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Chapter 1: Manas and Valora Two friends living rough, make do as they wait for new housemates. *** Slouching on the couch, exhausted after a long day of work Valora sighs “Can you cook tonight? Manas standing in the doorway, ready to head back to his room, sighs in response “Sure, but you never like my meals” Valora groans briefly before responding “I know, I know! But I just can’t ok, I’m flat out at work, the least you could do is cook for us once in a while!” Manas opens his mouth to respond, but pauses to reconsider his words “You know… … I will cook as I know your doing a lot. But don’t forget I do all the cleaning… and I’m looking for other house mates.” Valora only sighs in response, her anger wanting to show itself. But she knows Manas understands, they are both struggling in their current predicament. Valora turns on the tele, just to relax for a while. Feeling stressed out Manas walks to the bathroom and decides to relieve himself. He would usually stand to pee, but he sits down to try and relax, closing his eyes and somewhat meditating as he empties his bladder. When washing his hands, he splashes his face to regain focus. Manas then heads to the kitchen and ponders what he’ll make. It can be a challenging decision for Manas as he lacks culinary talent. Although he can cook food he doesn’t mind, Valora’s requirements are rather high, and her temper short. Manas considers Cheese toasties and ramen. But those wont satiate Valora, and he’d rather not receive her wrath. Then he remembers they have mince. He could cook up some nachos, the one meal he can actually cook somewhat competently. So, he begins to prepare that in the kitchen. After a short while of mindless tv Valora gets up and heads to the kitchen, sniffing and smiling “Ahh nachos, your one good meal”. Manas squints back feigning offence but understanding its pretty accurate. “But we don’t have Doritos” Valora continues. Manas freezes for a moment “Well… shit!” Valora groans in response. Manas thinks for a moment “I… I’ll just chop up some salad, yeah, salad and mince. That’s fine right?” Valora nods in agreement before leaving down the hallway. She heads to the bathroom as she still hasn’t peed since work. When away from home she would usually pee from above the seat, but at home and due to her exhaustion, she sits down and just relaxes this time. As she empties her bladder, she lets out a long relaxed sigh. She then dries herself and washes her hands before returning to Manas. Manas begins plating up their salad and mince. Placing the mince in iceberg lettuce leaves, as a substitute for tacos or nachos. When he spots Valora he hands her plate over and they both head to the table. Manas returns to the fridge to get drinks whilst Valora sits down and begins to eat. Manas soon returns, filling their glasses before sitting down to eat also. “Hmmm, this actually isn’t half bad” grins Valora. Manas smiles back pleased. After a short pause Valora then confronts Manas with an odd tone “Manas… I have been quite frustrated lately. “Yeah, I know, I’m looking for house mates…” “No not like that, well that also, but sexually” she glances away slightly red Manas looks back at her surprised at first but then chuckles back “Oh is it that time again” “Oh, fuck you!” snaps Valora Manas looks confused, then catches up “Oh shit sorry, not like that” he laughs awkwardly “I just meant time for some more mutual…” he drifts off, still awkward about the topic as they have only done it twice before. “Yes, I want that again. I need to relieve stress from work” “I understand, same as last time?” “Well, I was… never mind, yes just like last time” “No no, what were you going to say?” “I want something more, a kink of mine…” Valora goes quiet, uncharacteristically nervous. Manas’s eyes light up “Oh? I’m listening” Valora continues, though weary “I would like… to um… I would like to pee on you” Manas goes silent, his face pale, his cock hard. He clears his throat “You would like to pee on me?” “Yes!” she responds almost aggressively. “You know, I am actually aroused by pee too, you have no idea how excited I am to hear that we share that interest.” Valora looks at him smiling and taking a calming breath “You do? I think I know now.” “However ‘Lora, I am not particularly fond of the idea of you peeing on me.” “What, you just said you liked pee too?” Valora responds, her temper growing once more. “I do, but I’d rather watch you wet yourself then to pee on me. You see, I am fond of desperation and wetting” Valora pauses for a moment “I will not wet myself!” “Ok, well could you at least hold till desperate?” he queries. “As long as I can pee on you” Manas nods “Just uh, not the face ok” Valora rolls her eyes a little before smiling back. Manas smiles back also “So you will hold until desperate, then you will shower me in your piss?” “Yes, sounds good” “In the bath I suppose? And I guess you better drink up…” She nods back before filling her glass with more water “Hey, can you grab me a can of cola from the fridge then. Manas goes to the fridge but returns with three cans. He places two cans in front of her “Have two, fill that bladder up” he chimes excitedly “And well, I was thirsty too” as he opens his can. Valora obliges and begins to down her glass of water and cans of soda. She and Manas sit and watch tv as she fills her bladder. The pair chat about their desires as they are both excited, discovering they both enjoy pee, but from less than compatible angles. Valora begins to squirm lightly. “Ok, time to pee” she says standing up. “Wait, can’t you hold a bit longer?” Manas queries. “No, I am going now, come on” she demands. Manas follows Valora to the bathroom. “I’m excited for this, just remember, not the face. Chest and genitals are fine” Valora chuckles “Genitals… just say cock you prude” Manas rolls his eyes as the pair enter “Whatever” He begins to strip. Valora watches then follows. The two watch each other as they strip naked in front of one another. Manas steps into the tub and lays down as best he can. In an awkward position as he waits patiently for Valora. His mostly erect cock laying to the side on his abdomen. Valora steps in, her feet either side of him. Still holding herself, covering her vulva from view. But Manas’s dick grew despite this, her stunning form in self holding desperation drives him wild. His cock already begins to twitch in anticipation. Valora looks down at Manas, he was pretty attractive to her, and she was about to shower him, she was about to pee on one of her best friends, how exciting she thought as she moved her hand away from her labia revealing herself to him. “I’m ready when you are… you don’t mind if I touch myself?” She wished to control his orgasms, but new it wouldn’t go over well “Yea, sure, go ahead” as she spread her legs a little more getting ready to release her desperate bladder all over him. Manas slid his hand down to his cock and held it. Not jerking