RIPPLES STORY INDEX REBORN

Monday, July 7, 2014

17 People Tell The Story Of How They Pooped Their Pants

1. Stitches.

People seem to like stories about me humiliating myself, so here is this one again:

Once ate some funky mexican and had the ability to fart on command for like two days. My sister was in the kitchen and I thought it would be funny to run in and do one of those “Jump and click heels” maneuvers, but spice up the gumbo by letting a fart go at the moment of clicking.

Well, the up-jump went well, the heel clicking succeeded, and then I just straight up shit my pants. The shock of crapping myself sort of threw off my mojo and I fell without catching myself properly.
This resulted in me hitting my head on the counter and three stitches. Awkward scar to explain to people.

tl;dr I shit myself so hard I had to get stitches.

2. Thong.

Was shopping with my sister. She had a skirt and a thong on. She though she could sneak one out….. ended up dripping poop throughout the department store.

I reiterate, never trust a fart.

3. Driving.

My dad was driving when he felt a fart coming on. He wanted it to ring through the car to have a good laugh about the the loudness, because he was sure it was gonna be a loud one I guess. So he turned down the radio, put himself in a good position, gave a little push, and shat his whole pants. Emarrased, hee turned the car around and went home to change pants and underwear.

Now here’s the strange part: He was the only one in the car.

5. Friend.

My best friend once sharted in my pajama bottoms which I had given to her during a sleep over. I can’t remember what it was that I said but she laughed her ass off, suddenly got all quiet and went: “Im so sorry but I just shat in your pants”.

EDIT: We were 19 when this happened.

6. Fine.

I will make this quicker that I do when I tell it out loud.

Came to work. Felt fine. 11am I start to feel a little queasy. 12 I realize I need to go home. On ride home I fart. Not a fart. Get home and strip my khakis/boxers off and toss in dumpster. Spend all day laying outside bathroom and getting up every 30 minutes or so. Around 10pm I muster up the strength to go get soup and waters. Realize my wallet is in my khakis. Dumpster dive at 10pm sick as a dog and sift through my shit khakis.

Bad day.

7. Parking.

I was walking in a parking lot with a friend who was trailing a little bit behind me, she then grabbed my shoulders and screamed in my ear. I was apparently so scared I shit my pants. She never lets me forget that she literally scared the shit out of me.

8. Guard.

I was on tower guard in Afghanistan. I fucked up by trusting a fart just made liquid goodness in my pants. Luckily I had been sick all week and had tp with me. I got my friend in the tower to watch the stairs while I wiped. The second I broke the seal and took off my underwear he started gagging. My sergeant comes up asking why we called him and I just straight up said “I shit my pants Sgt”. Word spread fast and by the time my shift was over the whole base had found out.

9. Mom.

When I was 8 I went grocery shopping with my mom at parthmark. I came down with a feeling in my butt but I clenched. Soon I knew that I couldn’t hold it for much longer and I begged my mom to purchase her things and leave. She promised me it was gonna be really quick she just needed to pick up a couple more things. Quick became like 15 minutes and I was on the verge of crying. My asshole was growing weak.

We finally left and on the journey home, 2 blocks before reaching home, I couldn’t hold it anymore and I just shit myself was crossing the street. I felt the warmth in my underwear. It was so relieving but shameful at the same time.

When I got home I cleaned myself up and then I heard my mom laughing about it with my sisters in the living room.

10. Courthouse.

I’ve been dying to tell this story but my mom would kill me if I told anyone irl. It wasn’t me, but her.

We were on our way back from the courthouse one day and stop at the Subway on the corner there, before catch the metro train back to our cars. After we ate, we did our business in the restrooms and headed to the train station. We picked it up where it dumps into the city and were riding it all the way back to the end. It’s about a 30-45 minute ride with all the stops. Anyway, about five minutes in, my mom is complaining about her stomach being upset. It grows worse the further we go, to the point where I’m googling the nearest bathrooms from each stop. Finally, about 3/4s of the way, she just can’t hold it any longer. Fortunately there’s only like two other people in the train car when she let’s loose, and it’s awfully quiet of a poop. Immediately, the smell washes over me to the point where I nearly gag. Being the good son I am, I announce loudly, for the others to hear, “WOOOOOOO BOY THAT REEKS. I just busted serious ass, sorry mom.”

