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  1. Vikka is what I called myself, when I started to talk, and it has been stuck to me. It's short for Victoria. My avatar is me lying on the bed, crying and not wanting to listen, when my Mistress (now living in Canada; I love her, miss her, but we have contact at least once a week) is yelling at me for not having been obedient (which happened all the time). I chose that pic as my avatar, when my former one was removed, because it was considered indecent (it happened to show a glimpse of one of my nipples; something I hadn't even been aware of myself before. I was sitting, fully dressed, writing on my laptop, which I thought was a typical image of me. But, after having had it as an avatar here for a long time, someone obviously found it unbearable to have to look at a bit of my nipple every time he/she visited my profile, and made a complaint. And the avatar was removed. Rules are rules, which I had to accept.) Haha, at least I'm very much fully clothed on my present pic!
  2. Oh, thanks a lot, Oscar ! It feels so good to be appreciated for my stories! Now and then I feel so insecure about my English. I know I'm good writing in Swedish, but English is after all a foreign language for me, but I write a lot in English, and hoping I'm approving... Anyhow, Oscar, I'll keep them coming (in this case I'm referring to stories, not to girls...)
  3. @ Indigo and frostyjr2: Our dance was performed just as I described it. I danced the woman's steps and Lena the man's. But as I knew how to dance tango and Lena didn't, I kind of showed her by my moves how to lead, maybe you could say I was a latent leader. But very soon Lena got the hang of how to do the tango (hehe!) and we were cooperating very nicely. You should know that it of course was a "beginner" tango with only basic steps. And as our bodies were close (hehe, very close indeed) she (as the supposed leader) slided her right leg steps in between my thighs. Of course, if you dance with space between your bodies, there are more variations you could practice. A very erotic variation is, when the leader is close behind the follower. Especially if it is a heterosexual couple, a stiff cock could create a certain sexual tension between the two. At least I imagine so... To show how the man's right leg slides in between the woman's legs, click ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=P4tdbZZdhzM It's a short clip that shows how to tango for beginners. And btw. I'm so happy that you've read my story so thoroughly, that you've noticed even small details!! Thankyou for the interest!!!
  4. Thankyou biggest sis for a wonderful comment! <3 you soo much! I'm so happy you like the third person narration! I've been thinking for a long time to try to write about my own experiences in third person, but wasn't sure how it would work. But then I thought it would give so much more possibilities in handling both with the other characters and myself. So I gave it a go... And now you've given me courage to continue! I truly love you!!!!
  5. Hi, I've been reflecting on a new way of telling my wetting experiences. Instead of writing in first person I'll tell them in third person. In that way I'm able to be in the mind of all characters in the story, not only in my own. This allows me to give the reader information that the main character (I, Vikka) may not know, but which could (maybe) make the story more interesting. It will enable me to depict not only my (Vikka's) own thoughts and feelings, but also the other characters' as I imagine them (or have been told them). There is particularly one reason for choosing this way of writing. It's a bit embarrassing to tell you, but the reason is, that it enables me to relate the other characters' opinions of me (and, of course, other persons, that appear in the story), and also their views of the course of events. When I write about me in first person, I can't, for example, tell how absolutely cute, witty and charming other persons in the story think I am, hehe! Now to my first attempt to write about my own experiences in third person. ************** VIKKA, THE NEW CLASSMATE She slammed the door, when she entered the teachers' staff room. English teacher Kerstin Wall was frustrated. Her cheeks were aflame. Her eyes were aglow. She flopped down into an armchair. "That new girl, Victoria Dubois, she's totally shameless!" Miss Wall was so upset, she almost choked up. She took a deep breath and continued. "I caught sight of her during the last break. She was talking to another girl and she looked very stressed, nervously stepping on the spot. Now and then she crossed her legs. Suddenly she spread her legs and pulled up her skirt. She was wetting her panties! I was standing only maybe five meters from her but that didn't seem to bother her. She went on peeing and she really must have been desperate. Before she was finished, the bell rang. The other girl started to go to her class room, while Victoria waited until the last drops. Then she let down her skirt and was just on her way to go back to her class room, when I stopped her. I told her to go to the school nurse's office and tell her