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Hey everyone, I’ve been a long-time lurker, and I have finally decided to contribute! Leading me to write short stories about a chain of thought which randomly popped up in my mind.
We’ve been fortunate to find forums like these, where we can open up, share and discuss our beloved interests. I am pretty sure that many of us here have even confided our likes to other people, aka loved ones. However, I feel there will be many folks out there who haven’t had an opportunity to disclose this aspect about themselves or their interests, due to many reasons. People in this category can range from all walks of life, different countries, genders and so on.
I wanted to create this thread that brings out these fictional stories of people, where they haven’t expressed this fetish of theirs to anyone, or have discovered platforms around the fetish, or they find ways to disclose to a loved one.
A slice of life kind of thing, where I try to develop instances of different kinds. To be honest, this is going to be a pure experimentation. I am hopeful it will turn out to be interesting, and some of you might like it.
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STORY ONE - A FRIEND INDEED
Introvert
Noun: a quiet, shy person who prefers to be alone than with other people.
A living example to this definition was Mark. A timid boy, mostly soft-spoken, someone who often kept to himself. Recently, Mark had endured a bitter-sweet experience of turning 18. What initially turned out to be uncomfortable, soon took a pleasant turn. You see, to someone who’s of his age, outgoing by nature, who looks forward to social interactions and gatherings, the event which unfolded would’ve been a cherished memory. But Mark was never a social butterfly, so naturally, things were different.
His mother, Rachel, a farmer and a single parent, had invited a bunch of family members over for a surprise birthday bash. Days before her son’s birthday, a round of calls were made to close relatives, inviting them over for the surprise. Usually, Rachel would keep things low key, just how her son would like things to be. But this time, the situation was different. Recently, Mark’s childhood friend Bella had moved out of town. This definitely impacted Mark, and the signs were evident. He had withdrawn further into his shell, spent most of his time alone, either in his room or the long walks that he often took.
Rachel tried talking to Mark, but he shut her off with his usual response “I am okay mom”. As a mother, Rachel was concerned, and had to do something to help her son. Last week however, she was in for a surprise. From time to time, Rachel would clean Mark’s room. Small things like collecting his dirty laundry, dusting his table, and changing his sheets. Not that he wouldn’t do it himself, it’s just that Rachel knew he did an average job in that department.
While Rachel was tending to the task, she couldn’t help but notice an open diary, laying on Mark’s desk. With all that had been happening recently, Rachel found it hard to keep her curiosity at bay, and ended up running her eyes through the passage that was written.
23.05.2024 - 10:45PM - I finally managed to do it. While watching the movie with mom, I leaked in my underwear. It felt so naughty! The potential of getting caught was high. Ever since I returned from my walk, I was holding it all in. I was so anxious to ease my bladder. But I pushed past the fear, and relaxed. It felt so good! So warm! And so naughty! Mom had absolutely no idea. It was a thing that mom started to doze off. Leading me to leak more. But when it started to show in my shorts, I stopped. I excused myself, telling her I was tired, and came back to my room. Like every night, I peed out from the window. I am not ready to pee on the bedroom floor yet, and definitely scared to wet the bed. So let’s see how things go.
Disbelief engulfed Rachel. What had she just read? Her son liked to pee his pants? Slowly lowering herself on Mark’s bed, Rachel found it hard to find a suitable reaction. The entry she had just read was from yesterday. Unable to help herself, she reached out for the diary, and flipped a page.
22.05.2024 - 06:45PM - Monsoon’s finally here! Mom and I were worried about the rains. We really hoped it wouldn’t be like the previous year. All our efforts would then go vain, and it’s hard to see mom worried all the time. The sunflowers look healthy, and this time I am sure we’ll get a good price. It was fun today. While tending to the flowers it started to rain. Mom called me back in, but I wouldn’t miss such an opportunity. In minutes I was soaked. And I could just let my bladder relax. It felt incredibly naughty to pee myself like that. I wish I could do it more often.
