I'm having an accident!

Omo blog, 18+ only 30 yo queer Unbelievably turned on when someone says they're doing it in their pants

[lxsomo]

Wow... now I’m ready for a nap.

I held on for another two hours, but I ended up with a soaked, heavy, drippy diaper... I’m so relieved and sleepy...

[lxsomo]

I just found myself in a bit of a predicament...

I’ve been running around doing errands all day. It’s hot, and I’ve had a LOT to drink. And the moment I just arrived home, ready to rush to the toilet, my housemate went to take a shower.

I suddenly remembered that years ago, I bought a packet of diapers. I haven’t worn one in so long, and the very last one has just been sitting there.

So here I am, struggling with a very full bladder, and I’ve already let out the tiniest little leak into my diaper...

[mojoomojojo]

I have this fantasy where I have, like– jammies. Like, so many jammies. Enough that there’s always a clean set. (This fantasy also probably comes with a washer, and a dryer, and somebody to run them. Figures. Fantasies do take some doing to fit to reality.) Enough so that no matter how many times during the night, or lazy Sunday morning, I find my– person– and tug on their sleeve and say, um, I did it again or I’m sorry, I wet the bed, or I had– I had an accident, they can scoop me up and kiss my head and say, it’s all right, baby, let’s get you cleaned up and into some fresh jammies, how’s that? 👉👈

[lxsomo]

Oh sweetheart, I would happily do laundry all day to make sure you always have clean cosy jammies.

“Oh honey, did you wet your jammies again? You just didn’t get there in time? That’s okay sweet boy, I’ll help you get changed. Let’s try to make it to the bathroom on time and not do it in your jammies, but if you have an accident I won’t be mad, okay? Good boy.”

[gochokeyourself-moved]

Jerking someone off is so hot to me. I'm don't just mean hand jobs or fingering, but specifically sitting behind someone with them cradled in between your legs, their head leaned against your shoulder and their hands firmly on your thighs while you treat their body like it was yours. Feeling their pleasure spark as if you were getting yourself off.

[sdaourleos-deactivated20180501]

Coming and Going

“Sir?”

Tyler blinked open his eyes to find the flight attendant staring at him.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but the captain’s put the seatbelt light back on.”

“Oh! Of course, sorry,” he apologized.

“And can you tell her as well?” She asked, gesturing to the girl who was asleep on his shoulder.

“No problem.”

The flight attendant smiled and moved on to the next row. Tyler managed to fasten his seatbelt without extracting his arm from around his girlfriend, Elle. He really didn’t see the need to wake her - Elle hated flying more than anything else. She’d downed a bottle of Nyquil before the flight to ensure that she’d sleep through it, and apparently it was working. Choosing to let her keep sleeping, he pulled the blanket they had draped over them away and clicked her belt in place as well.

Once they were both buckled and covered by the blanket once again, Tyler observed his surroundings. Not much to see, really. Elle was sitting by the window, but had closed it to try to pretend that they weren’t actually several thousand feet above the ground. He had the aisle seat next to her. Glancing around, all he could see were people sleeping. Not surprising with a red eye flight, especially one that got delayed two hours from its original start time.

Tyler also became aware of just the faintest twinge from his bladder. Hardly even noticeable, and definitely nothing worth stirring Elle over. He looked down at her and smiled, quickly kissing her forehead before settling back against the seat and falling asleep again.

The next time he awoke, it was to the sound of the drink cart as it reached his row.

“Anything for you, sir?”

“Oh, um, water please,” Tyler ordered in his half-asleep state.

As the attendant handed him the small glass of water, he realized water really wasn’t what he needed right now. His bladder was sending him a more urgent signal now. Apparently, that large lemonade and bottle of water he’d had during the delay at the airport were finally catching up to him. Nonetheless, it was a small glass, and he drank it quickly.

Tyler tensed in surprise when Elle turned a bit in her sleep, groaning as she repositioned herself. Then he realized what it was - Elle had taken the Nyquil before they’d found out their plane had been delayed and, if his math was correct, it was probably starting to wear off. Ignoring the complaints from his bladder, Tyler refused to risk waking her. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He leaned back, trying to force himself to fall back asleep so he could ignore his need for a bathroom, but he couldn’t. While he was not desperate by any means, he had to go, and he was borderline uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the plane jolted a bit, and Elle started awake with a small yelp. It wasn’t until Tyler gently squeezed her arm that she seemed to realize where she was.

“What was that?” she anxiously questioned him.

Tyler smiled and moved his arm from around her shoulders to grab her hand. “Just turbulence, honey. Nothing to worry about.”

As if on queue, the plane shook again. Elle tensed and shut her eyes tightly.

“I hate flying,” she whimpered as she fell against Tyler, latching onto his arm desperately.

“I know,” Tyler chuckled as he turned slightly in the seat, bringing his left arm around to rub her back. “It’s okay, though. Everything’s fine.”

Elle gasped when the plane jarred once again, tightening her grasp around his arm. Tyler continued to try to comfort her, but he could use that bathroom now. Not that it mattered - the seatbelt light was still on, so he couldn’t get up, and even if he could have, he wouldn’t because he could not leave Elle alone at the moment.

Eventually, after many reassuring statements, the plane stopped shaking for a long enough period of time that the captain deemed it okay for passengers to get up once again. Elle’s eyes snapped open at the ding of the seatbelt light turning off, and she slowly sat up.

“Is it over?”

“The captain seems to think so,” Tyler answered her as he undid his seatbelt to relive some of the pressure against his bladder.

Elle bit her lip and glanced around. “I-It’s not going to start again, is it?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

She blushed and lowered her gaze to her lap. “I-I kind of… need to go to the bathroom…”

“Oh.” In truth, Tyler had been about to stand up and go himself, but with her sudden confession, he found chivalry outweighing his need. Laughing lightly at the embarrassment his girlfriend of two years still showed about such things, he quickly kissed her cheek. “Go ahead. You’ll be fine.”

Elle still looked worried, but apparently her need was greater than her concern. Tyler stood up slightly to allow her to climb into the aisle, wincing at the sudden pressure this put on his bladder. As soon as he could, he sat back down; clenching his muscles tighter as he prayed Elle didn’t take long, since someone else had apparently made it to the bathroom at the front of the plane.

Constantly glancing backwards to see if the occupied light was off yet, he impatiently waited. A since of relief washed over him as Elle left the stall, but that relief was quickly replaced with dread as the plane shook once again. As the signature ding of the seatbelt light went off, he stood up and quickly made his way back to Elle, who was now frozen in fear. He held out his hand and she grasped it tightly, allowing him to gently lead her back to their seats.

Elle slid in first, allowing her boyfriend to make one longing glance backwards to the bathroom before he sat down next to her.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t think we’d hit anymore turbulence if - ”

“No, it’s alright,” she interrupted. “You had no way of knowing.”

Tyler smiled just as an announcement came on announcing that since the flight conditions were rougher than they’d originally expected, all seatbelts should remain on until the end of the journey.

Tyler’s bladder spasmed and he impulsively tensed his thigh muscles. Glancing at his watch, he realized that was going to be nearly 2 hours – a feat he could only pray would be manageable.

“Honey, are you okay?” Elle asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” Tyler fibbed.

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You look… nervous, I guess.”

He managed to smile. “No. I’m fine.”

Elle smiled back and leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his torso. Deeming that Elle was okay for now, he closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, hoping that the time would pass quicker, or at the very least, that he’d be able to ignore the fact that he had to go.

“Apple juice, please.”