yet, waiting for her stream. He already wanted to cum so bad. He just looked up at her and smiled in anticipation. Valora smiled mischievously as she began to relax. First a few drops. Manas’s cock twitched as the drops hit his thighs. Then a squirt hit his sack, Manas moaned. Then Valora moaned as her flood gates opened and she began streaming her hot piss over his body. Manas began to stroke himself as he watched Valoras pussy gush piss over him. His chest getting a splash, he turned away to protect his face. Valora noticed and groaned lightly, she corrects her aim at his junk. Manas turns back smiling thankfully as her stream strikes his tip. He moans out as he begins to cum. Valora’s body covers in goose bumps at the sight of him cumming to her shower. She continues to pee for a little longer, halting to a few drips a little after he finishes cumming on himself. “That was amazing! Thanks for that ‘lora” Valora smirks back at Manas before stepping out of the bathtub. She walks over to a purple towel hanging off the doorknob, pulls the hanging corner towards herself and wipes herself dry. Manas’s eyes go wide as he watches her dry her pussy and thighs on his towel. She looks back cheekily. Without any further interaction Valora dons her clothes and leaves the room. Manas still laying in the tub, wet and sticky. Smiling giddily. After a moment of internal thought, manas steadies to his feet and waddles to the shower, holding his hands at his abdomen, attempting to prevent the dripping of substances onto the floor. Once in Manas relieves his bladder with a long sensual sigh. Then continues to shower like normal. Valora once in her room lays on her bead, lowers her red dolphin shorts and lowers her hand to her lips. She thinks about the events just past and begins to pleasure herself. Once she hears the shower running, she stops holding back and lets herself moan out. Sending her fingers in and not just running around the outside. She manages to orgasm before the shower stops. She cleans up and heads out to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and turns the tv back on. Not even a minute later she hears the bathroom door open, she continues to watch tv, not acknowledging it. After his shower he throws his old clothes into the laundry tub, dries himself with his towel, thinks about how it was used to dry her and smiles. He realises he didn’t bring in a change of clothes. But shrugs as he throws the towel in the tub and just struts out in the nude. Manas looks down the hallway towards the living room, over the horizon of the couch he can see the back of her head. He makes a funny stance and swings his cock around a little. Then blushes and turns away at his silly act before continuing to his room to get dressed. Once dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts he strolls down the hallway to Valora and sits beside her. They glance casual smiles at each other before turning back to watch their show. Once the show they watch together is over Manas heads back to his room, leaving Valora to watch the next show on her own. When Manas returns to his computer he finds an exciting message, with a grin across his face he jogs down the hallway and carelessly interrupts Valoras viewing of her show “Hey! ‘Lora, we have potential housemates” “Oh! Who?” “Their names are Yasu and Reiki” “Two guys huh?” “Yeah, well it’s expected to be 2 of either more than 1 of both” he shrugs “Yeah, you didn’t choose guys over girls, did you?” “No, we need house mates so bad I don’t have the room for such bias, and anyway, I wouldn’t have a problem with living with three girls” he laughs Valora peers back unimpressed. “So uhh, if your cool with it, they’re ready to visit this weekend” “Yeah, let’s get some other peeps here, even if it’s all guys, who knows, maybe I’ll have a reverse harem” she laughs “You wish” “So, what were their names again?” asks Valora Manas looks down at his phone, “Yasu and Reiki.” *** (Not the best start, i considered reworking this, might still. But i'd never submit it if i try to perfect it)

Hey guys! So this is just gonna be a little story based loosely on a social experiment i saw. Also, don’t worry, I’m still writing Welcome To The Mansion! Just a little slowly... or very slowly. Anyway, enjoy! ————————————————— A chair, a dark room, ropes, and a table. I seat myself, and quickly a taller man in a mask walks in to tie me down. My feet are tied apart, one on each leg of the chair. The man took my arms roughly and tied them, crossed, behind me. I hear his footsteps tap tap away, and the door shut. Another person came in, a woman this time. She was petite, and dressed in normal clothes. She had on a fancy burlesque mask, covering her eyes with feathers and jewels. I wonder how much she is getting paid. She’s carrying a big blue tub with a lid on it. She’s struggling a little. It must be heavy. She drops it with a thud next to the table, and pulls a black silk fabric out of her back pocket. She covers my eyes with it, tying it tightly behind my head. It’s still warm. With my eyesight gone, my other senses come to life. I hear her open the lid to the tub, and start to pull stuff out. First, there’s a sound of glass clanking together. She sets them on the table, then pulls out something heavy. It lands with a bang on the table. Then, a metallic noise, like coins clinking together in someone’s pocket. The rest is quiet. I can only imagine what else she puts on the table. Leather whips, wooden paddles, chocolate sauce, whip cream. I hear her lift the now empty tub and walk towards the door. Before she opens it, though, she whispers, “Good luck.” The door shuts. After about ten minutes of anxious silence, the door opens again. The footsteps are light, like a woman’s. I hear her circle around me, taking in the sight. She walks back to the table and picks up something. She opens and shuts them, emanating a metallic noise as they rub together. Scissors. She steps closer. She grabs the bottom of my shirt and starts to cut upwards. She stops at my neck, pushing the sharp end into my chin. I lift my head and shiver. She starts to cut down my sleeves and eventually pulls my shirt off, leaving it on the ground. She turns around and grabs something off the table, setting down the scissors. I shiver as a cold liquid drips down my chest. I arch my back. I wonder what it is. Tabasco? Water? When her tongue hits my stomach, she lets out a small mmm... I assume it’s caramel, or chocolate sauce. I hope so. She licks up my chest, pausing at my nipples, licking them gently. She then stops at my collarbones, and then my neck. She bites down and I flinch. She starts suckling and biting, and I moan. I can’t imagine what I’ll look like at the end. She pulls off after a minute, and kisses me sharply, desperately. Our tongues fight inside each other’s mouths. It was caramel sauce. DING She groans and pulls away, biting my lip as she goes. She walks away, and I hear the door shut. I lick my lips. Nine to go.