Rachel continued flipping the pages. As she read through the journal entries, a completely different side of Mark was beginning to present itself. The boy was beginning to get sexually active. She could definitely sense that. And strangely, pee played a major role in his life. From the readings, not only did Rachel notice his special interest, but she also could see how lonely he was. Holding so many emotions within him, it was not healthy.
It took Rachel a day or two to wrap her mind around what she had discovered. Pee was not new to her. Back in the days, she had friends who were into it. After thoroughly thinking through it, Rachel made her mind up to let Mark know that he was free to do what he pleased. It's pee after all, she thought. More importantly, she wanted Mark to be comfortable with his sexual interests. Not hide it.
Mark’s Birthday - From the outside, the house looked perfectly normal when Mark cycled back from college. At the entrance of their sunflower field, his mother’s truck was parked haphazardly. The pile of firewood he’d chopped earlier in the morning was still in the corner of the house, as Mark made a mental note of putting them in the shed before his mother complained.
Dusting off his muddy shoes on the grass, Mark walked up to the main door, and nudged it open. “Mom… I am hom…”, and even before could complete his sentence, a unanimous cheer “Surprise!!!!!” Shrilled across the living room. In front of Mark stood his uncle Alan, aunt Ruby, his cousins Emma, along with Brook, and his mother right in the middle.
Mark noticed the wall in their living room decorated with balloons, and letters “Happy 18!”. Between them and Mark was the centre table, over which was a handmade chocolate cake with lit candles. “Happy birthday hunny” said Rachel, taking the lead, and hugging her son in a warm embrace.
“Tha…thanks mom” said Mark, and had to make sure that his displeasure was not entirely evident in front of his extended family or his mother. Yes, Mark was an introvert, but at the same time, he wasn’t an ass. He knew that his mother had to have planned all this quite a bit, and he respected the fact that his family members took time and travelled a distance to make his day.
“A few hours, and it will be done” he thought to himself, and dived right into it. The cake was cut, the annoying “Happy birthday…” song was sung, gifts were handed over, and finally people started to settle down. As usual, beers were out, followed by a cheerful family dinner.
Initially it did feel a bit annoying, but Mark managed to have a good time during the course. His cousins were cool. They spoke about college, and caught up on life in general. While they did this, the adults were discussing their farms, dirty politics and his uncle was explaining how cool the equipment was that he had recently purchased.
After about 3 hours or so, when the sky outside turned a shade orange, it was time for people to start leaving. Seeing the last car vanish across the horizon, Rachel turned to her son “Did you like it?” She asked. “Yeah, I kind of did” responded the boy in his usual tone of uncertainty.
“Come on now, it’s time for another surprise” said Mary, and almost immediately Mark spoke up “Mom, kind of had enough with surprises today…”, he said, which was casually turned down by his mother as she walked in.
“Now that you’re 18, and for being such a good boy all through your teenage years, I feel it’s the right time for us to share a drink” she said, holding a pack of six. “Mark, your dad would have been so proud of you. He always told me how he’d envisioned your 18th birthday” she uttered softly, tearing up slightly.
Mark immediately walked closer and hugged Rachel. When it came to his late father, both of them supported each other emotionally. This is how Mark and his mother coped with his loss. “Anyways, can you start the fire outside, I’ll gather some munchies and beers” said Rachel.
Mark didn’t object. And got to the task right away. Beer was new to him. His peers back in college often boasted about their drinking, and parties. But this never really excited Mark. He remained quiet and overheard them talk. Now that his mother suggested this, there really wasn’t a problem.
The crackling of firewood surfaced, as the flickering orange flames enveloped the pit. Mark placed two easy chairs beside each other, along with a table in between. It took a few minutes for Rachel to arrive with the beers and chips. The two sat down, overlooking their field of sunflowers, across the horizon was the setting sun.
“It tastes weird” said Mark, as he sipped his first beer. “Kind of an acquired taste, love, drink a can, and then take a call” responded Mary, sipping hers comfortably. Mark decided to take it slow, he took a larger sip, and placed the can on the table. “Markie… I wanted to talk about something with you” said Rachel. Mark readjusted his posture in such a way that he was now looking at his mother. “Look, I don’t mean to pry, I was just being concerned alright. You don’t have friends, and you don’t tell me what’s happening in your life. I know you are doing well in college, and I also know you prefer your own company, but I am just concerned…” she said.
