Blackheart 200 Posted August 5, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted August 5, 2018 Hey. Hello. It’s been awhile, though of course I’m sure like many of you life happens and then you catch up and sometimes inspiration hits. This is one of those moments. It’s also practice, because I’m doing all sorts of writing these days, and extra opportunities to flex those skills is always good use of time. Tonight, I’m going to regale you with a tale of my partner C. We’ve been dating for a bit over a year now, and as luck would have it, C’s a kinky person herself. In fact, since asking her to participate in my kink, she’s found she really enjoys it herself. This story is about the time she first wet herself in public for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, and I hope I’ve able to evoke just a little of my memory for you. To begin with, let’s start with some basics. C is gorgeous. I’ll ask to see if there’s a picture to offer, but because we’re on a fetish site and I want to give you some an idea, picture this: Bold features like strokes on a canvas line her face. She’s got that kind of androgyny that displays the best of both worlds. Curly brown hair, down in waves, wild and soft, with a buzz along the side, framing a face of intensity and curiosity and vivacity. I know we’re all here for the physical, but I want you to understand that it’s not just the body that’s beautiful. It’s her mind, quick as a whip and with you every step of the way. It’s her wit, sharp and humorous. It’s her soul, full of fire and sunlight – the kind that warms your face on cold winter nights. She’s as tall as me, and I have a pretty good view at concerts. A little underweight (As she says), though she’s been doing pretty good about it, and has a butt that embodies the ancient Greek’s “callipygian”. And legs. Legs for days. Of course, I’m biased. I doubt you’ll care. Tonight, those legs were clad in tights, with a slim black dress that showed everything and nothing. We’d started with a night on the town, walking, talking. C and I have a really good rapport. We’d talk about anything and everything – philosophy to work, art to problems and so on. Which, honestly, is important. Sex is great. Chemistry is nice. But I need that intellectual connection. Of course, it doesn’t hurt when she suddenly turns against me in the club, pressing her ass against me, moving oh… so… slowly down. Her hair smells like her, the way only she could. It’s intoxicating, and I feel my heart – and other things – pulse in response. It’s interesting, getting past 30. Life simultaneously speeds up and slows down. You start out with a pretty acrimonious relationship with those hormones. The goal is all you see. Then you make enough bad decisions, or maybe get lucky. That raging cocktail slows down, your brain checks in fully. You know the sex is there, like the delicious moment in the story when things click into place. But you realize that it means more, getting there. So we stayed out, and built a narrative of heat in fingers across skin, a hand on the hips. She’d kiss me, and I’d run a hand through her hair, fingers grasping glacially at the base of her neck – her purr, in response. The kicker, of course… Is that she hadn’t peed all night. I know, gauche of me to drop that on you in the middle, but I figure a little surprise never hurt anyone, and some of my audience may want to cut to the chase. At the start, over cocktails and thai food, I’d asked if she’d hold it for me until she couldn’t. She gave me a little smile, a little nod, and away we went. So I got to watch, moment to moment, place to place, as she got more and more desperate. As her leg bounced while we waited for drinks at the bar. The way she groaned when I put my hand over her stomach on the dance floor. As she stuck her butt out slightly before we slid into the seat. It was intoxicating, imagining her filling up, more and more. Things came to a head toward the end of the night. We were at a club, enjoying the music, though she was getting increasingly desperate, more and more distracted. She whispered how bad she had to go, how she could barely hold it. All around us in the dark and the lights and the sound waves were people, gyrating, drinking. Carousing, in the time-honored tradition we so love. We nursed our water, waiting for the sweat to cool us a little between rounds of dancing. And she smiled – an idea in her head, though its resolution played out far less contained and far more amazing than I could’ve imagined. She sidled up next to me in the booth, and held my hand for a moment. After some deliberation, she purred into my ear: “Why don’t I let a little go here, then we get out of here, and finish around the corner?” I, of