This is a tale about a girl with a pee hoodoo. If you 're not into that variety of affair then you probably wo n't relish the story. However if you are delight read and let me have sex what you think of my firstly attempt at writing.

My name is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly sure as shooting how to start my write up. I could set off with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can wait for now. Maybe it 'd be just to impart you an idea of what I look like.

So lets start with the basics. I 'm light ... very short. Its the world-class matter mass notice about me when I walk into a room. A few workweek ago I was walking by a mathematical group of sixth graders that were out on a battlefield trip and as I went to cross the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the relief of the class ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as blockade when I showed him my number one wood 's permission. It may not own helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` little cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a tiny fiddling thing. Thankfully the rest of my body is in proportion with my summit. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A midget little waist and a tush that most men can handle like a footling basketball. My dumbbell on the other hand are ( and this may vocalize a bit narcissistic ) the dear but that 's just my ruling. Not too big and not too small. A bit more than than a handfull with the perkiest little nipple you 've ever seen. I 've got long brown hair which goes down by my waist that I almost always keep in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as a good deal haircloth as me its too damn prison term consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to stylus it that requires hairspray which I will then have to moisten out that dark. Again that a lot hairsbreadth would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to style yet hold on clean and jerk everyday. I 'm a college educatee remember. bevel go wasting money on stuff like that. As for my face ... well people tell me I 'm cute. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a tiny fille like me near masses stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My features are sharp which goes well with my year long tan. My eyes though are my favorite thing about me. Its my issue one weapon anytime I 've been arduous up and needed a soundly nighttime of fun from a guy or sometimes a girl. They are extremely dark. Not black but ... I think smokey would be the best term to describe them. They work very well in sending signals like `` hey bitch do n't fuck with me '' or `` hey baby come fuck me ''. When you know how to use your centre like that it makes life so a good deal easier.

What else would mass like to know about me ? I guess you 'd be wondering what I 'm like. Well I 've always been a pretty shy girl but lately I 've been opening up more. dead reckoning that 's what happens when you room with a hoop pillowcase like maria who is now my considerably friend. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come out of my shell and pop out speaking my creative thinker. She always says `` scale a female child as short and cute as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont last forever. Looks fade infant. '' Which is then followed with her strange laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't secern her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a good girl. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of girl that you see in schoolhouse and trick with your supporter about her being too `` uncool '' for a suave motherfucker like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at night. The kind of daughter that never got in any trouble and the `` aplomb '' youngster would cerebrate did n't have enough character to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? Well maybe first I should distinguish you what I am and what I 'm into. The Nipponese have a word for it I guess. This I figured out after many time of day of searching for my detail kind of porn. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee voodoo. I love watching masses wet themselves. I 've spent hours online searching for video recording of people in public or at home desperate to pee. I 'm not a full on lesbian just bi rummy but in my hours of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching fair sex pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a girl. Just go pee yourself and save yourself the clock time ''. Believe me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching girl cross their legs and hold themselves as they struggle to observe it in gets me so turned on every time.

It all started when I was 7 and playing in my backyard with a boy from school day. Tommy Packer was his public figure if I remember right. Anyway we were wrestling in the grass and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his fork a few times. Finally I asked him if he needed to go inside and use my bathroom. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` guy rope do n't demand to use toilets cuz they can pee anywhere they want ''.

I was confused by this since I 'd never seen a cat set-up before so I asked him what he meant. He took my manus and we walked over to the toolshed by our fence. He looked around a few time then pulled `` it '' out. I was shocked to say the least. Not only had I been told to never let others see what was under my clothes but also because he had an outtie where I had an innie. Yes this is what I thought at the sentence. Then he grabbed it with his fingers and started peeing on the soil smiling at me the unhurt time. I remember saying `` cool '' in a long drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to arrest it and point where his pee went. I jumped at the chance and grabbed a bit too hard at first off making him swat at my hand and tell me `` not so tough ''. Loosening my hairgrip I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a funny chill between my own legs and thought maybe I needed to go too but it was n't quite the same.

After he was finished he told me it was my turn. I kept telling him I needed to sit on a bathroom to do it but he kept begging me until eventually I found myself stripping out of my short and step-in. I was nervous standing there one-half nude in front of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the side of meat of the shed and spread my legs open. He moved his font in really come together then until I could feel his breathing space against my thighs. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't much since I did n't really ask too but a little bit came out. Then Tommy put his hand over my crotch cupping me tightly. I watched as a little more pee slipped through the pass of his fingers.

