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  1. I debated peeing through the Miss Naughty knickers onto the sofa. It would have been a little more ladylike rather than have my naked lower half on display to all and sundry. I gave it some thought before discarding the idea. Well, I didn't want to get my nice panties soaked whilst ruining her £1200 sofa..they cost £2.99 after all, and they are my favourite pair. Oh my word..that thought felt so naughty! So now I was naked from the waist down. I have a little landing strip, maybe 10mm wide. Nice and short. Blond. Everything looked tidy and neat down there. I should have been embarrassed that all the girls could see me like this. In fact I think I was a little, but that emotion was buried in the avalanche of adrenaline and endorphins I was feeling from the excitement of what I was about to do. I couldn't believe I would really do it. I think most of the girls had bought my lie, and having had a quick glance at my intimate parts to satisfy their curiosity, were happy to look away... but Debbie hadn't diverted her gaze at all, as she had her eyes glued to my lower half., her gaze never wavering. At least I trust that the fact she had guessed I was about to piss was why she was staring so hard at my most intimate area!! I should tell you a little bit about the sofa..well it was crushed velvet so it felt incredibly soft under my bottom..really comfy. I'm not sure Cass was too happy about me sitting on it naked (wait till she found out what else was going to happen!) but she had clearly decided she wouldn't complain as I was at least going to use a real toilet ..or so she thought :). So it was crushed velvet, and it was a lovely topaz colour..this was also handy as it should show the wet stain brilliantly. Oh and it had a couple of scatter cushions..and yep, you're right, I was thinking that with the amount of wee-wee I had just begging to be released, there would be plenty to get the cushions with too. I am just so bad..was that too naughty do you think? I enjoyed sitting on the sofa for just a few seconds more..and then I knew it was time. If I didn't do it now, they would all twig something was awry anyway, as I wasn't getting up to head to the loo. I didn't say anything..I just finally stopped fighting the urge to let go and release all the hot piss, and relaxed and told my bladder to go right ahead as we had found a suitable toilet. I think Debbie realized first (fractionally) as she saw the piss emerging, but the audible, inadvertent 'ohhhh' of relief I gave a couple of seconds later meant everyone knew very quickly. 'Oh my fucking god' laughed Debbie, 'you are actually doing it' , Michelle had her hand over her mouth, the way we girls are conditioned to do when we're laughing at something we shouldn't. So they were both shocked..but neither of them was objecting or condemning so I didn't have to try and stop, and pretend it was all an accident. Renee's mouth was just wide open in shock..and now all eyes were on me and I have to say, I was loving the attention "You cunt" yelled Cass but she was the only one who objected..and even Sarah had quickly made her way round to the front of the sofa to get a better view. "Oh my days...you've beaten us all" laughed Jessica "Might have known you'd have to go one better than a carpet piss" "It might have been an accident" said Sarah, but I don't think even she believed that "You filthy bitch" said Nikki and it was clearly meant as a compliment They were shocked, and clearly a little envious, at how daring I had been..but the great news was they clearly loved it..and all wished they'd had the balls to be the one to do it themselves..but they hadn't, and it had been me..and it felt amazing! The warm wet patch was spreading around my bottom and soaking into the topaz coloured fabric, leaving a clear dark stain..which was spreading like wildfire as I had so much piss to give. And reader it felt amazing..it wasn't a let down like things you've wanted for ages sometimes are. It was everything I hoped it would be..I felt triumphant and elated. I had risked a lot and got away with it. I had brought the other girls with me into this more extreme naughtiness. I love being a bad influence and there've been times where we've been walking to my car after a night at the pub (I'm not a drinker so I drive) and they've mentioned needing a wee, so I'll suggest they go in an alley or something. And if they suggest the idea first. I just encourage them! And here I was again leading by example and showing them just how naughty, naughty pissing could be. Like someone who has risked their life to climb a mountain or break a land speed record must do, I just felt elated (I had overcome all the risks and made it happen) and relaxed..I felt so relaxed. I felt like I was in heaven but equally I tried to stay in the moment and focus on every second of what I was doing..as the piss spread over more and more of the sofa, I knew I would want to replay this in my mind. for weeks..or years afterwards. Then I saw Renee with her phone out..maybe I'd be able to replay it even more vividly then, if she was taping it all. I had so much wee-wee, I wasn't even near stopping so I lifted my body up, swung my hips, and pissed onto the arms of the sofa thoroughly soaking them Cass looked on in disbelieving horror but the other girls were all laughing and pointing, and cheering me on and commenting 'go on Sophie" "that's it..soak the arms" "now get the back panels" just as I had hoped they would in my fantasy I did indeed swing round so I was kneeling facing the back and soak the back panels too..before soaking the second seating cushion. Then I reached for a scatter cushion "Oh my God..she's going to get the scatter cushions" yelled Michelle and they all cheered. Someone, maybe Debbie started a chant of 'soak them, soak them soak them' and so I did. My hot yellow powerful jet of piss played into the beautiful expensive cushions as I held each one in turn against my body. I managed to soak both of them. By now I had been pissing for just over a minute..I know from the video, though at the time it felt like hours...and finally, finally I was beginning to slow down. I sat down on a dry part of the sofa again and enjoyed a final fifteen or twenty seconds of sitting in that luxurious comfort and feeling so deliciously naughty as I just pissed exactly where I stood, or sat..like a racehorse or wild animal would. Then I wiped myself using the expensive scatter cushions..rubbing them against my pussy to dab it dry..well I am a lady after all, of course I was going to wipe. As I finally finished and inspected the damage to the sofa with pride, the girls gave me an almighty cheer and congratulated me..and then there was a slightly awkward silence as everyone looked to see how Cass was. to be continued
