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  1. As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.
  2. In one city, children were playing on the playground: they were skating with slides, jumped on a trampoline, drove cars, built figures from sand... Life was boiling with might and main. Parents, bored, sat on the benches, and watched their children. One young mother was sitting there alone there - slender, attractive A girl in a skirt and tights, throwing her legs over her legs. -Gosha! – she shouted to her son, "Go to mommy." Son, reluctantly Distracted from the game, he ran up. Mom shook off his pants. -Not Have you played more? Shall we go home?" -No Mommy, I'm not enough, I want to stay a little longer. -Ok Son, only for a short time, mommy already wants to go home. -Okay- He said and ran on. Passed for a while. His mother called him again and said that it was time to get ready. That I tried to persuade him to stay longer. She promised him to buy something delicious if They will go now, but my son just shook his head. She whispered something to him ear, and then, sighing, he agreed to go. They went to the bus stop. Came. We began to wait for the minibus. - Why are you You'll buy it for me, mommy, - the kid inquired. - What are you talking about Want? - His mother asked him. - Cake! -Ok You will have a cake! They sat down in the Shuttle. The driver did not go immediately, waiting for the cabin to be filled. Gosha immediately sat down at the window. The driver drove off after another one entered the cabin The passenger is a drunken man. He, not a fool, sat down opposite the young mother. That She threw one leg over the other and turned away. A peasant, on the contrary, with admiration and he looked at her with appetite. While her son was commenting aloud on everything he saw in the window, The peasant, never turning away, tried to strike up a conversation with the girl. Mother turned away, ignored at first, and then only dryly and briefly answered the questions of an annoying passenger. -Mom Look, what a cool car! - little Gosha pointed his finger out the window. - This is a BMW, - the peasant answered him, despite the fact that they addressed him not to him, - but to you Name? -Gosha! –with The kid answered readily. - And What's your mana name?" - Mama Sveta. - And she has Are you always so strict? - She doesn't Stiff! She really wants to go to the toilet! Mummy blushed thickly... - Gosha, - she said pointedly, - what are you saying? And even to someone else's uncle. My little dreamer! -Ouch I'm sorry, - the child covered his mouth with his hand, taken aback, and said quietly, - but you don't give me I said what I wanted when I was sitting on the bench. Bus stopped, but no one got out, and another passenger entered the cabin. Had the girl to move and put her son on her lap. He twitched all the time. Mummy whispered something in his ear, and he calmed down a little. Then she told him again I asked for something, the baby moved Forward and asked aloud: - So don't Presses? Mummy She took her wallet out of her purse and prepared a bill. -On stop it, - she said loudly. While Gosha jumped down the steps, she paid the driver and went out after him. I took my son by the hand. -Rather hurry Gosha, mommy urgently needs to go home! - she said to her son. - And you promised to buy me a cake! -Buy certainly, Gosha, if she promised, then I will buy it, - his mother told him, shifting from foot to foot, at a traffic light. Looked on the sides, and, not seeing the cars, began to cross the street. - Mummy The cool light is on! - said the observant kid, - and you need to walk on the green! - That's right, on the green, but there are no cars yet... And mom very urgently needs to get there home... However Her haste turned out to be a god. A traffic police car was parked on the corner. From there, the Strict inspector. -Junior Lieutenant Vereseyev. Do we violate traffic rules? Young The nurse, trying to pretend to be a fool, fluttered her eyelashes, as if she did not know and I didn't notice. - You need to be with a child doubly Careful. Now there are such reckless drivers on the roads. Let's go to the car, I'll write you out fine. Sveta sighed heavily and together with son got into the car. The inspector was filling out the protocols, and the girl was nervous, blushed and panicked. - Don't worry so much! Simply Next time, do not violate! He said, giving him a pen and a protocol, "Here, Read and sign. You can pay the receipt at any branch bank. Take care! - I'll try not to break it again, - she assured, - Gosha, let's go! They got out of the car. Girl I was angry with the inspectors. - Here, only women are fined from children, for some reason others are not monitored, - she said. - Why arent's other being watched? - the inquisitive kid picked up the last phrase. - I don't know, Gosha, mommy She wants to go to the toilet very much, and here they are not on time! Children's curiosity, if began to manifest itself, then the stream of questions will be endless for children. - Do you want to pee or poop? - The kid continued to be interested. - Gosha, but is it possible for mom Ask such questions? She was embarrassed. "But you made me laugh always when I was little," the savvy child objected, and immediately mimicked his mother, "Gosha, you don't Do you want to poop or pee?" - Oh, Gosha, don't be ridiculous, Please, mommy, otherwise I'll definitely pee with you now! –Smiled mummy. -Aha! - he guessed, - So, You need to pee! -Yes! You are right! I really want to. Yet When you played in the children's town. I've been putting up with it ever since... "And even when you were riding in a minibus?" - Especially when in a minibus Drove! I thought I wouldn't make it... - Why didn't you think you would get there? - Because when you pressed on mommy's stomach, when he sat on my lap and twirled,. And mommy is a little Because of this, I did not pee. - And why did you say then that Am I a dreamer? "When did I say that?" "When I told that uncle that You want to go to the toilet, and you called me a little dreamer. "Because, son, you can't to talk about such things to strangers, and those more uncles. - Why? - Because dad will swear, if he finds out. - Why will dad swear? - Because that's why that's it ends with "u" - she replied and quickened her pace. "Mommy," he whimpered, "I don't I keep up with you. - Gosha, if you don't then I won't have time to go somewhere... The baby lagged behind, and his mother pulled him hand forward. - Son, let's run with our legs! Mommy can barely stand it anymore! - She asked. He, looking at his mother, entered her position and began to quickly move his childish, small legs. "Oh, sssssss "Sweat, mommy, a little Left, - the child encouraged his mother. "Thank you, my dear. They ran to the house. Dam I dialed the number on the intercom, and, shifting from foot to foot, talked as I walked a call: "Well, hurry, hurry, hurry!" -Yes! A low, masculine voice rang out Voice from the speaker. - Sasha, it's us, - she answered. The door opened. They climbed the Steps. The elevator was on the first floor. She pressed the call button, entered the booth with Gosha and the door closed... … On the sixth floor, the doors opened, Sveta jumped out of the elevator with a red face, followed by her son. She abruptly burst into the apartment, on the threshold of which her husband was standing. - How we walked, my love, - He asked, patting his wife on the ass, - Was it raining outside? Without answering, without undressing and Without taking off my shoes, Sveta ran to the bathroom. -Gosh. What happened to mother? - The father asked his son. - Mommy really wanted to go to the toilet. She peed her pants in the elevator ... - Gosha, aren't you ashamed?! – A voice came from the toilet. *** And 9 months later, Gosha A sister appeared...
  3. At that time, I was alone. Some of the friends got married, others They got girls, others were just too lazy to go out. In general, I'm time From time to time, he went to nightclubs alone in search of interesting things and have a good time. Once again, Sitting at a table, I looked at the dance floor. Among others There was one girl on whom I stopped my look. Well-groomed, beautiful, dressed to the nines, she kept herself aloof and apart from the rest, moving rhythmically and beautifully to the music. Shoes glittered, reflecting the light of the spotlights. But to hell with their shoes, the most interesting thing began above: my gaze slowly rose upwards, tracing the infinitely long, Slender legs dressed in dark tights. As if following the course of my thoughts, the owner of these legs turned 180 degrees, allowing her to make sure that they were on the other side as well. no less beautiful. Taking advantage of the new angle, I enjoyed it again beauty growing out of her shoes, his eyes lingered on her hips, and then they They disappeared under their skirts, as if to say, "A little bit of a good thing." However, there is more to come better. Starting from the edges of the skirt with the slit, which is from the dance of its mistress diverged and then came together again, allowing me to see the edge of the hidden thighs, And continuing above, the convex shape of the butt could be traced. I just couldn't take my eyes off her! It began with a semi-oval from the upper edge of the slit of the skirt, reaching the peak of its bulges in the center, and again decreased all the way to the back. In addition, it was spinning to the music, and seemed to be calling to her... You could stare at her endlessly But the girl changed her perspective again, and I continued my research. A little higher of the described part of the body, after the girl's turn, I examined with my eyes Lovely tummy. Above the thighs hidden under the skirt, if you follow the contour of the body, a graceful curve began waist, and below the graceful neck there were bulges, two in number. I'm talking about breasts. And it's beautiful A cute, beautiful, pretty face. A sharp, snub-nosed nose. Big Eyes with beautiful eyelashes. Sponges. And this unearthly beauty was closed by red-haired, curvaceous hair that falls to the shoulder blades of its owner. Exhausted from the dance, the girl returned for her V. I. P. table. Sat down on the Double sofa. I rummaged through my purse. She took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes. Pulled She lit a cigarette and leaned back in a relaxed way. Did a few puffs and reached for a glass of foamy drink. Usually girls They prefer wine, martini, champagne, liqueur, and they say "ugh" about beer. But Judging by the fact that this lady took a big sip, she was clearly not one of those. I kept watching her. She looked about twenty-eight years old. Multiple times She shot her eyes in my direction, and a couple of times our eyes met... Then she reached back into her bag. This time she took out the ringing phone. Made and started talking to someone. I watched her facial expressions closely. Apparently, it was a boyfriend who called. She alternated between smiling and talking. Then her lips whispered invisibly, most likely, "Well, that's it, kisses. Bye-bye," and she I put my cell phone back. Our eyes met for the third time, and she smiled at me, letting me know that she had noticed my interest in her for a long time, and showing that I'm okay too... A minute later, the situation repeated. She is She smiled more intensely and playfully wagged her finger at me. Then she picked it up again her glass and took another sip of beer. She looked at me again. In response, I shook His head slightly, he said, "Does such a gorgeous young lady drink beer?" and smiled too. So we flirted silently from our seats, cheering each other up, having fun at the same time. Dance The music was replaced by a slow composition. My Lovely Flirting Partner stopped the waitress. Ordered more something. The waitress nodded, changed the ashtray, and picked up the empty glass. Redhead The beast opened her purse. She took out a mirror. I looked into it. Corrected hair. She brushed something off her eyelashes. Cleaned mirror, stood up. My thighs opened up again, starting at the edges skirts and hidden under the table. She straightened her skirt, slung her bag over her shoulder, and I'm going somewhere. Wasting no time or wanting to miss such a moment, I I reacted instantly. He abruptly got up from his seat and in the blink of an eye He blocked her way and invited her to a slow dance. Pretty girl, after thinking for a while, She came back, put her purse on the couch, and came back. Put her arms around my neck and I put my hands on her waist and we swirled in a slow dance. - Alexey, I said. - Olya, - she answered. - You're very beautiful girl, Olga. - Come on "You," she said, "thank you for the compliment. -First I see such a combination: a girl like you and a beer at the same table. - That's right Surprises? She smiled. -Honestly Saying yes. - Do you know It's not the first time I've heard this. But I can't help it. That's just the way I am! Love beer. - This and Surprises. You're the only one here, aren't you? -Yes... You know. Sometimes I like to sit alone. Without girlfriends. Just dancing Relax, think, beer, again, drink. How about you? -Yes You know, I'm going through the same period right now. Everyone's lazy, so I'm doing lonely sorties from time to time. -And girl? -A what girl? - Girl U Are you there? -Free "Like an iceberg in the ocean," I joked, "what about you?" I guess I have a boyfriend. In Response The girl showed me her right hand, on the ring finger of which was emblazoned Emerald wedding ring. -I got it. And How does your husband feel about going to nightclubs? Isn't he afraid to let go alone? -Afraid Of course. But what to do. I'm not a tame animal. I'm a cat that walks on its own self. -So He's the one who called fifteen minutes ago. Didn't scold? - That's right... Quick-witted, - laughed Olga, - Yes. He. He asked me what I was doing. Said I'm sitting In the bar, I drink beer. He has just gone on a business trip. And what are you like curious? - To my husband Yours is lucky. With my wife. - Ouch. You will You just don't know me! -To me What I see is enough. - All of you Men are the same. They'll see the leg, the ass, the breasts, and that's it – the mouth is watering, the mind eclipsed... -No "Of course," I joked, "the main thing is spirituality and a good person. And let's look at it We're looking at a woman to get a better look at her soul! "That's what I am I saw how you, while I was dancing, looked at the "soul" in me, but for some reason looked for it in my legs, and then in my legs. breasts," she laughed. "Of course! I exclaimed, "you have a lot of it. Souls, I mean. -Yes yes. Tell me honestly that he was staring at my ass. - And at the butt There's a soul! I said philosophically. Olya Laughed. -Funny you, Lyoshka, - she said, and suddenly pressed herself against me. Gary Moore's solo "Still got the blues for you». A rapid dance began. - Let's go for my table," Olga suddenly suggested, "otherwise we'll be shooting with our eyes shooting Cupid's air arrows at each other. We'd better sit and talk. We sat down. Olga pulled a fresh glass of beer closer to her. I ordered tea. -You will Smoke? She asked -No. -Good job! You'll die healthy. Do you mind if I smoke? -No. Olga lit a cigarette, and leaned back on the couch again, taking a puff and releasing a puff of fragrant smoke. She threw one leg over the other. -Well "Tell me," she asked, "how you I've come to such a life... So am i Told. Then she told me her biography. However, it is quite a typical Story: A girl from a good, rich family. I've been a lovely child since I was a child, not devoid of material goods and parental love. My father was often away. Then school. Good ratings. University. It's an interesting job. Marriage for a well-to-do man. After that, Olga's transition to another, less time-consuming one at the request of her husband. Frequent business trips of the spouse. Now they are planning to have children. But lately, boredom sometimes arises from the satiety of life. In such cases moments she goes somewhere to a nightclub or bar and just prefers Sit alone, drink your favorite alcoholic beverage. On a day like this, or rather Late evening, turning into night, I caught her... Conversation smoothly moved into the field of hobbies. Olya was delighted to learn that I I am engaged in music and literature. Especially when I found out that I sometimes play and write Stories. -Write About me! She asked. - Absolutely, I promised, and I kept my word. Talked about music. Olga turned out to have good taste and knowledge in this field of art. Then we switched to literature. It turned out that we have one favorite writer – Charles Bukowski. We discussed his novel Women. Henry Miller came to mind. Sergei Dovlatov was mentioned. It turned out that both of them had watched the film several times Oliver Stone's Doors. Then they began to discuss the works of Sigmund Freud. -To me it seems, Olga mused, that Freud had problems with women. Or with Potency. Because, according to his theory, everything in our country proceeds, I'm sorry, from one thing Places. - And the old man was right, - I said, - and he didn't have a problem with sex or women. Having six children confirmation. - Well, not Yes I know. Are all people only concerned with sex? - All. To one degree or another. Maybe not preoccupied, but longing for it. And there are those who pretend that not only preoccupied, and even allegedly not interested, and are publicly indignant, like, how can you even think about sex and so to talk more about it. Such people can be recognized by their serious faces. The Most Ardent Adversaries love to preach and moralize. But in fact, it's just a mask – protective psychological barrier. Sanctimony. Personally, though, I think it's the strongest The instinct that drives most people is not sexuality, but the desire for power. A desire to move up the hierarchical ladder. -Think? Not aspiration Does money drive people? -Person Those who have power, as a rule, are not deprived of women's attention. And the money It is not an end, but a means. You can buy sex with them. But the authorities do not. In any case, not always -Not I agree with you. Personally, I've always preferred men who I like them, regardless of their position in society. So sex, if you can buy, then not with everyone. I He looked at her carefully. Once again, I was convinced of the well-groomed and obvious, soft Speaking of the girl's poverty, judging by her clothes. - But You married a man who was not poor... - It's still doesn't mean that I belong to him completely. It's up to me anyway communication and people. For example, I liked you right away, and that's the only reason why I Now I'm talking to you, and not to that, for example, moneybag sitting opposite... And Then, for some reason, you were also looking at me, and not at that fat girl... Approximately In this vein, we communicated. Then Olya asked if I liked erotic films by Tinto Brass. It turned out that our tastes coincided here as well. And Ole and I like the films "Breaking the Taboos" and "Monella". "That's it, Olga confirmed, taking mints out of her bag, handed one to me, and the other she put in her mouth, especially "Monella". The heroine of the film looks like me... -Yes?! -Aha- Olga winked, "And my husband is also somewhat similar to the hero of the film... -I understand Now, why are you alone in a nightclub... Olga said nothing. She snuggled up to me. She put her hand on my arm. - Which one What's your favorite scene in this movie? She asked. - I like the episode where the girl got drunk in the bar, and began to dance with the Mexicans on the dance floor, trying to make them jealous Groom. He was angry, then she called him a fool, freaked out, and got into a taxi. The taxi driver, as you remember, began to molest her, and the girl, accusing the men of that they all want the same thing, got out of the car in the rain. Though a few more Minutes ago, she was actively seducing Mexicans in front of her fiancé. -Aha! To me Also like this scene. Especially when she's walking alone in the warm rain. His clothes got wet, and clinging to his body, he became transparent. Her chest was showing through. Because the girl didn't wear a bra. - And panties also? -No! She put on her panties," Olga objected, "because then they showed how She sat down, took them off, and peed in the rain. -One In a word, a monella," I summed up. Olga nodded in agreement. She snuggled closer to me. Moved her face and our Lips met in a kiss... Came waitress. She removed the second empty glass from the table. Olga asked me to bring the bill. A slow dance began. We walked out onto the dance floor. From drinking beer, the red-haired beast got drunk. She wrapped her arms around my neck. We continued our kiss, but this time in dance. The scent of her body, mixed with the faint smell of expensive perfume, intoxicated me. I He held the girl tighter to him. She is She shuddered, and pulled back a little. The kiss was still uninterrupted. In a rush I held her close to me again. Olga broke the kiss. - Lesha. You will You're putting pressure on my stomach. I want to pee! -Forgive me. I won't do it anymore. We are We continued to kiss. -Listen! And Come visit me," she suggested. "To you?" And What about your husband? - Oh, Lyosha, Don't be ridiculous. My husband is very far away now. Sleeps for sure. And then after kissing It's too late to think about morality. What did you say about soul searching?.. "You're the same You understand that I'm happy to look for it from you... - And I don't against! You don't have to look for a soul in me. You can just search for something... -In In fact, I've already found a lot of interesting things in you... We are We returned to the table. Olga pulled her wallet and phone out of her bag. Invested in a book with a check brought by the waitress. She threw one leg over the other. Ordered taxi. A waitress came up and took the bill. We headed for the