course, agreed, and put my hand around her shoulder, the picture of intimacy. Then a little lower. Then a little under, as she lifted herself off for a second. And I felt the heat of her vulva, barely contained through her tights. It felt like the temperature shot through like electricity into me. It was a new experience for her, so it took some time. Each moment felt like time had stopped, the music beating in the background. Her thighs tensed, and relaxed. She breathed in, slow, steady. And then, her breath caught, eyes closed. And I felt it. A moment’s warmth. Then wetness. She groaned. And then more, a spurt, like a firehose, pee soaking those black tights, outlining the feeling of her vulva. She tensed, holding back with all her might. But then she spurted again. In a quiet panic, she whispered, “I can’t stop!” It took only a few seconds to figure out the solution. Neither of us wanted to be caught. And neither of us wanted to make anyone’s day difficult. But a concrete dance floor, with stale beer and sugary drinks already decorating the floor? No one would know the difference. “Follow me, it’s dark on the dance floor, and no one will notice.” She held on, barely, not really, but still through a herculean effort, as we slid from the table. In the dim light, I could see a sparkle drip against her legs. Fortunately, I was the only one. Once we hit the throng through, it was all over. I heard her gasp, barely, over the music, and she suddenly grabbed by hand, pulling me deep into the mob. Then we were there, in the press, surrounded. By ourselves. She drew me against her, led my hand down to her, where a flood was already breaking loose. Pee flooded down her tightly wound legs. Every few seconds, a light would flash on her as droplets fell off those legs. I felt as she released herself against me, soaking those black tights, wetting those black boots. A waterfall through my hands. Eventually, it slowed, but didn’t stop for half again another minute, a slow trickle snaking through my fingers and down her tights. Still, she sighed against me as if she’d had a massage. As if she’d came. It was amazing, erotic, intimate. And as she finished, she took me fingers, and licked them, tasting herself. What came after was a blur of naked bodies and guttural sounds, which I could, but will not divulge here. I’m sure your imagination can fill in the blanks. Thank you, for taking the time to go on this journey with me, and I hope to share more stories (and maybe media) with you soon. ragtime, AndreyHonchar, Peepeeboy02 and 24 others 27 Quote Link to comment
ragtime 127 Posted August 5, 2018 Share Posted August 5, 2018 I'd upvote thrice for "callypigian" if I could. The rest is hella hot. I look forward to more regaling, more gaucheness, and peeing, &c. sunglasses 1 Quote Link to comment
Sir Nobody 50 Posted August 7, 2018 Share Posted August 7, 2018 This was really well written! I enjoyed how much detail went into this and hope to hear more! Quote Link to comment
littlewolfpup 0 Posted August 7, 2018 Share Posted August 7, 2018 Holy crap, that was probably the best experience I've ever read on this site. Truly amazing and arousing for what seems like you and c, as well as the audience. At least for me. Really looking forward to reading another post by you. Padded_girl 1 Quote Link to comment
Thunder 90 Posted August 8, 2018 Share Posted August 8, 2018 That's literature at its finest. Had I got English classes with only that kind of texts to study, I would be bilingual by now. Oh yeah, almost forgot... That's really hot! That kind of connection between you and C is precious, I sure wish you to keep it alive as long as possible. Quote Link to comment
wd70 14 Posted August 10, 2018 Share Posted August 10, 2018 Alot of words that I don’t understand but still hot AF Quote Link to comment
liesjeversteven 1,826 Posted August 10, 2018 Share Posted August 10, 2018 7 hours ago, wd70 said: Alot of words that I don’t understand but still hot AF That's what dictionaries are for ? Quote Link to comment
Ranpalan 496 Posted August 13, 2018 Share Posted August 13, 2018 Damn. You know the bits to say and the bits to leave out. It's good to see you around again. ... And the words ... I'm tempted to write an analysis comparing this to some other story, just to pinpoint what it does right, but I don't want to accidentally break it. Quote Link to comment
wettingman 1,586 Posted August 14, 2018 Share Posted August 14, 2018 What an amazing experience. That she willingly held her pee in public , and then wet herself among a throng of clueless dancers is definitely arousing, Thank you for sharing. Your writing is thoroughly enjoyable. Quote Link to comment
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