When I first came here some three years ago, it was for the desperation, and not the wetting. Then I discovered wetting and got really into that. I still found diapers weird and wasn't really into that, but after a while I started to warm up to that idea, too. Then, a year or so ago, I found a mod for The Sims 4 that enabled all sims to wear and go in diapers, not just toddlers, and I created the character of Rosa in the game. And so, this story was born. Hope someone will enjoy it. I'm not a huge fan of messing, but this story will contain small amounts of it in a mostly non-sexual context. There will be some swearing, and a fair amount of smut. This story isn't a huge priority, and I don't know exactly how long it will be, but it'll probably go on for a while. PROLOGUE It was the cold that woke her. It always was. The way her pyjamas clung to her skin, clammy and wet, the damp sheets under her turning chilly in the night air from the open window. It took her a few moments to realise why she was cold and wet, but this was the third time this week, so it didn’t take long. Once she did realise, she let out a long wail, tears beginning to spill from her eyes. The door opened, light spilling in from the hall. ‘What is it now?’ said her mother’s tired voice. Rosa pulled her blanket up to her chin and sobbed. ‘I . . . I wet the bed,’ she whispered. Her mother sighed audibly. ‘Again? How many times does that make this month?’ Rosa didn’t answer. She tried to swallow her tears, stop the sobbing. ‘Come on, stop that.’ Her mother stretched out a hand. ‘Get up, honey.’ Rosie grabbed her stuffed unicorn by the ear and crawled out of bed, leaving cold, wet sheets behind. ‘No, leave the unicorn here.’ She did as she was told, dropping Uni on the floor, whispering a soft, ‘Sorry.’ She didn’t think Uni had gotten any pee on her. That was good. It was her favourite toy. Her grandmother had given it to her. She took her mother’s hand, and was marched to the bathroom. She saw herself in the mirror while her mother undressed her. A chubby six-year-old with red pigtails and a smattering of freckles across her little nose. Her hazel eyes were red and puffy, and she sniffed. ‘This has to stop,’ said her mother sternly. ‘You’re six! Too old to be pissing yourself every other night.’ Rosa felt the tears begin to come again. ‘I’m sorry!’ she whined. ‘Stop that!’ Her mother sounded angry, and she grabbed her by the shoulders and gave a little shake. ‘You’re too old to be blubbering like that too!’ Rosa tried to stop, she really did, but instead she began to cry harder. ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’ Rosa’s mother pulled the wet pyjamas off her daughter. ‘Shut up!’ When Rosie didn’t, she slapped her face, and when that didn’t help, she sat down on the toilet, put her child over her knee and spanked her little bottom. Not hard. She just wanted to shock the screaming child into silence, and it worked. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said afterwards, but she sounded indifferent. ‘It’s just not very mature of you to go on blubbering like that when I’m trying to talk to you!’ She got a washcloth out of the cupboard under the sink and filled the sink with warm water and soap. ‘Here,’ she said, handing Rosie the washcloth. ‘Clean yourself up while I change your sheets. Thank God I bought that plastic cover for the mattress . . .’ The next time Rosa wet the bed, she didn’t cry. She stayed in her wet pyjamas and her wet bed until morning, and the following night there was a disposable sheet on her bed, and her mother put her in a diaper for the first time since she was three.

Background: A young lady in my extended family became best friends with a neighbor girl when both were age 9. They stayed together until age 16. In fact they spent as much time together as they could. They were positive about gays. Found I was not the only in my family to assume they were yuri. However, after a move separated them, they both started dating boys. The one from my family has gone through four or five not finding one she wanted to stay with for more than 8 or 9 months. Some other female-female relationships I've seen have followed the same pattern. Seeing how effortlessly the same-sex relationship works for some, I'm wondering whether talking about omorashi also goes more smoothly in same-sex relationships.

