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    ♥Empress of Watersports♥
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  1. I am currently in a relationship with an action figure. He knows about my fetishes, but I have yet to bring him into them, just doesn't seem like the right time yet. As far as past human partners go, it's been a mixed bag. I've never been afraid to bring the subject up, even on a first date, because it's an essential part of being with me. If someone's not going to play with me on my level, I'm not going to waste my time developing feelings for him or her.
  2. I thought of some more: Wearing diapers. Due to my video contributions, or the fact I have a piss fetish entirely, a lot of people assume I enjoy wearing diapers. I do NOT. I don't mind if other people wear them, but I don't want to wear them myself. Female desperation. Too common in day to day life, too common everywhere. Women doing what society expects of them...woot woot... Actually has become a full-blown turn off, and thus a limit. Don't want to see it, hear about it, or read about it. Male public pissing. See #2 and reverse genders in the explanation. Tight pants/jeans/spandex/leggings/tights/nylons. Just...no. Wetlook. Sorry, but I just don't get it and think it's pretty lame. Bad hygiene in general. Ungroomed body hair. Removal of all body hair. Missing teeth... unless the person's a fighter of some kind, it usually signifies either a drug addiction, or lack of grooming.
  3. I'd just run the tap hot. You could take the temperature of it, of course, but as long as it's nice and warm, it should be cool.
  4. That is true, but I don't want anything to do with anything that comes from that hole. It's actually a repulsion for me, and my one fear about aging is the possibility I could one day lose control of my bowels; I have a feeling it would put me in the mental house.
  5. I would have to disagree with that. I'm neither of the three, and most of the people I've met who are also into piss are the same way; even if their fetish is closeted.
  6. female pissing

    Thank you for the compliment! And yes, he was dripping :)
  7. Okay, I'll start... I'm Brie, I'm 36, born, raised, and residing in Milwaukee, WI. I have two sons in their very late teens. I have a job I love, and also take care of my best friend of 20+ years. I'm twice divorced, and have been in a relationship with a Seth Rollins action figure since September. We have two cats and a dog, all rescues. Since this is the internet, and providing you've not seen my videos or pics, I'm 5'5.5", 135-145lbs (yes, my weight does fluctuate to that extreme of a degree), long non-specifically dyed hair, hazel eyes, somewhat muscular build. Now on to my watersports thing. (I'm keeping this brief). I've been interested in piss since I was about three years old, and as I matured, it became entwined in my sexuality. However, like so many others, I thought I might be crazy for being into piss, so I mostly kept it to myself, until I had a near-death experience in 2007. Since I lived, I decided to make the most out of my life, and embrace myself completely. Part of what I needed to embrace was my love of piss. I hit the internet, and found out I wasn't alone, nor crazy. I was pleased with the amount of, umm...sorry to say, but fapping material, I discovered. As a way of saying thanks, I began contributing my own, and have continued to do so for the past nine and a half years. No plans to stop, either. What I love so much about piss is a combination of its intimate and taboo factors. Piss play can be more of an intimate, bonding activity than sex is, or it can be just naughty fun. It can be stress-release, too. There are so many facets to watersports, but here are some that are particularly hot to me: women pissing outside, male desperation and wetting, intentional wetting, intentional or accidental bedwetting, having piss sex, giving golden showers, gay/lesbian piss porn,peeing on objects, male pee-shyness. Things I don't like on the watersports spectrum... Anything that's commonplace in day to day life, like female desperation/wetting and men pissing outside, just like society dictates; I'd rather sit and watch snow melt or grass grow. Piss used as punishment, or a sign of dominance or submission, like human toilet/urinal stuff. Degradation in general is a huge turn off for me. And, the worst watersports sin of all to me: humiliation. I don't want to feel it, see it, or dish it out, period. Watersports is huge fun for me, and the last thing I want to do is make someone feel bad. The end.
