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About vikka

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  • Birthday 01/18/1994

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    Homosexual
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    Sigtuna, Sweden
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    Omorashi Yagai!! Painting, drawing, writing, reading, horse riding, training, socialize with my friends, and a lot of other things.

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  1. One healthy baby!

    Oh, Ashley, I'm so glad on your behalf :smile:!!!!!! I love babies! Haha, it doesn't seem, that you'll let us know her name... But I know it anyway, it is, wait for it... nope, if you want it to be a secret, I won't tell it But it doesn't begin with U, and it doesn't begin with X either...
  2. @Minervafan and Flower: Thankyou, thankyou :smile: Your comments are making me so happy!! I hope it won't take long until next chapter...
  3. Like other of my friends I've more than once been subjected to men, who have tried to press their leg against mine at a cinema, at a crowded bus or train; even trying to touch my leg. If I'd remained seated, they would probably go further... But I've always moved to an other place. This happens from time to time, and of course I get intimadated by it. As I at first got intimidated by that woman's approach. And I could have stood up an moved to another seat or even left the cinema. It wasn't me being lesbian, that made me stay. It was me being hypersexual as a side effect of my bipolar disorder. I got aroused... and... I've written about my bipolar disorder and its effects on my profile page.
  4. Down my skirt in the park

    Hi DezzyBlack, I know my comment is slightly late, but I just stumbled over this thread of yours, and I got to tell you how much I liked (loved!) (still love!!) your stories! I too love to wet myself outdoors in public (and Indoors in public...) so i know your feelings. Which you describe so well (making me utterly aroused )! For the days coming I'll look for your other posts in hope for to reexperience the arousal I've got from this thread My educated guess is, that I will... /Vikka
  5. Some time ago something really crazy happened to me. It was on one side (at least in the beginning) scary and on the other hand arousing, exciting and very sexy. You could say that it began with a pint (or was it two?) of beer at a pub. At least the beer played a big role in what happened later. After the pub I continued alone to a cinema to see a film. I bought my ticket; I was early and sat down to wait for the doors to open. After a while i felt, that someone was watching me. I looked up and noticed a woman, who seemed to be very interested in my person. She was nice-looking with brown hair and dressed in a blue cardigan and a red skirt. She could be about 28-30 years old. I felt a bit uncomfortable by her interest but then the doors opened and I went in and found a place in the back part. The film had been on for a couple of weeks and there were only a few spectators here and there. There were noone near to me. But when the light began to dim, someone sat down on my left side. I thought it was a bit odd; usually, when there are plenty of free seats, people leave some seats between them and the next person. I noticed a faint scent of eau de cologne and gave my neighbour a furtive glance. It was the lady, who had been so interested in me before. The film began and I got absorbed by it and forgot my neighbour. Until I felt her leg touching my leg. At first I didn't bother, but then she began to press her thigh harder against mine. I looked down. She had pulled up her skirt high up, showing, that she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose. Her thighs above the stocking tops gleamed white. And then, all of a sudden, her hand was caressing my right thigh! I got scared; what was she going to do! I tried to move away my leg, but she held it with a firm grip. She turned towards me, and whith her other hand she pulled up my skirt. I thought I should scream or something, but it felt embarrassing to let the audience know, what was going on. She caressed my thigh higher and higher up. I tried to keep my thighs pressed together, but she was strong and succeeded to part them. Well, maybe she wouldn't have succeeded, if it wasn't for the embarrassing fact, that my resistance bit for bit had weakened. I was still a little scared, but I was also to my shame getting more and more aroused. When her hand eventually had reached all the way up between my thighs, I knew, that it was greeted with my deceitfully welcoming pussy, pulsating with shameless lust! She grabbed my left hand and placed it right up on her own pussy! I shouldn't have, but I let her do it. And furthermore, I immediatly began to caress it! Her panties were already very damp from her juices, and her pussy trembled under my busy fingers. Her own fingers weren't exactly idle either, and soon were my panties pretty damp too! It felt so good! I really, really didn't want to gratify her by giving in to my sexual desire, but like a lightning from a clear sky my first orgasm made its entrance on the scene! And naturally there were concequences... A couple of beers and an orgasm... I wetted myself like a baby, in a cinema, my little mimsy caressed by a strange lady! I couldn't stop it! It was like a Niagara Fall forcing through my panties! And I got another orgasm! And