This is a story about a girl with a pee hoodoo. If you 're not into that variety of thing then you probably wo n't savor the story. However if you are please show and let me have a go at it what you think of my first attempt at writing.

My name is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly certainly how to set about my story. I could take off with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can hold back for now. Maybe it 'd be advantageously to reach you an thought of what I look like.

So lets start with the basic. I 'm inadequate ... very short. Its the beginning thing people notice about me when I walk into a room. A few weeks ago I was walking by a group of sixth graders that were out on a theatre trip and as I went to cross the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the rest of the form ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as blockade when I showed him my driver 's permit. It may not have helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` small cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a flyspeck little thing. Thankfully the rest of my dead body is in ratio with my stature. There 's just not a unharmed lot to me I guess. A tiny little waist and a butt that most men can palm like a fiddling hoops. My boobs on the other hand are ( and this may sound a bit self-loving ) the best but that 's just my judgment. Not too big and not too small-scale. A bit more than a handfull with the chirpy petty nipples you 've ever seen. I 've got long browned fuzz which goes down past my waistline that I almost always keep in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as practically hair as me its too damn time consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to stylus it that requires hairspray which I will then have to dampen out that Nox. Again that often pilus would demand a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to style yet hold back clean everyday. I 'm a college bookman remember. pious platitude go wasting money on stuff like that. As for my face ... well people tell me I 'm precious. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a lilliputian girl like me nigh people stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My feature film are sharp which goes well with my year long tan. My eyes though are my dearie thing about me. Its my number one weapon anytime I 've been hard up and needed a goodness night of fun from a guy or sometimes a girl. They are extremely dark. Not disastrous but ... I think smokey would be the best term to describe them. They work very well in sending signal like `` hey bitch do n't get laid with me '' or `` hey child follow fuck me ''. When you know how to use your heart like that it makes life history so a good deal easier.

What else would people like to do it 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. Guess that 's what happens when you room with a field goal font like mare who is now my salutary friend. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come out of my shell and start speaking my mind. She always says `` Shell a girl as trivial and cute as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont last forever. flavour fade infant. '' Which is then followed with her unusual laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't tell her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a ripe girlfriend. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The variety of girl that you see in school day and joke with your friends about her being too `` uncool '' for a suave motherfucker like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at night. The kind of girl that never got in any difficulty and the `` cool down '' Thomas Kid would guess did n't receive enough fiber to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? Well maybe first I should differentiate you what I am and what I 'm into. The Japanese have a Logos for it I guess. This I figured out after many 60 minutes of searching for my detail kind of porn. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee fetish. I love watching people wet themselves. I 've spent hours online searching for picture of people in public or at rest home desperate to pee. I 'm not a replete on lesbian just bi singular but in my hours of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching cleaning lady pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a girl. Just go pee yourself and save yourself the time ''. Believe me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching girls cross their legs and hold themselves as they struggle to keep 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 schoolhouse. Tommy boxer was his name if I remember veracious. Anyway we were wrestling in the supergrass and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his genitals a few times. Finally I asked him if he needed to go inside and use my lav. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` guy rope do n't need to use can cuz they can pee anywhere they want ''.

I was confused by this since I 'd never seen a guys set-up before so I asked him what he meant. He took my hand and we walked over to the toolshed by our fence. He looked around a few times 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 apparel but also because he had an outtie where I had an innie. Yes this is what I thought at the time. Then he grabbed it with his finger's breadth and started peeing on the ground smiling at me the wholly prison term. I remember saying `` cool '' in a farseeing drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to take hold it and betoken where his pee went. I jumped at the chance and grabbed a bit too hard at first making him swat at my script and tell me `` not so hard ''. Loosening my travelling bag I pointed him towards my fencing and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a funny tingle 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 toilet 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 naked 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 branch capable. He moved his face in really close then until I could feel his breather against my second joint. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't often since I did n't really need too but a little bit came out. Then Tommy put his hand over my private parts cupping me tightly. I watched as a little more pee slipped through the cracks of his fingers.

I closed my ramification 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 playing in the thousand. He came over a few more times that summertime and sometimes he would beg me to pee for him again but even though I secretly wanted to I never could establish up the courage to do it.

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

After that experience I found myself turned on evertime I saw someone that needed to pee. The more than desperate they were to make it to the lavatory the more desperate I was to touch myself. Thats another neat lilliputian thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't possess my get-go orgasm for a few more years. The feeling of rubbing my fingers over myself would facilitate satisfy at least some of the growing hunger inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as clear as I remember the shoemaker's last five bit of this very day. My family was taking a holiday across area. We were out in the middle of nowhere and my mom had to go quite badly. We would have just pulled over but there was a car that had been pacing us for over an hr so she was stuck up nominal head with my dad complaining about her current billet. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be departed but watching and listening as her need deepened with every pasing mile. The sight was n't perfect 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 itch to let go. I watch as she crossed her stage and squirmed in her tush and I could sense my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the unfold road.

We had this monster van ( which never made any sensation to me since it was just me and my parents ) and I was sitting in the spine. I knew no one could see what I was doing so as I watched I started hiking my skirt up to my waist. Trying to hold my campaign as subtle as possible I pulled my panty down to my articulatio talocruralis giving me tremendous access to my kitty. I continued to watch and heed as my digit ran gentle minuscule circles around a fleck I had found felt the best ( I would later discover that this is called a clit but I was too Cy Young to know at the time ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to do it and watched as a dark pool started to flood the front of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing sensation physique from between my branch and up to my stomach. For a second gear I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did feel wave of pleasure pour over every in of my body. I nearly screamed as my tiny body squirmed in the cover of the van.

I looked towards the front seat to my parents and thanked god that they did n't notice what was happening back there. They were far too concerned with my mom 's position to interest about me. I tried to refer myself more but it was so medium there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure enough to receive time to have myself cum at to the lowest degree once every day and quite often I used that memory of my mom wetting herself in the van as motivation to push me over the edge.

It was n't till my teen years that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one good 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 dedicate this summer to making myself cum as many time as possible. 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 stop 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 estimate that I knew was dirty and maybe incorrect but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old jean and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my ripe to avoid my parents like nearly teenagers. I went to the fridge and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summer months. I poured myself a goliath spyglass 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 elbow room. I turned some euphony on and sat back waiting for the first house of needing to pee.

It took a little more than half an minute before I started to feel my vesica state me that I needed to go. I had been so excited about what I was going to do when the program had inaugural hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first stab of need showed up but for some reason I decided to wait and hold it as long as I could. Another thirty moment passed and I was starting to finger overwhelmed by it but I stayed solid holding it even longer. I almost made it another thirty before it just became too much.

I stood at the bound of my bed in nothing but a pair of panties crossing my legs as blind drunk as I could while my middle fingerbreadth stayed wedged between my thighs stroking my clitoris through the thin cotton textile. I could already experience the orgasm building as the first gear dip started to ooze out of my twat. The warm wetness flooded my scanty and spread over my fingers which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the Bill Gates open completely and I let go about the Lapplander meter my orgasm overtook me. My branch were shaking violently and I had to cover my oral fissure with my free hand to keep on from screaming from the rapture that poured through my dead body. The whiz was so firm I thought I may pass out from it. I felt like every ivory in my stallion 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 pleasure continued to track through my body. I knew then that I could no longer dismiss my strage fetish. It was part of me and even though I felt a little weird and dirty afterwards it was not Charles Frederick Worth missing out on Earth shattering orgasms to feel like I was what nearly people would call normal. I also knew that I needed more of this. To know it with someone else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?