  8. No, you're not alone on that. Seems like that's just about what everyone wants on this site, except me, of course. I'm the "alone" one, both because I don't want to see that, and because it seems no one shares the facets I enjoy about this fetish. It's like female desperation and female wetting (and maybe some diaper play) is pretty much all everyone is interested in here (the more humiliating the better), no wonder a gathering just wouldn't work. I've never been concerned about having more men at a gathering than women (the "sausage fest")- most men aren't monsters; or about being ogled- that's just human nature, our eyes seek out what is pleasing to look at. But, putting a woman (or man) on display, and forcing her to do something in a humiliating light, even if she's being paid for it, completely repulses me, and if I were to ever host a gathering, that would not be part of it. A get together or workshop is a chance to meet new people, and a learning/growth opportunity, not a live sex show.
  9. Just one? That's impossible! I'll just pull one out of the celebrity bag: Josh Holloway :)
  10. I don't think this lovely fetish is as rare as a lot of people think, it's just considered very taboo, and people are less likely to confess they have it, or even acknowledge it to themselves. Also, watersports has a bad rap, thanks at least in part to people who use it as a degrading aspect of BDSM. A lot of people don't even know that there's multiple facets to the watersports fetish, it's not all "piss on you, bitch", Japanese game shows, human toilet, or adult babies in diapers, but that's what is most easily seen. Back in the day when I was on fetlife, I was asked to appear at some BDSM festival as the "watersports ambassador". I declined strictly on the basis of the BDSM association. I actually wanted to bring pisslovers together, and teach interested people about pee play, but not in that kind of setting. I tried arranging a get together, open only to women and trans women, but no one had any interest. I didn't put it out there in a sexual light or anything like that, more like a discussion group. I've since left the site, proposing get togethers on this site is forbidden, so I haven't tried it since. I'm still interested in doing it, though. I love sharing what I consider special about watersports. Ideally, my get together would work something like this... Depending on the size of the gathering, I might have a co-host or two. I'd share my story, and invite people to ask questions or share their own experiences. Then, people could just hang out and get to know each other if they wanted. No one's pressured to drink, get desperate, or wet themselves.
  11. Molly is MDMA, the "pure" form of ecstasy.
  12. the shield

    Chapter 11 – After the Show Dean was still upset after RAW, so Roman talked him into going out with him and his cousins. Normally, Roman didn't party on Mondays, so Dean knew he was going just for him. He recognized the nice gesture, but he was too homesick to care. He missed Seth more than ever, and drank too much. Roman was worried; Dean was not his usual outgoing, sometimes annoying, self. Instead he was subdued, quiet, almost not even there. Someone spilled their drink on the table; Dean dipped his finger in it and drew wet SR's on the sticky surface. “Want to play doubles?” Roman gestured at the pool table, where the twins had a game going. Dean sighed. “I have to pee,” he said, flatly. He hadn't gone since he started drinking, not wanting to break the seal, but he could no longer ignore it, not even in his depressed state. He left the table, and found a long line for the men's room. He'd have to hold it awhile longer, he had no choice. Unrelieved, he headed back to the table. He sat back down across from Roman, and loosened his belt to make room for his swollen, almost painful bladder. Roman had bought another round of shots and beer chasers, in hopes of pulling Dean out of his doldrums. Although he knew it wasn't a good idea, Dean lifted his glass along with the others, and downed his shot and beer. Jey beat him slamming the shot glass down, but he got his beer down before anyone else did. Now, he really needed to pee; if he waited any longer, he'd probably end up doing it in his pants. “Excuse me,” he nudged Jey beside him. “Damn bro, already?” Roman teased. “I didn't get to go before,” Dean admitted testily, and took off to wait in line. He became the ninth guy, and