Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'plot'.



More search options

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Welcome!
  • Omorashi
    • Omorashi general
    • Wetting experiences
    • Artwork and doujinshi
    • Fiction and fanfiction
    • Video links and uploads
  • General
    • Off-topic discussion
    • Anime and eroge
    • Guidance and counseling
  • RolePlaying
    • Roleplaying realm
  • Diapers and Ageplay's Discussions
  • Furry Fandom's Discussions
  • LGBTQ+'s Topics!

Categories

  • Animation
    • Omoani
    • Anime scenes
    • Hentai
  • Eroge & Doujinshi
    • Doujinshi Archives
    • Artwork and CG Sets
    • Visual Novels
    • RPGs
  • Female videos
    • Holding contests
    • Almost made it
    • Diapers and ageplay
    • Public wetting
    • Bedwetting
    • Cosplay
    • Desperation
    • Peeing
  • Male videos
    • Holding contests
    • Almost made it
    • Diapers and ageplay
    • Public wetting
    • Bedwetting
    • Cosplay
    • Desperation
    • Peeing

Blogs

There are no results to display.

There are no results to display.

Product Groups

  • Premium Subscriptions
  • Advertising

Categories

  • Omorashi Related
  • General kinks
  • Gender and appearance
  • Miscellaneous

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


FurAffinity


Twitter


Website URL


My pronouns are..

