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  1. indian

    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
  2. So, writing for the first time....any suggestions/constructive critiques are welcome ! This happened in the final year of my college life in India. A group of us friends were in charge of hosting a departmental reunion and meetings used to run long after the normal class times. It was close to the date of the event and we were all talking at length about a visit to the department by some guest before the event to inspect labs et al. The visit was supposed to be on a weekend and so some of us had to come in Saturday. Our meeting room used to be closed normally on weekends and we had 2-3 keys, one of which, happened to be with my ex as she used to stay on campus in the girls' hostel. As the meeting dragged on a lot of the group had left leaving only 3-4 at the end. We decided at the end that one of us would have to come in the next day and prepare for the visit. Then we discovered that all the people with the keys had left earlier leaving only my ex as a possibility. She declared she could not come the next day as she had some plans but she could bring the keys quickly to us from her hostel. So, she hurried out to the hostel and left us to talk about other things. After about a rather long 20 mins (hostel was a 5 min walk max) she returned and handed over a key to us. The others quickly took the key and bid us goodbye. I don't know if nobody noticed but I saw that she had changed her jeans from the dark one she was wearing to another. Since I had to leave as well, I could not press her too much that night but on teasing her about it, she blushed and would not talk about it. It took some time for us to break the ice about such events as this was quite early on in our relationship. It was later, one random phone call on some random night, much later, when we were much more comfortable with each other, that the true secret was revealed. And here it is from the girl's perspective : ---------------------------------------------------------------------- By the end of the meeting I was seriously desperate and in need of a loo pretty badly. But then I did not want to keep anyone waiting for the key and decided I would quickly get it from my room. Ahh, why didn't I bring it with me ? I stepped out of the building and the cool breeze hit my face and I suddenly realized that I was more desperate that I had thought....however, I carried on, I was a big girl after all in my final year of college ! On the way I met a friend who tried to indulge me in some small-talk...I tried to talk my way out of it (talking away valuable time) and got into my hostel. My room was on the 3rd floor and walking up the stairs was painful. As soon as I reached the third floor I had a decision to make : either get the keys or use the toilet. I was super desperate but decided to first get the keys from my room and then use the restroom before I went back. That proved to be my biggest mistake ! The room was on the opposite side of the corridor as the toilets and all the girls in the floor used the same restroom facilities. I quickly stepped into my room and then I tried to quickly find the keys. In my panic, I realized the keys were not in their usual place and I actually had to search for them ! I was under serious pressure now and wondered if I should continue searching or go. I decided to search a bit more. Soon enough under the table I found the key. It had somehow fallen down and I quickly took it as a huge wave of desperation hit me. I doubled over and half-walked to the door. Since none of my roommates were present I had to lock the door before I went out again (and had to unlock it to get in) ! I was in panic then : I tried locking the door but somehow the key won't fit in as I struggled wth it ! "Why does this have to happen now ???" I wondered. As the key finally slid in, another desperation wave hit me almost overcoming my resistance. I was in serious trouble now. I had to use the restrooms NOW ! In panic, as soon as the door was locked, I ran ! Running was another big mistake as I soon realized ! Maybe I should have half-walked slowly to the restroom but running made everything happen so quickly. As I was midway through to the restrooms I could feel I was no longer in control. New surges of desperation hit me as I felt control slipping away and myself getting wet. I quickly crossed my legs when I realized what was happening and tried to regain control. I was spurting uncontrollably as I opened the door to the toilets. Thankfully there was no one to view my condition or I would have been so embarrassed. The cubicles were empty and I kept leaking in my panties as I entered them : I just could not control any more. I had to struggle with my tight jeans inside and by the time I got it down and sat down with relief, I knew I had had a major major accident. As I finished peeing, I stood up to survey the damage. The jeans were noticeably wet till my knees on one leg and the upper thighs on another. I was so ashamed. Now I had to walk back to my room, unlock it again and change into something and then walk back ! Well, let this be our secret ok ? I have quite a few other stories to tell, but just to you.....so shhhhh
  3. Sabika and Kanika It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The outside world was still slowly stirring into action. A lone car here or there could be seen as the sun rose slowly and majestically from over the dunes in the distance. The town of Surat slowly rose from its slumber. Among those who were groggily rubbing their eyes were two women in their early 20’s, Sabika and Kanika. Sabika and Kanika had been friends since they met in school back when they used to stay in Gandhinagar. They had remained classmates and friends through their board exam, through their CBSC 12th , through their arduous 3 year BBA degree, and finally, through their MBA, the final step in the horrifying process they’d known as their education. The moment they got their degrees in hand they began to insist to their respective families, the need to move to Surat because “that’s where all the well-paying jobs are!” they claimed. After a couple of weeks they’d gotten permission from their families, found a flat in a massive apartment complex in Dindoli. The flat was everything they’d ever dreamed of and more! It was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and it was theirs! On this Wednesday however, neither Sabika nor Kanika was able to appreciate the green countryside or the beautiful sunrise as they scurried around their room, frantically gathering up bits of small change. “3568”, Kanika counted “3668!”, Sabika chipped in holding up a 100 rupee note she’d picked up from under the mattress. Kanika sighed miserably, “This is hopeless! We’ll never get enough money before 11. And God Knows what the landlord will do if we don’t have it again! It’s the second month in a row!!” Sabika clicked her tongue, irritated, “What are you telling me for!” Both the girls fell silent as they reflected on their circumstances. Sabika suddenly piped up, “Hey Kanika! Your dad sent you money last week, remember!” Kanika’s face lit up as she remembered. She jumped to her feet and ran over to her cupboard. As she hurriedly sorted through her clothes she explained, “If I run down to the ATM now, that’ll solve everything. You chill here for a bit, go back to sleep if you want” Sabika nodded in agreement but kept her eyes fixed on Kanika. Kanika pulled a kurti out of the stack that she liked and, ducking behind the narrow door of her cupboard, slid off the boxer shorts she had on in one deft fluid motion. The cupboard door did a poor job of covering Kanika’s taut smooth brown buttocks from Sabika. Kanika caught Sabika watching and “tsk’ed “ her jokingly as she donned the Kurti and jogged out the door. She shouted back at Sabika, “I’ll be back soon.!”, as she entered the lift. Over the many years that they’d been friends many had accused them of being “weird…” Many classmates of the duo in 12th had gone so far as to insinuate that the two were performing lewd sexual acts on each other. Sabika and Kanika had never been bothered in the slightest by these rumours, mainly because of how baseless they were. Regardless of what anyone else might think, Kanika and Sabika had never crossed the lines of friendship with one another. For Sabika however, this was growing difficult. Ever since they’d shifted in together, Sabika had unknowingly noticed more and more of Kanika’s nuances: that little pimple on her back, that mole on her right butt cheek….. Kanika had seemingly blossomed overnight from the skinny tom-boyish ruffian she’d been in school, to an enticing, and sensuous young woman. Sabika had been dreaming of her more and more. Vile dreams. Loathsome dreams. Unspeakable dreams. Sabika had initially dismissed them as Hogwash, but a week back, around 3 in the morning, Sabika awoke from one such dream suddenly, a splash of moisture near the joining of her thighs. Her lower stomach felt as if it were burning: not in pain but in rapturous pleasure. She felt her engorged and moistened womanhood pound with the racing pumping of her heart. Sabika sat up quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping Kanika on the other end of the Queen size bed. The wet fabric of her boxers pressed against her thighs as she moved a hand to garrison her fortress. The moment Sabika’s hand had made contact with herself, her body convulsed as if suffering from an electric shock. Oscillating waves of pleasure shot through her spine, sending tingling sensations raging across her forehead and her toes. She felt the walls of her abdomen tensing and loosing with intense force, in sync with the pulses that rocked the sea of dampness beneath her hand. The pulses slowly faded away and Sabika faded into sleep with them. The next morning however, Sabika noticed the sizeable stain left on her shared pale green bedsheet. She was utterly mortified as Kanika teased her, saying she had wet the bed. Since that day, Sabika had made it an effort to ‘satisfy her womanly needs’ at least twice a week, so as to prevent such ‘incidents’ from repeating themselves. Seeing as Kanika had left the house, Sabika bit her lower lip softly and jumped back into the bed, now all by herself. She hadn’t touched herself since last Tuesday, more than a week ago. Now however, on a Wednesday, alone and unencumbered with chores at home while her roommate exerted herself, she realized she finally had the time. Sabika walked over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her laptop and (from much further back) her vibrator she’d sneakily bought from Goa. It was far too loud for her to use normally, but it was ideal for situations such as this. She placed the laptop on her stomach, propped her head up with some pillows and navigated to Local Disc D/ Images/ Kanika/ 34#%@52#% Sabika’s heart beat faster and as she clicked on the folder she moved her right hand down, out of visibility, behind the laptop screen, and switched on the vibrator which hummed powerfully. The folder was empty, save for a sole video titled DrunKanika_toilet.3gp Sabika clicked on the video, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Sabika had taken this video on her phone almost two years back. Despite how close the girls were, Sabika had never seen Kanika completely nude, except once ………. This once. Sabika had taken the video around two years back on her [Sabika’s] birthday. The girls had gone out clubbing and had gotten quite inebriated off the free shots the club offered to women. Sabika had managed to squeeze past the throng of women into the washroom once in the night, but Kanika hadn’t been that lucky. When they were in a cab and less than halfway home, Kanika had begun whining about her bladder, laughingly pleading with Sabika. Sabika had then pulled out her phone and jokingly began videoing the entire chain of events. Kanika had initially resisted and hid her face, but in a matter of minutes had forgotten the whole thing and was pleading once again. As VLC media player opened and Kanika’s voice whined through her speakers with cries of , “Mujhe bathroom Chaiye!!!”, Sabika moved her humming little friend into position between her legs and her whole body tensed, paralyzed as if by accord. As Sabika moved the device up and down, her back arched and her toes bent straight in line with her foot ( like ballerina feet) as her legs slowly bent upwards into the air… Meanwhile Kanika was standing in the blistering hot Surat sun. The brightness stung her eyes as she squinted them tightly. The queue was gigantic! Hundreds of people snaked around the complex, all orderly waiting for a chance to exchange a handful of money. Kanika cursed herself! If only she’d come here yesterday, this could have been averted. ARGH! Unfortunately however, Kanika had no choice. She needed that money by today or the consequences would be dire. Her landlord had threatened to evict them if they were late again. Kanika sighed inwardly to herself, a sigh of acceptance, and pulled out her headphones from her pocket and began to untangle them. As she fiddled awkwardly with the wires in front of her, she became aware of two men, sitting leisurely on a motorcycle in the distance, sipping chai and brandishing cigarettes, looking at her repulsively. Kanika quickly averted her eyes, plugged her headphones into her phone, pressed play and forgot all about it in the repetitive beats of Honey Singh’s “Blue Eyes” An hour had elapsed since Kanika had come down to withdraw money. Still, the ATM line in front of her showed no sign of drawing to an end as it snaked off and away down a dusty road out of her apartment building and towards the sole ATM in the vicinity. The line behind her looked even more gargantuan than the line in front of her! People had gathered in such vast amounts it was disconcerting to say the least. However, standing in line this long was beginning to take its toll on Kanika as she swayed faintly beneath the searing heat. Immediately the two strange men that had been watching her from the comfort of their bike the entire time sprang into action. One came and held her upright so she didn’t fall while the other helped lower her into a gentle sitting position on the rim of the sidewalk. The men asked for water from the crowd. One kind elderly gentleman in front of Kanika pulled out a Bisleri bottle with the label torn off and handed it to Kanika who gulped at it ferociously. Kanika thanked them, returned the water bottle to the old man and continued waiting in line. Twenty minutes down the line and as the beats of “Pani Pani Pani” rang through her ears, Kanika knew she was in a desperate fix. To add to the dizziness and fatigue, Kanika now felt another worrying presence making itself known: that of her bladder. She stood on her toes and craned her neck but still couldn’t see the end of the line. Her bladder tensed in protest, sending its contents rushing to her urethra which she managed to clench just in time. 10 minutes later and Kanika’s need had increased exponentially. She ground her legs against each other and often bent into crumpled tensed half squats, with her fist clenched between her thighs. She knew that she couldn’t wait any more. In desperation she pulled out her phone and texted Sabika, “ Sorry, can’t get the money. Too many people. Heading back” Kanika was about to leave the queue and search for a bathroom when she noticed the two men who’d been looking at her earlier staring again as she shuffled in place. From the distance she was at she could see one man’s lips form the word “peshab” as he spoke laughingly to the man next to him. Infused with anger, Kanika stormed over towards them. “What!! What did you say!! Tell Me!!” , she began to shout. The crowd , bored of their monotonous wait , quickly turned to watch. The taller and better looking of the two men, introduced himself as Patel and leaned in to Kanika’s ear and whispered, “ There’s a bathroom near here, if you want I can show it to you. My friend will hold your position in the line.” Kanika was desperate and her nerves were frayed, she buckled easily and followed Patel without hesitation down an empty alley on the other side of the road. She followed him briskly for another 2 minutes and drew to a stop where he did outside a dingy stinking doorway with no door. The room inside stank and there were flies hovering around the dotted flaking squat toilet in the centre. “You go!”, Patel whispered huskily, “I’ll stand guard” Kanika was in no situation to refuse and within a matter of seconds, had tiptoed into the stall, yanked off her kurti and was pissing ferociously into the small dingy bowl. The sound of her release echoed off the walls and rang loudly in the streets; Patel’s loin began to stir. A relieved Kanika stepped out of the stall and looked at Patel. Unbeknownst to him, she too had felt a tingle in her most secret of areas as she saw Patel, visibly aroused, nobly standing guard as she voided herself. She looked at him passionately for a matter of seconds, and then leapt on him with the ferocity of a wild tiger. She jumped into his arms as she kissed his face frantically. Patel stumbled backwards, carrying Kanika into the small stall from whence she had come. Patel took two large steps over the toilet, and held Kanika up against the wall. Her legs were fastened around his waist and his hands held her from her armpits. In this position, with her legs spread, it was only a few thin layers of cotton separating his throbbing manhood from her dripping lips. As his manhood rubbed against her, Kanika was aroused to the point of tears.. “Under dalo!! Under dalo” , she frantically whispered in the heat of the moment. Patel had but to slip her salwar down a few inches, over the voluptuous curvature of her ass before he was able to slide his aching 5 inches inside of her starved body as they joined, convulsing in shared pleasure. Patel thrust harder and harder and faster into Kanika’s soaking garden. Kanika clawed his back as she moaned animalistically, echoing the waves of pleasure that tore their way through her body. Her gasps build up, faster and faster, until it was just one mind numbing cry as Patel tensed, and jerked, shooting his seed deep inside of Kanika. That one final push accompanied by the warm explosion that followed it pushed Kanika over the edge as the lurking orgasm ripped through her, shattering her mind as she groaned heavily and dug Patel’s back so hard it bled. Within a matter of minutes, sobriety had returned to the pair. Kanika pulled up her salwar, salvaged what dignity she could, and giving Patel her number, marched back to the queue. She found the friend in line, only 5 people away from the bank. She quickly switched with him, exchanged the money, and headed home to the house. As Kanika reached the floor of her house, she opened the house door and walked inside to her room. To her surprise, the room door was shut! This was incredibly rare, especially given how close Kanika and Sabika were. Rather than knocking as any other friend might have, Kanika threw open the door and gasped in shock at the writhing figure of Sabika. Sabika lay prostrated on the bed her hips and her bush circled rhythmically as her China made vibrator doing its job between her legs. Her other hand lay clutching the bed sheets on her left, as if for dear life. She rubbed her self and whispered, “ah aH aH AH Oh god I’m cumming….I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” as her eyes remained latched on the screen of her laptop. Kanika’s eyes fell on the laptop screen and she saw a video of herself, inebriated and squirming in the bathroom, trying with limited success to stand still over the commode as Sabika attempted to cut her baggy Patiala salwar string with a giant pair of scissors. Kanika saw herself removing her top, so as to keep it out of the path of the storm, and throw it to the side at the exact moment that Sabika snipped her way through the troublesome salwar string. Kanika saw her Patiala collapse to the floor, revealing her visibly soaked green underwear which she peeled off without a second thought as a torrent of processed beer gushed out from between the hairy joining of her legs and splattered into the porcelain commode beneath her. “SABIKA!!!!”, Kanika shouted. But the orgasming Sabika could do little more than turn to Kanika in horrified ecstasy as the Chinese-made orgasm racked her body. Her eyes twitched, her hands and feet stiffened and her legs rose up as she cried loudly and went taut for a second. Sabika collapsed back onto earth in the form of the bed and lay there for a minute, gasping for breath before she could sat, “Sorry Kanika” Kanika however was red livid with anger. She glared at Sabika and through her clenched teeth snarled, “We’re going to have a talk about this”, before she wheeled around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
  4. The scene shows the actress entering the house, throwing her purse, and sitting on the toilet.
  5. Ankita was violently woken from her unsteady sleep with a sharp cramping pain that rocked her bladder. She instantly knew what it was. She sighed miserably and dangled her feet off the side of her hostel bunkbed hoping not to wake her roomate. Ankita was from a well off family in Mumbai. She had lived almost her entire life in the heart of the city, in a posh flat that was on the 9th floor. Owing to her family's financial status, she had never really gotten a taste of the outside world; she spent the majority of her time in Coffee Days and overpriced malls. Upon completing her 12th standard however, everything changed. Her grades were awful. No decent college in Mumbai would accept her. She checked countless colleges all over the country but apart from a monastery near Nepal, the only college that would accept her was Vellore Sisters Catholic College - an all girls strict educational institute. Though it was far from ideal, it was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best option available. With less than a week remaining till the beginning of college, Ankita hastily applied to the college, got accepted, and set off from Mumbai the night before college was to begin. She knew it would be different, much different than anything she'd ever done before, but she was ready: Or so she thought. She reached the train station, took an overpriced auto down a dirt road, baked it the sun, and entered the dusty gates of the college. She was instantly approached by a middle aged nun who, after checking her identification, led her to her room on the 5th floor. Ankita was apalled. The room was dingy and small, illuminated only by a 4ft by 4ft window in the corner. 2 other beds were already in place, and a couple of tops and a pale blue pair of panties lay sprawled around the room. She was too busy inspecting the dust and the cracking paint that she only noticed the absence of an extra door in the room. "Excuse me!" , she called out to the nun. "Uh.. Bathroom?" But the nun was already walking away down the corridor. Hearing the bell ring in the distance, Ankita quickly grabbed a textbook and made her way to class. It wouldn't look good to be late on the first day itself. Classes were boring and tough, same as school. After the 2nd period Ankita got up to go to the bathroom. At the end of the corridor there was a door with a dilapidated 'LADIES' sign hanging from it. Ankita entered and nearly gagged. The floor was muddy with dirt and patches of liquid. Apart from one stall the doors all hung on their hinges, waiting to fall off. The stench was incomparable. IT was muddy and filthy Her bladder protested but her disgust was stronger. Tightening her sphincter, she loosened the waistband of her long green skirt and returned to class. By the end of the next period however, her need had worsened considerably. She could hardly sit still and had twice been reprimanded for continuosly bouncing her legs. in her mind she vowed that the moment this class ended she'd find a place to pee. The moment the bell rang, Ankita jumped up from her desk and left the room, running down the stairs and out of the block. It occured to her that there may be a cleaner toilet elsewhere in campus. AS she ran she felt a drop moisten the joining of her thighs. From the corner of her eyes, Ankita saw a tiny steel door behind the cafeteria block bearing the words "FOR TEACHERS ONLY". Running, she flung open the door and her eyes jizzed when they saw the beatiful bathroom before them. It was king-sized and clean, with a tall whit western-style toilet adorning the center. Ankita rushed to the toilet, yanking up her skirt and holding it under her chin as she frantically moved her red panties out of the line of fire. Plopping herself down on the cold toilet seat she fired her piss into the bowl with deadly force; it splashed off the inside of the bowl and into the water. Ankita sighed in relief but also in exacerbation. How the HELL would she survive here?
