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Remember my trip out to Indiana? Well, it takes just as long to drive back home again. After we got off the bikes we decided to stay the night in town, getting up early the next morning to start the drive home, though we were still gonna split the drive into 2 days. We were in no rush to return to the real world. We were much more interested in playing. We're good at that. So the next morning we hit the road. First stop – breakfast. We'd ridden our bikes over hundreds of miles of hills and eaten our way across an entire state and back again... but we were hungry. We pull into a Cracker Barrel (shoving aside several cars in an effort to find a parking place) and I headed for the door. Mind you, it's early…
Read →Returning home at five thirty, Anne stripped off, throwing her blouse, damp skirt, and sodden knickers into the laundry basket. Lighting a couple of scented candles she ran herself a warm, soothing bath with plenty of foamy bubble bath in it. After the day she'd had, she definitely needed to pamper herself a little. She wasn't bitter or angry about what had happened – neither did she feel any self–reproach. Since the events of lunchtime she'd had plenty of opportunity to pause and reflect. The painful, unpleasant, and humiliating experience of tumbling on the office stairs and wetting herself in front of Clive had actually helped her to clarify and resolve matters of which she'd been aware for some weeks but…
Read →As promised, here's my next posting in the "Sarah" series. I've researched this carefully this evening and the timings seem about right. I was loading the washing machine after 90 minutes this evening, but I already had a cup of tea and a beer inside me when I started. Read on – you'll see what I'm going on about! Once again, this is pure fantasy, sadly there is no Sarah, and all events are fictitious. After our experiences on the beach, I couldn't wait to find out what Sarah had in mind for a holding on contest. I had to wait until we got home, because she said what she had planned would be far too messy to contemplate in the B&B we had been staying at in Cornwall. The following weekend she outlined the …
Read →I eventually got into the habit of mostly holding on all day at school and not going to the toilet. I think this probably started from spending so much time with the boys. While girls often tend to go to the toilet together, boys are much more haphazard. For example, if we were in the middle of a game of cricket or something during lunch time we'd keep playing as long as we possibly could after the bell rang, and only when it was too late to go would I realize I really could have done with a visit to the toilet. The only acceptable option then would be to just hold on for the rest of the afternoon, which I always managed to, refusing to ask to be excused during class. Having always been quite a tomboy I was…
Read →From my last story you already know of my former friend, whom I called my Bladder Queen. Here is a new – real story of how she tried to find her limits. My lovely "Bladder Queen" was a tourist guide who rode in double–decker sight seeing busses. We were in love and a couple for a few years. She often waited way too long and then (deliberately) would be shivering with her legs, to hold it a little easier. But she just did this when we both were at home. Outside she never showed any (visible) sign of her often really urgent need to pee. When she got really desperate in public, she just whispered into my ear that she could not hold it any longer. But my friend never wet her panties, not even when desperately…
Read →My girlfriend Ellen was on her way to a series of job interviews. She had on a white short–sleeved pull over blouse, a knee length black pencil skirt, and nude support pantyhose, with black pumps. She had changed her outfit several times. Ellen then called me into the bedroom. Her hands were on her stomach...which bulged out ever so slightly, and I could she you wasn't happy about it. Ellen reached into a drawer of her dresser, and pulled out some underwear. "Help me with this," as she unbuttoned your skirt and stepped out of it. Ellen then began to wriggle into this long–leg high waist panty girdle (which zipped up the side). I came over to her and hooked the side of the girdle together, and pulled up the…
Read →Anne's fingers flew across the keyboard at a rate of knots. Sally, her colleague, was on holiday in Cromer and so instead of working her usual three mornings, she'd been asked to put in a full five–day week. Clive, her boss, was throwing work at her from all directions and it was proving difficult to keep up, let alone maintain a sense of composure. She paused momentarily, draining the last drops of coffee in her cup – the fourth she'd had that morning. Excessive though it was, she needed all those infusions of caffeine, a necessity just enabling her to keep going, especially as the week was ending and fatigue was starting to set in. Looking at her watch she noticed that it was ten past twelve. Another five…
Read →This is a true story of a sighting I had of a girl my age (18) when I was in my senior year of high school. We had weekly assemblies, all standing in the open assembly area, just before lunchtime. My mates and I usually tried to stand behind a row of girls so we could check them out. I particularly enjoyed studying the shape of their bottoms under their uniforms and imagining I could see right through to their pants. One day in an assembly I found myself particularly transfixed by an extremely attractive girl in front and just across to the left. She was fairly new to the school and just perfect – not too skinny but not fat; solid, athletic looking legs that went "all the way up" before disappearing under the…
