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  • — Wet Stories —
    Straight Female / 32

    My parents are socialites, we are four sisters and we grew up in Never Land, never wanting for anything. One by one, as we got to college age went off to college, my two older sisters went to the old Alma Matters but my younger sister and I rebelled. She wanted to be a nun and I went to Berkley. Me going to Berkley was a cake walk, my sister deciding to be a nun wasn't. My father who was a go along to get along type eventually just told my sister no, no permission, over his dead body and told me to take her with me to Berkley.

    Life at Berkley was nothing but drugs, alcohol and sex. My sister who was denied being a nun decided to make it up by fucking anything that walked on two legs. The more she tried the better she liked those on two legs who had nothing but a slit between their legs and went headlong into the lesbian lifestyle. I tried girls, I really did give it my college try, but a dick won out and I mainly fucked guys.

    My sister got into this relationship with an activist about anything and everything and she was controlling girl without any direction. I had to rescue my sister and I put her in touch with this girl I knew from class. She was quiet and nice and came from a social status similar to ours. I have to say that my sister and I never bought into a lot of the radical stuff and my sister's new girlfriend didn't either. They were lesbian as you can get, they got along fine and they hated Obama (and later hated Hillary even more). They were the oddballs, being lesbians.

    I went in and out of politics, mostly leaning left on social issues but my father's reins were always on us and if we went too far he brought us back into line with a strong tug. In my left leaning days he decided that I was going to be better off with a man that he chose for me and not one of those California hippies. I was married in my junior year to Frank, Mr. Upright and Straight and Republican and Rich. Get on with it, get those grandchildren coming.

    It all came to a dead stop one day. My husband told me to suck his dick. Just 'suck my dick'. 'Get over here and suck my dick'. 'Didn't you hear what I said, get over here and suck my dick'. I went over and sucked his dick because he had this look on his face, but my love affair with him was over. I never sucked his dick again and I hardly gave him sex and I decided that one was enough and I wasn't getting pregnant again with him.

    Ten years later, my sister and her girlfriend are getting married by the pool at my parent's house, this is in April of this year. She is all dressed up in a wedding gown and her girlfriend is all dressed up in a wedding gown, she is wearing a nice solitaire engagement ring and her girlfriend is wearing a nice solitaire engagement ring, they are both made up by a professional make up artist that the photographer picked for the pictures, they both have their hair made up, they are both just plain beautiful. I ask my sister, so who is the wife? I mean when it comes down to it, who is the wife and who is the husband here. I get the dead look and decide to leave it well enough alone.

    I have a few drinks along with everyone else, I am basking in my misery, my sister is getting married and I am divorced with a child and no prospects for anything. I had not been laid in four years since I got divorced, believe me I thought about it all the time, sucking his dick was better than being left out but that train had left the station and I was all alone in my misery that night. I leave the party and go up to my parent's room, they have a balcony that overlooks the forest in the back of the house, I pull out a marijuana cigarette and lit it standing there looking at the shadows. His hand covered my mouth and his other hand grabbed my breast. I was dragged back into the room and he put me on the bed face down and held me with his hand on my neck and my face in the pillow. Whatever noise I made wasn't heard by anyone, he struggled trying to get my panties down until I just said fuck it and pushed them down myself and opened my legs and raised my ass up and he fucked me.

    I must have been dripping wet because his dick went in me like a hot knife through butter, I struggled to control my orgasm, but it went off and I shook under him while he fucked his sperm into me. When it was over and I was laying there flat on my stomach and he released my neck a little so I could turn my head I called him an asshole and he pushed my head back into the pillow and left. I lay there for a long long time, just enjoying having my naked butt open for business, feeling the residuals of his fucking, dreaming of the way it was back when we were at Berkley and we got fucked on the turn of a dime. I thought about my sister, that night she was going to get her pussy licked, but she wasn't going to get fucked. I thought about my mother, how many times had she been fucked on that bed. I thought about my older sisters, did they like getting fucked and then I thought about my daughter downstairs with her cousins, who was going to fuck her? So I laid on the bed with my dress up over my naked ass with my legs spread open. I should have just sucked my husband's dick when he told me to.