We finish the ride and as we get off, I take my button down shirt off and offer it to her to tie around her waist in an effort to hide the massive shit stain on her white pants. We get into he parking garage and back to our cars. Fortunately, I didn’t have a washer/dryer at my house and had just done laundry, so I give her a pair of my shorts and she ducks behind my open door and does her best to clean off, leaving behind a big ole mess.

Best part? I used that metro a few weeks later, they’d installed port a pots on every floor. Checkmate, MTA.

Ninja edit: the reason I mentioned subway was because she was adamant she’d gotten food poisoning. Called the health department and that subway was eventually shut down for violating codes or some shit.

11. School.

I was doing a project for school during my junior year with a glass of apple juice. Finished the apple juice then poured another glass. After about 4 glasses of apple juice my stomach started to rumble. I just thought I was hungry, no big deal. Went to let out a fart, opened the flood gates, liquid fire spills out my b-hole. Spent the next 3 hours unleashing volcanic fury into my toilet like I was Mount Vesuvius or something. Never trust a fart.

12. Gamer.

I’m a father, and husband, gamer nerd and workaholic that doesn’t drink or party… I don’t get out very often, but it was the premiere week of Prometheus, and as a die hard fan of both the franchise and sci-fi genre, I knew this was worth burning a vacation day for.

I paid for a day of daycare at my daughter’s preschool, and after dropping her off, the wife and I made our way to the local mall. Since the ticket booth wouldn’t open for some time, we decided to wander the mall window shopping…

We have about 15 minutes before the booth opens, and decided to stop in the dollar store to find something for our 4 year old to play with…while the wife is stopping to look at something, I felt the urge to let something loose, and once I felt “it” start to run down the inner depths of my cheekius maximus, I clenched like I had never clenched before, and stopped the “flow”… “LUCKY ME” I thought, because there’s no fucking way, after all the arrangements I had made, the ONE day I get for my enjoyment will NOT be ruined.

I immediately said to my wife “I have to pee really bad now”.

“But you just went like 10 minutes ago, let me check out here and we’ll both go before the movie starts”

(in whisper yell)”I HAVE TO GO NOW”

“Ok, well just meet me at the theater”

After my (horribly) well planned diversion, I made my way (waddling) into the nearest mall department store (still clenching), and found the rest room…

I finished exercising the demons that had tried to ruin my day, I looked down to assess the damage to my undergarment…the situation was not pretty, but I did keep the mess contained to within the drawers.

I’ll skip you the awful details, but taking my shoes off to remove the defiled boxer-briefs was not an option, and that is when I learned that ripping off shitty boxers is not as easy as you might expect, but nevertheless 5 minutes later, I was clean, boxers in the garbage, and it was time to watch the movie, commando style, like a boss.

TL;DR – Prometheus was not the shittiest thing I saw that day.

13. Drunk.

My friend was acting like a drunk asshole at a party. And I mean he was wasted. So as a prank, I shit in his pants so we could all humiliate him for shitting his own pants when he woke up the next day.

(His pants were on the floor next to the bed, I didn’t put my butt to his butt and shit on it, or shit in my hands and stuff it in his pants. I just squatted over his pants and shit on the inside and stomped it out like there was a tiny fire.)

14. Gassy.

I was pretty gassy that day and I knew I had to crap. I thought I could hold it in long enough to make it home from work (I was in the field. No bathroom). I was almost done and only 20-30 minutes from home. I figured I could let off some pressure and slip a few farts out. Usually doing this and/or pissing on the side of the road is a world of difference. Unfortunately I had no coverage to take a leak on this road and my farts were not trustworthy. I sharted and had to ride home having slightly crapped my pants.

To make matters worse when I got home (I had just bought the house) my overly friendly neighbor wanted to discuss at length the trash pickup schedule and other helpful neighborhood advice. I was deadlocked in this conversation for 10 minutes while still having to take a massive crap.

