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Then unbelieving, turning into sad. Finally plain mad. The cheek of it all. Staying out all night, coming home in the morning with what was feeble excuses, before owning up to having spent the night at some tart's place. Not his words, that. He had slowly gotten to the point, which was that he intended to stay with this slut, and would she please pack her things and be gone, like, tomorrow?A year and a half of living together, and then, poof. All right. A year and a half of staying at his place, bringing mostly clothes and glass animals. He had resented the animals, but until now he had loved her clothes, especially the short and tight ones. Apparently what fit in the clothes could be exchanged at times. Fuck…
Read →She had been watching me for some time. She sat alone by a column drinking beer, and caught my eyes a couple of times, lifting her glass to me. She was dressed in a short skirt and tight top, had dark, curly hair, and was not very tall. Her clothes accentuated her rounded body, and her skirt rode up to reveal the top of her stay–up pantyhose. A woman in her thirties on the lookout.I was sitting by the bar, ready to be selected. I lifted my glass and nodded to her. The music was loud. She put her hands to her red mouth and mouthed, "dance?" and I finished my beer and rose. She came into my arms, almost sliding into place, and I felt soft breasts brush my stomach and a deliberate pressure against my groin. My…
Read →This is a story about male and female desperation. It happened at a concert last summer.... And yes... that's me in the pictures. It was a hot July night and a very popular band was playing at an outdoor concert in the park. My friend Jess, and our dates Mark and Brad were all going to go with me to the concert. It started at 9pm, but at about 7pm we all met at Mark's house to have a few drinks before we left. There would be a beer gardens there but we wanted to get buzzed before we got there. Since it was a warm night Jess and I were both wearing tank tops, me with a skirt and her with shorts. Both the guys just had on t–shirts and khaki shorts. We started with a couple shots each and then switched to beer,…
Read →Kameron woke up at 7:45 am on the dot. "Oh shit!!!" She screamed as she jumped out of bed. This was the day that Kameron was supposed to catch the 9:30 flight to Orlando, Florida. The previous night, she partied hard with some friends, so she hadn't even packed yet."Calm down, Kameron!" she mumbled to herself as she searched for her, "Travel Checklist." It was a default checklist that she always made out whenever she was traveling. It had all of the basic things that she would need to bring along on the trip. Kameron spotted the checklist hanging up on her refrigerator. She opened the fridge and took out her 32–ounce bottle of Aquafina, as she eyed the checklist quickly. She drank a huge gulp and then began to…
Read →We were watching two 3–year–old girls. It was a hot summer day so we (my friend and I) had each had three 22 OZ. cokes. About half an hour later I began to feel the urge to pee. I ignored it and figured we would be leaving soon. About 45 minutes later my urge was getting to a state of emergency so I figured we had better get going. I told the two girls it was time to go and they started crying and begging to stay. Marcy, my friend, said, "Oh come on just let them play a bit more!" I figured I'd wait. Another 20 minutes went by. I was in urgent need now of a place to pee. I knew that even if we left then with the walking speed of those kids we wouldn't be home for at least 30 minutes. It was a last resort, but…
Read →A Few Good Stories While I Wait So, I'm sitting here on my day off doing absolutely nothing. Well, not nothing...I'm listening to music and looking at dirty pictures on the Internet. A pastime I don't tell anyone about. I also have a very full bladder...another hobby I don't tell anyone about. I am so wet right now that my pants are damp, although I haven't actually lost control yet. Really, I've never gotten that far. Whether it's from fear, boredom, or intolerance to pain, I don't know, but I've tried countless times. I always end up giving in and getting on the toilet. Maybe this time... While I was living with John I discovered this odd (?) fetish of mine. He was telling me a story. It goes something…
Read →It was Wednesday afternoon at St. Peter's Hospital. Operating theatre sister Fiona Jones was arranging schedules in her office when Mr. Redman, the senior Neuro–surgeon, who said he wanted to talk about a delicate matter, interrupted her. "Next Monday," he began, "I am to try out a new type of transplant operation which will bring a great deal of money to the hospital if it is successful. It will go on for a long time, although I cannot be sure how long but it will certainly be much longer than anything we are doing at the moment. We are getting into a completely unknown area and I have been thinking about ways to guard against anything going wrong. One of the precautions I want to take against nurses needing…