yet another... And... The lady didn't seem to object me peeing myself all over her hand! On the contrary, her fingers were playing my pussy like a concert pianist would perform a piano concert with all its variations. After her third (or so; I was a little dazed by that time) orgasm, she too began to pee her panties. She started by dribbling and then continued with a couple of small squirts. It was lucky that there were a lot of noises from the film, which drenched our panting and moaning... After my orgasms had ebbed out, my scare for her returned. After all, I thought, that she was a bit freakish... So I decided to leave just before the film ended. I left in a hurry, and when I got out to the street, I ran precipitately back to the pub, where I'd left my bike, and off I got as fast as I could, and didn't stop until I'd got home to my own little cottage!
  6. Hi, everybody, This happened only minutes ago! I went out in my garden for my usual Good Night Pee. I hadn't peed since I had supper four hours ago. I had a large can of beer to my meal (which was Pasta alla Carbonara, my speciality). I spent a nice evening, mostly reading. I opened a bottle of red wine, which I totally emptied, why I opened another, of which I consumed about half. It was a very pleasant evening, and I really enjoyed being all alone with a good book and red wine. When I stood up to prepare for bed going, I realized that I was pretty tipsy. But it felt good! I went out in the garden, and standing on the lawn with parted legs I, as usual full of expectations, waited for the sluices to open. I didn't have to wait long. Usually it starts slowly with a few trickles, hardly enough to moisten my panties, then a little pause to add to my expectations, and then increases to a steady stream through my panties. But this time it was like a volcano eruption! My pee gushed out in huge quantities! I wore a pair of pink, silky panties, and they were rapidly filled with pee. At first they hold the pee, which made them attain the shape of a big balloon! I bursted out laughing hysterically, when I saw the pee balloon I had created dangling between my thighs! It lasted only for a short moment, and then the pee forced its way through my panties and hit the lawn with a BIG splash! I went on peeing for ever and ever! Being so tipsy I had big problems with my balance and staggered around, pee splashing in all directions. I got hornier and hornier, rubbing my mimsy outside my panties, and suddenly I started to have one big orgasm after the other! Imagine the sight! This girl, being me, tipsy, moaning loudly, giggling hysterically, with her pee gushing through her pink panties, reeling on unsteady feet until she looses her balance and finds herself sitting on the ground! Still peeing, still orgasming! Vikka, when will you grow up?
  7. Hi, everybody! Here comes a new chapter about Manon and her Magic Whistle! It's actually a continuation in time of what happened in Chapter 5. Manon and the Magic Whistle, Chapter 7. Manon didn't go straight to home. For her fifteenth birthday she had wished for a camcorder, and to her delight Anouk had given her money to buy one. On the internet she had picked out one that she liked, and now she was on her way to a store outside the town, that sold it. But before she took the subway away there, she wanted to change her panties. They had become cold and weren't any longer like this snugly pee warm... She found a new pair in her rucksack, and with them in her hand she sneaked in behind a shrubbery. She pulled off the wet panties and washed her genitals with some kleenex. When she was about to put on the dry panties, she hesitated. It was after all such a nice spring weather; why not be naughty and skip panties... She decided quickly and put both pair of panties back into her rucksack. The wet ones she first put in a plastic bag. It wasn't far to walk to the subway station, but she enjoyed every inch of it. She felt so delightfully indecent, when mild spring breezes fanned under her skirt and carressed her bare crotch. The camcorder had lots of very good points; it was very small, could film in very feeble light and had a 30X zoom. Manon longed for to begin using it. On her way home she sat facing two girls of about her own age. It wasn't rush hour and the three of them were the only passengers in that car. One of the girls had black, black hair. Must be dyed, Manon thought. The other girl was a total contrast. Her hair was so light, that it was almost white. She caught, that they talked about some girl, who was in the same school class as they. At first Manon didn't take any interest in their chat, but then she caught that the light-haired girl said, that she'd seen that girl and another girl hug eachother really long. "I wonder if they're lesbian?" - "Blah!" The black-haired sniffed. "It's yucky!" - "Why yucky? Is it yuckier to be in love with a girl than to be in love with a boy?" - "You're mad! Of course it's yucky, when girls have sex with eachother!" - "You're the one who's mad... You're just like the worst homophobe!" They went on squabbling. Manon fibbled with her Whistle. What if... Well, why not! She took out the Wistle from her pocket and put the "horny"-end to her lips. She aimed it at the black-haired "homophobic" girl and gave it a rather faint and short blow. Then she aimed it at the other girl and did the same at her. She waited a moment to see the effects. It didn't take long before both girls started to fidget