    #45465 — Comments (1) — Jul 28, 2019 at 7:16 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 50

    I was a bed wetter as a child. The bed wetting continued into my teenage years. A doctor told my parents when I was 13 it was a weal valve and I would out grow it. I don't think they believed him. Every time I wet the bed I was bare bottom spanked. Mother used a wooden paddle, Dad used his belt. Made to get out of the wet bed, stand at the end of the bed in my little boy wet flannel pajamas. Pajamas pulled down, bent over the end of the bed. Spanked bare bottom many times to teach me a lesson. Sometimes the bed wetting was 2 or 3 days in a row and my sore bottom spanked hard every day. I wet the bed until I was 17. I grew up being told bed wetting was naughty and naughty was punished by bare bottom spankings.
    Now at 60 I like to be naughty. Naughty needs to be punished by bare bottom spankings. I wet the bed on purpose now. I have spare room in basement with single bed set up with flannel sheets, a plastic mattress cover and have flannel pajamas. It feels so good to lay in bed and wet myself.
    I have a neighbor lady who checks on my house when I go away. I came home from a trip 1 day early a year ago.
    I went to the basement to my little boy bed to sleep. I wet the bed . The lady came in thinking I was still away and found me. She seemed to right away. Told me what naughty little boy I was. She asked what happens to naughty boys who wet their bed. I told her they get bare bottom spanked until they cannot t sit down for a month. She found a big wide leather belt and gave me the strapping I so deserved. She has bought a big wooden paddle and I crave being spanked bare bottom with it. Lately she has brought a friend with her and the 2 women tease me, humiliate me and spank me. I told her if she had a male friend who spanked then it would remind me of my big strong Father spanking me. Oh my, I love to wet the bed and get the spanking I so deserve.

    #45464 — Comments (0) — Jul 28, 2019 at 3:16 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Straight Female / 18

    I am a girl and I love to pee. I pee in my underwear, trash can, floor and sometimes wee wee pads. I fantasize on wetting my bed but I still live with my parents. I also want to wear diapers, but again I live with my parents. Anyways... hereâs my story of when I peed on the trash can.

    I waited until my mom went to the shower and then I closed my door and got my trash can, squatted and peed a little bit. I then controlled it and grabbed a cup and peed on the cup. I tasted the pee a little bit and then dumped it out. I love the way pee feels but not the way it tastes.

    Here âs the story of when I peed on a wee wee pad.
    I waited until my mom left to park her car and then I grabbed a wee wee pad, placed it on the floor and stood on top of it and peed. It felt so good and warm. I peed so much that the wee wee pad couldnât absorb all of it and it leaked to the floor. After I was done I laid down on the peed wee wee pad and fingered myself. After I was done fingering myself, I threw away the wee wee pad and used a swiffer to clean the floor. I then took a shower.

    Here& acirc;s the story of me peeing on the floor.
    I was texting my current boyfriend and I felt really horny and peed on the floor. But in 3 little spurts and then I emptied my blaster.

    Thatâs my stories/confessions of me peeing. I now fantasize of someone peeing on me, me peeing all over my future furniture, holding myself until I burst and a lot more.

    #45304 — Comments (1) — Jul 15, 2019 at 7:20 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It. ( * )
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    Straight Female / 54

    Wet is wonderful for me now, it took me until my 60th birthday celebration to make my husbands biggest desire become reality! We had taken a short city break trip to Rome and to celebrate my birthday would see all the delights that Rome had to offer, brilliant city and although we were both in our 60's, well me only just, we did a lot of walking and sight seeing. Lovely city and lovely people. On the 2nd night we were there, a bottle of Champagne was delivered to our room and left in a bucket of ice, compliments of the hotel management.

