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    Two women wet their jeans in bed and then rub each other over their clothes.
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  2. You guys wanted more, so here's my second story! It's more than twice as long as the first one, more explicit, and more extreme >:3 This one has a lot of content, some of which might not appeal to certain people, which is totally fine! Just know that this story contains heavy themes of pee drinking, golden showers, and hyper wetting. As always, the story is written in second-person perspective, which allows for gender ambiguity. However, depending on the reader's gender in this story, they either get a brief fingering or blowjob. Just some touching, 's all. Here is a reference of Cathy, the skunk girl in this story, drawn, designed, and created by me! CONTAINS: Skunk girl (No spraying or farting for those who dislike that stuff), hyper wetting, pee drinking, golden showers, nudity, pee baths, watersports play (playing with pee), and... pee smelling? --------------------------------------------- You look up from your watch as it reads 7:57 PM. In front of you, on a secluded village road surrounded by wooden homes and cabins, is her shop. You take a quick look at the sign: Candles and Clovers Aromatherapy and Fragrance Store. It’s handmade, drawn onto a ridged wooden surface, yet it is brand new, swaying in the gentle breeze. Absentmindedly, you wait for the minute hand on your watch to tick forwards, tapping your foot idly. You wonder just how long it took her to make that sign herself. For someone who never had any real artistic talent, it was certainly better than anything you could do. Had she picked up another trade after you saw her last? You take the time to look at the perfectly organized rows of small candles and potted plants in miniature jars the size of your hand on the windowsill in front of you. To any other passerby, this store would be just another small shop run by any old villager, but you and you alone recognized the little hints of the owner’s style permeating through everything, from the way the front was decorated with little bushes in a miniature garden, to the way she had strung lilies on artificial vines snaking down the corners of the building. There was no doubt that you had come to the right place. You enter the moment the watch reads 8:00. You don’t waste a single second. “Hello, welcome to Candles and Clovers!” the girl behind the counter says as you enter. As you turn around, she gets a full view of your face, and realization dawns on her. Her polite and cordial smile slowly turns into a teasing, sensual one. “Oh, it’s you. Coming in exactly at 8:00 pm, not even wasting a single minute. I told you that I closed at 8:00, not to come at 8:00,” she says, every word coming out from smirking lips. “Are you really that excited to see me? You just couldn’t contain yourself? Classic.” “Don’t act like it’s not the same for you, Cathy,” you retort as she comes out from behind the counter. Cathy is a skunk girl. Her hair is long, wavy, and black, with white stripes running down the middle and the sides. A pair of cute black skunk ears poke out from the top of her head. Her pale, almost pallid skin shines in the light of the rows of candles lining each window. You notice that her eyelashes and substantially longer, and her complexion is much clearer than when you saw her last. Her clothing style is completely black and white, almost reminiscent of a French maid’s uniform, but not quite. She wears a smooth black crop top with long sleeves, and underneath is a thin white semi-translucent undershirt that hugs her belly so tightly to the point where you can see the outline of her belly button. She wears a short black miniskirt with a frilly white hem. Out from underneath it comes a thick and fluffy skunk tail with a pure white stripe down the center. Usually, she would hold it down, tucking it neatly between her legs, but as she approaches, you notice that it’s sticking straight up, lifting her short skirt along with it and revealing everything underneath. “I know that you’re busy setting up your own shop, but come on. A whole week? I can’t keep waiting that long,” Cathy says, coming up to you and pressing her hands gently into your chest, leaning forwards. “A week isn’t that long,” you protest, but before you can utter another word, she grabs your hands and brings you back behind the counter, past the door that reads “staff only”, and into the back of the store. “I’m really proud of how I organized everything, you know,” Cathy says as she guides you past rows and rows of small jars and vials stocked neatly on shelves. It’s almost like a mini library. “I’m so glad I finally got to become an aromatherapist. And you’ve been here for all of that. Remember when I used to experiment with scents on you? Back in high school?” she laughs. “Or maybe you wouldn’t like to. It was kind of embarrassing how bad some of them smelled sometimes. But since you’ve been such a good guinea pig, you get to see everything now. I spent days setting this all up, and I’ll give you a little tour. Afterwards, you can take any scent you want for free. Least I could do in return for you being such a good friend all these years.” “And? What about what we usually do?” you ask. Cathy turns around and quickly lifts up her skirt, giving you just the shortest glimpse of a bulging bladder. “I’ve been holding for twenty-six hours and counting,” she says with obvious pride. “And I’m not entirely sure I can make it through the tour. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” Cathy shows you through the inner labyrinth of her new store, pausing to explain what each room is and does. As the tour drags on, you check your watch. 9:00 PM. You can see sweat forming on Cathy’s forehead, and her voice becomes strained. You notice a barely-perceptible shaking, accompanying with gradually flushing cheeks. Yet you make no comments, simply opting to silently enjoy watching her squirm as she purposefully and methodically explains her favorite scents and their components. She’s just about to move on to the next shelf when she winces suddenly, and then rapidly changes course, walking back briskly in the other direction. Amused, you follow her through a hallway and out the back door. She brings you out into a greenhouse of sorts between the butt ends of houses and alleyways. Outside of the building, there are ten rows of flowers of variegated hues stretching several yards down the lawn. “T-this is where I grow all my herbs and flowers for my e-essential oils,” she stammers. She tries to hide it by turning her back to you, but you can tell that she’s grabbing her crotch. Looking around, you notice something rather odd. Despite there being lots of flowers to water, there isn’t any surrounding fixtures. No wells, not water buckets, no hoses… nothing. But before you can question her, you see her stand over the first row of flowers at the end of the greenhouse and reach underneath her skirt. With one hand, she beckons for you to come closer, and with her other hand, she pulls down her panties, which are black and a little scanter than usual. As you come closer, she hands them to you, which you take hesitantly. The first thing you notice about them is that they’re extremely damp, and the second thing that you notice is that they’re exceedingly warm. “You can keep that; I won’t be needing it for a while,” Cathy says quickly as she positions herself on top of the flower, spreading her legs and straddling the flower bed. She leans forwards slightly and continues to gesticulate, her gestures becoming more and more hasty. “Come stand behind me and hold my tail up! Quickly!” Enjoying the sight of her shaking thighs, you casually stroll behind her, refusing to heed her urgent call. You spy a few droplets leaking down the insides of her thighs, and come to a stop directly behind her. Instead grabbing her tail, you simply fold your arms. “You’re perfectly capable of raising your tail by yourself,” you say with a smirk. Cathy shifts her weight from one leg to the other, barely able to keep her composure. “Just do it! Don’t make me wait any longer,” Cathy protests. “Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. You reach your hands underneath Cathy’s skirt and grab at the very base of her tail, pulling it up, and her skirt along with it. You raise it so that the end is pressed against your chest. “Higher! That’s not high enough!” You obediently raise Cathy’s tail higher… but only a little bit. She balls her fist and stamps her foot, which causes her to wince and almost lose control for a second. “Raise it all the way up! All the way!” “I don’t see why you want me to do this,” you say, trying to drag it on as long as you possibly can. “Just do it!” Cathy yells, then adds quietly, “I want you to see…” Satisfied with her answer, you push her tail up against her back, bringing her skirt up as well. By now, her skirt is entirely lifted, giving you clear view of everything underneath. Cathy spreads her legs further bending forwards and pointing her rump at you. Once she knows you’re staring, she finally gives her bladder the sweet relief it so craves. 27 hours of holding end in a spectacular spurt as Cathy gives in. She shudders instantly and lets out the loudest, longest moan you’ve ever heard from her. Her stream shoots forcefully down onto the poor flower bush below, absolutely drenching it in a single second and plowing into the flower bed below. You almost take a step back, as the splash from the initial impact is enough to spray your ankles, but on second thought, you don’t actually mind. “Mmmn, that’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Cathy sighs. Her stream is bright yellow and incredibly thick. It pours out endlessly, pounding the poor flower below and causing it to bend and sway under the pressure. It stays together for the most part, but several mini-streams crawl down the sides of her legs and off towards the side. Cathy leans even further forwards to let you get an even better view, and you find yourself having to yank her tail back ever so slightly to keep the pure force of her release from pushing her off balance. You decide to quickly stick you hand underneath Cathy’s giant waterfall to feel its warmth on your fingertips, but quickly pull away once you make contact. It’s gushing so fast out of her that sticking your hand underneath it for even a second is actually painful. You almost find yourself losing your balance as well due to the immense pressure pulling your hand downwards to the ground immediately. The pee ricochets off of your hand with such intensity that it sprays you in the chest, and sends several droplets flying outwards towards the walls of the greenhouse. “Mhmmm~” Cathy moans. “Don’t try and feel it juuust yet. Aaah~” she says in between heavy breaths. “I’ve still got tons more to let out. I’ll drench you later. Right now… I have to water all these flowers!” “Water the flowers?” you say, looking at the sorry state of the absolutely drenched flowers in between Cathy’s legs. You’re definitely jealous of them, but of course, you’ll have to wait your turn. “At the rate you’re going, you’re going to kill them!” “Oh, oops!” Cathy realizes, looking down. “I got too excited.” Cathy, without closing her legs, walks forwards to the next lavender bush in line. By now, the liquid that has since dripped down her legs are forming puddles in the walkways between the flower beds. You adopt your own bow-legged stance as your straddle the flower bed behind her. You feel the bottoms of your feet squish and splash into the wet puddles surrounding the first flower. Suddenly, your socks begin to dampen and grow incredibly warm, as if they were filled with foot warmers. The entirety of your feet become submerged in the expansive steaming puddle that Cathy is now leaving behind. Heat radiates from Cathy’s stream, and the greenhouse already is starting to become steamy. You can smell the acute scent of ammonia through the mist that meets your nose. The air around Cathy’s stream is even starting to shimmer like a sunbaked desert road. Droplets of fluid drip endlessly down the insides of Cathy’s thighs like wandering raindrops on a car window. Whether it’s sweat, cum, pee, or a mix of all three, you can’t tell, but there’s an insane amount of it. After about two minutes of peeing, the second flower bed looks like it has reached its saturation point. You gently nudge Cathy forwards, and the waddles to the next flower bed, her stream not diminishing in the slightest. “It feels so much better and relieving knowing you’re watching,” Cathy says in between pants and moans. “It’s just not the same without you! It always feels like something’s missing, but now it’s finally complete~” A large shudder ripples down from her shoulders to her legs, as she clenches and unclenches her fists and thighs uncontrollably. A loud and whining hissing sound drones on from under her, filling the room with the echoes of her endless torrent pulverizing the ground below. She spends a third minute on the third flower bed, and then moves onto the next without hesitation. “So is this how you water the plants every day?” “Yes! Yes! I do this every single day. But! Not as heavily as this. Usually I just give each one a quirk squirt! I don’t drown them all!” Cathy moans again, but even louder. Her voice is rising, and her breaths are getting quicker. In fact, she’s almost hyperventilating out of pleasure and excitement. Her longue lolls out of her mouth, adding a little bit of drool to the mix of liquids that soak her body. Since it’s been three minutes and she’s only soaked three plants, you take a look at all the remaining flowers. Ten rows of five plants each… at the pace she’s going at, Cathy’s going to take another 47 minutes to do them all! “You do know that it’s going to take forever for you to water all these flowers, right?” you say, a little bit of jealously and worry in your voice. “Are you sure you’re not going to run out before you’re done? I mean, we both know you have an enormous bladder, but you’ve never been able to piss that much. You told me you’d save some for me!” “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” Cathy replies in a husky, sultry voice. “I’ve been practicing so much, holding so much, peeing so much… I’ve been breaking records over and over again, just for you. My bladder still feels like I haven’t released a drop! I’m going to drown every single flower in this goddamn greenhouse for an entire minute, and then I’m going to flood the greenhouse, and then I’m going to drown you!” “Cathy, you’re getting way too excited again,” you warn her. It’s been a while since she’s been this ecstatic, and there are many instances you can remember in which she got a little carried away… “Then I’m going to fill up and overflow the toilet, AND the bathtub. Then I’m going to run outside and piss in the streets, and I’m going to flood the town! I’m going to keep peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing and I’m never going to run out! I never want to stop, never ever! I’m going to… ah.” Finally, Cathy seems to come back to reality. She moves forwards to the fourth flower bush and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. Though her stream only continues to ramp up in intensity and width. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away. But it just feels so satisfying! Next time you have to come over earlier.” “You really got sexually frustrated after only a week?” you tease her. By now, your socks would have started to dry a little bit and grow cold, but there’s so much new urine splashing everywhere that they always are getting re-wet. As you eventually make your way around the greenhouse, minute by minute, you end up pulling closer and closer to Cathy’s body, until you are completely pressed up against your backside. This means that now, your entire lower half is within the splash zone, and Cathy’s pee is so intense that some droplets even reach all the way up to your chest. Eventually your entire body waist-down becomes soaked in the rebound. All the while Cathy is moaning and panting, whispering things like “hold me” or “this feels incredible” while shaking uncontrollably. Several minutes after first starting, she almost falls down from her legs giving way because of the immense pleasure that racks her body nonstop. She shoves her hand in front of her mouth to stop her tongue from hanging out and her drool from sliding out from under it. Her eyes roll back up towards the ceiling as tears of relief begin to form and slowly drop down her beet-red cheeks. “Lower, lower!” she calls out to your through her hand, which muffles her words to the point of being unintelligible. “What?” you say. She takes her hand out of her mouth, which causes her jaw to drop habitually. She fights to keep it closed as another spurt of pleasure shocks through her body. “Bend down lower! Don’t stand up straight, crouch down so you can see better!” “Okay?” you say, obliging. The closer you get to her stream, the louder it becomes, until it almost is ringing in your ears. It’s like standing next to a waterfall, or putting your ear next to a bath faucet on full blast. The stream shifts left and right, unpredictable and fast like the raging rapids of a river. You can smell it strongly from right between Cathy’s thighs, alongside her personal musky scent. “Yes, that’s it. Stare at it and be hypnotized,” Cathy says in a raunchy tone. “It feels so warm and powerful bursting out like that, mmm… It’s making my entire body vibrate! It’s endless too, it just keeps coming, and it feels so hot and sticky dripping down my thighs… look at how I’m just absolutely soaking all these plants… I bet you’re jealous! You want to be soaked too, don’t you? You want to be marked with my scent – no, you want to be absolutely flooded with my scent until you can’t smell anything else! You want to be drenched to the bone! Mmmm, isn’t it just so tantalizing? The stream is right there, and my bladder is still full! There’s an endless amount of piss, don’t you want just a teensy, tiny little taste? You can’t possibly be satisfied with just watching me pee like this! You’ve never been satisfied with that. I know you better than that. You want to just take me in your mouth and guzzle down all of it, don’t you~?” “I think someone’s projecting a little bit,” you say, trying to banter back. In reality, her offer is almost impossible to resist. You’ve been watching her have all the fun for two entire hours, you realize as you check the time. It’s almost 10 at night. “We both know that’s what you want me to do. But I won’t be tempted!” “Oh… two more hours of this and you’ll be begging for a sip,” Cathy says, moving onto the next flower. By the time ten o’ clock arrives, Cathy finishes up “gardening” for the night. At the last flower, she struggles a bit, stuffing her hands and tail into her crotch to stop her massive bladder for leaking any more pee for now. After getting it under control, she heaves a long, immensely aroused sigh and turns to you. “Time to admire my work,” she says proudly, gesturing to the rest of the greenhouse. If one couldn’t see the roof over the entirety of the greenhouse, one would have assumed that a monsoon had just happened the day before. No part of the greenhouse is left completely dry, with every since nook and cranny of it varying from completely submerged to somewhat soaked. It’s clear that all the flower beds have exceeded their saturation points, and many of the flowers are completely surrounded by still-steaming pee. Puddles are everywhere, making it impossible to walk through the greenhouse without stepping in at least one. Even the walls of the greenhouse are somewhat damp. You gape in awe at Cathy’s accomplishment. This is the work of a cumulonimbus cloud, not one tiny little skunk girl. “You’ve improved since last week,” you comment, trying not to show your awe. “And it feels like I’ve barely let out a drop!” Cathy exclaims proudly, before turning to you and suddenly embracing you with a kiss on the lips. She closes her eyes and leans into you, thrusting her entire body weight on your chest. You have to take a few steps back to steady yourself, but manage to stay upright. Cathy presses further into you, moaning during the sloppy exchange. She pushes her soaking crotch up against your legs, letting you feel just how hot it is. Despite taking a break from peeing, Cathy’s heart is beating faster than ever. Her breaths are labored, almost gasps. She clutches wildly at your back with her fingers, rubbing you with all four limbs and her tail, almost as if she’s trying to mold herself to you. She’s still shaking rapidly, and there’s an almost crazed, feral look in her eyes. After a minute of making out, Cathy pulls away, licking her lips. “I missed you sooo much,” she says through gasps. “Okay! Break over! Time for round two!” Cathy then takes you over to the front desk, where she tells you to stay put. She goes back inside the store and brings out a large wooden bucket, wide enough to stand in. “I did say that I would prepare a scent for you, didn’t I?” she says with a smirk. She discreetly moves all the objects on the counter to the side, storing a few. After that, she places the bucket in the middle of the countertop and then climbs on top of the counter. “How many bottles do you want?” “Well, I can always get more, right? How about just one for now?” “Coming right up!” Cathy says with glee, before lifting her skirt, straddling the bucket, and grunting softly. Her bladder unclenches, and after a second’s delay, Cathy’s second stream shoot down into the bucket, colliding against the bottom with extreme force. “Be careful not to get splashed! If you get too wet, I won’t consider giving you a shower afterwards~” Cathy teases, keeping you eyeing her golden stream thirstily, unable to quench your desires. You try to edge forward, but the droplets bouncing out of the bucket keep you from approaching. As the minutes tick onwards, you watch as the bucket slowly begins to fill up with rippling liquid. Bubbles full of air and foamy froth swirl around the ever-rising surface. One minute turns into two, two minutes turn two five, five minutes turn to ten, ten minutes turn to fifteen, and fifteen minutes turn to thirty. At long last, Cathy finishes filling up the bucket, but not without letting copious amounts of fluid splash onto the counter. Satisfied with her work, Cathy lets her skirt drop and climbs down from the counter. Then, she takes a bottle of eucalyptus oil, and another small, empty bottle that easily fits in her palm. Unscrewing the cap of the empty bottle, she dips it into the steaming bucket of urine, filling it halfway. Several drops drip down from her hands and from the glass of the bottle back into the container. Then, she takes the bottle of eucalyptus oil and pours a little bit of it in, filling the bottle completely. The smallest wisps of steam escape from it. Cathy dips a delicate finger into the bottle, mixing the two ingredients together. Then, she takes her finger out, still slick and dripping with the solution, and walks over to you. “Hold still,” she says, before taking her finger and sliding it across the skin underneath your nose. A pungent scent hits your nostrils immediately. It’s an herbal scent at first, but there are definite undertones of musk and ammonia. Not enough to make it rancid, but enough to be able to smell distinctly. It’s an earthy scent, and it reminds you of the space between Cathy’s thighs. “There. That should be a little bit of an appetizer before we get to the main course,” Cathy taunts, screwing the cap on the bottle of her special scent and passing it to you. “You get to keep this for as long as you’d like. But absolutely NO drinking. Got it?” You nod in understanding. Drinking eucalyptus oil is probably a bad idea. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I still need to use the little skunk’s room,” Cathy admits. By now, the sun has set completely and the stars are out. Complete darkness shrouds the windows looking outside. Leaving the bucket on the counter, Cathy gestures for you to follow. She leads you back into the back rooms of the store until you reach a closed wooden door. She opens it and invites you in. “The cool thing about having a store is that you get your own indoor privy,” Cathy says as you enter. You close the door behind you, taking in the space. It’s just big enough for the two of you to stand in, but that’s all the space it has. “It was so annoying having to wake up in the middle of the night all the time with a bursting bladder just to run down the stairs, out the door, and all the way to the outhouse outside. Now I don’t have to deal with the cold outside air. Though, it still doesn’t prevent me from wetting myself sometimes,” she says with a wink. The skunk girl lifts up her skirt and plops down onto the toilet seat, spreading her legs as wide as you can and offering you a pristine view into the empty pit below and her thoroughly soaked nether regions. You kneel down on the floor for a closer view. You’re in luck, because the seat is raised high enough so that your chin rests at the perfect height to clear the seat edge. “If you put your head between my legs, I might let you get a lick or two in~” Cathy offers seductively. She knows what she wants. You wedge your face in, already getting your head wet from the pure dampness of Cathy’s thighs. You can see into the privy more clearly now. The pit it itself is a rectangular one, dug deep into the ground. Besides the entirety of the raised area, which is a few feet from the ground, the pit extends a couple feet downwards as well. You surmise that if you stood in the pit, the top of your head would be just under Cathy’s rear. Cathy was obviously planning for this part of your night together, because there is not a single drop of pee or any excrement whatsoever in the toilet. It has all been cleaned out meticulously, almost obsessively. There are several stains in the wooden upper walls of the pit, marking the urine line of several massive trips to the loo. However, while many lines got close, none really approach the top of the privy. It seems like in the week that Cathy moved in and started setting up shop in this building, she had failed to completely fill the toilet while practicing for the big night. Before you can take it all in, though, you feel Cathy’s stomach rumble as she jerks her legs apart and twitches suddenly. A third stream of urine shoots out of her, instantly spraying your face with mist and stray droplets. You being to pull your face back out of instinct, but Cathy closes her thighs quickly. You feel the pressure of her thighs squeezing against the sides of your head, and are unable to escape. “Oh, no. You are watching me this whole time. I don’t want you taking eyes off my pee for a second!” As time goes on, you notice Cathy’s movements becoming more aggressive, erratic, and impatient. It seeps into her voice, too, as she takes a more petulant, demanding tone. You feel her hands press gently against the back of your head as you stare downwards, watching her waterfall cascade and pirouette through the air before landing with a splash down below. She begins to almost knead your hair like a cat kneading a soft blanket. Her breathing becomes ragged and you feel her lean back and sigh. You hear the impact of the back of her head against the wall of the privy as she rolls her eyes up towards the ceiling in pure erotic ecstasy. Her smell is driving you crazy, penetrating your nostrils and filling your mind. She’s held you from being drenched for so long now, and you’re yearning to do more than just watch. But you know her. While she may deny it for a while, in the end, Cathy always let you have your fill. It’s just so hard to resist… But both Cathy and you know that for a container this big, even if Cathy has more than enough in the tank to overflow it, it would take a very, very long time. You’re almost about to spark a conversation to pass the time, but Cathy does it for you. “Can you believe it? I still need to go, even after all that,” Cathy remarks. “It’s been at least an hour, right? It has to have been. Back in high school, I was aiming to last ten minutes! It’s crazy how much I’ve improved since then. It’s crazy how much more I’ve been able to hold since last week, even!” “How long have we been doing this again?” “Years, at least! That’s all I know. And we’ve had so many good memories. So many… hot memories…” Cathy trails off, lost in remembrance. “Remember the time we ate out at that tavern to celebrate our graduation, and I drank too much and didn’t realize until it was too late? How the privy was all occupied and there was this huge line? You had to take me out back so that I could pee in the bushes in the alleyway… I remember how you stood in front of me so that the people passing by on the road wouldn’t look into the alley and see me while I went! That was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” “Oh, and remember that time where you dared me to drink that entire pitcher and then ride out into the country on a bump carriage to see how far I’d get? I don’t remember how far we actually got… but I do remember that I was squirming and fidgeting for hours until the wagon hit a huge stone and made me lose control,” she says, her words getting faster and more breathless. She’s squirming now, too, rubbing her thighs against the sides of your head and squeezing them intermittently. By now the entire floor of the toilet is covered, and the water is steadily rising. As she recalls those events, you remember too. “So I had to run to the back of the carriage and pee off the end and onto the road as we moved forwards! You held me to make sure I didn’t fall off, and we just kept going and going and going! I must have left a trail at least a mile long by the time I was done. Well, that’s hyperbole, but I went for a really, really long time. It still turns me on when I think about it.” “Oh! And do you remember that time where we went to the beach and you wanted to dig a pit so that you could sit it in and cover yourself up until only your head was above the ground? But I had too many drinks the night before and being near the ocean made me so desperate that I couldn’t even make it all the way down to the ocean in time before I burst? I ended up sitting in the pit instead! I filled it up and we had to cover it with sand to make sure that nobody got suspicious why there was this pit full of pee sitting there in the middle of the beach! You remember that, right? Of course you do! It was so sexy feeling myself squirt all over the place and flood my bikini… and it was even hotter when you had to dry me off afterwards! I was so soaked, and you had to rub every part of my body to get it off… I wish we could do that again sometime…” Cathy’s words flow out of her mouth like the torrent that spills out from under her. So aroused that even conscious thought and coherent sentences are hard to put together for her, Cathy continues to rant and recollect every fun little “accident” you and her had together over the years. It goes on and on, with Cathy’s legs shaking, twitching, shuddering, vibrating, and kicking every time she gets another rush of pure lust and relief. The sound of her pee splashing down into the privy gets deeper and deeper the fuller it gets. The water rises gradually, but even after over an hour of peeing, Cathy shows absolutely no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Eventually, when Cathy runs out of stories to tell, she simply slumps back against the wall and pants like a dog, letting her tongue roll out and her mouth open wide. A couple more minutes pass and finally the privy is filled to the brim with Cathy’s unbridled pee. She finally opens her legs wide enough for you to pull your head back and take a huge gulp of fresh air. You fall back onto the floor, gasping as her intense smell fades away. She does the same, letting out a huge sigh of relief and staring down at her handiwork. There’s so much that it’s enough to bathe in, or even swim in. She rubs her bladder contentedly. It’s almost too much pleasure. The endless ecstasy that comes with Cathy’s endless pee is driving her feral. She has to remind herself to pace herself, and to not get too carried away again. She slowly gets up from her seat, rubbing her read end. After an hour of sitting, it’s gotten a little sore. You brush yourself off as well and check the time. 11:30 pm, which means that you two have spent another hour in the bathroom together. “Ready for round four?” Cathy says, helping you up. “Four? You’re not done?” “I wouldn’t have used the bathroom if I didn’t know that I’d still have lots more to spare after I was done!” the skunk girl says, lifting her tail and wagging it like a dog. “I know you want to get peed on. And I’ve been keeping you waiting for hours. You’ve been so good, holding yourself back like that. I know you just wanted to be under all that pee the whole time. Well, I think it’s time I reward you!” Excited, you follow Cathy up the stairs and into the residential part of the building. The second floor of the store is dedicated to Cathy herself, and includes her bedroom among other things. You enter her room to be greeted by rows and rows of potted flowers, candles, and tiny bottles all arranged in neat arrays on light wooden desks. The entire room carries a cottagecore aesthetic, with bright white curtains and lights adoring the windows. A large fur rug is spread out on the floor in front of a queen-size bed with an incredibly comfy-looking fur blanket. “Lie down on the rug,” Cathy says, pushing you down gently. You acquiesce to her demand, kneeling down and then spreading yourself out on the rug, supine. Cathy kneels down with you, crawling forwards until she’s straddling your chest, facing you. She shifts forwards, until she’s sitting on top of your face. You get a faceful of that wonderful Cathy scent as she softly grinds her pussy into your mouth with quiet moans and shivers. “Oh, I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I am going to soak you. I’m going to drench you. I’m going to cover you in piss into you can swim in the puddle. I’m going to make every inch of your body undeniably soggy. I’m going to piss and piss and piss until you’re hot and sticky and wet all over. This is how skunk girls like us mark our territory. I’m not going to just spray you, I’m going to take my scent and lather you in it until you can’t smell anything else. I’m not just going to squirt a little bit of stinky fluid out of my ass and leave you with a smell that’ll go away in a few days, I’m going to make my scent soak you to the bone so hard that you’ll be smelling like me for weeks! I’m going to make it loud and clear that you are my precious little toilet, and I’m going to fill you up like I do with every other toilet I use.” Cathy takes a deep breath, and continues to pant. She wipes the sweat off her brow, but there’s no getting rid of the rosy color in her cheeks as she blushes furiously. “H-how was that?” she says, suddenly shy. “I-I’ve been practicing my dirty talk, you know. I hope that’s what you wanted to hear. Here it comes!” You brace for your mouth to be filled in a second with a relentless gushing burst of pee, but when Cathy’s muscles relax, all that comes out is a steady and slow trickle. “Don’t worry. I can maintain some… rational thought, even when I get too excited,” Cathy reassures you. “I’m not going to hurt you or drown you. I’m going to… take it slow so that you can drink. Then we’ll turn it back up again when I pee all over you.” As the liquid hits your tongue, you notice a barely-perceptible soft tangy flavor, almost bitter in a sense, salty in another. You lap at it greedily as it flows easily down your throat little bit little. Cathy presses her lips onto you, leaning forwards and planting her hands down on both sides of your head. Your tongue inches forwards until you penetrate her soaking slit, warmth and soft wetness surrounding you completely and coating your entire face with her skunk girl scent. It’s as hot as an oven between her legs, and her endless stream cascades down over the top of your tongue and into your esophagus, like freshwater trickling down a Roman aqueduct. You stick your tongue as far in as you can, causing her to shudder violently and squeeze the sides of your heads with her damp, hot thighs. You can feel her entire body vibrating with pleasure as she takes her hands and rubs the top of your head with them, ruffling your hair. “Y-yes, that’s a good flower,” Cathy soothes, pressing even further deeper into your tongue. “Take it all in. Drink every… last… drop…” She brushes a tuft of hair out of your face, and leans down slightly to look you in the eyes. Her eyes are teary from relief, and her cheeks are soaked from happy tears. She’s still panting, but this time she’s close enough that you can feel her hot breath swirling all around you. “That’s it… gently now, suck it all out… you deserve this reward,” she coos as you shift your tongue inside her, causing her to yelp and squeeze for a second. “Mmmhh~” She suddenly grabs both sides of your head and brings her own face as closer as she can without getting up from her seat on your face. “You’re beautiful. You know that? Thank you so much for sticking with me for all these years, and putting up with my freakiness,” she bites her lip, and it’s hard to tell if the glistening droplets around her eyes are from relief or affection or both. Cathy continues to hold onto your head, staring into your eyes and breathing heavily. She takes one hand and brushes her fingertips across your skin in the gentlest of motions, tracing the outline of your features with a loving caress. She holds your cheeks in her hands and cradles them together. One minute passes before Cathy’s slow and relaxed trickle quiets down and stops. She pulls back, your tongue slipping smoothly out of her with an unimaginably wet squelching sound, and stands up, still straddling you. Her stance is extremely unsteady, and her hands are glued to her crotch as her legs wobble and bend. “I-I can’t,” she squeals. “I can’t!” Cathy’s hands get pushed away from her nether regions as the prodigal amount of self-control she had earlier in weakening her stream enough for you to drink is shattered in an instant. The dam breaks completely, as a fifth, new wave of pee comes gushing out unbridled and uncontainable. Mixed in with the giant hissing stream is another white liquid. As fluid flows out of two places at once, Cathy tilts her head back and almost screams in delight. The energy it takes to push everything out of her body at once overcomes her, and the force of orgasming and peeing at the same time makes her lose her balance and drop down to the floor. She presses herself on top of you, spreading herself out until she’s lying on top of you in a vertical embrace. Her face ends up right next to yours, and without hesitation she pushes her mouth onto yours, filling your mouth with hot, panting breaths. She takes both of your hands in hers and squeezes tightly. Every inch of her body is vibrating rapidly, and you have to clench her palms in yours to keep her hands from shaking around too much. An immense force pushes into your body, like trying to press your hand up against a running garden hose. Cathy wraps her thighs and legs around your leg like a pole, shoving her pussy against your thigh and causing the extreme force of her pee to make her stream split in all directions and fly across the rug. It’s unspeakably loud, too, with an incessant hissing that fills the entire room with the sound of her relief. You can almost swear that it could be heard outside the building, and that it’s almost even shaking the building itself with how hard she’s releasing. In no time, a massive puddle starts to form on the floor, and your back, which is pressed against it, is already sopping wet and fully stained by her urine. You have to fight to hold Cathy steady as she squirms like a worm, simply unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second. “I love you!” she whispers frantically into your ear, pushing her mouth right up against it so that her warm breath flows into it and penetrates your brain. “I love you I love you I love you- Aaah!” Completely surrounded by nothing but Cathy, with thoughts only of her, you let your eyes close as you melt into the sensation of her lips against yours. She pumps your lungs full with her own exhalation, filling your chest and stomach with warmth. Once again, Cathy’s hissing deluge pours out of her bladder as she dumps gallons of pee onto you. The puddle spreads until it completely surrounds you, and due to the massive spray, every single inch of your body quickly becomes saturated with pee. Droplets drip down all parts of your body, and all parts of Cathy’s as well. Her skirt has become entirely soaked and hangs down from her hips like a sopping wet towel. Even her face and her hair eventually become damp. This drags on for minutes and minutes, and you feel the floor under you become oversaturated as well. You imagine that at least some of her urine must be dripping down into the floor and then out the ceiling of the first floor down below. You can imagine how, if you stood on the ground floor and looked up, you could see a giant wet patch in the ceiling dripping down onto your head. Ever so slowly, Cathy’s heart and breathing slowly begin to turn to a more normal pace as she closes her eyes and lets her weight rest on you. Her pee still leaks out at an astronomical rate, but it becomes less of a forceful gushing spray and more akin to pouring a gallon of liquid down a drain. The feeling of her warmth wrapping around yours like a cozy blanket is almost enough to put you to sleep. Cathy begins to slowly stop shaking and become steadier and more stable. Soon enough, she decides to cut off her stream once more so that her bedroom doesn’t become completely flooded. After stopping, she takes a deep breath and slowly peels herself off you. The wet cum that she squirted out and drenched you with makes parts of your clothes stick to hers. She sits up, causing ripples in the giant puddle she’s created. “This is by far the best time we’ve had together,” she sighs contently. “I was so overloaded with pleasure – I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.” “But I’m calmer now. And look how dirty we are! We’re both completely soaked. I hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me.” You look at your watch, and it reads 12:30 AM. Past midnight. The intense, abject flood that Cathy unleashed on you makes it clear that you wouldn’t be able to go home so dripping wet. It’s certain that you’re going to have to stay the night. “It’s so late,” Cathy says, echoing your thoughts. “I can’t believe that I lasted so long. You want to sleep together?” Cathy gestures to her bed. Several droplets fly off of her fingertips. You raise your head up and nod. “Well, what do you say to a nice, warm bath to relax and wind down after so much fun?” Cathy suggests. “I have lots of things for baths. It would be perfect to clean ourselves up a bit before we go to bed.” When you get into Cathy’s bathroom, you realize that strangely, there is no barrel or bucket of water to fill up the bathtub. You start to wonder how exactly Cathy is going to fill the bathtub with no water, when she closes the door behind you and locks it. Whatever thoughts you have are interrupted by her pulling you close to her. “Peeing so much and getting so aroused took a lot out of me. It feels like I peed out every ounce of energy I had left. I’m sooooo tired,” she says with a seductive smile. “I’m so tired, I need you to undress me.” You’re tired too, but an offer like that you simply can’t resist. You start with the top first, reaching under the edge of Cathy’s crop top and pulling it upwards. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves for you as you pull it over her head and discard it. Underneath, she’s wearing her thin white undershirt that’s incredibly see-through. It even shows the outline of her bra through the fabric. The undershirt is next to go, leaving her in nothing but a top and a dripping wet skirt. You bend down to waist level and slowly drop the skirt, wriggling it around her legs as it sticks to her thighs. It flops to the ground with an audible thump due to the weight of the liquid saturating it. Then, you reach up and remove her bra, and Cathy stands naked before you. She giggles, turning around and showing off. “My turn,” she whispers in your ear, before slowly and teasingly undressing you as well. She makes sure to drag her fingertips against the surface of your most sensitive parts, delicate enough to make you shiver. After both of you are undressed, Cathy enters the tub, which is built into the end of the bathroom, surrounded on three sides by walls. Sitting against the wall on the side of the tub and stretching her legs forwards and apart, she gestures for you to come and sit between them. You do, it dawning on you just what’s going to come next. As you take your seat between Cathy’s legs, you feel her arms wrap around you and pull you back into her chest in a loving embrace. She rests her head on your shoulder and leans it against the side of yours, nestling it within the space between your chin and your shoulder. “Now I get to pamper you all I want,” she whispers in your ear, her lips brushing against the very tip of your earlobe. “Come on, lean back into me and close your eyes. I’m going to make you feel heavenly for how good you made me feel earlier.” As you do so, Cathy presses her lips against the soft part of you neck, sighing as the smell of ammonia acutely grows stronger. You feel a sudden spurt of warmth against your back, as little streams of liquid crawl around the curves of your bodies, trickling into the tub. “Again?” “Mmmh…” is all Cathy says in reply as she slumps back against the wall and cradles you in her arms, pulling you back and massaging your shoulders with her nimble fingers. You drop them as they relax, and you melt into her embrace as she lets the contents of her bladder empty out once more into the tub. It’s a slow, steady stream, sounding more like the trickle of a water flowing down a bamboo pipe into a miniature pond. There’s none of that ecstatic, manic force gushing out of her anymore, but you can still feel the pleasure she’s experiencing ripple through the inside of her body and her core. While still peeing, Cathy reaches over towards a bottle that lies on the edge of the tub and opens it, pouring a bit of shampoo on her hands. She rubs them together as they make a slick, slippery sound, and then kneads your hair deeply with the suds. The crunchy, soft texture of the bubbles against your scalp are just what you need to cool down after such an intense activity together. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as you lie back and let Cathy take care of you. Tingles run throughout your body as you close your eyes and let your other senses melt your worries away. The crunchy, undulating sound of Cathy shampooing your hair, the soft refuge of Cathy’s arms, the warmth pooling around your waist, the smell of ammonia, salt, and musk, mixed with a sweet scent, a refreshing, cool herbal tang, and a soapy, candy-like aroma… they all swirl around you. After shampooing your hair, Cathy takes another, smaller bottle, and opens the cap. Underneath it is a rotating metal ball attached to the container, wet with the aromatic oil inside. She takes the bottle and presses the ball against your skin, rotating it and sliding it across your body like an artist’s paintbrush. She does so until your limbs, face, and abdomen are coated in a very thin layer of aromatic oil. It’s a heavenly, unique scent. The blissful, natural, delicate smell of Cathy’s oils, and the raw, feral, sensual scent of Cathy herself and her bodily fluids. Eventually, the clear, off-white liquid fills the tub enough for your legs and your own nether regions to become submerged in steaming hot Cathy fluid. You shudder as the pee rises just above your genitals, as Cathy takes her own delicate fingers and pushes them between your legs, feeling around your genitalia and splashing around. It’s a gentle, soothing touch as she rubs up and down the surface of your privates. With her other hand, she flips open a bottle of soap. She takes a moment to pour a heavy amount into her hands, and then gets to work covering your entire body, especially your lower region, in a copious amount of suds and bubbles. Cathy continues to do this for a considerable amount of time, until the bathtub slowly begins to fill to the brim over the course of several minutes. She does this while whispering in your ears the entire time with positive affirmations and loving words. Sometimes, she simply moves her lips, letting her gentle breath melt against your ears. She takes yet another bottle and lathers the substance on her hands before pressing her palms against your temples. She takes her thumbs and her index fingers and presses softly into the pressure points on your face, drawing the oil across your face, coating it in a facial mask. “Keep your eyes closed,” she soothes, turning her head to the side to allow room for you to rest your head on her shoulders. You persist in a state of almost-limbo, completely relaxed by Cathy’s care. Several more minutes pass until Cathy finishes filling up the tub with her golden liquid. As she shuts off her stream, she giggles as the warm bubbly pressure you feel behind you subsides. She wraps her arms around your chest and pulls you close like a little kid hugging their teddy bear. She pulls you far back enough that only your head remains above the surface. The entirety of your body otherwise is completely submerged. It’s almost like a hot tub, the warmth pervading every inch of your skin. The steam constantly rising up from the bath flits through your nostrils and makes you a little fuzzy. Cathy reaches forwards into the tub of urine and weaves her fingers through it, near the surface. She cups both of her hands and lifts them out of the water as you watch her pee drip down noisily, clinging to the back of her hands and cascading down her arms. She repeats this a few times, drawing handfuls of her own pee out of the water and watching it fall back down, causing faint undulating ripples. You reach out and grab her hands, intertwining yours and hers as you play with the clear, faintly-scented liquid. Together you collect handfuls only to hear the sound of it flowing back down into the water, like a chef lifting ladles out of a steaming pot of soup. Now that the two of you are relaxed, you can slow down enough to have a chat. You absentmindedly slosh each other’s arms around the tub while you catch each other up on what happened between when you saw each other last and now. While the pee is still warm, Cathy asks you to clean her up as well. You take the time to use the same bath supplies that she used, filling her hair with suds and bubbles. She blushes intensely as you rub her body delicately with her soap, but makes no resistance. You trace her small shoulders and chest, down to her soft belly and warm hips. As you move your arms around, she grasps onto them, perching her hands on top of your forearms and wrists like clothes draping from a clothesline. After you’re satisfied with your accomplishment, you draw your hands away from Cathy, only to have her pull you back close. She tells to you close your eyes once more and bow your head. You hear a sloshing sound as Cathy takes a large empty cup from the stand beside the bath and dips it into the pee, filling the cup to the brim in one sweeping motion. She takes the cup above your head and slowly tilts it downwards, causing a cascade of pee to rain down on top of your head and carry the suds with it down back into the bath. She pours and pours and pours until the cup runs empty, and then she dips it into the contents of the bath and repeats. A few quiet minutes pass as you feel the sticky, slightly salty substance slide every which way down your head. All the suds are now gone, and it’s your turn to take the cup and drench Cathy in her own warm nectar. She looks up obediently, shutting her eyes. Even though she is pressed against the wall, her tail still continues to wiggle back and forth in pleasure. You fill the cup, marveling at how every single drip that surrounds and submerges you came from deep inside Cathy herself. With the cup of pee, you pour it down directly onto Cathy’s face, watching as it splashes on her pristine features and tickles down, intertwining with her hair and sliding down her soft body. You take you hands and rub her scalp some more, making sure to get all of the suds off of her and into the foamy urine bath below. Once you both are finished, you decide that you should probably get out of the bath before the steam and heat get to you. Cathy agrees, and you both stand up out of the water, causing a massive ripple and sloshing sound to echo throughout the bathroom. It sounds so deep, hearing the incredible amount of urine undulate and collapse in on itself with a booming splash. Both Cathy and you step out of the tub, grabbing the towels hanging on the rack beside the bath and unfolding them. While you stand, countless amounts of urine slithers down your bodies and pools under your feet. Cathy turns over and unplugs the drain. You stare at the still-full bath as it drains noisily down. Even with an opening as wide as Cathy’s drain, it still takes several minutes for the entirety of the bath to empty. And yet, Cathy was able to release all this with an opening that was miniscule compared to the drain. You watch it swirl about, circling the drain before pouring in. While you do, Cathy takes her towel and begins using it to dry you. She repeats the same motions that she did when she was lathering you up with soap. Though the towel is rough in texture, she rubs you down gently. You quickly do the same to here at the same time, not wanting her to stay wet for too long. The two of you dry each other from head to toe. However, after the events of tonight, the both of you have been so thoroughly drenched in Cathy’s never-ending pee that there is nothing that the two of you can do to get rid of the pungent smell that emanates from every inch of both of your bodies. Thankfully, Cathy is still shivering, but not from cold. A warm smile lights her face. “I guess we’ll be sleeping naked tonight,” she says as she picks up you two’s still-drenched clothes and moves to hang them out to dry on her balcony. The outside air is chilly, so she does it quickly. By the time she comes back, you’re already in her bed, pulling the covers over. It’s toasty and comfy underneath. If only your bed was as comfortable as Cathy’s. She comes in from the balcony and quietly slips under the covers next to you. You can feel the warmth of her body pressing into you. It’s a fuzzy feeling, a melting feeling. A feeling like no other. She cuddles you as she pushes herself halfway on top of you and wraps her arms around your back. She presses her face directly up against yours, and looks you lovingly in the eyes. “Should I wet the bed?” she asks. “What?” “I’m joking, I’m joking,” she giggles, before promptly falling asleep in your arms.
  3. View File Lesbians wetting jeans on bed Two women wet their jeans in bed and then rub each other over their clothes. Submitter mrbobert Submitted 08/16/2022 Category Female  
  4. i don’t know about anyone else but the idea of being tickled until i completely lose control and pee myself is so.. fuck. i wish there was more stories and things like that here. if anyone has one to share feel free.
  5. The spring mornings are always in the cooler side. It becomes a little hot later in the day but apart from that its a very comfortable weather. When Itsuki woke up in such a slightly cool and comforting morning it made him feel not only lazy but also super drowsy. So much so that he ended up falling back asleep. When he woke up again his father has already left to see his mother, leaving him some breakfast. Him getting up late wasn't a problem today as it was the weakend. After having breakfast in peace he got up and cleaned his dishes and the huge mess his father made just to prepare the most simplest breakfast imaginable while making a mental note of never letting him walk into the kitchen again! When he was finally done it was already 11. He glanced at the watch with indifferent eyes before pulling out his phone and calling Aoi. The phone didn't make more than 2 rings and it was already picked up. Itsuki wasn't slightest bit surprised at this and said with his usual laid back tone "when are you coming?" On the other side it was quite noisy so Aoi was probably on her way over already. She didn't bother to answer him and went streight for the main topic, "did you do what I told you to do?" This time Itsuki paused on his tracks for a second and pursed his lips slightly. Not hearing anything from the other side Aoi asked again, "you forgot didn't you? Hahaha, well that's okay infact I was about to call you to tell you to wait for me. You can start when I get there. I will be there soon so wait for me okay!" She cut the phone without even bothering to hear his answer. Itsuki put down the phone on the dinning table and sat down in one of the chairs. He had indeed forgotten the promise he made to her last Saturday. She will be here soon and once she is here he will have to do what they promised the loser of the match they played will do. He didn't even know why he agreed to such conditions. He let out a soft sigh thinking that it was no use crying over spilt milk. He had the nerves to challenge her in a match so he should also have the nerves to keep his promise. He got up from the chair and went to the refrigerator. It may be cool in the mornings but when thirsty, nothing hits the spot better than cold water. He took out a bottle. Mixed it with room temperature water and drank a few mouthful. Even though Aoi told him to wait, for some reason he had a bad feeling about this so he went ahead and drank almost the whole bottle before Aoi arrived. Upon arriving the first thing that entered her eyes was the empty bottle on the table and she frowned slightly, "didn't I tell you to wait for me. I really wanted to see you get started." A sudden shudder went down his spine as he started feeling thankful for his sixth sences. "You really can't stop being a creep for even a second!?" Aoi grinned at him, went near the sink and filled the bottle herself before handing it to him. "I am not a creep. I just want to see it from the very beginning. From the water slowly entering your system to you slowly getting desperate until you can't help it anymore and just-" Itsuki couldn't bear to listen anymore so he received the bottole and interrupted her with "Let's start with the homework." Aoi only smiled at him and didn't continue. He himself knew it wasn't going to get anywhere anytime soon with one of such a small bottle but he still couldn't bring himself to drink it after knowing that he will soon be someone's eye candy even if that someone was his girlfriend. He put down the bottle and let out a small sight. Aoi who has been staring at him extended her hand to get the bottle back and said "Do you want me to help you so it won't be as embarrassing anymore?" Before he could figure out, exactly how was she gonna 'help' him drink water, he was gently pushed into the chair behind him. But the kiss that landed on his lips afterwards was not so gentle, a bit fierce even. The water Aoi took in her mouth before kissing him, slowly slid down his throat but most of the water was spilled from the gap of their mouths. Even after all the water was gone Aoi didn't cease the force of the kiss. At first Itsuki was caught off-guard but he also co-operated soon enough. By the time they seperated both of them were a panting mess. Aoi was now sitting on Itsuki's lap without both of them realising. Itsuki was still pondering over the fact that "Oh! how less embarrassing it really was than he drinking it himself!" with his fiery red ears, when he saw Aoi about to 'help' him drink some more water. He hurriedly reached over his hand and snached the bottole. Putting the other hand on Aoi's waist he said "That's enough I will drink it myself." Aoi gave a satisfied grin looking at his savored look before finally leaving her VIP seat. They were sitting in the dinning room doing their homework, Aoi occasionally asking questions she didn't understand. Almost Two hours passed by without any trouble. Aoi asked Itsuki while helping him gather the papers together after they were done"do you need to go yet?" ".....yeah.....A little I suppose." "Hahaha and how much is "a little" supposed to mean? Tell me in a scale of 1 to 10?" "4 maybe?" Itsuki said with hesitation. Aoi made an understanding noise and went to put the papers in her bag when she heard Itsuki say," How about we move to my room?" Aoi Turned towards him,"oh! Of course. You wouldn't want to wet yourself and be seen by your parents right? That will be one hell of a hard situation to explain." "........" He sometimes wondered for what god for shaken reason was he dating this kind of person. Even dating a dog would have been better than this shameless wrench. Aoi could almost read all the above words from his expression alone and burst into laughing. Not being able to take it anymore Itsuki decided to stay away from this thing for the time being. He got up and went upstairs by himself deciding on which movies they should watch. Soon he was followed after by Aoi. The door of his room closed and they got themselves comfortable on Itsuki's bed. The bed was attached to one of the walls in the room. Itsuki put his back against the wall and put on the movie. Aoi being the do- oh worse than dog person she was, lied on Itsuki's lap despite knowing full well how hard it will soon be for Itsuki in this position with his slowly growing need. Itsuki stated at her speechlessly before letting her do whatever hell she wanted with a sight of defeat, after all either way the end result will still be the same with him making a mess of himself. 30 minites into the movie Aoi felt Itsuki squirm around more frequently. She looked up at him,"feeling uncomfortable? Need me to get up?" "No. Its fine....For now at least." Even though Itsuki said that Aoi could feel him becoming more restless by the minuite. She again looked up at him. After a while she got up and sat infront of him blocking his view to the telivision. By now Itsuki had to close his legs hard if he wanted to have full control of his body but of course Aoi won't allow him to do that. She slid her body Between his legs one of her hands at the side of his neck cherishing it lightly. "How much?" "...about 7" "Oh! That was fast. I though it was going to take you a whole day." Aoi was smiling but Itsuki could detect the sarcastic tone in her words. "Well it's not something I have control over." "Mmn, that's true. I have never really seen you loose your cool before so I am a bit impatient maybe?" While she talked Aoi's hand went to his nape and suddenly Itsuki's body became tensed. He was suddenly a bit breathless. Itsuki felt her hands sliding further down his spine over his clothes just the way he liked it when he was receiving a massage while relaxing but relaxing wasn't really something he was looking forward to right now. He unconsciously arched his back. One of is hand landed on Aoi's shoulder. If he exerted even a little pressure Aoi will stop all her actions. That's how it has always been. As someone like Itsuki who didn't like to express his emotions most of time, he made small gestures. Luckily all these small gestures were noticed by Aoi without any miss. The moment he feels uncomfortable Aoi will never push him any farther. But he doesn't seem to not like it enough to stop just yet and instead see what happens next. Aoi waited for a bit but the sign she anticipated never came. So while surprised she felt a bit touched. She maintained her position as if waiting for something. It was a rare moment for Itsuki to take the initiative to express himself properly and Aoi wanted to give him as much time as possible. Just when she was about say something to him the sound of people downstairs startled the both of them. Itsuki looked at Aoi with his usual expressionless face. Aoi:"......" All the emotions in his eyes that were there just seconds ago seem to have been nothing but a small dream, disappearing without a single trace. Aoi didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the mood, she had manged to set up by going through rain and storms was ruined just like that. So she focused on calming herself first. Aoi: "...Looks like...your parents are back." Itsuki: "Hmn" They sat where they were without moving for a while when Itsuki's father called him down. Itsuki honestly doubted that today everyone was competing over who can give him a harder time. He let out a sight before getting up. But before he could fully stand up panic flashed in his face and he quickly sat back down in his previous position. Aoi was a bit surprised but looking at his expression and the way he shut his legs tightly not moving at all she soon followed. Aoi: "Umn...its okay I will....go down" Itsuki just pursed his lips and didn't say anything, only nodded his head in response. Aoi hurried downstairs. Itsuki's parents were used to seeing her around so they weren't