Her Place

[wetwulf 3,324]

My first submission for the new board. Hope you like it. :O_o:

When Dara woke up, her first instinct was to crawl out of bed and make the journey to the bathroom across the hall. Her bladder was announcing its morning need and the pressure was enough that her stomach ached. She blinked and as her eyes adjusted to the early morning, she remembered where she was.

This was the first morning in her new apartment. She had finally moved out of her parents' home and bought her own place. It wasn't much, a one bedroom loft located in town, but it was hers. Well, it would be once all the payments were complete and the bank said it was hers.

Dara sat up in her bed and looked at her bedroom door with a lazy morning stare. I don't want to get up, she thought. But her bladder was again nagging at her as the pressure grew. As she sat there, she thought about all the times she had woken up at home with similar needs to pee and of course rushed down the hall to her bathroom to avoid an accident that might ruin her bed or the carpet. Her mom wouldn't have been too pleased to find pee stains in her room.

A few times, though, Dara wondered what it would feel like to just let her pee go in her bed, or what it would have been like to spray her pee all over her bedroom floor. She didn't dare, but she wondered.

But this place was hers. The bed was hers. If she soiled the carpet, she would be responsible for the cleanup.

Another twinge in her bladder and Dara felt a small spurt travel to her urethra. She squeezed her legs together, still sitting up in her bed, looking curiously around the room. Dara was no stranger to pee desperation, though. One of her friends had once dared her to hold it as long as she could while they shopped around at the mall. After a few hours, she had to rush to the nearest mall bathroom, which wasn't close, and ended up just lifting her skirt, sitting on the toilet, and peeing through her panties. Her friend laughed the entire time.

This experience set off an occasional habit for Dara. Even though she didn't dare ruin her bed or carpet, Dara had on occasion held her pee as long as she could and then rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet still wearing her panties, enjoying the relaxing warmth in her crotch.

Another strong wave of pressure and Dara knew her answer. Still sitting up in her bed, Dara pulled the covers away so she could watch. She raised up a bit and pulled her nightgown away until her bare bottom was touching the soft sheets. In spite of the pressure, Dara wanted to challenge her bladder to its limits. She reached a hand between her legs and held on.

She remembered another time when she had actually had a real accident. It was the day after her eighteenth birthday and a group of her friends had taken her to a surprise party. Of course there was alcohol, but it was agreed that everyone who was drinking was crashing there overnight. Dara had gotten pretty tipsy and at one point she was dancing and her need to pee just hit her all over a sudden. All she could do was say, "Oh, oh no, I'm peeing." She laughed and luckily all of her friends laughed. The girl hosting the party gave Dara a pair of her own panties to change into and the night went on.

Now Dara was feeling waves of pressure that threatened to break the measly dam she had built with her fingers. Each wave brought with it tiny trickles that she could feel against her palm. As she held herself, Dara could not ignore how amazing it felt to be touching herself. Still a virgin, Dara had frequently pleasured herself and always quietly and secretly in fear that her parents would hear. As she held her hand between her legs now, though, she knew she didn't have to be secretive or quiet.

This was her place, after all.

Dara started gently rubbing her vagina with her fingertips as she still continued to hold back her pee. Another wave came and she shuddered at the combined feeling of being desperate and being turned on. She finally couldn't stand the pressure anymore and gasped as a strong surge of pee soaked her fingers. She stroked her vagina harder as her warm pee sprayed out, splashing against her thighs and creating a puddle between her legs. Dara could not hold back her cries and moans and didn't want to as her excitement built to an orgasm. She arched her back, still peeing full force, feeling the delicious warmth of it soaking under her bottom as it trickled loudly and pooled at her crotch. She didn't stifle her scream as she climaxed and slumped back into her bed. When she stopped rubbing she was still peeing. She took her hand away just let let rest trickle out of her, sighing at the relaxing and surprising comfort of the warm puddle under her.

When she finally finished, Dara took another lazy look at her bedroom door. She didn't have anywhere to go. No alarm was set for her. She could lay in bed all day if she wanted.

This was her place, after all.

[steve25805 126,021]

Don't quite know how I missed this before now, but great story. I'd love a sequel where she just decides to piss all over the carpet...:wink:

[wetwulf 3,324]

Good idea, steve. Maybe this could be the start of my first series on this board. Thanks for the feedback.

[LetsGetQuizzical 217]

Wow, I love this. I'd definitely be interested in any additions you have, if this becomes a series. I like the way you write too, not too over the top. Hoping to read more from you in the future!

[wsvoyeur 74]

Thanks, WetWulf, for letting me know about this series. What an amazing start! You described Dara and her decision beautifully, and the picture you painted of her pissing and masturbating on her bed was incredibly hot! I can't wait to read more.