. I pushed the thought away as too depressing and kept at it, rocking my hips, pushing my fingers deeper and deeper until hot orgasmic bliss stole all...thought from me, leaving only the physical ecstasy that I so longed for… Seattle, Spring of ‘10 Those stolen moments in front of the mirror had become my only outlet. It would have been so easy to find someone to make me feel good. A one night stand in a stranger’s room or his car or even up against the wall in an alleyway. Don’t think I wasn’t. Finally the urge to pee over took me. I got my messy body up off the floor, cleaned up the puddle I\'d left then went into the shower. By this point I really had to go, so I just stood in the tub and let it flow. The golden liquid actually felt good as it flowed down my legs. I\'m not normally much into using pee during sex, but my husband likes it so occasionally I\'ll indulge him.It seemed like it took forever to get clean, scrubbing all the chocolate off. There are times though, when I. She grinned widely as he pulled up beside her, unsure of how to react. She waited, awkwardly on the side, waiting for him to get out the car, he looked at her, and she looked back, gazing into his eyes for the first time as she cocked an eyebrow. He grinned and clambered out, shutting the car carefully behind him as he moved towards her. They both moved nervously, as if unsure of what to do, she went for a hug, her hands awkwardly outstretching, he went for a handshake, his hand almost hitting. Listen, c’mon look over my shoulder at my computer screen.’ ‘Don’t need no newspaper? How am I supposed to enlighten myself and keep up with current events as they become current?’ ‘The computer, look at the computer.’ ‘The computer?’ Joey looked at the monitor over Vito’s shoulder. ‘What are you doing looking at dirty pictures?’ ‘No, there’s a new online web site that gives you the news and which has everything you need to know and even things, links, which you cannot get with a newspaper..