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  1. **Anyone remember Castle? Ended a few years ago. Here's a little fan story since I can't seem to find more that take place in this universe and with Kate Beckett.** Captain Kate Beckett of the NYPD woke up that morning with her husband, Rick Castle next to her. Both naked as they kissed. She got up and waved her beautiful brown hair around, and then walked off to the bathroom. She watched Castle as she knew he admired her thin, tan body. Today was her day off and nothing would ruin it. She and her husband would spend the day together. As she brushed her teeth her cell phone started to buzz. She picked it up and answered. “This is Beckett.” “Beckett, hey,” it was Esposito. “Look Cap, I know it’s your day off, but we got a situation.” “Esposito, honestly Castle and I solve every case with you guys down there every week. You’re a Lieutenant now. You can handle it. Get Ryan to help you.” “That’s just the thing. Ryan is in trouble!” Beckett dropped her toothbrush. In this type of job, she knew there were risks and dangers. She had seen cops die on the job. But Ryan was one of her friends as well. She was worried. “What happened to Ryan?” “He was undercover in that drug cartel.” “Esposito, you were supposed to be the one to go undercover! Ryan’s not even Hispanic-looking.” “That might be why they checked him extra hard and found the mic we put under his tongue. The cartel called us and said they want every piece of evidence we got on them, or else Ryan gets it.” Beckett rubbed her hand down her face. So much for a day off. “Give me twenty minutes. I’ll be down at the station. Have everything circumstantial copied on paper as evidence and in boxes in case this comes down to more.” She ran into the bedroom as she slipped her panties and bra on. Both brown and delicious. “Castle we-.” She stopped stunned as her husband laid in a Greek-art like position and winked at her with breakfast on a plate in front of his crotch. “Babe, maybe later. Ryan’s in trouble.” “I swear, seriously?” Castle said as he got up. “They can’t solve one case on their own?” “Exactly!” Beckett agreed. Castle used the bathroom as Beckett got dressed. She slipped on tight blue jeans, black boots with heels, a black t-shirt, and dark leather jacket over it. They head out…and Beckett did NOT release her morning pee. By the time they got to the station Beckett felt a cramp in her lower belly. “Crap!” she said. Her morning pee still filled most of her bladder. She felt that warm discomfort that pushed against her waist. “Beckett!” Esposito said as he ran over. He handed her a file. “Here’s everything in summary uniforms picked up at the warehouse they’re holding Ryan at.” Beckett studied the summary as her legs closed together tight and one foot on its toes. Her butt cheeks made a nice shape in those jeans as one could tell the movements from holding. “Let’s head out. Call SWAT to meet us there and take cover.” “Got it!” Esposito said. He went off. Beckett turned to Castle. “Ok, babe, I need to take a quick bathroom break before we go or I’m going to burst on the job. Wait for me.” She gave him a kiss and ran to the lady’s room. She saw the closed door that covered multiple stalls and toilets behind it to give her relief. She smiled from the joy of that knowledge but as she pushed the door it would not budge. “What the?” She gave a harder push, but nothing happened. She inhaled and puffed her facial cheeks out as the strain pushed on her bladder and made it more likely to leak into her pants. Little did Beckett know there were two cops in there smoking some of the devil’s lettuce. She knocked on the door and bounced in place. “Excuse me, is anyone in there?” “Beckett, time to go!” Castle yelled. She moaned. “Ohhh!” She followed Castle out the door. They stopped at the warehouse which was on a harbor near the lake. Everyone got out and Esposito set up the SWAT team behind cargo boxes and told them to await orders from the Cap. Beckett meanwhile could barely get out of the car. Her bladder had held in a night’s worth of pee, so the muscles around it were tired and sore. She held her belly and took a deep breath as she struggled to balance herself up. The pain was pulse after pulse that ruptured her whole stomach in a boiling sensation. Not to mention the anxiety she felt of having an accident in front of her husband, friends, and every cop she was the boss off. “Beckett, you okay?” Castle asked. She did not want to hear any smartass jokes about her need to pee. Even though she REALLY had to. “I’m…urr…I’m fine.” Her voice was breathless. “Let’s get to work.” Esposito had his tech girl hack into the security cameras of the warehouse. They had full footage of everything inside. And everyone. “My boy Ryan!” Esposito said worried. Detective Ryan was strapped to a chair and clearly beaten up. Blood fell from his nose. They heard him say, “You cartel clowns can do what you want.” He spat blood at them. “I don’t even have