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I regularly notice during mass that this stunning young girl in the choir at St. Stevens Cathedral is shifting around nervously from one foot to the other. Especially, towards the end of the hymns and being that St. Stevens is a Catholic church, the hymns are sung at periods right through the whole mass, which means that the choirmembers have to sit through the whole mass before they can leave their box. Normally this doesn't prove to be a problem and the other choristers are rarely inconvenienced by this arrangement, even though the masses can sometimes run for 3 hours or more on holidays or festivals. However, this poor Irish lass doesn't have the fortitude of her fellow choirmembers and this has caused her…
Read →Last weekend my wife and I attended a wedding here in Phoenix. It is getting a little warm so the ceremony was held outside. The wedding was to take place at 2 p.m. so we got there about 1p.m. There was a tent set up for the guests to drop off gifts and to get a glass of punch, etc. My wife was quite thirsty and started drinking punch and had 2 or 3 glasses within the first 10 minutes. She continued to sip until the ushers began to seat us. She mentioned she should have visited the restroom but did not have time to do so. After about 15 minutes into the ceremony she started to fidget and cross her legs tightly. I noticed her hand wander to the area just below her waist and press firmly. She was wearing a calf…
Read →THE MILLION DOLLAR BET The 20 girls who had made it through qualifying gathered on stage at the appointed time. The bet, the last to pee or leak would win the $50,000 dollar first prize. Any girl that could last beyond three hours would win an amazing $1,000,000!! The test, each girl would be asked to drink 6 pints of water over the next hour. At the end of that hour the clock would be set and to win the $1,000,000 dollars any girl would have to last three hours from that point. Each girl was wearing white panties and regulation grey t–shirts. Shelly had first heard of the competition when she was done her local bar one evening. She’d had a miserable day and had been drinking heavily. Suddenly it dawned on…
Read →I work in a large, and thriving modelling agency. This is close to an all female establishment, I am a secretary, and one of the two guys in the agency. The main offices are plush, and the staff look the part – power dressing is the order of the day, a business jacket worn over a lacy bra, and a neat micro–skirt. They all have tanned, smoothly shaved legs. These girls are confident, almost all with gorgeous figures, and totally professional and business–like in their behaviour. Friday morning was the weekly board meeting, the chief executive and fifteen of her immediate underlings would gather at 9.30 and thrash out the agencies business for the past and following weeks. All 16 of these girls vanished into…
Read →My name is Lynne and this is the story of the longest afternoon of my life. I was new to the typing pool, it was my first job, and I loved it. There were 12 of us, all girls in our 20s, and although we worked hard we had a lot of laughs. I dressed to fit in with the others – a smart brown suit with a short skirt that was barely decent. I felt good, and I looked good! Friday lunchtimes we went to the pub, taking a full hour. Colin – our immediate boss – would buy us all a drink, and we would all be a bit high as the weekend approached. The events I am going to tell you about happened on one of those fridays which started off exactly as usual. We had our morning coffee at 11, we were working hard. Lunch was a…
Read →We hated Jane the day she arrived in our nursing course. She was tall, blonde, gorgeous – and she knew it. She oozed confidence, and looked at the rest of us with that hint of pity that belongs to those naturally superior. She was smart too, it soon became clear that the course wasn't going to tax her much. We hated her looks, her luck, her full social life – we were polite, but bitches behind her back. Mandy and I plotted her humiliation, but it was nearly a year before circumstances delivered us the perfect opportunity. It was a theatre attachment, 3rd day. Jane, Mandy and I were assigned to the same theatre – orthopaedics. The first case was a revision hip replacement – always long we had discovered. Jane…
Read →Let me brag a bit about my last job – calendar photographer with three absolutely gorgeous models: Jane, Kirsty and Alison. This was a one–off commission, but as you will see it turned out to be unforgettable. Outdoor calendar shoots with models were hard work, but great fun. We would work from 8am till dusk, only breaking for refreshments. Our food hamper and icebox were the only luxuries we had – it was cool mineral water for these smooth–skinned beauties. I quickly sussed out their routine. They would spot a house near the shoot, and mid afternoon all 3 would slip away to knock and ask to use the loo. I got to enjoy the early afternoon when the morning refreshments had clearly hit the mark, and the…
