Pee Perverts: Desperate at the Dentist – New eBook available on Amazon

Pee Perverts: Desperate at the Dentist
Abigail Thornton’s ‘Pee Perverts: Desperate at the Dentist’ eBook

Pee Perverts: Desperate at the Dentist by Abigail Thornton

Anna Townsend loves all things related to piss and she’s eager to find someone to share her fetish. Until she finds that special someone, Anna is happy going solo. Her desperation games have become more and more risky, threatening to literally spill over in public but it’s a lock-in at the dentist which provides Anna with the opportunity she’s been waiting for.

As Anna pretends to lose control of her bladder, unexpected opportunities for more wet fun present themselves… and Anna is determined to take full advantage.

The Pee Perverts: Desperate at the Dentist ebook is available now on and

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Last Bus From Planet Earth – New eBook Available from Amazon

Last Bus From Planet Earth
Abigail Thornton’s ‘Last Bus From Planet Earth’ eBook

Last Bus From Planet Earth by Abigail Thornton

When Adam Jenkins sprints after a bus leaving Aldgate bus station, he’s shocked when it comes to a halt and waits to pick him up… and not just because the bus stops without bothering to slow down first. It’s an odd bus, populated by odd people and it takes a very odd route out of London, given that it’s a Number 42 service. Rather than heading down Mansell Street towards the Bricklayer’s Arms, it slips into Daemon Space and heads out towards a Bus Station orbiting the ruins of a once-beautiful planet.

This 9000 word short story tells the tale of why the bus stopped and why the contents of Adam’s underpants are now in serious danger.

The Last Bus From Planet Earth ebook is available now on and

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Pee Perverts: American Pee – New eBook available on Amazon

Pee Perverts: Caught Short in the Boy's Bathroom
Abigail Thornton’s ‘Pee Perverts: American Pee’ eBook

Pee Perverts: American Pee by Abigail Thornton

Elliot Webb’s life is in limbo as he waits for the sale of his house to go through following the breakdown of a long-term relationship. He’s been forced to move back in with his parents and it is here that he meets Amy, his sister’s American pen friend. After another night of heavy drinking, Amy bursts into the bathroom while Elliot is trying cope with a new day. By the time she leaves the bathroom, Amy thinks she has discovered a new playmate for her wet games while Elliot thinks he has found a girl who can get him out of his rut. Realising that time is running short, they need to take advantage of each other at every opportunity… even on a family outing to a gallery.

The Pee Perverts: American Pee ebook is available now on and

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Pee Perverts: Caught Short in the Boy’s Bathroom – New eBook on Amazon

Pee Perverts: Caught Short in the Boy's Bathroom
Abigail Thornton’s ‘Pee Perverts: Caught Short in the Boy’s Bathroom’ eBook

Pee Perverts: Caught Short in the Boy’s Bathroom by Abigail Thornton

Alice Bishop had never suspected that she had a pee fetish, so her reaction at being surrounded by men peeing came as a complete surprise to her, as did the desire to deliberately empty her bladder without pulling her knickers down first – or even reaching the privacy of a cubicle.

It gets even wetter when Alice confesses what she is thinking to Chloe. Chloe might have dragged Alice into the Boy’s Bathroom to save getting wet but she gets more than she bargained for as her friend’s dirty thoughts become dirty demands.

The Pee Perverts: Caught Short in the Boy’s Bathroom ebook is available now at and

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Pee Perverts: Even More Kitchen Kink – New ebook on Amazon

Pee Perverts: Even More Kitchen Kink
Abigail Thornton’s ‘Pee Perverts: Even More Kitchen Kink’ eBook

Pee Perverts: Even More Kitchen Kink by Abigail Thornton

Matthew Smith is living a lie. His previously quiet life has been transformed by Alexa, a girl so far out of Matt’s league he’s prepared to do anything to hold onto her. Maybe. Alexa thinks she is indulging Matt’s love of wet sex but he only ever really wanted to collect piss porn. Matt liked the idea of a girl peeing on him – that was until he found a girl who might actually do it. Now he’s not so sure.

In this third episode of the Kitchen Kink series, Matt finds out what it will take to hold onto Alexa as she reveals perversions of her own. How far will Matt go to hold onto his girl?

This sequel to ‘More Kitchen Kink’ is a short story of about 6200 words.

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Wet, Wet, Wet – New Kindle ebook

Wet, Wet, Wet: Three Erotic Short Stories
Abigail Thornton’s ‘Wet, Wet, Wet: Three Erotic Short Stories’ eBook

Wet, Wet, Wet by Abigail Thornton

This ebook contains three short stories, each with a distinctly wet theme: Wet and Wild, Fit For Work & Rainy Day Lovers.