I finally got inside and had forgotten my dad was there to help us paint. Awkwardness. I ran to the bathroom to unleash the mud beast that had been growling at the gates for the past hour. What I found was total relief and euphoria. For 30 seconds. Then panic. I had to call my wife and have her bring clothes there for me to change into. We had just bought the house and hadn’t moved in yet. We wanted to paint first, which btw I highly recommend anyone do if they have the opportunity.

I showered and changed my clothes in 5 or so minutes. I was just in time to be 15 minutes late for my wife’s uncles’ (they’re twins that’s where the apostrophe belongs) birthday dinner.

15. Gum.

As a child and teen I would eat bubble gum like it was candy; Chew for a few seconds and swallow. We’ve all heard the myth of how bubble gum stays in your stomach for seven years. Well I can attest that that is a LIE. So, here I was, a preteen/teenager, laying on the couch when I have to fart. No biggie. I let it go and something feels yucky in my underwear, so I rush to the bathroom because I think I pooped myself. I pull down my pants to find BRIGHT PINK GUM. I sharted undigested bubble gum, you guys.

16. Movies.

Wow I don’t know why I’m so excited to tell this, but it’s finally my chance!

So the story begins when I was about 13 years old. I went to the movies with my mom and brother and sister to see Planet 51. Whenever I go to the movies, I usually drink a lot of pop, and put the white cheddar seasoning on my popcorn. The seasoning always upsets my stomach, but I love it so much so I ate it anyways.

So the movie ends, and I tell my mom to wait a few minutes so I can take a shit. Enter the washroom, and nothing comes out, stomach isn’t hurting at all, so we leave the theater. As soon as I step outside, my stomach starts hurting a lot, the hurt you get a few minutes before an intense shit. I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time, so I didn’t ask if they could wait while I empty my bowels. Reluctantly, I get into the car and we pull onto the highway. My stomach is hurting so much by then what I’m sweating and breathing a lot.

Deciding I didn’t want to have an accident, I ask my mom if she can stop somewhere, and she says ‘I’ll stop if I can find somewhere.’ Within a minute, I couldn’t hold it any longer. My stomach was aching with pain and I was yelling ‘IT FEELS LIKE I’M HAVING A BABY!!!’ Finally, I feel its gonna come out, and so I lift my ass off the car seat and let it flow.

It was a smelly ride home, and because I didn’t want to smother my legs with even more shit, I had to hold myself off the seat with the armrests all the way home.

Five years later I still can’t live it down.

17. Anniversary.

Well. Here it goes.

It was my 6 month anniversary, Friday night with my boyfriend. We go out to a nice dinner and do a few rounds of putt putting. Everything is fine. Go back to his house and I start feeling nauseous. I puked a few times. It started out not so bad but then it got more and more violent. Then the diahreah happened. Which is a lovely thing to have happen at your boyfriends house. He was real sweet about it. But since I was wearing a dress, I asked to borrow a pair of his sweat pants since I was obviously sick and getting really cold. Anyways, it happened. I started both having epic diahreah and vomiting simultaneously. And normally I was able to make it to the toilet and grab a trash can (eventually I never left, but at this point I was switching from laying on the floor and moving when I had to. ) I feel the vomiting coming. I didn’t make it to the toilet. And I literally shit my boyfriends pants.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Julie’s Sprinkles Lead to a Downpour

Hey, my name is Jule Walbridge, and I have a confession to make. You see, I really enjoy peeing my panties. Wetting myself is a turn on for me, and it has been ever since my senior year in high school. If you are weirded out by this, I am sorry (and you probably shouldn’t read any further). It just feels really nice to get this off my chest because I’ve never told anyone my secret before (and it was killing me!). Now let me tell you a story about the first time I wet my panties:

At the age of 18, I was ready to leave adolescence behind and start being an “adult”. However, one of the first things I did was probably the least “adult” thing I could do - I wet my panties.

I wasn’t really trying to wet my panties… I was just really bored. You see, I was a senior in high school and it was the last week of school. I was basically done with everything - all my classes were just time fillers… extremely boring time fillers.