exit. By this time, The crowd grew, so much so that we could hardly squeeze through the dance floor Exit. The cloakroom was crowded with newly arrived visitors. I took the queue behind outerwear. Olga handed me her number. - I'm now I'll be back, - she said, kissed and after kissed She went to the "ladies' room. Cloakroom attendant She did her job dashingly. The queue was rapidly decreasing. I handed over two numbers cloakroom attendant. She scurried back to her desk, and came back with her jacket and mink sheepskin coat of my companion. At that moment, Olga returned. - There's such a line, you can't push through, - she complained. Getting Dressed and taking one last look in the mirror, she I straightened my hair and we walked out of the club into the street. -Ooh. Fresh air! She said, - taking a deep breath, - Where's our taxi? Olya got it phone and called back. -Hello! Girl, we ordered a taxi, - she said, shifting from foot to foot -. Five minutes? Will it work now? Ok. Just tell me to hurry! Cleaned Tube. - To the toilet I just want to! She said cross-legged. -Go until they leave, I advised. -Where to? I looked around on the sides. "There, though I pointed to a dumpster fenced off by a small brick a fence with holes. -There?! - "Oh, no! I'm not drunk enough to be behind the garbage dumps yet to relieve oneself. - Come on. Who will see you at night? Nearby Voices and laughter could be heard. Then drunken screams. - You never know. They can also rape you... - I'm fasting on guard. - Oh, yes! She retorted. -I I'll turn away - No, not I'll go, - she stammered. Waiting dragged on. Olga stared into the distance at the road, waiting for the car. I've been watching ney. She stood nervously and rhythmically stamped on the spot. Then she brought her knees together and She rubbed her thigh against her thigh evenly. Then she closed her thighs tightly together shifting the knee of her right leg a little higher, and raised her right shin parallel Land. She rubbed her hand over her lower abdomen. She began to dance again. She folded her arms on breasts and stepped on her feet in one place. - Oh "Service," she exclaimed, breaking the silence and my silent observation, " You can pee on the spot while you wait for them... -Go- I said, "Until they leave." - Hmm, for Garbage? She asked, still breaking down, but already doubtfully. In this year, Instantly we heard the sound of an approaching car, we were illuminated by the headlights. Our Taxi arrived. -Not I had time," said Olya, "well, all right, I'll go home..." We sat down on the Rear seat. Olga gave the address. The driver stepped on the gas, and the night The establishment was left behind. The car drove onto the highway. Soon Olya and I repeated in the soft version a scene from the movie "No Exit", in a taxi, performing it no worse than Kevin Costner and Sean Young. However, without partitions and nudity. A what did not in the least diminish passion and sensuality. However, unlike the stage In the film, the taxi driver didn't pay the slightest attention to us. Or pretended. And we kept kissing. Not at all tired of this occupation, Despite the fact that it was started at the club. In the interior of the car, there was a loud music. It didn't bother us. Vice versa muffled the driver's smacking sound. Still, we decided to take a break and interrupted for a moment. -Ooh. That's great," Olya said softly and excitedly. -I agree with you! - Only at I feel like my bladder is going to explode... - And I'll tell you offered to go! -Yes I know. But No problem. Let's hope for the best. And we're here again They continued kissing. Olga gently took my wrist and guided my palm to the middle of my thigh, hinting that they don't end immediately under the skirt either. I continued Tactile research. Got to the central point very quickly between the thighs... He rested on something soft, warm, hidden under a double cloth panties and pantyhose. Olya began to breathe more often and deeply. She rolled her eyes, that now I could only see squirrels without pupils. With my index finger I began to drive at the center point under the skirt over the fabric up and down. Then he pressed lightly into the deepening, stretching the fabric of the tights until elastic. The temperature at this point was rising. And soon the fabric became get wet... Olya spread her hips a little wider, and moved to the edge of the seat. To me It became more and more difficult to control myself. Though I wanted like to Kevin Costner in the movie, just fence off the partition and continue the pleasure occupation... I withdrew my hand, deciding to save the sweets for later... We kissed for more minutes two. Then they stopped. Olga returned to her original position, pulling herself up Back. I looked out the window. - It's almost We have arrived, - she said. I stroked her Hand. She rested her head on my shoulder. She brought her knees together. - To the toilet Want. I don't have the strength, - she complained. -Want Exit? -No. I'll get there somehow... If I don't explode, - she joked. Through For a moment Olga looked out of the window again. She closed her knees. Pushing my body a little forward, She bent over and rubbed her legs with her palms. Once again Straightened. She began to jerk her legs, banging her knee against her knee. She bit her lip. She put her hand on top of her skirt in the groin area. Inhale involuntarily several times She made a dull "sss" sound. She rose abruptly and moved closer to the back of the seat. Then she began to crawl on the spot. She threw one leg over the other. She bit her lip. Again She bent down, still holding her hand over her skirt, in the area of the intimate part of her body... The shoe of his right foot, being weightless, swung up and down like a pendulum. I changed the position of my legs, throwing my left leg over my right. Now another shoe swayed from side to side. Olga looked out of the window again impatiently. Straightened. She fidgeted. She took a deep breath and exhaled. Again on the inhale she said the sound of "s", and on the exhale she uttered a weak, quiet "ouch", ending with a sigh. -Can Shall we go out after all? I asked again, "I can't bear to look at your Torment. - Yes, already A little bit left," she said, trying to convince herself of it. -Vide. You're torturing yourself! -After It happens like beer," she said, bending over and wrapping her arms around her hips. For a few seconds I sat in the such a situation. She straightened up again, fidgeted, and without lifting her heels from the floor, began to tap her feet on its surface. Her face was concentrated. She bit her lip. Her teeth chattered. - We're almost there, - she reassured I'm going to burst myself... We drove up to an area where The houses of the most prosperous residents of the city were located. - Stop here, please, She said loudly to the taxi driver, and said to me a little more quietly, "I can't take it anymore! Right away I'll pee. The car stopped at a fork in the road. To the side, through the window, I saw a fence, behind which I could see a two-storey, chic cottage. I paid the taxi driver. Opening the door, I thanked the driver. He came out and gave his hand to his friend. She threw her legs over to the street, handed it to me and with difficulty straightened, she got out of the car. She immediately wrapped her arm around her my biceps. The taxi driver turned around and drove away. -Rather! Go! –Cried Olga, pointing with her free hand in the direction of the fence behind which he was ? -I thought I wouldn't be able to stand it in a taxi. We went through a few quickly, quickly Metres away. Olga attached the electronic key and the gate leaves automatically swung open. There was a small gazebo in front of the cottage. Through the window of the gazebo I I could see what looked like a cauldron. In summer, you can sit in it, grill kebabs, meat, sausages... To the left and right were lawns, and between them was a narrow path leading us to the porch of a two-story house. I let his companion go forward, and she, nervously clicking her heels, swiftly was approaching the house. She walked up the porch, and shifting from foot to foot, I started to open my bag. The sudden movement made her drop it, but she managed to grab by the strap. I coped with the lightning and began to rummage through it. - Key, key, - several times She said, - Where is the key? Trembling hands rummaged through his bag. His legs danced a fast dance. Then she squatted down abruptly. - Lyosha, - in a trembling voice She said, - I can't find the keys. Help me, please! A twinge of tenderness came over me ney. - I'll find it now, Olya, not Worry, - I reassured the girl. - Find it, please. I can't Already have. I really need te pee very bad! I reached into my bag and instantly He pulled out the keys. Tears welled up on Olga's eyelids... - Thank you, dear, -Getting up, she said happily, and smacked me on the lips. I managed to to wipe a tear from her face... From the third Once Olya hit the keyhole with the keyhole, and we went into the hallway. Never Stopping Olga felt for the switch and turned on the light in the hallway. - I need to pee, I want to pee. Toilet! She said, unbuttoning her sheepskin coat. I took off my jacket and hung it on Hanger. Then he untied the laces on his shoes and put them on the shoe stand. From the sharp movement of Olya's hand, the button from the sheepskin coat came off and jumped along the semi. She spun around like a yula and froze. I helped Olga undress. Removing from her sheepskin coat, I inadvertently touched her breasts. Now she's in front of the mirror appeared before me again in the form that I saw for the first time today. Instinct kicked in, and I put my hand on her skirt at the back... - Lyosha... Me to pee We have to start first! She warned me, at the same time instinctively sticking out her ass Back. The hallway was filled with pleasant the scent of Olga's body and perfume. She tried to take off her shoes, but they didn't succumbed. - Lyosha, help me, please! – she pleaded. I squatted down and helped Rid her feet of her shoes. But my gaze was again hypnotized by Olina's legs. I I took a closer look... - Lyosha, Lyosha! I stood up, put my hand on the Olga's buttocks, and kissed her. - There's a jacuzzi and a toilet upstairs, - Olga whispered to me impatiently. I took her in my arms, as again in No Way Out, when Tom Farrell returned from a trip, and when he arrived, he was carried to the Susan Atwell's beloved bedroom, but he carried the girl not to the bedroom, but to the bedroom. toilet... -Ouch! sss! I'm going to myself now. Olya wailed. I kissed her back. Came. I put Olya on her feet. - Will you wait for me?" She asked near the door leading to the amenities, amusingly, in my opinion, clasped with your hands crotch with a hand over a skirt. I pulled her closer to me and Kissed. In response, the girl, with all her passion, wrapped her arms around my back and dug into my back Lips in mine like a vampire. Mutual excitement grew. - Lyosha, let me go, Please, or I'll pee now - " she whispered to me. - It's okay, - he didn't let go I'm the one who writes it if you want to. In a fit of passion, forgetting myself, Like on the dance floor during the kiss, he held the girl close to him. She oohed moving away. I reached under her skirt with my hand and found a damp cloth underneath pantyhose on the inside of the thighs... There was a faint smell in the air of the girl who peed... - I peed a little in my panties, when you held me close to you, - Olga said, folding her lips into a bow and giggling. - Why restrain yourself? All You'll have to change your underwear later," I said. "Do you want me to pee?" – Olya asked. - I won't mind, - I said. We opened the door and walked into the Bathroom. Though it was more like a room: large in area; In it There was a large shower cubicle, a wide jacuzzi, and a toilet on the edge. The red-haired beast ran to the shower stall, opened the door, and, without undressing, stood In front of my eyes, she peed right in her pantyhose... - I peed myself, - in a childish way Biting her lip, she said, looking down playfully like a little girl. - Ay yay yay, - playing along with Ole, I shook my head reproachfully, "Such a big girl pees in her pants." "I didn't do it on purpose, Daddy," Getting used to the role, she said, "I endured the whole trip. I've been holding on with all my might. I tried very hard. But I couldn't take it anymore. "Okay, baby, don't worry," Coming closer, I reassured her, "But don't do that again!" Just tell Daddy What do you want to write and don't tolerate! - Okay, I'll try more like that don't do. Help me take off my pantyhose. I started to take off her pantyhose, but Her panties slipped down with them. Olya, wasting no time, took off her jacket and pulled off her T-shirt. She unbuttoned her bra and stood naked in front of me. Pressed button, and warm water poured from above. "Come to me, Daddy," she beckoned With her finger she gave me. I threw off my clothes and joined it, closing the door behind him Door to the cubicle. Under the running water, we hugged and kissed. For some reason, this is how it is for us I'm not tired of just kissing. I put my hands on Olga's buttocks. He began to stroke them. He pressed her tighter to him, but this time Olya did not shrink back, but on the contrary - pressed tighter to me. My aroused penis rested against Olin's tummy. Index With my finger I began to caress Olenka's anus. Then he lowered his hand and went in with his fingers inside Olya's hole, wet and open... Soon, her hole let her inside the part of me that wanted to get into it so much. I think she's found there and Soul... From time to time I slapped my hand on Olya's buttocks, which made the girl rolled her eyes, sighed, and moaned almost like in a taxi, only not from needs, and from enjoyment... After the shower, we moved to the Bedroom. And for a long time they continued to search for the soul... Exhausted, they fell asleep Only in the morning. We woke up in the afternoon. Naked happy and satisfied. Almost. Because as soon as Olya got up and accidentally showed me her ass, my penis did not remain indifferent to her buttocks. I moved Olga, or rather her ass, closer to me. Kissed both buttocks. And then he explored the cave with his tongue. Olga, in gratitude, after She performed a similar operation on me. It all ended with the other side of life, oh which Freud reasoned so much. After breakfast, I called a taxi. We are We kissed goodbye. Olga escorted me to the gate. We're going to have a long time Kissed. Then I got out, got into a taxi that arrived on time and drove away... A lot of times I've been after in this but I never met Olga...
  4. I will tell you about one incident from my life. I studied in the tenth grade Class. A friend of mine met a guy. His name was Dmitry. Soon she invited me to join their company. They gathered in the attic of the house where one of the partygoers lived. We're almost It wasn't every day that we hung out with them. There was even a tennis table, benches, The boys were singing songs with the guitar, others were playing cards. I was As they say, she was an "excellent student", she did everything lessons, and I didn't tell my parents about these meetings. Truth be told, I liked it Dima was the main reason for me to be in this company. But I'm She kept silent about it as well. For a long time, I could not understand how he felt about me. Somehow once we went to play tennis with him and after the game he touched my hand and then We kissed. You could say they started dating, although no one knew about it. My friend liked it too. On that day I lied to her that I would stay at home, and I went on a date with Dima. We went for a walk, then he suggested play tennis. It was our first meeting in private. We only kissed But no more! Soon the other guys pulled up, and we pretended to just By chance, we were here before the others. Although it was kind of strange to sit one among the guys. Then everything happened as usual: cards, tennis, songs. Then I wanted to go to the toilet and began to get ready to go home (one of the disadvantages of hanging out at attic - lack of amenities). Dima said that he would see me off. We went to the street, and he confessed that he did not want to go back, but would rather stay with me. To me It was very nice to hear that. I agreed. We walked with each other in our arms. I don't wanted to part with him, and at the same time she was embarrassed to tell him about her Problem. Then I She came up with the idea that I should drop by a friend's house and pick up an English textbook. We reached her house, Dima stayed downstairs waiting for me, and I, getting up, I was coming up with an excuse for my friend, about what I was doing here. No one's door I opened it, and only later I found out that my friend also wanted to deceive me, and She herself went to the attic at that time, but was late. I came back and told Dima that she was gone, and I had to go home. He hugged me again and asked me to stay with him. He promised that he would take me home. I agreed at my own risk. Walk It was getting harder and harder, but I endured, and I still didn't dare confess. He was inspired to tell me different stories, and I was immersed in your thoughts. Or rather, in one thought that drilled into my head, and I didn't notice how we We found ourselves next to a shopping mall that had already closed. We went up the stairs to the second floor and, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one but us, Dima hugged me. Then he kissed me. I'm just I desperately wanted to go to the toilet, but I was still silent - I was afraid to spoil the romantic moment. Then We stood in the pose of the final scene Titanic, and as soon as he put his hands on my stomach, I had to cross my legs discreetly. He began to bite my earlobe, and I thought to myself that if it went on If it goes like this, I won't be able to stand it anymore and pee, but like a fool I continued to stand silently and tolerate. I quietly removed Dima's hands from his stomach, and for some reason he interpreted mine gesture in his own way – he put them on my chest. But in those circumstances, it was better for me. It felt a little easier, but not so much that I could feel it yourself well. To tell the truth, despite all the outward atmosphere of romance, I was already so that all the white light was no longer pretty! And he was I don't know... I reminded you about the fact that she was going home. We went downstairs and Dima went to see me off. I Gathering the remnants of her willpower, she tried to keep up the conversation and not betray her She could hardly stand it, but she continued to walk, gradually accelerating her pace. Dear to me seemed longer than ever. The streets are too open and crowded, and I myself I felt like a small, downtrodden, miserable animal that wanted to Get to your burrow as soon as possible. I was extremely embarrassed, uncomfortable and It was embarrassing at the same time, but I was still shy and couldn't bring myself to confess to Dima. He didn't know or notice my condition either, so did I I was good at hiding my feelings. Thus we seemed to walk for an interminable long time, holding hands. The Step by step, we approached my house. I've endured the last Strength is simple! And she could barely move her cotton legs. Gosh! How terrible it was! You just can't imagine! But the villainous fate apparently decided that And this test won't be enough for me, or someone has brought a curse by deciding Throw me another obstacle. On the way, we met a company, among which were Dima's acquaintances. They called out to him, and he stood with them talk. Panic was growing in my soul, and I didn't know what to do. an open street, Dima is standing next to me, talking to his friends, and I'm all like that Poor girl I stand, cowering, and I realize that I can't stand it a little longer! Trapped I look at the company like an animal and don't know what to do. And that's the damned thing Youth and shyness – I still can't say that. Stand I can't calm down anymore either, and I begin to crumple on the spot. (otherwise it would have been for sure peeed). Dima (oh my god) noticed this and asked what was wrong. And I blurted out that I'm cold and I want to go home. He put himself in my position, said goodbye to his acquaintances, and we Let's move on. After I realized that I would not be able to endure such downtime. In front of our eyes, they were turning around Tears. But to tell Dima that I wanted to go to the toilet for a long time and would not reach home was It was too embarrassing, although I understood that if I peed, it would be just a shame! It was necessary to move away from him unnoticed, under any pretext. And I was ready to do your job anywhere already! There was simply no time to solve the dilemma! I frantically looked around and chose the nearest place! Finally, I found an arch, and exactly at that moment, my body began to give up. I I realized that soon I would just run down my legs, I told Dima that I would come right away, and She ran into the yard herself! I saw garages there, barely had time to run and – just Indescribable relief! When returned, we continued on our way and literally in five minutes we came to my Home. Dima didn't ask anything. And on the The next day, my friend jealously interrogated me about why I was her and what we were doing there with Dima. I didn't tell her about our Walk. But I still remember that day, and how much I wanted to be in the toilet.
  5. omofan01

    A Desperate Date

    From the album: Omofan's Edits

    Terra and Beast Boy are on a movie date unfortunately Terra made the mistake of not using the bathroom beforehand and while there she also had an extra large soda which started reaching her bladder and soon she's really needing to relieve herself, but she doesn't want to leave Beast Boy on their date like that so she decides to hold it until the movie is over, which she hopes will be very soon. Spoiler: It won't.