Found 4 results

  1. Read First I'm really sorry if this against the rules, but I went ahead and created a new topic with tags. I didn't want to write anything that would be offensive to people who weren't into certain kinks and such. I'll continue to write this for a bit since it's been a pretty fun to practice writing. If any moderators come across this, Please just delete the original topic by the same name! Also added a doodle of Miyuki, not great but thought it would be nice to kinda show what I think, since my writing isn't the best. Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. Chapter 2 Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity. It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair... She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up. She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her. K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar. It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street. The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddendly had a burst of energy, she seemed feerful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired. After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep. Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead. "figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's. it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault." Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down. Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you." Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. Chapter 3 Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well. Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past. "I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!" It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course. They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back. She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home. Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face. Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?" about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs. For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing. "Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued.. There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!"
  2. So, a while back I decided to write something tuned to the style of the Salem Witch Trials. I'm hoping that this doesn't break the site's guidelines against adult-rated content, but seeing as I CAN'T FIND THEM ANYWHERE, I'll have to just wing it and hope this story doesn't break the rules. As a forewarning, this story is focused around a homosexual female couple. Detailed lesbian sex scenes are imminent. You should only stick with this if you are willing to invest yourself into a long and detailed story. Word count: 8,832 (Buckle in for a long one) Chapter One: The Trial Two naked bodies pressed together in full embrace, partaking in the most forbidden and unholy of method. In public, unwed, and- most damning of all- of the same sex. Both of these heathens had a seam between their legs, and neither a cock, yet both women bump and grind as though they had. One vagina pressed harshly against the other, sliding the moist flesh until both bloomed pink. The voices of both tried in vain to remain in silence, giving the occasional moan or whimper that even a child couldn’t mistake as pain or torment. No, both of these maidens were clearly enjoying their perverse actions- a most criminalizing tell. Had either gotten naught but suffering from this event, that one might survive the opinions of their friends, family and the Lord’s judgement. But instead, both reveled in their crime, and so both would be doomed. They had both snuck out of their beds in order to be here tonight, hiding away in the upper loft of a barn right on the outskirts of their village. They did this together on every night that they both decided felt safe. The village of Granville MA, circa 1694 AD, had little more than a set of twenty houses, two farms, a few more buildings meant to serve for storage and production, and a single Church set right in the middle. Everything was separated by thick foliage and forest, a dirt road connected the houses and farms to the Church but interconnectivity was difficult. Most people had to pass by the Church before they could visit a neighbor, or else tear up their shoes and clothes to take a shortcut. The two learning each other in the barn now, had both passed that Church earlier tonight, being reminded of whose will they broke before ignoring such warning and being with each other regardless. Amity, the younger of the pair, had grown into marrying age a few years ago, but she often refused the advances of the other young men of Granville, most usually citing petty reasons such as ‘he didn’t look like he could chop enough firewood’ or ‘I don’t want to consummate our marriage during such a hot summer.’ In truth, she never felt any attraction to the opposite sex, much to the mystified annoyance of those whom tried to woo her; for she held the greatest grace, charm and beauty of any woman that any man had ever known. Even the married men often cite the inability to compare her with their own wives in their youth. The question of why she could not feel a desire to be with a man one day solved itself when she personally met the Clergyman’s daughter. On the day she met Selah, she was immediately smitten with the desire reserved only for a Husband. Selah, the one still thrusting her hips into Amity’s groin, had lived under the watchful eye of her Father, the Clergyman of Granville’s Church. He spoke, listened and very closely watched under the authority of the Lord himself, keeping the activity and wishes of the villagers in staunch check. To commit a sin while he was aware was to grant an insult upon him as much as his Savior. His preferred method was that if someone were to take an eye, take their head in kind. So when she felt the spark of interest upon meeting Amity, the loveliest woman that she had seen up close, she quickly moved to stomp out that spark inside her heart. With paper shoes it seemed, as she didn’t think about that meeting again until two sunrises later. And then she couldn’t stop. When she found Amity invading all of her thoughts, Selah found images of perversion joining them. If her face could evoke such a will to sin, what could her body do? If her reputation for turning away men was true, what would she think of a woman like herself? She desperately tried to turn her thoughts to the Lord, pray for respite from the lust, but even during Church her face would become flustered and red from both her own traitorous thoughts and God’s lack of mercy. As both young ladies continued pleasuring each other, slit to slit with their legs crossed over, the day that they had confessed to one another flashed through their memories. Selah had been trying to work up the courage to confess her sins, but decided against it as the only person who could listen was her Father. Even if she took a confessional in secrecy, he would recognize his own daughter’s voice without effort. She dared not admit the betrayal of her thoughts willing her to be with another woman to such a strict man. Amity had been chased into the Church by one of her more persistent suitors, one whom had become irate with her many refusals over the couple of years that she had denied the men that wanted her hand in marriage. Yet even he would keep his desires in check in