“I am alright mom, really” he assured her. Mark never really opened up, and he felt okay being that. “I know I know… see Markie, each of us are different, you are unique in your own ways, I respect that. But yesterday, while cleaning your room, I couldn’t help but stumble upon your personal diary”.
Mark, who was mostly relaxed, quiet and calm, had this sudden change. His heart beat started to pace up, his face showed strong signs of shock, and he immediately sat up forward, looking at his mother in disbelief. He just couldn’t believe that he’d forgotten to put the book away after penning down his last entry. The book was specifically written to express his kinky interests, and nothing more. The sole purpose of the book was that. In which, he’d written about his fantasies, his experiences and desires.
“Mom, that book is supposed to be personal” said Mark, sounding defeated and angry at the same time. Before he could say anything more, Rachel interrupted him. “Sweetie, it’s alright. I am not mad, and I am not judging you”. Mark was definitely caught off guard. He just couldn’t find words to communicate further. His mind shut off, and his chest felt heavy. His last entry was fresh in his mind. He’d written about how exciting it was to leak pee into his knicker around his mother. He’d expressed nothing sexual about his mother. All he had written was the naughtiness he felt when he peed his underwear little by little while talking to her, while doing the chores around her, and finally letting go.
“Mark, trust me when I say this, it’s okay. Pee hurts absolutely no one. Yes, cleaning is a pain when you go in your clothes, but that’s something we can live with” she explained. Mark was now sniffing, as tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt embarrassed, and all he wanted to do was run away.
Rachel got off her chair, and hugged her son. They remained quiet for almost a minute. “Mom, I won’t do it ever again, I promise” he uttered, feeling extremely guilty. “Grab your beer, and walk with me” said Rachel, leading the way, walking into the farm. Reluctantly, the boy followed her, having not much of a choice.
“Mark, drink your beer when it's cold, it’s better that way” she said. “Mom! I don’t give a fuck about the beer!” Retorted Mark, crying openly now. “Language, mister! Turning 18 doesn’t give you permission to swear!” She said, sounding angry.
Confused, anxious and embarrassed, Mark decided to just do what he was told. Quietly, he gulped a few large sips of his beer, which strangely felt a lot more comforting. By now, Rachel had walked a few feet away from him. Mark noticed her look ahead, and casually observed the sun setting. “Sweetie, let us start over again, but this time, I need you to keep an open mind, and try hearing me out. Can you do that for me?” She asked politely.
Mark by now had calmed down a bit, and had accepted the fact that his secret was out. “Okay” he said softly, standing beside her now. Rachel nonchalantly looked ahead, and spoke “Mickie, I don’t think you have an idea about this, but what you’ve written in your diary is not all that uncommon as you think”. By now Mike had realized that his mother was not upset or angry, and she was trying her best to communicate something. “What do you mean by that mom?” He asked, for the first time, attempting to even make a conversation regarding his interest.
“What I mean to say is, people enjoy doing that. I have friends who do it on a regular basis, and when we meet, they open up and spill out a few details” she explained, turning towards Mike now”. Maintaining a comfortable gaze, she said “The problem is not peeing your pants son… the problem is making a big deal of it in your head. The problem is keeping things a secret. By constantly doing that, you will develop unhealthy sexual behaviours. And given your private nature, frustration in that area will creep in” she added.
Mark listened to her with rapt attention. Her words felt soothing, and for the first time, he felt someone actually understood him. His eyes by now had dried off, and the sweet effects of the beer was starting to calm his nerves further. “As a mother, I don’t want that, okay? I want you to be accepting of your interests. Sexual and non sexual both. So, if you like wetting yourself, or peeing in places you shouldn’t, I suggest you go for it. But make sure you clean up after… okay?”
