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I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.

Annie could hear the rustling of keys outside her apartment door, alongside Madison's annoyed grunts as the door stuck fast on the chain. She hastily turned the screen of her desktop off and ran to the door; Madison's red face was staring through the small gap. "Hey cutie, what's your hurry?" she teased, giving a smug smile. Madison's legs, in jean shorts like usual, were twisted together tightly. "Take a fucking guess, Annie, now open the door" Madison hissed through gritted teeth. "I ain't in a guessing mood babe, you know I hate quiz shows; so tell me." Madison groaned loudly "I really fucking have to piss, the review at college overran by like 30 minutes, and now my bladder is gonna explode." Annie nodded, her interested peaked by her girlfriend's sexy words. "And why didn't you just go to your apartment instead of breaking down my door?" This time it was Madison who smiled "Because I knew you wanted to watch. And your apartment is closer to the lift." Annie had never been quicker to lift the chain. The door quickly slammed open as Madison threw herself in. "Took you bloody long enough." Madison immediately went into a frantic pee dance, holding herself tight and prancing around from foot to foot. "That is hot as hell but slightly ridiculous looking," remarked Annie. "Yeah" replied Madison, her dance stopping for a moment "well it sure beats exploding as soon as I stepped through your door; never mind you would have wanted me too." Annie shrugged and tilted her head "You know me too well, Madison." "Are we gonna banter here until I burst, or am I pissing now?" Madison sounded urgent as she waited for an answer. "Keep holding, Madison, I got something to show ya." Annie beckoned her GF to follow her and hoped into the swivel chair at her desk. "Hurry up, Annie, or I won't have any choice on where it comes out." Annie turned her computer screen back on. Displayed on the monitor was a note. I booked us a special treat over the summer break. "Uh-huh, and what might this "special treat" be?" Asked Madison, her white underwear now slightly damp as she began to leak. Annie wagged a finger "It's a surprise for now." Madison huffed "Fine, can go pee myself now?" Annie swivelled around to get a good view "You can go now." "Finally" Madison moaned in relief as she let her bladder drain into her shorts. The blue denim became saturated with liquid as Madison let hours worth of held pee out. Streams fell from the leg holes and splattered against the floor, and her trainers were soaked with warmth. Both girls were breathing heavily, hormones racing through their bodies. "You getting horny as well?" panted Madison. "Yeah" was Annie's blunt reply. "Well, let me finish with this first" Madison gestured at the urine pouring out of her shorts. "Not a fucking chance," replied a lust-filled Annie. She tackled her still wetting girlfriend onto the bed to begin a fun-filled evening. Sorry for it being so short.

Author’s note: Hi guys happy International Star Wars Day. This year I wanted the try out something different and that being writing a story in honour of International Star Wars Day. Now please enjoy my story and I’ll be looking forward seeing everybody’s reaction to it. Story takes place in Attack Of The Clones and is located in Naboo Story: On a quiet and cold night in Naboo, Jedi Anakin Skywalker was spending time with Senator Amidala. Padmè the once Queen of Naboo slept completely nude in the royal castle, now if she was still the Queen tonight would ruin her reputation. It was 3:00 in Naboo time when she woke up completely sweating and warm. She wanted to find out why she was very hot and by her amaze, she saw that she pissed the bed. She looked for her friend, Anakin but he was nowhere in sight, he wasn’t even sleeping next to her. He was gone! Just the she heard a toilet flushing and it was Ani, he came back to sleep again and she told him want she did. “Ummmm.... Anakin I made a mess in the bed.. I pissed myself.” Anakin was astounded by this, he quickly had an erection and hid it form her. He took of his pants and went in naked so it doesn’t get wet and her comforted her in bed. A few hours later, it was morning and Padmè woke with a aching bladder she tried getting out of bed, but it hurt her every time. She didn’t want to wet the bed again so she got up even know it was killing her and raced outside. She walked straight to the bathroom, she was so desperate to go, but she couldn’t help it, she really needed to clog it to give her extra holding time. She remembers one of her friends telling her to keep your hand wedged in between your legs and strongly press onto your private parts. She really had to go, she was so bloated. Her bladder was stretched out and held more than her limit and she really really had to go. Now just barely near the bathroom door she started sweating, her bladder felt like a bomb just waiting to go off and cause a big explosion or a volcano eruption. Her volcano was about to erupt in any moment, so she better make a move on. She made it there’s the bathroom door, she’s gonna make it! Padmè reached for the door, but to her excitement it was locked. There were more bathrooms in here, but she’ll never make it there. It started erupting small glistening drops of pee ran out of her tired pussy and onto the floor. It scared her so much, which leaved a terrified look on her face, she stared at the vista of outside and there the idea came to mind. She opened the backyard door and ran as far as she could to a big long tree and she did this with her hands holding herself. Just when she got to the tree a jet of hot piss shot out of her pussy and fell into her hands, she was crumbling apart, if she didn’t make it now then she would wet herself. Senator Amidala let go and walked the final steps towards the tree and popped a squat and started peeing, the glistening hot warmth made her turned on. She did it with a smile on her face, you can tell she liked it, she opened her eyes and spotted Anakin just about a few meters away but could see the ordeal’s demise crystal clear, he got really turned on by it. He had to hide a big erection from her because he secretly has a wetting fetish. Padmè terrified of her boyfriend caught her relieving herself, she walked to him and could easily spot his erection and they went back inside. The next minute the two of the were having sex, the Senator had a grin on her face every time, simply meaning she’s enjoying it. They eventually stopped and went back to sleep, but Padmè didn’t because she wanted to know if her boyfriend gets turned on by her wetting herself. To Be Continued...

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*hey. Just going to start this with a disclaimer that i’m doing this partially out of boredom and that I only plan on continuing this if enough people reply to make it interesting. So if it takes 3 days to finish character creation because only one or two people answer it might die. So even if you don’t care what happens comment and contribute.* Welcome to the world’s horniest role playing game. The rules are simple, whenever a check is made, roll 2d6. If it’s less than your skill plus any modifiers it’s a pass, otherwise it fails. In apposed checks, if both succeed, the winner is the one that rolled lowest under their skill plus modifiers. The rest will be explained if it comes up. first character name. You pick this in your comment and the best sounding one will be chosen. Sex. Yes! Oh you mean character sex. This book contains rules for playing female characters only, for male characters, please refer to the Dongs and Dickery expansion. Species. The following species are available as player races. Humans: The most common race in the world. +1 HP at start. Elves: Nimble and agile folk of the forest. Slow aging and naturally gifted in magic, but physically frail. Their bodies develop slowly, their may have an adult mind and stature while parts of their physiology lag behind. Leading to a embarrassing stereotype that young adult elves lack proper bladder control. +1 Agility, +1 Charisma, -1 Build. -1 to continence saves from damage. + to stealth Beast folk: Strong willed and strong bodied people of a warrior culture. They possess animalistic qualities such as claws and horns, but mostly look like humans. They are not well liked in much of the world while others view them as respected and powerful warriors. +1 Build, +1 Will, -2 Charisma. +1 to Will saves against fear Beast folk all have a natural urge to mark territory resulting from centuries of warfare between tribes over territory. When they smell urine from a predatory animal or from another Beast Folk they do not recognize, they must make a continence save at a -4 penalty or become desperate. After race is chosen, we choose stats. You have the following ability scores to put into these 5 stats 4,5,6,7,8 Agility: Your ability to move quickly and silently, as well as use ranged and light weapons. Your armor is equal to this when you don’t have anything else. Build: Your ability to move, push, or otherwise push your weight around. It also measures the general strength and health of your body. It’s used for melee weapon attacks. Most continence saves are made using this stat. Your max bladder size is also calculated using double this value. So keep it high if you want things to stay dry... or don’t. Charisma: Your skill that lets you lie, talk your way out of situations, or talk someone into situations. Usually very fun ones. The kind you don’t tell your parents about. Enough said Will: Willpower. What you use to stop from being sacred, scare people, use magic, etc. It’s involved in continence saves involving fear. Intelligence: Used to know about history, science, magic, etc. You need this to be high if you want to be a wizard. For your comment just list the five stats in your order of importance. Those will be tallied up and stats will be distributed accordingly. Class is the only thing left. Just pick one of these based on stats and what you want for the story. The most popular class will be decided based on the vote. Rogue Sneaky, silent, and treasure focused. Main Stat Agility Build + 3 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in light weapons rogue skills: stealth, pick pocketing, exploration, and assorted other skills get a +1 bonus Leather armor (agility +1 armor) Dagger (Light, 1d6 damage), or a bow Fighter A martial warrior with good offense. Main ability: Build Build + 5 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in all weapons and armor Art of the sword: +1 to all attack rolls Half Plate (7 armor) Medium weapon (d8 damage) and a shield (+1 armor against some attacks), or a heavy weapon (1d10 damage) Sorcerous Powerful magic users. Main ability: Intelligence Build + 2 HP Will + 6 Mana Learned Expertise: +1 to all Int skill checks 5 random spells Cleric Servants of higher powers that fight for good (or evil) and purity (or not). Main ability: Will Build +4 HP Will + 4 Mana Servant of the Gods: you are liked by others of your religion. +1 to saves against fear. Proficiency with all armor and light weapons. Half Plate (7 armor) Mace (1d6 damage) and a shield (+1 armor) 3 Random spells + Cure Bard This is where I would have it a flowery description, but you know what these guys are about Main ability: Charisma Build + 4 HP Will + Charisma Mana Persuasive Bastard: +1 to all checks using Charisma. Proficiency in Light armor and all weapons Leather Armor (Agility +1 Armor) Rapier (Light, 1d6 damage), Longsword (1d8 damage) 4 Random spells Now just vote for your favorite. Hope you all have fun! What you want to know other mechanics? Those will be explained later, just vote. It’s more fun that way.