Tyler wasn’t sure if he’d fallen asleep or not, but he opened his eyes again to the sound of Elle’s voice. Apparently he had, as the drink cart was on its second round. Glancing at his watch, he realized there was only about an hour left in the flight.

“For you, sir?”

Tyler glanced at his watch – an hour left. He ordered energy drink without a second thought. He had to drive back home after they landed at the airport, and he’d need to be awake for that.

‘Only one hour. That’s easy enough,’ Tyler thought in his head. ‘Sure, I have to go pretty bad, but it’s not like I’m having to hold myself or anything. I’ll be fine. I can go as soon as we land. No worries.’

Deciding to wait a while before he opened the drink, he sat it in on the tray in front of him and leaned back. He’d wait until there was only about 15 minutes left in the flight; if he was too desperate, he could wait until after they’d landed and he’d had the chance to relieve himself to drink it. He turned to look at Elle, who was now listening to her IPod. She appeared calm, but one of her hands was still tightly clasped onto his. He grabbed one of the ear buds from her and placed it in his own ear. She giggled and leaned back against his shoulder, pulling the blanket around them both.

Forty-five minutes passed in the blink of an eye it seemed like. With only about 15 minutes left in the flight, his need was no worse than it had been when he’d ordered the energy drink, so he popped it open and chugged it over the next five minutes, tossing it away when the trash bag was paraded down the aisle again.

Five minutes after that, Tyler came to the conclusion that that energy drink was the biggest mistake of his life. As his bladder began to pulse more urgently, he began to seriously regret drinking it. He felt twice as full as he had before and he was now having to clench his thighs together almost constantly to hold his need back.

“What’s wrong?”

It took a moment for Tyler to realize that Elle had spoken to him, but when he did, he removed the ear bud and turned to look at her. “Hmm?”

“What’s wrong?” she questioned worriedly. “You’re very… fidgety.”

Tyler was sure he was blushing. He hadn’t realized it was noticeable enough for Elle to catch on. “I-I…”

She sat up as he tried to stammer out an answer, but he really didn’t want to admit to her how truly desperate he now was. She sat up, the blanket falling off of them as she did.

“Honey, what is it?” she asked.

Tyler opened his mouth to try to answer, but he didn’t have to. At that moment, a huge urge hit him, his bladder contracted, and he instinctively grabbed his crotch. He closed his eyes and groaned quietly, half in desperation, half in embarrassment over having Elle see him like this. When he opened them again, she was staring at him in complete shock.

“I-I’m sorry, Elle,” he apologized quietly. “I-I need to… I’m sorry - ”

She grabbed his hand comfortingly. “Why didn’t you go earlier? When the seatbelt light was off?”

“I was going to,” he explained. “But then you had to go, a-and someone was in the other stall.”

“How long have you been waiting?”

Tyler hesitated. “I haven’t been since we checked in our luggage, but I didn’t actually need to until a couple of hours ago.”

Elle gasped. “And you still let me go ahead of you?”

“Well, yeah. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable…”

“But you already were uncomfortable!”

He couldn’t argue with that logic. “I-I’ll be fine. I can go when we land.”

Tyler shrugged as if this was no problem, but inside, he was sure it was going to be at least somewhat of a problem. Back underneath the blanket, he was currently squeezing himself while he still had the chance to do so unseen. He was definitely desperate now, and the more he thought about it (and by now, thinking about it was pretty much inevitable) the worse he had to go. Soon though, they were being told to return their chairs to the upright position and fold up their tables. Elle, who was simply trying to get their items together, pulled the blanket out of there laps and began to fold it up, but not before she’d caught her boyfriend frantically holding and rubbing himself through his pants in an attempt to hold on until they’d gotten off the plane.

Elle gasped, flushing to a bright pink. “Oh, I-I’m sorry! I didn’t – “

“I-It’s alright,” he assured her. “It’s not your fault. I-I shouldn’t have been… I… Sorry.”

She hesitated, trying to think of something reassuring to say. “You can make it, right? It won’t be long…”

“Yeah,” he nodded, trying to convince himself just as much as her. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Not long. He just had to wait. There wasn’t another option. He fixed his clothing, then folded up the blanket, all the while trying to act like nothing was wrong. However, when he bent over to grab the bag to put the blanket in it, his bladder flinched violently, and he found himself once again holding himself as tightly as he could.

“Here,” Elle spoke up, noticing her boyfriend’s discomfort. “I’ll get it. You just relax.”

‘If only’, he thought. There was no way he could relax. He didn’t realize things could get so bad so quick. Perhaps he’d just adjusted to the privilege of being able to secretly hold himself, while meanwhile his desperation had been building, and now there was nothing to stop him from losing it other than his weakening muscles.

“A-Are you alright?” he managed to ask Elle as the plane started to descend.

She nodded unconvincingly. He took her hand and squeezed it, partially for comfort and partially because he was aching to relieve himself by now. As the plane reached the ground, the force seemed to pull on his bladder, stretching it even more until he was sure he was going to lose it.

‘Oh, God, please,’ he silently prayed. ‘Please just let me make it to the bathroom. Please don’t let me wet myself like a child in front of all these people. In front of Elle…’

Eventually, the plane came to a stop, and people stood up to retrieve their bags from the overhead storage. Elle stood up as well, glancing down at Tyler, unsure of what his plan was.

Tyler took a deep breath. “W-We should wait. You know, until there’s… no one in the aisle.”

Elle understood her boyfriend’s hidden plea and sat back down, observing him warily. He kept his hands gripped tight on the armrests, periodically squeezing them even harder whenever a serious need hit him.

“Um, honey, why don’t you hold the bag?” Elle suggested. “In your lap.”

Realization of his girlfriend’s idea dawned on him and he nodded enthusiastically. Elle passed the bag to him and he laid it across his lap, keeping one hand underneath to hold himself. By this point, this provided little relief. He just had to get to a bathroom now. He’d never been even remotely this desperate before, and besides the fact that he was worried about embarrassing himself in front of any and everyone, he was beginning to wonder if this might be hurting him. It couldn’t be good, that was certain, but could it cause damage? Would it be better to just let go to ensure he didn’t injure himself in some way? It might be worth the stares if he could get the peace of mind that would come with knowing he was not harming himself, if he could just relax right now, move his hand away, relax and –

Too late, he realized how his thoughts were running away. He quickly shoved his other hand under the bag as well to hold back the impending flood. No, wetting himself was not an option. He’d be able to go in just a few minutes. He could wait… even if it was becoming unbearably painful.

“Is there anything I can do?” Elle whispered in his ear.

Tyler gulped and shook his head, but Elle wasn’t taking no for an answer. They were at the back of the plane, and only the first couple of rows had gotten off. She decided there were still enough people on the plane to buy them at least five minutes. She pulled of the jacket of Tyler’s that she’d been wearing and laid it over his lap, discretely sliding a hand underneath it. Tyler had just enough time to look at her questioningly before he let out a loud gasp.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he hissed as her fingers lightly skimmed across the front of his pants.

“Helping,” she replied matter-of-factly.

He felt the waistband of his sweatpants being pulled down, the fabric of his boxers being repositioned, and then her hand -

“Ah! E-Elle… I-I…”

“Shh,” she whispered in his ear.

Tyler bit the inside of his cheek so hard he was sure he’d draw blood. Her hand stroked his length a few times and he gasped quietly, shutting his eyes and clenching onto the arm rests until his knuckles were white. A moment later, she stopped and wrapped her hand around him, squeezing carefully.

“Better?”

Tyler gulped. “Y-Yes, actually.” It did help. It helped immensely. He was able to relax quite a bit and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Thanks, babe.”