Read →Linda stood at the bus stop, her thighs pressed tightly together. She wished that she had been for a wee–wee before she finished work, but she was too busy chatting to her friend, and before she knew it, it was time to dash out for her bus. She had held it all afternoon, being too busy to go to the toilet, but she hadn't drunk much coffee that day, so her need to wee had not been too pressing. Now, however, she was desperate, and her bus was due any second. She didn't think that she could hold on till she got home. She was tempted to let some of her wee go now, but there was a man standing at the bus stop, and she didn't want to wee in front of him. She desperately needed to hold herself through her skirt,…
Read →Mike walked into Jan’s office; she’d been expecting him and had been saving her pee for most of the morning. It’s a little later than her usual lunch time, but she’s arranged to take a late lunch because she’s meeting a friend from out of town. He’s been holding his pee too, though not as long, and he feel the pressure as he greets her, cordially but not passionately because her office mate is there. They leave her office and head for the elevator. The door opens and they step in. As it closes, leaving them alone, he looks at her and grins, giving his semi–hard penis a little tweak. She grins back, raising one knee and crossing it in front of the other. A dump truck full of gravel rumbles down a street…
Read →As he piloted his small cabin cruiser along the edge of the Gulf Stream, Jim Maxwell noticed a stationary blip on the radar. That was not all that unusual, probably a fisherman. But as he got within sight of the object, he noted that it was not one but two boats, one a large sport fisherman, the other a “Cigarette” type speedboat. It was unusual to see boats nested like that in the open sea, so Maxwell decided to have a closer look. When he focused his binoculars on the boats, his blood ran cold. Two men on the after deck of the sport fisherman were taunting a woman, pushing her back and forth between them, taking turns roughly kissing and pawing her. He quickly rigged his sea anchor and launched his Zodiac,…
Read →She was on her way home, having finished a meeting with a client about sixty miles away. It was just after noon, and she had no appointments for the afternoon. Her route passed through a heavily wooded area, part of a National Forest, on a quiet road. She had deliberately chosen this route, for she loved the outdoors and especially the cool forest in the summer. It was a warm July afternoon, and her thoughts turned back to the days, many years earlier, when she had spent summers with her parents on a farm adjoining woods, not unlike those she was passing through. As an only child, and with few other children in the area, she had learned to amuse herself in the outdoors, exploring, climbing, watching the small…
Read →Alan Wetherbee was a businessman who enjoyed travel. He may not have been particularly handsome, but at 57 he was certainly not unattractive. He was healthy, slender, gray haired and looked the international businessman he was. Not that he was particularly affluent, for he traveled as a representative for his company, but his schedule often gave him weekends or days without obligations when he could make his own side trips, and he loved these opportunities. This day was one of those. He had a few days in this part of Scandinavia, and had booked a bus tour into the wild northern parts of the country. The trip left his hotel at seven A.M., and was not scheduled to return until late that evening. He and his…
Read →This story is fiction. It contains no hard sex (i.e., no rape or penetration, no blood or extreme torture) and involves an older woman who consents to a form of corporal punishment to avoid more severe consequences. It has bondage (reluctantly consensual), humiliation, exhibitionism, and watersports with a strong "hold it" theme. The principal character is a mature woman, reflecting that themes of bondage and watersports are not only for the young and beautiful, but can relate to older persons as well. This is a long story you don't read in 5 minutes ! CHAPTER 1 How it Happened Nancy Johnson was no stranger to travel, as a free–lance writer and photographer, she had spent much of her life abroad, visiting…
Read →This story is laid mostly in an internee camp of 1942, through the recollections of a former female inmate, and told somewhat in flashback style. The story itself is fiction, but incorporates much of what has been written by real persons with similar experiences. It involves mild bondage (internment), watersports, exhibitionism, and consensual sex involving two very full bladders. MF w/s bond desp hold–it Emily Vorgstrom stood before the crowd of students, assembled to hear her recount her wartime experiences as an internee in the Far East during World War II. It was something she found herself doing more frequently lately, for the passage of time had seemed to reawaken an interest in those long–ago events…
Read →This story is fiction. It involves the use of models to be dressed as mermaids for a movie sequence, where they must wear the mermaid costumes for a long time during which they must consume a lot of fluid, but cannot urinate. No hard sex, nothing non–consensual. W/s (Hold–it), exhibitionism, consensual, MFFFFFF This is a long story, you don't read it in 5 minutes! CHAPTER 1 A Challenge Tim Holt recognized a real challenge when he saw one, even if his client didn't. Tim worked with a small modeling agency in a moderately sized seacoast town of New England, and it wasn't unusual for him to be called upon to provide models for photographers or movie makers using his area for location work. The rocky seashore…
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