Jey, who Dean hadn't noticed following him, the tenth guy, in a queue of guys who were also more or less showing their desperation and impatience. “You don't seem like yourself tonight, bro,” Jey commented, as the line shuffled forward. Dean shrugged, then winced and hunched over a little as his bladder cramped. “I really need to pee,” he replied tightly, and shifted his weight from foot to foot. He began to worry he wouldn't be able to hold it. Jey chuckled. “No, like something's bothering you.” He touched Dean's shoulder, and Dean was reminded of Roman touching his shoulder on the plane, just before he wet his pants. His bladder cramped violently, and Dean had to hold his cock to keep from pissing himself. It was painful. “Ow, fuck!” His skin tingled, and he knew he was going to wet himself, uncontrollably, and the only thing he could do was damage control. He left the hopeless line and went back to the booth. Jimmy and Roman had left it and were at the pool table. Relief! He could pee on the floor, and no one would notice! Dean sat down, and started pissing before he could get his pants undone. He couldn't stop it, he needed to go so bad. By the time he got his cock freed and gushing all over the floor, he was pretty much soaked. It would have been hot if Seth had been with him, but Seth wasn't there, so Dean was just sad, paranoid, and embarrassed. Roman noticed a stream running out from under their booth and hurried over. It didn't take him a nanosecond to figure out what Dean was doing. “Dean! What the fuck?” Dean sniffled. He was crying now. “Stop it!” Roman ordered. “I can't.” “Oh, Dean...” Roman shook his head, in pity and scolding. “I peed my pants, too,” Dean admitted. The torrent of piss had finally stopped. He put himself back in his wet jeans and briefs and buried his head in his folded arms on the table. “We need to go,” Roman told Jimmy. “Now.” “Right now?” Jimmy asked, and Roman nodded urgently. “Why, what's up?” “Dean pissed in the booth.” “Oh, shit...” Jimmy laughed, but recognized they must leave before anyone found out. He went to get Jey. Roman gave Dean his long leather coat, to help him make a discrete exit. “I feel like Undertaker in this thing,” he mumbled, no playfulness in his voice. “I don't think Taker ever pissed himself in a club,” Roman teased, hoping for a smile, or any reaction at all, but nothing. He unlocked the trunk and retrieved Dean's suitcase from the trunk. While Dean changed in the car, Roman said good bye and safe travels to his cousins. As Dean pulled on dry clothes, a few tears fell from his eyes. He wanted to call Seth, just to hear his voice, but it was too late, Seth would be in bed. Would Miz be there, too? What a shitty thought. Dean opened the car door, leaned out, and threw up. At a gas station, he asked Roman to get him a bottle of water. Roman didn't tease him about coffee, but when he went inside, they had a couple of pots up, and he took it as a sign. He bought both of them a coffee, and two waters. He also bought Excedrin Migraine and Pepto Bismol to treat the hangover Dean would be sure to have tomorrow. Maybe he'd have one, too. Being the drivers, neither he nor Jimmy had drunk much. He thought he'd had enough water, but sometimes he was caught by surprise, waking up with his head in a vice grip. When Roman appeared and tapped on his window, Dean couldn't help but smile. Roman had bought him a coffee. He unrolled the window and grabbed it. “Finally,” Roman declared. “He lives!” Dean nodded. “Thank you.” He sipped the coffee. “Want to talk about what's bothering you?” Roman asked, as he guided them back towards the highway. “Yeah, if you don't mind. I need to put it out there, vent,” Dean admitted. “ I hate that the fucking Miz is with Seth right now and not me. I know it's business, but I'm jealous just the same.” “Completely understandable,” Roman said, and patted Dean's leg. “And Seth's sick right now, so I really want to be there to make it all better, it's killing me being away from him.” “Seth's sick?” “He thought he had a bladder infection from his cath during surgery, and the fucking Miz took him to the emergency room in Davenport, but they didn't find anything wrong with him, and believed his bladder was just irritated by something he'd had to eat or drink.” Roman nodded. “Yeah, or he could have strained it. He does tend to hold it too long.” “Especially when he's gaming, which he's probably been doing a lot of.” Roman