a wife or kids anymore. You might as well pop me.” Beckett covered her mouth. Poor Ryan. Then without thinking, her muscles clenched as a warm drop of pee started to break through. Bekett HAD to get this job done, or she would have a humiliating accident in front of everyone. Her tight jean legs crossed over each other. Her arms crossed over her torso and she bit her lip as she bounced a little. “Cap, what should we do?” Esposito asked. Beckett felt like there was so much pee that built up inside of her weakened body that her ears were clogged. She could barely concentrate on Esposito’s words as the pulses in her bladder became faster and harder. “Captain!” Esposito said. “Um,” Beckett said. “Let’s um…move the SWAT in separate small teams and place at each of the three exits of the warehouse. I want uniforms armed with rifles behind those cargo boxes there since they are far enough to be protected if something goes down. Then-.” Beckett stopped. She tried to clench every muscle together to fight against the extreme urge that was overcoming her. Who was she kidding? Beckett was fighting a losing battle. Sweat formed on the poor police captain’s forehead from the pain and nerves. “Beckett?” Castle asked. “Is that all? We have to hurry?” “I set everyone up as you asked,” Esposito said. “But we can’t just barge in there.” Beckett could barely think. But the noticed something on the surveillance footage. A BATHROOM! Opened with a complete toilet and everything. Becket could feel her belly had become expanded over her waist at the bottom of her shirt. She said, “I’m going to go inside and cause a distraction. I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse. When you see my hands go up, that’s my signal to send everyone in. Ok?” “Got it!” Esposito said. Beckett felt herself pulled back by Castle. He said, “Kate, you can’t do this! There’s four armed guys in there, they’ll kill you!” Beckett gave him a big kiss on the lips, and little Richard below stood up to salute Captain Becket. “I’ll be fine babe.” She ran off…with her legs turned inwards at the knees and stumbled side to side to keep her pee in. Beckett made her way in, and saw it. THE BATHROOM. She almost cried at the sight of her relief. She did not care if the others saw her go in on the footage, they’ll just think she’s hiding. She walked over to the toilet careful, but her desperation grew as she felt like she would pop at any second. “Stop right there!” a cartel member said. Beckett turned and saw the gun pointed at her. “You’re coming with me.” He pulled her over to where Ryan was and they tied her up on a chair. Then, Beckett noticed a broken pipe nearby that leaked into a puddle on the ground. She saw and heard every drop which added on to an already desperate situation. “Oh,” she moaned. More drops. Her teeth jittered and her body shook. Her body fluids flowed through her and in her bladder as they expanded it so much her pants button almost came off. Her moans were strained and high-pitched. “What’s going on with you?” a cartel member asked. Beckett could not hear or see straight her pain was so bad. Her fear of wetting herself in front of everyone. Everything she worked so hard for years to build her reputation, it could be destroyed in a single wetting. Her legs crossed and motioned up and down in the air as her feet no longer touched the ground. NO. This could NOT happen to her. She felt the pee close to breaking through. She tightened her crossed legs as much as she could. Tears fell from her eyes. “Beckett what’s wrong?” Ryan asked. SHE HAD TO PEE SO BAD!!!!!!! Her brown panties tightened across her enlarged crotch and swollen bladder. She felt a bad wedgie as the back of her panties went up her butt. This can’t be happening. She thought. Gonna…gonnnnnna…burst! “Hey everyone!” yelled Castle who ran in the room holding a copy of his new book. “Anyone want an autograph. He opened the book and a small explosion shot out and suddenly the room filled with white smoke. “EVERYONE GET DOWN!” the SWAT and police yelled. They ran in and took three of the four cartel members down in cuffs fast. One of them ran. Beckett saw him running by, so she pushed her weight over and knocked herself tied to the chair onto the ground. The cartel member tripped over her and fell. “Yes!” Beckett said. The smoke started to clear, and like destiny she was in perfect view of the toilet. “Finally.” But then Castle, who for some reason felt the need to always play hero jumped on the tripped cartel member. From that the cartel member accidentally shot off his gun and the bullets hit the sink and toilet and caused them to crack and break into pieces completely. “DAMN IT!” Beckett yelled. She kicked her feet back in despair and turned red as she fought off the almost release. There it was. Her chance at relief destroyed. “What am I gonna do now?!??!” she cried, worried. Her legs crossed hard and pulled up to her chest. Her cops cut her loose. She got up and knew then and there she did not