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  1. 12 points
    This is a story set in the 'Kaymala' world -- you should be able to read these in any order, but if interested the first episode (and the introduction of Simon) is here ************************************************ It was a hot Sunday afternoon in Kaymala; the sky was deep blue and the air was balmy. Simon had a short walk from the bus stop to the hostel he would be staying at. It was a pleasant walk through the cobbled streets of Kusti, the capital city. The town was busy with people out to enjoy the sunshine, some shopping, others sat around outside cafes drinking coffees and beers. The air smelled of hot stone, flowers, and urine. The weather gave people an excuse to strip off some clothes, and Kaymalans never passed up such an excuse. Simon couldn't help gawping -- that woman looking into a shop window, seeming not to notice her oh-so-short dress blowing up in the wind to reveal perfectly formed buttocks; or the group of women chatting outside a coffee shop without a stitch on any of them, four pairs of pale breasts glowing in the sunlight. His hostel was not far outside the town centre, on the road that ran along the river front. It was a smallish, cosy-looking place, three storeys with balconies on the top two floors. The reviews had said it was a laid-back kind of place. He went in to a crowded reception room. A group of tourists were just checking out, and the small foyer area was full of people and their suitcases. Simon hung back to wait for them, scanning a row of leaflets that hung on the wall: walking tours, museums, massage parlours, and other days out. A guy came down the stairs and joined Simon in the queue. He was in his early twenties like Simon, a touch taller and more solidly built, with tanned skin. He wore shorts and a tank top. “You're just arriving?” he said. “I haven't seen you here before.” “Just arriving, yeah,” Simon said. “From the UK. I'm Simon.” The other guy shook his hand. “Marco, from Spain. Your first time in Kaymala? How do you like it so far?” “Oh, I think I could quite like it here,” Simon said, glancing through the open door to the street. A couple in their thirties were walking past, both in shorts and nothing else. Marco followed Simon's gaze and laughed. “The girls are pretty, right?” “How about you, how long have you been here?” Marco took a second to reply, as he was concentrating on undoing the drawstring on his shorts. “Yeah, a few weeks so far,” he said. “This time. I come every year though, my cousin works here. Don't mind me, I just need a quick piss.” He turned to piss up one of the wood-panelled walls, grinning at Simon's expression. “You look surprised, it must be your first time here.” “I forgot where I was for a moment,” Simon said. He watched Marco's piss run down the wall and pool on the floor. No-one else in the room was paying Marco the slightest bit of attention. “It's a good country,” Marco said, finishing up and shaking himself off. “And, they love foreigners here. You and I are like gold dust. Round here you could have any cock or pussy you take a fancy to, just tell them where you're from.” The group of tourists finished checking out and moved aside, letting Simon and Marco move up to the counter. The girl behind the counter handed Marco a phone, which had been charging in a socket behind her, then smiled at Simon. She had dark hair, tanned skin the same shade as Marco's, and a piercing through one nostril. She wore a green dress, of the kind that looks like a baggy t-shirt that falls to mid-thigh. “Hi,” she said, “I'm Olivia. You must be Simon, right?” She chatted while she filled in his paperwork. She and Marco were cousins, but she had moved here from Spain several years ago. At one point she asked, “Have you had your check-up?” Simon nodded, and showed her the purple wristband a doctor had given him, with that day's date written on it. She grinned and flashed her own, and ticked something off on the form she was filling in. Once the paperwork was done she handed Simon a key and said, “Come on, I'll show you around.” The ground floor was taken up with a breakfast room and kitchen. Olivia led Simon up a flight of stairs. “This is the main floor. Help yourself to any books you want to read,” she said, indicating a set of bookshelves against one wall. “They've all been left by people. Upstairs from here there are some single and double rooms. There's a couple of toilets up there as well, for when you need a shit, and there's a balcony. Some people up there now, if you want to join them. This room is the showers -- oh, sorry, Ingrid.” Olivia had pushed open the door to another room, an open-plan shower room with half a dozen shower heads around the walls. There was a woman using one of the showers. She smiled at them, all ginger hair and wet boobs. “This is Ingrid,” said Olivia, “she's Kaymalan, from the mountains up north. Ingrid, this is Simon.” Olivia shut the door again, which Simon was slightly disappointed about, and led him across to one of the dorm rooms. “This is where you'll be,” she said. It was