Wet Weekend E-Book

Giselle Renarde

• Herausgeber: Giselle Renarde
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

From the author of Lesbian Gold comes a new collection of tantalizing tales featuring hot showers, wet panties, obedient control and gleeful release! In this set of six sequential stories, girlfriends Talia and Cassie set off on a romantic resort getaway. Who knew they’d discover a wet and wild new fetish on vacation? Cassie’s a good sub who’d do anything for her girl, but what happens when Talia springs a scary surprise on her? If Talia requires total control over her bodily functions, will Cassie be ready to submit? An unforgettable collection of lesbian fetish erotica.

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Wet Weekend: A Second Spritzing of Lesbian Gold © 2015 by Giselle Renarde

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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First Edition 2015

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Table of Contents

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Wet Weekend | A Second Spritzing of Lesbian Gold | By Giselle Renarde

1 | Denial

2 | I Peed in the Bath

3 | Asparagus Pee

4 | Shower Power

5 | Public Toilets

6 | Pee Pants

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Wet Weekend

A Second Spritzing of Lesbian Gold

By Giselle Renarde

1

Denial

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“I really gotta go,” I said, cupping my crotch.

My panties were still on, but I’d pulled up my skirt just to get it out of the way. Fending off accidents worked best if didn’t touch bare skin. As soon as my hot hand met my shaved pussy, I knew I’d pee all over the place.

And I didn’t want to do that.

Not in Talia’s newish car.

I whacked her thigh.  “Come on! Pull over so I can pee!”

We’d taken the back roads even though the highway would have gotten us there faster.  This weekend was all about taking it slow. Really enjoying each other. Fancy romancy resort hotel. Sex and candy.

After seven years together, there was no need to rush.

“There!” I said, pointing to a restaurant on the horizon.  “There! Pull in there! They’ll have a washroom for sure.”

“I don’t think they’re open,” Talia said as she drove by the greasy spoon.

She was probably right. There weren’t any cars in the gravel lot, and it looked like the windows were boarded up.

“That’s a shame,” Talia said.  Her voice was like a chocolate fountain.

Don’t make me think about fountains!

“Please,” I begged. “We have to stop somewhere. Look, it’s all farmland. I’ll just pee by those trees. Nobody will see.”

Talia didn’t reply. She drove along, happy as a clam, ignoring my pee pain.

Then she said, “You know why farmers plant trees around their fields?”

“I don’t care!” I clenched my fist around my mound like it was one of those squishy stress relief balls. “I have to pee. Holding it is really bad for you, Tal.”

Instead of responding to my pleas for mercy, she said, “If your field is surrounded by trees you don’t end up with a dustbowl like during the Depression. If all you’ve got is dry soil, the wind can pick it up, blow it all around.”

My mind did a funny thing, then—it imagined me squatting over the farmer’s field like a dustbowl was a toilet bowl. The breeze blew sandy soil against my bare pussy, drying me out so I didn’t have to go anymore, evaporating my pee from the outside in.

It was a truly fantastic sensation.

But when Talia went over a bump in the rocky road, the gotta-pee sensation came back full-force. Pressure built. Felt like my bladder was full of jagged rocks, and they were poking into my kidneys.

“Please,” I said. “Talia, honestly, I’m about to burst.”

“Really?” she said with a smirk. “Now that I’d like to see.”

We went over another bump and I had to clamp down harder on my pussy lips. I crossed my legs, but that didn’t help. 

“Please,” I begged. “I don’t want to ruin your car!”

“Well, if you put it like that...”

I watched her intently, expecting her to pull over.

But she didn’t.

She just kept driving.

“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice screeched high as heaven, but my body was down in the depths of hell.  “Talia, I’m not kidding! Pull over! I mean it!”

Despite my urgency, she replied calmly and casually. “I will,” she said. “In a minute.”

“I can’t wait a minute!”

“Sure you can.” She glanced quickly in my direction as we ascended a hill so high it looked like it would never end.

When we went up like that, I felt my bladder fall back in my body, like it was butting up against my spine. That made things better, a bit. I still felt the pressure of having to pee, but it was a different sensation. It was the pressure without the pain.

“Take off your underoos,” Talia said, super-casual, like it wasn’t even a sexy thing to ask. “Don’t look at me like that, babes. Take ‘em off, then I’ll stop the car.”

“But...”

Oh, it would take too much time to explain why that was tricky. If I accidentally touched myself, I might pee in her car. But if I didn’t do what she told me to, she wouldn’t stop. So I guess I had no choice.

Just as I hooked my thumbs around the waistband of my tight, stretchy panties, we got to the top of the hill.

Everything changed. 

The car tipped from up to down and my bladder tumbled from my back to my front.

“Cripes,” I said as the urgency in my pelvis sent shockwaves through my system. “Oh Talia, I’m gonna pee.”

“Don’t pee,” she said, her voice all low and commanding. “Don’t do it, Cassie.”

I let go of the waistband and wrapped both hands around the gusset, squeezing my pussy from both sides to keep the pee in.

A drip escaped.