Anonymous
Wed, 11 Sep 02, 1:44 PM
A DAY IN THE LIFE
An Excerpt From The Life Of A Unique Young Lady
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. The
events portrayed herein never happened. This story involves graphic descriptions of female urination and arousal. If this type of thing offends you, do not read this story. Otherwise, read on. Thank you.
There was darkness, just darkness. It was all encompassing, all pervading. There was nothing else. Then, without preamble, faint tendrils of light began to make their presence felt. At first the darkness seemed to overwhelm the light and beat it back. But the light persisted, growing stronger and bolder. The darkness receded now, and the light began to take its place. As the light grew in intensity, so too did sounds, drifting in from the edges of perception, swirling and fuzzy at first, then coalescing into more recognisable resonances. Shapes formed in the light as it settled in. A wall, then a window, a curtain rustling gently in a soft breeze that soughed through the window screen. I inhaled deeply but softly as I tried futilely to blink the bleariness from my eyes. As I rolled my head slowly to the left, my eyes came to rest on the crimson digits of my digital clock. It was a few minutes past nine o’clock. I flopped slowly over onto my back and my mouth stretched wide as I was overcome briefly with a sudden yawn. As the breath escaped from my throat, signalling the end of the yawn, I watched as the mounds of my breasts settled back down again from whence they had come.
As I began to contemplate the day ahead of me, a certain familiar and most welcome pressure made its presence felt in my nether regions. I smiled dreamily as I immediately relaxed and experienced the delicious sensations as my golden nectar unfurled from my body and found a new home, first in my night clothes, then in the dark confines of my mattress. An indescribable warmth spread sensuously under me, down my legs and up my back. My breathing began to accelerate, imperceptibly at first, then with ever increasing velocity. A new heat grew rapidly in my nether regions, my pulse attained new heights and suddenly all my tensions released and a soft moan followed by a shuddering breath signalled my climax. I lay there in my wetness, coming down from my morning high, revelling in the wonders which that golden fluid imparts to those lucky enough to be knowledgeable in such things.
Once again I turned my attention to the day that stretched before me. It was, I decreed, to be a lazy day, one of little activity and much relaxation. The last day of the weekend, the first day of the week, was always my day to relax and reflect on life, on how lucky I have been, how lucky I am to be alive. Once again I found myself sending out a quiet thank you to my mother and father, my so very understanding and accepting mother and father. They have been so kind to me, allowing me the freedom to explore new realms of pleasure previously unachievable. Mine was a happy childhood, free from the constraints experienced by so many others, those who are confined by the ritual of using toilets. I smiled happily as I began to ponder what to wear. A pair of white cotton pants, a white tank top, bra and pale pink satin panties fit the bill nicely I declared. I lay a while longer, luxuriating in wonderful wetness of my own creation. At length I finally rose from the bed, and began another morning ritual. I began to change from my wet and pleasantly scented night clothes, into my dry and pleasantly scented day clothes. I smiled with satisfaction at the yellow stains highlighting the inner areas of my white pants, and shivered with pleasure in the knowledge that I would soon be adding to those stains, enriching the colour, enhancing the fragrance. I always take joy in simple pleasures, and now, as I pulled my clothes on, I smiled, even closed my eyes, as I enjoyed the sensations of fabric sliding against skin. There would be no shower this day, my relaxation day. Such a thing would have been sacrilege to me, a terrible loss the removal of my intoxicating scent.
I drifted lazily toward the kitchen, pure contentment on my face. A few minutes later I settled down to satiate my body’s emptiness, to recharge after a night’s fast. Two slices of toast with lemon marmalade, and a glass of orange juice, were all I really needed. I sat in warm morning air, the wood of my deck still damp from the night’s dew production, breathing in the freshness of the countryside, gazing wondrously at the vast blue sky, smiling at the antics of a pair of overzealous barn swallows. It was a perfect morning, idyllic almost. There was such a palpable peace and tranquility permeating the air. With my few dishes now set aside I laid back on my chaise lounge, and enjoyed my morning. When you are resting and enjoying yourself, time has this way of flitting past seemingly unnoticed, like a black cat in the night. I glanced lazily at my watch and was surprised to see that almost two hours had passed, in the blink of an eye. Ironically, as if it felt that proof was required, that wonderful pressure returned, and waited patiently for it’s freedom. I smiled as a warm, fuzzy feeling came over me. I lay back in my chaise lounge, relaxed and granted the pressure it’s release.
At once I was overcome with incredible sensations coursing through me as my clothes gracefully accepted their golden liquid gift. The chaise lounge was next and my warmth and wetness spread under me into the soft cushion pad. Then, a soft cascade from under the cushion pad and onto the deck. I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to the incomparable bliss of wetting myself. At length the pressure faded and my golden fluid ceased flowing. I relaxed fully, settling deeply into the wetness of my clothes and of the cushion pad on the chaise lounge. Sensations of pleasure shivered through me as I experienced the special thrill of being warmly wet. As I sat there like this, my eyes still closed, the moisture still dripping from under the cushion pad and onto the deck, I began to contemplate my afternoon.