have much time left. Her bladder was giving out. She clenched her legs in place as a spurt escaped. Her hands went to her crotch as she ran out. Maybe there was a porta potty nearby. She saw construction crews before. She felt like the pee filled her whole body and was pushing out of all parts, but mostly at her belly. "I'm about to pee my pants!" Back in the warehouse, Castle picked up a bazooka. Property of the cartel. “Awesome!” he said. He did not mean to push anything, he was just looking…but… Beckett saw it, a porta potty. It was even opened to show no occupant inside. She ran past the media that showed up and were with her cops, but then as her joy peaked, something flew by her face and brushed her hair over it. BOOOOOMM!!!! The porta potty had exploded. Beckeet looked behind her and saw Esposito take the bazooka from Castle. She turned back and tears fell from her eyes and her dropped jaw trembled. But the explosion also jolted her body with fear and caused loss of control. Media surrounded the Police Captain for a word, her fellow cops as well. But then, “No, no, no, NOOOO!” As tight as she held her crotch and kept her legs closed, it was no use. Just like the porta potty and warehouse toilet, Beckett’s bladder blew up and shattered inside and released a long, boiling, stream of pee out of her body and into her pants. She remained trying to hold back with one hand at the crotch, but her jeans became damper and darken. Her other hand covered her mouth as she cried huge tears from embarrassment and turned bright red. It was only a short time before the peeing flooded her panties and released down into her jeans more and more. Pee came from the bottom of her pants and leaked all over her boots, and formed a large yellow puddle around her as the news media took pictures and recorded it on video. Beckett went to the bathroom in her pants. The whole city would see this later! It would be all over online. Her reputation was dead. She felt so uncomfortable as her hand was drenched and her jeans almost entirely dark. She gagged as her stomach pumped the rest out into her clothes unlike any adult at all. Her belly and bladder (what was left of them) were relieved, but she could not enjoy as she was was humiliated. Beckett cried, “I…. I…AHH!” She covered her face with her hands and ran from the area. Angry and red that this happened. “Hmm,” Castle said. “I should use this in a novel.” THE END.
  2. I could try to describe this video, but I am not sure words can do it justice. Let's just say that this is what happens when we can't come up with ideas for new videos. hdd_69.mp4
  3. Cruise 3 of 3

    Cruise 3 of 3 Before we left for the cruise, I bought myself something really really sexy, nice, I want my hubby's eyes (and hands) all on me ^^' I wanted to make this special, and sexy for him, naughty for him, and I had picked this out for the purpose of pleasing him ^^ I had a blue v shaped lace string thong body suit, (backless too) it covered my private areas and it has like a string Zig zagging up the front black thigh highs, and a sexy blue satin silk dress, that ties around my neck, where I could hide the lace around my neck from my lingerie piece. I spent an hour putting my hair up, making myself really really sexy. After I finished I finally let my hubby look, he become very sprung and had trouble hiding it ^^ He wanted to delay taking me out but I "cock blocked" him and latched onto his arm and off we went. I walked abit ahead, and my dress made it clear that I'm either wearing nothing or something sexy. I could feel his eyes stare at me ^^ We went to a nice dinner, and I consumed quiet a few shirly temples and freckled ice tea. We went out dancing after wards, I teased my hubby so much he had to sit and even then, I continued ^^, I had a shrug on which I took off while giving him minor lap dance. It was very hard for him to move. If it wasn't for people around I'd relieve him but to bad for him. I continued to dance In front of him seductively. I got to close and he pulled me to him landing my chest in his face. He's being mean :( I laughed at him and broke free. I drank down another ice tea. I made sure to bend over before him, to get my key card for the room. He tried to stand but he was to big to go unnoticed so I waved my butt as I overly exaggeratedly walk. I went to the room, I was kinda needing to pee, then I heard a knock. I opened the door and a hand came out and shoved me into the room. (I love when he's so needy) He pushed me into the bed and I struggled but he tied me with belts to the bed.he had my arms spread and legs and put a gag in my mouth. I felt his hands rubbing my legs and thighs through my dress. "I love the feeling of you in pantyhose in a nice dress" he said "Mmf!!" I protested. He lifted my dress revealing my sexy new lingerie peice. My eyes widened when he went down me me. I was very close to climaxing then he stopped, covered me up and to lay there's and left! He left! I struggled to get free