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  1. Just a quick thanks for writing this promising installment, Weasel.
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    Very Short Stories - A Forum Game

    For those who like the concept, another user satyr has once started a similar thread. I don't want to necessarily dig it up from the dead, but it has some nice short stories too. Two hasty contributions to this thread from me: "227 characters - 50 words" I don't need to go. It's not that urgent. I'll just hold it. If I leave now, I can still make it. That was only a small leak, no big deal. No, I did not wet my pants! Lies: six, equaling one third of the candles on her birthday cake. "405 characters - 73 words" As a data analist, for Jenny anything in life always boiled down to an equation of input and output. On this day, she was dealing with a demanding process, the input being an important deadline, a promotion on the line, an extremely long call with her boss, and four empty coffee cups on her desk. Oh no, a buffer overflow error! Into her panties, her business skirt, and her expensive computer chair.
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    The Omo Rashi Files

    "Cases #5-7" is the kind of story that you read once, and have to read over again to get all the details*. Great story again, satyr. A little more on the improbable side this time, but good nonetheless. Omo Rashi's notebook is filled with accounts of large-bladdered women, it seems. *speaking, of details, aren't the bladder sizes in the character spec sheet mixed up? After reading this story, I think Mary's bladder size must be the one that is exceptionally large... I would say impossibly large, even. Not that it made me enjoy the story even less, off course. So never mind. I just mentioned it to point out that I did read the story over and over again, and paid attention to the details...
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    University: A Golden Time

    Pleasantly surprised to see you kicking of another story... this was a nice amuse-bouche, now that the scenery is set out, this story could go either way; interesting!
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    The Omo Rashi Files

    I really enjoyed reading those two "little" stories, satyr, although that I'm not going to lie and say that I like the connected stories more than the unconnected ones, I think. On the other hand, I think the concept isn't bad at all, maybe the glue can be even thicker? Or, maybe it's perfect the way it is. I wouldn't know. It's an experiment and the sample size is (still?) small after all... And not in the least, the "character statistics part" is quite interesting in my opinion; a few silly numbers almost completely give away the character's state of mind when it comes to their bathroom visits... Thanks for the good read. Pouring is good, we're here for the wetness.
  6. This adventure is building up nicely; Meagan hasn't even used an "emergency" override yet - is Parker going to push boundaries, or is he going to be a true gentleman? Maybe both? Enjoying this so far, Weasel. I know writing 10.000 words in is a lot of work, I think I only achieved it once or twice in one story... but it's also some kind of personal achievement, I think. Quality over quantity of course, but combing both is even better. (The whole "Gentleman" series is probably hitting 50.000 words by now - just a guess, I didn't count)
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    The long wait

    Thanks everyone for the nice comments. Yeah... ink is running dry though ;) I wrote 95 percent of the story several months ago, even publishing finished work takes ages nowadays... (P.S. I occasionally browse the roleplaying forums, and I see that your pen is still very functional. Unfortunately I'm more of a lurker nowadays time-wise, but I can still appreciate reading a good role play...) It's only true to my imagination, since I've never been part of any kind of a long-distance relationship... I think all of my knowledge on this theme came from this excellent literotica story, which is probably also 100% fictional. Oh well, glad that my imagination isn't too alienating from the real world.
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    The long wait

    "She walked into the room, butt-naked, the wet panties in her hand. It was the best sex I’ve ever had." This story is a follow up to “Fifth date rule” and “Returning the favour”, from which I cited the last line. It’s not entirely crucial to read these stories beforehand. Nevertheless, if you by any chance have the time to do so, I would most certainly recommend it. It’s going to be my last story, but you probably won’t believe it, because I announced my departure from the omorashi writing scene in general roughly two years ago. Yeah ok, I was a big fat liar. I’m going to say it once again, and once again I mean it: this will most positively be my last creative effort. I hope you will all enjoy it. Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation and wetting, and includes some soft male-female sexual scenes at the end. Special credits to Ranpalan from the “Editing team” to proofread my work, and to the thread “Let’s trade stories” which loosely provided me with some inspiration. - - THE LONG WAIT - - *Ding* “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 30.000 feet at an airspeed of 350 miles an hour. The weather is excellent, and we are expecting to reach our destination approximately thirty minutes ahead of schedule. The cabin crew will be coming around to offer you our in-flight service.” Finally. After six months of hard work, I was finally returning home after my overseas’ internship within my uncle’s international company. The whole experience had been amazing; I had learned so much during the last few weeks, and I was still on track to land in a junior executive position - it was an opportunity given to me that I couldn't possibly have refused. I smiled and sighed, so glad that I hadn’t messed it all up, because I had needed to leave behind the most precious thing in my life - Jess. Six months, it had seemed like an eternity. Let me tell you, long distance relationships suck. At first, there’s the awful decision. She wants you to follow your dreams, you don’t want to leave her, but you want to go, you doubt, she stands firm, but you know that deep down inside she will miss you too. But - will she miss you too? Why is she so persistent? Maybe she just wants to get rid of you? You argue, realize your mistake and make up, have second thoughts again. Then it’s final, and then it’s not, and then it’s back to final. Awful. Then, there’s the final kiss before you leave. You look her in the eyes, try not to cry, say you’ll call her as soon as you land, promise her to Skype her every night, then you cry anyway. You’re the last person to board and you have to leave now, but you can’t, and she says that nothing will change, but you know it will. Is the kiss temporarily final or eternally final? Final. The word just keeps spooking through your head during the entire flight. But the worst part is the six-month period itself. That might seem pretty obvious, but there are moments where it hits you really hard. You work hard, you feel alone. You miss a few calls, she misses a few calls, and tells you she’s going out with her roommate. Just her roommate, or her roommate and the two guys living in the apartment below them? Just the movies, or is she going to a sweaty club afterwards? Alright, it was just the movies. You spice things up and try to make love over a webcam line, but it feels weird. You masturbate, but you don’t feel the love, it’s not the same. You need intimacy. A sexy Swedish blonde is doing her internship in the company. You get along. She’s wearing a skimpy red dress to the company gala, and she accidentally falls against you after a few drinks. Soft breasts. You think about accepting her ride to your home, but walk home to cool down instead, and realize how close you were to making a huge mistake. Had you just cheated on your girlfriend for having these thoughts? The rules were unclear. There were no rules. You should have made rules. You beat off, and inadvertently the blonde shows up in your fantasies. Was this cheating? If felt like cheating. The next time your girlfriend moans over Skype that she wants sex, you start to think about your own adventures, and the meaning of her words suddenly change. She said it at least thirty times before, but at that time, “she want’s sex” just meant that she wants you, and you felt good about yourself. Now it means that she is horny and willing to take any guy in her neighbourhood. Off course she’s not. But you know there’s a possibility, and it kills you inside. You count down, hesitant to pick up her calls, afraid that she will break up with you over the phone. She doesn’t. You hope everything returns to normal when you get back. I gulped down the whisky that I had ordered from the stewardess, and smiled when I looked out of the window. Finally, I was going home again, and all of these headaches were all over. A company car would pick me up from the airport, and I would go straight to Jess’ apartment again. We hadn’t made exact plans, but I could think of a few things to do. I hoped her roommate Chloe would be gone tonight so we would have some privacy. “So, big day today, huh? Don’t worry Jess, I made plans for tonight so you two lovebirds will have the apartment to yourselves.” “Come on Chloe, you don’t have to disappear, we don’t mind you being here at all.” “Jess - and I’m raising my eyebrow here - are you serious? It’s been six months. Twenty four weeks that you will have to make up for in just one night. You do not want me here.” “I guess you’re right. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.” “Nervous? Why? You two just passed the ultimate love test! You should be thrilled!” “Yeah um… It’s just that it’s been awhile since we… you know. What if… I don’t know...” “Jess. Not that again. Did you shave?” “Yeah, but what does that have to do with…” “You will be neat and naked, he will be horny. You do the math.” I tossed and turned my cell phone around in my hands while the businessman next to me made an in-flight call to his boss, or at least someone in power. I pondered about making a surprise call to her too, but the service rate was hardly cheap, and I was hardly rich. Sure, if the company credit card took care of it all like my neighbours’, it would be no problem. I decided not to. We managed six months - another six hours wouldn’t be the end of it. The more money I saved, the more I had left to pick her up a present from the airport gift shop. “Jess, I’m getting impatient of you pacing around the apartment. Here, have a drink, sit down. Look - if you worry too much, then just give him exactly what he wants. It will be great either way, but if it gives you some confidence, it could be worth a try.” “What he wants… what do you mean?” “I don’t know, you’re his girlfriend; he must have some kinks in the bedroom, every guy has at least one.” “No, I don’t think he does, we just…” “Jess. Listen to me. Every guy has at least one. Uniforms, whips, leather, feet, you name it. Think. What was the best sex you ever had? What happened before?” “I… I’m not telling you that, but…” “Fine, if you don’t want my help, I’ll get back to the dishes.” “Ok, ok - but don’t laugh at me.” “I’m listening.” “Do you remember the time when I slid the bathroom key under the door - off course you remember, you soaked your jeans right there - well, I was horny and desperate, and we made out in the shower and…” “Hey, I don’t need all the spicy details. Well, maybe I do, but not today. Ok, so he likes to see you antsy and bursting to pee. I get the appeal; you’re his sweet damsel in distress that he wants to save. Typical. Every man wants to be the hero of his girl. Well - this is easy. All we need is a simple scenario for a roleplay and… wait up, I’ll get something from my room, I have an idea.” “Ropes?” “Yep, ropes. Don’t worry, they’re special ones that don’t slice into your wrists when you stir.” “Wait, Chloe, what the hell are you talking about?” “His fantasy. He has a key to the apartment, right? Text him that he can come in on his own. Tease him. It’s mysterious, he’ll love it.” “And what will I do?” “Aha! You will be on your bed in your underwear. Just before he arrives, I will tie your hands and feet to the bed ends. And you make sure that you need the bathroom with some urgency. Don’t fake it, you’re a terrible actress. Drink some water, it should be easy to calculate how much. Let him save you, and be grateful,... really grateful.” “...” “What? Look, if you don’t want to do it, fine. He will be happy with a quick fix, either way. You’re both in love. But it’s not such a bad idea if you’re into it; he will know instantly how you planned this out for him, as if you were fantasizing about the moment for the entire past six months.” “Ok… maybe… I don’t know… and how much do I drink?” “Enough. Relax; it’s still a few hours - you should only start when there’s two hours left or so, with a few glasses, that should be plenty.” The seatbelt sign came on, and the soothing voice of the flight commander announced that we would start our descent in a few moments. I thought about the fact that I never had flown with a female pilot in the cockpit before, and wondered why that was. The weather outside seemed sunny, just like announced, and we would arrive half an hour earlier than originally planned, just like announced. I called Jess as soon as we were taxiing to the terminal. The conversation was quite short; there was a lot of noise in the airplane so I had to speak up rather loudly - it wasn’t the perfect setting for a lovely, enticing conversation. But the message came through, and she told me how she missed me, and how she wanted me to hurry. She didn’t tell why, and I wondered whether it was just love talk, or whether she really wanted me to make a dash for it for some reason. I would have to wait for my luggage anyway, but I hoped mine would be the first suitcase on the belt. “Ok Chloe, he just landed.” “Great. Did you go the bathroom?” “I just did.” “Great. Come, I’ll pour you something. No alcohol, it will only cloud your senses, and you’re drunk on love anyway. How long till he gets here?” “Hmm… he would text me when he arrived in our city’s district, but I think, over a little less than an hour and a half. One hour and a quarter, maybe.” “One hour and a quarter? Jess, I told you two hours! Oh well, it will do. How many glasses of water do you think you’ll need?” “I don’t know, one glass to start?” “One glass in a less than an hour and a half? Are you serious? You’ll need at least four glasses, believe me. I would even take five if I were me, and I know you can hold it as well as I do - we tested in more than one occasion, remember? Bathroom buddies when we go clubbing?” “Okay… two glasses, then.” “Two times two. Come on, drink.” “Ok, one down.” “Next! One and a quarter, one and a half, one and three quarters, two!” “I think this will be enough to…” “No effin’ way, Jess. At least four. You need to be convincing.” “Two. Ok, just another half a glass then.” “Here, drink. Two and a quarter, two and a half, two and a half, two and a half… come on, keep going. Don’t stop!” “That’s two and three quarters! That’s enough, Chloe.” “Ok, for now then, but you’ll need more in a few minutes, I assure you.” “Why are you so tough? You haven’t consumed a single drop yourself!” “Oh, you want me to drink along? Sure, I’ll show you that you’ll need four glasses. And I will not visit the bathroom in the apartment anymore, not before your boyfriend arrives. Heck, I’ll even lock the door to make my point.” “I was just kidding, you don’t have to prove yourself, but...” “One… Two… Three… and a half... Four.. and... a… a half... F... Fi... ah... Five. And that, is how it is done! Don’t laugh at me!” My heart was beating in my chest once I set foot on home soil. A lot can change in six months - the airport hall was completely remodeled since my departure, and I thankfully had the company driver to guide me through the maze. Had I changed? I believed not. Had Jess changed? I hoped not. Only less than an hour that kept us apart. The tension rose with every text I sent, documenting my journey towards her with great detail. “Oh. My God.” “What?” “You look so... seductive - I almost had forgotten you owned clothing other than sweatpants!” “Well, I never had reason to dress up in the last couple of months, but now that he’s back,... Anyway, he’s approaching the district, can you be gone in ten minutes?” “Yeah, of course, come on, I’ll tie you to the bed.” “Are you sure about this?” “Yeah, I’m sure. Foot!” “Hey, not too tight!” “Don’t be such a wuss, Jess, these ropes are delicate as a feather, your fragile ankles won’t feel a thing, I promise. Other foot!” “It’s just a little weird, I haven’t done anything like this before...” “Arm! Relax, he is going to like it, I guarantee you. I’ll do the dishes for a month if he doesn’t. The moment when he sees you squirming around, waiting for him to save you…” “Yeah, uhm - about that - I don’t think those three glasses were quite enough...” “Really? Arm! Come on Jess, you being desperate was eighty percent of the fantasy!” “Well, I do feel a little need, I could go, but I don’t HAVE to. It’s too late now, isn’t it?” “I don’t know, you still got ten minutes, I think you can still do some damage control - wait a second.” “Drink this.” “The whole bottle?” “The