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  1. Brutus

    Questions only

    At this point, since I appear to be the only male present at the moment among 2 lionesses, the both of you have no choice but to stand over me as I lay on my back while you release yourselves upon me with devilish disregard. As I struggle to breathe under your amazonian torrential yellow downpour of womanly assertion, I just ask one question; might you show mercy?
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    Where would you see me pee?

    Is it possible to do something like peeing on shelved items in a grocery store somewhere? Maybe go a clothing store, pee yourself just a little so that a few drips run down your leg, and then try on some pants right after to soak your pee into them. Or just try them on and let a few drips out onto the crotch and them put them back on the rack? I know you despise pants but...all the more reason to leave a surprise in them for someone else.
  3. 22. Only thing is, they left the last coffee shop before the call of nature struck, and were now in serious need to pee while standing in line at the movie theater.
  4. Brutus

    Questions only

    But how dirty and nasty? Enough that the cops will freeze in shock while we make a grand escape for further urinary escapades?
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    Why don't the Like and Page controls work for me?

    I'm been having problems ever since the sites redesign a few weeks ago. Certain threads don't allow me to reply. It's getting worse, as this is the only thread that I've found so far today that I can reply to. Using Chrome, windows 64 bit. Anyone have any suggestions?
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    De Praestigiis Angelorum

    Love how Sophie is so weak against Nancy's influence. That's a toxic level of love and lust, to be unable to resist someone who does things that offend you. Also love just how brutal and opportunistic Nancy is. Unapologetic, reminds me of a certain member on this forum!
  7. So something pretty memorable happened at work yesterday. A new woman joined our finance department a few months ago. She's average build, mid 20's, black hair, about 5 foot 8, arms covered in tattoos, tongue ring and she has a HUGE rack, which looks to be natural. Taken of course. I've met her boyfriend, muscular military guy and pretty tough looking. She's been sitting with me and a few others for training most days of the week thus far. So yesterday, we're sitting in my office going over some things when I accidentally knocked some papers off my desk. They fell closer to her so she just bent down while still seated next to me and started picking them up, which allowed me to get a perfect view of her ass in super thin leggings as her back was turned to me. They were so thin that I could clearly see she had NO underwear on and the crack of her ass was partially exposed at the top. My heart started racing and I just kept staring. Then she had to stand from her seat, still with her back to me, to grab a few sheets that had fallen farther away. When...she...stood...up...still bent over...I...could...see her bare pussy through the leggings!!! She's "well endowed" so to speak. The shape and crease of her lips were just bulging through like crazy and...she...has...them PIERCED!!! That's how thin the fabric was, you could actually see the metal of the piercings!!! The money shot was only for a brief second or two but it was as clear as the day is long, trust me! My hands were shaking I was so excited and had trouble typing for a few minutes. Holy shit!!! I was aroused all night over this!
  8. That's amazing, that you smelled strong enough to fill a room. The power of the pussy is so real! Speaking of smells, I wanted SO bad to get a whiff of the chair after she left, I can't even tell you. But after she left, I immediately had to take a client phone call, and then my supervisor came in and sat down in that seat for another project we were working on, which killed any scent the hottie would've left.
  9. Brutus

    Clubs you'd like to see...

    That process could be problematic depending upon the sensitivity of who is designated to decide if your demonstrated opinion is good enough. I've learned through personal experience that truthful perspectives are often politically incorrect, which turns a lot of people into cry babies that want to attack and silence you.
  10. Brutus

    Favourite Quote, Poem or Saying

    "You're so far beyond fucked, you couldn't catch a bus back to fucked." From some indie movie I saw many years ago, the name of which I have no clue, nor did I know any of the actors in it.
  11. Please do, I'm excited to see it.
  12. The person above me wears tube socks and sneakers while having sex , like those old low-budget porn movies from the 90's.
  13. The person above me wholeheartedly believes that penis size doesn't matter!
  14. posted twice, maybe a mod can delete this?
  15. The person above me is an artificial intelligence that was once a scientist that accidentally knocked some Ginger Ale into a computer that controlled the intelligence, which caused it become self aware and absorb her soul to take over the world. Or so I've heard.
  16. Brutus

