Peeing on girl stories

When I was 21, I dated an older guy he was 30 for a couple of months. One night, I stayed over at his house, and the next morning, I woke up and really had to pee. Then my boyfriend woke up. But then, suddenly, I was peeing everywhere.

In an office building or a house, one can be long on bathrooms. But in the bustling city, or a town with only a few Starbucks, bathrooms can be few and far between. I have personally never seen the Jezebel staff as excited to share stories as they were for this specific pissing contest. I personally have too many stories to name—like when I puked in every bathroom at the Jezebel offices after a bad salad, or when I vomited out the window of a cab and the driver gave me an empty gift bag to use as a receptacle instead. Emma got peed at on Elizabeth Street, by a woman who was leaning against a car on a cold day.

My biggest regret: that I spent all of pacing around, stressed out of my mind, stressed over every trade, over every little downtick or uptick in my bank account, over whether or not I was going to be able to sell my Ground Zero-based apartment, over whether or not I was going to go dead broke with one kid in the family and another on the way. I slept in a bedroom by myself so it would be easy for me to wake up and pace in the middle of the night or wander around outside. I lived in a constant state of fear. I wish I could have that year back, even if it could be tacked onto the last year of my life.

A few years back, she stumbled across this particular kink, it upset her to think she was into it. But now, now it all seemed worth it. She rubbed her bladder over her thin tank top, turning up the setting slightly on the vibrator. She let out a whine as she pushed on her bladder, seeing stars. There she was, sprawled on her sofa, one hand holding her vibrator under her shorts, the other alternating between pushing on her bladder and grabbing her breast.