what had happened so that she could get washed and also borrow a clean pair of panties. Also I thought it would be important, that the nurse became aware of Victoria's incontinence problem." At this point a senior colleague interrupted her: "Miss Wall! Why on earth do you tell us all this? You've been at this school for fifteen years now; is this the first time you've come across a student having a wetting accident? I don't think so. It happens now and then. Girls get excited, they forget to go to the toilet in time; they accidently wet their panties! What's the big deal?" "The big deal was her attitude! She looked at me as if I was joking. She said that she would miss an important math test, if she had to see the nurse, and that her wet panties wouldn't bother her at all. On the contrary; she quite enjoyed the feeling! And she added, that never, never she would wear the ugly panties, the nurse would provide her. Impertinent girl!" "Well", the senior colleague said, "maybe she should have expressed herself in a more respectful manner, but obviously she was under the stress of trying to be in time for the math test and therefor didn't find the proper words. But I find her eagerness to not miss the test is worthy of respect, and should excuse her lack of proper manner in this particular situation." And all the other teachers - except miss Wall - agreed to her wise summing-up of the case. Although the young gym teacher, miss Git Anderson, had some thoughts of her own about Victoria. But they were not thoughts, that she had any intention to share with the other teachers. After the math test Vikka had no more lessons for the day. When she left school, she was very content; she knew, that she had done well on the test. But she was a bit worried about what miss Wall might make of her wetting accident earlier. She'd seemed very angry, and even threatened to report her to the headmaster. Well, Vikka thought, an accident was an accident, and surely she couldn't be punished for it. She pondered a bit more over miss Wall. She couldn't be more than something about thirty years old, probably even younger. but yet she behaved like a narrow-minded, middle aged woman. But if one looked closer, she was actually really good-looking with a fine figure. "Hi!" It was Lena, who came up side by side with her. She was the same girl, who was talking to Vikka, when she had her wetting accident before the math test. "Have your panties dried yet?" She giggled. Since Vikka had come to the school a month ago and begun in her class, they very quickly had become close friends. "I saw, that miss Wall caught you. What rotten luck! What did she say?" Vikka told her. "Well, never mind miss Wall", said Lena. "I've more important stuff to talk about! As you prolly are totally unaware of, my fifteenth birthday is coming up, and next Sunday you're hereby solemnly invited to celebrate that illustrious event!" "Hurrah! My dear young friend, finally you too have reached the estimable age of fifteen years! Do you realize, that from next Sunday we're of legal age to sleep together? No more fear of the Police bashing in, when we're fucking each other!" Vikka hugged Lena and gave her a kiss on her mouth. Lena returned the kiss, this time involving her tongue. Vikka liked it, and so her tongue began to whirl around Lena's. Lena got excited and pressed her left thigh in between Vikka's. Feeling the thigh touching her crotch Vikka started to rub her pussy against it. But suddenly they both came to their senses. They parted quickly. "Not the right place", said Vikka. "Not the right time", said Lena. "I've to hurry home. Mom wants me to go with her to visit my grandma." On her way home Lena was thinking of Vikka. What fantastic luck, that they'd become classmates! From the moment their form teacher had introduced the new girl, Victoria, to the class, Lena had become fascinated of her. She was tiny to be a fifteen year old girl, smaller than anyone else in the class. She was wearing a short, grey, pleated skirt, a pink t-shirt, pink Chuck Taylor hi converse shoes and white knee stockings. She had a slim, boyish figure and very small breasts. Her hair was brown, shortcut and ruffled. In all she didn't look the fifteen year old girl she was. More like twelve, thirteen... The form teacher told them that Victoria was born in France, and had moved with her parents to Sweden about two years ago. She asked Vikka to tell her classmates a little about how it was like to go to school in France. She told them that she'd been at a Catholic school in Paris, and that the students had to wear school uniform and that the disciplin at a Catholic school was very strict. Vikka had no difficulties to speak Swedish but she had a French accent, which her new classmates found very cute. Vikka finished by telling her classmates to call her Vikka. She wasn't fond of the name Victoria, it sounded like a stiff, old spinster, she said, and her classmates laughed. The first weeks Lena only looked at Vikka from a distance. She made her feel so strange. When she was near Vikka, her body got all hot and tingly. When she wasn't at school, Vikka was in her mind all the time. One day she thought, that