Lucy - Learning to Lose Control

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

So folks, a good while ago I decided to try writing a bit of fiction - no idea why really, other than to collect together a bunch of fantasies.  The result is a horrendous, rambling tale about a girl called Lucy - here's the first part.

It's sort of very slightly autobiographical, in the sense of taking a snippet of anecdote or event and developing a story around it - but unfortunately there's not too much real experience buried here. I'm not that lucky...

Depending on your thoughts I may post some more soon.

 

Chapter One (The Prequel)

As Steve carefully indicated, slowed and pulled his motorbike in to the side of the road, he thought what a strange evening this was developing into. In front of him, Lucy had also brought her motorbike to rest and was stepping off and removing her helmet.  As she did so Steve couldn’t help but admire her ample curvy form, highlighted by smooth fitting leather bike jeans.

As a motorbike instructor Steve made a point of not eyeing up his students too much. Tonight was a slightly different case though. For one, Lucy wasn’t a normal learner rider. He’d seen her at the training centre a few times and she knew she was the younger sister of the Chief Instructor. Younger, but at 23 she was still five years older than he was. Steve hadn’t really spoken to her until tonight - he hadn’t had much experience with Girls, he’d always been too shy at school. Now at sixth form college that hadn’t changed too much.

It had come as quite a surprise when Lucy had phoned him, out of the blue. She’d explained that she was undertaking her instructor training and wondered if he’d be able to take her out for a practise ride and assessment. That was an opportunity he certainly wasn’t going to refuse - he’d been quietly taken with her warm and outgoing personality and certainly wasn’t going to complain at spending time with her.

They’d met at a local cafe where Lucy had a large coffee whilst they talked. Then they’d taken to the roads, Lucy leading the way on one of the training centre’s learner bikes and Steve following behind on his larger motorbike. As they didn’t have bike-to-bike radios, every so often they’d stop and discuss any points or areas for improvement. Steve found himself wondering why she’d asked him to come out with her. He hadn’t really been able to find any fault with her riding, it was certainly at a standard which wouldn’t cause her any problems for her instructor training.

By now too the evening had turned into night, it would have been almost pitch black apart from the street lighting. There wasn’t too much more value in carrying on trying to assess her riding in darkness and it was getting pretty chilly too. They were in a spot Steve knew very well, a parking space opposite his old school. As they discussed the last section of the ride and calling it a night, Steve became very conscious of just how close Lucy was standing to him, almost squeezed up against him. She stamped her feet a little and then gave a shiver that seemed to shake her from the top of her head to her boots.  “Sorry, it’s gone really cold” she said and actually squeezed up against him.

Steve couldn’t quite believe this was happening - it certainly wasn’t something he was used to, especially not when it was a 23 year old attractive young lady cuddling up to him. He certainly found her attractive. She had blonde hair and whilst some, if being bitchy may have described her as plain looking or chubby, she had an incredible smile. Without bulky bike clothing on she was perhaps just on the cuddly side, but again definitely in an attractive way.  As Steve tried to comprehend everything that was happening he found himself looking deeply into Lucy’s eyes which seemed to be hypnotically drawing him in. He had no idea how long he’d stared into her eyes in silence, It may only have been a few seconds, but Steve jarred suddenly back to reality as he felt their lips touch.

“Shit, oh, God, oh I’m so sorry..” he started to stammer, jumping backwards. A million thoughts hurtled through his mind all in a jumble - how had he just kissed this girl he hardly knew, would she be offended, how unprofessional! Would he lose his position working for her brother? As he looked down in shame he couldn’t help but notice though how attractive she looked, standing facing him. He looked at her legs crossed tightly at the knees and followed her legs upwards, thighs tightly pressed together, eventually looking back to her face, wondering what reaction he’d get.

Whatever reaction he was expecting couldn’t be further from his expectations. She stepped forwards, put her hands around him and this time it was her that gave him a long and lingering passionate kiss. As they kissed time again seemed to pass in slow motion until without warning she suddenly pulled away, winked at him and said “I’ve really got to go, I’ll see you tomorrow”. The moment was over as quickly as it had begun.