  6. As a first-year student of the Faculty of Philology, I loved to read and listen. Mostly I liked prose, but poetry I wasn't indifferent either. Our group, of course, consisted mainly of girls, but we also studied Four guys. One of them was very An original, well-read young man with a passion for music, Charming, interesting and pleasant to talk to. He showed me signs of attention with From the very beginning of my studies, but our relationship was rather friendly. With him It was really very interesting. However, it's student time, especially on the The first year was the golden time of youth. Several times we sat with him after classes in a café (he invited), went to the cinema twice. He also played in and participated in literary evenings called "Evening poetry." He once invited me to one of these parties. Completing Under a cup of tea, I put on preparation for the subject "Modern Russian Language", trousers, winter boots, coat, and beanie. I looked at myself carefully in the mirror to make sure that everything is in order, that there are no wrinkles in the clothes, and, After making sure that I looked good, I moved to the bus stop. In winter It starts to get dark quite early; A lot of non-working lights make the street gloomy, and only as yet pure, white snow, which fell in large flakes during the day, crunched under my feet, and wrapped my city in its whiteness, making it a little bit Lighter. A few minutes later, I got into a minibus, and while I was driving, just I looked out the window, watching the cars, looking at the houses and people on the street. Came. Leave. Igor (my classmate) has already was waiting for me at the bus stop. He gave me his hand as we walked out, and we walked slowly We went to the place where the literary-musical-poetic Evening. We chatted about studying, teachers, and Igor devoted most of the time to description of the upcoming meeting, and said that he himself would also attend today. I wondered what he was going to come up with. He warned that there would be performances there different people, including informal ones. And the event itself is taking place at a club called Underground. Silently We made it to the meeting point. It turned out to be a small one-story The building, as Igor explained to me later, was originally conceived for a shooting range, but it didn't function for a long time, And now it is rented by a man who conducts such underground cultural Events. From the inside, the room seemed even smaller than it looked outside. Many of the doors were blocked, the room needed repairs, however, he It was done slowly, but in general it was quite clean inside. Audience consisted of students, mostly junior students, but there were also senior and even graduates. The audience, which surprised me at first, was mostly male. But there were also girls, many of whom, it seemed to me, were not the first time they had been here. The organizers arranged the equipment, set up the sound, installed microphones, In the meantime, Igor introduced me to his buddies and their companions. Nothing so far It didn't start, I was treated to juice. There were about a hundred people in the hall, many of them themselves Most of them were spectators, regular and random ones, like me. However, due to the small room, there was a feeling chairs and benches were neatly arranged, but in spite of the The air conditioners were working, it was hot and thirsty, which I did. Soon The organizers greeted everyone and invited them to take their seats. Making sure that Everyone took up their positions, he declared the evening open, and first read a few of his poems. The audience, as expected, applauded, I was interested I listened attentively to every line. Then a prose writer came out and read an excerpt from one of my favorite writers, Sergei Dovlatov. A lot was said funny and sad moments of reality from the Soviet past. Then he I read something from my own composition, and ended with a selection of miniatures by Dovlatov, Solo on the Underwood. Concluding with a note: "Lida Potapova "My Igor says that literature should be a tool Party. And I assert that literature should not be an instrument of the Party. Which of the are us right? Bobyshev got angry: "There is no such problem! What is there to discuss?! Maybe we should discuss whether or not to steal silver spoons at a party?!" He bowed out, giving way to the poetess. Taking advantage of the "shift change" (the intermission is clearly I whispered to Igor that I would be away for a minute, to which he agreed nodded, just at that moment the organizer came up to him, apparently to agree and to say when it's his turn to speak. The girl, worried, approached the to the microphone, warning everyone that he was performing for the first time, and asking not to judge harshly for her debut. I left the hall, went out into the corridor... And that's just at this moment found the biggest flaw of this club. The disadvantage was Absence... There was one more small room missing, or rather, it was just It wasn't, and I, for his sake, actually went away for a minute, but with annoyance I realized that it was in vain. And since my narrative has come to this piquant moment, I have to confess that, in the first place, for me the lack of such a important room was a complete surprise, and secondly, since I was a tactful young girl of a humanitarian mindset, I wasn't from the beginning I decided to leave. To put it simply, I have a slight desire to visit the establishment It appeared on the way to the club, and while we were coming, chatting, taking seats, I was talking about it I didn't remember, and I felt it just when the prose writer came out. That night, I I was confused, and without doing anything, I simply went back to my place place. Girl Everything I read my poems more confidently, several times, however, I stumbled, but this is because of the Excitement before the performance. I decided not to worry, and all the attention focused on an improvised stage. Following A musical duo performed, their guitars played quite loudly, especially An electric guitar whose sound wave vibrated the floor and the chair on which I Sat. It was at this point that my unresolved problem reminded me even more about yourself. During the pause, Igor turned to me and asked if I liked it here. I said yes, but I didn't dare ask about the most important thing for me. He said that after another girl and young man he will perform. I smiled. The smile turned out to be forced. In poems, alternating with the prose of the next speaker, I at first tried to listening, but his lines dissolved in my thoughts of my growing Problem... I was worried about two things: how long this evening would last, and the most important thing The main thing is what to do after it? I immediately asked Igor the first question, and having received I realized that I didn't want to sit until the end. Or rather, I just can't! I I pretended to watch and listen attentively, but in my heart I was frantically looking for ways and pretexts, as if tactfully, without offending or arousing Igor's suspicion, to shed hence. "To say that they are waiting at home urgently. No, it's nonsense, he also wants to conduct it. Can she say that she forgot the keys at home, and her parents will leave in the evening? He won't believe it! A what I'd like to come up with something else... Maybe just so straightforwardly, so and so, you need to have a nose Powder. What if he doesn't understand? Or do I want to go to the toilet? No. I can't." So I sat and went through the various options, and in the meantime A singer accompanied by a guitar came out on the stage, the next to come out was Igor. I didn't want anything at all (except one), and no poetry or literature simply did not enter my head. However, I I carefully hid my condition, and from the outside, probably, I looked like He is a very attentive and devoted fan of the singer's work. Disguise is not You'll be jealous. Igor warned that he would go backstage in five minutes, and will leave me alone for the duration of the performance. You have no idea how I was I'm glad about it! That was the salvation and actually the beginning of my liberation. In general As soon as he walked out and we disappeared from each other's sight, I made up my mind deserted, and without wasting a moment, she got up, took her coat off the hanger, and, without wasting a moment. Dressing him, she went out into the corridor with him. There, she dressed in a hurry and went outside. Ambulance I walked towards the bus stop. In the silence, the snow crunched frequently and loudly. Small flakes fell on top of me, the lanterns in the area shone brightly, and if Looking from the side, the landscape is worthy of a photograph or painting: dark, desert A street lit by lanterns and the moon. Small flakes of snow fall lazily on the ground, forming a snow path, and in the morning they will add work for the janitors. Somewhere In the distance, a girl hurries with a quick gait... However, readers already know where I'm going Hurry. Treacherously deserted from the "evening of poetry" at the very moment when My classmate was supposed to speak, I haven't decided my little one yet, but it's enough a serious problem. In my case, capitulation did not mean instantaneous surrender inner liberation. My home, my fortress – there was my salvation. Wonder As I haven't gotten lost yet, I'm usually not good at navigating in other places, but as They say that in critical situations, the third eye opens and the brain is better It's working. This theory has fully worked in practice. I was standing on the Stop! However, it was too early to rejoice, fixed-route taxis at such a time We rarely traveled. I started dancing. Two drunken guys walked by, One of them invited me to go for a walk with them. I politely declined, cursing the self-transport that does not want to go. -Girl Who are you waiting for? - the second one joined. That's just That's what I've been missing, especially now! -Minibus I'm waiting, I'm going home," I replied calmly. - Girl, aren't you a ballerina? You're a good dancer! - made a dubious compliment again first. I'm instantly She froze and replied that she was just freezing while standing at the bus stop. In this year, A minibus arrived, and I sat in the front seat, wishing them luck. Not I know why, but even then I noticed a trend that men It is in the evening that the craving for the female sex is exacerbated and comes to the surface! And often at such moments when the lady has no time to communicate with them! I mean, that the driver began to talk to me and ask me questions: where was I from, why one, where I'm going, and so on. And I, being a polite girl, answered him, and about I thought to myself: "Shut up and go faster!" At the same time, I felt like A balloon filled with water that is about to swell and burst! And not to mention As a student at the institute, I could not admit or even imagine myself in such a situation. However, I was on the edge, but I tried to console myself and did not to admit even in my thoughts that something terrible could happen to me... Finally we arrived, I handed over a hundred-dollar bill rubles to the driver, and, without waiting for the change and his shouts "Girl, wait change," jumped out, and walked home with a quick, quick step. Soon I switched to Jogging to speed up the approach of a happy moment. At some point, For a moment I even had a crazy idea to find a place in the nearest review, But upbringing... And even more so, there was only a little left, I fled; statute I switched to a quick step and ran again... The weight below was pressing on the brain, and the brain He just wanted to give signals to the nervous system to allow the channel to open, but Consciousness understood that right now it was impossible! Making a desperate struggle two hypostases of the brain, while walking briskly, my subconscious is all impatiently asked, "Well, maybe we can do it now, don't you agree?" But my consciousness stubbornly repeated a phrase from Dovlatov, with which one of the prose writers had finished at the party: "Maybe we can still discuss whether or not to steal silver coins at a party spoons?!" as if answering a just demand. So Having accomplished a heroic feat, I hobbled safely to her home. The only thing left to do was to get into the your fortress and jump into the trench, and there disarm with pleasure! In the elevator Taking advantage of the fact that no one would be able to see me, I allowed it to run all sorts of protections and ways to prevent unintentional relief. However, the consciousness Realizing that there were only seconds left before the victory, I slowly gave in to my subconscious, and I I felt that I was beginning to suffer small losses. However, the minor ones Losses don't matter, in anticipation of the upcoming victory! I called through the door. She started dancing again. (Lord, as long as no one peeks through the peephole). She paced back and forth. His right hand involuntarily tried to help to restrain yourself. I called again. No one was in a hurry to open it! Apparently the parents They thought that I would not come back soon and went somewhere on their own. In the meantime, minor The losses attacked me again, and my brain literally shouted, "Hurry up and open the door!! I'm going to blow up!!." Had Free your right hand to search your bag for keys. Tight clasp became naughty, and I helped myself only by shifting from foot to foot! In Eventually the lightning broke, and The clasp came off. I grabbed the keys, shoved them through the keyhole, and turned lock... However, for the time being, the consciousness spent part of its energy in order to accomplish these Simple operations to get to your home, the subconscious gave a command to the nervous system, which in turn is transferred to other bodies. They, without consulting me, We made the decision on our own. My body no longer resisted my persuasion, and when I got into the apartment, my first thought was, "I didn't get it." What's not prevented me from rushing into the right room and finishing the rest of the work there. Business ended in a partial defeat. On the next day Igor asked me where I had gone, I came up with something like that, But she did not name the real reason, and even more so she kept silent about the defeat. Relations We remained friends, in the third year he began to date with As another girl, he took her to a "poetry evening". I don't know if it's changed Do they have anything there now, and if there is the right room there. I don't know. But with Since then, when you come to any establishment and attend any event, the first thing you do I'm figuring out two things: where is the emergency exit, and where are the amenities?
  7. Masha has long been bored It's a backwater, and she dreamed of something bigger. As a child, she was just a beautiful cute doll girl, at school they couldn't get enough of her and to admire. From the eighth grade, all boys and high school students fell in love with her . The girls were jealous of her. Back in the eleventh grade, she was spoiled by male attention, and After graduating from school, I didn't get out of restaurants, bars, and all sorts of entertainment events and expensive cars. Guys and men were just like that around it, and it should be noted for a reason. With her appearance, she was very lucky, and She knew it. Masha was a beauty with brown hair, 185 cm tall. A long, straight nose, Beautiful eyebrows, large eyes and delicate lips made her face flawless and Attractive. The figure is simply stunning, and the long, slender legs could drive any man crazy. Of course, very early on, she realized that with such She shouldn't vegetate here, but she needs to somehow improve her life, and Make the most of nature's beauty. It's not surprising that She began to realize her exclusivity, her peculiarity, and as a result, –superiority. Inevitably, she had an arrogance, she felt herself Everyone around her courted, groomed, and cherished her. Cherished. It seemed to her then that it was forever, because she had a different attitude towards herself I didn't know. At the age of eighteen, she had There came a turning point when she finally stopped being happy about everything. Lately, Maria had been thinking that she was special, and that she had to to show off your beauty to the world. She decided that she had to become model, as well as many other beautiful girls who are at this age dream about it. At that time, the beautiful Masha was not happy with anything, she was It was especially capricious, but it did not affect the number of suitors at all. Soon She made up her mind. I found a modeling agency on the Internet, sent my photos, and she was told that Moscow was waiting! - "Well, I'll finally get out out of this rotten place," she thought as she waited for the train. Boyfriend With a wistful and enthusiastic face, he accompanied her, talked about something, but she did not Listened. I had pictures of her walking down the runway, the best people Moscow and foreigners look at her, seeing her off with admiring eyes, and she looks down on everyone, and feels like a real queen, the No. 1 girl. And It all had to start tomorrow! At the station, as she had been promised, She was met by two representatives of the largest modeling agency. They've passed Through the station, a Porsche Cayenne was waiting for them at the exit. Masha's eyes burned with surprise, Of course, Moscow, an expensive car, prospects, this is what it was born for! Her spirits were lifting, and in the first moments of her arrival in the capital, she was only sorry that she hadn't done it sooner. I should have gotten out of my hole a long time ago, and move to Moscow! Soon they arrived. In front of her, as usual, opened the doors, and then she entered the Beautiful large building. There they were met by the head of the agency, Andrey Ivanovich Prodebuline. - Andrey Ivanovich, you have a new a girl," one of the escorts told him. Progibulin appraisingly, but at the same time somewhat indifferently, he glanced at Masha, and ordered Take her to the dressing room and change her clothes. Masha picked up excellent outfits from branded clothes that she had only seen in glossy magazines before. From such a the amount of beautiful clothes, she was beaming. As she looked around this large room and the wardrobe, she did not immediately notice that Progibulin had already entered, and with an appraising glance He looked at it, thinking something to himself. In a minute she was herself It's unpleasant to feel like she's a lookout horse and he's a groom who evaluates, whether it is suitable for horse racing. For the first time in her life, she was looked at without admiration - Well, not bad. Very Not bad," he said, still looking at her, and at the same time, as if in passing, he'll have to show you to Roman Alexandrovitch, he's been there for a long time. He asked me to choose something special, you should suit him. So, baby, you've got you have every chance of succeeding! If you manage to please him, you will participate In the best shows, and there all the roads are open to you: you can easily succeed for an oligarch If you want to get married, you will be able to become a singer later, even as a model on the on the covers of the best magazines. Your data is good. Show your boobs! -Right here? – embarrassed by the sudden, impudence, as it seemed to her, Masha. She is I didn't understand then that this was Moscow, especially a well-known modeling agency, and They don't mess with girls here, as she is used to at home. "Well, what did you think?" You will Do you want to become a model, or will you pretend to be a righteous virgin? - He asked, tired and irritated. Masha slowly began to take off her outer clothes and unbutton your bra. - Come on, come on, get moving. Not in Nightclub striptease showing. There's no need to break here, I've got a lot of things to do for today. Masha stood naked large and beautiful breasts. Andrey Ivanovich came closer, made sure that both The breasts are real, without silicone, and checked them for elasticity. Then he told her take off her skirt, and unceremoniously pulled back the elastic of her panties, peering inside, and then I just lowered them down to my knees, stepped aside, and examined the new one from all the Parties. - Okay, you can get dressed. You will be in a hotel, the living conditions are good, the car will be behind you come. I'll give you an escort and you'll do whatever he tells you to do. While I'm taking you to our girls, they'll pick up a wardrobe for you. Thus began a difficult life in modeling agency. She had to constantly change her clothes, go to the group classes where they were taught how to gait properly. The teacher was stern, shouting at them, constantly saying that in order to become As a model and live beautifully, you will have to work a lot on yourself, especially in the beginning. In fact, there was no free time, often I even had to go to the toilet to ask for leave. It was explained to her that modeling is hard work, for which they They pay well, so she has to give her best, and do what she's told to be strict To keep to the diet, to dress and walk, as they say, and not even to go to the toilet When she wants to, and when she is told! Hard days came for the spoiled Mashuli. At night she began to cry, and she thought about sitting calmly at home, and don't go to this evil Moscow. After Masha took part in one serious show, Progibulin told her that tomorrow it would be It's been a tough day. Some big shot ordered that Masha and Progibulin should be present at an important event, where beautiful girls were needed as guests. After, a limousine ride on city, as well as walks and a small photo shoot. And then, he'll take her to the interview with Roman Viktorovich Naglov himself, about whom Progibulin told her on the first day, and that's where Masha might have big Prospects. We picked it up quite early. Masha only had time to have breakfast and drink freshly squeezed juice. Arriving at agency, she was told to wear a red dress that made her look simple embarrassingly. Then she had her hair and makeup done. Now she looked real queen, other female models paled in comparison to her. With a natural You can't argue with the beauty. After drinking another glass of juice, they are in a limousine with Progibulin and a certain Podhalimko and two female models went to the triumph. On In fact, there was a banquet in a semi-formal setting, at which There were people from high society, or just beautiful girls. Waiters In a tailcoat, treats and drinks were served on trays. Sycophantically took the glass champagne from the waiter's tray, and handed it to Masha. So delicious She had never drunk champagne in her life. Especially since I just adored this one drink and decided that it was better to relax, but only slightly, get drunk too must not. After fifteen minutes, she began to feel more comfortable, I was almost used to the environment, and the alcohol helped to relax and relieve tension and slight psychological discomfort. She caught admiring glances respectable men, and an arrogant, envious look on the part of girls and women who were smiling stiffly. After eating a couple of black caviar sandwiches, she I washed them down with juice this time so as not to get too drunk. Then he came up Progibulin, and said that in fifteen minutes a limousine would come and they would go in Moscow, where she will need to receive Participation in street photo shoots. Soon They were already riding in the limousine. The relaxed girls laughed merrily, Sycophant laughed stupidly, looking at the models lustfully, especially at Masha. Then he opened champagne, and the girls began to offer their glasses with squeals. Masha didn't want to to drink champagne, but Sycophant said that she had to drink to the bottom, and she had to To be done. She thought to herself that she would refuse to drink any more, otherwise she'd get really drunk, and besides, after the champagne she wanted to go to the toilet, and There were still two photo shoots and a limousine ride ahead, so it's better for now stop. Moreover, no one had told her about her future plans, and she remembered that in the late afternoon she would have a very important and decisive destiny meeting. Taking a ride for some time, they arrived at a beautiful place where they were already expected professional photographers. The girls began to be photographed one by one, more Of course, Masha. Then we took a group photo, got into the car, and We followed the limousine. Drunk Podsylimko carelessly opened another bottle, from which the cork flew out, pouring everything around, a couple of drops sprinkled and on Masha's dress. Progibulin winced. But the drunken girls are already with offered him their glasses, but Masha refused to drink. - Maria, what are you doing My dear, I'll pour you a little, just a little," in a nasty, sweet voice Podsylimko began to chant. Progibulin With a glance, he made it clear to her that she should not refuse, but also drink a lot. - Okay, but just a little bit, - she said. But He poured her a little more than half a glass anyway, and she had to drink it all. Her brain was a little foggy, and in addition to this state, Masha thought that It would be nice to visit the ladies' room... The limousine had comfortable seats, a table, a bar, And there was no toilet. She had to endure, although it was already important for her and it would be interesting to find out what plans Andrey Ivanovich has after the photo shoot, and whether They have a toilet visit. Suddenly I remembered my hometown, with my classmates and fans in love with her. Now any of them would be ready to bring her this toilet in their arms, but she is going with strangers, arrogant Muscovites who look at her as if she were alive doll, and they don't care about her wishes and problems at all! Nostalgia crept through her mind And it was with difficulty that she forced herself to pull herself together and not burst into tears of anguish. For a long time, she There was no need to rush into it, because soon they had already arrived in Perhaps an even more beautiful place. Photographers climbed out of the one that was following them cars, and the usual model fuss began, which, to be honest, Masha I was starting to get bored. She was lonely, sad, dreary, and she was also wanted to write, and all these people around her didn't care about her condition, They needed a photo shoot and she was just a beautiful model. Once again There were orders and instructions from photographers on how to get up, move, what kind of face to make." A smile, a smile." ... - Okay, tear off the leg from the other one... (flash) Stop shrinking... (flash) so very good... (flash) A smile. (flash) Okay. (flash) Don't twitch that Are you still twitching like a dancer? Stand still, legs a little wider, that you have them Do you try to cross everything? You're a model, so behave like a model, don't be shackled, and her face... What's that sour face face? Don't be as gloomy as It's like you're at a funeral! (flash)(flash)(flash). - "I just want to write" - Masha snapped to herself, but it was stupid to voice it. She is For the first time in my life, I found myself in such a stupid position. Finally, the infinite The clicks stopped, the photographers thanked the girls and were glad that Today you can relax. The girls were told to get into the car, and Masha was told to go with the Progibulin and Podhalimko further. The same Roman Aleksandrovich, from whom Masha's fate depended, he was waiting for them at his place in an hour. Progvulin is just right with it He was talking on his cell phone, and in a slightly ingratiating and justifying tone, he assured that they would be coming very soon. At the same time Masha looked around, and I was only thinking about where to relieve myself, seeing perfectly well that at the moment There's just nowhere to go. "Well, what are you worth?" Stop it Roman Alexandrovitch is waiting for you, he doesn't