Books and boxes are strewn everywhere. Michael is exhausted and covered in sweat and dirt. But it’s not a shower that he’s thinking about right now. Right now, all he wants is a quiet moment. A quiet moment to himself to masturbate. He’d just moved into his own place. Away from all the bullshit and drama of parents and college. He looked at his new abode... it would need a lot of work. But it was his. “Not yet,” he mutter...

It felt good to pee, Jasmine realized as she took the toilet paper, wiped herself and pulled up her panties. This was the beginning of a lifelong fetish. She lived for those quiet moments in the bathroom from being tense all day long, on the brink of embarrassment and humiliation, and then just releasing in solitude. But soon regular bathroom excursions weren't enough any more. She needed to up the ante. She started havin...