So, I write erotic fiction a lot, and I generally put pee in it because, well, that's my biggest fetish. So, this was a story I wrote a while ago, based on the song "The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars; it doesn't have Bruno Mars in it, but it references the song and follows some of the events in the song (throw my hand in my pants, strut in my birthday suit, meet a really nice girl, have some really nice sex). I wrote two versions of this, because the first time, I wanted to appeal to an audience that might not enjoy my fetish, but then I just thought it was too hot to be without it, so I wrote it with the pee in it. Although this story does have a straight couple, it focuses more of the guy, because, well, I'm gay. I hope you enjoy it. :) Today, I don't feel like doing anything. It's 11 o'clock on Saturday morning, in the middle of July, I thought to myself as I rolled out of bed. Today is going to be my do-nothing day. I stood up and looked down at the huge tent formed in my Red Wings pajama pants. Well, my do almost nothing day. I quickly checked my bedroom door to make sure it was locked, then made sure the blinds were closed, and tore off my shirt, throwing it onto the mountain of dirty clothes in my room. I'll get it tomorrow. Today's my lazy day. I rubbed up and down my slightly squishy chest. I had started working out, so I had some muscle mass, but I still had a bit of fat on me. Hopping on my bed, I ripped my pajama pants off, revealing Kevin Jr., reaching seven inches long and four in diameter, well above average for a seventeen year old boy. One of my favorite things to do was stroke my long, thick meat, and today was no exception. It felt extremely good, today, for some reason. Each stroke sent dozens of tingles from the head of my cock to my brain. Who would I jack off to today? There were a whole bunch of hot girls that I could imagine naked. I let out a low grunt of pleasure as I imagined one of the girls from school. "Oh, yeah," I moaned, as she took her top of, leaving her in a skirt and a bra. "Damn, Jessie, take it off." She winked at me and slowly unsnapped her bra, and her large, plump breasts plopped out. I jerked up and twitched with pleasure as she slowly pulled her skirt and panties down over her ankles. "Fuck," I moaned, as I imagined her clit, and pictured myself there, squeezing her beautiful breasts and pushing my larger-than-average member into her tight pussy. "Ohh, Kevin," she moaned in my mind. "Your cock is so big." I tightened my grip with my right hand and started playing with the brown hair on my balls. It'd been a few days since I'd had a good crank, so they were pretty full, and I was ready to spew my juice all over my chest. I pounded Jessie in my mind, and every time I pushed my cock deeper into her, she'd scream a little. It fueled my sexual desire. I clenched my teeth. It felt so amazing. I tightened my grip even more, and imagined my hand was her tight pussy. My precum lubed my cock and so my hand glided up and down. I started thrusting into my hand, and moaning out her name. I was so close. I was gonna cum. But at the last second, a new image popped into my mind. I saw Liz, one of the girls at my school. I don't know why I thought of her, but it set me over the edge. I shot a blast of cum all the way up my chest and hit my face. It hit my eye, which was uncomfortable, and it also splashed on my lip. I was curious. What did cum taste like? Did wondering about that make me gay? I decided to try it, and I licked my lips. The taste was salty and bitter, but it wasn't that bad. Did LIKING the taste make me gay? I put the thoughts behind me and grabbed a Kleenex to clean up. I wiped the jizz out of my eye, but my vision was still kinda hazy, so I walked over to my bathroom and splashed some water on my face. Food. I thought. I checked the clock. noon. Mom and dad were at work, so I could strut around the house in my birthday suit the whole day. I opened my door and slowly went down the hall, just in case they weren't gone, and when I was finally sure I was alone, I eased up, and went into the kitchen for breakfast. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice, and chowed down. I was done in a few minutes. (My stomach is a bottomless pit.) After I belched and wiped up the mess I made, I scratched my stomach and headed into the living room and plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. By about 1 o'clock, I got bored of watching television. Coincidentally and fortunately, that was the same time my phone rang. It was Liz, one of the cute girls at my school. I picked up the phone and answered with a "Hey, Liz, what's up?" "Not much," she replied. "I was just bored. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today." "Well, sure, but I'd have to get dressed first." She giggled. "Still in your pajamas?" "Not quite." "Ohh," you could almost hear her winking. "Well, in that case, I'll just come over. No need to doll yourself up for me." My face lit up, and so did Little Kevin's. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" "Mmmmmhmmmm," she said slowly and quietly into the phone. Little Kevin stood up. Liz giggled. "I'll be over in a few minutes." "I'll be here." She hung up, and it was then that I realized how disgusting I was. My breath stunk, I hadn't shaved, and worst of all, I still had cum all over my chest. I turned on the shower and hopped in lickety-split. I soaped up the washcloth and quickly ran it over my entire body. I rinsed off and went to brush my teeth. I quickly churned the toothbrush around my mouth, brushed it across my tongue, and finally rinsed with a bit on mouthwash. I splashed water on my face and dried myself off to go meet Liz when she arrived. I went to the door and looked through the peephole, making sure it was Liz. It was, so I opened the door, revealing my naked self for her to see. "Hey, Liz," I said, trying to sound sexy. It apparently didn't work, because she giggled. "Hey, Kevin," she said. Her eyes immediately dropped to my crotch, and instantaneously grew wide. "Whoa." I grinned. "What's wrong?" "It's...so huge..." I raised my eyebrows. "Is it now?" She'd lost her cool. Amazing how a dick can do that to you. Liz instantly blushed and looked back at my face, then blushed harder and looked down at her feet, then back at my cock. She was amazed. I didn't know why. I mean, it was only seven inches long and four around. Okay, so I was hung. Big deal. Liz dropped to her knees and fondled by not-so-little guy. It started to grow hard, which made her eyes get even wider. "Holy fuck." I