It was seventh period, almost the end of the day, and I really had to pee. All I had to do was raise my hand and ask, yet I didn’t feel like it. It was hot, I was tired, and I was busy trying to find ways to entertain myself. Basically, I began opening up my pee hole and waiting for the pee to sneak up to the opening, then I would clench my muscles and force the pee back in. I don’t have the slightest idea why I was doing this, but it was somewhat entertaining compared to listening to Mr. Blofis, the teacher. Besides, it was strangely pleasurable, too.

Soon enough, my pee was leaking out as I did this. But only a little bit each time. I hardly noticed that I was getting wetter and wetter. It just felt naughty to leak a little bit into my panties. After about 15 minutes, I came out of my stupor and realized that I was feeling rather wet and warm down there.

Slightly alarmed, I discretely placed a hand on my panties to check. Yep - I was soaked, but still needed to pee very badly. It felt as though the constant opening and closing of my pee hole had weakened my muscles. I needed to pee worse than before. Thank God I hadn’t been sitting on my skirt. My white, bikini cotton panties took a beating, so my skirt definitely would have, too.

Just as I was raising my hand to ask to go to the restroom, the bell rang. I ran to the bathroom, but it was crowded… just my luck. I couldn’t be late for Mrs. Oligeri’s class. We were done with work for the year, but she still got mad if students were tardy. Even worse, she refused to let anyone use the restrooms during class.

I asked her anyways, but I got the answer I expected: No!

I was sent back to my desk to write an easy, yet lengthy essay with my left hand while my right hand pressed firmly against my soaked panties. I managed to get through the class without much further damage (after all, my panties were already soaked), but I didn’t even bother running to the bathroom afterward. It was the end of the day and I had to catch my bus.

As I hobbled onto bus No.47 and into my seat, my bladder screamed as if it knew that I was getting farther away from the nearest bathroom. As the bus started up, all I could do was bite my lip and hope to make it home.

At my stop, I got up and saw that I had left a nice, butt-shaped wet print on my seat. I quickly got off and hurried in the direction of my house. Only one more mile to go, I thought to myself.

With only a half-mile left to go, I could barely move without leaking. My legs were streaked with pee and a few tears streaked my face. I knew I would never make it home. My bladder was a bomb and the detonator was going off… right now!

I looked around and saw no one to ask for help (which meant no one to laugh at me, either). I sat down in the grass beside the road, put my head in my arms and began to cry. I had lost the battle and my little white panties were paying the price.

All of a sudden, the bomb went off and I began gushing into my panties. At first, I tried to stop it, but I realized it was no use. I pushed as hard as I could to give relief to my straining bladder. There was an audible hiss from my pee hitting my panties and the grass. Warmth continued to spread across my butt and up my pussy. I was completely soaked. My panties, my ass, my legs, my skirt, and even my hands were wet.

And yet, I didn’t feel so humiliated. Sure, I did a childish thing and wet myself. But my tears had stopped - apparently they got flushed out with my pee - and I felt warm all over. Wetting myself didn’t feel so bad after all. The warm wetness that encased my pussy wasn’t all from pee anymore. I was becoming aroused. I took my hand and slipped it beneath my sodden panties. When I touched myself, I felt a jolt sweep across my body and a soft moan escaped my lips. But then I opened my eyes and I remembered where I was and the state I was in.

I got up quickly and took a look at myself. I was very wet, but mostly under my skirt. I figured I could slip by my mother and into my room without her noticing. There I would continue exploring my new… hobby of sorts.

I had no idea why I was aroused by wetting myself, but I wasn’t about to dwell on something I had no control over. All I know is this: I enjoy wetting my panties. It may be weird and it may be considered childish, but we all need to find our inner child sometime, right? ;)

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Panty Piss byslave naia©

Master left this morning for work. I am normally up and making breakfast, but I was dead asleep in bed when he left. When I woke up a package and a card sat on the table. I was as excited as a little girl and took a minute to reflect on him.

