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"Kelly?" "Yeah, honey?" "I have to go." Hitchhiking across the country had sounded like fun at the time. Darren had talked Kelly into it right away, and between the two of them they'd managed to win Jill around as well. It would be good for her, they said. She needed to break out of her shell, and a big adventure could help. Darren had done it before, going the other way, and he hadn't had any trouble; the fact that he was a 6'1" kick boxer was a huge help, of course. So it was just daring and exciting enough to help Jill grow as a person, while not actually taking any risks. Jill had enjoyed it too, especially when they were just out of Chicago, but every now and then she'd gone quiet and appeared to be…
Read →It was Saturday morning, and Sarah had slept late. She awoke with a fierce, burning need to pee. Simon was already up, and she glanced at the bedside clock. 10:00 a.m. Then she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where she immediately dropped her pyjamas around her feet and sat on the toilet. As a powerful, apparently never–ending torrent gushed out from between her legs; she began to do some mental arithmetic. Since she had been living with Simon, she had abandoned her habit of taking a leak before going to bed. She slept like a log, especially after good sex, and never awoke till she was absolutely bursting. On this occasion, she calculated, it was a good fourteen hours since her last visit to the…
Read →Note: This story contains Female Desperation, Male & Female Wetting and Exhibitionism. Jenny could still hear Jerry banging around in the toilet behind the hut as she finished chapter 2 of her book. It was approaching 11 am and the sun was now high in the sky. With nary a cloud in sight, Jenny had taken the opportunity to move her stool outside in front of the hut to catch some of the rays. Little beads of perspiration formed on her flat, bronze tummy as she took in the heat and she wondered if her mother had taken the day off work since it was so beautiful outside. Jenny's mother, Sandie was also a looker. Only 37, she had Jenny when she was 18. Sandie never got the chance to go to college and raised Jenny…
Read →Sarah sat on he tube train with her legs tightly crossed. In the long term, she reflected, things were going extremely well. In the weeks following her first frantic evening with Simon (see Sarah Stops Being Sensible – Part 1) they had had four more dates. On three of them (a girl can't be too predictable) she had got extremely desperate for the toilet and Simon had had to shepherd her to a ladies' lavatory. The relationship had gone swimmingly (so to speak) and after a couple of months they had decided to move in together. They had found quite a nice little flat right on the outskirts of North London (housing in London was a real problem), of which the only disadvantage was a long journey home. She and Simon…
Read →Hello. I am Peter Hiss. I intend to write many stories, most of which will be a part of a series I call Politics and Pee. My interests include female desperation, and accidental wetting, specifically the exact moment when one becomes the other. My stories will therefore focus on this momentary loss of control. This first story of mine, however, is not part of the series and is based on a true story. The first half of the story is true, at least the parts I can be sure about, however the second half is what I wish I had done. Peter Hiss is the pseudonym I use in and around desperation, it is best pronounced "PEE–ter, hisssss" as in the sound a girl makes while pissing her pants. I will say I am Canadian, but if…
Read →'How did it go so wrong,' Gabri–Ann asked herself as she sat in her jail cell on this miserable, half–frozen planet. Since her empathic abilities had developed she sensed she was destined to meet her soul mate, the women she would join with for life, but it never happened. Then she started working for the Paltathion Ministry of Education, only to be arrested for murder. And then she had believed she could postpone her execution indefinitely by giving herself to Cota, but now even that had failed. Gabri–Ann sensed the jailers were coming with a new prisoner, and she combed her short blond hair and straightened her robe before they entered. The new prisoner was wearing an officer's uniform of the Imperial…
Read →There was a new Mexican place that my friend insisted I just had to try. I had my doubts since she's never been into spicy food. Then it dawned on me. Tammy broke her ankle a few days back and she probably had a bad case of cabin fever. There was no way I could turn her down, even in the middle of a busy Sunday. I have to admit Tammy looks very cute on crutches. She's petite and wears these pleated mini skirts that give her the prep school girl look even though we're older than that. Everyone was very courteous at the restaurant, holding the door open for her and giving her sympathetic smiles. I'm technically hotter, but she looks younger and more endearing. I was glad I wore my tank top and really short…