surprised. Itsuki's father asked how she was doing and how were her studies going and how were her parents doing and all the usual questions. All Aoi just wanted to finish the conversation soon and go upstairs. It didn't seem like it willl be ending anytime soon though. Itsuki's mother asked "what is that son of mine doing? Why didn't he come down with you?" "....." While lying itself wasn't really a problem but lying to her future mother-in-law was a bit.....hard. Though its not like she can tell the real reason why her precious son couldn't come down," I actually came here because we needed to finish our assignments. So he said he will come down after he is done." "That's very much like him. Okay, then how about I send you two somthing to eat later?" Aoi almost chocked on air hearing Itsuki's father's kind proposal. She hurriedly refused " N-no need. It won't take us much longer and we will come down right after anyway so please don't bother." When Aoi finally came upstairs again the sight that greeted her was Itsuki sitting on the floor a short distance away from the bed as though the bed had traumatized him somehow, legs tightly closed together and his phone in his hand. The phone part is probably to distract his thoughts from his desperation. "Done?" He asked as he heard the sound of door opening. "Yeah. Why did you get down from the bed?" Itsuki chose not to answer her. Aoi sat close to him. She couldn't tell from a distance but from this close it was more than clear how desperate Itsuki was. Aoi also started to feel a bit restless and leand over to kiss him. After what felt like forever Itsuki felt Aoi put slight distence between them as their lips parted. He stared at Aoi with his blurred vision probably because of the psychological tears from both the kiss and his desperation. Aoi got closer to him and asked in a whisper "How much?" Itsuki was busy catching his breath and only answered after a while "can we stop that." "Haha sure. Whatever you say." Aoi moved back and got up on the bed. "Here, get up" Itsuki: " ......" Itsuki "not in the bed. Cleaning up will be a real pain." "Its okay. I will clean it all up." She empathized the 'all' part. Even though what she said was to help him, Itsuki felt like there was something terribly wrong with her wording, "I am not getti-Ah!" Before he could finish his words he felt a strong tug on his collour and he almost lost all control over his bladder then and there. He glared at Aoi with the most fierce face he could muster in this situation though for now it probably only makes him look all the more miserable. "You are forgetting who is in disadvantage right now." Aoi said with a sly tone. Ituki really wanted to murder her right about now but she was right. He is the one in disadvantage right now. So after sitting still on the floor for a while he slowly got up, about to climb on the bed when his hands were being tugged again. This time the force didn't stop halfway and got him to almost totally lie down on the bed. Itsuki would have let out a surprised sound if he didn't cover his mouth with his hands. But it did nothing to hide his panic as his other hand was forcefully pressing at his inner thigh. That hand was soon mercilessly moved by Aoi who got on top of him. She again kissed him as fiercely as ever while one of her hands went down rubbing between his inner thighs but always missing a certain sensitive spot in the middle. Being tortured like this Itsuki couldn't take it anymore he was about to get up when he felt his body become heavy. Turns out Aoi had put all her body weight on him. One of her hands now circling around his waist pushing it upwards while the kissing went on. Itsuki had a slim but well built body. After touching him for the first time Aoi could already tell his clothes were doing a great job, making him look like a noddle. But the only part of his body his clothes couldn't deceive people about was his waste. It looked slim and it actually was thin! Holding him around the waist was comfortable to the point of addiction. It was Itsuki who turned his head first putting an end to their kissing. While he was trying to catch his breath he felt Aoi's tongue around his lips only then did his brain register the metalic taste in his mouth. It wasn't clear who bit who first but it was now Aoi who was cleaning up for the both of them since Itsuki wasn't really in any position to do anything at all. The tongues moved down his chin and to his neck. Ituki was felling overwhelmed. With the pressure in his abdomen and the way Aoi's jeans was rubbing against his abdomen which was seperated from Aoi by only a soft textured thin sweater, it was all too much but at the same time not quite enough. Ituki: "Ahh ....d-don't rub so...h-hard." Itsuki felt forming a single sentence was harder than when he was first learning to talk. He felt too stimulated. It was a different kind of stimulation. Totally different from orgasm. It was something more fierce, something more urgent. Aoi raised only her face to see his face and gave him a small smile, "relax a little. Your muscles are so tensed." Itsuki though Aoi definitely didn't realise how close he was to literally flooding the bed. However with Aoi not giving him any break he couldn't catch his breath to tell her that. Aoi lowered her head and licked at the tears that fell from Itsuki's eyes. She pressed her body down with a bit more force and Itsuki felt his breath hitch he raised his body as much as possible in that position and held onto Aoi's shoulder as if it was his last straw of life. He got close to Aoi's ears and whispered in her ears,"hah...ahh s...st..op." Aoi was a bit taken aback but soon realised what he said and stopped moving right away. She was about to quickly move back and check if Itsuki was okay but just as she took back the pressure she was putting on Itsuki with her whole body she was pushed back on the bad in a almost sitting position. It was now Aoi's turn to be surprised. Being pushed like this all of a sudden she quickly balanced herself with her hands when she saw Itsuki get up and sit on her laps. Itsuki was still as breathless as earlier. His eyes were misty, lips bitten to the point it was red and seemed painfull even just from looking. Seeing him bullied to this point Aoi didn't have the heart to push him back down. She just kept looking at him with a dazed expression. It was then when she saw his lips move. No sound came out but he seemed to be wanting to tell her something with all his might. His breathing became heavier by the second. Finally it seemed like he have had enough, he let out a small moan and leaned forward resting his head on Aoi's sholder. Soon after Aoi heard a hissing sound. It started off as low and then got lowered. Aoi felt a warm sensetion spreading between her legs and and a stream of liquid hitting her abdomen. Itsuki was sticking very close to her so while she couldn't see it, she would be a dumb bitch if she couldn't tell what the hell he was doing here. Itsuki's breath was hitting her ears and while he wasn't verbal about it the relief he was feeling was quite obvious with the small sights he was letting out occasionally accompanied with very light moans. Aoi was thankful that Itsuki turned off the movie before she came to his room before , otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hear these honey dripping sounds he was making. It seemed like forever till the stream slowed and finally died down. Itsuki was still slump over Aoi's sholder. His breathing had calmed down by a lot now. Aoi: " You......you did that on purpose didn't you?" Itsuki didnt say anything and just when she thought he was ignoring her again Itsuki finally finished the sentence he couldn't say earlier " I told you, I don't want to clean up the bed. So If I do it on top if you, for once you can be useful and let your clothes absorb most of it." Itsuki's voice was still a bit hoarse and he was talking in a low voice. It tickled Aoi's ears pulling a string in her heart. She felt like if this little devil doesn't stops soon she might do something terrible to him. Itsuki slowly got up. He had no intention to look at the bed, at Aoi or even at himself. He simply went to the wardrobe to get a change of clothes for both him and Aoi. But of course him having a dog girlfriend, she would not let it pass just like that. "Y'know, you did say that if you do it on top of me you will make a smaller mess but damn, look at the bed. How were you even able to contain so much in that flat stomach of yours?" As usual Itsuki pretended that there was only him and air in the room but looking at his blood red ears it was pretty obvious how he feels about this whole bladder capacity thing. When Ituki got out after taking a quick shower Aoi was still letting out small laughs . Itsuki honestly didn't know what to say at this point. His eyes fell on the bed that was already cleaned up by Aoi while he was on the shower and once again felt his ears heat up. Then his eyes fell on Aoi's soaked jeans that she still......HAD ON!? "Why the hell have you not taken your clothes off yet!?" "I also need a shower so I might as well change after the shower right?" Itsuki didn't want to talk on this subject anymore but it would be a lie to say he isn't amazed how unaffected she is with someone else's urine on herself. Itsuki put his clothes in the washing machine and waited for Aoi to finish changeing. Then put her clothes in together with the sheets. When everything was finally done it was already lunchtime. Itsuki went down stairs with Aoi following closely behind. _ _ _ They were making small talk while eating when Itsuki's father suddenly asked, "Aoi why did you change your clothes all of a sudden?" Everyone in the room: "......." It's not like Itsuki's mother didn't notice it but she just couldn't seem to being it up but now her dear husband achieved what she couldn't. Aoi gave a nervous laughter. she was about to give an excuse when she heard Itsuki say, " she spilled water on herself" Seemingly very used to his father's obliviousness. And that topic ended right there. But not for Aoi. The guilt of dirtying the white lotus of the family who were so good to her was too much for her to enjoy the meal in front of her. _ _ _ "It was the most awkward lunch I have ever had in my entire dog life life." Aoi though as she waved goodbye to Itsuki from the bus window. The sun was already setting. The sky had an orange shade while broken clouds were floating by here and there. Aoi felt a bit drowsy. She leand on the window glass and looked at the sky. Today was one hell of a day for her. But she was pretty much satisfied with everything expect for one thing. It took her a lot of effort to be alone with Itsuki like this. Being able to spend time with just the two of them is no less rare than seeing a white peacock. In such circumstances when Itsuki finally seem to show a new side of himself they wre interrupted. She felt a bit sad. But leaving that aside she still got to see a whole new side of him. Aoi looked at herself in the reflection of the window," Yup. Smiling like a creep just as he said." She thought it was okay. The side of Itsuki she couldn't see today it will be a treat for later. She will open this pretty wrapping slowly and with much care in the future. There is no need to rush. There is a whole life ahead of them. Note: hello everyone. The two character in this chapter are actually from a novel I was thinking of writing but who knows if I will ever be able finish writing it.....
  6. Content warning: Piss/Watersports, Humiliation, BDSM. Based on a fantasy that I plan on indulging with my girlfriend sometime soon… We’ve been wanting to go on a day trip to a nearby hiking trail for a while, and it’s finally starting to be warm enough outside for us to go. We both like the idea of spending a few hours together outside, taking pretty pictures, and watching the sunset over the trail’s lake together. However, my sub really doesn’t realize what all she might have in store for her when we finally go… \---- “Why don’t we go ahead and sit down here to watch the sunset?” I asked, gesturing to the bench. We were only a few hundred feet away from the parking lot, and we also had a gorgeous view of the lake from there. We had come to this same location on one of our first weekends together, and we were both happy to be back by the lake again. “Yes mommy. That sounds great!” she sat down on the bench, and I sat down next to her. I pulled her head onto my chest and gently began stroking her hair. We cuddled like that for a few minutes before I gently picked her face up off of my chest. She groaned quietly, clearly unhappy that I was interrupting our cuddling session. However, she quickly started looking happier when I began to climb into her lap on the bench. Snuggling up to her while kneeling on her lap, I buried my face into her neck. I breathed a sigh, taking a second to enjoy how warm and comforting it felt to snuggle up to her like this. Then, I started to be reminded of a fairly pressing need. Kneeling on her lap, my bare pussy was touching her jeans. I had decided to take off my panties before we left her place and wear nothing underneath my short skirt, although I didn’t tell her that. I had also chosen her outfit for the day, choosing for her to wear light blue jeans and a t-shirt. I had been hydrating as much as I could throughout the afternoon, drinking several bottles of water since we left her place earlier. My bladder was starting to complain about the strain I was putting it under. Slowly I relaxed my muscles, and my piss started dripping out. It took my sub a few seconds to realize what was going on because I was carefully controlling my flow, savoring the feeling of my gentle release. Suddenly, I felt her body stiffen. “Mommy?!” she gasped. “Yes?” “Are you…” she didn’t finish asking the question. I felt her twitch, and I leaned back so that I could see her face. She had her eyes closed, a look of bliss on her face. “Using my urinal? Yes. I have the right to do that whenever I want. You’re my property” I reminded her, my piss soaking through her jeans. “Yes mommy,” she breathed. I let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of relief as I emptied my bladder into her lap. After a minute, my stream flowed to a stop. I slowly stood up, standing in front of her. I lifted my skirt, standing in front of her with my pussy in her face. “Now that mommy has used her urinal, you need to clean me up. Lick.” I ordered. I didn’t need to tell her twice. Obediently, she began cleaning me with her tongue. I had piss dripping down my thighs, so that’s where I directed her to begin first. She enthusiastically began lapping it up. As she eagerly licked my thighs, I noticed that she was attempting to wiggle her hand inside her pants, clearly intending to masturbate while she cleaned me. I grabbed her hair, yanking her away from my body. Glaring at her furiously, I commented, “You’re pathetic. You can’t even remember your manners. You KNOW that you have to ask permission if you want to touch yourself. Hands behind your back. Now.” “Mommy-” she started to protest. “Don’t. Argue. Property isn’t allowed to have an opinion.” She apologetically nodded and put her hands behind her back. She eagerly resumed licking my pussy. I savored the feeling of her tongue on my clit. Holding her face, I started to grind my clit against her tongue. It didn’t take much for me to cum all over her tongue. She fervently lapped up my juices. After she finished licking all of my wetness up, I pulled away from her. She looked disappointed to be made to stop, but she knew better than to continue arguing with me. “Get up, princess. It’s time for us to go back home and get you cleaned up too,” I commanded, taking her hand in mine. She stood up. Her jeans were soaked, no longer a light blue color. We headed back to the car, hand-in-hand. I knew that, if someone saw her, they’d mistakenly think that she had an accident. Wait until she finds out my fantasies about our future IKEA trip, I grinned to myself while leading her back to the car.
  7. I’m a fan fiction writer and I want to draw but I have no idea what to do so send suggestions! What are your favorite tropes and why? What are your favorite poses? What is something new I could try? I need inspiration. I tagged some stuff I already like (I like more but that’s all I had room for but I’m honestly down to experiment with anything)
  8. Cyber Spunk Ivy bit her lip in exctacy, losing control of herself for a brief moment. As soon as she realised, she immediatley composed herself and had a quick look around her. No one seemed to notice. “Thank fuck” She whispered to herself. She then stood up, pulled up her camo pants and clipped back on her utility belt, then glanced back at the puddle she left behind the tree near her campsite with a little smile, as she walked back to get out of the blistering sun and into some shade. It is hot out here,very hot, but she is used to it. Ivy is a Nomad. The best way to describe a Nomad is to imagine a travelling circus, often on the road or set up for weeks at a time, sometimes months, at different locations in the wilderness, deserts, forests, remote beaches, pretty much anywhere that isn’t occupied by many people. Only this circus has no clowns, and they don’t have much to do with the cities or people outside of their nomad clans. They live in their vehicles, campers, tents, swags, you name it. And going for a night out in one of their camps often proves to be a regretful experience to anyone not accustomed to the nomad lifestyle. Ivy’s current location is different from most of the ones shes camped out at in the past, though. This time she and her clan were right outside New Omocity, the biggest city in her world. Ivy didnt know it yet, but she is spending her final days with her Clan, for an unknown amount of time, as they make the final preparations and begin to take action to a plan they’ve had for a very long time. Ivy was chosen to enter the city and try to spark up a deal with any manufacturing company she could fnd and that were willing to work with the Nomads, whom are often treated as outcasts and exiles. You see, the Nomads, while largely living the lifestyle they have by choice, just seemed to develop a stigma and bad reputation, mainly rumours and lies made up by citizens within city walls. The general idea is that they have a lawless, savage, almost primal or animal like way. And of course, this is true for the most part, only they are also highly intelligent, adpatable, capable, efficient, harderend people, with good morales, however rough then can be. The deal Ivy has to try and spark with a manufacturing company? Ivy’s clan has descovered another plant that can be used to create latex. A material that seemingly has endless uses, and is mostly derived from plant material. Only the latex produced from this plant was nearly 10x as strong and sturdy as regular latex, and for some reason it can conduct electricity without harming someone in skin contact with it, ie when wearing a suit made out of it. Several inventions have been created by the clan using this new latex, including a suit, and they are looking to strike up a deal that will make them wealthy, far wealthier than the other nomand clans out there, which is usually rare in a Nomad clan, as most of them are happy living off the land. “Getting nervous, are ya?” A voice said witch startled Ivy, she turned and was met with a grin. Ivy turned off her gas stove and picked up the boiling kettle, pouring it into a tea cup with a tea bag already in it. Tea was often drunk even on hot days, as it actually helps the body stay cool. Black or green of course, as milk was a luxury the nomads didnt often have. “How’d you know, is it obvious?” Ivy replied. “You could say that” Oscar pointed to the now nearly dried up puddle several meters away behind the tree. Ivy blushed, and nearly missed her tea cup, spilling a little hot water on her bare feet. “Ow!” Ivy finished pouring into her cup and placed her kettle down. “I didnt think anyone saw me.” Ivy said. “Oh don’t worry I don’t think anyone did, I didnt, I just couldnt help but notice the aftermath on the way over here, I was just doing the same thing before I thought I’d come see how you are doing.” Oscar explained, still smiling. “So what, are you nervous too, Oscar? Everyone needs to pee, mate, nervous or not!” “Thats true! I just thought the whole scene was rather funny, especially since im feeling nervous for you too! But to be honest, I can’t think of anyone else in our clan who could pull this off more than you!” (to be continued) If you like where ii am going with this, and like my writing style, please leave me some encouragement! i would like to make this a healthy read you wont be able to finish in one night. Also, i have been interested in figuring out how to generate a little income through creating omo - related content. I have a few videos on this site, but i am a Male and i do believe its difficult without a partner to make a video most people would be willing to spend a couple bucks on. i don't really want to ty and take advantage of the dangerous & wealthy kind of people on the internet either. So it brings me to my next and probably more likely option, creative writing, erotica or fetish etc. Does anyone know of any website, i guess a little bit like patreon, (or if thats the site i should use?) that allows very obviously adult and NSFW content? if anyone here is especially fond of where i want to go with this story, i can leave a crypto address of your choosing, as most people would agree, any money based encouragement is often welcomed and applied with vigor! I will continue writing this regardless. I do dream of writing book one day and publishing it through a proper company, but i'd rather try and self publish any erotica type of stuff.