This is Chapter One of a larger story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. -- On Travelling Light "When hiking in the wilderness, one should always travel light." It was a wise and time-tested adage, but as Alexander Privost was about to learn, there was more than one way the piece of traditional wisdom should be heeded. When the morning sun came filtering through the tropical treetops and onto the thin fabric of the tent, Alex was awoken with two thoughts. The first was the wonderfully warm and humid weather, along with a uniquely heavy and lethargic feeling to his body, which together was very conducive to him staying in his bedroll and sleeping a bit longer; the second was that he was not alone. He thankfully remembered shortly after exactly why. -- He'd been between expeditions, nursing a drink in an open-air bar near the port, and trying to plot the best route to his next destination, a fishing town near a freshwater lake several miles up north. The young adult tabby was no novice adventurer and if his gearpack and rough clothing didn't tell the tale, his lithe and fit body surely would. Between sips, he'd found the stool next to his occupied by a rather attractive young lynx. He'd thought nothing of it at first, until she rather pointedly leaned in to pore over his map, quietly remarking, "Don't take the trade road. There's a team of highwaymen working right around here," she indicated a blind curve on the map with a light drag of her foreclaw, "and they've paid off the local patrols." Normally, Alex have been annoyed by the blasé interruption, but her perception and helpful recommendation gave him pause. She beamed at him with eager green eyes and an energetic smile when he lifted his gaze from the map. "Penelope," she chimed. "Call me Penny." He gently, perhaps a little unsurely, shook her proffered hand. "Alexander. Alex. You've uh... got a pretty keen eye. Are you local?" She shook her head, long locks of black hair shimmering in the strong afternoon sun. "No. Not, natively, anyway. I was born on a merchant ship," She chuckled. "Traveling is in my blood, I've been doing it as long as I could walk, though, and this is one of my favorite ports." She patted Alex's travel pack, which sat on the floor between them. "Forgive me, I saw your gear and the map and I just couldn't help myself." Alex gave a good-natured chuckle and leaned over the map, circling the bend in the road she'd pointed out with a charcoal pencil and leaning back. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked. "It's the least I could do for your help." Penny raised her eyebrows, cordial smile curling into a coy grin. "Tell you what, if you buy us dinner I could help you a lot more than that." Afternoon wore on to evening, finding them moved on from the bar to a tavern on the docks. A collection of maps and charts intermingled upon a back booth table with several empty plates and bowls, and a couple empty tankards of mead. The maps were covered in charcoal pencil marks, outlining a path through the wilderness to the destination he'd planned; some shortcuts, some detours, and some resting places. The trip would take the better part of a day and a half, but the eager and provably expert young lynx knew her stuff. Alex hiccupped and burped quietly, and reflected that he had sure enough paid for dinner... but Penny had paid for the second and third helpings, of which he'd had the majority share. How he'd managed that, he wasn't quite sure, but he had a faint recollection of some food finding its way to his mouth without the use of his own hands. Penny chuckled, arms behind her head across the booth from Alex, eyes half-lidded and that now familiar smirk gracing her maw again. "Well, I suppose we should be glad we plotted a more challenging route than the main road. We've got some calories to burn off." Alex gave his own sheepish grin, the full weight of his consumption manifesting in a slowly dawning sensation of acute fullness and a touch of embarrassment, a single hand gingerly cradling his middle. Penny sensed his apprehension and began rolling up the maps, carefully stowing them in her own travel pack. "What say we get some shuteye? I have a feeling we're both gonna need some time to sleep it off and we need to set out early." Alex nodded, before realizing he'd failed to book a room. He'd planned to after charting his route at the bar, but Penny had proven to be very distracting. Very distracting. Almost as distracting as the fact that the lynx had taken the tabby's hand, guiding him out the door and into the cool costal night air. The idea that the lynx had cunningly coaxed his solo expedition into a trip for two didn't even dawn on him. As they trodded on down the moonlit streets of the sleeping town, he did, however, think to protest. Things were moving quickly - and not just literally, given the brisk pace they took wasn't easing the aching fullness in his tummy - but he'd just met the girl this afternoon. She wasn't unattractive; in fact, the way her youthful, curved figure moved in the silhouette of the blue-gold moonlight, and the way her hair sparkled in a way that almost made it blend with the distant inky waves of the ocean certainly helped with his unease, but Alex was a travel-wise cat. He had the uncanny feeling he was being led into a trap. He finally let his training win out, and as he opened his mouth to protest, he realized they'd already been past the front desk of a fairly reputable inn, paid for the night, and were halfway through the door of one of the upstairs rooms. Perhaps, he figured, he'd let himself get into trouble. He'd been in worse, after all. What followed was fairly predictable. They made small talk on the bed for a couple minutes before Penny unbuttoned her linen top, while Alex turned down the gas lamps with an outstretched arm. They made love once, fumbled around a little, then again, although perhaps a little less frantically than two people their age and vim normally would. Alex's stomach still was badly full, and each time he got a little too lost in the throes of mating, it reminded him with a groan and twinge of ache. Penny had done most of the work, he decided to himself honestly at the end and collapsed into the mattress, exhausted. Within a few minutes, he was deep asleep, and his body finally found peace enough to focus on the task at hand. Penny, however, was wide awake and watching. Once she was sure he was asleep, she scooted a little closer to him, and carefully lifted his top. He was laying on his back; his stomach protruded decently, but not outlandishly so below his ribs - the cat's light and agile frame was not accustomed to the amount of food he'd forced down, even if his active lifestyle did mean he occasionally had a fairly high caloric intake. It grumbled and churned restlessly between his breaths, and after a few moments, she could resist no longer, laying next to him and resting her head right on top of it - gently at first, so as not to wake him, but then easing the weight on until she was comfortable, listening to his stuffed tum squeeze and digest the meal(s) within. Admittedly, however, her thoughts weren't quite in the present. No, she was rather thinking of the days ahead, and with those thoughts in mind, she finally began to drift off to sleep. Alex awoke first, but the hefty groan that squeezed its way out of his maw ensured Penny followed shortly after. He felt like he'd ingested a particularly dense and roughly as ornery stone, and the lynx laying half-atop him certainly wasn't helping his gumption to rise. Mercifully, however, she rose, bare breasts and slim body lit from behind by the grey-blue, fickle glow of the distant sunrise approaching from beyond the horizon. Even he couldn't quite help cracking a half way, crooked smile. She returned the look with an amorous, sleepy grin, tail batting coyly on the mattress. "I'd letcha keep looking," she said, unsubtly arching her back, "but we need to get a move on if we're going to make time." He gave a playful protest in the form of another groan, but began to wrestle his own nude frame out of bed, eventually standing bare and stretching. She took her return on investment gazing at his shapely, round rear for as long as it took for him to get some shorts on, then set to work getting herself dressed. A few minutes later, they headed back downstairs and onto the patio to have breakfast before departing, laying the maps out once again to review the path. They'd follow the North road out of town, but only as far as a mile or two before detouring onto an old hunting trail, and into the dense forest from there. Alex was still mildly suffering from the generous portion or three that he'd packed down the night before, but his stomach was empty, and breakfast being the most important meal of the day (besides lunch and dinner,) he took a generous portion of fresh eggs and salted meats with coffee. Penny supped on eggs on toast and some tea. After both taking their fill, they packed and set out. Grey-blue turned to violet and gold, the sun cresting the hills behind them as they crossed the town's border. Ahead of them, a major dirt road about three motor-carriages wide wound before them, lined on either side by rough weeds and grass, and then by ancient, towering, and dense redwoods. The lynx led the way with the tabby not far behind, admiring her natural bounce with each step as they paced on. The going was easy despite the slight grade as they climbed a lazy knoll that marked their approach to the foothills of the King Mountains. Penny hummed a rhythm to the padding of her feet that Alex found merry, and after a time, he paused. "What song is that? I've never heard it before." She glanced behind herself for a moment, not stopping her pace. "It's a tune that the steamer hands have picked up recently, it's been stuck in my head since I got in to port last week." She turned her head forward, singing boldly with a bellow that Alex was surprised a body like hers could produce, "There were two lofty ships from old 'Ellen came, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; One was the Prince of Windward, and the other Prince of Dames, Cruising down along the coast of the High Palm Tree. " 'Aloft there, aloft!' our jolly boatswain cries, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; 'Look ahead, look astern, look aweather and alee, Look along down the coast of the High Palm Tree.' " Alex hummed along as she continued and he had time to pick up the tune, and before he knew it, they'd left the road and were into the trailhead. Purple yellow turned to verdant hues as the rising sun became sheltered below the canopy and scattered by the low grass around them, songbirds and the whisper winds of the tall trees filling the soundscape around them. The pace went from even and rhythmic to more deliberate and jaunty, following the lynx over roots, around fallen logs, and through tight clearings where the greens threatened to reclaim the long untended trail. It was about then that Alex realized he might have a problem. With every jaunt and swing, he could feel his laden insides bounce and lurch, throwing off his balance and making him acutely aware of how much he'd ingested. He was also fairly aware of a lingering unease within as his meal from the night before continued southward, weighing down somewhere behind his bellybutton. Despite his active lifestyle and decent appetite, the tabby knew he'd grossly overindulged and would be paying for it soon. "Hey!" Alex perked. Penny had stopped about a quarter cable ahead, arms folded, tail coiling and uncoiling behind