Fienie’s smirk widened as she watched my stream of urine arc up and then into the grass. But I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, I was different. The fact that Fienie was so open and unafraid was both exhilarating and a little intimidating. She was in a bad way and wanted out so before sunrise one morning Bardin and Elara smuggled Fienie away from the circus and they all continued west into the country. “At least, I’d recommend you talk yourself out of it.”
“What?” I responded, startled. It was then that I felt a thrill run through me as I realised that I was actually enjoying this somewhat unexpected turn of events. I need to take a leak too.” responds Fienie. I joined them, feeling strangely out of place, as if I’d just woken up from a vivid dream. Fienie was a creature of pleasure, a temptress who played with hearts and desires. She leaned in and just above a whisper said “Oh maybe I was a little preemptive in calling you little sausage” as she looked down at my now hard 7 inch dick. I go to do my pants back up but I pause again this time feeling the immense pressure to pee.