    When we arrived back at our room we were a little surprised to see it, however, we did not need any encouragement to drink it!

    My husband poured me a glass and he took a smaller one for himself. We sat on the hotel room balcony watching the world go by drinking the bubbly, I seemed to be getting a larger share of the bottle. All the bubbles made me feel like I needed to to go the loo.

    As I stood my husband preempted me and stopped me. He was smiling, must be something up? He looked at me and said "you know how I have always wanted a golden shower from you", well I had to agree as he had mentioned it enough over the years, but I had never wanted to treat my husband so badly as to relieve myself all over his face and body. Well he was persistent this time and the longer he held me, the more I wanted to just drop my knickers and pee. It was becoming pretty clear if he didn't let me go I was going to wet myself on the hotel room floor. I reluctantly relented and said "OK, just this once, you naughty boy". I have never seen him undress so quickly, he stood naked in front of me in about 45 seconds. I quickly removed my blouse, bra, 3 quarter length white cropped trousers and my almost soaked knickers, I too was naked, now the hard part! We laid several towels on the bed and he laid on top of them and motioned for me to stand or kneel over his face, I did as he wanted.

    I felt a little embarrassed, I was tipsy from the Champagne, but I knew what I was doing. I positioned my vagina directly over his face, too late for a change of heart husband as I released a golden shower from my pussy all over his face, he was desperately trying to get it in his mouth, I could hear him trying to swallow. It must have been the longest wee I have ever done, when I was finished I could feel his tonge on my vagina lips, licking the last drops from me.

    I got off the bed and surprised to see how little had made it onto the towels, my dearest hubby had drank most of it, I wanted to kiss him, but didn't under the circumstances. We both headed for the shower. It was a dream come true for my husband, but for me I put it down to the Champagne.

    #45235 — Comments (1) — Jul 11, 2019 at 2:36 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 26

    Around 10 years ago, I learned the wonders of wetting the bed. Well, I say wonders when it was first an accident in progress as I slowly woke up. I realized what was going on, but I didn't want to stop. It was so warm, felt so good, and I was certainly feeling naughty. When I rolled over to my stomach, I felt the wet, warmth against my pussy. Never had I felt such a pleasure there before.

    Sure, I knew about masturbating, and did it from time to time. But I didn't think it could feel anywhere near as good as this. I continued pressing my pussy against the bed until I was humping it. In mere seconds, I was stuffing my head into my pillow to muffle the moans that escaped as my body shook in pure pleasure. Eventually, I tried to do it a second time, but the bed was getting cold. Despite how good this felt, I hated the mess I made.

    I'd let myself get the best of me, and just wet the bed more often for this pleasure. I was stupid and didn't realize how badly I was ruining the mattress, and my parents weren't all too keen learning about my "accidents." When they purchased a new mattress for me, I started protecting my bed. Even then, I didn't do it as much. The cleaning was a hassle, but sometimes the urge is just too strong.

    Currently, holding it in for tonight. I've gotten better at getting more orgasms, but I'm hoping for many more than usual. Just a mere fantasy to have endless orgasms, I know...sigh

    #45210 — Comments (1) — Jul 10, 2019 at 2:22 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 36

    I work for a large insurance company and have a fairly responsible job in IT, I am the change manager and enjoy my job, some of the younger girls look up to me and some I am sure despise me, I am 36 and have kept myself in reasonable shape by being an active jogger, I have never found time for long term relationships as I was eager to progress my career. I head up a team of 10 and report directly to the Head of IT, I have no time for petty office politics either.

    Every year we have a corporation bash at an out of town hotel / conference center where the managers of all departments gather to hear the company report for the previous 12 months, in all around 200 all descend on this hotel which is block booked by the company, it's a chance to talk and network with old friends from the company.

    Anyway the last night of the bash we have a theme night and participation is mandatory, it's a lighthearted way to forget the facts and figures of the previous 2 days, this particular year someone decided to have a 1950's theme night, with a live band playing music from the era, personally I could not have thought of anything worse.