In ‘Wet and Wild’, Alice takes her friend to explore a remote building known as the ‘shagging shed’. As the rain pours outside, the doors are locked and members of an exclusive club get to welcome a new member in a very special, intimate way.

‘Fit For Work’ sees Stacey forced to cycle to work. As she struggles against the wind, rain and traffic she meets Jake, a hunk of muscle with a rather large bulge in his shorts. Follow Stacey as she investigates how much of Jake’s lump is padding and how much is love muscle.

‘Rainy Day Lovers’ sees Clare soaked to the skin on her way to work. Richard makes an offer so that she won’t have to sit in soggy jeans all day… but as Charlotte teases her work colleague, is the offer as innocent as it seems?

This collection of short stories totals 11 600 words.

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Pee Perverts: More Kitchen Kink (New Kindle ebook on Amazon)

Pee Perverts: More Kitchen Kink
Abigail Thornton’s ‘Pee Perverts: More Kitchen Kink’ eBook

Pee Perverts: More Kitchen Kink by Abigail Thornton

This ebook is available now at and

In this sequel to Kitchen Kink, Matthew Smith, a shy lad living in the shadow of Becky, his older sister, is coming to terms with a life which has been turned upside down by Alexa, Becky’s glamorous friend.

Alexa has discovered Matt’s love of wet sex and rather than run off to tell the world (or worse, his sister) the object of Matt’s fantasies has chosen to indulge some of his secret desires. Is it possible that Alexa will do the things that Matt has previously only seen in clips on the internet? And is that what he really wants?

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Pee Perverts: Plumbing Problems (New Kindle ebook on Amazon)

Pee Perverts: Plumbing Problems
Abigail Thornton’s ‘Pee Perverts: Plumbing Problems’ eBook

Pee Perverts: Plumbing Problems by Abigail Thornton

This ebook is available now at and

Cora Jenkins is enjoying the freedoms of owning her own house. She worries that her neighbours will hear just how much she is enjoying herself as she starts the day in bed with her favourite hairbrush (as her sex toys are still packed away somewhere in a box labelled “bedroom equipment”.)

After playing a dangerous game of pee desperation, Cora answers the door in the hope that it will be her plumber. It’s not but Jake is tall, dark and handsome and although he teases Cora like an older brother, he is willing to try anything to make Cora happy.

Find out what makes Cora happy in ‘Pee Perverts: Plumbing Problems’

This is a short story of about 8900 words.

It’s not just the pipes that are bursting.

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WetAndPissy – A Pee Pervert’s Review of Golden Hair Balsam starring Alyssa Reece

Alyssa Reece Golden Hair Balsam

Alyssa Reece – Still Dry

Alyssa Reece pissing over and over again – what more could a Pee Pervert ask for? I have to say that I’ve been looking forward to seeing this video for weeks. Alyssa Reece is a genuine Pee Pervert and this video shows off her pee fetish to the max. She starts by telling us that she’s been in a very playful mood all day – and when Alyssa Reece is in a playful mood while filming a scene for, you know that what follows is going to be special.

Alyssa and I met briefly and have kept in touch ever since. I know she was excited for this shoot because she told me but it’s obvious from the moment you see her – Alyssa Reece on film with a full bladder… you know she’s going to have some pissy fun and here she’s been good enough to share it with us. She’s wearing skin-tight jeans which get wet within the first 30 seconds. When Alyssa places her hand over her pussy as the pee starts leaking out, you know she isn’t trying to hold it in.

Alyssa Reece wearing Wet Jeans

Alyssa Reece Pissing In Her Jeans

As Alyssa perches atop a glass table, she releases squirt after squirt of piss into her khaki-coloured jeans and as the camera moves under the glass, we get to hear Alyssa peeing as well watching it pool around her knee. Alyssa sighs happily as she lies down in her puddle of piss before peeling her jeans away to expose her pussy. She tries to pee while maintaining this inverted position but her bladder refuses to co-operate, so Alyssa strips her jeans off completely and goes back to kneeling on the table, from where she fires a stream off piss onto the floor.

Remembering the title of this video, it’s possible to guess what comes next as Alyssa pulls the tie from her hair. We cut to Alyssa squatting astride a glass decanter which Alyssa rapidly fills with piss. The camera work is fabulous and we are treated to views looking up through the glass table as Alyssa starts peeing but finish with a close-up for the final trickle of urine.