smiled at Dean. “At this time tomorrow, you'll be on your way back to him. I'll be on my way to a house show in Reno. Lucky you, no house shows.” “I can't wait, it feels like forever,” Dean said wistfully. “I've never felt so strongly about someone before. Seth is....I don't even know to word it right, everything that comes to mind would fall short of what he means to me.” “I know.” Roman caressed Dean's leg again. “Back in developmental, back when we were the Shield-” “Were?” Roman asked, and raised a brow. Dean chuckled. “Okay, we're still the Shield, Shield brothers forever. But back when we were in FCW, I never would have believed he'd come to be the love of my life. It's amazing, it really is.” He sighed happily. “You're glowing,” Roman commented. It was true, Dean had never looked better. There was a magic one cast when they were in love. “And bursting,” Dean added, and wiggled. “Can we stop soon? I broke the seal.” “Why didn't you go at the gas station?” Roman asked. And, why didn't I? He wondered. His bladder was throbbing. “I didn't have to go then.” “Neither did I. But I do now.” “Then let's stop.” Roman thought. “How about this? We wait. If I piss myself before you do, I'll stop.” Dean grinned. This was sure to be interesting, no matter who pissed himself first. “Sounds good to me.” “Good. Finish your coffee.” “Oh, but then I'll really need to pee,” Dean replied, in mock terror. He finished his coffee. So did Roman. He handed Dean a bottle of water. Dean laughed. “I'll have to loosen my belt!” Roman had already loosened his. He had a feeling he was probably going to lose the holding contest, if Dean hadn't undone his jeans yet. He really should have used the restroom at the gas station. The last time he'd gone was at the club, but that had been hours ago. Being Dean's designated driver, Roman hadn't had much alcohol to drink, but he had had a lot of water. Usually, he wouldn't doubt his ability to outlast Dean, but he was very near his limit. And, he knew that if Dean found out, he would only make it harder for Roman to hold it. “You haven't opened your water bottle,” Dean remarked. Roman opened it, took a few swallows, and regretted it almost immediately. His bladder cramped, and he gripped the steering wheel hard. He wanted to be discrete, but the piss really wanted out. He shifted a little in the seat, but it didn't help; he had to do everything he could to hold it. He grabbed his semi-hard cock. Dean noticed, of course. “Don't go chasin' waterfalls,” he teased. Roman couldn't help but laugh, despite the situation he was in. “Fuck, that hurts.” Dean smiled sassily. “I know. Hard not to just let it go, isn't it?” Roman's bladder cramped again. “Grrrrr...” He squirmed in the seat. “Can you drive in your condition?” Dean asked, seriously. Roman realized his focus was hardly on the road, his driving was beginning to suffer. He wasn't going to be any less distracted until he took care of his awful need to piss. He couldn't handle the thought of losing a holding contest to Dean, who'd pissed himself multiple times since they'd hit the road on Sunday morning. He didn't see why Dean didn't just piss himself again, he had looked pretty desperate when he'd first asked Roman to stop. Beside him, Dean made a brief whimpering noise Roman had heard before. He looked over to see Dean hurriedly undoing his belt and jeans so he could hold himself. “Oh, fuck, Roman, I really gotta go! My bladder feels like it's going to just burst, and I can feel the piss burning in my cock and-” “Fuck! Shut up, Dean!” Roman snapped. It was over. He couldn't handle it any longer, despite all of his efforts, he was losing control, spurting. He felt hot wetness beneath his hand. He turned on the lights so Dean could see, and quit fighting it. The relief was so great he didn't even care he was doing it in his pants while driving a rental car. Dean watched and groped as the wet spot on Roman's jeans spread across his lap, down his legs, and up his jersey. Piss pooled between his legs and ran off the seat, even though Dean tried to splash it back on to his crotch, there was just too much of it. Roman's driving improved as his bladder emptied, which took forever. “Roman! A rest area!” Dean exclaimed, and pointed, too late. Roman shook his head. “I'm sorry, bro.” Dean bit his lips. “Fuck! I'm about to piss myself, again!” “Poor Dean,” Roman said tenderly, and stroked his hair. “You really have to go, don't you?” Dean