a six-bunk room. The floor was wood-panelled and discoloured in places. Every so often around the walls there were discoloured streaks running down from about waist height. “That bed is free,” Olivia said, pointing at one of the bottom bunks. “You're with a good crowd in here, they're all cool people. Best not to leave anything on the floor,” she added, pointing to the cubby hole that was beside each bed. “If you need to piss, just go anywhere. Someone comes around with a mop a few times a day.” “Anywhere at all?” Simon asked. “Sure. Piss the bed if you like. As long as you don't damage anything, I don't give a fuck,” Olivia said. “If you ever need clean sheets there's some in the cupboard. Look, I'm not from around here either, and I know it can seem weird at first, but it's really so much easier, just watch.” She pulled her dress up to waist height and peed standing. It arced forward slightly to land between them, splashing across the floorboards. Simon was entranced by the sight -- both her pissing, which had its own kind of beauty, and her vulva. Olivia caught him watching and smiled. “You like what you see?” she asked, as her pee slowed to a dribble. “The piercing's new. Have a feel if you want to.” Simon reached out to run his fingers along the skin around her slit, still wet with her piss. That piercing did feel interesting. He suddenly felt a spurt of fresh piss hit his hand, and pulled his hand back in surprise. Olivia laughed. “Sorry,” she said, letting her dress fall back into place, “I couldn't resist. I should get back to the desk, I'm sure I'll see you around.” Left alone in the room, Simon adjusted his jeans and started to unpack. He lifted his suitcase up into the cubby hole that Olivia had pointed out, which would keep it off the floor and out of anyone's pee puddles. There was a small shelf at the head of the bed, so Simon arranged a couple of books and other possessions on it, to make the bunk feel more homely. That done, he sank onto the edge of his bed, his hand going to the inside of his jeans. He still had a solid erection. He wondered if he'd have time to jerk off without being interrupted. Just as he was thinking that, the door opened and a naked woman walked in. It was Ingrid, the girl who had been in the shower. She carried a towel over one shoulder, and apart from that there was not a stitch on her. She was probably in her early twenties, short and thin, her skin pale and freckled. Her boobs were compact and pert, with dark, marble-sized nipples. Damp ginger hair hung to her shoulders, and made a neat triangle shape between her legs. “Hi again,” she said. “Simon, right? You just arrived?” “That's right,” Simon said. “Do you have plans for the evening?” she said. “A group of us are hanging around on the balcony upstairs, if you want to join us.” Simon tried to drag his eyes away from her boobs. “Sure,” he said, “sounds good.” She crossed the room to one of the cubby holes and bent over to pick something out of it -- her ass was freckled as well. A moment later she straightened up holding two beers, and handed one to Simon. “Follow me,” she said, heading upstairs. Simon followed, trying to rearrange his trousers to make his hard-on less obvious. She led him up to the top floor and out onto the balcony. As Ingrid had said, there were a few people out here already. Marco was here, as were another guy and a girl, all of them leaning back in deck chairs. Ingrid took one of the vacant deck chairs. “This is Simon, everyone,” she said. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. Simon pulled up a chair for himself as well. The other girl present waved. “This is Camille,” said Marco. “She's only been here a couple of days, but she seems to be settling in well.” “Good to meet you,” Camille said, her accent unmistakeably French. She was wearing a red sundress that clung to her skin, accenting her pair of powerfully-built tits. The dress came down to her thighs, and she sat with her legs spread slightly, so Simon could see a flash of white panties. “And I'm Christopher,” said the other guy, raising a hand in greeting. He wore a pair of loose shorts and no shirt. “Kaymalan, from up in the hills.” “I see you've met Ingrid already,” Marco said. “She's pretty, no? She's a good fuck if you have time. Very nice pussy.” Ingrid raised her middle finger at him without opening her eyes. “She doesn't like being talked about like that,” Camille said. “I'm fine with people talking about my pussy,” Ingrid said. “I just don't like Marco advertising it like it's a tourist attraction.” She leant over to pick up a pack of cigarettes from the table and lit one. “We going out tonight?” she asked. “Will be,” Marco said. To Simon, he added, “A few of us are gonna go hit a couple of bars tonight. You want to join us?” “Maybe not tonight,” said Simon, “bit tired.” “Another night, then,” Marco said. “You have to see the clubs here. Fantastic. Clothes completely optional, and the dancers …” “You have plans while you're here?” Christopher asked Simon. Simon shrugged. “I thought I'd see what there was to do,” he said. “Some of the museums