the house of the Lord, and one supervised by such a zealous Clergyman. When Amity entered the Church, Selah had been sweeping the wooden floor down the middle of the aisle. Both immediately looked at each other. Both blushed slightly when they realized whom they were looking at. The suitor entered close behind his desired wife to be, but appeared much calmer and pretended that he was there strictly to make a prayer and get back to work. After he left, Amity and Selah were alone together. Sitting upon a pew, Amity watched the Clergyman’s daughter work and clean for some time until Selah could no longer keep her thoughts entertained mentally and, as the more inexperienced when dealing with her emotions, sat down next to the younger. She couldn’t come up with an excuse for why when asked. Things progressed quickly. Both talked to each other until the topic of recent thoughts and desires came up, at which point neither could summon the courage to lie while sitting in the Church, both speaking in whispers for the sake of possible eavesdroppers. Amity, tired as she was of the men that lusted for her, was the first to suggest that both women make something of their newfound desires. Selah, however, expressed that she wanted nothing more than to uphold God’s Law and banish the thoughts that had corrupted her waking hours, insisting that she was merely succumbing to jealousy that her lesser attractiveness and dedication to the Lord (as well as the “protection” of her Father) had kept the young men of Granville away from her and attached to Amity. Amity herself was distraught by this result, believing Selah’s words until a few days later when the latter’s resolve was finally broken, ironically so by her own denial of the truth. She had lamented the entire time from when she had refused Amity’s request, demanding of herself that she accept the offer of companionship. It became so desperate that she had begun damning God in her heart and mind. There could be no worse sin than to damn the Lord, right? So she chose what she believed to be the lesser of two evils and finally relented. That night was their first together. They hid away in the bleak darkness and sheltered in the loft of this same barn, spending more hours than they dared to risk on intimate talking, discussing their lives, experiences, childhoods, wants and needs, what they saw in each other, what they wanted for the future. And in the end, they departed with a kiss. The following week, Amity came to join the clergy in all of their activities, if only to be closer to Selah. She joined every prayer, sat next to the icon of her affection at every opportunity, and made sure that they shared a pew during each preaching session. Their second night was at the end of that week, both sneaking out to meet at that barn again. The pair spent the evening and some of the morning speaking again, but took it a step further. They kissed, and soon after felt the desires that the Lord kept reserved for married men and women. They wanted to see each other, beneath their clothes. Both were hesitant at first, believing that they were about to reveal that which was reserved exclusively for the sight of a husband, but they also knew that by hiding away and having the intimate touch of a kiss with each other, they had already sinned in the eyes of the Lord. They couldn’t go back as easily as they could go forward. And so, they started to disrobe. Their thick garments proved as cumbersome and difficult to remove as always, but Amity was the first to get down to her skivvies. Pale moonlight streamed in through the hay hatch of the barn, illuminating the young woman’s seemingly perfect frame, highlighting all of the curves that the thin cloth clung to. If she didn’t know better, Selah would have sworn that she could see through the pantaloons and nightshirt. Eventually those came off as well, and the Clergywoman was stunned. Were she a man, she felt she may have simply passed out from Amity’s physical beauty. And by the grace of God, she was the first to witness it. It was as though a well-designed carving of all of the desires of a lustful man had come to life, a red-haired young lady with a soft, round face, clear green eyes that seemed to reflect the world, thin shoulders that simply screamed of femininity, a perky pair of breasts that fit perfectly in human hands while hanging firmly to her chest, her waist curved inward slightly before rounding out at her hips, which took a perfect curve down to the thigh. And between those thighs lay the most precious part, the place that even a husband should not get to see more than once a day. Amity’s vagina was a delicate, one might even say fragile, little cleft sitting underneath a soft wisp of red hair, framed perfectly by her thin inner thighs that left a small gap of open space. A thin fluid seemed to be seeping from it, something that neither woman seemed to understand. In Selah’s mind, this was a woman blessed with true beauty, yet here she was wasting that beauty on another woman instead of blessing her future husband with it. Selah realized it was her turn to finish undressing. In the face of such outstanding beauty, she froze up for a moment, becoming truly jealous of Amity’s body, but she overcame that feeling with the knowledge that she would be leaving the younger woman on the spot, as she was already naked. She couldn’t simply let her be the only one. Pulling off her own trousers and undershirt, the Clergywoman came to stand before Amity in her own nakedness. She had long brown hair that usually stood tied up in a bun and headdress, but in truth it went down to her shoulders, her face was a bit more pointed and gaunt, but her piercing eyes had a light brown tint that almost seemed to glow even in the darkness of the barn. Her shoulders were slightly broader than what would be considered normal for most women her age, but her breasts stood larger than Amity’s, even if they hung a bit lower because of the size. Her hips went down in a straight line, not curving in and not curving out, while her thighs stood out as a bit thick despite all of her attempts to keep fit when she had the time. Between them lay Selah’s vagina, petite and, similarly to Amity’s, untouched, though the difference lay in the fact that it was harder to see thanks to a thicker bush of hair and thicker thighs leaving no space between them. Most men would consider her beautiful, but before Amity, she felt inferior and self-conscious. Those feelings vanished when the younger lady made a move to kiss her again. Their second night ended shortly after, they had both resolved to look at and watch each other’s bodies, but not touch. They had enough respect for themselves, one another, their families and their Lord to not go that far. Yet. On their third night time affair, they could hardly keep their hands off of each other. Fear of the Lord’s judgement had practically vanished, and this became the first time they’d touch, poke, prod and break their virginity, at least in the sense that they’d never had a truly sexual encounter. This would continue for the next couple of months, a once-a-week meeting in the barn that would result in ever-increasing romantic submission, giving into their base desires over staying strong for the Lord and their respective families, risking banishment or execution as much as eternal damnation. For they had fallen in love, and would not be swayed away from each other. Even so, they couldn’t simply leave