nodded. “Uh-huh.” “We don't need two wet seats in this car. Since mine's already soaked, you can just go on me.” “Damn, Roman, that's hot!” Dean knelt up on the seat and faced his Shield brother. “Ready?” Roman freed his now fully-erect cock from the confines of his boxer briefs. “Now I am.” Dean sighed with relief as he peed all over Roman. Roman groaned with approval, and began to jack off. Dean closed his eyes on the sight, but he couldn't go deaf to Roman's play sounds, and he willed his cock not to get fully hard before his bladder was fully empty. But, it had been too long since he'd been able to play, and the nice, relieving stream stopped. “Damn it.” Dean looked down at his swollen cock in frustration. “What's up?” Roman asked. Dean pointed. “Me. And that's a problem. I'm too hard to piss, and I didn't get to finish.” “We'll stop soon and take care of that.” Roman looked down at his wet clothes and raging hard-on. “You'll have to go in and get the room, though.” “Okay,” Dean said. “Even though I know we should just keep going until we get to Portland, I think we could both use a little playtime, and some sleep.” “Agreed. Though I think maybe I should hold off on cumming, for Seth.” “How are you going to get rid of this is you don't cum?” Roman asked, and stroked the bulge in Dean's pants. Dean sighed. “Oh Roman, you shouldn't do that.” But Roman continued to squeeze, and stroke. “You'll be a mess at Smackdown.” “I won't be able to pee, either.” Dean giggled. “Come on, Roman, please don't tease.” “I'm not teasing. This is...foreplay.” “If it's foreplay, let me make it easier for you.” Dean freed his hard cock. Roman stroked it. “I'm rethinking, though... We should try to get to Portland tonight. I don't want to get up early, or pay for rooms at two different places. I don't want to drive almost two hours with a hangover, either.” “Good point. Will you still stop so I can pee?” Dean wanted to know. “Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot you still needed to go.” “You should probably stop playing. I feel like I'm going to either piss or cum, and I'm not sure which.” Roman stopped. “Either way, we don't need that in this rental car.” Dean put his cock away. “Especially after what you did in your seat.” They laughed together. “You could always finish on me,” Roman added. “I'd only end up getting hard again. I want it all out of me.” Dean fidgeted. “Seth can do both at once. He calls it a pissgasm.” Roman looked at Dean and raised a curious eyebrow. “It's really hot,” Dean gushed, his eyes aglow with his love and adoration for his boyfriend. “I don't know how he does it. He said it was an accident the first time. He did it on Friday night, too.” “I wonder how he does it. When I really need to go, I lose my erection. I can't cum.” Dean nodded. “Same here. I can stay half-hard. But, I saw Seth's rock hard cock spurting piss and cum. Mmmmpf, that was so fucking hot.” Roman smiled, and squeezed his own hard on. He wanted to cum. Dean wanted to do both, piss and cum, but he knew he couldn't do it like Seth had. Seth probably wouldn't be squirming around like Dean was right now, either. “You know, for being the smallest guy in the Shield, Seth has the biggest bladder. When he was in the hospital, he pissed almost a liter and a half!” “Whoa, that had to hurt.” “Yes, he was clearly in a lot of pain from it. The pain medication he was on left him unable to pee for awhile. I helped him by holding him around the waist and pressing down in his bladder; his bladder was literally bulging like he was pregnant. He was crying, but I think it was from a combination of pain and the situation itself,” Dean said. “I inadvertently made him wet himself during RAW a few years ago. I felt terrible about it,” Roman confessed. “We were on our way to do our entrance, and we both needed to piss, and I shoved him out of the way and got to the restroom first. There wasn't enough time for Seth to go, too. He pleaded with the crew to let him go to the men's room, but they told him no every time; he asked more than once. I really felt awful that I'd put him in that situation; I had no idea how badly he had to piss. Beth the bitch told him he could either wait until the match was over, go under the ring, or go in his pants.” “Yeah, she would say that. Seth never told me about this.” “I don't think he considers it the greatest moment of his career.” Roman laughed. “You were there, actually, in the match