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Just made it - end of day peeing in toilet followed by masturbation and cumming View File It’s the end of the day, I am already in pajamas and bursting to pee. I don’t think I’ll make it but manage to get to the toilet before it’s too late and unleash my golden nectar into the bowl below. After my bladder is emptied I become horny to the point of uncontrollable masturbation and cum into the urine filled toilet bowl below Submitter pp_pant Submitted 11/13/2023 Category Male  

View File Desperately wetting my shorts and boxers outside the bathroom I haven’t had a chance to pee all day and when I finally get to the bathroom door it is locked. I wait desperately for the door to open but alas, there is no more time to struggle as my body gives in and a flood of hot piss explodes from my cock. After a few seconds I am able to free my penis from its cloth prison, but not after thoroughly soaking my shorts and boxers. I finish emptying my bladder on the floor and strip off my now urine soaked bottoms. I feel incredibly horny due to both the overwhelming relief and humiliation, and as a result, stroke my cock hard until my hot love magma erupts onto the piss stained floor Submitter pp_pant Submitted 11/06/2023 Category Male  

Peeing and cumming in the toilet View File Desperately peeing in the toilet followed by stroking and cumming Submitter pp_pant Submitted 11/04/2023 Category Male  

So I promised @Tek84 a story about one of my solo experiences – here goes, hope you like it! I always remember being interested in omorashi, even when I was really young, but I never really got a huge change to do much about it. I’d hold late at night sometimes, and even though it’d be exciting, I just didn’t really have the time or the privacy to take it as far as I wanted, really. I’d wet, but because I couldn’t hold any longer or ran out of time, not because I couldn’t hold it anymore. Like most of us, I expect, I didn’t have the chance to do what I really get into it until I was in college. When I was probably 19, I moved in with a girlfriend of mine from high school who I went to college with. It was my first apartment, really, and my first time truly being away from home. I finally had my own bedroom and bathroom, which was great, and she would frequently spend the night with her boyfriend on weekends, which was even better! I remember this was a Saturday, one of the first Saturdays of the school year, and I had been at the mall that afternoon, mostly clothes shopping, I think. I remember having a couple bottles of water from the food court while I was there, and I was just about thinking I ought to find a restroom when my room mate texted me that she was going over to her boyfriend’s right then and would be spending the night. I wished her luck and was just about to enter the restroom when I realized – I had always wanted to try out this fetish more, and this was the perfect opportunity. For those that care, I remember wearing light colored skinny jeans, a loose-ish fitting t-shirt, a hoodie and green briefs. I went back to the food court and got another bottle of water, a big one. I wandered around the mall some more, and when my bladder was beginning to get full, I figured it was time to go home. I was really new to holding in public, so the fact that I was pretty uncomfortable (a 7 out of 10 maybe?) had me really nervous. It didn’t help that I was wearing light colored pants, so I knew that if I had any slip ups, everyone would be able to see. I actually hadn’t tested my limits yet and did not know how much I could hold, and come to think of it, I hadn’t even held to the point where I really leaked involuntarily by that point. I’d always leaked/wet because it just hurt too much to hold anymore, but that just made it all the more terrifying, having no idea when it would happen. I knew the drive back well, though, it was only 10 minutes or so, and I figured I’d have plenty of privacy to jump around and hold it once I got home anyway. I finished off my drink and actually got one more and chugged it, just to make sure I’d be ready when I got home – it’s only 10 minutes to home, I thought, it won’t go through me that quickly – and then I tossed my cup in the garbage. That was a big mistake, I would come to realize. I winced as I bent over to put my things in the back and get in the driver’s seat, but before I could give it a second thought, I was in the traffic to leave the mall. I didn’t get far before I noticed the traffic was heavier than normal. I was more than a little worried. I lived maybe ten minutes away from my apartment by the route I was going, but I’d already spent five minutes just trying to get out of the mall. The mall was right next to a highway that ran through my college town, and by the time I was approaching the highway crossing, it had already been 10-15 minutes. I was definitely worried and knew something was not right. I was grabbing myself a bit already by this point, trying to do it subtly in the middle of all the traffic, and was using the pauses in the stop-and-go traffic to get on my phone and find out what was going on. About five to ten minutes later, probably, I was on the bridge over the highway and looked to both my sides. I saw bumper to bumper traffic both ways on the highway. My gut sank – or maybe it was my bladder – and then I finally realized what was going on: There was a football game today. Football was *huge* in the town I went to college in, and crowds easily clogged up all the major streets on their way to and from the game. Worse, I had to head towards the university and past it to get to my apartment! What was supposed to be a 10 minute drive was now easily over an hour long. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I realized this, and I knew there was a very small chance that I would make it home with dry jeans. I looked for a water bottle, cup, anything, but I had thrown it all away, and I instantly regretted tossing out my cup from earlier. I put my car in park (I wasn’t moving at the time anyway) and leaned in back to try to find something, anything, that might help me, but I had no luck, and actually almost leaked once or twice from the pressure of turning around. I gave up, and settled in for the drive. I’d just have to hold on, I told myself. Being desperate IS what I wanted, after all, just maybe not in my car stuck in the middle of a huge traffic jam. Maybe 25 minutes later, halfway back to my apartment (judging by distance, anyway), I was sweating with the effort of holding it in and took off my hoodie. As I was wiggling around in my seat to take it off, I swear I felt a drip or two leave me. I looked down at my jeans in a panic, hoping it wasn’t visible, and lucky for me it wasn’t yet. I hoped I was just feeling sweat or weird sensations from being so desperate – I really didn’t know what was going on, I’d never held on for this long. One or two more stop-and-go’s later, as I was pressing on the brakes as gingerly as I could, it felt like my pee just kept going forward and the momentum from the car carried a little bit out of my bladder and into my briefs. It wasn’t a huge leak, but it was enough to feel it splash into my underwear and make it cling to me. My heart started pounding again as I looked down to check my crotch, but lucky for me there was nothing yet. The university was in sight now, but every time I braked, I felt another drip or two enter my now-damp briefs. I realized I could easily get the seat wet, and reached my hand between my legs to see if any damage had been done. The seats felt dry, but I felt some dampness on the back of my jeans. I put the car in park again, and twisted around to look through the things in the back of my car again. I saw a towel behind my seat, from working out – I grabbed it and took it up front, and winced in pain at having to twist like that. I squeezed my thighs together as best as I could, but I felt another spurt soak my briefs and barely cut it off before I had to drive forward again. Moving my legs to work the pedals, I definitely felt some wetness between them, and when I looked down I saw a wet spot about the size a couple of inches in diameter between my legs. I knew it had to be bigger on my bottom, and I was worried about getting my seat wet now. I moved the towel underneath me so that it covered the seat. I felt like I was admitting defeat doing this, like I was admitting that I *would* wet myself. And even though in retrospect that was absolutely the case, I tried to psych myself up and think that I *was* going to hold it, I was just protecting my seat from what I’d already leaked. I was 19, for crying out loud! Way too old to be wetting myself like this! It worked for a little bit, actually. I felt my sphincter muscles tighten up, and I stopped leaking every time I hit the brakes. I was taking deep, slow, shaking breaths through my mouth, and swearing quietly to myself. This really, really hurt, I thought to myself, but I did not want to get out of the car with wet jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was a sweaty mess. My hair was sticking to my face like I was in the middle of a workout, which I guess I sort of was. I straightened it out, took a few more deep breaths, and focused on the driving I was supposed to be doing. I was inside the university campus now, and it was basically the home stretch for me. It wasn’t far beyond that, I maybe lived a mile beyond the university, and I didn’t think the traffic would be as bad heading away from the university. I managed to make it through the university without any further issues, and sure enough, the roads going away from the university were way less congested. I was beginning to think I had a chance after all, but I was still driving slowly, mostly so that I didn’t have to break so hard to stop my car. As I was just clearing the university campus, my bladder stopped hurting so badly. It went from feeling like I had a huge water balloon in my stomach to just feeling sort of tingly, like after a long workout. I wasn’t about to complain, but once I noticed it, I looked down to make sure I hadn’t silently exploded or something! My jeans looked like the wetness from earlier was