    Anyway I was stumped as to what to wear for a 1950's theme, so like all good girls I asked my Mum who would have been growing up into a woman during that era. So I called over and after a cup of tea I told mum of my predicament, I said I was obliged to take part, but did not have a clue as to what to take with me.

    After a few minutes, mum got up and beckoned my to follow her to her walk in wardrobe adjacent to her and dad's master bedroom, this was like the inner sanctum and all manner of dresses, shoes, jackets and coats coats were neatly hung or placed on racks. Mum started to select a few items, she had kept every piece of clothing she ever worn, bought, borrowed or was given as presents. She gave me the items and told me to try them on, so I took the items of clothing to the en suit bathroom and undressed down to my underwear, I tried on a dress with such a slim waist and large top half, I could not fit and it didn't look very appealing, as I was going to throw myself into the night I wanted to look glamorous and above all sexy. I walked out to mum and said it just didn't do anything for me. She looked and was gone for a few minutes, when she returned she handed me a bundle of items and said if you need a hand call me. I walked back the bathroom and looked at what she had given me. They were not outer wear clothes they were genuine 1950's lingerie. I stripped off my bra and panties, where to start, the dress required a super slim waist, so I called for mum to give me a hand, I was still naked when she entered the bathroom, "when did you start shaving down there?" was the first thing she said, always matter of fact was mum, I ignored her question and asked where do I start? Well she picked out, what she called a waspie with the longest suspenders I had ever seen, she fastened this around my waist and pulled it super tight, I felt it pull in my waist.

    She then selected a bra, which looked like it had to motorway cones instead of cups and I put it on, my breasts looked very impressive but conical, she then suggested I try the dress on, wow what a difference, it fit me like a glove, very slim tiny even waist and a very large bust, I had a look in the full length mirror and was delighted with the result. Mum then suggested I wear grey stockings, seamed of course and a pair of panties from that era, they were pink cotton with very strong elastic around the waist, they were not snug and when they were on, I could feel my bottom was free to giggle and move.

    So I was sorted, mum even supplied makeup from that era, very red lipstick, and said I should wear my hair up.

    I drove to the hotel on the morning the conference kicked off, parked my car and checked in, we all had single rooms except for a few of the juniors who had to share. The conference started with lots of boring speeches and an awful lot of facts and figures, the 2 days dragged and it was the same thing every night, married men, single men, married women and single women all trying to hit on someone who was in a slightly higher post than themselves. I enjoyed a bit of banter with the other IT guys and girls and spent my evenings propped up in the bar.

    The conference ended at 5 pm and we were all requested to be back in the ballroom for 9.15 sharp for the end of conference bash. So without further ado I made my way to my room and took a long hot bath, I made time to make sure I was clean shaven down below and relaxed with a glass of wine.

    After my bath, i climbed from the tub and wrapped a robe around my naked body, I dried off and took my 1950's attire from my case. Now how did this go I thought to myself? First the waspie and had problems pulling it tight, it was a two person operation, I slipped on the robe and went next door to one of the girls from IT, I explained my situation and she readily agreed to assist me. She was getting ready also, but was almost fully clothed, I opened my robe as modestly as possible and she pulled the waspie tight. I thanked her and left.

    Next item when I got back to my room, oh yes stockings attached to the suspenders, seams straight, then the bra I was starting to look like a pin up from the 1950's. I found the pink cotton panties and pulled them on, they felt different to my normal huggy one's as these allowed for my bottom to move and I could only imagine how my bottom would jiggle on the dance floor! Then the crowning glory the dress slipped on and I must admit I looked pretty hot, small waist, large bust, round voluptuous bottom. I fixed my hair and make up and was ready to make an entrance at 9.15 on the dot!

