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peefreak1

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  1. Oh man, I'd be soooo down for this if it wasn't so far away from me! Damn it, now I really want to do some wetting modeling!!
  2. It was a normal day for me, hanging out with my best friend, Patrick, whom I happened to be in love with. He was adorable; short, tan, and really hairy. He had fluffy brown hair atop his thick skull and gorgeous brown eyes hidden behind his glasses. Braces shielded his teeth, and he was skinny as a twig. Okay, so he's no Adonis, but he was mine and I loved him. Well, he wasn't really mine, but we were so close, that I thought of him as mine. Recently, though, Patrick had been acting differently. He, for some reason, believed he was a werewolf. It was weird, but it was kind of sexy. Patrick an
  3. Yeah, I noticed that, and I was going to edit my post but it hadn't been approved yet. lol
  4. Yeah, I know. That's my fictionpress account. I'm saying it couldn't have been written two years ago. lol Then again, I guess I did know him when he was 14, but I could've sworn I wrote this after he turned 15, and he's only 16 now. o.O
  5. I don't believe I was the one who posted it here two years ago, seeing as I was only 16 two years ago, and didn't even know the kid the story is based off of until last year. I always did have a problem of getting to the action too quickly. I'll have to work on that. And yay, another baseball omorashi story. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find those. o.O
  6. Here's another story I wrote. I hope you enjoy it. Seven innings into the game, I scolded myself for not using the bathroom beforehand. "I have a strong bladder," I told myself. "I don't need to go." Boy, was I wrong. By the bottom of the second, I'd started to feel a little tingle in my lower abdomen; nothing I couldn't handle. By the top of fifth, I'd started to squirm a little bit in my uniform. It was now the top of the seventh, and I was desperate. "Just a little longer, Tony," I encouraged myself. "Just two more innings and you're home free." Standing by second base, my squirms o
  7. So, I write erotic fiction a lot, and I generally put pee in it because, well, that's my biggest fetish. So, this was a story I wrote a while ago, based on the song "The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars; it doesn't have Bruno Mars in it, but it references the song and follows some of the events in the song (throw my hand in my pants, strut in my birthday suit, meet a really nice girl, have some really nice sex). I wrote two versions of this, because the first time, I wanted to appeal to an audience that might not enjoy my fetish, but then I just thought it was too hot to be without it, so I wrote it w
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