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(Part 5) Please, Live With Me Saturday Evening, November 13, 1999 Well, that was a fun and interesting day,” I said, once we were back on the main road. “Although I think you have created a monster there with her, Angie.” Angie laughed, “You know she wants to make love with you - she has decided that you will be her first man. Do you think you can handled the two of us?” “God, the two of you?” I exclaimed. “I don’t think I can even handle you by yourself.” Was I hearing right? Was Angie suggesting a threesome? This was every straight guy’s ultimate fant

(Part 4) Jenny Saturday Afternoon, November 13, 1999 After lunch, I felt pretty tired. In less than 24 hours, I had experienced three mind blowing orgasms, seen some amazing sights, and pretty much been in a state of constant arousal. Not only had the three orgasms been more than the sum total I had in the previous six months, three in one day had taken a lot out of me. I was no longer some young buck who could screw non-stop. I settled down on my towel, closed my eyes, and soaked up the sun’s warm rays. I must have dozed off, because I kept having strange dreams,

(Part 3... more peeing, voyeurism, exhibitionism) Exhibitions on the Beach Saturday Morning, November 13, 1999 I awoke sometime later, feeling completely disoriented. The room was not completely dark, as some light crept in from around the curtains. The room was unfamiliar, and I had lost feeling in my arm. Then I saw the woman lying next to me, my arm around her, and memories of the evening started to come back to me. Did it all happen to me? The scenes in the salon, dinner, the wild lovemaking, plus the scenes from the neighbouring apartments? I guess it must have. And

Welcome to the site, it's full of great, friendly people, very accepting, very supportive. Glad to have you here.

And we will expect a full report....

I think a lot of us here would say the same, thinking about you wetting the crotch of your PJ's....

Have you ever been caught - or almost caught - having sex in public?

Jessica Rabbit, Hermoine (for Harry Potter)

I assume you think I look normal!!!! Just goes to show, looks can be deceiving.

Maybe he secretly wants you to give him a golden shower? But I am curious, just what does a pee pee girl look like? Apart from hgv aving a permanently wet crotch, that is....

Fantastic story - loved reading it, and you have encouraged me to dust off some old writings of mine and post them...

These stories have encouraged me to dust off some old writing of mine and post here...

(Part 2 - more wetting, voyeurism, sex....) Dinner at Angie’s Apartment Friday Night, November 12, 1999 It was only a five-minute walk to the Martin Place train station, and we walked arm in arm through the crowds. Friday night happy hour bar types, office workers determined to start the weekend off with a buzz. The younger ones would move on to the hipper clubs, no doubt to dance and party on until early morning. I had never been much for that scene, and I asked Angie if she was into the club and dance scene. “No, not really. I use to go with a bunch of friends,

By means of an explanation about the above story - I first started writing that maybe 15 years ago, and there's much, much more to it. Part of the way through the story, I had Will reminisce abut his first sexual experiences as a teenager... Well, the reminisces became better than the main story, so I pulled them out, and I've been posting them to an erotic story site, - https://storiesonline.net/ - under my pen name of William Turney Morris. Feel free to check them out.

This involves male desperation, and male and female desperation. At the Salon Friday Afternoon, November 12, 1999 I checked my watch, 4:30; time to call it a week. I was leaving a bit early today; I had an appointment for my monthly haircut in fifteen minutes. Angie, the hairdresser I had been seeing for about eighteen months had just moved to a new location; she had opened her own salon with a colleague, and I wanted to allow sufficient time to find the new place. I shut down my computer, shoved the pile of papers and files that were sitting on my desk into a dr

Fantastic story... can't wait for part 2

Well, abut 15 months ago I went through radiation treatment for prostate cancer (which appears to be in remission now), and before each 10 minute radiation session (5 days a week for 10 weeks), I would have inserted a 'rectal balloon' - a thin rubber tube that was inserted in my backside, and inflated slightly, to hold everything there in place while I got nuked... invariably the technician who would insert the balloon was some stunningly attractive 20 something young woman... but bum play has lost some appeal for me as a result.

I'm not all that sure if I'm mad at you for being able to experience what is my ultimate pee fantasy, happy that you shared the hot photos, or feeling really pleased for you that you got to enjoy a great experience. You are one lucky guy!

More sailing photos...

the most recent 'sporty' thing I did was sailing - this is over 22 years ago, my father and I owned a 23 foot sailing boat in Sydney, we would race every sunday in the local club (Avalon Sailing Club, in Clareville, NSW Australia). The final season, we won the 'Commodore's Trophy' for the fastest boat on handicap over the season.

That wouldn't work for me... I can be at a 5 out of 10 level of needing to pee - but as soon as I get home, I know the toilet is close, and the closer I get to it, the greater the demand. If I'm not unzipping as I enter the bathroom, I'm likely to burst and soak my pants as I get to the toilet.

I would love to have you watching my desperation. I might even pee my pants for you

What I find when I am at work, sitting at my desk, and I have felt things building up over, say 30 minutes or an hour... I'll decide, time to have a pee. It's not that far from my desk, maybe 30 paces to the corridor, another 30 up to the men's room, then a short distance to the urinals. When I stand up to leave my desk, there's a slight need to pee - but the closer I get to the men's room, the stronger it is. And once inside the men's room - those last few paces to the urinal are hell. Usually I'll be unzipping as soon as I get in, and I'm pulling my cock out as I'm going across the room