Granville, as they loved their families almost as much as they loved one another. To run away and elope would be a heartbreaking insult, a betrayal over all that had been given. So they stayed, and worked to keep their relationship a secret for as long as they possibly could. That secret remained for a time, but eventually it was a mix of fate and choice that revealed it. As autumn began, the Clergyman held a prayer that called for Fertility, citing Biblical verses that regarded the Lord’s commands to be fruitful and prosperous. This particular prayer session inspired four of the oldest men that had yet to be wed, the oldest of whom was a mere five years older than Amity, to make a stubborn bid to gain the hand of the most beautiful maiden in Granville. They all immediately seeked her out and began competing with each other in impressing the young woman. As she had been reputed to be the one that would refuse all proposals, they all doubled their efforts in a bid to convince her, more so since there was more competition for it than the village had ever seen. Initially believing that she would merely have to be patient, smile and nod, and come up with various excuses to get them to leave, Amity was quickly disappointed when they proved remarkably persistent. Perhaps they were fed up with her refusals and, eager to gain a wife, had resolved to not take ‘no’ for an answer any longer. Every attempt to get to the Church for a respite from the small horde chasing her was denied when one of the men caught her attention with questions while the others got behind her and blocked the path. To outright ignore the interest of a suitor was to spit in the face of him and his family, she couldn’t get away by simply staying silent and rushing through. In the end, the sun had been at its highest point when Church ended and the men had come looking for Amity, and by the time her true predicament had come to a head, the sky was orange and the sun was low. The young maiden had been in a dire situation for the past few hours, between the morning prayer session and the suitors keeping her company against her will, she had been holding her water from sunrise to sunset. Amity could do nothing to relieve the pressure and pain in her abdomen, as even if she were to run off for an emergency, the men would surely follow her. Even if she were married, it would not be permissible to allow even a husband to witness her in such an intimate moment. Even parents could not witness the relief of their children after a certain age, only with the very young in order to clean up after. And so she had to keep holding on until they gave up. Everybody had to sleep some time, right? Even so, she knew that she could not keep holding on. Even in her puritan upbringing, her bladder was petite and weak, at least by the standards of the other villagers. Not that she knew what those standards were. She did all she could to balance her need to pass water, the annoyance of the suitors and her patience in keeping still and allowing no signs of her need to show. But inevitably, nature won over her silly culture. Right when Amity felt that she was about to explode, and literally so as punishment from God for her infidelities with Selah, the very person she was thinking of at what she thought was the end showed up, managing to find them on one of Granville’s many paths. She called out to the men and grabbed their attention, asking why they were hounding an innocent woman in the way they were. Being faced with such accusations from the Clergyman’s daughter of all people, they were forced to turn, listen and defend themselves. Amity turned off the path, facing Selah and mouthing a thank you before she headed into the woods. Unfortunately, nature decided to pick this very moment to take the young woman’s control away. She sensed it just seconds before it happened, the slight burning tingle of a rushing liquid filling up her urethra, a sensation that she had not felt since she was very small and was reminded of recently in her night visits with Selah. Knowing she could only make it as far as the nearest bush before her dress became fully saturated, the maiden panicked and- in her puritan mindset- wrongly believed that it would be better to try to save her dress. In possibly the worst mistake she could have made at that instant, she lifted the dress and tried to hide behind the bush. She knew better than to expose herself to a group of five people however, and kept her pantaloons up even knowing that they were going to become soaked. The water was spilling out of her belly before she made it to the bush, but she was still able to squat down. Tears soon joined the various liquids that were leaving her, but even in her sadness she did all she could to keep herself from sobbing or making any other noises. It wasn’t enough to stay quiet, as it only took a few more seconds for the suitors to notice that she was no longer there and follow the sound of her urine spilling through her trousers and onto the bush. Not knowing if she was in some type of danger or simply ran off, they took off running only to find her passing water a few feet away. With a collective gasp, their discovery had doomed her. Amity was urinating, right next to the path where anyone could see, in front of four unmarried men, with her dress held high out of the way. Worse still, the liquid running through it had made the thin white cloth of her pantaloons semi-transparent. They could see it. But their puritan upbringing was just as strict and harsh as everybody else’s, and so their first coherent thought was to do something about this heathen. One of them spoke to another, “Go get the Clergyman!” The one he spoke to nodded and ran back up the path as fast as he could. Not understanding the implication, Selah followed after him, begging him to stop and wait. The other three waited until Amity finished her accident before grabbing her by the arms and picking her up from her squatting position, letting her dress fall back down. They refused to speak to her directly, but contemplated among themselves whether they had caught a witch. Amity was crying for the entire time that it took the fourth man, the Clergyman and his daughter to return. “What have we?” Selah’s Father spoke up. The first to respond was the same suitor whom had told the other to bring him. “This woman, Amity. When your daughter appeared, this one lifted her garment and began passing water right over there.” He pointed to the bush. “It seems she has distaste for this dedicated woman of the cloth and for the holy joining of Marriage, for we have all been trying to gain her hand all day, yet she refused up until now where she revealed herself to all five of us. It almost seems arrogantly Satanic.” “You believe her a Witch, boy?” “Yessir, a heathen against the Lord’s law.” “Then she shall be tried as such.” The younger men thrust Amity out toward the elder and bearded man, and as soon as he held his grasp upon her, Selah spoke out. In the opinion of all five males, spoke out of turn was more appropriate. “Father, wait, please. These four have been lusting after her all day long. The poor woman has merely not been given a chance to pass water in private; she could not escape from them to tend to herself. You know it isn’t right to judge so harshly upon a victim of such circumstance.” “No, child, this is a grown woman in my care. She, like any other, is above the creation of a mess known only to babes and the