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It was the annual festival, with music and fairgrounds and beer tents and the usually inadequate toilet facilities. Becky knew she had waited too long. After a couple of beers she had felt the need to go, but deep in conversation she had put it off. As she finally headed for the porta loos she realized the queues had grown in proportion with her need. Sighing, she took her place at the end of the line. Becky was a short girl of twenty–nine, dressed in very tight white pants and a blue tee shirt. Her body was round in the hips, but she had a narrow waist, although her belly echoed the roundness of her bottom. With short brown hair and a nice smile she usually made friends fast. She put her weight on her other…
Read →For the past 2 years I have been surfing around on the Internet in the search of real desperation and sometimes I have gotten in touch with girls who like it too. On one particular day I was busy reading and writing a lot of SMS messages using my mobile phone with a nice girl who was very curious about my actual situation. So, after work I decided to go to a bar (pub) to meet friends and to drink some beers. After a while I had to pee but decided not to go to the bathroom and thought that I would try to leave the bar at the point where I could just imagine making it all the way home. I always take the train and the bus to go to work and that day wasn't any different. It was evening and beginning to get dark…
Read →Our Date (For the Gals) I'm twirling around, somewhat slowly, finishing a decidedly amateur version of a camel back spin, the announcer blaring that "open ice is over". The other skaters begin to clear the ice, the overprotective mothers hovering over their next superstar wunderkind child, the harried parents yelling at their hopefully NHL destined little boy, the romantic couples skating a few extra laps lazily around the rink, arm in arm, seemingly oblivious to the announcers call. The dusk sky slowly rolls in, yet it's still somewhat warm out. The rink, a public outdoors facility, shuts down early on Fridays for maintenance. I'm still amazed they kept it running today. While the ice was a little slippery,…
Read →Our Date ( For the Guys ) The strong smell of chlorine fills the air. The concrete walls echo with the screaming of children, teens and nervous parents. It's two o'clock and my shift is over. I survey the scene on this busy Saturday; take the empty water bottle with me as my replacement shows up. As I climb down the ladder from the watch chair I'm aware how badly I need to use the bathroom. No breaks today, another lifeguard called in sick, and it's been four hours without a pee break, and with as much water as I had, I'm about to burst. My red lifeguard bathing suit fits tightly over my 5' 6" body, my long dark hair tied up in a bun. I fidget as I sign out, the tight fabric of my bathing suit clinging to my…
Read →There was the usual drinking and pot smoking and since we were out in the middle of nowhere, there were no places to "go" for the ladies. Anyway, this one girl was consuming a copious amount of alcohol and we all know what that does to people. It lowers your inhibitions and makes you have to pee every 10 minutes. Meg, the girl in question was always a bit of an exhibitionist and quite open about her body. We were all gathered around the fire and she kept saying "man I really have to pee." After about the 4th time she said this she said "Fuck it, I am just gonna go right here" so she stepped back about 3 feet from the fire, turned her back towards us and let rip one of the most powerful streams I have ever…
Read →Homer Snikshot is a lucky man. This document begins the arduous and exhausting work, which chronicles the adventures of the infamous couple consisting of Homer Rufus Snikshot and Matilda Lou Cravencrotch. Matilda is considered a demure little thing in some circles. Say, a circle of hairy mastodons, which, coincidentally, are a pretty good likeness of the ...ahem ...little lady. But, being fair to the mastodons, if she had come along first they would now be known simply as mastodons. She is, as they are called in polite society, a large and lovely, albeit hairy, lady. How large, you inquire? If she had been around when toilets were invented they certainly wouldn't have been put in a closet and the pipes would…
Read →Note: The first ten limericks are from Cascade Magazine, which gave Lynn the inspiration to write a few of her own– enjoy! There was a young schoolgirl called NatWho sat in her class rubbing her twat. She liked being naughty, It made her feel horny, So she pissed in her pants where she sat! There was a young girl called Jo Who woke up dying to go She sleepily said, "I think I'll pee in my bed." Then she frigged herself off in mid flow! There was a young girl called Louise. Who just loved to flirt and to tease– She lifts up her dress And I think you can guess That it's into her pants that she pees! There was a girl named Kate Who needed the loo – couldn't wait. So she let go the lot In her clothes – guess…
Read →Jenny, as the only women driver who worked for the coach company, always liked to arrive early, both to avoid any criticism in a male dominated job, and to give herself time to get ready before taking her coach out. Hence she wasn't happy when the yard manager was waiting as she arrived. "Change of plan, I'm afraid, Jenny," he greeted her. "Bill has gone sick, so you'll have to do his job, it's urgent, there's nobody else here yet. The coach is outside ready, fuelled and everything, instructions on the wheel. Better get moving– you haven't got much time." He pointed to a coach parked opposite and turned away with a parting "Good girl, you've saved my life!" before Jenny had a chance to say anything. She…