    The ballroom was almost full when I got there, some employees and managers had made more of an effort than others, however when I walked in, all eyes were transfixed on my bust! I was enjoying the moment and even some of the girls who probably despised me, were actually giving me compliments. The evening was a huge success, great music from the era, a free bar and a decent enough meal. I was up on the dance floor shaking my bottom in my pink cotton panties that only I knew I had on. At the end of the evening the band played a slow set. I was just about to head to the bar when one of the retired directors asked me to dance, well this chap was in his 70's and was dressed as a well a guy in his 70's. We danced and as it was a slow one he held me tight. We was making small talk about what department I worked in and stuff like that. As we danced I felt his hand drop to my bottom, I didn't mind, he then asked "are you wearing stockings?" I replied "Yes of course it's a 1950's night". He then said "can I see them?" well of course he could not see them on the dance floor, so I felt pretty safe as he was in his 70's and told him my room number and to call for a drink. I made my excuses to my colleagues and retired for the night, I was in my room and within 10 minutes I heard a knock, sure enough the old gent had called to my room.

    He apologized for asking to see my stockings, but he had watched me all night dancing and was enthralled with my jigglerly bottom! I laughed and offered him a drink. We chatted for a while and then I said it was getting late and if he was going to get a look at my stocking tops I had better show him soon. With that I stood and lifted the hem of my dress up over the tops of my stockings, he saw what he wanted to see, the smile on his face was priceless, he then asked "how are you keeping them up?" so I said, "no touching" and took the dress off. He looked and asked me to turn round in a circle, which I did.

    He looked at me and smiled and said "thank you, you have made me very happy." I don't know if it were the drink or the fact that I was sure this old gent was not going to try anything on, so what I did next was spur of the moment. I unhooked my stockings and pulled them off, I asked him to assist with the removal of the waspie and bra, his hands were trembling, soon I was standing in only my pink cotton knickers given to me by my mum. I asked him "would you like to touch my breasts?" He said nothing, but reached out and gently fondled and caressed my breasts. I was single and what harm if I was bringing some happiness to this old gent? He moved one hand down to my pink cotton pantie covered bum and fondled and kneaded it. Very slowly his hand moved into my panties, so this is why mum wears them? I said "you can take them off if you want to" which he nodded to and quite easily started to remove them until I was naked. I could hear his breathing getting deeper and I could feel his hand trembling.

    I asked him "are you happy now?" to which he replied "happier than I have been in a long time." I was feeling empowered I was single, naked and making an old gent very happy. I became bolder and asked if I could see his cock, he said " I am old and I have not had an erection in 7 years". I undid the buttons of his fly and put my hand into his underpants and fished out a limp 7 inch penis. I gently squeezed it. He was still caressing my breasts and bottom, he appeased to have no interest in my shaven pussy? I undressed the old gent, his body was in very good condition, still muscular and firm which surprised me. Once he was naked I laid him on the bed and took his flaccid penis in my mouth. I could feel it was having the desired effect and his penis was getting erect. I guided his erect penis into my wet pussy and mounted him and rode his cock slowly. He was busy with my boobs and bottom and I made sure to get as much depth as possible. By now I was getting very aroused and must admit that the old gent fucked me to a climax. I do not know whether or not he came as I was so wet.

    We kissed and I got off him, He said "can I have you pink cotton panties?" I said they were a present from my mother, not my usual knickers, but from now on they will be. I relented and gave them to him. I never asked his name, however a couple of weeks later I called to mum and she asked me with a little glint in her eye how the conference went, I said "it went well" to which she produced the little pink cotton panties I had given to the old gent? Apparently he knew mum in more ways than one and had returned the panties as he wanted to see her in them as well!

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    Straight Male / 22

    "don't go anywhere near that house!" was what I was told, stay away from the people there; was the warning I was given when I moved into the room I was renting from an old couple. I just thought that meant they didn't get on with whoever lived there.

    So after a little while curiosity got the better of me, I started watching to see who lived there and after a short while I gathered it was two men; so what was so bad.

    I saw over the next few weeks that they seemed popular with the amount of visitors hey seemed to get in the evenings, mostly men and the odd woman who spend a few hours there.