just grinned. She stroked my cut cock back and forth, gently. That was when I made my first mistake. I let out a moan. "Aww, yeah, baby. Don't stop." And that was her cue to know that she was in control now. She did exactly what I told her not to do. She stopped. She stood up, looked me straight in the eye, and kissed me. Then she took my hand and led me to my bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed. I lay on the bed, my cock aching for attention and my legs dangling over the side. She knelt down again, but she didn't play with my cock; this time she played with the hair on my leg. She pulled on a hair. "Yowch!" I screamed. That hurt, but oh, it felt so good. She continued to pull on my hair, sending tingles of pain and pleasure throughout my body. By second nature, my hand went straight to my cock, and I moaned as I stroked myself and she tugged on my leg hair. "Ohhh, baby, don't stop. That feels amazing. It hurts so good." I was not very good and moaning seductively. Liz slapped my hand away from my cock. "I am the only one allowed to pleasure you." she said. She was such a dominatrix and I loved it. But it wasn't until then that I realized how badly I had to pee. Every morning, I usually wake up and take my morning pee, leaving me standing there for a good five minutes at the toilet. But today, I decided to jack off instead, and when I jack off, I generally have to pee afterwards, so the pressure in my bladder had increased only from that. I have a pretty strong bladder, so I didn't see the need to go at the time, and went and had some breakfast. Did I mention orange juice goes RIGHT through me? So now I had over a day's worth of pee inside me, begging for a release, and a hot girl over to fuck who will probably not let me go anyway. But if I didn't get release soon... I tried to stand up. "Liz, I..." but she pushed me back down and continued to pull on my leg hair, which really wasn't helping the bladder spasm. "You're not going anywhere, big boy." I grimaced and whined, which only furthered her sexual desire. She planted a kiss on my knee and made her way up to my dick, spasming from the pain of my aching bladder. She kissed the shaft and I almost lost it. Then she grabbed it with her right hand really tightly and I screamed. "Yeah, baby, you're gonna love this." She winked at me as she started to take her pants off with her left hand. Finally she was naked from the waist down, and her hand never left my cock. Without releasing her grip, she climbed up on the bed and sat at the tip of my cock, rubbing her clit on my head, teasing me. I nearly lost it again, and let out a moan of pain, which Liz must have received as a moan of pleasure, because she slowly sat down on my dick, it pulsing inside her with both twitches of pleasure and longing for a release. She moaned and pushed further down on my dick. I penetrated her pussy, leaving her screaming from my size. She went further and further down on my dick, until she'd swallowed the whole thing with her pussy. By now I was extremely desperate. If I didn't get to the bathroom immediately, I would end up peeing inside of Liz, and that would be embarrassing, to say the least. I moaned again in desperation, tears streaming down my face. "Liz, I really need you to get off of me for a minute..." I begged. "Are ya kiddin'?" She said, moaning and panting as she slowly rose off my dick and sat back down on it again. "I'm havin' the time of my life here! Aren't you?" Well, I kind of was. The pressure in my bladder was fueling my dick, keeping it harder than ever before. It kind of felt good, but it hurt just the same, and I wanted to get rid of it. Liz started riding my dick faster, and I squirmed to keep my bladder under control. "What's wrong, Kevin? Why are you so squirmy?" "Cuz," I murmured. "I..." The pressure in my bladder was too much. "Unf...really..." I couldn't hold it any longer. I felt it getting closer to escaping. "Nng, gotta..." Here it comes. "PEE!" With that, my muscles failed, and I let loose a strong jet of pee into Liz's cunt. I struggled to keep it under control, but to no avail. I was now wetting furiously into her vagina, and I couldn't do anything about it. Liz let out a confused but excited mewl, and suddenly I felt empowered. Still wetting ferociously inside of her, I rolled around so that I was on top now. Without my stream even wavering, I proceeded to powerfully pound her pussy, peeing inside her the entire time. My thrusts got steadily faster, and her moans got steadily louder and higher and more intense. My pee was now flooding out of her, and my stream was still going strong. It didn't stop for at least five minutes. I guess that's what you get when you don't go for a day and a half. My god, it felt amazing to be fucking her while I peed. Mixed with the pleasure of the relief and the pleasure from the sex, it was easily the best thing I have ever felt in my life. Finally, my stream started to waiver, as did the steady rhythm in both my thrusting and her moaning, and I knew we were both reaching our climax. "Ahhh, Kevin!" she screamed. "I'm gonna cum!" "Me, too, babe!" I pulled out just as I shot six thick streams of hot juicy cum all over her chest. My pee was still flooding out of her pussy, mixed with her own orgasmic juices. Exhausted, I collapsed next to her, laying down in a pool of my pee. Both panting heavily, she planted a kiss on my cheek. "Wow, this was great."

So i was growing out my hair out for about a year and a half. I went from crew cut to really long hair. The problem was it was insanely curly. I wanted it to be straight, i tried combing it, wetting it but nothing did the trick. It even kept it's curls when being drenched in the shower. I got a buzz cut about a week ago because i got sick of constantly combing my hair and it still being puffy and curly. I was just wondering, are there any ways to condition my hair, from the early stages to be straight, like combing every night etc? I know there are curling irons and chemicals, but i don't wanna use those, i'm looking for a natural solution.

Just done a search on Youtube for "wetting knickers" which returned on the first page: 5 videos of males wetting underwear (i.e. full on amateur fetish porn), 1 video of a person of unknown sex, and the rest being teasers or irrelevant. Is it just me, or does Google seem to have a bias against straight male oriented porn? It seems that whenever I'm lucky enough to come across a decent female wetting on Youtube, it's always taken down within a couple of weeks. Some of the videos in question have been up for a year or more.