about, pressing their thighs together and rubbing their bottoms against the seat. When Manon saw, that the Whistle worked as it should, she too started to press her thighs together and rub them against eachother. Then she slowly, bit by bit, pulled up her skirt, revealing her thighs above her stocking tops and the garters holding up her stockings. She didn't stop before she imagined that the other girls should be able to see all the way up to her bare crotch. The two girls had stopped bickering. They were both confused at the feelings, which were flowing through their bodies. Fascinated they looked at the little girl opposite them, who didn't seem to be aware of, that she was showing her legs in their full lengths. And she wasn't wearing any panties! She looked as a girl, who had dressed up to a sexy woman in nylon stockings and garterbelt. Like a little girl she was toying with a kind of an ornamented wooden stick. They watched her putting it to her mouth like it was a whistle but no sound came when she blew in it. They thought that she looked really cute, playing with a stick at the same time as she was trying to look like a sexy grown-up lady. Under the influence of the Whistle they both began to feel more and more aroused and couldn't take their eyes from the little girl. She looked so sexy with her girlish little vagina, whithout any hair on it. Manon thought it was time to heat things up. She cheekily placed her right hand up in between her thighs and parted her by now very swollen labia. She moved her fingers slowly around her clitoris, made it stiffen and tremble. As if they were mesmerized, the other girls pulled up their skirts. They too started to finger around their clits. The black-haired after first having pulled down her panties a bit. Her genital hair was curly and black (maybe the hair on her head was natural black after all, Manon thought). Manon stood up and placed herself in front of the other girls. Shamelessly she put her left hand upon the front of the light-haired girl's panties and stroke it gently on her poking clit. The girl panted and her hips moved against Manon's hand. The black-haired girl stared at them, and moved in closer to the light-haired. Now Manon turned to the black-haired. But first she pointed the Whistle towards the other girl and blew it again. But this time in the "pee"-end. Not so hard, she didn't want an accident to happen too quick. Manon now concentrated herself on the black-haired girl. It was time for her to eat her earlier homophobic comments! Manon seized hold of the hand, which the girl was so urgently using to caress her vagina and placed it onto her own wet mimsy instead. She pushed the black-haired's fingers in between her labia, from which by now her juices spilled over. At first the girl seemed to hesitate, but very soon she was eagerly busy caressing every bit of Manon's genitals. Manon gave tit for tat, concentrating on the girl's amazingly big clitoris, which she twiddled between her thumb and her index finger. The first one to get her orgasm was the light-haired. She gave away a moan and began to bounce on the seat. In the middle of her first orgasm, she started to wet her panties. Her pee came in a slow but steady flow, and she stared in open-eyed wonder how her pee gathered between her thighs and then gradually ran over and down to the floor. The sight of the orgasming and wetting girl made Manon to have her first orgasm. Which by no means made the black-haired to stop caressing Manon's vulva... Again Manon took out the Whistle. She pointed it at the black-haired and blew hard in, at first, the "horny"-end and then in the "pee"-end. The result came almost instantly! With a cry the black-haired got an earthquaking orgasm, and at the same time she peed forcefully right upon Manon's belly, crotch and legs! Manon responded by coming in a series of orgasms, making it impossible for her to hold in her pee, which she sprayed all over the black-haired, soaking her clothes completely! The train slowed down at Manon's station. She pulled down her skirt, which luckily had remained dry. She turned to the black-haired girl: "It's really yucky to have sex with another girl, isn't it! But I can't complain about the orgasms you gave me, and you seemed to enjoy them, that I gave you! And how you loved my pee all over you! Lesbians rule!" Manon was very pleased with herself, when she left the train with pee still dribbling down her legs. Her stockings were wet from both her own and the black-haired girl's pee. She sneaked behind an advertising pillar and pulled off her stockings and put them in her rucksack. She kept her garterbelt on and continued towards home with the garters dangling against her thighs.
  8. Thankyou so much :)!! This chapter is based on something, that happened to a girl in my class, when we were 15 y o. She was also denied to leave the classroom to visit the toilet. Our teacher was just as mean as the teacher in my story. And as in my story the poor girl wetted herself before the whole class, and the teacher yelled at her... I wish I'd had Manon's Magic Whistle! And btw. next chapter is almost finished; actually I'd planned to post it before this one...
  9. Hi, I wasn't sure myself... But getting this comment from you made it more than worth it !!!! If you were here, I would kiss you and kiss you again!!! And you're soon getting a baby ! If I tried to hug you now, would my arms reach around you? Love you/Vikka
  10. Drunk Girlfriend

