This is a news report about a daughter with a pee fetish. If you 're not into that kind of thing then you probably wo n't bask the floor. However if you are delight read and let me experience what you think of my for the first time effort at writing.

My name is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly sure how to pop out my tale. I could startle with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can wait for now. Maybe it 'd be better to give you an theme of what I look like.

So lets start with the BASIC. I 'm short ... very short. Its the 1st thing masses notice about me when I walk into a way. A few week ago I was walking by a radical of sixth graders that were out on a playing field trip and as I went to spoil the street away from them one of the chaperone hollered at me to get back with the respite of the class ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as humiliated when I showed him my driver 's license. It may not take in helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` minuscule cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a tiny little affair. Thankfully the rest of my body is in proportion with my elevation. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A tiny petty waist and a tooshie that nearly men can palm like a little hoops. My boobs on the other hand are ( and this may sound a bit narcissistic ) the Charles Herbert Best but that 's just my notion. Not too big and not too low. A bit Thomas More than a handfull with the chirpy little nipples you 've ever seen. I 've got long brown hair which goes down past my waist that I almost always keep in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as practically whisker as me its too damn clock time consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to style it that requires hairspray which I will then stimulate to wash out that nighttime. Again that often hair would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to style yet keep clean everyday. I 'm a college educatee remember. jargon go wasting money on stuff like that. As for my boldness ... well people tell me I 'm cunning. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a tiny girl like me most people stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My characteristic are sharp 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 heavily up and needed a soundly night of fun from a guy or sometimes a young lady. They are extremely night. Not black but ... I think smokey would be the best terminal figure 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 eyes like that it makes spirit so very 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 room with a basket case like Maria who is now my adept Friend. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come out of my shell and start speaking my nous. She always says `` casing a girl as petty and cute 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 foreign laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't say her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a goodness girl. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of girl that you see in schooling and jape 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 sort of young lady that never got in any trouble and the `` cool '' kids would think did n't let enough character 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 word for it I guess. This I figured out after many hours of searching for my particular form of pornography. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee fetish. I love watching people wet themselves. I 've spent hours online searching for videos of people in world or at home desperate to pee. I 'm not a full moon on lesbian just bi curious but in my hours of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching womanhood pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a girl. Just go pee yourself and relieve yourself the prison term ''. think 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 hold open 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. Tommy backpacker 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 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 `` guys do n't need to use toilets 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 fingers and started peeing on the solid ground smiling at me the hale clock time. I remember saying `` cool '' in a retentive drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to take it and head where his pee went. I jumped at the hazard and grabbed a bit too hard at firstly making him swat at my mitt and state me `` not so hard ''. Loosening my clutches I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a comic 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 twist. I kept telling him I needed to sit on a privy to do it but he kept begging me until eventually I found myself stripping out of my shorts and panties. I was unquiet standing there one-half naked in front of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the English of the shed and circularise my wooden leg outdoors. He moved his face in really shut then until I could feel his breathing time against my second joint. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't much since I did n't really need too but a minuscule bit came out. Then Tommy put his hand over my crotch 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 deal away. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he told me he just wanted to find me like I had felt him. I put my clothes back on and we went back to playacting in the K. He came over a few more multiplication 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 class. I had been glad at the clock time. Greatful that he would n't be going to shoal and telling everyone about what happened that day. But little 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 individual that needed to pee. The more heroic they were to construct it to the bathroom the more heroic I was to touch myself. Thats another neat petty thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't receive my first orgasm for a few more years. The feel of rubbing my finger's breadth over myself would aid satisfy at least some of the growing thirst inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as clear as I remember the last five minutes of this very day. My class was taking a holiday across country. We were out in the middle of nowhere and my mom had to go quite badly. We would cause just pulled over but there was a car that had been pacing us for over an 60 minutes so she was stuck up front with my dad complaining about her current situation. I sat in the backseat with sunglass on pretending to be asleep but watching and listening as her motivation deepened with every pasing sea mile. The view was n't perfect but I could still clearly see as her manus reached down to her lap as she grabbed herself hoping that would hold back the growing itch to let go. I watch as she crossed her peg and squirmed in her seat and I could experience my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the undefended road.

We had this giant van ( which never made any good sense to me since it was just me and my parents ) and I was sitting in the dorsum. I knew no one could see what I was doing so as I watched I started hiking my dame up to my waistline. Trying to continue my motion as subtle as possible I pulled my panties down to my articulatio talocruralis giving me terrifying access to my pussy. I continued to follow and listen as my finger ran easy little circles around a spot I had found felt the ripe ( I would later observe that this is called a clitoris but I was too Edward Young to acknowledge at the metre ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to make it and watched as a dark pool started to glut the front of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing genius build from between my legs and up to my breadbasket. For a second I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did sense waves of pleasure pour over every column inch of my body. I nearly screamed as my tiny consistence squirmed in the vertebral column of the van.

I looked towards the front seat to my parents and thanked god that they did n't find what was happening back there. They were far too worry with my mom 's spot to worry about me. I tried to come to myself more but it was so tender there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to encounter metre to take a leak myself cum at to the lowest degree once every day and quite often I used that memory board of my mom wetting herself in the van as motivation to push me over the edge.

It was n't till my teenage years that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one afternoon in the summer and I had been in my way masturbating. I think I was 15 at the meter and I had decided to dedicate this summertime to making myself cum as many clock time as possible. On this peculiar 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 finish the job. I had tried to disregard 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 dirty and maybe incorrect but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old jeans and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my best to avert my parents like most 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 giant star glass 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 medicine on and sat back waiting for the first signs of needing to pee.

It took a little more than half an minute 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 plan had world-class hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first pang of need showed up but for some reasonableness I decided to hold back and hold 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 pantie crossing my legs as fuddled as I could while my middle digit stayed wedged between my second joint stroking my clit through the dilute cotton material. I could already find the orgasm building as the number 1 drops started to seep out of my pussy. The warm wetness flooded my panties and spreading over my fingers which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the gates open completely and I let go about the Lapp fourth dimension my climax overtook me. My branch were shaking violently and I had to traverse my oral fissure with my free script to hold on from screaming from the ecstasy that poured through my body. The sensation was so strong I thought I may pass out from it. I felt like every bone in my entire body had been removed and I had been reduced to some form of jelly.

I finally collapsed on my bed still squirming as the wave of pleasance continued to course of study through my body. I knew then that I could no longer ignore my strage fetish. It was share of me and even though I felt a footling weird and foul afterwards it was not worth missing out on earth shattering orgasms to feel like I was what virtually people would call normal. I also knew that I needed Thomas More of this. To get it with soul else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?