from each other. Tunde was remarkable; he was tall, dark, handsome, and had great taste in movies and music. It didn’t take me long enough to fall for him.

To my surprise, Tunde asked me out on a date, and the date turned out well. We were friends already, so the date went smoothly. I knew that I liked Tunde a lot, and a massive part of me knew he subtly liked me, too. After months of going out and vibing, Tunde finally asked me to be his girlfriend. To say I was excited would be an understatement. Without giving much thought, I said yes because I greatly liked Tunde. 

Tunde and I officially started dating. Before officially dating, Tunde and I made out occasionally, but it was nothing too serious. We never really passed first base- but since we were officially dating now, I knew we would go further than first base, and I was okay with that because he was my boyfriend at least. 

The first time Tunde and I ever had sex was a bit weird. I mean, Tunde and I spent about three months knowing each other- but he never mentioned he had weird sexual kinks or fetishes. All he had told me was that he liked exploring his sexuality- and that could mean different things, right? The first time we had sex, Tunde wanted to kneel down and have me stand over him to pee on him. 

I was a vanilla type of babe, so you can imagine my horror when he asked me to do this. I was truly mortified, but I smiled and went along with it. The moment I started peeing on him, he began moaning, and he orgasmed almost immediately. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it because I liked him and didn’t want to lose him, so I just pretended it was nothing and acted like I was comfortable with it- when, in reality, I was far from comfortable with it.

I did my research on that particular act and found out that it was an actual kink. They termed it as “Golden Showers”. It was when someone derived sexual satisfaction from someone peeing on them. I found it very weird, and I figured it would only be like a one-time occurrence- and if it wasn’t even a one-time occurrence, it was just a small sacrifice to pay, and it wasn’t like I was the one getting peed on. Hence, I decided to be quiet about it and not say anything. 

In the long run, I regretted not speaking about my distaste for the kink because not only did Tunde continue with the kink, but he added new and interestingly weird ones to the mix. He had me dress up in animal costumes for sex; he loved it when I cried and wept when he was having sex with me, and he got aroused from having sex with my armpit, amongst many other unbelievable kinks. Though I wasn’t comfortable with it, I still went along with it because I was already in love with him.

To be fair, he had always asked me if I was comfortable with whatever kink he requested for us to do before we started doing it - and I always said I was comfortable with doing anything he wanted because I just wanted him to be happy. This has been going on for two years, and saying I’m tired would be an understatement. 

I love him—I really do—but I don’t know how many more of his unusual kinks I can do just to make him happy. Would it be wise to tell him?