Read →A few weeks ago, my class went to a factory for germs and such things in Vienna. We went there by bus, and the ride took about 3 hours. In the bus, I was sitting next to Anna, and with about 30 minutes left in the ride, I was beginning to catch first signs of growing desperation. First she was just sitting cross–legged, but soon she started to move them against each other and banging her knees. After a while, she started to look very distressed and I asked her if she was OK. She said: "Yeah, I just have to go to the toilet real bad. I hope we get there soon." This really got my attention. She continued to wiggle her legs around, and it seemed that her need was growing, as when we where nearly there, she…
Read →When Ian and Lucy had gone, Joan, who at the time was managing the shop, summoned one of the assistants to look after the shop, and then made her way to her office. She was about to sit down, when she remembered that the panties she had on were wet, and would mark her skirt. She was about to remove them when suddenly the memory of what she had witnessed looking through the spy hole in the changing cubical, came back with vivid lucidity. In her mind's eye she again saw Lucy with her legs wrapped round Ian's waist, his prick squashed up the leg of the panties thrust in her pleasure hole pumping in and out of Lucy's cunt, and how the stimulated girl had been unable to refrain from pissing when she came, soaking…
Read →Getting into the car, Ian suggested that they call for some lunch and a drink at his club. Jill was a little concerned about going in with no panties on, a predicament arising from their exploits in the car park. She felt her skirt was damp at the back, but Ian reassured her that it did not show. Going in to the club, which was very elegant, they checked in, and then proceeded to their respective toilets to freshen up. In the luxurious ladies' toilet Jill wiped her tummy and legs with a damp flannel, before applying perfume between her thighs, wishing she had retrieved some clean panties from her case. Then she repaired her make up and tidied up her hair. With one final look in the large mirror she felt…
Read →Since the beginning of high school, they always met each other at the bus stop, near their houses. Every morning Jenni would show up in her school uniform; a plaid skirt or blue slacks, a white polo shirt or a white button down shirt, and or course the white socks. She usually wore the plaid skirt to show off her long legs. Both Stacy and Jenni had blonde hair, and brown eyes, and a golden tan.As usual, Stacy got to the bus stop before Jenni arrived, so she started to study for a test. About ten minutes had gone by and Stacy was beginning to worry that Jenni wasn't going to school today. But a minute before the bus got there, Stacy saw Jenni running towards the bus stop. She felt relieved but Jenni was not…
Read →I hope some of my friends will enjoy reading about it. One day I went to a birthday party for a friend. We had plenty of beer and soft drinks and everyone was having a good time. Nothing unusual happened until the drinks started to catch up with me and I went to the bathroom to recycle some beer.The bathroom was upstairs and there didn't seem to be anyone else around so I went in but didn't bother to lock the door. I realized that I had to poop too so I sat down and started to pee. Suddenly the door opened and a girl came in. She wasn't my girl friend but we were good friends. She had her dress pulled way up and I could see her white cotton panties. Her hand was between her legs and she was rubbing her pussy.…
Read →Kate shifted her weight, balancing evenly on both feet, and moved her legs about 18 inches apart. It was going to happen any second now, so she tensed her muscles and really started to concentrate. The tension was slowly killing her, she could feel her muscles starting to quiver and she knew that once it was all over she could finally take a deep breathe and relax. It was coming, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She saw movement, her brain tracked it, and she flung herself to the right, stretching her leg as far as it would go. The hockey ball struck the outside of her pad, clipping a metal buckle, and deflected past the outside of the goalpost. "Save", she thought, as the umpire blew the…
Read →This story is based on something that happened in a ballet class I used to take. It was the first time I had witnessed a major accident by another girl who wasn't a child and I found the experience incredibly interesting. Emily rushed into the house, running late after spending too much time with her friends that morning. It was nearing noon, but there was no time for lunch as she had to rush off to ballet class in a few minutes. Thirsty more than hungry, Emily hurriedly downed a bottle of water and ate an apple, while Mom reminded her that she was running late for class. Emily had just been promoted to a trainee with the ballet company, and the rules were strict. If you missed just one class or were late…
Read →"Can we go to the mall tonight?" Kelli asked. "Sure, I guess." Meg replied, figuring anything was better than sitting around the house. Being a companion/tutor (babysitter?) was boring, but Meg needed the money. Grad School was expensive, and Kelli's parents paid better than anyone else she had worked for. Meg couldn't figure out why she really needed a companion. Kelli was a senior, she thought, and should have plenty of friends for companionship; although her small size fooled many into thinking she was younger. But hell, Meg thought, Kelli was a serious hottie. Good thing her parents didn't know of Meg's sexual preferences, she thought. And tonight Kelli looked pretty good, dressed in a pair of very tight…
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