    Wet Auto Shop Visit

    Thanks and good catch. I was wondering if the secondary purpose of her getting back at Ethan was apparent. Dammit I should've added a line about her enjoying revenge. I still have time to edit as I type this but, I'll leave it as is, most that will read it already have at this point.
  17. Wet Auto Shop Visit “Okay man, your total comes to two-ninety-three even. I replaced the seals in the camshaft, and did a tune up, you're all set.” Nate collected his payment from the customer and handed over the keys. Now three years into running his own auto repair shop at the young age of thirty, Nate's One Auto was doing good business, as he had slowly built a reputation for quality work on all makes and models of cars. Soon after the previous customer left, his next on schedule arrived in a black 2017 Audi A6, for an inspection and tire rotation. The customer, Ethan, was one of Nate's earliest, often bringing his old Jeep Cherokee in. The men had become friendly acquaintances, updating each other on their lives whenever Ethan stopped in. After a few minutes of chatting, he took his six-year-old son, Randy from the rear seat and left with a buddy. Nate took his time admiring the beautiful vehicle, enjoying its commanding appearance before pulling it into his shop to begin the inspection. An hour later, Nate was nearing the completion of his work on the car when his girlfriend Shannon arrived for a visit, as she often did toward the end of his day. Walking in, the twenty-four-year-old, slim-figured brunette had on tiny denim shorts, a white tank top and flip flops, catching Nate's attention as usual. Sipping an iced tea from the local corner store and admiring the car herself, she uttered, “Oooh, damn babe, you look sexy in that, who's is it, anyway?” Nate replied, “You remember Ethan, right? Used to drive the red jeep? I think you saw him in here once or twice. Dude went out and bought this thing.” "Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember that guy, he was staring at my tits like really hard one time. His girl was mad as shit when she caught him peeking! Like hey, it's not my fault I'm hotter than your fat ass, honey. That's your problem." “Ha, well, can you blame him for takin a peek? They're pretty awesome." “Hmm, yeah I guess you're right, they are pretty fuckin awesome! You almost done? Hurry up." “I'm just checking the tire pressure sensor, it's a little off. Why, what's up?" “Well...it's Friday. It's after four. I've had a long day and...these tight shorts have a way of touching a girl in a certain type of way when there's nothing underneath, know what I mean? I was hoping we could go home and help me get them off and who knows what else." “Ha! Damn, I...babe, I have to finish this right now. Just give me like fifteen minutes to double check everything and type up a service report. He should be here soon to pick it up. Then we can get you taken care of, I promise!" Rolling her eyes in Irritation at not getting her way as she was used to, Shannon ignored Nate's request and walked over to the car, bending over to show her generous cleavage to him while pretending to just be looking at the car's interior. He smiled, seeing her nipples as they showed through the tank top, unable to resist feeling aroused by her tasteful figure. Taking the last sip of her tea, Shannon puckered her lips around the straw in a sexual tease and sucked deeply, causing the distinct sound of bubbles rushing through it. Nate started to get an erection. He continued smiling and told her, "I know what you're doing, shoving those things in my face." She walked over to the garage door and pushed the button to close it, then placed the "Back in 20'' sign on the front door, and locked it. Nate watched as she made her way back over, opened the door and climbed atop his lap, saying to him, “And you know that I always get what I want." He couldn't resist feeling the curves of her warm body and smooth skin. As they locked lips for a steamy kiss, he took hold of her ample backside, squeezing firmly and enjoying the soft sound of her aroused moans. Throwing caution to the wind, Nate slid the seat back for more room and unzipped his pants. Enthusiastic as usual, Shannon