Alyssa plays with a straw in the shape of a miniature (and I mean microscopic) cock, which she uses to distribute urine over her body, starting with her boobs and stomach but moving to her pussy via her a brief hair-wetting. She then fucks herself with the tiny piss-spurting cock before pouring the pissy contents of the decanter over her hair and body.

Having given herself a fabulous pissy shampoo, Alyssa empties the rest of the decanter over her bum and then swivels around and around on the table, using her pee for lubrication. She is soaked from head to toe and her hair looks fab as she takes a handful and plays with her pussy as the camera moves under the table once again.

Alyssa is ready to pee again and spins round to spread her pussy for us as the camera slides in for a close-up. Alyssa giggles to herself as she uses the tiny cock on herself again and manages to pee while it is still inside her. As we approach the 25 minute mark, Alyssa masturbates her way to a muscle-burning orgasm while the mini blue cock nestles in the entrance of her vagina. Alyssa shows her gratitude to the little toy by licking it clean before the camera breaks away.

As a finale, we close in between Alyssa spread legs and catch a face-full of her piss – well the camera does! Alyssa apologises before trying again. “My aim is not that good,” she says, having directed a second stream right at the camera. I love the way Alyssa does this – the fun she’s having with her pee. She concludes by confessing, “So… this has always been something that I’ve wanted to do… a secret fantasy of mine and now I’ve finally done it.” Alyssa had a great time filming this scene and I’m sure that you Pee Perverts out there will have just as much fun watching it.

The camera gets a piss wash from Alyssa Reece

The camera gets a piss wash from Alyssa Reece

Alyssa Reece has already firmly established herself as a Pee Pervert. If you want to see sexy solo pee play head over to and watch Alyssa’s Golden Hair Balsam trailer. If you prefer to read about pee play, have a look at my Pee Pervert’s ebooks.

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How I Kissed Alyssa Reece

It’s hard to resist Alyssa Reece. Well, it’s impossible – but I was hardly going to tell my boyfriend that. I didn’t know she was a porn star when I met her. Or rather bumped into her. I was in a hurry; she hadn’t seen the bag hanging from my shoulder and as we squeezed past each other, she ended-up wearing the coffee she’d just bought rather than drinking it.

“Oh my God,” we screeched simultaneously. The perfect matching of our words made us both smile even as Alyssa did her best to detach her scalding clothing from her body. Without thinking, I grabbed a bunch of napkins and dabbed at the previously-white top. Alyssa let me do it – even when the top had cooled and it clung like a second skin over her breasts and torso. Thinking back, there was something defiant about the way she stood with her body on display – but you never really suspect that someone might be a porn star. It’s not something you think. What I was thinking was, “Mmmm, nice top.”

I picked-up my bags, had a quick rummage then held an identical white tank top against my chest, as though trying it for size against a mirror. “I’ve just bought this, I think we’re about the same size.” Alyssa clocked the identical top and we shared another of those smiles.

“Thanks – but I think I got this.”

“I insist,” I said, swapping Alyssa’s empty coffee cup for my new top. “Just give yours a quick rinse under the tap. It’ll be fine after a wash.” There was undeniable logic.

“I thought you were in a hurry?”

“I was,” I said, with a shrug. “But my train’s on platform 14 and I don’t run. Not in these.” Alyssa looked down.

“Manolo Blahniks. Nice.” Alyssa touched her booted toe against mine. They weren’t a match but they weren’t far off. This time the shared smile grew into a grin. “I’m Alyssa, by the way.”

“Abigail. Well, Abi.” We shuffled bags and clothes awkwardly so we could shake, making us both giggle at the ridiculous formality. There was something that made us pause, hand-in-hand; it was as though we were re-connecting rather than meeting for the first time. “So, how do you take your coffee?” I murmured.

“Unsweetened; almond milk.” There was a hesitation as we carried on looking at each other. I wanted to ask questions about Alyssa: about her accent; about what she was doing in Manchester and a hundred other things but I had a peculiar feeling as though I somehow already knew the answers.

“Erm… I’ll just go and…” we said simultaneously. The only difference was that Alyssa’s thumb was pointing towards the toilets whereas mine was pointing towards the counter. We grinned in a way that should have felt stupid but didn’t and then went our separate ways.

“Do you want vanilla, chocolate or plain almond milk?” I cringed as I drew my focus back to the lad taking my order. Stop daydreaming, Abi!!

