She'd fantasised about it a million times, and it was probably her favourite porn subject matter... in fact, she'd lost count of the number of times she'd frigged herself to orgasm whilst watching it on screen.
But she'd never had the courage to try it for herself.
Until one day... she was alone at home... she'd just brought herself to a wet squirting climax with her favourite porn clips playing in the background.
She tentatively put on a pair of cute cotton panties and her favourite cut-off denim shorts. The ones she only wore when she was feeling particularly sexy and daring.
And then she stood, with her legs slightly apart, in the middle of her hard-wood floor living room.
She sighed contentedly as she felt the first flush of warmth spreading through her panties and shorts... as the amber liquid trickled past her thighs and down her legs there was a definite feel of eroticism, but there was still a pang... an undertone of embarrassment.
When she was done... she stepped away, and as she saw the yellow puddle slowly spreading in front of her, she quickly tore off some kitchen paper and hurriedly cleaned the mess, blushing furiously as shame coursed through her.
Later that night, she lay in bed, her mind in a turmoil of confusion as she remembered both her arousal and embarrassment. But the memory of the moment... that undeniable eroticism... she couldn't stop her fingers creeping inside her pyjama bottoms, where she felt a wetness of a different kind, as she brought herself to orgasm.
When she was done she curled up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.
Six months later
She smiled coquettishly at Sam... her boyfriend... her lover... her partner in kink... and her Daddy. Well sometimes. When she was around him she was all things... princess... masochist... slut... babygirl... no matter her mood... he made her feel like she was the only one... his only one.
And now Sam, in post-coital haze asked her if she had any fantasies... to share a secret with him...to open up. Oh she had shared... she had shared all her filthy desires... the need to be bitten, slapped, and choked... the dirty fantasies of gangbangs and stranger sex... the curiosities about being tied and tortured.
But Sam wanted more... he wanted her vulnerabilities... the fantasies she was even afraid to admit to herself.
And there, in the comfort of the darkened room, and enveloped by the love she knew Sam bore her, she whispered into his chest her secret... the shameful eroticism she found in peeing her panties.
Sam couldn't believe his ears... and his eyes almost floodlit the room.
He kissed his girl sensuously and urgently on the mouth, hungrily devouring her, and thrust his ramrod cock deep inside of her with a passion that took her breath away.
When their panting orgasms subsided, Sam turned to her "thank you... thank you... for sharing that with me... it's long been a fantasy of mine, but I didn't want to scare you away... we can explore this together... if you'd like to, that is."
And in the sex-filled darkness, she replied in a small voice... "yes... I'd like to... but my way."
Over the following few weeks, Sam cultivated her fantasy... taking it one step at a time. His sweet girl enjoyed the warmth of the releasing flow but could not move past the associated shame and humiliation. To her, losing control, letting herself pee, was the ultimate shame.
Sam nurtured her... each time she let a little go... each time she surrendered to him in any way... each time she let him watch her pee... or left the bathroom door open... each time she peed in the shower... he'd kiss her and tell her how proud he was of her.
And now, with no prompting from him, she was starting to tell him every time she needed to pee. Not asking for permission, just a sweet statement "Daddy, I gotta go pee."
Sam knew that she needed time... time to be comfortable enough to pee her panties in front of him... and he was willing to wait as long as she needed.
It was a rare Friday morning where neither Sam nor his girl had to go to work, and they were looking forward to spending a long sexy weekend together.
Sam woke up early to finish a proposal that was due in first thing Monday morning. He wanted to get it out of the way, so that they could spend the weekend uninterrupted.
He tiptoed out of the bedroom so as not to wake his girl, he smiled affectionately as he saw her sleeping so adorably, her hair swept across her face, and her thumb just on the edge of her mouth. She was becoming so much more comfortable being his little girl and he loved her for it.
He stepped silently towards the bed, stroked her hair moving it gently behind her ear and kissed her forehead. She sighed softly in her sleep.
Sam was working diligently for about an hour, when she padded out of the bedroom wearing nothing but her cute frilly shorty pyjamas, her eyes slightly bleary, and sat down on the couch next to him. She leaned gently on his shoulder.
After about five minutes, she started caressing him... her fingers walking up his arm, as her other hand gently rubbed his thigh. She leaned into him and breathlessly whispered, "Daddy, I wanna play."
Without lifting his eyes from his laptop, his fingers still clicking on the keyboard, "I'm almost done here my sweet girl... and then we can do whatever you want."
"Okay," she pouted and leaned back on the couch.
Five minutes later...
"Daddy... I..."
"Five more minutes, sweet girl,"
