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  1. I don't think this mini-discussion detracts from the survey...the guy did say he wanted to learn about his fellow community. :) Thanks for taking the time to answer...my curiosity is a dangerous thing...I don't want to get a reputation for gawking, but I do like to know these things about people to try to understand them better!
  2. Like I figured, there is always a logic behind something like that Kayleigh...so you are just interested in seeing the event? There are some who want to be thrown up on or to see someone covered in it etc. But for you, even seeing it is the trigger? This survey is fascinating! :)
  3. “I just realized something,” Chandler said cheerfully, the words easily projecting over the din of Central Perk. “If the sex we had last year was the best sex you ever had, then what we did this morning must have been like…the best sex anyone’s ever had!” “Chandler!” Monica bemusedly reminded, swatting him sharply in the knee. “Keep your voice down.” “Why would I do that? When you’ve got it, you’ve got to flaunt it, am I right?” Monica glared at him and he quickly backtracked. “And by you…I mean you!” For added emphasis, he pointed at her. Gunther approach from behind with Chandler’s coffee, and plunked it down on the table. “This is a family joint, Chandler. We’re getting complaints about you.” “Oh really? From who?” “Me. I just got over a stomach bug; I don’t need that mental picture right now.” Monica laughed as she reached for her own coffee and took a sip. “Laugh it up, Mon…Gunther doesn’t know what he’s missing.” The timing of this verbal misstep sent coffee squirting from Monica’s nostrils. Still laughing, she whined, “Owww!” “Yeah; serves you right,” he smirked. “Oh hey Rach.” Rachel had just appeared at the coffeehouse loaded down with two different huge portfolios she’d been assembling for a big presentation on top of her usual purse and spare carrying bag. “Hey. Half caf. Coffee, Gunther.” She sat in the side chair adjacent to their usual couch and unloaded the world from her shoulders for a moment. “Oh, I’ll be so glad when this presentation is over. I’ve barely slept at all the last few nights; been up late worrying about it.” “Funny you should mention a lack of sleep, because I know a certain someone who AAAHHHKK!” Monica interrupted Chandler’s boastful segue with a quick elbow to the ribcage. “So is today the big day?” she asked, pointed looking away from Chandler and toward Rachel. Chandler rubbed at his ribs and raised an eyebrow at Rachel suggestively. If she saw it, she pretended not to notice, perhaps to spare herself from hearing too much more from Chandler. “Yep…by the time I’m done with Mr. Zelner, he’s gonna need oxygen.” “That’s so funny because Monica here…” she angrily stared him down, interrupting his clever quip at Rachel’s expense, “…was…just saying how impressed she was with your ideas.” Just then, Phoebe entered, in the midst of an animated conversation with Janine. And since Janine was there, Chandler was certain that Joey wasn’t far behind. “Hey Phoebes…are you playing today?” “No…I have massage clients all morning. I just came in for a little pick me up.” She airily pranced her way over to the couch and made to sit next to Chandler, but he put his finger up to stop her. In one overly exuberant motion, he grabbed the paper he was reading off the table and laid it out on the couch where she meant to sit. “There you go, Phoebes,” he said with a smirk. “Chandler, will you give it a rest?!” Rachel barked. “My God…joke joke joke…is there an off switch?” Chandler developed a bit of a hurt bunny look and Rachel nodded. “Thank you!” Janine was the next to speak. “Did I miss something? What’s…going on?” “NOTHING!” shouted Monica and Rachel simultaneously. Monica finished the thought on her own. “Don’t worry about it, Janine. Some people just don’t know when to drink their coffee and shut up. And some people might just spend the night on the couch if they don’t start learning, and fast.” “Hey guys!” Joey finally arrived and waived awkwardly at Rachel and Janine in particular. “How’s everybody doing? All together here…” “We’re fine, Joey,” Rachel replied with a facetious smile. “How are you? You seem a little bothered about something.” Another winning smile followed the question. He almost appeared to squirm inside his own skin as though wearing it like an organic shield. “Rachel, got a sec? I need to talk to you about something…it’s really important.” “Hm…no, I think I’m pretty swamped right now, can it wait?” She made a point of very leisurely kicking up her heels and daintily dropping them down on the coffee table while leafing through Vogue. “Ah…I see capris are coming back. I just love that, it’s so carefree!” “Rachel, please!” “So do you guys want to see a movie later?” she asked, pretending not to notice Joey’s obvious guilt. “Come on, Rach! This wasn’t my idea! It’s all Phoebe’s fault! She’s the one who…” Suddenly, Joey was very aware of the several people staring at him awaiting an end to this sentence – Rachel looked about ready to punch him in the stomach, Janine was smiling as the wheels turned in her head, Monica was