I’m inside my apartment playing a cheeky game. I’m wearing a grey t-shirt, a tight pair of maroon leggings, and my cute little feet are bare. I’m sat cross legged on the hard wooden floor of the living room, and am about to play something I like to call the 100 question desperation challenge. Basically I have to go through a list of a hundred questions online, and answer them...it’s fun, and a great way for people to get to know me even better! But the naughty side of me always likes to spice things up a little, and in my version, I like to add a new twist...I’m going to be guzzling lots of...

I’m inside my apartment playing a cheeky game. I’m wearing a grey t-shirt, a tight pair of maroon leggings, and my cute little feet are bare. I’m sat cross legged on the hard wooden floor of the living room, and am about to play something I like to call the 100 question desperation challenge. Basically I have to go through a list of a hundred questions online, and answer them...it’s fun, and a great way for people to get to know me even better! But the naughty side of me always likes to spice things up a little, and in my version, I like to add a new twist...I’m going to be guzzling lots of refreshments as I go along, so that my bladder gets ever fuller with every question that I answer! I make a start, and even though my bladder is by no means empty from the outset, I’m no beginner and I progress with relative ease. But it doesn’t take long for all this to change, and as the questions pile up, I start to feel more and more desperate, and it’s all I can do to keep my mind on the task at hand! I’m soon wriggling and squirming about on the floor, and it’s plain to see how difficult this is becoming. Before I get to the magic hundred, my bladder suddenly gives way, as I just can’t take anymore. A golden jet bursts through my leggings, soaking them through and making a huge puddle on the floor where I’m sitting. The leggings were tight before, but now they are wet through they are clinging to me like a vice, and my crotch and the inside of my thighs are totally saturated. But the release of the pressure on my bladder feels wonderful, and even though I haven’t quite passed the challenge with top marks, I’m proud of how far I’ve got. (You will have to tune in to find out exactly how I did...maybe you can have a go yourself and see if you can beat me!) But I want to carry on to the last question anyway. After all, it’s a great excuse to carry on sitting in the wet puddle I’ve made, and listen to my bum squelch and feel the wetness between my toes ;)