I'm so fucking proud of this one. It still could be better, but I feel it's much better than anything I've ever written before. I hope you agree. Enjoy! Link to the previous story. ---- I pulled up into the driveway of Monica's, my girlfriend's, house, walked up to the door and knocked. We hadn't seen each other in a week, both being unreasonably busy, and I was excited to see her again, even if it was to be just a simple evening spent together at her place. Maybe even more so. She opened the door and gave me a bright smile. Monica is a fox, like me, but an Arctic one – her fur is mostly pure white, except for the tips of her tail and her ears. It's also longer than mine, even in summer, and silky to the touch. My brown coat, next to hers, feels like sandpaper. On her chest and belly, in a narrowing stripe, where foxes of more typical coloration have their white belly fur, hers is instead even softer and more delicate. Just seeing it made me want to press my face against it. And I could see it, because she was only wearing a bra and shorts. It was reasonable, in this weather, but I appreciated nevertheless. I stepped in and she pulled me into a tight hug. 'Hey, Vic', she said, and gave me a kiss. I smoothed the fur on her back with my paw. We retreated into the kitchen. I sat down and watched her as she made tea, perhaps paying more attention than I should have to her slim rump and legs. And doing that, I noticed something strange: she was standing with her legs pressed together, rubbing her thighs slightly against each other as she shifted her weight. Her bushy brush of a tail twitched nervously, smacking the cupboards every few seconds. I wondered. Did she need to pee? Was she that excited to see me again? Both? The thought of the last of option made me a little hot. 'Vic? Victor? I don't mind you staring, but try to listen to what I say.' 'Oh. I'm sorry. What were you saying?', I stammered. At the moment I could have sworn my ears were giving off enough heat to warm the house. 'I was asking you about the conference. You'd been gushing about it for weeks, how was it in the end?' The keetle boiled and she turned back towards the counter. I told her about it as she poured the water. I couldn't help but notice that as it flowed she bent forward slightly, sticking out her bottom at me and squeezing her legs together so much they trembled. A small gasp escaped her. She didn't think I could hear it over the pouring water, but I could, and I was now sure that she needed to pee, badly. But why? We kept talking and I kept watching her, taking opportunities to glance at her body under the table. She was curling her toes constantly, her claws scraping against the floor, and several times I caught her rubbing her abdomen, as if trying to relieve a cramp. Her legs never went an inch apart. I was wondering. She had a serious need to pee, she could pee at any moment, but she chose not to. Why? I didn't think she knew about my preferences in this matter. Was she doing it because she shared them? Was she enjoying it? I found myself getting seriously excited at the thought. I could help my drying mouth with the tea, but not the lack of space occuring in my pants. She stood up and stretched – very carefully, not to pull on her bladder. 'Come on, let's watch the film. I understood nothing the first time around, maybe you'll help.' We settled on the sofa in the living room. I put on the movie on the laptop and set it on a chair in front of us. I put my arm around Monica and held her left paw with mine, and she leaned against me. She shifted slighly as she pressed her legs together every few seconds. Her tail wrapped around my back and rested my lap, helping me conceal my erection. If she noticed, she didn't show it. Ten minutes into the film, she cracked open a can of soda. I wondered. She couldn't have possibly been thirsty. Was she trying to fill her bladder? I decided to drop the games and ask. 'Monica, why won't you go to the bathroom? I can see you have to.' Her green eyes glared at me over the can. Monica hesitated, and bit her lip. She started to say something, but shook her head and looked away. Then she took my right paw and said: 'Let me show you something.' She pulled back the waistband of her shorts and slowly slid my paw against the crotch of her panties. Carefully, I touched the fabric. It was damp, slightly sticky, and incredibly hot, as if she had an oven down there. I couldn't help but rub against it. Monica gasped and threw her head back, letting out a shuddering sigh. I pulled my paw out. She looked me in the eye. Her eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, and she was panting softly. She moved in closer to my face, and with deliberation grabbed my paw and brought it in between our noses. The intense scent of her arousal lingering on my fur overwhelmed my senses, making me shudder with excitement. I kissed her on the lips and reached for her breast, but she pulled out. 'Not yet.' she said in a shaky whisper. 'Won't be long, I'd been drinking water for an hour before you came'. Her hand trembled as she lifted the soda can and gulped down the remainder. She tossed the empty can to the side and gave me a naughty grin... as she reached for another one. The tightness in my pants was getting downright painful. Over the next thirty minutes, as we kissed and fondled, her urgent need transformed into intense desperation. I watched in fascination as she constantly ground her hips into the sofa and openly rubbed her paw against her crotch. She was constantly panting with arousal, her muzzle hanging open, and she felt burning hot against me. Her left paw caressed her abdomen, now visibly proturding with the bulge of her bladder. I couldn't believe my luck. I was going out of my mind with excitement. It was the most arousing sight I had ever seen or even concieved, this beautiful vixen squirming with her bladder about to explode and aroused beyond sanity. I slid my right paw down her body to her abdomen and pressed gently. Right under her soft fur, I could feel the rock-hard roundness of her completely full bladder. It felt like it had stretched to fill all space between her hips, and extended up to her navel. I pressed a little harder, and she cried out with pain and urgency. Her entire body tensed up with the effort to hold against the overwhelming pressure. She pushed me away, and in slow, deliberate movements she stood up. She couldn't come close to standing straight and stayed bent forward, one of her hands holding her bladder, as if to stop gravity from tugging at it. Her rump was inches from my nose. Suddenly, her tail smacked me right across the face. 'Sorry!', she gasped. 