blushing beet red, and Phoebe was waving both hands frantically to signal him to shut up. “…uh…” “She what?” Chandler innocently inquired. “What?” He now fell back on feigning ignorance of his own words as he desperately searched for a way to extract himself from this mess without embarrassing Rachel. Janine chimed in next. “Come on, Joey, what’s going on?” “You know what? I can’t stay…I gotta…do a thing…reading for a part…bye!” Joey turned tail and bolted, barging his way through the doors to Central Perk and out into the village. “What was all that about? Come on, it can’t be that bad, can it?” Janine prodded, dearly hoping it was something priceless and juicy. “Does someone want to go talk to him?” Chandler chimed in, sounding genuinely suspicious. When he got only downturned faces in reply, he made to leave but Monica grabbed him by the arm. “No, Chandler…just leave it alone. He’ll be fine.” To everyone’s surprise, Rachel spoke up. “I’ll be right back,” Rachel croaked after clearing her throat. She slowly got to her feet and wandered out of Central Perk in search of Joey. There was just something about the fear and sadness in his eyes that made her willing to hear him out. Once outside, she caught sight of him turning a nearby street corner and disappearing down an alley, so she gave chase. “Wait, Joey!” When she caught up with him, he was leaning up against a brick wall in the alley behind Central Perk holding his head with both hands. “Joey? You wanted to say something to me?” “Rach, I’m so sorry. You have to believe me! I didn’t even want to be involved in this. You know how much I hate keeping secrets!” “So then…why did you go along with it?” “I don’t know…you know how persuasive Phoebe can be when she wants something. She was all like, ‘this’ll be good for Rachel…she shouldn’t be making fun of her friends!’ and you know, you shouldn’t have! But I regretted it as soon as I got home…almost. And I’ll never do anything like that again. You have my word…and Joey Tribiani doesn’t break his word.” Rachel sighed heavily, still not quite ready to let Joey off the hook. “I just made a few little jokes…what would possess you to make you think I deserved this kind of payback?” Joey had to admit that Rachel was right – perhaps he’d gone along with this because he had wanted to see what would happen more than because Phoebe’d been particularly convincing. But there was nothing he could say about that that wouldn’t hurt her feelings. He looked down at his shoes for a moment and then gave Rachel his focused attention. “You’re right. Phoebe never should have done what she did and I never should have helped her. I’ll do anything you want to make it right – you name it.” Rachel shook her head and looked down for a moment, then jumped forward and gave Joey a big hug. “Oh, you know I can’t say no to that face!” Meanwhile, back at Central Perk, Chandler was eying Monica a bit suspiciously, but she was doing her best not to acknowledge his gripping stare. Janine, on the other hand, still seemed interested in gossip. “What was all that about? Phoebe?” “It doesn’t concern you, toots.” Janine’s mouth dropped open for a second at the surprising brusqueness of the reply. “A bit harsh, Phoebes…” Chandler carefully interrupted. “Know when to stop!” Monica barked. “I’m sorry…just…leave it alone, alright? I gotta run. They need me a bit early today. I’ll see you tonight, Chandler.” Monica made a big show of casually rising and sauntering out of the coffeehouse, blushing all the while as beads of sweat formed along her hairline. “I’m gonna go too,” Phoebe said abruptly. “The air in here got a little stale.” As Phoebe left, Rachel and Joey passed the coffeehouse and waved politely in her direction. Chandler and Janine watched with interest as Phoebe stared at the two of them acting thick as thieves until they rounded some corner out of eye shot, stamped her foot and disappeared out of sight. Janine smirked and sipped her coffee a little too happily. “Oooookaay! On that note, I’ll head off. I’ll see you later, Chandler!” He barely heard her – he was lost in thought. That look on Monica’s face was so familiar to him, right down to the flop sweat. In his wildest dreams, he dared to imagine that Monica was this touchy about the jokes because, somewhere inside, she was hiding a saucy secret of her own and these jokes at Phoebe’s expense hit too close to home. This morning’s excitement didn’t help him keep his expectations lowered. The only things keeping him grounded in his usual self-deprecating skepticism were three little words. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Oh! My! God!” Janice hissed as she hobbled back to the table at Gramarcy Bistro. “I got to the bathroom and some bitch with a hideous set of stilettos practically broke my foot trampling me on her way in! I can’t wait…I gotta find a bush!” She scooted past the table before Chandler could get a word in edgewise and awkwardly limped outside; taking care not to show anyone else the real reason she was walking funny. Three dates in the last week, and all of them had managed to include some bladder related close call. At this point, Chandler couldn’t believe it was a coincidence. He’d been a gentleman up until now, but this time, he couldn’t help himself. He was new to the “crazy” phase of a budding relationship, and he let his imagination sweep him away. And off he went, out the door and into the street. He spotted a flash of long red fingernails and jogged toward an alley a half block up the street. He’d have moved faster but he didn’t want to draw attention to her or to himself. As he approached the corner where Janice had disappeared, he noticed a handful of little damp spots on the sidewalk. His heart leapt into his throat as he slowed to a tiptoe’s crawl and peered first at the ground on the other side of that little corner – a trail of little splotches gleaming in the city light – and then upward and further into the alley following that trail. “No no nooo! Oh! My! Goohohohhohhdd!” Her voice, though hushed as much as she was ever able, was unmistakable. She was facing the wall behind a dumpster deep into the alley and covering her face as pee splashed erratically to the ground beneath her. At first, there wasn’t enough light for Chandler to see every detail, but a taxi rolled past on 3rd Ave. and briefly illuminated her form. For those few seconds, he beheld a spreading, glistening stain spreading along her rear end as pee tore through her panties and soaked her stockings. She’d obviously had no time to fight with them and get them out of the way, trapping her in her clothes as she peed. The rest of the world ceased to exist for Chandler – everything other than his ragged breath, his sweat, his throbbing chest and his equally tense member, and of course, his wet girlfriend vanished. An atomic mushroom cloud could appear in the city skyline and until the shockwave actually hit him, he’d have no clue it was there. For a moment, he experienced a strange kind of nirvana as he watched Janice stamp her foot as the flow came to a stop. “Damn it!” she squeaked. An outside observer would have foud the image hilarious as she flailed both hands pointlessly up and down, each silly gesture ending in a furious slap of her legs. She hastily tugged frantically at her pantyhose, evidently not caring about the risk of revealing herself in public, and cursed as they ripped. Then, came the panties – soaked thoroughly in the rear – and Chandler could see her bare cheeks through the darkness. He saw her extract a pair of panties from her hand bag and step into them, all the while still facing the wall as if to block out the setting of her relief. Her dress – flashy and tackily patterned as always – fell back into place, and she went to looking for some Kleenex to wipe off her legs. And here is where Chandler’s luck ran out. A passing truck chose this moment to honk its horn at a couple of pedestrians jaywalking through moving traffic and the sound made Janice jump in place and turn her head right and then left. And then she saw him standing there, all too visibly gawking and trembling with excitement. “Chandler!” At first, his emotional state didn’t sink in for her as she was too worried about saving a bruised image. “Haaa…haaaa!!!...how!!...how did you…WHY did you follow me?! Oh! My! God! Why, Chandler?!” “Ffcc…fff…that…fleninnin…” “Chandler! You weren’t supposed to see!” She ran toward him with bad intentions and Chandler back-pedaled, nearly tripping over a fire hydrant conveniently located at the corner of the sidewalk. Janice pounced and slapped his shoulder and arms viciously with both hands. “Why would you follow me?!” “I uh…I was just…uh…worried!” The last word he spoke with a bizarre sounding excitement as the idea occurred to his brain just in time to save that sentence from death. “Yes! Yes…I thought you might need help!” “I’m a grown woman! I can take care of myself. It’s just that ever since I had the baby, I’ve had a little problem with…” Chandler’s anatomy gave him away as the tent in front of him finally caught her eye. “Oh. My. GOD! Look at you!” “What?” he said, feigning innocence. “The last time I saw that,” she began, waving at his crotch with an accusatory finger, “you made me scream!” Chandler looked down, realized what she meant, and made a desperate effort to rearrange his stance to conceal his pulsing manhood better. “Oh no no no! That’s just the pants…they tent…there must be something funny about the fly!” In his new position, he could almost pass for a non-aroused gentleman and Janice was about ready to accept his word, but there was something about his eyes that made her doubt his story. “Oh really.” “Yuhuh!” Chandler snapped back, still in mid panic. “I just wanted to make sure you were OK. But you don’t have to worry about this little problem, it’s no big deal.” “Easy for you to say. I don’t see you pushing a pumpkin through your Johnson.” She unexpectedly grabbed at his crotch and felt the unmistakable resistance of an erection in her hand. “Just the pants my ass!” “Alright, alright, I got excited…what’s so bad about that?” “Oh! MY! GOOODD!!! What’s so bad? Chandler, I don’t even…I can’t even look at you right now! I’m gonna go. Dinner’s on you!” “Wait, Janice! Janice!” But she was off at a flat run – well as fast as someone can run in high heels – and the embarrassment kept Chandler from pursuing her. He’d never felt so alone as he returned to the restaurant to pay the tab, and the disapproving stares of the wait staff didn’t help. He had, after all, left the restaurant for a good long while without paying. “That did NOT just happen!” he barked at himself, snapping his fingers as if to eradicate the memory with magic. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chandler sat alone in Central Perk as this memory came back to him. He'd managed to convince Janice that he was excited by her changing out in the open, and not by the accident itself, and it'd turned out alright for them - that is until the mattress king swept her off her feet for a second time, however briefly. But knowing with certainty that someone found your kink revolting had been a fate far worse than the usual sense of isolation and assumptions he'd carried with him since adolescence regarding this strange fascination of his, and, he thought, would probably have been a problem for his relationship with Janice eventually. On top of her ear splitting laugh and her intrusive, melodramatic personality, that is. He'd never make that mistake again. He'd rather assume Monica would never understand this side of his sexuality than know for a fact that she rejected it.
  4. Kayleigh...I've seen emitophilia listed and know what it is...but I've never actually met someone who said they liked it. I'm highly curious...what draws you to vomit? What makes that sexual for you? I am always looking to understand other fetishes...so I like to get peoples' thoughts when I meet someone with one I don't encounter much.
  5. 1) How often do you wet yourself? (If appliccable; how often do you mess yourself?) Total average perhaps once a week, but it's highly variable. I'll go 6 weeks without doing it at all on occasion and then sometimes I'll have weekends where I do it like five times in two days. It's cyclical almost. I also have other types of non-wetting play (peeing on myself in the shower, finding naughty places to pee outside, e.g.) that I do more often. 2) After you wet yourself, how long do you like to wear your wet clothes for? As long as it takes to achieve orgasm and enjoy the afterglow, and not a moment longer. I don't like being wet after it gets cold. But I've done things like drink a lot of water and then start drinking and letting out little spurts while reading stories for several hours on occasion. That keeps it warm and nice feeling for a long time, which is fun. 3) What is your favorite type of pee play? (examples: desperation itself, peeing as a result of depseration, wetting masturbation, etc) wetting myself, seeing female desperation and wetting, golden showers (in that order of interest from most to least...though all are big BIG turn-ons for me) 4) Do you masturbate in your wet clothes? Yes...always. 5) Do you enjoy watching others masturbate in wet clothes? If my wife did it, I would probably explode without even touching myself. I used to look for that in porn, but I've really lost interest in porn as the regulars know - other than erotica (the written word is more powerful for me now and less likely to hurt anyone). 6) What is the kinkiest pee-play you'd partake in, and/or have already done? (With/without a partner) By myself, the kinkiest would be self-peeing in the bed (as in...whipping out my member and aiming a fountain over my whole body/head while in bed while fully clothed). With a partner the kinkiest would currently be a golden shower in the shower (right before we actually turned the water on) right after we had sex during a bleeding day (hence the need for the shower). 7) How old were you when you realized you had this fetish? When I realized it was a sexual fetish complete with arousal? 11 - my fifth grade "wife" made me realize this when she used to be desperate at the end of every school day and either pee in the trees or wet her panties on the walk home very often. When I realized I liked peeing my pants and seeing girls pee theirs? 4. Yes, really. Essentially I moved straight from potty training to having a fascination for disobeying the potty training rules. :) 8) Any additional fetishes you have? Nothing that would rise to the level of fetish. I have a few fascinations and they all are related to the core motivation for me. Trust. I like intimate space things...like consensual restraint during sex, blindfolding, sex during menstruation, that sort of thing. None of those are fetishes...but they all play complimentary roles in my fantasies. 9) How many people, not counting yourself, know about your fetish? 5 - my wife, one other friend and the three other members of my nuclear family (mother, father, sister)...my sister found out because she also has a related fetish for diapers and was the one who clued me in to the reality that the web had sites dedicated to pee stuff, my parents know because my sister is a fink and upon getting caught looking at pictures online, she blamed me. The other friend lives far away so we mostly talk online...I needed someone to talk to before I was married and he was a nosy bastard, so it came out. He was cool about it. My wife knows everything now, as you all know.