sounded interesting, maybe, and I want to go to the beach at some point.” “The museum of Kaymalan culture is interesting,” Camille said. “Very … interactive.” “The beach isn't far away,” Marco said. “It's good for sunbathing. If you want to surf you have to go a bit further along the coast.” “And there's a massage place down the road that I recommend,” said Christopher, “if you want to see what Kaymalan massages are like.” After a while the conversation tailed off, and the group watched in silence as the sun sank lower in the sky. A pleasantly cool evening breeze was rising. There was no wall around the balcony, just a set of railings that gave them a good view of the street below and the river across the road, while also meaning any passers-by would be able to see right up to where they sat. The view of the river was beautiful, but Simon found it hard to concentrate on it, given how distracting his fellow hostel guests were. On one side of Simon, Ingrid was staring into the distance, drawing on her cigarette. A spot of ash had landed on her right breast, just above the nipple. Her skin was just starting to pimple in the cooling air. On his other side, Camille had put on a pair of headphones and was tapping in time with whatever music it was. With each tap she twisted her shoulders, making her boobs move slightly beneath her tight dress. Without warning, the quiet was broken by the pattering sound of liquid landing on tiles. Simon looked around. For several seconds he couldn't see where it was coming from. Then he noticed rivulets of something running out from beneath the recliner beside his. Leaning back slightly, he could see the source: a stream of urine soaking through the fabric of Camille's chair. The woman was pissing completely nonchalantly, not only through the chair but through her dress and panties as well. Simon could just see the edge of a damp patch spreading through her dress. Apart from that and the sound, he would never have known what she was doing: she continued to tap in time with her music as though nothing was happening. Her companions also showed no reaction. This, apparently, was nothing out of the ordinary. Just as the sun was sinking below the horizon, the door to the balcony swung open and Olivia from the check-in desk appeared, a bottle of beer already in her hands. “Yo,” she said, popping the lid off her bottle. “Christ, I'm happy to be finished for the day. It's been busy all afternoon. You guys look like you've had a productive day.” “As productive as a holiday should be,” said Christopher, raising his bottle. She gave him a chink and laughed. She leant against the railing, pulling the hem of her dress up to her waist with one hand while she took a swig of her beer with the other. She leant forward slightly while she pissed, sending her clear, forceful stream out behind her so that it arced away from the balcony and down to the street below. “God, I needed this,” she said. “I've wanted to piss for an hour, but I couldn't get away from the desk.” “Why didn't you piss behind your desk?” said Marco. Olivia shrugged. “I just don't like to be sitting in my puddle all day.” Her stream petered out as she spoke. She wiggled her bum to shake off the worst of the droplets from her slit, and wiped the rest dry on the back of her hand. “Are we going out tonight?” “Of course,” said Camille. “Is the newbie coming?” Olivia asked, looking at Simon. Perhaps it was the beer Simon had been drinking, or perhaps it was being surrounded by attractive and uninhibited girls, but Simon's earlier tiredness had faded away. He nodded. “What are we hanging around here for then?” Olivia asked. “The sun's set, it's evening. Let's go have some fun.”
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    My boyfriend isn't reacting to the nudes I'm sending. I want attention damn it from any and everyone. If you like what you see and want to spoil me let me know. This little girl is out of diapers and is sad AF!
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    Guy taking a leak in the woods at a festival. Look at the girl watching as she walked past....
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    cannot stop looking at it... her eyes, even more than her awsome body
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    Never seen anything more arousing than this
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    Some pictures of multiple ladies bums awaiting attention
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    I really like waking up and going for a pee in the backyard something about the nice morning air on my willy while peeing is great. Any one else like to pee in the yard in the mornings?
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    Same story here. If i do a naughty piss i usually have to masturbate too.
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    Love the long arching stream as my friend relieves himself
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    Nope. I made it to the shower where I stood outside the stall and peed into the drain standing. Nice long one.