Elle smiled. He tightened his grip on the coat to ensure it didn’t slip and reveal what was going on underneath.

“Okay, can you manage?” she asked again when the plane was nearly empty.

Taking a huge, deep breath, he nodded and slowly began to stand up. No sooner had he gotten into an upright position than a spurt escaped him and he found himself bent at the knees, one hand between his legs while the other gripped onto the bag tightly.

“Let me get the bag,” Elle offered.

“No!” Tyler panicked, quickly standing back up, only to have another, longer spurt escape. “Y-You don’t… have to do th-that.”

“But…” Elle began. “Honey, I really don’t mind. You don’t need the extra pressure of – “

“N-No,” he stammered as he finally managed to stand up normally. “I-I’ve got it.”

Elle continued to observe him warily. Tyler swung the messenger bag over his shoulder, and inevitably, Elle caught a glimpse of the crotch of his gray sweatpants, now turned charcoal from the earlier leaks. Tyler looked down to where her gaze had fallen. He repositioned the bag, blushing as a wave of horror rushed through him.

“Elle, I… I’m… I mean, I’m sorry. I couldn’t – “ he attempted to explain.

Elle flushed a pale pink and avoided his gaze as she grabbed his hand and led him to the front of the plane.

‘Of course,’ Tyler gulped. ‘She’s embarrassed to be seen with me. It makes sense. Here I am, 19 years old, in the process of wetting myself like a child.’

The voices of the flight attendants telling him to have a nice day were lost to Tyler. He was focused only on his bladder, on making it to a bathroom. He tried not to squeeze Elle’s hand too tightly, but whenever a sudden urge hit, he found his fist clenching around her fingers while he had to remind himself not to grab his crotch publicly.

‘I can’t do this,’ he panicked. ‘What am I going to do if I just can’t hold it anymore?’

“There are the bathrooms,” Elle jarred him from his concerned train of thought.

Tyler looked up and practically gasped in relief. The blue sign signaling the men’s bathroom was only about 30 feet away. He was going to be fine. He could do this. He’d –

“Oh…” Elle mumbled as they approached the door, only to see it closed for cleaning.

Tyler groaned, the hand not holding Elle’s diving into his pocket to gain some relief.

“I’m sorry, honey,” his girlfriend said sympathetically as she released his hand and began to walk towards the women’s bathroom.

“W-Wait! Wh-What are you doing?” he stammered.

Elle blushed. “Well, I-I need to go again…”

Tyler gaped at her, silently begging her to wait.

“I won’t be long,” she assured him, crossing her legs slightly and anxiously biting her lip.

He clenched his eyes shut as well as his legs. “P-Please hurry. I-I can’t – “

“I will!” she promised as she rushed into the women’s restroom.

Tyler groaned and fell back against the wall just in time to hold back another spurt. His hand reflexively flew to his crotch, holding himself for all he was worth. He bent over at the waist, praying that he could make it to the next set of bathrooms. They couldn’t be far. They just couldn’t be. He’d never had to go so bad in his entire life, and while the airport was empty for the most part, he didn’t want anyone to see him in wet pants and the way things were going, it seemed someone was bound to notice. Was it the walking that was making it worse? Even if it was, it wasn’t as if he could just not walk. Hell, he’d run if he could do so without losing it, but –

“Um…”

Tyler jerked around to the sound of Elle’s voice. He quickly righted himself, feeling his face heat up as he tried to stammer out an apology, only to realize no words were coming out of his mouth.

“L-Let’s keep walking,” Elle suggested.

They walked in silence, no longer holding hands as Tyler was now too focused on his bladder. They continued through the wide hall until they reached the escalator.

“Wait!” Elle stopped him just as he began to step on it. “Let’s go this way. It’s quicker.”

Tyler spotted her nodding to another, smaller escalator. He didn’t even question it; Elle had more traveling experience than he did, so she must know what she was talking about.

As they reached the top of the escalator, Tyler found himself in a long, blank hallway – no small gift shops or restaurants, just a wide, open space. He’d only taken two steps when he gasped loudly and froze, suddenly thankful that they were alone in this part of the airport, for he was surely about to lose complete control.

He nearly collapsed to his knees in an effort to maintain at least some small shred of dignity. His hands were frantically squeezing as his groin, his teeth biting into his lip. He managed to look up and see Elle blushing again, looking anywhere but at him.

“Elle… Honey, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t … Oh, God, I’m so sorry! - “

The rest of his apology was cut short when Elle suddenly pushed him against the wall, standing on her toes to meet his lips with her own. The suddenness of it jarred his bladder and he practically whimpered as he attempted to easily push her away. His efforts were cut short though when her hand suddenly rubbed across the front of his pants. He froze, paralyzed partially in embarrassment and the fear of being caught… but partially in surprise; this was not the Elle he knew. This side of Elle came out only in small flashes every so often, never so brazenly and never in public. The bit on the airplane had been a surprise, but this? This was… unexpected, to say the least. He had no idea what had sparked this sudden change in her demeanor, but he was enjoying it too much to really care.

“E-Elle – “ he panted. “What… Why…?”

“You can’t go if you’re hard, right?”

Tyler tried to decipher if her tone was simply matter-of-fact, or if there was some kind of coyness to it, but he was beginning to feel lightheaded and he was honestly just surprised he’d managed to catch the whole sentence.

Tyler groaned. “Unh, Elle… I’m… I’m… s-stop. Stop!” he gasped, grabbing her wrist. She froze, looking up at him wide-eyed and curious as to what the problem was. He managed to let out a breathy laugh. “You’re really good at that. How come you’ve never done it before?”

Elle’s face reddened to a bright crimson as she backed away slightly. “I… I… “

Tyler raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright?”

She nodded hastily and immediately turned and started walking again. He quickly repositioned the bag, feeling grateful again as now it was not only covering the spot, but also his erection. He followed her, feeling the oddest combination of emotions he had ever felt – desperation to pee, arousal from his girlfriends impromptu hand job, confusion as to what was going on in her head right now, tired, as well as wired on caffeine. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t realize where Elle was walking… only that they’d been walking for a while.

“Um, honey? Couldn’t we just take the tram to our terminal?” Tyler questioned. “Walking isn’t exactly… easy for me at the moment.”

“Oh. I thought walking would help. I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I bypassed it.”

“Could we get on it now?”

“We could… but we’re only one away. It would be quicker to walk.”

Tyler groaned and leaned over, pounding one fist against the wall as he grabbed himself with the other, no longer caring about the random strangers that could see him. While the hard-on Elle had given him had helped him get this far, his need to pee was too strong and was beginning to outweighing his arousal once again. “Okay, but… walk slowly?”

“Aren’t we in a hurry?” she inquired.

“Yeah, but… I-I’ll lose it if we walk to fast,” he admitted.

Elle nodded, her gaze lingering as his hand on his crotch for a second longer than normal before they started to walk.

‘Where are the damn bathrooms in this place?’ he wondered to himself. His right hand was permanently in his pocket at this point, holding himself for what he was sure would be only a few more minutes. ‘It has to be. I can’t wait any longer than that…’

After what might as well have been a three-day hike, they reached baggage claim and the lobby area of the airport. Bathrooms were sure to be here somewhere, and Tyler was looking for them as if his life depended on it.

“I’ll get the suitcase. You go to the bathroom,” Elle stated as she began to walk away.

Tyler nodded, his bladder throbbing even more intensely now, knowing it was close to relief. His eyes scanned over the heads of people, searching for the signs to point him in the direction of relief. As he finally, finally spotted them, his bladder cringed and let out a small spurt, threatening to release it all now if he didn’t get to a urinal in the next few seconds.