“Did she actually give me permission to pee myself!” Was the thought that rushed into Mark’s mind. In his wildest dreams, he never had imagined such a situation. Strangely, the beer had made its way to his bladder. Also, given that it was his first, he was feeling pretty buzzed. “You’re awfully silent there Markie… isn’t this something that you wanted?” Asked Rachel.
“Yeah, I guess” responded Mark. “It’s just that, I never expected to be having this conversation with you” he added. “Well Markie, lately, it’s been really difficult to have any kind of a conversation with you. Ever since Bella left, you’ve gotten so silent. I miss talking to you, you know” she said, finishing her beer.
By now, the sun had set. The natural light was beginning to diminish rapidly. “Let’s head back home huh, it’s been a long day” suggested Rachel. The two started walking back home, and Mike quietly pondered upon the recent past. Like him, his mother too didn’t have many people to talk to. Since his best friend leaving, he had been avoiding conversations with her. This made Mark feel a little bad. However, a surge of excitement was starting to build inside him. His mother had just allowed him to pee where he wanted “I can’t believe she knows about this!!!” He thought, unable to comprehend this situation.
They were just about to enter the house when Rachel stopped. She stood on the porch and turned around to face her son. “I know your nature Markie, you will end up overthinking the shit out of this, and it will take you days or weeks again to make any progress” she said. “So let’s break the ice, I know you are one beer down, which means you have to pee”.
“What are you trying to say mom?” Asked Mark, feeling very anxious. He knew her tone, and kind of had an idea where this was heading too. “You know exactly what I mean son” she said, smiling casually. “We do this once, I want you to stand right where you are and relax” she instructed. “I can’t do that, no mom!” He fought back. By now, Mark was reaching his limits, he really needed a pee, and this situation was only making it worse. “Sweetie, you know I don’t take no for an answer… and I don’t want to make this a big deal. Deep down, this is exactly what you want, stop resisting and go for it. And for god sake, it’s not drugs or crap like that, it’s just pee! I can live with that, so now do it” she almost ordered.
Mark’s mind kind of shut off. There was nothing to hide anymore. He wasn’t dreaming. This was real. He looked into his mother’s eyes, and blushed “I am kind of shy” he muttered. “I am sure you’ll be fine, this ain’t the first time I’ll be seeing you wet yourself” chuckled Rachel, keeping things light. “Mooomm!” Blushed Mark deeper. For a few seconds, there were no words that were exchanged. Mark stood there, breathing heavy, as the warm feeling spread across his crotch. His muscles retracted involuntarily, cutting off the flow. Years of training were kicking in strongly.
Rachel knew what was happening. She couldn’t see any traces of wetness, but knew Mike was in the process. “Go for it champ, it’s alright” she almost encouraged him playfully. Mark closed his eyes, and consciously relaxed his body. In seconds, his desperation got the best of him, leading to a complete flood inside his jeans. Pee shot out from the confines of his underwear, leaving trails all the way down. A puddle started to form around his feet, as he sighed in relief.
Rachel was happy to see her son finally give in. If letting him pee his clothes was the way forward, that’s the way it will be, she thought. “See, not all that difficult right?” She said, breaking the silence. Mark opened his eyes, and almost teared up. “Thank you…” he whispered, peeing himself thoroughly. “Sweetie, no matter what, or how old you become, you will always be my baby. And I’ll be your best friend, forever. Don’t you ever forget that, okay” said Rachel, getting slightly emotional herself. “Now, you take a moment, and when you feel it’s time, come in, and clean up. We’ll watch a movie” she winks, and walks into the house.
The end :)
Hope you all liked the story. Please let me know your thoughts.
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Chapter Three
As a copywriter, no conversation feels lull to me. Nicole and I are the kind of people who enthusiastically discuss work. Sometimes, she’s the best soundboard I can have. Though she isn’t from an advertising background, my wife can definitely give me a run for my money.
I’d recently been working on this particular campaign. With AI disrupting the way we operate, a prominent client that my agency extends its service had this requirement. They needed a campaign that would have visuals created solely by AI. To cut things short, I had this presentation that I needed to pitch on Monday.
