'Come on, love,' he whispered. And he led me away in my wet knickers and stockings. He took me to the enclosed concrete stairwell that we'd descended earlier in the evening. I felt light-headed, almost drunk, with release. I thought we were going up to the car but he pulled me into the short corridor beneath the stairs, his grip on my wrist so tight it was uncomfortable. He pulled up my spattered skirt. 'Get these off.'
His hands tugged at my panties. Shuddering, I let him draw them down over my bum and my thighs and then I pulled the horrible reeking things off in a twisted wet knot. Terry flung them aside, then shoved me up against the concrete wall. He was breathing hard.
'Dirty girl.'
Plot:
Not
supernatural. A married couple have been out to see a
late-night
sexy movie, and when they emerge from the cinema she needs a pee. They
hurry back to their car park in the hope of reaching a toilet before
she wets herself in public. This hope is in vain, but the
aftermath is shockingly rewarding for both of them.Sexual Themes: "Female desperation." Urination.
Notes: This is a very short story - only 2000 words. And despite the 'indecent' theme it's really very sweet and romantic.
The setting (big city, late at night, the malls and car parks) is based squarely on my own trips to the cinema in a neighbouring city to watch the Bollywood movies that don't get screened in my hometown.
I use pee as a sexual theme relatively often in my fiction, considering that it features not at all in my real life. It's the primal humiliation, the sense of powerlessness, the body v. mind conflict that the body always wins in the end.
And when you're reading fiction pee doesn't smell bad!