newly born. Any adult knows how to hold their water until they reach privacy, no matter how long that takes. This was a deliberate defiance. Leave us, I must take this witch to the constable.” The Clergyman had made up his mind, and he would never back down from a decision of his own. Selah knew that any attempt she made to change that decision would be met with an immovable resolve, petty insults and, if she continued to persist, a stinging “reminder” of her place. That night, Selah went to the barn and openly cried, not caring whether any passersby heard her wails. She longed for her Amity to suddenly appear and join her with the music of news for her own safety and innocence in the eyes of the village. But she knew that in truth, the implication of being a witch was as good as a death sentence as soon as the word was uttered. And it was made all the worse that she had seen with her own eyes, the humiliation and torture that those four suitors had delivered upon her beloved. With a heart tearing in two and a mind following suit, Selah disrobed herself and, with a tear-streaked face, turned her head toward the hay hatch to watch the source of the moonlight streaming through. She clasped her hands together and got to her knees, feeling more pure in her nudity than she’d ever felt in her thick garments, and began a silent prayer that begged and pleaded to preserve Amity’s life while cursing the lives of the men whom had brought this devastation upon both women. The very next day, Amity’s trial had passed in seconds. The Jury of twelve merely needed to hear the word “witch” and they all fell into an air of worry and fear, immediately passing their verdict before all of the evidence could even be discussed. Selah did not appear until the execution stage was being set up, though once she had spotted the love of her life, the distressed women could not keep their eyes off of each other. Amity’s eyes were filled with pure terror, as though she had been robbed of every sense and ability except for sight. She could not move, she could not speak, and everything was said and done so quickly that she could hardly hear it all. Brought before the Church, the entire population of Granville had to stand between the trees as they watched Amity be brought up by the Clergyman and executioner to the wooden stage. Selah had an up close view of everything, as she had been requested by her Father to join him on the stage as he gave a final prayer for Amity’s passing. It was supposed to be some kind of public display of the village’s unity or some damnation like that; the girl cared not for such nonsense any more. Her lovely Amity was about to be executed, for the crimes of horny young men, no less. In one fell swoop, the daughter of a Clergyman found herself running low on faith. Even if this were some divine punishment for their joint homosexuality, then why was the more justified among the couple being punished and not the one whom should have always been the more focused on holy purity? And why were the men whom had lusted after her until she suffered pain and embarrassment not being punished at all? Finding this lack of justice very, very disturbing, the young woman started to look for some way to fix this tragedy herself. As her Father took his place next to his daughter, Selah spied the ornamental knife sheath attached to his belt. Everybody had some kind of self-defense weaponry just in case of wild animals or a Native attack. His just happened to be a fancy and capable knife. As the Clergyman began reading out some passages of his personal bible on forgiveness of those who have sinned and submitting to the will of the Lord and Savior, Selah began to understand the full hypocrisy of this strange man standing next to her. He may still be her Father, but a man who could cast away the life of an innocent woman so very easily for something she didn’t do, and then speak to a crowd about forgiveness- she realized that she wanted nothing to do with such a man. Slowly and with a stealthy grace, she removed the knife from her Father’s sheath, and backed away. Hiding the knife behind her back, even the executioner would not be able to see the cutting tool as he was waiting at the lever for the Clergyman’s signal. If anybody had noticed her suspicious behavior in backing away from her Father, they did not speak out against it. It gave her enough room to get to Amity’s pedestal. She gave her a glance, both seeming to share thoughts and confidence and fear just through eye contact alone, but they remained silent. Through a miracle of miracles, Selah was allowed to hop down to the back of the hangman’s post with nobody making a sound about what they must have seen. Perhaps there was a general assumption that as the Clergyman’s daughter, she had been asked to check the integrity of the rope. And check it she did, as she began using her Father’s own knife to cut that rope from the knot. With that, the noose around her beloved’s neck was as threatening as a necklace. Just in time, as the Executioner pulled the lever just as the rope snapped under the blade. The wooden platform opened underneath Amity’s feet, and instead of dropping her into the lethal care of the noose around her neck, it dropped her foot-first into the dirt that kept the stage connected to the ground. Selah, as the only person who knew what had happened at the end of all motion, quickly bidden that Amity run for her life. She did so, stepping back onto the stage and breaking into a sprint with her savior directly behind her before anybody witness to this absurd resolution could come to understand that their prisoner had escaped. They made it as far as the corner of the Church’s front side before Selah heard the booming, enraged voice of her Father shout out in defiance, demanding the capture of both women. She could tell by the finality of his tone that, within seconds, he had come to terms with the concept of disowning her as his daughter. Both young women ran as fast as their legs and oversized dresses would allow, lifting them up to make more room for their legs to gain greater strides. They seemingly flew in their haste, passing through the wall of trees surrounding the Church and onto the dirt path that led toward their secret rendezvous site, the barn. However, Selah had no plan to simply stay there and wait, for the rampaging and fear-sickened mob behind their pair had kept pace and remained unshakeable. It would be impossible to simply run in and hide, for they would see and corner them. No, they headed there now only out of coincidence and a split second decision to keep running in a single direction. In the minute that it took to get there, stress and despair had played their tricks on both women, making it feel like an hour’s sprint. Amity and Selah both ran around the structure, heading straight into the more heavily-wooded area beyond. They weaved around trees, blew through the brush and kept their balance as they went up and down the variety of grade, doing all they needed to do in order to stay alive as their own friends and family seeked to take their very lives. Even with their numbers, the religious and fear-driven fervor of the Granville lynch mob allowed them to keep pace every step of the way. Despite the will and bravery of both women, the chase came to an abrupt and sudden halt when Amity’s foot caught on a tree root hidden under the thicket that she was trying to step over. Selah turned around to help her back