Greetings perverts, degenerates, and other depraved kink addicts!
All characters in this story are grown adults over the age of eighteen.
As with most things that I write, this series takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about std's, or the need for birth control.
This is the start of new series of fetish and kink focused short stories.
No sequels or continuations in this series, although I may use some of the same characters from time to time.
These short stories will each highlight a different kink or fetish that I want to explore in story form, or that a reader requests.
Nothing within Literotica's story submission guidelines will be off-limits for you to suggest.
Although I can't promise that my writing skill will be up to tackling all suggestions, I promise to at least consider every request.
Anal, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, roleplays, group sex, threesomes, swinging, swapping, sex toys, masturbation, romance, science fiction, and horror are just a few of the topics I'd consider putting into a story in this series.
If you have a suggestion don't hold back!
Feel free to suggest character names, scenarios, places, and things like time of year or holiday settings.
I hope you enjoy this first entry into a familiar kink of mine. And if diapers and wetting aren't your thing, keep checking back because I want to stretch outside my comfort zone and really explore with this series!
IsabellaEmily
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"It's too cold, Izzy." Shelly laughed. "I don't want to get out of bed."
"I feel the same way." I agreed. "It's too warm and cozy right here to face the day."
She snuggled against me, and I felt her hot breath on my neck.
I closed my eyes and stroked her hair, thinking back to what we'd done last night.
After a double date with a lot of teasing and sexual banter, we had ended up going down on each other's dates, before letting them each fuck us doggystyle while we kissed each other with cock on our breath.
We'd let each one finish in our mouths, one after the other, swapping, spitting, and sharing each load of semen with a lot of moaning and tongue play.
The best part was the guys thought this was a spontaneous event created by drinking, flirting, and dancing.
They had no clue that Shelly and I had swapped partners before with other guys, and that we sometimes slept in the same bed, masturbating together, or fingering each other, or even orally pleasing each other when the mood struck us.
Last night had been fun, but after the guys dropped us off, at our respective apartments in the same building, I'd left my seventh-floor apartment and knocked on Shelly's door down on the third floor.
She had happily let me in, and it turned out she was as in need of a romantic and soapy shower as much as I was, and with lots of scrubbing, giggling, and kissing, she and I got cleaned up.
Afterwards we'd crawled into her bed with soft music playing and cuddled ourselves to sleep.
And now we'd both been awake just a few minutes, reluctant to get out of the warm bed.
Eventually though, the pressure in my bladder and the fact that I'd slept so soundly convinced me that I couldn't afford to stay snuggled up under the blankets for much longer.
I stirred and started to slide out from under the covers, but Shelly reached out and took my hand.
"Are you going to make me a cup of coffee with cocoa and just a hint of vanilla?" she asked sweetly.
"If that's something you want this early in the morning." I laughed. "But not right away. I have to pee first."
"Wait!" she grabbed my arm as I started to move away from the bed.
I stopped, one foot on the floor and half sitting up, feeling her fingers gripping my arm as I stared at the outline of her in the dark room.
"Can we do what we did a few weeks ago?" she whispered.
"What was that?" I whispered back at her.
"When we peed together?" she answered softly.
We hadn't spoken of it since, but a few weeks ago, with a candle providing the only light in the room, Shelly and I had showered upstairs in my apartment, lathering each other up and spending a long time kissing under the hot water.
Like last night it had been as much romantic as it was sexual, but halfway through I'd pulled away from her soapy embrace.
"I'm sorry but I have to get out for a minute." I'd murmured. "I have to pee."
"I just pee in the shower when I have to go." Shelly whispered. "It's easy to clean up, it saves water, and it's fun in a naughty sort of way."
"What are you saying?" I'd asked with a giggle. "Are you suggesting that I should pee right here?"