Private Fountains, Volume 4

By Jeremy Edwards

When it comes to telling sensuous, tasteful, yet unabashedly explicit tales about women who love to give their lovers "golden showers," put on a wet show, or just turn themselves on in private with a little damp solo fun, acclaimed erotica writer Jeremy Edwards is without equal. Devotees of stories about happy, pleasure-loving women for whom "wetter is better" will see at once that this is an author who speaks their language. And readers who are new to fiction that celebrates the erotic delights of holding on and letting go will see what they've been missing the moment they meet Edwards' sexy, seductive heroines.

"Private Fountains, Volume 4" contains 11 short stories: Release; Co-Education; Night of Treats; Beer or Wine?; Quick Tinkles (a collection of flash fiction pieces); Detour; After Tennis; Microminiclimates; “I Bet You Looked Hot”; One Afternoon Near Sherwood Forest; The Woman Who Loved to Pee; and is approximately 15,400 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 1001 Nights Press
• Release date: May 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476179636

Jeremy Edwards

Described by the Erotica Readers & Writers Association as “one of the most original and amusing erotic authors around,” Jeremy Edwards (www.jeremyedwardserotica.com) is the author of some one hundred fifty erotic short stories and two erotocomedic novels, Rock My Socks Off and The Pleasure Dial (IPPY Bronze Medalist, 2014). His work has been published by Clean Sheets, Cleis Press, Coming Together, The Erotic Woman, Excessica, FeatherLit, Fishnet, Forum (UK), Go Deeper Press, HarperCollins UK, LadyLit, 1001 Nights Press, Oysters & Chocolate, Penguin, Racy Pages, Ruthie’s Club, Scarlet, Seal Press, Simon & Schuster, and Xcite Books, and in five volumes of The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Jeremy has been a featured reader at In the Flesh and Essensuality in New York, the Erotic Literary Salon in Philadelphia, and the Rochester Erotic Arts Festival.

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Private Fountains, Volume 4

Copyright © 2012 by Jeremy Edwards.

Edited by Sharazade for 1001 Nights Press. Cover design by Willsin Rowe.

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This story contains sexually explicit acts involving consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

Table of Contents

Release

Co-Education

Night of Treats

Beer or Wine?

Quick Tinkles

Detour

After Tennis

Microminiclimates

I Bet You Looked Hot

One Afternoon Near Sherwood Forest

The Woman Who Loved to Pee

Release

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon, Lynne’s pussy is on fire, and all she can think about is whether Julie is going to pee her shorts.

Her redheaded lover looks impossibly, irresistibly cute with that extra wiggle in her ass, serving the beers and mentioning to Lynne, in between customers, how emphatically she needs to pee. Mentioning it with a sexy smile, and not with any hint of discomfort. Mentioning it and mentioning it … but not doing anything about it. She undoubtedly knows Lynne could cover if she took a break; but clearly she’s having fun making herself wait—and making sure Lynne knows about it.

She’s done this to Lynne before. Julie absolutely loves to turn herself on by holding it until she’s a pussy hair’s breadth away from wetting herself, and it drives Lynne wild to watch her indulge in that kink—which, of course, turns Julie on even more. What makes it so perfect is that Julie knows her limits and is completely in control: if she ever lost control, like it seems she’s on the verge of doing now, that outcome would be intentional as well. Intentional … and, in Lynne’s opinion, fucking fabulous to watch.

Lynne is no stranger herself to autoerotic pee games. Like her girlfriend, she can hold it quite a long time without distress; and, in her last job, she discovered that a busy shift behind the bar could provide a good excuse to wait until one was practically dribbling in one’s panties. She found it especially delicious when she went out to deliver drinks to the tables. When she arrived at the elbow of some cute customer, stepping gingerly with tray in hand, she would wonder whether it would excite the cutie to know that she seriously needed a piss: that standing inches away in her shorts and fishnets, Lynne was keeping it in—and loving it—while she dispensed the drinks and collected the cash, and getting more and more horny the longer she squeezed her thighs together.

They are a well-matched pair of girlfriends indeed, thinks Lynne, while she watches Julie’s ass wiggle.

* * *

She recalls proudly that the two of them even met with their knickers down, peeing in side-by-side stalls in the employee restrooms. Lynne was lost in one of those moments where watering away into the toilet just felt so damn good, she couldn’t help saying so. Ooh, that’s nice, were her exact words.

She knew someone had come into the stall next door right after she’d closed the door to her own—but she was so carried away by the sensuous bliss of her well-earned piddle, she didn’t care. She’d already been aroused when she dashed in to hurry her panties down and lower herself to the seat, and the intensity of the experience had only grown from there.

The laughter-tinted voice that responded to her vocalization brought her back to reality. Whoever you are, it sounds like you enjoy peeing almost as much as I do.

Lynne was about to reply, through her blushes and her surging libido … but suddenly the woman next door was