up, reaching out a hand to try to continue their desperate escape, but when Amity tried to reach back and grab it, the slightly older woman suddenly thrust herself down next to her. When the younger opened her mouth to question it, Selah held her finger to her lips in a silent ‘shush’ motion. This compelled Amity to be a bit more aware of their situation. The bodies of both women had managed to fall deep into the thicket, a large bundle of twigs and leaves and vines camouflaging them even though the thorns ripped at their thick clothing. The sound of feet stamping the ground in a herd, a large group moving through the forest, could be heard. From two different directions. As the two women spied from out of the thicket, through the leaves and branches they could see both coming groups, the townspeople of Granville and a roving band of Natives. Both of them recognized from the markings upon the skimpy and revealing- at least, to their own standards- clothing of the savages approaching that they were Mohegan, one of only a few tribes in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Within seconds, both groups had stumbled upon each other. The Natives, having been conducting raids on villages and destroying things that the puritan settlers had been building for decades, could only have sent this group so close to Granville to seek a fight. They were prepared, unlike the villagers whom had only come with a handful of weapons if any. Despite this, the Clergyman continued to lead them all forward. Convinced that numbers and God were on their side, he shouted out “THE LORD BE WITH US!” using the religious fervor that they had used to keep up in their chase with the so-called witches. They closed the distance as Native archers drew their arrows. Selah watched her Father reach for his ornate knife, which she had taken to save Amity. When he drew his hand back and found it empty, his warlord sprint into the fray stopped short, and on his face he showed the most distraught expression that she had ever seen him wear before the other villagers charged ahead and blocked her view. The twang and whistle of bow and arrow filled their ears, seemingly deafening the cries of the villagers as they got half-way to the Natives. Many of those pushing forth suddenly found lengths of wood protruding from their chests and necks, toppling them over only for their dead or dying bodies to be trampled by those whom immediately followed. Selah drew her Father’s knife and held it in her hand, looking down upon it rather than watching more people fall. A tear was shed onto it, but just as her Father had come to terms with losing her, she was able to come to terms with what she was witnessing now. If she were given the choice to change any of this… she would still do it all over again to keep Amity. The younger of the couple kept her eyes up. Another round of arrows flew out from the Native archers, striking and killing another line of villagers. As those behind them again trampled over the fallen, she noticed a particular body come to rest, mangled with broken bones and a twisted and arrow-pierced neck. It was one of the suitors whom had harassed her yesterday. She had to resist the urge to pop out of the thicket and go over to spit on his corpse. Such a move would certainly be their death, so Amity kept her temper in check as the villagers collectively came into striking distance of the Natives. As soon as they did, the dark-skinned savages drew tomahawks and spears, taking on the people of Granville whom were mostly armed with short knives and pointy sticks thanks to their expectation of a public execution before returning home to their muskets. The Natives experienced absolutely no difficulty in countering the knives and fists with their bigger, longer weapons. The entire engagement lasted a withheld handful of minutes. By the end of it, every man who had given chase to the women was dead, save one whom the Natives had surrounded. The Clergyman, he had failed to join the men whom he had rallied once he realized that his weapon had been stolen by his own daughter. He was the only one not to charge. While every other villager was killed in the fight, the Natives merely had to nurse a few wounds. They appeared to be deliberating what to do with him when the elder man began speaking a prayer. Selah watched, unable to hear her Father’s final words, until two of his captors closed in. One of them drew a tomahawk and raised it high, and Selah closed her eyes before she heard the wet ‘thwack!’ of stone cutting through skull. When she opened her eyes again, her Father had already disappeared among the many bodies. It would only be around ten minutes later that the women would be allowed to move again, the Natives taking as they pleased and then moving on. To where, neither could guess. Once all was still and silent and no living soul could be seen beyond the thicket and trees, they slowly rose and began pulling themselves out of the mess of leaves. Both women kept their eyes and ears open, watching closely for any movement that might have represented a threat. Just as their kept their caution, they also kept their curiosity, checking the bodies of their once-fellow villagers. Amity recognized, in turn, one after another the faces of the men whom had tried to doom her. The four whom had pestered her and prevented her from getting away even just for one damned minute of privacy, just to relieve her most natural of needs. Her face flushed as she remembered the heat filling her pantaloons, her desperate move to save the exterior of her dress to hide her mistake from the eyes of anybody that would see the front of it. She remembered the sting of hypocrisy that those same men delivered upon her by calling her a witch specifically because they could not allow her just a mere moment to pass water. In an outburst, she relieved a different kind of urge by spitting upon the cold, lifeless face of each of them in turn. Selah looked down as she passed another corpse, one with a large seam in the head, starting between the eyes and ending somewhere within the scalp. It was her Father, the Clergyman. She stopped in her tracks, staring down at him. She wasn’t sure if she was glaring with contempt or gazing down with acceptance. In the end, did it really matter? She and Amity were both alive, despite his attempts to hunt them down. She remembered, just before this massacre began by his own command, the look upon his face as he realized she’d taken his knife. The despair, no, the betrayal that he had felt. She knew that it was unlike anything she had ever felt and, if she were lucky, would never feel. As much as she wondered now that she may have gone too far, she would even so do it again. Amity came first, no matter what. Even the Lord himself could not change that. His eyes were still open. After a moment’s thought, she kneeled down and placed her hand over her Father’s widened eyes, gently closing the tired lids of a dead old man. As she silently prayed for the Clergyman’s immortal soul, a thought came to her. She considered returning the knife to its sheath, leaving it with its rightful owner, but something nagged at the back of her mind. She felt that she would need it later, and so held on to it. Both women finished giving what “respects” that they were willing to give. Amity started heading back toward the village, expecting her beloved Selah to follow close behind, but instead the latter grabbed her hand and pulled