  6. I am looking for a new place to live but hopeful i can get back to the story this weekend. .. much more to come. :)
  7. I have to admit...this story has now passed a threshold of utterly insane complexity from which it can't really come back, IMHO. It had my fascinated early on, but now something as simple as walking from the library to the tea society has turned into an incredible ten-page odyssey with five plot twists and three new adversaries. Wow. It's bogging everything down and taking the fun out of the plot. I'm not running down rainy day...this has been a fun thread and I thank him for that...but we really need to move the plot and stop pussy-footing around with every little detail. What is going on at this school? Where are these special powers coming from? Who is the real enemy (it's not the security people we've been hitting thus far...they're just trying to figure it out just the same as we are)? We know NOTHING more than what we knew on page THREE of a 52 page thread. C'mon now...a little more plot and a little less zaniness. :) Just my 0.02
  8. I love this thread already...can't wait to read all of the clever ideas. :) I think my favorite right now is to lay on my back (in bed if it's near laundry time and I don't mind changing the sheets) fully clothed, preferably in items that wick wetness well to spread it around, and let it fly...starting out tucked away in my drawers/pants to feel it running over those sensitive spots, and about halfway through, pulling myself out mid-stream and letting it form a nice little fountain that hits my chest/stomach/neck and finishes the soaking. Let's hear form the rest of you pee-ple. :)
  9. White little knuckles, Beads of sweat dot her forehead, "Oh no!"...all is lost!
  10. Someone at work yesterday has all y'alls beat. :) I don't know who it was, as I was in a stall relieving a more pressing issue (ha)...but I got in there, sat down, and then another guy came in less than a minute later and started peeing into one of the urinals and DAMN...it was easily the longest pee I ever heard. He kept right on peeing for at least 2 1/2 minutes...closer to 3 I think. Anyone recall the scene from "A League of Their Own" where Tom Hanks' character pounds his way into the girls' lockerroom and pees for like 3 minutes while they time it? This was like that only with no gaps. LOL
  11. lol Indeed...and some have bad eyesight natively (ehem!)
  12. I've seen wettings when I was a kid...I am not counting those for the purposes of this thread. As an adult, I've seen minor wettings (leaks and almost made it moments where someone started going and the got their pants out of the way once inside a bathroom) on a few occasions...plus a couple of times having seen girls peeing outside (not wetting). On a touring trip in the great plains (central US) we had to stop our caravan a few times to let people go out and pee in the wheat fields, for example and the girls in our group were not shy about this. I have DEFINITELY seen public desperation, though. Too numerous to count all of the minor and major events. lol
  13. “Hurry up, Chandler, I’m dying here!” Chandler fumbled with his work badge and dropped it just as he was about to reach the scanner in front of the lobby. “Alright, butter fingers, let’s go!” “Listen, you’re not the only one who’s dying, alright,” he groused. Bending over took far longer than Monica was hoping, as he labored, involuntarily grabbing his crotch for a second before regaining his composure and swiping desperately at the ground for his badge. “Why did you have to make us wait for two hours while you obsessed over table cloth patterns?” “Just open it!” She couldn’t think of a clever response…she was about to be forced to hold herself like a five year old in the middle of downtown Manhattan, and right now, that was all she could think about. “Besides…I’m not the one who insisted we leave right away. We could have found a place to pee before we idiotically ran for the subway!” Chandler’s hand trembled as he swiped his badge, and it denied him entry on the first two attempts before he was finally able to scan it smoothly enough to get inside. The two herded through the glass doors and shuffled their way across the lobby to the elevators. “Mon…MON! The main elevator is out of commission…follow me.” “Oh my God, just hurry,” Monica grunted as she minced her way as fast as she could manage down a long corridor. “Look, bathrooms!” she inadvertently shrieked. “No no…those are just for the guards…when they’re not in, those are locked!” The false hope was almost too much for Monica. She slammed on the breaks and twisted her legs twice over, clamping down hard on one clenched fist while the other pounded her thigh. “Wait wait!!” she hollered after Chandler, who turned with a pained expression on his face and hobbled back to her. “We’re just going to go to the service elevator and