like it when people are late, and in the You can always get into a traffic jam in Moscow, so let's move out," she interrupted reflections on Progibulin's personal problem. Soon She was already riding in the company of two respectable men. Progibulin was nervous in front of the impending visit, and Podsylimko surreptitiously stared at the girl, not daring to begin to speak. Apparently focused on her own problem, Masha's sour face made him hesitant, and he did not dare to address her. Maria I clearly felt the imperfection of the Moscow roads, because every bump and bump, over which they passed, very distinctly and unpleasantly reverberated in her urine Bubble. "It's okay to off, isn't it?" She thought to herself, though she was aware of the absurdity of her own thought, for She's not a little girl... She remembered that it had happened to her only time when she was eight years old, but no one knew about it at all. They're with the class Returning from the tour, many girls began to whine that they wanted to go to the toilet. Later they all went out and ran into the bushes, and Masha alone sat proudly in the bus, Even then, she was aware of her peculiarity, although in fact she was very I was also against it, but I endured it without showing it. In the end, when he came out, out of school, and after making sure her classmates aren't around, she's at full speed I ran to the house, but I couldn't stand it while I opened the door to the apartment. No one's house It wasn't, and so Masha didn't worry, and soon forgot about such a ridiculous thing altogether Incident... Eleven years later, the situation repeated. Only it was already there Not a second-grader, but an adult beauty model with serious prospects. And Such a thing must have happened at such a crucial moment, when she was driving for a ticket to a new life! In general, she realized that now it was better not to take risks and not to Be proud, the problem must be solved. - Andrey Ivanovich, we are in front of As soon as we get to Roman Alexandrovitch's, can we make a stop somewhere? - In a pleading voice she turned to her superior. - What stop? What for? -not He cut in. "Well, I've got to go to the bathroom!" Masha lowered her eyes, and shook her head a little. "To the bathroom?!" Actually, we don't have a lot of I don't have time, and then where will I find you a toilet now? - with slight irritation, Progibulin asked. - There's a restaurant nearby you can stop there," said Podlymko, looking at Masha with his devotees Eyes. "Anton," he said Bend to the driver, - we will pass "Smuglyanka", you will stop, our The future star had to go to the potty. Sycophant He couldn't help but grin, but stifled a laugh. He's salted his eyes looked at Masha, who sat tense and already anticipating how soon She will finally be free from the superfluous, and life will seem beautiful to her again! - Yes, nothing human Alien. Even such beauties and stars," he said philosophically. Soon they stopped. Progibulin told her to run away quickly and not to linger, because there was no time in the There was no more stock, it was impossible to stay behind the schedule. Masha broke into the door of the café, asked the guard, who was stunned by her beauty, where the toilet was, and She walked briskly in the direction he had indicated. But she was going to fail. It was at this moment that the cleaning lady, and an old, Soviet-style grandmother at that, I was cleaning up there with might and main, hanging a sign "CLEANING IS IN PROGRESS, DO NOT ENTER!". However, Masha asked her to come through. "Are you blind?" Read Can? Don't you see what is written? There's all sorts of stuff walking around here, clean up after them later, They're always throwing pads past, I'm too lazy to pull the handle behind me. Out Today Some kind of infection got dirty, so I threw my panties and pantyhose right into the bucket... and I'll have to clean up after you, so there's no need to stand here in fifteen minutes You'll be patient! Masha realized that it was useless to She did not manage to solve the problem. I called my cell phone Progibulin, and asked discontentedly how long she would wander there. Get off, they say, already from the potty, and went to Naglov, because he still did not have enough problems because of the some kind of star-sucker. She had to go back to the limousine without freshening up. - Why are you walking around half-hour? There is no time to sit on the pushes now, now it is very important and A crucial moment for you and me! Progibulin was worried. He he knew that for such a girl he would be rewarded by Naglov, and that such models like Masha, it is not so easy to find among other beauties. However, now our The star was in a very delicate and difficult position, and did not know that take action in such a situation. The hit my head literally, which slowed down the thought process even more. She was ready to give everything now Your jewelry, donated by fans, for the toilet bowl alone! There was such a thing I had a feeling that it was going to burst soon, and I thought it would soon come out of my ears. In about fifteen minutes they We stopped near the fence, behind which we could see the mansion. Masha had never seen anything like that Even in the pictures, however, she wasn't interested in it at the time. She's barely able to She endured, and understood that if she did not solve the problem soon, then everything could end very sad and unpleasant for her. And, perhaps, for others too... "Andrey Ivanovich," desperately She turned to the boss, "Will I be able to go to the toilet here?" -Again?! Do you have diarrhea?! He asked rudely and discontentedly, astonished at such a question. "No," she blushed, "So what then, incontinence?" You've been to a café recently, haven't you? - Yes, but I still haven't Went... or rather, I want to do it again," Masha began to justify herself, confused. blushing more and lowering his eyes. "No, my dear beauty, Now be patient, you're not a little girl to be called to the potty at the first call drive! You can't imagine how serious and important a person we are Now let's go. Your fate and my fate depends on how you manifest yourself now. I got it? So be kind, do it well, and don't act like a little girl Pisss! He snapped peremptorily. At that time, two guards opened the gate, and Soon they found themselves in a vast area covered with flowers and flowers. Lawns. The beauty was simply indescribable, but Masha could not appreciate it now The delights of landscape design. In front of the mansion there was a huge swimming pool, in which the girl, one of Naglov's daughters, was bathing. I stood a little to the side Another girl with a guy, they were laughing and drinking wine. Masha looked around convulsively around, hoping that there would be a toilet outside and she would be able to escape there. Second Naglov's daughter, who was standing with the boy, came up and greeted Progibulin, They began to talk about something of their own. At the same time Masha was clenching her legs, and I felt that I could barely stand still, and soon I began to dance at all. - Is she a former ballerina? Out of the corner of her ear she heard a mocking remark addressed to Progibulin. That He glanced discontentedly in Masha's direction, sending her signals: "Stop it. Wait It's okay!" However, Maria knew that if she tried to stand still now, then irreparable things will happen to her, and she will not be the only one who will be ashamed. She's already She didn't think well at all, because the situation was completely not in her favor, and she I couldn't do anything, and by some miracle I managed to hold on. Then They entered the mansion, everything inside was even more beautiful and chic than outside. The fateful moment was coming, but Masha was afraid to imagine how it would all end. They We entered a spacious hall of enormous dimensions. It was probably better here than in Kremlin. They walked through the room, where on a leather sofa at an oak table sat the same Roman Aleksandrovich Naglov. He even whistled when he saw a beautiful woman in a marvellous dress, and with a gesture showed Progibulin that he could be free for now. He immediately obeyed and went out. Poor Beauty Maria was left alone with this important and serious man, and her own an unresolved problem that was already bursting at the seams! She's gathered all the Her will into a fist, and she strained her sphincter with all her might so as not to muddy right there. However Naglov was in a trance of admiration. He came closer to Masha and in a long monologue expressed his admiration for her. Tears welled up in Mashulia's eyes, she I could get wet in a second! However, Naglov decided that Masha was just confused and frightened by the unfamiliar surroundings, and when she began to dance and I decided that it was cool here and she was just frozen. - Masha, Masha. You're just work of art! - he sang her praises, - You'll have the best You will become a star, the whole world will know about you. But you know Nothing is done just like that? I like you very much and I can give you a start in life, if you'll be kind to me. She didn't even take his dirty hints, and felt like a helpless child, a little girl who was lost, stands among strangers who ask her questions about where she lives, how They call your mom and dad, reassure them that they will definitely find her, and none of them They don't realize that first the girl needs to be taken to the toilet, and then Ask the rest of the questions. In the meantime Naglov came up behind her, and, continuing to talk about the prospects, he slapped Masha on her delicious ass. In this year, She slipped a little into her panties, and felt a warm dampness between her legs. She couldn't even say "I want to go to the bathroom." and stood silently, realizing that Not much depends on her. Insolent became even more inflamed, not noticing at all, that something was going on with the girl. And Maria, barely restraining herself, screamed again, sprinkling her panties and the very top of her thighs. At that very moment, Naglov abruptly shoved in Masha's hand under her dress, and felt her panties, putting his own for a few seconds a finger in her "shell". Feeling the warm, damp cloth, he thought that Masha was aroused. And out of stupidity and self-confidence he was flattered that he was the cause. At At that moment, tears poured from Masha's eyes, and a slight hysteria began. She is was still standing and holding back the tide that was about to crash down on the road Persian carpet at any moment. Seeing that the girl was crying, Naglov at first bewildered, and then, in a sweet greasy voice, began to ask what had happened, but Masha could not say anything, but only sobbed. Tears ran down her face But the expensive mascara didn't smudge. "Well, Mashulya, why don't you so? You want to be a star, don't you? He muttered, and began to hold her close to him. which made Masha sob even more. - Please, Don't put pressure on my stomach.," she begged, letting more and more of the additional pressure created by Naglov, into the underpants, - I Need pee really bad And at the same moment she relaxed. Legs Warm streams flowed, the bladder emptied with relief, and the Persian the carpet was soaked in its contents... At first, Naglov didn't get into the what happened. He didn't understand where the hissing and noise was coming from. Later I felt that his slippers were getting wet for some reason. And then his his face turned crimson as he stepped aside, and saw how under Masha on his beloved Persian carpet forms and spreads a large damp dark spot. And the beautiful model instinctively half-crouched, and from under her dress, slightly Touching its very edges, a stream poured onto the carpet as if from a tap. For a minute he didn't knew how to react, began to thrash around, build strange mines, and then frantically dialed someone's number on their cell phone and yelled obscenities at them They immediately came here, and took their star, which on his carpet. Masha She was in a slight shock, and she doesn't even remember how she got out of there. The progivulin was darker than a cloud after he left the hall. It seems that Naglov took off him expensive jacket and forced Progibulin to dry the carpet with it. That's how it was with my modeling career Finished. Masha was disgracefully expelled from the modeling agency, and the next day In the afternoon she returned home, where she was happily greeted. Naturally, about the real I didn't tell anyone why. She just said that everything was there insensitive, callous, and indifferent. In addition, everything is done through bed, and she didn't want to lose her honor. However, a year later, she still She went to Moscow again, but this time she went to university. With a classmate Katya began to rent an apartment, and one day I told her the whole story. They laughed about it together. Katya said that's what he needed to the director and the boss, who wiped the puddle after Masha. And then she confessed that and she had a worse story in Moscow...
  8. Back in my student youth, I learned one thing: the most important thing is what a person is on the inside, rather than his appearance. But it didn't happen all at once, life itself taught me a lesson and prompted me to come to this conclusion. I was nineteen years old, guys liked me, I studied well, like many girls, I dreamed of great, bright and pure love. Seryozha, a guy from my group, demonstrated in every possible way that he liked me very much. He constantly tried to accompany me home, invited me to the cinema and cafes. I also liked him, it was good, easy, comfortable with him. But there was one thing... A young, slightly arrogant English teacher caused me trepidation and a hormonal surge. He was older than me. In class, from time to time, I noticed his undressing gaze, which confused me, and at the same time pleased me in a feminine way. He managed to charm many girls from our and other courses. I was also interested in him, but I guessed that she was just a young, naïve, student for him, while still thinking about him, but meeting Seryozha in a friendly way. And then one day there was an incident that dotted all the i's. I graduated from university with my friends. Seryozha was upset about this, because he wanted to walk me home as usual, but we decided to go to the store with the girls. Spring was in full swing, it was time to prepare for the summer session, and then two months of freedom! I thought it was time to update my wardrobe and wanted to look for a skirt for myself. The shopping trip took us an hour and a half. Then I went to the bus stop to go home, and at that moment the car with our English teacher pulled up. He offered to let me down. I agreed, but he immediately persuaded me to sit with him in a café. Without hesitation, I agreed. He ordered us a glass of wine, but overall I felt a little constrained, which was not at all like me. Even after drinking the wine, my embarrassment did not go away, but on the contrary, it seemed to increase. At the same time, I was interested in him as a grown man. He behaved confidently, complimented me, ordered another drink, so that I ended up getting drunk. And he seemed to be waiting for this moment, and as soon as I emptied the glass, he paid the waiter and we went out. I thought that would be the end of it, but the teacher, under some pretext, offered me to go to his house, and I, a little hesitantly, almost immediately agreed. As we walked up to him, I belatedly began to wonder why he had suddenly invited me to his place, and whether it was right of me to agree. However, it was too late to think, because we were standing on the threshold of his apartment, and he invited me into the room as if it was the right thing to do. I sat down on a cozy, soft couch, and he brought another glass of wine for himself and me. It was uncomfortable to refuse, although I was well aware that there was too much alcohol for me today and I had to stop there. He acted like I wasn't his student and he wasn't my teacher, which embarrassed me. Then he sat down next to me and hugged me. He began to say that he had liked me for a long time, that I was beautiful, etc. I had a suspicion that he had already said this more than once to other girls. At that moment, Seryozha, my classmate, seemed to be the closest guy to me, and I really wanted him to be there. Although he was not so experienced, and I did not really perceive him as a man at the time, I did not like the teacher for his calculation, self-confidence, and impudence. At one point, I said I had to go. He didn't try to persuade me to stay. At that moment, I no longer had any sympathy for him, it was as if I had seen the real him, and the romantic coloring had completely disappeared. I really wanted to leave this apartment as soon as possible, I understood that I would never return to it. I left the entrance and walked briskly to the bus stop. Quick, because I had another problem: I wanted to go to the bathroom! I felt uneasy, it was my first disappointment. I had no idea that it was best when you were disappointed in a person without spending part of your life on them. I only spent part of the day on it, and it was enough for me. But what a good and nice guy Seryozha seemed to me now. With these thoughts in mind, I came to the bus stop and waited. Transport, according to the law of meanness, rarely went. Only three minibuses stopped, as luck would have it, the wrong ones. I had to stand and brace myself, once I even went to the stall and back to distract myself at least a little. Finally, the trolleybus arrived, and I got into it, although I preferred minibuses, and another time I would certainly have waited for it, but at that moment I really wanted to get home as soon as possible. A minute later, however, I already regretted that I did not wait for the minibus, because the trolleybus vibrated terribly, and because of this, my desire to visit the ladies' room increased dramatically. So much so that I had to squeeze my legs imperceptibly. With anxiety in my heart, I imagined the long way home, and I panicked. I didn't even notice how I was trapped, I had to do something urgently! URGENTLY! I desperately wanted it out of necessity! I might not have made it home. And then it dawned on me. Serezha! Seryozhenka, how I love you!! If I get off through the stop, I can go to him. I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, looked up his name in the directory, and pressed the call button. "Hello," Seryozha's voice rang out happily surprised. - Hello, Seryozha, are you home now? "Yes, but I was just about to leave." -Yes? Could you stay a little longer, I'm in your neighborhood right now, would you like to visit you? I said with a tremor in my voice. -Right now? -Yes. "At least you should have warned me that I had to go." - Seryozh! It's a matter of life and death!! Wait for me, please! "Well, well, what happened?" "I can't explain it to you right now!" (Well, I couldn't tell him, and in the trolleybus, that I really wanted to go to the toilet) "Okay, I'll wait for you." Are you sure you're all right? "Yes, it's all right, I'll be with you soon." That's it, wait. Glory be to Thee, Lord! I put my phone in my purse. The trolleybus was barely dragging like a turtle! It seemed to me that time was passing slowly, I could no longer stand still, and I dreamed of getting to the bus stop as soon as possible, and there rushing to Seryozha, and at least starting to move at last! Somehow I endured, jumped out, and with a quick, small-sized step went to my rescue. I had a feeling that I was about to burst, or I wouldn't make it... Well, in general, I wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible. I mentally cursed the teacher for confusing me, giving me wine in broad daylight, and unobtrusively trying to seduce me. After all, he put me in such a stupid position now. It doesn't get any worse... In fact, I know what is usually advised in such cases: "It's better to let your conscience burst than your bladder", "I should have gone to a café", "I should have sat down in the bushes, my health is more expensive", "It's my fault, I should have gone on time". Yes! I completely agree with that. It is. But I was a nineteen-year-old, well-mannered student, and I cursed myself for not going out on time. I had to give up on everything, and go to the toilet at the teacher's house, what's wrong with that? But my pride, good manners, and shyness did not allow me to do so. I don't know if there were any cafes nearby at that time, maybe so. But I didn't have time to look for them! And I couldn't sit somewhere in a back alley or in thin bushes in a crowded area! I ran like a hunted animal, and thought to myself that at least Seryozha did not have parents at home. He often invited me to visit, his parents wanted to get to know me. But at that moment, I wouldn't want them to see me! In front of Serhiy, you will still have to somehow manage to pull yourself together and try to calmly go to the toilet. I could hardly imagine it, though. With such slightly distracting thoughts, I almost walked briskly to his house. Two guys walked past me, one of them asked me where I was in such a hurry, wanting to make an acquaintance. I didn't even slow down (if only he knew where). Panic, fear, and shame began to grip me more and more, and soon I switched to running. I can imagine how stupid I looked at that moment, but my urine was gone. My word upon it! I ran to the house all out of breath. Luckily for me, someone was coming out of the entrance right at the moment when I approached him, and I managed to save time so as not to ring the intercom. In a matter of seconds, I was at the elevator and pressed the call button. "Well, that's it, it's almost saved, there's just a little bit left. Concentrate, and most importantly, calmly enter the apartment. Don't panic! Take off your shoes and go to the bathroom right away!!", I set myself up, desperately pacing back and forth by the elevator, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around. (Just at that moment, the door of the entrance slammed). "Well, I guess I'd better walk," I thought, imagining that I would not go alone in such a state, and besides, I just couldn't stand still any longer. I had to run to the seventh floor, but already on the second floor I imagined with horror how I would appear in front of Seryozha in this form. On the third, I thought that indeed, let my conscience burst; Passing the fourth, I decided to spit on all decency for myself, because it just became scary: I decided that I would do my business on the fifth, and then I would quietly wash off, anyway, no one would know anything, and I would call Serhiy and say that I solved the problem without him, especially since he did not know what the problem was. But as soon as I got to the next floor, I saw a man smoking there, and it was because of him, because of him... I am very grateful that he was there. And six years later, I am marrying Seryozha, the most beautiful, kind, gentle and understanding person in the world! And I'm not even mad at the English teacher, maybe fate specifically ordered it, and taught me a lesson, and then showed me the right path to happiness, and this man went out to smoke not by chance at that very moment... In general, at that moment, of course, I thought differently, or rather I scolded him with the last words, but I could be understood. I just didn't have the strength anymore, and this guy was there at the wrong time! And he didn't let me pee in peace. After running two floors, I rang the doorbell with my last breath! His lower abdomen was as hard as a rock and threatened to make a river flow right under the door! The seconds of waiting felt like an eternity, every heartbeat clearly felt in my poor bladder. Only by crossing my legs and bending forward a little I managed not to pee on the threshold of Seryozhin's house... ... It was in this position that he saw me when he opened the door. His face was one of amazement and curiosity. -Hello. What's wrong with you? He asked, not taking his eyes off in surprise. "I'm all right, I wanted to take your notes and rewrite them, will I pass?!" - Out of nowhere, I suddenly began to invent, for some unknown reason, apparently subconsciously trying to hide my problem. But as soon as I straightened up and unclenched my legs... No, the bladder certainly didn't burst, I know now that it won't burst. My conscience also remains clear... One way or another, what happened happened: I was standing on the doorstep of my future husband's house, and... Mom... Thin streams poured out of me right down my pantyhose. And I also managed to take off my shoes, unsuccessfully trying to resist the call of nature, handed them to Seryozha, because I didn't even have the strength to put them on the floor myself, and with pantyhose already wet on the butt and thighs, I broke into the toilet! The next minute and a half was comparable only to the most powerful orgasm! For about fifteen minutes, I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I took off my pantyhose and wrapped them in newspaper, dried my panties with a hairdryer, and went out as if nothing had happened... That scene flashed through my mind as I stood on the threshold. I mustered all my will as he opened the door to prevent this from happening. - Hello again! "Come in," he invited me, "what's the matter with you?" -Listen! I suddenly began to compose, "You have a synopsis on linguistics, don't you?" I need to rewrite your last lecture! - Yes, of course! Was it a matter of life and death for you? - Well, in general, yes... It's just that I put my notes somewhere," I said some nonsense, instead of saying directly that I was about to pee. - Okay, I'll let you rewrite it. Are you going to drink tea? "Yes," I said, taking off my shoes. "Come into the kitchen," he invited me. - Uh-huh, only... I'd like to wash my hands... - Yes, come in, here's the bathroom! In the meantime, I'll pour some tea. Do you drink hard? "Well, it's average," I replied, coming in to "wash my hands." Needless to say, he took my expression literally, and now I was standing where there was only a sink and a shower, but there was no need for what I really needed... And then I did the unbelievable: I closed the door, turned on the water and... peed right in the bathroom. Then we talked merrily, he looked at me with loving eyes. It was getting late, and it was time to go home. But he called me into the room for a minute, took me by the hand, and said, "You know, I love you! I want to date you." And we kissed for the first time in his room, I think I fell in love with him that day too. Or maybe it was because of the spring aggravation. He walked me to the bus stop, and so began the first day of our relationship. Throughout our studies, Seryozha and I were inseparable. We literally reveled in each other, we were always together, the whole university was touched by our relationship. The English teacher gave me an "A" automatically, and for the next year they said that he had resigned, and another teacher was hired in his place. Tomorrow Sergey and I will have a wedding! God, I'm so worried! We've been together for six years, and we're not at all bored with each other, despite the fact that there is talk around about "critical" phases of relationships, and that girls are looking for older companions. Apparently, we don't live by the same laws and rules, and our tender feelings are still alive and well. That's how fate once taught me a lesson, showing me the right path. Someone searches for it all their life, and does not always find it, someone takes years of life, mistakes and disappointments. I'm a lucky girl, because I found her quickly, paying only with a fleeting disappointment. And how Seryozha laughed when he only recently found out why I was really at his place that day. He still wonders why I didn't say it directly, and even solved the problem in the bathroom, and not in the toilet.
