Since there are no stories under the subject of Toilet Slaves, I’ll start. Not that I am into extremely gross or cowardly can play, however there are sure parts of it that I do appreciate. Ideally these can be simply short little blurbs. For instance, I spent a large portion of my grown-up life sitting at an illustration table as an electrical planner. I worked for the most part ON-SITE and a couple of times had the delight of having a work area close to the Women’s rest room (likewise close to the men’s however that may be another story).
The dividers were constantly truly thin and I appreciated having the capacity to hear women, who worked in the trailers with us, really going pee. I preferred making up dreams of her wiping with bathroom tissue, or simply pulling up her undies and giving the last little spills a chance to splash into the groin board of her under undies. I figure I concocted that from getting a kick out of the chance to discover my sister’s or my mom’s undies in the clothing, when I was a child at home amid pre-adulthood, and sniffing their pee from the gussets. Presently here were all these diverse ladies I was seeing going into restrooms throughout the years, hearing them pee, and after that leaving the washrooms with those little spills in her undies, the crisp taste of pee in their wrinkles.
Further down the road I delighted in group pantries in the different loft structures while I was in the military. A considerable measure of ladies would bring their clothing crates down to the machines at that point backpedal to their condo before really beginning the washers. I discovered some VERY flavorful undies there, awesome pee smells and even some messy little spreads in the backs of them. Sometimes I would discover a couple of bleeding doused undies from a lady or young lady on her period. I got turned onto that when my sister began her cycles, and I would frequently fine her ridiculous dirtied undies on the floor by her bed. Unexpectedly, despite everything we shared a room around then.
One of my “most stunning dreams” happened when I was dating my first spouse, while we were still in secondary school. We were going some place or other with her mother and father, and had just a beat up old pickup to drive. Father drove, mother sat in the center, and I sat by the entryway with my better half on my lap. She was wearing a cushion that I could feel on my lap. I so appreciated the dream of her awesome noticing and tasting pussy, with her month to month stream splashing into the cushion.
Approve, so another couple of recollections to begin here. My interest with menstrual play truly started with my sister, simply her undies and the disposed of cushions wrapped in tissue in the restroom squander container, and afterward my first spouse. She altogether delighted in that additional wetness and I cherished the visual impact, and the fragrance of the menses, or should I say messes. I extremely missed that part of our sexual coexistence after she had our third youngster at that point needed to have a hysterectomy. After about twenty years she turned out to be gravely sick and following 10 days in the clinic in a state of extreme lethargy, she passed away right on time in the new year.
Later that same year I met another young woman. So youthful in reality that she could have been my little girl. My most established little girl around then was really 10 days more youthful than this young woman. Be that as it may, we had a genuinely decent couple of years, at that point she got pregnant and suddenly lost, once we both dealt with her being pregnant and pondering having an infant, for ME, YET ANOTHER child, for which I was NOT readied, having had a vasectomy 12 years sooner. In any case, it had evidently exploded and she got pregnant (and I question that it was from an undertaking; we were dynamic in our religion at the time, and we didn’t have that separated from each other time). Be that as it may, she recuperated from that injury in one way and I in another, and we became more remote and more remote separated. We wound up separated.
Be that as it may, for a few of the principal years of our marriage we had some decent sex play, including amid her periods. There were different circumstances when she would be in the washroom, sitting on the can, and I would hear her peeing. A few times she would call me to the restroom entryway and let me know, “Tune in!” and she would exhaust her bladder while I delighted in the splattering of her pee into the latrine underneath her. Different circumstances she would call me to the entryway and I would hear her crap. Gawd how hot that was!! Seeing her “stressing” for absence of a superior word, having her defecation, I would hear her waste “ker-thud ker-plunk, into the can. Uhhmmm so hot!
It couldn’t be any more obvious, no touching it, spreading everything over, CERTAINLY NOT PUTTING IT INTO MY MOUTH OR EATING IT!
Be that as it may, in our sexual coexistence we included butt-centric sex. That began when I was licking her pussy, which we BOTH cherished, and happened to plunge my tongue down to her base gap and tasted her delightful brownie opening down there. At first I would simply lick and kiss around the outside, at that point I started driving my tongue up into her butt and after a period she understood that I needed to touch her crap inside her, so she started pushing down on herself and giving me a chance to touch her little wreckage heaps in her rectum with the finish of my tongue. It wasn’t long after that that she was interested about how my finger up in her base would feel. So I did it. I utilized a little lube that we kept for some dry circumstances, got my finger elusive and gradually embedded it into her base gap and looked about. She wasn’t by then in that movement, prepared to push down on herself, yet following a while, I requesting that her push down. Ohhh, gaaaawd, she did, and I cherished feeling her crap within her rectum. It was warily at initially, exceptionally restricted, however turned into a considerably more included action. I SO THOROUGHLY appreciated touching her crap within her, squeezing my finger into it, blending it, mixing it with my finger, and squeezing it against the dividers of her rectum!
The exact opposite thing we did before we split was to have her pee into my mouth. She had gotten in the propensity for peeing before sleep time however trying out not wiping with tissue She would simply bring her scrumptiously wet and pissy noticing pussy to informal lodging would appreciate going down on her. Be that as it may, one night I recommended, “For what reason not simply avoid the washroom and the latrine, and you can go pee into my mouth.” So to keep from making an aggregate chaos of the bed, I held a decent thick towel, collapsed a few times, up to her wrinkle as she was staring her in the face and knees. I hurried my face up into her cunny and sat tight for her to begin going pee, and got each and every drop of it in my mouth, however let it deplete out into the towel. I gulped the last smidgen of her stream and discovered that THAT I presently love to do.
Like I was stating before, we became separated and separated following 15 years.
Another hankering of dig is for larger estimated ladies, pudgy, Chubbier, yet not exactly to CHUBBIEST! One of the women I met after that was an exceptionally horny, hefty estimated middle teacher. We spent several months together, had some pleasant wild sex, had a trio once with a man companion of hers, and after that she needed me in the restroom with her when she needed to go potty. I LOVED playing with her wrinkle and fingering her vagina as she was going pee. THAT I tasted. When I would grasp my give out from between her legs I would sniff my fingers and lick them, tasting her pee. Hot, Hot, HOT! And after that she needed me to feel her going crap.