Vikka

We've passed the autumnal equinox, and the day before today 3 o'clock a.m. became 4 o'clock a.m. I miss the summer! The summer is such an uncomplicated time of the year! Especially about your clothing. If I don't have to dress up, I usually wear only a t-shirt, panties and sandals. That's it... That's what I'm wearing even if I'm going into town. Obviously my t-shirt can't be too small, too short. If I'm not wearing a skirt or pants, I use a t-shirt a couple of sizes bigger than my normal size. Long enough not to look too indecent (enough to scantily cover my panties, when I stretch it down)

Yes, they do, and I believe that we all should show them how we dislike it! By not buying the crap, and by going against it, whenever, we get the opportunity!

A girl maybe has peed herself. So what? It happens all the time around the world. In this case it isn't even certain she really did it. It wouldn't be the first time some asshole fakes a picture of some celebrity to give the impression that she (mostly)/he has peed herself/himself. In this case; if she peed herself, there could be three different scenarios: 1. She did pee herself, and chose to not say a word about it, or, if she was asked if she had peed herself, denied, that she had. In which case nothing more should be said about it. 2. She peed herself and admitted that she had done so, but

Everywhere and anywhere :whistling:

Hmm... feet has a tendency to smell. And not in a very appealing way :meh:. More in a very appalling way... Sometimes a guy smells of sweaty feet from a long distance, urk!! Do men never change their socks? :shifty: Maybe they wait until their socks get dissolved and simply fall off their feet:confused:

There are many, many Swedish names for the vagina. One of the most common is "fitta", which I hate, probably because it's commonly used as an insult too. The Swedish name I love most is, I think, "kussimurra". It sounds so cute!!! One of the English names I love to use is "mimsy"! I guess, that some of you already know that *giggle*!

That's so amazing that you live near Golden Valley! It's like we've been neighbours! I remember a wonderful boat trip on Lake Minnetonka! I guess you know that Minnetonka is the native indians' name on the lake and means Big Water. So Ilived in Golden Valley and Went by boat on Big Water... Funny with those references to our fetish:laugh:! It makes you wonder what has been going on there :wink:... Oh, and then we have Minnehaha, Laughing Water!

@Kevin and steve25805: Well, you'd think that Golden Valley would be a paradise for us pee adicts:O_o:... But the truth is that, as I was there as a kind of an ambassador for Swedish students, I didnt dare to pee myself, when I was there. Except for once, when I peed in my bathing suit hidden behind a bush :biggrin:...

You're such a nice person, Kevin :)! And it would be nice to meet you in person! But, you know, Texas, USA, is a long way from Sigtuna, Sweden... But it feels very good to have you as an online friend!! Btw. I've been in USA once some years ago, but it was pretty far from Texas. It was a kind of student exchange programme. I spent a summer at a family in a suburb to Minneapolis, Minnesota, called Golden Valley. I liked it very, very much!!!

Thankyou so much, Kevin :)!

I find your post utterly offensive. You make me feeling sick.

Just kidding, actually I've been member since sep. 2014 and this thread was started at sep. 17 2014... No, well... I wasn't kidding... I had had a couple of girlfriends visiting and we got a bit tipsy. Me more than the other g.irls :redface::redface:. So it wasn't a joke, it was me being rather drunk, when i wrote it.

Thankyou for your greetings, although I've been member since september 1915... You could say, that as rookie I'm pretty old :biggrin: But your mistake is understandable; this thread was started already at sep 17, 1914... Sexismygod bumped it up today... I hope you'll like it here as much as I have! It's a very, very friendly site!!!!

@Sexismygod: Who is "Villa"? :biggrin:

Girls from Annecy are the sexiest:whistling:!

Yep, matey!

Hi Bob :) Of course I don't mind you saying that! On the contrary, I really appreciate your nice words:)! Btw, very welcome to WGP! No, I haven't a gallery for my pics here. But I have a couple of times posted some. And to welcome you to WGP; here are some more :): I hope you like them!

Hi everybody,:wink: This is a story I wrote a couple of years ago. What happened in the story took place in the summer, when I was eighteen years old. At that time I was - I have to confess - very naughty, and didn't give much thoughts about the consequencies of my actings :redface:. Ahumm, maybe I'm not much better nowadays...:whistling: ****************************** The story begins: Sometimes I like to dress and act as a little girl, much younger than my actual age (which since a couple of days is nineteen years). I can very easily make myself look about thirteen years old as I’m p

I wrote this years ago, as it happened. It was a Sunday, and I had no school. I had a rather late breakfast. Both my mother and I liked to sleep long in Sunday mornings. I woke up with only one thought in my mind. This Sunday I would dedicate to wetting adventures! At first I was thinking of skipping my morning pee, just to save it for later... But that didn't work. Already on my way to the bathroom to wash, pee began to dribble in my sleeping panties! I had to run to the bathroom, pressing my hands in between my thighs, and hadn't even time to pull down my panties before I sat down on the

I've just come home from a trip to the seaside , and I'm still overwhelmed with embarrassment! I'll make the story as short as I can. I'd been lying on a big towel on the sand sunbathing, when I felt, that I was so hot, that I needed to throw myself in to the sea to cool off. When I started to walk, I felt an urgent need to pee. I looked around but couldn't see anyone in the neighborhood, why I thought: What the heck, my swimsuit is going to get wet anyway, why not take the opportunity to wet myself on the promenade down to the water! After only a few steps I began to pee. At first it was on

People can't look into my garden from the outside. It's surrounded with hedges and bushes!

It happened only minutes ago! I went out in my garden for my usual Good Night Pee. I hadn't peed since I had supper four hours ago. I had a large can of beer to my meal (which was Pasta alla Carbonara, my speciality). I spent a nice evening, mostly reading. I opened a bottle of red wine, which I totally emptied, why I opened another, of which I consumed about half. It was a very pleasant evening, and I really enjoyed being all alone with a good book and red wine. When I stood up to prepare for bed going, I realized that I was pretty tipsy. But it felt good! I went out in the garden, and sta

Hi everybody, it's raining outside my little cottage and I'm sitting in my favourite armchair waiting for the rain to stop. Looking out of the window through the curtains of raindrops running down the pane, I suddenly realize, that I'm looking at my favourite spot in the world to wet my panties: The lawn in my garden! Every morning the first thing I do is to go out in the garden, and standing with my legs parted pee through my sleeping panties. I can't imagine a better way to start yet another day! And every night the last thing I do before going to bed is to go out in the garden, pull up my

Hello all my WGP friends! I am so very happy to be back after a long time, during which I haven't posted anything! My absence is due to repeated periods of sometimes pretty severe depression. But now I'm well, and I hope I'll be ready to post more. Anyway I'm happy to present a new chapter in the Manon tale. I've come to love Manon very much, although she is a fictive character! I guess it is a lot of me in her! I don't own a Magic Whistle like hers, but I have my own "magic" ways to reach similar effects! This chapter is about something, that happens in Manon's schoolclass, about a classmat

When Tua Got A Stalker Noushka was from Kummavuopio, which is a small village almost as far north as you can get in Sweden, about 255 kilometres North of the Polar Circle. She was small and pretty. Her eyes were as dark brown as they could be without being totally black. Her hair was dark brown too. It was very thick and very long, it reached down to her waist. The only way to keep it in order was to wear it in a long, thick plait down her back. A couple of months ago, she and her mother and her five years elder sister moved to Stockholm. The big city was at first a frightening experience