sort of spreading out and starting to dry, it looked like, but amazingly I didn’t think I had wet myself any more than I already had, and the towel under me didn’t feel any wetter. I was beginning to think I’d make it. Once I had actually cleared the campus, I couldn’t help but notice a tickling feeling on my crotch, like someone was running a feather up and down my skin down there. I wiggled a bit in my seat, thinking it was just my briefs drying against my skin, but that didn’t help. I snuck a hand down there to scratch, and was shocked when I felt what was clearly newly wet denim. I realized I must be slowly leaking into my pants now, and I just simply couldn’t control it. There were only a few more stop signs left, I tried to will myself to hold it in, but my bladder muscles just weren’t having it anymore. My heart was pounding again and I went back to swearing quietly under my breath, and as I braked at one of the last stop signs before my apartment, and once again the breaking made me leak, only this time it just turned up the trickle. I tried my hardest to hold it in, to shut off the flow, but suddenly it felt as if someone had punched me in the gut, and I just lost all sensation in my bladder. I yelped out in pain, loud enough to surprise even myself, and suddenly it sounded as if someone had turned on a faucet in my seat. Pee came hissing out of me, soaking my jeans and turning them an obviously dark blue, and I could do nothing but pant in my seat and listen to my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh shit,” I thought to myself, “I am pissing myself in my car!” I just sat looking at my crotch getting wetter and wetter for a while, until I heard a horn honk behind me. The light turned green and I had missed it, too distracted by the flood happening in my jeans. I drove forward, still pissing my pants, and winced as I felt it slosh around with the movement of my legs. As I braked at the next light, I felt the piss slosh forward and go past me knees and down my legs. I winced. I knew I was *soaked*, and was honestly panicking and shaking, wondering just how the hell I was going to get back into my house without everyone seeing my wet pants. I’d reached a traffic-free side street that led to my apartment, and had to pull off into some empty back parking lot to collect myself. I put the car in park and looked down at myself. I was basically soaked from the waist down, and the bottom of my shirt was obviously wet too. You wet yourself, I thought, you fucking peed your pants, this is so embarrassing, how are you gonna get inside?! I got lost in my racing thoughts, I kept deriding myself for not being able to hold it, calling myself names, asking myself what kind of 19 year old wets themselves like this… My breathing got heavy, my heart was pounding again, I started moaning to myself, and grabbed myself through my jeans. Before I knew it, after barely touching myself, I had gotten myself so mentally worked up that I was having what was probably the biggest orgasm I had ever had, without even unzipping my pants. I muffled my moans with my hand, just in case, and when it was over, I just went limp for a while. I know it’s probably not as interesting, but I did manage to get inside without anyone seeing me. I used my bags, towel and hoodie as cover, just in case, but luckily everyone seemed to be inside at the time, probably watching that stupid football game! But I definitely had other plans in mind…

I thought that this time, I’d post an experience I had from a while ago, from back when I was a junior or senior in high school. One Friday, two friends and I decided to go out right after school. One of my friends, we’ll call him Brian, drove both of us, myself and another friend we’ll call Kevin. Kevin and I both left our cars in the school parking lot. It was maybe a twenty-minute drive, and we went to the mall first, looking in different stores for a bit and stopping off at the food court for a drink. Next we walked across a street or two to Best Buy. I definitely remember Best Buy – I remember Kevin keeping his hand in his pocket quite a bit, and I thought he was pinching himself through his pocket. Kevin was that one friend in the group that seemed to need to pee more often than everyone else in our friend group, and that’s where my mind went when I saw him wiggling his leg with his hand in his pocket. We’d been hanging out since school was out, and since I’d had my last hour with him, I knew he went right with us to the car and didn’t visit the restroom first. We typically didn’t have enough time for bathroom breaks between classes, either. By this point in the afternoon, that probably meant five or six hours without a bathroom for him. I was into omo even back in high school, and the idea of Kevin having to pee got me pretty excited. The downside was that I’d also been without a bathroom for about five or six hours. I wasn’t open with my friends about being into omo, obviously, and I was worried that they’d pick up that I was into it if I got too desperate or enjoyed Kevin’s show too much. But more than I was afraid, I was just as