crawled down to begin pleasuring him orally, nearly causing him to ejaculate at the first lick. Fully into the naughty sexual deed that she led him to, he was taken aback by her sudden pause and asked what was wrong. In a playful voice still, she replied, "I gotta piss." Barely able to put words together amid his arousal, he suggested that she hold it for a few minutes until they were finished. Looking around with a smirk and biting her lip, she leaned toward him and whispered, "Fuck that." After batting her eyes at him, she moved from his lap toward the center console and began unzipping her shorts. Nate sat speechless, and further turned on at the thought of seeing her do what it seemed she was doing. He looked on as Shannon kicked her flip flops off and slid out of her shorts, revealing no underwear and a bare pink pussy, swollen from arousal. She straddled her feet between both front seats, aiming herself directly at the rear seat. In an instant, a laser-focused stream, slightly yellow in color, squirted from her urethra with wicked pressure, striking hard and loud against the leather upholstery of the seat, pooling at he bottom of it. In the isolated, quiet confines of the car, Nate could hear perfectly as the gushing stream hissed while squirting from the tight folds of her feminine anatomy, and could see that some of her pee was also dripping down directly below her ass onto the center console controls. In a sexual sigh of relief, she slowly uttered, "Babe, this feels so gooood!" Noticing that Ethan's son left his backpack laying in the corner of the seat, Nate saw that it was also being soaked under her torrent. Shannon noticed the look of shock on his face and responded by keeping her body aimed at it longer. The blue fabric of the backpack darkened and flattened under the stream, with foam gathering on the surface. Seeing her display such a degree of depravity made Nate feel hesitant about still being aroused, but his desperate desire was too strong for her questionable morality to matter. His hunger for her was now at a boiling point. She continued peeing, swaying her hips to each side, and covering the entire surface of the seat. Pulling her labia upward, she then sprayed the rear dash and window as the stream reduced to a light trickle before stopping. With her deplorable act finished, Nate turned her around on the passenger seat, pressed her legs open, and buried his mouth in her pee-soaked pussy in one swift, assertive movement. He licked every stray drop from her labia, the inside of her thighs and anus, never having tasted her pee before. Shannon was on the edge of climax in short time, as his eager tongue ravaged her excited clitoris. With both feet locking into a tight curl while resting upon his back, she screamed out in pleasure, and jerked around in the seat from a near-blackout orgasm. Nate then pulled her up so she could take the cowgirl position. Shannon, still tingling with pleasure, immediately began riding him hard and aggressive, making the cars high-tech suspension add to the motion of their bodies bouncing in the driver seat. Leaning forward for longer thrusts, she enjoyed the feeling of her ass grinding against the steering wheel, arching her back deeper to increase stimulation from it. The smell of piss now saturated the interior of the car, as the windows grew foggy amid the steamy sex. A few minutes later, Nate came inside of Shannon. As usual, she continued riding, enjoying the power of overstimulating him at his most vulnerable moment, speeding up and grinding harder until he finished. After a brief reprieve, he felt shame at allowing such a vile act to take place in the car, despite also feeling that he would like to do it again. Following the intense, spine-tingling encounter, Nate and Shannon put their clothes back on and quickly wiped the car down with scented wipes to soak up the urine and hide the smell. Just a few minutes later, Ethan returned to pickup his car. Shannon greeted him cheerfully and even asked how he was doing. After a quick chat, he paid and took off. Nate looked at Shannon with a nervous smile. She replied while laughing, "What, you're still worried? Fuck him. Let's go home. I need a shower."
  18. Brutus

