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"So..what do we do now?" "You recover." Wendi looked at me like it should be obvious. "You guys are both fast healers. I think it will take about a week." "But we released the demon.." "Yeah, but its weak. Richard viruses are 'attenuated' for vaccines. Scientists put viruses into the cell line of a resistant animals. The viruses reproduces in a weakened form. Those weakened viruses are put into vaccines. Anna would have beaten the virus if the CDC hadn't grabbed her first." Wendy looked at me and sighed. "Richard, relax, go to bed." --------- The demon existed

"Wendi, Anna is frozen in some military lab?" "Jenni's the seer." Wendi took a sip of beer. "Ask her." I could see the points of Jenni's nipples through her shirt. Jenni set down her beer. "You wanna know if Anna's alive?" She unzipped her jeans. "She's dead. But she's one of us." "What are we?" Jenni pulled down her jeans and panties, fully exposing her thick hairy black bush. "People have called us witches…., sorcerer's." She squatted, and a thin stream of pee sprayed forward between her legs onto the carpet. "Sometimes it skips generations. It could have been our great

I skipped my classes and drove north up the valley. I drove a full thirty miles but I didn't see any sign of a military base. The thick evergreen woods made it impossible to see much. I even bought a map, but it didn't show a military base. I searched the satellite pictures on my phone. There were buildings that could have been a lab, but were probably just warehouses. I had cold pizza and beer for dinner, and went to bed early. -------- Anna cuddled up against me in bed. "Richard if I'm dead, than how can you see me? How can Officer Janine see me? How can Wendi, and her whole g

I left the University Police Office feeling anxious. Boy the little encounter with Anna had really gotten Janine worked up. When it came to obscenities Janine could hold her own with the guys I'd worked with in the trades. I had to find Wendi.. The libraries fourth floor was deserted, and there weren't any new puddles. Where could they be? In class? Probably.. I was too keyed up to go to my own. I would just buy the notes. I climbed on my bike and headed for the School of Veterinary Sciences. A police cruiser was parked outside the dormitory. "Janine?!" I called out as I entered. No

NOTE. This story has naughty peeing, and golden showers (female on male). It is not a continuation of the story I started -- called simply "The Piss Club". This story is quite different, but was inspired by that story. THE PISS CLUB (Reimagined) "You're going to love Kendall!" The blonde woman behind the counter smiled to the slim guy in front of me. "There's a lot of engineering majors in the dorm." "Thank you." He took the papers, and left quietly. The blonde woman grinned to the taller older brunette woman behind the counter. "He was so cute!" She looked

The witchy young University librarian unfastened her jeans in front of the cart. I got a breathtaking look at her thick hairy bush, and pussy lips, as she squatted. Her thick stream of pee splashed noisily and spread into a puddle on the carpet, almost touched by her long jet black hair. She curled her tongue at me and smiled. The library's lights grew dim as she stood.

A Korean TV show. It's a series, but it's more like a movie. At the end of the season the "movie" is complete. There usually are not any second or third seasons.

Yes, I am one of those Kdrama lovers. They're just fun! On Netflix I just finished watching "Hometown Cha Cha Cha". I thoroughly enjoyed it. Now I am binge watching "Hello Me". It is my current favorite. What are yours?

At little wetness is hot. I will post again and see if I can get the picture to work.

As a guy I used to like to masterbate when I had a really full bladder. I confess I've never tried it with actual sex. But I've heard of women who were scared that they were going to pee at orgasm (That would not be a turnoff to me!). So does it make masterbation more intense to women too? Have any of you ladies actually peed at orgasm, or did it merely feel like you would? I mean more than the normal 'wetness' -- which is weirdly a huge turn-on.

I both agree, and disagree. I am 56, so I am not that young either. Ultimately my children will find their own paths but I will certainly tell them about my experiences. Our grandparents, our aunts and uncles, and our parents are only around so long -- and then we find them gone. You have your own kids and they will ask you questions. "Daddy, my friends say Santa Claus is real. Is he real? Is the Easter Bunny real? The Tooth Fairy?". "Daddy do you believe that Jesus Christ was/is God?". "Daddy, why don't we go to church?". "Daddy, are ghosts real?". "Daddy, are monsters rea

It was apparently just a marketing office, with samples hanging on the wall. Tight spandex style pants appeared to be the fad. “These are made in China but we use only Mississippi cotton.” Joe held up a light-weight t-shirt that read “Personal Savior”. Sara started laughing, “You ship the cotton to China?” “Yes!” Joe grabbed a metal dart from a box on the counter and chucked it hard at a dartboard on the wall. It struck a quarter of an inch to the right of the bullseye. “We ship the cotton to China! Jees, no wonder everyone says you're a real bitch.” “Fuck you Joe. You sho

