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Using the restroom ❌
Pressing my pussy on my heel even though im home and the toilet is right next to my bedroom ✅
i gotta pee,, (opens private tabs)
Having my bladder all nice and full makes so many things feel even better. It presses on much on my clitoris internally. It just feels so good to be full of pee, the weight of it in between my hips feels like a nice big ball. I don’t have to yet, why release it when it feels so wonderful and sexy? If anything, I want to see how much more I can fill it up while still feeling all good. It’s just so satisfying, sexy, and exciting when I fill my bladder up to the brim. Will I still make it like a good girl? Probably. But it feels so exciting to think there’s a small chance that I might not make it completely.
someone desperate in tight pants. every time they shift and roll their hips forward forward, the inseam digs into their pussy, right over their clit, making them more and more turned on as they get more and more desperate and keep wiggling, keep pressing forward, rocking, hiking up their pants further if it even possible. soon enough, they’re not just grinding to hold it, but because the knot of their pant’s crotch is rubbing just right on their swollen clit, and they can’t get enough. they pulse and rut harder, feeling their underwear dampen. the pressure is both the only thing holding the flood back in, but also what’s threatening their ability to hold, as every jolt of pleasure sends their muscles spasming and ever closer to giving in.
they start to leak. at first, it’s only a few drop, but then it becomes slow dribbles, until their crotch is wet. the wet material of their jeans is stiffer, it doesn’t glide against their underwear anymore, so every rut forward makes it dig harder into their flesh.
suddenly, a forceful spurt escapes them, strong enough they can hear a hissing sound, and, in reaction, they jolt forward hard. their clit throbs under the harsh pressure. tears gather at the corner of their eyes as they shake and wait for this wave of desperation to pass. it does, eventually, and they’re able to relax and release the tension briefly, but it’s only a matter of time before it happens again. this time, when they’re already pressed forward as tight as can be, cunt throbbing under the pressure, they still leak some. the spurt lasts only a second, but the spasmic throbbing of their muscles has them moaning in pleasure.
they rut forward shamelessly, feeling delirious, both because it’s the only way to keep holding and because it feels so good. soon enough, more spurts escape them, pulses of heat burning at their desire. between the tightness of their clothes, the friction, the unending movements and tension, the hot liquid, and their arousal, everything is just so hot.
a shift to the side as a particularly strong wave of desperation hits them has the inseam of their pants rub painfully on their clit, making them lose control for a second. it only stops when they rut forward again, and the pleasure makes them clench. it’s not enough, they’re fighting a losing battle. they grind, pushing their pelvis forward, and grab the belt loops of their pants to pull them tighter between their legs. they have to sort of unclench their thighs to be able to really pull like they want to, so the next time they leak they see it darken their crotch and shine before they regain control. moaning, they rut in their pants again and again, watching themselves loose control excruciatingly slowly.
there’s a breaking point to everything, tho, and they’re reaching it. feeling it approaching, they double down their efforts and press their legs together again, despite the pain of the tighter constriction. they feel it coming, a wave of desperation and need they won’t be able to defy, they just know it. still, they hump and rub themselves. at this point, every shift makes them throb and they so badly need that kind of release too…
as it approaches, the pleasure in their loins keeps rising. a perfectly time squirm and suddenly they’re on the edge of orgasm. they panic. if they come, they’ll lose it. they just know it will be over. they still their movements, and just pull their pants tight while the edge passes. they’re so fucking close, they have to hold it back consciously. then, the dreaded wave of desperation is looming over, and there’s no way in hell they’re dealing with that one handsfree. thinking they’ve calmed down enough, they resume the squirming… only, when it nears its peak and there’s tears in the corner of their eyes, they shift in a way that sends their clit throbbing again. they’re so close. they can’t come. they just might. they have to let go to edge, they have to, or they’ll come. they do, and immediately a heated spurt leaks out. they moan, it feels do good between their clenched thighs. another one hisses, their cunt throbs. then, another one, fuck, they’re losing it, they can’t do this. they’re going to lose it. they rut forward again, and stop when the seam is pressed into their cunt as tight as it can be. it’s still not enough, they leak again. they’re losing it. they can feel it coming, the next peek of desperation they will absolutely lose to. it’s coming, so close, they’re so close, so close to relief… they don’t want to piss themselves, they’re doing everything in their power not to, but the relief will be heavenly. it’s coming, fuck, fuck, it’s coming, it’s there, the wave of need, it’s gonna come out…
a forceful spurts hisses between their clenched thighs, their needy clit throbs, another spurts leaks, they shift and whimper, and then, almost out of nowhere, they’re coming.
okay, they’ve been on the edge for a while, but still, they didn’t expect to, not like this. pleasure overwhelms their senses, they can feel this cunt throbbing and they give in to the urge to grind forward, unrestrained. they’re sort of aware that with each orgasmic pulse, they squirt more piss, but they don’t care. it feels so good anyways, the burning squirts right under their clit, as they grind and arch and moan, dragging their clit against the fabric, riding out the orgasm. it lasts and lasts, and by the time pleasure wanes and they’re shivering through aftershocks, they started pissing full force. the loud hissing sounds sinful. the sensation of double relief is incredible, they sorta gyrate in their seat to milk out the aftershocks as they continue to go.