  9. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    While at a nightclub Nimona has a lot to drink filling up her bladder and ends up needing to go, but unfortunately she has no idea where the bathrooms are in this place.
  10. I've always been fascinated by girls with extreme natural sexuality. This quality is not directly related to their external parameters: bust size, shape of nose, ears, eyes, and compliance with model data. A girl can be outwardly very beautiful and bright, but cold as ice, and vice versa – outwardly inconspicuous at first glance, but hot as fire. Such girls are outwardly mischievous, there is a certain childishness and at the same time a slight depravity in them. This combination creates such an explosive, devilish-angelic mixture that attracts and attracts men who are not indifferent to sexual life. Their fox faces are rich in facial expressions, expressions, and all their gestures, movements - everything together attracts them like a magnet, and they themselves know how to use it perfectly, because they have all these gifts by nature, and they understand how it works and acts not with their minds, but with their instincts. On the other hand, another type of girls touches the heart – shy modest girls, under the guise of which passionate natures are often hidden. A kind of shy creature that behaves quieter than water, lower than grass; They are unassuming, quiet, try not to draw attention to themselves, and blush when discussing intimate topics, and are especially ashamed to talk about it. But, left alone with a partner, such girls during intimacy will give a head start to other upstarts, who outwardly declare themselves as queens of beauty and goddesses of passion, but in fact are not much different from a log. There is also this type of girls – harmful, capricious,. They are convinced that men exist to satisfy their needs, to indulge their whims, but they owe nothing to anyone and are in themselves a precious treasure that is the highest good to possess. Deep down, these girls are convinced that anyone who just looks at her wants to possess her at the very least, in other words, he wants to encroach on the happiness that she imagines herself to embody. She gets great pleasure when she "refuses" to make happy someone who, in fact, often did not claim her at all. However, from a short introduction about different types of girls, I will move on to the main part, which I am going to write about - about the type of sexuality that is commonly called fetish or deviation. I call it just a sexual fantasy, and before I explain what it is, I will say that I love it when any of the representatives of the above types of girls find themselves in this state. In my fantasy, a girl is walking down the street somewhere, or maybe she's on a public transport, or, suddenly, having decided to enter the institute, she sits on an exam, or maybe she rides a train or runs into a café in a panic... The fact is that she hadn't gone to the toilet for a long time, and drinking water or tea slowly filled her bladder, as a result, too much fluid accumulated inside, and the girl realized that she urgently needed to get to the toilet. Imagine, for example, the following picture: a girl walks to herself, looking at whom it is impossible to think about anything but sex. And at that moment she has a full bladder, and there is not a single toilet nearby! And she really wants to sit down, and she would be happy to sit down, but you can't sit in public, do you? And I really want to write! Very, very, very!! So that (she thinks) a little more and it will flow right into her panties, and it will pour down her wonderful legs. And in this position I find her, and, guessing the delicate state, I am even more stupefied by her. And she doesn't know about it, and when she does, she's unlikely to understand. Maybe he'll even think about it. However, for a short time, then he will ask affirmatively: "What nonsense?" and run on. And he will run to the same café in a panic. And if there's a queue, she'll make a plaintive face and say, "Please let me go to the bathroom. I really want to! Otherwise, I'm going to pee!!." And they will certainly let her in. And most of the casual readers who have never heard of such a fantasy will also think so and make a verdict: "Really, it's some kind of nonsense. What's wrong with a girl who wants to go to the toilet?" And someone will ask: "Well, she wants to go to the toilet, and then what?" Nothing more, I just see a special, additional sexuality in this situation. First of all, it's kind of cool that even the sexiest girls are not strangers to the earthly, and also go out of necessity. And secondly, at this moment they become sweetly restless: after all, when a girl wants to pee, she crosses her legs, dances or dances, shifts from foot to foot, some even squeeze themselves with their hands in that very sweet place. Just fantasize for a second and imagine such a picture for a minute! Well, doesn't that look cute and erotic? They have very touching and funny grimaces at the same time: she rolls her eyes, chatters her teeth, sexily bites her lower lip... Does this remind you of anything? A girl behaves in the same way when she poses in front of a camera or video camera, or when she deliberately seduces a man she likes, thus trying to arouse him. There are so many such amateur photos of girls, where she, posing, crosses her legs, sticks out her ass, sexily squats, plays with facial expressions: rolls her eyes, bites her lips and depicts other such characteristically girlish grimaces that attract men so much. When a girl's bladder is full to such an extent that they begin to worry about the impending problem, all these characteristic grimaces (unless, of course, the girl suppresses her natural impulses by an effort of will, and does not allow herself to outwardly show desire) begin to manifest themselves involuntarily, and this, of course, attracts attention to them, because it looks seductive. In general, according to my personal observations and comparisons, the facial expressions of girls at such moments are identical to the expression when they are very excited and are about to have an orgasm.... Orgasm and agony are perhaps related sensations, much like genius and insanity. It is not for nothing that girls, finding themselves in such a situation (when they wildly want to relieve themselves), run to the end of their lives, tear off themselves They sit down and murmur, and a second later they breathe a sigh of relief and say, "This is cooler than an orgasm!!." I don't think they're lying. There is another nuance here: orgasm is an intimate matter, and girls prefer to achieve it in a secluded place with a partner. But in order to reach orgasm, both the girl and her partner still need to try. But when girls are in a hurry out of necessity, you can't spin it, and relief will inevitably come sooner or later... And there is a risk that you may simply not reach home, because what is "cooler than orgasm" can happen earlier, it's good if it's in the bushes or in the nearest toilet, it's worse when it's in clothes. However, it's worse for them, but not for me and my imagination. *** From time to time, I personally observed such situations in my life, however, all these cases ended happily for the girls (except for those when they knew about my fantasy and agreed to fulfill it). Although the first and only such case in my memory happened in kindergarten, I did not personally see it, but the information reached the whole group. We had one lively girl, one from a series of activists. And on one spring walk in the morning, she peed. I only remember how she sat alone in the group at lunch, crying. It was extremely unexpected that it was her, and not someone else or another. But that was my childhood. She was five or six years old. *** At school, surprisingly, there was not a single instance in my presence where any of the schoolgirls showed signs of a strong desire to go to the toilet. But the first and only memory I had from my school days was on vacation in the south, in a village not far from Sochi. I was ten years old at the time, and the girl was nine. She liked me, but at that time, due to my age, I was not interested in girls. One day she and I were coming back from the beach. It was another ten minutes to get home, and then she stopped and said to me. - Wait here. I'm running away to Tuapse (that's what she called the toilet, there's a city in the south). "We'll be back soon," I said And she, bending the knee of her right leg, and squeezing the left with her right thigh, said: "I'm getting sick of it," and she waved into a nearby wooden establishment. I was replaying this moment in my head for a long time. *** But I didn't see anything like it again until I graduated from high school. And later, when I was in college, I periodically watched small scenes with a classmate named Veronica. It was as if she had guessed about my fantasy, because several times she had experienced (and she openly demonstrated it) those states that drive me crazy, or rather, my brain is clouded with wild excitement and lust. Once, during a break, when I and several other people were standing at the door of the closed office, Veronica was standing with her friends, and suddenly began to dance coquettishly and openly, grabbed her crotch with her hand and asked: - Girls, who's going to the toilet with me? Hurry up, I'm going to off! Later, during one big break, she sat in the office. I was chatting with a classmate, and suddenly she said, "Damn, I want to piss!" My heart pounded, my eardrums stiffened, and my eyes squinted in her direction. Then the bell rang, and she asked in a panic, "Is that for class already? Pancake. And I didn't go to pee, what to do, I can't stand it in class?!" Her friend reasonably remarked, "So what's the problem, Veronica? Run away before it's too late." And she ran... I also remember an incident when we were doing laboratory work. Veronica was sitting on the second desk, in front of me, with a friend. Suddenly, I hear her say to her desk mate: - Damn, how much time is left until the end of the pair? "Twenty minutes more," she said. She didn't answer, but began to fidget. Then she stood up, bent her left leg, put it on a chair, and put her butt on it. Distracted from the laboratory, I looked with pleasure at Veronikin, tightly covered with jeans, the "nut". And then she utters the cherished words: "Damn, I'm going to myself." I want to go to the toilet, I just can't! And he starts fidgeting. How on purpose! It's like he knows how it affects me. Neighbor says: "Then ask me to come out." But she's not in a hurry. He keeps fidgeting. And then there is more. She brazenly lifts her ass, and rubs her jeans between her legs with her right hand. Even the neighbor exclaimed: - Veronica, what are you talking about? Not at all! Go already. Otherwise, there will be a puddle! And she asks the teacher for her, let Veronica go, she needs to get out. A caring neighbor! However, from time to time small episodes happened to her, the girl was relaxed, open, and did not hesitate to say aloud that she needed to pee. *** When I was a student, I started going to rock concerts. There I met a punk girl. For all her appearance, alternativeness, and anti-pop, she was a typical representative of the very category of girls I wrote about at the very beginning of the story – a girl with an innate natural sexuality. She often came to visit me. All the mass parties took place with her participation, and I liked her. She liked me too. But that's not what I'm talking about, it's about the fact that there was a small episode with her once, which is an integral part of my sexual fantasy. It was the ninth of May. In a small crowd we moved into the city. A long line of people stretched across the blocked square. At a leisurely pace, we formed part of this marching chaotic column. And my heart skipped a beat with excitement when the punk nymph threw out the dreamy phrase: "I would like to piss...", looking around. There was no way to do this without being open to the eyes of the crowd, and we walked slowly through the entire square. As I walked, I imagined that she was already splashing fluid in her bladder. As we approached the monument, we found a crowd of acquaintances, and the pankusha began to hug and greet everyone, forgetting for a second about the suffering bladder. But five minutes later, just as I described the Southern nine-year-old girl, with her right knee bent and her right thigh clasped on her left, she said, "Who's going to go to the bathroom with me? CCCC. I want to piss, I can't take it anymore!" *** The following small observation, strange as it may seem, occurred during my military service in the armed forces of the Russian Federation. One day, a daytime attendant came running and told me that a guy and a girl had come to see me at the checkpoint. They came unexpectedly for me. He was a friend of mine who was in the same class, and he started dating this girl at the same time that I was called to serve. They spent only fifteen minutes with me and left. And this happened for a very simple reason. Entering the barracks, the girl asked about the toilet (it took them two hours to get to the unit, plus twenty minutes by bus), and what kind of toilet was there in the barracks? Masculine, of course. And she categorically refused to go there. Then we sat in the smoking-room, but the girl made it clear to my friend that she wanted a little and that she could not wait. Very quickly they left. The second moment was when a girl came to one soldier for a showdown. Sort things out. I was on duty at the checkpoint. The girl was an under-shafe. And in ten minutes she told me the whole story of the relationship, about what a jerk he was, and how much she hated him... She hates her for deceiving her, saying that they don't let her go on leave, and he came last week and went to another woman. And then she asked abruptly, "Okay. Where can I go to the toilet here?" I said that you can go to the grass behind the checkpoint. She crossed her legs and asked, "What? You don't even have a proper toilet here? Well, actually... And what am I going to do now?!" I didn't know what to say to her (or rather, I said to myself, "Pee in your pants if you don't want to pee in the grass"). In addition, the assistant of the duty officer, that is, me, "floated out" from somewhere, and, smiling, began to pay compliments to the girl and sing her praises. In the middle of the eulogy, the girl, after thinking it over, reported, "That's all right. I'm going to go look for the toilet!" and left. She came back relieved and continued to reproach her lover for what the world was worth. *** In the summer, after the army, together with the same friend who came to my unit with a girl who wanted to go to the toilet, we guarded one large building. For us, the work was as follows: we took a shift, locked the doors, and went for a walk. Most often, they did not return alone, but with the fair sex. One day, I came to his place with two girls I had met with another friend earlier. We approached the building at the moment when he went to make his rounds. Cell phones were not yet ubiquitous at that time. We stood and waited. I entertained the girls. It was drizzling outside. One of the girls kept asking him how long he was going to walk there, and after a minute she revealed the reasons for her anxiety – she wanted to go to the toilet. Then she began to dance, shrink, her friend offered her to drive her into the bushes. She refused, saying that it was wet and unpleasant. The friend was delayed. A few minutes later, when the rain began to drizzle, she said, "Soon it will be drizzling and it will be very wet..." A friend came and opened the door. "Where's the toilet?" she asked. He showed her. At night, they had an intimate relationship. A little later, both of us quit, but we agreed with other watchmen, our own age, that we could not come to visit at night alone, and, having received the "go-ahead", we went "hunting". Luck smiled on us instantly in the form of three young girls walking around the city at night, one of whom was a very sympathetic young girl. Our proposal was accepted without objection and we went to the guarded building through the stall. While the friend was buying light liquor, the sympopulka began to complain that she wanted to pee. We reached the building, woke up the watchman, and he couldn't find the key. And the girl crossed her legs and repeated that she wanted to write... The key stubbornly could not be found... And she was already saying so angrily and capriciously: "Why has he taken so long? You don't understand? I'm in TU-A-LET, HO-CHOO!!." The key was never found. We decided to climb over the window. First a friend climbed over, then another girl. She couldn't believe that the door wouldn't open, and kept saying that she refused to climb through the window, and that she had an overflowing bladder. Still, she climbed. I dropped her off, and my friend helped her climb up through the window. "Drag me quickly!! AAA! Pressure on the bubble! I'm going to pee!" she shouted at him as her tummy inevitably pressed against the wall, creating additional external pressure. I wonder if she held out while she was climbing, or if she still shoved a little into her panties? *** Then all our parties moved to the apartment of a friend, whose parents spent the whole spring-summer-autumn at the dacha. And we spent nights at his apartment. In the evenings, we walked in the center and got acquainted with students. I would like to mention in passing one incident when we talked to and invited three first-year students to visit. They broke down and refused to go. At first. After a while, they no longer took this proposal with hostility, and wondered how far to go. Then they agreed. When we arrived, it was necessary to walk. And that's when one of them asked a question that interested the rest of the students, as it turned out: "How far do you live?" We explained it to them. The second question was, "Can I go to the toilet?" (no, you can't, I thought to myself), but we said that of course you can. On the landing, while her friend was opening the door, one of them shifted frantically from foot to foot, and entering the apartment, taking off her shoes with a low exclamation: "Toilet!!", the first rushed into the relieving cubicle. The second case was somewhat similar to this one. Same characters, except for the girls. And they also break down, but it was the one I chose for myself (and she, as it turned out, me too) who insisted on coming to us. On the way, I guessed why, and heard from her that I was not mistaken in my assumption - she wanted to write. The situation was complicated for her by the fact that the second friend came to his house to pick up or give something away. And we stood in the yard on a warm summer evening, waiting for him to come back soon. Wasting no time, I hugged the girl who wanted to write and asked her, "How are you?" She said, "Oh, I still want to go to the bathroom." We laughed at my answer: "If you still want to, it's all right for now. Otherwise, you'd have an accident." She replied that if I made her laugh now, the "accident" would certainly happen. And she reproachfully warned: "If I pee, it will be on your conscience!" I was ready to take such a sin upon my soul! But we reached it safely, without "accidents". Alas. *** A "poignant" case, literally "on the verge", happened once in front of my eyes, when everything could actually end up with a girl's wet jeans. I was out with the same friend, he was going home. We met three students. I saw one of them for the second time in my life – the first time I met her was at a disco, and that time it seemed to me that the