it was like she was in love with Vikka! But, stop! It couldn't be. She couldn't be in love with an other girl! But once the thought had crossed her mind, she began to realize that there were no other explanation. Oh, speak about hopeless love, she sighed. How do you explain to an other girl, that you're in love with her? And what does it make her? Was she lesbian? All sorts of thoughts romped about in her head. One day their gym teacher Miss Anderson announced, that for the next weeks, they were going to learn how to do dances, that were necessary for girls to know. Today they were going to learn tango. Miss Anderson picked one of the girls and showed them steps and how they should hold the partner. Then she told them to stand in to rows facing each other. On her command, the girls in one row was to step forward and ask a girl in the other row for the dance. Lena was startled. The girl opposite her was Vikka! With a pounding heart and trembling knees she took the few steps up to Vikka and said as Miss Anderson had taught them. "May I have the pleasure of this dance?" Her voice was squeaky. Miss Anderson put on the music, a fiery tango from Argentina. Tentatively Lena put her right hand on Vikka's back. At arms length she began to lead Vikka before her, trying desperately to remember the steps, Miss Anderson had taught them. She tripped and stumbled over both her own feet and Vikka's. Miss Anderson approached. "No, no! Tango is a sensual dance, an erotic dance, in which the male dancer expresses his desire for the woman he loves! Tango calls for physical contact. Try again!" Still shillyshallying, her whole body was trembling by the thought, that she was supposed to get close to Vikka. Feeling Lena's hesitation, Vikka took the whole charge of their united carrying out of the tango. At her Catholic school in France, social skills as different dances, including tango, had been very important, and, in comparison with general Swedish standard, she was an expert tango performer. She pulled Lena close to her body, and whispered in her ear: "Now, take long sliding steps. Listen to the music and follow me. Let your leg slide in between mine!" And Lena indulged in the dance and let the erotic tango tunes fill her body. By every step her right leg slided in between Vikka's legs. She felt her bare skin against hers (as it was a gym lesson, they'd changed into their gym dresses). She felt how Vikka slightly lowered her body making her crotch to get in contact with Lena's thigh. In time with the inciting music, Vikka rubbed herself against Lena's thigh. She couldn't help herself. It felt so good! Lena felt the wetness from Vikka on her thigh. She heard how Vikka began to pant! It was a wonder! A miracle had happened! She'd made her beloved baby girl aroused! Miss Anderson watched them closely. It was a miracle how well they now executed the dance. That little French girl had taken over and she obviously knew how to do the tango. But maybe she emphasized the erotic element of the dance way to much. It was on the way to pass the bounds of decorum. Reluctantly (she'd become quite aroused herself just watching them) she went up to them and stopped their dance. When the girls had separated, Miss Anderson detected rather big, wet patches on the crotches of their gym dresses. It was time to end the lesson, so she told them to go and have a shower and change clothes. Next time, she thought, she would choose a less erotic dance, maybe polka... She also thought - the naughty teacher - that she wouldn't mind a private tango session with Victoria. But - she sighed - she knew her role as a teacher. But it wasn't forbidden to have fantasies... In the changing room Lena and Vikka chattered with each other as if they've been friends for years. When they went into the shower room, Vikka whispered: "Let's share the same shower!" She giggled. In the shower Vikka felt that she needed to pee. She used to pee in the shower, but now Lena was there too. But she really needed to pee. So she asked Lena: "Have you ever peed in the shower?" "Umm... I...", she faltered, "m... maybe. It has happened." Vikka giggled. "I do it often! I need to pee now! Badly! Can I?" "I too do it often! Can we do it together?" Lena couldn't believe, that she just said that. "OK! Oops, I've already started!" Lena saw a thick stream of pee coming from Vikka's pussy! In the next second she also started to pee! She parted her legs so that Vikka could have a good view. Then she saw how Vikka put a finger on her clitoris, and began to rub it with circular movements. She couldn't believe her eyes! Her new friend was masturbating in front of her! And instinctively her own hand had moved down to her own pussy. The two girls came closer and closer to their orgasms, while pee still was running out from their pussies. Lena gave away a scream, but Vikka quickly put a hand over her mouth. They were absolutely exhausted and Lena sat down on the floor. But Vikka drag her up again. "We've to hurry! Or we'll be late for next lesson, and you know what Miss Wall would say if that happens!" Lena and Vikka became very close friends, and there is a lot more to tell about their adventures!