“I’m sorry?” There’s something bewildering about ordering drinks from these places. I’m an adult. I should be perfectly capable of ordering a coffee but I’ve always found it like being in some kind of medieval torture chamber when they start asking questions.

“The almond milk?” he clarified, with a patronising undertone. The undertone clicked something in my head. I started collecting details. His name badge said, ‘Julian’; skinny, about the same height as me. Was it possible for someone with that much acne to shave? “Do you want vanilla, chocolate or plain?” Julian paused after each of the flavours on offer. I smiled sweetly as he belittled me. I was going to kill Julian; he was going to die a particularly painful and brutal death. Perhaps he had an unknown but extreme allergy to vanilla? I was willing to test my theory.

“Plain,” I decided. “Thanks, Julian,” I said, as he huffed his way through preparing the drinks. Perhaps the floor behind the counter was very slippery? And all those sharp edges…

That’s the beauty of being a writer – I can kill anyone I want and no-one will ever know. Even Julian was unlikely to notice when I killed him by brutally inserting a vanilla pod up his…

“Hi,” Alyssa said, having slid in unnoticed beside me. “What’s so funny?” I write about people having sex, so there has been a lot of inserting things in various orifices… but I’d never inserted a vanilla pod anywhere. Note to self: insert vanilla pod. Perhaps Alyssa would do it for me? Alyssa and Julian? I shuddered involuntarily. No way would I do that to her… Alyssa was nice.

“Nothing,” I said. “I was just thinking about something.” It was probably best that I didn’t admit to a perfect stranger that I was smiling while plotting about us killing Julian. I looked down at Alyssa’s chest. “It’s a good fit.” I thought it best not to mention Alyssa’s nipples.

“Thanks.” Alyssa did a little half turn to show off the top. It looked much better on her than it had on me and certainly better than the sad, soggy white material dangling from her fingers. “I did my best,” Alyssa said apologetically, stretching the material for me to see. An impatient ‘tut’ made me turn back to Julian. He was so getting dead. Brutally dead. I had a sudden thought.

“I got you the plain almond milk, I hope that’s OK?”

“Perfect. Thanks, Abi.”

“There you go, Abi,” Julian said, mocking Alyssa’s accent while handing over my change.

“What’s his problem?” Alyssa asked, as I steered her away from Julian’s acne.

“He’s an arsehole.” I said the last word loud enough to make the heads in the queue turn.

“Arse-hole.” Alyssa tried the word out with a much exaggerated British pronunciation. “Asshole,” she snapped in her native accent. The second way was much quicker. North American but not American – it was softer.

“Is that a Canadian accent?” Alyssa’s head tilted to the side and she looked at me intently over our table.

“You know, Abi, you’re the first person over here to pick out that. Everyone assumes I’m American.”

“I’ve been over to Canada; West coast, starting in Vancouver.”

“My home,” Alyssa replied, with a nod.

“Really? We stayed at the Listel on Robson Street. There was a pancake place a couple of blocks down…”

“Café Crepe,” Alyssa murmured, as she took a sip of coffee.

“Mmmm,” I sighed a little dreamily. It had seemed rude not to stop off for a pancake whenever we’d been going back to the hotel. I’d tried more than my fair share of toppings and had loved each and every one of them. My stomach growled its approval at the culinary memory and I flushed with embarrassment. Alyssa was laughing at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement behind the cup she was gripping with both hands. “We did a lot of walking,” I protested. “I needed the energy.” My legs hummed with expectation as I thought back to Stanley Park and the Grouse Grind. “I loved Vancouver.”

We settled into an easy conversation about the places we’d travelled; our favourite sights – Prague, Vienna and Italy. “I really must go to the loo, or I’m going to pee in my pants,” Alyssa complained after another bought of laughter. I couldn’t help the thoughts that clouded my mind as Alyssa skipped off around the tables and disappeared into the Ladies. In my mind, she didn’t make it. I pictured a dark, wet patch blossoming down the inner thighs of Alyssa’s jeans. Again something familiar… a memory tugging from somewhere…

“I really am turning into a pee pervert,” I thought. My eyes scanned the room. Apparently, five to ten percent of the general population are into any given fetish… which meant one or two of the people in this coffee bar got pleasure from some form of pee play. Given the small number of people in the coffee bar, I was probably the only one – but hopefully not.

I smiled as I looked across at a platform full of people waiting for the doors to open on their train. There were probably dozens of us pee perverts right here… if only we knew. My bladder throbbed eagerly as I thought about doing something very naughty right where I was sitting. Perhaps Julian would have to clear up after me? Now that would be worth seeing.