whole small bottle. Ten minutes, Jess - it has to run right through you, you’ll need as much as you can take.” “Fine.” “Good girl. Alright, now that you are all tied and filled up, I’m going to take off.” “Chloe?” “Yeah?” “I wonder... Have you ever had sex with a full bladder?” “I did.” “And?” “You know a good girl like me doesn’t kiss and tell… have fun!” The texting back and forth between Jess and me had come to an abrupt halt with a mysterious message - my eyes were glued to my phone for a few good seconds, trying to decipher the cryptic code within. I don’t know how much longer I can wait - I need you so bad right now. The front door is unlocked. Hurry. In any other situation and without context, I would have assumed that she was in serious trouble, but I was almost sure that it wasn’t the case now. There was a wink emoticon, and we had been busy warming each other up for the last couple of minutes. It was a lot more explicit than the last few vanilla messages though - or was I reading too much into it? She meant sex, right? Maybe not. Maybe she was just taking a hot dish out of the oven, and I needed to arrive before it got cold. Maybe. I texted her back, but I didn’t get an answer. I looked up to see where we were - a seven minute drive away from her apartment - and just captured how an oblivious driver flat out pulled out of a small alleyway, forcing our car onto the pavement while slamming the brakes. Asshole. I only stop for hot chicks, proclaimed his bumper sticker - the total douchebag level at least checked out. Fortunately, we were both unharmed and quickly back on our way, but unfortunately, that didn’t last very long. Two crossroads further, my driver pulled over onto a bus stop, checking his mirror in the process, and sighed. “Yeah, I think we got a flat tire.” Yet another delay. I stayed in the car while the company driver got out, and dialed Jess’ cellphone number, to let her know that I would arrive at her place later than expected. Her phone rang a couple of times, then I got her voicemail. I tried calling her again, same result, so I texted her, and got out of the car to see how the repairs were going. Turns out that there was no spare tire, and my driver had called the leasing company’s road assistance. I idled on the sidewalk for a good minute, and then made an impulsive decision - I chose to walk to her apartment. Waiting around while Jess was waiting for me was killing me inside, and while a fifteen minute walk could hardly be called heroic, I hoped it would be at least a little bit romantic. I said my goodbyes to the driver, gathered my belongings, and went on my way. “Chloe?” It was only a quarter of an hour later that I realised that my projected fifteen minute walk would be a little longer in time. Three blocks to go and I picked up my pace. Jess wasn’t responding to any of my texts, but I would be with her soon anyway. Finally. “Chloe! Oh God... CHLOE!” “Chloe, I’m serious, are you there? I think he’s late, and I really need to pee now! Please?” “CHLOEEEEE... Fuck... CHLOE!” “Chloe...” “Chloe... please untie me... please... before I...” When I arrived at Jess’ place, I found the door unlocked with a green post-it note on top of it, that said after unfolding: Welcome home sweetheart - strip to your boxers, don’t make a sound, and meet me in my room... which is exactly what I did without hesitating. Fighting the urge to rush the task, I tried to follow Jess’ instructions close to the letter. I managed to gently drop my shirt, shoes and socks into the sofa without making a single sound, but the adrenaline rushing through my body eventually got the upper hand of me. The metallic noise of my belt buckle falling onto the tiled floor filled the living room. Fuck. “Chloe? Thank god, please please come in quickly…” It was the first time in six long months that I heard my girlfriend’s voice in real life again, instead of over the phone, and to me, it sounded so sweet and divine, as if she was some goddess calling me from above. I didn’t even think about the possibility of her roommate being home home while I was standing in their living room half naked, I thought only about barging through her bedroom door to finally taste her lips again, and so I did. “Well, I’m not Chloe, but I think that...” My heartbeat stalled for a moment while I inspected the scene that I was walking into. Jess was lying on the bed all tied up, her nipples pointing through her bra towards the ceiling. Her legs - much like her arms - were spread entirely and with some imagination, I could see the outlines of her lips through the fabric of her panties. Her knees were unnaturally aimed towards each other, and the whole underside of her body seemed restless, as if something had stressed her out. “... Jess, are you alright? Who... what... Did someone break into the apartment while the door was unlocked?” She gave me a puzzled look, and then bursted out laughing compulsively, while I stood by her bedroom door studying her expression, not knowing how to react. Her eyes were closed and she had somewhat of a painful grimace on her face, but her smile seemed truly genuine, and I couldn’t resist grinning with her, like I was a complete idiot. Her laughter died out before mine, and she waved her butt around sensually, inviting me to come in bed with her. “It’s a surprise for you”, Jess said, using her most enticing voice, “I’ve been - waiting - a long time for you. Now I kind of have to pee, but... there’s something else I want you to do first, something I’ve been craving for since the day you left...” She slowly bit her lip softly and theatrically diverted her eyes towards her most intimate parts, making her intentions clear as ice to me. Although her lace panties were black, they worked as a red rag to a bull for me, and I quickly slammed the door shut before crawling into her bed, like a tiger observing its prey. I gently placed my fingers on her knee and slowly moved up her tense thighs, and she gasped, her bottom twisting and turning, my touch driving her totally crazy. I deliberately missed her crotch by just an inch, let my fingertips slip past her hard nipples, and tucked my hand behind her neck. I stared into her pleading eyes, pulled her head slightly towards me, and leaned over to passionately kiss her full on the lips. It had been so long since I touched her that I had trouble composing myself, but the feeling was mutual, as she forced her trembling lips onto mine again, harder than the first time. I laid beside her and admired her sexy body for a few good seconds; whether she wanted it or not, there was nothing that she could do in her tied up position, and I absolutely loved being in control of the situation. She was breathing loudly, and her legs were pulling the rope around her ankles frantically, trying to press her thighs together in vain. It wasn't until then that I noticed the bulge around her waist, and realised how badly she really needed to pee. I hesitated for a second and looked into her longing eyes again, giving her a chance to confess her need to me, in case she would want me to untie her before we moved any further. As if she was reading my mind, she slowly waved her butt back and forth again, clearly having trouble to keep the rest of her body still, and pointed her eyes towards her black panties again. She really wanted me to pleasure her first. I swiftly moved my hand down under and slipped my fingers right into her panties, instinctively placing them exactly where I knew she liked them, it was like riding a bike. I ran my fingertips over her sensitive spots to warm her up, and gasped when I felt how wet she already was just by the anticipation of making love with me. Not that I was truly surprised, since I was already rock hard myself, without Jess even having touched my erection. She moaned and told me to hurry up, which drove me even crazier; I plucked the condom from the nightstand, and dropped my boxers. I crawled onto the bed again, and my fingers grabbed the fabric of her panties so I could remove them, but then I realised that I wouldn’t be able to pull them down as long as her legs were spread by the rope around her ankles. Taken over by animal lust, I gently moved the fabric around her vulva aside, and pointed my erection towards her. I slowed down, placed it into position, ready to burst forth, and closed my eyes. “Stop - ah - stop... I can’t, stop, I can’t, honey, I’m sorry, I can’t, I’m so sorry!” I immediately pulled back and opened my eyes; a tear was running down Jess’ face. “I need to pee, I can’t hold it, please untie me, I don’t want to ruin my mattress!” I jumped out of the bed without hesitating, and went down on my knees so that I could untie my precious girlfriend in distress as quickly as possible. Confidently, I pulled the end of the rope and assured