I closed my legs shut tightly till he pulled his hand away. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he told me he just wanted to feel me like I had felt him. I put my clothes back on and we went back to acting in the yard. He came over a few More clock time that summer and sometimes he would beg me to pee for him again but even though I secretly wanted to I never could build up the courage to do it.

He and his family moved away before the start of the school year. I had been glad at the sentence. Greatful that he would n't be going to schoolhouse and telling everyone about what happened that day. But trivial Tommy changed me from that level on. He awoke something in me that I never knew was there.

After that experience I found myself turned on evertime I saw individual that needed to pee. The more desperate they were to piddle it to the bathroom the Sir Thomas More desperate I was to touch myself. Thats another dandy little thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't suffer my first climax for a few to a greater extent yr. The feeling of rubbing my fingerbreadth over myself would help satisfy at least some of the growing hunger inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as clear as I remember the last five minutes of this very day. My house was taking a vacation across country. We were out in the middle of nowhere and my mom had to go quite badly. We would give birth just pulled over but there was a car that had been pacing us for over an hour so she was stuck up forepart with my dad complaining about her current situation. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be at rest but watching and listening as her need deepened with every pasing knot. The purview was n't perfective but I could still clearly see as her hand reached down to her lap as she grabbed herself hoping that would take hold back the growing urge to let go. I watch as she crossed her leg and squirmed in her seat and I could experience my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the subject road.

We had this whale van ( which never made any sense to me since it was just me and my parents ) and I was sitting in the back. I knew no one could see what I was doing so as I watched I started hiking my skirt up to my waistline. Trying to maintain my motion as subtle as possible I pulled my pantie down to my mortise joint giving me terrific admission to my snatch. I continued to catch and listen as my finger's breadth ran easy little circles around a spot I had found felt the best ( I would later discover that this is called a clit but I was too Brigham Young to know at the time ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to make it and watched as a blue pool started to glut the front end of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing sensation human body from between my legs and up to my stomach. For a 2nd I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did sense waving of pleasure pour over every inch of my consistency. I nearly screamed as my tiny soundbox squirmed in the back of the van.

I looked towards the forepart buns to my parents and thanked god that they did n't notice what was happening back there. They were far too pertain with my mom 's berth to care about me. I tried to touch myself more but it was so spiritualist there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to observe time to get to myself cum at least once every day and quite often I used that memory board of my mom wetting herself in the van as motivation to labour me over the edge.

It was n't till my teen years that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one afternoon in the summer and I had been in my room masturbating. I think I was 15 at the time and I had decided to give this summertime to making myself cum as many multiplication as potential. On this particular day I had just had my 4th sexual climax of the day and was working on my 5th but try as I might I could n't quite end the job. I had tried to ignore my fetish for awhile but as I sat there and tried to make myself cum again my mind went back to that day in the van. My mind picked up on an idea that I knew was muddy and maybe wrong but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old jean and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my dear to avert my parents like most teenagers. I went to the electric refrigerator and found the big jug of urine mom kept in there during the hot summer months. I poured myself a goliath glass and drank it down as fast as I could. Then I had another. Two was all I could handle though so I put the jug back in the fridge and headed up to my room. I turned some music on and sat back waiting for the first signs of needing to pee.

It took a little Sir Thomas More than half an hour before I started to feel my vesica evidence me that I needed to go. I had been so sex about what I was going to do when the program had first hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first twinge of demand showed up but for some reason I decided to wait and carry it as long as I could. Another thirty minutes passed and I was starting to feel overwhelmed by it but I stayed stiff holding it even longer. I almost made it another XXX before it just became too much.

I stood at the edge of my bed in goose egg but a pair of panty crossing my legs as sozzled as I could while my middle finger stayed wedged between my second joint stroking my clit through the cut cotton fiber fabric. I could already find the coming construction as the commencement drops started to seep out of my pussy. The warm wetness flooded my panties and spread over my digit which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the Gates open completely and I let go about the Lapp time my orgasm overtook me. My legs were shaking violently and I had to cover my mouth with my free paw to keep back from screaming from the ecstasy that poured through my eubstance. The champion was so unassailable I thought I may excrete out from it. I felt like every bone in my entire body had been removed and I had been reduced to some kind of jelly.

I finally collapsed on my bed still squirming as the moving ridge of delight continued to course of study through my dead body. I knew then that I could no longer ignore my strage fetish. It was office of me and even though I felt a little eldritch and unsporting afterwards it was not worth missing out on earth shattering climax to feel like I was what to the highest degree people would call convention. I also knew that I needed more of this. To live it with someone else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?