Dubai Porta Potty Stories Novels & Stories

"What is that horrible smell? Passers-by and other people lined outside waiting to use the public restroom asked one another. The servants pushed the people away from the door, circling it, like protecting Master Qiu. The people in the queue exasperatedly walked away because of their rudeness. Their clothes are now not colored purely white. Tanashiri, what is your diet completely comprised of? Your poo smelled terribly bad. Do you eat veggies? Since when did you take a dump? Are you constipated? Asshole, is there such a thing as a fragrant poo? Tanashiri smelled himself. He smelled like poo. The place is scattered with poo. The servants kicked the door open and dragged Master Qiu away.

He once dug beneath the latrine by their house where he would go to do his duty, and what he saw was something he wanted gone from his memory. "You mean, they go somewhere else other than the ground?" Robb asked Minos. "Yes. You see, in your village, all your poops just go underground, because you're a small village, very few people, so that's not an issue." "But in a city like Soliton, that has more than two-hundred thousand people living in it, where the poops go is a big problem. Just imagine, two-hundred thousand people shitting in a day, everyday in a week, for months, and years and so on. Do you know how many poops that is?"

Trish also hoped it would be the day she could earn back her bathroom privileges and stop having to squat in the middle of the street every time she needed to piss. As they wandered about the crowded downtown, Eve spent the morning plying her servant with water and juice, curious to see if she had learned anything from the previous week's "unpleasantness". Fortunately, over the week Trish had resolved her shyness about peeing in public. She had to relieve herself twice and on both occasions she was able to ignore the people watching her as she positioned herself over the storm drain. She released quickly and on cue, which minimized the time she had to spend squatting and drawing attention. A

I went unclad and tied a towel around my naked body, I was about to step into the bathroom for a clean bath when I heard a knock on the door "who's there?" I asked loudly and went close to the door I opened the pinhole cover and was shocked to see Ibrahim, my heart raced for some seconds and I left the door and went straight to the bathroom, I took my bath and cared less about his presence. I wore my pants and tied the towel to cover my breasts, I opened the door and stared at his eyes. "what do you want?, I'm leaving Dubai and you can't bet your ass that I'm not returning to this city ever again" I said with anger

I was in Dubai, not the US. I turned on my heel and went poolside, but was immediately pulled back. I almost sunk into the pool again. I panicked and then struggled to stand in the pool, annoyed by their persistent joke. “Hey, you didn't answer my question.” The curly black haired guy said in a delightful tone. I just wanted to leave this party, so I didn't answer him and went poolside again. But as soon as I turned on my heel, my arm was held tight. I frowned at the guy holding on to my arm, the curly black haired guy. Well, he looked friendly and worth getting to know, but then he looked hateful.

She remembered there was a gasoline station nearby where they can wash off the dirt and blood from their bodies. The men, without any question, followed her. When they reached the gasoline station, it was empty and closed. At 9 in the evening, it was a normal occurrence. However, the comfort rooms were never closed. It’s for the homeless people to use for their sanitary needs. This time, Harper spoke: “You guys can go first. There’s soap on every cubicle. Make yourselves clean.” – she said Asher and Anthony nodded and entered the separate cubicles of the bathroom. A minute after, Harper and Damon could hear the sound of splashing water and an open faucet.

The third was just a drawing of a very long penis with a smiley face at the tip. When I saw the pregnant message, I tossed the stick away like it was on fire. And because my life was just so awesome, it landed with a nice plinking noise in the toilet bowl. “Are you done yet?” a man’s voice called through the door. “Are you dead?” “I have diarrhea!” I yelled. “You don’t want to use this one!” “It’s the only one in the store, lady!”

I took the filled bag to the big metal bin, and then I walked around looking for trash or spillages. I made a turn at the men’s bathrooms. The bald old men were naked, chatting to each other about stock options or something. I checked the stalls, and all the toilet paper dispensers were still full. The men were in deep conversation, with their flaccid cocks hanging between their legs. It was not uncommon for old men to chat in the bathrooms while naked.

I fought the urge to enter and slap her out of her dreams. I then checked the second and it was Djafar’s. ′So I get the smallest room? What more am I in for?′ My stomach turned when I thought of the fact that there was probably more in store for me. I went on till the only door left. I opened it and once again, I almost had a heart attack. The smallest toilets ever. A shoebox! A lame shower corner with nothing but a plastic curtain or whatsoever, to cover, and a toilet seat, sink and glass on the other side. It had been thoroughly cleaned and disinfected but just the fact that it was smaller that the toilets, the servants back in Zagreh used, almost killed me.

She shuddered, but she tried to act normal. "Here on Dharavi, every house does not have a toilet because of limited land. If one need for it, yes, go to public toilets," Anil informed. "Oh, is that so?" "It looks like it's your first time to Dharavi huh?" asked Auntie Anjali looking at Zoya intently. "Yes, Auntie. This is my first time to Mumbai as well as to Dharavi." "Where do you come from?" Zoya thought for a moment, and came out a name from her mouth.