girl really fell in love with me, but I did not try to "fight back" her. At the second meeting, I was convinced that I was not mistaken last time. While my friend was exchanging phone numbers with the one I liked, a girl I had already known earlier made it clear that she would like to get to know me better. And she whispered that she was even ready to separate from her friends. At that moment, the friends went into the bushes, and she was left alone to stand with me, telling them that she did not want to. I guess she lied, in fact she wanted to. When my friends returned, we said we were leaving, and they continued on their way together. We went for a walk, then I bought her a beer, and we sat on a park bench chatting. After a while, she hinted that she wanted to go to the bathroom. I offered to take a taxi and continue our acquaintance at home. The girl agreed without hesitation. She was visibly drunk from the beer she had drunk, and her desire to visit the ladies' room was clearly increasing. I called a taxi, and we drove to my place. In the car, she climbed up to me with drunken tenderness. When we got out, she asked us to go to the store and buy a lighter. And she reminded: "I really want to go to the toilet!" I didn't say anything, and we moved on. Her gait was staggering, her tongue was tangled. At the store, she said again: "I really want to go to the bathroom! How far is it to go to you?" I pointed to the house, near the store, and she calmed down a little, and reminded me of the lighter. We went into the store, and while I was knocking a lighter into the cash register, I noticed the cashier's surprised and strange look in the direction of the girl. When I turned around, I saw her twitching and standing in a pose: "Mommy. I'm going to blow up my pants!" And just as I thought about it, she said in a panic, "I feel bad. I need to sit down!" And she walked out of the store. I followed her and saw her looking around in horror. And there was only an open space, albeit uninhabited. She repeated again, "I feel very bad! I need to sit down!" I reasonably objected to her: "Where are you going to sit here? We'll be here in three minutes." But even this shortcut, she kept saying, "I have to sit down. I'll sit right now and here! I don't care anymore!" But then I didn't allow her idea to come true. In the blink of an eye, we were standing in my driveway, and while I was taking out the keys to the intercom, she moved a little to the left. People were sitting in the yard, including those from a neighbor's house, it is possible that someone observed this picture. I went to her, and she said, "I don't care! I don't care anymore!", at the same time she unbuttoned her jeans and began to squat. I didn't let her urinate near my porch. He took her by the hand and led her along. Luckily for her, the elevator was on the first floor, and I assured her that we would arrive soon. We got into the elevator. She turned to the front wall, nuzzled her forehead against it, the button and fly on her jeans were unbuttoned, and her white panties were clearly visible. She clamped her hand over her crotch and prayed silently to herself. I can say with confidence that this was the case when the girl really could have poured into jeans right in the elevator, but she endured. As I opened the door, she was saying, "Hurry, hurry!" In the hallway, rather leisurely, she took off her shoes, and asked for some reason: "I'm going to the bathroom. May I?" I wonder if I had said no, what would have happened then? Would she have made a mess right in the hallway? I replied that it was possible. She thanked him and locked herself in the bathroom. A second later, the sound of the surf came from there... We slept that night and I never saw her again, but I didn't enjoy sex with her, unlike her desperous state. *** Perhaps the sexiest girl I met at that time was Katya. You can write about the history of acquaintance, relationships, repetitions and other things for a long time. I will only give a brief account of it, and of course I shall not forget the episode which belongs to my fancy. Katya was twenty-four years old, she was married at the time, but her relationship with her husband was like that of a cat with a dog. That's one of the reasons why she was looking for adventures on the side. She was raising her two-year-old daughter, with whom I got along right away. And Katya herself had a very good figure and exuded animal sexual energy from within herself. She allowed me to use these gifts of nature, although she knew how to manipulate me competently. However, I was willing to do anything to meet her, visit her, and have sex with her from time to time. One day we went to the cinema and she was drinking a low-alcohol cocktail. After the film, they went to my place. We got off one stop earlier. She asked me to buy another gin tonic. As we stood in line, she crossed her legs and then began to shift. I guessed that the drink I had drunk was begging to come out. At the apartment, she repeated her gesture, but said nothing. Entering, she hurriedly kicked off her shoes, did not pass, but ran into the toilet, pulled off her panties, sat on the toilet, and instantly gurgled. Only then did she close the door. Katya was the first girl to whom I confessed my fantasy. At first, we were just talking about sexual fantasies, and she told me about hers. In essence, her fantasy is a rapist-victim role-play. But it would have turned her on. It's a pity we didn't have time to try. I didn't admit my fantasy because I was afraid that she would think I was crazy or a pervert. But, in the end, he confessed. A couple of days later, as I told her the essence of the fantasy, another episode occurred. We were walking in the yard with her daughter. Two hours later, we walked home through the store. When my daughter said, "Mom Katya, I want cheese," she said, "Nastya, I don't have time to take cheese, let's go home as soon as possible." We left the house. And she walked briskly toward the house. And her daughter and I were lagging behind. Turning around, she said to me in an imperative tone: "Take her in your arms, or we will walk like this for two hours." At the door of the apartment, she began to shuffle and utter a dull sound: "ssssssss Entering the apartment, she put her bag on a chair, and, undressing, continued to dance. Her daughter began to demand something from her, and received an answer: "Nastya, go to the forest. Mommy almost peed on the way!" *** Gradually, the relationship with Katya faded. For a while, I just walked on my own. Once, a large group of us went to another city for a music festival. There were girls in the minority among us. When we arrived, the whole crowd went to someone's friend's house, which did not make him happy at all. After two hours of noise, chaos and chaos, he called his other acquaintances who were themselves preparing for the festival and were ready to receive such a noisy crowd. On foot, we moved to the other end of the city. The fact is that the city was so small that even buses did not run, and it was possible to comb it in half an hour. However, we walked almost as long, maybe a little less. Soon, a girl in light-colored trousers needed a cast. And judging by her quick glance, the liquid was pressing down on the valve quite hard. After making sure that there were no toilets or completely secluded places, she did not try her luck, but simply turned to the girls from the party: "Does anyone want to go to the toilet?" There was no reply. And then, showing signs of burning impatience and looking around once more, she said quietly aloud, "I'm going to piss myself now," and turned to one of the girls in our party, whom she did not know, "Shall we go, shall we go to the house?" But she replied that she didn't want to, and a little, as it seemed to me, condescending and arrogant. (Like, are you guys here, and they shouldn't know that girls pee). Three minutes later, there was another attempt at conversion, which was completely ignored (but I followed the development closely), after which the girl said two more times to nowhere, "I'm going to in my pants." We reached the house of strangers. The girl did not get any better, but her blonde trousers remained dry. Then, some on foot, some by elevator, went up to the eighth floor, they opened it for us, but they were in no hurry to let such a large crowd of strangers in. And then she made a decision, prefacing it with the phrase: "Okay. Now it's going to begin: let's go somewhere else, and I won't piss." Then she went up to the attic. Three minutes later, she came down, satisfied with her life. And three more later, the whole crowd of us fell into the apartment. *** At one time a silent girl of short stature came to me. She was quiet and calm in nature, but not shy or shy, especially in sex. One day I invited her to my house "for a movie." I treated her to juice, we were lying on the couch watching a movie, her head was on my chest, and I was leisurely caressing various parts of the girl's body with my hand. Near the end of the film, she said: - I'd like it to be over sooner. I really want to go to the toilet. One of her phrases made a strong impression on me. My stroking became even more gentle. Apparently, the girl also felt this and was in no hurry to leave, receiving her portion of caresses from me. When the movie was over, she rejoiced and exclaimed: - At last. Otherwise, I can barely stand it. However, I ignored her wishes, and instead of letting her pee, I began to kiss her earlobe, neck, lips and began to undress... Soon she reminded me that she wanted to go to the bathroom, but I took her to the bathroom. There she asked: "Should I go right here?" I replied in the affirmative, after which the stream from her hole merged with the water pouring from the shower. *** After my first confession to Katya, I was much more relaxed about my own fantasy, which some, however, mostly hypocrites and rigid conservatives, classify as "It's not normal" and call it "Perversion." I won't argue with them, but I won't agree either. There were girls who reacted quite adequately and normally, even with interest, to my confession. And then I began to think in this way: to see desper, not to mention vetting, in real life in a random way is a rarity and a great luck, but if you awaken the interest of a girl you know in this fantasy or just ask her to fulfill it, you can see an artificially created situation. One day I met a medical college student. Soon I told her about the fantasy and suggested that she try not to go to the toilet before the meeting, go to me, drink juice from me and continue to endure. Reluctantly, the girl agreed. Moreover, she allowed me to film everything that was happening on a video camera. But already at home, as soon as we arrived, she said that she really wanted to go to the toilet. Outwardly, this state was not noticeable in her, and I did not believe that she was already very eager to write. I found some old jeans for her, just in case, for her to change into. She drank the juice for another twenty minutes, twirled to the music, and did not let go of her hands from her crotch. Then she said she couldn't take it anymore and went to the bathroom. I followed her with a camera in my hands. When he asked me to stand there for a while and be patient a little longer, she answered: - Where else can I endure? I'm already peeing. I thought she was exaggerating, but when I personally unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans and panties, I saw a stream pouring right into her clothes. I walked out of the toilet with the video camera in my hands, she looked away in embarrassment and wrote, then closed the door. There was an impressive puddle on the floor of the toilet after it. In the room, I filmed the aftermath - the jeans on the side of the butt were wet below the knees. Another time I tried to ask her to be patient again, but she flatly refused. I only agreed to pee. She climbed into the bathroom in the pants I had given her, peed herself in them, and finally said, "How disgusting." *** In the autumn of one year, I met a married girl at a disco. Her husband went on a month-long business trip, and I spent time with his wife. The girl was very fond of light alcoholic drinks and sex. And sex in different places. So one evening during the Indian summer I mastered it on the veranda of the kindergarten. I would also like to note that she did not hesitate to relieve herself in front of me. And it was not without pleasure that I watched her squatting down. Subsequently, she showed a reverse medal – a harmful character. However, I was not her husband, so I did not suffer. One day we were sitting on a bench talking, she was drinking either beer or gin, and before she went to get more, she said that she would sit down first to relieve herself. I objected. He persuaded me to go to the store first... She sighed, but agreed on one condition: "Only quickly, and if I don't run to the bush, I'll sit down earlier, and you cover me then." "No problem," I replied and off we went. There was a small queue at the store, and she didn't shift, squeeze her hips, cross her legs, and certainly not squeeze herself in her crotch. However, the tension on her face, as well as the look she looked at me, betrayed her desire, and showed how hard it was for her to hide her impatience. We went back very quickly. I confess that I really wanted to relieve myself, so I stepped aside. The girl wanted to go back and pee in a more secluded place. - Finish quickly. Hear! Quit it! Pancake! I'm going to pee! - she urged me, using all methods to restrain the stream that was about to gush out of the tether between the thighs... Standing still caused the pressure on her bladder to become unbearable, and we ran to a secluded place, where, turning her ass to me, lowering her panties and lifting her skirt, she let out a powerful, hissing stream with a moan. *** Some episodes can be observed during concerts and public events. In one small club, during a sound check, an acquaintance of the musicians burst in, greeted them casually and asked: "Is the toilet open? I thought I wouldn't take you. I'm going to die!" In the same club, there was a habit of closing the passage to the corridor where the toilets were located during the performance. And they were not allowed to go outside. And when they were released, on the other side of the building, you could see a lot of girls' butts. One day, a girl who discovered that she couldn't get to the toilet began to panic. I heard the phrase: "Give me a saucer. I'm going down right here." Then she complained to the barmaid, and she was escorted. Once, the metal band "Master" came to us. There I met a regular at such events. We knew each other, or rather, we were friends with each other. From time to time we called each other. There was no question of any sexual relations, though until she aroused my interest in her, after an incident that caused me to become aroused and to have sexual intercourse with her. Me, her and her age, a sufferer-boyfriend, went to the trolleybus stop after the concert. The boyfriend looked at me angrily, because he felt a competitor, and mentally, I think, he wanted me to go my own way. While I was waiting for the trolleybus, I said: "I'll go and pour" and went to the tree. The girl said enviously, "You're lucky!" and then my attention was focused on her. When he returned, she looked at him, and again enviously repeated, "You're lucky..." and added, "I want it too!" However, she refused to accept his offer to run into the bushes. The seats in the trolleybus were occupied, and the girl could hardly hide her torment at the end. She bit her lip and crossed her legs. And we cheered her up and at the same time made fun of her, and she was indignant: "What bastards you guys are! You're kidding me!" We arrived safely. We got off at the bus stop, she ran into a café and relieved herself in the toilet, despite a sign that read, "The toilet is for visitors only!" Another incident at a major summer rock festival. At such an event, there are several dry toilets, and there is always a queue attached to them, and sometimes a long one. I was standing there, and just about to go in next, when a lively girl appeared from somewhere, and after asking who was going next, she said that she would not delay the line, and would come in with me if I did not mind. Timid voices of objection rang out from behind, and I answered the proposal with tacit consent. When we walked in, she said, "Let's go you first, and I'll do it after." She asked me what kind of photo I had, and then, after asking if I minded, she unbuttoned my jeans and pressed her hand between my legs, explaining it this way: "I really want to write. But don't get distracted." And I was just getting distracted. As she waited for me to make room for her, she shared her thoughts with me: "It's just that there's a very long line. And when you really want to write, you can't stand. You can even pee. And I can barely stand it anymore." I made room for her so she wouldn't pee. The girl pulled off her panties, and dropped: "Ah. What a thrill!" she murmured. Half a minute later, she got up, refueled, I opened the booth and we got out of it. The girl said goodbye and ran away. A little later, I saw her as part of a large company. In the booth, she managed to mention that she had come with friends. *** The City Day can also be attributed to this series. As a rule, most girls, without hesitation, sit down in bushes, yards, behind garages, not being at all embarrassed by the presence of the male sex. At such a moment, it feels like everyone is equal. But there are those who do not allow themselves such vulgarity and frank naturalism, and therefore patiently, and sometimes not very much, wait for their turn to the bio-toilet. On several occasions I have seen some of the girls shifting in anticipation of their time. One girl, whom I watched for a very long time, danced and put her legs crosswise when she stood. I must have waited ten minutes for my turn. When she came out, she took a mirror out of her purse, and with the help of it she examined her light trousers for dampness. And three girlfriends somehow endured with the last of their strength, but continued to stand in line. In the end, one of them couldn't stand it anymore and ran behind the booth. The two laughed, but continued to wait their turn, shifting from foot to foot. One of them was joking, feigning a desperate state. As I got closer, I heard her say, "I'm going to myself off like Marinka. Ahh Shhhhh At the same time, she depicted the following: she shuffles, then squeezes her hips, and puts the soles of her feet wider than shoulder width, sits down, pretending to lift her skirt, and pretends that her pantyhose are flowing. Perhaps this was a red herring, because as soon as the booth was free, she was the first to rush in, breaking off her friend, who herself was on the verge of disgrace. The girlfriend was left alone with the closed cubicle, dancing very hard, at times squeezing her hips with all her might, rolling her eyes and biting her lips. Then she started knocking on the door and panicking: "Hurry, Anya. Let's hurry! Sss Hear? I'm going to write it now!" *** And then, one fine winter day, the culminating moment in my life came, when I met a special girl, and we knew such a powerful passion, love, harmony... The list of epithets is endless. I will only tell you about one artificial episode related to my fantasy that happened to this girl. Why artificial? It's just that the very next day after we met and spent the night together, I told a lot about myself. Including my imagination. She didn't understand it at first, but the next day she said she found it interesting. In general, she herself suggested trying