“Sara, what happened to your car?” Joe got out of a blue convertible Lamborghini. “I think somebody was angry that I didn't go out with you..” Joe put his hand on his head, “I'll tell you what, after you get it fixed, send me the bill. I'll take care of it. Don't get too angry with these people. We live in a broken world. Say a prayer, forgive them, and move on.” “Thank you.” Sara sighed, “You really are a nice guy.” “I try to be.” Joe held the car door open for Sara. ----------- “Sara, have you ever ridden in a 'Lambo’?” The engine roared as Joe tromped on the

Sara spent the rest of the week sleeping, and eating only lunch at Pete's Barbecue -- where they had an excellent soup and salad bar. It was the type of food she could eat without pain. Sara's jaw was almost back to normal, and she was getting good at hiding the bruises with makeup. “Com’on let’s go watch Joe’s interview. It will be fun!” Colleen encouraged over the phone. “I didn't even know channel ten had a studio audience.” “Well they do silly, and I'll pay for your ticket.” Sara and Colleen found seats at the back of the totally packed, ridiculously excited, almost

Why did Bill have to bring up the sex? Had Bill rejected her because she wasn't a virgin? Mitch was the only guy she had ever had sex with. It was strange, but Bill's rejection was a relief. It was much different than the anguish she had felt when she had broken up with Mitch. Sara vividly remembered the first time. Mitch's roommate had gone home for the weekend, and Mitch had invited Sara over to his dormitory room. "No, Sara! Not in the stairwell!" Sara shrieked giddily as she pulled her jeans down in front of Mitch, totally exposing her raw hairy mound. "Sara!"

Caution: This story contains naughty peeing. Okay I am going to write a little more of this story. THE STALKER Sara winced as Pastor Goodman read the eulogy. He tried valiantly to say positive things about Kim, but her life had been anything but positive. Kim had been abused as a child by her stepfather. In High School Kim got into drugs, and by the time she started University she had a full blown porn addiction. However University was one of the positives in Kim's life. Kim was incredibly bright and she had gotten in on a full ride scholarship. W

I probably will end up messing with the story myself. I wanted to write a thriller/romance but I didn't quite succeed with what I was going for. But I figured posting it here was better than just throwing it away.

Years ago I wrote a story that was rejected by another forum. It is not my greatest story ever, but I'm not very good at writing from a woman's point of view. I thought that maybe I would post the start here, and perhaps a woman might like to rework it from a female perspective, and add a little "peeing" to it. If you would, then contact me and 8 will send you the full story. Sorry, I did it in a huge font and I am having a terrible time reducing it THE STALKER Sara winced as Pastor Goodman read the eulogy. He tried valiantly to say positive things about Kim,

I would not want to literally live my life over. I wouldn't want to lose my wife or kids. But it is interesting to hear about other people's experiences and what they have learned.

I have been a truck driver for about twenty-seven years. To be honest I don't honestly get all that upset by little stuff on the road, I am just too used to it. But if somebody does something REALLY crazy like driving at a stupid speed -- and getting into an accident in front of me -- it makes me angry. And on a more personal level I wish my wife would drive a little less aggressively, and more cautiously. It makes me uncomfortable when riding with her.

It would make an interesting fictional story. The consciousness of the person travels back in time and the person's life takes a whole different direction, repeatedly back to the same age -- when they have the option to go back and do it over.

I went on dates with women like that. I felt uncomfortable around women who wouldn't talk. For me being out with a woman who talked too much was always a good date.

Maybe I should have named this thread "Lessons we've learned in life". We experience and see a lot of different things. I was thinking about ridiculous advice people give, and it brought back a memory from my first year in University. People try to argue "A girlfriend / wife / friend won't fill the empty void you feel when all alone. And I have found that is nonsense. When you're with a friend, a girlfriend, your wife, you naturally start thinking about them. It frees you up from only thinking about yourself. You can go places and do things in public that you would be very

I loved it. It seems like a brilliant way to start a story. Maybe follow up with a small cocktail party at her inlaws place?!

I've been thinking about how I should explain things to my kids. I can try to interpret things that I've seen and experienced -- but I've misinterpreted things. So maybe the best thing to do will be to tell them about my experiences. What things have you guys experienced that you've learned things from?