Jess that she would be out in a second - only to realize that the knot around her ankle wasn’t a conventional one, and that the rope didn’t come loose at all. I cluelessly looked up to Jess, but she had her eyes closed and couldn’t see me - I brainlessly tried the other ankle, hoping that it would come off easier, but to no avail. Jess had dropped all pretense and squirmed around in her bed for all that she had, her knees furiously moving around, and although I felt sorry for her, I couldn’t help to be aroused by the wonderful sight. The fabric of her panties was still aside, and the enticing slit between her thighs was sensually dancing with Jess’ movements. It was a mesmerising sight for a lustful man like me, and I could have stared at it all day long, but there were more urgent matters to take care of. So I stood up, and watched Jess’ body freeze for a good second, and she whimpered, before squirming around again. A short burst of pee dripped out from between her legs; she had leaked. I had to take more drastic measures. “Hold on Jess - I’ll be right back!” Jess moaned and I wondered whether she had spurted once again, while I spurted towards the kitchen to grab the scissors out of the silverware drawer; it wouldn’t be the most elegant or most heroic solution, but it would be the fastest one, and that was what Jess needed at that time. But much to my surprise, all the scissors and knives were taken out of the drawer, and there was just a simple note that said: “The greater the effort, the sweeter the reward. The easy way is no fun. Love, Chloe.” Perplexed, I turned the piece of paper around, and on the backside there was a copy of Chloe’s girl scout knot tying diploma - a particular knot was circled in red with the instructions how to tie the rope. My hands were shaking as I tried to figure out how to do the steps backwards, but then I heard Jess squeal, desperately begging me to help her, and I decided that I would just have to learn by doing it. I rushed into her room again, dropped the piece of paper on her nightstand, and pulled the particular side of rope highlighted in the last step. Adrenaline rushed through me while I succeed; one part of the knot came loose, and I recognized the remaining part from the penultimate picture. Jess clenched her fingers, and shuddered; I could have perfectly clocked the pressure waves overtaking her, urine no doubt rushing against the tormented muscles in her full bladder. The next step, however, seemed to be a little more tricky, and required a lot more of prying the rope, but I persistently followed through, determined to save Jess from her position before it would be too late. The problem was that, though, that when she desperately yanked her hands towards her, the rope would pull itself back into position, and I hardly gained ground. Knowing Chloe all too well, I soon realised that she had used a self-tying knot technique, and considerately asked Jess to try and keep her body under control as good as possible, to which she moaned in despair, nevertheless holding herself as still as she could. “I’ll try, I’ll try, please hurry!” I could only promise her to be as fast as I could; the rope prying was definitely more successful, and I could pull loop after loop from around her wrist. Ecstatic that her arm could move around a little further, she wildy twitched around again, making the last kinks in the rope harder to untangle, but after a good ten seconds of work, the knot came loose, and I scrambled onto the foot end of the bed, while Jess’ hand surged directly to her crotch. I was now in the front row again, and couldn’t resist to take a quick glance; her middle finger was jammed between her lips, her buttocks furiously rocking around, her thighs flexing themselves. She cried out to God more times than I could count, but I knew a divine intervention wouldn’t come and save her. Just three more knots, and she could rush towards the bathroom to get the relief she so badly needed. I gently requested her to lay still again, and she complied, but compared to her wrists, keeping her ankles still seemed to be extremely hard; so urgent was her need, that she had completely lost control over her body. I had just successfully loosened the first two loops when her breathing got heavier, and her legs started jerking around even wilder. The roped tied themselves tighter again, and there was nothing that I could do anymore, except telling Jess to lay still, but she didn’t seem to listen to me any longer. Powerless, I looked up to her, and noticed that all of her fingers were hugging her privates now, covering all of the skin between her thigh and her panties, and she shuddered a few times, before the jerking movement off her legs slowly died out. Glistening drops of pee were passing through her fingers, and soon joined their forces into a sizzling river delta; Jess had lost the battle against her full bladder and slowly but surely started wetting her bed. I hesitantly pried loose another loop, and then I realised there was nothing more that I could do; I had failed her. It would take me more than a minute to undo the rest of the ropes, and Jess simply didn’t have that time. The force of the stream coming from between her legs only got stronger, and the flood drenched the fabric of her panties, still hanging from the side, and landed into her bed. In a last effort to save her mattress, I looked around the room for a container of some sort, and noticed an empty plastic bottle standing on her night stand. Without overthinking it, I grabbed it from the table and pressed the opening it against Jess’ fingers. It wasn’t until then that I realised that the stream of her pee was so thick compared to the small gap in the bottle, and that pissing into one wasn’t as easy as it was for boys, but Jess played along anyway, no doubt in absence of a better option. Trembling, she moved her fingertips out of the way, and a short burst of pee sprung out of her body before I forced the bottle onto her lips. After a few corrections, the piece of plastic managed to collect most of the wetness, and we both heard the satisfying sound of the stream hitting the bottom of the bottle. Jess sighed and completely let go, pee gushing out her like a waterfall, the width of flood expanding, and thick drops splashed against the side of the bottle, all over my hands. In a second or fifteen, she filled the entire bottle, and before I properly realised it, the piece of plastic overflowed, pee waving onto her intimates again. I retracted the bottle, but Jess didn’t stop at all, her mattress ruined anyway, and blissfully continued emptying her bladder into her bed. We looked each other in the eye for few seconds after she finished, both of us unsure how to react, and then we both bursted out laughing at the complete absurdity of this situation. While I told her how much I loved her, and she told me how much she loved me, I untied her ropes, and we cuddled on the dry side of the bed. She started kissing all over my body, and then playfully pulled me out of bed. I followed her towards Chloe’s bedroom, admiring her sexy bottom as she leaped through the living room naked. We made love in her roommate’s bed out of revenge. It wasn’t the sex best I’ve ever had, but it was certainly the hottest. Fortunately we did it more than once that night. THE END
  9. Weasel, I don't think I personally commented on any of your "post Shara and Ger revival stories" yet (read, loved, and upvoted them all though, but actually typing a meaningful reply can take some time, so... yeah*) Weirdly enough, I can still remember what my thoughts were when you announced your revival here, roughly a year ago; hey, it's that guy from Montana Flats, one of my favorite desperation stories of all time (proof, haha) - I hope he revives that one too! Well, I have to say that I don't have the same thoughts anymore, after Meagan and the Gentleman series. I still love "Montana Flats" for it's pure characters and divine simplicity; in that category, I think that scenario and writing is unbeatable. But I feel that you have taken your good writing style and improved it even more over the years, added so much more substance to your stories. In the Meagan and the Gentleman series, you have added a solid backstory, a wonderful love story, and feelings and lots of feelings... there's sexuality, but not so explicit that it's vile. Seriously, have you written these stories specifically catered to my taste, or what? Just kidding. I just wanted you to know that I love them, and keep up the good work (as long as you enjoy writing these stories yourselves). * side-rant: And while I finished this 15 or so sentence long reply, I accidentally closed my browser tab to explore another story of you... fuck, I had to start over again. Better post this reply quick.