before ours. Seth went under the ring right after our entrance, but-” “Oh yeah! I remember now! I was about to go sneak a piss under there myself, fuck I had to go so bad, under the guise of grabbing a folding chair to sit ringside in. Oh, I was not happy with him right then.” “He told me just before the match started that he'd only been able to piss a little under the ring, but that he could function. I could tell he still really needed to go, though.” “So did I; I never wanted a match to be over so badly in my life, and considering some of the crazy matches I've had, that's saying a lot,” Dean quipped. “Well, it turned out your boyfriend took the third option, too. He froze on the entrance ramp, I don't know if that's when he pissed himself, or if he was just trying hard not to, but I walked with him to the locker room; you and my cuzes were in the shower, and Seth went directly to the toilets. In a few minutes, he came back naked, all his stuff folded into his vest. He accidentally dropped it, and everything came apart, his drawers were obviously wet. I heard someone coming, turned out to be Jimmy, and I just threw Seth's clothes into my locker. The pants were wet, kind of heavy, actually. At least they were black, which hid it from sight. He was very embarrassed that I'd found out he'd had an accident, but grateful that my quick actions had prevented anyone else from finding out. He didn't elaborate on it, and never brought it up again.” Roman finished. “Oh, my poor guy. Can we stop soon?” Dean asked, hopefully. “I don't want to pull over on the highway. I've been on the lookout for side roads; I'll stop as soon as I can,” Roman promised. Dean fidgeted. “I just thought of something real funny. Imagine if we'd had the Ride Along cameras in here.” Roman looked down at his soaked clothes and laughed. “That would have been quite the episode.” “Bro, I really can't hold this piss any longer,” Dean warned. “I'm about to make a puddle in my seat.” “Hold it, Dean, please.” Up ahead, an intersection, flashing red and yellow lights. A small town, asleep for the night. “I'm trying!” Dean moaned. Roman turned right on what the sign told him was County Q, and into the lot of a mechanic's shop. He pulled around back, and Dean scrambled out to piss beside the car. To Roman, sounded like a horse pissing; he'd really pushed Dean to his limits. “All better,” Dean reported, as he got back in the car and shut the door. “I can't wait to get to Portland.” “Me neither, though this is the first time I'll be using my coat to cover one of my own accidents,” Roman blushed. “Someone's used it before I did tonight?” Roman blushed for another reason. “Jey did. Jimmy's bachelor party. It was a different coat, though.” He remembered his poor cuz, waiting for a stall because he couldn't use the trough. “Story time?” Dean asked. Roman chuckled. “Okay. We were waiting for the restroom at the club when a fight broke out. We weren't involved in it, but they kicked out everyone. I got to use the trough before that, but Jey was still waiting for a stall when we were shown the door. Jey tried to plead his case, but they didn't care, just shoved us on out like cattle to the slaughterhouse. Some of my cuzes pissed in the lot, but you know Jey can't just do that.” Dean nodded. “We got into the Hummer limo and decided to just continue the party at the hotel. The hotel was pretty far away, at least half an hour, I think, forgive me, but I was so fucked up that night I don't really remember much of it. Jey ended up pissing himself in his seat, and my uncle, his dad, asked me for my coat. That was the only time I ever saw Jey wet himself, but I heard stories over the years,” Roman finished. “Yeah, I heard a couple, too,” Dean said. “Lines suck.” Roman laughed. “Yeah, you learned that tonight.” Finally, they rolled into Portland. Roman chose to stay at a motel on the outskirts rather than the Holiday Inn near the arena, where most of their coworkers were staying. Dean went in and got the room, hoping there would be a restroom in the lobby, but there wasn't. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he registered for a double queen bed room, damn coffee. He got the key, a real key, and went back to the car. “On the left, all the way at the end, hurry up,” Dean told Roman, as he squirmed. Roman laughed, but not too hard since he also needed to go. Not like it mattered if he did; he was soaked, but the seat really didn't need any more piss on it. He pulled into the last space, right in front of the door to their room. Dean hurried out before Roman had even come to a complete stop, and hopped from foot to foot as he tried to get the door open before he peed his pants. The key and the knob turned, but the door was stuck. Dean slammed into it shoulder-first, and it opened so swiftly and fast he was caught off-balance and crashed to the floor. He wasn't hurt, but the impact broke the dam. Roman turned on the lights to find Dean sitting on the floor in a puddle, soaking wet and smiling sheepishly up at him. “Coffee makes me pee.” Roman smiled. “I know.” “Now we're both wet,” Dean said, in a sensual voice. Roman turned up the heat and took off his coat. “I'm about to get wetter.” He approached Dean's puddle, and Dean, still on the floor, hugged him about the legs and gazed up at him adoringly. Roman laughed, and tousled Dean's hair. “You should take off your coat. I don't think you want me to piss on it.” “Good point,” Dean agreed, and tossed it on the bed. He wrapped his arms and legs around his Shield brother and smiled up at him again. Roman pulled off his wet jersey and t-shirt and undid his belt. He automatically began pulling it from the loops before realizing it didn't matter, it was already ruined. He left it, and undid his jeans. “Just like that!” Dean exclaimed. “Oh, Roman, you look like a fucking god right now.” “God of the waters.” He stroked Dean's hair and caressed his head and shoulders as he began pissing in his boxer briefs. He shivered involuntarily from the relief, and Dean held him tighter, and wrapped his lips around Roman's semi-hard cock and drank him. More ran down Roman's jeans, Dean's shirt, and dripped into Dean's lap. But, Dean wasn't semi-hard. As Roman's stream tapered off, and his undies stopped dripping, Dean felt a little guilty for enjoying piss play with Roman when Seth was back home enjoying nothing because he was recovering from surgery, and unwell on top of it. Now somewhat sober, he was no longer stupid, and knew that it was a good thing fuckin' Miz was with Seth, because it would make things easier on him. And, he knew that his bond with Seth; their love was so strong that Miz would be unable to penetrate it, he would not come between them any more than Roman had. But, Dean was still feeling the pain of being away from Seth. His chest felt like it wanted to explode. Roman tousled his hair. “Something wrong?” Dean got up and began removing his pissy clothes. “I... I just miss Seth, that's all.” “Ah,” Roman said, not untenderly. He watched Dean pull on a cutesy pair of briefs, navy blue with a white pawprint on the crotch. “Those aren't cursed undies, are they?” Dean looked down at them and sighed. “No.” He climbed into bed. Roman shed his wet clothing, too. He hated to see Dean hurting again, at least he'd given him some reprieve earlier in the night. He pulled on a pair of lounge pants, and got under the covers beside Dean. Dean's sense of smell was stirred. Roman's hair smelled just like Seth's; they used the same products. “Can I hold you?” He asked, hopefully. “Of course.” Roman turned over, on to his side, to allow Dean to spoon him. Dean wrapped his arms around his Shield brother and buried his face in his hair. The texture was not Seth's but the smell was the same, a musky, woodsy scent which comforted him enough to allow him to slip into a deep sleep.
  13. I would have to say no, it would be too much of an inconvenience.
  14. Yeah, I totally get what you mean. When I took it, I was with someone who'd only rolled a couple of times before, and didn't know the correct dosage, or when to bump up. He ended up giving us four times too much, an OD. The trip did have it's high points, which makes me want to try it again, in the correct amounts, but I don't think the hangover is worth it. It was the worst I'd ever felt in my life, even worse than being in diabetic ketoacidosis, because of the mental factor involved.
  15. 2017

    I don't always make New Years Resolutions, but I am this year. Nothing too lofty or unreasonable, so I stand a pretty good chance of making them happen: Sculpt my muscles, especially my abs. Publish my original fiction. Make more public wetting/pissing videos. Go to the ppv in March. Take a real vacation, not a staycation. "Staycation", what a stupid word. Teach my kids to drive. Find a new tattoo artist. Move closer to work. Anyone else making any?