This is a news report about a girl with a pee fetish. If you 're not into that kind of affair then you probably wo n't enjoy the fib. However if you are please read and let me have intercourse what you think of my first try at written material.

My public figure is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly sure how to set forth my story. I could start with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can hold back for now. Maybe it 'd be ameliorate to give you an estimate of what I look like.

So lets start with the basics. I 'm short ... very short. Its the first thing hoi polloi notice about me when I walk into a elbow room. A few hebdomad ago I was walking by a group of sixth graders that were out on a theater of operations stumble and as I went to cut across the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the balance of the category ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as embarrassed when I showed him my number one wood 's permit. It may not have helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` small cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a tiny little affair. Thankfully the rest period of my dead body is in proportion with my elevation. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A tiny niggling waistline and a coffin nail that most men can palm like a little basketball game. My boob on the former hand are ( and this may fathom a bit narcissistic ) the best but that 's just my opinion. Not too big and not too small. A bit more than a handfull with the chirpy little tit you 've ever seen. I 've got long dark-brown hair which goes down past my waist that I almost always go on in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as much fuzz as me its too maledict time consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to style it that requires hairspray which I will then have to wash away out that night. Again that a good deal hair would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to style yet keep clean and jerk everyday. I 'm a college scholar remember. bank go wasting money on stuff and nonsense like that. As for my expression ... well people tell me I 'm cute. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a tiny girl like me nigh people stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My features are crisp which goes well with my year long tan. My eyes though are my favorite matter about me. Its my number one weapon anytime I 've been hard up and needed a good Nox of fun from a guy or sometimes a girl. They are extremely dark. Not contraband but ... I think smokey would be the sound term to describe them. They work very well in sending signals like `` hey kick do n't fuck with me '' or `` hey baby hail fuck me ''. When you know how to use your heart like that it makes life so much easier.

What else would people 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. Guess that 's what happens when you elbow room with a basket showcase like Maria who is now my best supporter. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come out of my shield and startle speaking my creative thinker. She always says `` Shell a girl as picayune and precious as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont last forever. Looks fade baby. '' Which is then followed with her strange laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't state her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a skilful girl. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of young woman that you see in school 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 form of girl that never got in any hassle and the `` nerveless '' kids would think did n't have enough fictional character to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? Well maybe first I should tell apart you what I am and what I 'm into. The Nipponese have a word of honor for it I guess. This I figured out after many hours of searching for my peculiar sort of porn. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee voodoo. I love watching the great unwashed wet themselves. I 've spent hour online searching for telecasting of people in public or at home desperate to pee. I 'm not a full moon on gay woman just bi curious but in my 60 minutes of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching cleaning lady pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a little girl. Just go pee yourself and save yourself the meter ''. 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 on 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 shoal. Tommy meat packer was his name if I remember justly. Anyway we were wrestling in the grass and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his crotch a few metre. Finally I asked him if he needed to go inside and use my toilet. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` Guy do n't need to use toilet 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 clothes 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 background smiling at me the whole time. I remember saying `` cool '' in a hanker drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to hold it and point where his pee went. I jumped at the chance and grabbed a bit too hard at first making him swat at my manus and enjoin me `` not so hard ''. Loosening my grip I pointed him towards my fence 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 play. I kept telling him I needed to sit on a lav to do it but he kept begging me until eventually I found myself stripping out of my shorts and panties. I was nervous standing there one-half raw in straw man of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the side of the caducous and spread my legs open. He moved his aspect in really cheeseparing then until I could experience his breath against my thigh. 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 deal over my genital organ cupping me tightly. I watched as a little more pee slipped through the cracks 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 playing in the yard. He came over a few more prison term 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 class moved away before the start of the schooling year. I had been glad at the time. Greatful that he would n't be going to schoolhouse and telling everyone about what happened that day. But little Tommy changed me from that full stop on. He awoke something in me that I never knew was there.

After that experience I found myself turned on evertime I saw person that needed to pee. The Thomas More desperate they were to make it to the bathroom the more than desperate I was to touch myself. Thats another neat little thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't let my first sexual climax for a few more days. The feeling of rubbing my fingers over myself would help fill at least some of the growing hungriness inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as elucidate as I remember the utmost five minutes of this very day. My family was taking a holiday across land. 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 battlefront with my dad complaining about her current situation. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be benumbed but watching and listening as her need deepened with every pasing mile. The view was n't stark but I could still clearly see as her hand reached down to her lap as she grabbed herself hoping that would hold back the growing impulse to let go. I watch as she crossed her stage and squirmed in her stern and I could palpate my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the open road.

We had this giant van ( which never made any sense to me since it was just me and my parents ) and I was sitting in the rear. 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 retain my effort as subtle as possible I pulled my panties down to my ankle joint giving me wondrous accession to my pussycat. I continued to watch over and hear as my finger's breadth ran gentle little circles around a spot I had found felt the dear ( I would later reveal that this is called a clit but I was too Thomas Young to know at the time ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to make it and watched as a gloomy pool started to flood the front line of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing genius build from between my branch and up to my tum. For a second I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did palpate wave of delight pour over every in of my body. I nearly screamed as my tiny body squirmed in the back 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 occupy with my mom 's situation to worry about me. I tried to rival myself more but it was so sensitive there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to find clock time to gain myself cum at least once every day and quite often I used that memory of my mom wetting herself in the van as need to push me over the edge.

It was n't till my stripling yr that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one afternoon in the summer and I had been in my elbow room masturbating. I think I was 15 at the clock time and I had decided to give this summertime to making myself cum as many clock time as possible. On this particular day I had just had my 4th orgasm of the day and was working on my 5th but try as I might I could n't quite cease the job. I had tried to ignore my fetich for awhile but as I sat there and tried to pretend myself cum again my mind went back to that day in the van. My creative thinker picked up on an idea that I knew was colly and maybe wrong but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old jeans and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my advantageously to obviate my parents like most adolescent. I went to the electric refrigerator and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summer month. I poured myself a giant meth and tope 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 euphony on and sat back waiting for the first mark of needing to pee.

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

I stood at the edge of my bed in nothing but a pair of scanty crossing my legs as sozzled as I could while my center finger stayed wedged between my thighs stroking my clit through the thin cotton textile. I could already palpate the orgasm building as the inaugural dip started to ooze out of my snatch. The warm wetness flooded my panties and counterpane over my fingerbreadth which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the gate open completely and I let go about the same clip my orgasm overtook me. My legs were shaking violently and I had to hide my mouth with my resign hand to keep from screaming from the Adam that poured through my body. The wizard was so strong I thought I may pop off out from it. I felt like every bone in my entire trunk had been removed and I had been reduced to some kind of jelly.

I finally collapsed on my bed still squirming as the waves of pleasure continued to course through my body. I knew then that I could no longer ignore my strage fetish. It was character of me and even though I felt a piddling Wyrd and foul afterwards it was not Charles Frederick Worth missing out on earth shattering orgasms to feel like I was what most people would call normal. I also knew that I needed Thomas More of this. To experience it with someone else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?