but it wasn't happening. I really had to pee. I whimpered. It was 10 minutes when he came back, he had a styrofoam cup filed with something and he placed it in the fridge. I thrashed about and whined. He sat beside me. "Who's teased now" he said coldly. I was like !!! ^^ He started to rub me through my dress. It felt so good but I refused to show him it did :) I struggled and moaned and he made me orgasm, I screamed into the gag and pee gushed as he continued to rub me. My dress got saturated as he kept pressing his fingers on me through my dress. I orgasmed again. "Now, will you be good and keep quiet if I remove the gag?" He asked, pulling out his member. I shook my head and fought against my restraints. He crawled on top and removed any covering I had and started to have his way. It felt so good but I acted like it didn't and it was hard :( He covered my mouth with his hand and could feel him climax, it made me so close it wasn't fair. After he finished he covered me back up in my wet dress and used the bathroom. Then he turned On the tv again and left yet again!!omg get back here!!! Lol I reevaluated my restraints, nope :( I'm his prisoner (:)) 30 minutes!! Another styrofoam cup of something in the fridge. He sat on the bed and stroked my hair. "Good girl" he said. "If I remove your gag will you continue to be good?" He asked I nodded. He undid my gag and told me he wants me to drink two big things of iced tea. I tried to shake my head, I really had to pee again. "Hmm?" "Okay.." I gulped. He loosened my restraints and I sat up, I didn't like laying in wet bedding very much :( My dress mostly dried. (But keeping it dry is another adventure) "I want you to dance for me" he added "What???" I squeaked. "But I really...." I started to say until he stopped me. "Dance for me in a sexy way, or ill tie you up again and will leave for longer" he threatened. I was struggling to drink the first ice tea. I really needed to pee so badly! "I...I can't drink the 2nd one..." I whispered looking down and away. "After your Dance then" he compromised with me. I swayed back and forth slowly, and fondled with my shrugs buttons with shaky hands. I really was in desperate need right now to pee. I was holding myself more then anything but I forced myself to move slow and sexy. I stripped off my shrug and threw it at his head, and tried making it to the door, only for him to grab me by hehind where he turned me around to look at me face to face. He "shoved" me to my knees as he removed the straps to my dress, revealing the top part of my naughty lingerie piece. Pee slowly escaped abit then he moved me onto the floor where he took off his pants. The only thing I could see was something large, hard, and my name on it. Uh oh ^^ "You will pleasure me and you'll do it sexy or else" (he tried lol) He laid on the floor, naked. I crawled between his legs and began to play with him, kissing it and tickling his members attachment. I was gasping and moaning, slowly peeing at the same time. I was rubbing between his inner thighs, I looked at him with a naughty smile and continued to tease him. I stuck out my tongue showing off my duo tongue rings, and how I'm going to put them to good use. I began to pee uncontrollably now, I felt his hand on my head, so I continued to pleasure him as I peed. I moved my butt in the air and jacked him off as I had him in my mouth. My dress was completely soaked and still getting wet. I was so close to orgasming it was horrible, but nice to feel less pressure. I felt him spasm and swallowed his entire load. He moaned loudly, it was very intense for him. After he finished I sat up and he got me out of my dress, then he tied me to the bed post. "Hey!!!!" I started to say. "Shh" he said pressing a finger to my lips. He got dressed and went out the door again. I was horny, wet lol, needy, and he leaves me hanging! Who's the tease now? ^^ I was still dripping a bit, at least he hung my dress in the tub. I sat there patiently for 45 minutes this time. I'll never tease him again :( I've learned. I heard the door open, gulp! He wasn't done with me, I'm a bad girl. "My my, a sexy lady" he said, squeezing my butt then spanking it. "Your such a sexy tease" he said as he felt me up. I whimpered biting my lip. "But I'm not done with you" I was getting aroused, trying to stay in play though was getting impossible. I think it was harder for me then for him. He untied me then pushed me onto the bed where he covered my mouth and had one hand on my breast and gained entry and gave hard thrusts. Slowly. I screamed in his hand but it was muffled. I clutched unto the bed as he gave it hard. Surprisingly it was very orgasmic for me, as it was for him. He climaxed and got up and got me off my stomach. I put my hands on my hips, managed to spread my legs and peed the last bit. It was nice to shower, and after that I changed and slept for a good while. My hubby was very satisfied and so was I :)
  4. 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!