  9. Huffing two warming boxes filled to the brim with pizza, Alma panting hard, throws them into the back of her car and collapses at the driver’s seat. Ok Alma, last delivery. You’re tired, but you can do this!. Reaching into the back seat, she grabs a Beast energy drink, downing the can in one go and crushes it. Throwing it into a small trash bin, it’s been piling up with cans from earlier today. And I better be quick with it, gotta piss. She puts the pedal to the metal as the transmission goes into overdrive. Going a comfortable 20mph over the speed limit through the boulevard, no car nor sign would stop her from getting this order delivered. Following her GPS directions, the estimated minutes tick down quicker than time allows as the cheetah reaches her destination. She could only await for the warm embrace of her bed back at home and have her weekend off. Tires scorching sparks on the asphalt, she drifts into the parking lot of an apartment complex. As she steps out of the car, the chilly winds of the night strike through her exposed legs and stomach, Damn, when did it get so cold. Better find the place and get home soon. Double checking the receipt for the door address, she then grabs the large boxes brimming with cheesy goodness. Stumbling around with her edible weights, she curses under her breath, Geez, shouldn’t there be a big party going on with lights and music, where are they? Crickets chirp annoyingly, almost like laughter as Alma hastily scans the doors. The address in front of her aligns with the paper. She sets her burdensome bags down with a sigh of relief, takes a few deep breaths, and knocks on the door. It creaks open, stopped by the chain lock. “Show me the goods.” A small head peeks out from the shadowy room. Alma bends her waist down, keeping her legs together, giving the man an eyeful of her curves. It’s pizza, not coke. She opens the transport boxes and takes out the pies. “Mmmmm, that’s the stuff,” sniffing in glee at the scents of the food and especially the woman in front of him. “And looks like everything and more.” The man unlocks and opens the door fully, a giga sized wolf clad with nothing at all. “As such a supportive customer, shouldn’t I get a little something special?” Donning her Pizza Slut attire, it was obvious what he wanted along with his food. Alma stares at the man blankly, her mind stuck dwelling in her own needs. Uhhhhhhh, shit. What the hell am I supposed to do exactly, wanna make this quick. Her legs take a step back, doing a slight bounce as her bladder cracks under panic. His hand softly grazes her cheek, “Relax dear, I’ll lead the way.” “W-what do you want to-to do?” His eyes mellow and a sly smile creeps, “I take it you’re new. Come inside with me and we’ll start with a handy.” She takes another deep breath, Something simple and quick. I can get out of here soon enough. His room was small, being only a bedroom and bath. Shutting the door behind them, the stranger sat on his bed, spreading his legs to reveal his erect cock. Without hesitation, the succubus runs over to his dick, gets on her knees and proceeds to play with his head. He wasn’t able to get a word out as Alma presents her excitement. Slobbering his dick in drool sucking him off, the man pushes her away, “Damn bitch. It’s not a race!” Her attempt at quickest satisfaction in the west fails. “Are you stupid, that shit felt like sandpaper! Get out of my house!” Failed spectacularly. Promptly pushed outside, she frowns at the displeased customer. Exasperated, he cools off with a sigh, “Well, there’s always a good time with pizza.” Damn, I didn’t want to stick around, but I wanted to give him a good time at least. The excitement from earlier fades away, leaving the feline with a cold sweat all over her body and a wet patch on her thong. Feeling unpleasant in her car, she takes off her black shorts, slipping the panties off to go commando. A disgruntled sound escapes her mouth, touching the damp fabric. Into the trash it goes. Ceasing her wardrobe change, Alma wraps her hoodie around her waist. Going on her phone, she sets the coordinates back to her workplace to return the warming boxes and clock out. Ah shit, no tip. I really blew it. In defeat, she rides back to her local Pizza Slut at the proper speed limit. Her earlier urge to go calmed as her anxiety died down. At a red light, she browses on her phone, looking at Glitter, her bestie and roommate’s texts. They were doing its magic, cheering her up, before a horn blares, a car accelerating past her. Looking forward again, she made it her goal to head home afterwards and let the bad times go away. Soon enough, Alma reaches her work place shouting a resounding, “Heyyyy!” Smiles perk up at her arrival. “We’ll see you after the weekend?” “Yeppers!” She tosses the bags in a back room and punches out. While I’m hereeeee, might as well make a pitstop. A cleaning in progress sign by the bathrooms No way! Of course they were cleaning up the restaurant for the next day, But why now of all times. Not wanting to ruin their tidy work, Alma makes her way back to the car with a huff. Before setting off, she makes a text to Glitter, “ Heading back home REAL QUICK Keep the door unlocked.” Shifting around in her seat, fur rubbing against the fabric of her shorts bugs her. I should have asked to use his toilet before we began. Her bladder’s catching up in the same breakneck pace Alma goes. Putting more pressure on the pedal, she urges her car to give it everything it has before her own urge is unbearable. Lost in her squirming, she runs a red light, blaring horns from others. Alma couldn’t afford to slow down as a spurt leaks through. Or I should have been faster getting back to the store. Ruminating over how she could have prevented this, she digs her hand into her shorts. Gotta get home gotta pee gotta pee gotta PEE! A muffled scream barges out of her closed mouth as she presses down on herself. It wouldn’t be long until she got home, but her abdomen was practically rupturing already. Closing in on her destination, cars pile up on her route. Looking ahead, she notices orange signs and cones, “AH C’MON! You’re doing construction now!” Following the trail of slow moving vehicles, a thought plagues her mind of pulling over to squat. I mean it’s dark out, but someone could see me. I can still hold it! Alma fidgets in her seat, feeling the dampness and warmth of her hand. Barely, she thought in a pleading tone. Passing the end of the detour, Alma zooms ahead of the pack much to the annoyance of everyone there. Nearly there! Just a couple blocks. Hold it in! Scurrying out of the car, she slams and locks the door, bolting inside of the apartment. She’s competing with herself in a race if her bladder can let loose before Alma gets in her room. Dribbling piddles of piss, the cheetah broke soundwaves climbing up the stairs to the hallway. The door already unlocked, Alma dashes into her home, makes a left into the bathroom. In front of her eyes await her porcelain throne and her roommate. Glitter blushes with a meek smile,” Welcome … home.” The throbbing pain in her bladder is like a parasite, taking control of Alma’s actions. Without hesitation, the cheetah practically rips her shorts off, beelining it to the seat. “Spread your legs!” As Alma launches her ass at Glitter, yipping, she does as commanded, making room for both of them. Her pelvis catches the high speed impact of Alma’s thighs, pushing her back in recoil. Their torrents clash into the watery bowl. Alma exhales a long sigh of relief, she won her race. Something that didn’t go entirely to shit tonight. Glitter can feel the warmth on her lap, the fur damp in sweat and radiating piss at full blast. Brushing Alma’s extended, spiky shaped tail away from her face, “Bleh. Long evening, huh,” Glitter unable to sit in complete silence as a newfound toilet seat. “Yeah, you could say that. Didn’t make any good tips today,” her tone sours. “Awwwwww, it’s going to be ok Alma. I’m sure you did your best.” Her frown sweetens up, “Yeah, least I’m the fastest cat out there in a car.” “You’re the fastest thing out there even with these thunder thighs of yours,” the dog pinches Alma’s spots on the sides of her thighs. “Damn, you must have been bored here. I get home and you’re already playing with my body.” “Well, I’m just about done here and now I have to wait for your gushing to stop.” Her need is vastly inferior to her roommate, Glitter’s casual tinkle ending as Alma has yet to show signs of ending. Alma’s face gets red, taking in the absurd situation happening. “While you’re up there, can you get some TP for me?” The pup playfully reaches her arms out, “Can’t reach.” Extending forward, Alma grabs the fresh roll of toilet paper on the wall opposite of her. Doing so, she carelessly lifts up. “Hey hey! You’re getting it on me!” Glitter pulls Alma’s rear end back down. “Ah, I’m sorry,” her sincere voice felt hollow as her lower end continued to spray the interior of the toilet in golden liquid. “Damn girl, how much did you drink,” teasing her camel bladdered friend. Abashed, “Ya know, water, morning coffee, some Beast cans. It’s more that I haven’t gone in the middle of work.” “What do you mean some, those had to be the giga sized cups from 8Twelve.” “Can it,” a tinge annoyed about the discussion of her bladder contents, “I can feel it end.” As she says, Alma’s long waterfall eventually dies down into spurts. “Seriously, my legs are gonna fall asleep at this rate.” “Shut up,” Alma continues to be provoked by Glitter’s taunts. Thankfully, the last jets of pee came through. Standing up, she hands a wrapped up handful of paper to Glitter. “You’re free to go.” The brown dog feels her pelvis area with paper, “Ick, it’s so wet. I’m going to hop in the shower before bed.” Yarning, “I’ll meet you there, good night.” Alma lethargically moves out of Glitter’s way until she pins the feline’s shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Bed.” Her eyes are losing the strength to stay open. “You pissed on me, compensate.” She gives Alma puppy dog eyes. “Ughhh, fiiiiiiine.” The two step into the shower to clean up after a long night.
  10. Here’s another story. All characters are adults in college, though I don’t mention their ages. I just want to make that clear, since some of the behaviors of characters are immature. ———————————————————— Hiking with My Crush Gosh, Casey is so.. pretty.. Her small, cute olive nose and cheek bones lightly scattered with faint-brown freckles. My hearts beckons out of my chest just thinking about giving it a peck. And her hair: gosh, when her white smile stretches from ear to ear during her easily-induced chuckles, her light-brown tendrils unlatching from behind her ears to the front of her face, framing it as her hair falls to her jaws. Oooo, I don’t even know which part of her is better?! How cou— “Tony?! Tony?!” “H-huh, w-w-whu—“ “I said: ‘Are you ready to go, Tony?—already lost, why am I not surprised..” “Oh yeah, of course! I’m ready: ready Freddy, right Casey?” “Gosh, you’re so lame..” “Okay — here’s the thing — while we’re hiking, you stay all the way over there, yes, over there by Kenny, and I’ll be over here, next to Roger; capeesh?” “Wel—I.. I was thin—“ “Alright guys! Everything’s packed—Elliot don’t forget the map like last time, got freakin’ damn-near lost because of you—“ “Right, says the man who said he knew the trail by heart; don’t worry, Roger, I’ll make sure to totally forget the map just to rub it in your face.” “—the only thing that’s going to be rubbed is your face in the dirt when I shove it into the ground like last time; just get the damn map!” Gosh those two never let up, always bantering and butting their egos together. That shit gets so annoying at times — like when Elliot forgot the map: they kept going back and forth the whole hike, trying to get in the last clever diss; until when we reached the pond and Roger impatiently shoved Elliot into it.. totally wasted the time needed to cover the entire trail and had to go back to the start before it got extremely dark. At least I got to stand next to Casey whilst we watched them wrestle in the pond. Man, she was wearing these light-grey girdle leggings, which made it almost impossible not to look at her perfectly slim thighs: tanned-olive and slim, and her upper inseams almost touching; I tell myself constantly not to stare, but sometimes the trail inclines and I’m right behind her, so my eyes have hardly anywhere else to look upon. Just being next to her— “TONY?! Come on, what is wrong with you!?” “Ahh!—SSSS—why the hell are you punching me for?! “I keep calling and calling, and you just stand there.. lost.. What are ya, deaf?!” Ugh, as pretty as she is, she gets real harsh real quick at times.. “Hey, Kenny, what’s going on?” Yep, the same raised eyebrows as a response. Frankly, I don’t get why Kenny even comes along if he’s gonna act like a wallflower. Gosh, is that why Casey keeps me next to him. No.. I’m no wallflower! We’re thirty minutes into the trail, having cut through forest with relatively little slopes, but after a narrow right turn, we arrived at a steep forty-five-degree incline. The sign nearby says to use the handrails and not the trees roots that branch into the path floor as leverage, but since we ignored that last time, we’ll ignored it this time. The path substantially narrows here, so we have to go up in a single file: first Roger, then Elliot, Casey, I, and Kenny. Forget going one at a time, we just go up slowly together; and once again my eyes have nowhere to go except lay onto Casey’s bare back thighs. I mean, I have to be looking down to watch where I step, but her butt is like right in my face. As much as my brain tells me to stop looking, my heart reassures a short glance should be alright. She decided on dark-blue jean short-shorts this time, hemmed just slightly below the extent of her butt and showing more tanned-olive skin than when she was wearing those leggings. Gosh, her legs are just so.. mm, her thighs as wide as the width of a kickball, without a blemish — apart from a bruise just above her back right knee — her upper thighs slim down to her knees, leaving a gap between them and the upper part, and her calves as mini-footballs and shins slimming down as the thickest end of a baseball bat. Even her feet are cute, though hidden under her short white ankle socks and black athletic shoes: her shoe size is small, probably a five. As she climbs up, it’s impossible not to appreciate her jiggling thighs. Finally we climb to the top, as Casey steps off, her foot catches a branch— “Hey Case—watch out, the branch!!” But I’m too late. Her right foot slides underneath it and she trips forward falling on both of her knees. Her thighs jiggle when they slap shut as she throws her knees together, crashing down on them like so. “Ahh! O-ow!” “He—hey! Are you okay?! Come on, let me help you.” “Thanks Elliot.. damn, that totally caught me off..” ..I froze in my trek, my eyes starring up at her as she had fallen, then helped up and brushed the brown dust off her scrapped knees. She turns around mid-speech to catch me starting at her, and our eyes meet cutting her off.. “..guard..” Since I was at an incline, my head was below her butt. When she fell, my eyes caught something twinkle from between her upper thighs and cascade a few drops down her upper right inseam, glide down out from within and across her lower back thigh, and suspend just at the bruise above her back knee. We stare at each other for five seconds, my mouth opens slightly, which makes her eyes widen, signaling to her that I witnessed what she thought was unseen knowledge that only she possessed: she tinkled into her shorts as she fell. Luckily for her, no drops fell onto the brown dirt, merely remaining clinging to her olive skin. She quickly breaks her stare, turning around and continues to walk, as if ignoring the fact that I just saw her do what she did. “Uhh, Tony..?” Wow, she just peed herself.. that’s hilar— “..Tony..?” “Hu—oh, sorry Kenny: forgot you were behind me..” I climb up the final rest of the incline, my eyes fixed on her backside. ‘You know, she’s given you such a hard time, why don’t you return the favor.’ I shake my head, my revengeful mind yearning to get her back, but my heart has her in a soft spot, overruling my brain. She doesn’t even bother wiping the drops off the back of her right thigh. Make sense as I’m right behind her: she doesn’t want to confirm what I know I saw. After covering much ground, we finally arrive at our pit-stop of the day. There’s an amazing flat area of ground beside a beautiful pond, surrounded by trees, bushes of colorful flowers, and tall grasses. We set up our tents, only for Roger and Elliot to began bickering once again.. “What the hell do ya mean you only brought two?” “What do ya mean ‘what do ya mean’, ya dumbass: two means two tents; you know what two means don’tchya?” “My God, Elliot, I swear you’ve got some kind of brain problems: there’s five of us and two tents. We need three: two for two guys each and one for Casey!” “I swear, Elliot, you ain’t comin’ with us next time..” “Well, I wouldn’t have forgotten if you’d keep pesterin’ me about the map.. “HO— y-you’re blaming me now, aren’t ya..?” Oh God, here we go again. “Hey!” “Hey!” “Roger!— HE—woah, woah, woah, come on! Will. You. Both. Just—Hey, get off of him—STOP!” “Look, I get it, Elliot’s an idiot—“ “—Hey! I’m no—“ “—Let’s just figure out a solution, and it’ll all be fine. Getting on top of Elliot isn’t going magically give us a third tent, Roger!” “So, then, what’re we gonna do then, Tony.. I ain’t sleepin’ outside!” “Ugh, no.. how ‘bout three in one tent, two in the other?” “Hm.. okay. Me, you, and Elliot; Casey and K—“ “No, no! Not with Kenny, give me Roger; so Elliot, Kenny, and Tony.” “No, I ain’t goin’ with you, I need Elliot in my tent.. I need to pummel into that brain of yours—“ “—right, Roger needs some cuddle time with Elliot—“ “—why you.. Tony, come’er—“ “Haha, get away from me, save it for Elliot.. haha..” “Gosh, you guys are so lame..” “Okay, Roger, Kenny, and I—you ain’t got shit on me, Roger, I’d like to see you try..” “So me.. and Casey?” I look at her and a grin ever so slightly creeps out the corner of my mouth, signaling to her a reminder of what I saw earlier. Her eyes beckon back at me with worry. “Guys, come on, you really can’t stick me with Tony—“ I open my mouth just about to retort— “Okay, then take Kenny—“ “No, Elliot, we’ve been there before..” “Then take Tony, what else is there..?” “Roger!?” “Nah.. I ain’t goin’ with Casey. I have a NEED to be with Elliot—Oh, hoo, hoo, can’t wait to pummel the shi— “—Argh, Gosh, these freakin’!..” “Hey, what’s with the mumble and grumble, at least I ain’t Kenny..?” She glares at me and continues mumbling under her breath as the tents get set up. After the tents had been set up, Roger and Elliot take off nearby into the woods for some firewood and logs to sit on. Roger figured he could knock some sense into Elliot while they gather supplies for a campfire. I refused to go with, not wanting to rip my ears off listening to their bickering. Wallflower Kenny was quiet the whole time, remained in the tent he’s sharing with Roger and Kenny. I, on the other hand, went to take a leak in some bushes nearby next to the pond. When I returned to my tent, Casey was already under the covers. “Ugh..” “Nice, so the blanket is only for you, I guess..” “Ugh, why do I have to be stuck here with you..?” Gosh, as pretty as she is, tonight is going to be more of a nuisance than anything else. “Wha—no, lay over there—“ “What? All the way at the fuckin’ edge of the tent, smushed against its wall..?” Gosh, I never curse, but damn she’s really gotten on my nerves. “Come on, Casey, give it a rest. I get it, you don’t like me, but at least let me get a proper night’s rest.” “Ugh.. whatever..” “And give me some of the blanket, it’s freakin’ cold..” I try to tug the blanket but she only tugs harder back to her side. “Ha. How ‘bout no. You’re a guy, you can stand the cold.” “Are you serious?” “Did I stutter?” “Ugh.. whatever..” I slowly start to drift off to sleep as I hear Roger’s voice approach in the distance. It sounds like they didn’t any firewood; it sounds like they did nothing but argue. They both entered their tents arguing. Gosh, I kind of feel bad for Kenny.. I slowly begin drifting back to sleep, but am awaken by Casey’s constant shifting beside me. Whenever she shifts, the tent crinkles and the floor moves, keeping me awake. “Excuse me, are you going to sleep or is this another form of torture?” “Shut up, Tony..” “Right, says the girl making noise..” She keeps shifting every two minutes or so. And I could have sworn I could hear whimpering. I get up and turn to her and freeze, staring at her back silently, when she whimpers again: “Hey, are you okay?” No response. “Casey..?” I hear another soft whimper. “Hey.. hey.. what’s going on..?” “P-please leave me alone..” “Hey, look, I would.. but it sounds like you’re crying..?” “No.. I’m not.. leave me alone.. go back to sleep..” “Are you sure..?” “Ugh, Tony..?” “Wow.. okay.. whatever floats your boat, then..” As I try going back to sleep, she continues to shift, only less frequently; but every time she does, I can hear her whimper. What