Soaked

By Vivian Wilde

Sam loves the desperation of having to take a long, slow pee. The bounce, pinned knees, and then the warm spritz peppering her panties as she squats just in time to relieve herself over her seven acres of land. But when a voyeur presents himself to join in the fun, she finds her confidence waning.

He has such control of his bladder and is far from pee shy. Feeling more than inadequate, Sam accepts his invitation to teach her how to control her urge, but the voyeur wants her to do far more than relieve herself. He wants to be relieved too!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Wilde
• Release date: May 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498966306

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Chapter 1

I opened the door to seven acres of freedom. Bruno didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it. I followed after him, each bounce of his trot making him closer to choosing a spot.

He sniffed the grass, stuck his nose in leaves, and ran his snout across bark. Nowhere was good enough. He’d marked them all before. With so much area, not many challenged his territory, which was why we walked farther and farther out each day.

I stuck a hand in my panties pocket and pinched the lips of my pussy together. A few drops peppered my hand. Just a little longer. Oh, how he tortured me and didn’t even know it.

Come on, boy, I said. Pick a spot.

He cocked his head towards me. Right when I thought he’d understood my annoyance, he took off into the brush.

I cursed under my breath and patted the folds of my aching mound, as if that would stop me from pissing my pants right here.

The thought of feeling a part of me trickle down my leg and pool in my shoe swelled my clit just enough to make it protrude from between my labias. I thought about other things to regain its slack but it was impossible. At least it’d help me hold out until I found Bruno.

I pushed back brush with one hand while the other held tighter to the part of me that wanted to burst. Its warmth massaged it in simple strokes, teasing my swollen clit. Just how I liked it.

Any other day, this trick would’ve sufficed but I’d never ventured out this far. Bruno always stopped to lift his leg by now. Where the hell was that mutt?

Bruno? I said. My voice came out a