I was his little girl, always had been. He was my Daddy, took care of me in everyway needed. I quickly ripped off the beautiful ribbon and tore the wrapping paper off just as quickly. In the box, were a single pair of white panties. Cotton, full bottomed, god awful panties. A sarcastic smiles comes across my face, and I wonder what the world he has bought these for. I careful tear the pink envelope open and the face on the card has a picture of a lovely bouquet of daffodils. The middle simply said--

"baby girl, put these panties on at exactly 6:00pm. Wear nothing but these. We will be having company."

I stare at it for a little while, with a million thoughts running through my head. We never had company over. For dinner parties of course, but never with me in god awful granny panties. That is the first thing that runs through my head. How can I look good with these panties on. They are nothing like what Master normally has me wear. Lacey thongs or nothing is what my norm is. My heart beats faster and my palms become sweaty as I think of what daddy has in store for me.

I watch the clock for hours, cleaning the house in nothing at all. I am not to wear clothes around the house. Daddy only allows them when we are out and about. Cleaning anything I possibly can to simply pass the time. I shower and lotion my body so it is appealing to Master. Making sure I pay extra attention to my breasts and pussy. Adorning them with the sweetest scents. Making sure that every inch of my pussy is shaved clean and free of any hair. Daddy always checks that closely. I lightly run my fingers outside the lips and down to my ass. Careful not to touch inside my pink or my clit. I am soaking wet and horny from the apprehension of daddy and company coming. I could cum at any second but know damn well I better not. Daddy has such a good scent for things like that. He has caught me many times playing with myself. Coming in and smelling my fingers to make sure that I have not touched. Tasting them on a regular basis. I am proud that I am bare and smooth. I get up and wash my hands so daddy can not smell me. I seductively slide on my panties. In a strange way those panties made me feel sexy, and I look at myself in the mirror. I turn my head and glance at the clock. 5:45. I quickly light some candles around the house and kneel with my head on the floor, waiting by the door as I do every night as daddy enters his domain.

I hear the car pull up in the driveway and the car door shut. I listen closely for daddy to turn the key, but he does not come in right away. I hear yet another car pull in the driveway and that door slam. I hear two men?s voices coming toward the door and I make sure to spread my legs open a little further. The door creaks open and daddy walks right over me.

"Wow, now that is one good little cunt" I hear the deep dark voice, unfamiliar to me.

"Thank you Sam, she does work at it." Master laughs as he thanks the man back.

I want to glance up and see what this Sam guy looks like, but I keep my body to the floor.

"Okay little girl you may get up and get Sir Sam and I a cup of coffee."

I try as gracefully as possible to get off of the floor. I am never very good at that transition but manage not to fall on my face. I quickly serve Master and Sir Sam cups of coffee. Master takes his and smiles at me. Sir Sam pushes it away. Masters smile turns as fast as it came.

"Did you ask Sir Sam how He takes his coffee little one?"

"No Master, girl did not."I swallow hard

He smack my ass hard and nods to me.

"Sir Sam, what may girl add to your coffee to satisfy your taste Sir?"

"Just sugar girl, two scoops." He snaps back unhappily.

I scurry into the kitchen, adding 2 measured scoops to his coffee. Serving it gracefully I keep my hands up level, until he sips it. He nods with satisfaction and I quickly kneel at Daddy?s feet awaiting the next command.

"Good baby girl, now get up on the table and let Sir Sam and I see your panties"

I stand high of the table and pull my panties up a little. The are a tad big, but I know that Master wants them that way. The room is quiet and both men simply look at me. Their eyes raping every inch of my body. I simply look straight forward as not to catch them in a glance.

"Now little one, bend over with your pussy and ass in Sir Sam's face. I want your cunt in line with his nose so you may adjust yourself accordingly."

I turn my feet and body to Sir Sam's face, rolling back on the heels of my feet to get as close to him as I can without touching him. I feel his breath on my pussy and close my eyes. I hear him breath in a few times, and comment.

"That is one sweet little cunt. I can smell it is wet already. You have found yourself one good whore."

I await his touch, but it never comes. He simply breathes hot breaths as close to my panties and pussy as he can.

"Baby girl, I am sure you are wondering why you have these god awful white panties on aren't you?"

"Yes Master , girl has wondered all day." I quietly say.