take it up to the second floor. We’re almost there…can you walk?” “I think so,” she said as she steadied herself, the waves of desperation momentarily under control. “Let’s go…now!” They managed to reach the service elevator shortly thereafter, and Chandler hit the button. It was probably only ten or fifteen seconds before the doors opened, but the uncertainty made it feel like forever. “Oh thank God!” “C’mon…there are bathrooms just around the corner when we get upstairs.” They both entered and the doors slid shut behind them. Chandler tapped the button for the second floor, and the lift lurched upward, causing Monica to groan. Chandler took the momentary privacy of the closed elevator to dance from side to side and sway his butt backward and forward in a feeble effort to distract from his own maddening need to pee. Before they reached their destination, disaster struck. The light flickered and went out as the elevator slammed to a halt. Chandler could see through the bars of the elevator door that they were perhaps five feet short of reaching the second floor – hallway light streamed in through the cracks, but if they forced the doors, they would have to make a nearly impossible climb while bursting for a pee. “You have GOT to be KIDDING me!” “Please tell me we’re not stuck in here, Chandler.” Chandler picked up the service phone and dialed the front desk. The phone rang…and rang…and no answer came. “The guards aren’t in yet…it’s too early for the night shift.” He angrily slapped the receiver back onto the hook and paced the elevator trying to think of what to do next. “Chandler, I can’t hold this much longer. What are we gonna do?” Monica could feel beads of sweat forming along her hairline as the tension increased inside her bulging bladder. “Well I don’t know what YOU’RE gonna do, but I can’t take this anymore!” Angrily, he stepped toward a corner of the elevator and unzipped the fly of his slacks. “No! You can’t!” Monica yelped through clenched teeth. But a furious Chandler had already made up his mind. Seconds later, the thundering sound of a full force spray of urine hammering down on the metal floor of the elevator filled her ears. Almost immediately, she was filled with panic as a hot jet of pee escaped into her panties – not quite enough to show on her jeans, but that was just a matter of time. “Stop! You’ll make me…oh God…” The compartment saturated with the smell of pee and the sound of Chandler groaning. “Holy…hell…” It was all too much for Monica to bear. Another burst of pee escaped, this time leaving a small wet spot on her crotch. “That’s it!” she squeaked. She tore open the button and hastily unzipped her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles along with her panties, and within seconds, she too was peeing full force on the floor where she crouched. She expected to feel blissful relief, but nothing seemed to stop the ache of her full bladder. Why wasn’t this making her feel better? Wait a second… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monica jolted awake and sat up in bed. Her heart was pounding in her chest when she became lucid enough to notice. After dusting off the mental cobwebs, she shot her eyes left and right as if to check and make sure no one knew what she was thinking a moment ago while she slept. Still wide-eyed with unspent desire and adrenaline, she looked down beneath the covers. To her relief, she found no sign of any dampness there. The release of the dream had only been in her mind. Although, now that she was thinking about it, she realized she had to pee very badly – her mind must have incorporated those sensory signals into its shockingly vivid dreamscape. God…she could still smell the pee pooling on the ground under Chandler’s feet! At the thought, her breath caught in her chest for a moment and she realized she was practically hyperventilating. Perhaps she would calm down once she’d been to the bathroom to relieve her aching bladder. As she often did when she got out of bed while Chandler lay beside her asleep, she leaned over to kiss him on the forehead; but this time, as she did, her knee grazed his manhood, which was fully extended and diamond hard. “Ooh…hello, Mr. Bing,” she cooed, drawing closer so that she could enjoy the feel of him jabbing her in the thigh, the sensation driving her mad with sexy thoughts and making her moist with anticipation. She slid her fingers over his cheeks and along the edges of his rumpled hair, feeling on the verge of exploding in more ways than one. The greeting brought Chandler foggily into the waking world, and when his eyes opened, there she was, inches from his lips looking down at him hungrily like a lion might eye a gazelle. “Hi there,” he mumbled incoherently. “What time is…” He had no more time for words. Monica pounced, kissing him passionately, thrusting her tongue far into the recesses of his mouth while her