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21 minutes ago, spywareonya said:

It's a long story and I ave up my usual attitude of quoting every portion I want to discuss

 

 

But indeed I am overwhelmed by:

 

It quite sums up her character

And it moved deep emotions in me

 

Yep, originally this was called Vicious Jivanna but since she is a bit unhinged, and refers to herself in third person and self describes as sweet, I went with that for irony.

Might seem long but it's my usual 4 pages in my word processing app. I make sure to not go too far over that.

@spywareonyaLol damn that's the funniest reply ever.

You rarely say that little!

But thank you.

A Glass of Sweet Jivanna

She seemed so nice and genuine during the interview. It certainly didn't hurt that she was just so damn sexy. What a stunning blonde beauty of forty-two years, appearing not a day past thirty-two, with looks that any man would melt over, looks that any woman would envy over. From the moment Marcel was escorted to her office and felt her firm handshake and piercing presence, his eyes fell victim to her five foot, eight inch frame. Her cute angelic face had sexy full lips and hypnotic hazel eyes. The tight knee-length, navy blue skirt curved her shape into a perfect hourglass, embellished by a backside so plump and round that it shook with each step and seemed to beg for admiration. Her long, buttery smooth legs were right at home being enhanced by three inch heels. Her upper half was not to be outdone, with a sleeveless white button-down shirt displaying cleavage that perfectly straddled the line between professional and slutty. Complete with a diamond bracelet and earrings, Jivanna seemed to have stepped from the canvas of a passionate artist, created with the finest of brush strokes. Marcel saw a family photo on the bookshelf behind her, showing her in a loving embrace with two early teen boys, one preteen girl and a handsome rugged looking husband with a graying military style haircut and lush beard. “How lucky that guy is to be the one fucking this heap of perfection” he thought to himself as the interview commenced.

Just three weeks into his new job as a marketing analyst at Rossi Global Inc, six months is what Marcel said he'd give himself. Six months to see if things would improve, or if finding another job was best. Maybe he'd even consider legal action. A department specializing in marketing products to female consumers, it was comprised of sixteen women and himself. They were always too busy, when he asked around for training, saying they'd help later. It was the software he needed to learn, product meetings he was left out of, company procedures he needed for researching markets, assistance for how to present findings. None of it came in any useful capacity. An afterthought he was, not so much as invited out to lunch. So many days and weeks spent sitting in his cubicle awaiting training that rarely came, while his colleagues found time to talk of office gossip, shows, the men in their lives, children, family, fashion, vacation plans and the latest project initiatives. Further attempts to ask for help led only to being given brainless paperwork to sign that the others felt was beneath them. Maggie, who'd been hired just a few weeks prior to him, was receiving a warm welcome and thorough training in every corner of the department from more coworkers than she could keep track of. Marcel saw files piling up on his desk, a problematic computer and clients emailing with inquiries, to which he could provide no satisfactory responses. He could feel down to his bone matter, the beating heart of perceived incompetence from others that had grown around him.

Blood pressure rose as hours passed each day. Stress rose as days passed each week. Resentment rose as weeks passed each month. Asking Jivanna to intervene led to a vacuous promise of improvement that would never materialize. This was no place to work. He was not welcome. His mental resilience was tired. While working late one night in another attempt to self train, he'd overheard two colleagues unaware of his presence, talking about how he shouldn't be there and that he was creepy, that he was weird, that he was lazy and hadn't done anything. Suspicions of not being welcome were confirmed. His quiet demeanor along with short stature, slightly hunched posture and less than appealing looks was usually off-putting to women. A hostile work environment it was indeed. He knew things wouldn't improve. It was time to go. By six months, Marcel had already spent the previous two months job searching and finally landed a new one. On the first Monday of his final two weeks, he submitted his notice to Human Resources. That afternoon, after much consideration, he met with a representative of the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission and filed a complaint. Toward the end of the day, Jivanna was notified of his two-week notice. She found it a bit surprising to not be upset about it, feeling a strange indifference that had grown toward him within herself.

