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There was no doubt in the collective minds of any of Kristi's family. The tall blonde eighteen year old could pee. Not pee in the conventional average normal definition of the word. No, her urinations could easily take on superhuman characteristics in the early morning hours of dawn. The incessant endless splattering of her urine acted as an alarm clock for her two sisters and her mother still in their beds. Her characteristic interval pee–pause, pee and pause would drone on and on, until at last the very unrelenting unceasing nature of it would finally rouse the other three who would file into the bathroom shaking their heads. As Kristi blossomed into young womanhood, puberty seemed to of had the…
Read →This is an incident that happened a long time ago when my husband (Bill) and I were just starting to date. It was a warm day in June and Bill picked me up for a long drive in the country. We were driving aimlessly around near Hartford, CT trying to decide where to go when Bill said: "Let's drive up to Massachusetts and visit my sister." Nothing unusual happened on the long 2–hour ride to MA. We stopped and picked up some beer and a bottle of wine and arrived late in the afternoon. When we arrived, I needed to pee but not very bad; I just had to squeeze my pee hole muscles a little tighter to keep from dribbling in my panties. Bill's sister lived alone in a 1–bedroom bungalow on the outskirts of town. She was…
Read →I began plotting ways to get my girlfriends into situations where they were at the brink with no restroom at their disposal. I know that sounds evil, but it has become such a turn on for me. A couple of weeks back one of my plans worked out better than I had thought it would. It all started one week when a girlfriend of mine from work, Pam, asked what I was doing over the weekend. I replied that I had not much in mind but suggested that maybe we could catch a movie or something. She sounded interested and asked me to call her with plans. A couple of days later I scanned the movie listings and saw that Lord of the Rings was playing. This grabbed my interest because my friends had seen it and told me that it was…
Read →Measure for Measure for Pleasure ( Part 5 ) JANE'S REVENGE Jane and her mum were staying with her aunt and her daughter Katie for a short holiday. Jane had arrived suffering from a bladder complaint that left her with feeble control of her bladder and inclined toward having accidents. Her embarrassing state would be made worse if any sexual stimulation were indulged in; as it inevitably delayed the time it would take for the complaint to get better. Unfortunately, the medication that Jane was taking had a side effect that caused such vaginal irritation it drove Jane to near nymphomania. To make matters worse, the doctor had Jane fitted with a panty girdle that acted like a chastity belt, to prevent scratching…
Read →Jill sat in the corner seat of the train compartment; she felt and looked seductive in her new yellow two–piece suit. The pleated mini skirt showed her legs to good advantage, together with the black sheer stockings held in place with a matching frilly suspender belt, black patent leather shoes. She felt confident that he would be impressed with her appearance. Jill was aware of Ian's predilection regarding water sports, and knicker wetting. In fact it was she who, in the earlier stages of their relationship, could be credited with his induction into the delights of wet love. The last time he had talked to her was only last night. Speaking to her on the telephone he had been describing what they could do when…
Read →I'm an 18–year–old high school student and umm... wetting has become my kink so to speak. So here are the events from one Sunday afternoon. Enjoy. It was a very... hmm... for lack of better words, interesting afternoon. Really, such a shame that you left as soon as you did. I guess I was a bit bored after you left seeing as I was all alone in an empty house. Since there was nothing better to do I went through some old clothes and was pleasantly surprised to find a long lost pair of light tan corduroy pants. I tried them on to see if they still fit, and to an extent they did... Yes I could get them all zipped and buttoned, but the zipper and button fit snug right over my bladder. Then I got just a horrid little…
Read →I awoke when Bridget returned home from a night with the girls. She crawled into bed with her clothes on, smelling of warm girl, beer and soft perfume. Without hesitation she reached for me under the sheets, and even half asleep I reacted immediately. I slid my hands up her thighs and encountered a soaking wet crotch under her dress. She turned me over on my back – Bridget is a big, strong girl – and slid her dress over her hips. With one hand she tore her tights and panties down to her knees and sank down on me. She held her belly while she moved intensely, sighed, moaned, and came more quickly than she had ever done before. Before I even came close she slid off and ran to the bathroom. It all happened so…
Read →Gail looked at Vicky's back in front of her. The long, reddish–brown hair fell softly over her shoulders, reaching almost to the strap that was showing clearly under the tight red t–shirt. Time and again Vicky had to brush her hair from her face. After a while it fell back again, prompting another touch of her cheek. Gail ruffled her short curls and wished she had longer hair. Better keep writing. Final exam. She knew too little about agricultural policy, but had settled for that after discarding drug rehabilitation and unemployment. She could never write about homosexual rights, not ever. Vicky had tired of the unruly hair, putting it up high in a ponytail with a red elastic band. Gail found herself staring…