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    Forbidden Fruit

    I'm really enjoying to read this story over and over again, thanks a lot satyr. Love every part of it, and it ends with a bang. Compared to your other work, I feel that this is more of a traditional scenario*, but a very enjoyable one for us all. (*: Definitely take this as a compliment: I've said it many times before and I will say it again: I feel like you, as a writer, can take literally any scenario and write an exceptional story about it. It's impossible to like every story equally off course, depending on my mood and taste, BUT every new story of you is a surprise to me.). I know that these words are used so often here in the fiction comment section, that they probably have lost all meaning, but... I can't wait to read part 2! Why? Because the ending of this one makes it seem that the next part won't be as traditional (see *) as this one. Or maybe it is. Satyr, you're leaving us in suspense. ;-)
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    Chloe - an unfinished story

    Thanks for the comments! I'm not going to lie - the reason I posted my unfinished story anyway was for your possible entertainment, so I'm glad that you all liked it.
  12. I’m actually not sure whether I should release this one. I have a few stories in my vault where I hit writer’s block, and of which I’m sure that I will never ever, ever, complete them. This is one of those stories, but this is an odd one; since the main plot is just a frame story, it actually has enough substance to get published. I hope the end doesn't leave you unsatisfied though. This story is also not proofread and edited, so it may be a little rough around the edges. Oh well, enjoy it anyway, before I change my mind. Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding and wetting. - - CHLOE - AN UNFINISHED STORY - - “Hey, love, why are you so silent? Are you having second doubts about moving away? Because you don’t seem very excited about our permanent trip to...” “David, I’m super excited! No, it’s just… I’m kind of worried about my sister, that’s all.” “Chloe? Come on, she’s 22 years old, Hannah. I’m sure she’ll manage without you. She’s the only girl I know who graduated cum laude, she’s almost as gorgeous just like you; people are lining up for her from the border of Kansas. Adult life should be a breeze for her.” “I don’t know, baby. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t know her like I do. I was always there for her, whenever she needed me. Yeah, she is smart - super super smart. But she can be so purposeful…” “... And that’s a bad thing, why exactly?” “Well, sometimes - not always, but sometimes, her mind can be so occupied with a single task that she postpones all the other things around her. Even the most basic activities; eating, sleeping, picking up the phone, you name it. I swear David, when she was working on her school assignments, the house could have been lit on fire, or a lion could have stood by her desk; she wouldn’t have moved an inch, unless I told her so.” “Wait - so you are saying that she would rather starve than stop her activities?” “Well, eventually she gets to things, and you don’t starve in a day, so she hasn’t exactly starved herself yet. But some more urgent matters that cannot wait hours until she finishes her task, yeah, definitely.” “What do you mean, ‘urgent matters’?” Hannah was silent, and peered out of the window, clearly hesitant to specify her sister’s behaviour any further, but she sighed, and continued anyway. “Alright, you and I both promised to each other that we wouldn’t have secrets between us, so I guess I will have to answer your question, but you have to guarantee that this story stays between us. If my sister finds out that I’m telling you this, she would be so embarrassed that she would never want to see you again. And I want to be able to visit my family once in awhile.” “My lips are sealed.” “There have been some… incidents with Chloe.” “Incidents?” David raised his eyebrow, and pulled onto the right lane, as a faster car was approaching him, intrigued by Hannah’s indecisiveness. They still had to pass a good amount of road, and there was no better way to kill the time than a mysterious story about his sister-in law. “Incidents where she so occupied with her activities, that she forgot to… use the little girl’s room. Well, she did not actually forgot, it was more that she postponed it, until - well, it was too late.” “So what? Every six- or seven year old has that phase; I still remember my older sister wetting her khaki trousers, when we were playing Mario Kart on the display console at the supermarket. And she still was proud that she beat me in the race, even though she was standing in a large puddle of her own piss.” “Not when she was seven, David, she was definitely not seven,” Hannah explicitly repeated herself. “Oh, you mean…” Hannah just nodded. “And has she always behaved like that?” “Not always. The first incident - or at least that first I know of - was when we were in first year of college.” “Story time?” David smiled at his girlfriend, placing her hand on her thigh. “We have plenty of time anyway.” Hannah bit her lower lip, her mind racing whether she should tell David the tale only her and her sister knew. Chloe didn’t even knew that she knew about it. He was a great secret-keeper, though. And she had promised to tell him little detail of her life. She started slowly. It was a warm summer evening. Our parents were out of town, so me and my sister were home alone for a couple of days, and the college placement tests were approaching. Chloe’s obsession with studying, which started in high school, was on a whole new level. So when we got home from some summer day camp, I cooked - well, I ordered pizza - while my sister went upstairs to her desk in the study room. We at together, and when she finished studying for the night, we placed ourselves on the couch and watched a movie and then went to sleep, rinse and repeat. The second day she ended her study session later, and the third even later, and on the fourth day she announced to me that she wouldn’t have time to eat with me, so she got her lasagna and consumed it at her desk. I wasn’t particularly concerned; Chloe seemed to like her long study sessions, and I knew how important good grades were for her. So later that night, I did the chores, she joined me for a movie, we went to sleep. On the fourth day, she didn’t even got downstairs to grab her food from the plate. Again I at alone, yelling that her food was ready, but the only reaction I got was ‘just a second!’, and thousands of seconds passed after. At first, I was annoyed with her; I had had a great time with her before, and now she just stood me up for her books. But I couldn’t stay mad for long, and after an hour or so, I heated her dinner in the microwave, and brought it to her. She was definitely hungry; she finished her plate in no time, her study book next to it. I did the dishes, and went upstairs to her again. “Hey sis’, I’m starting the movie, let’s go!” I said. “Oh.” She didn’t sound as excited as me, deeply engrossed in her math problems. My sister was leaning over her desk, her leg folded under her, wiggling on the office chair and I noticed that she had undid her belt. I was a girl myself, and I knew my sister very well; those were the signs of a college student Chloe who needed to pee. The only thing I though was that it made sense; she had rushed to the study room once we got home, and she had entirely finished the plastic water bottle that I had brought to her. “Chloe?” I asked again, awaiting a proper response. “Yeah, um”, she said to me, without looking up, “is it alright if you start the movie without me? I just want to finish this chapter, I’m almost done”, and she flipped two or three pages, and showed me the next chapter. “It will just a minute or ten, and then I’m going to the bathroom, and I’ll join you on the couch.” “Promise?” - “Promise” I sighed, but it was pretty clear to me that I wouldn’t be able to get her ass out of the chair. And ten minutes alone on the couch wasn’t the end of the world. I decided to pick a simple movie, so that Hannah wouldn’t have a problem understanding the plot once she joined me. I think you guessed the next bit already; she didn’t come downstairs in ten minutes, or twenty, or thirty minutes for that matter. Soon, I realized that Chloe wouldn’t be joining me tonight; she broke her promise to me. Agitated by her behaviour, I decided to let her study in complete silence. Fine by me. I was halfway into the movie and in the kitchen to grab a snack, when the silence upstairs came to an abrupt end. I heard a loud thump - something heavy falling over - and then a cannonade of powerful footsteps on the floor - Hannah was running, towards the stairs, and then the noise stopped. I