'I can't stand it any more. I'm going to the bathroom, and then...'. She didn't bother to finish; there was no need to. But I was right behind her. I grabbed her by the elbow and spun her around. She stared at me, startled. 'Come on', I said. 'I thought you enjoyed this.' I pulled her into a kiss, and reached to pull down her shorts and panties, caring not to put any pressure on her bladder. She struggled for a second, but when I reached around and touched the inside of her thigh, she let out a deep moan and responded to my kiss. Her panties dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. I stepped back for a moment to work on her bra. 'This is insanity', she gasped. 'Yes', I agreed. I lowered her onto her back on the sofa. I tried to spare her any strain, but she still hissed with pain as her stomach musles tugged at her bladder. I stipped out of my own clothes and joined her. She was on her back, staring at me with anticipation, barely able to move. She was heaving with lust, desire and pain. Her fur was damp over most of her body, even in places where it wouldn't normally get sweaty, and she radiated heat of arousal. I could smell it, too, the intense, sweet scent of pure sexual need setting my nerves on fire and making my head swim.She no longer had her fingers between her legs, but I could see her straining to contain her body's urges just a while longer. I could also see the while wouldn't be long. I leaned over her and kissed her. She responded in force, wrapping her arms and legs around me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her moving undearneath me, fighting against her desire to pee. Her intimate fur rubbed against my erection. I pulled out and looked her in the eye. I said, 'Tell me how you feel.' She gasped in anguish. 'You know damn well how I feel.' I licked and kissed her neck, moving slowly downwards. 'Tell me. Please.' She started speaking. 'I need to piss so bad I can barely hold it. The urge is so strong I need to squeeze back all the time. It hurts and the pressure is...' I reached her nipple and sucked on it, while fondling her breast with my fingers. She moaned in crumbling pleasure for a second before she composed herself enough to talk again. 'I'm so horny I feel like I'm on fire. I can't...' She let out a frustrated wail. 'Do something about this!' I didn't need to be told twice. I moved my muzzle down, tracing a line through the impossibly soft fur of her belly. I stopped to lick the solid bulge of her distended bladder. I could feel and see her muscles spasming and straining, barely stopping it from emptying. Her cries urged me on. Her crotch was soaked in her fluids. Its scent hit me like a brick wall, overwhelming my senses and making me dig my claws into Monica's hips. I put my tongue and mouth to work at her own engorged lips, and was rewarded with moans of pleasure. Her paws were on my head. Her hips bucked, pressing her crotch into my face, craving more stimulation. I couldn't imagine what it was doing to her need to pee. I moved back up and kissed her, making her sample her own taste. 'Ready?' I asked. 'Yes. Be gentle.' Her voice was weak and trembling. I was. I put it in very slowly, trying not to hurt her bladder. I could feel it, its wall rubbing against my shaft and its huge roundness pressing into my abdomen. Her musles were so clenched she gripped me like a vice. I stayed in, not moving, to let her adjust. She moaned in ecstasy and excruciating pain, gripping me with her legs around my hips and her arms around my back. I started to move. I couldn't avoid pressing into her overstretched bladder with every thurst, and every time she cried out in pain. But she was moving with me, lost in the mix of bliss and agony. Finally, she let out one more cry, louder and longer than any previous one, and stopped breathing. She pressed herself into me with all her strength in a silent yet tremendous gesture, her claws digging into my back and her rock-hard bladder ramming into my gut. Her entire body spasmed and her floogates broke, releasing the long-withheld liquid with startling pressure. She wailed a moan of relief as both of her body's desperate urges were satisfied at once. That was the last straw for me as well, and seconds later I collapsed next to her now limp form. She was still peeing full force, oblivious of anything but her release. A minute later, I was lying on my back and she was relaxed on top of me, her head on my chest, staring in my eyes. She brought up her paw. It was stained red around her claws. 'I came so hard I stabbed you.', she giggled. 'I'm sorry.' 'Don't worry,' I said, 'it was worth it', and kissed her.

I wrote a thing! Why furry? I just felt like it. And there's so little of this stuff out there, I'm so much more likely to make someone's day with it than if it was just another oridinary thing. I hope you don't mind. I decided not to give my characters names or detailed descriptions, and I think it worked out well, although it did lead to some slightly awkward phrasing I didn't know how to resolve. I did my best, but no miracles happened - I'm not an experienced or trained writer (this is actually the first story I've written in years that wasn't an assignment) and if that wasn't enough, English is my second language. Anyway, enjoy! And leave comments about anything you liked, didn't like, or whatever else you want! Contains straight sexual content. ---- The alarm went off again. I poured myself a glass of water, gulped it down, and reset the timer for another ten minutes. I'd been doing this for two hours, and my bladder was bursting at the seams. My bushy white tail was twitching incessantly, twisting itself around the base of my chair, beyond my control. My toes were curling up and relaxing rhythmically, my thighs squeezing and rubbing against each other, my pelvis grinding. A few times a minute, I would switch position between leaning forward, supporting myself on the desk, and leaning back in a relaxed posture, trying constantly to relieve at least a little pressure from the large, heavy and very tender ball in my abdomen. It wasn't working. The urge was now a constant, powerful surge of sensation emanating from my abdomen and lower regions, my body willing me to urinate, a forceful command now more than a reminder. Stopping myself from letting go was at this point like forcing myself not to pull a hand away from a fire, requiring constant effort and distraction to keep up. I was squirming and shifting, rubbing my hands all over myself and over the slight bulge of my bladder, noticably hard even through a layer of soft white fur. The need was doing wonders for me. I was panting with