    Messy Mary

    Thank you sir, I appreciate that. I am actually wrapping up my latest right now and will have it up soon. Thanks for reading!
  19. Brutus

    Messy Mary

    Messy Mary At Rills and Turner law firm, Bret was two months into his job as one of the cleaning staff. Long-ago divorced, middle-aged, weathered from life and having an admiration of women peeing, he especially enjoyed tending to the women's restrooms on the first and second floors. He would often service them during the busiest hours of the day, which allowed for an excuse to be in or around the women's and listen as they relieved themselves. Even when not inside one, the vents at the bottom of the restrooms' doors combined with the usual quietness of the halls allowed for easy listening. He took his time mopping the floor close by multiple times each day, knowing that his bad knee, which caused constant pain, a noticeable limp and slower work pace, wouldn't draw concern. Each woman he heard was music to his ears, from gentle trickles to power streams, from five seconds to over a minute. His favorite was Sherry, the petite receptionist at the front desk, despite her close resemblance to his ex-wife. Not once had Bret heard a gentle trickle from her, but instead strong and loud each time he caught her heading in. Now, he found himself presented with a unique opportunity. Mark, the janitor that usually worked on the top floor, took a two week leave to rest a sprained wrist. Bret volunteered to cover his evening hours, not just for the extra pay that would ease the strain of his alimony payments, but also for a chance to hear any of the ladies on that floor that may be working late, should they visit the restroom. On Tuesday, the first day of covering for Mark, Bret made his way to the sixth floor for the evening. He soon realized after arriving that he wouldn't be hearing any women in the restroom, as everyone had already gone home, save for a few guys. Upon entering one of the three stall women's restrooms with zero expectations, he was intrigued to find in the third stall, a huge mess. The toilet seat was covered with yellow splashes. On the floor behind the toilet was a puddle that trailed into the next stall, still wet as it must have been a recent accident. The stink of urine lingered. Bret was now curious as to what woman or women were careless enough to have left without at least wiping the seat. Still, he was excited by the visual and incredible disregard, being that only successful, high-class business women worked in the building. He knew from years of being a janitor, that even women of high social status are often primitive in their restroom behavior. The next day, Mary, one of the firms attorneys, known for her aggressive style in court, went to see her Ob/Gyn about an embarrassing issue. When asked by Doctor Miller what concerned her, she replied, “Well, ever since I had my baby three years ago, my pee has been...really crazy? Basically it just goes everywhere and I can't pee without making a mess. I mean, when I'm home, I sit and it's usually not an issue except for when sometimes it goes under the seat down to the floor. But I hover in public restrooms and when I go, it's just awful, sometimes it splits into 3 streams. It gets all over me and the seat gets completely soaked. It even gets on the floor. And I've always had a big bladder, so it's a lot. I don't want a coworker to see me come out, go in after and know that I'm one of those bitches that leaves piss on the seat. I'm so tired of wiping down my legs, butt, pants and shoes all the time. It's just too much work to clean the seat off every time too, you know? Hold on a sec, this could be my client calling,........no it's just my husband...Um, so is there anything you can do? I'm only thirty-four, this seems like an older woman issue, no offense.” Doctor Miller chuckled and said, “Oh honey, I know exactly what you're talking about. I get a lot of women in here complaining about the same thing, you wouldn't believe it. It's been happening to me ever since menopause a few years ago. If you're serious about correcting it, I can do a labiaplasty procedure to tighten and reshape everything. This will clear the way for your stream to make a clean exit. Just let me have a look at what you've got down there and see what I can do.” After pulling her pants down and moving her thong to the side, Dr. Miller confirmed that Mary's long inner labia were the culprit, as she pulled on them gently to see how far they stretched. “Oh yeah, your lips are kind of loose here. So when your pee comes out, these get in the way and cause your pee to go everywhere, just like putting your finger over a hose. I can fix that for you.” Mary decided that she would consider undergoing the procedure in a few months, after the case she was wrapped up in was settled. Thursday evening, Bret arrived on the top floor a few minutes after five o'clock. He hadn't found any toilet disasters on Wednesday due to Mary having taken the day off. Still holding onto hope that his mysterious pee bandit would have stricken again, he went straight to the women's and once again, found nothing exciting, as Mary hadn't used the restroom, instead having used the one at the restaurant she visited for lunch earlier that day. Disappointed, he accepted that whoever made the mess two days prior would probably never do so again, at least not before his two week assignment to cover for Mark was over. Nearly eight o'clock, Bret was late, still making his way around the offices and desks collecting additional trash, the result of a celebration from a case having been won. Pain kindly reminded him that his knee didn't appreciate such late hours. To his surprise, walking out of the office of Greg, CEO of the company was Mary, straightening her hair and collar. He had seen her come and go from the building on occasion and knew she was an attorney but not much else, other than how hot she was, and how fast she drove her Mercedes, having quite a heavy foot when pulling up in the morning and leaving after work. Mary didn't even notice him, as she immediately looked at her phone to text while power walking across the floor toward the hall. Already taken by surprise to have seen her emerge from the closed door of the CEO's office, he received another pleasant surprise when she headed straight for the restroom. With a sudden