I’ve got a story to tell about me and those piss-spewing columns.
Reminiscing doesn’t mean aging, it may be a sweet way of saying that the excitement I can reach in the narrative is unspeakable, and that I need to clear my mind and light another cigarette. Well, it’s all coming back to me now, I’ve recalled those nostalgic memories of the past: the
I have a long history of peeping into women’s restrooms, and I’ve been doing it since college. I remember that I have been to places: downtown public toilets, a guest house near my home women’s toilets, women’s toilets in front of the university (where it was a failure, almost found), a factory women’s toilets (where I did not peep at the women, it was a woman forgot to close the door, I saw her buttocks and ). The place I visited most often was the women’s restroom of a guest house because the women there were very pretty, and there I left deep memories of the shocking sexual desires of my youth…
The women’s restroom in the guest house was very clean, and it was there that I started my first voyeurism, and from then on, it was a never-ending search for women’s restrooms to spy on those mesmerizing and impulsive female genitals that were spurting urine, which were so intoxicating and emitted odors that made me want to die. Thanks to those blossoming flowers and the smell of those beautiful women’s urine, I had an effective outlet for my most impulsive moments, a way of calming my youthful impulses… That toilet was a paradise that I remember fondly… The toilet was a male-female structure with a common gutter, the kind of structure that was very easy to trigger the impulse to peep in, and of course, it was actually the structure in which the person who was being spied upon actually succeeded in doing the most spying. Of course, it was actually the peepers who succeeded in doing it the most, even sometimes when someone was already peeping from the squat near the women’s restroom, and the method of peeping was the same – with a small mirror (or with their heads in the gutter, but that wasn’t me), and then what could be said other than to look at each other with a smile on your face, and then to leave the person who had come after them.
That’s where my voyeurism began, it was actually a long time in the making, although it took me days of courage to finally make up my mind, the preparation was simple – it was the little mirror.
It was a rainy day, and I was apprehensive about waiting in the squat near the women’s restroom, and I tried the mirror several times to make sure I could see the squat next door at a full angle. At the same time, I knew that this was a favorite spot for women, and most of them had their backs to the men’s side of the restroom, as if they were encouraging voyeurism (of course, they wouldn’t be able to see the whole picture).
Finally, the woman came, and I probed down into the mirror to see a white ass and long pubic hair, long dark labia closing together. Peeing, piss dripped from the closed labia and – with menstrual blood, and the pubic hair washed into a downward pointy shape by the piss, my breathing ragged. Suddenly, that ass lifted and a surprised face appeared in my mirror, a woman in her 30’s wearing glasses, and I quickly put the mirror away, got dressed, and fled out of the bathroom.
After that I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, I watched a lot of women when they peed , watched a 16 year old just developing girl pee and poop, her ass was facing me, her pussy, being just developing, wasn’t visible behind her like other mature women’s were, all I could see was her tender pubic hairs dangling down her front at the unterminal end of her pubic hair, and she had a small birthmark on her ass.
I followed her into the restroom after I saw her. She was pretty and seemed a little sad. She was a junior high student. But do you know what she did? She pooped, and I saw a yellow streak of poop slowly dropping from her enlarged asshole, and then gracefully landing on the porcelain tiled floor, and her asshole contracted from its bloom as it gave out the poop, like a blossoming flower in an instant… and I was suffocated by the beauty of it all…
Today, I encountered another unprecedented excitement, but it is the record of such impulsive experience was deleted by the China xxx forum bamboos! I was furious beyond words, you know, I was immediately after the experience to the computer side of the record, the excitement has not been eliminated, the memory is still very vivid, I thought that such a site will not be easy to delete the post (this is blocked by China Telecom site ah!), but I was disappointed, the zebra bamboo will be my first posting on this site, but the zebra bamboo, the first time I posted a lung! But I was disappointed, the bamboos deleted my first heartfelt post on this site, without ceremony or mercy. In order to express my anger and persistence, I write again about this particular experience.
Today, the company’s server broke down, I had to reinstall the LINUX once, due to the system installation time is relatively long, I left the company, went straight to the 13th floor, determined to look at the beautiful women are peeing (thought for a long time). I never go to their own floor of the women’s restroom to see, that’s too dangerous, in case they were found to escape is also inconvenient, and, the 13th floor of the women are very beautiful, they are an advertising company employees.
Our building is one of the more famous office buildings in Guangzhou, and the toilets are beautifully arranged, and the women’s restroom in particular is incredibly clean, and the squatting space is relatively large, twice the size of a typical squatting space. The squats were separated by boards, but the distance between the squats and the floor was very wide.
I looked around to see that no one was around, so I went in, but as soon as I did I realized that a woman was humming in that squat in the middle, I was taken aback, but didn’t quit and punch! Whatever! My heart was beating wildly and I quickly went into the rightmost squat. I was a little stunned and was about to get down to watch this woman when there was the sound of pants being lifted with a whoosh, so I decided to wait for the next one. She was gone quickly, humming away, by the sound of her voice she should have been a pretty woman, a bit of a shame, but it didn’t matter, it would come soon enough.
I laid the paper on the floor and turned my head away from the partition (afraid of being seen, a little farther away, I could clearly see the woman peeing , while she couldn’t see me). Sure enough in about 5 minutes or so a woman came, I had already crawled in there waiting and heard her enter the squat next to me, and there was another sizzling and whooshing sound of pants coming off.
Suddenly, a big fat white and tender ass appeared in front of me, I was excited, but I was afraid to be found, so I dare not go to jerk the cock, hurry to catch the time to look at her ∶ hair a lot, labia are very long, she used her hands to break the meat on both sides, so that to both sides of the open, probably in order to not let the urine soiled it! I saw her vagina opening slightly, like a beautiful jellyfish skin.
At that moment, a column of urine suddenly erupted from her urethra and hit the commode firmly and forcefully, accompanied by a slightly hoarse whistling sound, an intoxicatingly light and slightly tawdry smell of women’s urine permeated the air, and I was going crazy… After repeatedly opening and closing her asshole several times, suddenly, she let out a fart! Oh, my God! I think I was about to explode physically with excitement! And she actually gave a shy laugh! Groundhog! I was dying with joy!
But more excitement was yet to come, she pressed her pussy with a paper towel, changed the paper towel twice, then her hand went to her pants (they were white pants, white shoes), but after a moment’s hesitation, her hand retracted, and then a moment later, it went to her clit, and she started stroking it! I couldn’t see her clitoris clearly, but I was sure she stroked it. After a while (about 3 minutes), some lewd water, white in color, came out. She sighed, wiped it off with a piece of paper, then lifted up her pants and left, not caring about me who was going crazy over here… I ran into the men’s room next door, found a squatting space, and sniffed at the smells… the smell of the tawdry and fresh urine and lewd water… and masturbated with excitement…