Readers: This is my attempt to write a story that is truly passionate as well as satisfying to those folks who, like me, enjoy a bit of wetness now and again. I welcome all comments and votes, and I do hope this story appeals to my fans - both male and female. Enjoy! The obsession started when I was just a boy. I would be in the bathroom, brushing my teeth...
"Time's up!" echoed the Relief Officer. All this while, she had been timing Nick's permitted duration of relief on her stopwatch. A mere ten minutes. Sadly, that never gave him any relief. All what happened during those ten minutes is build up. A strong buildup of pressure waves in his bladder. Truth was that... he had to pee worse than before! As she lean...
It really all just started on accident one day. The moon and stars just happened to align perfectly, and the resulting chain reaction miraculously lead to a repeating trend under the right occasional circumstances that I would find extremely erotic years later, and which paradoxically saved a relationship. It's fascinating, and perhaps even a little bit frig...
Sometimes I wonder how I got into this mess. The answer is obvious but it usually comes during the day when I pee. Carla's orders are to sit when I pee. I lift up my skirt, and tuck the exposed chastity device down, and relieve myself. Just like now. The shiny pink pvc sissy maid outfit she bought for me is locked on at the neck. I stand up and flush walking...
There I was, gawking at girls who were desperate to pee, trying so hard not to wet themselves. I was in a club, with an excellent view of the line for the ladies' room. Aw, the fun of watching women who have broken the seal and are practically bursting. I got hard just thinking about it. I didn't even see her approach, but I felt a tap on my shoulder. I tur...
This page serves as a central root from which many one-shots, short stories, and adventures can branch from. The root itself is just to define a starting point, setting details, and main purpose for each tale tied to it. Effectively, this serves as a base-level introduction to the world- the stories themselves do not necessarily need to be read in order, or...
In this crossover, Ophelia from my story "Life Hack" meets Kumiko from my PWYS series. It's told from the former's point of view. ~~~~~~~~~~ Looking back, it's amazing how nonchalant I've become about using the spare bed in my dorm for convenient self-relief. I deliberately peed on it out of desperation for the first time halfway through last semester, and...
The sensation of relief gushing through my cock was exquisite. My fingers could feel the hard flow desperate to escape pulse through my semi erect shaft as I watched the steady jet play up the stone wall in front of me, proximity sufficient for hot splash backs to pepper my ankles and sandaled feet. The feelings accompanying the immediate release of my desp...
True story; no names are used to respect privacy. We've all been in that situation before: we have to pee and there's either A) no bathroom in sight, or B) there is a bathroom in sight, but something is keeping us from using it. While scenario B is often worse than scenario A, the urgency to pee always increases in either scenario. What happened to me recen...
This one's in third-person, which makes it an oddball, probably because I wrote it before I really decided to turn my stories into a connected series. ---------- After three years, Ashima thought she knew the Nokushima twins pretty well. One of them had been her college roommate for three years now, and she'd heard enough stories from that one all about th...