arousal, my panties damp even though I was sure I hadn't leaked yet. Looking in the mirror I had set on my desk, I could see the perfect image of desire in my foxy face, with dishevelled hair, wide open eyes and dilated pupils, and exposed skin on my ears flushed pink. My blush was so intense I could see a trace of it on my cheeks, though the white, semitransparent fur. I was yearning desperately to cram both my paws between my legs, and not with holding my pee in mind, but even the slight stimulation I was getting from grinding around was enough to send me near the edge, and I didn't want to end the experience yet. My control started slipping, and my claws gently brushed against the wet fabric and damp intimate fur, sending bolts of pleasure mixed with pain thorough-- Doorbell. I yanked my hand out, swaring profusely. I didn't need this. I briefly considered ignoring it, but then I thought I would deal with it quickly rather than listen to someone pound on my door for fifteen minutes. With greatest care, I stood up and straghtened out, trembling from the sharp stabs of pain and need it caused. There was a mirror in the front hall, and I scowled at my appearance: apart from obviosuly radiating horniness and standing awkwardly bent forward, I was also rather minimally dressed, in shorts, a blouse, and nothing else. My nipples were poking out and tufts of fur were sticking out over my waistband in a way that would trigger a violent assault with a brush if my mother ever saw it. Oh well. They can deal with it if they walk in on people like this. I did my best to compose myself and opened the door, expecting to sign another housing paper or receive another notification about whatever from the board, but got a surprise. 'Surprise', he said, pulling me into a hug. I tried not to get my bladder squashed. 'You kept bugging me to make this cake and then never turned up to have it', he said with a grin, 'so I thought I would turn up with it.' He stepped in, and I got a look at him. He was my best friend, occasionally my best kissing friend, and the one person I wouldn't mind barging in on me like this... at least if I weren't about to piss myself. He was a bit taller than me, fine-looking if not really athletic, and in very classic and very pleasing browns, blacks and whites. I got a funny look as he walked by, probably thinking he interrupted me in the middle of a masturbation session. He wasn't wrong, in a way, and I didn't mind. I stared at the bathroom door. Every logical bone in my body was screaming at me to be sane, excuse myself and empty my bladder, now screaming for mercy. But my arousal-soaked, hormone-infused body had very few logical bones left in it, and I grit my teeth, squeezed my holding muscles and followed him into the kitchen. Just sitting down was an amazing relief, taking pressure off and letting me squirm about under the table, but I was still in an absolutely desperate situation. The rock-hard lump of my bladder was now stretching out the waistband of my shorts and sending pangs of honest-to-god pain. I felt like I was being stabbed with a needle every few seconds. The other urge wasn't going away, either, and I had to intently focus on the cake to stop myself from attempting to tear clothes off my friend. I managed to compliment the cake and keep up a semblance of small talk, but his increasingly amused smile told me I wasn't fooling anybody. He must have been thinking I was rubbing myself off under the table and finding it hilarious. I couldn't blame him, really; I was sitting on my tail, rocking back and forth with my paws obviously in my crotch and my whole body oozing lust. I felt a powerful spasm, my entire belly contracting, a spurt jetting into my panties. I let out a little yelp; he shook his head in incredulity. The water alarm went off. I mumbled something about a phone and hobbled out of the kitchen. Once in the hall, I doubled over, crossed my legs and jammed my figers between them, pushing with all my strength. The urge was terryfingly powerful now, a roar threatening to take over all my senses, compounded by constant pangs of sharp pain. I trembled with the effort to hold my bladder. I was in absolute heaven, and everything about the situation, even my best friend thinking I was getting off right next to him, was turning me on even more. I silenced the alarm and shuffled back, going right past the bathroom door. I could go in, I could just go in and piss, but I was too far gone to act with any sense, only satysfying my desires counted right now. And, incredibly, my bladder wasn't having the top prority. I half-hobbled, half-ran into the kitchen, pulled him out of his chair, and completely ignoring his alarmed expression, latched our muzzles in a savage kiss. His erection stabbed me right in the bladder, causing me to spurt, to yelp, and to break off. 'Bed', I blurted, short of breath. 'You sure?', he asked. We'd made out before, but we never went further than that. I had my reasons, and he respected them enough to ask at such a sudden change of mind. He wasn't going to resist, though, I could see and hear and feel that my antics had done a good job of turning him on. 'Yes. Oh fuck, yes. Shut up, go.' Few seconds later, I was on the bed, on my back, my tail smacking around wildly; I was losing my clothes and my mind. I couldn't quite make out what was happening through the dense haze of urge, lust, arousal and pain, but there were hands and lips all over my neck, my arms, my chest, ruffling the fur over the solid bulge of my distended bladder, and then he burst out laughing. 'Oh god, I get it now. You're the kinkiest bitch.' I could only respond with a feral wail, and then his hands reached between my legs, and I couldn't think any more, and then he went in and I went up, I lost the perception of time and I cried, I laughed, I felt the unbelievable pressure and urge and pleasure and pain all fusing and feeding off each other and reinforcing each other, I felt him crushing my bladder and filling me, and I gripped him tight with everything I had and moved with him, and I let loose a spurt, then another, and then all the muscles contracted at once and I was completely wetting myself all over him during what was so much more than an orgasm, riding a titanic wave of release of more than one kind. I came crashing down like a meteor, and my swimming head slowly became aware of a sound. We were both a mess of soaked fur, huddled together, and he was laughing softly with his muzzle in my neck fur. 'You, oh my. You're completely crazy, you know that? Fucking insane. I love it. I love you.' he said softly and kissed me. 'Come on, let me clean up this mess.'