  2. So there I was..feeling like I held all the power. I could decide whether to be nice, and use the loo, or naughty and piss somewhere in Cass's living room. With the other girls all making suggestions as to where I could go, & me pretending to be unsure as to whether to have a naughty piss or use a toilet (lets be honest, I was always going to naughty piss) I felt in a very privileged position.. There were two reasons I was pretending to be unsure; firstly, if you are going to be extremely naughty and piss over your friend's carpet or wherever, it's probably best that you at least make it look like you have some pretence of it being something you were talked into by others, or by circumstance. You don't want to appear too immediately keen to do it.....you never know when the tables might be turned. But secondly, and for me anyway even more importantly, is it just builds the naughtiness. You have 5 or 6 girls...all really keen to know if you'll have a naughty piss somewhere you shouldn't, somewhere really naughty and 'unladylike'..... I love that word. You're in control and it feels great. They're all keen to know whether you're going to do it, for conflicting reasons. One of them doesn't want you to do it and is desperately hoping you'll use a proper toilet like a good girl..the others all want you to treat yourself, give in to the temptation and have a wee-wee somewhere you know you shouldn't....so why not enjoy that anticipation. 'A pleasure deferred is a pleasure increased' is a phrase you rarely hear nowadays in this 'everything now' culture, but it is so true. The thought of having a naughty piss somewhere in Cass's room..the tingle of anticipation, the thrill of choice and of listening to my friends call out suggestions. This was almost as good as the actual piss, and I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could. I also wanted to be absolutely at bursting point when I finally went. Knowing that relief was at hand; that although I was bursting, I would be able to piss whenever I needed to, took away the negative feelings you have when you need a wee but are nowhere near a loo and fear embarrassment and shame. There was none of that here; there would only be acclaim and cheering from the vast majority of the room, so I could wait until the last possible second before spraying an incredibly powerful jet that the girls would love. Again the anticipation of that was amazing..another pleasure worth deferring, the acclamation of my peers. Or pee-rs to be more accurate!!!! It would be amazing to hear their response. Plus the longer I could wait the more I'd be able to piss for, and the greater impact it would have. I wanted to soak my chosen target with every possible drop, so every minute I could hold on meant I would have more ammunition for my naughty pee..and I knew I could hold a few more minutes at least, if I kept my hand shoved in my crotch. So I waited and listened as the girls made suggestions "She said anywhere but her carpet..what about one of her beautiful vases?" yelled Jessica "You cow!" yelled Cass at Jess and then to me "don't even think about it" "I could bring her kettle through and you could go in that" suggested Nikki "Don't listen to them" said Cass "PLEASE just use the toilet" "There's always the curtains..they look expensive" suggested Michelle "oh..or one of her books from the bookshelf" suggested Debbie "will you guys just shut the fuck up and stop giving her ideas?" yelled Cass, futilely I was quite surprised no-one suggested the sofa. Maybe they thought that would appear too much. After all it was not a cheap sofa, so maybe they, who weren't actively into naughty pissing like me, felt that was going too far. Mind you Renee hadn't made any suggestion at all..there was always the possibility she had thought of it and was keeping it to herself. After all if I did piss on the sofa, how would she top that? She couldn't. But equally she might have not mentioned it as she thought it was beyond the pale too. Was I crossing the line?. Thing is, I knew it would be amazing to wee on a sofa. I'll be honest, I've wanted to do it ever since I was a little girl. It just seems so wrong..so bad..so exciting and dangerous. But could I really? Cass was my mate....but then again we would make it right with her afterwards and 3 girls had already had a wee-wee on her carpet..including Cass! But given that the others hadn't suggested using her sofa as my toilet, would I cause too much shock? Would it suddenly go quiet, like when everyone is exchanging banter and someone goes that bit too far and there's an awkward leaden silence. What if I did it and they turned on me? I was still debating this when Sarah gently said "Maybe she's had enough..can you make it to the toilet Sophie?" Everyone looked at me. To be honest I wasn't sure..maybe I could have..but there was no way I was going to. The one place I wouldn't be pissing was a loo..what a waste of an opportunity that would be. But equally maybe the sofa was a step too far. I made a decision. "I don't think so....maybe I could use a vase?" The other girls began to giggle and murmur and I was feeling good about myself for overcoming temptation. The vase piss would be naughty but it would wash out really easily and Cass would be grateful. Michelle reached out and picked up the opaque blue vase and handed it to me. "No" yelled Cass "you are not going to piss in my vase..I absolutely forbid it..just use the toilet you selfish bitch!" Now..I know Cass didn't mean anything by the use of that word...and I