When I was 21, I dated an older guy he was 30 for a couple of months. One night, I stayed over at his house, and the next morning, I woke up and really had to pee. Then my boyfriend woke up. But then, suddenly, I was peeing everywhere. I starfished out for a moment in pure panic at what I had just done, and attempted to cover the wet with my body. But then we both leapt up because, well, I had just peed on us. There were a few moments of silent standoff while we both hovered over the newly soaked bed, and during that time, I wondered if it was possible that I had ejaculated. I had never done it before, but I had heard that squirting felt a lot like peeing and I wanted to believe that was what happened. And that seemed like a pretty good clue.
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So, this story is me in marching band. A bit of info: tall dark-skinned girl, with curly hair that reached my shoulders and was often pulled into a puff ball. On this typical day however, I was not the person in dire need for a toilet. My friend was. Tiny Hispanic girl without a lick of an accent unless speaking Spanish.
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I've always been kind of a late bloomer. I've always kind of figured out and experienced things a few years after most people do. You think I would learn from my friends mistakes because I've been late to every party I have ever been invited to. But no, I was just as dumb as everyone else. I was twenty years old. I had just moved in with my first girlfriend and had just inherited ten thousand dollars from my grandma passing away six months before this.
These 11 people all have learned something very unpleasant but maybe valuable? Years ago I was living and interning in India for a summer and would usually take train trips to different cities over the weekends. One weekend I was on an overnight train and was stricken with a terrible case of food poisoning half way to my destination. I made my way to the bathroom squat toilet on a moving train and proceeded to have explosive diarrhea while simultaneously vomiting all over the place. Shitting and barfing hovering over a squat toilet on a moving train with many hours to your destination really makes you take inventory of your situation. I have never experienced that level of bathroom related drama in my life. It was the perfect storm.