"Sir Sam loves a woman's piss. He loves to see a girl pee in her panties and lick them clean. You are going to get a bowl, squat over it and piss all over those white cotton panties. When you are finished pissing in them, He will lick the outside of your panties and I will be fucking your ass with my fingers. You will be allowed to cum. When you do, Sam will slide his fingers along your pussy and inside scooping up the cum and eating it. You see little one, Sam loves cunt, and I have told him what a horny one you have." Master lifts my chin and nods to me.

I get up and search for a bowl, my palms are sweating and I am nervous. I find one and head back to the table. Placing it in the middle of the table, I climb back on. Glance over at Master and wait for a nod. He simply nods only once and I squat over the bowl. I see Sam staring at me the entire time, licking his lips waiting for the urine that will escape my body. I am nervous and it takes awhile for the warm urine to fill my white panties. Staining them with yellow liquid, it suddenly gives me chills against my cool body.

Soft moans are heard from both daddy and Sam, and Sam sucks on his fingers as the urine fills my panties. Only a little urine hit?s the bowl, most has soaked into my panties. I await for Daddy?s command as what to do next. Master pets my head and speaks loving, and softly in my ear.

"What a good little pet, look over at Sir Sam."

I glance over at him. His eyes are wide as saucers and he is hungrily sucking his fingers.

"So Sam, what is you that you wish of sweet naia now?" Master stretches up and looks at the gentleman.

"I want that piss soaked pussy, to bury my face in those soaked panties."

He has not spoken directly to me the whole time he has been there. I understand my place and what he wants, so I simply ignore that he is speaking over me.

"I want to taste that horny cunt on my fingers and gobble it all up. I am ready, are you?" He looks over to Master

"Yep, I am ready. Bend over the table girl. Sam will be sitting on the floor tasting your pussy and panties. He will also be jacking his cock off and Cumming on your feet. I will be fucking your ass hard with my fingers. I have given you permission to cum, as I am sure you are horny. You may cum whenever you like." Master smiles at me and I smile back.

I climb off of the table my panties are now cool from the air. I bend over the table and my breasts hit the table hard. It is cold underneath of me, but I soon feel Sam?s breath close to my pussy. He starts to hungrily lap up the soaked panties focusing on my clit and opening. He softly runs his tongue on the inside of my thighs to lap up any urine that hit there. I subconsciously grind my pussy harder in his face and Master smacks my ass hard. I immediately stop and relax myself. Quickly Master invades my ass with his fingers as promised and I gasp for air. Sam focuses hard on the top of the crotch of my panties and my clit swells underneath of him. My body is throw around as they take turns making me squirm from front to back. I bit my lip to put off Cumming as much as I can. Daddy notices and bend down to whisper in my ear. The slight movement just from him leaning push his fingers harder into my ass. My cunt comes hard as Sam buries himself deeper into me. My feet suddenly become warm as he shoots hot sticky cum on my feet. Master soon replaces his fingers with his cock and fucks me hard. Pounding deeper in my cunt, Sam sticks his fingers inside my pink hot pussy. I suddenly come again, and feel Master immediate follow. Loading my ass full with cum. We stand there a minute in silence, and Sam removes his fingers.

"So Sam, pretty tasty cunt isn't it?" Master asks as he rests his head on my back.

"Oh yes, that is one tasty little whore, both cunt and piss." He violently bites my inner thigh and I jump a little. Master removes his now soft and empty cock and I clean it up without even thinking. He pets my head as Sam sits in the chair.

"Okay lil girl, kiss Sam and thank him for making you cum. Then go ahead and start making dinner. You are to wear those piss soaked panties all night long."

I quietly walk over and kneel at Sam's feet. He bends down and kisses me deeply. I can taste my cum in his mouth and he lifts my chin and smiles.

"Thank You Sir Sam for making girl cum."

