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Noot

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Noot last won the day on October 14

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  1. It was Monday evening before Alana left the house again, but leave it she eventually did. She was wedged between her friends at a table in a student bar well after midnight, a circular booth that left her needing to ask at least two of them to move every time she had to get up. Zoe and Alex were pressing her in on one side, with Becky and Megan to her right. She didn't mind- the place was fancy, and her initial reservations about going out and drinking again had disappeared once she realised that her friends really weren't upset about her little accident at the weekend. The first few sips of a
  2. Alana stumbled down the hallway, wondering if she was going to live to regret booking the room furthest away from the kitchen. She swung left as she walked and bumped into one of the walls, then straightened herself and took the last few steps to her door. The intensity of her intoxication had almost tripled the second she stood up. A colossal burp erupted from her mouth and she didn't bother to cover it. With nobody else in the corridor, and the alcohol rendering her inhibitions nearly non-existent, there was no need for false niceties. Not for the first time, she asked herself if maybe this
  3. Until she'd actually arrived, Alana would never have guessed how long it would take to unpack all of her crap. At home, she swore it hadn't felt like she'd loaded up this many bags. Maybe it felt like less when the luggage was being carried between her and both parents; now that all the responsibility fell her way, she suddenly found herself drowning in an ocean of clothes she'd probably never need and towels she'd definitely never use. She didn't mind at all- it gave her something to put her mind to while she waited for her friends to arrive. The first turned up not long before n
  4. This is another commission for @ed2- PM me if you want anything for yourself! Again, it includes themes of alcohol and drug use, plus messing and some nudity. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------- For the fifth time that morning, Alana and her parents returned to the car they had parked a few minutes from Cavendish Student Accommodation. The air was still crisp outside, with it being barely after sunrise on a September Saturday. Traffic was beginning to beep and creak in the distance. Here, though, the last strands of peace and quiet in the city still survived for
  5. This one is a commission based off an idea by @ed2- it features some alcohol and drug content so be warned! --------------------------------- There was still dew on the grass when Cassie pulled up her handbrake outside Hawthorne Court on Saturday morning. She left the car overhanging a double yellow; there were no parking rules today. The city had relaxed all restrictions in anticipation of almost ten thousand teenagers moving in, to save parents the hassle of looking for somewhere to leave their vehicles while they lugged luggage into the cramped budget rooms that students wo
  6. Another commission from the mind of @ed2! PM me if you'd like anything for yourself. --------------------- It was still early in the morning, but the sun was out and the crops were motionless on Golden Creek Farm as the farmer's daughter made her morning rounds. She would take the same route every morning, right after sunrise- you could set your watch by it and some of the locals did. Driving the family's old tractor from the farmhouse in a loop around the property took the better part of half an hour, taking her to the backs of the fields, over a stream and then back again. Her
  7. Another commission for @ed2 (PM me if you'd like anything for yourself!), enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- "How about here?" asked Holly. Her shoulder ached from lugging their tent bag around on it from the car park into the campsite, and she was at the point where she'd have happily set the damned thing up on a patch of quicksand if it meant getting the weight off her back. Renee looked around for a moment and nodded. They were a good twenty feet from the nearest other tent, and Holly could tell that her girlfriend was just as tire
  8. Decided to start posting some of the commissions I've done in the past (PM me if you'd like to order anything for yourself!) Here's the first. This contains wetting, messing and general toilet use for both men and women as well as some sexual content. "For Christ's sake, Mark, keep your hands on the wheel, at least". Mark knew that tone. Reluctantly, he forced himself to release the iron grip on his cock and put his left hand back on the steering wheel. There was no arguing with Rachel when she was in this kind of mood. For a moment he thought he might wet hims
  9. Shuri was way past needing the bathroom by the time she stepped inside the house. At that point, she was full-on desperate. Her bowels, heavy and stuffed, were one thing... but her bladder was quite another. It felt fit to burst, not helped by the tight vibranium suit that hugged her waist. Not for the first time, she wished she had designed something a little less tight-fitting for herself. Baggy clothes weren't very superhero, but at least they didn't make her want to pee her pants every couple of hours. She led Kamala towards the stairs, while Kate kept low. There was no sign y
  10. A minute later, I sat opposite April again, both of us with refreshed glasses. She’d insisted on strengthening the next round to get us tipsy faster, politely informing me that I was a ‘total pussy’ when I refused her offer of shots. I couldn’t work this girl out. She was so deeply methodical, so purely scientific, and simultaneously she seemed completely at ease drinking with me. “So, tell me about your usual bladder capacity,” she ordered. In front of her was a notepad and pen. “Why?” I asked stupidly. She sighed. “Because I want to know the kinds of amou
  11. WARNING: This chapter contains a very very mild poop/fart reference at the very end, not intended in a sexual way at all. I'm trying to keep this one completely pee-based so that the pee-only readers can stick with it. -------------------------------------------------------------- April emerged from the bathroom about a minute after she’d gone in, and gave me a little smile. “Sorry about that,” she said, “really needed it”. “It’s fine, really,” I said, “you should be able to use your own toilet whenever you want”. She should be; I still couldn’t bring myself
  12. It was already dark outside by the time I knocked on the door of April’s apartment. The address she’d given me had taken me by surprise; it was in an extremely cheap part of the city, in a building mostly made up of low-cost single-bedroom apartments. Maybe I had pre-judged this strange woman, but I’d expected somewhere more high-end, with a few rich flatmates thrown in the mix. In a way it was a relief to realise that it would only be April and I in the whole place. Speaking honestly would probably become much easier. She greeted me with a smile and a hug, which knocked me off-co
  13. The next morning I found myself sitting in one of the private study booths in the library, waiting for April to arrive. Half of me was already regretting my agreement, the other half was excited by the potential the partnership held. Our online conversation the night before had been brief and polite: I’d told her I had decided to join forces with her and she’d asked me to meet her here at 11:00AM. What she would say when she turned up was anyone’s guess. Part of me almost expected her to come in, explain she’d been having second thoughts about the whole thing and tell me to forget she’d ever a
  14. From midnight to noon, there was nothing about this particular Monday to suggest that it would be different from any other. I woke up to the sound of my alarm drilling into my skull, slipped out of bed in my birthday suit and crossed the room to empty the tank in the en suite. My breakfast was the usual bowl of cereal and my shower was the usual lukewarm disappointment. Then, having paradoxically dried off with a damp towel, I slipped into jeans and a polo shirt and made the short walk from my flat to the University library. As always at this time on a Monday, the reading room was empty
  15. A lot of women were using the urinals, one lady stood in front of one peeing onto her hand to divert the flow into the drain
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