This is my ritual every morning, whether workday or day off.

I get up and go straight to the bathroom. I'm wearing my usual sleeping outfit of small men's T-shirt and cotton panties. I'm bursting for that first-of-the-morning pee and many times have to hold my pee hole to keep from peeing on the floor. I sit on the toilet and let it go. That first pee is so hot and just seems to go on forever. I just adore the feeling as the pee soaks my labia and the crotch of my panties, then spreads up my crack and across my buttocks. On and on it goes, bathing my lower regions in luxurious warmth. The feeling of relief combined with the warm wetness is heavenly. My vagina is starting to throb - it wants to be stimulated more vigorously. It'll have to wait.

I finally finish but sit there a moment in that dreamy state of mind I get right after I've peed myself. I get up, wet cotton clinging pleasantly to my bum. I reach around and feel myself, slipping my hand down my bottom and between my legs, enthralled by my warm wetness. I pull a leg opening away from my bum and feel a fine spray of pee on my leg as I let it snap back.

Before I leave the bathroom, I check my bottom in the mirror. There's a huge glistening wet patch, faintly yellow. I bend forward, stretching the fabric of my panties tightly across my behind. I can see the dark line of my crack through the nearly transparent wet fabric. I turn and check the front view. My cleft is clearly visible through the pee-soaked panties, and I can see the dark shadow where my hair, shaved a week ago, is beginning to grow back.

I go to the kitchen and start coffee perking. I butter a muffin, pour the coffee when it's done, spread a towel over a kitchen chair, sit down to my coffee and muffin and the day's newspaper, and begin to masturbate in my wet panties. I fondle myself vigorously as I have breakfast and read. Finally, I'm seized with one of those full-body orgasms which I think only a woman can experience. I'm convulsed from my eyebrows to my toes. Waves of unbearable pleasure engulf me. When it's over I have to sit there a moment to recover, breathing heavily I pee in the towel.

Now comes the bummer. I have to face the world, ready or not. Time to peel off the wet panties, hit the shower and get dressed. I'll carry the glow of my morning ritual with me for hours, with the anticipation I can do it all over again tomorrow.