I had just reached Suzy's front door and was about to ring the bell when the door swung inwards. "Oh God! You give me a fright!" said Suzy's mother stepping out through the opening. "Sorry!" I said in the way of an apology, moving to one side to let her pass. She seemed flustered and I guessed she was in a rush. "Can't stop," Suzy's mother said "I'm runn...
Since mid-December we had several centimeters of snow on the ground. It is now midway through the month of February and if that wasn't enough winter already a polar vortex (Siberian air mass) swooped down from the north bringing frigate temperatures of -31°C and severe windchills. We were in a deep freeze. Visions of south Florida crossed my mind repeatedly...
Chapter 2 Class Sarah's first class was Beginners dancing. She thought she would take it for an easy A. The class turned out to be very demanding. She got to the locker room a half hour after she left her house; she still had about fifteen minutes before here class started. Her water bottle was empty, as she had been drinking on her walk. It was a hot day...
Based on a true story. Although it was winter and there was not much light filtering through the skylights, the company archive area was well lit as Suzanne made her way along the main walkway, looking this way and that for inspiration as to a place to stop off for her end-of-day pee. Needless to say she was bursting, having filled her bladder over the cour...
Charlie my weed guy knocks on my apartment door with an ounce to sell. I pay the price of admission, and he rolls us a joint on my couch. You know guys like Charlie, heavy but not fat, his red hair and beard long and messy but somehow appealing. He goes everywhere dressed in long sleeved tees and baggy camo shorts, like he's looking to join a latter-day nu...
My mother Oprah Winfrey... I'm adopted... my wife Kelly (Kelly Madison)... another wife, mixed pornstar Tyra Moore... another wife Kim Kardashian... my aunt Tracee Ellis Ross. All lined up, side by side, nude, on all fours. Cameras rolling. On the set of my newest porno, BIG TIME SLUTS #42. I make movies... moving on. The giant beer enema bag is brought on...
That the problem with small town train stations, no facilities. I was not really aware of this until a few weeks ago. I'd been working late at the office and by the time I got down to the station the light was already fading. The small station clock read 8:23, over half-a-hour before the next train. Winter was fast on its way and the night air was cold again...
I lay in the hot sun, my piss-stained body aching at my long-enforced bondage on the trampoline when I heard raised voices from the five women attending the poolside piss party. One, who I took to be Helga, the big-busted strict-looking blonde millionairess real estate saleswoman, announced: "I can't wait any longer, I've got to piss on him. It is my turn,...
I was stirred from my sleep by my doorbell ringing. I quickly got out of bed and hurried down the stairs. I hadn't thought about it until I was on my way down, but my diaper was soaking wet and weighed a lot. It was so wet that a little bit of pee was dripping down my inner thigh having escaped the elastic leg band of the diaper. I had on Miss Carissa's litt...
He could tell you were restless. You had that pent up energy that needed its release. As his slave and fuck-slut he had come to know your moods. And the mood you were in could only be improved if you had quantities. Today he had caught you fingering your twat while sitting on the toilet. You tried to disguise what you were doing by pissing. Sir James just h...