the hell is going on? How can I even sleep like this? While lying on my back, she turns her face to me. I don’t notice at first — trying to sleep and all — but I open my eyes when I hear another whimper enter my right ear. I turn my face to her face and our eyes meet. Her eyebrows are wrinkled and face wincing as if worried whilst biting down on her bottom lips. I mouth to her: “Are you okay?” And she gently shakes her head. I look at how she’s laying: on her left side and in a fetal position. Her arms thrusting the blanket between her thighs, and her eyes squeezing shut as she ever so subtly shivers beneath. It all clicked in my brain. I look back at her worried eyes and mouth to her: “Do you have to use the bathroom?” She gently shakes her head. But I can tell she’s lying. “You don’t have to use the bathroom?” She, once again, shakes no. I raise my eyebrows and mouth: “Okay then..”, then turn my head and stare at the tent ceiling. Her blanket noisily shifts again, so does the tent floor beneath her as her thighs glide against her sleep bag. I turn my head again towards her to find her wincing face and squinting eyes, her arms thrusted almost all the way, just passed her elbows, shoving the blanket in her hands between her blanket-covered thighs. I whisper: “Oh, come on, you have to pee.. don’t you?” She shakes her head again. “Stop lying, I can see your arms pressing the blanket in between..” “Ugh..”, she lets out and whimpers again, this time right in my face, not trying to hide it. “So why don’t you go?” Her stifled breathe whispers back whilst shaking her head: “I don’t want to go alone.” “I’ll go with you.” She briefly closes her eyes and shakes her head: “No.” “Why?” “No. I don’t want to go with you.” “Heh.. so.. you’re just going to shift in bed, and then what, wait it out..?” She squeezes her eyes hard and lets go of her bottom lips, instead clenching her teeth together and whimpers a little louder through them. “Gosh, Casey, you’re going to torture me with your desperation.. get up.. I’ll go with you..” “I said no, Tony!”, she loudly says, almost breaking her whisper. “Fine. But you better not wet yourself.. like you did so before..” Her eyes widen, teeth unclench and lips part, glaring at me silently. “Wha-hh.. I so did not—“ “Yes, you so did, I saw the drops tinkle twinkle right out of you!..” She purses her lips inwards and glances her eyes away towards the ceiling of the tent. “You peed yourself in front of me, I saw it. And I could’ve said something, considering how nasty you are to me..” Her eyes swiftly lock back onto mine, wide-eyed. “I so do not—“ “—Really, you’re going to question me on that—Hah—I mean, every time: ‘Tony you dumbass’ here and ‘Tony you deaf’ there, and the unwarranted punching. You won’t even give me a break, now, and I just want to sleep.” “Are you finished..?” “A-Ahhhh.. right.. whatever.. forget it.. pee yourself then, good night.” I turn my back to her and shut my eyes. She continues shifting, whimpering, while I tried my best to ignore her. But her whimpering only began to get louder and more drawn out. Her shifting would sound in intervals as her thighs glide against the sleeping bag material below her, then go still, and then a whimper would escape her mouth. And soon the pity started to overwhelm me. Finally, I had the last straw, after she let out a loud whimper, and got up going for the zippered-shut tent door— “What are you doing—where are you going..?” “I’m going to pee — you’re wanting to pee makes me want to pee — come..”, I extend my left arm towards her whilst my body is halfway through the tent. Her eyes beckon her yearning to tag along but she responds resoundingly: “No, Tony.” “No..? Okay, no it is; I, on the other hand, am going for a leak. See ya, and good luck; just don’t pee the sheets when I get back. Bye..” I step out of the tent and make my way to where I last relieved myself. As I make twenty or so paces to my destination, I hear a soft voice cry in the distance: “Wait!..” Alas, my plan has worked: I’ve dragged her out of the tent. “Change of heart?” “Shut up and keep wal—..” “Did you say.. ‘shut up’..?” She cuts herself off, realizing she’s doing it again. We walk another thirty paces until we arrive at the bush. “There.. that’s where I went before; so go, I’ll be waiting, laying here by the pond shore.” She looks at me, hesitant. “Oh, come on, I’m not that far away — literally a few feet away. Unless you want me to watch you..?” “Ugh, ew wha—what..? You creep!” “Hahahahehehe, that’s what I thought. Go, so then I could go after.” She goes off to the bush, partially disappearing behind it whilst I lay by the shore. Woohhhh, the moon’s glare rippling off the soft tide of the pond’s waters is so mesmerizing. Surrounded by trees and greenery: it’s like a hidden garden of paradise. She comes back out of the bush, standing over me as I sit watching the water of the pond soothingly ripple, appreciating its soft burbling sounds. “What? Why are you standing next to me like that? I just want to watch the water.” She looks at the water and shivers a little, then decides to sit next to my right and watch, too. We sit there silently for a moment and she shivers again. “Hey.. I-I’m sorry.. about before..” “Hmm..?” “Sometimes.. I just.. don’t know how to act in front of people..” “What do you mean, we all know each other — well.. except for Kenny, but even Kenny, he’s just so quiet, ya know — anyways, there’s no use in acting unlike yourself.” “No, I-I mean—“ “—you mean in front of Roger, right? Come on, I clearly see that. You even wanted him in your tent, haha!” “No, I—“ “Come on, it’s alright. It’s alright to crush on people. But, sheesh, if you’re gonna get his attention, can you punch me less?” “Wow.. you really are clueless, aren’t you..?” “Huh..?” “I don’t have a crush on Roger!” “Oh, then Elliot?” “Ugh.. no—Elliot, really.. what would even make ya thin—?” “—Okay. Not Elliot, not Roger — it’s definitely not me — ... HHHO! Eewww.. Kenny..? No wonder you were so adamant about not having him in your tent!..” “Ugh, whatever.. forget it..” “Too shy to have him around, I see.. hahaha!” “Hahaha, you like Kenny, that wallflower!” “That’s hilarious!” As I continue laughing, thinking about Kenny being with Casey and shaking my head in disbelief, she nudges herself closer until she lays her left hand over my right, which immediately thrusts me out of my drunken stupor. Upon feeling her hand over mine, I turn my face to her, and am met with hazel eyes staring deeply into mine. In that moment, the contents of my brain are thrown into a jumbled mess, frantically attempting to recuperate after a laughing episode: ‘Why is she leaning so close into—?’ ‘—Why is she staring at me so—?’ ‘—Is there something behind—?’ ‘Hey..? Why is her hand on me..?’ She gets closer and closer whilst I remain frozen in place and resting backwards against my arms until her eyes are inches from my own. And it was in that tense moment when my brain pieces together what she was doing, forcibly shutting my eyes and leaning my head forwards. My lips receive a soothing warmth of pressure, which make my own take a mind of its own and begin to move to the rhythm of her lips on my face. My brain beckons internally: “she wants you, ya dimwit..” She releases me and whimpers, my eyes immediately fling open at the sound, falling upon her hands smushed in between her upper thighs. “Wha—.. he— ww-wha—“ My mind a jumbled mess of words and emotions. She squints her eyes and bites her bottom lips, whimpering again whilst her hands clench herself between her thighs. “What’s wrong?” “Oh.. nothing, nothing.. it’s just.. kissing you.. has..” “Hm..? Oh, oh, I see.. that’sss.. okay, right..?” “Hehe, yes.. I want to keep—“ Cutting her speech off into my lips as she leans into me once more, swiftly mounting herself onto to me thereafter. She does as she pleases with me, debilitated by a swirl of emotions riding against my mind, as a tingling warmth explodes in my chest and tantalizingly grows slowly beneath me; it grows beneath her clothed pelvis, which she’s compressed against me. My chest bursts with flames within and only flares as I press my growing self into her pelvis, my heart gradually racing with excitement. Her lips suck the excitement out my very lips and then moans it back into mine, pressing her pelvis harder into me in response to the building pressure she feels pressing into her.l Her lips release, her voice beckoning an amalgamation of moans and whimpering and simultaneously thrusts her hands between our pelvises, taking hold of herself whilst her hands brush against the bulge beneath her. She grooves her supple waist into me, whilst her hands are smothered between both our pelvises, continuing to whimper and moan. She lets go of herself, grabs my right hand and guides its palm across the damp front of her jeans shorts: I feel a wetness across my palm and fingers. “Press-ss-ss..”, her S’s linger every time she strokes her pelvis into mine. I grab that wet part of her shorts and press my hand forwards into her, which she positively responds with a groan, her breathe quickly picking up, suddenly. She bites harder down onto her lips, whimpering beneath them, her eyebrows wrinkled and eyes squinting, until her whimpers become outright moans which breach her bitten lips; she hunches forwards, resting against her right hand beside my left underarm, our torsos hovering a few inches apart. As the pressure in her pelvis ramps up, her jaw flings wide open and her throat ready to let loose, she thrusts her face into my chest and moans into it whilst tightly grasping my shirt with her left hand. As the vibrations of her moans permeate into my ribs, and her torso pressed into mine violently shivers, I feel a sudden explosion of warmth erupt into the palm of my right hand cupped tightly against her. Another hot warmth erupts again whilst her moan reignites harder into my chest, her body shivering again into mine as I feel some kind of hot stream trickling out from between my fingers and down my wrist.. ‘..Did she.. no..?’, my mind for a second reflects before denying and thinking of what I hoped she released into my hand. My chest excited that I’m making her response like so, I press harder into her pelvis and move my hand up and down, to which she affirmatively beckons from her throat into my shirt, and shivers violently into me, another hot explosive liquid erupting out from her jean-shorts and into my hand, vibrating strongly beneath the fabric. I keep rubbing and she only continues releasing her warmth into me.. However, I quickly begin questioning why there’s so much.. I figured maybe I just made her.. her.. finish.. but there so much.. finishing..? She keeps going, yet I stop moving my hand; she still continues, moaning and whimpering into my chest whilst my still hand is fully enveloped with surrounding hotness. It seeps into my khaki shorts below her, wetting my hard self with intense trickling warmth. I move the back of my hand against her trickling left inner thigh and slide my soaked fingertips up the hem of her shorts, which are met with a constant stream of hotness flowing through her panties— Oh my.. is she freakin’ peeing on me—? “Hey, what’r-yy—are you peeing on me??” I try separating myself from her with my left hand, pushing it into her waist, whilst she cuts her streaming onto my right, but continues clinging herself to my chest, her arms tied around my lower waist.. She whimpers into my chest, sobbing, and refusing to remove her face digging into me: “I-I.. I’m s-sorry-y-y..” “You t-turned me on-n, b-but I couldn’t.. couldn’t hol—ld back-k-k..” “D-Didn’t you go behind the bush..?” “I c-couldn’t go.. I-I.. I was-s-s too n-nervous—p-please don’t tell.. any-anybody..” Although I was annoyed that she literally went on my hand and shorts — I was ready to throw her off me — another thought lingered in my mind, a dirty thought: ‘wasn’t that kind of hot?’ ‘I mean, she peed on you, which is gross, but something about having your hand against her when she was cool just suddenly erupt with intense heat was.. I don’t know.. and though she peed on you and you’re grossed out, your lower self refuses to retreat.. in fact, just replaying it in your mind is re-igniting..’ “Hey, hey.. it’s okay..”, sliding my left hand from her right lower waist and against her lower back, caressing it. She unhooks her sobbing face out from my chest: “W-what..?” “It’s totally fine, it was an accident—actually it’s kind of my fault: I made you do this.” “Huh..?”, her incredibly wrinkled eyebrows beckon. I move the fingers still lodged in her shorts, pressing them into her panties, causing her body to jerk, unexpectedly. “W-wha— you—“ “It’s okay, let’s just keep going..” “Y-you want to keep g-going.. but I-I.. I still have to pee..?” “Then pee, you’ve already started..?” Her red, teary hazel eyes freeze their stare into mine, and lips part in shock.. “Keep.. going..?” “Ho—how c-can I keep going now.. with you.. staring at me like that..?” I smile, nodding my head. I wrap my left arm around her waist and squeeze her lower abdomen tightly into mine: “Like this..”, placing pressure on her belly whilst my right-hand fingers resume on her surface over her freshly warm-soaked panties. Her eyes water from tingling pressure and moans her voice into my face. She rests her right ear against my palpable chest, listening to the state of my heart as the hotness in her lower abdomen imminently resumes its exit. She violently shivers into my torso as my fingers are reintroduced to her hot flow, urinating out from beneath her panties as my fingers caress her pulsating self. I remove my fingers out from the hem and reacquaint with her leaking panties as my slippery hand slips underneath the front of her shorts and glide over the utterly soaked and hot front of her panties beneath. Her throbbing self kisses the palm of my right hand as she sloshes in the pool of her hot pee beneath her shorts. The working hand wringing her pelvis with a plethora of sensations reflected onto her face, those throat’s moans soothe any ear. Consequently, my shorts explode with her warmth and engulf its throbbing guest, who couldn’t get any more harder though it yearns. I remove my hand and quickly motion to stand. I continue to do as I please with her — the embarrassment of her releasing onto to me removing any opposition to my demands — fondling her beneath her soaked-dark shorts, glistening in the moonlight and audibly squelching as my hand displaces the flow of her hot liquid against the skin of her pelvis. Her inseams gleam as her yellow trickles gracefully out from between her upper thighs. My left hand grabbing the back of her shorts, feeling her flow having travelled up the back of them, finally resting it in her left back pocket. She continues into her shorts whilst my hand toys with her, still squelching as I play with her panties. The back of her thigh shine and glow as the moonlight reflects the spiraling and wavy trickling narrowly flowing down her legs, splattering on the mud below her feet. As my lips mingle with hers, the hand kissing the second pair in her shorts, causing her knees to betray her, she giggling into my face at her silliness. She continues moaning until she unloads that last few drops out from between her thighs. Keeping her face attached to mine, she relinquishes her lips and whispers: “You can’t.. hhmmm—“ “—I know, I know: I can’t tell anyone..” “..yeah..” “..who would there be to tell..?” “We can’t go back like this.. jump.” “Hhmmm.. W-what?” “Jump into the pond, I’ll follow you.”l We both jumped into the pond, washing ourselves though it being quite cold. We didn’t have any towels, so we quickly snuck back to our tent and dried ourselves with one of each of our dried shirts that we had packed, yet it was not enough to fully do the job. So we snuggled together beneath that one blanket, drying off whatever was left of wetness, and continuing what we left unfinished by the pond. And the rest was history..
  11. First time drawing omo! Not my best work but I thought I’d share because the cookie run fandom is dry af. First time drawing in a few months and first time digitally too. Who should I do next? Anyone wanna talk about cookie run omo headcanons?
  12. Tyler was sitting in his high-school classroom waiting for the class to finish. His friends were talking to their girlfriends. No, he didn't have a girlfriend. No one knew it yet, but he was gay. Tyler was suddenly hit with a realization: He had to pee. He looked around and then and the clock. 30 minutes left. He could probably last that long... After 10 minutes he realized how badly he needed to go. Taking a deep breath, he put a hand to his crotch and sighed. He managed to make it through class, but as soon as he got up he leaked and dampened his underwear. Gulping, he walked out of the classroom along with everyone else, and headed to the bathroom. When he got there he wanted to cry. There was a long line piled up in front of the restroom. Tyler groaned and stood in line. After 10 minutes it was finally his turn. He walked in but as soon as he did the bell went off. He didn't care. He could be late to class, it didn't matter. So he walked to the urinal, but suddenly he heard a click behind him. He turned and saw...His crush?! Alejandro smirked and walked up to Tyler. "Whatcha doing?" "Going to the bathroom... Why'd you lock the door?" "Because we need privacy." "What?" Alejandro leaned in closer, making Tyler shiver. "Look, Ty. We don't talk much. But I admire you. You've got a crush on me, too, don't you?" Tyler gulped. "Yes." "So..." Al moved his hand towards Tyler's pants. "Don't you still have to pee?" And then it all happened very quickly: Al grabbed Tyler by the waist, making him leak more, and sat him on the ground, and then sat next to him. Tyler crawled into his lap, and Al stroked his pants. Al whispered, "Come on..." And just like that, Tyler released the fluids in his body. He was immediately overcome with a feeling of relief, and moaned loudly. Al smirked. "That's it, keep going." The warmth felt so good against both of the boys members, and Tyler felt so incredible he leaned his head against the wall and groaned. After 2 minutes, it ended. The boys went to their lockers and changed without a word, and left the room, without a word. But while Tyler was day-dreaming in his next class, he felt something in his pocket. He pulled out a note with Alejandro's number on it. He gave me his number? He thought, smiling. So, I guess we're... Boyfriends? Boyfriends... He liked the sound of that.
  13. I feel like it's really hard for me to find the kinds of stories I like. Sometimes I'll find one that sounds really sexy but then I open it up and it's barely a paragraph! I really love the longer stories that are really detailed, that are about bathrooms maybe closed at work or school or something.Or when a girl becomes desperate out on some sort of adventure or something but can't seem to go for whatever the reason.. honestly the best stories I have ever read, (and to get an idea of the kinds of stories I'm talking about) are written by Desperatejill!! Her stories are EXACTLY the kinds of things I'm looking for! I often go through pages and pages of topics here but can't seem to find alot.A good chuck of the great ones on here I have read already.. sometimes read them again because they're the best! But I'm looking for stories like that if anyone knows exactly where I can find a bunch of good stories exactly like that!? And if you've never read desperatejills stories, then OMG get to her page RIGHT NOW and read them because they are incredible and suuuper sexy!! And exactly the kind of stuff I'm looking for!Can any one help with this?! Maybe even write a new one or tell me exactly what topics here and what pages the great ones might be on, if anyone knows!? I wish this place was FULL of the kinds of stories I absolutely LOVE and am looking for! To me those kinds are the sexiest stories and scenarios of all time lol! Being a HUGE omorashi fan and the fact the when a woman needs to pee is the sexiest thing in the universe, I still have a specific type I love! As I'm sure everyone does (or alot of us at least) I have been into omorashi since I was a kid wayy before I even knew what omorashi was or that I had a pee fetish! I used to think I was alone in that so for most of my life I hid that from everyone.. even after I learned what it was it took me many many years to finally be comfortable with admitting it! But now I love talking about it! Though I guess I've still never actually told anyone out loud lmao. I really wished I could have talked about it more and played some games with the first woman I ever told! The one who actually made me comfortable talking about it and all! Even though that ended up badly for different reasons she still made that possible so there's a silver lining! Anyway if anyone could help out with stories and videos especially if love that!
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    A woman having sex with a full bladder can hold it no longer. You can really hear it in her voice. Not normally my thing but I like this one.
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  15. Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".