  5. It was a just a normal Friday at work,but also was a long weekend coming up and it was payday as well,I had worked hard all day at my job catching up on and finishing some things that I had been working on for the last week or so,I work at a window and doors plant and had spent over half of the day putting the finishing touches on 7 windows I had built earlier that week..and that lasted till close to noon to finish them all..as I had started work that morning at 7 am..after I was done the windows it was close to lunch time and decided right after I ate I would finish off the five doors as well that I had also built,it was a very nice sunny day out and the temperature was about 70 degrees,and when the bell rang to let the plant know that it was lunch time,I went in and grabbed my lunch box and went outside to one of the many benches out there to eat my lunch,while siting on the bench a nice lady of about 28 years old asked if she could join me I knew she was 28 because she had told me that about 5 months earlier,I liked her a lot and she liked me as well and she had worked there up to that point about four years..I had been there nearly 5 years and her name was Linda,she had nice long blonde hair and looked just fantastic even in her work clothes and I think the one thing that we had in common besides working at the same place was that my hair was blonde as well,anyways as we started talking and having a pretty good time as well as smiling back and forth at one another,she told me that tomorrow..(Saturday)..was a very special day for her and when I asked why was it special she informed me that is was her 29th birthday..I then asked her what plans she had but in the back of my mind I was thinking of asking her out to dinner to celebrate it on that Saturday..she told me that she was going to see her parents that lived in the next city about 35 miles away..but also told me she was planning on returning around 2 pm or so that afternoon..well I had just two weeks earlier rented my very first apartment and it was a great place and was fully furnished..I then asked her if she wanted to come maybe over to my place for dinner when she got back,I also told her that I love to cook and would make her whatever she liked..she smiled and agreed,then I told her I would pick her up at 5 pm,and the dinner date was set,she also gave me directions to her place as well as her phone number..a few minutes later the bell sounded again and that meant it was time to go back to work..we both smiled huge smiles at one another then we both got up and went back indoors and I was feeling very good about my self asking her to come for dinner,I right away went to work on the doors and by 3pm I had finished them all as I only had to sand them a bit and put all of the hardware on them,we got off work at 3 30 pm and the timing was pretty good as at 3 15 the boss came out with all the paychecks and handed them out to the employees I then swept the floor of my work area till the bell rang again signaling it was quitting time,I then went and grabbed my lunch box but on the way I again met Linda and we talked for a few minutes and she said I am sure looking forward to seeing you tomorrow,I smiled to her and said me as well..and with that said she got in her car and drove off..I then got in my truck and also headed off...to be continued on my next visit
  6. Desperation and wet leggings

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  7. Drawings I'm making into a video and need critics to know if I'm on the right track. This is a shortened version of what I have planned. This one is made to be looped from end to beginning. Let me know what you think and tell me if you think i should continue to make every frame of this 8 minute movie.
  8. This video is one of my recent favorites, a lady doing a striptease while extremely desperate to pee. This is actually a long time fantasy of mine. I love her comments in this clip, too! There is some nudity in the second half. http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/het-bad-vol
  9. This is a true account of what took place at my cottage Monday evening and night. It all started in the afternoon with a - in the beginning - harmless chat between a couple of guys and I on an other internet site. We were talking about the gloomy weather, which gave me the idea to buy some red wine to brighten up the day with. And drinking wine on my own wouldn't be funny; wine, women and song would be far more funnier! I thought. I do always act on impulse. I called two of my closest girl friends, Ingrid and Emma, and invited them to my house later in the evening. I told the guys, whom I've was chatting with, about my plans. They got pretty excited, and suggested, that I should write and post a story about the upcoming night. So I did, and this is how the story continues: I went to buy some red wine. When I left home, I thought two bottles would be sufficient. In the liquor store I revised my estimate of the number of bottles, that might be required. I left the store with eight bottles. As it turned out, that was a wise decision. Well, in the morning neither Ingrid, Emma nor I thought it was so wise. Our hangover was excruciating. To say the least. But that was then. Weighing the pros and cons, I would say, that the pros were overwhelming! Read and judge! Ingrid and Emma arrived in Ingrid's car. We hugged and kissed eachother. I saw Ingrid only a couple of days ago, but it had been at least a month