While the clock slowly ticked towards midnight, our glasses continued to be refilled, while I walked my wife through the process of my ideation. Nicole listened to me intently, and threw a few practical questions my way. My gestures were more dramatic, and so was my tone. We’d quite literally polished off an entire bottle, resulting in both of us feeling seriously buzzed.
“You continue, I’ll need to um… take care of something again” said Nicole. The nonchalance she portrayed felt extremely arousing. “Geez! I’ll need to change out of these panties before we sleep” was all she said, as I watched her take the squat posture. The alcohol clearly was having an effect on her. Nicole was now holding the wall for support, and what she said next blew my mind “Fuck! It’s getting all over my bloody knicker!” Said Nicole, playfully. I could see her pantie was not all the way down, and I was dead sure that my wife sprayed some of her urine onto her underwear.
I have no idea what got into me. My drunken mind convinced me that it was the right moment to wet myself. So this is how it went:
Mind: look, she clearly wet her pantie accidentally. It would be nice if you empathised with her, and wet yourself too.
Counter thought: but what if she’s not that thrilled about it?
Mind: look, opportunities don’t present themselves so often. Just go for it.
Alas, there was no counter thought that flowed after that. What did however was a warm trickle, running down my thighs. The feeling was extremely comforting. My cock shot out pee in large spurts. The third or the forth spurt turned into a continuous stream, spreading to the base of my balls, marking its way through my inner thighs, and finally flowing down my shins and ankles.
I saw Nicole stand up, and examine her pantie that was stretching near her knees. Her bare butt made my cock twitch. “These are damp” is all I heard, as she stepped out of them and turned around.
“What the fuck!!!” Were the three words that left her mouth. “Jacob!! How drunk are you hun!” Were the next set. I just stood there, emptying the last bit of whatever was left in my bladder. “Um…” I said, looking very silly. “Guess it's a shower and head to bed… Don’t stress… let’s just clean up” she said, walking back in.
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Chapter Two
Now that you have a clear picture of our living arrangement, more importantly, about Nicole and me, let me dive right into how things unfolded on the day of our anniversary. Both of us decided to get off work early. As most weekends were spent at pubs, and traveling, we decided to celebrate at home. While Nicole took up the task of ordering food and alcohol, I happily cleaned our apartment, set the mood, and ordered a small cake to amp up the vibe.
07:00 PM
The soft light across our home was turned on, a tall bottle of white rum, coke and glasses were laid out on the center table. Nicole walked out of our room. The pleasant smell of her perfume, slightly damp hair, and her glowing skin indicated that she’d just showered. Curious to know how Nicole looks?
Firstly, she’s a runner. Often participates in 10k marathons and she’s preparing to run a 15k next week. She’s brown skinned, and visits a dermatologist often to treat her acne. I really don’t understand why this bothers her so much. She has a few marks on her face, which to my eyes are almost nonexistent. But holy fuck, it screws with her mind a lot. I’ll probably rant about it some other time.
Getting back to describing her, Nicole has black curly hair that almost tickles her waist. Her body is toned af! Firm plump breasts, curvy waist, and a very desirable butt. She’s the kind of a woman who’s ass can be noticed from a distance. Her pussy? Mostly clean shaved, and when life gets in the way, a layer of natural bush can be seen. I like both the variations 🙂
Both of us just love the idea of comfort wear. I feel my partner looks best wearing my old t-shirt and a pantie. Nicole is aware of this, and for our occasion, she was wearing a printed tee of mine, and when she leaned forward to further dry her hair, I noticed her light yellow pantie. Living with a secret fetish often pushes one to a world of imagination. For instance, when I saw her leaning forward, the T-shirt she was wearing rode up. Like a curtain that raises before a play, the main stage, which happens to be my wife’s pantie covered butt reveals itself magnificently. In reality, the fabric of her pantie is clean, and dry. However in the realms of my imagination, Nicole lets out a few soft bursts of air, as her pantie begins to bulge, as a cascade of pee trickles down her smooth thighs.