Tyler took off for the blue sign like a man possessed, running through people, hopping over suitcases laying on the ground. He was almost there. It was so close…

A young Hispanic couple was standing in the middle of the path. Tyler would have dodged them just like everyone else, but just as he started to rush around them, the man turned, swinging his large duffle bag backward into Tyler’s stomach. Tyler tripped up and fell to the ground hard.

While the man rambled off what Tyler assumed was an apology, Tyler’s groaned loudly in what was nothing short of agony. Both his hands darted between his legs, but it didn’t matter. This was the end. His bladder let go full force. The man’s voice trailed away in shock. Tyler didn’t know where he got up the courage to look the man in the face, but he did somehow, and saw both the man and the woman staring at him in absolute horror. Looking around, he realized they weren’t the only ones. Kids, parents, adults, teens were all staring at him, frozen in their tracks. The next thing Tyler saw was the bathroom. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen feet from it, but that didn’t matter now. He couldn’t stand, let alone walk that far. He was stuck to the floor his pants.

What started off as a full force **** didn’t seem to be dying down anytime soon. It continued with the same pressure for what felt like an hour to Tyler, but he couldn’t focus on the relief. He could only focus on the sound of whispers all around him and trying to convince himself that this wasn’t real. He was asleep on the plane, dreaming that this was happening.

‘Oh, God, please let this be a dream. Please don’t let Elle see me like this…’ he thought to himself, clenching every muscle in his body even though it was a lost cause.

“Tyler! Tyler, honey…”

Tyler managed to open his eyes to the sound of Elle’s voice and found her squatting right in front of him, observing him fearfully.

“I… I’m… Elle, I… “ He shook his head and closed his eyes tightly again when he felt tears well up. Tears of relief or humiliation or guilt, he didn’t know, but the last thing he needed to do right now was cry.

“Are you done?” she asked quietly.

Tyler somehow managed to feel even more embarrassed when he shook his head no. Elle squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, biting her lip and looking down at the ground in what Tyler assumed was the humiliation of being the girlfriend of the man who’d just wet himself like a child in front of any and everyone in the airport.

After maybe another minute, Tyler simply nodded. Elle hurriedly pulled him to his feet and, faster than he could comprehend, tied his jacket around his waist, grabbed the rolling suitcase she’d retrieved, and begun pulling him towards the doors, an escape he never would have thought of, but saw now was only slightly further than the bathroom. He didn’t dare turn around and see how big of a puddle he’d left, or glance around at how many people were still gawking at him, or look down to see how soaked his pants were. He simply followed Elle’s lead, holding back tears the whole way to their car.

“E-Elle,” he choked as they reached the area of the parking lot where their car was located. “I-I’m so sorry, honey. I’m s-so sorry. I don’t know how I… I let that happen. I’ve never – “

Elle stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. “Stop apologizing. Just… stop.”

“I… but…”

In the light from the street lamp, he could see her face and chest were cherry red, the edge of her hair moist with sweat. Was she as humiliated as he was? Was she angry?

She just shook her head and pulled him the rest of the way to the car. ‘Angry’ his mind answered to his previous question. Tyler popped the trunk and took the suitcase from Elle. He it in the back and took his place in the drivers seat, pausing at his door long enough to take a deep breath before quickly sliding in and slamming the door shut.

Everything was silent for a moment until Tyler couldn’t take it anymore. “Elle,” he sighed, turning to face her and grabbing her hand. “Elle, honey, I’m so sorry. I swear I did everything I could. I… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Oh God, Elle, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He hit the steering wheel in bitter frustration, closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat when the tears started again.

“Tyler?” Elle’s sweet voice rang out.

‘Oh, God, here it comes,’ he mused. ‘She’s going to break up with me, I know it. Two years of the best thing that’s ever happened it to me and I ruined it all in just a few seconds.’

Elle’s hand grasped his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Tyler, I’m not mad, o-or upset, or… whatever it is you’re thinking…”

Tyler’s eyes flickered back open. “You… You aren’t angry? Or embarrassed?”

“Well… embarrassed, yes,” she admitted. Tyler hung his head again and she quickly tried to correct her statement. “But not because of what you did!”

“Why else would you be embarrassed?” he asked bitterly, convinced that this was just a lie to get him to feel better.

“Well… I… Because…”

He raised an eyebrow as her face flushed again. Finally she sighed and put together a complete sentence.

“Will you promise not to be mad?” she asked nervously.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I guess…?”

She took a deep breath. “It’s my fault that you wet your pants. I’m so, so sorry. I… Well, I never told you this, but… seeing a guy desperate to pee is… a-a real turn on for me. It’s kind of a fetish, I guess. And, well… on the plane, I-I was just getting so turned on knowing how bad you had to go, and… that was the reason I kept delaying you…”

Tyler’s eyes widened. “You did what?”

“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered in fear. “I-I was just getting so hot, and… That was the reason I stopped at the bathrooms and made you wait, the reason I took us the long way to the lobby, the reason I didn’t get on the tram… I’m so sorry, Tyler. I-I never meant for it to go that far. I didn’t think that you might not make it. I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

Tyler silently mulled over her confession – it certainly made a lot of sense. The reason her face had been so flushed, the reason she’d been so eager to ‘help him hold it’ by getting him hard…

“I’m sorry,” Elle stated again, jarring him from his thoughts. “I-I’ll understand if you want to break up with me. I’d deserve it after what I did to you. I’m so sorry. I never meant to embarrass you like that, I promise.”

“Seeing me desperate… turned you on?” Tyler asked, still trying to grasp an understanding of this concept.

She lowered her gaze. “I know it’s weird…”

“What fetish isn’t weird?”

Elle looked up hopefully at the light tone of his voice. He smiled and squeezed her hand.

“You aren’t mad at me?” she verified.

“No,” he chuckled. “I’m not mad. There are much, much weirder things you could be into. This I can handle.” He laughed nervously. “And admittedly, it was pretty hot for me too.”

“Really?” she asked in surprise.

“Well, I’m assuming your actions had a little something to do with how turned on I was, but… yeah,” he shrugged.

“I thought you’d think I was a total freak…”

“I don’t think the guy who just wet himself in the airport is allowed to think his girlfriend is a freak because she enjoyed it.”

Elle laughed. Tyler smiled and leaned over to kiss her. He started the car and within a few minutes, had navigated his way out of the parking lot and to the highway.

“First stop – somewhere I can change clothes,” he laughed.

“Oh…” Elle sighed.

“What?”

“Well I-I was kind of enjoying the sight of your pants,” she mumbled. “I was kind of… reliving it in my head…”

“Elle…” Tyler began curiously. “How turned on do you get seeing a man desperate?”

“Very,” she blurted out before a blush warmed her cheeks for the countless time that day. “I-I mean… Well…” she sighed. “Do you honestly want to know?”

“Yeah,” he laughed.

Elle bit her lip and kept her gaze focused on the road in front of them. “When you lost it, and I knelt in front of you and asked if you were through… When you said no, I… I-I came.”

“You mean you orgasmed?” Tyler asked incredulously. “Right there in the middle of the airport? Without even… being touched or anything?”

“Yeah,” she laughed awkwardly. “That was the embarrassing part for me. But… I mean, i-it was just so hot! I-I had been building up, watching you desperate all afternoon, but then you lost it, a-and that alone was enough to push me over the edge, b-but then you admitted you still weren’t done, and… I couldn’t hold back.”