opportunity to listen to what he might hear, Bret walked toward the women's and positioned himself outside right after she went in. He heard the loud clanking of her heels walking to the stall, the door closing, and then was treated to the beautiful sound of her heavy stream cutting into the water at high pressure. It echoed and screamed through the restroom, leaking from the door vents into the empty, whisper quiet hallway. His heart pounded with excitement over the volume she was producing. After a few seconds, Mary was letting go with full force and the sound became louder and stronger. Bret couldn't recall the last time he heard any woman pee that hard. Several more seconds passed and then he heard nothing. His urgent curiosity couldn't tolerate not hearing what she was doing, and in what was his boldest move ever, he threw caution to the wind and nudged the door open, sticking his head inside the restroom. He was now able to hear a high pitched noise that was the sound of Mary's pee hitting the toilet porcelain with tremendous pressure. He could also make out the slight sound of a hiss, astonished that she was still peeing at all given how hard it was flowing. Her stream then returned to landing in the water, finally weakening. The joy of hearing her was enough that for that brief moment, the constant pain in his knee was gone. With nearly a full minute passed, the pee stopped and then a few more high pressure squirts rushed out. She exhaled audibly, exerting herself through the final pushes. Now done, Mary sighed in relief with a long-winded breath and looked behind her, seeing her latest mess, and resting assure that she would leave it. Quietly stepping back outside, Bret heard the rattle of the toilet tissue dispenser, and then a flush, followed by the clanking of her heels walking out of the stall toward the door. This time, she saw Bret in the hall, as he pretended very convincingly to be absorbed in mopping the floor, with earbuds in place. Thinking nothing of him as a janitor, she headed toward the elevator to leave. He then looked up briefly and saw on her face a subtle look of concern that revealed her discomfort. Her facade of secrecy was shattered in an instant. Before the door slid open, her phone rang, to which she answered, “Hey. I had to work late again, I'm leaving now.” After the elevator went down, Bret walked to a window at the end of the office and peaked out. Mary came walking across the lot down below, heading to her car. Upon getting in and starting it, she lowered the window to dump her ashtray full of cigarette butts on the ground. Then as usual, she put the car in gear and gunned it, the engine revving loud as she sped across the lot, merging onto the highway and disappearing into the night. Now having the restrooms to himself, Bret made his way back across the office area, to the women's room. Excitement peaked again at what he might find in Mary's stall, wondering if she was his mysterious pee bandit from Tuesday. As he entered, the sweet smell of her perfume was still in the air. Bret made his way inside the stall and saw what he hoped to see, what he thought he would never see again, or ever know who did it. The toilet seat was doused in a heavy layer of yellow splashes, with a few drips still falling from the outer edge of the seat to the floor, more so toward the back of it. The rear structure extending from underneath the seat attached to the wall was also covered in her pee. Bret stood in awe of what Mary did, slowly surveying the magnificent disaster left behind. Continuing to study the area, he saw that her pee also splashed against the back wall itself a few inches above the toilet. A small cluster of visible drips rested upon it that trailed downward, staining the spaces between the tiles. Looking at the floor, the reflection of the overhead light drew attention to the puddle created from some of her stream having completely missed the toilet. Mary's puddle ran across the floor, again into the next stall. Closer inspection revealed that she also managed to spray the feminine waste container next to the toilet, as a few stray drips rested on the lid and side of it. Seeing her piss sprayed everywhere in such careless fashion, Bret felt an increasing sexual attraction the longer he looked. He now knew that despite her elegant appearance and high rank in the firm, she was quite self-serving with no remorse over her behaviors. He wondered if the concerned look on her face at the elevator was due to suddenly realizing she may have been seen with Greg, or because she made an unforgivable mess of the toilet and intentionally left it. She certainly never expected a janitor to be in the building so late to connect her to either one. Before beginning the process of mopping up the large puddle, Bret took his phone out for a few photos of the toilet. Returning a few minutes later with the mop bucket, he cleaned the floor in both stalls, eventually making his way to the messy toilet. He paused before wiping Mary's piss from the seat and began entertaining an idea he never had in the past. Bret stood pondering for a minute, what her pee would taste like. On one hand, it seemed gross to even consider, while on the other hand, tasting her bodily fluids seemed like a harmless form of mild intimacy, along with having the satisfaction of having tasted a woman's piss for the first time. Pushing through strong nervousness, he decided to act on his curiosity, slowly kneeling down, careful to accommodate his knee while leaning in closer to the toilet. Mary's golden drips of pee were easily visible as they laid resting on the white seat. Still nervous and hesitant, Bret stuck his tongue out and made contact with the cold wet surface. Tasting her salty pee in his mouth was strangely arousing in a way he didn't anticipate. The potency of it fired up his taste buds to the point of making his face tingle. He remembered her sexy, smooth-skinned legs and round ass in a tight black skirt walking toward the elevator just some ten minutes prior. The taste and visual of her body triggered Bret to give in to the intense arousal and slide his tongue all the way around the toilet seat, licking every drip Mary left behind. Smiling in the excitement, he whispered to himself, “Damn I'm a sick fuck!” After licking the seat, he finished wiping it off with a disinfectant wipe, as the strong aroma of her pee coated his mouth. As he came out of the restroom, Greg was heading for the elevator and both men nodded a goodnight to each other. The next morning, Bret was walking down the hall of the first floor with his cleaning cart, as Mary made her way into the building to head for the top floor. Seeing him, she again held eye contact for just a moment longer than normal, enough to convey her unease as to what he may know. She quickly looked away and continued walking as they passed each other. Bret simply said, “Good morning.” Annoyed at having been spoken to by a limping janitor, Mary reluctantly replied the same, without looking back. Bret then smiled to himself and continued onward.
