“I feel so good,” said Marina dreamily.

- What, even write got sick? - I joked in response. It was already clear that she was not confused by this topic, and it was possible to afford to joke.

- Yeah, where did it go there! I suffer, get up lazy.

“Well, well, just don’t look asleep, otherwise a child’s surprise will happen at night,” I said. However, not without intent - I wanted to start a conversation on a topic that interests me.

“Rather, not a child’s surprise,” she retorted, and we both laughed.

We were silent for a bit, and I was thinking how to continue this conversation. Marina, clever, spoke herself:

- Tell me about your fantasies.

“You guess my wishes,” I said gratefully.

“I see through you,” Marina joked.

I did not wait for the second invitation:

- Well, you already understood, turns me on when a woman wants to write. Ideally, when very much. But tolerates.

“And what would you like to do with this woman?” Have sex with her? Or see her pee in front of you?

- No, you do not understand. Just so that the woman really wanted to write. But suffered.

- Indeed, I do not understand. And how do you want to participate in this?

- Yes, just watch. Even if it is an unfamiliar woman. He goes, for example, down the street, he really wants to, but he has nowhere to go.

“A familiar situation,” Marina grinned.

- Has this happened to you? Tell me, huh?

Marina looked at me with a smile:

- Phew, I never thought that it was so interesting to someone:

“Are you embarrassed by this conversation?” Then don't, ”I hurried to say.

- Nah, everything's fine. It's just somehow: unexpected. Yes, and tell in general, nothing special. It happened, of course, especially when the young girl was still. Somehow, I remember, at the age of eighteen I walked around Peter with my boyfriends acquaintances, so I wanted to go to the toilet: I almost burst. - Marina again laughed.

- And then what was? - I have wound up again from this conversation.

- Well, what-what. I suffered like a fool, and then the boys broke up, and I left home.

- And drove to the house?

- Well, where was to go? I was a shy girl, I would not have sat down under a bush.

Marina clearly did not understand where I was getting at.

- And there was no such thing that did not have time, could not stand it?

- Well, what are you, I already was an adult after all.

It seems that the idea that an adult girl can also be described, simply did not occur to Marina.

I decided not to strain her too much with this conversation, and, pressing her to me, I said:

- Marish, you just can not imagine what you are turning me on.

“I will do whatever you want,” she said simply.

I realized that such a moment can not be missed.

- And if I ask you not to go to the toilet, when you really want?

“I will try,” she smiled. - But only now I want to pee, and then sleep.

Outside the window it was already getting light, and I was also very sleepy.

We woke up late, outside the window a bright summer day long ago came into its own. Terribly thirsty, and in general, the hangover made itself felt. It was time for me to go home, and then Marina announced that she was also going to go to St. Petersburg today. We decided to go together. It turned out that there was no drink or food left in the house, and it was decided to have breakfast (or already have dinner) in a cafe.

Marina quickly put herself in order, combed her luxurious black hair. I forgot to say that she was the owner of gorgeous long hair, which was painted in pitch black. With her dark brown eyes, they gave her appearance a slightly oriental hue, which was very good for her.

Not far from the bus station was a good cafe, where we settled. Hurry there was no desire, and we decided to relax as much as we want, and then go to the station. Fortunately, the buses went quite often. I ordered all kinds of food, we drank beer (hangover after all) and the state of health quickly recovered.There was no toilet in the cafe, and from time to time I would go outside. After my second absence, Marina complained that, in fact, she, too, was impatient. I said that I could show her the bushes, where he had left. She twisted her lips in displeasure and replied that they were saying, okay, she was coming off later, at the station. I took another beer, and then an idea struck me. I was far from sure that yesterday’s conversation was serious, but I decided to try my luck.

- Marish, and you remember what you said yesterday? - I asked, ostensibly indifferent.

“Well, yesterday, of course, I went over well, but I remember everything,” was the answer.

- And you spoke seriously? You can't take your words back?

- Actually, I never take my words back, - Marina looked at me with a challenge. I loved her so - confident, even a little presumptuous, proud. With its slightly oriental appearance, this behavior looked very harmonious.

“You said yesterday that you would do anything I wanted.”

“Ah, I'm all at your disposal,” she declared with playful resignation, and the tension that had arisen immediately evaporated.

- What do you want, my lord? - she continued the game.

- Humility and humility! - I said pompously, entering the proposed role.

“I will do anything you want,” Marina repeated the phrase from yesterday. I realized that now she would definitely not be out of the game, and I was gripped by a strong emotion from the consciousness that my most intimate, most unrealizable fantasy would now come true.

Not because this fantasy is embodied for the first time in my life, because several of my old friends also agreed to play similar games with me. Marina simply belonged to the type of women I fantasized about most of all, imagining them with an overflowing bladder: proud, independent, but not devoid of modesty. This will never sit down under a bush or in a gate, it is below its dignity. A few phrases, dropped by Marina during our night conversation, once again convinced me that she was like that. But most of all I got the idea that with such a woman an involuntary “accident” could not happen, no matter how much she wanted. It seemed that this could not be, because there can never be. On the other hand, I understood that, according to the elementary laws of nature, any patience should have a limit. And now I had a chance to try to bring my girlfriend to this limit. In addition, this friend insanely excited me.

- Marina, I want you not to go to the toilet before our arrival in St. Petersburg, - I said, bringing another cup.

- Oh, yes, I do not care. At least until tomorrow, ”she smiled. - Let's just not dwell on this topic, okay?

I agreed, although I knew that thoughts of her condition would not leave me for a minute. We sat for another quarter of an hour, finishing our beer and talking about all sorts of trivia. I didn’t know how much Marina wanted to write, but outwardly she behaved quite naturally. We sat in a cafe for about two hours and drank three half-liter mugs of beer. It was noticeable that my girlfriend was already a bit tipsy. I refused to have the thought to offer to sit still. On the one hand, the more beer, the greater the chance that her bladder will not stand up to Peter; but on the other hand, I did not want her to get drunk. After all, then the experiment would have lost its purity - after all, I wanted its crack to unwittingly unclench because of an unbearable desire, ... Read more →