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Toilet Fun
Since there are no stories under the subject of Toilet Slaves, I’ll begin. Not that I am into really gross or mean spirited toilet play, but there are certain aspects of it that I do enjoy. Hopefully these can be just short little blurbs. For example, I spent most of my adult life sitting at a drawing table as an electrical designer. I worked mostly ON-SITE and a few times had the pleasure of having a desk near the Women’s rest room (also near the men’s but that might be another story).
The walls were always pretty thin and I enjoyed being able to hear ladies, who worked in the trailers with us, actually going pee. I liked making up fantasies of her wiping with toilet paper, or just pulling up her panties and letting the last little dribbles soak into the crotch panel of her under panties. I guess I came up with that from liking to find my sister’s or my mother’s panties in the laundry, when I was a kid at home during adolescence, and sniffing their urine from the gussets. Now here were all these different women I was seeing going into bathrooms over the years, hearing them pee, and then coming out of the bathrooms with those little dribbles in her panties, the fresh taste of pee in their creases.
Later in life I enjoyed community laundry rooms in the various apartment buildings while I was in the military. A lot of women would take their laundry baskets down to the machines then go back to their apartment before actually starting the washers. I found some VERY delicious panties there, wonderful urine smells and even some dirty little smears in the backs of them. Once in a while I would find a pair of bloody soaked panties from a woman or girl on her period. I got turned onto that when my sister started her cycles, and I would often fine her bloody soiled panties on the floor next to her bed. Incidentally, we still shared a bedroom at that time.
One of my “wildest fantasies” occurred when I was dating my first wife, while we were still in high school.
Okay, so another few memories to get started here. My fascination with menstrual play really began with my sister, just her panties and the discarded pads wrapped in toilet paper in the bathroom waste basket, and then my first wife. She thoroughly enjoyed that extra wetness and I loved the visual effect, and the scent of the menses, or should I say messes. I really missed that aspect of our sex life after she had our third child then had to have a hysterectomy. After nearly twenty years she became gravely ill and after 18 days in the hospital in a coma, she passed away early in the new year.
Later that same year I met another young lady. So young in fact that she could have been my daughter. My oldest daughter at that time was actually 18 days younger than this young lady. But we had a fairly good few years, then she got pregnant and abruptly miscarried, once we both came to terms with her being pregnant and thinking forward about having a baby, for ME, YET ANOTHER baby, for which I was NOT prepared, having had a vasectomy 12 years earlier. But it had apparently blown up and she got pregnant (and I doubt that it was from an affair; we were active in our religion at the time, and we didn’t have that apart from each other time). But she recovered from that trauma in one way and I in another, and we grew farther and farther apart.
But for several of the first years of our marriage we had some really good sex play, including during her periods.
See, no touching it, smearing it all over, CERTAINLY NOT PUTTING IT INTO MY MOUTH OR EATING IT!
But in our sex life we included anal sex. That started when I was licking her pussy, which we BOTH loved, and happened to dip my tongue down to her bottom hole and tasted her delicious brownie opening down there. At first I would just lick and kiss around the outside, then I began pushing my tongue up into her anus and after a time she realized that I wanted to touch her poo inside her, so she began pressing down on herself and letting me touch her little messes in her rectum with the end of my tongue. It wasn’t long after that that she was curious about how my finger up in her bottom would feel. So I did it. I used a little lube that we kept for some dry times, got my finger slippery and slowly inserted it into her bottom hole and felt around. She wasn’t at that point in that activity, ready to push down on herself, but after several months, I asked her to push down. Ohhh, gaaaawd, she did, and I loved feeling her poo inside of her rectum. It was cautiously at first, very limited, but became a much more involved activity.
The last thing we did before we split was to have her pee into my mouth. She had gotten in the habit of peeing before bedtime but making a point of not wiping with toilet paper She would just bring her deliciously wet and pissy smelling pussy to bed and I would enjoy going down on her. But one night I suggested, “Why not just skip the bathroom and the toilet, and you can go pee into my mouth. ” So to keep from making a total mess of the bed, I held a nice thick towel, folded several times, up to her crease as she was on her hands and knees. I scooted my face up into her cunny and waited for her to start going pee pee, and caught every last drop of it in my mouth, but let it drain out into the towel. I swallowed the last little bit of her stream and learned that THAT I now love to do.
Like I was saying earlier, we grew apart and divorced after 18 years.
Another craving of mine is for plus sized women, chubby, Chubbier, but not quite to CHUBBIEST! One of the ladies I met after that was a very horny, plus sized junior high school teacher. We spent a couple months together, had some nice wild sex, had a threesome once with a man friend of hers, and after that she wanted me in the bathroom with her when she had to go potty. I LOVED playing with her crease and fingering her vagina as she was going pee. THAT I tasted. When I would take my hand out from between her legs I would sniff my fingers and lick them, tasting her urine. Hot, Hot, HOT! And then she wanted me to feel her going poo.
That was terribly exciting! She settled herself onto the toilet seat and I put my hand underneath her and back between her bum cheeks. I was touching her bottom hole as she was waiting to start her bowel movement.
The next lady I came across lived in Michigan when I first met her, then I moved her in with me in Kansas City. We were together for just under two years, but we did all that we could possibly enjoy doing. We spent three days at her place in Michigan, packing her and getting her ready to move in with me. We had frequent and WONDERFUL sex. She was hands down the BEST woman I have been with, sexually, anyway. She had a nice STRONG smelling and tasting pussy and I very thoroughly enjoyed licking and lapping and sucking her cunny to make her have climax after climax. At one point in those first three days, we had gone for a walk to the park and back and in her bedroom, she turned me around and slid my jeans and under shorts down and started to lick my bottom crease. She licked and lapped and sucked at my asshole until I nearly lost my cum onto the floor.
We talked about anal licking after that and the night before we left Michigan we bought a bag of Hershey’s what? Singles? The little chunks of various Hershey candies, plain, almond, peanuts, crunch … and needless to say, the little Crunch candies were the best to simulate licking her dirty poopy bottom hole. She would put one between her cheekies for a few minutes to let it melt nicely then I would lick her “dirty, poopy anus”. We did several variations on that, like inserting candy kisses into her anus and having her push them out after they were sufficiently melted. After we settled in Kansas City, she let me regularly play with her on the toilet when she went pee and when she went poo.
The next lady in my life was my wonderful third wife. She was such a sweetheart, so loving and kind that we never had an argument the whole 7 years we were together after we met. She then had a stroke and was paralyzed from head to toe on the left side of her body, and quite incontinent. She wore diapers that I had to change, both wet and messy. There were a few times in trying to get her out of the bed, which she could manage to do with a bedside pole and her remaining GOOD side, and get turned around to sit on a porta-pottie to pee or go poo. She was very awkward at trying to wipe herself, so I was the only one there to wipe her quimmy with toilet paper and sopping up the last of her urine. And I enjoyed getting to wipe her bottom after she’d gone poo. Things got out of control with her body, she had a second stroke and toward the very end I wasn’t bothering with the diapers, just had her laying on a pad and just letting go with her urine or her poop. I would then clean her up, put down a fresh, new, clean pad or two or three! And wait until the next time! She had a third “episode” the doctors didn’t want to say was a stroke, but she passed away within the month due to kidney failure.
I have been alone since then and sit here at my computer, my peter oozing precum, and now I must take a break and get things settled down there.
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