Read →As Area Manager of a Regional Water Authority in Britain, I was responsible not only for the quality of water in reservoirs of the region I liked to call my patch, but also for all the sewage treatment works in that area. When the Authority created my position, it was in advance of suitable offices being built at a number of locations throughout the county. The situation on my patch was no different, and for the first year in the job, I had to work out of a large portacabin. The portacabin was not as grim as it might sound. It was well appointed, with reasonable office furniture, plenty of heat, microwave and kettle, and so on. The only questionable thing about this mobile office was that the powers that be…
Read →This is a story I have taken, with permission, from a Scottish lady known as shygirl69. It is a work of fiction based on her very true events!! I have told it in the first person as if it was sally from my earlier stories. Lucy is the real friend of shy girl!! I hope you enjoy it!!! It all started when a friend and I had to fly from Scotland to London for work. We were running late leaving the office to catch the plane. I had said to Lucy that I was bursting for the loo, and she said that she needed to go too, but she said the taxi was waiting and there was no time because we were running late so we had to leave now! I'm good at holding it in so I thought – what the hell. Anyway by the time we make it to the…
Read →On a warm, calm spring evening, Steph decides to go for a bike ride. There are no good bike trails around her house so she drives to a trail entrance, parks, and takes out her bike. Pushing her long, blonde hair out of view, she gets on and begins to ride. She hasn't been out for a couple weeks and it feels good. Her athletic, 23–year old body responds well to her vigorous pedalling and she speeds along, aerodynamic in a relatively thick purple cycling bib with a tight long–sleeve purple and black shirt over top. She remembers that she probably should have gone to the bathroom before leaving, but she thinks that she'll have to learn to hold her bladder if she wants to do well in serious long–distance races.…
Read →Note: This story contains Female Desperation, Female Wetting, Male & Female Urination, and Sex. Cathy and I were together for over three years. She was attractive, warm, kind, intelligent and witty. Everything a man could want, it might seem. Unfortunately not, if a man had tastes like mine. As far as my preferred fantasies were concerned, she was a sad disappointment. She wasn't shy or inhibited in any way; she would announce, "I'm going to the toilet" in a quite matter–of–fact tone. But that was all. Never did she admit to being "desperate" or "bursting," or to any kind of urgency. Sometimes when we came home she would head to the bathroom without delay, but never did she offer the slightest comment – "I…
Read →The warm morning breeze played through Jenny's chestnut colored hair as she rode her bicycle down the beach boardwalk and then off to the side trail that led down to the river and marina next to the seashore. It was Jenny's first day on the job at the Jet Ski rental booth and she was excited to be back in her hometown for the summer. The beach town was always an awesome place to be when the weather was warm and the boardwalk and surrounding shops were pulsating with activity all day and most of the night. Restaurants, bars, tattoo parlours, and bikini shops were filled with people here during the summer months and Jenny never missed an opportunity to be a part of it. Jenny had just turned 19 a few weeks…
Read →So I've been talking to this guy for a long time on this game I play. Most people call it SL (second life). He has a fetish for forcing girls to hold their pee. I also have a fetish to see how long I can hold it in. I have since I was about 12 years old actually. I told him about it, and that my fetish was in real life, not just chat, or on line. So we started this...relationship. I have a schedule now, when I am allowed to relieve my self. This is my routine: 2 hours after I wake up. (Since my urge is most strong in the morning) Then, if I am not at work, I must wait 6 hours. If I am working I must wait 4 (longer if I can). Then, I am allowed to use it once more 1 hour before bed. If I stay up later than…
Read →'Oh fucking GOD it's too fucking HOT today,' thought Summer as she walked down the street with her friend. "Yeah it is," her friend Mandy replied. Summer's brain stopped for a second before she realized that she was thinking out loud. "So what are we going to do?" Summer asked, her long blonde hair falling almost seductively over her face, sweat dripping from her shoulders down under her tank top, making her 36 Cs glisten under the hot sun. The only thing on her that wasn't sweaty was her toned, tan legs, which looked especially sexy in her short pink & white striped satin basketball shorts. For being 25 she definitely looked like she could still be in high school and yet would get any guy's testosterone…
Read →Last week I started a waitress job at this club. The first day, my shift started at 8, and they told me to get there by 7:30 because I'd need to change and fill out a bit of paperwork. The outfit they gave me was actually quite sexy. Tight t–shirt and a very short miniskirt that only covered half my butt and just barely covered my pussy. They offered me a couple of drinks to loosen my up (on the house of course), which I gladly accepted. Since it was a night shift there was no lunch break, but I would get 2 paid 15 minute breaks during my shift, which was to end at 5 AM. Things started getting really busy around 10. Around that time I also remember I started to feel a pretty strong urge to pee. It was so…
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