Sink (Preview)

Lydia’s gaze shifted back towards the hall leading to the restroom, unintentionally sending more little pangs of urgency through her lower body. She didn’t think she could wait much longer, and she couldn’t stop thinking about ‘alternative’ solutions.

The kitchen sink kept popping into her mind, even though she knew it was an impossibility. Even if she wasn’t caught in the act with her panties down around her ankles, and her nightgown lifted up as she gushed uncontrollably into the basin, it would still be awful. She’d feel pure, wonderful relief for the first several seconds, but as that faded away, it would be replaced with utter shame. Relieving herself in the sink would be so desperate, so weak… She’d never be able to erase the memory, and each time it cropped back up, she’d be left feeling like a failure.

It was RARE that Lydia peed somewhere that wasn’t a toilet. Urinating outside was so ridiculously uncomfortable for her that she’d only ever done it when there had been zero other options. The few times she’d had to use a container weighed heavily on her each time she remembered them. Sitting down on a toilet and peeing was the only thing that felt right to her, anything else was just uncomfortable at best, and made her feel like a frail, useless, weak little girl that couldn’t control her body at worst.

The only toilet in the apartment was off-limits and was going to remain that way for a while, and every ‘alternative’ was just too unpleasant to consider for very long. Lydia needed to stop limiting herself to just what existed in the apartment. Walking a long distance certainly wasn’t something she WANTED to do, but she could find another restroom if she went outside. If any of her neighbors were around, they might let her use their bathroom and, if not, she thought she could make it to a store in time if she REALLY hurried.