As he listened to Elle’s side of the story, he felt himself growing hard again. He shifted slightly in his seat and she looked over at him, giggling when she saw the effect her confession had had on him. Her hand slid across the middle of the car to his lap, rubbing his knee, working up his inner thigh. Tyler sucked in a breath through his teeth, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he turned on his blinker to signal he was getting off at the exit they were approaching.

“Where are we going?” Elle inquired coyly.

“Hotel room,” he panted. “I’ve got to change clothes and – Mmm,” he moaned quietly as her hand went to work on him again. “God, I wish I’d known this turned you on like… a year and a half ago.”

Elle giggled. “I’ll help you make up for the lost time.”

He released a breathy laugh. “Alright, but you’ve got to stop or I’m not even going to make it to the hotel.”

She leaned over the middle of the seat, her warm breath tingling against his skin as she whispered, “Just drive faster.”

[wetandhappy2020]

Oooh this was awesome

[lxsomo]

A long read, but a perfect desperation story.

[twolitemike]

Wet the bed again

[malebedwetting]

that’s one bed to share

[lxsomo]

Would love to be cuddling this cutie when he starts going in his sleep, wetting on both of us. He starts waking up, buries his head in my chest with embarrassment as he realises what happened, and tearfully mumbles “I wet the bed again”. Maybe he’s still finishing his accident, and is horrified to realise he’s still wetting but it’s too late to stop. I stroke his hair, gently reassuring that it’s okay, accidents happen and I will help him get cleaned up.

[prettyprincess13]

A Wet Camping Trip

Kyle was itching for the upcoming camping trip with three of his friends. It was the very end of August, and this was sure to be the final blowout that would close out the summer. They were going way up in the mountains, several hours away from the area they all lived. Not only did he love camping, but he also had developed a huge crush on one of the girls throughout their time at college together. The trip would include himself, David, Mia, and Lacey. Lacey had long, shiny brown hair. She had tan legs and, in Kyle’s opinion, a perfect body. Her big brown eyes sparkled when she got excited, and he had been dying to ask her out.

Finally that late August day came. Kyle was completely distracted on the drive up with Lacey’s outfit of short white shorts, hugging her hips just right, and a pink bralette that accentuated her ridiculously round breasts. She smelled like roses and talked about how much she had always loved camping. It also did not escape Kyle’s attention that Lacey had a blue nalgene bottle that she was chugging. When they stopped to get gas, Lacey didn’t use the bathroom but did refill her water bottle.

Kyle was embarrassed that he noticed things like this so easily, but it was like he couldn’t help keep track of things like that. Especially if he already thought the girl was unbearably hot. He had lived with this fetish for as long as he could remember, and as soon as he saw a girl drinking copious amounts of water he couldnt help picturing what could be the later effects and what it would be like if she couldn’t make it to the bathroom. He loved to fantasize about girls desperately trying to hold it, and just the thought was often enough to give him a boner. But he tried not to think about people in real life in those terms because it made him feel weird. On this trip, though, he couldn’t help it. Lacey was just so hot and - he had to swallow as he thought about it - they had already stopped for gas for the last time, and there was no way she wouldnt need to pee during the hour drive between here and camp.

The group kept switching seats, so although Kyle and Lacey had started out side by side in the back seat, she was now riding shotgun with her tan legs on display as her feet sat on the dash. Kyle had the seat behind the driver’s seat and had a good view of Lacey’s gorgeous body. They had 55 minutes left to camp, and had just left that last gas station a half hour ago, when Kyle saw Lacey begin shifting in her seat. “It’s probably nothing,” Kyle told himself, adjusting his backpack onto his lap. The last thing he needed was for Mia to think he was a total freak, in case he got a boner. As he thought about just how much she had drank (two whole nalgene bottles now, which are a liter each), combined with her small adjustments and constant shifting in her seat, his imagination was getting away from him. He felt himself getting a boner and was grateful he had moved the backpack when he did.

“Don’t you think, Kyle?” Someone was saying. This jerked him out of his thoughts of Lacey needing to pee. Kyle felt his face flush and cursed himself for getting so caught up. “Sorry, what?” He asked. David, who was driving, caught his eye and repeated, “I said we are going to miss the check in time if we don’t step on it and everyone was agreeing that we arent stopping again until we get there.”

Kyle’s mind was racing. He knew they probably werent going to stop, but to have it officially decided was another thing. “Yeah that makes sense,” he said somewhat hoarsely. Lacey adjusted again, lifting on leg and shifting her hips.

40 minutes away, Kyle was trying not to stare but Lacey was showing unmistakable signs of needing to pee now. The signs were subtly enough that only someone watching for them would notice - which Kyle was. She had one hand delicately holding the seatbelts away from it’s normal position digging into her abdomen. Her legs were rigidly pressed together now, and every few minutes she would jiggle her left leg as she stared out the window. She had also become more subdued, contributing far less to the conversation that was mainly between David and Mia at this point.

20 minutes to camp. Mia loudly declared that she had to pee again. Lacey quietly agreed with a small, “yeah.” David assured them that they were almost to camp, and added that they would miss the check in if they stopped now. “It’s fine, I can wait 20 minutes,” Mia said. Lacey said nothing. She was clearly shy about her growing need, but her back was mostly arched now and she had her legs tightly crossed. Kyle noticed that she seemed to have avoided doing so until absolutely necessary. He was rock hard beneath his backpack and also a little ashamed that the situation was turning him on so much.

10 minutes until camp, they hit a pothole and Lacey’s hand flew to her lap. She wiggled a hand between her legs and left it there.

5 minutes away now, Lacey was bouncing her crossed leg and holding herself tightly. Mia was also complaining openly, but Kyle couldnt help focusing more on Lacey who clearly had to pee more and was less vocal about it. Lacey was not vocal at all, in fact - she hadnt spoken whatsoever for the last 10 minutes and when she turned her head to see the camp opening sign, Kyle saw that she was gently biting her lip. Her brown eyes looked absolutely desperate. Kyle let out a low breath and could feel that his boxers were wet with precum. He didnt know how he would get out of the car with no one noticing his issue, but he was also dying to see what happened with this situation.

Finally they pulled into a parking spot in front of the administrative building where they needed to check in. David was walking quickly to make sure he checked in before the deadline. Mia bound ahead too, her shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing as she declared that they’d better have a bathroom in this building. Lacey held back, walking slowly at a pace that Kyle suspected was all she could manage right now. Kyle held his backpack in front of himself to cover his hard on.

When they finally got inside a second after the other two, Mia was pointing the bathroom out to Lacey. “It’s a one stall, I’m gonna go first since I’ve had to go for longer but I’ll be quick,” she promised. Lacey awkwardly leaned against the wall and hugged her elbows. Her foot was jiggling almost imperceptibly, but she clearly didnt want to make a scene by crossing her legs or holding herself. The two of them could hear Mia’s light tinkling through the thin walls. Kyle was making himself take deep breaths. He was afraid he might cum in his pants, as he took in the desperate expression Lacey was trying and failing to hide on her face, and considered how badly she probably wanted to at least hold herself. How badly she needed to go. He thought about coming up behind her, holding her against himself and gently, gently pressing down on her bladder -

Just then Mia came out. “All yours!” She said cheerfully, unaware of the torture she had been giving Lacey. It was here that Kyle most saw Lacey’s mask of composure slip as she ran into the bathroom. Seconds after the door hit, Kyle heard the most deliciously strong stream he had ever heard. It seemed to go on forever, and he thought again about how badly she had needed to go. “Wow, she really had to go,” Mia laughed, echoing his thoughts.