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    Had a fun session yesterday! Did a little dirty talk, received some hot looking pics. Decided to pee and masterbate in the living room! Want to do it again already lol
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    She lives next to me, but our door are really close. When she's not at home I sneak out from my door in our common backyard, squat on her flowers, and piss!!! Nobody sees me if she's not at home! Anyway I managed to have only few of them whitered because they are not into flowerpots, most of them are in the ground and so they can substain piss much more than those into flowerpots she rarely have them into pots, and they were the few that were doomed by my piss don't get me wrong, I am not a cruel person, people here know me quite well, I am a 3000 posts user and many of them where spent describing myself to my friends on this forum I do that because of a little naughty game, you'll find infos about it scattered all over my various posts in this thread as much as in Others, it's that I would like to fuck her since she's terribly hot, but she kept me at large, this is some kind of... Revenge? No... it's more subtle... the most precise thing I could say about it is that "She will cope with my vagina, one way or the other round, either she has my pussy on her face, or she will have my pussy descharge on her flowers" I have already did that in the past, offering a beer I pissed into to a girl that refused my sexual advance the only thing I regret is that by now you know of me only my cruel side, which is the smallest facet of my character, these are things I do only in extremes, it's true that I am quite an unapologetic person for a ton of mixed and complex reasons that you'll discover if reading my stuff, but I am usually never actually cruel on a plain-out stance, nor do I find people who are to be arousing it's just that the dark is a shade of White, and sometimes it's fitting....
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    “See, I wish we could go out like this more! I’ve missed this,“ Izzy said, smiling as she took Clary’s hand. It was late, they had spent a few hours getting food and drinking, finally enjoying a date for the first time in what felt like forever. “I know, I’ve missed this too. Missed getting to spend time with you,“ Clary said honestly, resting her head on Izzy’s shoulder for a moment before they kept walking. They were quite a bit away from their apartment, just enjoying the night air and the fact that there wasn’t as many people around as usual. It was nice. That was, until Clary felt a nagging on her bladder. She should’ve known this would happen, after several glasses of water at dinner before a few alcoholic drinks at the clubs and more water she knew she should’ve went to the bathroom before they started walking. But really, it had been the last thing on her mind. It started to catch up on her all at once, alcohol always made her have to pee more than usual. But she had to hold it, they’d be home eventually. And she hated public restrooms. “It’s a nice night, right?“ Izzy asked, looking around. “I could walk around like this for hours,“ she said, smiling. “Me too,“ Clary said, swallowing thickly. She should just tell Izzy she has to go, hopefully they could find a shop to go in to, but she still felt nervous about talking about these kinds of things with Izzy. Even though she had seen Izzy go a few times, she had no issues with coming into the bathroom while Clary was taking a shower or doing her makeup and using the toilet, even if it made Clary a little embarrassed to see. Though part of her didn’t mind, it was kind of cute. Watching her. Then there was the time Clary peed in the bath with Izzy in there. She had been so embarrassed about losing control, but part of her felt a tingle whenever she thought about it. She had gotten away with it, Izzy never brought it up so she was sure she didn’t know. And that made her want to do it again, in a way. Get so desperate and then get away with peeing where she shouldn’t, just like she had that day. “God, I have to piss,“ Izzy said after a little while, catching Clary a little off guard. “I drank way too much,“ she chuckled. “Let’s find somewhere,“ she said, tugging on Clary’s arm. Clary should’ve known Izzy would be the one to speak up first, Izzy had no shame about this kind of thing. And it made Clary feel a little hot, knowing that Izzy was in the same boat as her. Izzy stopped and pressed her legs together tightly, groaning a little. “I really have to pee,“ she said, obviously a little desperate. Clary couldn’t help but wonder how long Izzy had been holding back, but thinking back to the night Izzy hadn’t used the bathroom once. So she had to be as full as Clary if not more. They wandered around for a few minutes, checking every shop they could. They were all closed. “Fuck it,” Izzy said, turning into an alley. Clary cocked an eyebrow, looking around. “What are you doing?” she asked, confused. “I’m going to pee?