Steve watched open mouthed rooted to the spot where he stood as she walked to the side of her borrowed bike, fastening her helmet. Again he noticed her tightly crossed legs and the way she swayed her hips from side to side whilst she fiddled with the clasp. Then she jumped onto the bike, started it up and was gone into the darkness, leaving Steve to try and make some sense of what had just happened to him.

 

Chapter Two

Lucy blinked away the tears from her eyes as she rode home. Partly they were caused by the cold night air, but mostly the frustration that she’d blown her plans. She had spent weeks working up this plan and then had ruined it at the last minute.  For Lucy, control was key. She needed to be in control and she’d hatched her plan to seduce the shy young instructor. She’d planned out all the details, except one. Maybe if she  hadn’t forgotten to use the loo before she set off, maybe if she hadn’t had two coffees earlier, maybe if the night air hadn’t been so cold? Either way she couldn’t believe how close she’d come to wetting herself at the most important moment - she’d been flirting all evening, willing him to make a move and finally just when it happened, when her fluttering wide puppy eyes had finally worked their magic, right at that moment her bladder had chosen to come so close to nearly leaking. It was all she’d been able to do to pull in and squeeze her thighs together as tightly as she could and hold it in.

It wasn’t like she could have excused herself and popped behind a bush or a parked car - ‘Excuse me while I just pull my pants down and have a wee right here’  She wasn’t exactly a shy girl and it wouldn’t have been the first time she’d left a puddle behind, but definitely not on a first date. No, that wouldn't have helped the seduction.

The other reason for the tears was the pain she felt right at that moment. Although her ride home was only about 15 minutes and the roads were clear, her need seemed to have grown sharply with every minute. The sharp twinge she’d felt as she stood in the cold air that so nearly turned into a dribble had initially been replaced by the dull ache in her bladder as she’d concentrated on riding away. Now though that dull ache had been replaced by the throbbing pain as she felt like her bladder was about to explode, getting worse with every bump in the road.

“Damn this bike” she thought. “At least if I was in my car I’d be able to do something about this.” She’d lost count of how many times she’d driven home with legs pressed together or even one hand between her legs squeezing on her pussy in a desperate state. Why did it always get worse just near home too.

She knew she wasn’t the only one, she thought about the times when she’d been the designated driver giving her tipsy friends lifts home from nights out. Her and two or three of her friends all giggling away in the car about who needed to go worse. Usually it wasn’t Lucy, her thing about being in control meant she usually offered to drive. That meant they were mostly the ones getting drunk and into the inevitable desperate states or worse.…

As it was on the motorbike there was nothing she could do to relieve the pressure. She could only squeeze her knees on the tank and that didn’t help. She didn’t trust herself to ride one handed and hence couldn’t press a hand against her aching pee hole. And above all that the cold air and the constant bumps off the tarmac only made it worse.

Finally, Lucy arrived home and turned into the cobbled alleyway behind the terraced house she shared with her brother. The cobbles added the final touch of insult, bouncing her over full bladder now dangerously close to leaking. She’d been in desperate states before, but she couldn’t remember a time that had been this bad. She was absolutely determined though that she couldn’t wet herself in her expensive leather bike jeans. She at least had to get them off, they were new and she certainly wasn’t going to ruin them.

Somehow Lucy managed to open the gate and park the bike in the small paved back yard alongside the space her brother’s bike would have been, had he been home. By this point she’d got past the point of pain and was at the stage where she was having to clench her pee muscles closed as hard as she could and felt the first pangs of dizziness. “Breathe” she told herself as she squirmed on the doorstep for a few seconds. She managed to unlock the back door, dancing on the spot and squirm her way into the kitchen where she quickly removed her helmet, freeing her hair with another shiver and quickly unzipped her big waterproof motorbike jacket.

Finally now she was only a few steps from that toilet she was so desperately in need of - there was just the matter of the steep flight of stairs. At least now she could undo the press studs on the waistband of her leathers. That removed a small element of the pressure on her badly swollen bladder. She also lowered her zip partly in preparation for finally being able to release her pee, but also so she could shove a hand inside her jeans to help squeeze her pussy closed.