excited to watch Kevin! He was wearing slim khaki shorts, which I knew would show anything very easily. Unfortunately, so would my light blue colored khaki shorts. (If anyone is interested, I know Kevin wore briefs, and so did I – light blue ones like my shorts, made of a thin, stretchy material.) As we were about to leave the electronics store, I saw Kevin walking with a fist in his pocket. I imagined he was probably holding himself, at least a little. I wasn’t quite as badly off, but I wasn’t comfortable either, and I was getting a bit nervous about it. I had a choice: I could go to the bathroom, and likely have Kevin go to the bathroom with me, or we could both hold it. Of course, I wasn’t thinking with my head, so I decided to not remind Kevin that the store had restrooms and hold it. I’d never seen anyone desperate in real life at this point, and I thought Kevin was fairly attractive, so I was enjoying myself way too much to ruin the fun. We walked back across a street and a few vacant lots and to the parking lot where we’d left Brian’s car. Kevin had his hands in his pocket pretty much the whole time, and I think I saw him playing with himself a bit. I guess it could have been the weather too, it was a tiny bit chilly, but that’s not where my mind was. It had been long enough since we got drinks in the mall that I was feeling mine, and I knew Kevin must be too. Once we got to his car, Brian put whatever he’d bought in the front seat, and Kevin and I got in the back. I had to go badly enough by then that I’m sure I winced sitting down, and I noticed Kevin did too. He wiggled his legs, stuck his hand in his pocket and sucked air through his teeth. I was jiggling my own leg and looked over at Kevin. I quietly mouthed, “You too?” He laughed breathily, “Yeah! Shh!” and looked up front at Brian. Kevin didn’t want him to know he had to pee. He didn’t seem to care that I knew, though – we kind of sized each other up, to see how badly the other had to go. We looked each other in the eye for a little bit and grinned. Just to try to make Kevin feel better and get the most out of the moment, I squeezed myself through the pocket in a way that made sure he could see me doing it and bounced my leg a bit – it was also good cover for the fact that I was very hard by now. My bladder was definitely hard too, but I didn’t have to go *that* bad yet. From what I could tell though, Kevin did. He broke off our eye contact, and he noticed at my leg and grinned pretty widely. So did I, and we both giggled to each other. “What’s so funny?” Brian laughed from the front seat. Kevin came up with some quip about whatever Brian had bought or something, I don’t remember, but we all started talking for part of of the drive. It seemed like Brian wouldn’t figure out what was going on … until he hit the brakes a little too hard at one light, and Kevin let out a grunt of pain. “What? What’s wrong?” Brian turned around and gave Kevin one look before figuring it out and laughing. “You have to pee?!” he said, still laughing. “N-no!” Kevin denied, clearly lying. “We were *just* at the mall!” Brian was still laughing. “[Shinobi] needs to piss too!” he said, looking at me, and now he was laughing a little. I gave him a punch in the side, near the stomach, and he yelped a bit. “God dammit!” Brian burst out into laughter even harder. “What is wrong with you two?! You’d better not get my seats wet!” “Shut up,” we told him both at once, laughing a little even though it hurt. “Y’know what?” Brian said, pretending to be mad. Kevin and I looked at each other for a moment, waiting for Brian to finish his sentence. “Just for that –” Brian braked for the next light, way harder than he needed to. We both yelped out in pain, and Brian burst out into laughter (he was the kind of guy that was always laughing, and had a huge, loud laugh). I punched the back of Brian’s seat, but other than that, we were all quiet for a moment. “There’s a gas station,” Kevin broke the silence. “Can you pull in there?” My heart sank a bit at the idea both of us getting relief. “You had a chance to go back at the mall!” Brian said. “I’m not pulling over!” I was secretly relieved, in a different way. We kept driving, Kevin and I all but openly staring at each other now, pretty much constantly trading smirks and glances. We were getting close to our high school parking lot now, and I was getting desperate enough that part of me was actually glad for it. I know Kevin was in pain by then, because he was constantly fanning his legs now, and openly grabbing himself through the pocket of his shorts. Finally Brian got close to our school. We knew it was too late to get into the parking lot (our school had put some gates at the parking lot entrance that wouldn’t let us in at this hour, only let cars out – it was probably 6 or 7 by now and starting to get dark). Instead, he pulled into a small convenience store across the street from our school which, lucky for me (and unlucky for Kevin) wasn’t open anymore. We got out of the car and talked for a while about high school and such (I don’t really remember what). I do remember Kevin with