was intrigued what the fuss was all about, but also a little bit angry with my sister for staying me up. She was clearly by consciousness, and she didn’t shout for help, so she wasn’t in real danger anyway; I munched on my chips, muttering to myself that if she didn’t need me, I didn’t to help her out either. But curiosity killed the cat, and after a good minute, I decided to check up on her; she was my one and only sister after all. I climbed the stairs and immediately noticed that our bedroom door was closed, which we never did by the ‘no-secrets’ policy enforced by our mother. I felt a warm wetness in my right sock once I reached top stair, and looked down; there was a sizable translucent puddle on the floor, darkening the tile joints. Had she...? Wet footsteps all over the way to our bedroom seemed to suggest that Chloe had. Silently, I tiptoed towards the study room, where the office chair was lying on the floor sideways. Instinctively, I ran my fingers over the seat, and felt wetness, a lot of it, the smell indicating that it was mixture of sweat and pee, but mostly pee. Chloe had leaked - scratch that - she had full-on pissed her pants right here on the chair! I was simply perplexed. An accident, at her age, while the bathroom was unoccupied for the entire evening and just downstairs? I couldn’t almost believe it, but then Chloe emerged from our room, the evidence all over her. She didn’t seem to notice me in the dark room, but I saw her, very clearly, her wet jeans in her hands, still wearing her light grey panties, dark grey around her crotch. Even the front of her t-shirt was wet, indicating how sizable her flood had been when she had wet herself. After she sneaked downstairs, I walked back towards the kitchen as if nothing had happened; I assumed Hannah didn’t need an humiliating lecture by me - peeing your pants was probably already enough of an embarrassment for a college student. I heard her putting her clothes into the washer, and the sound of a shower running short after. When the movie was nearing it’s end, Hannah finally snuggled up to me, wearing nothing but her pyjamas, and excused herself. I kissed her on the forehead, waiting for her to tell her that she wet herself. “But until today, she never confessed the study incident to me”. “Wow,” said David simply. “What a story. And that wasn’t even the only time?” “It wasn’t the only time. But before I tell you the next story, you will have to fill up your tank. And I will have to empty mine. All that talk about my sister peeing makes me have to go as well. That, and the can of fresh orange juice Chloe made me before we left.” “Alright, I’ll get of the interstate; gas is cheaper in the stations on the country roads.” Back home in the former twin’s bedroom, Chloe mindfully wiped the last tears from her face, and shuffled towards her closet, her white socks dragging on the floor. Deep down inside, she just wanted to be happy for her sister; Hannah had found the love of her life, a sweet and thoughtful guy, who would one day make her the loveliest wife in the entire state. Chloe knew that it was the thing her sister wanted the most since her sixteenth, and she had no problem with Hannah moving away; it was just… that she had always envisioned Hannah in a lovely house in their hometown, two blocks away from her. In her imagination, she would find a smart guy eventually and settle down, and her and Hannah both would have children, and they would come together every afternoon to discuss how their perfect lives went. Needless to say, the news that Hannah and David would move to the other side of the state, had been a real shock to Chloe. Although her slim looks and sweet personality attracted a lot of male attention, she hadn’t met her smart guy yet, and Hannah was still her soulmate, the love in her life. And in a single day, that best friend had moved out to become the family member that would come home from Christmas - Chloe understood her sister’s decision, but had yet to accept it. She decided to leave the house for today to take her mind of things; she took her lab coat and slipped it over her comfortable onesie. She wasn’t in the mood to change, and with her long white coat covering most of her clothing, it wasn’t noticeable to an outsider that she was in her loungewear. Besides, the university was closed anyway, so she would probably be the only one on campus. “Mom, dad, I’m going to the lab for a while! Don’t wait for me for dinner!” Not awaiting her parent’s response, Chloe took her bike and left their home by the garage, her yellow winter boots crackling in the snow. White flakes were falling down rapidly, and the visibility was too low to ride her bike, so Chloe went to campus by foot, holding her vehicle right beside her. Maybe she could use it to ride back home once the snow stopped. - - - - - “Gas is cheaper in stations on the country roads”, Hannah mimicked her boyfriend’s earlier comment, “yeah, that is, if we ever find one of those goddamn stations!” “Relax, sweetheart, the low fuel light isn’t even on yet. I’m sure we’ll come across one in the next few minutes. I would be more worried about the amount of snow that is falling down; I can’t hardly see the direction signs.” “Yeah, I’m going to be happy when we arrive at our place.” “Me too. See, you’re starting to get over leaving Chloe already. I’m sure she feels the same way about you.” “Mmmh…” “Speaking of which, you promised me another story about her. It’s been quiet in the car since the radio stopped working because of the snowstorm.” “Mmmh… alright then.” Chloe’s dedication to college only got worse over the year. When we had to hand in assignment, we literally had to shove a plate over her books, or she wouldn’t eat. My mother had to impose a night clock upon us, or she would stay up all night, getting the final details of her work right. That worked for a while, but then she started skipping breaks at school to make up for the time she couldn’t work at home. She got applauded by the family for her tremendous work ethic, but I wasn’t sure that her behaviour was really good for her, although she didn’t really seem to suffer. Chloe was still her cheerful self, but it was the little details that uneased me. She regularly stayed in class until the very last minute, sprinting towards the bus with the books in her hand. On more than one occasion, she admitted to me that she hadn’t gone to the bathroom after lunch, and had to squirm in the her bus seat, before desperately hobbling towards our home. I wasn’t there with her on the toilet off course, but I’m sure that she had a few extremely close calls… “Were you worried that she would have another incident?” David interrupted. “Kind of, yeah. It wasn’t a real problem when I was the only one who knew about it, but what if something happened in public? She shrugged it off when I confronted her; she wasn’t taking it seriously. After a few of her little shows, I decided to keep an eye out for her.” Every week on thursday, we had a two-hour physics lecture in the largest college auditorium, and the professor was notorious for criticizing anyone who entered the class late. Only two minutes before the class would start, I was getting impatient; I hadn’t seen Chloe during lunch, and there was still no sign of her. As some of the last students passed me through the auditorium door, I checked my phone to see if I hadn’t gotten a text from her, but I hadn’t. The last text she sent me was to announce that she wouldn’t come to the lunchroom; she would stay at the lab to perform some experiments with the chemistry professor, and meet me outside the auditorium. The one minute mark before the lecture started went by, and I knew that I had to I had no other choice to attend class without Chloe. I hesitated for another few good seconds; a part of me felt that she would still arrive, although all the other students were already inside. She was purposeful, and missed some things, but she had never missed a class. No - that wasn’t the type of thing Chloe would do. With twenty seconds on the clock, I pushed the door and stepped inside the auditorium; I loved my sister, but I wasn’t going to undergo a public beating just because she decided to be late. “Hannah, wait for me!” That was Chloe’s voice, and I had to squint my eyes to notice her in the back of the hall, running towards the auditorium, still wearing her lab coat. I firmly pushed the door open for her, and spotted two seats in the back on the third row on the right; I would just make it in time, but Chloe did not have a single second to spare. She dropped her books on the table next to me, and I noticed the professor genially staring at his wristwatch, ready to call my sister out in front of the entire auditorium for being late. But she wasn’t, as she plopped herself down in the seat just when the second hand on the clock passed the