    So I really wondered why it was so bad, what could they be doing to offend my landlords so bad?

    I started adding their house onto the route I jogged, random times of the morning and always in the late evening; passing by a couple of time during my circuit.

    One night I could hear the sounds of grunting and slapping, very guttural and not loud but carried in the quiet of the neighbourhood.

    It dawned on me that maybe they were a couple, like a gay real life couple; so maybe that's why the landlords were not happy, they had gays in the neighbourhood.

    What is so bad about that?

    Now fast forward a little bit, I had caught their notice; they sometimes were near the front and they waved as I jogged by.

    One day as they waved I slowed down and rested against their fence taking a breather; they came over and introduced themselves as Jeff and Gary.

    We talked a little bit, they commented on how dedicated I was to jogging; I said it's great for stamina.

    Over the next few weeks I stopped by and chatted to them, they seemed really cool and friendly.

    To appease the landlords, I did this when I knew they wouldnt be around.

    So one evening they invited me in for a beer, offering me a towel to wipe my sweat off.

    We sat around for over an hour laughing and chatting until I asked why my Landlords didnt like them and straight up they said they were gay and those landlords of mine were really closed minded.

    I said I was not bothered, they were great blokes and nice to chat too; both were very happy to hear that.

    So offering me a tour of the house, they showed me around; when we got to the door to the basement which they explained was their entertainment area and maybe I was not up for seeing that.

    I asked what so bad about that, they told me it was their play space and it clicked. "Oh"

    They were both cool if I wanted to skip but I was honestly intrigued.

    It was really tasteful, one area was a bar some couches and a music system; very chic and obviously not cheap.

    I asked what was behind the curtained area, they said that was the play space.

    I've seen porn, I've seen hard porn, bondage etc... but never had I been in a space that was equipped for it.

    I walked forward and they just stood and watched as I explored, they said what things were for; a swing, a bondage chair and what they called a sleep sack.

    there were various toys, restraints and other paraphenalia strewn about it was a very well equipped space.

    They told me that they hired it out to people, let friends use it and hosted the odd party.

    "You ever done any of this?" asked Jeff, I shook my head and said "No"

    "Wanna try?"

    I took a few breaths, did I want to try it? did they want sex with me? I was pretty much still a virgin, never gotten all the way with anyone.

    "Do you mean sex or just try the toys?"

    "Both, either. its up to you"


    "Ok? to what?"

    "Can I just see how we go? I'm not worried that your guys, I'm just not sure how far I want to go"

    "Unde rstood, how about you just try what you want?"

    "Can I try the swing, it looks the least scary piece of furniture"

    "Tell you what, let me and Gary take care of you and I'm sure you'll ebjoy it"

    So with a bit of nerves I followed them over and stripped like they said, "no one uses this fully clothed, well at least not in the clothes your wearing"

    So here i was naked, and being helped to sit in the sling; my body being adjusted to sit in the right place, hands being told to hold onto the grips.

    "It's comfy" I told them and they chuckled

    "so up for the restraints?"

    I jist nodded as they each took a set of leather cuffs and locked my arms in place, a handcuff manacle around my wrists locked them in place whilst they then lifted me legs into the holds, a belt across each thigh holding them in place.

    I was seroiously aroused and they commented on my rather large erection, the way they were teasing me was quite fun.

    I watched as they kissed, thier hands wandering down their bodies I watched engrossed in how great they looked as thir tops came off, quickly soon they were both naked and watching me watch them.

    Gary dropped to his knees and quickly took Jeff's stiff member into his eager mouth, with Jeffs hands taken a grasp of his head as he began to buck.

    "Gary's very good, he such a good cock whore" said Jeff, keeping his eyes on me as he fucked Gary's mouth.

    I was pulling on the restraints but I couldnt budge, I just sat there unable to do anything.

    "Do you want to play now?" asked Jeff,

    "Yes, fucking hell YES" I shouted

    "What do you want boy?"