He nods and I get up to make dinner. With only the sound of the two men talking about what a good time they had.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

peeing kinda day

Ive been alone most of the day so I tried something by wearing a diaper today and was peeing in that, but i missed the feeling of the pee running down my legs so i started peeing in my pants when i needed to. i am trying to hold on more then just peeing cause i have to. now im thinking about peeing the bed tonight. its been about a month since i have done that. my thing is i want to pee my bed when im still sleeping, most times i pee my bed i am just waking up and decide to let it go, and there was one time i woke up while peeing the bed, which i have to say i loved... now that i think about it im getting really turned on.... so how should i plan this out? make sure i have to pee when i go to sleep?

Monday, February 10, 2014

I wish to dedicate this submission to Wildebird, my online love, with you, this story would not be possible. Your inspiration, eloquence, and sensual flair bring these words to life every time I read it. Thank you, Wildebird....

"Hey..." he whispered softly into her ear, his warm breath stirring the curling wisps of hair that rested on her cheek. Morning sunlight was streaming in through the large eastern window, almost blindingly bright as it illuminated the snow-covered branches of the trees out back. The outdoor temperature on this frigid Saturday morning would be barely above 0, he knew, but it was a comfortable 68 in their room.....and a toasty 105 under the covers with his lady. They were spooning lovingly under the covers, their limbs jumbled together casually and their bodies snugly pressed.

"Mmm..." she murmured in soft response. She rolled over halfway to face him, and looping her arms around him she began smothering him with tiny butterfly kisses all over his face and neck. His hands found her body easily, one caressing her face, the other finding its way under the bodice of her camisole. He began gently caressing her perfectly rounded breast, her nipple rousing rapidly to his gentle touch.

Her lithe form surrendered to him, back arching as she pressed into his touch. Knowing exactly what she would like, he shifted his body to lay upon her; Smiling warmly, his face hovered over hers and he began to kiss her. gently at first, then gradually becoming forceful, his tongue seeking hers. She snaked her hand down his back, under the waistband of his pajama bottoms, and grasped his buttocks.

"You're so warm...you feel very, very good..." she murmured against his lips, her hands kneading the muscle there. Her nails dug into him a bit as his kisses ignited a fire within her.

She used her foot to kick the covers off them, then drew her legs up and wrapped them around the small of his back. Now she could feel the length of his manhood as it pressed firmly against her rapidly moistening opening. She sighed in reluctance as he pulled away from her, sitting up and back onto his heels.

She had put on her cute, "I'm put out" face...lower lip pooched out, quirky wrinkles between her eyes. "No pouting, love; gotta get these off," he said, smiling devilishly. He slid his pajamas down over his legs and tossed them onto the floor. Flashing back her own impish, flirty grin, she took the same opportunity to slide her sheer, soaked panties off, and then, putting on a display for him, she slowly lifted her lacy camisole top over her head and tossed that aside as well, wriggling her body slowly from side to side as she enjoyed the touch of fresh air against her taut, aroused nipples. She gazed warmly at his tumescent cock, and wriggled forward on her knees to him. Now with total access and complete abandon, she took firm hold of his shaft and guided him directly to her overheated sex, pulling him back down with her. He pushed slightly forward so that his pubic region came into direct contact with hers, pressing the full length of his manhood slowly in to completely fill her.

Softly moaning now, she again wrapped her legs around his back and raised her hips to meet his as he started to glide himself partly out and then fully back into her warm wet pussy. Each lunge into her depths produced a soft whimper from her, and she moved in perfect step to their slow dance of love to meet each of his thrusts, their rhythm in place now, the tempo of their tango slowly rising.

One hand was grasping his neck, caressing him as she began to whisper into his ear.

"You feel fantastic inside me...filling me so completely...massaging me deeply...I want you to come now; let me feel you release deep inside me, fill me with your seed...please, love..."

The sweet urgency in her softly worded plea melted his restraint. Grunting, he picked up his pace, thrusting firmer, deeper, faster into her. Her heels dug into his back, her fingernails gripping his neck, his ass, just to hold on for the ride she was getting. As he neared his pinnacle, his shaft swelling within her even as her pussy walls tightened around him, she cried out loudly in her ecstasy, the powerful waves of her climax washing over her completely. She clenched her muscles tightly, her pulsating pussy gripping his manhood, trying to hold him in place as he thrust deeply and roughly into her one last time. He lifted himself up, supporting himself on open palms, looking in wonder on her angelic face as he began to fill her with stream after stream of his seed. She felt every volley as his semen filled her, the overflow seeping out around his still-erect shaft. She kept herself clenched tightly, holding him in place as he finally released his last, but still remaining firm, slowly pumped himself into her warm, wet pussy.