  6. Oh, Kimiko, I get such a cute image of you fidgeting with your hands pressed in between your thighs! And I love that image!
  7. Hi, Jody, that was such a cute and also very arousing story about your first adult wetting! And it couldn't have been more public! I guess you must have been very embarrassed at the moment. Was it that accident, that made you love omorashi? To continue dancing in your wet panties was so cheeky and daring! I wish I were the girl, who you followed home. It would have been such a treat to find your panties all wet! Kisses/Vikka
  8. Personally I'm not a bit shy to announce to people around me that i have to pee. But I've noticed that a lot of women, who otherwise would think it to be disgusting to talk about pee and pee habits, when they are beginning to feel desperate to pee, get an irresistible urge to inform people within earshot about their predicament and how it progresses . And they're going on talking about it, instead of discreetly sneak away to the bathroom. I suspect that they deep down harbour a fascination for these things, and that their desperation makes their inhibitions blow away
  9. Yes, big sis, we most certainly do! :D And I love my middle sis too! :D Says littlest sis!
  10. Wouldn't "Completely off-topic" be a more suitable place for this thread?
  11. I got so aroused looking at that cute, innocent-looking girl in her white dress! She was so naughty when she raised her skirt and peed her cute, white panties. I want to have her as my wetting buddy. To be naughty everywhere together with... Gosh, I'm soo aroused!
  12. I was born in Annecy, France, and lived there for my first ten years. Then we moved to Paris for less than a year, and when I was eleven we moved to Stockholm, Sweden. Since I was about sixteen I've lived alone in my own little cottage near the very old and small town Sigtuna (where, apart from me, the King of Sweden once was at school). Since my parents died I've had great difficulties to subordinate myself to other people, and finally my guardian realized that I was capable of taking care of myself and allowed me to use some of the money, my parents left me to buy a house of my own.
  13. Why did that make me so terrifically aroused?
  14. I would like to smell like an apple! When will you wet yourself next time? Or is wetting yourself something you'll never imagine yourself to do?
  15. Oh, thankyou very much for all your nice comments! Some of you thought that I was brave for telling the waitress about my accident. But honestly, I don't think I was brave. Of course I was embarrassed when I told her. But I'd peed on a chair and on the carpet in a private owned café. It wouldn't be fair to just leave without taking responsibility for the damage I'd caused. Similar accidents have happened before, and I'm by now quite used to tell what happened. And never has anyone been angry with me; on the contrary, they've been very nice. I guess people appreciate honesty. There is also something I got to confess: For me the embarrassment I feel, when I confess an accident, gets me really turned on! Weird, isn't it? Lots of kisses to all of you!!
  16. Last evening something happened that I am pretty sure will never happen again. I was strolling around in the city. I'd been having a lot of coca cola and was getting pretty desperate to pee. It felt nice but I wanted to intense that feeling, why I directed my steps to a café. Coffee would be what I needed to reach the final stage of desperation, I thought. It was a very cosy café. The interior decoration was kind of Laura Ashley inspired, and the chairs were very comfortable with thick, comfy cushions. I sat down at a round table in a corner. The tablecloth was quite generous; enough to cover my legs, which I appreciated as maybe there would be some wriggling and even holding. I ordered coffee and one Danish pastry. I'd just started to enjoy my coffee, when a voice made me to look up. It was a good-looking woman in her thirties: "Excuse me! I'm reporter at News at Town" (a fictitious name), "and I would like to make some questions about your café habits. If you attend cafés often, which you like most, how you want a café to be like and so on. I would really appreciate if you will have the kindness to answer them! May I sit down?" I was taken by surprise and couldn't find a reason to say no. But I did regret saying yes right after I'd said it. I mean, after all I was pretty - no, by now I was very - desperate. What if I had to hold myself? This could be thrilling! The journalist told her name was Barbro and asked for mine. Then she began her questions. She was a very nice woman and funny to talk to. When she'd finished her questions, we went on talking about all sorts of things. At first I didn't feel at all desperate. But after about twenty minutes I felt a sudden, strong twitch in my lower abdomen. And then the desperation began! I sneaked my right