  6. Since some of you liked my older story about my ex-Gf , let me talk about another of her many experiences. I found them very arousing and would demand to hear these sexy stories from time to time. She would be very hesitant at first but over time, she got more relaxed and talked much more freely about her many small and large accidents...This next one also happened pretty early in our relationship and she told me about this many months later.... ----------------------------------------------------------------- So we sometimes used to bunk classes in college and hang out / go to the movies with friends etc. It was this hot summer day that we suddenly decided to watch a new movie that had been released and a few of us friends planned to bunk the afternoon classes and go watch our favorite hero in action ! Outside our department building I noticed my ex-girlfriend and quickly told her the plan and that we had to leave quickly as the movie was gonna begin in 30 mins. She agreed, then hesitated and then said, she had to "freshen up"... the term she used was funny...the first time she said "freshen up" I was like, yea, there would be other time to put make up on, come on...you look fresh..lol...I was so naive...Indian girls tend to be very secretive about their bodily needs and in the early stages of our relationship, my ex was too...she then whispered, "No, I have to use the restroom...give me 3 mins"...my friends decided to move on ahead of us and buy tickets for us when we would come. Me and my ex would come later, we decided. So I waited outside the building as she went in and after nearly 10 mins she came out looking all flushed and quickly told me she wanted to wear a prettier dress I had to wait 10 more minutes while she went to her hostel. I was quite angry by this point and remember getting mad at her for keeping me waiting and then all my other friends at the hall who would be waiting with the tickets too. But then, I relented, and she quickly went to her hostel and was back. Everything after that went blissfully as we had a nice experience at the movies in more ways than one...in those crowded college days, the darkness of the movies gave space for a lot of "exploration" for us kids ! I never suspected why she had to "change to a prettier dress" and had thought it was one of those girl things ...it was only later, many months later, that the truth was revealed.....Lets hear it from my ex herself ---------------------------------------------------------------- When I had to go immediately to the movies, I realized I had been holding in my pee for a long time. Since the morning I had not been to the restroom and while I was not very desperate, the sudden idea that we had to leave immediately hit me and my bladder hard. And you ? You did not even understand when I first told you...idiot....Well, I hurried inside the department, looking to quickly relive myself. Those days, the department had very few girls studying and had only one girls' toilet on the second floor. For about the ~25 girls studying in the department across various years in engineering that was the only toilet. As I went up the stairs, I could feel my need to pee rapidly increase. As I neared the toilet, the proximity to relief seemed to increase my needs suddenly. I saw a first year girl enter the restroom in front of me : there were two cubicles inside and I prayed one be empty ! I went to the toilet door and pushed it open with urgency. The other girl standing inside looked up at me and smiled. "Hi didi (elder sister: a common phrase), how are you doing?" she said. I realized both the cubicles were occupied and she was the next in line. "I am great, how are things ?" we started to talk and chat about things as we waited in line. Somehow being near to relief made my need worse....very much worse. I did not understand how, but I suddenly realized I was very close to losing control. But here I was in front of another girl, junior to me, who was talking with me and I had to pretend everything was prefect. I tried to press my thighs and cross my legs discreetly but I had to take care that she did not realize I was close to bursting. We stood there chatting for a good 3-4 mins as I was nearing my bursting point every second. Once I thought I should request her to let me go first but then,my pride took over. Surely I could hold it a little bit more ? A cubicle flushed and a girl came out as the first year girl slowly went in. "She didn't even need to go as bad as me" I groaned secretly to myself as I was now next in line. My phone started to ring....you were calling me...probably wanting me to hurry up...ahhh...why now ? I know I have to come quickly but I am so near an accident...I need to focus..cant pick your call now...I was in real agony... Suddenly in the midst of all this panic, a spurt escaped my pussy lips and wet my panties. I gasped in horror but being so near relief somehow meant I was losing control much faster. Whats with me and toilet lines ? Whenever I stand in line for the restroom, I often leak a little...another spurt...this time almost a second...I could feel my panties getting wetter as I realized I had to swallow my pride and knock on the door to ask the girl to hurry up...I was in complete panic now. As another wave of desperation hit me, another spurt escaped...this time I could feel the first drops on my upper thigh. I was almost on the verge of tears...suddenly the cubicle flushed. The sound of the running water brought out another spurt that I quickly controlled...as I took a deep breath, the cubicle opened and one of our friends came out. She smiled at me and tried to talk about something but I had no time. I mumbled "sorry, talk soon" and went in, not trying to show my extreme state of desperation. As I closed the door, I lost another spurt. I quickly pulled my jeans down and let out a gusher....on inspection I realized my panties were quite wet...and while my jeans didn't show any stains I was sure if I sat with those wet panties for sometime, my jeans would also become wet. So I told you I had to put on a prettier dress and I went quickly and got changed !! That was a real close call...dunno why, I can't really be in front of a toilet and wait for any reasonable amount of time...thats just how my mind and bladder works sometimes....well, hope you liked that one dear.....now remember, its just for you...so keep this a secret !! Shhhhh....
  7. I remember seeing a video on YouTube from a while ago of an Indian mother and daughter desperate to pee, but they don't want to miss their favorite movie on TV. The video has since been taken down. Does anyone have it?
  8. WARNING. This contains poop desperation. Nothing grossly obscene although vivid description are provided. If that's not your thing please don't read. Disclaimer: This is not a work of fiction, but at the same time its not entirely a work of reality. The crucial events did happen, but there were many parts that I didn't explicitly see but have attempted to recreate. Thanks. Hey Guys! So this is a story involving Shruthi. Yes, this is Shruthi, my ex. We broke up quite a long time back. After the break up, she shifted abroad and has been there since. A week back, I got an email from the school that we were in together saying that they're organising a small get together for our batch. It had been just over a year since we passed out and as such, I was eager to go. Upon arriving at the school, I met a couple of my friends who had organised the entire thing. They told me it was going to be epic! We were all heading off to a remote hillstation called Yercaud to go trekking for a couple of days! It sounded great! I met a couple of classmates at the school function though not all that many. The majority of them, I was assured, had bunked the school meeting but were coming to Yercaud. We were told to meet up at the bus stop at night, around 10:30, for the 11:00 bus. I went home, packed, and quickly returned to the bus stand. There I found a lot of my old classmates, including Raj, Prakash, and, to my surprise, Shruthi. I was taken aback seeing Shruthi, she looked quite different, having grown significantly taller. She had also lost a fair amount of weight. Despite the fact that our relationship hadn't ended too badly, things were still somewhat awkward to say the least. I said hi to her and hugged her. She didn't seem weirded out and was actually quite kind. Finally the bus came and I entered it first. We had been allocated a total of 6 seats, in pairs of 2. I entered first, and took my choice seat. The rest of the people filed in, taking their seats at leisure. Shruthi was the last person to enter; she looked around, saw that the seat next to me was the only one left, and came and sat. The bus ride lasted only 8 hours, and , by the time we woke up in the morning, we had reached. We filed out of the bus, sleepy and disorientated. We quickly made our way to the hotel room where we checked in. Between the 6 of us, there were 3 guys and 3 girls. We had booked 2 rooms and as such one went to the guys and the other to the girls. We agreed to meet in the reception in an hour. After a shower and a short nap, we rendezvoused in the main hall to set out for the hike. Everyone had their backpacks strapped on and was in their hiking clothes. The last to arrive was Shruthi. She ambled leisurely down the stairs in a pair of Khaki shorts and a T-shirt. Now that everyone had assembled, we set off. We caught a jeep for about 20 minutes until we reached the outskirts of the hill station. From there we began our long, arduous, and memorable trek to the summit. Before setting out on our trek, we ate a hearty breakfast of dosa and idly at a base camp. It was a shady kind of place, with a blue tarpaulin roof and a hairy man flipping savoury pancakes. A giant coffee finished the meal and, ready for the trek, we set off. We climbed for easily an hour and a half before everyone began to feel tired. I myself had been lagging behind the bulk of the group, talking to Shruthi about what she'd been up to in the past year. She was bubbly and excited, as usual, as she told me about her job and her friends abroad. At one point we reached the top of the rolling hills. The gasping and panting of our group suggested a much needed break. We pulled out the mat and spread it over the ground, then pulled off our bags and sat down, enjoying the scenery. As everyone sat their talking and chilling, I noticed Shruthi sitting in an odd manner. She had her legs in front of her, with her knees bent and raised up until her chest, such that all of her body''s pressure fell upon her bottom. She was also slowly rocking back and forth as her hands clutched tufts of grass behind her. To add to this, she was sweating quite visibly, despite the cool mountain air. I've known Shruthi for quite a few years, and as such, I've seen what she looks like when she needs to take a shit. By the look of her face, I instantly knew that she needed to take a big shit :P No sooner had I though of this than I instantly reprimanded myself. Shruthi was my ex! I shouldn't even be thinking about these kind of things!! I determined to try my best to ignore it and hoped the situation would resolve itself. After a mere 2 minutes of sitting down, the other two girls, Keturah and Meghna excused themselves to the bushes. Before they got up to leave, they turned to Shruthi and asked softly ( I could hear because I was sitting right next to her) " Do you need to.... freshen up??" Shruthi forced a smile and said no. This shocked me back into observing the scenario. Why wouldn't she go with the girls when she so obviously had to relieve herself? Why did she remain silent?? It was only at this point that I remembered the relationships that Shruthi had shared with her classmates. It wasn't all that good. For some inexplicable reason she had never really fit in with the 'chic' group of the class. Maybe ..... * I'm switching into Shruthi's point of view at this point. Though the events are factual, I wanted to try and portray things grom her point of view. Shruthi felt as if she were bursting at the seams!! The sweat ran in large beads down her forehead as she rocked back and forth, frantic thoughts running through her panicking brain. " DOn't Do'nt let them know that you have to go..... Don't let them know.... Don't.." She rocked a little bit faster. When Keturah and Meghna came and asked her, her bowels stirred in acceptance but her dignity wouldn't allow her. "What would they think??? What would they think if I went with them and then I....and then I.....right in front of them!!! No way!!" Shruthi saw Keturah nod her head politely and move away towards the bushes. Shruthi cursed them in her mind. Four and a half minutes later and the pressure in Shruthi's stomach reached painfully frightening levels. She was pulling on the grass with all her might to press her bottom deeper and deeper into the soil, and just barely managing to stem the inevitable flow. Her stomach felt heavy and alternated between intermitttent sharp pains and the much more common cramps. Shruthi could feel her bowels tightening inside of her, trying, no doubt, to expunge whatever it was. At the same time, Shruthi sat firmly, the soles of her feet hovering above the ground so that all of her body weight went to sealing the other end of the tightened tunnel. She could feel her stomach swell in protest as the cramps worsened and worsened ; never subsiding. All of a sudden in the midst of a cramp, she felt a tiny waver. A small but concentrated force escaped her clenched sphincter. She felt a slight dampness between her cheeks. This was it! "Oh My God!! I can't do this!! There's no way I can trek in this state, I don't even know if I can walk!! I need to go! I need to go NOW!!" Shruthi got up and looked around. She saw a small tree in the distance, not more than 100 metres away. She forced herself to get to her feet and begin walking, clenching her sphincter with all her might as she sweat profusely. As she stood up and began walking away, she felt victorious for a second. Relief was mere seconds away!! Suddenly, a voice from behind made her spin back. "Hey Shruthi, where are you going?", it was one of the guys (not me). Shruthi felt her sphincter waver and she replied hurridly in a trembling voice, "I'm just going to, I'm just going to.... to... to freshen up". She was trying with all her might not to cross her legs. She could feel all of our eyes on her. "Oh. It's not safe to go off alone. Could you wait for Keturah to get back? She could go with you." Shruthi's mind was racing. She didn't know what to say. Beads of perspiration dripped off of her forehead. Her bowels bulged, like over inflated balloons, willing to do anything for deflation. She felt her sphincter tremble, loosening for only a second, but that was more than enough. She felt the storm coming. Instinctively she crossed her legs, for just a second forgetting about everyone watching her. The vaccum like pressure on her rear exit lowered the pressure considerably. She almost sighed when she realized that she was standing their, with her legs tightly crossed, and everyone was watching her. "They knew. They knew. They knew..." Shruthi was incredibly embaressed. Any exit would have been welcome from the awkward situation she found herself trapped in. Anything. I caught on. I knew what I could do. I stood up, the bottle of water I'd been drinking still in my hands, and spoke, "Yo. Don't worry guys, I'll accompany her. We'll be back in a second" If this had been any other scenario, Shruthi would have been repulsed, maybe even angered! Regardless of her mood she would have most certainly declined my offer. But under the given circumstances, any exit was a welcome one and her misty eyes and forced smile showed acceptance of my offer. As I walked up to Shruthi she exhaled deeply, grateful that the situation had been resolved. As I approached her however, she began to feel the pressure growing in her lower stomach once again. She felt the tension and the subsequent load straining against the only exit, flimsily covered by her pink spotted white cotton panties. As I came closer and closer she began to panic "Open your legs come onnnnn!!! Uncross your legs damnit!! You can do it!! Just clenchhhhh andd...." At the exact moment that I reached Shruthi she uncrossed her legs, turned in the direction of the tree and started walking. 90 metres, she mentally estimated. I turned to her, greedy with the chance that I found myself in. "Are you okay", I kindly asked. Shruthi turned to me, panic in her eyes. We made eye contact. Her face was one of sheer desperation. Sweating profusely and waddling awkwardly, she was unable to even reply. Shruthi suddenly felt her defences wane. A sudden cramp latched itself onto her with surprise and brute force, smashing through the wall. She felt a little bit of pressure shoot out of her, dampening her cheeks even more. "Fuck!! Fuck!! It's happenning.... I'm .... I'm ...... fucking.... fuck!!!!" Shruthi knew that she couldn't hold it any longer. Even her leg cross would most likely fail her at this stage. The only thing she could do was run... run! As I looked deep into her eyes, she sprinted ahead of me at full speed, dashing towards the tree. 30 metres!! 20 metres!! I knew what was happenning and I also knew that I had plausible deniability in the event of a confrontation. As such, I sprinted along behind her. 10 metres!!! Shruthi turned the corner, dashing behind the tree. She yanked at her belt, fumbling in her efforts to unbuckle it. Every passing second a gassy crackle spurred her on. Her barrier had almost broken. There would be no more reasoning with her stomach. I ran, faster and faster, determined to get a glimpse of the action, however shitty (pun intended) it may be. After 4 murderous seconds, Shruthi's belt popped off. Without so much as unbuttoning her khakhis she yanked them and her cotton panties as far down as they would go. They were just a couple of inches below her ass as she fell into a squatting postion facing the tree. Her bowels erupted with liquidy splatters onto the soil. I ran around the tree just in time to see her, trying to pull her khaki shorts further down whilst squatting unevenly with her other hand on the tree for support. I saw her face for a split second, eyes almost closed in orgasmic relief. In the millisecond before I turned my back, I looked to the ass. Liquid tatti streamed out of it like a brown river of piss. There must have been something wrong with the food she ate, that or she had an upset stomach. A faltering gush of piss shot out of her, narrowly missing her shorts and appearing to take her by surprise. She was forced to hurriedly change her squat. With her left leg slightly less bend than her right, she was crouched at an uneven level as her bladder voided itself, strongly rushing out between her sweaty thighs as her bowels continued to leisurely relieve themselves, plopping watery logs, squirt after another after another after another onto a messy semi-liquid puddle. <To be continued>