by the time they’re done emptying themselves, they’re light headed and wanting more again. looking again the mess, they dare press a hand to their crotch and squeeze their thighs around it. they’re so overstimulated and turned on that it take at most a minute or humping their hand before they come again. they thought they were empty, but they squirt a little with this orgasm too.
reeling, they finally lean back to start catching their breath. they are so doing this again.
getting into the passenger seat when ur desperate to pee is submitting to bondage. you have to tighten a strap across your aching bladder before you can go anywhere, which can easily be tightened against your will by whoever is in the driver’s seat. once you’re restrained, the driver can start in the opposite direction from wherever you’re going and what can you do about it? jump out of the car? even if you get out at a red light you won’t be any closer to relief. unless you’re okay with pissing yourself where anyone can see you and walking home in soaked pants, your only hope is to stay in your seat, hold it, and whimper pathetically enough for them to take pity on you and drive you home
I suffer from 'I want to piss myself but I dont wanna deal with the mess' disease
guys raise your hand if the desperation aspect of the piss kink has slowly seeped into regular spicy time and now the desperation to cum/ cumming way too early is kinda cute now
Very Easy to masturbate and cum several times a day when you get a boner every time a certain bodily function occurs
i literally wake up with a full bladder and need to jack off, sometimes i wake up actively rubbing myself, i am such a pissbrained gooner i stg
On a drive today, it was only an hour and 30mins but I had drunk tea right before it with friends. I felt the need to go but left not wanting to delay any longer as it was getting late. Throughout the ride I could feel my bladder filling up more as whenever I paid attention to it it felt more and more full but not to the point of bursting. I came home and got caught up in work and put off my needs further and I definitely have to go now but I'm still holding. Planning to hold as I take a nap. Definitely going to.. reach a point of ecstasy to help me hold.
if you're reading this, your bathroom is now off limits for the next 3 hours 🤭
Im exhausted and finally have the chance to sleep for 9hrs. But want to hold... I already have to go a little.. so i now am drinking water before i sleep and going to wake up in desperation. Fun plans.
Feeling fullness definitely.. drank a little more time for 8+ hours of rest
Im exhausted and finally have the chance to sleep for 9hrs. But want to hold... I already have to go a little.. so i now am drinking water before i sleep and going to wake up in desperation. Fun plans.
Using the restroom ❌
Pressing my pussy on my heel even though im home and the toilet is right next to my bedroom ✅
Just to make holding a little harder.
Public desperation.
Recent connecting flight, friend and I sat down in the aisle and middle seat and a random guy sat at window seat. I fell asleep even before takeoff and woke up just after. The whole time this man keeps glancing our way and moments after takeoff he gestures toleave the seat.
We get up.. when a flight attendant tells us to wait until the seatbelt sign is off. He says okay and immediately the next thing i hear is "Damn" and his hand is subtly grabbing his crotch, I didn't realize at first until i saw the sheer panic texting to distract himself (Spamming someone who wasn't responding or online for ages) and he kept subtly squeezing his legs.
This was definitely one of the longest times the sign was on, his hand at one point was solely pressing and rubbing his crotch while he squeezed his legs, kept staring at his phone then the sign. The moment it was gone he nearly bolted out of his seat hand leaving his crotch for a millisecond before grabbing again and hurrying.
Safe to say there were a lot of desperate people on this flight.. as this man ran 3 other people joined the line behind him in similar positions.
I now realize why he kept staring at us especially me when i slept, he really really needed the bathroom and waking someone up for that is a hassle to say the least.
Motorbike Omorashi is so underrated. Like you have to keep your legs spread the whole time nd on some bikes the angle you sit at means you can’t grind down (like the one I have). The vibrations of the engine and all the bumps in the road jolting your bladder. If your a new rider the need being distracting enough that you keep stalling which not only rly badly jolts your bladder but also slows down you getting where you need to go and means you gotta focus more on the bike than your need to go. If you leak you can’t hold cause you need both hands on the handle bars unlike in a car. If you squirm it’s very obvious and visible to everyone else around you. And bike gear, having to wear padded trousers incase you come off that are often really tight so they don’t fall off. They’re a pain to get off sometimes and add pressure. But also if you leak in them they’ll absorb a lot of it which may seem good while you’re riding but as soon as you get off to walk it’s dripping down your legs with every step. Having a backpack who keeps accidentally holding onto you with hands on your bladder making it worse. Or being the backpack and knowing if you squirm or leak the rider will know. There’s so many different possibilities and scenarios with bikes and no one rly talks bout it
Omo photoshoot where someone with a full bladder gets into different poses that push on their bladder or make it hard to hold. each picture shows them getting more and more desperate. then the next set of pictures is of them slowly leaking and eventually wetting themselves.