since I last saw Emma. I'd missed her, and I gave her a special welcome kiss, which she responded to by sticking her tongue deep in to my mouth! Ingrid has her own very special way to hug me. She always presses one leg in between mine, and, as she's much taller than I, it always ends with me literally riding on her thigh, which she presses firmly on to my crotch. And, as always, I responded by grinding it against her thigh. We got so carried away, that Emma after a while had to tear her now moaning friends apart from eachother! Both Ingrid and Emma are very cute. Ingrid is of my age, twenty years old. As I hinted, she is much taller than me; I guess she is almost 180 cm. She has the figure of a goddess! Emma, on the other hand, is even a little bit smaller than me. She's the nicest girl to cuddle with! She's like a babydoll! She's about three years younger than Ingrid and I. The first couple of hours we sat around my kitchen table, eating, drinking wine and talking about, what had happened since we last met. And about lots of other stuff. You know, girls when they get together... Then we moved in to my living room, to sit more comfortable. Emma wanted to go to the bathroom. I raised my hand. "No, not possible!" I said peremptorily. "It's locked!" "But unlock it then!" "As I said, it's not possible. I've stated a new rule for to night. A rule, in which three keys are playing the key roles. Not on the stage. Actually, they're very much off the stage. You can't see them. And that's the point! The three keys are: The front door key, the back door key and the bathroom door key. To make it crystal-clear for your poor chicken brains: Those doors are locked, and the keys are hidden! The rule for to night is: Bathroom and garden are forbidden territory!" I lowered my hand again. "And now, let's have fun! We've got lots of wine left!" I continued in a now more cheerful and friendly voice. Not so "Mistress-like" anymore. There were some lame protests at first but eventually Ingrid and Emma realized the possibilities, which were implied in the rule, which I'd stated. I put on some music, and Ingrid asked Emma very politely for the next dance. I remained seated, looking at the dancing girls. Well, dancing... It wasn't a particularly graceful dance! Ingrid used the advantage of her length to move her right leg in between Emma's legs, which Emma prompt parted to make way. Very soon she was literally riding on Ingrid's thigh. Their skirts were coming higher and higher up, revealing, that Ingrid wore chestnut-coloured nylon stockings, attached to a red garterbelt, and that Emma wore light-brown tights. As Emma forcefully increased her grinding against Ingrid's thigh, her movements made their skirts come even higher up, and I noticed, that Ingrid's panties were as red as her garterbelt, and that Emma's panties were innocently white. Emma obviously got more and more aroused! And her movements more and more indecent! She was banging Ingrid's thigh harder and faster every second. She panted, moaned and squeaked! Her repertoire of vocal means to express her arousal seemed inexhaustible! And then she literally exploded! She screamed and screamed, coming in an almost everlasting orgasm! I haven't known any other girl able to express her orgasms in such a dramatic way as she! And this time it was not only vocally she showed her excitement. Suddenly Ingrid cried: "Emma! You're peeing on my leg!" I looked. Ingrid was right! As her orgasm began to ebb out, Emma started to pee herself. Like icing on the cake! Emma, now totally exhausted, sat down on the floor, her legs widely spread. She peed like forever, heavily panting, and a big pool of her pee was forming on the floor. I got so immensely horny, that I got a quick orgasm, without even touching myself. On slightly shivering legs I stood up and went up to Ingrid. She stood looking at Emma, breathing hard. She pressed one hand in between her thighs. But I pulled it away and replaced it with one of my own. Wow, her panties were so wet! And I could feel how her pussy was like trembling under my fingers. I began to slowly caress her upon her moisty panties. As I did that, I felt her hand stroking up my left inner thigh, bringing my skirt with it. It felt electrifying, like her hand was sending out sparks, when she stroke it over the nylon! She reached in between my legs. I felt my pussy pounding, when she began to stroke it. Our mouths met. We kissed eagerly, our tongues kind of rotated in each other's mouth. And the whole time I felt her fingers caressing every little spot around and in my mimsy. We both had still our panties on, and she pressed the cloth deep into me. I wasn't inactive. What she did to me, I did to her! We moaned, whimpered and sqeaked! We were already so excited when we started, that it didn't take long before we came. Ingrid screamed and I sqeaked and also gave away my silly-screams! We both had several orgasms in a row, and in the middle of one I began to pee myself! Which added so much lust to my excitement, that I almost passed out! I peed and peed! Soon my pee became mixed with Ingrid's! I felt her pee was so forceful! I've experienced it before, and I've never ceased to wonder at it! We continued to make love and wet ourself. We became very drunk. I have a foggy remembrance, that at one point we had a competition, of which, I think, the winner were to be the one to be the first to both orgasm and pee after I'd counted to three. I have no idea, who won...