“ she said like it was obvious. “But we’re-“ Clary started, her eyes growing wide. Izzy leaned back against the brick wall and started to push up her short dress, hopping a little in place just to keep it all together for a little longer. “I know, but I really have to go,“ she said, squatting down and pushing down her panties in one fluid motion. The second she was down Izzy was pissing, hard, against the ground. She groaned, pushing her dress up more around her waist and completely exposing herself as she continued to go. “Fuck that feels amazing,” she said, finally looking over at Clary who was frozen like a deer in headlights. “Oh don’t look so surprised, you’ve seen me pee before,“ she pointed out, still going. “Yeah but... never like this! Always in the toilet!“ she pointed out, her own desperation growing more watching Izzy get her relief. “Well I couldn’t make it to a toilet, so this is the next best thing,“ she pointed out. “What about you? Do you need to go?“ Izzy asked, her hard stream showing no signs of letting up. “You look like you’re about to burst.“ “I’m fine,“ Clary lied, though she crossed her legs slightly to get a little pressure. She really had to go, and it just kept getting worse and worse. Watching the stream shoot out hard and fast from Izzy was making her own body want to do it too, her bladder nagging and the piss starting to make its way down her urethra. “I can’t believe you can pee in an alley like this.“ “What? Just like you can’t believe you could pee in the tub with me in it?“ she asked, her stream finally weakening. “You know about that?“ Clary asked, flushing red. She groaned when she felt herself leak a little bit, reaching between her legs and pressing up against her crotch. “I’m sorry.“ “Don’t be, I don’t care. But babe, you’re either going to have to go now or you’re going to wet yourself,“ Izzy pointed out, shaking off a little before standing back up and fixing her clothes. “Just go. Plus this is one of the best ways to get over your bladdershyness!“ she chuckled, walking over to her. “No one will see,“ she promised. Clary shook her head but felt her hand get a little wet from where she leaked again and she sighed, walking over to where Izzy just went. She left a huge puddle, Clary was impressed, and she decided it wouldn’t hurt to add to it. “Don’t think less of me for this,” she said, looking over at Izzy. “Come on, I just did the same thing. Just go.“ Clary sighed and bounced for a moment, just trying to make sure she wouldn’t leak again before she was ready. She pushed down her jeans and her panties, leaning back against the wall and squatting. It took a moment, not being as open about these kinds of things as Izzy is made it harder for her to start going. She closed her eyes and after a moment, she heard a soft pitter patter on the ground. She looked down and watched as her stream started to grow stronger, quickly turning into one just as hard and fast as Izzy’s was. She heard the splash of the water from where her stream was adding to Izzy’s and she sighed, finally getting some relief. Part of her loved this, peeing in public. It was so freeing, just going wherever she could. She watched her piss as she went, almost fascinated with it going somewhere other than their bathroom at home. “See, you’re a natural,” Izzy chuckled, watching Clary as she went. Clary peed for almost double the time Izzy did, more full than she was. When she finally finished she stayed there for a few more moments, wanting to make sure she was really done. She pulled up her pants and moved away, her legs a little weak from finally being empty. She looked over at where they went and saw that they all but flooded that area, feeling a little proud. “I kind of want to do something like that again,” she admitted, biting her lip. “Oh honey, there’s so much to show you.”
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    True Love requires good coupling for sure, you cannot activate the extreme "relationship-saving" fringes of your soul unless you really, really LOVE the person you are with YET True Love also requires A LOT of humility. We are programmed by this shit-like society to believe that if somebody does not comply to our points of view, it means we are not on the same wavelenght nothing is more FALSE we are different, and though it is true that Truth is one only and people should look for it rather than trying to impose their own point of view, still we all start from a different spot, all heading toward the core if we exaggerate in defending our very first positions, we could fail to understand that nothing is perfect from the beginning, and that changing our minds from time to time is not only normal, but mandatory and if we are to be malleable (though not slaves obviously) and change our mind, which better chance than to explore our partners? Obviously while he/she does the same...! and forgiveness a relationship that lasted for long enough will surely be plagued by a past of quarrels, and this could doom the cheerfulness and romanticism unless we learn to forgive forgiveness is not weakness (if I discover somebody is using my forgiveness as a shield I actually hunthim down, I'm a fucking Witch, I serve entities that can kill!), it is a strenght it means nothing to be strong, unless your heart remains filled with light
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    Meanwhile. another teaser for my beloved friends!!! Shoot by a female friend during concert! Up here posing Down here, peeing!!! ps 2nd one taken without warning!!! Naughty friend!!!