randomkath

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    either side of the Atlantic, unfortunately
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    I'm attracted to anything that moves.

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  1. randomkath

    End of the Line

    I knew you had great ideas when I first laid my eyes on "The Piss Tax", so maybe I shouldn't be so awe-struck. I should also swear a lot less than I do. But this is just too fucking awesome. 😍
  2. randomkath

    Any other lesbians into omo out there?

    To be fair, we did talk about porn. I think I was the first one to link to porn (and by the way, I made the embarrassing mistkake of linking to my favorite content creator, but on the wrong damn platform). Sorry if I started something there that went in the wrong direction, but people speaking about how to find porn wasn't really as completely uncalled for as it looks on first glance. Now, as for liking omo and the ladies... well, uh... I've got nothing to casually bring this thread back on track. You girls carry on.
  3. randomkath

    Wetting in more cute clothes 💕

    Oh my... that wet wedgie, nicely framed by lace trim... and the most adorable little pee-soaked cameltoe... daaaaaamn. 😍
  4. randomkath

    Agony and Ecstasy

    I have to say, I love the title. "Agony and Ecstasy" is simple, descriptive, suggestive... wonderful.
  5. randomkath

    Wet myself at my front door!

    Clearly, you two have never been to Germany. Sandals with socks. White socks. Everywhere. I don't get it, either. 😮
  6. randomkath

    Tattoos anyone?

    Anecdote: I used to work in a machine shop (I know, I know, probably the most stereotypical job for a butch woman ever) and heard all the usual horror stories of fingers getting taken off by rotating machinery. Never saw any of that. What I did see, however, was a 7' 300 lbs mountain of a man (looked like a pro wrestler, really), reduced to tears, because his wedding band got too friendly with the chuck of his lathe. Gold is soft. Tool steel isn't. Had to drive him home, then explain to his wife what happened, because he was still crying like a five-year-old and couldn't string together a complete sentence. I'm 100 % in favor of ring tattoos. Double for getting your wedding bands tattooed. And I'm completely aware that tattoos are for life, while relationships very often are not. Maybe the prospect of someone taking a FREAKING LASER to the sensitive flesh of your finger will encourage you to put a little more effort into your marriage. 😘
  7. randomkath

    The Rough Seam

    Bwahahaha, I wish! The reason I have not published anything in months is simple: I have not written anything. I was lazy and making excuses. Good excuses (got married, moved over the Atlantic twice, and I actually have something of a career going now), but excuses nonetheless. Glad you folks like it. There is another chapter forthcoming. Based on an idea sirrliv had about a year ago. But first I have to do three weeks of business travel, and then [enter more excuses here].
  8. randomkath

    A Business Transaction

    😋 After a year of low motivation and excuses (good excuses, but excuses nonetheless) I dug back into my files, determined to finally start writing again. I re-discovered this text. I know it's only 800 words, but I am pretty proud of it. So I decided I might as well post it. Thank you.
  9. randomkath