her. "Slowpoke, we'll never make it to the marker before sundown at this rate." The tabby picked up the pace, joining her after a moment of awkward jogging or two. "Something bothering you? ...Eat too much?" Alex nodded sheepishly, not quite noticing the half-singsong tone she'd taken on the last half of her inquiry. An inquisitive index finger of the lynx's found and prodded Alex's mostly unguarded belly, eliciting a grumpy "Hey!" from him. She retorted with a precocious growl-chuckle, chasing it with a "Hey nothing, you. C'mon, work it off!" And with that, she set off again at a brisk pace, and gritting his teeth, Alex followed, along with his burdened belly. Things didn't get much easier from there. Light groans and shifts from within Alex's belly turned longer, deeper, and lower, and before long he was beginning to feel gassy. Digestion was taking its toll on the cat, and as the minutes dragged into the better part of an hour, he could swear he was heavier than he was when he'd set off on the hike. Another problem was beginning to brew as well, literally; the coffee he'd drank earlier had sunk through his body and was filling his bladder. A tense, dull tingling inside reminded him of it with each footfall. Mercifully, they reached their first checkpoint on the map - the ruins of a temple from ages long past. Nestled against a cliff and largely hidden by the growing thickness of the trees surrounding them, the mist from the canopy intermingled whimsically with the remains of its clay roof. They found a relatively safe spot to sit, rest, stretch, and in Alex's case, fidget. Penny sensed his restlessness and scooted closer to him and rub his shoulders. "Feeling any better?" Alex shook his head. "I feel like my entire body is out of rhythm. I might need to take a break soon." Penny feigned ignorance, leaning in to nuzzle at the left side of his cheek. "We are taking a break, silly." Alex huffed. "Not that kind of break." His gut let out a low bubbling to punctuate his statement. The lynx giggled and let her hands drop to Alex's tummy and give it a couple pats. "Poor boy." Alex smiled sheepishly, and Penelope stood up and stretched. "Well, I suppose I could take a leak, myself. Ladies first~!" She stood and wandered off out of sight before he could protest. She slunk behind the stonework of the structure, dropping her trousers and squatting, letting the leaves and grass tickle her rear, before sighing out and letting her stream flow gently from her body. A mild mist rose from below her as it tinkled and trickled betwixt the plants under her butt, pooling in a natural divot in the dirt a couple feet away. While she did her business, she marveled at the natural beauty of the ornate grey and white stone - hewn with primitive tools into ornate columns and arches - and how nature intermingled in vines and sprouts in the absence of its founders and caretakers. She took a minute to work out her plans for the day - not of traveling, they had those plans down pat - but her rather more dubious ones with her traveling companion. She could read his body language pretty well - his body was obviously working its way through his massive intake and preparing to rid itself of the excess, she mused, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity, so she pondered a little on how she could manage to keep him ripe and bottom heavy. A devious idea struck her, and she chewed on her lower lip a little as her stream dwindled to a stop. She hiked up her shorts but left the top two buttons deliberately undone as she made her way back up to the temple. Alex was a little disoriented to say the least. The weight and bloating in his guts curled ever lower and grew in noise and discomfort with each passing minute, and the anticipation of coming relief wasn't helping. He jumped a bit when Penny tapped his shoulder. "Jeez. We should be glad you followed my advice, daydreamer, or those bandits would have eaten you for breakfast." He managed a bashful smile. "My turn?" Alex asked sarcastically, rising gingerly and wincing as his guts redistributed the weight within him with an audible, thick gurgle. He wasn't expecting Penny to reply with a "Maybe~" and a soft peck to his lips. The tabby didn't quite understand, and figured perhaps she was trying to be funny or flirty, but when he tried to pass her after returning her smooch distractedly, she stepped back in front of him, both hands gripping - gently, but with a sense of importance - his hips. "...Penny?" He asked. "I uh, gotta go. Can this wait?" Penny leaned in, chewing her lower lip a little again, and finally pushed through her own hesitation to breathe heavily into his ear, "Can I help?" Alex didn't know what to make of what she'd said beyond that her tone awoke a primal feeling within, more powerful than his bloated bowels and needy bladder, starting somewhere in his loins and working up his spine with youthful, lustful fire. He gave her the off-balance look of confused arousal and hoped it could convey his feelings - and in a way, it did, leaving Penelope to hook a confident finger into the hem of his shorts and lead him down and off into the greens a ways. Suitably, they came to stop at a particularly broad (and to Alex, deeply inviting) tree. As Penny let go of Alex's shorts and slipped behind him, his bladder suddenly felt more full... needier, too, probably because of the natural place of relief right in front of him. Penny let her arms drape around his sides, nipping at his neck as she undid his shorts and let them drop to his feet... but not his underwear. Alex let out a whimper, half out of lust, half out of urgency as his knees drew inward and his hips began to shift and squirm. He pleaded in a voice very unlike his usually confident nature, "Penny...? I really need to go, seriously..." The only reply he got was the same aroused tone she'd given him, washing into his ear with a heat and melody he swore was unnatural, "I know~." Her clawtips found the hem of his underclothes, and she gently, slowly worked them down, his cock bouncing free from its confines in the open air, confidently already at half-mast. Thankfully, his own thudding heart and now badly full and very eager to empty bladder kept it from standing fully and preventing him from urinating, and with his underwear joining his shorts around his ankles, the soft pads of the lynx's paws gently, softly... warmly clasped his length. He let out a nervous whimper, his resolve to hold his urine back weakening with each moment, and he was acutely aware now he wasn't being fellated... no, he was being aimed. Still, something was stopping him from watering the tree in front of him, and a needy bubbling from deep within reminded him... it wasn't just his bladder that was full. He opened his mouth, fumbling for words as one does when they've never been a position remotely needing them before, "Penny? I, uh... You might not want to stand behind me, I..." Penny cut him off. "I know, cutie. Whatever happens, happens, but you'd better not dirty my clothes~." Alex gave an urgent groan. He had no choice in the matter, anymore anyway, and with a distinct sensation of losing his grip on his bladder, a stream burst forth from the tip of his length, uneven and weak at first, but within moments gushing so powerfully the backsplash from the tree trunk was lightly tickling their feet. But inevitably, as one does when they've been sealed up for so long, Alex felt a familiar tickling as the very base of his butt, and despite forcing his stream to a stop with a rather admittedly girlish whine, it resumed heedless of his commands, and with it, a rather long and heavy fart burst from his rear. The gas that had been trapped and mixing in his belly simply wouldn't be denied any longer, and with his limited control of his lower muscles, it finally forced its way to freedom, warming penny's lap and dissipating, mercifully, into the gentle open breeze. He squinted his eyes shut and grit his teeth, hoping an apologetic groan would be enough, sure he was going to lose control of his butt at the same time that he was draining the lake between his hips, but thankfully his trumpeting dwindled to a stop on its own. Penny gave his bare ass a couple pats with one hand in a lewdly reassuring sort of way, and the rather humiliated tabby continued to hose the tree in front of him with pee for a good half-minute before his stream eased shakily to a stop. They stood there for a short while, panting, hearts pounding, and bodies leaning against each other for a short while. The secret was out, and although Alex was still confused and guessing at exactly why Penny was doing what she did, he found he had way less of an apprehension about it than he'd imagined he would. That was, until he felt her hand glide down his thigh and start to pull his underclothes back up. His guts heaved in protest with a very audible, deep rumbling and penny could feel his butt squeeze tightly against her hips, a laborious groan tumbling from his maw. "Penny, no, I still gotta..." She gave his ear a good nip and pulled up his underclothes and shorts the rest of the way, fumbling with the catches until they were snug against his still burdened belly. She gently turned him to face her, and the look on her face instantly weakened his resolve to pull free. Lust was spelled across her expression in text plainer than any print, her half-lidded eyes searching his, heavy, slow breathing eliciting little trills from her nose as she chewed visibly on her lower lip. She leaned in, kissing him so hard he had to lean forward to stop them both stumbling or falling backwards into the generous pond he'd just made, and kissed back, both expressing their mutual arousal in little heated vocalizations. A lot of understanding was exchanged in the moment without the use of any words, until they finally broke the kiss. Penny spoke first, after a moment of light fumbling. "I uh... I know you gotta, but..." She let one palm gently, lightly caress his belly. "Can you go without for a bit?" Alex didn't question it any further, it didn't matter to him why she wanted it, it was more a matter of whether he could, now. He glanced down at his gut as if a look could evaluate how much longer he could go without a proper bathroom break; Penny kissed his forehead in encouragement. His insides were heavy and full, but with the immediate gas pressure off his rear, he did definitely feel better. "I... I could, but I don't know for how long." Penny nodded. "There's a river by our first camping spot, a couple hours from here. Could you... would you make it there?" She gave him another of her looks, and it occurred to him they were becoming his favorite. Still, his weighted middle reminded him of its presence. If not for her, he'd have squatted and made himself a fair amount lighter a long time ago. "...I'll try. No promises. And only because you asked." His tone had a genuine warning edge, his guts felt traitorous. "And you're responsible if I can't." Penny pushed herself into another kiss, tail flicking with excitement. She broke the kiss after a moment, giving Alex's belly a gentle pat and admiring the deep thump it gave it response. "Well, we'd better get going, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner you'll get to go!" And with that they set off, the pace decidedly less eager and more deliberate despite Alex's disproportionate want to make the destination even more expediently than before. Penny took up the rear this time, occasionally stumbling over roots because of how intently she was staring at the shapely, bouncing, and needy ass of her travel partner.