  20. I want to share a fun little story from my teen years. This was 2002 and I was 14. So we had just signed up for Satellite cable TV service, which of course required a lengthy install. I was expecting the guy that came the day before and mapped out how it would be done, but a woman showed up the next day instead. She looked mid to late 30's, about 5'7, pretty face and long blonde hair. Kind of tough looking, like she had done physical labor a lot. It was a hot, rainy summer day so she had on shorts that were mid thigh length and a hooded rain coat. Not tiny shorts like young girls wear these days but still short enough that her thick muscular legs were on display. She also had on a pair of construction boots. I found her to be extremely sexy at first glance. She spent hours working on the install, drilling and running wires from the outside of the house and positioning the satellite dish on the roof. She worked up such a sweat that my mom offered her a bottle of water. I was peaking at her through a hallway window while she was on the roof and saw her drink the whole bottle at once. I had never seen a woman do that before and found it arousing because it was a bit intimidating. Eventually she came back in the house to start wiring up the box receivers in each room, of which we had 4. When she got to my room, I remember sitting there playing Parasite Eve 2. (great game btw) At that point, she was soaked in sweat and the smell of it was very potent. Similar to seeing her drink the water, I had never smelled such a strong aroma on a woman before. It wasn't nauseating, but was a very pleasant musky "stink", a strong sweaty feminine body odor that was driving me wild. I was focused on inhaling deeper because I loved it so much. I figured I should leave so she could work without being that close to a customer and as I started to get up, she said "No hun, don't mind me, your fine." I was happy to remain right there and watch her. She moved a big drawer to get to the wall and drill for the wire from outside. This drawer was heavy and was always difficult for me to move but she had so much natural strength that it was nothing to her, and her power was very arousing to me. At one point I asked how long she had been doing this, and she said cable installs and street line repairs for 12 years. After moving the drawer, she took her rain jacket off, which allowed me to get a perfect look at her ass, while she was knelt down some 5 feet from me, drilling. I just stared at her the whole time, enjoying the visual and her smell. Eventually she snaked the wire through and then turned around to run it to the receiver. At that point she was in a squat position, facing me and I was able to see a beefy camel toe bulging in one side of her shorts for a brief moment before she stood up to walk toward my TV. She had to be careful to prevent sweat from her forehead from dripping on to the receiver and wiped her arm across her head. Her shirt was damp at the underarms. As she was leaning over my TV screwing the wires in, I noticed her large calf muscles contracting. After it was hooked up, she sat down next to me on my bed to show me how to use the remote and navigate the menus for channels. I couldn't follow what she was saying of course, being that close to her, her aroma was even stronger, and I felt her body heat radiating into me. I just nodded in agreement and acted like I understood her. Another interesting thing I noticed was how thick and tough her hands were when she held the remote. They weren't long man-like fingers but they were thicker, more veiny and more rugged looking than mine, especially her thumbs. Again this was from doing hard physical work for so many years. Being that close I could also smell her breath, which was understandably a bit funky from her hours of exertion. But like her body odor, it wasn't gross, just strong. When she finished her explanation, she smiled, said goodbye and just like that left my room, down to the first floor getting my mom to sign some forms. I sat there holding the remote, looking at the ass print on my mattress where she was seated. I smelled it and it too had her aroma. Soon after, she went out to her van and was gone forever. She had given me the most intense arousal yet at that point in my life. She just captivated me. I was addicted to everything about her and after the thrill of having a grown woman in my room, a sadness and loneliness set in. I missed her presence, energy, face, body and smell and just wanted her back. That was the first time I had ever urged for someone's presence to return and end that feeling of emptiness. I didn't want to disturb anything she had touched, from the way she left my receiver turned to the side or the print from her body on my bed. It was weird. I imagined just ripping her clothes off and shoving my tongue in every orifice she had. I wanted to feel her body on me like an addict needs their drug. She could've gotten me to do any sexual thing she wanted. It took months to get over her and move on but that woman was my first glimpse of just how powerful and wonderful physical closeness can be between two people, even though I was just a kid to her, and I didn't know a thing about her, not even her name. Much of my sexual artwork that I kept hidden under my bed at the time involved recreating her in all kinds of scenarios. I didn't expect to write this much but the memory came back so vivid and took me on a journey. Thank you, mysterious cable install lady, I'll always love you... Thanks to all for reading and I would like to hear from you about that first special member of the opposite sex that changed you in a major way as a sexual being.
  21. Brutus