In the late afternoon that Thursday, she was called by Martin, CEO of the company, whom she was being groomed to replace upon his retirement in a few years. Upon entering his office however, Martin was stern with his tone, clearly angered. “So, I just got a charge of discrimination from the EEOC. It's from your new new guy, Marcel, that son of a bitch! I've contacted one of our attorneys to see about mediation. If this goes to court...our insurance may not cover everything this time...and we might have to make hard decisions, department wide decisions. Ahhh...I can't deal with this shit right now, but I wanted you to know first. Keep this quiet for now. I'm going home. We'll talk more in the morning.” That night Jivanna laid in bed with her head rested on her husband's chest after a sweaty round of sex. Before falling asleep she said to him, “Paul, I need you to call Greg in the morning. Got a problem at work I have to handle.”

Around four o'clock the next day, Marcel saw Jivanna in the hall on his way to the restroom. Her shapely legs where on display as usual, this day by a rather short black skirt with matching four inch open heels, while a light blue buttoned shirt hugged her torso tightly enough to leave little of her natural d cup endowment to imagination. At the instant they passed each other and briefly made eye-contact, he noticed that her gaze had a different energy than usual, as she headed to her office with coffee in hand. He figured she'd been notified of the charge. An hour later just a few minutes before five, he was preparing to leave like everyone else for the day when he received a call from her. “Hey, can you come see me for a moment before you go? I have some discharge papers for you.” Marcel turned his computer off and nervously walked over to her office, just across the small department a few paces away. He entered and Jivanna instructed him to close the door. As he took a seat directly across from her, she sat speaking on the phone to her youngest child, “I'll be there soon, honey, I just have to take care of one more thing at work.” Marcel worked hard to not look directly at her sizable cleavage, now quite visible as a result of her having released a few buttons since he last saw her. With the call ended she said to him, “Kids, gotta love em. Me and Paul made some awesome kids! They're the best at everything they do. Nothing like having two parents with superior genes.That was Hanna, she's an honor roll student and has a softball game tonight, which I'm gonna be late to, because of you.”

She stood and stepped over to her shoes beside her desk, sliding both feet back into them and tying her long hair into a ponytail. Walking around to the front of the desk, she leaned her backside on the edge, barely beyond a foot from Marcel. The preface of her odd demeanor was enough to put him at slight unease.

“You know Marcel, there are two kinds of people in this world. Those who think they can do what they want, and those who know they can. I've worked here for twelve years, and made it to Director of the department. I'm on my way to CEO once that old fuck Martin finally retires or kills over. You on the other hand, made mistakes here lately. Your mistake was making a legal move that could threaten my position here, taking my kindness for weakness, and underestimating the connections I have outside of this company. Your mistake was assuming I allow people to even get close to fucking me over in any way.” Marcel sat with growing concern at her shocking words. He collected himself and with a nervous chuckle, reminded her that retaliation against his discrimination charge was illegal. She walked over to her door and locked it, replying, “Retaliation? Pfft. Look at that black Toyota outside right there. When I raise my fist, watch the headlights flicker. See that? I'll do it again. See? The gentlemen in that car are under my orders to make sure you don't make it home unless I call and tell them to let you. So, Marcel doesn't leave until Jivanna is done adjusting his attitude. I don't retaliate, I eliminate.” Now with a fearful racing heart, he sat speechless. She slowly walked back over to close the blinds, then turned her head toward him. “YOUR MISTAKE, was failure to see that I'm a great white shark and you're...an exhausted little man bleeding in deep blue seas.”

“Whoa, holy shit. Ji...Jivanna, what the...wait...”

Stepping forward and placing her palms on the desk, “Here's what you're gonna do to avoid elimination. You're gonna contact the EEOC first thing in the morning and withdraw your charge. If they ask why, you simply don't care anymore and want to move on. Say you fucking understand me.”

“Ye...Yes I'll withdraw it.”

“Mmm...Marcyyy, you don't sound too sure of yourself. I hear a sprinkle of doubt in your voice.”

“Look, I understand, I'll withdraw it! Shit!”

“There's the enthusiasm I want to hear! And now...”

Jivanna turned back and reached into the bookshelf behind her family photo, then back around facing Marcel, now with a large glass in hand that was filled with yellow fluid. He asked in a cautiously subdued voice what it was. She answered, “Oh, it's my piss. You see, this is how you're gonna make things right for making me late to Hanna's game. I actually started preparing this for you last night. I always try to pee right after sex and so after me and Paul had a good fuck, and I mean a really good fuck, I just pressed an empty water bottle to my pussy and let loose. I added more to it first this morning too! Almost overfilled the damn thing my bladder was so full. And just wait till you smell this, woo it's strong. My morning leak could probably strip paint off walls! Oh and I'm always wet in the morning too so some of my girl juices sorta got in there as well but hey it's just extra flavor! I brought it in and poured it all in a nice glass for you to make it more presentable! Now you can drink it.” With her extended arm holding out the glass, Marcel immediately refused and stood up. “Jivanna, I am NOT drinking your piss!” She replied, “How are your parents? Good? And your brother is good too? Mmm, let's keep it that way, Marcy.”

