Vassal

Now would be as good a time as any to tell you about our humble student apartments. While we may be lucky to be right across from the beach we live in a two-storied building filled with one room apartments, what Americans would call a “studio.” Before you ask, yes, there is a toilet, but you could probably understand it's only used once a day, so you could see why it would be regulated to sit exposed in a corner, not even important enough to have it's own room. Some poor attempts to attract Europeans caused some architects to even install floor urinals in bedrooms, with no attempt at cover. Th

It's in the works. Writer's block is a struggle.

I like the setting, keep up the good work.

Nice! I take it as a compliment. Lavatria has also been swirling around in my head as a long time fantasy daydream. I can't wait to see more.

Fantastic, I love a good period/fantasy story.

Thanks guys! I hope I can find it in me to write more. Wetwulf, as I'm sure you know, finding the energy and voice to write (anything really) is a task within itself.

Dany loved to pee on me and drink my own, growing up in a different village she was not raised as I was. She and her sister however, one bored summer afternoon had decided to try it. Her sister was ambivalent and never asked to do it again, but Dany was hooked and had to make due with her own urine. She'd usually keep a glass in her room and squat over it whenever she was thirsty and sometimes when alone she'd lie on her back and deftly position her pussy so she could spray over her chest and into her mouth. It just wasn't the same or as good until she met me. Can you believe that some people

It feels really weird to type out that title, but I've always been drawn to different types of toilets and potties. Over the years in exploring this fetish I've collected various glasses and jugs to pee into. I've always been enamored with urinals and would love to some day have a house with one installed. While living at home I often fantasized about using my closet as a toilet, setting up one corner to either pee on a rug one of my glasses. I'd also love to one day have a series of chamber pots and other ancient commodes. It'd be amazing to have an antique chair that doubled as a toilet with

I just moved to NYC and my new job involves driving all over the 5 boroughs. When I'm not on my usual assignment I find myself in unfamiliar neighborhoods and don't know where I can use a bathroom. This is where being of our persuasion comes in handy. I have several empty soda bottles handy in the car. But I have a problem anytime I'm not using a Gatorade bottle. One is volume. I'm driving a pretty ubiquitous vehicle that people take notice of so I can't always get myself into a better position, ie scooted all the way forward in the driver's seat, so the bottle has to be at an angle. Then

You most likely have not heard of the small island nation of Lavatria, some how hidden in the Mediterranean Sea, off the coast of Malta. It has remained fully self sufficient and independent from its first settlement by its Roman ancestors all those millennia ago. English is some how the native language, adopted from from long forgotten, but brief, British occupation. The Lavatrians benefit greatly from the warm climate of the Mediterranean, enjoying its able bounty of fish and rich volcanic soil. A wonderful thing has happened due to its independence, a more open culture has developed, very o

Moving indoors, Kim and Jack had successful unloaded their vehicles and were now looking over what they had bought. Kim had procured several makeshift toilets, bedpans and chamber pots from a tag sale as well as a large, ancient amphora. Jack showed Katie the carpet cleaner and cache of towels, including the one he soaked in pee on the way home. He had decided to hide the mattress protector, he wanted it to be a surprise. Katie also showed Jack the peculiar pants she had purchased. They reminded the couple of men's pants from the Victorian age. They were the standard brown trousers but instead

I don't think there was anything after this. Unless Rdgr has a treasure trove of lost Leaky_One stories.

Oh my god, Rdgr, thanks for posting that. I've been looking for that part for years, I almost thought I made it up in my head. I've wanted to read it again, especially the part about Lindsey just going on Maeby's bed without prompting or permission.

With her thirst satisfied for the time being Urinaelia entered her mother's domain, the Cloacina Maxima, the great sewer of Rome. This was not yet the fetid, disgusting place that it would become, for her mother, Cloacina, still had power and sacrifices. The channel was tall enough to stand comfortably with walkways on both sides wide enough to walk two abreast, with the mother Tiber's clear water rushing between them. Every few meters the goddess would daintly step over culverts of water flowing out of the walls, marking a villa or bathhouse toilet. The slightly sweet air was damp but warm, c

Disclaimer: This is a continuation of a charcter from my Let's Play series and is set in Ancient Rome and will be in a fantasy setting. There may be minotaurs, extra large dongs, incest and chicks with penises. After a satisfying tryst with her new devotee, Jacobus, Urinaelia happily skipped down the Roman filled street, her hand occasionally finding it's way to grip her warm belly, full of Jacobus' urine. Happier still she let her hand roam further south, cupping her swollen, hairless pussy which Jacobus filled with his cum and piss alike hours earlier. Pausing every now and then

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Been super lazy, looking through pics. I figured I'd post the best toilet on the trail.

You can even drink your own pee. There's an achievement for it.

Continuing through the morning with their bladders fuller than any one would usually bear, Luciana set about cleaning up Cassandra's toilets from the previous night, while Cassie went to relax on the front porch. With her ear to the open window, waiting for Luci to call her inside if she needed to pee, as per their agreement. Still wearing her sodden panties and skirt she was starting to feel the effects of the cold wet fabric clinging to her twat and buttocks, and just when she was thinking about warming herself up she saw a car coming down the road. Reflexively clamped her pee hole shut but

Glad to see you're writing again! Good story.

During the night Cassandra woke up with the familiar need to pee and almost gave in to her desperation. In the darkness of her bedroom she thought about getting up and going into her closet, simply letting go as she sleepily sat down on the damp carpet, too much effort she thought. She also thought about swinging her legs over the side of the bed and peeing out onto her bedroom carpet, again she thought it was too much effort. “This can wait until morning,” she smiled to herself, ignoring the burning need deep in her abdomen, drifting off to sleep. Cassie awoke as the sun came shining in throu

Incredible story about the college party, steve. I love the idea of everyone using the bowl and letting it just overflow.

Cassandra was on the cusp of thirty and was living on the block for a year when Kim and Jack moved in next door. A recent divorcee Cassandra had won a large settlement from her abusive husband and was able to afford the house, complete with a pool and open outdoor shower. The curly haired blonde was of average height and her heavy, large breasts were the envy of all the maids that worked for her. She owned a cleaning company you see, another thing won in the settlement, not only was her husband beating her, he was also sleeping with one of her maids. The reason for the domestic abuse was a bit

Kim got into her Subaru Forester and opened the garage door, glad to see that the rain had stopped. “Good,” she thought, that tag sale should still be on but first, some sort of iced flavored coffee!” Taking a rather roundabout way Kim drove to a high school teacher's staple, Starbucks. Going through the drive-thru she got a large iced cappuccino, sipping it happily as she took the turn towards the tag sale, gotta get there early to get the good stuff, she thought. By the time she got to the tag sale she had finished the coffee, leaving only a heap of ice. Getting out of the car she enjoyed th

Its been so long since I've done laundry that I forgot to put detergent in the load of towels that I absolutely soaked yesterday. Oh well, not like it matters since I'll be soaking them again soon.