both hands in the pockets of his shorts, constantly shifting his weight back and forth from foot to foot, lifting his feet in the air like he was kicking himself from behind. I kept a hand in one pocket and shifted back and forth too, partly because I had to pee, but mostly because I was incredibly hard by now and didn’t want them to know! The three of us stood there talking, Kevin and I grabbing ourselves through our pockets, shifting back and forth, talking with Brian. I guess Brian had enough of it, because he finally just started laughing at us and said "Why don't you two just go over there?" and pointed at a wall. We looked at the spot and shifted some more as my heart sank. "They've got cameras all over the place here, I don't want to get caught pissing at school," Kevin said, and bounced at the waist in a way that told me he'd had a pressure surge. My heart started beating even faster, knowing Kevin and I would keep holding. "You two are fucking weird," Brian laughed and waved his hand at us, "I'm leaving." He opened his car door and got inside. "See ya," Kevin and I said, and then it was just us. "Aww shit," Kevin said right as Brian drove away. "What?" I asked. "Our cars are on the other side of the school." I laughed, "You gonna make it?" "Yeah," Kevin said, obviously not completely sure. "Okay," I laughed, hand still in my pocket. "What about you?" he asked, looking at my crotch. My bladder felt rock solid by then, and honestly I was a little nervous about making it home anymore, but honestly, the hand in my pocket was more to hide my hard on than to help my bladder. I thought I’d be fine, but I wanted Kevin to feel like it was okay to admit how badly he had to go. So, I grabbed myself a bit and said "God, I dunno" and laughed weakly. "Oh, shit," he laughed. "Let's go then," and he started walking towards our cars. I followed at his side. "Gah," he exclaimed, and did a kind of dance and bent at the knees. "I know," I said laughing, "I dunno if I've ever had to go this bad before." At that point in my life, I’m sure that was true. At least, I'd definitely never had to go so badly in front of a friend, or probably anyone. "Me neither," he admitted, "I feel like I'm gonna pop," he took one hand out of his pants and made an exploding gesture, his other hand clearly working his dick through his pocket. "Don't get any on me!" I laughed, and pretended to work myself through my pocket too - I remember thinking it was too dangerous to actually touch myself at the time, I was just too close to wetting my pants (in more than one way, I guess!). Kevin laughed and groaned a bit, clearly still in pain, and moved the hand not in his pocket onto his stomach, rubbing it a bit. "How're you gonna get home?" I asked him, knowing he lived maybe another 20 minutes away from school. "Oh, God," he moaned, "I dunno." "I live closer if you want me to take you by?" I asked, really just not wanting this to end. "I dunno," he said, in a way that probably meant 'no.' We stayed quiet for a few steps, until he bent over and said "Aww, fuck..." That got my heart pounding even harder - Kevin was not a guy that swore often, so I knew it had to be bad for him now. "You okay?" I asked him. "Dude, I... I really want to piss, but I don't want to get caught," he said, talking about the cameras again. "Then get going," I egged him on, "we're almost halfway there." We had to walk past two buildings to our parking spots, and we were almost past the first one. We walked on for a bit, until my bladder decided to contract a bit, and without really thinking about it I decided to hold us up for a little while. “Ohhh, oww,” I moaned. “See?” Kevin shoved my side a bit, “It’s not so easy to walk when you’re about to piss everywhere.” The way he stressed the word ‘piss’ did not help at all. “Shut up,” I laughed. I was overreacting, sure, but I was genuinely in pain. Kevin laughed, and I got myself under control again and we kept walking. We joked for a bit as we kept walking, a little more slowly and carefully than before, I noticed, which I didn’t mind since it felt like I had a balloon inflated in my stomach, and I was actually hard enough that walking was making my briefs and shorts kind of rub my dick, which didn’t help hide the fact that I was hard. Honestly, my balls were hurting as badly as my bladder at this point, and felt like they were just as full. I kept my dick off to the side and my hand in that pocket so that Kevin wouldn’t see it, hopefully. He hadn’t mentioned anything yet, so I thought it must be working to hide it from him. “Oh, thank God, there’s my car,” I said, pointing it out. “Where’s yours?” “It’s around the other side of the building,” he moaned. “Want a ride?” I offered (for completely selfless reasons, I promise!). “Nah,” Kevin dismissed, “It’s not that far.” I kind of got mixed hot and cold signals from Kevin, if you know what I mean, and couldn’t tell if it was okay to press the subject of how bad we had to pee. Once we got closer to my car though, he swore and jiggled a bit again, so I figured it was okay to tease each other more. “What’s wrong?” I asked