  9. Hello once again guys. This is a short story about an experience that I had quite some time back. I've been thinking a lot about it recently so I decided to post it. Hope you enjoy it. So there was this girl I'd just met, Anushka. I'd met her at a mad party on M.G. Road. We danced together for hours and it ended with me getting her number. We met a couple of times, and, seeing how much we liked each other, we decided to get into a relationship less than 2 weeks after meeting. One Wednesday I got a call from her asking if I was up for meeting her parents. I was caught off guard but agreed. She booked tickets for a Hindi movie on Saturday. However, a crisis came up regarding her work and she was forced to make a short trip to Chennai. The plane tickets were booked by her company and she reassured me that the plane would reach 2 hours before the movie. She said that she'd easily make it on time. Saturday came and I went to the mall where I was to meet her. There were people, scores of them, thronging the brightly lit air-conditioned mall around me. A familiar face in a Lifestyle store caught my eye. "Anushka!", I shouted, raising my hand. She instantly noticed me and smiling, ran over to give me a hug. She wore a simple thin white T-shirt with pencil blue jeans. Dark blue. She looked absolutely stunning. "Come! Meet my parents!!", she said excitedly. I followed her, adjusting my collar and combing my hair back. Her parents were traditional but extremely friendly. Her father was a tall dominating fellow, about 6 foot 3. He smiled and politely shook my hand. Her mother wore a traditional saree and greated me with folded palms. We set off towards the movie hall, which was on the 5th and topmost floor. On the way up, Anushka turned to her mother and asked: "Ma, koi pani hai kya? (Mom, do we have any water)" Her mother briefly opened her handbags and, after searching for 10 seconds or so replied with a no. "Aah. I'm so thirsty yaar!", Anushka moaned comically. We entered the cinema hall and as her parents took their seats, Anushka and I went to collect some snacks. I picked up a small coffee and was surprised when I saw Anushka. She had a 1L cup of pepsi in one hand and a large tub of popcorn in the other. I looked at her astonished. "Wha..aat", she said, between mouthfulls of popcorn, "I'm really hungry!" I laughed and we entered the movie hall. We took the seats next to her parents and sat down just as the movie started. Throughout the movie Anushka could be heard loudly slurping from her Pepsi cup through that giant straw. The movie proceeded and it was not bad, but not good either. There was a good guy and a bad guy. A fair deal of dancing and a lot of romance. Most noticibly however, there was a scene in which the heroine (Parineeti Chopra) wets herself after being left locked in a room. :P Apart from that it was shitty as ever. (Check it out, the movie name is Hasee Toh Phasee ) As the intermission sign scrolled across the scene and the lights turned on, I followed Anushka's parents and Anushka outside, presumably to the restroom. As we exited, her parents were walking in the direction of the bathrooms but Anushka was walking in the opposite direction. I walked up to her and asked, "Baby, where are you going?", she turned around. "To the counter. My drinks empty yaar!!", she said, shaking her empty pepsi cup sadly. I laughed and went to the washroom. Strange as it may seem, I still had no idea what a sighting I was in for. I returned to a filling cinema hall, Anushka's parents, and a gleeful Anushka: holding another giant cup of pepsi and another large tub of popcorn. I rolled my eyes laughingly and watched the second half of the movie. Nothing great happened. It droned on and on and out on a dancing number. I stood up, as we all walked towards the exit. We were all heading downstairs towards the car when Anushka shouted, "Papa, Mujhe ke liye rukho na? Mai bathroom ko jaaungi." (can you wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom and come) Her dad looked somewhat irritated by this. He scolded her for a few seconds after which she refused to go. Out of stubborness she refused to go even once her dad stopped and apologized. Somewhat angrily she walked past us down the stairs and towards the parking lot. Her dad shrugged at me hopelessly. We entered the car, and after a noisy gruelling 10 minutes ... we made it out of the parking lot and onto the main road. At this time of night there were barely any vehicles and her dad sped down the road. It was now that I noticed the first signs of Anushka's predicament. Her legs were crossed and she was continuously shuffling. But more interestingly, she was sweating noticeably. Sure enough, within half an hour, as she rocked over repeatedly and moaned, she turned to me and said, "Hey, can I come back to your place??". I instantly agreed. Thus, at the next fork in the road, a trembling Anushka turned to her dad and stiffly spoke, "Papa. Bus, yahaan mujhko chor do." (Stop, leave me here). Her dad willingly pulled over, waved us goodbye and apologized one last time for his behaviour. Anushka ignored him and walked off. I ran up behind her one the car had taken off and tapped her on her back, "Hey, everything okay?" "Yeah babe", she quickly replied, not sounding okay in the slightest. "What's wrong, need to go to the bathroom??", I added jokingly, prodding her. She looked up at me defensively, from her long thin body in the clinging white T-shirt. She quickly averted her eyes, looked down and whispered "Haan..." (yes) Despite knowing this, I was caught off guard. It was at least half an hour from here by auto. I wasn't sure she would make it if it was indeed as bad as it seemed. I turned to her and lowering my voice, spoke softly, "Baby, um...how bad do you need to go... It's quite a long distance from here to my place.....If you're not able to...." She shook her head softly. It was only now that I got a proper glimpse of her face. Her eyes appeared to be brimming with tears. Her lips were inextricably pursed tightly. As she noticed me looking at her she lowered her head once again and shook her head as she whispered.. "I can....I can... It's okay..." Pausing for a sharp breath, "It's okay.." I looked at her and for once, felt more pitiful than aroused. Maybe it was just the level of attraction that I felt for her but I genuinely felt bad for her. I wanted to help her. I stretched out my hand, put it gently on her heaving shoulder and whispered, "Anushka, baby, don't do this to yourself. I'm not blind. I can see that you're in pain..... and I don't think you'll make it. There's a bunch of bushes over there under the flyover, if you want I can stand guard while....." Her back heaved in a gasping sob. She bent over a little and held her stomach with one hand. "I don't ... I don't just have to pee. I can't ... I can't..", she sobbed, " sh..shit under the flyover...just take me home quickly please..." I instantly understood what was going on. I flagged the first auto I saw and it set off towards the house. Anushka sat silently next to me, holding her stomach and looking out the window as she occasionally rocked back and forth. I took advantage of the situation and began inquiring about her predicament. She shrugged me off at first but after an awkward silence of 2 minutes, she responded to my question. "Well, I took a piss in the plane before it landed...." I cut her off, " That's not what I'm talking about...." She paused for a moment or so, took a breath and composedly replied, "Before I left for Chennai, so ... Wednesday?" "And you haven't gone since," I replied aghast. "No.", she gave a smirk. "It's no big deal, I've held it longer.", "Really", I smirked, " I'd like to see you hold it another hour." Her joking expression melted away quickly. She angrily replied, "This isn't normal baby, it's all that Pepsi.....and that popcorn....Aaaahh" A fart crackled through the air and we fell into silence. It was so loud that the auto driver turned around for a second and checked. I was almost about to laugh when I saw Anushka's face. She was spasmodically trying to purse her lips but her cheeks were trembling with suppressed tears. I quickly erased the smile from my face and put a hand on her back. She looked up at me, her kajol smudged with tears as she quietly whimpered, "I'm not going to make it. Stop the auto...Stop the auto...." I put a hand over her back and silenced her, telling her she could and that it was okay. I began to smell a bad smell, akin to that of a garbage dump. She bent over once again and I continued rubbing her back. My rising dick pressed against my trousers, begging for relief. I firmly rubbed it, pressing down on it with all my might, pushing waves of pleasure through my denim jeans. Anushka was sitting right here next to me, messing herself. As the auto neared my house, I drew a 100 rupee note and flung it at the autodriver, as Anushka, my throbbing dick and I rushed out towards the house. As I stood at the gate, fumbling with my keys, Anushka doubled over again and the smell hit me. In the cold night air, it was very noticeable. I couldn't resist a squeeze. Turning slightly away from Anushka I squeezed my bulging package slightly. As I turned back however, I noticed her making full eye contact with me. She was very annoyed but said, "Can't you wait till you're inside to start jacking off!?? I'm fucking messing myself!!" Anushka knew all about my fetishes. I had rubbed myself off in front of her once or twice as she peed. It had never, though, been anything like this, a situation of genuine desperation. She also would masterbate in front of me occasionally, mostly though, as I squatted taking my morning shit, but that's another story :P Startled by Anushka's urgency I wrenched open the door lock and rushed inside, slamming the door behind me and sliding out of my jeans. I grabbed my damp throbbing tool and squeezed it, rubbing it up and down frantically. Anushka jumped into the house and made a beeline to the bathroom. She flung open the door to my indian-style washroom and ran in. Anushka made a run for thee small white porcelain hole in the ground. I rushed in behind her. I stood on the expanse of floor opposite the toilet. I was less than 3 feet away from a desperate Anushka, struggling frantically to remove her tight jeans. With a pop the button came rolling out onto the floor. Both of us were too close to relief to care. I rubbed myself faster and harder as Anushka deftly yanked her jeans and her pink cotton panties down to just above her knee. As the jeans came racing down I swear I saw a rivuet of piss and a fist-sized brown mass shooting towards the toilet bowl. She squatted within a millisecond of pulling down her jeans. She squatted with her light brown ass over the hole in the basin, away from me. Her moist swollen pussy lips, decorated with a landing-strip hair cut were in full view as they shot a pressurized river of yellow piss into the basin loudly. From the gap between her pussy and the bottom of the bowl I could see lump after lump of her shit being dropped around the tiny hole. The splashing sound of her piss filled my ears. The smell of fresh shit mingled with damp pussies and ammonia filled my nose. I was about to come. I inadvertently looked at the stretched cotton panties pulled to their limit between her thighs. In the center there was a dark patch, presumably from some leakage. On the back however, my suspicions were confirmed. Her spotted pink panties had a small mass of shit, about half the size of a finger, lodged onto them. It dangled between her thighs as she sighed and shat her aching bowels into the basin. With that I came, shooting my load all over the bathroom floor. As my fervent jerking subsided, so did Anushka's stream. She opened her eyes, and looked at me with a sheepish half smile. This joy instantly faded away as she saw the finger smudge in her panties. "FUCCKK!!, Mata Chod!" (motherfucker!!)
  10. I had gone with my girlfriend Aankita and her sister Tanya to Madurai on a vacation type thing. In case you don't know, Madurai is a really really cheap and kind of undeveloped city. So yeah: then one day for dinner, as we were getting tired of the food being prepared by the cook in the house, we decided to go out in search of a place to eat. Aankita donned a kurti, and Tanya a long knee-length floral white skirt, ( can still remember too clearly :P) By the time we left it was around 8:30 and by the time we found a stall, a very run-down yet still plying stall, it was almost 9. We ordered 3 Chicken Kuththu Paratha and some buttermilk. The entire thing came up to only 60 rupees! Having finished we returned back, and somewhere along the halfway mark back to the house, it hit us (me at least). It started as a slight pain in the lower abdomen, sort of like a cramp, but coupled with nausea and really strong ures for the bathroom. Aankita was still acting relatively normal but Tanya was visibly affected, trying to walk as quickly as possible, all the mean while keeping her sphincter clenched tightly and her ass clenched. When we finally reached the room, Aankita, showing visible signs of desperation, ignored our pleas, and ran into the indian style commode and shut the door. As by this point of time it was around 10, 10:30, there was nobody awake nearby for us to ask for a toilet. So, for almost 20 minutes Tanya and I paced around the room, we didn't really make eye contact or talk; both really embarrassed as neither of us knew the other that well. We tried a countless number of times to get Aankita out of the bathroom but to no avail, the tatti splatter in the toilet bowl, and the sound of her vomiting,was all that we got back. Eventually, we both (Tanya and I), had accidents. As I was wearing light blue jeans, nothing was that visible, (although it was still pretty noticeable as she noticed and actually told me not to worry). Tanya on the other end, as she was wearing a skirt, suffered the brunt. When she lost it, I could hear, smell, and see her facial expressions slowly change to those of shock, as a thin brown line of liquid ran down one leg. We both hobbled around awkwardly and when the toilet finally opened I dashed in, anxious for my girlfriend not to see me like this. The bathroom was disgusting and stank. Tanya was banging on the door pretty much the majority of the time I was in there. In conclusion, though it was really unpleasant and humiliating at the time, the sightings remain greatly appreciable ! :)
  11. One of my best experiences happened a couple of years back in a small forest near the outskirts of the city. I went there with a girl who I'd been sleeping with for about a month called Sanjana. She had been at my place for the last 2 days and early one morning, we got up, got into my car, and went off to the lake. From the place where we had to leave the car it was at least a 30 minute walk. When we finally reached, it was beautiful. I had brought breakfast and coffee and we sat and had it. After an hour of sitting and talking we decided to walk around a bit more, to explore the area. Within half an hour however, Sanjana was getting really fidgety and uncomfortable. I asked her what was wrong and she denied anything, reajusting her kurti. As we walked on though, I noticed her walking faster and tensed, and jiggling about when we were standing still. I knew by this point that Sanjana needed a toilet. I asked her if she was okay and she continued to insist she was fine. About 5 minutes later though she turned to me and asked me if I knew where there was a toilet nearby. I shook my head but said that there must be one in the direction of some large apartment buildings in the distance. Enticed by the thought of relief, she blindly followed me for 15 more minutes as we got more and more lost as Sanjana continued to fidget and bob. As she was walking a lot faster than me, she was in front of me. All of a sudden Sanjana keeled over, a hand between her thigh as she bent forward in pain. Beneath her salwa which ended just below her ass (upper thigh) i saw a thin line of darkness trickling down her bright green tights, leaving a visible streak as it fell. Within a matter of seconds she quickly stood up and tried to regain her composure but couldn't, even with a dampening hand between her thighs. Sanjana turned to me, tears in the corners of her eyes as she danced frantically in front of me, desperately clutching a patch of her kurti between her legs. "Abhi Mujhe toilet chaiye!! Abhi!!" I went up to her and patted her on the back, telling her we'd reach one soon. She shook her head vehemently and repeated "Abhi!!" Suddenly her body tensed and she attempted to dart to a bush. I held her hand and told her that the forest is large and we could easily get seperated, and so she should stay with me. For some reason, this idea made a lot of sense to Sanjana and she stayed where she was, albeit bouncing frantically while tearfully shouting and gesturing with her hand, "TURN AROUND!!" I did what I was told and within a second of my back facing her a loud concentrated splashing noise of her pent-up urine on the dust caked ground reached my ears. I turned ever so slightly, peeping over my shoulder and I saw her, back facing me as she squatted, ass fully bared. She was holding her kurti up off the ground to keep it from getting piss on it. Her salwa was crumpled between her knees, showing off an all too moist pale yellow pair of panties. Her dark brown ass was fully on display, from the crack on her lower back to the hairy tuft dripping between her legs as it shot a river of piss out of her. As she seemed to be standing up I quickly looked back and began to walk away. She never mentioned the incident again.
  12. just last week I witnessed some intense (kinda) poop desperation. A couple friends came and stayed the night at my house. With them was a junior of mine called Deeksha. She wasn't exactly cute but was dark and short and quite decently built, with curves in the right places. Anyway, they all drank quite a bit and Deeksha and one other girl ended up staying the night. The next morning the other girl had college so left around 8. As neither Deeksha nor I had classes to attend, we slept in quite late. Around 12 or 1 I woke up, and, realizing I had to attend a bank appointment by 2, I woke her up frantically. Within 5 minutes of waking her up, as she was still groggy and sleepy, I gave her a slice of bread and an ommelette and we left the house. By the time we reached the bus stand she was more awake, though still yawning and rubbing her eyes. While waiting for the bus she suggested we get some chai from the pan wala. I consented and bought 2 of those small 4 rupee glasses. We finished and as a bus still hadn't come, we had another. Finally a bus came and we both got in it and took our seats next to each other. 20 minutes later, and we had barely travelled 3 kilometres. The traffic was awful. Deeksha sat next to me, hands crossed over her stomach, was systematically exhaling forcefully and bending over, then painfully sitting back up. I watched her discomfort for about a minute before I could get the courage to ask her what's wrong. She told me straight up, her fists clenched by her side, that she needed to take a dump really bad. She said she usually takes one as soon as she wakes up and now was feeling really uncomfortable. I apologized and sat back, continuing to watch her struggle. After 10 minutes her plight seemed a bit worse. Every now and then, shed sneakily hold the base of the seats beneath her and pull down on hem as hard as she could, pressing her exploding ass into the seat. She very soon told me that she was gonna get off at the next stop; she directly told me there was a dhaba there. I told her I'd come along and she didn't say anything. She stood up and began walking towards the bus door. As she was halfway there however, she quickly slowed down and crossed her legs tightly, standing fixed awkwardly in the middle of the bus. I standing behind her, got whiff of a bad smell. I tapped her and told her to move forward. Embaressed, she waddled out of the bus, down the stsirs (one at a time) and into the dhaba loo ( which was luckily right next to the men's. Shared wall) As is the case with the majority of such washrooms, there is a gap between the wall in the top. I rushed ahead of her into the men's washroom so I could hear what would happen. Sure enough, there was a frantic slamming and fumbling latching of the lock while trying to pull down her jeans with the other hand. I could hear the clicking of her shoes around the floor and the clinking of her belt as she tried not to shit herself. Suddenly there was an extremely loud splattering sound followed by another and another and then by a sigh of relief. The smell hit me quickly and I rushed out of there, and waited for Deeksha by the door.
  13. Female

    Hi everyone! As those of you who have read my stories before would know, Shruthi was my girlfriend for a long time. We broke up a while back on a mutual basis. Rather than letting them fade away to the recesses of my mind, I have decided to write down a couple of the best experiences, Omorashi related, that I witnessed or was told about by her while we were dating. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ THE FIRST TIME (discovering the fetish, happened in 9th grade) So basically I had gone to a friend's house one day to make out with my girlfriend as neither of us could go to each other's houses. The friend's house was available as his parents were out. Anyway, we went to his house and had a couple of beers ( we all drank back then) and Shruthi and I went off into a room and started fooling around. About half an hour later the bell rang. A panicked friend shooed us into the main hall bathroom (the only one not in his parent's room) to hide. Unfortunately, it was his parents. They were good friends with Shruthi's parents and would most definitely have told her parents had they seen her coming out of the bathroom with a strange boy. About 20 minutes in and some whispered conversation later she justified her continuous squirming and frantic listening to the door, citing her desperation. I felt a weird kind of stirring inside me, deep in my stomach. I had no idea that I was turned on, I just encouraged her to hold it and hugged her and we kept talking. I'm not really sure of how long it was but quite some time later, she awkwardly whispered to me that she wouldn't be able to hold it and that she was going to go. She made me turn around in the cramped bathroom and face the wall. She lifted her kurti and began to untie her salwa. I'm still unsure of why I did it, but it seemed logical at the time. I didn't want her to use the commode. I asked her to just hang on and wait. Probably embarrassed she paced around the room for another 10 minutes, silently. She turned to me and told me that she needed to go and that she was going. She made me turn around as she began to hastily pull down her salwa and squat over the commode. The splatter of release pulled my trigger, literally. It was the first time ( as it still is to this day). I suddenly convulsed, hearing the forceful splashing behind me, and gasped in indescribable pleasure as I uncontrollably shot my load into the tight denim fabric of my jeans.