“Will you just keep staring? I don’t mind you being a ass kisser you know” says Nicole playfully. To which, I immediately respond “Yes ma’am!”. One of the things that turns both of us on is randomness. In the privacy of our home, it’s not uncommon for us to carry out sexual acts at odd places. Like, right now, I am kneeling behind my wife, who’s pantie is lowered to her knees, with buttcheeks parted open, while my tongue pushes into her tight asshole. All this while she continues to dry her hair.
08:00 PM
“Time flies huh babe?” I say to Nicole, fixing both our drinks in our backyard, which is a grassy small area, with two garden chairs, a table and thick privacy fencing surrounding our property. “It’s just crazy. How does it feel to be married? Hope you’re not tired of me driving you to the gates of insanity” she responds, in her usual way.
So, here’s the thing… One year of marriage has taught me quite a few valuable lessons. Compatibility is something that needs to be worked on daily. It’s definitely not a thing that magically happens between two people. Expect fights, choose your battles, and to men, here’s a note - learn when to fucking listen! I know how our minds work, we are fixers, logical thinkers and problem solvers. But on the same note, you have no idea how many fights I could have avoided if only I had shut the fuck up. So yeah, Nicole and I have had quite a few fights. From me not keeping up my word in certain situations to her overreacting which didn’t even qualify for a reaction, issues surfaced from time to time.
“We did take a vow to support each other, didn't we?” I say cheekily, and handed her a drink. “I know this may sound cheesy, but babe, you’re the best thing that happened to me” I tell her, and with that came an emotional hug, followed promptly with a kiss. How do I put this, Nicole and I aren’t heavy drinkers. But when the occasion feels right, the party animal in us awakens. Conversations flowed smoothly, we spoke about our next trip in detail. Freezed upon the days. Then, the talks moved to us patting our backs for being consistent with savings. By now, we’d managed to polish off 40 percent of white rum, and the buzz started to get to us. Nicole likes to dance, and I find it pretty uncomfortable. But with just her being around, I decided to let go of my insecurities and moved my body to the beats as my wife put out some really hot moves.
09:00 PM
We were sweating from all the dancing, as we poured ourselves into the 4th round. By now, I needed to pee. There’s a particular corner in our backyard that I often water using my cock. To Nicole, it’s not really a big deal. On many occasions, while tending to our gardens, I’ve turned on my hose, with her being present. She just chuckles or ignores me when I am taking care of my business. With alcohol in play, I was feeling a lot more relaxed, and told my wife “Be right back”, before walking up to my spot, and peeing for a good 20 seconds. Sometimes I feel that the release of a pent up bladder is more pleasurable than sex. I return and tell her just that. To which, she admits that my words were true. “So not fair that guys can stand and pee”, a comment came my way. “Uh huh, same goes for a woman having multiple orgasms!” I counter, and the two of us end up giggling.
“Fuck it, I am just too lazy to walk all the way in” said Nicole. Almost immediately, something stirred between my legs. This was the first time Nicole was so casual about this. Apart from the times when we were out on treks, and on road trips, when there’s no way Nicole could find a toilet, it was only then Mother Nature would be considered. Peeing in the backyard was definitely new. Probably the effect of alcohol, I thought, and watched my beautiful wife walk to the same spot. I watched as the tips of her fingers curled around the elastic of her pantie, pushed it all the way down to her knees, and at the same time, her waist pushed her butt out, while she effortlessly lowered herself to a squat. I could see the thin blades of grass almost reaching her butt. “You’re right, fuck this feels good” exhales Nicole, looking straight ahead.
Boy o boy, was I horny! For the love of god, I am horny right now thinking about it. Picture this, a full squat, lovely back view, sound of gushing pee, I am sure you and I both can relate as to how hot this was to witness. Mmmmmmhhh!!!
The manner in which Nicole prepared herself for the release, reverse the process, that’s exactly how I saw my wife pull her knicker back up, and join me to continue the night of drinking. I couldn’t help but wonder if the loose drops of her pee warmed the fabric of her pantie. In a minute, that burning question in my mind was answered, as Nicole folded her legsand took a seat beside me. Yes, a small part of heryellow knicker had turned a shade darker.