Lacey finally came out and was her normal cheerful self. The four went about all of the fun camping activities - tubing, swimming, listening to music, etc. Lacey looked incredible in her bikini, and Kyle wondered when he would work up the courage to ask her out. In the evening they roasted marshmallows around the fire.

All day Kyle had tried not to notice Lacey’s water intake or peeing or anything like that. He felt embarrassed about how turned on the ride down had made him. He couldnt really help noticing most of it, but Lacey peed pretty regularly the rest of the day. The girl drank a lot of water though. That blue nalgene never left her side, and she seemed to constantly be sipping it. Kyle couldnt tell if she was too warm in the summer heat, or if it was some kind of nervous habit. Either way, there was no situation like that morning again, so he didnt pay too much attention.

Until that evening. Kyle eyed Lacey gulping water from her second filled nalgene around the fire. The four were staying in one tent that was already set up, and it was getting late. Lacey finished her water bottle and declared that she was beat. The others agreed, and everyone went to sleep. Kyle lay awake for about 20 minutes, hearing everyone’s even, steady breathing, and thinking about the fact that Lacey had just drank so much water before bed. Would she need to pee in the middle of the night or wait until morning? He told himself to stop thinking about it.

His question was answered when woke to the sound of someone hastily shoving their sleeping bag aside. He had always been a light sleeper, so the sound woke him right away. It confused him momentarily, and he almost called out asking if something was wrong because the noise sounded so erratic. But by the light of the moon, or early dawn - he didnt know what time it was - he saw Lacey’s bouncing waves moving through his half-shut eyes. He still almost asked her if something was wrong when he heard a soft moan as she struggled to get out of her sleeping bag.

Oh.

My.

God.

He thought back to all the water she had drank, and his surprise that she hadnt peed before bed. He woke hard, but he turned to steel as he heard her breaths - it sounded as though she was exercising heavily, or doing something that took a great deal of effort. She finally kicked out of her sleeping bag and was sitting on her knees with both hands between her legs. Lacey was wearing her bedtime pajamas of white lace shorts and a silky tank top. She was wearing white cotton socks, which now stuck out behind her as she tried to get ahold of herself. She had clearly woken up at such a desperate point that she didnt have much time to make it to the bathroom or even outside. She was bouncing slightly on her knees, also not realizing she had woke anyone. “Oh God oh God,” she was whispering, barely perceptible, under her breath. Kyle was mesmerized as she furiously gripped and rubbed herself, trying to get ahold of her desperate need.

Finally she half stood in the small tent, immediately squirming and bouncing in place. Kyle was already soaking through his boxers with precum - Lacey was about five times more desperate than he had seen her that morning. She moved an inch at a time, moaning gently with the effort of holding her pee behind her peehole and keeping it from rushing out. As she approached the tent opening, Kyle considered following her outside. She was sure to wet herself any second. With his eyes half shut he watched her, breathing heavily.

She started to unzip the tent, and Kyle started to think about how he could reasonably follow her, when he heard Lacey gasp. “No no no no no,” she was moaning, and Kyle felt his cum start to hit the base of his shaft as he realized what was happening. Lacey had gotten the tent zipper stuck on the material after only managing to open it a couple of inches.

She furiously tried to rezip and unzip it again, but it was stuck good. She removed a hand from her crotch and tried to use both hands to release the material the zipper was stuck on, but she gasped and grabbed herself with both hands seconds later, bouncing up and down and moaning. Kyle was frozen and trying not to cum. “Holy shit,” he just kept thinking, “holy shit holy shit she’s really going to wet herself.”

Lacey kept struggling like this, with the cruel reality that she would need both hands to free the zipper. She just couldnt do it. She was shaking and some part of Kyle felt like he should help her, but he just couldnt move. In fact, he needed to stay still- he genuinely thought any movement would make him cum right then and there. Lacey gasped and froze, then again muttered, “oh no, no no!” As Kyle could just about not take it anymore, he saw it - rivers of pee were soaking her white shorts, revealing white cotton panties beneath them. She was already half crouched and was still holding herself, despite having lost the battle now. The pee made a distinct sound when hitting the tent floor, like rain falling on a tarp. Lacey gave up holding on halfway through and just crouched down, covering her face with her hands in clear humiliation. Kyle couldnt hold on any more either, and with a shudder felt himself cumming in his pants. Meanwhile Mia and David were stirring now, and Mia said in a half-sleepy voice, “what’s going on?”

[lxsomo]

This story is so fucking hot…

[lemonslushie]

I wanna be cuddling in bed but also be frantically grinding against their thigh trying not to wet myself

[lxsomo]

Ooft. Frantic grinding against someone’s thigh out of desperate need is so hot, whatever the need.

[strawbbunnyomo]

teary wettings are the best

someone sniffling as their pee patters to the ground, someone falling backwards on their buttas they wail and a puddle spreads around them, muffled admissions of "im having an accident" while their pants grow dark and sodden. wettings where the wetter gets comfort, hugs and reassurances of "its ok, im not mad" from someone they trust while they sob into their shoulders. or wettings with no comfort where the wetter cries alone while sitting in the mess they made...

i just really love wettings with crying.

[lxsomo]

Oh my goddd, I want to comfort a cutie who’s all teary while admitting they had an accident…

[plushie-teddy-deactivated201606]

Pulling on a goodnite

[lxsomo]

Nice and snug!

[omopupp-deactivated20211102]

okay but like the appeal of boys wetting their boxer briefs. they're turned on because of the hold, so their cock is hard and pulling the fabric taut. there's a little dark wet patch around the tip of their cock, and, is that from piss because they can't hold it much longer? or is it precum, because they're needy and ready to be taken care of? and then they can't hold it anymore, and the wet patch suddenly starts spreading at a rapid pace, and you can see their cock twitch cutely against the fabric as they let go. god the appeal

[lxsomo]

Oh my god, this description is the biggest turn on. A needy boy, his cock leaking just a little bit into his undies, a gasp as he starts having his accident and the wet spot grows…

[lxsomo]

From this one time I had an accident in my undies…

[lxsomo]

Hi there! For the last couple of years I’ve just been lurking around here occasionally to get off… I might start being a little more active though. I’ll mostly just reblog once in a while, I’m definitely not going to be super involved, and if anyone messages me please don’t take a lack of reply personally. But, you might see me around, so I just thought I’d say hi!

[lxsomo]

Hi! Can people tell you their desperate stories?

Sure, I’m always down for a story!

[desperatelyfullforever-blog]

Movie Omo

(Warning: a bit of a sex scene near the end!)

Hey! It’s Angie, back with another story. Boy, this is a good one.

For a bit of a refresher, I’m 5 feet tall, slight tan, heavy accent, brown, wavy hair and eyes, and glasses. I was wearing blue jean shorts and a tank top. My girlfriend, Kai, is half a foot taller, darker skin,dark hair that’s cut short (growing it out though), and glasses. She wore black shorts and a grey t-shirt.

My girlfriend’s a hardcore comic fan. She’s dragged me to nearly every superhero movie there was, the latest being Wonder Woman and Black Panther (both were really good, so no regrets). So, Infinity War came out recently, and she just had to see it.

She didn’t bother telling me that the movie was three hours long.

She picked me up from my place around 3pm so that we could go out to eat and the mall, treating the day like a date. We stopped at a Chinese buffet, eating a few plates and having unlimited refills of pink lemonade before heading to the mall an hour later. Me being a dumbass that loves caffeine, I begged Kai to buy me a large coffee. She gave in and did, while she got a donut.