  10. File Name: Desperation and wet leggings File Submitter: MagicMike123 File Submitted: 07 Mar 2015 File Category: Female Wetting A requested video from user ShadowLord, Shadow, here you go, sorry for the low quality, enjoy it! Click here to download this file
  11. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbEZMPMut-0&list=PL0C6FBC1A89E29061 So I stumbled upon this on YouTube, and I was quite surprised. Though, I'm not sure if anyone's posted this same video.
  12. What I'm now going to tell you happened about two and a half year ago. I was at that time 16 and had shortly before moved in to a small flat of my own in Stockholm. I and a friend of mine, a classmate, Lena, was strolling around in the city after school. She was looking for a nice dress to wear at the hen party for her cousin Ann. In a rather exclusive shop she found a very elegant dress, made of jeans-blue coloured silk. She was tall and the dress made her look very grown up. When we were looking around in the shop, I saw a very cute light-blue dress with a short, wide skirt. I tried it on, and immediately I knew that I wanted it. It made me look at least 18, I thought. "Oh, Vikka, you look so cute", said Lena, "you must buy it!" "I don't know", I said. "When shall I wear it?" "I know! Why don't you come to Ann's hen party!" Lena became all excited. At first I hesitated. The dress was rather expensive even if I could afford it. But when Lena told me that the hen party would take place at the ladies' night at a gay club, I began to think that it could be fun. "But isn't it an age limit there?" I asked. "We've made reservation for a private party so that's ok! But of course you and I are too young to buy drinks." She looked quizzically. Thus it was decided. We bought our dresses and went to the next shop to look for underwear. Lena stopped at a stand with garter belts. "Come on," I said, you're not going to wear stockings and garterbelt, are you?" "Why not? I think it's sexy, don't you?" We argued back and forth, but in the end I had to admit that it was kind of thrilling to wear nylon stockings instead of the ordinary, dull tights. And also I had become quite fond of a light red garter belt with the cutiest rose buds on. It was with eager expectation I entered the club together with Lena and Ann and all the other girls. Lena and I was the youngest, the other were of about the same age as Ann, around 25. There was a table ready laid for our hen party. At first a waitress served drinks. On a tray there were drinks containing alcohol as well as non-alcoholic drinks. No one took notice of that both Lena and I chose alcoholic drinks. Very soon everyone was in the best of spirits and thought that it was a very good idea to choose a lesbian club for the hen party! Many jocular remarks crossed the table, more and more of a sexual nature as time passed. I overheard one girl describing the procedure of tribbing between lesbians in detail When we'd finished eating more drinks were served and we were all rather tipsy. Some of the girls went to the dance floor to dance. "Look at Tina and Kristin", whispered Lena in my ear. I turned my head and looked. Wow! They were dancing very close and Kristin's right hand was stroking Tina's bum. "Are they lesbian?" I asked Lena. "They're both married. Bisexual maybe, what do you think?" I felt that I needed to pee and obviously Lena did too. She asked me to follow her to the toilet. We stood up. Shit, I felt so tipsy! But I never came to the toilet, because from nowhere (so it seemed anyway) Lena's cousin Ann appeared before me. "Come on, Vikka! Let's dance!" She took my hand and moved off with me to the dance floor. I had difficulties to walk straight, and she wasn't exactly steady on her feet either. We began to dance. I don't know how it happened, but we came closer and closer to each other. I felt Ann's hand on my bum, pulling me tight in to her. I thought it felt very nice. And even nicer when she pressed one of her legs in between mine. I opened willingly my legs for her. She was taller than I, and I became kind of riding on her thigh, which was rubbing against my crotch. I thought it would be polite to the bride to be to participate, so I began to grind my crotch hard against her thigh. I panted a lot. I pressed my lips against her neck and sucked hard (the following days she had to wear a scarf around her neck so that her husband to be wouldn't notice the love bite I've given her). I humped her thigh almost violently, and my skirt rode high up, exposing my thighs way over the stocking tops. Suddenly I felt that I was going to climax. I groaned and squealed, and when a formidable orgasm hit me I dropped down to the floor. My legs didn't carry me anymore. Ann pulled me up and led me to an adjacent room, wher we sat down in a big, comfy leather sofa. There she kissed me softly. I got aroused again. I began to stroke her breasts and tried to get them out of her bra. She helped me to unbutton the bra and I began to fondle her nipples. They were so erected, so stiff. One of her hands found the way inside my décolletage. I had no bra and she