Now that she was inside the warmth of the kitchen she could feel her body burning, partly the shock of coming into the warmth with her warm bike gear on and partly due to the exertion of all the squirming and squeezing she’d been doing. She hadn't realised just how cold her hands were going to feel though as she pressed them onto her cotton panties, in turn pressing onto her lady parts. Obviously her lady parts hadn’t realised how cold her hands were going to be either as she felt a spurt of hot pee soak into her black knickers and onto her hand. Lucy swore out loud, and clenched harder for a moment before started her way up the stairs. At least she had her other hand free to pull down her leather jeans slightly and to hold the bannister as she slowly made her way upwards.

Finally Lucy reached the top of the stairs and to the bathroom she’d been waiting so long for. By this point she could almost feel her pee pressure against her fingers which were still pressing her now damp panties hard against her pussy. Her panties still felt warm and somehow not at all as unpleasant as she imagined. Finally with her free hand she was able to lift the toilet seat, squirm enough to wrench her leathers down to her knees. Then in almost one movement she used both hands to yank down the black panties and then before her bum had even reached the toilet seat started to shoot a powerful explosion of hot liquid against the toilet bowl.

At that precise moment all sorts of thoughts were flying through Lucy’s mind. Mainly relief, that she hadn’t fully wet herself and her precious leathers, but also she became more conscious of how it actually felt to transition from unbearable desperation to be peeing. Maybe because it was shooting out of her pee hole with such pressure, maybe because she’d been so desperate, it actually felt really, really nice to be peeing. And peeing she was, with no sign of subsiding. But at least she was back in control. She was relieving herself on her toilet and as she did, her mind started to focus on what it actually felt like. No longer was it just a bodily function, it was now something she was making happen, she concentrated hard on how it felt. She also became conscious then of how her pee sounded. At its peak she couldn't believe how loudly it was hissing out of her, almost whistling. Maybe that’s where the phrase ‘wet your whistle’ came from she thought. As it did so she could feel the turbulent flow massaging her labia.

Finally her pee flow slowed and its sound changed, she was tinkling now into the water below, the thought amused her. As her flow slowed and she squeezed out the last trickles she became aware too of rivulets of pee trickling backwards, hot trickles across her still cold bum cheeks.

Eventually as her pee stopped Lucy took a huge breath and exhaled deeply. She’d almost been hyperventilating from the moment she stepped into the house - now she breathed deeply and it almost felt like she’d had been on the edge of a mini orgasm, it felt so good to be free of that pain in her bladder and to expel all that hot golden pee.

Lucy stood up from the toilet without wiping. Instead she pulled her black panties back up, rubbing them around her dark blonde pubic hair to soak up the last traces of her pee and adding slightly to the already damp patch.

As she took off her motorbike boots, leathers and the rest of her clothes in her bedroom she thought about the evening. Still frustrated about the whole pulling away thing from the kiss with Steve, she resolved to put that to one side. The rest of the evening could have been worse - she’d made it home without disgrace and hadn’t really wet herself, well only a tiny bit anyway and it had almost been worth it for that amazing feeling of relief at the end of it.

With that in mind she put on a fresh pair of white cotton briefs and short nightie and snuggled under her duvet for some very pleasant dreams.

 

To be continued...

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Chapter Three

The next morning Steve woke early. He hadn’t really slept deeply at all, his mind playing back all the events of the previous evening.

He played over Lucy’s request for him to help her with her riding skills - was that really the case or just an excuse. It seemed like she didn’t actually need that assessment, did she just want an excuse to see him? Then that final moment in the parking spaces opposite the school, it had seemed like she wanted to be kissed, but it didn’t really make sense to him. She was very attractive, to him at least. Probably not one of the most popular girls when she’d been at school, she had a pretty good body with the emphasis on curvy rather than skinny. With those curves came the great profile of her bum he’d admired the night before and an even better pair of breasts.