    I know it's a horrible thing to admit but I LOVE watching a tipsy girl to pee herself! I really do my best to comfort her, telling her how I feel sorry for her. But secretly I get so excited! And reading your story also made me very aroused! And my panties pretty damp! Thankyou!!!
  11. Hi, It's raining outside my little cottage and I'm sitting in my favourite armchair waiting for the rain to stop. Looking out of the window through the curtains of raindrops running down the pane, I suddenly realize, that I'm looking at my favourite spot in the world to wet my panties: The lawn in my garden! Every morning the first thing I do is to go out in the garden and standing with my legs parted pee through my sleeping panties. I can't imagine a better way to start yet another day! And every night the last thing I do before going to bed is to go out in the garden, pull up my skirt and pee through my panties. It gives me the feeling, that I'm pouring out all the vexations, that use to gather in my mind during a day. Then I can go to bed and sleep in peace and quiet! (Sometimes I keep the wet panties on during the night. I love how they cling around my mimsy!) As some of you by now know, I love to wet myself anywhere and everywhere in all sorts of public places. And yet my garden is my favourite spot. Although it is so secluded, that no one from outside can see me. Not at all public, as I otherwise want it. But it gives me a feeling of security in my daily life to also have included my fetish as a kind of a routine in my daily living. Something I can do privately, all by myself. This was just some reflections running through my head a rainy day. It would be nice to hear of how other members might involve our fetish in their daily routines. If they do *giggle*
  12. Congratulations Rachel I hope you'll be happy ever after!!!! I've liked your style very much since the day I entered this site Congratulations Rachel I hope you'll be happy ever after!!!! I've liked your style very much since the day I entered this site
  13. Hi everybody! I'm back after a long time of not being quite well. I've seen that a post of mine has received a bunch of "flattering" - but totally incomprehensible - comments. I don't think I'll respond. Anyway, I've just posted a new Chapter of the Manon tale :) And another is soon coming. It feels good to write again :)

