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This is a follow–up of Millan's previous story that you can find here: Scaring Myself I woke up kind of early and something felt weird. I had been dreaming about what I was going to spend the day doing, and I already had two ideas that I didn't have time for yesterday. I yawned and stretched a bit; still terribly sleepy it took a while for me to notice what was feeling so odd'As I turned over I felt the plastic cover against me and I noticed that I was peeing. That's why I woke up! I was wetting the bed! It had never happened to me before, and I guess the constant bladder torturing the day before was the cause. Actually it was nothing more than a drop before I woke up but I would like to call it a bed wetting…
Read →This story contains Female Desperation, Female Peeing, Male Peeing, and Sex. This is a memoir of real events, which took place in the early 1980's, in the Spring, long after Mardi Gras, probably in May. My partner was "Michelle" (not her real name, of course), my girlfriend of the time, who became a long term friend and lover, over more than 10 years. This trip did a lot to make our relationship closer and more intimate. It happened early in our time together, probably about two years after we originally met. At that time, she was a petite, slender lady, with dark hair, green eyes, very smooth skin, and naturally very sparse pubic hair. She was so "pee shy", when I met her, that she ran tap water to cover her…
Read →The following story is a true account which was retold to me by my friend Amber. Names have been changed but details have been kept completely true as they were recounted to me. This story includes female desperation and female wetting.Amber was 18 at the time, a bit curvier/heavier with double D breasts, dirty blonde medium length wavy hair, an ample bottom and a very pretty face. We have been best friends for years so she filled me in on some of the more intimate details most friends probably wouldn't share. Based on outings with her, she has an average bladder but alcohol goes right through her. On this day she was wearing tight light washed skinny jeans and a red and white low cut tanktop. She favored…
Read →This story contains Female Desperation, Deliberate Wetting, Humiliation, Golden Showers, and Domination. My parents didn't think I should be given a car, so usually I preferred riding my bike to school. But since that memorable day, I chose to walk home more often, benefitting from the fact that I could get a lift in the morning by a neighbor working close to my school. I knew my parents didn't expect me home at a specific time ' after all I was old enough to care for myself ' and I kept wandering along quiet roads, immersed in memories of "Lady Birch": In my dreams I had needed a name for her, so I christened her after the tree standing in her front yard.At the same time, Lady Birch had started to feel qualms…
Read →I met Beth on my first day of class my freshman year in 2010. We hit it off right away and would usually meet after class at the coffee shop. Beth was living in the dorms and I had a small apartment off campus. One day while on our way to grab some lunch Beth said we better hurry as she needed to go to the bathroom and if we didn't soon get there she might wet her pants. I immediately took notice as I was not only a secret bed wetter but I have enjoyed peeing my pants since I was in elementary school. I quickly agreed with her and said that I also had to pee badly and didn't want to have an accident either. Beth laughed and said," I know as I have had a few accidents" and I said "I know, me too" and I told her…
Read →Prologue As she was pulling into the parking site at the largest supermarket in town, she felt her bladder tingle. A part of her now wished she had used the toilet before embarking on the weekly grocery shopping.But how urgent would her need to pee become? This morning, she had had quite some milk in her cereal, drank two glasses of fresh garden fruit smoothie ' there were just so many fruit in her garden ' and later she had slowly sipped through the contents of two bottles of mineral water whilst going about the normal house work. Too late she realized now that this comprised quite a quantity of liquid which had been slowly filtering through her system since.The last speed bump ' the movement vibrated through…
Read →Part 1 Something very strange happened to me a couple of months back that I'm still trying to make sense of. It's said that sexual response changes as we age so maybe that's it ' all I know is that I'm still trying to work it out. Here's what happened. I had met up with an old friend for a Friday evening drink after work ' well she was drinking wine, I was driving so was on fizzy water but still had several glasses. Despite the water I didn't feel any need to pee before we left and nor did Jane so neither of us visited the ladies. The drive to Jane's house and then home normally takes about half an hour so I had no real concerns about being caught short. As she was getting into the car Jane muttered that she…
Read →Nissa shivered with excitement as she hung up the phone. She had just received a call from Lindsey Hoover. LINDSEY HOOVER!!! The guitarist and lead singer of the band she had worshipped practically all her life! In her wildest dreams of becoming a rock star, she had never anticipated THIS. A 5'1"–110 pound, black–haired eighteen year old who had just graduated high school last week was going on tour with her favourite band, TrashFlinger! She HAD to be dreaming. Nissa pinched herself to make sure she was awake before dialling up her band mates to reveal the news. Since Grade 8, Nissa and her best friends had been fans of TrashFlinger, a local punk rock band that had been kicking around for almost ten years now.…