He stood staring at her with scrambled emotions, then slowly approached. She cheerfully held the glass out once more. He forced his hand to take it. She stood erect with arms crossed. A tense silence stretching several seconds took place as they stared at each other more. The smell of her aged and potent nectar was nauseating as he lifted the glass closer, making him twitch in disgust. Jivanna smiled and uttered, “Drink.” With the glass pressed against his lips he tilted his head back quickly and began downing her rancid bladder fluid. His moans of displeasure were obvious with each gulp. In his rush to get it over with, pee overflowed from the side of his mouth and trailed down his cheeks, soaking his shirt. He stopped for a moment, trying to hold back vomiting. His eyes watered in the intense coughing. Jivanna remained still, the same smile on her face as she enjoyed his plight. He continued coughing and eventually saying, “Ahhhhh. Fuck you.”

Unaffected by his reaction or comment, she sternly answered, “Ooh there's still some left in there. I'll need you to drink it all.”Marcel lifted the glass once more and finished the other half, nearly twelve full ounces of her urine. His stomach spasmed at the hostile substance, sending him running and kneeling on his knees over the trash can, unable to restrain the need to vomit any longer. As he finished and caught his breath, Jivanna slowly walked over, telling him, “Good boy.” The sound of her heels tapping the carpeted floor seemed to be all he could hear. His head hung aimed at the floor as her long and finely pedicured toes, shining of an opaque acrylic finish, appeared in his peripheral vision, then settled in front of him. Still on his knees with his pride visibly broken, Marcel looked up at her, feeling the finest fibers of his every muscle tingling with depressed hatred.

“That look in your eyes right there, that's how I know your attitude's been adjusted now. But Marcy, before I let you go, we have a new problem to address. I just had another coffee an hour ago and now I gotta fuckin PISS again!! Ain't THAT a motherfucking bitch!! Soooo, here's what I'm thinking. You did such a good job drinking my golden beauty already so why should I run all the way to the restroom when you're right here, so eager to please! Just hold the glass right there and let sweet Jivanna give you a refill.” Standing over him less than a foot away, she swayed her hips and seductively lifted her skirt. Underneath was a tiny black thong wedged between her labia, which had swollen and turned from their usual light pink to reddish with arousal. Despite being neatly trimmed, blonde hair of her mound was visibly rested outside of the narrow fabric, which was clearly designed more for kinkiness than practicality. In one quick motion, she slid her left thumb along the string and quickly plucked it out, causing a few drips of her creamy discharge to fling out against her thigh. With the material pulled free and to the side, her beefy outer lips separated, opening like a blooming flower. The inner lips and clitoral hood were exposed, displaying the full nerve-breaking sight of her engorged womanhood. The fragrance she'd applied to the region that morning was nearly snuffed out by the strong dominating feminine aroma that filled the air as her pussy breathed, while she spread her legs into a slightly wider stance.

An instant later, Marcel saw her ass cheeks moving from behind as her sphincter contracted and she let loose into the glass. It split in two and a messy side stream of piss shot out at an angle down her left thigh. “Wooo, shit, it's a messy one, Marcel!” A much harder muscle contraction breathed life into her stream and sent it hammering into the glass. It was strong enough that had Marcel not instinctively tightened his grip, the glass would've surely tipped over in his hands. The force soon overshot it and smashed into his chest, darkening his shirt as it became soaked. Wild splashes bounced up to his chin, to his sealed lips, to his nose, no matter how far he could turn his head. A violent and noisy stream it was, hissing a near-deafening tune of at least five rattlesnakes as Jivanna stood in her demeaning release with an emotionless smile locked on her face. Marcel's partially detached mind fixated on the nuances of her piss as it broke from steady and strengthened into gushing bursts, accompanied by sexual moans as she was nearing the end of a seemingly endless bladder.

He heard Jivanna's “Ahhhh” as her urethra spit another short hard gush into the glass.

“Ooooh” as another was expelled with more force, arching up and hitting his chin.