I ended up getting another small coffee by the time we left for the theaters at 6pm. As we were in the car, I realized that my bladder felt moderately full, enough to make me close my legs. No matter, I thought. I can stop at the bathrooms there before the movie.

Turned out, I couldn’t. The line for tickets was out the door, and it took a half hour to get to the front. By that time my bladder felt even more full, most likely due to the frustration and cold AC in the place. I started fidgeting slightly, but my girlfriend was too excited for the movie to notice me shuffling around slightly and crossing my legs every once in a while.

We finally got inside, and she insisted on buying snacks for the movie. No problem, I would just get popcorn. Of course, the damn concession guy talked my girlfriend into buying a large slurpee and soda, giving me the slurpee. We got to our seats, munching on popcorn and whatnot. By the time the movie started, I realized that I drunk roughly a third of the massive slurpee already, and that my bladder already felt heavier than earlier. I shifted around a little, found another comfortable spot and made the decision to eat more popcorn to slow down the liquids.

In my mind, it never registered that popcorn is normally salty, thus making you want to drink more. Throughout the first half of the movie, I kept drinking more and more until it was actually empty. My girlfriend noticed and, without tearing her eyes from the movie, moved the empty cup and put her barely-touched soda in between. I was still thirsty, so I made a vow to slowly sip at the soda instead of inhaling it like the other drink.

Towards the last half hour of the movie, my bladder felt way past its comfort zone. I started rocking back and forth, rubbing my thighs in an effort to keep my hands busy. In my decision to slowly drink, I failed to realize how long the movie truly was, and by the time I realized that it was somewhat nearing its end, the soda was half gone.

Apparently, I started whimpering. My girlfriend swatted my arm and shushed me. I bit my lip and snaked a hand between my legs, grabbing myself tightly. She still didn’t notice anything until I started whimpering again, trembling.

She looked over at me, thoroughly shocked at my figure. “Why don’t you just get up and go?” she whispered.

“Don’t wanna miss any of the movie,” I whispered back. “There isn’t that much left, right? I can wait.”

She nodded, watching the movie again. However, I could feel her eyes on me. I had to undo my belt and shorts button in order to not lose it right then and there. By the time we hit the credits, I was curled into a ball, using both hands to hold myself, and had my legs double crossed. The moment the lights in the theater lit up I jumped to my feet. However, I felt her grab my arm.

“There’s always a bonus scene after the credits,” she said. “Sit down.”

I moaned, lowering myself very, very slowly into the chair again. Five minutes later, the scene came on. After it ended I stood up again, looking at her pleadingly. “Can I go now? Please?”

She nodded, but stood in front of me when I started walking. “Now, you know damn well you can’t go out there looking like that. Stand up straight, move your hands away and uncross your legs.”

It was quite the effort, but I managed to do all of that. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathrooms outside the theatre…where there was a ridiculously long line. Turned out, one side of the stalls flooded, and left nasty sewer water everywhere, so the only available bathroom was the family bathroom just before the rest of the stalls.

Seeing the line made my bladder throb, and I couldn’t help but grab myself again. “Babe, I don’t think I can hold it until that line goes down,” I admit. “I really gotta go.”

She looks at me, and I can tell she’s turned on, but trying to resist the urge to make it worse for me. “I’ll drive you to your place, it’s closer,” she told me. We headed to her car, me climbing into her seat and curling into a ball again. I avoided the seatbelt until I couldn’t, not wanting the pressure on my bladder.

Just my luck, it started to rain; not starting as a drizzle and gradually building, but started as a torrential downpour right off the bat. My bladder felt like a bowling ball laying in the lower part of my stomach, and any pressure threatened to make me leak. “How much longer?” I whined after a bit.

“Couple more minutes,” she answered. “Your mom’s gotta be at work right now. Do you have your key?”

…Well, shit. I didn’t have it, because I didn’t think to grab it before I left. She opted to drive to her house then, turning the car around. She didn’t notice a huge pothole, jolting my bladder. The sudden shaking was too much, and for a solid four seconds I was pissing a hard stream before I could cut it off. The crotch of my shorts were soaked. “Baby…I’m losing it,” I said.

She turned onto the highway, where she immediately got to a standstill. My bladder throbbed at the thought of waiting even longer, forcing out another leak. Unable to stand it any longer, I zipped my shorts down and started getting off in an attempt to distract myself. “Sorry, but I have to,” I said after she looked over.

She stared at me for a few moments, trying to decide whether to be nice or not. Eventually, she placed a hand on my stomach, feeling the bulge. “There’s no way in hell you’re this full from the movie alone,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

I blushed. “I…may or may not have been holding since the mall.”

She glanced at the clock: 11pm. “You’ve been holding it for seven hours??”

I groaned at the reminder. “Yes! I should’ve went before the movies…”

“…So you’re holding back three cups of lemonade, two coffees, a massive slurpee and half of the same cup of soda?” She sounded impressed and intrigued.

I just groaned again at the volume of liquids I consumed, and could only nod my head. Her hand moved around, caressing the bulge. I leaked again, taking advantage of her hand being nearby and shoving it over my crotch.

We were stuck in traffic for about twenty minutes, the result of a horrible car accident that covered the entire highway, thus resulting the standstill despite it being nearly midnight. My girlfriend couldn’t help herself and, right before we continued driving, played with herself for a bit while her fingers were buried deep into me.

Even while driving, she kept her hand there. I was actually distracted until there was that familiar coil of heat, signalling me getting close to the edge. “B-baby, stop, I’m getting close,” I begged, trying to pry her hand off.

She actually went faster, pushing me dangerously close. It took all my willpower to not cum, and because I was now focused on that, my bladder took the liberty of leaking even more. I finally got her hand away, gripping my legs tightly with my hands.

“Fuck you,” I panted. “I really need to…”

She pulled up in front of her house, quickly shutting the car off, opening her door and running over to my side. She climbed in and straddled my waist, kissing me deeply. “God, I’m so turned on right now,” she admitted. “I want you.”

Granted, I was turned on, too, and we hadn’t had sex in over a month because of school and her job. Despite the temptation, my bladder screamed at the added pressure. “I need to pee!” I shouted as she was working her lips and tongue on my neck. She managed to tilt the carseat back until I was laying down, moving her lips onto my collarbone.

The next leak I had was so hard, despite the rain and our panting it was audible. “Please…” I pleaded softly. “I need to go, now. We can finish this after.”

She reluctantly climbed off of me, letting me get out of the car. I practically ran to her front door, hobbling from foot to foot as she unlocked the door. I ran inside, hurrying to the bathroom near her room.

Right as I was about to close the door, she slipped inside. “I’m not done with you, yet,” she smirked.

I paid her no attention and tried to move toward the toilet, but she sat down on top of it. She pulled me down on top of her, took my shirt off and had me straddle her leg. She felt my bulge again, sucking on my nipples through my bra. I started grinding on her leg, both to help hold it in and to give my throbbing clit some attention.

She managed to get my bra off with one hand, leaving marks over the exposed skin. With the other hand she started rubbing my clit, kissing me hard when it was getting difficult to be quiet. Every few seconds I leaked, and within moments I could feel the coil of heat again. “Gonna…cum…” I warned her.

She bit down on a nipple while stroking my clit faster, pushing me over the edge. I came, hard. Immediately that opened the floodgates, causing me to piss all over my girlfriend. The relief quickly triggered another orgasm.

I came down from my high, still pissing. She was now rubbing herself furiously, soaked in my own piss. I decided to help out, moving around so that I’m pissing directly over where her hand is while making out with her. Within seconds, she was cumming.