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While I may have my fair share of imperfections, one thing I can proudly claim is that I'm unwaveringly loyal. However, the love I have for my wife is far from the wholesome sugar coated fairy tales. There’s definitely no till death do us apart and soul mate theory bullshit in our relationship. Love between us manifests itself through acceptance, mutual respect, tolerance and providing each other space to breathe.
My wife possesses a remarkable blend of qualities – love, care, empathy, and sweetness. Simultaneously, she grapples with her own insecurities, occasional impulses, sprinkled with anger issues. In all fairness, I am not an embodiment of a balanced man either. On one hand, I am passionate about my work, mostly helpful and realistic. On the same note, I am not good with change, a picky eater, a neat freak, and a borderline people pleaser.
A match made in heaven, eh? What two years of dating didn’t teach us, a year into marriage was sufficient to hammer down relationship lessons. It’s just crazy how two people in love, at times, can’t stand each other under one roof. Don’t get me wrong, my intention is not to paint a toxic tale of marriage, it’s quite the contrary. Healthy relationship entitles disagreement, ability to express honestly, being okay with having a fight from time to time. Natalie and I have been blessed with such recurring episodes.
“Jacob, I think we should limit our alcohol when we celebrate. Don’t get me wrong, I had an awesome time last night, but getting drunk to the point where you peed yourself, that’s just…” Natalie announced, walking down the hallway, holding onto a pile of laundry.
You heard my wife, right? What do you think? Was it really an accident? Look, I will be talking to you from time to time. I don’t know who you are, I have no clue as to which part of the world you are from, but one thing I know for sure is that you and I have something in common. And this series will narrate how my wife will be the third person to share our little secret.
Did I just get your juices flowing? If yes, pour yourself a beverage, and follow along. I’ll try my best to keep you on the edge.
We all have a little part of us that will never see the light of the day, don’t we? No, I am not talking about our butt holes. Damn, I envy the nudists who can boast about holding their buttholes to sunlight, and explain how beautiful that feels. Sorry, I kind of side tracked there a bit. I am talking about certain things that we feel, deep secrets we hold, to be more precise, the kinks we desire the most. In my case, or if it’s safe to say, our case, I can broadly categorize it as pee and poop.
Until my wife and I celebrated our first anniversary the night before, I strongly believed that I’ll carry this secret of mine to my grave. Thanks to my lowered inhibitions, the comfort I felt around Natalie, and the safe space which was our backyard, I managed to finally wet myself in front of my wife. I know, I know, you need context. Natalie is a software developer, and I am a copywriter. Both our jobs are hybrid. While she needs to show up twice a week at work, I am required to pop in only when something serious needs to be discussed, which mostly is never.
This situation only meant that the two of us stayed, worked, ate, slept and chilled under the same roof for long hours. Very early into our marriage, we realized this was going to be a problem. This is one of the many aspects I respect deeply about my wife. She loves having her personal space and is very aware that I am cut out from the same cloth. With our combined income, we live in a house that’s spacious, has three bedrooms, a wide balcony and vast living room. She works out of one room, I carry out my role in the other, and the third is where we sleep and fuck. Not that we don’t fuck around the house, lol.
You like how this is going so far? Kind of a slow burn, right? It’s going to be this way. Ever tried telling your partner you’re into pee and poop? All you extroverts out there, I just need 10 percent of the energy you carry. You have no idea what difference that would make in my life. I just don’t understand how you wear your heart on your sleeve all the time. I admire that! But when you’ve been an introvert all your life, I am sure you understand how difficult it is to have such a conversation. Add in a strict father who constantly judged you growing up, never appreciated your opinions, and compared you constantly to others, well what do you get? A fine fuck up like me, trying to figure out healthy coping skills.