free hand worked to push him over onto his back. At first, he seemed to enjoy this wake up call, but after a moment of sharing her ecstatic lover’s kiss, he turned his head askew to free himself to speak. “Wait a minute, sweetie, I really have to pee.” “No time for that,” Monica growled, flipping the sheets out of her way with one hand and holding him in place with the other. “No, seriously, Mon…” She was gone – carried away by an irresistible current of animal drive – and there was nothing that would stand in her way. She yanked at his t-shirt and inadvertently tore it trying to get it off, and, getting the message, Chandler lifted his butt so that his briefs could be cast aside without getting sacrificed to Aphrodite. She forcefully straddled him, holding him firmly to the mattress while her own night shirt disappeared into the blurry world outside this man who shared her bed. Her panties quickly followed and she was finally free to lower herself onto his throbbing member. “Ooohhh,” she mouthed. “Oh God!” The first few thrusts came slowly, as if she was waiting for something to click into place, but it wasn’t long before her tempo increased. He’d resisted her at first, but now he reached for her breasts and pulled her down closer so that he could playfully flick her nipples with his tongue and reach a hand toward her butt. She incoherently babbled her approval as she rocked rhythmically against his shaft. Just a few words were clear. “Fill me up. Oh God, fill me up!” The hand that grasped at her bare bottom now reached for its center and two fingers found their way inside where they went to work massaging her from within. His other hand squeezed one of her breasts, leaving no doubt as to his passion for this woman. “Harder…yes harder!” she squealed, and Chandler gladly obliged, matching her thrusts with thrusts of his own so that he could reach further into that mysterious nether-realm between her lower lips. He forsook her breast and, without realizing what he was doing, clawed at her back as he himself neared the point of no return. “I’m close…I’m close…” he whispered. This seemed to throw Monica over the edge – a hint of encouragement and she began tremulously teetering on the brink of her own orgasm. As the first bolts of climax struck, she lunged down on Chandler and clamped her arms around his shoulders to steady herself, and not a moment too soon. This orgasm exploded upward from her pelvis like nothing she’d ever experienced. She was so shocked by its power that she gasped and held her breath, every muscle in her body taut like stretched rubber bands. Her back arched, her toes curled, and her fingernails dug into Chandler’s back. Thankfully, he didn’t feel it, as he was in the throes of his own budding eruption. When the first climax had ended, Monica exhaled, gasped for air again, and shrieked with joy as she felt his penis twitch and explode inside her, sending her into a second powerful orgasm. Even Chandler, usually almost silent during sex, loudly grunted with each spurt he released. As he ran dry, Monica began to come down from her incredible high. She collapsed on him, her energy spent. Still gasping for breath, she shakily laughed. “Oh wow…oh my God, Chandler…” “I know,” Chandler whispered in her ear. “I’m not crazy, right? It was never that good before, was it?” “Maybe in London,” she giggled, “but even then, only maybe!” It was a solid five minutes before the thrill had subsided enough for Monica to remember her overfull bladder. Amazingly, all of that effort had not caused an explosion of a different kind, but now, she realized she might have thirty seconds before she started leaking. “Oh right…gotta pee!” she half giggled, hopping up from her place of rest on Chander’s stomach. “I’ll be right back!” “Hey, wait a minute,” Chandler called after her, “what about me?” “Too late!” she yelled, as she broke into a run. He pursued all the way to the bathroom door but she was too fast for him and the door snapped shut before he could reach her. Her listened at the door for a second and it wasn’t long before he could hear her morning pee hissing and splashing into the bowl. “So Mon,” he mused, “what got into you this morning?” She was still peeing full force, and, he supposed, her concentration was elsewhere since she didn’t reply right away. As the stream came to a halt, she finally spoke. “Oh…just a good dream I had about you.”
  14. Oh my God!! That was the first series of storied I ever read with a wetting theme...they published it? Awesome! I really loved those stories...they really drew me into the fetish back in the day...I had forgotten what the story was called and wanted to look it up a couple of years ago! Thanks for the great reminder. :)
  15. Well, I don't like to repeat myself...but I have other things in mind for those two later in the story. :)
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