Tales of Desperate Wettings: Book 2: Three short desperation wetting stories

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The wind whistled through Amber's hair as she drove her red convertible down the interstate; her long brunette hair flowing in the slipstream as the sun shone overhead, the blue sky clear that Saturday afternoon.

She looked down, panicking when she saw the obvious wet spot in her tan slacks, tightly pressed against her engorged girlhood, her body racked with pain, needing to pee, starting to pee.Sharon dressed herself in tight jeans which showed off her perfectly shaped athletic ass and a tight pink t–shirt under a heavy winter coat. She took a last sip from her quart of water, tossing the empty bottle into the passenger seat beside her. She had already gulped down a large mug of coffee and a tall glass of orange juice immediately after her morning pee.

she asked, trembling as she dealt with a huge onslaught of stinging pain that emerged from inside of her, her bladder once again signaling "Emergency, Emergency. Luckily she was far enough inside the bus so that none of the drivers could see anything more than just her arching stream as they drove by, if they could see anything. I’ve just been informed that we’ve suffered a huge radiator leak and we won’t be going anywhere soon.She didn’t need the assistance of any screaming this time, either, but it must have been just as painful. The story itself was taken from an rp session with me and another member on Discord that I've retooled to make a coherent story, so I feel it's only fair to give him coauthor credit. You think you know yourself well and feel that you understand what makes you tick and then something happens that makes you think againAbout a month ago I joined some friends on a Friday night in London for a drink and to say 'goodbye' to a work colleague who was was leaving. Trixie said analyzing her peeing slit through the magnifying glass as it soaked her black pubic hair. It had been raining almost the entire four hours since I started out, and since I was eastbound, it wasn't likely to let up.

Smiling wanely, I said I was fine, then changed my mind and decided that as we were going to be together for the next 3 days, I might as well tell her the truth: 'Actually, I'm bursting to pee, I need a toilet. The tips were pretty good, she was averaging 25% of her sales, but she knew it would be a long night.Marcie is on a long train ride, and her lifelong fear of train toilets means she can't use the bathroom, no matter how badly she wants to!

Too late she realized now that this comprised quite a quantity of liquid which had been slowly filtering through her system since. We're a bit understaffed today but I'll be happy to bring you fries," she said with a smile, wishing she could add "and you're probably going to make me pee my pants by your stupid requests," as she hurried back to the kitchen, plate in hand. Holly, an African-American girl with braids, said standing in the middle of the aisle water bottle in hand.

If you are under age, are easily offended by such material, or you logged on here Her bladder pumped pee through her urethra, like a fire hose on a burning house, pee exploding, thrashing, sizzling noisily out of her young athletic body, flooding her clothes, the coarse fabric of her tan slacks unable to hold any more moisture, pee cascaded in sheets between her legs, flooding her inner thigh and trickling into her socks, her shoes, and onto the hardwood floor. Maria had removed her hand from her crotch and smoothed out her skirt, but she was still blushing brilliantly over what she had to do to contain herself. Her crotch and inner left thigh were soaked within a second, pee streaming seemingly by the gallon out of her crotch, gushing stream after gushing stream bursting from within, soaking her panties, soaking her pants.