Read →Hi! My name is Sharon and I'm a lesbian. Did I scare you? Perhaps you think all lesbians are squat and ugly and angry. I'm not. Please keep reading. I saw you on your first day at work, standing nervously at the reception desk, twirling your hair and squeezing your legs like you needed the girls' room. I loved the way the silk in your pantsuit fell over your beautiful bottom, and the waves in your dark hair. I was the girl with the ponytail who passed you from behind and turned to look at you. But then everybody else did too, I guess. I wore black pants and dark red blouse. You probably didn't notice. Have you ever been in love with another girl? I was about twelve the first time. She was fourteen and a friend…
Read →Debbie was running as fast as she could through the concourse. Well, running was being generous considering how tight her short little skirt was. As the athlete amongst her group of friends it bothered her that she was lagging yards behind them. They all just had to catch this train otherwise they'd be stranded in New York for at least three hours. Plus on top of all that she had to pee like you wouldn't believe – no, Debbie wasn't too happy right now. It had all started innocently enough, Debbie and three of her postgrad classmates from Princeton had decided to go into the city that evening and hit the clubs. Debbie, Jennifer, Suzi and Shanique had ridden the train in earlier that evening, had a great dinner…
Read →"Is this order for here or to go?" Melanie asked the customer across the counter. "Uh, for here, uh, I'll have a cheeseburger with bacon, large fries and a medium Sprite please," the customer ordered. Melanie stared up at the clock of the local burger joint. 11 a.m. A chain fast food restaurant, on the verge of the daily lunch hour rushes. Melanie worked the morning mid–day to mid afternoon shift, 5 days a week, while saving for night classes at community college. Recently having graduated from high school, Melanie needed steady work and this was close to home. She'd come in around 10 o'clock, do some prep work in the kitchen, and then shift to the front register during lunch rush, staying there until she left…
Read →Traffic during the Christmas holiday was always hell. Jen sighed, looking at her watch, stuck in the middle left lane on the interstate as traffic crawled along. Her Honda Accord looked like an ant in the middle of an ant farm, insignificant when viewed from above. Another three exits ahead and she'd be at the airport, she thought, running late as usual. The airlines had been saying to get to the airport two hours early because of all the increased security, and she wasn't going to make that. "Oh well, they probably are making it out worse than it really is," Jen spoke out loud, to nobody in particular. Traffic stopped again. Jen turned down the heat in the car. It was a decent day for once and not as cold as…
Read →The MD80 touched down at LaGuardia airport, fifteen minutes late. Rebekah was, as usual, stuck in the back half of the plane in 20A, waiting with her body half in the aisle, half in the seats for the passengers in front of her to get off the arriving plane. The flight hadn't been too bad, a couple of hours in the air, no major problems. Rebekah wasn't terribly fond of flying, but nothing that a few drinks at the bar wouldn't help. After a few minutes of waiting, she got off the plane and walked up the airway to the gate area. She'd been to NY before, but usually had driven; flying in was something new. She was surprised by how small the airport was compared to the one back home. It was good to be away, she…
Read →One day my husband (Don) and I were moving some furniture into a storage shed. When I had to pee, I realized that there were no toilets nearby. At first I crossed my legs when I had a chance and squeezed my pussy muscles real tight to keep from peeing in my panties. Crossing my legs helps me hold my pee if I don't have to go too bad but when I am desperate to pee I have to put pressure on my pussy. Sometimes I put my hand inside my panties and press on my peehole. Since no one was around, I was able to put my hand under my dress and hold my pussy from time to time. Before long I was crossing my legs, rubbing my pussy, pressing on my peehole and doing a nice little pee pee dance. I was wearing white cotton…
Read →It was a week before Christmas when I received a call from my friend, April. In past years April and I traveled home to New Jersey together during the holidays. When she called we discussed our options for that next week. With everything being so hectic on the airlines these days we opted to drive home this holiday. So, on that day we were to drive home together April was actually running late. She lives an hour south of me these days and made the trip to my apartment that morning. By the time she arrived I was anxious to get on the road. She didn't need the restroom or anything so we got right in my Jeep and we were off. After a short while we reach Interstate highway 95, which takes us directly home. In the…
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