to artificially create such a situation. And before that, she told a little story. She once took an intercity bus home. I rode in a light dress, and the air conditioning in the bus worked uninterruptedly. Despite the heat outside, the cold air blew down her legs, making her want to go to the bathroom more and more. She drove and endured to get to the city for two hours. And where they passed, there were all bare fields all around. In addition, drivers do not stop. And so, when there was still half an hour left to her hometown, she realized that if she did not get off at the nearest stop, then a puddle would certainly form under the seat. She jumped out and ran like a bullet to the gas station in the cherished toilet. She walked the rest of the way, cursing and reproaching herself. From then on, she always chose a different path – twice as long, but with two changes, because she was afraid of history repeating itself, which could also end in the described panties sooner or later. I will preface the next story by saying that I was able to help her eradicate this fear. And so, after she agreed and expressed a desire to experiment, she and I went to a café, where she drank five cups of tea for two and a half hours. It must be said that the waiters and the bartender were a little surprised by such an order. However, after drinking cups of tea, my girlfriend told me, "Amazing. But after you've told me about your fantasy, I've had a few cups of tea, and I'm sitting there quite calmly, and I could have a drink of it.In 2014, the Netherlands But if it had been during the trip, I would have wanted to go to the toilet just thinking about the amount of drinking." In order not to embarrass the waitresses, we walked to another café. And there I ordered another cup for her. I have to admit, despite the fact that I didn't order much for myself, I realized that if I didn't go to the toilet, I would find myself in this position, and I did. One of us should not have been in a desperate situation. After I returned, she suggested that we go for a walk, and said that she would love to visit the toilet herself, but she would go to the end of the experiment. We went outside. It was already late and cool. Five minutes later, my girlfriend started giving SOS signals: "Okay, let's take a taxi, and it's closer to home!" I calmly replied, "Okay, now." "No, not now," she protested, "but RIGHT NOW!" I obediently caught the first car I came across, and off we went. In front of the house, she performed her magic dance called: "I really want to go to the toilet, I'm going to pee now." And I took some pictures with her camera. Then we went up to the apartment, she rolled her eyes and moaned, "Faster, faster," squeezing her thighs tightly, and I couldn't help but take this shot, which was blurry because my hands were shaking and I wasn't focusing. In the apartment, she even freaked out a little when I looked at the footage instead of helping her take off her shoes. However, when I lifted her leg higher to take off her boots, she screamed, "Ouch! Don't put pressure on my bladder." A rush of tenderness swept over me through the arousal. And I said gently, "I'm sorry." But my girl got on her knees, and sat her ass on the heels of her feet. She closed her eyes, as if she were praying, and said, "I'm peeing everything! I'm peeing!" But she restrained herself, and with my help she got up, and, without bending to the end, accompanied by me, entered the bathroom, I helped her step over the edge of the bathtub, and, taking pictures, through the digital window of the camera, watched her pee through her panties... Half an hour later, we were lying naked in a warm bed. We looked at the photos. "You know, I'm looking at the picture, and I'm getting excited by myself," she said as I lay on top of her. The night and the sex were unforgettable... *** At one concert, I liked a blonde girl. She was a beautiful, well-built natural blonde, but not one of those who are called "Dumb Blonde" - on the contrary, she was an excellent student of the Faculty of History, very well-mannered, cultured and a little modest girl. I met her at a concert when I was drunk and didn't behave very well. However, she left me her phone number and I called her afterwards, but we never met. In addition to her studies, she worked in a puppet theater. Creative nature. Then our communication stopped, and it wasn't until eight months later that I saw her for the first time at a rock concert. Subsequently, she was courted by a vocalist from a brutal band - a rude and rude guy, which surprised me greatly. And one day, my friend and I, whom I have already mentioned (coming to the army), went to this company for a barbecue. There were informals, including this boorish guy, and the contrast to all this bedlam was that blonde girl. That guy, drunk, was climbing up to her with his rough tenderness, but a quick glance from the outside was enough to understand how much she didn't like it. We exchanged glances and smiled at each other. At one point, the guy caught our eye and walked up to her and hugged her roughly. Five minutes later, she told him she wanted to go home and asked him to accompany him. He tried to persuade me to stay. And the girl only timidly begged to accompany her, and insisted on not lingering here. He was approached by a drunken friend from the group. And after a few minutes, the obsessive suitor let the girl go and said that he would be away for a while. "Where are you going?" She asked. "We'll go to the toilet," his friend answered for him , "You're lucky!" - the girl said with envy and sadness, and turned to her suitor, - Anton, I'm sorry. But I'll go. It's time for me to go home. He was displeased with her insistence and asked irritably: "Why are you always rushing home?" Let's hang out a little longer, and then I'll see you off. But the girl insisted. And then a shrewd friend publicly exposed the girl: "She just wants to write, so she wants to go home. And he's embarrassed to admit it. "Yes, you're right, that's why I want to go home," the girl was glad to understand. "So what's the problem, come with us, you're coming from the other side." "Why, I can't go there," she said. - Don't worry. If you pee quietly, no one will see you. You want to write," he reassured her, "All right," she agreed, "just promise not to peek!" "We promise," he said, and the three of them went. Litso virgin shining with joys *** On one of the first warm days, after a long winter, my friend and I were sitting on the bench of the bus stop after a walk. We were faced with the question: should we continue to walk, or should we run home? The friend was inclined to take a walk. I thought about it. But one important factor influenced the final decision. A young girl sat down next to me. More precisely, at first, she stood next to her two girlfriends, and in their trio she was the leader. Then she sat down. From the conversations between them, it became clear that they were waiting for a minibus and were heading to the area where I lived at the time. The girl was drinking gin and tonic, and before sitting next to me, she threw the empty can into the garbage can. In the midst of their chatter, I caught her saying, "Shall we go to the bathroom at the café?" But my friend insisted that we would go. And then the girl said: "I really want to go to the toilet, let me run there first." But her friend refused to let her go. At that moment, my friend turned to me: "Well, shall we move on?" Guess what I said to him. In general, I decided to see how this story would end, especially since the necessary minibus stubbornly did not arrive, and the girl warned her friend that "there will be a puddle in the minibus." My friend remained cool, and soon a transport arrived, they got in, and I, saying a sharp goodbye to my friend, sat down next to them. When the transport started moving, I immediately struck up a conversation with them, and the girl, who was afraid that she would leave a puddle behind, willingly rambled something about herself to me, without giving the slightest sign of wanting to go to the toilet. However, as soon as we got out, the first thing she said was, "I'd like to run into that bush near the house right now." "Aren't you afraid of what they'll see?" I don't care anymore. It's better than peeing." And yet she didn't go, and when the other friend went the other way, I accompanied her home "eager to be relieved." She complained that her friend prevented her from going to the café before leaving. And then she jokingly said: "The main thing is not to endure, but to convey." At the entrance, while I was recording the phone and she was dictating it, her legs were performing an impatient dance. Fifteen minutes later, I called her and asked her if she had made it. She laughed and said, "It's okay. I made it!" *** I once met a girl on a dating site. Her name was Sveta. In the process of correspondence and communication on the phone, I told her in detail about my fantasy. In the evening, before our night meeting, she drank tea and did not go to the toilet, agreeing to be patient. At my house, she also drank a large mug of tea. When she wanted to go to the toilet more, she didn't have time to go – we went outside... We were standing outside at about six in the morning near my entrance. The street was bright and almost deserted, although sometimes people came out of the entrances and went somewhere. There were drunken people among them. I stood there nervous. The taxi driver was delayed, and I wanted to get away from my house as soon as possible. - Can you hear me? Let's go to you! Get out the keys! She was nervous, and almost reached into my pocket for the keys. "The taxi's coming, don't worry!" I replied, still keeping my cool. "You don't understand! "Oh!" she almost whimpered, "that I won't make it home." I'll pee in the car! "All right, then I'll take you to the bushes or over there, behind the building!" - I don't walk outside! Open the door to the stairwell, and let's go to you! Hear?! She panicked. I didn't react, and I wondered where the hell the taxi was. Sveta made a few circles around me. "Well, where's that taxi?!" She asked. "Yes, he'll be here in a moment." I tell you, let's go, I'll take you behind that building. "I'm telling you again!" I won't go behind the building! Open the door to the stairwell! Or I'm going to start screaming because I just don't care anymore! I think she would have thrown a tantrum in another two minutes, but luckily a taxi pulled up and we got into the car. Sveta was sitting, and once she even cried out a little, but not loudly, but chokedly, and bit into my hand, and I was already stroking her hand and quietly calming her down... She endured until the end of the route. I paid the taxi driver, opened the door, and helped her out of the car. She got out and couldn't straighten up for about fifteen seconds, then, without fully straightening up, she walked quickly to her driveway, and I followed her. We went to the entrance, she called the elevator. The doors opened immediately because the elevator was on the ground floor. She came in, and I stood and held the door. She looked pitiful. "Will you come with me?" She asked, shifting in place. "Yes, I don't think so, I'd rather stay here with you," I said. "No, I'm not staying here," she said, biting her lip, "come and visit me if you want to see it through." I imagined that at this early time I would be in her apartment, it was quite possible that her parents were already awake, they would see me... I didn't want such a meeting. I had enough emotions for today, I didn't want to run into her parents, despite the temptation to see Sveta already running to the toilet. I was holding the elevator doors. "Maybe you'll be better off with me after all?" I asked. - Oh no! Sveta began to push me away from her, "I won't give you such pleasure!" A little later, she called me. "Aren't you offended by me?" She asked. To be honest, I was even surprised by her question. "Of course not," I answered, "I thought you were offended." Why should I be offended by you? "Well, I pushed you so hard at the end when you were standing at the elevator, I just couldn't control myself anymore. - No, I'm probably the one who went too far today. By the way, how did you get to the apartment? -That's all right. Only I didn't have time to get to the toilet, already there I began to pee in jeans," Sveta admitted. Another time she was drinking tea and we called when she really wanted to go to the toilet. While we were talking about abstract topics, I didn't feel anything in the conversation, but as soon as I asked about her condition, Sveta remembered that she was very eager to write, and this immediately made it more difficult for her to endure. By the end of the conversation, she could hardly pronounce the words, and I was the only one who spoke, and she only answered me in monosyllables. Her voice trembled, and sighs could be heard. She was clearly at the stage when we were in the taxi. At some point, Sveta could hardly answer me, every word was difficult for her, and she swallowed the endings. All I could hear was her breathing heavily. At some point, she quieted down. I became worried and asked if everything was all right. She replied plaintively: "I peed." "Yes, all my pantyhose are wet, I barely had time to put the basin up, but there is still a puddle on the floor." A little later, I persuaded Sveta to another night meeting. We agreed that she would drink heavily, and then we would walk with her until she peed. She came to the meeting in warm black tights. I opened the box for her and she began to drink the drink. Then we went for a walk. It seemed that she did not want to go to the toilet at all, although Sveta said that she already wanted to. We walked for a while, and in those moments when we stopped, she already began to shuffle from foot to foot, almost like in staged videos. After all, I like real situations, and when everything is set up, it's still not the same. There is some kind of unnaturalness in this, artifice, and what is very exciting when you fantasize about it turns into some kind of imitation. It's like faking an orgasm, when everything seems to be happening on the outside, but in fact the main thing is missing. We walked like this for some time, the weather was not very good: a cold wind blew, sometimes snow fell. We wandered around, but somehow it was all about nothing - I really want to go to the toilet, but I don't feel like peeing in my clothes. Come on, maybe I'll just pee and you can take a look? Sveta suggested. "But I want to see you endure it with the last of your strength, and then you can't stand it anymore and pee!" I answered. - Yes, I really want it right now! "But I don't really see it in you!" - So it won't be visible. It's just that I've got a rock inside me right now, and I just won't be able to pee right now. And I just want to do it as soon as possible and that's it. We walked past the school and went behind a nook and cranny. Behind this nook there was rubbish. We went up the stairs, Sveta lifted her skirt and sat down over the tiles. For almost a minute, nothing happened. "I want it very badly now," she said, "but I can't even start, it's already hurting there." Let me just take off my pantyhose and pee like this? "Let's do as agreed," I disagreed. We stood in silence for a while, and then I noticed that drops of liquid began to seep through her pantyhose, and then a small stream poured out. It only lasted a few seconds. "That's it," Sveta said, "I'm a little relieved. I'll finish it normally at home. I guess I'll change my clothes there. We walked in the direction of her house. "Oh, it's so disgusting to walk in the wet. It's such an unpleasant feeling," she admitted, "I'll change my clothes at home now, and then I'll just go to the toilet. We said goodbye at her entrance. *** One day it occurred to me that why not go to girls who sell sex for money and see if they would agree to my fantasy. It turned out that no one agreed to endure to the end, much less to pee in clothes. But several times I was answered with consent. However, twice I was disappointed and only the third time I was satisfied with the service provided. Each time the agreement was as follows: the girl drinks a lot in advance, I come only when she really wants to go to the toilet. During the meeting, she continues to drink until she pees. I went to the first girl when she drank two and a half liters of water. I didn't notice a single sign of Desper. She proudly said that she agreed because she could tolerate it for a long time. She drank two more liters of juice in front of me, but as for her condition, she said: "My stomach is already full, I want to go to the toilet, but you still won't see anything from the outside." After an hour and a half, her voice began to tremble, she began to say: "This is some kind of mockery," and it became difficult for her to sit. But as soon as she finally reached the right stage, she announced that she would go to the toilet and pee normally in the toilet instead of her shorts. I didn't let her go to the toilet. She stood in front of the bathroom, curled up, shifting from foot to foot, holding her hand in her crotch and coaxing me to let me piss her in the toilet. I didn't let them in. In the end, she creaked and agreed to pee in her shorts in the bathroom, but I didn't get the impressions I wanted, and what was happening was very vaguely similar to what I had imagined. The second girl assured me that she would do everything right. It was agreed that I would arrive at the time of her desper. But when I arrived, the visual desper was gone again. It wasn't until about twenty minutes later that she began pacing around the room, crossing her legs, sitting down on the couch and fidgeting. However, in the end, she also said that she would not be able to pee in tights. We went to the bathroom, but she couldn't do it. As a result, she could not even pee in pantyhose and peed on the toilet with the door closed. The third girl appeared at the moment when I spat on these paid services, deciding that nothing sensible would come of it. But here I was assured that everything would be as it should be. The meeting was scheduled in the sauna. A young, slender girl in a skirt and tights came, as I had requested. She's also a bit shy. She drank water while sitting on the couch with one leg over the other. She admitted that she had been tolerating it for a long time and really wanted to go to the toilet. She said that she had never experienced anything like this, and then: "If only my husband knew what I was doing now." The girl even agreed to take a furosemide pill. Then she said that she was cold and we went to warm up in the steam room... When I saw her in the steam room with a naked top, my natural instincts took over without any foolishness. Although there was no initial agreement on sex, it took place before she had a desper. Although it came during sex. It turned out that first there was a dessert, and then the main course. I asked her to put on her pantyhose, and when we left the "break room" she was already twitching, crossing her legs and assuring me that she would pee any minute. It was beautiful and stunning! She was really depressed, her lower abdomen was swollen and hard as a rock, she desperately wanted to pee and was embarrassed that I would see her pee. At first, she couldn't stand it a little – a small wet track only reached the middle of her thigh. Her pantyhose were wet in her crotch. After a while, she said, "I can't take it anymore," and it poured out of her. A strong stream poured loudly from it and hit the floor, and wet streaks formed on the tights... After tidying herself up, the girl said, "Call me next time, I'll give you a discount."