let a finger circle around my left nipple, causing me to pant heavily. At that moment we heard steps behind us. Quickly we arranged our clothes so that we looked fairly decent. "Come, Vikka. Let's leave the party. I'll tell the others that you didn't feel well and that I'll see you home." And so she did. Outside the club she turned to me. "I don't think we should go home to me. My fiancé will probably be at his place, but I can't be sure." "I live by my own so we can go to my place. It's not far from here if we cross the park. But Ann, I need to pee so terribly much! I'm quite desperate!" "Do you think you can hold on until we reach the park? There we'll find a bush to pee behind! By the way, I'm pretty desperate myself!" The more close to the park we came, the more desperate I became. Soon I had to press a hand in between my thighs. My walk was very funny. I could only trip with small steps. I felt a small spurt hit my panties and I stopped in panic. "Ann, I don't know if I'll make it all the way to the park. I've already peed a little." I blushed when I told her. It was so embarrassing. I felt that I got to do something to prevent me from wetting myself totally. I lifted my skirt and began to rub my pussy outside my panties, which were quite soaked, both from pee and pussy juices. Ann stared at me. Later she told me that she never seen such a cute and sexy sight. I stood on unsteady feet, slightly bent over, with my skirt up on my hips, showing my thighs glistening opal white in the gloaming over the nylon stockings, and framed by the garters running up on the thighs and under my panties. One of my breasts had escaped from its cover by the top of the dress and peeked cheeky at the surroundings. I was rubbing my pussy frenetically. Then I came again. And this time I lost it totally. Pee started to force its way through my light red silk panties. Fortunately the street was empty of people. Still peeing forcefully I sat down on the pavement with my feet on the street. I went on rubbing my pussy until I felt my hand being removed, replaced by an other hand. Ann's hand. With my pee pouring between her fingers, she caressed my pussy. Almost instantly I orgasmed again. And again, And again. Ann hold me tight in her arms and whispered sweet words in my ear. We sat a while after I've stopped peeing, and then we stood up and walked straight to my place. When we'd come inside my door, I felt very strongly, that I owed her some orgasms and I started to remedy the deficiency in question immediately. She told me that she'd never before had sex with a girl. That made me so very aroused, and I caressed her in every possible way. And I kissed and sucked her pussy, which made her have multiple orgasms. She screamed out loud every time she came. Afterwards she told me that she never before had gotten more than one orgasm, when she'd had sex with a guy. When we were relaxing in eachothers' arms, she asked, cheeks blushing: "I need to pee very badly! And I want to ask you; when you wetted yourself before, how did it feel? You looked like you enjoyed it very much!" Then I told her that I get very aroused by wetting myself. And that I've been doing it since I was ten. I told her how Camille had got me into it that summer when I was ten. I told her how wonderful it felt to pee in my panties and that I used to do it in public at the risk to get caught. I told her everything. "Vikka, I want to try it! Now! Can I? Will you help me?" We went to the bathroom. We'd put on all our clothes again. Ann stood on the floor. I told her to part her legs a bit. I placed myself turned to her and in the same position. "All you have to do now is to let it go!" I said. "Take your time, it might be a little difficult to do it at once. But it will come!" It took a couple of minutes but then she succeeded! At first some drops trickled down her left leg. She got excited. "Look! Did you see? I'm wetting myself!" And then the sluices opened. A forceful spurt splashed on to the floor, followed by a steady stream of pee. "Oooh", she sighed. "It's wonderful! So warm and cosy! And I get so very aroused! I want to touch my pussy while I'm peeing." She hitched up her skirt and started to masturbate, pee streaming between her fingers. That did it for me. I started to pee and at once a torrent of pee hit the floor. I orgasmed before my hand had reached my pussy! In the next moment Ann too orgasmed! Our squeals echoed in the bathroom. After we've finished wetting our panties, we showered and then we went to bed and fell immediately to sleep in each others' arms. In the morning Ann called her fiancé and said that she'd followed me home because I'd got sick, and that she'd slept over at my place. We spent the day making love and wetting ourselves lying in the grass in the park. And on various other places. We had a lot of fun! We've been seeing eachother now and then, even after her marriage.When she gets bored of one-orgasm-sex with her husband, she calls me!
  13. fc2 mad desperation

    Somebody please save this video and post the link here. video.fc2.com/a/content/20091215cFGuuySN 女子高生が我漫した末におしっこ