Read →When I finally completed my divorce and moved to Michigan, I was so happy to be away from ex in Florida and near my sister. After a month of being a single parent of three relocated teenagers, my sister and her husband invited me for a much–needed day on their powerboat. It was a hot day so I drank a lot of water on the way. Because of the stress I had been under, they had lots of drinks prepared– a cooler full of beer, margaritas and bloody marys ready to go. I am not an alcoholic by any means, but I do love my happy hour. The first hour was great, going up and down Lake Michigan. It got much cooler out on the lake but the more I drank the less it bothered me. It was really fun, until... It started as…
Read →Stacy switched gear and the car sped across in a frenzy. Her rapidly filling bladder was already giving distress signals. Stacy had very little time for her fashion show. She had a 45–minute drive ahead of her and she had no idea if she would ever reach the place in time. She hoped that she would. At the same time, she was very apprehensive. This was her first major show, and she was one of the girls who was selected, groomed and trained for the big show. She was part of a 30–member model team who were supposed to make their presence felt. Stacy had just turned 18 a month ago. She felt like a woman when she thought about her age, but at the same time, her body betrayed her falsely. Stacy was a brunette, stood…
Read →Emily and I had hit it off from the time we had first met at a political gathering. She had approached me to provide positive commentary on something I had said at the meeting. From then on, I could easily tell she was sucking up to me, praising my "brilliance," but in such a delicious way! We dated for a few weeks. I invited her over to my place for dinner, and she reciprocated at hers. There's a considerable age difference between us, so initially we engaged as "friend and mentor." Then one weekend when we were out hiking in an isolated canyon, she turned to me and said coyly, "I need a bathroom, but I really detest the idea of dropping my trousers in this buggy place. Would you be terribly offended if just…
Read →After what had seemed like an interminable Friday of classes at the NYU Downtown Campus, Katie McDonald, a 21–year–old graduate student in political economics, neatly arranged her books and materials in her tote pack and strode confidently out toward Washington Square. During the walk, she exchanged pleasantries with her classmates Rita Kudner and Boyd Hamilton, though declined an invitation to a student sleepover at someone's parents' house on the Upper East Side. Katie had other things in mind. Nearing the park, Katie managed to disengage from Rita and Boyd, who were heading for the subway. She strode over to a bench on the west side of the park, straightened her medium–length navy blue skirt and India…
Read →The most daring I have ever been was in July of this year. It was a Sunday afternoon, chilly but crisp and clear. I was sitting on the balcony of my apartment, drinking beer with my new flat mate, Anna. We were chatting away comfortably when she mentioned the time she had wet herself after a university pub–crawl. I was instantly aroused, and tipsy enough to press her for more details. Anna was very obliging, in no way guessing that she had inadvertently stepped right into the territory of my secret passion. Then she turned it round, and asked me when I last had an accident. I couldn't tiptoe round the issue, for the beer had made me alarmingly honest. I felt myself go bright red, and Anna, realizing straight…
Read →This is another little vignette that takes place in ca 1930 at the vast, pastoral estate in England known as Bish Manor. We begin with Derrick, a tall, thin, respectable no–nonsense type. He was a handsome gentleman, and was avidly involved in the social circles, attended all the parties, and kept himself at all times blithe and charming. After all, one never knew where one's future fianc'e might be lurking, and marrying well was an object most sought after by his crowd. He thereby began his day, an outing to Bish Manor, with a bright and innocent temperament. There was nothing more on his mind but than to get nicely sloshed, play a little cricket outdoors with the fellows, have a good cigar and do a spot of…
Read →Gillian sat in the bus shelter with her flat mate Linda. The party was over, it was late and she had to pee like crazy. Pulling down on her short black mini–dress, she crossed her legs and put her purse in her lap. Linda glanced at her. Gillian smiled and rocked a little. –Got to go, she said. — Me too, Linda admitted, sitting on the edge of the seat with arched back. Her low–cut jeans revealed red thong panties where her tight sweater didn't reach. Gillian rose, hoping standing up would ease the pressure. It didn't. She rocked on her feet and rubbed her belly. –I really have to go, she said. Linda just bit her lip and squeezed her knees together. — And if I go behind those bushes, the bus will come and I…
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