  14. Hey everyone. This experience took place quite a long time back, yet I'm posting it here as a couple of people have asked for it and I have received a few messages inquiring as well. So without further ado, here it is ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ This story happened about a year or so back. I had been dating Shruthi for about 7 months at the time but following a couple of disagreements, we had chosen to take a break of sorts. We ended up getting back together within a month, but that didn't stop me from making the most out of my time as a free man. Mangalore is a coastal city, not too far from Bangalore, a thriving and happening hub. It's referred to as the Pub City of India owing to it's reputation for partying and alcohol. Following my separation with Shruthi, I called up my friend Ambarish and we planned a weekend trip to Bangalore. The following weekend, we caught a train and went to Bangalore, reaching in just under 6 hours. We were unable to find a hotel in the heart of the city so I booked a room for a night in a hotel on the outskirts. Ambarish, being short on money, opted to stay the night with a relative in Basavangudi, a part of the old city. I went to my hotel,and he went to his house, we got ready, and met up at 9:00 in the evening on Brigade Road; well known for clubbing and cheap alcohol. We started off by having a couple drinks at a bar called Wyt (pronounced white) that a friend recommended. If any of you are going to Bangalore by any chance this place is a MUST. 100 rupees will get you four 60mL shots of any alcohol. By the way, 100 rupees is 1.2 dollars approximately or 1 pound !!! So, back to the story. We got pretty wasted and then moved on to the clubs further down the street. We attempted, unsuccessfully, to enter a couple of clubs that required us to pay an 'entry fee'. Finally we found a place called Fusion near the middle of the road, and, noticing the absence of a bouncer, made our way inside. The music was loud, the air was thick with the stench of smoke, the darkness was impenetrable except by the random flashes of stroboscopic light. We drank a bit more, partook of some mind altering substances in the dimly lit bathroom (not encouraging), and made our way onto the dance floor. After dancing for a couple of moments, I noticed a girl repeatedly looking my way. Whenever the lights flashed I would glance in her direction and would see her glancing in mine. I smiled at her and she smile back. Fueled by the potent cocktail of alcohol, Ecstasy, and a raging sex drive, I moon-walked (still a thing in India :P) over to her. We danced together for a while. Eventually, encouraged no doubt by the dim lights and the loud music, we began to come closer and closer, till we were practically grinding on each others sweaty bodies. She raised one arm up towards the ceiling and wrapped it around my neck, pulling me in towards her. After a couple of minutes of this, I gestured her to some to the bar with me. She obliged. At the bar, I noticed Ambarish had found himself a girl as well. He was sitting on a bar stool and nodding his head in a clueless fashion, no doubt pretending to hear the words from her mouth that were drowned in the turbulently loud sea of Bollywood music. Through many awkward gestures, I convinced him and the girls to come outside. Once we stepped outside, Ambarish suggested that we hit another bar. In my messed-up state of mind, this really seemed like the best thing to do. It was now around 1:30 and we headed to a bar called Harry's, near Fusion. The ambience in that bar was far more relaxed. Soft music was playing and we sat down with the girls and ordered a pitcher of beer. We started talking to each other and introduced ourselves. Her name was Shweta and she was working in an IT company nearby. she didn't look exceptionally good but was cute. I don't believe this picture is of her, as she was not that tall and was a bit darker, but it has a striking resemblance. I haven't bothered changing her name as there are literally thousands of people called Shweta in Bangalore. :P Strangely, probably owing to my intoxicated state of mind, I failed to finds out the name of the girl that Ambarish was with. After another 2 pitchers and a round of overpriced shots for the road, we set out to head back to our places. As Basavanagudi is on the way to Hennur, where my hotel was situated, we decided we'd share a ride. Stumbling out onto the main road, we drunkenly flagged down a passing auto rikshaw, which, to non-asians looks like: albeit a lot less clean and well maintained . We crammed into the auto, which was only equipped to hold 3 people, and set off. I sat next to Shweta and Ambarish's girl sat on his lap making out with him. Eventually, bored, turned on, and drunk, Shweta and I resorted to the same. 20 minutes passed and we were still just leaving the Central district in which Brigade road was located. I began to notice a stiffness in Shweta, physically. She seemed tensed, uptight. I asked her if all was okay but she just nodded, flicked her hair back, and smiled, then leaned back in towards me. After another 10 minutes, the suspension-deprived auto hit a deep pothole and Shweta squeaked, pulling away from me. In my inebriated condition, I thought nothing of it, and leaned back in and continued kissing. 20 minutes later and we were no longer making out. I sat on one side, staring out of the auto, and Shweta sat next to me, her skinny jean clad legs folded, looking determinedly ahead. She leaned over to the girl on Ambarish's lap, who was still ardently and passionately making out with him and who had one of his hands down her unbuttoned pants and whispered something. The girl on the lap moaned as Ambarish's arm muscles contracted, fondling her with greater intensity, and giggled; saying loudly: " Chill Maadi, sub teek ho jayega. Mujhe Bhee toilet chaiye", then giggled again and went back to Ambarish. {Don't worry , I also need the toilet - in a REALLY colloquial slanged mix of hindhi english and kannada} Shweta sat back on the seat, embarrassed that I now knew her predicament. I reached out and put a hand on her thigh and she smiled. Within another 10 minutes we pulled up outside of Ambarish's place. Ambarish stumbled out of the auto, the girl followed suite, both still passionately intertwined, threw a 500 rupee note in the auto and bid us off. As the auto began to take off, Shweta, panicking, leaned out of the auto and said in a quiet shout, " Main aapke sath aatha sakthee? Mujhe bahut zaroor toilet chaiy.." {Can I come with you inside? I really badly need the toile...} But it was to no avail, for they had already left as had the auto, leaving Shweta embarrassed yet again. I patted her on the back, thinking it wiser than saying anything, and we continued on our drive. Within the next 10 minutes, an icy silence permeated the auto. While Shweta wasn't mad, it was all too clear how uncomfortable she was. She perched her denim ass on the edge of the auto seat and rocked back and forth, albeit very little, still trying her hardest to hide her desperation from me. Her legs were folded tightly and she looked out at the serene city outside, juxtaposing the crisis in her bladder. 15 minutes later and she turned to me and asked me if there were any toilets nearby. I apologized and said that I was not from the city. She tried to ask the auto driver but didn't know sufficient kannada and failed to make him understand. We were now on the city outskirts, a sort of forest between the main city and the suburbs, when suddenly, a small hut with pale blue painting ( a tell tale sign for a public toilet) caught Shweta's eye. "Rukho, rukho. bus uncle bus", she shouted. { stop -basically } Before the auto had even come to a complete halt she leapt from it and darted towards the stalls. She held the handle to the ladies room and pulled. It was locked. (really not a big surprise. Most toilets in India are locked after dark) Further showing her desperation she went to the men's bathroom and pulled the door. It swung open. She dashed inside only to return rather crestfallen a minute later. She sat in the auto and said "Bhai jaldi chalo" {Go quickly - to the auto driver} As the auto darted away down the empty streets, I couldn't resist asking her what happened. "Shweta..", she turned to face me "Kya Houa??" {What happened}, she looked down again embarrassed. "Voh bathroom mai..", she trailed off and sobbed {In that bathroom} "Voh bathroom mai sirf urinal tha..", she continued. {In that bathroom there were only urinals} I patted her back and kissed her neck, tasting the all too tangible sweat pouring off her skin. 5 minutes later, following a seemingly all too long bout of silent rocking on the seat and a deeper than normal pothole hit by the auto she screamed "Rukho, rokho!!!" {stop}. The auto slowed and she jumped out onto the road before it had even fully halted. "OY! Kya hua? Kahaan tu jaa rahe hai?" {where are you going? What happenned?} I said. "Mujhe.. Mujhe toilet chaiye", she sobbed, "Abhi!! Abhi!! Mujhe chaiye!!" {I need a toilet, now!} I looked at her, standing in front of the auto crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing up and down,and said: "Yahaan mai toilet nahi hai. Rukho, sirf dus minute rukho, aur hum mera ghar mai hoenge." {Wait for 10 minutes, we'll reach my house} She sobbed softly, trying to hide it, and said tearfully yet calmly; "Main rr...rrukh nahi saktha. Thoda...", she paused, hesitant, "Thoda aaya hai, adhika aaegaa hai..." {I can't wait. A little.. A little has come, more will come} ""Yahaan mai toilet nahi hai", I reiterated, although genuinely feeling sorry for her, "Baito" {There's no toilets here. Come, sit} She helplessly agreed and sat beside me in the auto. As I got back into the auto, my hand touched the surface of the leather seat she was sitting on. It was wet, be it with sweat or other bodily excretions, I still don't know. She got back into the auto and I held her hand tightly, she squeezed tighter. We carried on for 5 minutes. Shweta's rocking subsided and I thought all was fine. The majority of the pothole ridden stretch was over and we found ourselves on a massive 4 lane flyover. She turned to me and asked me how much longer. I lied and said about 5 minutes. The answer was painful, yet seemingly satisfactory to her. Unfortunately, 10 minutes later and we were still not at the hotel. Shweta was breathing in short anxious breaths, her legs crossing and uncrossing, only to be shaken around, about once every minute. She rocked back and forth on the seat, inhaling slowly and exhaling forcefully, channeling all of her energy to the fortification of her bladder. The tears had subsided and now she just looked adamant. With no prior warning, a large speed bump rolled underneath our fragile auto, sending us bouncing on our seats. Shweta's eyes widened and she shouted instantly; "Bus! bus! Rukho!! Aa rahe, abhi aa rahe", she gasped. {Stop, it's coming!!} A small hiss reached my ears as she continued to yell at the driver to stop whilst simultaneously fumbling around with the buttons on her rapidly filling jeans. By this I could tell that this time there was no turning back for her. It was happening. Finally, about 5 seconds later, when the auto stopped, she was having a pretty much full accident. She jumped out, and tore down her already unbuttoned jeans and crouched right where she landed on the pavement. She was in a full squat, her patchy discolored blue panties suspended between her knees above her jeans as she squatted, ass mere inches above the ground, and released the torrential pent up stream of urine from her trembling lips. Her piss flew out in a straight steady and concentrated stream, splattering against the ground. Urine still dripped from the soaked jeans bunched around her ankles. The moment her panties were removed, the fragrant smell of sex and strong urine reached my nose. The frantic and violent HISS of her steamy piss hitting the tar drove me crazy. I reached out and shone the flashlight from my phone on the portion of the seat on which she had sat. There was literally small drops and one larger puddle on the water-proof leather seat. I placed my hand in it. It was still hot. Almost a minute later, Shweta finished relieving herself, and reluctantly shook her ass twice, to rid any excessive liquid, crawled back into her wet jeans,and awkwardly sat back in the auto. We didn't speak at all till we reached the hotel. I paid the auto, checked into the room, and went upstairs. I went to the bathroom took a much needed piss, and lay down on the bed while Shweta went into the bathroom. Owing to the incident, I wasn't expecting to get any action. Surprisingly however, 2 minutes later, Shweta emerged from the bathroom, wearing only her T-shirt and soaked panties. She jumped onto the bed, straddled me passionately, and began to kiss me while gently grinding the wet fabric of her underwear against my rapidly hardening crotch. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoyed it. PS: Don't know why I'm including this, just though it ought to be mentioned. After sex I actually asked Shweta as to whether or not she was into pee related activities at all. She vehemently denied it and claimed to be repulsed by such things. Do you think that was true and she was just really turned on? Or was her being turned on influenced even slightly by the events of the auto? Ladies, do you feel that even NOT having a pee fetish, the feeling of relief after a long hold is a turn on? Please leave comments, answers, and suggestions in the comments below.
  15. Hey Everyone :) So, this actually happened just a while back, and it was so perfect, I felt I had to share it, hope you enjoy. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The incident took place on a train journey from Cochin to Hyderabad. I was accompanied by my school friend Neha and my new girlfriend Sakshi (Shruthi and I broke have broke up recently, after gradually drifting apart). The journey was about 18 hours by train. In fact; when I asked Sakshi about booking the tickets, she seemed really hesitant to take the train. Upon asking she cited the uncleanliness of the bathrooms and the fact that she had never used a train bathroom in her life. I found the second statement quite hard to believe, so I jokingly asked her about it. She maintained her story and insisted that though she'd been on plenty of trains in her life, she had never once set foot in the bathroom. Anyway, eventually she agreed and the tickets were booked. The train was scheduled to leave at 6 in the morning.By 5, Sakshi and I were waiting on the platform, sipping some tea. We finished and I rose to get another. I turned to Sakshi and asked her but she shook her head with a smile and said, "The train..remember.." I nodded and fetched myself another tea. By 5:50 Neha entered the station, just before the train arrived. She greeted us and we all hopped inside the train, found our designated berths and settled in for the long ride. I couldn't help but notice an extremely uncomfortable look on Neha's face, throughout the first few hours of the train ride. In addition to this, Neha kept pulling Sakshi aside and whispering about something, before leaving the compartment. After the 4th time this happened, I waited for Neha to leave the compartment, then turned to Sakshi and asked what happened. "Oh, nothing really, she's just feeling a little under the weather..." "Really, that all?", I replied. Sakshi, whom I still haven't told about my fetishes, turned to me and whispered again, rather irritably, "She's eaten something bad; she was borrowing toilet paper." The unexpectedly detailed response threw me off guard for a moment. I nodded solemnly and apologized for asking, leaning back into my seat. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Neha returned, looking really awful. I told her she should get rest. She agreed and lay down on her cot and went to sleep, leaving me sitting with Sakshi. 4 hours went by as we talked listened to music, and even made out for a bit. Despite her initial aversion to drinking anything, I noticed that over the last few hours she had been drinking, quite a lot, probably as a result of the sweltering heat. After another hour, I began to notice her salwa clad ass squirming slightly as I rested my hands on it as we kissed. This was one of the best make out sessions of my LIFE, knowing just how desperate Sakshi must be and simultaneously, her reluctance to tell me or go to the bathroom. Despite these signs of desperation, Sakshi said nothing about it until the train suddenly halted. She, with me, lurched forward, but as soon as we were back to normal, a hand shot between her legs. Unintentionally, my eye followed her hand and by the time I noticed and turned to look away, she had noticed me. "Neha, how bad were the train toilets," Sakshi asked. Neha just looked up from her book and with a frown, gave a slow shake of the head. "Fuck..." I heard Sakshi mutter from under her breath. "Is everything okay?", I nervously asked her. "Yeah..... Well no, I... I really have to use the bathroom...", She said softly. "Oh..", I responded, and put an arm around her shoulder, "Don't worry, you can wait, I'm sure", I said, though I doubted that myself. Sure enough as time went by, her need only seemed to worsen. She would freeze up suddenly and hold her self and try to distract me by pointing elsewhere. I began to feel a strange familiar feeling in my stomach, I hoped that I was mistaken but alas, I was right: I had to take a shit. I tried to stay perfectly still, legs pressed tightly together, but the need didn't subside. I didn't tell Sakshi anything, as we continued to make out, until suddenly a wave hit me and I had to sit straight upright, Sakshi looked at me and asked me if I was okay, "Not really, I'm not actually er.. feeling too well.." I replied. "Oh, what's wrong? Do you have a headache?", Sakshi asked, now rocking back and forth. "Um no.. I'm actually like, 'Neha' not feeling well...", I trailed off, embarrassed; for some reason that seemed like the best way to put it at the time. "Oh...", said Sakshi, instantly getting it. We talked lightly for another half an hour, as both our needs got more severe. Suddenly, Sakshi asked me, "Do you umm... do you think you'll make it?" I was taken aback. I had only been dating Sakshi for a week, I was surprised that she was this open. "Yea, I think so....", I trailed off, "What about you...", I asked a now sweating Sakshi, grinding her crotch into the fabric of the seat. "Um.. I'm not actually so sure, it's really bad, I think.." Suddenly the train lurched and Sakshi gasped a bit too loud, causing Neha to spin and look at her, "I think I'll just go...", she continued, as she hastily got up, and waddled out of the cabin. Another wave of desperation hit me, nearly breaking through my defenses. Knowing I couldn't wait either, I got up and headed to the bathroom, only to be met in the aisle way by a visibly distraught Sakshi. "The toilets are out right now, they're being cleaned or something...", She mumbled. "No," I almost shouted. I was turned on no doubt by Sakshi's desperation, but even more anxious of my own need. I sidled behind her, back to the bathroom door, where I patiently waited behind her, observing her trembling ass, for the toilet. I noticed a slowly growing patch on the back of Sakshi's salwa. Suddenly a wave for which I was unprepared hit me, breaking through my defenses. "Sakshi", I gasped, "Can I please go first, its.....its...", I was interrupted by Sakshi's voice, "Sure it's fine....", she said, with an incredulously strained voice, then gasped suddenly, doubling over and squishing both her hands between her thighs. I noticed the patch grow slightly. "Hey, are you O..", I stopped as the toilet door opened and I bolted inside, slammed the door, and squatted. The toilet, like all other Indian train toilets, looked like: Within a minute, a banging on the toilet door reached my ears; on what seemed like the verge of tears, Sakshi said softly, "Please..... Please hurry, I can't...just can't", she broke down. "Just open the door, OPEN the door", she began to shout. My task about half completed, I just barely managed to clench my sphincter muscled tightly and stop the process. I wiped and stood up, only then did I notice the abnormally large and disgusting pile I had left in the squat basin. I frantically pressed the flush but to no avail. The only other source of water was the tap. I tried to fill the scoop in the corner of the bathroom with the trickling tap but it seemed as if it would take ages. "Sakshi I....I can't.....uh, I can't flush the toilet," I said red-faced and softly, "Can you hold on just a minute.." The gaps between the banging on the door grew longer and longer till suddenly I heard Sakshi's voice, "I...I lost it.....I.. I'm going....right now....c..can't stop..." Sakshi whimpered. It was something to do with the way she said it; she wasn't panicked or worried or excited, the way that she said it was resigned and rather informative. I flung open the door, and stood, if only for a second, face to face, with a full-on wetting Sakshi. Her tightly crossed Indian clad legs were dripping slowly with liquid. The patch from her crotch had become a puddle. She dashed past me, into the stall, and slammed the door. Immediately, I could hear the frantic patter of pent up urine on the thin steel floor,as she tore off her pants. This loud splatter changed after a few seconds to the gentle yet immensely powerful hiss of her piss hitting the porcelain bowl. I looked down at the puddle in which I was standing. It was quite large, both my shoes were in it, and it had a faint yellow tinge. 30 seconds later, and Sakshi was still emptying herself with violent force. After another 30 seconds or so, the stream subsided and gradually halted. A minute later, Sakshi opened the door, smiled at me, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, and walked back to the berths. I went inside the stall to survey the damage. It was everywhere, literally everywhere, the entire floor of the small steel toilet stall was covered in small drops and pools of light yellow liquid. I looked at the toilet bowl and was surprised that there was nothing in the basin any more. I looked at the sink and saw the same scoop still sitting there, still slowly gathering liquid drop by drop. As a result I deduced that Sakshi hadn't flushed the toilet before or after she had used it, the jet of her piss had been strong enough to push what was left of my task into the drain. For some reason I was quite turned on by this fact. I continued to survey the stall and a flash of bright pink caught my eye, tucked behind the toilet pipe. I reached for it and gingerly, drew out a pair of soaked pink panties, Sakshi's panties, I recognized them from when we were making out before. They were still warm, almost hot, with urine. This added catalyst proved too much for me to handle. I frantically yanked down my jeans and, standing over the toilet basin, Sakshi's soaked smelling panties in one hand and my unbelievably hard dick in the other, and rubbed for just under a minute before shooting my load into the toilet basin. Gently gasping, I adjusted my pants, putting them back on, and inspected the panties. They were soaked almost everywhere, with the exception of a few areas near the waist band, and there was a small brown patch, not a full accident, but certainly enough to smell, in the back. Is that (partial loss of sphincter control while desperate to pee) a common occurrence with women, or would that mean that Sakshi was struggling with another need as well?? Please let me know in the comments and thanks you for reading this :P __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This story was actually written some time back but I had forgotten to put it on the site :P Within the next two days I will most likely be writing another story on one of the following experiences, please let me know, which you would like in the comments: - One experience, from quite some time back, in which me and my ex had drunk sex, while both quite desperate - A long distance drive I went on with my ex-girlfriend's sister once, and ensuing desperation before I picked up my ex - Wedding desperation, a couple of sightings and an intense bout of desperation by my sister on a wedding - Finally; if a bit of mess is what you wanted then I've got a story for you! One of the last incidents to happen with Shruthi before we broke up, also happened to be one of the hottest. This involves me,Shruthi, her roommates in the PG, an occupied toilet, and a balcony :P Please leave your answers in the comments below :) Thanks you
