Your eyes are still covered in sleepy dust as you heave yourself out of the bed. It is dark outside and pitch black inside. Your head hurts from the alcohol you’ve wasted yourself with. Yesterday. Or was it the day before that?
You hardly even remember who you are. Your body feels like that of an old man while your mind seems to still be capable of competing with the younger lads. Or was it the other way around? – What does it matter.
Moments of trembling, strolling through the apartment later and you finally reach the bathroom. Your bear paw like hands gently touch the light switch, but instead decide against pressing it. You’ve been in this room so many times, even half asleep, unable to remember what happened a few hours ago, this layout is familiar to you.
It had at least one advantage to adopt a few of her customs. You know, the adorable Korean girl with raven black hair and pale, porcelain like skin. We both know that you sometimes forget whether she’s your girlfriend, step-sister or your adopted daughter but at the end of the day, it’s thanks to what she brought into your life that the toilet lid is staying up.
Your trousers quickly drop to your ankles as the warm stream of musky piss finds its target. As so often, you couldn’t even be bothered to sit down. But this time it played into your cards…
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A yelp echoes through the room only to almost instantly change pitch as I accidentally swallow your piss. Merely seconds pass as it changes into a gargling as I fight against the pressure of your stream. As I fight against being forced to swallow it.
I’ve always known that signs of “don’t squat on the toilet seat” were on toilets for a reason but I thought it was mostly targeting the Chinese for the messes they make. This time however it backfired. Reassuring you that you’re alone in the bathroom, reassuring you that the toilet isn’t being used.
I’m trying to fight against the stream of pressure. Moving my face only results in it splashing everywhere and my poor sense of balanced, caused by the pills I’m taking against anxiety and depression scares me enough to not take my hands off the seat.
Instead, I give in. As I’ve done so often before in all sorts of situations in life. The sound of a rhythmic gargling in sync with the pressure of your bladder release echoes through the bathroom as your warm liquid runs down my chin, soaking my t-shirt in it, only to run down all the way into my pantie, down my thighs and all that’s left for me to do, to fight against the humiliating feeling of you not even noticing, or caring, is to gargle bubbles on your piss in an attempt of keeping my remaining pride..
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