As a former maths student, I enjoy numbers so I’m passing the time in my apartment attempting to finish a sudoku puzzle. I’m sat at the table wearing my grey hooded top, dark blue leggings, and my cute little feet are bare. One thing that always happens to me when I concentrate hard on anything is that my bladder starts to loosen. This puzzle is particularly tricky and I’m studying so intensely that I don’t even realise that I’m wetting myself until I can feel the warm gush spreading from my crotch and running down my legs. I keep my eyes on the paper, but I can hear plenty of it running of...

As a former maths student, I enjoy numbers so I’m passing the time in my apartment attempting to finish a sudoku puzzle. I’m sat at the table wearing my grey hooded top, dark blue leggings, and my cute little feet are bare. One thing that always happens to me when I concentrate hard on anything is that my bladder starts to loosen. This puzzle is particularly tricky and I’m studying so intensely that I don’t even realise that I’m wetting myself until I can feel the warm gush spreading from my crotch and running down my legs. I keep my eyes on the paper, but I can hear plenty of it running off the chair and splashing onto the wooden floor as it forms a puddle. I writhe and squirm on the seat, putting my feet on the seat and drenching my pretty toes, and staining my leggings even more. And I’m getting nearer and nearer to completing my puzzle. After all, squelching on a chair with a very wet bum tends to stimulate my mind ;)