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  1. The Lightning Thief - By Annabeth Chase

    Excellent, and fits really well into the original storyline. Keep it up
  2. An Adventurous Break (Female)

    I couldn’t think of the exact words. It’s a place where groups of people go on residential holidays- it usually has facilities for extreme sports and activities like rock climbing, abseiling, tree-top zip wires, rafting, kayaking, etc. In this story, the main character’s going to one for a week where she doesn’t know any other members of the group.
  3. Preschool/Daycare Accidents

    I remember having unisex bathrooms at 4, although this was changed eventually. I also remember how tiny the toilets were- basically potties connected to plumbing. Some of the cubicles were about a metre high, so teachers tended to look over them if you’d been a while, and taller students could, too. The ones which did have doors didn’t have locks, so you had to knock “is anyone in there?” and hope for the best. As for accidents- when I was 5, I sat straddling a railing with another friend, and I got her to agree we would pee at the same time. We counted down, and I went, but she didn’t. Needless to say, I got in quite some trouble. A couple of years later, the same girl wet herself in a leotard on a gymnastics mat. Somewhat ironic.
  4. An Adventurous Break (Female)

    Leaving your suitcase in the foyer, you follow Isla across a courtyard and into a spacious hall. There are tables and chairs already set out, and you can hear the sounds of a kitchen through an adjacent door. “Yep, so here’s the canteen. Not much to see, really. Dinner’s served at 6, so we’ve got a couple of hours. Unless you want to grab some water?” There are plastic bottles lined up on a nearby surface, but you opt for the water cooler instead, mindful that you haven’t drunk nor relieved yourself on the journey here. You drink until you’ve quenched your thirst, grateful. “Thanks. It took me quite a while to travel here,” you explain. ”So where are you from?” she enquires. You continue some small talk with Isla as you return to the main building. She continues the tour. ”Toilets are just through there, on the right- I’ve already been there; they’re pretty disgusting and there’s only two cubicles. I think the men’s will be open too, though, because obviously it’s all girls here! The games room is through there; that’s alright; then there are some boring rooms where we’ll be doing activities, but obviously we’ll spend most of the week outside. Then upstairs are the dorms, I think about three are in use? Hey, let’s check which one you’re in. You can bring your suitcase.” She skips ahead as you haul your suitcase up the staircase. There are lists of names taped to three doors, which she scans. ”We’re roommates! Most of the others already here; there are about eight of us per room, I think.” She pushes the door open. You’re quickly introduced to the girls already here- Holly, reading a book in the corner; Crystal, plaiting her hair in the mirror; Lily, complaining about the lack of any phone signal and trying to locate some in vain; and Ella, unpacking her case. “I’m bored,” Isla announces to the room. “And I checked with the instructor- there’s nothing planned until dinner. What shall we do, folks?” A) Don’t answer- unpack your things and claim a bed instead B) Suggest exploring the area some more C) Suggest a game (which one?) D) Interact with a girl (which one?) E) Leave the room and go somewhere else (where?) F) Other Bathroom need: You could go, but you don’t need to.
  5. Fatima's Anguish

    Really nice- the euphemisms and need to uphold dignity just make her plight all the worse!
  6. Bollywood Bladder

    Very well written and great twist at the end!
  7. You’ve never been to an adventure facility before, but you’re convinced that it’ll be an interesting experience, and surely you’ll walk out with a story to tell, and perhaps some friends, too. You push open the doors, heave your suitcase inside, and take a look round the entrance hall. There’s a blonde girl, looking to be of similar age, leaning boredly against the wall. She smiles. “Hey! What’s your name?” ”Ava. I just got here.” You gesture to the door. ”I’ve been here a few hours- I was the first one, actually- so I’ve pretty much got this place figured out. Hey, I can give you the full tour.” ”That’d be great-“ ”Good! Let’s see- where do you wanna head first?” A) Outdoors- let’s see what the site is like B) Toilets- always useful to know C) Bedrooms- meet the other girls D) Canteen- pick up food/drink E) Other Bathroom need: Minor. It’s been a couple of hours since your last pee.
  8. Faust's Interactive Stories 3

    1. Just piss your shorts, Saiga and 6. Grind on my thighs, Saiga. [Optional: What do you want to do?] 1. Tell OMORA to 'Motivate' Faust's urges. 2. Stroke Faust off
  9. Caught Red Handed