After she was done, I was still pissing. “You really had to go, didn’t you?” she laughed.

I only blushed. I stopped a few seconds later. My and her shorts were soaked, as well as the bottom half of her shirt. She said she’d clean up the mess and got us both into the shower, where we both opted for another round.

[tremblingstockings]

The Club

Bryce never got the obsession people his age had with partying. He figured it was pointless to get blackout drunk and would much rather have it calmer, so he was only a little tipsy and just trying to feel the vibe of the music. He was really only there for his friend, Milo. 

Milo didn’t like going to those things alone; he needed a wingman or at least a ride home if things got awry. Bryce glanced over at him. Milo wasn’t too drunk tonight and that was a surprise. Usually Milo got himself slammed as hard as he could but Bryce guessed that he was really trying this round to get to know some people. It was nice to see. After a while, the lights of the club drove Bryce crazy as well as the boom of the bass rattling his bones. Everything happened in moments. His friend smiled. The crowd grew. After the next flash of blue all Bryce could see was a whirr of hands and arms up in the night. Laughter. His heart began to pound and the music felt louder. Something felt off, but he didn’t know what. A hand grabbed his arm and he looked down at it. It was small and soft, with skin a color that was a little indiscernible in the dark, and it had short black fingernails. He hazily glanced over at the girl who did this in the now pink and red flashes. Her eyes glistened in a dark brown hue behind long lashes and her smile was wide. And, she was way, way too close to Bryce’s face. He smiled nervously and a twinge of feathery urgency shot through to his bladder and he panicked. That must have been what was wrong…  The full feeling that was numbed earlier was starting to hit him and he clumsily stepped backward. Her smile now showed teeth. 

“Got a name, stranger?” She cooed in his ear. She then began to stroke his arm from under its sleeve. “Bryce,” he answered. She took his hand now, and he took in the slight hint of lotion rubbing into his skin from her palm on his wrist. “Dance with me, Bryce. My name is Amaya, but tonight, I’m your babe.” He grinned. How could he say no? The night wasn’t that fun earlier and she was cute. However, as time went on the urgency started to get real. Every boom of bass, every drum beat, every vibration and step, was taking his tipsy body and throttling it. His bladder was barely holding on, sending throbbing waves through his abdomen unparalleled by the music, and there was no way to move when she only got closer. The smell of her hair, the gleam in her eyes, and the gloss on her lips were all intoxicating him, and he was swimming to get out of his senses. He bit his lip, getting back on track, and looked around. There was no sign for a bathroom in sight. Chances were it was by the bar at the other side from where he was. He sighed. This place was hopeless. He nodded to himself, furrowing his brow. He’d just have to hold out for a while… She got closer to him. Once again the vanilla notes of her perfume hit his nostrils and made him dizzy. He backed up, not wanting his urgency to hit strongly near her. Those long eyelashes blinked at him. “Are you trying to slow it down?” She asked. Well, yes, if he was being honest…. She smiled and giggled, her voice reverberating into his neck, into his chest. She put her hand on his shoulder glancing to his crotch and then up at him, “May I?” She asked cheerily. He nodded nervously. His heart was already beating fast but now it amped it’s speed, his bladder trembling on every beat. The next thing he knew her fingertips were tracing over his belt buckle, then undoing it, and then he felt her warm touch slowly cascade into his boxers. He winced from the pleasure but also the aching, dying need that he couldn’t attend to. Each touch was like a tiny shiver. She wrapped her slender fingers around his member and smiled. She had him by the dick. Literally. He swallowed as she moved her face to be only inches away from his. “What’s wrong, baby…?” The heat radiating near his ears gave him a feeling that when the lights went back to red, his face would somehow be brighter. His breathing grew shallow. “I…I…” He was a stuttering, shaky mess. She moved her hands across his shaft smoothly, sending some waves of pleasure, but each wave ricocheted right through his spine, and right to his bladder. His dick began to throb in her hand, and he panicked. He wasn’t about to let himself soak it. He grabbed her hand in fear with a tight grip. “D-don’t. That’s enough for now.” He sputtered. She gave a teasing pout and took her hand out. “Sorry to startle you.” She said. He nodded. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Just… Uh…” She smiled gently and got to fastening his belt. She pulled it very tight, basically squeezing his bladder. Just like that it pulsed again and the electricity shot through him as a warm trickle jet out. He yelped and bit the knuckle of his finger, feeling his face grow hot. “No-no-no… I’m not even drunk. And even if I was, I can’t piss myself on the dance floor…,” he thought to himself. He looked around for an escape route, not even noticing the girl was grabbing me him by the arms and was ready to get off on him. He snapped his face towards her, starting to squirm. “Baby… Don’t be scared, you’re such a good dancer,” She purred with a flirty smile. He was trapped. There were huge crowds of people packed around him, blocking him from getting out. He was suffocating in pheromones, bright light flashes, and pounding beats.   She had her fingers ever so subtly around his neck and if he didn’t have to piss so bad he would be living for the kinky play. But now he felt defenseless. She danced a little harder against him and he mildly noticed the feel of her skin against his pantleg, each movement and vibration reminding him that he could drench his pants at any minute. He couldn’t help but groan and wince. “Amaya- I’m gonna-” “Ah ah, I told you. Tonight, I’m your babe…” His blush deepened. “Babe… I… I have to….” She smiled at his squirming and teased, “you have to what?” “Please I uh… I need to pee…” “I couldn’t hear that?” She asked, tilting her head and stepping closer. He couldn’t tell if the lights were red or if his body was seeing red. “I…” He breathed, “ I can’t… I…! Babe!” She kissed him, biting his lip and then pressed his bladder. “I know…” His eyes widened in confusion as she stepped back from him and watched him. Just then his bladder jet out urine once more in nervousness, making him clench his eyes shut and grit his teeth. There was no holding back now, for the next stream was too strong to cut off.  Relief waved through his body and his legs weakened and shook as he started to soon feel the warmth of his urine pattering into his jeans and rushing down his legs in a dark patch, then puddling to the floor. His skin grew exceedingly hot from the mix of alcohol and strong embarrassment, and he looked around frantically with tears in his eyes. It felt like it went on forever and by the time it tampered off, he was drenched. He was mortified. He just not only pissed himself in front of a hot girl, but also an entire club, because the moment he’d want to leave he’d have to show himself to anyone he wanted to get by. He shyly looked back the girl. Her eyes were fixated on his crotch and that made him back up and sheepishly put his hands over his wet patch and now throbbing manhood. He felt like a deer on an open field. “What do I do?” He asked, feeling humbled. She smiled, more gently this time. She took his hand and lead him through the crowd and made sure no attention was drawn to him.  He accidentally bumped into her a few times and felt terrible when he noticed some the patch sept into her pants. When they got towards the exit she stopped him and pulled him by the shirt into a closet nearby and shut the door. It was dark, and she felt around for him. “We should get out of these clothes.” She suggested. He just nodded without questioning and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. But, when he did, there was another pair of jeans underneath. He furrowed his brow and tried again, but then under that was another of the same soaked, dripping pair. With a sudden jolt, Bryce woke up and sat upright. He was drenched in sweat, and judging by the warmth in his lap, more than sweat. He winced at the puddle in the sheets but was somewhat relieved it was only a dream. Wetting himself at a club would really be a disaster. He stretched his arms up with a yawn, and suddenly a girls arm plopped over into his lap. He glanced down. The hand was small, and soft, and the slender fingers had black fingernails. 

[lxsomo]

What a lovely, hot story...

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Desperation story. So hot:)

[lxsomo]

Oh god that is hot