The best bit of course though had been that kisas - it had felt every bit more amazing than he ever imagined kissing a girl would do. Then there was the way she’d crossed her legs like that, swaying her hips so sexily and then that moment of suddenly breaking off - what had she meant “I’ve really got to go…”.

By the end of lunchtime no doubts remained - he’d tried hard to concentrate on his morning’s college studies, up to the point of morning break where he’d been stunned to see Lucy waiting for him in his college car park. Lucy explained that she just had to see him, she’d noticed him at her brother’s motorbike training centre and had found herself falling for him. Something about the fact that he didn’t try to flirt with her and seemed so innocent had grabbed her attention and made her want him all the more.

They’d spent almost an hour sat in her old battered Toyota car discussing the situation, planning  times when they could see each other, and kissing. Lots of kissing.

An hour later, Sitting in her car outside a supermarket, Lucy was happy again. She had decided there were two things to resolve before the day was out and she was happy to be back in control. The first issue had already been resolved. Her fears hadn’t been realised when she’d suddenly left Steve standing in the cold the night before. If anything her plan to seduce him seemed to be working perfectly.

He’d also seemed quite intrigued as to what she’d meant by ‘got to go…’  If only he knew how much she’d had to go. Lucy wasn’t going to tell him though. He’d hardly be too taken with a girl who couldn’t control her bladder would he. Had she told him it could easily have backfired - “I mean, who’s going to find that attractive?” she thought.

Lucy pressed her legs tightly together. Putting the now empty large water bottle down on the passenger seat her left hand was able to adopt a comforting position, squeezed between her thighs so that her thumb pressed into the region of her urethra, her hand drumming on the knee.

That was the second thing to be resolved that afternoon - another of Lucy’s carefully controlled plans. She knew her brother wouldn’t be back from work until at least 5:30pm, so she’d have the house to herself. She was in her car too this time, not stuck on the stupid cold motorbike. The signs were all there as to what her plan involved - the large coffee just before she’d gone to the college, the can of coke whilst she was there with Steve and now the empty bottle of water on her car seat. That and the fact that she was sitting in her car seat with her thighs pressed together and her left had pressed between her legs.

This time though her desperation wasn’t as bad as the previous night. This time she was in control of it. If anything she was actually willing it to be worse. It was daylight so of course she was going to make sure she got home without drawing attention to herself and she was very confident of doing so. In fact the reason she was sat in the supermarket car park where she’d just eaten lunch was to just to delay herself and let her bladder fill a little more. That and to think.

The thing was, something about her almost too-late desperate emergency pee last night had gripped her mind. She couldn’t decide whether it was the force of the pee bursting out, the warmth of the wet patch on her panties or perhaps just the thrill of teetering on the edge of a huge accident so narrowly averted. Whatever it was she was keen to explore and understand that feeling - perhaps in a safer environment, but to explore nonetheless.

It certainly wasn’t like she hadn’t been desperate before, in fact far from it. When she’d been 17 or 18 and started college she’d had a Saturday job at a local shop. It wasn’t a great introduction to working life. It didn’t pay well, they treated her like a general dogs-body and the other problem was the toilet. The door didn’t lock properly and it  was always disgustingly filthy. She’d very soon realised that if she was very careful not to drink much during the course of the day she could just about hold on and rush straight home afterwards to relieve her full bladder. This had been going just to plan for a number of weeks until one Saturday when she got home and discovered the house locked. Her parents were obviously out, she had no idea how long they’d be and she’d evidently forgotten her keys. Ten minutes seemed like an hour, fifteen minutes like two, standing with her legs crossed or pacing on the driveway. She’d knocked on her best friend Jenny’s house next door, impatiently pacing until she realised no-one was going to answer.

Eventually she’d had to weigh up the options. Wetting her satin panties and having pee trickle down her legs into her shoes definitely wasn’t an option. Squatting down by the back door and pulling her work uniform - a drab brown check patterned knee length dress - up around her waist wasn’t ideal either. If the neighbours looked over the fence or her brother or parents came home she could never live it down. Her Dad’s shed with its watering cans and paint tins could be an option - if it wasn’t locked.