Look, I am really enjoying writing this. But the thing is, I am a sucker for approval. So I need you to comment, and tell me either to continue or say, dude you’re boring. Messed up right? But don’t worry, I am working on it. But do let me know, just saying 🙂
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Chapter One - AA Meeting
“I am Radha, and I am an alcoholic” introduced a nervous woman, while 15 people seated around her echoed “Hey Radha!” cheerfully. Convincing herself to share at a meeting felt extremely challenging. Plagued by intrusive thoughts - “Maybe the next meeting”, “No one will be interested to hear you”, “what if you stammer, and go blank”, played like a negative campaign in her mind, as she boiled in her own misery. But somehow Radha found that courage, a tiny ray of motivation that stopped the madness in her head, and drove things into action.
A 35 year old woman, dressed in a beautiful black saree, straight long hair, was Radha. Someone who was about to share for the first time at an Alcohol Anonymous meeting. “Hey everyone, um.. I’ve been away from alcohol for 60 days now… and…” before she could continue further, people began to applaud.
Hearing this sudden uproar made Radha anxious. Her gaze that was fixated over the floor, slowly raised to meet the eyes of the other members briefly, who genuinely seemed happy. Her lips broke into a soft smile, acknowledging the men and women seated around her. “Thank you….” She uttered, and took a deep breath before she continued to say “The last few days haven’t been easy. The cravings have been intense. There were nights when I came very close to buying some beer” she said, pausing for a few seconds.
“But I don’t know why I didn’t. I really can’t say it was god who stopped me. I just can’t. It’s probably what I have experienced with alcohol, maybe it was the pain of staying drunk that stopped me from buying…” she said, almost like she was talking to herself, and making sense of how things shaped out. Her fingers interlocked each other, as Radha subconsciously calmed herself.
“Nonetheless, the good thing is that I didn’t drink. It feels nice to be here. Among you all. I’ve never really had relationships with people who seemed genuinely happy for me. To be honest, I find it very strange” she lets out a soft chuckle. “It’s always like people needed something from me… you know… to be around me. So yeah, 60 days!” She said, forcing herself to be motivated,
“Thank you all for listening, you guys are awesome” concluded the nervous woman. The room erupted with applause and assuring nods.
As the cheering continued, Radha smiled, letting a sigh of relief. Feeling a lot lighter, from whatever she managed to share, Radha crossed her legs, muting the desperation to pee.
Ever since she’d quit alcohol, her obsessive personality had moved towards food and sex. She had no idea why hunger and lust had taken over at this intensity. Radha had started to order food 3 times a day, loading her cabinet with munchies, biscuits and chocolates. Apart from this, her meals were heavy, from biryani to pork ribs, pizzas to rolls, all she did during the day was scan places on her phone, and order in.
Radha also touched herself far too many times a day. The sensations were too strong, almost like the time when she had first discovered the self pleasuring during her teens. To add on, her long lost fetish, the joy she’d experience leaking pee into her clothes had returned.
During the days of her drinking, not a day went by when Radha kept her panties dry. Either she’d delay her visit to the bathroom and leak, or she would be too drunk, and let nature flow into her clothes. However, the feeling wasn’t the same in sobriety. The decision to leak in her pantie was a conscious one. Which she was planning on experimenting soon.
Radha, cross legged, sat and heard a few more sharing, and just before the closing prayer, she excused herself and walked out of the meeting. Social anxiety got the best of her, “I’ve not only made it to a meeting, but also shared. Why am I running away now?” She thought to herself, and lit a smoke. “Maybe I could do a quick round of hellos, doesn’t seem all that difficult” she contemplated, standing outside the meeting, awaiting the members to step out.
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Hello, you can call me Roleing, as I prefer being anonymous. I've been a part of this site for over a year now. It's kind of my go-to place to explore my fetish, which has everything to do with pee. I am an extreme introvert, so I haven't really interacted much in here. So, here I am, breaking the ice. Every since I can remember, pee has fascinated me. For years, I had love & hate relationship with my kink, but eventually I made peace with it. It's a part of me, and there's nothing really I can do about it. I love writing, and I have posted a few stories here. Apart from that. I enjoy role playing too. I would love to meet like-minded people here, and have a great time.