her back. “Amity, we can’t go back that way. The other women of the village will see us returning after ourselves and their husbands ran into the forest. With the men dead as they are now, those women and their children and anyone else whom didn’t follow us will seek vengeance against us, already believing us both to be Witches.” Amity’s face went through multiple phases of expression, starting with shock. Annoyance. Protest. Defiance. Realization. Defeat. And finally, understanding. She nodded solemnly a few seconds after her better half finished her explanation. Both of them would need to head in the opposite direction, leaving Granville forever. Assuming that the village would survive that long without the hard labor that the men provided. With neither supplies nor shelter, they left the one-sided battlefield behind and began travelling east by foot. It took hours of constant walking before the pair even broke the tree line and happened upon a clearing, but it meant nothing more than a few minutes of direct sunlight as the forest resumed about fifty meters away. It was shortly after this break in the trees that they found anything truly interesting. The dirt and rock of the forest floor broke and split open to a fast-running creek, fresh water flowing through the stone-pecked riverbed barely fit to carry a fish through. The women both rushed forward and leaned down to scoop the water out with their bare hands. Bringing handfuls of water to their lips, the pair took their fill until their incredible thirst was slaked. Throats sore from drought became refreshed, even as the scratch remained, a result of their dry stretching being repaired. The younger woman pulled herself away soon after, leaving the elder to look up at her as she continued filling her mouth. Surely she must still be thirsty; they had been walking for most of the day! Her muscles gave a fiercer ache than anything her Father had delivered upon her in childhood, they demanded more. So why had Amity stopped drinking? Selah felt it before she’d thought of it, a buildup of pressure just above her loins. In the stress of the past twenty-four hours, she had failed to notice the pressing signals that her body had been giving her. Given that Amity had been closely watched either by the Jailor, or the Clergyman, or the Jury or even her beloved ever since holding her water to the point that her bladder had failed by over-effort, it was no wonder that she resisted the urge to drink. “Amity… are you… okay?” “Hm? Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” “It’s just… you haven’t, er… You haven’t passed water, since yesterday. Have you?” “Oh, I- Um… what does it matter, Selah?” “Ams, please be wise. You’ve suffered an ordeal yesterday. Your body can’t take what you went through too often. If you need to relieve yourself, you should do so immediately.” “I… I suppose… that you are correct.” Amity shifted from foot to foot, letting her defenses down and showing her need physically. She started undoing the ties that held the dress close to her waist and kept it from becoming loose. Selah decided to join her, the full weight of her own need making itself known once she had realized her stress kept it hidden. By the time Selah had gotten herself down to her undergarments, Amity had bare herself from below the waist and appeared to be straining. Selah realized that the last thing either should be doing in such a position was straining; they should have been more relaxed than anything else. Locking up, she watched her beloved’s nethers, a spot that both women had mutually enjoyed and understood as well and as intimately as their own faces. At the end of a minute, nothing had emerged. “Amity, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you… passing?” “I… I don’t know. I know that this is nothing you’ve never seen, and I’ve done this out in the forest all my life, but my body… it simply refuses to let go.” “Here, lift up and allow me to see.” Selah spoke those words just as she had slipped her pantaloons down to her ankles. She stood back up, letting the dress cover up everything that she had exposed below the waist, and approached her beloved, holding nothing but the purest of intentions for the health of the one she cared for most. Amity obliged and bunched as much of her dress as she could lift up around her breasts. The red-headed woman watched from above the hem as the lovely brunette got an eyeful of every inch below her midriff. “Oh… oh dear.” The slightly distressed voice caused Amity to panic slightly. “W-what? What is it!?” “Your… your stomach, it looks… bloated.” “B-Bloated? What do you mean, how?” “I… I just, I don’t know! I’ve never seen something like this before.” And it was true, in a completely puritan society, a lady would normally never allow themselves to get to a point where they were absolutely bursting for a pee, and the sight of a desperate lady showing their overfilled body was all but impossible. “Amity, I think it’s your… water. You just have to relax and pass it normally.” “I… I can’t. It won’t come out, I’m trying.” Through an epiphany that she couldn’t explain, Selah somehow knew why. It had to have been the humiliation that those damned suitors had put her through, all the death she had just witnessed hours ago, or a combination of everything that had been accosted on her since she’d last gone. Surely, the stress on her body had grown to an extreme and became so deep that each of her muscles refused to relax. Remembering how she felt each time the pair spent the evening together, how she had to desperately fight the onset of sleep for what could have been an hour between their glorious finish and getting up to dress and part from each other for the good of their secret, Selah realized the key to making Amity relax. And so, with the mindset focused on perversion for the good of her lover, she approached the young red-head. “Amity, try to relax and let me work.” She crouched down next to the desperate girl who quickly looked on in confusion. She opened her mouth to respond and question the motives of the older maiden, but was interrupted as a hand flew down to cover her mound. Amity made a sound of surprise and fell backwards, not at all expecting Selah’s erotic mood. Landing upon her back and the dress and pantaloons that she had placed behind her, she groaned slightly from both the shock and the sloshing pain within her bladder. Before she could recover, she found her beloved crawling on her hands and knees into position over her body. Propped up on all fours, the young Clergywoman took on the look of something less Puritan and far more lewd, her dress hanging off her hips and draped over her rear end so as to expose both of their bodies to the open air. At first, Amity showed resistance to the sudden onset of her lovers’ lust-filled advance, not wanting to accept what was about to happen in broad daylight. Her mind had still locked in place the idea that their activities needed to remain in secret, at night, under a roof that was sure to never be visited. But that was when she realized, she had tricked herself without notice into thinking that there was still a secret to be held. They had left town for good, they couldn’t return. Even if someone saw them out here, it could not result in making things worse. And of the handful of people that had seen her sully herself last eve, only one had survived to see her now. She had seen the bodies herself; there was nobody left to judge