    A Business Transaction

    A Business Transaction 09:59:55, 09:59:56, 09:59:57, 09:59:58, 09:59:59: 10:00:00. Finally! Rose scrambled from the hotel bed, tangled her feet in the sheets, almost fell, managed to balance herself out, and hastily waddled towards the bathroom. She was about to explode into a wet mess, she had been for the last couple of hours, but now relief was near! The anticipation was palpable. The door opened, the toilet came into view, just a few seconds, and... Rose felt herself grabbed by the shoulders, pulled off course, and firmly pressed against the door frame. She struggled for a second, but her client was much stronger than she was. "Where do you think you are going, Missy?" A stern, dominant voice. "Good, hard pi.ss!" Just saying the word 'pi.ss' was a mistake. Her sphincter rebelled against all conscious control. She groaned. "Remember our agreement?" "I do. Time is up. Let me go!" The client took her hands off Rose's shoulders, but didn't step out of the young girl's way. The older woman crossed her arms under her beautiful breasts, tightly covered by an expensive silk blouse. Her own legs twitched inside her custom-tailored slacks, from the giant load of urine she was holding herself. "The time is not up, Rose." Rose squirmed. "It's been twenty-four hours!" "The deal is for a full day. No excuses" "But that IS a full day!" "No. A day is twenty-four hours, but not every twenty-four hour period is a full day. Only the very specific twenty-four hours from 12 a.m. to 12 a.m. are a full day. It's still the fourth. You've got two hours to go. No pee." Rose panted. She held what felt like a gallon of hot, throbbing pi.ss, and it all wanted out right NOW! "But I... " "You should think about contracts before you commit, girl. Life is tough. So is business." Rose detected a hint of sexual predator in her client's eyes. Something she had always been on the lookout for, always weary, like any sensible working girl should. But the instincts of a prostitute were worthless against women, it appeared. The client, meanwhile, was sure enough Rose wouldn't bolt to the bowl at the first chance she got. She stepped away from the girl, reached for the minibar, and pulled out another one of the tremendously overpriced little bottles of water. She held it out to Rose. "Drink up!" The call girl shook her head. "I can't. Please..." The woman placed the bottle on the table, and casually reached for the stuffed envelope on the nightstand. She opened it, and playfully ran the huge stack of large bills through her fingers. "Suit yourself. You know you can opt out anytime, if you don't want the money..." It was indeed a very impressive heap of cash. Probably a month's income for the successful business woman, and more money than she had ever seen her entire life for Rose. The young escort reconsidered. She could not afford to let this opportunity slip away from her. "I... okay." She had to at least try. She uncapped the bottle, and swallowed its entire contents in two giant gulps, before her body could protest. She felt dizzy. There was just so much liquid in her. Her lower abdomen was swollen, her skin felt hot and stretched, her entire pelvic floor pulsated in the massive effort to hold it in. And now the water was sloshing in her stomach. The client had her by the shoulders again, and held her at arms length, studying her entire body with a lustful stare. Rose wore nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties, and the woman devoured her with her eyes. "Look at you!", she purred softly. "So young. So beautiful. So bursting." Rose shuddered. What a colossal pervert. A filthy rich pervert, a pervert in the body of an attractive woman in her forties, but a pervert nonetheless. More heinous than even the smelly fat men with anal fixation she usually had to deal with. A stealth deviant. Harder to spot, but a giant freak just the same. At least that was what she wanted to think of her client, but truth be told, she couldn't. If she was perfectly honest, the entire situation turned her on a little. Which was of course ridiculous, she didn’t get aroused by clients, that was just not supposed to happen. It was all just a business transaction, and now she started to enjoy it. She wondered what that said about her. The client smiled. "Listen honey, I will take off my pants and lie down on the bed now. I want your face between my legs. And don't give me any nonsense about not knowing how again. You've go a clitoris yourself, you'll figure it out. If you make me come, I'll consider letting you pee before midnight. Deal?"
  10. randomkath

    Wet myself at my front door!

    As usual, that't pretty hot. 😏
  11. randomkath

    The Bulge Diary

    I'm not as much into male holding & desperation as I am into female, but I admire your discipline and dedication. That's impressive.
  12. randomkath

    Tattoos anyone?

    I have one Tattoo on my thigh. Some calligraphy I designed a few years ago. I got it just before I left home, to piss off my parents. It expresses my utter disdain for their religious belief system. But unlike other people who got tattoos for this specific purpose, I don't regret it at all. Because it was done by a skilled artist, I still like the motive, and I'm over 30 now... and still want to piss off my parents. The wife tends to lose rings, and I never wear any, so we are getting our weddings bands tattooed. Already have an artist picked out for that, an old friend of hers. There are no more plans for any ink beyond that. And may I just say: I'm heavily into women who are all tatted up. That shit is immensely attractive.
  13. randomkath

    Emily Gets A Date

    That's not how tubes work! Or equalization of pressure! Trust me, I'm an engineer. Joking aside, it's very good. Sexy and over the top, exactly what it needs to be. Comparing your catheter stories, I think I prefer "Full to the Brim", but I definitely enjoyed this one, too.
  14. WELL IT'S A LITTLE LATE FOR THAT NOW, MISSY! BE A LITTLE MORE CAREFUL NEXT TIME. REMEMBER: WITH GREAT ASS COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY! Stupid sexy lesbians and their bullshit...
  15. Result of my consultation with the wife, who is not into omo at all: She says that if you appeared at our door, looking to run away with her, she would leave me in a heartbeat. That establishes two things: 1. It has now been officially confirmed that you are smoking. 2. I'm going to have to spank that insolent little thot.