Running out of options, Lucy walked around to the rear garden and delicately across the patio to the three steps that led down to the lawn. As she sat on the bottom step and least her desperate bladder felt better than when she was standing up. Only for a few minutes though. “Right, here goes… safest option” she said to herself and carefully lifted first one bum cheek and then the other, making sure she wasn’t sitting on the dress and carefully sliding her knickers down. She made sure they were still hidden under her skirt. Even if somebody did see her sitting there, they'd never know the naughtiness that was taking place. Then sitting on the cold stone step with her knees together and feet apart she tried to relax. At first nothing happened, then she felt a trickle of her wee on her left bum cheek. After almost two minutes of the same very slow trickle her bladder had just about emptied - it didn’t matter how slowly, at least she wasn’t in danger of disgracing herself any more.

On the college bus the following Monday she sat next to Jenny. “Did you by any chance knock on my door on Saturday?” she asked. “Yes, that was me” Lucy replied, “I came home from work and realised I was locked out. To make it worse I was absolutely bursting.”  Lucy kept very few secrets from her best friend Jenny.

Jenny explained that she’d heard the doorbell but had been in the shower, then when she’d finished she happened to look out of the bathroom window and had just been able to see Lucy’s blond hair and shoulders over the fence as she was sitting on the steps. “So did you manage to get in the house in time?” Jenny had said, causing Lucy’s face to burn crimson. “Oops…” said Jenny and smiled sympathetically realising there was more to this story. “No, no I did make it” explained Lucy and smiled, “I just had to improvise a little…”

Over the next couple of months Lucy found herself coming home to an empty house a few more times after enduring her six to seven hours of holding at work. Even when she had her keys, sometimes she’d go and sit on the bottom step again, pull her underwear down and let nature take its course. Each time it seemed a little easier and more natural. After all, peeing was invented before toilets were.

Once when it was raining, instead of sitting on the wet steps, she crouched down near the back door. She made sure she was facing away from the driveway and checked that the back of her dress wasn’t hooked up on her heel.  She carefully moved her panties to one side so that her pee had a clear escape route just like her Mum had shown her how to as a youngster in a one piece swimming costume on their family beach holidays. She put her bag on her lap and as she rummaged around pretending to look for her keys she let out a long golden stream from beneath her uniform, all the time listening to the gentle hiss and splatter as it merged with the rain water and flowed diluted towards the drain.

Another day she was just about to sit on her normal step when she spotted the shed door open and went to check nobody was in there. The keys were in the door, but nobody about so she slipped in, locked the door behind her and looked around at her options. She knew she didn’t have too much time to decide today, it was a hot summers day and she’d sipped more water than usual at work. Inside the shed was cold though and made her feel particularly desperate. Standing on the spot waiting was making her need ten times worse. At least in the privacy of the shed she could put a hand between her legs and help ease the pressure. That helped. In her mind Lucy imagined herself accidentally locked in the shed and unable to get to the bathroom. “Where can I go?” Lucy murmured. A watering can? empty paint tin? Bucket?  Weeing into a makeshift toilet was one thing, but she couldn’t just do it onto the floor. Not indoors. As she looked towards the higher shelves Lucy suddenly saw what she was looking for. Next to her Dad’s car bits and pieces was a clear plastic measuring jug.

Lucy completely removed her panties, scrunching them in her hand. Carefully she put the jug on the concrete floor and knelt down with her knees apart, easing herself down so that her bum and thighs were touching the rim of the jug. Leaning forwards she relaxed and felt her long held desperate urine flow, starting to fill the jug. “You naughty Girl, why aren’t you having a wee in the bathroom” she thought to herself and smiled. Her concentration flicked back to the rapidly filling jug though - what would she do if it overflowed? Her Dad would be sure to wonder why there was a puddle in his shed, how much trouble would she be in if he thought she had used his shed as her personal toilet? She didn’t have to worry though, as her stream slowed and stopped with the jug nearly completely full.

