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 dir! ty little smears in the backs of them. Once in a while I! would f ind 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.