“Mmmm” as her swollen labia again hindered the strong flow from within, spraying sideways against her thighs, completely missing the glass and Marcel.

One last noisy burst struck his right ear and shoulder, again missing the glass. Jivanna tilted her head back in relief, exhaled with a deep breath and slapped her dripping flesh three times. She looked back down and replaced the thong inside the crease of her labia, sliding it back and forth to let it absorb the drips left behind. After pulling her skirt back down, she wiped her hand on a dry area of Marcel's shirt and stepped out of her shoes, leaving them in front of him. Upon taking a seat, leaning back in the chair, and crossing her legs atop of the desk, she uttered, “Drink” He looked at her in disgust and reluctantly began to sip once more. Already soaked in her piss, he painfully finished downing the six ounces that she managed to get in the glass. She called the men parked outside. “Yeah, we're good. He's trained, you boys can head out. Send Greg my thanks.”

Marcel placed the empty glass on the floor and slowly stood up. Jivanna's final words dealt one last heavy blow. “Since firing you would look bad, I think you just quit. You're not coming in Monday, or any day in your last two weeks, which means you'll be terminated for failure to show up for three consecutive days as per company policy. I'll send your termination letter next week.

Now, get the FUCK outta my office.”

Legalize.

It's the oldest profession in the world, before any functional economy existed. You could say it's the original economic model for societies, a service in exchange for money, barter or another service.

As mentioned, it would protect prostitutes and patrons from criminal charges, and ensure much better safety and eliminate trafficking and pimps. Government is all about taxation, and they would be able to build brothels, and collect tax revenue. It's also none of their business what consenting adults want to do, whether money is involved or not. 

I mean is there really that much difference in buying a hooker for money as opposed to buying a woman a drink at a bar, having some conversation and then she goes home with you for a one night stand? It took longer but in the end, money in the form of a drink, in exchange for sex. Still simply two consenting adults. 

If it were legal, marriage rates would likely plummet as a lot of men, especially ones that can't get laid, would just buy prostitutes worry free. This would hurt the divorce business and put a lot of divorce attorneys out of work so there would be massive pushback from the whole legal profession in addition to religious voting bases. It may also threaten birth rates as a lot of men stay away from dealing with women on a relationship basis altogether. Not sure, just considering outcomes. But overall yeah I say legalize.

Something I think needs mentioned as well is that if you (not anyone in particular) start a topic, don't ghost after people are leaving replies. Reply back by at least typing "thanks I appreciate the input" or something, anything.

Way back in the day, before Spyware arrived, I used to search topics looking specifically for people that started something that had no replies after several days. I would type a response to keep it going and to show that someone gave a shit and then the original poster never revisited, while they were clearly still around and involved in other things. So I said fuck it and stopped, like why even start a topic if you're just going to abandon it? Now, maybe they just didn't want to discuss with me personally, which is fine, but I've seen this ghosting happen to plenty of other members that replied. It seems that their mindset is that since they started the topic, there is no need to stick around. I just don't get that. If I start something, which is rare, I want to jump back in once people say something.

2 hours ago, Alfresco said:

What I have never understood is why women who decide to hover don't have the courtesy to lift the seat up.  That way the seat would always remain clean and those who want to sit can do and those who wish to hover don't mess the seat for the next person.  OK, they still mess the toilet rim and the floor, but it wouldn't be half so bad.   Especially as some hoverers only hover if they find the seat already sprinkled.   If men pee in a toilet rather than a urinal, we nearly always lift the seat.  

Oh man let me tell you, good luck finding a woman that will lift a toilet seat before peeing. Most women can't stand the thought of it ever being up by someone else's doing, so doing it themselves is blasphemous to womanhood in most of their minds. If they won't sit their ass on it, there's no way they'll touch it to lift it.  In public toilets, the mission is usually touch as little as possible.

Confirmed. I used to clean both restrooms at my old job. Men's usually had some piss under the urinal and occasionally a turd too big to flush. 

Now the women's...lol

Puddles of piss on the floor, seat completely covered in it. Used tissue on the floor, used tampons on the floor, blood on the seat, horrendous smell, especially in the summer. Once found a bloody tampon stuck on the wall. Toilets regularly left unflushed with pee and/or poo. On multiple occasions, shit splattered on back of toilet and wall behind it. Toilets backed up every few months because they kept flushing tampons. 