    1. OmoCommando

      Welcome to the internet.

    2. frostyjr2

      Welcome back, littlest sister! i've missed you! :)

    3. Ashleycub

      VIKKAAAAAAAAAA <3

  14. Hi everybody, I beg forgiveness for this very long delay to post a new chapter. I wrote this chapter in February, but I haven't been in the mood to post it earlier. Anyway, I feel much better now and here is the next chapter. Manon and the Magic Whistle, Chapter 6. Manon was at a school with only girls and most of her teachers were females too. They were all nice, she thought, with the exception of the English teacher. She was young and good-looking but very strict. Very! Manon didn't like her at all. It was like Miss Aldén (that was her name) enjoyed to be mean. She often made malicious remarks, if a pupil failed to give the right answer. It happened quite frequently that some poor girl burst into tears during her lessons. One day one of Manon's classmates, Anita, asked to be allowed to go to the bathroom. Miss Aldén answered: "You should know by now, that I don't allow my pupils to leave the classroom for bathroom visits. There are plenty of time for that between lessons." "But..." "No arguing! To get you to understand what I'm saying, you have to write 'It's not allowed to visit the bathroom during the lesson!' ten times on the blackboard! Now!" Anita went up to the blackboard on shaky legs. She started to write. She tripped restlessly on the spot with crossed legs. Suddenly she stopped writing and dropped the chalk. Tears welled out of her eyes. She pressed her skirt in between her thighs. It didn't help. She parted her legs, and her classmates and Miss Aldén witnessed how she totally lost control and peed herself. Pee ran down her legs and hit the floor. Some of it filled her shoes. Her classmates looked in horror at her. They felt so sorry for her. But Miss Aldén didn't feel sorry. "You filthy girl! What are you up to? You're fifteen years old, not a baby! Go back to your desk, after the lesson you and I shall pay a visit to the headmistress!" Manon was so angry! She couldn't believe, that a teacher could be so cruel; it was like she thought, that Anita had wetted herself on purpose. And on the top of it all, she'd forced Anita to sit at her desk in her soaked panties for the rest of the lesson! Someone should teach her a lesson! Then she got a bright idea. In her pocket she had, as usual, her Magic Whistle. Why not let Miss Aldén see how it felt to have to pee really, really bad? Concealed in her hand she brought the Whistle to her lips and aimed it to Miss Aldén. At first she blew a shorter puff, just enough to make her to feel a strong need to pee. Miss Aldén was standing writing on the blackboard, when she began to move a bit uneasily. She crossed her legs and pressed her thighs together. She tried hard to not show anything to the class. Her urge to pee grew stronger and stronger, but it was only five minutes left of the lesson. She should be able to endure. To leave for the toilet during the lesson was out of the question, she thought. Not in the wiew of the rule she'd just minutes ago stated for her pupils. Sure she had to pee pretty bad, but she was a grown up, she was no doubt able to endure. At that moment Manon blew her Whistle again. This time stronger. Miss Aldén began to wriggle and trip restlessly before the blackboard, and now the whole class noticed her awkward predicament. Was it possible? Did their strict teacher have to pee so badly, that she wasn't able to conceal her urge from her class? Miss Aldén got more and more desperate. She pressed her hands against her crotch. But all was in vain. Suddenly a strong spurt of pee soaked her panties and the front of her skirt, that she'd pressed in between her thighs. At first the pupils didn't notice as she still was facing the blackboard. But soon she peed a steady stream, which ran down her legs, filled her shoes and hit the floor forming a big puddle around her feet. The bell went for the end of the lesson, but the class didn't notice it. They were all staring fascinated at their teacher. Miss Aldén shouted: "Leave the classroom at once! You too, Anita! I'll talk to you later." It was their last lesson for the day. But Manon wasn't done with Miss Aldén. She thought, that Miss Aldén should learn to show respect for her pupils. She waited outside the school. It didn't take long before Miss Aldén appeared. She had a light coat on, which concealed her wet skirt. Manon followed her at some distance. She knew, that she used to cross a park near the school on her way home. It wasn't very likely, that she would choose any other way home than the shortest, she thought and giggled. She was right. Miss Aldén turned left, when she reached