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    • Both.  Although, with others its more auditory than visual, because I'm a bit of a germaphobe.  I'm complicated.  🤣
    • Part 3 As the sun set on this fateful Sunday in June, Sharon and Tracey found themselves intertwined in a passionate embrace, their lips locked in a deep kiss that seemed to seal their destinies together. Breaking away, breathless and desiring more, Tracey took Sharon's hand and led her away from the bustling bar district towards her apartment. The night was young, and their secret world was about to become even more intriguing. Tracey's apartment was a cosy haven filled with soft lighting and a distinct feminine touch. Sharon felt a tingle of anticipation as she stepped inside, sensing that this would be a night of revelations and hidden pleasures. As they made their way further into the apartment, Sharon's curiosity grew. She noticed something peculiar: not a single sign of a toilet. Her inquisitive mind started to wonder, and a subtle smile formed on her face as she imagined the potential explanations. Tracey, always one for dramatic effect, sauntered into the living room and made her way to the DVD player. She inserted a movie, a romantic lesbian tale that set the mood with soft music and intimate scenes. Sharon snuggled up next to her on the sofa, their legs tangled together as they got comfortable. Drinks were poured, and the movie commenced, drawing them into its world of passion and unspoken desires. As the movie progressed, so too did their need to release the tension building between them. Sharon felt a warmth spreading through her, a sensation that started as a tingle but soon became an urgency. She had been holding it in, and now, influenced by the atmosphere and the liquid courage, she felt the urge to surrender to a different kind of desire. "I need to pee," Sharon whispered, her eyes never leaving the screen, where the actress was experiencing similar sensations. Tracey smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't hold back. We're past pretences here." Sharon's heart raced as she considered the invitation. She squirmed, feeling the warm wetness building, and her eyes flickered to the bathroom door, which remained closed. "You don't have a toilet?" With a playful laugh, Tracey shook her head. "Life's too short for such formalities." Sharon bit her lip, her eyes flitting back to the screen, where the actress was now desperately seeking relief. The movie, it seemed, was providing all the encouragement she needed. She shifted, feeling the warm wetness starting to escape, a sensation that only added to her desire. "Go on," Tracey urged, her hand stroking Sharon's thigh. "Let go." And so, Sharon did. She surrendered to the sensation, letting the warmth escape and soak into the sofa cushions. The feeling was electric, a mix of relief and pleasure that had her biting her lip to stifle a moan. She watched the screen, where the actress now experienced the same release, and felt a connection to the fictional character and her shared experience. As the credits rolled, Sharon felt a sense of liberation. She had just experienced something taboo, and the warmth of her release still lingered on the sofa, a silent testament to her secret pleasure. But Tracey was not done pushing boundaries. She stood, taking Sharon's hand, and led her to the bedroom. The bed was large and inviting, the sheets crisp and clean. Sharon felt a twinge of hesitation as she imagined deliberately peeing in such a sacred space. "Lie down," Tracey instructed, her voice soft but commanding. Sharon did as she was told, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She watched as Tracey reached for a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses. They lay in bed, their legs dangling, and sipped the rich red liquid. "To new experiences," Tracey proposed, clinking her glass against Sharon's. "To experiences that leave a mark," Sharon replied, a daring tone in her voice. They finished their drinks, and then, with a purposeful glance, Tracey pushed her glass aside and rolled over. Sharon's eyes widened as she witnessed a dark patch spreading across the sheets. Tracey was deliberately soaking the mattress, her eyes closed in sensual satisfaction. Sharon's breath quickened as she witnessed the deliberate destruction of something so intimate and personal. It was a bold statement, a declaration of her desire to leave a lasting impression. As the patch expanded, so too did Sharon's longing to join in this act of defiance. Sharon felt the warm, damp sheets against her skin. Without hesitation, she relaxed her body and let go, feeling the warmth spread across the bed, mingling with Tracey's. Their bodies created art, painting the sheets with their shared experience. As the last of their releases soaked into the mattress, they lay together, breathless and content. Sharon felt a deep connection to Tracey, a bond formed through their clandestine encounters and shared secrets. She reached out, tracing patterns on Tracey's arm with her finger, knowing that their relationship was now forever marked by these intimate moments. The night air was cool as it whispered through the open window, drying the sweat and warm pee from their skin. Snuggled together, they talked until the early hours, their conversation flowing as freely as their urges. They had discovered a unique synergy, an understanding that required no words, and their voices became softer as the sky slowly lightened outside. As the sun eventually peaked over the horizon, a new day began, and with it, the promise of continued exploration and the strengthening of their extraordinary bond. But for now, they slept, satisfied and fulfilled, their minds filled with memories of an extraordinary night where their deepest secrets had been laid bare.
    • Also Uk, We seem a little under represented here!
    • Very few things make me want to cum as bad as the feeling you get when standing completely naked in a public bathroom that you have just absolutely covered in piss. Just knowing that some low-wage worker is gonna walk in there and see the mess I made, and have to clean it up makes my cock really hard.
    • Well I feel better knowing everyone else is having same issue. Thought it was only me. Got the network error page. But in now. Happy things seem to be back to normal.
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