know she was just trying to save her stuff, as I would have in her position, but in my mind I now knew I had desperately wanted an excuse to soak her sofa. I needed a reason to be able to give that sofa a thorough drenching in my fresh hot wee-wee. I had just wanted or needed an excuse.. any excuse.... to allow my conscience to say 'you are allowed to do it'..and she had given me it. In reality most of my brain, and other parts of me had effectively tied up my conscience and put a gun to it's head and told it to give me the okay..and this really was the flimsiest of reasons to justify using my friend's sofa as my personal toilet...but it worked. I decided right there and then I was going to do it..I had made up my mind now..there was no going back. If my friends thought I'd gone too far, if I lost Cass's friendship..all these rational objections were overriden by the thought that this was the one chance I would have to live out my fantasy of ruining another girls' expensive sofa..so I just could not turn it down. Not that I was going to reveal my hand too soon..revenge being a dish best served cold, unlike my piss..which would be served hot and fresh from me and onto her precious sofa. "Okay" I said.. "you win. I will try and make it to the loo..but if none of you are offended I'm going to take my skirt and knickers off here..when you're near the loo itself you need to go even more so the last thing I need to be doing then is trying to get my clothes down". The great benefit of this lie was it had a lining of truth..desperation really does increase the closer you get to a loo so if I was going to use the loo, it made sense for me to strip off here. But of course I had no intention of using a boring real toilet. There were several glum faces as I gingerly sat down on the sofa....the gingerly sitting wasn't acting either..I really was absolutely bursting for a wee, and I didn't want to waste any of my precious cargo. The glum faces told me they had believed my story too and thought they wouldn't get to see another naughty piss. "Close your eyes if you like" I said as I began to disrobe.. but no-one did. All eyes were fixed on me, and I have to say I quite enjoyed that, as I undid my shoes and removed them, before unhooking my short black skater skirt and throwing it off. Now..I bet if I asked you what colour knickers you were wearing you wouldn't be able to tell me without checking (you'd probably want to ask what the hell business of mine it was too, but we'll leave that for now) . You don't remember the panties you're wearing do you? Unless you're selecting underwear especially for a date that might lead somewhere! But day to day you just pick the first clean pair you find..or at least I do. So imagine my delight when I saw I was wearing my 'little miss naughty' panties. How perfect. I do like them..they're cheeky, and normally no-one (except my hubby if he's around when I'm dressing) knows I am wearing them. I get a little frisson of excitement when I wear them in the school where I teach. It's silly really, but it just feels quite sexy. Because we all know the connotation when a grown woman wears panties that say 'little miss naughty' and they aren't paying homage to Roger Hargreaves! So that slightly risque notion always gives me a warm glow.. and in fact when I do spot I'm wearing them at work, when I peel them down when having a wee in the loo, I often imagine a situation where all the kids and other teachers have left, and it's just me and I'm able to find somewhere very naughty in the school to wee. I've never done it of course. (far too dangerous) but when wearing my 'miss naughty' panties, I often think about doing it..and so for me to be wearing them today, of all days..well that was special. I was going to be very naughty..but not in the sexual connotation usually associated with a grown up woman being 'naughty' ..I was going to be really naughty ..I was going to piss on a sofa. to be continued
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    Sophie

    Great work Sophie.
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    Thanks Sophie. I love that you like to be a bad influence in that way ....that's great. Don't suppose you have a specific example you could recall do you? No worries if not, but I'd love to hear a few details of what happened
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    Okay..I'll throw a couple in: Do any of your female friends know of your interest in pee? Have you ever been out drinking with other women and encouraged them to have a naughty pee on the street?
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    This thread is still open. Can't quite believe it
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    Of course..until the magic moment of relief when a winner is announced
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    You say that like it's a bad thing! Nice to find a little bit extra later on
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    That's so cute..I'd never thought of it like that before
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    Feeling Christmassy..wrapped up warm, watching the snooker with a hot drink and a mince pie, and writing Christmas cards
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    Eggnog is really difficult to find in the UK. It isn't the same as Advocaat. Speaking of which, football fans will surely agree that the worst cocktail in the world would be Dick Advocaat
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    It's like we're in a waiting room, chatting to pass the time till we are called (or the thread closes)
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    Sophie wrote an excellent (fiction) story about her friend pissing in her car back when we were all on peesearch, I remember. More recently a similar idea has been put into the wetcarpet thread by, I think, Hentailtxt
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    Then it really would be Sophie's Choice!!
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    I'd better reply or else you might win a custom from yourself Sophie!!
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