the park. Time to act, Manon thought. She put the Whistle to her lips and again she blew in the "pee"-end. Enough to make Miss Aldén desperate to pee. Miss Aldén stopped and crossed her legs. She realized, that she was soon to pee herself again if she didn't find somewhere release herself before. She looked around and then, with short but very quick steps, she reeled away towards a big shrubbery. Manon turned the Whistle to blow the "horny"-end. It was a pretty long blow, enough to make Miss Aldén to stop to put her right hand in between her thighs, pressing in the coat and the skirt against her crotch. With very funny steps she continued to the shrubbery. Manon hastened to catch up with her teacher. Again she put the Whistle to her lips and blew first the "pee"- and then the "horny"-end. Hard puffs! Miss Aldén stopped behind a bush. Hastily she took off her coat and threw it on the ground. She pulled up her skirt to her hips but didn't manage to pull down her red, silky panties before she started to pee. Manon was right behind her and hurried to pass her to be able to watch her strict teacher wetting herself like a little girl! Oh, it was such an exciting spectacle! Manon felt strong twitches in her pussy, she was getting very horny! Miss Aldén winced, when she caught sight of Manon. Somewhere in her dazed mind she knew, that she should behave herself in the presence of a pupil of her, but it didn't stop her from putting her right hand on her crotch. Her pee rushed between her fingers, when she rubbed upon her panties. She'd parted her legs and through her almost see-through panties Manon could see, that her crotch was clean shaved. Manon went up close to her teacher. She pulled up her skirt and grabbed her left hand and placed it on the front of her pink cotton panties. Miss Aldén made a feeble try to withdraw her hand, but Manon blew another puff on the horny end of the Whistle, which made Miss Aldén to instead begin to caress Manon's pussy! Evilly Manon thought, that Miss Aldén was in her power now! She reached her hand in between Miss Aldén's thighs and felt her warm pee pouring on it. It felt so nice! She cupped her hand and let it be filled with pee. Then she brought it to her mouth and drank it. Oh, it tasted wonderfully! the taste excited her! She wondered if her teacher would like to taste her pee. She started to pee, and at once it streamed through her panties and into Miss Aldén's caressing hand. "Taste my pee", she whispered. And Miss Aldén wasn't late to do so! "Did you like it, miss?" She asked. "Ye... yes!" Miss Aldén stuttered. She began to caress Manon's pussy again. Still wetting herself Manon got a big orgasm! She moaned out loudly! In the next moment her teacher also came hard, groaning and moaning! They both were shaking, Manon in several ongoing orgasms! Their orgasms ebbed out. Miss Aldén, still immensely horny, tried to kiss Manon. But Manon took a step back. "Miss Aldén", she said in a serious voice. "I'm only fifteen years old, and you're my teacher! You're not allowed to kiss a pupil! You're not allowed to caress her pussy! To make her orgasm! You're not allowed to let her taste your pee! You're not allowed to masturbate in front of her! And let her witness you're orgasms! You wouldn't be allowed to teach anymore, if I told what you've done! Not in our school, not anywhere! You might even have to go to prison! If you don't want that to happen, you have to do as I tell you. Firstly, you have to beg Anita's forgiveness! And secondly, you have to treat your pupils with respect in the future! And do you know what? You're now in my power! You have to obey me, do whatever I tell you! In short, from now on I am your Mistress! Do you get it? Say: Manon, you are my Mistress, and I will always obey you! Now!" "Manon, you are my Mistress, and I will always obey you!" She looked at Manon. "Please, don't tell anyone! I will beg Anita's forgiveness! And from now on treat my pupils with respect. And do everything you tell me to do." "Good! See you in school tomorrow, Rebecka Aldén!" And then she turned and left Miss Aldén, who was still standing with parted legs and wet panties. It was not until she noticed, that a couple of girls stared at her, when she passed them, as she got aware of, that her skirt was still wrapped around her waist, and that she showed her soaked panties. With hot red blushing cheeks she hastily arranged her skirt.
  15. Share your ideas to make a story together!~

    @vexer6: That is such a wonderful idea! It contains so many nice possibilities ! And btw. thankyou for your support on the other thread! I Think you know, which I mean. I really, really appreciated it! @KawaiiUnknown: I hope you get more splendid ideas for your story!