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Kiran shivered with excitement as she carried Jamie's soaked bed covers downstairs to the laundry room. She could feel the wet warmness on her arms and took care not to let the bundle dampen her t–shirt. Jamie was in the washroom getting cleaned up after peeing her bed and as her first act as Kiran's master, she had instructed her to put the wet laundry into the washing machine.Kiran inhaled deeply to enjoy the scent of her girlfriend's pee one last time before tossing the bundle in. She wondered what Jamie would have in store for her– she would certainly feel compelled to get payback after what had just happened. Her vagina tingled at the thought of being subjected to all of Jamie's sexual demands. She hoped…
Read →Note: This story contains Female Desperation, and Accidental & Deliberate Wetting. Day 1 Finally it was the first evening of the festival. Ann and Linda had enjoyed themselves all day at the main event and now it was time to go for the walking. They had eaten at Linda her house (the four girls only, like each year, the husbands were at the terrain helping out as volunteers like each year) and now they had changed into the walking clothes and were ready to go out. They were all wearing the black glistering leggings, a lose t–shirt over it and sneakers with sneaker socks. The mothers had agreed it was a comfortable walking outfit and had happily paid for the whole package. Like each year they had backpacks with…
Read →I am nearly 40 now but over the years I have had many little, and sometimes not so little accidents in my knickers. Most women do in my experience, though few are keen to admit it! We all find, both as teenagers, and as we get older that laughing or coughing with a full bladder causes little leaks and damp knickers, as can waiting to long for the loo when desperate, especially if you have had children. In fact I think it must be more common to leak when bursting than it is to lose control completely. If I have to hang on for long time I often find my pants are damp and sometimes quite wet when I finally get to the loo, though rarely do I notice the leaks as they happen! Which reminds me of the time that I wet…
Read →It all happened last summer as my former boyfriend and I were making a late night car journey, taking us home from the wedding of an old college friend. Dave had drawn the short straw over who should drink with the result that he had been restricted to soft drinks, something he had been most unhappy about. Not having that problem I had drunk freely all through the reception. The result was that I fell fast asleep, more than slightly drunk almost as soon as we set off for home some 140 miles away– a slow journey at the best of times with many quite minor roads and few places to stop. Unbeknown to me Dave stopped to fill up with petrol and use the toilet after about an hour but didn't bother to wake me up to…
Read →Hello everybody, my name is Melanie and I am 22 years old and 5 foot 7 inches tall with black hair down until my shoulders. I weigh 55 kilos and this is my story for you. As I was nineteen years old, after my exam party I was talking to my good friend Rebecca. "Hey Melanie, would you like to come with me to the pub in Midtownstreet to have our own exam party– I think it will be more fun than this one?" "Yes, that's a great idea. I'll come with you. Let us have some drinks without the teachers and parents like here." "Exactly, that is what I mean," Rebecca said and we walked to the pub there, called New England. In the pub were a lot of people, but we could find a table for two. We sat down and ordered two…
Read →Hi, I'm Sara, I'm 23 and from England. I've always been into being desperate, but have always had quite a strong bladder and the idea of actually wetting myself in public has always been a bit daunting. I don't know why, but recently, my bladder seems to have started to get weaker and I have been in a few uncomfortable situations. The other day, I was leaving the office – I drink a lot of water at work, perhaps 3 pints, and coffee, perhaps 2 cups so I go to the toilet about 6 times in the working day – anyway, I didn?t think I needed a toilet stop before I left, so I casually walked down the stairs. It was about 6pm and I hadn't been to the toilet for a good few hours and I'd drunk about a pint or so of water…
Read →Sharon's semester was finally over and she had a couple weeks off before the winter semester started. Kathy had invited her over for an end of semester "surprise" that Saturday. Sharon had no idea what to expect, but was hoping for more pee fun with her professor. Sharon dressed herself in tight jeans which showed off her perfectly shaped athletic ass and a tight pink t–shirt under a heavy winter coat. Kathy greeted her with a hug and a quick peck on the lips at the door. Sharon was pleased to see her eyes wander over her body as she invited her in. Kathy led her to the kitchen where a large pot of hot chocolate was brewing. Sharon immediately accepted Kathy's offer of a hot drink and excitedly watched her…