No wonder she’d been bursting she thought as she looked at the 850ml she’d just squeezed out of herself. It was a deep golden colour and smelled quite strongly, no doubt because she’d been holding onto it since breakfast time. She used the panties in her hand to wipe the last drips off her bum cheeks and her pussy lips, wiping away the last traces of moisture from her thick curls. Then she’d let herself into the house and hidden her slightly damp knickers at the bottom of the laundry basket.

All of the times she’d had a wee somewhere other than a toilet, it had sometimes felt a little bit naughty. Like she was a little girl breaking the rules. But she’d always felt justified doing it though - she’d been desperate and needed to pee. Simple. What else was a girl to do?  There were two types of girls she reasoned. Those that wee’d and those that wet.  She was quite proud of thinking up that little mantra. Grown up girls didn’t have accidents and wet their panties did they, especially those who liked to be in control. If she couldn’t get to a bathroom then she had to have a wee somewhere. There was nothing more to it and Lucy never really thought of anything remotely arousing about it. There was nothing unpleasant or dirty about having a wee, it was a natural thing. It was just the simple matter of going to the toilet. Nothing more and nothing less.

Today though her opinion was changing. The more she thought about it, the previous night it had felt different. It was like some new self-awareness had been awakened and she couldn’t stop thinking about it all, trying to work out where this new feeling came from.

Maybe it was the physical feeling her pee hole being stretch by the sheer pressure of urine escaping. She couldn’t remember ever releasing such a torrent of her piss. Maybe it was the feeling of letting some of her hot wee soak into her cotton panties and then the feeling of it against her fingers and her private parts whilst she’d squirmed about. Maybe it was more psychological, the thrill that came with the risk of ever so nearly having a desperate accident. Maybe her mind was forming an new association between the incredible blast of her seduction and first passionate kiss with Steve and all the familiar feelings of desperation followed by the blissful feelings of finally releasing her pee.

Whatever it was, it felt amazing, like a drug it had her gripped and she wanted to learn more.

[Alfresco 11,630]

@gldenwetgoose, Lucy sounds like a great character with lots of potential.  I hope to read more chapters soon.   She is just the type of girl I would like to meet.

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On 1/22/2019 at 3:56 PM, Alfresco said:

@gldenwetgoose, Lucy sounds like a great character with lots of potential.  I hope to read more chapters soon.   She is just the type of girl I would like to meet.

Thanks @Alfresco - You'll know more than anyone how much of a boost a single line of feedback can give.

She certainly is a character, and there are a good few chapters to come.  I do fear they may be too long when posted but that's for the reader to decide.

Lucy is based on two real people I've known, rolled into one. The second person in real life definitely isn't into pee unfortunately, but gives Lucy her strength of opinions. The other person gives her a sense of adventure and trying anything once. All of Lucy's exploits to come are based either on snippets and anecdotes I've heard, mostly developments of one line comments and some are pure 'would love to see this happening' imagined scenarios.

I'm not sure why I started words flowing onto paper, but once started it didn't really stop and these chapters are the result.  I think you'll like some of what's to come.

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3 hours ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Thanks @Alfresco - You'll know more than anyone how much of a boost a single line of feedback can give.

She certainly is a character, and there are a good few chapters to come.  I do fear they may be too long when posted but that's for the reader to decide.

Lucy is based on two real people I've known, rolled into one. The second person in real life definitely isn't into pee unfortunately, but gives Lucy her strength of opinions. The other person gives her a sense of adventure and trying anything once. All of Lucy's exploits to come are based either on snippets and anecdotes I've heard, mostly developments of one line comments and some are pure 'would love to see this happening' imagined scenarios.

I'm not sure why I started words flowing onto paper, but once started it didn't really stop and these chapters are the result.  I think you'll like some of what's to come.

Yes, a line of appreciation goes a long way to making writers want to contribute (note to those out there that enjoy reading stories, always worth commenting if you like them).

No such thing as too long.   Longer usually means more background and more detail and that to me is good.  If some readers prefer short stories, then they may choose to skip the longer stories, but in my opinion, that is their loss. 