    Life,and the Universe in general.

    @fannywatcherOkay, this was an interesting question that actually made me do research. I'm no geneticist but, here is what I uncovered. 1) There is a general consensus among most scientists that the reason for different blood types is mostly a mystery. Some speculate that it's a reaction to diseases. Certain blood types are more resistant to some diseases than others. There is a correlation with ethnicity and blood type as well, with certain ethnicities more likely to have a given blood. 2) With regard to sperm and ova, the reason that people with differing blood types can still reproduce is because the antigens that cause a blood type to be attacked by the immune system of someone with different blood are only present on red blood cells and not sperm. Therefore, an immune response usually does not occur. 3) As far as what type of blood a person produces, there are many possible combinations that can be passed to a child. For example, a man with A or B can still carry a recessive O that may get mixed with the mothers recessive O blood and create an O type baby. 4) Our blood group is determined soon after fertilization, which is why doctors offer a blood test to women to determine blood type and whether she will need medication to stop her immune system from attacking the baby's blood. Otherwise her body will kill the baby or it will be anemic and born with defects. 5) To your question about it being passed on genetically, there are too many variations possible to simply say that dad is AB, therefore, he will pass AB blood. Nature decides this randomly, as he could also pass A itself, B itself or the O, since A and B are equally dominant but O is recessive among both. You should read up on it, I found it very interesting. Thank you for the question.
  22. Brutus

    Why do you like to see peeing?

    Lol, probably not, I'm afraid.
  23. Brutus

    Why do you like to see peeing?

    A lot of women enjoy being naughty. I believe it's because ever since childhood, society trains them to be proper and pure. Their naughtiness is a manifestation of the rebellion against the expected behavior. You can look around and see many women, especially younger ones, wearing very revealing clothing that borders on slutty, showing what they know is a bangin body just for the thrill of being bad. It's no coincidence that the vast majority of women' s apparel is form fitting to accentuate curves and tap into their subconscious urge to be a little naughty. Manufacturers do extensive research to know what sells. I don't think it's a stretch to say that women have a tendency to be rebellious, especially against parents telling them "stay away from that boy" or "don't you dare wear that to school." Peeing where they are not supposed to could be one of the many ways their rebellion makes itself apparent. Another reason that I've often thought as to why women might deliberately spray a toilet stall is internalized anger at feeling oppressed as women. A convenient and anonymous way of giving a big middle finger to society, especially since most people that have the job of cleaning restrooms are men. I imagine some women get satisfaction from making a man, whom they view as part of the oppressive group, have to clean their piss. What percentage of the female population is rebellious through toilet naughtiness is hard to tell, but I suspect it's more than society assumes, yet still less than us pee fetishists would like. Say 10 to 15 percent, maybe.
  24. Brutus

    Clubs you'd like to see...

    Naughty would simply be peeing where one is not supposed to. Dressing rooms, floors, sinks, all over hotel rooms, on store merchandise are some of the more popular ways of peeing naughty. But basically, it's in or on anything that is socially forbidden.
  25. Brutus

    Where should I pee?

    Maybe. I saw a video of a woman peeing on her flowers, claiming that it's good for them. On the other hand, there is an old thread here about the naughtiest things done with pee, and I remember reading a member's post about a friend in college that secretly peed on her roommate's home grown herbs that she used in her food. The herbs kept dying and the clueless girl kept replanting them for a while until she finally gave up, never knowing that they died because her bitch of a roommate was taking a piss in them every day. I don't know what plants' pee tolerance is, so I was hoping Sophie would do some science for us!