  16. Hi everyone. This will be my first attempt at writing fiction, so go easy on me . Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and any relationship to reality is purely coincidence. WARNING : Contains MESSING, albeit relatively tame ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Preethi, a college student in Mysore, was waiting expectantly for the bell to ring, as it blared,she got up, relieved. Preethi had just finished her second last class of the day, and she was exhausted. She stepped out of the class with her friend Lakshmi to head to the washroom to freshen up. Half way there however, the bell blared, and Preethi had to stop, dejectedly, and turn back to class. The outfit, as I may have mentioned before, for girls in Indian colleges is: Not having washed her face, Preethi's exhaustion got the better of her and she began to doze off, sleeping for the better half of the class. She woke up just under 5 minuted before the end of the lesson, and tried her best to look attentive despite the drooping of her eyelids. Finally, after a seeming eternity, the bell rang, and Preethi got up and went to talk to Lakshmi. They talked for about 10 minutes or so, then said goodbye and turned to leave. To their surprise, they saw their classmates flocking back into the class, followed by a stern English professor. Upon asking one of her classmates as to what was happening, Preethi got the answer that owing to this class's bad grades in English,the teacher had taken an extra hour of classes. Now, apart from feeling bored, Preethi began to feel a twinge in her abdomen, a slight contraction of the bladder muscles; nothing serious but rather uncomfortable nonetheless. About 30 minutes into the class however, the need intensified considerably. Legs tightly pressed together, Preethi tried to remember the last time that she had gone to the bathroom. She couldn't. After substantial effort, she remembered stopping by the toilets on her way to classes in the morning, a flask of water and two buttermilks ago. She squirmed silently in her seat and when the bell rang, she got up and went over to Lakshmi. Lakshmi was a year or so younger to Preethi, and was a fair bit chubbier, but still undeniably good looking. She wore a saree (another accepted form of clothing) and would look a lot like : Preethi approached Lakshmi, but before she could say anything to inform Lakshmi of her plight, Lakshmi said, "Sorry, but I've really got to visit the toilets, I've been waiting since lunch", she said with a nervous giggle softly. Preethi just nodded her head and tagged along behind the almost jogging Lakshmi in front of her. They walked to the other side of the large block and climbed up to the top floor where the toilets were, only to see that the Ladies toilet was locked firmly with a large iron bolt. Lakshmi almost doubled over, but regained her composure quickly. Looking around, she saw the men's bathroom door, wide open, just next to the locked Ladies stall. "Wait here," Lakshmi said, and, feet shuffling in her place, gave her handbag to Preethi, and dashed inside of the Men's toilet. Preethi was sorely tempted to do the same, the pain in her abdomen growing ever more prominent. About 20 seconds later, she was about to go in, when Lakshmi came out, a look of relief lighting up her face. "My God, it stinks in there, and don't even get me started on the cleanliness, ugh!!", said Lakshmi. Preethi was in two minds as to whether or not to tell Lakshmi that she too had to relieve herself. It would be embarrassing, but, would alleviate her bladder's aching. She turned to Lakshmi and said, "Hey..", but trailed off abruptly, as she saw Krishna, the hottest guy in her class, stroll into the men's washroom. "What", Lakshmi asked, turning around. "Oh, nothing.", said Preethi, already starting to walk away. She exited with Lakshmi, strolling out of the block and towards the bus stop to catch the ride home. After 15 minutes of walking, they arrived at the bus station. As they were walking in, Lakshmi's bus was slowly leaving the station. Lakshmi shouted a goodbye to Preethi, and chased the slowly accelerating bus, hopping in gracefully. Preethi was relieved and almost sprinted off to find a bathroom. She tapped the woman standing next to her and whispered, "Alli ṭāyleṭ āgide ( Where is a toilet)?" The lady grinned knowingly, and gestured to a large white wall that seemed to cordon off a certain area,with a small gap in the side allowing one to get through. Preethi, nodded her head gratefully, and dashed off to the wall, ducking through the small gap and came face to face with this: Preethi's bladder shouted for relief, but this was too much she thought to herself, telling herself that she'd be able to wait till she made it back home. She stepped out of the enclosure just as a G6 (her bus), was departing. She sprinted after it without a second thought an jumped inside, bought a ticket, and stood, surrounded by a thronging sweaty horde of tired women. Jump to half an hour later, and Preethi's bladder was in agony. Shuffling her feet and constantly changing her position was necessary for Preethi to maintain control over her rebelling bladder. From time to time, when nobody was looking, she even bent over and pressed her fist into her crotch. She was only now realizing the gravity of her mistake, there was no way she could wait for another 10 minutes, much less half an hour! As she stood there, thinking about her situation, the bus lurched and went over a speed bump. Preethi swung forward and instantly felt a short but pressurized squirt of liquid dampen her dark green underwear. She gasped softly out loud, causing a few of the women nearby to turn and look at her. She snuck her hand down to her crotch, gently touching the hem of her Salwa to see if the damage was visible. While nothing was visible on her legs, there was a large damp patch directly in between Preethi's legs. The bus lurched again and Preethi felt the dampness grow. At this point there was only one thought in her mind, "I need to get off this bus NOW!!!" The bus pulled in at the next stop and Preethi leapt off, dashing madly towards anything that even vaguely resembled a washroom. She dashed inside the ladies section only to see a line of four stalls with padlocks bolting them shut, and one stall, with two women already fidgeting outside. The layout would look something like this: Attempting to maintain her composure, she walked over to the women and stood behind them in line. The woman in front of her wore a saree and looked as if she had come from the nearby village. Her clothing style, coupled with her jewelry and the color of her skin seemed to say as much, although she was quite young, 19 at the oldest. It was probably a result of her being from a village, that she didn't appear to be fidgeting or worried at all. The woman at the front of the line however, wore jeans, and looked a lot like: This lady was fidgeting a lot and looked extremely worried. Preethi tapped the lady in front of her and gesturing to the position in front of her,asked if she could cut in line. She was met with a curt nod and a head bob by the cute village girl who looked a lot like: . Preethi eagerly cut in the queue and stood behind the lady in front; putting all of her effort into not soaking her kurti. Preethi tapped the shoulder of the woman in front of her and gave a courteous smile. The lady in front said calmly, (despite the beads of sweat running down her cheek) "What's your name?", in English, albeit quite accentuated. "Preethi", she replied, struggling to control, "And you?" "Aa ... Aankita", she said, stammering midway. Preethi suddenly doubled over, folding in on her already tightly crossed legs, as another squirt of pee shot out from between her legs and streamed down her left leg, leaving a visible trail on the fabric as it went. Aankita obviously noticed this, as Preethi noticed Aankita looking at her legs before looking back quickly. Aankita quickly banged on the stall door and shouted, "Karisma, hurry up!! There's three of us out here and we all really have to.." Aankita's voice was cut off by a loud fart from inside the stall followed by a timid voice, "Sorry Aankita, but I think.....", a loud splat reached our ears," I think I'll be a while...". "We don't HAVE a while!!!", Aankita shouted, banging on the door. Suddenly she keeled over slightly, clutching her stomach. "Uh, Aankita; are you okay", Preethi asked, though she knew the answer. "Not really", said Aankita, her voice strained. "My roommate Karisma and I, we .... well we had some bad food in the PG for lunch. By the time we noticed, we saw that the restrooms had been closed for maintenance,a busted pipe or something...", Aankita moaned slightly and bent over,"...They told us it'd be done in forty minutes and so we thought we'd wait. By the time we realized we couldn't, it was late. We asked the heads of the PG where the nearest bathroom was and they directed us here, it's about a ten minute walk from our PG. I've made it till now but Karisma", she lowered her voice," She actually had kind of an accident on the way here. We stopped to ask a cop for directions and well..... it must have been having to stand still, but whatever it was, it didn't fare well for her." "Oh..", Preethi said, unsure of what else to do, "I'm sorry.....", her voice trailed off. "It's okay", Aankita continued in her strained voice, "What about you though, are you fine??" "N..Not entirely..", Preethi stuttered, "I just really have to pee though.." "Ah", said Aankita, looking at the trickle on Preethi's leg, "I can tell", she said with a half smile. Suddenly, with no prior warning, the smile dissipated and a worried look covered Aankita's face. She clutched her stomach tighter as another wave of desperation hit. Bent over, she slammed her fist into the cubicle door twice with such strength Preethi jumped back in alarm. "KARISMA!!!", Aankita shouted,"Open the door right now! Just take a pause, and hold it for half a minute, it's an emergency out here! I ca..can't.....", a loud wet fart crackled and Aankita's hand shot to her but, patting it, as if searching for signs of damage. "Karisma please", she lowered her voice,"Come out right now, it..it's coming.." Preethi, despite her shuffling legs and her hand, which had been buried deep in her crotch for the last 5 minutes, couldn't hold off the tide forever. She fought her bladder for control but couldn't win completely. Another small spurt of piss escaped from between her dark pressed legs, soaking the fabric of her dark green panties. A soft sob cut through the air as Preethi nearly began to cry. She had never wet herself before, to the best of her recollection, and she most certainly didn't intend to start now. She pulled her hand out from between her thighs for just a second, and inspected her palm. It was wet, very wet. Droplets of urine trickled off of it onto the tiled floor below. Aankita banged on the bathroom door once more, hand now tightly clasping her ass, and shouted, "Hurry up!! What's taking you so long??!!" A timid and embarrassed voice came from Karisma inside the stall, " Well, i..it's kind of a m..mess in here", her voice quivered. Aankita was not to be swayed, she banged relentlessly on the door, tears forming in her eyes and shouted tearfully, "Please Karisma... Please!!!...." she yelled, on the verge of crying. At that moment the stall door opened and Karisma stepped out. The smell was incredulously strong, and even the lady from the village gave a gentle cough. In stark contrast to Aankita, Karisma was clothed very traditionally, and stepped out of the bathroom looking just like this: A split second before Karisma opened the door, another gush escaped from Preethi, much larger than any so far. She frantically managed to stem it's flow, if only for a moment, by bending over and placing both hands firmly between her legs, but it was to no avail. Another spurt came, and another spurt directly after that. Preethi was seconds away from full out wetting her Salwa Kameez. The moment the door opened, Aankita dashed inside, followed by a sobbing Preethi, leaving a trail of piss droplets behind her. Aankita's own need far too urgent to care about anything else, saw Preethi enter the one toilet stall and just glanced away, frantically unbuckling the belt on her skin tight jeans. Preethi took this as a sign that no objection was present from Aankita's side to sharing a stall. Preethi frantically lifted up her Salwa, and began to untie her Kameez, even as pressurized spurts of piss shot out from her tight brown lips, streaming steadily down her kurti legs. "Karisma really wasn't lying though", Preethi said gasping, trying to untie the knot, to Aankita, trying to take off her belt, "This stall is really a mess...". Preethi's eyes wandered furtively around the stall, and the toilet in particular: "I wonder how bad that food was....." Preethi mused out loud, just as Aankita got her belt off and began to frantically yank her pants down over the firm curvature of her shapely ass . A split second later, a deafening continuous splat filled the air as Aankita literally exploded, unable to control her sphincter any longer. A large amount missed the toilet bowl, but Aankita deftly re positioned herself to a neat squat above the hole in the ground. Within two seconds of Aankita removing her belt, Preethi managed to untie her kurti. As there was just enough room on the toilet for one of them, Preethi, without a second thought, yanked down her wet kurti along with her saturated panties, and, exposing her damp privates to the chilly winter air, squatted right where she was, right opposite Aankita, and stopped fighting her bladder. The moment that Preethi's panties were at her thighs, the dam broke. No more spurts and leaks, this was a full out flood. Preethi squatted on the floor embarrassed, unable to do anything as she drowned the floor in her piss, even getting some on Aankita's shoes. Aankita's face was also red and hung as she looked down at the ground in front of her and continued to violently evacuate her bowels. The door shook and both heard Karisma shout: "Hurry up, please... I told you I wasn't done, I really can't wait, GET OUT NOW!!" Aankita shouted, "Wait one minute", and all was quiet except for the hiss of urine on tiles and Aankita's splatter on porcelain. 10 seconds later, and both were still performing their duties. Preethi's eyes moved slightly upwards, to the soiled panties stretched between Aankita's knees, pure white with a noticeably large brown smudge. Preethi felt a warmness growing in her extremities, and it wasn't just the pee. Within a minute, Preethi had finished peeing and Aankita was almost done <or so she said>. Preethi stood up, and pulled her wet and clammy panties up, tightly over her crotch. Not wanting to expose the squatting Aankita to a stranger, lest they be waiting outside the door, Preethi turned her back and waited for Aankita to finish. Within a minute, the tell tale sound of water hitting porcelain informed Preethi that Aankita's need had been satisfied. Aankita stood up, and removed her jeans entirely, taking off her soiled panties and leaving them in an undignified heap in the corner of the stall. She then put her jeans back on and tapped Preethi on the shoulder and gently whispered, "You can turn around now.." Preethi hesitantly turned around, but upon seeing Aankita fully clothed, she relaxed. Aankita moved in close to Preethi and seductively whispered into her ear, "I saw you watching me, give me a call sometime and I'll give you something worth watching...." Aankita's hand made its way up the inside of Preethi's inner thigh and grasped her pussy, squeezing it gently, as Preethi let out a sharp moan. Having never been exposed to such sexual excitement before, Preethi was on the verge of coming, every cell in her body was begging for it, every particle craving for release as she grasped Aankita's denim-clad ass. Aankita squeezed more, harder and harder; Preethi's eyes rolled back in her head in anticipation of climax, when a loud banging on the door interrupted them. "OY!! It's Karisma, open the door now, da!! I really can't wait anymore!!". Aankita pulled back, looked Preethi in the eyes playfully, tapped her crotch once and opened the stall door, and was almost knocked down by a charging Karisma barging in, the hem of he saree being dampened by the residual piss on the floor. Aankita and Preethi were awkwardly pushed out of the stall as the door was hastily slammed and latched behind them. Aankita handed a torn sheet of paper with her phone number to Preethi and whispered, "Call me..." Karisma's splatter echoed in the hollow bathroom and both giggled slightly before going their separate ways. Preethi arrived home within an hour, and, after an unbelievably embarrassing conversation with her mother as to why her pants were wet and she was late, she made her way to her room. She entered the room, slammed the door behind her, and already taking off her Salwa, rushed towards the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, naked. She spread her legs, once more exposing the dampness between her thighs to the chilly winter air, but this time, she had her fingers to warm it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks a lot everyone! Hope you enjoyed the story. To all the fans of Indian desperation out there, if you want a sequel or new stories, don't hesitate to ask, message me. Also, if you actually had the patience to read through the whole thing, here's a hot Indian desperation video http://95.211.228.117/watch/231036419_167311108 Have a good time!! Please comment
  17. Hi once again everyone. Just wanted to bring this scene from Bollywood to the attention of the community, especially the Indian enthusiasts. Its called Zanjeer, and was released in 2013 ( not Amitabh Bachchan's one from 1971) In it, there's a scene in the relative beginning of the film, of Priyanka Chopra, having drank copious amounts of alcohol at a wedding, desperate to pee in the taxi ride home. (Sorry, this thing cut half way through typing :P) Anyway, please check it out: And I can't stress enough how deeply appreciated it would be if other Indian community members posted here with other desperation scenes ( omorashi or laxative) from Bollywood. Thanks everyone
  18. I don't know how many of you are aware of this but anyways, here is the link to what I think is the only Indian female pee desperation website. http://asianfetish.c4slive.com/video_gallery.php?search=indian,# I only have one of their videos and I must say it is pretty good. They know what they are doing! Although their production rate is really low and they come out with a video in a gap of months. Check it out guys!
