“All women do it,” or else: “This is what all women do,” called the wonderful film by Tinto Brass. I called this text also, because I am sure that this title is appropriate like no other. In addition, if you have seen the films of Tinto Brass, you will surely agree that our beliefs with him completely coincide. So, it will be about:

Instead of the preface

For most normal men, the kind of woman who masters a little need causes at least arousal. Do not deny it. What will you do if, passing through the courtyard, you accidentally see a piece of white backside of an old woman who is still old, who believes that she is safely hiding behind the garbage can and hear a characteristic streaming sound made by a tense hurried stream? Rape? Hardly. Run away, headlong, spitting and cursing? Also unlikely. You, most likely, will try, in passing, to see the maximum, and what you have not seen is to imagine better.

Surely, each of us became a willing or involuntary witness to the urination of women. Someone will forget about it immediately, and someone will get excited and in the evening will fuck his wife / girlfriend for five points.

Indeed, there is something very personal in the urination of a woman, very, I would say, erotic and exciting. For me personally, the impression is amplified many times when this act is not directed in advance, but occurs naturally in a normal life situation. This is the case when you become a casual witness to this amazing sacrament.

I want to share a few real cases from my life. Nothing here is made up.

Why do women pee from priests?

Women attracted me from early childhood. At the same time in four I was extremely interested in sex differences. One of the most significant manifestations of gender for me at that time was the manner of sexes in people going to the toilet.

I remember well the summer camp in kindergarten - the so-called "cottage". It was 1972 minutes. All educators (all of them were women) were divided for us into “good” and “evil”. The "Good" showed us at least some human feelings, while the "evil" did not consider us to be people. Probably the first time I really noticed and appreciated sex differences, happened exactly then.

In the camp, we had shared toilets. So common that even the partitions were not there. Apparently, the educators somehow monitored to prevent the mass simultaneous coping with the needs of girls and boys. On the other hand, it was hardly then that I perceived my peers as women, and the fact that they sat down on the toilet whenever they visited the toilet could have been perceived by me as a manifestation of girlish nonsense. In any case, up to the moment described now, I did not think about significant anatomical differences between men and women.

So, in this very toilet without partitions, at a quiet hour, I sat and corny in solitude poked. Suddenly, the teacher entered the toilet. I don't remember her name, but definitely it was an “evil” teacher. I suspect that the tutors had their own separate toilet, since such a case with me no longer repeated. However, she apparently decided to use the children's toilet - at a quiet hour, what's the difference? I can hardly estimate her age now. At four years this is not yet given. However, recalling what I saw, it can be said that she was definitely not old. She was probably a little over thirty.

As befits the "evil" teacher, she gave me a fierce look. I shrank all over - well, I think it will fall now for not sleeping in the quiet hour. It seems that my presence did not bother the "evil" teacher. There were three toilets in the toilet. I sat on the middle. Toilets were children's - small.The teacher went to the toilet on the right, turned her back to him and with her usual movement lifted up her dressing gown. "Now she will be crap," I thought. The teacher pulled the pants up to her knees and sat awkwardly over the toilet (as I said, the toilet was low - childish). I saw her looking between her legs so as not to miss the toilet. She did not sit on the toilet seat, but she had to sit quite deeply. From her backside to the edge of the toilet, there were twenty centimeters. Finally, the correct position was chosen.

The next moment, I saw something that turned my ideas about the world and for a long time led me to bewilderment and delusion about the female anatomy. I carefully looked at the profile of the "evil" teacher. I saw her white thigh and even more white panties, rolled into a tube on his knees. Suddenly, suddenly the air was broken by a whistling sound and a wide stream of urine escaped from under the teacher. A moment later a loud hiss was added to the whistle: sh-sh-sh-sh-sh. The jet struck at an angle of forty-five degrees in the faience of the toilet. The woman's urine was almost transparent, and the flow was flattened - almost flat and had a vertical cross section. Its jet was not less than three or four centimeters wide and was still widening towards the bottom. The width of the stream changed, it took on various rather intricate forms, sometimes resembled a pigtail, and at some point even doubled. At the same time, in the third direction vertically down straight from under the priests of the teacher, single drops of urine, which had broken off from the common stream, were instilled.

I watched from all eyes. In the head at the same time, dozens of questions arose one another more foolishly: if the teacher of the village crap, then why is she writing? Where is her cockerel? Some questions have disappeared by themselves. I immediately explained the amazing power with which a jet of urine erupted from a woman by the fact that the teacher was clearly out of sorts - because she was an “evil” teacher. I began to carefully consider the source of this amazing stream. An untidy, as it seemed to me, piece of black fur, which was unnaturally stuck between the woman’s legs, rushed into my eyes. He was pushed down by the half-shaft. Separate hairs were knocked out of the common bush. It was from this fur that the jet broke out.

At some point, a small red-pink piece of skin appeared from these thickets. He seemed thin and defenseless as a petal. His color contrasted sharply with the white, not tanned thigh of a woman, creating the impression of a wicked between the "evil" teacher. Apparently, a wide flow of fluid pouring into the toilet, touched this strange piece, because it constantly vibrated slightly. He didn’t get out until the end of urination (Remembering this scene now, I think it was visible to me, that is, the left labia’s small labia.) I’m acquainted with a woman who has small labia jutting out. large. When she pisses, the front edges of her small genital sponges freely rinse in a stream of urine).

In any case, this piece of skin looked a little like a cockerel. This means that the “evil” teacher has a cock in general. Guess that in addition to the anus, the woman also has a special one, in order to write, she was beyond my strength at that time. It was then that I made the assumption that women are pissing from priests.

At this time, the stream of "evil" teacher began to weaken. The urine had been free for some time already, almost without pressure, flowing vertically down a narrow stream. The amazing whistling and hissing of the air stopped, and now the sound made to her resembled a stream of water flowing from a half-open tap.

Looks like she was finishing writing. At that moment, she finally noticed my existence and, most importantly, my interest in what she was doing. “Do you have nothing to do?” - the direct question was asked, - “Well, let's get out of here.” I somehow wiped myself and a bullet jumped out of the toilet.

Immediately after this incident, I thought for a long time about how women are actually arranged. This question did not give me rest.I even had dreams, nightmares, in which the “evil” teachers wrote from the priests, and the “good” had neat cockesses.

I tried to immediately get an answer to the questions that tormented me who could even ...