Hey guys, got a little bored so decided to write a short story. Hope you guys find it enjoyable. He walked through the door and I noticed he was flustered. He was murmuring to himself; I couldn’t hear what he was saying but I could tell he was frustrated. I paid it little mind, I was busy cooking our dinner, besides, I just figured he’d had a bad day at work which was a pretty common occurrence. I stirred the pasta and listened to him removing his shoes and placing his keys on the hook. I called out a greeting which went unheard. I’m not having that, I thought to myself. Its one thing being in a mood, but another thing altogether blanking your girlfriend. “Did you not hear, I said hello?” I called out sarcastically. Again, he didn’t respond. I turned the heat down on the pasta and walked into the hallway. He had gone upstairs, in quite a hurry by the sounds of it. I felt it was pointless calling out again if he was just going to ignore me, so I followed him upstairs. I checked our bedroom and there was no sign, I checked my office space, no sign. I called out again, this time asking where he had gotten to, he simply called back with “bathroom”. Here we go, I thought to myself, gunna be one of those nights. “I haven’t seen you all day, it would be nice to even just say hello when you get back in from work” I was feeling a little agitated, this kind of attitude really grinds my gears. “I’ll be out in a second” he called from behind the door. It sounded like he was getting changed to me. Why get changed in the bathroom though? “baby, what’s going on? I know something has happened, this isn’t just another bad day at the office, please, just come out and talk to me” I guessed it was pointless but I can be stubborn and I really don’t like it when he ignores me. “Just give me a minute, please. I’m not trying to be obtuse, it’s just I don’t want you getting the wrong end of the stick” Okay, this is beginning to worry me now, I thought to myself. Has he been with another woman? Is that why he’s looked himself away? To give himself an opportunity to get rid of her scent. If that is the case, he may as well stay in there, because there is no way in hell, he’s coming anywhere near me. “You’re worrying me now, please just come out” i probably sounded a lot less angry than I was deep inside. I find it is often best to stay calm on the outside, that can save a lot of trouble and strife. “look, I’m sorry, it’s just…” I heard his voice breaking slightly and he took a big deep breath before finishing his sentence. “just what? I’m your girlfriend please don’t keep me in the dark. Whatever it is I want to help” “look, truth is….. ahh. Look the truth is I’ve pissed myself. Okay” Did I hear right? Did he just say he’s pissed himself? Surely not? “babe I’m sorry I didn’t hear what you said” my voice pleaded ignorance, I was ninety percent sure of what he said, I just wanted confirmation. “I’ve pissed myself” okay, that time I heard him. Oh boy. How do I play this? Calm and soothing? Say nothing and let him simmer down and then talk about it? Is he too embarrassed to talk about it? Maybe that’s it. Maybe he’s too embarrassed, he has no reason to be, as much as anything else, it happens, he is only human. Or do I tell him the truth: which is when I heard those three words, my knickers became wet with excitement? “Okay babe come out he bathroom, please. I wanna be with you right now, not stuck at the other side of a door” There was a pause. He didn’t say anything, and I wondered if he ever would say anything, I guess this kind of thing is harder for some people to deal with than others. But at the very least, I wanted to be with him in this moment, not for my benefit, but for his. The truth is I have fantasised about this for a long time, he knows nothing about it, I’ve kept it very private. As much as I love this sorta thing, our sex life has been fine without it, I haven’t seen the need to rock the boat and potentially make things awkward between us. However, in this moment, I had regretted not saying anything. Not for my own gratification, but because I believed that having this knowledge in this moment of time would have made it easier for him. If he knew how I felt, then maybe he would not have run upstairs to hide, and he would have just passed it off and forgotten about it. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, I guess. Eventually the door opened, and he stepped out. His dark blue jeans were soaked from crotch to ankle. His junk was bulging slightly against his fly, not surprising given he is well hung. I looked him up and down and it just made me super horny. I asked him to turn around, I made it sound like I was doing an inspection rather than just enjoying the view. Oh boy, hiss ass was soaked too. Guess he lost control in the car then? He turned back to face me. He didn’t seem embarrassed, which made his behaviour seem even more unusual. I moved close to him and hugged him tight. He really did smell of pee, but that was fine, I liked that, it just turned me on even more. After a few moments I stepped back and looked him up and down again, this isn’t a view I’ll forget easily, I thought to myself. I looked him in the eye and told him it was alright; he didn’t say anything. So, I asked him what happened. “I left work, I had been drinking a lot of coffee, I got stuck in traffic and it was just too much for me, I lost it a few miles away” Don’t get me wrong, I felt bad for him, I truly did, but this was my fantasy coming true and I was struggling to contain my own emotions. I could feel my pussy throbbing, I just wanted him inside me so bad in that moment. Screw it, I thought, I’m going for broke. I moseyed up to him and grabbed his manhood. He looked at me with surprise written all over his face, but he didn’t back away. I kissed him on the cheek and looking straight into his eyes I began rubbing his penis up and down. He was getting hard; girlfriend powers win again. I zipped his fly down. He was wearing briefs, so his junk didn’t flop out, everything just stayed in a cute mound. His underwear was cold and sodden, they were red once over, now they were more a grey like colour, he must have really needed to go. I knelt and began kissing his junk, still inside his wet underwear. He was beginning to breath heavily; he was enjoying this. He moved his hands to pull his underwear down, but I gently pushed them away, I wanted him just like this. I grabbed his wet ass with my hands and began squeezing and rubbing. “I really should get these off” he muttered, I guess he was trying to speak normally but he was breathing hard, so I guess muttering was about all he could manage. “You should, you’ve been a naughty boy and you need punishing” I was full on using my sex voice now. I kind of expected some objection to my last remark, but he said nothing and removed his briefs. His junk came out to play and stood to attention for me. I licked his manhood up and down and began sizing him up to go in my mouth. He was starting to moan; he really was enjoying this. Just like that I had a naughty thought. Still kneeling I began to flex and push my bladder muscles. It didn’t take long for a small trickle of pee to wet my knickers, but I wanted more. I pushed a little harder and a bit more came out and a bit more, a bit more, a bit more, then the gates opened. Pee started gushing out of my body, through my knickers, through my black leggings and pooled under my bum. His manhood was now fully in my mouth, but I had to take him out for a moment, so I didn’t bite him, I needed to grit my teeth to stop a moan escaping. He looked down inquisitively and saw what I was doing. How could he not? I was full on pissing myself just a few feet from his face. “now we’ve both pissed ourselves. Feel better?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He simply pounced on me. Before long the back of my tank top was sopping wet as he had pushed me straight into my puddle, my leggings had been removed and he seemed to take great delight at looking at my wet knickers, okay, it wasn’t just pee they were wet with. He was kissing me all over and playing with my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan, I was powerless to resist. From a straddling position he ripped me up into his strong arms and carried me to our bed. He threw me down with some force and pounced on me again. I was missing something. I knew they were close by, but I was feeling around but couldn’t find them. Oh, there they are. I took them in my hand and gripped them tight, they were still wet, and I wanted them close to me as a reminded of how this came about. What were they? His wet underwear. I think you can all guess what happens next. The next day I was speaking to some friends, just a normal generic conversation, but I brought up about the bad traffic the day before. I was told there was no traffic that day, the roads were quiet. Seems someone hasn’t been one hundred percent honest. Well, guess that makes two of us. The pasta was ruined by the way.