  19. Hi everyone, today I'll be recounting an experience that happened just under a month back, with me and my girlfriend, Shruthi. To the people that opted for the club story, don't worry, it'll be up within a week max :P Anyway, this incident happened while travelling from Madurai to Mangalore. I, along with my cousin and my girlfriend, had booked a bus to Madurai. My girlfriend, Shruthi, was joining me for a trip to Mangalore, her hometown. My cousin, Priya, joined us for the bus ride in order to meet her boyfriend who also lived in Mangalore. For those who are reading these posts for the first time, Shruthi, my girlfriend looks quite a bit like this, skinny but with an attractively large butt. MY cousin Priya on the other hand, is a cute girl, very religious and decent, 6 years older than me; and with her dark features, looks a lot like this south Indian model: The bus that we were scheduled to catch, was supposed to arrive around 9:00 in the evening. I went with Shruthi and Priya and we were all at the bus stop by 8:30. After waiting for over an hour with absolutely no sign of the bus, Shruthi suggested we have dinner. We scoured the vicinity, but couldn't find anything other than a dilapidated biriyani shop, almost exactly like the one below, Against our common sense, we walked into the restaurant and ate, each having a plate of biriyani and a coke. Within half an hour, we heard a bus pulling up and sprinted out of the restaurant, quickly paying the bill and boarding the bus. Referring to our tickets,we found our berths, loaded in our luggage and settled in. As there were three of us, Shruthi and opted to share a double berth in the back, the interior of which looked like: Priya was given a single berth on the other side of the bus. The central aisle looked like: Anyway, we settled into our berths, lay down, shut the curtains and relaxed. As I was with Shruthi, I had no idea what my cousin was up to, and, as such, I can only narrate what I witnessed. Shruthi cuddled up next to me and began to grind softly on my groin. I held her and gently kissed her neck. We continued to lightly make out for about another 10 - 15 minutes. Rolling over, she sat on top of my crotch and began to softly gyrate, her inner thighs massaging the growing phallus between my legs. We continued this for another 20 or so minutes as things begun to get very hot and heavy. It was at this point unfortunately, that I began to feel strange. Mild nausea beset me, but, sexual excitement far grater, I payed little heed to it and carried on, moving my hand into Shruthi's pants, gently stroking the wetness between her legs. Shruthi moaned softly, her back arching gently, as she gently squeezed my groin. It was around this point that my phone began to buzz, vibrating softly, but I payed it no heed, immersed in pleasure. Gently I turned Shruthi around, getting her in a crouched position on all fours. I gently moved behind her, and unfurled her skin tight jeans, and the sticky panties beneath to about her knees. Her rear, from ass crack to knees, was now right in front of me. Lowering my head, I moved in and began to softly lick. It was then that it hit me: A wave of desperation, for the unpleasant kind, hit me like a brick wall. I sat bold upright, pressing my jean clad ass into the heel of my foot. Shruthi turned around, and asked me if everything was okay. I assured her that all was fine, dodging her doubtful glance and, waiting for the urge to subside, went back down on her crouched figure, licking her puss softly, my tongue's connection confirmed by her gentle moan. At this point my phone rung again, I dismissed it, and continued to lick. Gasping breathlessly, Shruthi moaned, "Pull down your pants babe, at least till your thighs." Obeying her request, I tugged my jeans down and continued to lick. Her hand slipped back around her legs, and began to squeeze and rub my throbbing parcel. In response, I raised my hand, and rubbed her, ever so slightly, in the regions nether to my tongue, that it couldn't access. At this point another wave of desperation struck me, far stronger than the last. I attempted, with all my might, to control my sphincter and barely won the battle. My lips still on Shruthi's pussy, her hand on my cock, and the sound of her passionate moaning fills my ears. Again, my phone rings, I dismiss it. All of a sudden, Shruthi's moan morphs into a sentence, "Hold on, wait, just a minute..." Passion overcoming logic, I continued to lick, my tongue ever increasing in velocity. "Seriously, just stop, just one minute..", she moaned out, a bit louder and more seriously. Suddenly, pushing me back, Shruthi moving my face out of the way, sat on her foot that lay behind her, even as I stared at her suspiciously. Whispering a soothing sorry in her ear from the back, I reached around in front of her, and moved my hand down to the diminishing dampness cradled by her thighs. At this moment, my cousin flung open the curtain, clutching her stomach, causing Shruthi and I both the panic, stumbling on our half down clothes, frantically yanking them up. "Wow...", was all she said, upon seeing both of our asses, with a disgusted look on her face. She turned to me and said, "Oy! I need to talk to you" Pulling my pants up, I deftly hopped out of the berth and into the aisle,standing right next to Priya. She leaned in and in an embarrassed tone, began to speak softly: "Thambi, the food was bad...", she almost moaned. "What?" I retorted, "How would you know?" "I threw up twice Thambi", she tearfully said, "I tried to call you but you didn't pick up." I panicked, remembering the wave of nausea. "I'm really sorry to hear about that. Are you okay?", I asked cautiously. She shook her head sadly, in an embarrassed manner, "Thambi, I need the bus to stop. Please, it's an emergency..." Understanding fully her situation, I walked to the front of the bus where I asked the driver to pull over. He gave a derisive snort and told me that we were already 30 minutes behind schedule, but that I needn't worry, there was a rest stop in 5 minutes. I returned to a hobbling Priya, told her the news and asked her to wait. She nodded reluctantly and sat down. I flung open the curtains of my berth and got in, telling Shruthi the news that the food was bad. "How do you know?", she asked. Sparing details of Priya's current urge, I told her of the puking. I confessed that I too was feeling sick and so would just visit the bathroom at he next stop. She nodded and said okay. When the bus pulled into the rest stop, which looked a lot like this Priya and I jumped out of the berths and bean to beeline for the bus exit, when I noticed Shruthi's absence. I went to her and asked, "Aren't you getting off?" "For what,"she said. "Well, the food was bad, don't you need to, you know...", I trailed off. "No babe, don't worry, I feel fine." My own need too urgent to worry about her's, I sprinted out of the bus where I was met by a frantic Priya. "Thambi, there's no available bathrooms anywhere!! Only one is there and the queue is about 8 people....", a loud fart cut through the air. Priya gasped and one hand shot to her backside, gripping it tightly. "Forget the bathroom," she gasped, "Follow me." She sprinted toward a small dark gully between two shacks. Midway however, she gasped and stood perfectly still, legs crossed tightly. I inquired as to what was wrong but was met by nothing more than a fearful panting. A split second later she was running towards the gully, hand clutching her ass, and shouting, "Thambi, please stand guard" I followed her up to the gully, and stood at the enterence. "Oy! Not there," she shrieked, on the verge of tears, legs twirled around each other and dancing slightly. "Come over here," she beckoned to the ground near her, "Otherwise someone might come from the other side," she quickly added. I stood there and faced the other way, trying my hardest to suppress my own urges, as Priya deftly pulled down her jeans and squatted, taking support from the shack behind her, as her pressurized urine stream hit the sand below, muddying it. Other sounds followed, resulting in awful smells and moans of relief, from her side alone that is; my need was worse than ever. About 2 minutes in, I inquired; "Priya, are you almost done? The bus will leave soon and I still need to go....badly", I quipped. She said in a strained voice, "Sorry Thambi, but I'm not doing so well, it'll be a bit longer..", a splattering sound of Priya's diarrhea on the sand below filled the air,"A lot longer...", she added remorsefully, tinged crimson with embarrassment. I tried as hard as I could, to hold back the dam, but 2 minutes longer and I nearly lost it completely. "Priya", I said urgently; "Yes", she sniffed, "I really can't hold it, I'm sorry, I'm going." Before I even finished the sentence I had begun to walk away, out of the gully, when suddenly the dam broke. Loud farts cut through the air as my bowels began to evacuate. Having no other option, I frantically yanked down my jeans and squatted, liquid poop streaming out of my ass and piss involuntarily spurting out of my cock far too loudly, less than 6 feet away from my cousin, facing her fully. I covered my face and looked the other way as did she. I couldn't help but notice however her brown pussy lips, peeking out from under the bundled fabric of her jeans, as she relieved herself. Within 3 minutes I finished, wiped and rose, heading back to the bus, Priya right behind me. We got back onto the bus and returned to our berths. I wished Priya a good night and she went into her berth and slept. I climbed back into my berth and Shruthi came to me sympathetically, asking if I was okay. I told her that I felt much better now, and began to gently kiss her. She responded to the motion and kissed me softly, before wishing me good night. I lay down on my side and dozed off. Around 3:00 in the morning, Shruthi woke me up, shaking me frantically. I jumped up startled, and looked around wildly, then noticing a familiar smell looked questionably at Shruthi who immediately broke down into tears. "Oh Shit.", I said, and hugged her, "Um.. Is everything okay?",I asked, if only for namesake. "No,"she sobbed, shaking her head, "The food was bad, really really bad," she broke down into another set of tears. "I'm so nauseous I can barely sit up, and I....", she trailed off,"I need to use the bathroom." "Shh", I said, not wanting her to embarrass herself further,"I understand". I got out of the berth and went to the front, asking the driver to pull over. Unfortunately, he shook his head and muttered "...Behind schedule". I went back to the berth where Shruthi sat awkwardly, looking truly awful and conveyed the bad news to her. She sobbed gently. I sat opposite her, patting her gently and consoling her for another 30 minutes when suddenly she gagged. Her eyes widened as her cheeks filled and she vomited on the bed, quite a bit ending up in my lap. She sobbed, apologizing, and stammered, "B-B-Bathroom, NOW!!!", with tearful urgency. Helping her to the front of the bus, I conveyed the news of what had happened to the bus driver. Looking at her, he agreed to pull over. Suddenly though, a loud wet crackle filled the air, as something else filled Shruthi's jeans. She held her ass tightly but to no avail. The dam had burst. The moment the bus came to a standstill, Shruthi lept off, and, moving just a tiny bit to the side, just out of the driver's view, she peeled off her jeans, emptied her yellow panty's contents, and squatted; the sound of her piss stream and the semi-solid splatter of diarrhea on the pavement reaching my ears. She asked me for paper but I had none left, so we had to borrow from my sister. My sister wasn't in the slightest bit shocked to hear about what happened; "The food was bad", she said. Once Shruthi had emptied her panty and her bowels completely, she hobbled awkwardly back onto the bus, a tear rolling down her cheek. As our berth was ruined, we were all forced to share a single berth with Priya, who graciously gave Shruthi a spare pair of small purple panties that she was carrying. Shruthi, pants and panty fully soiled, was forced to sleep, tightly pressed up to both of us wearing nothing more than a T-shirt and purple panties. Please leave comments and suggestions
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    Hi! If any of the female members of this site. or any of the men, have any videos of indian men peeing, preferably with a bit of desperation, it would be much appreciated :)
  21. Hi everyone. I've been receiving quite a few requests for Indian related desperation stuff, like stories, videos, pictures etc. Just thought that I'd post this up here in the hope that at least a few of you would have come across a good Indian omorashi-related item that you wouldn't mind sharing :P I will be posting some other stories in some time, but in the mean time; please feel free to contribute. PS: Everything goes here provided it's in line with the community guidelines. On my part though,anything, from movie related scenes to stories elsewhere on the internet, to book related scenes, will be greatly appreciated; not just by me, but by quite a few other site members. Once more, thanks for the support, and goodbye :)
  22. Hi once again everyone :) Today, I'll be sharing with you something that happened to my girlfriend a while back while at a movie. We had gone to see Gunday, a Hindi movie that had just been released about a week earlier. My girlfriend was extremely excited to go and see it, and I, not being bold enough to say no, resignedly accompanied her. I picked her up about an hour before the movie was to start. She looked absolutely radiant, in tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt, Shruthi looked like a model. I helped her into the car and we set off for the movie. Upon reaching the mall, I parked the car, opened her door, and we both headed upstairs to the top floor, on which the movie was showing. We got our tickets and entered the complex just as the movie was to begin. I told her to go ahead and watch as I brought the drinks. She nodded,and went inside the hall. I bought two large Mountain Dews and headed inside, giving one to her, and sitting down on her right. As soon as the lights dimmed, I placed a hand on her knee. To my delight, she made no move to remove it, acting as if nothing was happening. As the movie went on, I began to gently stroke her thigh, gradually moving my hand up and up, until it rested just over her crotch, near her pubic area. Reaching out her arm, she put one hand over my rapidly-hardening crotch, and began to lightly squeeze. This went on for some time, until, deciding she would rather watch the movie,Shruthi lifted her hand from my lap, and moved it back to her own. Not wanting to come off as weird,I instantly stopped what I was doing as well. Less than 5 minutes later, the Intermission came as the lights came on. She turned to me and said, "Hold on babe, I'll be right back, just gotta go to the washroom." By this point of time, I too was feeling the urge,having drank just under half of that gigantic cup of mountain dew. Telling her this, I stood up and walked out of the hall with her. We merged into the vast horde of other cinema-goers who were caught in such a situation, composedly trying to walk to the bathrooms, not displaying so much as a hint of desperation. After gently elbowing our way through the crowd, we reached the front of the horde, only to see an 'Out of Service, please use the Bathrooms on the ground floor", sign. I turned around and began leading Shruthi to the ground floor. We had to take the stairs as the escalators, as well as almost all the shops inside the mall, were shut down for the night. By the time we reached the ground floor, we had already been gone from the hall for about 10 minutes. After just 2 minutes of scouring the floor for the bathrooms, Shruthi suggested we head back and wait it out till the end of the movie. Not wanting to sound weird by expressing my ever-growing need, I nodded and headed back. The moment that we re-entered the hall, the movie was beginning. We quickly took our seats and continued to watch. Owing to the heat and my parched throat, I couldn't help but drink a little more, and then a little, and then, until eventually, my cup stood empty, and my bladder, uncomfortably full. I turned to Shruthi, observing her out of the corner of my eye. Her thighs were pressed closely together and she squirmed slightly in her seat. I reached out, pushing her cup gently, just to see how much remained. It fell over on to the ground, empty. Shruthi had drained it, consuming the full 2L that lay inside. I turned back to the movie screen, and thought to myself how lucky I was. Sure enough, within half an hour, Shruthi was far too visibly desperate. she kept bending over, placing her hands between her legs, and continually changing her seating position. Unfortunately, I myself wasn't much better off, squirming continuously to maintain control. Within 10 minutes, I was on the verge of losing it. I turned to her, about to tell her that I was going to go to the bathroom, when suddenly she turned to me and said, "Hey, um... Babe, I've actually really gotta go to the bathroom", she said with a cute giggle,"You don't mind do you?" I replied that I too actually had to go, and we got up from our seats and made our way to the exit. Upon exiting, I half walked, half ran down the stairs to the ground floor. Upon reaching however, I discovered that the staircase had been sealed off from the rest of the mall by an iron shutter, owing to it being far past closing time. I looked at Shruthi, seeing the same trepidation and fear that I felt, in her eyes. I was silent for a second, hoping that she would speak, putting an end to this awkward silence. "Well..", she said,trying far too hard not to sound desperate, "The movie wasn't all that good. Do you...maybe wanna go back to my place,and, you know.....", she trailed off seductively. Knowing full well that that wasn't the reason that she was so anxious to leave, I accepted and we got inside the car. I started the engine and we drove off. After about a minute or so, Shruthi's ordeal, worsened considerably by her sitting still, grew too bad to ignore. Turning to me she said, "Babe, please hurry up, it's really bad..." I told her I would, and floored the accelerator, myself just as desperate to reach a bathroom as her. We drove on for another 10 minutes as Shruthi rocked back and forth in the rider's seat,with one hand locked between her thighs. All of a sudden,a spurt escaped from the tip of my cock, dampening my boxers. Determined not to pee in front of my girlfriend, I pressed onward. Within 5 minutes, we pulled up outside my house. Shruthi leapt out of the car, and sprinted up the stairs to my house. I locked the car and followed suit. Upon reaching the floor on which my house was, I was greeted by the sight of Shruthi, bouncing around,alternating between legs, and gasping; "Open the door, seriously!!" While fumbling around with the keys, another spurt escaped into my boxers. At the same time, Shruthi let out a small gasp, probably owing to her ever-dampening panties. Finally the door opened. Neither of us caring to close the door behind us,we made a mad dash to the lone bathroom at the end of the hall, Shruthi already unbuttoning her jeans. I reached the bathroom first. Dashing in. I tore down my pants, pulled my dick out, and began peeing. Shruthi barged in behind me, saw me peeing, and began shouting at me in a teary voice while hopping from foot to foot. Feeling bad for her, I paused my stream and stepped to the side. No sooner had I done that, then Shruthi leapt onto the toilet, yanking her jeans and her panties down in a single deft motion,and sat on the seat, the sound of the pressurized stream hitting the basin filled my ears instantly, arousing me greatly. Somehow, I managed to control my bladder for just under a minute as she continued peeing. Finally, my bladder gave way, as I let loose the remaining reservoir of urine, filling my boxers and soaking my khaki pants. Shruthi just looked at me astonished, still urinating, and giggled in cute way. She wiped herself, stood up, and, without pulling her pants back up, embraced me, pressing her crotch against the warm,wet,hard surface of my crotch. Pulling me to the ground,she pulled off her crumpled up pants and damp purple panties from her ankles, and sat, legs on opposite sides, over my dick. She began to softly gyrate her hips, swaying back and forth. Needless to say, we proceeded to have amazingly MIND-BLOWING sex on the bathroom floor.