Read →Note: This story contains Female & Male Desperation, Deliberate Wetting, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, and Sex. "What can I do for you?" said Danielle to the seemingly happy young couple sitting in front of her. Having been specialised on sex–related cases directly after University about 10 years ago, the therapist wasn't used to couples holding hands during the first session. "You don't seem to be too unhappy with each other!" "Well", the boy started, "we do love each other, and we have been together for more than five years now. It is just that our sexual fantasies seem not to match." "Now, this is the case with the vast majority of all couples" said the therapist "but it is great to see that you intend to…
Read →Sharon’s second year of college had gone by fairly quickly. However, there was something that she had been eagerly anticipating for months. She had been selected to participate in a foreign exchange program in Tokyo over the summer. Only one spot was available for all the Psychology students at Fairmont College and Sharon suspected that she had been selected as a result of the letter of recommendation from her professor, Kathy. In Japan, she was living in a fourplex with Abby, a fourth year sciences student at her college. There were also Cho and Mika who were in the nursing program at The University of Tokyo. They had been great with showing the girls around the University and social circles in the city. It…
Read →Note: This story contains Female Desperation, Accidental & Deliberate Wetting, and Humiliation. There were four of us in the car. I was driving and the only guy. Sitting beside me in the passenger seat was Rosemary, a longtime co–worker and years ago, my girlfriend and lover. In the back seat was Mandy, a cute although a bit overweight blonde prone to sexy outfits and too–tight stretch jeans. Next to her was Geetu, a stunningly beautiful dark complexion India–born woman with raven black hair and flashing dark eyes. She dressed more modestly than Mandy, but her tight jeans clung attractively to her lithe body. All of us worked for Acme Industrial Insurance and were returning home on a Friday afternoon…
Read →Come on, come on, Samantha thought to herself. Here she was again, outside the apartment bathroom with a morning bladder full to bursting. Inside of course, was her roommate Ashley. "Ashley! Open the door damn it. You can primp yourself later it's an emergency." "Hold on," Ashley said. Geeze, that girl can't hold it more than 5 minutes before she is pissing all over herself. Ashley thought. Damn her, damn her, Sam thought to herself again. Ashley did this every morning. Sam tried to wake up before Ashley but sometimes she timed it wrong. What did she do to get stuck with a roommate like her? The pretty girl and the average girl, Sam knew what everyone thought of her and Ashley. Sam herself was not ugly…
Read →Our day at the sea had started with some drama, as the planned 'comfort stop' on the journey to the coast had been arbitrarily cancelled, despite some teachers being in need of such a stop. While we had been able to hold out until our final destination, a closed pubic loo had only made our plight worse, and, I am ashamed to have to admit to this, I, and my companion teacher, Kathy, had both been forced to squat in public, or near public, and pee. I can only speak for myself, and say that it was a real emergency situation and it had been a case of 'anywhere is better than wetting my knickers? and from Kathy's behaviour, she had been in a similar state. (For full details of this see "Any Port in an Emergency") …
Read →By the time I'd turned 20, I had experimented a little with being desperate to pee but hadn't really experienced any significant incidents because I was too shy to test it out. I was single at the time and hadn't seen much action for a while and was feeling the frustration a little. I decided I would go out with the girls for a night at a few bars and see what happened, at this point not even thinking about my desperation fascination. We went for a few drinks at a friend?s house before getting the tube into London, and I made sure I peed before we left, more out of small bladder habit than any strong urge to go. Alcohol for some reason works quicker on my bladder than the rest of me so by the time we got off…
Read →A change of management policy in our office bought in the supposedly popular idea of casual dress permitted on Fridays, so whereas girls had been expected to wear skirts and look smart, we were now allowed to wear 'casual clothes' i.e. jeans on a Friday. This, of course, became a sort of fashion competition among the girls, all trying to show off the most expensive and tightest jeans. Since my boss disapproved of jeans, I had an excuse to avoid this, but, being a bit of a show–off, I tried to join in by buying a pair of black trousers, quite smart looking, in a thin and slightly stretch fabric. They fitted me 'perfectly,' so much so that one rather catty comment was: "Never mind the 'panty line' showing,…
Read →Turtle Island, October 1644 With only the feeble starlight, walking on the docks through the mist made Temperance nervous. Her pace kept accelerating, and soon it became even brisker than she thought possible. Cold was sending shivers down her spine but she knew she could not go faster without jeopardizing the poor balance alcohol induced. She passed by a man throwing up every ounce of liquid he had had in the night and her heart missed a beat when she twisted her ankle because of a slippery paving stone. Her squeaking out of surprise and pain was muffled by the mist but not enough. Four blokes she had not spotted at first were coming towards her with small shining blades in their hands, and dark brown rum in…
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