Posted by Nile on February 05, 2010 at 14:44 [82.69.111.176]
I'm still witing odd bits of wetting erotica here and there.
I have an idea that floats up when I'm fantasising: picture a household of three women - students, or struggling fresh-out-of-college young professionals in the city - normal girls, bright and adventurous, and straight. But, for some reason, they set out on a pissing game, with these three simple rules:
1: If one of us can piss herself, enough to make a puddle or a trickle out of her shoe, the other two have got a minute, starting NOW.
2: They can either do the same - piss enough to make a puddle or a trickle on the ground - or take a forfeit. The forfeit is: you drink a water bottle, down to empty, right now.
3: If you piss yourself completely - or keep it going for a minute - you've got ten minutes' grace when you don't have to pee if someone else does.
How much water is the forfeit? Half a litre? or the dinky little 300ml bottles you get at station kiosks?
Now here's the fun: they choose to do it on a Sunday, or a Saturday, in the maze of lanes and churchyards and winding alleys of 'The City', London's half-modern half-mediaeval banking district, which is deserted at the weekend.
I think it'll be fun. I have some cameos sketched out: shopping in Marks & Spencers for the sandwiches, and one of them peeing in her shorts at the checkout; waiting at the pedestrian crossing; and a halfway point at which they visit one of the few pubs that's open, and do something most young women don't: buy a pint of beer and drink it.
The reason that they can do this is that, today, they needn't worry about the terrible effect of beer on a woman's tiny bladder.
All suggestions welcome.
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