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...
It wasn't until she was on the subway, holding tightly to her bag of sex toys and texting her boyfriend with one hand, that she realized how badly she needed to piss. Eliza had gotten off work and bolted straight home, desperate to get ready and head to Nathan's as soon as possible: she had showered and changed her clothes, grabbed a snack, and fingered her...
Roger and I (Phil) had been together a few months when we both discovered we loved peeing games. Although Roge has a slight physique, he has a wonderful cock that I love so much, playing with it, when it is deep inside me or peeing so hard on me. I am tall and always smiling, I am so happy with Roge. Although nervous at first, we avoided being caught until...
*warning this story has a lot of piss play. So if you're not into that you should probably choose another story. If not continue forward and enjoy* Emily sighed in pleasure as she let her tight bra fall to the floor. She lightly massaged her large breasts and admired herself in the mirror. Her breasts were perky despite their size and capped with small p...
Author's note: The Depths of Depravity series is an anthology of short, stand-alone stories. They're written from a first- and second-person perspective, with the first-person character being a nameless, faceless, dominant man, and the second-person character a submissive woman. I've kept the physical descriptions of these characters as light as possible, so...
I had read a story on a fetish porn site about a woman named Jen stopping behind after hours and taking a naughty piss over the carpet in a conference room. The author had then gone onto to describe how the woman, turned-on by her actions had gone onto experimenting by first peeing over the table in the same room before taking a piss in her manager's cup. Th...
This story contains: A transgender man (post-operative chest and pre-operative genitalia), male-to-male sexual relations, and nontechnical language for FtM sex organs. What may be referred to as the "clitoris" will be called a dick, cock, etc., due to the preference for linguistically masculinizing his external sex organ. ***** Two older roommates were les...
I woke early the next morning, and gathered all the wet clothes and towels and threw them in the washing machine. As I made coffee I mentally prepared my story, checking it for plausibility, hiding my shame from myself, making sure I sounded like the good guy, not the guy who pissed on my naked little sister in the tub. I told it to myself over and over, mak...
"I've got to pee," Sean leaned closer to Richard and whispered. "I know," he answered coyly. "I'm serious! I'm not holding anymore! I was on the brink of pissing my pants a moment ago," he confessed in a fierce whisper. "Hold it then," Richard toyed around. "Which part of 'I'm not holding anymore' did you miss?" he shot back. "So that means we're ov...
I woke up in my bed in the middle of the night, next to my fiancée, her light breathing demonstrating to me that yes, she was asleep. I looked around for the clock, but the bright light always kept us awake, so it was covered with my shirt and too far across the room to read without getting up. I fished under papers on my messy nightstand for my phone and wa...