Vassal

Hey, eating ass became popular at least in general conversation with memes, maybe 2020 will be the year of watersports.

Thinking back I realize I missed a few spots, had an office mainly in mind and despite my place having a small gym and shower the thought never occurred to me!

This story contains female peeing, wetting and pee drinking in a medieval fantasy setting The pair exited the carriage, Brooke taking one last glance at the circular stain left on Isla's bench, her eyes now glued to the witch's shapely bum as she followed up the path. The black fabric of Isla's robes damply hinting that the woman had simply pissed herself in the carriage. “I guess black really does hide it, I wonder what it feels like,” Brooke thought to herself, cheeks reddening as she found herself slightly aroused. Brooke had always wanted to wet herself, but her cautious,

Since I know this is a favored topic here for those of us, myself included, who want to pee anywhere but the toilet what, do you do when you go to work or school (wondering this mainly since we probably all are at the mercy of either, out on a long shopping excursion etc would work too)? I know for myself, at the very least, it's easy when I'm alone in my apartment. When I'm alone I'm free to use the floor, glasses and cups, my pants etc. If my roommate's home I can always pee in the bathroom sink or tub without him knowing. At work is a whole different story. I work in a very active offi

I've been taking it as waves of need come. After soaking the diaper I've been walking around the apartment, fully nude, letting my cock release spurts of pee onto the bare floor as well as on some towels I set up. After lunch I was carrying around a wine glass and filling it up in every room, I even gave it a taste and continuing the naughty streak and lied on the floor and aimed on my chest. I also got a new white jockstrap and I've been wearing that and wetting it all day in between using the floor. I've been turning it transparent. 😈 The jockstrap is backless and I finally solved

So far I've been holding, since I couldn't decide what to do I just sat here at the computer and unloaded into a diaper and kept peeing into it every time I felt the need. Completely flooded the thing. Drinking and letting my bladder fill up now. Thinking of pissing on the floor in the hallway now.

I appreciate the suggestion but I'm not into yoga, lol. I am finally alone and naked though. Starting to get full and I can't decide where to go. I've been pulling my cock out and pissing into the bathroom sink all morning while I waited.

I've got a weekend to myself starting tomorrow. I've got plenty of pet pads and diapers (for easy clean up). Unfortunately I do not have in-unit laundry so I'd prefer not to have to cart wet clothes and towels around in public. I'm open to suggestions as to what I should do! Other than write stories, of course, the "inspiration" helps.

I really wish Pee Devil stuck around.

You got me, lol. It was pretty hard to stop myself from "witcher," typos everytime I typed "witch." Thanks all. This one has been pretty fun to write. I'm enjoying coming up with absurdist way pissmancy would work.

Brooke sleepily opened her eyes and took in the darkness of her bedroom. The embers in the fireplace gave off dim light. Not wanting to bother the servants she got out of her covers, shivering at the shock of the cold stone floor beneath her feet and tended to the fire, brightening up the room in a warm orange glow. Shivering Brooke felt a growing pressure in her bladder and found herself in need of a wee. She instinctively went to the side of her bed where her chamberpot was usually stored, only to find it missing. Cursing through her teeth she remembered one of the servants took it to empty

I'm curious about this, was she really supposed to pee on the floor or was it some sort of miscommunication? I also like the bit in the link about women peeing in different countries, particularly:

I've moved and reduced my number of roommates which has given me a bit more freedom. Out of convenience I've bought a pack of diapers to make clean up easier since I don't have in apartment laundry. I also bought a pack of pet pass after finding the diapers don't hold as much as my bladder does. I don't have a diaper fetish but this also me to wet with very minimal clean up. I'm not too thrilled about the waste generated but this allows me to indulge every now and then when I have extended time alone in the apartment and saves me the embarrassment of going to the laundromat with smell wet towe

I have a lot of things but first and foremost is they need to figure something out with the mics when shooting outdoors. I'd prefer not to have to deal with deafening wind.

Note: I thought I'd write something different. If you couldn't tell by my poorly veiled attempt at a title this is a parody of Conan the Barbarian, a wonderful series of pulp fantasy by Robert E. Howard. Just a warning some of the descriptions and language might be "out dated," this is not the reflections of the author, just an attempt at capturing Howard's voice coming from the 1930s. I am going to try to keep this as a one off with 3-4 parts to keep distraction from my other 4ish on-going projects. That being said I've got another one off sloshing around in my head that I'd like to get in wr

Note: I've had more time to myself lately so I can "find some inspiration," as it were and will have some more to come! Oh wondrous yellow muse! Writer's block is super real even without any time to indulge, but who can live alone in this economy m i rite Entering the cafeteria I decided to pay a visit to the chef, Erin, and her sous-chef Emilia. During uni I had worked in the student hall cafeteria and was more than comfortable in a kitchen. In fact I found myself there in my free time. Old habits you could say. Erin kept a tight ship here at the embassy, even though it was just t

My alarm clock went off as I got out of bed, jumping as my feet found a cold wet spot from my late night toilet. During the night I had to go and simply rolled to the edge of the bed and hung my willy off the side from under my covers and messily urinated all over the carpeted floor, not caring where it went. I loved the sound of the splashing against the carpet as it struggled to absorb my hot wee. This morning I marveled at the large fan shaped stain, reaching nearly halfway across the room. Tempted to add to it I dressed and quickly made the way to the cafeteria taking note to go down the f

With Vanessa gone and our toilets finished, I sat back at my desk to finishing editing the syllabus for this year's PISS course. Pushing up her black framed glasses, Emma laughed as she heard the wet slapping of my shoes on the carpet as I resumed my seat. Leaving me to my task she left the office to return Vanessa's chamber pot. Once finished I printed out the syllabus and gave it a look over for tomorrow's orientation. The syllabus was simple and out laid the course to have the students acclimated to Lavatria's culture. Broke down by week the syllabus read as follows: Week 1 – No peeing

Glad to be an inspiration!

It looks like it's designed for less water usage by using the folding mechanism of the toilet to have waste slide down rather than needing to be flushed with gallons of water.

When I was in college we had a single urinal in the bathroom which I suspect was a female urinal due to how the dorm floors would swap genders depending on admission rates.

Glad to see you've picked this one back up, it's been one of my favorites!

It helps that incest is "in," at the moment. Despite wanting absolutely nothing to do (sexually) with my own mother and family your stories and others' of mothers sharing their naughty peeing with their children is hot as fuck.

I can't remember the forums as much but I did absolutely love the stories section. Leaky_one posted TONS of stories and was more active there than she was on peesearch at the time. I still go back through the wayback machine internet archive to manually rip her stories, along with some of badboy's.

The beginning is always the best part! Tend to "lose the plot," when everything is out in the open.