  23. Hi once again everyone! I know that I said in my last post that I'd share some of the desperation experiences that my girlfriend Shruthi underwent back in college. However, before that, I thought I would share one other experience that I witnessed. In this case, as it was merely a friend of mine and not a girlfriend, I felt less guilty and more aroused by the entire ordeal. This happened quite a while back, when I was in my ISE 1st year (The equivalent of As-Levels or 11th grade abroad). At this point Shruthi (my current girlfriend) and I studied in the same school in Tumkur, Karnataka ( A state) I was around 17, as was Shruthi, who, at the time, was just a girl who I had a crush on. It all started after our mid-year dance. This was a party of sorts, normally thrown by the school in the evening in a relatively inexpensive hotel. Drinking was strictly prohibited, but it's really not that easy to keep a group of 80 odd High schoolers sober when out at night. Needless to say, booze was abundant. Keturah, a short, slim, and relatively fair girl from Tamil Nadu (Another state, just south of Karnataka), was one of my classmates. Having been promoted by a year she was younger than everyone else and was an extremely decent girl, studious and serious, never once having touched alcohol in her life (or so she told all of us). As I was also quite a studious person, we had become quite good friends, visiting each other's houses from time to time to revise and study. At the dance I noticed Keturah standing alone in a corner, wearing her saree (traditional Indian Clothing item), and sipping from a glass of beer. I went over and engaged her in conversation. She quickly hid the beer and responded to me. We talked for quite some time and each had a few more drinks (albeit her's being drunk only when I turned the other way), before the party came to an end. Having drank quite a lot, I excused myself to the washroom, relieved myself and returned to find Keturah having yet another drink poured for her by a friend. Not wanting to have the corruption of such a decent girl on my hands, I hurried her away to the door and began talking to her once again. By this point, the music had stopped completely, the lights had come back on and everyone was making a long line for the doors. I bid her farewell and was just about to leave when I remembered a textbook that I had left in her flat. Upon reminding her about it, she told me to come back to her place now and get the book. As it was late and I was not sure what her parents would think about a teenage boy coming to visit their daughter late at night I asked her if she was sure that it was fine, to which she told me that everything was good as her parents were staying with her grandparents for the week and she had the house to herself. I smiled and took her up on her offer. We left the hall, stopped a passing auto rickshaw and hopped in as it sped off towards her house. We reached there in under 10 minutes, despite the distance being quite far, as there was very little traffic at this time of night. By the time that we arrived at her house, my bladder felt uncomfortably full from all the drinks that I had had. She led me up to her flat, a small pink 2BHK ( two bedroom house with kitchen) flat, on the sixth floor of the building. The moment I entered I asked her, without trying to sound odd, where the bathroom was. She gestured to a room in the bedroom on the left. I rushed inside, shut the door, and hastily relieved myself. Returning from the bathroom I entered her room, a smaller bedroom to the right of the flat, and began searching for the missing textbook. As I looked, we talked a lot. She told me about her sister who was in college, carpentry work that was going on in the flat, and other school gossip. As it was getting quite hot and stuffy inside of the room, I let open a small window in the corner of the room. As the house was on the sixth floor, the breeze was quite strong and the bedroom door, open until now, slammed shut with a deafening thud. Keturah spun around, and upon seeing the shut door almost shouted, "SHIT!!" "What's wrong?", I asked her, "None of the doors in the flat have doorknobs right now!!", she said, sounding annoyed and upset, " The carpenters removed them all last week to have the locks put in." "Shit....", I said, "So what do we do now? Should we call your parents, they must have a spare key to the flat." "And have them see me locked inside of a room with a strange boy!!??", she almost screamed. "What if we call your friends from hostel. Priyanka must have a key.", I suggested. "It's too late now, their curfew ended an hour back..., we'll just have to call them in the morning", she said, still sad but seemingly relieved. "I guess you'll have to stay the night here..." "Oh. Alright", I replied. "That's cool with me.." Keturah was far more relaxed at this point of time. She texted Priyanka who, while laughing at her situation, agreed to come by as early as possible tomorrow morning and open the flat. Keturah sat on the edge of the bed next to me and we began to talk. We talked for almost an hour, truly enjoying each other's company. Keturah had showed me a quarter of vodka that she stored in her room "In case of emergencies", she said. Mixing it with a large bottle of sprite she had in her cupboard, we had made quite a potent cocktail in the bottle, which we kept passing back and forth and finished within the first 40 minutes. Keturah, now quite tipsy, began to look uneasy. Upon inquiring as to what the problem was, she replied "Oh it's Nothing really, this saree is really uncomfortable, it's getting on my nerves.... that and......well, I would kill for a bathroom right about now", she added with a drunk giggle. I laughed politely and replied, "Then go right?", gesturing to the door at the end of her bedroom. "Oh that",she said, " No.. That's my walk in closet, the only bathroom is in the other bedroom" With those words I felt uncomfortable. "Oh, I thought that was a bathroom up until now", I replied. "No", she said sadly, "Although if this gets much worse we may have to use it as one", she said jokingly, breaking out into another set of giggles. An hour and a couple shots later ( she really had a SHITLOAD of booze hidden in her room ), the smiles vanished and were replaced by looks of genuine worry and concern. Keturah's hands were placed in her lap and she was bend forward, such that the angle between her torso and her legs was about 45 degrees. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and she was rocking back and forth slowly. Surprisingly though, she was still talking. "So how is your exam preparation going?", she asked me, gently rocking back and forth on the bed. I answered and as I did I could see that my exam preparation was the furthest thing from her mind as she watched me intently, biting her lower lip, and pressing down on her crotch area so hard that her knuckles turned white. An awkward silence filled the room for a minute or so, broken only by the sound of the bed squeaking as Keturah jiggled around anxiously. I opened my mouth to say something but just as the words "Hey" escaped my lips, she said the same thing. "Sorry", I said, "You first." "No,no, it's okay... you tell me.. what were you going to say?", she said in a strained voice. "Uh.. okay", I continued,"Well I was wondering if well.... seeing as we get along so well and all, I thought that maybe we could, well......". My words trailed off as I felt embarrassed. "We could what?", Keturah said, obviously anxious for me to finish talking. "Well.. I thought that maybe we could, you know...". With that I slowly leaned in towards her, till my face was mere inches away from hers. I continued to lean in until our lips touched. My arms gently touched her sides and caressed her back, pulling her closer in towards me. Her mouth opened and we began to truly and passionately kiss. This went on for about a minute when suddenly she snapped back, sat straight up with a aghast and shocked look on her face and said, "Hey look, I'm really sorry. This, this is great, but there's just some things I've gotta take care of first....", she said, sneaking a furtive glance at the walk in closet. "Can't it wait", I said, leaning back in. "No babe, I'm really sorry but I've just really got to do something. Just hold on a minute, I'll be right back", Keturah said as she stood up and awkwardly wobbled over to the closet door, one hand over her crotch,"Oh and by the way..", she said, turning around to face me, "Please don't judge me, I wouldn't do this unless it was truly an emergency", and with that she gave the closet door a shove. It did not budge. She pushed it one more time. Nothing happened. I came and pushed on the door with all my might but it did not budge an inch. It must have been firmly locked by the carpenters (for reasons that I still cannot fathom). Keturah appeared to be close to tears now, there was nothing that she could do now other than bide time. She led out a loud sob. I reached out and gave her a warm hug, arms slowly moving down her sides and onto her ass as her head lifted and our lips met once again. As we embraced, I could feel her trembling. I slid one hand down the front of her saree and moving down past the pubic area, I could feel an unmistakable wet spot on the area right between her legs. It was at this point that I knew that she really wasn't playing around or overacting. I pulled my hand out and asked her in a soft voice: "Keturah, are you okay?" "No."She replied sobbing. "When's the last time that you....you know, went?" I inquired, "About an hour before the party started", she cried. Suddenly she let out a shrill squeak, placed both her hands over her mouth and lept backwards, away from me. "Is everything okay", I asked? Knowing full well that it was not. She didn't say a single word, instead looking down with shame at the marble tile floor that lay between us,the area on which she had stood only a second ago, her hands now firmly clasped to crotch. Following her eyes I looked at the floor and saw a few small yet unmistakable drops of liquid. I slowly looked back at her, trembling, sobbing, her Kajol (Indian form of eyeliner) smudged, and squeezing the saree above her crotch. "I'm sorry....", she sobbed, in a voice barely above a whisper, "I just really can't hold it...", she gasped yet again and began to walk towards the other side of the room, in as composed a manner as she could. Looking at the ground behind her as she walked, I could see quite a few more drops of piss rolling off her calf and onto the floor. I knew that she wouldn't be able to hold it more than a minute, and so I asked her, "Is there anything I can do to help??" Her female instincts and decency being washed away by the waves of desperation and the prospect of far greater inevitable embarrassment, she replied between sobs and while rapidly pacing the ground in front of the door: "If you don't mind....do you think you could help me take off this annoying thing", gesturing at her saree. Before I proceed, let me just clarify one issue for the non-Indian readers. A saree is a piece of clothing comprising of only one piece of cloth. It's really difficult to put on and to take off. Most of the time another lady helps with these. Older woman (30+) who are married and who have to wear the saree on a regular basis are accustomed to both wearing and removing it but the school and college going girls who wear it only on certain occasions, are quite clueless about how to do either. I walked over towards her, took one end of her pink saree in my hands and began to slowly unravel it, asking her to turn around slowly as I removed it. Suddenly Keturah doubled over, both hands shooting to her crotch and a sharp hiss, so sudden, short-lived and violently strong that it sounded almost like a splat, cut through the air, followed almost instantly by a loud sob from Keturah. "Hurry up!!", Keturah moaned between sobs, " I really can't control it anymore!!", she whimpered. Not wanting to put her through any more embarrassment, I began pulling the saree cloth quicker, forcing Keturah to twirl around as it unraveled. As I reached the end of the saree, the part that is usually worn on the lower half of the body, I noticed that it was quite damp and at some points even saturated. Within a matter of seconds, I finished removing the saree, leaving Keturah standing in front of me in a blouse and a pair of more than damp purple panties. Her legs were tightly pressed together, not even a small gap remained, one hand jammed between her thighs and the other covering her crotch region from view, in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity she thought she had left. Suddenly Keturah doubled over yet again as another sharp hiss cut through the air. Her piss hit the floor with such force that it splattered, drops getting on my feet. "Turn Around!!", she cried as she reached for the garbage can next to her bed and pulled it towards her. But, try as I might, I just couldn't look away from the spectacle of this hot young girl in nothing but her underwear losing control by the second. All of a sudden Keturah let out a loud gasp as she keeled over. Her eyes opened wide in shock, and she put one hand over her mouth, stifling a sob. Knowing full well what was going to happen but not wanting to cause her more unnecessary embarrassment, I turned around. To my luck there was a mirror in the corner of the room, through which I continued to observe. Sure enough, the sharp hiss and splatter of a thick stream of piss hitting the floor hard filled my ears. The only difference was however, that this time, the stream showed now signs of subsiding. That confirmed my suspicions about Keturah's face. She had finally lost all control and there was no going back. Looking into the mirror, I observed the action in real-time. Tears streaming down her cheeks and piss flowing down her thighs, Keturah, having already pulled the small garbage can (about 4 inches by 5 inches in size) beneath her, in a single deft move, yanked down her saturated purple panties to her knees, giving me a clear view of her thick black pubic hair, and sat on the garbage can. Immediately the sound changed. As the garbage container filled, I heard a far too audible sigh of relief from Keturah. I turned around, unable to resist the temptation. The garbage can was hardly visible, dwarfed underneath her shapely yet still quite large black ass. Her thighs were kept as close together as possible, so as to prevent any leakage. Between her knees was suspended a dripping pair of underwear, and her calves seemed to branch out in opposite directions. The ground around her was looking as if it had just drizzled, droplets and small puddles of piss lay almost everywhere. After about a minute, Keturah finished, the stream intensity gradually dying down to a halt. An embarrassed whisper cut through the awkward silence "Could you pass a paper from over there...", she said, pointing to her bookshelf (by this point she knew full well that I was watching but didn't seem to really care anymore, perhaps knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. We were trapped in a room together after all). I walked over to the bookshelf which lay near the walk in closet, grabbed a loose sheet of paper and handed it to her, while trying to look the other way. Keturah took it, used it to wipe off her smudged Kajol (eyeliner) from her eyes, then turned it around, ran it between her legs once, and dropped it into the garbage can. She gingerly removed her panties, threw them into a corner near the door and stood up. She lunged for the saree lying on the bed and wrapped it around her lower body, tying it with a loose knot. She pushed the near-full garbage can to a small corner of her room, next to the main door, came back to the bed and lay down. Not wanting to embarrass her, I didn't ask her to help me clean the floor. At the same time, for fear of offending her, I was too afraid to clean the floor myself, so I pretended as if nothing had happened and crawled into bed next to her. The next morning, Priyanka opened the door and was openly and visibly taken aback by the smell. Keturah gave her a fierce and intimidating glare, just DARING her to make one snide comment about it. Priyanka said nothing and left just as I ran to the bathroom in the other bedroom and relieved myself. I never thought that I would be able to make it through the entire night without a single piss but surprisingly I did. Keturah and me are on good terms now. We still hang out from time to time (when she comes to Madurai), but we have not once said anything about that incident till date. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Please give me any feedback and tell me whether or not you are enjoying these stories and if I should continue narrating my experiences. Also anyone with any sightings or experiences with Indian women desperation please post. It seems to me that even though there are so many incidents happening and being witnessed on a daily basis, very few people take the time to post them. Please do so as it would mean a lot to me and I'm sure many others too. Thank you
  24. Hi once again everyone! By popular demand (one person :P),I have decided to recount an experience that happened on the journey during a school field trip. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The trip had been scheduled by our school about a month in advance and all of the students were, in fact, quite looking forward to it. The trip was to be to Wayanad, a small city in the southmost coastal state of Kerela. The distance between Tumkur (my home town at the time) and Wayanad, was not by any means small, being about 300 km away. The school had also planned to take us through Bandipur, a wildlife sanctuary on route. At this point of time, I was in 12th standard and was dating Shruthi. We both arrived early in the morning at the school, had a large cup of steaming hot coffee at a small shack nearby, and headed to the boarding point. Once there, we encountered a large number of students, the majority clad in salwa kameez, which, to non-indian readers, looks something like this. After waiting another 30 minutes, with no sign of the bus, we began to get irritable. A student next to me told me that he had asked a teacher who said that the bus was on the way and would be here within 5 minutes. Sure enough within a minute or two, the bus pulled in to the stop. Students rushed to get on it, attempting to get the coveted back seats, far from the prying eyes of teachers. Somehow, Shruthi and I managed to get seats on the very last row of the bus. Shruthi looked excited, as was I as the bus pulled out. The first couple hours went by without incident. Owing to the cold early morning air, most students were bundled up and deeply asleep, most quite intoxicated from the charas we had smoked earlier. (A rather primitive form of hand-made hash). I sat next to Shruthi, resting my hand on her thigh, as we proceeded with the journey. During this time, owing to the fact that the people on the seat next to us were good friends of hers and fast asleep, and the fact that the teachers were also fast asleep, I slipped my hand down her pant leg and began to gently rub. She reciprocated the action and this continued for quite some time. Finally, after about another 40 minutes, the bus pulled in at a Dhaba, (extremely cheap roadside restaurants), for students to quickly relieve themselves and get back on. Shruthi and I however, having been engaged in foreplay for the better part of an hour, needed relief of a different kind. :P Pulling my hand out of her pants and standing up, we both made our way to the front of the bus, in a hurried motion. The teachers, assuming us to be nothing more than desperate students, stood aside and let us pass. As it was by now only about 8:00 in the morning, the Dhaba was fully empty. I glanced around for a secluded place where we could conclude our business but found none. I was contemplating heading behind the Dhaba (a plan that was far too risky owing to the large number of teachers present), when suddenly, Shruthi grabbed my hand and began pulling me in the direction of the ladies restroom. Just to give an image to the non-Indian readers, the Dhaba looked quite a lot like this. . The female restroom exterior looked like this Once entering the Ladies section, the layout was something like this, extremely run down and in appalling condition. Regardless, Shruthi, pulling me by the hand let me quickly into the Ladies restroom, walked down the 'alley' and entered a stall somewhere in approximately the middle. This would not normally work anywhere in India, owing primarily to the extremely conservative attitude held by the majority of the locals. Also, the other ladies in the bathroom would notice and make a big scene if they saw a man enter. However, as the Dhaba was empty at that time of day, and we were the first people to get off the bus, the plan was executed seamlessly. Shruthi pulled me into the stall, almost gasping in anticipation, and slammed the door behind her, fumbling and finally managing to latch the rusty door. No sooner than the door was locked, Shruthi lifted up the topmost part of her salwa kameez, untied the string holding her pants in place, and guided my hand to her pubic area. Similarly, I unzipped my pants and let my junk hang. She began rapidly jerking me off as I was rubbing her soaking wet groin. At this moment however, the rest of the girls from the school bus entered the washroom, no doubt desperate after being cooped up for so long. One girl entered the stall next to us and another, the stall on the other side. As seen in the picture, the toilets have almost