To wee or not to wee

I know, I know – I apologise for the title of the post… shame on me!

But I wanted to share this and see what you think. I don’t write about water sports or anything like that in my books but there have been a couple of innocent references to sexual excitement based on wee wee that had to be cut from the final manuscript as per the publisher’s rules. I am happy to take things out if the publisher has rules because that’s just the way it is. Also – these scenes don’t change the story and if I felt so strongly about it, I would have pursued a publisher who would accept these bits. I just wanted to share the before and afters with you and ask what you reckon. Do these scenes make you squeamish or are they a natural innocent response to a bodily function?  

This is from Mia’s Books

before

Mia watched as
Selena left her desk and headed to the bathroom. It was now or never.
She got to her feet and wobbled slightly on her heels as she tried to
catch up with Selena. Her inner thighs were sticky with want and last
night’s sex and she was sure it was coming off her in waves. She
paused outside the bathroom door. Was she really about to do this?
She went in and locked the door behind her. She could hear the
trickle of Selena’s pee and it thrilled her. She pressed her hand
to her own breast and massaged it through her shirt. At last she
heard the toilet flush and Selena appeared.

“Oh hi, um…”

“Mia,” said Mia
staring straight into the other woman’s face. Selena looked Mia up
and down slowly and Mia began to feel nervous.

“Oh, yeah,” she
said absently and turned to the mirror to apply some lipstick. “Can
I help you with something, Mia?”

Mia was trembling
now and her pussy was flooding with excitement. She felt her nipples
strain in her bra and took a breath. “Maybe,” she said and moved
behind Selena pressing herself into her buttocks as she leaned over
the sink.
after
Mia got to her feet and wobbled slightly on her heels as she tried to catch up with Selena. Her inner thighs were sticky with want and last night’s sex, and she was sure it was coming off her in waves. She paused outside the bathroom. Was she really about to do this? 
Taking a breath, she went in and locked the door behind her. She could hear Selena fumbling about in the cubicle and imagined her pulling up her panties and zipping her skirt. It was thrilling, and Mia pressed her hand to her own breast and massaged it through her shirt. 
At last she heard the toilet flush and Selena appeared. 
“Oh, hi, um…” 
“Mia,” she said, staring straight into the other woman’s face. Selena looked Mia up and down slowly, and Mia began to feel nervous. 
“Oh, yeah,” Selena said absently and turned to the mirror to apply some lipstick. “Can I help you with something, Mia?” 
And here’s another before and after from The Meeting Point
before
He
was torn between terror and sheer euphoria and he could tell by her
breathing that Lena was feeling the same. Lovers on the run again.
He
dropped her to the ground a little less gracefully than he intended
and a tiny stifled yelp had them both freeze.

“Sorry,”
he whispered feeling down to her face to see if she was ok.

“I’m
fine, I just got a fright, that’s all.”

He
crouched down on his heels and started to kiss her. All the
heightened pressure was making him ache for release. Everything was
so tense and as their lips met, static leapt between them causing
another tiny yelp.

“Shh.”
The noise hissed through his teeth into hers and the intensity made
him giggle a little into her mouth. By the shaking he could feel she
was experiencing the same nervous tension. He slumped into her still
shaking with humour trembling through their bodies.

“Angelo,”
started Lena but the noise was muffled and with saliva and his lips
clamped to hers. She tried again, “Angelo, I’m going to pee
myself, stop.” It wasn’t exactly erotic but somehow it was
arousing. Angelo couldn’t help himself and tickled her ribs making
her squirm and squeal. Her sharp clawing little fingernails dug into
his arms with ferocity. “Stop!”

“I
can’t,” he whispered pressing his lips into her neck. “It gets
me hard to know you’re completely at my mercy.”

She
twisted in his grasp but the scratching had stopped. Her body relaxed
as his tickling slowed and became more of a sensual stroking to her
sides and chest. Suddenly he wanted to know what it would feel like
to have her hot piss leak out on to him, her, mortified with
embarrassment.
He
was rock hard as he imagined her unease then relief, like a shameful
climax. He wanted to feel the pressure of her full bladder release
around him. By the way she was now nudging her kisses into his neck,
he could tell she was feeling horny too.
He
reached up under her skirts and cupped her heaving mound him his
palm.
Dare
he coax it from her? Would she be horrified? She began to twist her
hips and hump his hand while she reached in and pulled out his cock.
He was so lost in his fantasy that when she wrapped her fingers
around him and stroked him hard and fast, he started sputtering and
twitching almost instantly and came over her in a long stream of
milky fluid.

“Oh,
god,” he whispered, shocked by what had just happened. “I’m so
sorry, I was just…” He pulled himself free as she slowly climbed
off his hand.

“Shh,”
whispered Lena almost silently. “It’s the tension. It’s too
much. It’s probably for the best it was so quick.” She leaned her
head on his shoulder and he could tell she was smiling.

“Yes,
it’s the tension,” he agreed thankful he had an excuse.


after
 He was torn between terror and sheer euphoria, and he could tell by her breathing that Lena was feeling the same. Lovers on the run again. 
He dropped her to the ground a little less gracefully than he intended and a tiny stifled yelp made them both freeze. 
“Sorry,” he whispered, feeling down to her face to see if she was okay. 
“I’m fine. I just got a fright, that’s all.” 
He crouched down on his heels and started to kiss her. All the heightened pressure was making him ache for release. Everything was so tense, and as their lips met, static leaped between them, causing another tiny yelp. 
“Shh.” The noise hissed through his teeth into hers and the intensity made him giggle a little into her mouth. By the shaking, he could feel she was experiencing the same nervous tension. He slumped into her, still shaking, with humor trembling through their bodies. 
“Angelo,” Lena started, but the noise was muffled with his lips clamped to hers. She pulled back a little and tried again. 
“Angelo, I’m going to pee myself, stop.” He smiled at her admission and in a flash of devilment, tickled her ribs, making her squirm and squeal. Her sharp, clawing little fingernails dug into his arms with ferocity. 
“Stop!” 
“I can’t,” he whispered, pressing his lips into her neck. “It gets me hard to know you’re completely at my mercy.” She twisted in his grasp, but the scratching had stopped. Her body relaxed as his tickling slowed and became more of a sensual stroking to her sides and chest. He wanted her. It was overwhelming. The unease and tension had his arousal ramped up higher than he’d ever felt. He was rock hard as he pulled her to him, and by the way she was now nudging her kisses into his neck, he could tell she was horny too. He reached up under her skirts and cupped her heaving mound in his palm. She began to twist her hips and hump his hand while she reached in and pulled out his cock. He was so lost in his yearning that when she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him hard and fast, he started sputtering and twitching almost instantly and came over her in a long stream of milky fluid. 
“Oh God,” he whispered, shocked by what had just happened. “I’m so sorry. I was just…” He pulled himself free as she slowly climbed off his hand. 
“Shh,” Lena whispered almost silently. “It’s the tension. It’s too much. It’s probably for the best it was so quick.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he could tell she was smiling. 
“Yes, it’s the tension,” he agreed, thankful he had an excuse.
There you have it. 
Thanks for reading – 

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