Wet

I’ve thought long and hard about whether I should post these photos and write about what I did. I’ve compromised. I’ve written about it but I’m afraid the photos are not for here. (You could always ask, perhaps I might be persuaded to let you see them!)

Many of you have asked what I do for a living and I’ve not answered the question. (Practicing to be a politician!). I will go so far as to say it’s regarded as a profession; but then so’s street-walking and I can definitely confirm it’s not that! The reason for the reticence is that I need to keep as much distance between me and the job as I can. If I am discovered, I doubt my career would survive, but it stands a small chance if I’m not actually portrayed nude or more, On the other hand, it actually adds to the frisson of what I’m doing!

This brings me back to these pictures. I’m not nude as you’ve probably seen for yourselves. Far from it, but they are a bit naughty aren’t they?

As you should have read in my earlier blog (and if you haven’t it’s here https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/hello-ab60237501b7 ) I turned myself on something rotten at my daughter’s by standing in the shower and peeing into my knickers. The feeling it gave me stayed with me and I had to find out if it was a one-off because it was the first time I’d done something like that, or if the act of peeing into my clothes was the turn-on I thought it was.

I got home from work one evening and made the decision. I found an old outfit, a pair of jeans and denim jacket which seemed ideal. I didn’t mind if they got ruined. Not quite sure why I put the jacket on, but there you go.

I had to do it in the kitchen. I loved the idea of being even naughtier and letting my pee go all over the floor.

I’d drunk a couple of glasses of water in anticipation. I thought I set the camera up to take a video, but somehow it got set to time-lapse. I set it running and leaned against the kitchen unit, trying to pretend I was all nonchalant. I was far from it. God was I turned on at the thought. Oh, I haven’t mentioned I had cotton knickers on too.

Then the weirdest thing. I couldn’t go! I know doctors say that happens sometimes when patients are asked for a sample in the surgery, but I was on my own!. I tried to calm myself down, think mundane thoughts and eventually, the feeling changed and I let go.

I have a lot to learn about this. I hadn’t drunk nearly enough. By the time my pee had saturated my knickers and jeans, there was little to see. Bugger.

It destroyed the mood a bit, but I decided I’d try the next day. I had a heavy meeting at work and having this to look forward to would help pass the time. Also, I’d make sure my intake of water throughout the day was high.

My last pee at work was when we broke for a working lunch, but I kept drinking. By the time I left work 3 hours later I was in desperate need of a pee.

I got home, set up the camera, rushed upstairs to change-no jacket or knickers this time-and put myself in front of the camera.

The flow started almost immediately. God, if you’ve never done it, give it a go. So wanton. So deviant. (That’s becoming my favourite word to describe myself!) The flow went on and on. My jeans were a sodden mess from the crotch to the floor. I had a puddle of piss around my feet. Oh my god. I just stood there wallowing in the sublime feeling. I undid my jeans and pushed my hand down to my pussy. Sodden and not just from the piss. I was leaking juice now. My fingers got to work and I must have had the neighbours wondering what on earth was happening, my shriek when I came was so loud.

Then the disappointment. Again! I’d screwed up the camera again! I’d only ended up with a few photos near the beginning of the flow. Don’t worry though, there will be lots more! This is definitely going to be high in my repertoire.

I had to calm down a bit, I’d promised to text someone. Little did he know how hard my hand was working while we exchanged thoughts!

I’d proved it wasn’t a one-off. Given the thrill, it's more likely to be a daily occurrence, but the laundry might get a bit excessive! I’ve got to do it more and I hope I might have the courage to do it outside. God, can you imagine the feeling of walking down the street in sodden jeans? I can!

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