again, teasing, “Gotta piss?” I shoved him with one hand while the other was in my pocket, and he ended up turning around so that we were facing each other. “Oh!” Kevin exclaimed, in a genuinely pained way that got my heart pounding, because I knew something went wrong. He didn’t answer and just stood frozen on the spot, and I was throbbing and kept my eyes frozen on his pants. When I saw a small wet spot appear next to his hand and grow a little bit, I totally lost it. My eyes were hyper focused on his pants, and I tried to stifle a grunt, but I know I failed. “Ohhh, fuuuuuu…,” I moaned, pushed my thighs together and bent forward and at the knees, and I felt my cock throbbing. My cum wet through my underwear to my hand. There was a tiny part of my brain that knew what I was doing and felt utterly humiliated, but honestly, at that moment I kind of kicked into autopilot. It’s weird to explain, but it was as if I was watching myself do everything I was doing rather than actually doing it myself. I knew I was blushing furiously, and it only got worse as I felt a wet leg of my shorts slap against my thigh and cling tightly to it. I don’t know how long I came, but I know I came a *lot*. I felt my briefs soaked through, as thoroughly as if I had been pissing myself. Kevin was still bent over grabbing himself, but he was looking right at my pants, just like I was looking at his. I made a noise, a groan I guess. I looked down, and I was soaked, with probably a dinner plate sized patch centered at the bottom of my fly, which was all painfully obvious on the baby blue colored khaki material. The legs of my shorts legs were sticking to my thighs thanks to the cum. “I, uhh … guess I had to piss too,” I heard myself saying, my brain apparently trying to come up with a probably pointless cover story. Kevin stood up and laughed. He shoved me towards my car and started walking away towards his, still laughing. I took a few steps back to keep my balance and feeling my shorts cling to my thighs dominated my attention. I knew I was soaked. “Go home, quick then,” he called after me. I got my keys out of my bag and got into my car. As I sat down, first thing I did was look towards Kevin to see if I could see anything, but I couldn’t. I only saw him walking to his car. After a few seconds, I remembered I still actually had to piss, pretty badly too, especially now that I was getting soft. I hurriedly drove out of the school parking lot, still on auto-pilot still out of the shock of what just happened. Part of me thought I couldn’t make it home without pissing myself, and I looked around my car. I found a large soda cup and pulled off to the side of the road just before I got to the first stop sign on my way home (I lived in the country, so no one was around on the roads, really). Not totally in control of myself yet, I pulled open my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I looked at my briefs - they were a stretchy blue material that had gone from blue to almost transparent. I may as well have pissed myself for how wet my underwear was. As I was doing looking at them, someone passed by the intersection, but they didn’t go towards me. Nervous about being seen now, I just put my package up to the cup lid without pulling down my underwear, and just let go. Feeling the pee soak over my dick and through my underwear snapped me back out of autopilot. I jerked as I came back to, and realized the cup was almost full. I tried to cut it off, but I couldn't do it in time and part of it overflowed onto my shorts, not that it really made a difference. I put myself back in my shorts and looked for what to do with the full cup. I spurted a bit out while I was looking. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, and checked outside. No one was coming, so I opened the door and tossed the contents of the cup outside. I leaked again, and did what I was doing before, I was wet enough that it didn’t matter if my briefs got wetter. If that was even possible. I sighed in relief as I felt the pee flow over my underwear and over my skin and thought about what I was going to do to get home. I still lived with my parents, of course, and it wasn’t late enough that they’d be asleep. Lucky for me, I had a large pair of large, black basketball shorts in my car, and I could change before I got home. I finished up, did my pants back up again, and started driving home. I put them on over my wet shorts quickly as I got out of the car at home, said “hi” to my parents and blew past them, and shut the door to my room, my heart pounding again. I looked at my phone, and I’d sat on the side of the road pissing myself for long enough that Kevin would have gotten home. “Make it home okay?” I texted him. I was getting hard again just standing there, and took off the basketball shorts. “Aye, all the way home 😜 Hurt so bad though” he texted back. I reached into my pocket again and rubbed, only a few times, but it was enough to bring me off for the second time that night, not that you could tell. Afterwards, I changed, showered and fell right to sleep.

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