Took three minutes average to clean men's. Ten to clean women's. At my current job full of professional women in an office, the maintenance guy often carries a bottle of urine cleaner. He told me once that it's mostly for the toilets in the women's because they're always messy. 

@spywareonya

I just came across this when I went looking for you because I noticed that you've been absent. Sorry to be so late in replying. I suspect that even if you don't log back in, you are lingering to see what we are saying here. 

As admin said, and as I told you a long time ago when you were going to leave the first time, this forum will likely never be the source of energy you need. I doubt any forum will, really. Most people are here due to a pee fetish and nothing more. A handful of us have come to admire and respond to you to the level that you desire, but you have to understand and accept that most members here will never give you what you want, because unfortunately for you, none of us are on a mission like you are. You are trying to make people get behind something that they just aren't interested in. People are just here to check out some pictures, videos and maybe a few pee related discussions but that's about it and that's how it will always be here.

For those of us who do respond to you enough, even we (assuming you would rank me in that group) don't fully understand your motivations. Try as I might, and I do try hard to understand you, it's difficult to fully grasp because your mind operates so vastly different than ours, almost like you speak a different language. In fact, I remember when you first appeared and began posting, the ways you spoke were quite confusing, and this was the primary source of lack of responses initially. I would read your posts and be utterly lost in confusion. But over time, we were all able to meet in the middle and actually communicate. It was obvious you made effort to speak in a way we could understand, and we all got used to your writing style.

Your conviction and mental strength is admirable, and inspiring. But again, most people here on the forum simply aren't here for the reasons you are. Even if you started getting the attention you want, would you not suspect much of it being just out of obligation, as opposed to genuine? It wouldn't mean anything real because peoples motivations would be out of line with your goals. You're already the top non admin contributor, so overall, you've succeeded in being the most revered, and that's on a relatively low activity forum. That's a bigger feat than I suspect you give credence to.

I've been an outcast my whole life and it's isolating and depressing. I say that to impart to you that in this regard, I certainly understand your desire for more people that get you and stand by your side, as opposed to just not having any interest and being painfully indifferent toward you. My advice to you would be to accept that you must walk alone. It's the path of those that are unique. This is why I suggested to you in the recent discussion about your frustrations over lack of sluttiness, that you find a way to adjust your mind to the reality. While it is possible for one person to change the world, you need to be okay with yourself if you can't, and your perceived failure seems to cause you so much turmoil. Valuable interactions with a few can be deeply transformative, and that's what you have going for yourself here. I've cherished our talks in pm. When I have dark thoughts, sometimes I literally think of you to lift my mood. You've helped me see value in myself that I never would've otherwise. I would throw myself through a wall if I had a woman as uplifting as you waiting on the other side. I don't want you to leave, but if you do, know that you've made a bigger impact than you give yourself credit for.

5 hours ago, Admin said:

I won't have chance to reply to everything (and since we have both already explained our views I doubt it would add much anyway), so I just wanted to focus on this last bit.

I certainly am not disgusted or look down on believers such as yourself, so apologies if that came across - I actually fully understand and respect what you said. I don't think any rational person could have contempt for your view. In fact, our views are notably similar: we both acknowledge there may or may not be a god, and that if there is it's unlikely to be in the typical form (i.e. a man with a beard sat in the clouds watching down). 

I agree the word believe isn't always used completely literally, but you can't really be neutral on what you believe - you either do think something is true, or you don't. We can surely agree it doesn't mean 'maybe it's possible', as otherwise we'd all believe in almost everything. If you believe, you're saying you think there probably is.

The difference is solely that your default position is to believe and say there probably is a god, whereas I am saying based on there being no evidence to support it and enough scientific proof to contradict it, chances are there isn't. I am not ruling anything out either, but after looking at both options, I've come to the conclusion that it's more likely there isn't one. 

It would be arrogant for anyone to definitively claim there 100% is or isn't a god though. And I think this is why both sides can get so fired up. 

But it's not that I am saying 'show me proof', I am just acknowledging that the god debate is one of the few where logical people will decide that proof isn't needed.  Sophie's pink elephant example might seem facetious, but in all seriousness I struggle to see how someone can completely dismiss that, and yet be convinced of god, when the basic principle is the same.

And I do get what you mean about the mocking atheist vibe... but this is because everyone who believes in god is often put in that same category, as often it's the more extreme believers who are the most vocal. Can you really blame atheists for mocking people who dedicate their lives to an old fictional book and believe every single word of it, that god created the world in 7 days etc, and then try to push that on other people? Because as noted earlier, millions do. If all believers had a similar stance to you, I certainly don't think there'd be the same level of conflict between atheists and believers. 