her and the one who was still alive never would. She practically melted into Selah’s probing hand as she came to terms with the fact that their previous lives were over and done. Selah watched from above the cute face of her lover at first harden, resisting her advance, then slowly soften as she gave in. Once all of the tension in that beautiful Irish-born face vanished, the hand that she had buried between her shapely thighs suddenly exploded in warmth. The feeling came first, but the sound came in the same second- a sharp hiss that emanated from below. Surprised, the brunette pulled her hand away and changed her gaze from the girl below her up to her soaking hand. It dripped and shimmered as though she had just dipped it into the creek, but the slight coloration and scent betrayed its true nature. Amity had just peed on her fingers. Looking back down, she found Amity with eyes shut tight and visibly fighting back tears as her urethra clenched back up in direct response to the realization of what had happened. The elder of the two, feeling neither contempt nor pity for the younger, simply smiled and leaned down to kiss the desperate girl. When their lips connected, the tears threatening to streak down Amity’s face declared an immediate surrender, receding back into her tear ducts or being blinked away. She felt her body beginning that same process of surrender as her subconscious mind finally decided that she was safe to do what she needed to do. Her body began trembling ever so slightly, the show of a shift in her physiology that Selah felt through her lips. Amity’s body tensed from head to toe, only as a final step before her body began its most desperately needed function. Her mouth opened fully, pushing Selah’s lips away and prompting her to pull back, in a massive sigh of true and complete relief as her waters began flooding out, producing a hiss that would have been deafening had they not both accepted this outcome. Selah leaned up, getting to her knees to watch as a thick stream gushed out from the delicate cleft of the maiden’s nethers. By the grace of the Lord, she had somehow been given the impossible possibility to watch a woman pass water, a right that to her knowledge no man, husband or otherwise, had ever carried. Just that fact alone made her feel strangely giddy. As she watched the deluge of pent-up urine flow from the slit of the woman she cared for above all else, Selah remembered the previous evening that she had spent alone. She remembered most of all the purity and clarity that she’d felt after shedding every scrap of cloth that she’d worn. Wanting that feeling above all else at this moment, she reached down and drew her dress upward, pulling the hem above her head and revealing her own body to Amity’s gaze, had she happened to look during the stupor of her incredible relief. She pulled it up and began pushing it off, hoping to get her outfit removed entirely in one motion. Just as planned, friction drew her shirt off of her torso along with the dress, and so she was able to remove everything. In a fluid move, she kneeled sans dress, sans undershirt, sans pantaloons before her lover, absolutely bare for the sun to shine down upon for the first time in her life. When she looked down at Amity again, she had her arms and legs splayed pointlessly outward from her center, eyes pointed upward and mouth hanging open, panting as though she’d just run the length between Granville and Boston, to and back again without stopping. The dirt between her spread legs had turned to mud already, yet she had not stopped nor slowed down her long-overdue piss, still going strong enough to create a short but thick arch. Indeed, she must have been truly suffering, even though the discipline of their Puritan heritage kept her from displaying her need until Selah pointed out that she need not hide it. Even though Amity’s dress was still being worn and the hem was in danger of getting stained, the stream arched clear over it and left it entirely dry. Watching the display made Selah’s crotch dampen with another kind of fluid- one that, as she’d discovered in the time spent with Amity, equaled a heightened desire for sex- although the scene also reminded her that she too would need to pass water soon, as she had not done so since shortly before the escape from Granville. Still, seeing the awe-inspiring infinite fountain emerging below would surely put her need to utter shame. Eventually, after what felt like a certain eternity, Amity’s bladder had finally diminished, allowing her arch of gold to become short and thin before dribbling down her naked slit and marking the back of her dress with a pale yellow stain. Even with her body fully emptied and satisfied, she remained in the same position, panting and unmoving until Selah deliberately grabbed her attention. “Oh, Ams?” She’d said in a sing-song voice. It was enough to make the tired young woman crane her neck up and open her eyes again. And the sight she was gifted with was enough to take her breath away even as she panted for more air. Not only was Selah naked as the day she was born, but she had taken it a step further by taking a finger of each hand to each side of her labia, and parted them. Without the dim night time moonlight, it was easy to see the soft pink interior of her vagina, and it was only a foot or two away from her face. Before she could say anything however, that same icon of what made her woman truly a woman began leaking a clear fluid in spurts. Amity almost questioned the odd liquid until it emerged at a faster, steady pace. Just as she had a moment ago, Selah was relieving herself right before her very eyes. It was almost surreal to, not only watch someone pass their water right in front of her, but to do so out of sheer desire rather than absolute necessity- the sight that she had given to Selah just seconds ago. The image captivated the red-head, wondering if this was the same glorious, seemingly holy image that she had given to her beloved just now. Emerging with a hiss that paled in comparison to her own, Amity knew that she’d had no dire need to do this; it was purely a want to please her. That thought alone, that Selah was willing to break any taboo just to make her feel better, made her mouth go dry again. As she watched, she slowly started undoing all that was left of her own dress. It came off easily enough, leaving her in her undershirt which she pulled over her head as swiftly as she could without breaking her neck. Joining her in her jovial nudity, Amity tossed all of her clothing aside with no consideration for where it went or if she would be getting it back later. She was far too entranced to plan for what comes later. Right now, there was a naked woman before her that required, nay, deserved her touch.
  3. rachelkirwan

    SYO 09 - Wetting and Plot

    Version

    934 downloads

    This is an hour long movies + with a plot, a schoolgirl is harassed by her Gym coach who makes her wet herself, she accidentally kills him and well the story goes on, filled with wetting. Good fun..

    Free

  4. File Name: SYO 09 - Wetting and Plot File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 27 Feb 2012 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips This is an hour long movies + with a plot, a schoolgirl is harassed by her Gym coach who makes her wet herself, she accidentally kills him and well the story goes on, filled with wetting. Good fun.. Click here to download this file