*I’ll post more, if anyone would like me to. The Urinator
An Excerpt From The Life Of A Unique Young Lady
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. The
events portrayed herein never happened. This story involves graphic descriptions of female urination and arousal. If this type of thing offends you, do not read this story. Otherwise, read on. Thank you.
There was darkness, just darkness. It was all encompassing, all pervading. There was nothing else. Then, without preamble, faint tendrils of light began to make their presence felt. At first the darkness seemed to overwhelm the light and beat it back. But the light persisted, growing stronger and bolder. The darkness receded now, and the light began to take its place. As the light grew in intensity, so too did sounds, drifting in from the edges of perception, swirling and fuzzy at first, then coalescing into more recognisable resonances. Shapes formed in the light as it settled in. A wall, then a window, a curtain rustling gently in a soft breeze that soughed through the window screen. I inhaled deeply but softly as I tried futilely to blink the bleariness from my eyes. As I rolled my head slowly to the left, my eyes came to rest on the crimson digits of my digital clock. It was a few minutes past nine o’clock. I flopped slowly over onto my back and my mouth stretched wide as I was overcome briefly with a sudden yawn. As the breath escaped from my throat, signalling the end of the yawn, I watched as the mounds of my breasts settled back down again from whence they had come.
As I began to contemplate the day ahead of me, a certain familiar and most welcome pressure made its presence felt in my nether regions. I smiled dreamily as I immediately relaxed and experienced the delicious sensations as my golden nectar unfurled from my body and found a new home, first in my night clothes, then in the dark confines of my mattress. An indescribable warmth spread sensuously under me, down my legs and up my back. My breathing began to accelerate, imperceptibly at first, then with ever increasing velocity. A new heat grew rapidly in my nether regions, my pulse attained new heights and suddenly all my tensions released and a soft moan followed by a shuddering breath signalled my climax. I lay there in my wetness, coming down from my morning high, revelling in the wonders which that golden fluid imparts to those lucky enough to be knowledgeable in such things.
Once again I turned my attention to the day that stretched before me. It was, I decreed, to be a lazy day, one of little activity and much relaxation. The last day of the weekend, the first day of the week, was always my day to relax and reflect on life, on how lucky I have been, how lucky I am to be alive. Once again I found myself sending out a quiet thank you to my mother and father, my so very understanding and accepting mother and father. They have been so kind to me, allowing me the freedom to explore new realms of pleasure previously unachievable. Mine was a happy childhood, free from the constraints experienced by so many others, those who are confined by the ritual of using toilets. I smiled happily as I began to ponder what to wear. A pair of white cotton pants, a white tank top, bra and pale pink satin panties fit the bill nicely I declared. I lay a while longer, luxuriating in wonderful wetness of my own creation. At length I finally rose from the bed, and began another morning ritual. I began to change from my wet and pleasantly scented night clothes, into my dry and pleasantly scented day clothes. I smiled with satisfaction at the yellow stains highlighting the inner areas of my white pants, and shivered with pleasure in the knowledge that I would soon be adding to those stains, enriching the colour, enhancing the fragrance. I always take joy in simple pleasures, and now, as I pulled my clothes on, I smiled, even closed my eyes, as I enjoyed the sensations of fabric sliding against skin. There would be no shower this day, my relaxation day. Such a thing would have been sacrilege to me, a terrible loss the removal of my intoxicating scent.
I drifted lazily toward the kitchen, pure contentment on my face. A few minutes later I settled down to satiate my body’s emptiness, to recharge after a night’s fast. Two slices of toast with lemon marmalade, and a glass of orange juice, were all I really needed. I sat in warm morning air, the wood of my deck still damp from the night’s dew production, breathing in the freshness of the countryside, gazing wondrously at the vast blue sky, smiling at the antics of a pair of overzealous barn swallows. It was a perfect morning, idyllic almost. There was such a palpable peace and tranquility permeating the air. With my few dishes now set aside I laid back on my chaise lounge, and enjoyed my morning. When you are resting and enjoying yourself, time has this way of flitting past seemingly unnoticed, like a black cat in the night. I glanced lazily at my watch and was surprised to see that almost two hours had passed, in the blink of an eye. Ironically, as if it felt that proof was required, that wonderful pressure returned, and waited patiently for it’s freedom. I smiled as a warm, fuzzy feeling came over me. I lay back in my chaise lounge, relaxed and granted the pressure it’s release.
At once I was overcome with incredible sensations coursing through me as my clothes gracefully accepted their golden liquid gift. The chaise lounge was next and my warmth and wetness spread under me into the soft cushion pad. Then, a soft cascade from under the cushion pad and onto the deck. I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to the incomparable bliss of wetting myself. At length the pressure faded and my golden fluid ceased flowing. I relaxed fully, settling deeply into the wetness of my clothes and of the cushion pad on the chaise lounge. Sensations of pleasure shivered through me as I experienced the special thrill of being warmly wet. As I sat there like this, my eyes still closed, the moisture still dripping from under the cushion pad and onto the deck, I began to contemplate my afternoon.
*I’ll post more, if anyone would like me to. The Urinator