hand under the tablecloth, drew up my skirt and pressed my hand on my crotch. Barbro didn't notice anything. My desperation increased. I squeezed my thighs hard together. The twitches came faster and stronger. It was as they were knocking on the door, demanding me to release my pee! Knowing this wasn't the right time to wet myself, I tried as hard as I could to prevent an accident, which seemed to approach so inexorably fast. I rubbed my pussy forcefully, which quickly got me to the verge to come! Mustn't happen, I thought! If it did I would most certain lose the battle... Barbro gave me a quizzical look, when I suddenly gave away a moan. I felt my fingers getting wet. I'd had a strong spurt of pee in my panties, and it took all my strength to stop me from totally lose it. I pressed and rubbed harder, but had to stop doing so. If I'd continued, I would no doubt orgasm right there, in front of a journalist interviewing me! That would have been too embarrassing! Well, the alternative would also be embarrassing, as it would be me wetting myself in front of a journalist interviewing me! But as I couldn't possibly have an orgasm without her noticing it, I decided to let Nature have its course! Which Nature had the next moment! I completely lost it! My pee streamed through my panties, between my fingers and into the thick chair cushion, which silently absorbed my pee! I probably blushed and my breathing was a bit strained. Barbro asked if anything was wrong, but I denied it. While I was still wetting myself... It went on for ever and I was actually talking to her at the same time as I peed. I felt really weird, and I was so embarrassed! Finally she thanked me and said she enjoyed our talk. "Likewise", I answered and felt so relieved, when she left. I hoped she didn't thought I was unpolite, as I didnt rise to say goodbye... Then I sat there for about ten minutes, thinking of what to do. I've peed litres into the chair cushion and some had come onto the carpet too. I know, I had to tell the waitress about my accident. But it wasn't an easy step to take; it would be so embarrassing, so very humiliating to confess that I've been wetting myself like a baby. At the same time the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation made me really aroused! I couldn't help myself from touching my pussy, and before I even knew what I was doing, I was eagerly caressing my pussy upon my soaked panties! I reached an overwhelming orgasm within a couple of minutes and I had to bit my lips to avoid screaming! And before I left the café, I told the waitress that I'd had a wetting accident. I told her that I absolutely wanted to pay for the damages and left my name, address and mobile number. She was very sweet and said that accidents happen! As I was talking to her, pee drops still ran down my legs. To confess my accident to the waitress was one of the most humiliating moments of my life!
  17. Sorry! I forgot to answer this! I believe it is #2 (mainly because I don't like video games...) About my true and false statements: Look above!
  18. -_- #1 was true! I did buy a new "Butterfly" last Friday! It was #3 B) Do you really think that I would take part in a challenge meaning that I'd have to refrain from wetting my panties for a whole week? About #2, I think I'll write a story about that incident. And now, which one is false: 1. Today I'm going to collect a post parcel containing a new Japan influenced girl school uniform. My old one is kind of worn-out... 2. Today the headmistress gave me a severe reprimand for wetting myself in class. She thought I did it on purpose... 3. Today I've caught a cold. I feel miserable :(
  19. Little omorashi girl is naughty ;)
  20. I'd say it's #2. 1. Friday I bought a new "Butterfly". The remote control to my old one didn't function anymore... 2. I once wetted myself dancing with an other girl at a gay club. 3. I and two other girls have challenged each other not to wet our panties for the next seven days.
  21. Yeah, it happens often. And sometimes I even come back wondering what I've been doing during the lost time >_> I was once going by bus together with a friend, when she poked my arm hard and whispered: "Vikka, what are you doing!" I got abruptly aware of my surroundings and realized that I'd shoved my skirt in between my parted thighs, softly rubbing my crotch I quickly tore away my hand! I was so embarassed! I hadn't been aware of what I've been doing... Do you like to masturbate at the same time as you're wetting yourself?
  22. As long as they are strangers, and no neighbour of mine has sneaked into the crowd, I would love to wet myself in front of them!! Being lesbian I don't particularly like to wet myself in front of a man. Would you rather suck my panties after I've wetted them (either I'm still wearing them on or not; your choice :p ) or have a tasty bar of chocolate?
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