So, I’ve been traveling for the past few weeks. New country, new language, new culture. But same old horniness. When I’m abroad I have 3 things happen: I get excruciatingly poop shy especially if the bathroom is not up to my standards if cleanliness, I unintentionally edge for much longer than intended, and I eat a lot. This story is about the first two.

Now I’m used to dirty bathrooms but I know that I physically cannot sit down or do anything if it’s unbearable. You know what else was unbearable? The stuff I got up to on here the past few days. I connected with a someone a few weeks ago and we have been having some depraved conversations. Here she was, a fiery haired porcelain skinned slender woman with an ass that seems less like a body part and more like a sculpture. Perfectly taut abs and legs and the cutest pair of tits I’ve seen in a long time. She was the stuff of Viking legends honestly. Belonged in a Disney movie about Scottish romance. But the kicker? She was married. She had a small kid. And though our banter was “flames,” as the children say, my guilty conscience rear it’s condescending head every time I finished telling her what I would do to her cunt, and how she would “suck on my dirty cum rag just to get a taste.” She was insatiable, and so was I.

But I couldn’t help but feel I was engaging in a clandestine activity letting this mother have her way with me while her child ate their carrots a few feet away and her husband worked quietly in his office. When I voiced all this, we had a tender discussion and broke things off. That was 4 days ago. Yesterday though, to neither of our surprise, my chat popped up again with the words “I miss you.” I knew that was coming. She knew what was coming. And within 10 lines we picked it up where we left off. And this time, no guilt from my end.

While, we both knew how horny we were for each other, what she didn’t know was that for the past couple of days, my libido has been off the charts. My friends and I joked that I would likely not make it to the end of my vacation, given that I had my roommate with me and it was impossible to find privacy. But he left for the weekend, and I succumbed to my carnal pleasures. Searching up old subreddits, posters, hotwife gifs, the whole kit and caboodle. While I still didn’t feel comfortable enough to jerk off, I did edge myself for a few days. Until one day, after returning from an especially hot hike, I remembered someone I used to engage with frequently, and saw that she started posting nudes. Her most recent one was a beautiful black and white picture. White lingerie. Curves that I didn’t know she had, that she kept hidden for good reason from everybody… I am sure her popularity skyrocketed the moment she hit submit. Good for her. Because that picture was the one that broke the dam. And while I still felt super guilty, and mildly disgusted that I ejaculated in my dirty bedroom, I was fortunate enough to have old laundry nearby to clean myself up.

After letting the heat of the moment dissipate into the air, I sat down and realized how weird I felt. But that didn’t stop me from, engaging with my lustful desires, with porn and other sexual vices. Now, back to the main character of the story. When we ended things, I felt disgusted with myself, and the emotional investment of a near online emotional affair led me to deleting all of my old erotica. But now, the creative juices were flowing in my body again. So I started writing. And that’s when she reached out to me. Not a clue how horny I was.

First, I sent her a voice note. Detailing exactly what I was thinking of doing to her body, and how I would treat her cunt and desecrate her soul with my carnal impulses. She responded adequately, telling me how she would let me do whatever the fuck I wanted to her pussy, and stay there like a good girl on her knees to inhale my cum and have me spit on her face. This game kept on over the past 24 hours, with my cock swelling at the mere thought of her, and her words grazing my shaft with tantalizing longing. We moved venues. we started sharing pictures again. And I woke up this morning with a lot to do. Dirty laundry that needed to be taken care of. Miles that needed to be ran. Meals that needed to be prepped. But my mind could not escape how much I wanted that perfect pussy.

I packed up my clothes and arrived at the laundromat, I was texting her every step of the way. We were unbearably horny. I brought a book to read. And while it had some smut in it, it paled and comparison to what we were texting each other. When I finally figured out how to work the machine, I sat back down to wait it out while I texted her. as a timer said “40 minutes”, I suddenly had an idea.

This place was pretty clean, and I dearly hoped the bathroom was as well. After sneaking off to the back, past some of the store vendors, I arrived at a decently well kept room that had a nice lighting. Way in the back, there was a door to a place that seemed a bit out of the way. I knew immediately what it was.

Bingo, I thought, as I strode my way into the bathroom.

The door creaked open to reveal a surprisingly clean restroom. Whether it was due to it being so out of the way and hence, low traffic, or if it was a private one for the store owners who no longer stayed here because of the weekend…I wasn’t complaining. I found a nice nook to rest my phone. My balls were throbbing and I could feel the blood gushing down my thorax and i to my pelvis, waiting to fill my cock with absolute, aching pleasure.

I found the camera and hit record. The screen was showing me a fervent young man ripping off his belt and whipping out his cock. Barely past the elastic bang lay his shaft, pointed upwards towards his bellybutton and being wrung like a wet towel to rid his balls of all the beautiful, aching semen that was building up for his pleasure. It took me no less than 1 min to shoot this video, and my load, over the sink and all over the faucet. The camera caught every fucking second of it. I was lucky that I wore a plain white shirt that day… could you imagine the mess it would’ve been had I suffered some splash damage?? As my balls quelled to a soft nestled back into my shorts and my heartbeat slowed to its usual drum, I thought of what I did.

I thought of the shame that crept through my pores and into my heart. I can’t believe the woman who spearheaded my debauchery was the same woman I swore off. And then, all this for a red-headed whore that I may be helping chest on her husband? What kind of shit am I getting myself into?

I stopd there with my cock in my hand going through the apt existential crisis, wondering what’s become of me. Then suddenly, my phone buzzed.

You there baby? she asked. You know who. The whore.

And then, my timer went off. 5 mins left.

Like Garrett Hedlund’s character at the beginning of Tron:Legacy when faced with the ultimatum to start his game, I glanced to my left, then my right, and shrugged.

I whipped out my cock again, cum still dripping off the tip of my foreskin, my balls slowly inflating back to form, and blood warming up for a second round. I hit the messaging app, clicked on the camera, and saw her face waiting for me. A coy smile crept over her face. She only said one word: Oh.

As she watched me stroke, peculiarly a shoulder strap fell off and then another. Her legs suddenly spread wide and her fingers mysteriously found their ways to her cunt. And for the next five minutes? It was game on. And nobody, not even myself, could stop me from chasing that high…