Read →Unlike my previous submissions, this one is at least based in fact. Sarah is still a figment of my imagination, as are the other characters in this tale, but most of these events did happen... 31st December 1999, and the prospect of the biggest party either of us had ever seen had Sarah and myself traveling south to London to join in the fun. We decided that the best policy would probably be to leave the car well outside the city center and take a train to Waterloo; so early in the evening we left the car at Feltham and continued our journey by rail. We arrived at Waterloo at about 7:00pm and set about deciding on a good spot to watch the fireworks from. Close to the London Eye seemed a good prospect but the…
Read →Jamie was at her aunt's house, visiting her sick cousin. Nothing serious, just a bout with the flu, but her cousin was too tired and exhausted to get out of bed for anything, including to pee. So her aunt had bought her dear cousin Marie teenager–sized diapers, to make things easier on her. Her aunt needed to run some errands, so Jamie stayed to keep Marie company. "So, um, I'm really sorry you're sick." "Yeah, me too, but it's not so bad being waited on hand and foot, and having your diaper changed like a baby." "Geez, I don't know about you, but I could never go back to diapers, having someone know when I've peed or pooped, and having them change me." "Oh, but I enjoy it. Not to mention, between you and…
Read →No resemblance to any living characters is intended or implied. Kristine had two fingers pressing on the track's hard surface, her other arm cocked at her left side. Her Nike track shoes were pressed against the starting blocks, white socks barely showing above the edge of the shoe line, her calve muscles taut, her perfectly shaped, sleek yet athletic thighs tensed as she awaited the starting gunshot. A slight sheen of perspiration shone on her legs and arms. A single drop of perspiration fell from her nose, falling to the tracks surface, a small dark circle where it fell. Crouched in starting stance, her face stared down the straightaway of the track, her butt sticking up in the air, her short green nylon…
Read →I went shopping today. I don't do that real often, at least not the cruise–the–mall, visit–every–store kind of shopping. But today I needed to buy some clothes so I found myself in a mall. There was a sale going on and I wanted to get a couple of blouses and a skirt that had been advertised, so I first went to get them, but when I got to the car with my purchases I decided there was no reason to head for home and I might as well take a wander around. I must have spent an hour or so wandering up and down the mall, checking out different stores and finally stopping to get a cup of coffee. For a while I just sat and watched the people go by, wondering about their stories and making up stories to go with their…
Read →Kari was a beautiful young girl just out of high school. She had always been incredibly shy, but her smile more than made up for it. After moving away to college she desperately needed a job to pay her bills, but in a college town, jobs can be hard to come by. She wore a tight fitting red blouse, tight khaki pants, and white cotton panties. After a long day of tedious interviews, Kari was walking back to her dorm when she realized she had far too much to drink on her lunch break. Being new in town she did not know of anywhere she could just stop in to use the rest room, plus she figured, "I'm a grown adult, I'll be fine." Her pace became quicker on the way back to her dorm as she realized she REALLY had to…
Read →I had the most exciting experience with a big bladdered woman some years ago. I found a new love with a fascinating woman for a longer time. This two–part story really happened some years ago and I have NOT elaborated or changed any of the described facts! I won't tell you her name, but she was a slim and sporty woman of 32 years at the time and had very long, dark, brown hair. She was very beautiful, and had a fascinating smile– and she had the best–trained, incredibly massive, persistent bladder that I have ever found. She was very tough and had really strong nerves– a fascinating woman also possessing many other good qualities but that's not the theme of this water sports community. For the fans of stats…
Read →This is a true story. My 2nd cousin Julia, myself, and other family and friends met up at the cemetery for the funeral of an aged great Aunt. It was not a sad event; she was over 90, but a chance to remember her life. It was a cool but nice bright January day, I saw Julia standing near the Chapel entrance, so I went over to say hello. She is 29, tall, slim, hazel eyes with mousy hair tied up. We exchanged a few words and she asked if I had been there before. I said I had, so she asked if I knew if there was a toilet near by, as she badly needed to take a leak. I said I had used a men's room last time, which was in the basement down steps outside around the back, so I guessed that there would be a ladies'…
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