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Finally found the motivation to hold again
Getting ready to make a squirmy grocery store run
Okay so given I haven’t been holding for a while, I figured it wouldn’t be as strong, but server bladder forever I guess. Will adjust accordingly next time
Finally found the motivation to hold again
Getting ready to make a squirmy grocery store run
piss kink but in the same way i like to be edged. because for me it’s less about the act and more about the fact that i’m giving you total control over such a primal bodily function of mine. because even though i could, i want you to tell me i can.
and because squirming..overstimulated and begging you to let me go and hearing you tell me to “hold it” sends a shiver down my spine
“Babe…please…It will only take a second,” he says, breaths coming in light pants— and he wants to leave, he wants to run into the bathroom and relieve the pressure of his full bladder because it’s getting to the point where he won’t be able to hold it back much longer. But his hand is still on my head and my mouth is still wrapped around his cock, teasing him by letting him brush the roof of my mouth and then slowly sink until he’s at the back of my throat. It feels too good, he doesn’t want it to end, but he doesn’t think he’s ever had to piss so bad in his life…
“Babe…I can’t take much more…I have to go right now,” he moans, trying to pull away, freeing himself from my mouth but not from my hand because it’s quick to wrap around his length and stroke him while I coax him to stay just a little longer. Because nothing makes me happier than making him wait ❤️
what if you sat in my lap and we made out all sloppy and you needed to pee really badly and I started jerking you off to help you distract yourself but you couldn't hold it and kept letting out little spurts of piss all over my hand and made everything even wetter and both of us hornier
having to piss really bad (not on purpose) and thinking “wow, this is the thing i get off to? of all things? that’s silly, this is so uncomfortable”
you’re riding your fave’s dick and your bladder is full but you don’t want to stop to go to the bathroom but the pressure gets more and more intense and you leak on him a little bit and you’re so embarrassed and you go “oh my god I’m so sorry” but he moans louder and says “no, keep going” and his thrusts become deeper while you just empty yourself all over him and he just continues to fuck you harder, his moans getting louder as he feels more of your warm pee on him, until he cums inside you
♡ me telling you I gotta go use the bathroom really quick is actually just an invitation for you to force me to stay with you and make me hold it longer <33
you want to be good and hold it for us, don’t you, darling? you don’t need the bathroom tonight. your bladder can hold all your drinks inside, hold it all just like it’s supposed to. of course it can. your bladder’s going to be nice and obedient, just like the rest of you. isn’t that right, sweetheart?
if you see this while you're touching yourself you have to reblog it so everyone knows, them's the rules
ewwwwww u wanna watch me pee myself???? that’s so weirdddd…….. can u go get me some water completely unrelated
next time you need to pee, consider rubbing your clit instead, I promise it helps to hold it in and there won’t be any unintended consequences
I see you out at the bar shifting back and forth, left foot to right foot and left and watching your hips rock back and forth each small shift in weight with the faintest shiver. I know you need to go but can't help that you enjoy the sensation. Some crossed wires of yours make this unbearable sensation unbearably addictive. You should go, but you won't. You're too flushed full from head to toe with cold hot nerves which make every gasp from your bladder a chemical cocktail: one part pain, one part shame, one part adrenaline. You shiver again and carefully search the faces around you to know nobody noticed. But part of you, that electric part of you, hopes somebody did. I know what you are.
hnnmmmmnnngghhhh omo with a spreader bar. your legs locked apart, your arms tied or cuffed above your head. you're helpless to try and resist the waves of need that crash over you -- you can't cross your legs, hold yourself. maybe you're wearing your favorite lacy panties, which you put on tonight never expecting to end up here trying not to flood them with piss. maybe you're exactly where you planned to end up, your bottom half completely nude as your partner sits and just watches your squirm and gasp and writhe as you try as hard as you can go resist bursting
Mmmmm urge to mention needing to go piss so I get grabbed and forced to sit still longer having to hold it in until I’m having to run to the bathroom barely making it
it wasn't my fault, really. i was being good. sitting with one arm around you, cuddled up underneath the blanket with your legs draped over my lap and my other hand resting on your leg. i was listening to the conversation, watching your face light up as you laughed with your friends.
i was drawing mindless designs on your skin, dragging my nails up and down your thigh. it was innocent. mindless. you know i can't keep my hands off of you. maybe i noticed the way your skin was heating up under my touch, the slight twitch of your muscles whenever my fingers moved higher. maybe i didn't.
what i did notice, though, was your hand reaching under the blanket and your fingers sliding over mine. your nails digging into my skin. hard. i took it as a warning, a message to behave, pulling my hand away slowly as i met your eyes in a silent apology. but i didn't see a warning in your eyes, i saw hunger. dark and daring as your hand trailed over mine again, this time gripping stronger as you slowly guided it into your underwear.
what was i supposed to do with that? act like i didn’t feel how wet you were? pretend your hand wasn't pressing my fingers inside you? not when your hips were pressing up against me so subtly. not when your eyes were looking at me like that.
you know how hard it was to keep my face neutral with you clenching around me like that? nodding along to the conversation, responding when spoken to, all while you were practically fucking yourself on my fingers? your nails were digging into my arm almost hard enough to draw blood. i guess that was the only way you could stop yourself from letting everyone hear how whiny you get for me, huh?
and yet the closer you got to cumming, the more frantic the look in your eyes became. maybe you thought i wasn't actually going to go through with it? that i couldn't possibly expect you to cum just mere feet away from your friends? you should have known better than that, angel. you know i can't stop once i start.