Right off the bat this story will involve wetting, sex, and a golden shower. As per forum rules nothing will be overtly explicit but it will contain things you could find objectionable. A few weeks ago I asked my wife if we could try a wetting "scenario". She asked what I had in mind and I explained I wanted to try a bedwetting scene before sex. After explaining myself and walking her through the scene she agreed; as my wife can really squirt our bed already has a waterproof sheet on at all times, so we wouldn't ruin our mattress trying this. A couple nights ago after she got home from work I asked if it would be okay to do the scene. She nodded and poured herself a big glass of water before we eased into our regular evening routine. After a while she says, "let's go upstairs". She didn't need to tell me twice. We quickly got under the covers and got comfortable. In no time at all my wife was peeing her grey panties underneath the covers. She pretended to wake up discovering the wet bed and shyly "woke" me up too. She told me that she had an accident and wet the bed. She played the shy and embarrassed part to perfection. I told her it was okay and that accidents happen. I told her she was still an incredible, beautiful woman. To which she asked, "am I still sexy"? In lieu of answering my hand slide down her body coming to rest on her soaking wet panties. I began to rub her through her panties until she begged me to pull them aside and enter her. Again she didn't have to tell me twice. It was great, at one point she squirted completely resoaking her panties. As we laid there spent trying to decide who would hop in the shower first I felt the need to pee. She said I could shower first as she still needed a little more recovery time. Mustering my courage I asked if I could pee on her(specifically her p****, covered by her already soaked panties) before heading to the bathroom. Now this isn't exactly new. I've asked to try this once before but in the moment I couldn't manage more than a few drops. My wife agreed, so I tried again. This time as my wife laid in her puddle I managed to release almost my whole bladder onto her. Seeing her panties redarken knowing it wasn't her fault was quite a thrill. Once I finished I checked to make sure that she was alright and that nothing had gone too far. She told me she was fine and that nothing had gone too far or pushed beyond any boundaries. Knowing that she was okay I headed to the shower. As I just got the temperature adjusted my wife joined me and we discussed the scene as we cleaned up.

View File JAV - DOCP-071 - Caught Peeing , Leads to Sex Japanese girl is desperate, finds a discreet place to pee, but is caught. Through the convoluted magic of JAV, this leads to sex. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 04/09/2020 Category JAV Collections  

View File Step Sister Wets Herself for Attention and Sex *** Warning, implied incest *** So yeah, more from these lovely producers. In this clip, a girl has a number of accidents, and her 'supportive' brother eventually has sex with her. Not the best description, but I'm uploading a ton of stuff and don't have the energy to be lyrical. Download it and see for yourself. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 04/09/2020 Category Female  

Came across this video on Pornhub where a Japanese girl pees/wets herself multiple times while being groped in the library. Includes nudity and sex. Unfortunately, the quality isn't the best. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e83478b5ea99

Hi everybody. The third story from this thread: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/52533-which-story-part-2/ is now finished! A word of warning: this one is a lot more explicit in terms of sexual content than what I usually write. (Also, due to the new content policy, the Young Link/Inkling fic from the above thread is cancelled. Sorry.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a long day of defending Skyworld, and Pit, captain of the goddess Palutena’s centurion guards, was ready for some rest and relaxation. And there was no better place for that than Skyworlds’s hot springs, whose gold-hued waters healed the body and soul. Upon reaching the springs, Pit stripped off his tunic and shorts and headed for his favorite pool. The only problem was that someone was already there. Palutena herself was seated at the edge of the pool without a stitch of clothing on, dipping her legs in the water. “Ah, Pit,” she said with a smile. “So nice of you to join me.” “L-Lady Palutena?” cried Pit, the shock of what he was seeing setting in. Turning bright red, he quickly used one hand to cover his groin, the other his eyes. “What are you doing here?” “What does it look like I’m doing?” Palutena replied. “And there’s no need to be so shy.” Despite himself, Pit uncovered his eyes to see his patron goddess standing before him. He couldn’t help noticing her curvy figure and how the carpet matched the bright green drapes. Palutena also seemed a little… excited. She was breathing heavily, and her face had a distinctly reddish hue to it. “Like what you see?” Palutena asked, stretching her limbs languidly. Pit swallowed hard before he spoke. “Lady Palutena, w-what do you want from me? I just wanted to take a bath.” “Well,” said Palutena, now blushing even more than Pit was, “I may be a divine goddess, but I still have… needs, same as any mortal.” She reached for Pit’s right hand, which was still covering his crotch. “Or angel, come to think of it.” “Um, I’d love to, ah, help you, but...,”Pit trailed off. It was getting harder to think now that blood was rushing to places other than his brain. “But what?” questioned Palutena, bending over to meet Pit at eye level. “But, uh, aren’t you, y’know, dating someone already?” asked Pit. “That blue-haired girl, Lucy or whatever her name is.” “Ah yes,” said Palutena, smiling at the memory, “and she’s been wonderful. But she understands that we divine beings can’t limit ourselves to one partner. I mean, look at Zeus. He can’t keep it in his pants for five minutes.” “L-leave Zeus and his pants out of this!” cried Pit. Palutena sighed. “Pit, what’s the matter? Are you nervous? Don’t be.” “Y-you don’t know what you’re saying!” protested Pit. “You say you want this but-” “Pit,” said Palutena, silencing him with a finger to his lips. “I know I want this.” That was when Pit admitted to himself that he wanted the same thing. He’d had impure thoughts about his goddess before, but he’d always pushed them aside, never dreaming he’d get to act on them. He removed the hand covering his modesty and tentatively stepped towards Palutena. The goddess embraced him and kissed him deeply, and Pit was overwhelmed by sensations; the sweet taste of her lips, her gentle hands caressing his wings, her soft and smooth skin against his… it felt so good. After a long time, they broke apart, both breathing heavily. Palutena lay down in the shallow spring and beckoned for Pit. “Pit, there’s something else I want you to do.” “Yes, Lady Palutena?” Palutena’s reply was very quiet and hesitant, as if it embarrassed her to say it. “I want you to… to pee on me, Pit.” “W-what?” cried Pit, taken aback. “What are you talking about?” “You heard me,” said Palutena, sounding more confident. “I want you to take a pee.” She rubbed her ample chest. “All over me.” “But… I…” Pit sputtered. “That’s not sanitary!” Palutena laughed. “Oh, nothing we’ll be doing will be sanitary. To be honest, I’ve wanted to try this for a while now. Come on, just try it.” Pit’s curiosity overtook his hesitation. He took a deep breath. “All right. I’ll, um, pee on you.” “Thank you,” said Palutena with a smile. She reclined further. “Go ahead. Just let it all out.” Pit grabbed his penis, aimed the best he could with his shaking hand, and relaxed his bladder. For a while, nothing came out. Eventually, however, Pit felt the fluid coming. Pee flowed out of him in a golden arc and splashed against Palutena’s breasts. The goddess let out a gasp of surprise and delight as the warm liquid hit her. She ran her hands over her body, spreading it all around as Pit kept peeing. “Yes!” Palutena gasped. “More! More!” At her request, Pit waved his penis from side to side, sending droplets flying everywhere like a sprinkler. Seeing how much Palutena was enjoying it, he tried to keep the pee coming, but after a while his stream died down. He shook off the last few drops and stared at the goddess. She was glistening from his urine, redder in the face than ever, and looked very satisfied. “So, uh, did you like it?” asked Pit. “Oh yes,” said Palutena breathlessly. “The warmth and the wetness… it just felt so good.” “Glad to hear it. You know, for what it’s worth, that didn’t feel as gross as I thought it would.” Unsure of what to do next, Pit had turned to leave when he felt Palutena’s hand on his shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked. “I haven’t properly thanked you yet.” “Thanked me?” Pit repeated. He felt himself grow stiff. “What did you have in mind?” “Looks like someone’s eager,” said Palutena, eyeing his groin. “Lie down in that hot spring.” Trembling with anticipation, Pit lay on his back in a shallow pool. The next thing he knew, Palutena was on top of him, her legs straddling his chest and her lips caressing his penis. She delicately ran her tongue over the tip before taking it fully in her mouth. Pit moaned with pleasure as Palutena moved her lips up and down his shaft. The softness of her lips and the warmth of her mouth were heavenly. Her pussy was right in his face, pink and moist. Pit felt a sudden urge and was barely able to raise his voice. “L-lady Palutena, may I-” “Go ahead,” said Palutena, briefly taking her mouth off his penis before going back down. With that, Pit raised his head and let his tongue explore Palutena’s waiting vulva. The goddess gasped and shivered with pleasure at the sensation. As the two of them pleasured each other, Pit wished it would never end. It was pure bliss. “Ah!” Palutena cried, interrupting Pit’s thoughts.”Pit! I’m going to-” Her words were cut off by a scream of ecstasy as she orgasmed, and Pit felt the warm, sticky fluids splash against his face. He was surprised to find he didn’t mind. But then he felt more liquid, hotter and in a steadier stream. Pit moved his head back to get a better view, and confirmed what he had suspected: when she came, Palutena had lost control of her bladder. She was peeing all over his face. “Ohh… I’m so sorry..” Palutena gasped, still letting out a steady stream. “I… lost control.” But, once again, Pit found that he didn’t mind. In fact, the warm urine felt… really good. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, but didn’t get a chance to warn Palutena. He cried out as he came explosively, blowing his load in a few furious spurts. Both parties let out contented sighs and finally disentangled. They were red, sweaty, and their faces were drenched with the other’s bodily fluids (Palutena hadn’t moved her head out of the way). “Wow,” said Pit, catching his breath. “That felt great. Did I, uh, do a good job?” “I came first; I’d say that answers the question!” Palutena laughed. “Sorry I peed on you by the way.” “It’s okay. I honestly kind of liked it.” “Well, well, well. Looks like I’m not the only one,” said Palutena teasingly. She pulled Pit into another embrace. “We should do this again sometime.” “I’d like that,” said Pit. “I really would.” Palutena smiled and took Pit’s hand, leading him to a deeper hot spring “Come on,” she said, “let’s get cleaned up. I’ll let you wash me.” “Cleaned up?” Pit repeated. “Yes, cleaned up! Isn’t that why you came to the hot springs in the first place?” “Oh. Right. I guess I kinda forgot about that.” THE END