In my experience though, it is normally believers who are trying to convince others of a god, and then atheists will explain why they don't believe. I have never seen anyone on the streets telling people they shouldn't believe. Whereas, your post suggests atheists in this thread have been aggressive towards believers, when it is just people stating their own opinions... if it's regarded as an attack on someone's beliefs/god just to acknowledge the flaws we perceive in the idea, how can there possibly be a debate? 

You say some people seem personally offended by the mere question of God, but from my perspective the case is far more often that people become offended once you point out holes in their argument or say that you are choosing factual evidence over faith. By very definition it's surely more rational to do that. It doesn't mean it's right though, and it certainly doesn't make one side better than the other, it's just a personal choice that everyone is entitled to. I think we will have to agree to disagree, but actually our stances are not that different, and I certainly have respect for you and how you explained your position. But hopefully you can accept mine too. Like you said, if someone doesn't believe, that's cool, but if they do that's cool too. It's a free choice, and this thread is more to just to express opinions than try to convince anyone otherwise. Hope my post didn't come across the wrong way. 

I too think we are more in agreement than disagreement. As you said, there is so much that can go into this debate but it's just too time consuming. I understand that some religious people are very judgemental and I personally never liked that, which is why I made sure not to take a tone of superiority, but just present a different perspective that might offer some understanding. I've also had atheists come at me with serious aggression in the past when I didn't even mention anything, nor want to impose my view. The vocal minority always make the peaceful majority look bad in anything really and I hope to represent one of the peaceful that normally don't speak up. Even though I'm not religious, there are plenty who are, who are peaceful and just live their lives. These discussions always drive a wedge between people and I want cooler heads and intelligent dialogue to take it's place. Some religious people piss me off for reasons you stated but I just detached their rhetoric from belief and went my own way, throwing away what doesn't seem to make sense to me. So yeah, I'm an enigma but this has been a good mental challenge and I appreciate everyone's input. Oh and I didn't mean to imply that you seemed to be mocking or offensive, you were not. I respect your reasoning. Good discussion.

7 minutes ago, likesToLick said:

I find this term offensive.  Just saying.

Apologies.

20 minutes ago, likesToLick said:

Believe me ( 😉 ) there is a need.   Many religious people are constantly trying to jam their ignorant, bigoted opinions down the throats of everyone else.

They have recently passed a law that will impose pointless unnecessary expense on this very forum!

They decapitate people,  they bomb and murder their neighbors,  they murder doctors at family planning clinics,  they ban the provision of medical aid to people who don't agree with their prejudices,  they fight to prevent people having access to contraception,  they impose vile laws on sex workers that expose them to danger, extortion and make their lives a misery, they oppose scientific research,  they oppose life-saving medical procedures and operations.  The list goes on and on.

I personally would like to see a law that states that religious activity is only permitted between consenting adults in private.

I meant on this forum. But yes religion has been used for great evil, but that's because of human nature, religion is just the excuse. They'd just as easily say "science proves those people have low IQ so now we have reason to execute them all from existence." Human beings are capable of great evil, regardless of the reasons we choose to be evil. The censorship and attack on free speech that is sweeping the west right now by way of sjw's, is politically driven. That has nothing to do with religion. In fact, sjw's are usually atheist. Not saying atheists are evil, just using the extreme left to illustrate that human beings are good at finding any reasons for evil. If you took religion away, they'd dream up new reasons by dawn.

11 hours ago, Admin said:

I understand why though, it's a reassuring thought. But honestly I don't think not believing is as bleak as everyone makes out - it makes me want to enjoy life more and live it to its fullest, rather than spending time on religion preying that there's an afterlife that will be better. You don't need god to be a good person. In fact, I believe religion can cause a lot more problems than it solves. Certainly if there is a god, it must be quite sadistic to allow/cause all the injustices of the world. What benefit is there for not stopping babies being born with severe illnesses when they've done nothing wrong? 

Having said all that, I don't mean to offend anyone who does believe, especially as none of us can know for sure. If your belief has a positive impact on your life, I'm all for it. 

I'm just explaining why to me, I follow evidence, not emotions. I 100% accept there could be a god, but belief is not "something that could be true", it's defined as "an acceptance that something exists or is true". 