now boundary, above or below the small partition wall. Owing to this, the sounds of their relief were all to audible to Shruthi and I. One girl could be heard struggling with the latch in the stall on our left, unable to get the door to shut. The girl in the other stall, had entered but hadn't begun to go yet, probably because she was wearing jeans or taking care of some other business. The first girl could be heard desperately swearing at the lock when suddenly a hushed but still quite loud, "FUCK!!!", reached my ears from her cubicle. The clickety-clack of her shoes on the marble floor could be heard as she desperately tried to position herself around the hole in the ground. Sure enough within a matter of seconds she had pulled down her Salwa Kameez pant and was peeing, extremely forcibly into the toilet. The sound proved too much for me and, combined with Shruthi's incessant stroking, I shot my load all over Shruthi's arm. Shruthi herself came within the next minute, her muscles tensing and her eyes rolling back in her head as I stroked faster and faster, at an ever increasing pace. Upon completion, I zipped my pants back up and Shruthi tied her Salwa. We waited for a minute or so. The tell-tale sound of loud streams hitting basins from the stalls besides us, informed us that others were there and that we shouldn't go out, lest I be seen. Shruthi however, didn't quite understand this and whispered to me, "Yāvuvu Nīvu kāyuttide!? Horabaralu!", (What are you just standing there for? Get out) "Nānu sādhyavilla", (I can't), I replied, "Lēḍi Hege Hoduvagodi" (There are still ladies there) With that she switched over to English, lest one of the students in the adjourning stalls understand what we were saying. "Seriously, just go!", She said agitated, "Nobody's there, it's fine" I opened my mouth to respond but at that exact moment there was a loud knocking on the door. "Ap yadvātadvā!! Nānu mūtra visarjane, mūtra visarjane!!", cried the girl outside the door. (Hurry up! I have to go really bad, I will seriously lose it!) Shruthi looked at me, acknowledging my satisfactory smirk, and replied "Nirīkṣisi, mutra Atisara, Beḷigge Āhāra kaḷapeyāgittu". (I'm sorry but you'll have to wait. I have loose motions, the morning food was very bad) I could swear that I heard the girl outside moan a disappointed groan, but my primary focus was directed inwards. I began to notice that Shruthi had begun to look uncomfortable, more and more by the minute, from the time we had finished our romance in the stall. I suspected that she needed to pee, but didn't want to upset her by asking, (she was still extremely embarrassed about the incident that took place in her driveway). Also I was confused as, up until a minute back, she had been showing no sign at all of needing to go. Now however, as she stood above the toilet on the other end of the stall, crossing and uncrossing her legs, I began to think otherwise. After another 5 minutes, there was silence in the restroom, and no sooner than the silence crossed my mind, did Shruthi throw me out of the stall. As she was closing it however, her Nokia phone beeped. She pulled in out of her pocket, bent over, and read the message. "ನೀವು ಅಲ್ಲಿ, ಬಸ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟು!!" (Where are you guys, the bus is leaving!). No sooner had Shruthi read the message than she jumped out of the stall, told me to come, and sprinted towards the exit and the bus. We made it just as the bus was pulling out, hopping inside, and weaving our way between the seats to reach our seats in the back, that Shruthi's friend had managed to keep for us. The inside of the bus, the back-most seat looked exactly like this, just slightly less rundown. The moment we sat down, I could sense Shruthi's trepidation. "What's wrong, I asked??", speaking in English so as not to be understood. "I really really had to", she stopped and corrected herself, "have to, go to the bathroom". I was quite surprised that she had admitted to it in my first asking, the only logical explanation would be that her inhibitions were lessened by the residual effects of the charas. "Oh." I said, "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll pull over soon enough, you can just go then." Unfortunately, 20 minutes passed and there was no sign of the bus slowing down. We had, by now, crossed over into Bandipur, the wildlife reserve. At the entrance, security men put metal grills over all of the windows and instructed the teachers not to let anybody leave the bus for safety reasons. We were instructed to give the grills back at the exiting check-post. Shruthi sat quietly in the seat next to me, biting her lip, her legs firmly crossed. "Hey", I asked, "How come you didn't have to go up until we got into the restroom?" "Don't know really",she replied, "I think it was because of you know, the rubbing,", she said the last part in a hushed voice. "Well then, do you ummm, maybe want me to give it another shot?", I asked. She looked at me with disgust and angrily declined. I apologized and turned away. After about another 30 minutes however, she turned to me and whispered, "I really can't hold it! honestly, I think it's the coffee but,", she paused, "But I don't just have to pee anymore...", she whispered softly, no doubt embarrassed. "I really can't control it all! I feel like I'm going to explode", she said, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. "Do you think you could, you know, help me...", she whimpered, trailing off. Understanding, I nodded and slipped my hand under her pants and into her panties. She relaxed her muscles, and uncrossed her legs, allowing me to reach where I needed to easier. I could feel a large damp spot on the back of my hand, the side that the panties were touching, I looked at her and she looked away embarrassed and muttered, "I told you." About 2 minutes later however, as I was rubbing, the bus hit a pothole. Her brown thighs suddenly squeezed shut so tightly that I couldn't remove my hand. At the same time, she doubled over and gasped. Almost simultaneously, I felt a squirt of warm liquid on my hand. I quickly wrenched my hand free from the vice like grasp of her thighs. It wet with a combination of sweat, juices and well, you know. She looked away ashamed, as she rocked back and forth, a solitary tear rolling down her brown cheek. After that I didn't put my hand back in, leaving Shruthi to fend for herself. She alternated between holding herself between her thighs and, when the other urge struck, holding the edges of her seat and pulling herself down, increasing the pressure between her butt and the seat. Within 5 minutes however she was entirely unable to hold it. She whimpered to me in Kannada, "Idu baraliruva", (it's coming out). I could smell a soft smell of urine and I knew that an accident was imminent. Thinking quickly, I grabbed her by the arm, yanked her to her feet (this was met by a soft squeak), and pulled her to the front of the bus, where I told the teacher to stop the bus. The teacher responded by saying that the bus couln't be stopped in such an area as it was dangerous. I told her that it was an emergency and that Shruthi was ill. Disbelieving, the teacher told us both to go back to our seats. At this point however, Shruthi double over, clutching her stomach, as an indescribably unfeminine sound left her body. She whimpered,her voice interspersed with soft sobs and her voice just loud enough for the teacher to hear, "Avaru suḷḷu alla, Nānu anārōgya am, Ap Nānu anārōgya am.." (He's not lying, I have loose motions and I'm having an accident) : Note, this is just a rough translation, it does not actually sound nearly as crude or gross. The teachers eyes widened. She signaled the driver to halt the bus. As soon as the bus ground to a halt, I lept off the bus with Shruthi and began to sprint towards a tree by the side of the road. Gasping she moaned, "Nānu māḍalu sādhyavilla!! Kalmaśagaḷu Īgāgalē baruva" (I won't make it, it's already coming) Letting go of her hand, my eyes scoured the landscape for another spot but to no avail. I turned around to see Shruthi hobbling behind the bus. The moment that she was behind the bus, in a spot like this, on the road. She yanked down her Salwa Kameez bottoms and squatted, her ass, large,brown, and shapely, fully visible. Even as she was pulling down her pants I could see a trickle of liquid falling onto the pavement. The moment that her pants were fully down however, she was wetting with force. Other noises, terrible and disturbing, reached my ears as well, as her other need was satisfied. After about a minute, she asked me to pass her a napkin. Not having one, I had to go and ask the teacher. The teacher, after rummaging through her handbag for a minute, found a few scraps of paper which she handed to me. Walking behind the bus, I gave the paper scraps to Shruthi who quizzically looked back and forth between me and the small pile of paper scraps in her hand, squatting all the while, the fruits of her labor more than any I'd ever seen, still there right beneath her. Her stream must have been extremely strong as the small puddle of her urine looked more like a lake than a puddle. She asked me to turn around as she attempted to use what had been given to her. After about a minute, she slowly stood up, pulled up both her panties and her Salwa, and stiffly walked back onto the bus. Surprisingly, nobody knew anything of what had happened, most of the students seemed to think that she had been sitting in the front the entire time and, only afterwards, moved to the back. Others, her friend Priyanka in particular, were of the belief that Shruthi needed to piss very bad and stopped the bus for that. Not wanting them to know the full truth, Shruthi agreed with them and things went on as normal. Within another 15 minutes, the bus pulled in at another Dhaba, one outside of the wildlife enclosure. Shruthi walked towards the bathroom, cleaned up properly, and returned beaming, truly relieved. Note: Upon discussing the incident with Shruthi recently, she seems to attribute the entire incident, primarily her other urges and their severity, to the charas. She claims that that is why she has never touched the drug since. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading everyone. Any feedback or comments would be greatly appreciated. Once again, a call out to all Indian members, please recount your experiences, there's few enough of us on this site as it is.
  25. Hi once again Everyone! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Today I will recount an encounter that I witnessed after school one day back in 12th grade. At this point of time, I was dating Shruthi, as I still am. This incident however, happened to a classmate of mine called Deepthi. Just to provide an image for the reader, Deepthi was a 5'6", skinny, dark-skinned girl. Coming from a very rich and upper-class family, she was quite snobbish and discriminatory. She used to attend school wearing jeans and a T-shirt, the uniform wasn't mandatory in the ending months of 12th standard, unlike the rest of the saree or Salwa Kameez wearing girls. The story begins when, at the end of the day, I was heading out of the school to catch the bus home. On the bottom floor as I was heading out, I noticed Deepthi, standing out as much as ever, in the long queue outside of the female restroom. I continued on out, entered and sat in the bus, when I noticed a missing book, one that I had probably left in class. I lept out of my seat, and quickly walked back inside to class when I again noticed Deepthi, standing in queue. Her friend Keturah approached her and spoke; "Hey Deepthi,", Deepthi spun around,"You should really get going, the buses will be leaving any time now.", Keturah said. "I know,", replied Deepthi, "But well...Prakr̥ti karegaḷannu!,", she said sheepishly with a small smile. (nature calls). Keturah smile understandingly, bid Deepthi goodbye, and left the building, catching her bus. I sprinted up to my classroom, retrieved the book, and just as I was leaving the building, our bus driver began to honk angrily. I turned to Deepthi and told her that we had to go now, that the bus was leaving. She turned around, face an unadulterated expression of dismay, gave the bathroom door one last longing sigh, and turned away, headed to the bus. I climbed into the bus with her, feeling the anger of the teachers upon us for holding them up. As everyone else was seated, one pair of seats was left at the back, so Deepthi and I took our seats next to each other. Deepthi, opting for the window seat, climbed in first and sat down, firmly folding her denim blue jean clad right leg over the other. Within a minute, I knew that Deepthi's plight was serious. Upon our bus driving over a small bump, Deepthi winced visibly and bend forward, hands tightly folded, and slim caramel elbows pressing tightly and not at all visibly, against her crotch. After a couple of minutes, she began slowly rocking back and forth. Deepthi's stop actually lay after mine. Having always gotten of the bus at my stop, I had no clue as to how much further she lived. Deepthi and I were not actually close friends, rather, we actually didn't really get along that well, myself preferring to socialize with people of my own economic status and personalities. After about 10 minutes of travel, I looked up at her face and saw her desperately biting her lower lip, a worried expression on her face. Another pothole in the road resulted in a squeak and both of her hand clenched, deeply between her thighs. She was clearly on the verge, struggling immensely. The next stop that came, on the bus route, was in front of a shopping complex cum mall. Deepthi, seeing this, almost panting, asked me to move aside. I did so and she sidled out past me, and made a beeline to the front of the bus, in an attempt to get off. The teacher however, was not one to be easily fooled. Deepthi's desperation was not met with sympathy but rather, a sharp and piercing, "OY! Nīvu elli hōguva? Nim'ma Gamyasthāna Mundina!", (Hey! Where are you going? Your stop is later), is a rough translation. Deepthi, speaking in hushed tones, obviously trying her hardest to keep her predicament hidden from the rest of the students, tried to explain her situation to the teacher, but was met with a stern warning against any such nonsense in the future, further reprimand, and a harsh, "Kulithu!", (now sit down). All hope lost, Deepthi gingerly returned to my seat, thighs visibly pressed together. She took her seat silently, not speaking so much as a word, all concentration obviously being diverted towards prevention of a humiliating wetting in front of the entire bus. Within another 5 minutes, the bus had reached my stop, I stood up, slung my bag over my shoulder and made for the exit, when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see Deepthi, not in any means her usual self, softly whimpering and crying. She spoke softly between quiet sobs; "Nānu barabahudu, dayaviṭṭu?" (please, can I come?). Her predicament was by now so visible that no other words need be spoken. While this may seem rather astonishing to some people it is not so. Foreign readers, people who probably feel that India is a very conservative country, one in which the women would never speak of their need to relieve themselves, especially to a male, would be quite right, but only partially so. In normal cases, where the need is not too urgent, nothing on the subject is spoken. When the need is extremely bad however, women will do just about anything to avoid having an accident. Given the fact that in India, public urination for men at least, is a commonly accepted fact, people will, for the most part, turn a blind eye to a desperate woman squatting in an alleyway. A couple of times in the past, desperate ladies and aunties have asked me as to where the facilities were located, but this was something different. I was particularly taken aback owing to Deepthi's personality. She was from a very rich family and would never contemplate doing anything even close to that embarrassing. I paused for a moment, nodded a yes, and headed to the exit. The teacher, who's stop was next,was searching for her bag underneath the seat,allowing Deepthi to leave without being sighted. We exited the bus and made for the apartment complex in which I stayed, Deepthi trying her best not to run in front of me, trying to retain her dignity. We entered the elevator, pressed the button for the 13th floor, (this was my house in Tumkur, a flat in a massive residential apartment complex), and entered. The lack of movement, visibly worsened Deepthi's condition. She was bent over, her ass pressed against the elevator wall, and a hand between her tight denim clad legs. When the lift reached the 6th floor, there was a loud 'switching' noise of sorts, followed by the lights in the elevator going off, followed immediately by the lift falling for a few feet, then jerking back to normal as the fail-safe activated. I was not concerned as, in my apartment, along with most others in Indian, powercuts are common, and so obviously result in occasionally problems such as these. As I live in an apartment complex though, the power cuts are nothing but a small delay between the disconnection of the main supply, and the time taken to initiate the generator, normally just under 20 seconds. Around the 10 second mark, I heard a sob emanate form Deepthi's corner. I asked if she was okay but was met with nothing more than a soft sob. A strange smell began to fill the elevator, just as the lights came back on and the power was restored. I looked at Deepthi and instantly saw that not all was okay. She was in the corner of the elevator near the door, her butt pressed against the handlebar in the elevator, and one hand on her pubic area as she stood, bent over. The most striking feature was however, the slowly growing pool of liquid beneath her. As is protocol by the elevator program, following a breakdown, the elevator automatically stops at the next immediate floor. The elevator ran for a second of two, as Deepthi continued to sob, and, as soon as the lift door opened, Deepthi sprinted out of it, hand held over her butt, as if to prevent me from seeing something. As she left, running out in front of me, I noticed the dark blue wet patches all over the back of her jeans. Not just this, but her flow was actually so strong that, in the back of the crotch region, I could actually see rivulets of urine flowing from her, down along the crevices of the jeans. I stepped out of the lift, to see where she was going. She was still running down the corridor, hand over her backside. I walked behind her, noticing the almost unbroken wet stream on the tiled floor. Finally, upon reaching the end of the corridor, she darted into the stairwell. Though I was pretty sure as to what she was doing, I wasn't sure until, a split second after she ran behind the wall, a forceful splattering sound, akin to that of a powerful stream, reached my ears, loud as it is. I stood their for a moment or two, then headed back to the elevator, opened it and stood inside, holding the doors open in anticipation of her return. All of a sudden, a loud and angry voice cut through the air; "ĒNU HEL IVE NIVU MADUVA!! Heṇṇunāyi allal, soole magne!!" (long string of Kannada insults, the gist being: What the hell are you doing, you uneducated daughter of cock-sucking bastards), please bear in mind that this sounds a lot more badass when spoken properly in Kannada :P No sooner, had these words been spoken, that I saw Deepthi hobbling out of the stairwell, struggling to pull up her skinny jeans, which had proved to be too skinny :) . Her tight brown ass and her curly pubes were fully visible for 2-3 seconds, as she sprinted down the hall towards me, pulling up her pants with both hands. The moment she entered the lift, I shut the doors and sent it to the ground floor. Deepthi looked at me, embarrassed as hell, her face still wrought with genuine trepidation, as she quickly looked away. I allowed myself the luxury of taking one final glance at the back of her pants, still wet with piss, dark blue spots remaining as testament to what had happened. Upon reaching the ground floor, I bid her farewell, and she in turn, waved, gave me a sheepishly embarrassed smile, turned around and left. I felt bad for Deepthi, knowing that she'd have to find a way to return home in those wet pants, and worse still, she would have to return home, to her parents, clad in clingy wet denims. This tiny sense of concern and pity vanished instantly when, the next morning at school, she showed up, her regular bitchy discriminatory self, acting as if nothing had happened. Deciding against unnecessarily making things between us worse, I withheld this information and, to this day, have told no one. That is, till now at least ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks once again to everyone for reading. Any tips or advice would be greatly welcomed. Before I leave however, I have one request to make of you. To all of the Indians on this website, please narrate your personal experiences or any witnessed by you. Regardless of the way the event happened, please don't refrain from posting, as in doing so, you will help to contribute to the multitude of Indian desperation lovers. Also, I'm not entirely sure where to post this, but would it, by any chance be possible, to upload some Indian desperation videos. I'm sure there are quite a few online but I am having some trouble finding them. If anybody has some, from their personal collection, please upload :). In particular, there are quite a few Indian videos from Clips4Sale. If anyone has an Indian Video of their's, please go ahead and post it . Goodbye!!