  11. There is one young couple among my acquaintances – he is twenty–seven, she is twenty-three. Nikolai is a gentle, modest and financially successful young man, and Vika is a young sexy and damn attractive young person: a little blonde who always looks eighteen years old. In addition, she is terribly jealous, often touchy, but at the same time, even at such moments, she manages to remain sexy. God forbid Kolya to go somewhere or look at another girl - what's there!- it's enough just to accidentally mention a woman's name in a conversation by carelessness - that's it! Scandal is assured! She will pout, take offense, whimper, and Kolya will start to calm her down, and in the end everything will do as Vika wants. He was annoyed by everything several times. He was leaving. He said that forever. Then she would call him, and everything would go back to normal. It's fun to watch them from the outside, especially her. I remember how in the sauna she trotted with small steps in a short skirt and said, "Kolenka, bunny, where did you go without me? Wait!" Or standing on the street, "Well, Kolya, I'm already frozen, do something!". He calms her down, but, fortunately, he has learned not to take these whims too seriously. In June, Vika wanted to go to Egypt. Kolya preferred to travel abroad in winter, but since she wanted to, it was useless to convince. The tickets are bought, the suitcase is packed and mostly filled with Victoria's things: panties, swimsuits, shorts, skirts, suntan cream and another small assortment consisting of accessories necessary for a girl. They were ready for the trip. Immediately on the day of departure, Vika urgently needed to buy another swimsuit. A few minutes of pouting, whimpering, and they were already in the store fulfilling her whim. On the way to the house, Vicky's gaze accidentally fixed on a watermelon that had recently been delivered to the vegetable store. "Kolyusha, I want a watermelon," she said peremptorily. - Yes, we will eat everything in Egypt, we will go soon, - Nikolai objected, but Vika confidently pulled him to the stall, and the young man once again gave in to his beloved. And just before leaving for the airport, the happy owner of a new bathing suit was biting into a huge piece of fresh and sweet watermelon. "Dear, have a piece," Vika offered coquettishly, handing the slice to the young man. He didn't really want a watermelon, besides it was time to leave, but he bit off the purely symbolically sweet flesh. Vika happily started on the second piece. - Have you forgotten anything, Zaya? "What is it?" she asked, rinsing her hands in the sink. - I'm not, but did you take everything? I'm calling a taxi, it's better to leave early, I still need to go through customs, hand over my suitcases before boarding. As usual, she ignored the information and packed the newly purchased item. The taxi service called. They said that the car would arrive in five minutes. Vika began to restore beauty in the bathroom, tinted her lips, and seemed in no hurry. - Vic, are you coming soon? We're going to be so late! Kolya was worried. - Wait a minute. I'm ready... that's it, let's go," Vika soothed him by spraying perfume on his earlobes. She looked sexy in her pink miniskirt, light tight skinny tights and a pink tank top. A real blonde! - Shall we sit on the path? Kolya asked. Vika nodded silently and sat down on the edge of the suitcase. Ten seconds passed. - Shall we go? He jumped up, looked at his watch, opened the door and took out the suitcases. - Let's go, dear, - looking into the mirror, straightening her hair, straightening her skirt on the way, Vika said. And already in the hallway she added, "Oh! I also forgot to go somewhere on the track... well, okay…It's bad luck to come back… They went outside, put their suitcases in the trunk of a taxi, got in, and, anticipating a wonderful vacation, drove off. During the trip, they held hands like a young couple in love. Vika asked the driver to tune in some stupid radio with pop music, and periodically asked him to turn up the volume when she heard some stupid song. There was still plenty of time before boarding, but after driving halfway, Nikolai suddenly had an idea: - Vika, did you take the tickets? - No, why didn't you take it too?! - I think they stayed in the hallway, I thought you'd take it… - There you go! - Vika was upset – And what should we do now?! - Let's go home, we'll still make it if we do it quickly, - looking at the clock, he replied decisively. The taxi driver turned towards the house, and even entering the position, announced the new price, turned on the gas. Vika sat pouting capriciously, and Kolya glanced at his watch, figuring that he would have to act very quickly, otherwise he might be late for boarding. Soon they drove up to the house, Nikolai got out of the car. "Wait, I'll come up with you," Vika said. "Don't, I'll go quickly, stay here," he snapped, slamming the door sharply. The tickets were right on the locker in the hallway. "That's it, here they are," Kolya reassured Vika when he returned. There was not much time left before boarding, and the whole trip was now at the mercy of the taxi driver. He made the music louder, but Vika was upset and angry at Kolya and at herself because of her absent-mindedness, because she was no longer happy with the uncomplicated pop songs. - Kohl, well, I asked you, you didn't forget anything, you said you took everything, - Vika tried to scold him. - Well, that's it, baby, we'll make it, it's good that we remembered in time, - he justified himself, - the main thing is to go through customs control right away, register, but we're in time, zaya, we have to make it. - I hope ... - offended by not knowing who, Vika said in a moody voice, and, moving closer to the young man, she said softly in his ear with a claim and reproach, – and I also want to write! They drove in silence for several minutes. Kolya was looking at his watch. - How long before landing? Vika was nervous. - It starts in twenty minutes. - Well, as always! - Don't worry, dear, we'll make it, the main thing is registration and customs, and then count on the plane. Everything will be fine," Kolya reassured her. - Yeah, as always: "Vika, don't worry, everything will be fine," she mocked her young man, pouting again, acting up, "and the fact that I want to go to the toilet doesn't bother you at all! - The sun, well, what can I do, we're driving in the car right now. - Of course, do what you want, as always… - Vika, why do you start acting up just before the trip? - Maybe I shouldn't go at all then? I forgot my tickets, I can't go to the toilet! And how should I behave in your opinion? - We'll be there soon, just be patient. - How much is a little? Until my bladder bursts? - Well, why are you talking nonsense? Vika, let's come, we'll go through everything quickly, and then we'll figure it out. - So while we go through all these customs, I have to stand and suffer? You don't love me at all," she continued to play out the drama. Nikolai understood this perfectly well, because he was used to such scenes. But Vika was acting up now not only because of the harmfulness, but because she foolishly ate a watermelon before the trip, and now she terribly wanted to go to the toilet, and tried her best not to panic, because she perfectly understood that they might miss the plane. But, by the way, she also suffered from the moment she left home. Soon the young couple drove up to the airport. There was literally no time left. Kolya handed the tickets to Vika, and he paid the taxi driver, and without waiting for the change, grabbed the suitcase, and they quickly headed inside the premises. Vika could barely keep up with Kolya with her small-seeded steps in her uncomfortable high-heeled shoes. "Darling, I can't keep up," she whimpered. - Vika, the boarding is already over. We're about to be late. - Yes, I heard it. I want to go to the bathroom, do you hear me? I want to go to the bathroom! - Not now, there's no time! - And what should I do then, I want to write… - Be patient, there's no time now! They handed over their passports and tickets for verification, and waited for the results. All that remained was to go through customs and hand over the suitcase. Vika stood there all dissatisfied and twitchy. The sponges curled into a tube more and more. Finally, Kolya was asked to present his luggage for customs inspection, and they walked towards the terminals. Vika looked around. – That's it, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to look for a toilet, - continuing to mince after Kolya, Vika tried to draw attention to her problem. - Vika, what's the toilet? The landing has already begun, they will not let us into the airfield if we are late now! - I'm going to have an accident if I don't go to the bathroom! - Be patient a little more, we'll be sitting down soon. - Let's sit down. When am I going to go to the bathroom? - Let's go to the airport now, there should be a toilet there... or we'll ask the security. - And if it's not there? What should I do then? Keep in mind that I can't make it to the plane! They came to the customs control. Kolya presented the suitcase. Vika did not continue to act up in front of the customs officers, silently stood next to Kolya, tightly clasping her hips. It seemed to her that the check was being carried out too slowly, the liquid was pressing heavily on the walls of the bladder, and sending SOS signals to Victoria's brain. At some point, she even stepped back, hid behind a Stake so that these customs officers would not notice how she shifted from one foot to the other and was almost dancing with impatience. It should be noted that from the outside, this picture looked very sexy and funny, although she was not aware of it, she did not even think at that moment about how she looked. And she was not up to it: watermelon, in addition to being sweet, turned out to be a very effective diuretic, which was very inappropriate for her. Very! Vika abruptly moved away somewhere and went to the sign near the customs office, which read about the order of baggage transportation. Finally, they were told that everything was in order and indicated where to go, warning that the landing had begun, and in theory they were not allowed to enter the airfield, so they needed to go right now. - Kolenka, - Vika begged, - let's go to the toilet first, and then let's go, please! - Vic, did you hear what they said? It is necessary to pass right now, otherwise they will not be allowed to reach the airfield! - Kolya, I heard everything perfectly well, but I can't make it to the airfield! I don't remember, I think Lenka told me that there was no toilet there," Vika recalled the story of her friend, who went to Egypt six months ago, and also faced the same problem, which she told everyone she knew with horror, to which Vika then grinned, and thought to herself, "It's a pity that you I didn't piss myself," because deep down I didn't like her for the natural size of her impressive bust, which Vika herself would not mind having, but nature deprived her. - Yes, your Lenka is a fool! I'm sure there is. - And if not? In general, that's it, Kolya! If I wet myself, it will be your fault! Understood? I'll be very offended with you then," and as a sign of confirmation, Vika defiantly showed him what a desperate situation she was in, making an unhappy, doomed face. But it was too late to sulk. They had already passed through security, and ended up at the airfield. The landing was announced, the plane was ready to receive passengers, but the removable boarding ramp had not yet arrived. - Kolya, are you a fool? Why didn't you ask them where the toilet was? Vika was acting up again, shifting from one foot to the other. - So, why didn't you ask yourself? Kolya replied irritably, who was already tired of these whims and problems. At least in this amount in one day. - Me? Well, it's over, it's me again!! Kolya, come on, I'm a girl!! He'll also think that I'm some kind of pussy! You're a man, finally take the initiative into your own hands, do you see what you've brought me to? It's your fault I'm peeing now! Kolya came back and asked the guard where the toilet was. - Sorry, there is no toilet for visitors at the airfield, there will be a landing soon, the toilet opens there during takeoff. But you can explain the situation to the stewardess, I think she will understand your position," the guard replied. - Well, what is it, did you find out? Vika asked fussily, squirming like she was in a frying pan. - In general, there is no toilet here, there will be a landing now and we need to tell the stewardess, she will open it. - what??? Are you kidding me? Do you understand that I want to piss? Vika was indignant. - Be quiet! - I don't care, I'm going to sit right here! Or are you waiting for me to piss myself?! - Well, let's go ask together again, maybe there is a service toilet. He took Vika's hand and they quickly walked back. - Excuse me, my girlfriend urgently needs to go to the toilet, - Kolya said firmly to the guard. "Young man, I've already explained it to you," he began, but Vika cut him off. - Why don't you have any toilets at the airport? "with pretentious hysteria," she protested. - Girl, we have toilets at the airport, but they are not provided at the landing sites. - But while there is no landing, can I go for a while and then I'll come back quickly? - No, girl, I'm sorry, but this is unacceptable. There are instructions, security measures against terrorism. Unfortunately, I can't help you in any way," the guard replied clearly and unshakably. "Let me pay you the money," Kolya said, but the guard flatly refused. Nikolai tried to persuade him, but abruptly interrupted the conversation when he saw that Vika quickly scurried off somewhere to the side, and ran after her. - Vic, how are you? Are you okay? "What is it?" he asked her, catching up with her. - yes! It's fucking simple!!!, She replied irritably and resignedly. – I shouldn't have forgotten my tickets at home! - I shouldn't have eaten watermelon before the trip! Kolya finally went berserk, wishing at that moment that he had gone alone or with friends to Egypt or somewhere else. Vika whimpered, squatting down. - Kitty, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, don't be offended by me, I love you anyway, - he softened - Really? Aren't you mad at me? I'm really a fool, why did I eat this watermelon?! - entering the stage of calming hysteria, she wailed, wiping away tears. I sat in this position for half a minute. - Well, that's it, I kind of endured it a little, help me get up. "Thank God, the landing has already begun, so everything will be fine," Kolya said, holding out his hand to her. They moved towards the plane. Vika, gathering her strength, held on to Kolya's elbow, and trotted along with her steps, trying not to betray her problem. They stood at the back of the queue, which was slowly climbing the ramp. Vicky's eyes were filled with sadness and longing, she was the sexiest and saddest blonde in the world. Soon she began to fall into a state of panic, turning into quiet terror: - Kolya, I can't take it anymore! She whispered to him. - Be patient, honey, there's not much left. - Zaya, I can't take it anymore! Do you hear?!! - That's it, baby, calm down, you're going now. - If I'm not going up anywhere, do something!!! - There's just a little bit left, there's nothing to do now. - Well, come up with something, sss... do you hear? It's going to pour out of my ears! Vika announced anxiously, starting to shift wildly from one foot to the other. - Be patient! It's almost there - I can't! I'm going to burst! Ccc! Ah! I can't stand!! Ouch!.. - she said, abruptly pulling her hand back and walking away with a quick gait somewhere in the direction where there was a low shield. Kolya could barely keep up with her. When she reached the shield, Vika turned her ass to him and faced Kolya! - Cover me! – she ordered, with a sharp movement she pulled off her panties with tights, lifted her skirt, sat down, and there was a loud hissing, and then a murmuring sound... Those climbing the ladder turned their necks, and looked with interest towards the blonde, especially the men. Nikolai stood red as a crab, as if he was doing something shameful, and not his faithful. Relieved, Vika walked confidently towards the plane, as if nothing had happened, and the young man slowly trailed behind. Five minutes later they were on the plane. - Kolya! I'm thirsty! Order me some tea! Do you hear? She was acting up as soon as the plane took off.
  12. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    Luz invited Amity over to hang out and have some tea together, unfortunately Amity didn't count just how many cups of it she had and soon her bladder is beginning to fill up and unfortunately for her she's too shy to excuse herself to use the bathroom infront of Luz. So Amity decides to play it cool with her and keeps drinking more and more tea which is filling her bladder up to it's absolute limit.
  13. I wrote the story at the request of a girl (the real prototype of the heroine of the story), with whom I corresponded at that time. Most of the story is based on real events: such a story really happened to her, only then she peed under the stairs. In the story, she asked for a different ending, in which she loses her virginity. Dedicated to Kate Katya is a very beautiful, tall, slender girl. One day she went shopping with her parents. On this day, she wore her tight jeans, which accentuated her beautiful figure. Coming out of the entrance, she met with her neighbor Lesha. He was six years older than her, and she liked him very much. He often looked at Katya, and they smiled at each other. Katya was still a virgin, and already wanted to get rid of her. They went shopping for two hours, and all this time Katya tried not to pay attention to the fact that she wanted to go to the toilet. But the desire intensified, and at some point the girl realized that she urgently needed to pee, but she did not want to tell her parents about it. - Mom, Dad, I have a stomach ache, I'm probably going home, - And with these words she went home. It wasn't very far to go, only four hundred meters, but Katya already really wanted to pee and was afraid that she wouldn't stand it and would shit herself right on the road. There was a lot of pressure in her lower abdomen, everything ached there, but Katya walked very quickly and persuaded herself to be patient a little longer. Finally, she somehow reached home, squeezing herself between her legs every now and then, while no one was looking, but her bladder was full and needed immediate relief right now. Katya wasn't sure she could make it. She went into the entrance, began to climb the stairs, but suddenly felt a strong sharp pain and a pain in her groin, realized that everything was going to pour! She sat down, but then she heard footsteps and ran under the stairs. To her horror, it was Lyosha, and he saw her. A treacherous trickle escaped and soaked her panties, but Katya really did not want to pee in front of him - it would be a shame for her. - hello! - He said, and Katya answered him in a strangled voice. - Katya, what are you doing under the stairs? - No, nothing, - blushing, she replied, and felt that now if she did not get up and shrink, she would completely pee herself, and abruptly jumped up, crossed her legs and squeezed herself between her legs - Lyosha, to be honest, I really need to go to the toilet. - Katya, come to me, I'll help you! And with that, he took her by the waist with his left hand, and squeezed her between her legs with his right, and they trudged to his apartment. He felt that she was already a little wet between her legs, and Katya again couldn't stand it a little and let out a trickle. - Lyosha, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to pee myself! The girl whimpered. - Katya, I'll take you in my arms now, and you squeeze your hand between your legs and hold on, we'll definitely get there. He carried her to the apartment in his arms, then put the girl down, and began to open the door himself. Katya at this time was jumping like crazy, walking back and forth and rubbing her hand between her legs. Finally, Lyosha opened the door, she kicked off her shoes and ran to the toilet, trying to unbutton her jeans on the go. The lightning did not obey, and then Lyosha came up to her and began to help. - Hurry up. Lyosha, hurry up, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to start talking now! Lyosha unzipped the zipper, but accidentally pressed on her bladder, Katya screamed and doubled over, and then it flowed out of her. Lyosha began to pull off her jeans, but when he saw a wet spot on her panties, and urine flowing down her legs right into her jeans, he was very excited by this sight. "Katyusha, bunny, sit down and pee," he said, and the girl sat down on the toilet right in her panties: they were already wet anyway. Lyosha slipped his hand into her panties and began caressing her clitoris. Katya felt a buzz from the coming relief and from the touch of Lesha's hand, she even began to moan softly with pleasure. Lyosha pulled off her panties, so now he could see how she pees without them and how a stream escapes from her beautiful pussy. He began stroking her harder, and began kissing Katya passionately while she was writing. Katya finished writing, but she was all wet in the crotch, besides, she was also very excited. "Well," she said with the flirtatious childishness inherent in a very young girl, "I pissed myself like a little girl. - It's okay, on the contrary, it's great, now I'll help you change. Lyosha pulled off Katya's wet jeans, then her panties, then lifted her off the toilet and carried her to the bathroom, turned on the shower and began to lather her. He rubbed her crotch for a particularly long time. Katya hugged him tenderly, and they began to kiss. Lyosha stroked her ass, then began caressing her breasts and kissing her. He went down to her stomach, and then began to kiss her pussy. Katya was moaning all over. "Lyosha, I want you! Take me right now" His penis was already smoking and he inserted it into her pussy, Katya was so overexcited that she almost did not notice how her hymen tore, she saw how the water began to turn red from her blood, but after half a minute the blood stopped dripping. Lyosha finished right on her tummy, but then he inserted his penis into her pussy again, and Katya felt a strong orgasm for the first time in her life a minute later. Then he dried her and carried her into the room, put her in a warm bed, where they made love again. He gave her a massage, after which they kissed again for a long time and had sex again, Katya finished several times for the first time. But she had to go home before her parents came, Lyosha gave her dry clothes so that she could walk to her apartment. Before leaving, she went to the toilet once more, but she did not close the door on purpose, so that Lyosha could see her. From then on, they started dating.
  14. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    Here's something April O'Neil themed, since April just started. While the Ninja Turtles are on a mission on an alien planet April realised drinking too much earlier was a mistake as it soon reaches her bladder and soon she's really needing to relieve herself. Only trouble is she's too nervous to go in this alien territory. So she decides to hold it until they finish the mission and get back to the ship so she can use the bathroom.
  15. Hey! I’m not here to yuck someone’s yum, but I’m someone who is intensely interested in pee desperation, but I personally cannot stand messing. This has always been a little confusing for me, as logically they’re pretty similar to each other. What’s your guys’ takes on this?
  16. View File Humiliated Stepmom Pees LENGTH: 8 minutes 54 seconds 08:54 This is a gem from Natalie Wonder Clips. It's a POV, where the viewer is the stepson having his friend over. You decide to prank stepmom by locking the bathroom door. She tries to open it with her credit card to no avail and can't call anyone in the middle of the night. You laugh at her as she frustratedly tries to pry the door open until she pees. Submitter Burgers Submitted 02/26/2024 Category Female  
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    LENGTH: 8 minutes 54 seconds 08:54 This is a gem from Natalie Wonder Clips. It's a POV, where the viewer is the stepson having his friend over. You decide to prank stepmom by locking the bathroom door. She tries to open it with her credit card to no avail and can't call anyone in the middle of the night. You laugh at her as she frustratedly tries to pry the door open until she pees.
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  18. Dear collegues, I just had a nice pee desperaiton play today on Russian (not anymore) webchat Runetki. I found a nice young and skinny latina... And had a chat with her. Here how I started . I had prepared text and just copy paste it in chat: Hi, I want to play with you. I have rare fantasy. I like golden showers fetish games. I offer you 300 tk for 1.5 hour game. Are you interested to see the rules? Drink 1.5 liters of water (as fast as possible)- 50 tk. Pee in container (in pravate chat) - 50 tk. Then hold your pee for 1.5 hours and be always on camera - 150 tk. Pee in container (in pravate chat) - 50 tk. Total 300 tk. + tips. Her answer was: I will do what ever you want. So please find attached a link to a videcap. https://yadi.sk/i/qiVg_cVA7Tpd_Q Just a pice of advice . Latina girls are willing to do whatever you ask for small money. Sorry to say this but this is reality. So if you chose to do the same as I did please chose skinny nice looking young girl with fewer people on the line with her meaning not from the top of the page and you will get everthing... With mine was only 10 people on the line so she basically work mainly for me, because I was tipping 20+ and others ony 1. Alexey Moscow Russia P.S. Please share some content with us.
  19. Author's Note: This is an idea I had a while ago, but I wanted to finish the other interactive story to start this one. -------------------------------------- You are a strange creature with no name or gender. You are invisible and intangible to other humans, you can touch them, but they don't feel your touch or your presence, no matter how hard you try. As for your appearance, well, let's just say you look like those mannequins that cartoonists/artists use to make their characters' poses. However, the only thing that differentiates you from those mannequins (besides your human size) is that you do have a face. Throughout your existence you have wandered the world, looking for something to entertain yourself with and give your life a purpose. Since you lack human needs like eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom, you don't have much to do. Over time you began to develop a certain fetish. This fetish consisted of seeing people desperate to go to the bathroom, regardless of whether their need was to urinate or defecate, both needs generated a strange but pleasant sensation in your body. You also didn't care if the desperate person was a boy or a girl. And you were lucky that, being invisible, you could sneak into the public restrooms and see how several people struggled not to lose control, although several ended up giving in and making a mess of their clothes. And that was another thing you liked, when they couldn't make it to the bathroom in time and were forced to go in their underwear. One day you saw something like a cell phone lying in the street. But you knew it wasn't a cell phone, because it had a weird antenna, and modern cell phones didn't have antennas. You waited a few minutes to see if anyone would take it, but everyone seemed to completely ignore the strange phone, as if it wasn't there. It wasn't until you saw someone step on it and nothing happened to it that you understood that that cell phone was just like you. Invisible and intangible to the rest of the world. You picked up the phone and pressed the only button on it, which was in the middle of the bottom of the phone. When it was turned on, the following message appeared on the screen: "Welcome dear user You have been one of those chosen to carry this body control. And you may ask, body control? Yes, as you have read, this is a body control, although given what it does we are thinking of changing the name. However, this control has the ability to see and adjust the condition of people's intestines. Amazing, isn't it?" You tapped the arrow in the bottom corner of the screen to continue the message. "You see, as long as you have the screen on, an icon will appear that says: Scan. Just point the antenna at the person and press the icon. The person's bowel states will automatically appear. If you press the icon next to each bar, the number of their status will randomly increase on a scale of 1 to 10, but you can press it as many times as you want, until they reaches their limit. Wanna try?" You pressed the OK button and the screen went blank, and then an icon with the drawing of an antenna appeared and at the bottom it said "scan". You looked up and across the street you saw a bus stop with four people. The first was a woman wearing a secretary's uniform. The second was a man in a nurse's uniform. The third was a young woman who only paid attention to her cell phone. And the four was a young man who was listening to music. Who will be the test person? A. The secretary. B. The nurse. C. The cell phone girl. D. The boy who listens to music.
  20. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    This is a request for @Mr.Furball When Blitzo and Loona went to the doctor's appointment Loona told him that she really needs to pee on their way but Blitzo kept saying that she needs to hold it because they might need a urine sample in the hospital. And by the time they got there and waited for the doctor for forever Loona was absolutely bursting and needless to say she had plenty to give.
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