    Brilliant writing!
  10. Loved the story thus far; more posts would be great!
  11. This is is my first story; hope you enjoy! “The coffee is decaf!” Isla declared, and Ava groaned in sympathy. They’d arrived at the adventure camp yesterday evening, and what with some rather lewd, late-night rounds of Never Have I Ever, none of their room had gotten much sleep at all. “Drink tons of tea. There’s a bit of caffeine in it, you know.” Holly could always be counted on to provide the facts. Smiling, she proffered a mug to Isla. Ava watched the girl drink a gulp, before starting to brew a mug for herself. ”Ugh, it’s freezing outside. Maybe you’ve got a point.” Holly’s smile widened, ever pleased to be right. “Hurry up, though. We’ve only got a few minutes.” “Yeah, but I’ve really got to pee and grab a coat first.” Isla downed the rest of her drink in one. “You really didn’t need to know that. Just- I’ll be back in a couple. Tell the instructor where I am if I’m late, okay? Thanks.” She started to speed-walk out, leaving Ava sipping at her mug and Holly humming, distracted. “Okay, it’s five-to-nine! You need to be at the tower in five minutes; that’s five minutes from now. The session, which is rock climbing, actually starts at 9 o’clock, folks, so be snappy.” Holly reluctantly obeyed the instructor, but Ava hesitated. “You know, I might take a bottle of water with me. I don’t know how long it’ll be.” “Fair enough. Me too, actually,” Holly consented. Bottles in hands, the unsuspecting girls followed the remainder of their group to the climbing tower. It looked about ten metres in height, nothing drastic, and a decent introduction to the sort of high-ropes activities they’d be traversing over the next week. Harnesses lay serried on the ground. “Guess who it is.” Isla returned to the group, looking relieved, and earning a glare from the instructor. “Watch carefully, and copy how I put my harness on.” The girls dutifully mirrored the leader’s actions- stepping through the loops, pulling it up round their waist, with a strap thrown over each of their shoulders, and clips tightened into place. Ava felt it intimately tight around her crotch, and shifted a little in place. She realised she had to use a toilet at some point, remembering the rush to get breakfast and how it had stolen her bathroom opportunities. She started to get a little concerned, fidgeting on the spot (and being rather aware of the fabric providing a lovely, pleasurable friction down there), but then she remembered her water bottle and took a gulp. It calmed her nerves, so she gulped again and screwed the cap back on, ignoring her urges. “I’m going first!” Isla stepped forward, ready for her harness to be strapped onto the pulley. She turned to the group. “Now watch and learn.” She’d clearly done activities of this type before, because she scrambled up the wall in a couple of minutes and touched the top of the tower, cheering. “Hey, I can see- aaaaah!” The instructor appeared to have had enough of her cavalier attitude, because she plummeted like a bungee jumper, stopping inches from the ground. “Hey, you could’ve warned me!” “There’s a lot of you to get through.” The instructor prompts unclipped Isla. Some others in the group started to crowd the tower, all keen to ascend, but Ava hung back. Her nerves were making her bladder need more pressing. She couldn’t even hold herself, as the strap ran directly between her legs. She knew, however, that leaving for the toilet would mean removing the harness and forfeiting the entire activity. So abruptly, she sat on the ground and drew her knees to her chest, rocking a little. This helped, she realised gratefully. And thus she watched some of the others go up, with varying levels of success, clenching her thighs intermittently. She really did have to release quite a bit of liquid. She alternated between side-to-side and back-and-forwards rocking, the tight strap stimulating her clitoris in a rather pleasurable way. At least no one was watching her- Holly was halfway up the tower, and Isla was chatting to a group of boys. With a cautious flick of eyes from side to side, she thrust her hands between her legs, trying to distract her bladder. “Ava will!” Quickly changing position, Ava looked up, and saw Holly gesturing to her. She guessed she’d just been volunteered to climb, which really wasn’t appealing to her at that moment in time. Groaning, she stood up- and immediately fell forward a little. The urge was so much worse than she’d realised! Sitting down had lessened it. She couldn’t keep still, but she tried to disguise her fidgeting as trembling in the cold. Once strapped in securely, she realised the pulley was exerting quite some pressure on her vulva, momentarily improving matters. Her face turned upwards to the tower, and she realised she’d have to get at least halfway to avoid ridicule. So she lifted a leg onto the first step and ooh, her panties were damp! Damp and warm, for she’d spurted. She revelled in the warmth for half a second, and then remembered her circumstances. Focus on the climbing. Right. She was actually rather turned on, so it was easier said than done. She wasn’t sure why the throbbing urge of her bladder was quite so...delicious. She was actually enjoying this. She hoisted herself up one, two, three pegs. And up she climbed, some more. And then she made a mistake. She looked down. She knew she was only several metres off the ground, but it seemed so far. And DAMN IT, SHE NEEDED TO PEE! But there was no way to relieve herself up here. But no, she had to. She stopped climbing and pressed her thighs together, clenching all her muscles down there. She knew her predicament must be apparent to the rest of her group, but she squeezed her eyes closed and pretended they weren’t there. She was going to have an accident up there. There was no way she could come down and get the harness off in time. She had no choice. She just had to, didn’t she? Her bladder rebelled. “Ava, are you going to-“ she heard Holly call, and suddenly she relaxed. She was peeing! She was urinating through her panties, her jeans, into the harness which cupped her so snugly, where it pooled warmly. Stray rivers branched out into her jeans, and she entwined her legs together, feeling her inner thighs warm and moisten. Then there was the splatter of liquid on wood. Of course- she was suspended on a climbing wall! A stream splattered all the way down the tower, eventually hitting the ground with an amplified pattering. This went on, and on, and on, so strongly, and with her face to the wall, Ava closed her eyes and smiled. This was satisfying. It really was so satisfying. So many rivulets ran from her, so many separate streams falling to the ground. So much pee being filtered through her clothing and falling down below. As she slowed and dribbled, she looked down at the saturated ground far below. And then she saw her group’s faces. So yep, that’s my first attempt at writing, and hopefully not my last! I may continue with a sequel about how the rest of the activities unfold, if this is received well. Any feedback- both positive or negative- would be much appreciated. Thanks for reading :)
  12. “Brexit”