“You’ve got that naughty smile again, Abigail,” Alyssa chided, sliding back into her chair. I shrugged.

“I’m a naughty kind o’ gal.” I hoped that my imitation of a Canadian accent had been better than Julian’s. Alyssa laughed in a head-thrown-back release of joy which had heads turning towards us. Something seemed oddly familiar when she did that; there was something in my memory banks which wouldn’t quite rise to the surface. I could feel it in there somewhere but I couldn’t quite place it.

I pouted, mock-sulkily. I didn’t think my accent had been that bad.

“Me too,” Alyssa said, when she’d recovered enough to speak. She was wearing the most enormous grin. The conversation paused for the first time since we’d met and it looked like Alyssa was going to tell me something important but it slipped away as Julian started to nosily clear our table. It had been nearly an hour. An hour?

“Shit. I’m going to miss my train.”

“Again?” Alyssa rolled her eyes. “You’re really not good with trains, are you?” She was teasing me.

“Can you mind my stuff while I go pee?”

“Of course,” Alyssa replied, using her feet to gather my bags around her. I gave her a pained smile. My bladder was fit to burst. What I had only imagined happening to Alyssa could very well be about to happen to me. I scuttled off to the Ladies, juggling my muscles desperately to keep from having ‘an accident’. The relief when I made it to the loo and started peeing was like a mini orgasm. These pee games were dangerous. One of these days I wasn’t going to make it.

“Better?” Alyssa asked.

“Much. But I do have to go.”

“Again? What were you doing in there, naughty girl?” Alyssa nodded towards the Ladies and gave me a filthy wink. My stomach clenched a little as Alyssa picked at a hidden truth. I might have had a little play if I’d had more time.

“For my train, smartarse.”

“Smart-arse,” Alyssa mocked, in her best British accent. I tried to give her a cross look but knew it wasn’t particularly cross. I was smiling too much.

“You’re going to get such a spanking, if you’re not careful.”

Alyssa turned and offered me her backside. “I’d like that.” I burst out laughing.

“Maybe next time,” I said, hustling her towards the door.

“Promise?” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, pretending to be exasperated.

“Who’s being naughty now?” We were at the top of the steps heading down to platform 14. “I thought you were going to London?”

“I am,” Alyssa said, humping her bag over her shoulder. “I think there are quite a few trains.” She didn’t say it but I knew she had missed whatever train she had intended to take because of me.

“This is the Liverpool platform.”

“I know. I was just coming down to see you off.”

“Shouldn’t that be the other way round? Aren’t I supposed to wave you off?” Alyssa was the tourist, after all, not me. I felt an emotional tug as my train was announced. I wanted to…

“You can wave me off next time.”

“Next time?” Alyssa waggled her perfect eyebrows at me as she pressed a folded piece of paper into my hand.

“Next time,” she said, firmly. I started re-arranging my bags so I could give Alyssa a hug.

“You’re not going to give me that British handshake thing again, are you?”

“No, I was…” Alyssa wrapped herself around me. She was all soft warmth and gentle enthusiasm.

“This is how we do it in Canada, Abigail,” she whispered. No-one I’d met in Canada had ever hugged me like that. Alyssa partially released me, paused for a second as she hooked her hair behind her ear before very deliberately kissing me on the lips.

Perhaps that was a Canadian thing too?

I didn’t stop it; I didn’t encourage it. I just let her kiss me. When we did break apart, Alyssa touched her fingertip to her lower lip. I watched both the finger and the lip behind it with a mixture of shock and awe. I was aware that people were looking at us. “It’s a Canadian thing,” Alyssa said loudly. My eyes met Alyssa’s. Were they sparkling with amusement? Had she been toying with the British reserve? “Maybe,” she added, just loud enough for me to hear. My train was standing behind me with its doors open. Alyssa flicked her eyes towards the doors and nodded. “Go on,” she said.

I had a heavy weight in my chest as I followed her instruction and hurried to a window seat as the whistle blew. We smiled; we waved and as the train pulled away, my shopping fell everywhere.

I was halfway home by the time I unfolded the paper. It read, “You’d better email me, you naughty gal!” and there was an email address. Underneath that was written ‘Alyssa Reece’.

“Holy fuck!” My eyes nearly popped out of my head – as half the carriage turned to look at me. Reece? The bubble of memory finally popped open and gave me a vivid kaleidoscope of moments. I recognised that name. It featured rather heavily on the front and back covers of the DVDs I kept in a special box under the bed. Alyssa Reece, porn star.

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