  16. A/N: This story will include sex/masturbation from BOTH SEXES!! At the top of each section I will include a warning if there is sex, and if it includes men in detail, and there will be ** next to the paragraph(s) that include it so it can be skipped if wanted. ALSO this is completely fictional and a fantasy! Please don’t do this to real hotels, speaking as someone who works in one, our housekeepers don’t want to clean up after this! I chew my lip as a nervous habit, and right now, it’s swollen. I signed up online, months ago, for a “special getaway” to a hotel in Florida that is hosting a VIP Event. I never thought I’d get chosen to attend, and once I saw that I was I immediately put down the deposit. It was a bit expensive, but that’s to be expected for an event of this nature. Heavy discretion, clean up, and set up. I close my suitcase full of sundresses, bathing suits, panties, and casual clothes and head to the airport. the plane ride was mostly uneventful, though by the end I was feeling a need to pee. Not urgent at all, as it was only a three hour plane ride, but a nice, comfortable urge. I pulled my skirt down a bit as I stood and adjusted my white blouse, exiting the plane. As I waited for my luggage, I squeezed my legs together as my Arousal rose higher. I was finally going to get to indulge in my “interests” with other people, and maybe find someone I can share it with forever. How many people would attend? How much of the hotel can we use? My brain spun as I thought of all Possibilities, and between my legs got more and more wet by the second. the hotel was a forty five minute drive from the airport, and as I waited for my Uber my need got slightly more dire. I bounced my leg as I waited on the bench, enjoying the warm Florida air. I sipped on my Dr. pepper as I sat, hoping it would add to my urge. Soon enough, my Uber arrived and I entered, greeting the driver and turning my attention to my phone. Part of the instructions were to let the hosts know we were driving there, so I let them know I was about 45 minutes out. “What brings you to Florida?” My driver smiled at me in the mirror, a handsome man probably mid twenties. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and a beard that brought out his white smile. “I’m here for a special event with some.. friends.” Hopefully, we’d be friends by the end. If not more. He nodded and smiled again, as you do in a customer service position. “Well, I hope you have fun. I will also be staying at this hotel for a while. Just finishing up my shift first.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror again as my clit gained a heartbeat. It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a man on me, and to have the buildup of whatever wet activities we wanted beforehand… ”What made you want to come?” He asked and I bit my lip. You. “Oh, god, everything.” I gushed, and felt this face heat up at how excitable I sounded. “I wanted to find people like me. And do it. Freely.” his smirk killed me, and I added him to a mental list of people I needed to get to know more intimately before the trip was over. “Me too. I wanted to be able to just. Go fucking wild, yknow?” **oh, I knew. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to pee. Not in a toilet, but in his lap. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my thighs together again, both out of a rising desperation, and to her just any friction between my legs. I fantasized about my Uber driver, straddling him and having his hands all over me as we kissed. I’d grind myself into him, my pink tennis skirt falling just past my ass, pretty white panties with lace, feaux innocence. He’d suck on my neck and I’d moan, leaking into my panties barely enough to show a stain. Moving against each other, my legs unable to close, eventually I’d lose control and wet on his cock, my panties turning see through and his jeans darkening with my piss. I’d feel him harden underneath me even more as I wet us both, my skirt getting weighed down on the edges that my pee touched. When I finished, my warm pee having soaked us both, he’d slide my wet panties to the side and I’d ride him, his piss covered cock slamming into me. My wet skirt would slap against my ass as I bounced on him, releasing a little more as i always do minutes later onto us both. Eventually, he’d cum in me, creating another hot mess id love to have. I swallowed, hard, trying to compose myself to answer. “Yeah. I get it.” I wanted to talk to him more, but I also didn’t want to come off as too forward. I didn’t know how up front to be, or who would be okay with what, and as of right now, he’s still my uber driver. Hopefully later, he would be a hot fuck session, but for now I had to respect him and try to be professional. “so, are you open to sex with the people here?” well, if he’s going to start the conversations, it would be rude not to answer. “Yes, are you?” God, I wanted him to say yes. My bladder was full now, I’d have used the bathroom twenty minutes ago if these were normal circumstances. But, they most definitely were not. He nodded, eyeing me in the mirror. “I most definitely am. Hoping for it, actually.” I could have came right there, between the anxiety-arousal surrounding being so desperate so far from a toilet, the anticipation of the events at the hotel, and the idea of fucking someone, ANYONE who longed for this like I did. “How much farther?” I put a hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. I did my best not to actively touch myself in this strangers car, but the bumps in the road and how horny and desperate i was made it difficult to deny the temptations. “I really have to pee.” ”oh honey that’s not even fair.” He half laughed at me, leaning back casually to drive with one hand. “I still have a few more hours before I get to see you do that, don’t tease me.” ”I can show you plenty later, I promise.” I couldn’t help but rub myself a little under my skirt. It did help a bit with the desperation, as well, which only worsened with each passing second. “But really, how close are we?” he glanced down at his phone gps. “Five minutes. Think you can hold it?” I laughed, which made me have to press down harder on my crotch. “Yes, I can, trust me. I’ve been much worse off before.” ”you can tell me about those times later, in my room.” He paused. “Your name is Abigail, correct? That’s who it said the Uber was for.” ”yes, and I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.” ”it’s alright. It’s Ethan, I’m sure you’ll be screaming it later, so it’s good to know.” The Uber stopped before the hotel as he finished those promising words, and I almost didn’t have the strength to stand. “Promise?” ”id never lie to a pretty woman.” and with that, I edited the Uber, and looked up at my accommodations for the next few weeks. A gorgeous glass building with green gardens, and a lovely overhang. I saw pools to either side, and knew there was a beach behind it. I entered the doors to a beautiful lobby as well, with marble floors and a waterfall in the center. Signs stating “Omorashi Festival” with pamphlets below were plentiful, along with “21+ signs. I approached the front desk where quickly, the young woman in a black dress asked for my name. “Abigail Evans. For the festival.” she smiled tightly as she typed into the computer. “Welcome, Miss Evans. May I see a ID please?” I danced slightly as I bent down into my luggage for my wallet, my need now urgent. I found my drivers license quickly and handed it to her, trying to be discreet about my need. Then I realized, I don’t have to be here. I shoved a hand between my legs, waiting for my license back. the girl looked at me, handing my my license and a small packet, along with a bigger one. “The small packet has keys and drink vouchers. The big packet is a consent form work rules, please fill it out and return it to me before participating. Would you like to know where the restrooms are?” I grinned as I looked into her eyes, shaking my head. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing them.” END OF CHAPTER ONE! I hope you all like the premise of this! Please let me know if you have any feedback/requests!!
  17. My brother runs a company. He's a very business oriented person and is concerned about the development alone at any cost. He's powerful but less intelligent compared to me. He uses my intelligence a lot to develop his business. I'm very sharp and intelligent compared to him in everything except that I have a very small bladder . Also i drink a lot despite that as I'm a person with little attitude too. This small bladder issue of mine creates a lot of rift between me and him as i don't hold urine even for half an hour and will start leaking drops soon. But i don't bother much as i feel my comfort matters almost every time. One day he had an important business meeting with dew clients with whom he asked me to talk regarding business as I've a sound knowledge of finance than him. We were already bit late in traffic and i was thirsty and had tender coconut water on the way. His face got scary at my first sip itself as started looking at my bladder angrily. I always wear a loose short skirt till my half thigh alone without pantees mostly as it'll be easier for me to pee in the place where I stand or sit if incase I'm in a position where I can't/ I'm not allowed use a loo. Yeah I completely don't mind. In such a situation will just blow my skirt and pee right there and relieve myself. We reached the office where the clients were waiting. I spoke with them well and the meeting started. But within two hours of meeting my bladder too started its work . It was full and about to explode. I silently said my brother that I wanted to go to washroom. He starred at me and asked me to hold for two more hours as the meeting was not over. I said in action that I can't and he got more panic as he knows about me and had many accidents too. But he kept quiet and started looking at his clients to avoid confusion. Then after 15 minutes i leaked few drops which fell in my brother's shoes. He grasped the situation and put his hand under the table and squeezed into my skirts and blocked my bladder to avoid further leakage. But that could stop only for another 10 minutes. Then few big pee drops escaped his strong fingers and reached the ground where it wet a client's shoes. He understood that a pee lake is going to form as his hands became completely wet with my urine. Before he could think any other way the drops turned into a shower and i peed like a waterfall where everyone got up. I was still sitting relaxed and continued peeing for 3 whole minutes till my bladder was empty. Few white shoes turned yellow . Then i coolly pulled my skirts down.
  18. Sorry. This is just me fantasizing in a very self-indulgent way. Thought I'd post in case anyone else happens to like Korekiyo. (He's so pretty) I can't stop thinking about scenarios with Korekiyo (age 19 by the way). Like how he would act if he was really desperate. Would he tear up? Would he make cute noises? Whimpering and grunting? Would he fidget or would he freeze up? Shudder and tremble? And just imagine tying him up in his favorite rope while he desperate. I wonder if he'd enjoy something like that. I'd love to watch him squirm and tell him to beg for permission to piss himself. That would be so amazing. He probably looks so damn pretty when he's embarrassed or crying. I wonder if he'd let me massage his bladder while he lets it out. Or maybe massage his jawline and look him dead in the eyes while wets himself on top of me and it just soaks into our clothing. I would kill (not really) to hear his breathing getting heavy and uneven the more desperate he gets. I wonder if he'd be the type to moan under the intensity of relief after a long or heavy holding. I wanna draw him wetting so bad but he looks so damn hard to draw, especially in the positions that I'd want to draw him in. I can just imagine him on his knees with his hands between his legs and his head down to hide his shame. Or his arms crossed tightly over his chest while he stiffens up with the effort to hold back and his legs are just barely crossed. Maybe even him getting himself off while desperate... God, desperate Kiyo would be so fucking good. *internal screaming*
  19. Bakugou POV: I'd never worn a diaper before. The idea of it sounded crazy, and stupid. And kinky. I was not about to wear a diaper. I told myself that until I realized that my crush, Eijro Kirishima, had a kink for diapers. I was totally gonna wear diapers. I ordered my first pair the night he told me he was into that kinda thing. As soon as they came in, I put them on. I wore them for an hour before my first class. I had stuffed a few pairs in my backpack, too, just in case. By the time my first class started, I was about to burst. Kirishima noticed. "Bakugou, you okay?" He asked. My face darkened. "Yeah." I muttered. He raised an eyebrow. And then suddenly went pink. "Do you have to pee?" I gulped. "A little. I can hold it. And if I can't-" I cut myself off. Shit. He didn't know about the diapers. "And if you can't what?" He asked, blushing even more now. I gulped again. "Then I'll...Um..." I stuttered. He was practically grinning by now. "A-Are you wearing," He bit his lip. "A diaper?" I went completely red. "Um..." I muttered. He stared at my crotch. "Yeah." I admitted. Kirishima said nothing, but took my hand and dragged me out of the classroom. Once we were halfway across the hall, he said, "The teacher's not here yet. I'll just tell him you were sick." "What are you gonna do to me?" I asked. He just smiled toothily. He dragged me to my dorm, and I fumbled for the key. "H-here." I said. He snatched the key and opened the door, still, might I add, holding my hand. "Kirishima..?" I asked. He threw me on my bed. I laid there, stunned. He went looking through my drawers. Then my backpack. His face suddenly lit up, and he pulled out the diapers. "Now," He said, grinning. "You be good for Daddy. Do as I say." I nodded. "Come here, sit on my lap." He sat down beside me and I crawled into his lap. I sat there, staring at him. Suddenly he said, "Pee on me." I would have thought I was deaf. "What?" I asked. "You heard me. Do as I tell you. Now." I was practically dying of confusion but I muttered, "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, Daddy." He seemed satisfied. "Now, go." I hesitated, but all that chocolate milk I drank was really starting to take it's toll. Suddenly, piss erupted from my crotch. Kirishima grinned and sucked my neck. I peed more, heavier. The warmth felt so good, and the moans I made felt even better. Pretty soon yellow liquid was streaming out of the diaper, straight unto Kiri's lap. He sucked harder, biting my neck and rubbing my nipples. He laid down, and I sat on his chest, just peeing. It felt so, so good to let it all out. He stuck three fingers in my mouth and said, "Suck." I did. Once I was (finally) finished peeing, Kiri said up and I went back to his lap. "Good boy," He said, patting my head. "Now I need to change you." I got up and I sat on the bed, waiting. He went to my bathroom where he found, much to his liking, baby-ass powder and wet-wipes. He grabbed an extra diaper and told me to lay down. I did. He removed my soaked pants and threw them across the floor. Next he opened my diaper, and peered at my lower with much interest. He waddled up the diaper and threw it away, and grabbed a wet wipe. He wiped my d and ass, and then he grabbed my d. He rubbed powder on it and then flipped me over to rub it on my butt. Then he got the diaper (which was the cutest one, by the way, it had elephants on it) and put it on me. He taped the sides and smiled at me. "Done." "W-was I good, Daddy?" "Oh, yes, you were." He smiled and kissed me.
  20. sorry I haven’t written a story in a while. I didn’t really find any inspiration. Things in my personal life got busy too. But writing this story was a lot of fun. “When’s Olivia coming?” Gianina asked “She’s alway late to like, everything” Addison said. Tonight Addison was hosting a sleepover at her house. She hadn’t had a sleepover hosted at her house before. Considering her parents were on a business trip she thought that there was no better time then today. She invited her best friends. Gianina, Chloe, Jesse and of course Olivia who was running late to sleepover. Olivia always ran late to planned events. A lot of the time this is because of her being unprepared. Her style of waiting until the time she needed to leave then get ready has lead to some unfortunate bladder related accidents. When the girls where trying to pick a movie to watch they heard a knock on the door. It was Olivia. “I like, just woke up right now” Olivia said as she walked through the door. Her forehead was sweaty but even after running to Addison’s place, her blonde bangs and hair were looking perfect. She even had black eye shadow on which went perfectly with her black and red pajamas. Addison was looking like she always did. She didn’t dress up. All she did was put on pajamas which, to her was just black sweat pants and a grey sports jersey. “Come in” Addison told her. “Why are you wearing makeup to a sleep over?” Gianina said to Olivia. “I wear makeup everywhere. It’s a habit” Olivia answered Gianina was a short black haired girl who usually wore her hair in a bun or pony tail. She only wore booty shorts and an old top that barely fit. She was usually the one who got the group of friends into trouble. Naturally when the group was picking a movie Gianina picked a horror movie. Not With out protest from Jesse though. Jesse got scared pretty easily. She could barely watch a horror movie because more than half the runtime she had her head buried in her hands. All you could see was her brow hair covering her small body. She wore deep blue pajamas the traditional kind that Olivia was wearing accept it was just solid blue. Chloe on the other hand was a big horror fan. Barely any movie scared her. On the contrary she was very jumpy. The only way you could scare her is by surprising her. So the girls started the movie anyway. It was only about an hour and fourty five minutes. By half way through the movie Jesse was on the verge of tears with her head buried in Chloe’s lap. Chloe was acting like a mother to her right now. Still managing to make her laugh while she was so scared. It was pretty sweet. On the other hand Addison was almost falling asleep resting her head on Olivia’s shoulder. She didn’t find the movie that scary. She wasn’t really tired either. She just wanted to be close to Olivia. Barely five minutes later Jesse had recovered enough to look at the screen. It was a tense part. But right as she started to think nothing was gonna happen, there was a jumpscare. Everyone jumped and Addison and Gianina Screamed. But Jesse had it much worse. In her fright her bladder muscles had gone numb. Once she had collected herself she realized. She just had a small accident. It showed through her pants. The wet spot was about the size of a mug. She reached her hand down and felt the damage. She looked up at Chloe. She sat up, making sure to shield her eyes from the screen. “Chloe I had an accident” Jesse told her. Chloe looked at her with a calm expression on her face as a strand of Chloe’s dirty blond hair fell onto her face. Chloe lifted Jesse onto her lamp. Chloe was much taller compared to Jesse who was pretty small for her age. When Jesse was on her lap she just hugged her. She always thought of Jesse like a little sister. Eventually Chloe reached her hand under the blanket and felt Jesse’s butt. It was wet. She expected her to do this going in though. She knew her too well. They both stayed like that for the rest of the movie. “That was pretty bad” Gianina said. “Your the one who suggested it though” Said Chloe “Doesn’t mean I can’t have my own opinion. This is a free country” Gianna responded. “Whatever. Let’s go downstairs and play some video games in my room” Addison said. Her room was in the basement since her house was a bungalow. “Chloe what now? I don’t want them to see, y’know” Jesse said with the brightest red face. A couple more drips of pee slipped during the movie. It didn’t help that she kept trying to watch it and she had to go really badly. “Here, come with me. We’ll go to the bathroom up here.” Chloe said as she lead Jesse to bathroom. They walked into the bathroom. Chloe opened all the drawers until she found what she needed. A hair dryer. “Show me where the wet places are.” Chloe asked. Jesse turned around and spread her legs. Chloe started blow drying. “You sure you didn’t pee a little more when you were on my lap?” Chloe asked. “It was really scary and I had to go bad!” Jesse exclaimed. Alright that should be good. No more wet spot.” Chloe said as she left the room to go downstairs. She figured she’d need a couple more minutes to figure out her underwear situation. As Jesse sat there blow drying she thought about why she kept leaking. It wasn’t really because of the movie. It was because she had her head pressed up against Chloe’s breasts. While as Chloe thought of Jesse as a little sister, Jesse thought of Chloe like a girl who was out of her league. So that was the first time she got close to her in that way. Chloe headed into Addison’s room followed by Jesse and was met with immediate arguing. “I this your guitar?” Gianina said pointing at the wall mounted electric guitar. “Yeah. And it costs more than you so don’t mess around with it.” Addison responded “Let me play.” Olivia said as she took it down carefully. She started playing it perfectly. Addison was entranced watching her play. Her beautiful blond hair covering her strumming pattern. “I didn’t know you played” Addison said. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.” Olivia said as she smiled. A couple hours had passed and Jesse, Gianina and Chloe had fallen asleep. Addison and Olivia were still awake though. They were sharing funny stories with each other. They enjoyed each other’s company. “Wait. Have you ever like, pissed yourself?” Olivia asked her. “There was one time like, a year ago. I was in class and the teacher said I couldn’t go to the bathroom because it was just the beginning of class. So I was holding it so hard. But I peed my pants and my chair.” Addison said while laughing. “Have you ever had an accident?” Addison said as she sat down on the bed Olivia was on. “ Not since I was a baby. I’m not like you going around peeing everywhere.” Olivia said laughing. “You better not tell anyone you jerk.” Addison said quickly. The two kept laughing until they woke Chloe up. “you guys need to keep it down it’s 3 am.” Chloe said as she stumbled out of the room. Twenty minutes past and Chloe still hadn’t come back. At this point Addison and Olivia were lying side by side in bed. “I think she fell asleep in there” Addison giggled “This is a bad time to mention this but... I really really have to pee.” Olivia said in a timid voice. “Why don’t you just go up stairs?” Addison asked. “It’s to scary after watching that movie. I’d pee my pants as soon as I step up there.” Olivia answered with her cheeks turning pink. The two kept talking while Olivia was fidgeting with her legs. She felt like if she stopped she would have peed in Addison’s bed. Chloe walked back into the room looking more tired than ever. “Did you fall asleep?” Addison asked. Olivia was to desperate to tell jokes and Chloe didn’t even answer she was so tired. “Are you gonna go now?” Addison asked “Can you please come with me? I’m to scared.” Olivia asked with an embarrassed look on her face. And so the two sat off to the bathroom. Almost as soon as they left the room Olivia felt a ping in her bladder. She leaked a little bit into her panties. “I don’t know if I can walk any farther I have to pee so bad.” Olivia said as she buried her sweaty hands deep in her crotch to relieve pressure. They kept walking anyways. They were right at the door of the bathroom. But suddenly Olivia bent down and stopped walking. “Addison- I can’t stop it. I’m gonna pee myself.” Olivia said. As she said it, her panties started to become soaked. The wetness quickly spread to her but rolling through her crack and soaking through her underwear and making a wet stain on the butt of her pajamas. After that it trickled down her thighs soaking her pants on the way down. Eventually what was left of the stream dripped down her ankles and on to the carpet. As the stream stopped she dashed into the bathroom. Not before Addison slid through. She sat on the lid of the toilet as her jaw trembled and her pants lightly dripped. “Addison I’m so sorry about it I swear!” Olivia said while feeling her wet crotch. Addison didn’t know what to do. She sat down on the counter and looked at Olivia wet pants. She didn’t know how she felt. “Come here.” Addison said opening her arms for a hug. Olivia got up and hugged Addison. But Olivia felt a weird wetness on the front of her thighs. Addison was peeing her pants. Her crotch was right on top of Olivia’s leg. The pee soaked through Addison’s pants. It was the biggest wet spot she had ever seen. It was even bigger than Olivia’s. They both stood there in soaked pants. Addison reached out and felt Olivia’s thigh and all the pee on it. She looked into Olivia’s eyes. Before she knew what was happening Olivia was kissing her repeatedly. “I love you” Olivia said. “I love you more” Addison said. It was the most confident she’d been all night.