Read →This happened several years ago now when I was going out with lad who was a real football fanatic. Fortunately I enjoy the game as well, especially as most Saturday afternoons found us in the stands at our local ground. Nothing exciting – only second division, and not just the team. The facilities at the ground were limited and basic with few toilets for either sex. Those that were provided were scruffy, dirty and best avoided unless absolutely desperate.Of course, having had a jar or two in the pub before the match, sitting or standing in the cold were a simple recipe for desperation. Many times I found that I had to push through the crowd at half–time and again before we left, often queuing for a while in…
Read →At the ripe age of 52 I thought I knew myself sexually yet, I recently discovered a new facet, totally unexpected and very much by accident. The accident in question being in my knickers, down my legs and in a spreading puddle on the bathroom floor! I wet myself! I'm still not sure why it happened. I can usually hold on quite well when desperate, though as with many women my age Tena Lady are essential wear when I have a bad cough, as having had three children does rather weaken ones pelvic floor.Anyway, I had utterly and completely wet my knickers, tights, control pants (which I wear over my tights), skirt, everything, something that I had rarely done before in my adult life other than a few occasions when…
Read →This story is pure fantasy. It contains desperation, wetting, and a sex scene. This is my fantasy, as a 20–something male. I wanted to finally get IT down, that perfect fetishist encounter (for me). Fan meets fan, and a mutual interest is discovered in the most garish way possible.I met Stacy at school. We were both what you might call "professional" students. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend of some years because the demands of my education were too much. I waited a while before getting back onto the dating scene, but I knew when I did it would have to be with someone who was similar to me. Stacy and I were the same year, gunning for the same career, so you don't get much more similarity then that.…
Read →"Burns Tower– Even his building sounds scary." Karen Squire thought to herself, opening one of the two giant glass doors with gold–plated handles. It was by no means the tallest tower in New York City, but definitely one of the city's finest. It had been constructed over the past two years, 1988 and 1989.The rumour on the street whispered that it had cost Stephen Burns Jr. over twenty million dollars.Glancing at the directory sign, Karen confirmed that she was going to the top floor and hit the elevator button. She took a sip of her large coffee as the elevator arrived. It had been a restless night, with a big day looming. She had finally fallen asleep around 3 am, only to be awakened by her alarm four hours…
Read →Let me begin by saying that I don't make a habit of wetting myself, certainly not deliberately as I did last Sunday. Like most women I've had the occasional major accident (and since having children plenty of experience of those embarrassing little leaks Tena lady can be a saviour at times!). However, apart from a couple of drunken accidents at University when I wet myself on the way back to halls anything more than damp knickers has been rare, though not unheard of, as I have occasionally left it rather late and wet my knickers sat on the loo when I couldn't get them down in time.However, back to last Sunday. My husband and I had gone to the local pub for a snack and drink prior to going for a walk on the…
Read →It was the beginning of the new year, and the end of our vacation away from the real world. We were on our way back to Virginia, Chris and I, and it was a awful day, dreary and rainy, to match our mood. Neither of us wanted to leave North Carolina and go back to our jobs, to not seeing each other every day. I had decided that morning, after a particularly rousing round of morning sex, that I would indulge Chris's little fetish and not go to the bathroom until we arrived home that evening. I had learned about his fascination with female desperation and wetting a few months before and the idea had started to grow on me. I even found myself getting turned on whenever I had to go, and had discovered that peeing…
Read →Alone at Last It was the Friday of Spring Break. 18 year old Emmie finally had her dorm room to herself. Her roommate had left earlier that afternoon, along with all of the other girls. She herself would be leaving in the morning, to go spend the week in the mountains with her boyfriend, Eric, but tonight was hers and hers alone.She filled the bathtub up with hot water, and got everything she needed ready: three huge bottle of her favorite sports drinks, her favorite pajamas, a bottle of personal lubricant, and her trusty little blue friend, the vibrator she had bought back in high school. Emmie slid out of her silky black robe (a gift from Eric) and started to step into the bathtub. She then remembered…
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