    "Please, I want to cum so bad, help me please?"

    &q uot;Good Boy! Gary up now!"

    Gary quickly stopped what he was doing, "So Gary the new boy here wants to cum, what should we get in exchange?"

    Gary stood there pretending to mull it over, "I want his arse!"

    I shook my head, "OH, you dont want to cum then boy"

    I still wanted to cum so bad, but I was so unsure about them using my arse.

    "Too bad, how about me and Gary go to bed and you can let yourself out" said a smilng Jeff, pointing to my rather bound state.

    "Gary go get the sensory hood and the padlock!"

    I mentally shat myself seeing the rather severe looking device.

    "Now boy, we've watched you watch us for some time. You've teased us in those jogging shorts of yours, your swaet covered muscles and now you've used our gear!"

    I just watched as Gary started to unzip the hood and loosen the laces and straps.

    "So what do you want, to chicken out after coming this far; to regret what could have been so fun?"

    "The hood, Gary's got will make things seem more intense; no sight, no sound, no ability to talk. It will make you want for every touch, so do you want us to leave you to get yourself loose, or do you want to take this further?"

    Gary held the hood, the leather starting to be pulled down over my head

    "3,2,1!" I was still frozen as the hood was fully pulled into place, plunging me into darkness.

    I didnt argue...

    I then woke up from my fucking wet dream, trying to piece together all the thoughts in my head.

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    Straight Female / 22

    I need to wake up every morning at 5 to head for college.Today morning my alarm clock went dead and when i woke up it was 7.As i had a compulsory college session,i had to be on time.I just put on my clothes and rushed to catch a bus.
    I was dying to pee but i thiught i could control and reach college.
    Nd do u know what the worst thing was?the bus was crowded,i didnt get a seat and had to stand.As the bus took turns i felt my bladder exploding but i still controlled.
    But when the bus came over a speed breaker i was done.I could feel warm pee trickling down my pants.For few seconds i felt so relieved but the very next moment i realized i was standing in the bus and every single person was staring at my pussy and the shower that was still trickling down.People at the back of the bus started laughing.

    To double my embarrassment a women who was sitting with her baby right in front of me digged into her bag,took out a baby diaper and told me,"My baby doesn't need it,u need it."I was so ashamed that i got down from the bus at the veey next stop.But that was my greatest mistake as whoever saw me in the streets started laughing.One girl came to me and asked how old are u? I said 22.
    She said i wanna take a selfie with a 22 year old girl who pissed her pants.

    #45006 — Comments (2) — Jun 25, 2019 at 12:59 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    I would like a man orr woman
    to pee in my mouth.
    from a small distance.(I in bath).
    I do not want to get my bathroom floor wet.
    with the woman I got a stool I need to get
    a round hole cut into it.
    I would want it big enough to see part of the female
    vagina from below also big enough for a mans
    erect cock.
    just one way unless one orr both want me to pee on them.
    thank you.

    #44974 — Comments (4) — Jun 22, 2019 at 11:49 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 18

    Iâm 18 and just finished sixth form and I was talking to this petite black girl who had the hots for me due to how I sound and look and she was willing to do anything for me. I got vids of her in the shower, some of her fingering her ass and even got her to cum for the first time ever while in a public park but this story isnât about those.
    So she took the day off while I was at school and I was in an empty room doing some course work and then she rang me
    As soon as I answered I knew she was horny just begging for my cock she started talking about how she would love to be with me sucking my cock while I worked and moan for me. Then got a pillow and started to rub her pussy on it while thinking about my cock and I was hard almost immediately
    So I took my erect cock out and started to have the best wank Iâve ever had because that slut I made a mess but I cleaned up and didnât get caught so no one found out
    This girls also bi and Iâm in an open relationship and I constantly send her pics of my gf covered in cum or completely spread waiting for my dick and so Iâm like a drug for her.

    #44958 — Comments (0) — Jun 21, 2019 at 3:00 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
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