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Sofia Bane
The Princess and the Pee (F/F Watersports)
The Princess and the Pee (F/F Watersports)
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Homecoming princess Holly is normally perfectly poised, but on the morning of the homecoming parade her fellow princess Naya gets to see her lose control with a wetting accident outdoors. Good thing they realize they were both turned on by the desperation and wetting -- a mutual dare at the dance ensures their panties are going to be wet under their gowns! Warning: this 4400 word story contains f/f watersports, desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, and oral; adults only!
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Excerpt:
She grinned. “Make you a deal.” She took two glasses of champagne from the bartender’s table behind us, and handed me one. “I’ll match you drink for drink tonight. No bathrooms.”
Oh god. “Kinky,” I complimented her. “And then we’ll ruin our dresses?”
She picked at her floor-length dress, subtle draping filling out the shape of the skirt. “These dresses can hide a multitude of sins, I’m sure.”
Suddenly I liked formalwear a lot more, thinking of wet panties underneath it. “You’re on,” I agreed. “Cheers.” I raised my champagne glass and Holly tapped it with your own.
And then we drifted apart for a good part of the evening: I found my rugby teammates, and she found her social work classmates. We would only catch one another’s gaze often enough to lift a glass and raise our eyebrows. A dirty, thrilling secret between us.
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Excerpt:
She grinned. “Make you a deal.” She took two glasses of champagne from the bartender’s table behind us, and handed me one. “I’ll match you drink for drink tonight. No bathrooms.”
Oh god. “Kinky,” I complimented her. “And then we’ll ruin our dresses?”
She picked at her floor-length dress, subtle draping filling out the shape of the skirt. “These dresses can hide a multitude of sins, I’m sure.”
Suddenly I liked formalwear a lot more, thinking of wet panties underneath it. “You’re on,” I agreed. “Cheers.” I raised my champagne glass and Holly tapped it with your own.
And then we drifted apart for a good part of the evening: I found my rugby teammates, and she found her social work classmates. We would only catch one another’s gaze often enough to lift a glass and raise our eyebrows. A dirty, thrilling secret between us.
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