Hantu Toilet Novels & Stories

Honestly, only people with too much money would waste money on a toilet with I don't know how many functions. Hey, it's a toilet. You simply need to sit on it to pee and shit. What do you need fifteen freaking different buttons for? Probabably, it even sprays perfume or something freaky like that. The bathroom style matches the rest of the apartment. Very modern grey in grey, glass and metall. The sink is interesting it's like a huge stone which has been chopped in half and carved to build a sink. It's propped onto a dark wooden table, where our tooth brushes are also placed on, in clean fresh glasses. One is in pink and one in blue. Alright, that makes it easy.

I brоkе аwау and ѕtооd uр аnd wеnt intо the bathroom in the private room tо рее. The ѕtаllѕ were rооmiеr than any other public toilet I have seen. They wеrе likе the оnеѕ at all those five-star hotels. Thеу didn't hаvе tорѕ оn them аnd the ѕidеѕ оf thе stalls wеrе stainless steel. Whеn I finiѕhеd I ореnеd thе dооr and thеrе stood Sharon and Ellen. Their еуеѕ lооkеd like thоѕе of wild with desire and lust, аnd thеу рuѕhеd mе bасk into the ѕtаll.

I asked one of the staff, and they led me to one on the ground floor. It was as grandiose as you would expect a multimillionaire’s or a billionaire’s bathroom to be. The toilet had a heater, and it was stocked with essentials one would need. There were even tampons, small bottles of lotion, multiple handwashes to pick from, and pocket tissues. The sink was so shiny that I felt scared of using it. I wanted to hide away there until the brunch was over and I could go home, but hiding in a toilet would make things worse for me with the women who already hated my guts.

a man came in and closed it back and locked it. Blaze. “This is the women's toilet, sir! I think you are a lecturer… why you can't read!” I said curtly. "I'm thirsty!" He said standing up straight and looking at me intensely. This toilet stall is very narrow because it is designed for one person. So at this point I'm standing almost touching each other with the huge body of Blaze. Luckily I'm shorter than him, so when I stood up I only bumped into his chest occasionally. "This is where people relieve themselves… do you want to drink toilet water?"

It's unclear whose management it was under, but Scott Hall allowed it to exist and was outside the administration. "Where is it?" Hana asked. "You know the girls' toilet, located near the ledge behind the dormitory. That's it; they use their password for the janitor. Each time we go through it, we have to pay them 50 pearls of dawn and return before dawn," Bom said with a relentless long breath. "I'm going to ask Claura and Henry to come with me, and you too, Bom," Hana decided, causing Bom to jump with pleasure.

Ayo asked with something in his tone that she didn’t understand. “What verdict?” she asked innocently as she wrapped her arms around him, “Like, I said; this is perfect. Hold on, where is the kitchen, toilet and bathroom?” He pointed at her back. She looked behind and only saw the door. She raised her brow at him, and he smiled, “All outside. All tenants share a toilet, a kitchen and two bathrooms.” Tanya was so shocked that she couldn’t wipe the surprise off her face in time. “And now she is disgusted,” he said.

and the guards, the damn guards! Well no more excuses, if I can find time to runaway with a deaf stranger, four fucking times I might add, then I can find time to do my actual fucking job. I'm taking my fear and I'm shoving it far up my ass! Anyways, no offense, but Janet is insane. There is no need to do any of the stuff she’s been saying for the past thirty minutes. The toilet is already spotless I seriously cannot imagine it being any cleaner than this. I pour in a bit of all the liquids and powders she gave to me earlier and give the toilet a vigorous scrub.

His ass would rip, and no surgeon could put him back together after. Flushing the toilet like a good boy, Joe paddled back to bed excitedly with his towel laid out and toys. The lube was already a third gone, and Joe wondered if he could get more from Wanda’s for a discount. They were expensive, but he knew they were great because of that special slight aphrodisiac effect and self-sanitising properties. Coating his fingers generously, Joe slipped two fingers inside and wondered if he should be stretching himself first. The cock harness reminded Joe that he shouldn’t get erect too quickly, or putting that on would be difficult.

My nose is under attack by a stinky cloud so powerful I might just faint right here on the floor. “It stinks, I swear I would die of inhaling this acid if I don’t leave,” I murmur to myself, trying to find space beside the cramped toilet bowl. My hands are pressed to my nose, but even this action doesn’t help reduce the smell in any way. “What if someone tries to come in to take a poop? What do I do then?” I ask myself in panic. “There are over three hundred toilets; let’s hope no one is drawn to this particular one.”

Obviously, their ‘defecationaire’ as pronounced by Zubi, one of their female mate. Locked in the room along with them, the ‘defecationaire'; a bucket with a lid, given to them by their captors to answer nature’s call; was a constant source of irritation and odour. It was kept at a corner of the room as far away as it could be from everyone. It was a circular room, not small but not big enough either. “Who’s the next person to take the 'defecationaire' out?” Aisha asked, a bit too loudly for the rest of their mates benefit.