Recently I've been adapting to my little exhibitionist side, like purposely getting desperate in public and hiding it. I try to avoid public bathrooms which increases the difficulty of being unnoticed. So for the past few months, I've been doing this little "game" of unnoticed desperation, I also wore a extra pairs of pants sometimes or one in my purse for u...
Author's note - this story is about desperation and wetting fetishes. If that's not your thing, this would be a very good place to stop... it also helps if you've read the first part first. ***** Kate and Sam were both having trouble walking as they left the Prince of Orange. Sam was pressing a knuckle into the crotch of her skirt to try and help contain h...
She took her time getting ready. The bath with softly scented oils and flower petals, the fragrant perfumes and the transparent black negligee that was barely covering her pale skin. Her full breasts felt heavy and her nipples were tightened to the point where it was slightly painful, especially when the mesh fabric of the shift she was wearing brushed aga...
Schreckschusswaffe? Check. Kabelbinder? Check. Sturmmaske? Check. Du hast deine wichtigsten Utensilien vorbereitet. Mit zitternden Händen schaltest du den PC aus. Das Bild der Dokumente scheint sich in den Desktop hineingebrannt zu haben, dann verschwindet es und lässt dich mit deinem Spiegelbild zurück. Es wird Zeit. Entweder jetzt oder nie, du kannst die g...
"Welcome to the Orange County sir," Mark flashed a pleasant smile at the bald, grumpy, pot-bellied customer who just walked in through the gold panelled doors of the classy restaurant. Mark glanced briefly at the man. He seemed to be in his 50's and hardly met anyone's gaze. The captain of the restaurant, an older man, ushered the customer to his table and t...
As I stumbled up the stairs of my flat I could still feel his hot lips pressed against mine, his hand firmly rubbing my clit through my trousers… The wine in the club had gone straight to my head, dancing held up close to Danny made me so hot. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pubic bone. I could feel the crotch of my thong getting wet with my o...
Bob remains the love of my life, the fountain of my admiration! Handsome beyond words, virile and composed, sexually insatiable in many ways, Bob has become what every woman wants - in addition to her own husband, of course. In the intimacy of our extra-marital affairs I enjoy massaging his prostate, deeply and slowly, my fingers moving very deliberately to...
Warning: This is not a story for everyone. Katy on occasion indulges my various fetishes that may not appeal to the majority. If tales of urination are not your thing, this story won't be for you. For those who haven't read our other stories, a bit about us. I'm 40 years old married to the most wonderful woman on earth. My lover, my best friend, my rock, m...
It has been two hours in traffic after chugging more than a liter of ice, cold water. The gridlock seemed to have no way of clearing up any time sooner and my bladder ached uncomfortably inside. I was cold and sweaty at the same time. The air conditioning was rather confusing. But one thing was really clear. I had to pee. Urgently. Like right now. The way my...
CAST OF CHARACTERS Stella: Young, just turned 19; very tall and skinny; small, tight breasts, eagerly enthusiastic to learn all there is to know. Nelly: Stella's boss at work and occasional lover; far more experienced in all aspects of bisexual pleasures; mature and slightly out of shape, yet still retaining that certain edge of youthful beauty and pl...