This is a bit of a long story that I have just finished writing. There is a lot of background, but it felt necessary for the storyline. A major part of the story is about wetlook, if that's not your thing, I'm sorry, but as there is a lot of wetting in the story, I cannot publish this in a wetlook forum, as the wetlook police would have me crucified for mentioning wetting! Please enjoy the story, and if you feel moved, offer critisism. Negative critsism will probably be met with a challange to write a better story! Swimming at the club. Let me introduce myself, my name is Harry, and I am a very lucky bastard! I work for a private members health club as a maintenance engineer and this gives me access to the club at all time of the day and night. Now I can tell what you’re thinking, that’s not very lucky! Well let me tell you another couple of facts, and you can see where the luck comes in. We have a little arrangement between about six of the leading employees of the club, and that is a rota of private use, when the club is closed on a Sunday evening. So once every six weeks, or so, my beautiful wife, Ann, and I have complete private access to the club, and all it’s facilities, including the swimming pool, and Jacuzzi. Now, you may think that’s quite lucky, and it is, but that’s not the real piece of luck, the real piece of luck is that Ann and I are crazy about wet sex, and the completely enclosed private swimming area allows us to share and enact our wettest fantasies! We arrived at the club, and let ourselves in to the deserted building. The club shuts on a Sunday evening, ostensibly for maintenance, but usually there is precious little maintenance done then! I made my way to the reception office, and switched off the alarm, before switching on enough lights to get us into the pool area. I wanted to make it look like there was someone here, but not enough lighting to make it look like the place was open. We relocked the door behind us, and put one of the phones on to the front reception desk. This was our secret sign to anyone else arriving at the club, that a private session was in progress, and they should leave. The privacy sign seems to work well, as no one has ever been interrupted, to my knowledge! By now we are starting to get really excited about what we are going to do, so we rush into the changing room, where our evening really gets going. Let me tell you how it started. Ann and I had been school sweethearts for more years than either of us can remember. We were more of less inseparable, and thought we would leave school and be together forever. However, for many reasons, too boring to go into here, this did not quite go to plan, the course of true love never did run smooth, and we ended married for a while, unfortunately not to each other! But I’m running away with myself, and need to return to the story. We were always an item at school, and spent a lot of time in each other’s company, we were best friends, boyfriend / girlfriend and shared all of our secrets, desires and thoughts. We were never lovers as such, though as we grew older there was some “fumbling” once in a while, but these were far more innocent times, and the fear of getting pregnant put paid to any serious activity! It was during a phase of sexual awakening and discovery that coincidentally the really good swimmers in our year embarked on survival swimming, and as we both enjoyed swimming, and had reached the required standard we joined our class mates at the poolside, first in our pyjamas, and later fully clothed for swimming lessons to help us survive falling into open water. On the face of it, this was probably a useful skill, avoiding drowning! And there was probably a fitness thing going here as well, It was quite hard work swimming with the drag of clothing to slow you down. What was not planned, or intended, by the good people who invented this activity was the pure sexual thrill I enjoyed from the feel jumping into a swimming pool fully clothed, or the site of seeing my long term girlfriend, do exactly the same thing. The smile on her face was testament to her enjoyment! In our private and more intimate moments we often spoke about our enjoyment of swimming fully clothed, and wished that we could do so less publicly and more intimately. We spent hours in school boy / girl fantasies planning how we would throw caution to the wind and take the plunge when we were older, more adult, and out of our parents control and limitations. Fast forward a few years and we are both now products of failed relationships. Friends Reunited was the instrument that put us back in touch with each other, and at first sight all of the intervening years disappeared. We embarked on a relationship, that just did not seem to need the “getting to know you” phase, and we fell into such an easy and comfortable relationship, we could only regret the ten or so lost years. Inevitably we wasted little time getting each other into bed, and enjoyed what had previously been forbidden delights! It was during one of our early warm post coital cuddles that we started to talk about out old desires and dreams, and we discovered that we both still hankered after the idea of getting good and wet. In fact we also discovered that to be part of the cause of our respective failed relationships, both our ex partners had been horrified by the idea of wanting to get wet, whilst still clothed. They had thought we needed serious psychiatric help! We embarked on a very wet relationship, grabbing each and every opportunity for a clothed dunking almost always followed by a wonderful love session of love making. There was nothing we owned that had not been drenched and no bath or shower was safe whilst we were in town! We arranged holidays with wet-look in mind, trying to find secluded safe beaches so that we could frolic in the water fully clothed, away from the misunderstanding gaze of those who do not comprehend, and so we could enjoy the privacy of lovemaking in the water, usually still in our clothes. We had been enjoying the damp delights of fully clothed bathing and fucking for only a little while, when, one day, my soon to be wife expressed the urgent need to visit the toilet . Up until that day the idea of “water-sports” had not really occurred to us. We had driven to a beach, and found ourselves out of sight of anybody else, and ready to head into the water for a good soaking. The journey had taken longer than we had expected and Ann was starting to suffer. We had dressed for a swim prior to leaving home, and had taken dry clothes with us for our return journey. I knew she was wearing a blue regulation swimsuit under her clothes, as I had watched her dress in our bedroom before leaving. She was also wearing stocking and suspenders, and a reasonably demure cotton patterned green sun dress. I suggested waiting a few minutes until we were in the sea, and she could quietly just pee in the water, but she said she was bursting. Trying to be helpful, and realising that Ann would not want to strip naked to remove her costume fully, I suggested that she just hold her gusset out of the way, but Ann said she would probably manage to pee over her hand. Well, ever the pragmatist, I suggested she just squat down with her dress out of the way, and pee in her costume, It seemed to be that a lot of pee was just water, and we would be getting wet anyway, so what was the problem? Ann seemed to buy into this idea, and proceeded to do just that. I sort of expected her to be somewhat disgusted by this procedure, but after the initial reluctance to start her stream, she seemed to quite enjoy the novelty, her confidence grew, and she ended up royally wetting her swimsuit, smiling as she did so. “Oh, that’s so much better” she said as she stood up, “do you know, I don’t think I will ever hesitate to do that again” she went on, “as long as you don’t mind”. Well what was I to say, my pre soaking boner was like an iron rod, and to be honest, I was just about ready to shag her right there on the spot, with the rest of her clothes all dry! We rushed into the water, and enjoyed a very short lived shag in the shallows, a very short while later. Later, as we changed into dry clothes to head home, Ann asked if I had really enjoyed it when she pissed herself. She was concerned that I might be a little disgusted by the episode. I calmed her fears and told her it was about the sexiest thing she had ever done, and I would really enjoy it if it became a regular part of our wet lives. Had she already forgotten the renewed vigour with which I had fucked her in the waves? Well very soon there wasn’t a pair of Ann’s knickers, or a swimsuit that had not been pissed in. We experimented in skirts, and trousers and jeans, enjoying the sight and feel of wet denim down her legs, light cotton trousers turning almost see though, and skirts that could be lifted out of the way for a good wet shag! We had discovered an additional edge, and it made our fantasy complete. How had we never thought of it before?! Going for the job at the club, and being employed there became the icing on the cake especially when I became aware of the private arrangement that the manager explained. I knew that a couple of the guys used the time to work in the gym, and at least one of the managers admitted that he and his wife used their allotted time to skinny dip in the pool and the Jacuzzi. I did not want to let on about our little damp secret, so when challenged, I mumbled something about skinny dipping as well, trying to make it sound like I was embarrassed about admitting it! I really did not want my co-workers thinking me nutty or something, wanting to swim fully