  21. ————————————————————— Hello everyone, I’ve been working on this story for a few days and realized that I’m going to make it a two-parter because I feel that it’s a bit long. But also because the second part is a little more sexually explicit and wanted to know if folks would want to read it — I know some prefer wetting with seldom sexually explicit behaviors and others who do prefer it outright — so I’ve decided to leave it out until folks actually do look forward to reading more. Moreover, delaying the second part allows me more time to detail its content, which will inextricably make it even longer — but, hey, the more detail, the better. The details will focus mostly on explicating, to the best of my knowledge and empathy, the internal sensations of the characters. Thanking for clicking on and reading this story. I hope you enjoy it. Edit history: fixing missed typos and/or contradictions. —HG P.S. Of course, I was super desperate while writing this, why wouldn’t I be? I made sure to pull up a chair into the bathtub, sit down and wonderfully release it all into my black leggings! *Wink**Wink*————————————————————— Rush or Gush Riley and Taylor burst out of their car. Riley recklessly discarded it halfway in the driveway and halfway on the front lawn of their home, leaving behind her driver’s door swung wide open. Taylor sprints the front door and struggles to yank the keys from her pocket, her right hand wrangling with the tight entry of her front right pocket. She advantageously positions herself — leaning her left body against the door frame — to guarantee her first entry upon the door flying open, imminently. She, extremely desperate for a pee, nervously fiddles with her bundle of keys chained together, looking for the key to ultimately relieve herself inside. She presses her petite thighs together and hops a light march in place; her washed, skintight light-blue jeans audibly swishing out from the friction between her thighs. Riley, upon noticing Taylor’s shrewd maneuvers, thrusts Taylor aside right-wards, stealing her place— “Get out of the way, you’re blocking the lock so I can open the door!”, Taylor throwing attitude at her. “What, so that you can get to the toilet first—I see the trick you’re pulling!”, Riley mocks, thinking she’s got her all figured out. “H-He—Move. Out. Of. TheeeEEE.. WAY!”, Taylor slamming and raising her voice into Riley at the front door with every word, the last of which she harshly shoves her elbow hard into her right side, pushing her aside, leftwards, and out of the way, regaining her ground. Riley, thrusted into an imbalance and about to tip over falling onto her left, swiftly shifts her right leg behind her left, as if to achieve a supportive lunge and catch her balance, instead bumps it into her left leg and tips over, quickly twisting her back to the momentum of the fall, fear-dribbling a leak mid-flight on the way down. She gasps a sharp puff of air through teeth as her butt plops itself harshly onto the concrete, the latter transferring her butt-force momentum back into her pelvis whilst the momentum of her rib cage comes springing downwards simultaneously against the bloated bladder lodged therein, causing her tender belly to protrude anteriorly: it forcefully squirts out her panty-less opening a hissy stream of piss through the fabric of her light-grey leggings; its stream so swift it goes right through the fabric and audibly sprays the concrete with a forward hose-like spatter, out from between her spread slim thighs. She swiftly stoops her head and, lifting her white shirt slightly — exposing her pale yet red-tinged swollen waist — to clearly glance below, dropping her jaw at the sudden and uncontrollable flood of warmth following her hard squirt engross the sides of her crotch, unable to close her flood gates as she so desperately tried. She feels her warmth slow down, through her half-flexed sphincter, to an erratic flow of urination while she tried to cease it, growing from the tiny wet patch the hard-squirt shot therefrom into a shiny dark pad-sized splotch painted over her crotch, subtly flowing upwards just short of her bare-shaven pubic bone while it flows down into her butthole and crack, and slightly outwards down the inseams of her upper thighs. Her yellow stream visibly flowing out of her dark splotch-covered crotch like the weak stream of a water fountain spout barely flowing and dribbling back on itself. The concrete below her accepts the contents of her glittering gooch, darkening a basketball-wide circular pool of bright yellow beneath her pelvis. Riley, shocked by the jolt of the fall and, upon realizing she’s letting out too much in her confounding, snaps back and forcefully ceases her urination, hurting her urethra as it burns at the base and angrily exclaims: “Taylor, you made me damn pee myself, what the hell?!?!” “Hey! I told you to get out of the way—you were in the way of opening the fuckin’ door! You get what you get!”, she mockingly sneers while arms in a cross. She quickly forgets her, focusing her attention onto the locked door. She distinguishes her key, frantically and uncoordinatedly smashing the tip of the key in the periphery of the hole before shoving it in precisely, turning it open. Riley, frustrated by her remarks, swiftly thrusts herself forward with her arms — feeling the cool outside air rush into her soaked-hot crotch and buttocks — bolts into Taylor, slamming her against the door and simultaneously swinging it open with her force, sprinting towards the bathroom. Her behind dons a large dark circular splotch fully encompassing both her crescents up to the mouth of her crack. Taylor is shoved into the doorknob, taken aback and caught off-guard by Riley’s frustrated efforts, impaling her behind forcefully into the doorknob: the pain of which jolts her aching bladder in an unwelcome shock and she releases a considerable spurt into her pad — too fast for absorption as it bursts out the sides and into her dark-pink lace panties. She tugs her crotch upwards at her pubic area with her left hand, stooping her head forwards for a glance, witnessing the blue patch at the apex between her upper thighs contrasting with the dry light-blue. “What the.. fff—UGH!, that b—RILEY!. Okay, two can play at this game—“, she angrily mutters through her grinding teeth. Taylor regains her balance, harshly chucks her keys at Riley’s jiggling wet butt cheeks as target practice, but misses while chasing behind her towards the bathroom. Riley makes it to the bathroom first, quickly turning around to smash its door shut, but fails as Taylor prevents its closing with the right foot she stretches between it and the door frame, catching her white Converse in the midst of her hard slam. “AH!!”, she cries out, the pain once again jolting her bladder into a frenzy: it forces aloud and out of her another spurt, hissing into her pad, warming her crotch and leaking out into her panties and jeans. She feels her warmth slip down the inseams of her upper thighs and flow backwards into her butthole. She gasps at Riley: “UGH, you made me pee.. AGAIN!—“ “That’s what you fucking get!”, Riley mockingly and maniacally laughs in her face through the slightly opened door. She twists her neck back to the right, glancing at the toilet, and quickly thrusts her fingers into the waist of her leggings ready to drop them while push her body against the door, but carelessly relinquishes some of her pushing force. Taylor harshly shoves, using the weight of the right side of her body, into her through the door she thought she effectively defended. Catching her off-guard, Riley is shoved, her right side thrusted towards the sink and she quickly twisting herself to land on her backside, the force her movement loosening her sphincter and she lightly dribbles pee into her leggings once again, feeling her warm pee drops slip down her skin under her cool-wet upper-thigh inseams, a few drops dripping out and below onto her black shoes and the light-blue-tiled floor. She flails her arms backwards in a semi-windmill fashion whilst tipping and walking backwards on her heels, the sink behind her catching her soaked, slippery butt — she now dribbling drops of pee into the sink, instead. Her arms slam backwards into the wall behind her and back into the mirror, catching her balance. Feeling her loose sphincter, she quickly shoves her left hand into her crotch, massaging away her dribbling self. Taylor stretches her legs for the toilet, about to turn around to sit down as Riley leaps off the sink and forwards her right leg in a stretch in front her, causing her to trip forward. Taylor, losing her balance lets go of her sphincter. She feels her pee rush into her urethra, but forcefully shuts herself closed whilst throwing her arms in front to mount against the wall, to the righthand side of the toilet, catching herself out of her stumble. She feels whatever leaked slip down and dribble out of her opening: another soft warmth into her pad, this time fully absorbing it. Riley flings her body forward behind Taylor’s balancing stance, but is swiftly pushed out of the way by Taylor’s backward falling movement, as she maneuvers herself onto the toilet, harshly plopping her buttocks onto the toilet seat, it banging loudly as if sheets of porcelain tiles clacked together. This plop jolts her pelvis into her bladder, coupled with her hunching forward and the tight-buttoned-waist of her jeans squeezing on her belly, forces out of her another squirt into her pad, partially absorbing it and the rest through her panties and into her jeans — she feels her crotch and butthole grow warm once again. A few drops leak through her jeans and tinkle into the toilet water below. Taylor, having successfully plopping her herself onto the toilet, rushes for her jeans button in order to ultimately slide everything down in one go beneath her, and finish into the toilet bowl what she prematurely started. Riley moans in an arpeggio, stuttering: “uuUUHHHhhhh, f-fffuck!..”, she glaring desperately at Taylor’s success whilst her bladder expands in her belly. She bites the left corner of her bottom lip whilst thrusting her clasped hands into her soaked crotch, her sphincter twitching and her skin quivering in proportion as she feels the warmth of her soaked throbbing and aching crotch. Taylor looks at her grinning, mockingly, and purposely slows her unfastening to a pace she can manage just to toy with her. Riley, feeling her bladder bloat and her belly expand slightly as she fights the contractions to pee, uses her left hand smothered between her right and crotch to finger herself through her leggings in order to quell urge, but it persists. She inserts her middle- and ring-fingers through her leggings into her opening, tugging on herself upwards repeatedly, yet it only continues to grow. She starts hyperventilating, worrying about her imminent release, and moans with every exhalation, picking up and up as her pee draws nearer and nearer to release. She casts her left knee over her right, frantically holding her pee back at her very brink, bobbing up and down at her knees. But her urge continues on, pressing against her sphincter relentlessly. “Ooooo... stop! Hurry and go!”, she desperately moans at Taylor, panting. She presses her thighs tighter, squishing the hands smothered against her twitching crotch tightly, folding the palms of her hands and shivers violently. She keeps her thighs tightly in place as goosebumps travel down her arms, but as her bursting bladder urges on, her thighs start to twitch: her muscles tiring in their prolonged flex, but she nevertheless forces them to stay tight. “Nah, I think I’m going to draw this out..”, Taylor slyly remarks, curving a maniacal smile out the left corner of her lip and glares with eyes of fiery intent. “Oooo! Taylor.. please.. ple—AOooo!”, Riley begs with a moan, then squeals when she feels her restless bladder contract harder, sending shots of pain into her right side whilst she feels a few drops of pee slipping past her tightened sphincter into the slippery, sweaty hot jungle her hands are quarantining between her tiring thighs. Riley tightly squeezes her eyes and shows her clenching teeth as she gives her all to keep leakage to just those mere drops. She purses her lips, trying to control her breathing, but quickly abandons her strategy, flinging wide her jaw and gasping in air, pausing and stifling her exhaling sighs in a reckless and erratic manner; whilst throwing her right leg in a twist over her left, maintaining her hands, and bending at her left knee up and down. However, all to no neither avail nor relief, as suddenly she feels her belly bloat against her tender abdomen and tiring sphincter twitch profusely. Her gaping mouth picking up her breathe with faster and faster gasps of air sucking through teeth, she holds her breathe in, whilst the veins in her neck protrude, as her contracting bladder pushes its pee to the very edge of her weakening hold.. a little dribble pushes through.. and a little more—she gushes her exhalation out in growling groan: “OOOOOoooghghhh! TAYLOR, PL—EASE! PL—“, her begging cut by her stifled inhalation, followed by a stifled exhaling sigh of struggle, breathing paradoxically: UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—OOOoooo! GET UP, NOW, PLEASE, G-GET.. SO I CAN QUICKLY PEE—UH—*gasps*—I.. I.. C-C-Can’t..”, Riley’s breathe trembling, her face turning red, breaking a sweat, and her body shaking tremendously whilst her arms shaking forcefully into her pulsatile leaking crotch. Taylor stares at her in anticipatory silence and wide-eyed, then still toys with her: “That’s right, suffer, that’s what you get for being a little impatient b—“ “mmmmmMmMmMMMMM” — Riley’s desperate humming gradually louder and louder as her pee burningly presses past her hold — AAAAAOOoOOOooOoo!”, Riley belches in a squeal from her hunched position, loud enough to cut her off and shut her up, following with a very sharp-pitched forceful hiss exploding into her smothered hands, it quickly lowers in pitch, garbling, as her hands hold enough hot pee in her crotch to form a sizable puddle therein, then burbles out from between her fingers and audibly sloshes down against the skin of her thighs under the swift dark glow of her leggings, loudly splashing onto her black shoes and the tiled-floor below, spatters drops far enough onto Taylor’s jean cuffs. “U-U-Uh—UHHHHhhh!”, she stifles out of her mouth as her chest twitches profusely while a nigh-orgasmic release of pee gushes out of her opening; she bends upright and raises her flushed face upwards into the air, her jaw flung open and lips twitching while her eyes closed and head tilted back into her cervical spine. She stands there, her clasped hands frozen in place against her exploding crotch; her left arm, then right knee, and combination of other limbs, sequentially and uncontrollably twitch, cascading all manner of goosebumps across her body as her forceful yellow piss pleasurable gushes out from between her slippery hot hands. She feels light-headed and her knees grow weak, almost wanting to drop down them whilst unloading her bursting yellow piss out of her. Her pee utterly explodes everywhere: loudly hissing out in a strong yellow stream from between her slippery fingers, flooding upwards and covering her bare-shaven pubic skin with a smothering of hot piss, her pee audibly sloshing around in her crotch when she slightly adjusts her hands, the soaked fabric cleaving to and separating from, in alternation, her tingling hot skin in an ear-quivering suction; audibly burbling out from her pressed-palms into her upper-thigh inseams, whilst exploding latterly towards her hips to the front of her twitching upper thighs, cascading down across them; sloshing down her inner thighs in an eye-dazzling glow of yellow, trickling in a swoosh out the cuffs of her leggings and down her ankles, and into the rapidly growing bright yellow splashed puddle on the floor; whilst seeping into and engulfing the innards of her shoes, turning her white socks into an opaque tinge of pink and yellow transparency; pooling her soles a satisfying puddle of warm pee, sloshing between her wiggling slippery toes therein, peeing forced out the sides of her shoes in a shine thereby. Her pee is simply splashing and spattering everywhere with jetted chaos. Simultaneously, her cupped hands forcefully guide her flow to her back, filling the crevice of her butthole entirely with hot pee, then traveling up her crack in a glorious shine all the way to mouth of her crack, spilling over onto the roof of her crescent butt cheeks and slipping down across it in waves of pee. Her pee rushing out her perineum, laterally across and under the crescent of her butt cheeks, flowing further laterally and around her lower hips and cascade down the sides of twitching slim thighs, connecting her posterior flood to the anterior darkening flood. The rest of her pee gushes down the back of her thighs and knees — half through the fabric and half streaming along it — falling on to her small calves until it, too, is smothered over by her downward dark flow, pee spreading laterally therein and once again meeting the anterior dark-flowing stream flowing down from her front thighs. Her desperation and release so strong she soaks the entire circumference of her leggings with a soothing continuous shine of piss: a water-slide of smooth hot pee slipping between her milk-tea skin and leggings, with the exception of the upper waist portion of her leggings. She felt as though her bottom half stepped into a nice, hot jacuzzi. Though her bottom half already totally engulfed in hot pee, she nevertheless had less than half left in her — her bladder having possessed a gargantuan capacity for retaining pee. “Pee, little baby, pee your pants”, Taylor toys with her, but also naughtily sneers. Riley opens her eyes and fixes her face towards her, glaring with eyes of revenge. A sudden idea crosses her mind. She let’s go of her flooding crotch, her hands scattering its drops of pee about, and swiftly walks over to Taylor sitting on the toilet, trailing her steadily-dwindling pissing self across the floor and splashing and spattering along the way..
  22. Maybe I'm just bad at finding it, but I feel like there isn't much good or much at all of lesbian pants wetting content. I can name a few of the top of my head that I really enjoy but most are either not very good, or just general peeing content. Am I just ignorant to where it might be or am I right?
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