I think it's good to have these discussions in a friendly way though - it's interesting to see other peoples perspectives. 

I don't think not believing is bleak, but rather a different view that has merit. As far as religion causing more problems than it solves, sure that's possible, and the same could be said of guns, politics and certain economic systems. The problem I see with religion is that they are just speculation at the end of the day, nothing more. Incorrect speculation can coexist with what it speaks of. Just look at politics, everyone has an opinion, and almost none of them are 100% correct. I am not religious and I don't believe it is required to believe in God or anything supernatural. The Bible itself is full of contradictions. As far as allowing injustices that we see, it is valid to question how that fits together and is one reason why my view of God has evolved into something very complex that most religious people wouldn't entertain. Again I am not claiming that he does exist, because I don't know. But say he does for a moment. Our limited understanding of the world, in relation to what God allows to happen, can be akin to how a child cannot understand their parents rules. Now I am not saying that atrocities are in our best interest like parents controlling kids, but my point is just because we can't get our heads around it doesn't disprove existence. A deity that can exist beyond physical bounds certainly may not view human suffering the way we do, same as a parent would not view a tantrum crying child as more than annoying, but the child feels immense discomfort. Again, my point is that unexplainable doesn't mean lack of existence. As you said, sadistic, as is the world in which we live. It makes sense for something sadistic to birth a sadistic creation, i.e. humans. The bible, flawed as it may be, describes God as having created man in his image. So since man is flawed, perhaps God makes mistakes as well. Maybe he feels pain at human suffering. Maybe realization of his own flaws is why he is said to forgive sins. I don't know, I'm just presenting food for thought. There's no rule that gods are free of error. People may impose that onto their ideal of God, but that doesn't mean it's correct.

With regard to your comment about evidence versus emotions, that seems to diminish the value of human emotion. Emotion is as real and valid as blood and presents itself in everyday life in all of us in everything we do, from those we love down to what music we like or hate. But I don't consider my open ended belief to be emotional, but rather pragmatic. That being that anything is possible, especially when considering happenings after death, which is something we have no experience with. That brings my next point. The reason God is such a divisive thing that will never cease debate in us is that as humans, we are burdened with realization of impending death and it's frightening if you think about it long enough. Saying show me proof doesn't really apply here because it is a request to apply a method grounded in our experience of life, to an after death experience, so the request can never be filled. Imagine if there was proof, then what? Imagine how terrified we'd all be, our lives would be nothing but fear of not pissing him off, so lack of proof is better, as it allows us free will while thinking, "maybe, just maybe." Then it's up to you. I don't think believing is a sign of being a dumbass, which is the vibe I feel from atheists more often than not, at least the militant ones.

The word "belief" may be defined as acceptance of truth, but realistically, no one uses the word belief as a synonym for truth or fact. We implicitly understand belief as perception, nothing more. 

So my belief is atypical and remains aware that God may in fact not exist, but that also means that he could be real, and exist in forms that aren't commonly imagined. I just choose to not rule it out and choose to believe by default in higher powers, like creatures that could exist on planets we've never been on. I don't deny science, that's idiotic. I just believe there is room for both without clash. To anyone that doesn't believe, cool. It's obvious that many here are disgusted by believers, so I tried to throw a little butter on this rough bread of a debate and maybe we could all lighten up a bit. Some people seem personally offended by the mere question of God and there's no need.

Relentlessly hot story all the way through, not a word wasted! Loved it.

Very exciting spin on something so widely divisive, but still well known regardless. Fetish meeting horror is such a potent formula for stories. So many directions this can go in!

I believe in higher forces, that may or may not be "God" as we know it. I think it's practical to believe in higher powers than yourself, and foolish to be of the mindset of "there's no proof, so I don't believe." My mindset is:  absence of proof is not proof of absence. So when scientists try their damnedest to argue against God or any super natural unseen forces beyond our tangible perception, I listen to their points but still the fact remains that they, nor anyone can say with 100% absolute certainty that there is nothing beyond. To me that's incredibly arrogant. Until someone dies and comes back to life months later with a report, I don't care about the counter arguments for more than pondering. I am not saying that I know there is a God, but I'm not going to pretend to know the entire scope of the world we see with our eyes is all there is in existence. I operate on the assumption that sure it's possible and may even be likely. Now I don't think it's the stereotypical bearded guy in the clouds, as atheists like to mock. I think of him/it as a life force that could take infinite forms that are far beyond anything human intellect can fathom. 

