Pee Desperation Story Novels & Stories

When someone behind me left, he went to sit down there. He told me that this was his first time attending this class and that he had no idea he needed to reserve a seat in advance. He sat beside me because he thought that seat wasn't taken. We got to know each other because of this misunderstanding. Ever since then, we kept on happening across each other, and we gradually became closer. From classmates, we became friends, then lovers. I came with him to the Black Moon Pack to build our careers, hoping that we could build a home together there.

"But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice." Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?" Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk. Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year." His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."

“You won’t live long enough to report anyone if you ever come near Piper again.” He shudders visibly, but then his face twists in desperation. “You don’t understand!” he cries. “I can’t just let her go! I’ve spent all my savings on this wedding. Everything I have is gone! I’ve put all my hopes on her inheritance. I’ve been fired from my job, and I need her money to pay off my gambling debts. I don’t have anything else!”

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

she muttered. “Yes, we both promised never to keep secrets away from each other. But ever since you got pregnant, you have changed. Sometimes, you become lost in thought, sometimes you just yell at every slightest thing, most times, you lose it, Lisa. This is not you, we were supposed to be a happy couple after the arrival of baby May, but it’s turning out to be the opposite. Speak to me, is it postpartum depression? Yeah, I know I’ve not always been there for you because of work, but the few times I’m with you, I’ve been sailing this boat with you. Through the stormy nights, we’ve both been sailing through safely. Speak to me, my love, what is troubling you? Is there anything you’re not tel

He demands, moving his hands to my shoulders and forcing me to get on my knees. Tears start to fall from my eyes as my back slowly slides down the wall. I hated this about him. He was caring when we first met, but then after a few weeks, he started this. It was only when I got the call that I finally got the courage to end things. As my knees made contact with the pavement, I kept looking at the door, hoping someone would come out. Ted Seeing Jasmine come back to the table without Destiny, I started to get worried. "Where's D?" I asked as she looked behind her.

It hurt so much my knees gave out. My whole body shook. I stumbled toward my mother's room. It was empty. A single letter rested on the pillow. My hands trembled as I opened it. [Dear Wilde,] [Don't be sad. Mom is just going to see your dad again.] [Mara is right. A life-saving debt is the hardest debt to repay. She saved me twice. Without her, I would've died a long time ago. But that debt is mine, not yours.] [You have your own future ahead of you. Don't let gratitude become your chains. Keep moving forward. Live a happy life.]

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

He voiced out “See how shameless you are begging for my dick while my wife's away.” Shock hits me while I hold my mouth to avoid a gasp as my knees buckle. “This must be a dream, pleassses tell me it is a dream but it wasn't because how can Jim do this to us.” I whisper while my suitcase slips from my fingers thuddling softly but they don't hear over their grunts. “How long? Who is she?” I murmured. I want to burst into scream and throw something while anger takes over me. “That bastard. After all we have built the promises, with the late nights supporting each other.”

He studies me again, long enough to make me uncomfortable, then he asks, “How many hours do you have left?” The question catches me off guard, “What?” “Before your father throws you out.” Every humor drains from my face. How…..how does he know that? I swallow, “Twenty-four hours.” His expression doesn’t change, “So you are desperate.” The word cuts through me like a blade. And I hate it. Desperation. “I'm not desperate.” “You offered two million dollars to marry a stranger so you are.” I open my mouth to argue, and close it back, damn it. I hate that he’s right. I really am desperate.