As they eased down from their flight, breathing gradually returning to normal, he slowly slid himself out of her, his semen almost flowing freely along her thighs and ass as it pooled onto the bed underneath her. She sat up and reached for his cock, grasping him firmly in her hand, leaning forward to take him into her mouth, relishing their commingled juices. He caught his breath at the sheer pleasure of her lips and tongue enveloping his cock, gently 'fucking' her face with his hips as her tongue slid up and down his shaft, her sexy mouth engulfing his length with each lunge. His sensitivity did not allow her to continue for much longer, and he finally receded from her mouth to lay beside her on the bed.

He leaned over and kissed her deeply, lovingly, as his hand found her sticky, warm mound. His fingers smoothed out the 'landing strip' of her pubic hair, their joined juices matting her hair down.. When he reached her clit, she gasped, arching her back, shivering at the sensation. He began a circular motion with his fingers, occasionally dipping one finger inside her to gather some moisture, then drawing back to glide and swirl his fingers over her clit and hood. Any lingering inhibitions she had fled; in complete abandon she reached up to pinch her nipple, pulling it away from her chest as his intimate, persistent touch swept her towards another, more powerful orgasm.

She raised her hips to a beat as his fingers found her most sensitive spot. She rolled her head and gently nibbled on his ear as he focused intently on her rapidly approaching climax. His fingers rolled with increasing pressure over her clit at a blistering pace for a few more seconds until her writhing body raised off the bed with a jerk and then back down again, until her cries of pleasure filled the room as her orgasm overtook her body completely. Her hips lunged uncontrollably as he kept applying pressure to her mound. Unable to bear the overwhelming feelings any longer, at last she grabbed his hand and pulled it up to her chest, clutching it and holding it firmly to allow him to feel her heart beating.

The two lovers lay together in silence, even breathing together as one now. Their love for each other spoke volumes as they gazed deeply into each others' eyes, both smiling at the pleasure they'd just been privileged to share with each other. The rising sun now flooding the bedroom with warmth, they both arose and headed for the shower together, ready to meet the day as the team they had become.

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Friday, January 31, 2014

Pee my Pants Story 25

The very first time I wet my pants as an adult, I was totally humiliated. Even though no one was around, I just couldn't hold it any longer. I was stuck in traffic, in my car, driving home from work. I wiggled and squirmed all I could to hold it. Soon, the more I wiggled, the more I leaked. Finally, I just peed all over myself. By the time I got home, it was obvious I had really wet my pants. I was 28 years old, too. And, peeing my pants.

Now, I'm considerably older, and have 'accidents' all the time. When I feel that first urge to go, I have to go right away, or I'll pee on myself. And, I get that urge almost every two hours like clockwork. The other day in Macy's I got that urge, and wet my pants all the way to the lady's room. Last Thursday, I even peed my pants at work. I work at a call center, and got stuck on a very long call. By the time I said good bye to the caller, I had wet all over myself. There was a puddle on the carpet under my very wet chair.

On long car trips, my husband insists I wear Depends, just to keep from having to stop every two hours. Otherwise, we have to stop just so I don't wet my pants in the car. For him, it's kind of a turn on. Sometimes, I even get a little spanking for not being a big girl when I pee in my pants. Which I kind of like. Sometimes, while getting my 'spanking' I'll pee my panties just a little bit, to get spanked just a little more before sex. Still, most of the time, I wet my pants out of just not being able to contain it any longer.

I pee my pants so often now, until I am no longer even embarrassed about it when it happens. It's just another fact of life. When I have to go, I just have to go, or I will wet my pants. I guess I'm really not a big girl. After all, big girls don't pee in their pants beds as often as I do. I pee in my pants at least once or twice a day, and pee the bed four or five nights a week.

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