clothed! Back to the changing room and we rushed to strip out of the clothes we had worn in the car. We enjoyed some “themed” evenings, and would have received some hard stares at some of the outfits my wife has worn for me. Ann often surprises me by bringing a bag along to the club, and changing into her outfit when we arrive. Sometimes, she just wears what she has worn to the club, changing into dry clothes, from the bag, for the return trip, other times she has worn pyjamas, a night-gown, a netball outfit, a demure nurses uniform, just a swimsuit, jodhpurs, in fact all sorts of outfits. I suspect the local charity shops do quite well out of us and our little fetish! Now I would have to admit that, over the years, I have also developed quite a liking for the female one piece swim suit, and when we swim like this, I quite like my wife to wear one, under her clothes. I guess this may go back to our survival swimming days, when we were all required to wear an appropriate swimming costume under our clothes. This was probably to do with keeping the proper dignity when we removed our clothes in the water. All I do know is that the whole swimsuit thing stuck, and as Ann does not mind what she wears in the water, she is quite happy to indulge me by wearing a costume more times than not. Once in a while she will wear the more traditional bra and pants, and I would have to admit watching her panties go all see-though is a delight, but it’s not the same a swimsuit! So it was no surprise when, having stripped naked, the first thing my wife removed from her bag was a swimsuit which she slipped in to, closely followed by a pair of stockings and a suspender belt! Next she buttoned a nice white blouse over the top half of her slim and shapely torso, before finishing the ensemble with a tie and a below the knee light grey skirt. My wife knows I cannot resist the schoolgirl look, and this uniform is one of our favourites. We spent a little bit of money buying an adult size authentic uniform, but it was worth every penny. I like the more demure and studious look, and my wife can do it in spades. She is quite small and slight, and with her pert little breasts, she can carry off the schoolgirl look very well. Aren’t I the lucky one! I too was rushing to dress. My one piece swim suit fetish reaches as far as liking to wear one myself, and as we have come this far, it would be a shame not to allow myself the pleasure of wearing such an exquisite and, for me at least, forbidden garment. You might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb! I put on my cozzie, and start to dress in blue shirt, tie and trousers and socks over my costume. Today I will be a fire officer, a bit of a father figure to my schoolgirl! We both slip on river shoes to complete the ensemble. Ordinary shoes can be destroyed by wearing in the pool, and can do harm with all sorts of bacteria living in the soles, but river shoes are just bits of neoprene, and give us the feeling of shoes whilst not causing any problems. (I’ll be back in tomorrow, checking the chemical level in the pool, so must ensure nothing causes any problems!) We are rushing for two reasons, we don’t want to waste any time, getting into the pool, but we both have overfilled our bladders to bursting point., in readiness for a mutual wetting, and we wouldn’t want to have an accident prior to the planned event! Sometimes we go into the Changing room toilets to sit on a toilet to pee ourselves, sometimes sitting on each other lap, but today my wife took my hand and led me into the shower area, where the showers were dry from the last showers of the club members, and the waiting drains would deal with our little indiscretions! Ann guided me to lie on my back on the floor, and immediately turned to squat facing me, lowering herself over my midriff and settling on an already quite stiff part of my anatomy! I put my hand up her skirt and gently rubbed the area of her gusset where her secret place was hidden, her gusset was sopping with her own juices, and would soon be even wetter! Ann settled down, and allowed my to move my hands up to her breasts and gently massage her beautiful pert tits covered as they were by a layer of lycra as well as a layer of cotton blouse whilst she dreamily started to set about the dirty little pleasure of royally soaking the gusset hidden under her flowing skirt, along with a substantial amount of my clothes as well. The club was almost silent with only the quiet whine of the pool pumps audible in the changing room, when I heard the gentle roar of a pissed in swimsuit and the subtle and barely discernible sigh of relief as Ann bore down on her poor overfilled bladder and commenced the naughty pleasure of emptying of her pent up pee into her swimsuit. Her swimsuit, of course, completely failed to contain the liquid onslaught, consequently my, as yet, dry trousers began to get wet as copious amounts of my wife’s pee, filtered by the lycra of her swimming costume, drained down through the fabric of my trousers and costume, and washed over my own, very excited, sex. The dreamy look of relief, mixed with wicked devilment on Ann’s face was a picture to behold. Since her introduction to intentional wetting she had embraced the concept with enormous enthusiasm, and I could not begin to explain why I found it so exciting and sexy. wetting in her clothes excited my wife as much as leaping fully clothed into a swimming pool, and she always found this intentional departure from society’s normal behaviour unbelievably exciting and made her feel intensely aroused. Many’s the time she had come very forcefully just by peeing herself! My trousers and, albeit unorthodox, underwear were soaked by the time Ann’s streams ran dry and I was about ready to consummate our play session, when Ann stood up, and bent down to guide me from the floor. She was still looking very dry in her chosen unusual swimming attire, and made it clear that she wanted me to return the dampening favour before we made our way into the pool area. To this end she kneeled in front of me, nestling into my slightly parted legs, and looked up into my eyes, begging me to release my own liquid gold. To be honest, I was so excited by my wife’s sexy actions that I had tremendous difficulty relaxing my bladder into my already sodden swimsuit, but I persevered and after only a short wait I sluiced my own garments, along with my wife’s breasts and blouse with the contents of my own complaining, overfilled bladder. All too soon, after what had seemed like gallons of pee had left my body to moisten our clothes, my stream faltered and died, Realising the source was now dry Ann stood up and we embraced rubbing our sodden clothed bodies together, hand everywhere, simply enjoying the feel and touch of each other’s patchy wet clothes, which started to cool. “Swim” I said, and lead Ann out of the showers and into the main pool area, where the waiting waters invited us in to ruffle the unbroken surface of water. At the sight of the water Ann broke away from me, “chase me” she said as she ran to the edge of the pool, and without slowing, or breaking stride, executed a damn near perfect running dive into the calm waiting waters. She glided under the surface, before swimming a couple of strokes and then broke the surface, whooping as she turned to face me, standing almost shoulder deep in the clear waters of the pool. Her demure skirt swirled up around her waist allowing me a glimpse through the shimmering waters of stocking tops and the dark V of the bottom of her swimsuit. Her cotton blouse had gone almost completely opaque and the top part of her high necked swimsuit was clearly visible. I was in heaven and could only think of joining my wife in the pool, and pleasuring her until she begged me to take her, right there in the water. Taken a little by surprise by my Ann’s speedy entry into the pool, I had been left standing, high and dry on the side of the pool, but enjoying the visual banquet of an excited woman glorying in entering the water fully clothed, I had to try and catch up with Ann and ran for the pool, and adopted a more male bomb posture as I leapt in. As I surfaced and swam towards the position where my wife had been, I realised that she was swimming towards the shallow end of the pool. So I set off in pursuit. On arrival at the pool ladder Ann started to climb, and was soon stood level with the pool side, water cascading from her chlorine sodden clothes, a sheen of water disappearing from the surface of her clothes as gravity dragged the water back towards the pool. As I arrived at the edge of the pool, my wife was lowering herself to sit on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water. I swam to the side and stood in the shallow just about level with the edge of the pool. My wife moved forward to meet me, and lifted her skirt, whilst she spread her legs, exposing the front of her swimsuit to me in a very provocative way. “Make me come” she said as she eased her swimsuit out of the way exposing her sex to me. I did not need a second invitation and set about pleasuring her clitoris with my tongue. I held her costume out of the way whilst Ann leaned back on her arms, and arched her back in pure ecstasy. It became very apparent that she was turned on beyond all expectations, her juices were flowing even with all the pool water cascading from her clothes and she came with a huge buck of her hips in what seemed like only seconds of tongue work on my part, spraying me with more pee as she came! After a couple more seismic orgasms Ann could not cope with any more and begged me to stop, so I withdrew and allowed the costume to resume it’s more usual place, covering all that is usually covered, and tugged Ann back into the buoyant waters of the pool, where we again embraced and explored each others clothed sopping bodies. We quickly moved to a slightly shallower of the pool, and Ann stared to ease my zip down before fishing my manhood out of the leg-hole of my swimsuit, and through the fly of my trousers before turning around to face away from me. Ann lifted the back of her school uniform skirt , and I again eased the gusset of her swimsuit out of the way to enter her silken confines. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand sought her swimsuit and blouse clad breasts to gently rub and squeeze whilst the other explored her exposed sex, seeking out her clitoris to gently massage, whilst we fucked, gently at first, but quickly gaining in speed and frenzy until we both came, and then huddled soaking wet and with our animal passions temporarily allayed. Eventually we had to break from our post coital cuddle, and we gently separated ourselves before re-arranging our clothes and various parts of our anatomy! We kissed and cuddled again before setting off to swim some more. We swam for another half an hour or so, leaping in and out of the pool, ducking each other, and generally playing about as anybody would in a swimming pool. Al too soon we knew we had to leave our little living fantasy and return to the real (dry) world outside. We made our way out of the pool and headed back to the changing rooms, heading for our bags, where our washing stuff was waiting for us. We grabbed shampoo soap and towels before turning back towards the shower, dripping water from our sodden clothing everywhere we walked. On the way back to the showers Ann said she needed the loo again, and turned to head into the toilets, I followed into the Ladies, pretty sure I knew what was coming. It turned out I was not wrong! Ann walked straight in to one of the cubicles and without closing the door, opened the lid on the waiting toilet, turned and sat down, on the toilet seat still in all her wet clothes. I stood just in the cubicle and watched as my naughty lovely wife smile as she again set about wetting herself, this time whilst completely soaked. Water splashed noisily into the pan, draining from Ann’s clothes as she sat there starting her little stream deep within the confines of her clothes, and a smile spread across her face as things got going and she felt everything become warm down there as cool pool water was replaced around her sex by her own warm pee. “You never quite empty yourself when you’ve filled yourself right up, do you” she said as a little trickle made itself apparent in the toilet. I just stood there admiring the view as I emptied my own bladder into my swimsuit leaning casually against the cubicle door. It occurred to me that I would really like to see Ann use a French toilet wearing a swimming costume, and I started to wonder about the venue for our next holiday! Suddenly Ann decided she was finished and stood up from the toilet. “We’d better go and cleaned up” she said, leading us back to the showers we had sluiced with pee earlier. We started a couple of showers, next to one another in the main area, and let them warm up for a couple of minutes, before standing under them and allowing the warm water to soak through our clothes. We both wondered about the way the cold water feels colder as it’s met by the hot water from the shower, and banished to the drain. We embraced and kissed under the shower, gently washing each other’s hair, and pouring copious amounts of shower gel over each other before stripping each other off, making a huge pile of wet clothes, which we left where the shower would continue wash away the pool chlorine. Finally we stepped naked from the shower, and towelled each other off, still enjoying each other’s bodies. “Damn,“ I said “we forgot the Jacuzzi!” “Don’t worry” said Ann, “there’s always next time!” When out sodden clothes were rung out, we placed them in plastic bags to take them home and dry them out, ready for next time. We made our way out of the club, securing everything as we left, making sure there was no trace, other than wet floors, of our secret little dalliances. We would sleep well that night, and we would both be starting to make our plans for the next time our names came up on the secret rota.

Hey everyone! Jane here! So, I thought i'd share one of the most fun experiences i've had with a now ex-boyfriend. For privacy sake, i'll call him Max. I met Max at a pub in the UK two years ago while out drinking with Izzy and other friends, we hit it off quick: He was tall, dark haired and blue-eyed, with a chiselled chest and arms and he was/is much taller than I am; which is a big turn on for me. Long story short, I ended up back at his place before the night was done where he had me pinned to a wall and making out with him fiercely for almost an hour. I had to force myself not to put out on the first night; i'd sworn to Izzy I wouldn't, mutual pact at the time after she had a bad experience with a guy because of that. However, I did end up on my knees topless at one point, giving him a blowjob and probably would have gone further but I restrained myself; like a good girl... sort of... Anyway, over the next two months, things between us were great: He was sweet, I was head-over-heels for him and one day; he left his laptop open while working and I needed to send an email (I'm not the snoopy girlfriend type, he let me use his computer often) and I saw a tab among several google pages titled: "BIG TITS DIAPER GIRLS". Gasping, I checked the link and then his search history (Well come on, at that point, wouldn't you?!) and saw he was a massive ABDL fan. While not one of my biggest kinks, I do love diaper wetting and enjoyed indulging in that kink now and then, so I couldn't have been much happier. I decided not to tell him I knew immediately and so, next time he came round; I called him upstairs to my room and his jaw practically fell off when he came in... I'd bought an extremely tight pink pajama top and bottoms; with white hearts all over, an adult Certainty diaper was bulging through the fabric and could be seen poking out from underneath. I had a small juice bottle in my mouth which I was sucking from seductively and I turned over, raising my ass up to him and said: "Oh daddy, I think I need a wee, I can't hold it much longer but i'm trying to be a big girl for you". I'd been so nervous up till him walking in, wondering if he'd find it too much; my heart was racing. I realised it wasn't too much as he practically leapt onto the bed, growling with lust and spread my legs open; flipping me over and shoving his tongue down my throat and grinding his cock; which was hard as an iron bar, against the pajamas and diaper so intensely it felt at times like he was somehow already fucking me through them. I moaned out, wrapping my arms around his neck and clawing at his back; as his lips travelled onto my neck, sending a rush of chills down my back as I felt my pussy become soaking wet inside the diaper. I squirmed under his touch, my growing lust and desperation making it impossible to rest comfortably and that just seemed to make him grind me even harder. I could feel the growing pressure on my bladder and knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. "Daddy, I can't hold it much longer". In response, he tore himself away from kissing my neck and tore through my pajama top first; literally ripping the fabric in half, exposing my breasts, as I moaned so loud, I couldn't take how turned on his dominant, totally lustful energy was making me and I moaned again as he did the same thing to my bottoms; tearing them off completely; before smacking me so hard, that I screamed out in agony, lust and pain mixing as tears stung in my eyes and I felt a three-second spurt of wee enter my diaper. "Daddy, I can't hold it, i'm wetting myself". It was true, I literally couldn't hold it a second longer, everything he was doing to me had evaporated my self control and I just couldn't focus on holding while he continued to sexually ravage my body. I could feel the piss streaming out of my pussy, soaking into the diaper as I completely wet myself while moaning in pleasure; his clothes now fully off as he watched me continue to piss furiously into the diaper, fingering my trembling pussy through it as he did, making me shudder with lust, I genuinely was unsure if I was going to have an orgasm before he even got inside me at this rate. My legs trembled as his constant pressing against the fabric and the fullness of my bladder caused it to leak and I felt pee spread around my bum and some to splash down my legs and over Max's legs and cock as he continued to rub and touch and grind me. It felt so fucking good, I was in bliss. Eventually, I'd finished wetting myself, the diaper, Max and half my bed and he tore the over-saturated diaper off; with slightly more difficulty than the other clothes, yet not by much as seconds later, I felt him effortlessly slip inside my soaking wet pussy as I screamed out; his cock filling me with everything I could handle; more than, yet I wanted him to go deeper still. To fuck me harder. I bit his ear and whispered into it: "Fuck your pissy littlebabygirl daddy!". To be honest, it wasn't my best attempt at foreplay but it sent Max wild and his cock went so deep into me, that I started to have one of the most intense orgasms in my life in less than a minute and for the next 20, he drove me to 3 more; screaming, wet & lustful, until I could feel Max's balls were bursting to cum and sweat was pouring down him. He whispered into my ear: "Daddy needs to cum badly baby". "You can cum over me daddy!". I fucked him until the last possible moment and then, as I felt his whole body shake, his legs tighten; his cock clench, I pulled him out and just in time as thick, white hot strands began to shoot over my tits, my stomach; dripping over my legs and pussy, several thick shoots hitting me in the face and one almost directly in the eye, as I pulled his cock into my mouth and finished him off, as he fell back; lying there in sweet release as I sucked him off, lying in my own piss and his cum, both of which had sprayed over the bed during our antics. He filled my mouth up with several hot streams; which tasted like sweet wet chicken, before being finally spent and collapsing onto a pillow, grabbing a nearby water bottle as his breathing was frantic and he'd turned red with exhaustion and lust. After several seconds, he breathed deeply and smiled at me. "That was fucking amazing babe. I love you so much. How did you know?". "You left your computer open" I said, wiping his cum off my stomach and licking it off my fingers; then mopping up the rest with a tissue. "Oh" he said, laughing; slightly embarrassed. "Sorry". "Don't be" I said, laughing back. "I didn't mind". We had a lot more fun experiences after that and though we broke up about five months later, I still look back on a lot of those times quite fondly as we had a tonne of fun times together and if anyone ever wants to hear more about them or wants me to commission any diaper, ABDL or any other such stories like that for them, let me know. My commission price is £2.00 per 1000 words. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoyed.

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View File JAV-SNIS-167 - Pissing, Wetting, Sex, Extravaganza! So this is your typical cavalcade of peeing, pissing, wetting, sex, masturbation, and all that kinda fun stuff you expect from your typical urination-oriented JAV. Oh and there's a maid outfit in there somewhere. Enjoy. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/24/2020 Category JAV Collections