Some people are so dependent upon scientific facts as their be all end all, but I think faith of any form is important for the human mind. All scientific facts started out as someone's belief and they set out to prove it. But had it not been a belief first, there never would've been a drive to pursue the hypothesis down to a provable fact. So the lack of proof about anything supernatural, deities, could simply be a result of us not YET having been able to prove it, just as current facts were once nothing more than faith in something that seemed provable to someone. It's easy to understand when you think of like this:

"I will pass the math test with 100%." You don't know that to be fact, but you have belief and faith that you will and that drives you to study and make it happen. When thought of like this, everyone can agree that faith itself is not foolish. So I say, that faith in something that hasn't been undoubtedly disproved is not foolish. One last thing that makes me believe in something beyond is human suffering at the hands of people that goes unpunished. If someone gets away with murdering children for example, and lives a full life never caught and brought to justice, I believe that there are forces this person will not escape when they leave here. And those same forces comforted and loved the violated souls of the innocents that met a horrific tragic demise.

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44 minutes ago, spywareonya said:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

I was just making a joke imagining what would have security told you upon catching you on camera!!!

Here:

 

Ohhhh okay! Quotation marks would've saved me all that confusion lol.

@Alfresco Great point, they do have sinks in their office, but I would still think that she would do it anyway just in case a patient were to come in and see her leaving the stall, just to play the part. Like a guy at my job, he doesn't wash if he thinks no one is in there, but will if he knows someone is, just for show. But yes, hopefully she did wash back in her office or at least use sanitizer.

2 hours ago, spywareonya said:

Excuse me sir, did you just ehm check piss-dripping in the ladies?

I'm not sure I understand your question. I didn't go in, but it seems you think that I did?

I may have mistakenly implied that I've done so in the past, by saying "not possible in this case" 

Aside from having to clean them at my old job, I've never been in a women's restroom. No way I'd do that in this day and age where even saying hi to the wrong woman is damn near sexual assault.

Goodness, no way. I'm a fetishist, not a moron!

On 4/26/2019 at 3:55 PM, Navdoc73 said:

I would have waited around till the place was empty and go in to see if she did drip!

Not possible in this case. Cameras in the hall would've seen me walk in.

7 hours ago, Starks2010 said:

I bet she could really chip concrete if she were to piss on the ground. A lot of splatter and long trails of piss running from the puddle she’d leave. Young, strong piss too!  Kind of nasty not washing her hands. She had to touch the stall latch and restroom door. 

Yes that's what I always think about women that don't wash their hands. They seem to think that not touching their privates is all that is needed for the excuse not to wash, but they don't seem to understand that filthy hands covered in pee, shit and pussy residue from countless women that did touch themselves is all over the stall door and main door to the restroom.

@spywareonya

Okay I understand your view of sluttiness better now. It is freedom, pure and simple.

Believe it or not, men do want more than women just whoring it out. Of course your ass will be photographed if you're shaking it atop a table, the environment calls for it, same as photos of the trees and landscape will be called for on a hike through mountains and dense forest. Affection is what men desire from women. Affection and affirmation. Most men define their worth according to female validation. Incels are miserable, not because they want a whore to cum in and throw away, but because they want a woman that cares about his existence. To know that someone is waiting for him to come home. Men who lose their kids and wife in divorce often kill themselves because everything they loved is gone. A woman with whorish ways is great, but it is not what men really want from a woman. Seeing his woman be happy and show love in return is what most men want. 

But regardless of your goals, I just don't want you to have such turmoil over a world you cannot control is all. 

1 hour ago, spywareonya said:

In my mind I cannot figure it out

Was she legitimately pissed off at him exaggerating, or she took offense because she is immature?

I sense like you wrote it between lines but my brain is failing at the moment, this is not the best moment of my life

Well he didn't seem to exaggerate his feelings. He was mad that he had to clean her piss up and voiced his legitimate frustration. He probably didn't think she would hear him saying it but she did. So just the fact that she knew what she did, and then unexpectedly got called out for it in front of her friend, her immaturity led her to lie that she'd done it, and also explode in anger that he had the nerve to say that she did anything wrong. As I said, she is used to getting what she wants from men and escaping accountability, so when he assigned it to her, her childish immature mind couldn't take it. To her, being told something was her fault was akin to assault.