minute mark. Seamlessly, the professor started his lecture without a whim. “Where were you?” I whispered, piqued by her late appearance. “I came straight from the chemistry lab. I must have forgotten all about time - the next time I’ll set my alarm, I promise. I didn’t even have the time to grab lunch from the cafeteria...” Thankfully for her, I had already figured that one out, so I had brought her a banana and a water bottle from the lunchroom. She thanked me and quickly consumed her poor man’s meal, while she started working on her physics notes. I sighed; sometimes, I really had to take care of her, as if I was her mother instead of her sister. “Let me guess - she hadn’t visited the bathroom during lunchtime either?” said David, cutting Hannah off again; he seemed more interested in the story than in finding a petrol station - and a bathroom for his girlfriend. Yeah, and it didn’t take me long to figure that one out either. I could tell that she tried to hide it from me, but I knew her since the day we were born, and something was up. Since the lecture started, Chloe had her legs firmly crossed, her upper body leaning unusually far over the small table; from around twenty minutes in, she started shifting around in her seat, her leg bobbing down as if she had a nervous habit. But for me, it was the telltale sign that she needed to pee. As the half-time break neared, her movements rapidly became more obvious, her need probably not improved by the water bottle that I had brought her, which was now more than half empty. The quality of her handwriting was deteriorating, and the number of notes that she was taking diminishing. She bit her lip, rocking on her chair, the wood silently making a cracking noise when she applied force on the seat. Persistently, she tried to keep up with her note taking, probably hoping that physics would make her take her mind of things. I sat beside her and peered at the clock, praying that the lecturer wouldn’t ramble on and postpone the break, as Chloe seemed to be getting really desperate. She hadn’t held shoved her hand between her legs yet, but it was in position to do so. I don’t know for how longer she could last, and as she had proved, her bladder had limits. Thankfully, she didn’t have to test them that day, as the professor announced a five minute recess. Chloe jumped up immediately, legs knotted tightly together, ready to rush off towards the ladies’. At least, that was what I assumed. Instead, she grabbed one her notes from the table, and turned herself towards me. “I’m going to ask the professor a question about what he meant there, are you coming too?” Oh no. Chloe was doing her single-minded thing again. I didn’t mind that she had a ritual of asking professors all kinds of questions during recesses; her love of detail was the reason why she was one of the best students of our class. But what I couldn’t possibly understand is why she couldn’t drop it, just for once, since she clearly had to pee so bad. It was the sensible thing to do for anyone, but not her. She wanted the answer to her question, no matter what. I decided to intervene. “Yeah, how about we do that in a minute,” I told her, “but I need to use the bathroom, do you want to come with me first? You know I hate going alone.” “That last part is somewhat of a lie,” Hannah said to David. ”I don’t mind using the ladies’ all by myself, but it was something that I had made my sister believe in. I had found that Chloe refused to go when I straight up commanded her, but she would more than often come with me if I visited the bathroom myself.” “Clever.” David laughed. So I walked up the stairs to order to add force to my request, but much to my surprise, Chloe didn’t come with me, and she said:“Actually, I kind of need to go as well” - understatement of the year, I thought to myself - “but I really am going to ask this question first. It should be quick, and then we’ll go together? I’ll be back in a second.” And off she went. Unfortunately for my sister, two other A-students swooped in and captured the professor’s attention before she could get to him. From in my seat, I saw Chloe nervously glancing to the waiting college girl before her, and then to the auditorium door, her foot tapping on the floor. I could only assume that she was overthinking her little plan, but then the first student took off, and Chloe was now first in line. It would be her turn soon. But Chloe would learn about the relativity of the word soon, as even from where I was sitting, I could tell that it wasn’t soon enough for her. She briefly started pee dancing on the spot by crossing and uncrossing her legs, her arms folded over each other to withstand the temptation of pressing a hand on her crotch, and then stood still again, but not for long. As it turned out, the question that the girl before her had was not such a simple one, and the professor took his sweet time with the student. He glanced at his watch, and then signaled my sister to come over. Chloe, clearly having trouble standing still, leaned over his desk, her ass swaying back and forth, like a cat waiting to attack its target. Her question seemed to be resolved as quickly as she told me, but a part of me wondered whether she Chloe was really satisfied with the answer, or that she left because she simply couldn’t compose her any longer. The way she gave her crotch a quick squeeze walking towards me seemed to indicate the latter. I moved over towards the aisle, instructing Chloe to come with me. “Continuing with our last subject…” The professor raised his voice, and then roaring in the auditorium slowly diminished towards a small buzz. I glanced at my clock, and then at the distressed look in the eyes of my sister; the lecture had started again before we had gone to the bathroom. I shrugged and stood up anyway; I had promised Chloe that I would go with her. But as always, my purposeful sister had other plans. “I suppose we will have to hold it a little longer,” Chloe nervously whispered to me, as she took place in her seat again, blocking my way out. I stood there, perplexed. Alright, she did not want to draw any attention to her - I got that - but she couldn’t possibly mean it, right? I mean, she was truly bursting, clearly holding it for another period wasn’t an option? “Look, I have to go, let’s be qui-” “Do you care if I start the lecture, miss?” The auditorium laughed, and I turned myself to the front of the class, noticing that every student was sitting in his seat again, and the professor looking at me. Fuck. I really wanted to help my sister out, but I wasn’t willing to make a scene in a full auditorium. I nodded and sat down in silence, looking over to Chloe. She was holding herself. Fifty more minutes to go. “I’m sorry about the bathroom, Hannah. Do you think you can wait until the end of the lecture?” she whispered to me, shifting in her seat, making me feel that the question she asked me was actually one for herself. “Let’s hope so. Can you?” Chloe lowered her eyes, and forced a painful grimace on her face. “Let’s hope so. The break was short; maybe the professor will do another recess in between chapters, hopefully - I mean, maybe - sooner, and if not, then I’ll just have to… hold… it...” I tried to be sympathetic with Chloe, but she was just overly optimistic; in all of his previous lectures, the professor had never granted us a second break. If she wanted to wait, she would have to do it for another forty-nine minutes, and I wasn’t sure that she would be able manage that. I wasn’t even sure that she could hold on for another ten minutes. As the clock indicated a little later, Chloe even did fifteen. Thirty-four minutes to go, and my sister was on the very edge. Her left hand was glued to her crotch, her tense fingers pressing against the seam of her jeans, her butt constantly shifting in her seat. Thankfully no-one was sitting in the seats behind us, and for the moment, I seemed to be the only one paying attention to the show Chloe was putting on. Acting like nothing was wrong with her, she tried to make notes, but the maximum her trembling hand could manage was an illegible line or three, before jamming itself between her legs together with the other hand, dropping her pen on the table. Thirty-three minutes and thirty seconds left; there was simply no way that Chloe could hold it until the end of the lecture, but I knew my sister. Once she was resolved to do something, she would continue attempting to do it, even it was against her own better judgement. I had to intervene, if not this could only end in disaster. “Fuck. I really have to go to the bathroom, Chloe”, I whispered, and shoved my hands between my legs to add force to my argument. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going now. Come on, move over.” “Just… just… a few more minutes… I’m sure the next break is soon…” I didn’t know whether she was talking to me, or to her poor own bladder muscles, but she was fooling one of us nonetheless. No matter how hard I wanted that break too, it just wasn’t going to happen; the professor had just started a new chapter, explaining a three page formula to us. In the most optimistic realistic case, he would end the lecture five to ten minutes earlier, but even that moment was still twenty-five minutes away. Chloe’s plan made no sense at all, but then it occurred to me that maybe she was so frantic that she had lost all notion of time; no matter how smart she was, her brain would only be able to take so many impulses. She started twisting and turning, sitting sideways in her seat, her quivering buttocks facing me, and her shameless crotch-grabbing now visible to the three students in the next row on the left of us. Thankfully, they were carefully paying attention to the professor’s lecture… well, until Chloe’s right leg spasmed and banged it’s knee loudly against the table. She was helplessly losing control over her own body, and all I could do was watch her and hope for some miracle, before she would lose control over her brimming bladder too. Then, the lecture got interrupted by a sudden beaming sound, shrilling through the speakers of the auditorium, one hanging next to the row that me and Chloe were sitting in. Fire alarm. Nothing happened at first, but a second later the professor cut his lesson, and the first students stood up. I glanced at my sister and smiled; her wonder break was happening, and during all the confusion, nobody would notice her strange behaviour either - her guardian angel was on point that day. “Lucky girl,” David agreed on a more serious tone. That’s what I thought too, and I rose from my seat, while the back row students were the first ones leaving the auditorium. The bathroom was just across the hall, and with the fire alarm urging the pack of students out of the building, the stalls would be dead empty too - surely even Chloe would realize that, even in her desperate state. But much to my surprise, she stayed in her seat, leaning forward, hands jammed in between her legs, making no intention to rush off to the toilet she so badly needed. I gave her thigh a little sympathetic push with my knee, but she did not budge - in fact, she did not move around at all anymore. No more squirming in her seat, no more tapping her foot up and down, no more bouncing her knee around. And then she looked up to me with those big hazel eyes, a forced smile on her face, subtly feigning carelessness. Instinctively, I looked down, as in one moment of inspiration, it occurred to me why Chloe didn’t make a run for it. It had been a while since I had seen that particular look on her face, but I clearly remembered it from when we were younger; faking innocence was her childhood bluff tactic for when she was confronted with misconduct. I could only imagine that she had leaked, or worse. Her dry jeans seemed to indicate the former, but I couldn’t be sure, since both of her hands blocked out the area around her crotch, but as it turned out, she wasn’t holding back any longer - at all. A dark blue wave appeared on both of her thighs, and the wetness spread rapidly downward her knees. It was like a water balloon had exploded from between her legs, piss streaming out of her with a tremendous force as if the tighter passage between her bladder and her pee hole wasn’t even there. Chloe looked up towards the students leaving the auditorium, and then stood up herself, splashes of wetness dripping everywhere, especially from under her lab coat, which simply acted like a water slide for the puddle she had made in her jeans. The piece of clothing, however, saved most of her appearance, as the white front flaps fell down to her knees, leaving only the dark blue lines on the inside of her lower legs visible to the outside world. I packed the books on her desk as Chloe shuffled forward into the pack of students queuing in the aisle - I figured that my sister would prefer to avoid a return to the mess she had made in her seat, and so did I. When I turned around to follow her to the designated evacuation area, she had disappeared, and I couldn’t find her outside either. I searched for her in the bathrooms, the gym dressing rooms, the bus stop, but she was nowhere to be found - until it hit me. The chemistry lab. That’s where I found her, standing in her socks and released from her soaked jeans - I knocked on the door and placed her books on the table by the door. She didn’t look up for even a second, and the passive-aggressive conversation that followed went along these lines: “Hey - I brought your books - Are you ok?” “Yeah, I mean, this formula was really bothering me, but I think I found the mistake in the simplification my professor made, and…” “Chloe, stop. That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” “You don’t?” “Look, I know you always shrug it off, but if we can just talk about it, then...” “Can’t we do this at home? I’d love to help you out with your problem, but I’m in the middle of my experiment and...” “My problem? You pissed your pants in the middle of the auditorium!” “Oh, that.” “Yeah, that.” “What do you want me to say? Yeah, I had one weak moment when the alarm suddenly surprised me, and I leaked some in my panties, but I’m sure it will dry out before we get home - no-one will ever know.” “Chloe, don’t lie to me, or don’t lie to yourself, you know what happened.” “Yeah, I just told you. So can you stop bothering me so I can continue my experiment?” “And that was that.” “Wow.” THE END A few last words: I wrote this story after satyr’s post in the thread “Let’s Trade Stories!”, where he said, and I quote: "My favorite scenario is any variation of: girl teases others for always having to pee / having an accident / etc and never imagines it can happen to them, until it does, to humiliating effect." Off course, since I haven’t actually finished the story, I didn’t fulfill satyr’s request at all, but you can imagine where this story would have headed, if I would have completed it. By the way, I’m not fishing for comments to encourage me. I swear, I’m never going to finish this story. Never. Your own imagination will have to make up the rest.
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    Favorite Fan Fiction?

    What's your favourite *any form of art* is always a difficult question. Just like movies and music, omorashi fiction comes in so many flavours - so I cannot pick one. Maybe I shouldn't put up a lengthy reply here, but I always want to support to great writers. I know some of them are no longer active, so they won't even ready my reply, but hey - these are my favourites: Game, Set, and Wet by Gillian - this guy wrote so many amazing desperation stories, I just had to put one of them on this list. His stories are a little less "deep" than my other favourites, but he could describe a desperate woman like no other. So sensual, vulgar. I particulary liked this one because of the backstory of the main character as a rising tennis player. Not-so Cliche Summer by Meowth - a rare gem for me since Meowth didn't write a lot of stories. This story hits many notes for me and it's the first one I read on omorashi.org. I think I particulary like it because of the pureness of the characters, while they are definitely not kids. The Decameron by satyr - oh... my... god. This is a literal masterpiece (in my humble opinion), and a must read for anyone who likes longer in-depth omorashi stories. It's not finished but there's plenty of detail to enjoy. Satyr nailed the framing of the story here (just like he did in Developmental Biology, but that's not my fetish), his other stories are absolutely fantastic too. Montana Flats by Weasel - I think this story would qualify as my favourite, but it changes from time to time. I don't even know why I like it so much, because the scenario is pretty straightfoward, and there are stories of greater length out there. But I actually do know. It's the scenario. I like the innocent main character, her pee shyness because of her upbringing. I also love a little young romance in my stories. There's so many amazing writers that I missed in my list, which I enjoy so much too, to name some from the forum: fullbladder, WaityKaty, pwpj, IndigoFromWHP,... and more. I hope the art of omorashi writing never dies. But the original poster asked to name one favourite, I posted four. (I know that hotlinking to members.easyshag.com doesn't work, but I included the links anyway)
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    This Time I'll Wet Myself

    Wonderful. The excitement in this story was so... exciting. Loved the wordplay.
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    Omorashi novel

    Ah... New Years resolutions, they fail so often... however... this resolution can still be saved. *hint* ;)