    As a strong Remainer, I really respect your level of awareness around the topic. Nevertheless, I’m going to unpick your points as best I can. Yep, Britain is a great nation and our culture, our heritage, deserves valuing. I’m not sure that this is a reason for voting Leave, however. You mention democracy; the EU also works to promote and defend democracy. (In my opinion, a lot of the voting systems used in the EU constitution and other countries are actually more democratic than our parliamentary first-past-the-post system). The EU aren’t attacking our culture. How is this a reason to vote Leave? The ECB isn’t our central bank and we don’t use the euro, so that’s a null point. We’re not involved with the development of an EU military either. In fact, there are lots of centralised EU projects (like the Schengen Agreement) which the UK has chosen not to partake in. We maintain our sovereignty where we please already. We pay for these things because of the lack of trade tariffs- part of the Four Freedoms. It is cheaper for us to import products from the EU than other nations because there’s no tax. Prices on commodities are rising post-Brexit. The reason Brexit talks aren’t progressing is the ineptitude of May’s government. If you want to leave the EU, you’ve got to bring to the table what you want and how to achieve it, not expect it handed to you. She is incapable of that. There’s my counterargument. I see this was posted in Off-Topic and not Debate Zone, but I’m yet to see a thread about Brexit (or UK politics) over there.
  13. How long do you pee for?

    How long do people pee for, on average? How about at their limits? How about when you try to control output? Is this affected by biological sex? Personally, I go for about 20 seconds normally (female)- which seems to be at the drastically low end of the scale, although I’ve never had any issues with capacity.
  14. Well, I typically produce quite bit of discharge throughout the day, so an errant droplet of pee isn’t going to make much of a difference. I can’t remember ever wiping; it’s just not something I feel the need to do (maybe I’m just not a very messy peer).
  15. Where my ladies at who pee standing up?

    Brilliant topic. This is how I got into the wider urine fetish, and it’s still a key component of it for me. Just wish there was more out there! If anyone has footage of a female peeing through the fly, I’d love to see it. It remains elusive after hours of searching- I’ve heard stories of being able to do it, but nothing more, and I’m certainly not capable of it...yet!