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Knockonthedoor

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About Knockonthedoor

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  • Birthday July 7

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    Male, straight
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    NEET
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    20-30
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    USA
  • About Me
    Pee fiction writer. Yup, that’s me

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  • Favourite Thing About Pee
    Desperation, submissive women, wetting, embarrassment. Lots of these themes show in my work
  • Hottest Pee Experience
    Too long to post here, but in college, a very attractive woman was desperate. She asked me where the nearest bathroom was, and kept me up to date on how she was holding it. To this day, I wonder if she was into it

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  1. The heat of the summer never dies with the sun. The tradeoff for a mild winter was always a brutal summer, and every year Sophie found herself praising the warm winter and cursing the hot summer. Still, without the egregious heat of the day, walking along with a cool night breeze had its own charm. Parked, nondescript cars lined the streets on either side, nearly as plentiful as the bars and restaurants that occupied the buildings on either side of the street. The occasional honk from an impatient driver and squeal of old breaks gave the lively city its own ambiance. Maybe it wasn’t so bad.
  2. I hope you continue to write! This was a great start! I’m also guilty of enjoying MILF stories a ton and they’re aren’t many of them.
  3. https://fansly.com/MissZola/posts/wall/390102277467156480 If you’re into black girls, Zola is S tier
  4. "Ricky! Get over here, you've been nursing that thing for an hour!" "You're not getting him to do anything boss, he's union." "Oh, so he's lazy and overpaid? I don't care, get him on the line!" The heat of the mid-morning sun beat down on the hot road. Despite the lack of humidity, the layers of uniform that were required of each worker and the bodily stress and exertion required to dig through pavement was enough to give each man a sweat. Despite the work only needing three or four hands, eight stood, watching two work. "Like I was saying, I got a tat for every week we wer
  5. I’m open to plenty of suggestions. Would others like to see this? if so, drop a like or send me a DM. Also any other suggestions for these characters is welcome. Either comment in this thread or send me a DM, anyone can suggest as much as they’d like
  6. This has given me a great idea for a spin-off series. Will get to it as soon as I can. Thanks!
  7. Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of even colder water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her by surprise this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?
  8. Don’t forget to sue Sophie for filming you without consent
  9. Silence wasn’t always common in the Freeland household, even less so around the dinner table. But for the moment, the two sisters and their mother sat without a word between them. The clinking of silverware and plates had taken over, and each of the present family members enjoyed, or at least tried to enjoy their mothers spaghetti. Rather than sit in silence, the girls mother spoke up “Have you decided what you’re going to do for senior skip day, Jessica?” Jessica finished chewing before answering “No. Not really. I might just hang around here.” “Well that’s not really fun. What
  10. A/N: Quick one-off I thought up. Let me know how you like it. As always, feedback is not only welcome, but appreciated Pushing past the occasional family and other mall shoppers, Christina followed her sister Sophie towards the meeting spot. They stopped near a wall, a corner store to their right and a shoe store down the hall to the left. Behind them was a break in the wall that created a small alleyway towards the bathrooms. Christina didn’t notice her sister’s discreetly crossed legs, the only thought on her mind was hope that her sister would want to visit the restroom too. “Mom
  11. I never knew why mom wouldn't let me go to her parties with Aunt Julie. But now that I'm 18, I guess I understand. The two of us were greeted by my Aunt and her Daughter in the nude, and soon my clothes followed, along with my mothers top and jeans. But the strangest thing happened as we were led to my Aunt's new art piece. She was explaining its history and luster when all of a sudden, I heard a loud splatter and felt the rug below me get very wet. Mom was peeing! I expected Aunt Julie to be mad, but she just started peeing too! Her bush hid nothing, and neither did the soaked car
  12. Chapter 5 Ashlynn was the first to awake. Her eyes fluttered open, gently reintroducing her to the world. The hotel room was dark, but not unpleasant. After her mother had let her try some of her wine, Ashlynn had grown sleepy rather quickly. She wasn’t the only one. Her mother was still lightly snoring in the bed next to her, unaware that her daughter had woken up. Rolling over, Ashlynn checked the time on the digital clock beside the bed. It was a little before seven, and her mother had wanted to get a head start on the road. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen. Sighing and m
  13. She hadn’t been 18 for a whole day yet and her life was already over. Her rapidly cooling, now piss-stained pants were still dripping as the last of her desperately held pee dribbled into them. Her older sister and mother turned and looked, their eyes locked into the scene of their sister and daughter, her piss soaked legs crossed, whimpering in the mall bathroom line. She could already hear the whispers and giggles of the other patrons, she could feel their burning stares. As her eyes welled up with tears, she saw her mother and sister glance at each other. Suddenly, the crotch of h
  14. Her hot, sweaty nude body led the class into the crane position. Her bladder protested, and her tried muscles could no longer hold back the tea and water she had downed that morning. It was then, in front of her whole class, in front of all her clients, that she began to feel hot piss running out of her snatch and down her legs. It felt good in the moment, but the splattering noise of the yoga mat below her was an audible confirmation in her mind that her small yoga business had just embarrassingly failed. Then she heard another splattering sound. Peeking through her closed eyes, she
  15. Yeah, I got yelled at for posting an altered version of one of my story’s. I used two spectate tags “mother” and “daughter” because it had a pee scene from them both. Got torn a part in the comments from people who wanted them to fuck. Anyway, here are some of my favorites. This author only has two stories, but I love their work! https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=7103387&page=submissions This one is also good if you like office ladies https://www.literotica.com/s/conference-call-12
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