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Warning, reading this story may seriously affect your ability to view a certain pantomime in the same way ever again. It is also a little lengthy. Chapter 1 – background Cindy Yella was the 18 year old beautiful daughter of Baron Hardup of Hardup Hall; a country estate in a beautiful wooded part of the world. Cindy’s mum had died young and the Baron had re-married to Esmeralda, who had two daughters; Gertrude (21) and Grizella (19). Esmeralda was herself beautiful and had entrapped the Baron with her good looks and charms, however, once they were married and the Baron went away o

Hi everyone, this is more of a puzzled sighting/story as I'm not sure how to categorise it. This morning at work, I went to the washroom to pee, not long after someone walked in which i made nothing of it until I heard the picture snap of a phone a few times. I flush, wash my hands and went to grab a coffee not far from the entrance desk. If you recall from another post about me talking to a woman named Chloé, i heard her low talk to the desk clerk saying that one of the toilets has pee all over the seat and to call a specific janitor to clean up. I'm sure they could of called any other 4 to d

gathered up a bunch of drying and dried panties for laundry last night. these ones definitely needed it- after i had worn them for almost 24 hours and had been wet like 4 or 5 times. ??

(Places and ppl in this fiction is not based on real events, to “authenticate “ this story on a realistic basis, study and research has been done but has room for corrective action) Intro Ivy was a young and bright girl, advanced in her classes who out of 1000 interns, won a work visa to work for the modern day KCom business being a junior buyer for the fast growing internet provider, all the way in Hull UK with room and board provided, an excellent opportunity for a small town girl from Saskatchewan, Kamsack Canada It was a thrilling experience to look fo

Well i finished a pot of coffee and the paper this morning. Started to feel the urge and decided i didnt want to get up and head to the bathroom. Most of it ended up on my shorts.

Chapter one part 2 of 2 No sooner did she return from Human Resources did Bridget come out of no where, “I trust your in the system girly?” “Y-Yes” ivy responded hesitant as Bridget gotten closer. Slammm!!! The wind of Bridget slamming down hard on her desk caused a few papers to drift off her desk. The entire office went silent, even the humming of the machines. She gleamed closer to ivy “Yes, what?” She said with a snarl “Y-Yes governor “ ivy quickly corrected “Good girl” Bridget said patting her on the head. “Be a dear and pick up these

Pee time

I could actually sell my soul to the Devil (if it worked like that...) to get that

Whoa! calm down grizzly lolol

LOL ahhh yeah !! Also, when I do smoke weed, everything is amplified, sensations, lust ect and well, I need my orgasm so I make sure he doesn't come back up until he's done... how greedy of me!! LMAO

There's an entire tumblr dedicated to this, hasn't been updated much lately though; http://ptogether.tumblr.com/

This was the best one, by the way. Do you really, REALLY want a "bad" notification? You are a bit afraid. It can be felt (I'm a witch after all) This story (and the one who wrote it) has something deeply fascinating, visceral yet not disturbing. My man also is a novelist, though it is very difficult to actually have one's novel get published these days, more then ever if it is filled with accusation toward both "The State and The Church". I am quite used to fictional pissing stories, and very rarely they got this smooth sensation even in presence of really

i was doing laundry, and felt incredibly sexy wearing a wrap and thigh highs. anyways. while loading the wash i rubbed against the side of the machine and for some reason it gave me a tingle. i was horny and when i started it, i lifted one leg onto the drier so i could lean against the washer and press my muffin onto the corner. i ended up sitting on it and fingered myself til i came.

Obviously I cannot speak for every woman but I find it incredibly difficult! I've tried many techniques and had plenty of practice in the shower and no matter what I do, it's a lottery whether or not I'm going to soak my legs. When I successfully do it, it's great! A nice straight stream that lands a little in front of me. Not high enough to pee through the zip of my jeans, but I wouldn't have to undress much. When I don't do it right? It's like someone didn't quite properly put their thumb over a hosepipe. My wee seems to fan out like a sprinkler and completely soak my legs, and as

Fed-ex them to the uk, i will clean them an send them back. Minus a pair as my fee :wink: lol