Characters based on people in real life always have more depth and meaning, so that is cool.   I do look forward to the rest of the story.

 

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Wonder read. Thank you @Kupar for the link 

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

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Chapter One was lovely. I am a person who loves being physically close to other people….well as much as they will let me.  I think it is the best thing about being a human, that feeling of connecting with others within their personal space, and experiencing their unique energy.  I love how he was lost in her eyes, somehow drawn into another reality for a moment, until he realised and apologised. 

This is a beautiful piece of writing:

“She stepped forwards, put her hands around him and this time it was her that gave him a long and lingering passionate kiss. As they kissed time again seemed to pass in slow motion until without warning she suddenly pulled away, winked at him and said “I’ve really got to go, I’ll see you tomorrow”. The moment was over as quickly as it had begun.”

I think it is so important to include this type of romance in the story at the start.  And because it is a kind of forbidden romance….an instructor and a student, it is so much more enticing too. Kisses are the best… that feeling of someone letting their guard down, giving themselves to you in that moment, forgetting about the world and restrictions, like a mini paradise or the start of an adventure of many possibilities. The unexpectedness of it adds to the passion. This is why everyone remembers their first kiss. And everyone kisses differently. Wouldn’t it be nice if all the world could be a little more European and include kissing as a viable way to greet someone. 💋💖

Chapter Two. What a descriptive story. I could really see and hear everything she went through. Amazing to see a bloke writing about it from a female perspective though. Kupar’s right….your writing is masterful, beautiful and descriptive. 

I like:
“Eventually as her pee stopped Lucy took a huge breath and exhaled deeply. She’d almost been hyperventilating from the moment she stepped into the house - now she breathed deeply and it almost felt like she’d had been on the edge of a mini orgasm, it felt so good to be free of that pain in her bladder and to expel all that hot golden pee.”

This is so spot-on. I know if I get to desperation level 8 or 9 I do the shallow breathing, and my thoughts just stop….all that is on my mind is relief and how to get it. I can’t function, can’t talk, can’t work, and most certainly can’t drive. It just becomes “survival mode”. And the wonderful reward that your body give you once you have released the pee is just so divine. Yes, I would compare it to mini orgasm. Why doesn’t everyone feel this, I wonder? Maybe they just don’t talk about it? 
 

Chapter three:

“They’d spent almost an hour sat in her old battered Toyota car discussing the situation, planning  times when they could see each other, and kissing. Lots of kissing”

Nice. 💖

I also like:

“Maybe her mind was forming an new association between the incredible blast of her seduction and first passionate kiss with Steve and all the familiar feelings of desperation followed by the blissful feelings of finally releasing her pee.

Whatever it was, it felt amazing, like a drug it had her gripped and she wanted to learn more.”

Deep feelings are the best fuel for experiencing life at its most intense and memorable. And those ups and downs of dire desperation followed by blissful release. “Blissful” is such a perfect word. ✨ It is interesting to compare the feeling of falling in love with someone….that desperate need to be close to them, and the blissful feeling when they respond positively, to feeling desperate for a pee, and the reward of release and how heavenly it feels. Especially if the relationship is forbidden, especially if you are peeing somewhere you shouldn’t. It’s all delicious. 

 I can tell you write from the heart and I look forward to reading more. 💚💚💚

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I don't want to turn this into one of those circular 'thank you, no thank YOU' conversations.   What I will say instead is thank you from the bottom of my heart for all who've given their appreciation and feedback on any of my fiction.  It means far more than you can imagine to know it's appreciated.

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2 hours ago, gldenwetgoose said:

There are times here when the little Trophy, Heart or Hug icons are so inadequate  - like this.

I don't want to turn this into one of those circular 'thank you, no thank YOU' conversations.   What I will say instead is thank you from the bottom of my heart for all who've given their appreciation and feedback on any of my fiction.  It means far more than you can imagine to know it's appreciated.

You are so welcome, and I am only at the start of my Goose stories journey, so, get ready for more 💚 for your words.

 

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