Dubai Porta Potty Stories Novels & Stories

While the other side of the bathroom had taps with buckets underneath it and a bowl to scoop up water to pour on the body. There were a bunch of ladies, stark naked, gossiping, chattering, and making a lot of noise as they had their bath. Every tap and shower was in use, so I had to stand at the back of someone and wait for my turn. Jada was beside me, also standing at the back of someone using the shower. “This is the real ghetto lifestyle,” Jada shook her head as she watched the chattering girls gossip as they washed their bodies underneath the shower. “You guys, I heard Lady Sandra is a barren woman and that is why her mate rejected her. Is that true?” I heard Olive ask and I rolled my ey

🩷 ✨ The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Dubai stood like a monument to forgotten dreams, its skeletal structure casting jagged shadows across the desert sand. The building had once been a thriving textile factory, but now it served as a different kind of marketplace—one where bullets were currency and blood sealed contracts.

Jax mindlinked me as everyone swam through the huge drainage pipes. “Believe me, even the air inside this sewage pipe screams of poop and piss. It is no paradise here either,” I replied and tried so hard not to gag but it was so yucky. However, our parents had trained us in far worse situations so this was still milder than those but still disgusting. “Did you do this often, Danielle ?” Samantha asked when we finally reached the end. Whew !! That was horrifying ! “Every single day for a decade and a half,” Danielle replied and everyone shuddered at that. “This route was the only way to my freedom even if it meant for a few minutes,” he added and tears welled up in my eyes. My mate had to go

Haider draped the towel around his neck and said ,"Because we are diaper buddies brother " Amina took the chance of their conversation and escape. Musa huffed and said, “When you were born ,Haider .I was wearing pants at that moment ". Haider seeking on no chance of excuses made a puppy face and said, “Please ,Let me use your bathroom ." Musa agreed and let him use his bathroom. Haider turned towards bathroom .As he reached at the door of bathroom he looked at Musa who was looking at Amina and Kiara sitting on the bed .

Dink was sure he had come across such a phenomena one afternoon when he was doing eighty a week for a software company in Silicon Valley and everyone was snorting up in the stalls of the men’s room. He found it on the back of the toilette seat when he locked the door behind him. Someone had forgotten his stash. Someone had actually taken a shit. He saw the guy walk out with a great big smile. Everyone in the line behind Dink was laughing. Dink discovered what the man found so humorous. He walked out of the pisser with the same big smile. The smile lasted till quitting time. Sonny Boy sat down in her gold lame chair with the onyx tray on her lap, and began chopping up the crystal with a razor

So I followed Hazz to the hallway to the men's bathroom. The bathroom was empty when we entered, but as soon as we closed in the cabin, some men entered. They comment on some obscenity, silly jokes, and Hazz and I kept quiet and motionless. The men left. None of them washed their hands. I made a face. "For God's sake, tell me you wash your hands," I asked Hazz. "Of course I wash," he said immediately. “Sometimes I don't even need to hold it.” "Ui, golden chick" I mocked, laughing.

"Sophia, wait here a moment. I have to meet Alabbar inside. When I'm done, I'll show you around Dubai." Tristan and Sophia are in the Emaar Business Park building on the Dubai Hills Estate. On his last day in the United Arab Emirates, his husband had to attend a brief meeting to hear the official announcement of which tender Emaar would give Foxtail in the future.

I have bragged too much everyone know I am in Dubai and I cannot just return home without taking anything back home not now that Nini's standard is almost more than mine, I have a plan to shock her , I want to buy the latest iPhone 14 , I want to own a car and another apartment and I have to impress Dave to get the contacts from him. After all the whole thing I will treat myself. I open my mouth for him to pee in and I drink it. I feel like throwing up but I pretend I was fine. He turn his butt to me and poop on my face. He unchain me and call me all sort of horrible name in Arabic. I crawl back to my room this time and he kept laughing. I crawl into my room, I crawl directly to the toilet t

“This will help to reduce the hotness. Don’t eat too much and have a stomach ache tomorrow,” “This is a bit like the fire noodles challenge,” Oscar pipes in. He’s having the much milder Thai orange duck with noodles. “You should try that one day. Whichever partner wins has to do whatever the other partner wants to do in bed…as long as it’s not that Porto-potty shit that the UAE has become popular for,” “What porto-potty shit…” Anna asks. Henry explains how men in the UAE traffic girls into the country and do some horrible sex acts on them including in many cases…being shit on.

He wanted children and a white picket fence and a garage where he could work on projects while I cooked in the kitchen. That sounded like hell to me. I left Damian at the airport and, using the card Peter gave me, booked another flight. Dubai. A city that gleamed like a gold bar under the sun, a place where nobody knew my name, where reinvention wasn’t just possible—it was expected. People came to Dubai to be larger than life, to blur their past behind skyscrapers, the ocean, and money. God, the money. With Peter’s card in my wallet—a sleek black thing with a spending limit I hadn’t yet tested—I checked into a penthouse on the Marina. Twenty-fourth floor, floor-to-ceiling windows, a concierg