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[sweetbriar-got-a-kinkblog]

okay so it turns out the thing that makes me need to piss like crazy is getting wet with cold water. Source: got splashed on a sailboat with 2 people on it and nowhere to go and pissed myself. Like, thrice.

This happened like an hour ago

I just said I was squirming because of the cold but holy fuck was I about to lose it. I leaked when I stood up to adjust the main halyard from the bow but the way the water hit me (it splashed next to me and then collected into a puddle beneath me) it looks like I pissed myself already so if I had they wouldn't have noticed. I'm sure. I hope.

God the feeling of that warm trickle down my leg cutting through the ice cold lakewater. Once I leak I usually cannot stop it is a miracle I didn't piss myself then and there shivering like a wet dog. I was terrified. That little trickle went on for a while, too, not just a big spurt. Just slow enough to not be noticeable, but long enough that I was consciously aware of the fact that if I moved I'd probably lose control.

But if you want to sail you have to be moving, and even if I had the option to stay still, the wind was not on my side. The waves weren't dangerous, but they were enough to have the people usually cheering about waves a little bit afraid.

I on the other hand, was so afraid of a genuine accident I was prepared to go overboard and let go in the water. Unfortunately, the wind was so high that it wouldn't have been safe with the waves. So I just had to pray we cut through one that splashed enough water on everything that I could let go there and nobody would notice. That didn't happen, and even if it did, I am usually not very hydrated and the color would have been obvious.

I couldn't hold myself because it would have been embarrassing, and I could already tell that the other two had figured out something was wrong with me and let me just say. One thing about a piss kink is that it makes me TERRIFIED of genuine accidents. It feels like taboo.

And I've mentioned before here, I am a very, very squirmy person. That was turned up to 11. I was rocking back and forth, changing positions, clenching so hard, I kept saying I was just nervous and cold (I do have cold sensitivity. Fun fact: cold water getting poured on me makes me loose all bladder control or at least severely weaken it.)

Now, anybody who's been on a boat with a sail is familiar with tacking and jiving. We were going to tack, in high waves, with high wind, at high speed. Maybe this isn't always the case, but when we tack, it is ROUGH. The entire boat gets flung to the other direction, and it's a scramble to get from the now low side of the boat to the high side. You also have to duck so as not to get hit in the head by the boom (the horizontal bar under the main sail. It's called that because of the sound it makes when it hits you in the head.)

So, I panic. I have to duck, roll, and in my attempt to get from one side of the boat to the other we hit a wave and I lost all points of contact and I damn near pissed myself out of fear. Just another leak I somehow managed to stop. Though this time my pants were saturated and my legs weren't soaking wet, and my fears are proven, its a very notable yellow that looks nothing like water.

Fortunately, nobody saw because they were both too locked in. The person tacking was tacking solo (much easier with two people because you're handling both jib sheets) while the other person steered. Now, usually tacking is part of my job (and raising the sail. I love it.) But I think they figured something was wrong and wordlessly took over my job.

At this point, from the amount I let out, the pressure was a little bit lessened. I decided that if I'm going to piss myself it cannot be bright yellow. So... like a fucking dumbass, I down my water bottle. Now, I don't have a little tiny pathetic water bottle. The thing is huge. Obviously this was a horrible idea. It was fine for a little while, before the pressure shot up out of nowhere. It was so fast I made a sound. At this point, we had agreed that a storm was coming and we were headed back to the harbor.

I am fighting for my very life. The plan was to make my pee look less like pee and then just piss myself next time we took a big wave that brought water onto the ship, and now we're headed through the first break wall and into relatively calm waters. We wrap up the boat. I do what I can. And then I realize something: The tender.

The tender still has to pick us up and take us to the dock, since our keelboat is tied to a can. This means: Getting in a boat, and getting out of a boat, and a boat ride with someone I don't know, and the risk of them taking a detour to pick up other people nearby. I realize now that I could have just jumped in the water and said that I slipped trying to grab the can. I honestly don't know why I didn't do that.

The tender comes to pick us up. My mind is scrambling. I decide to put my water bottle up on the edge of the boat and knock it in "accidentally" so I have to dive and catch it and then just let go. My glorious friend whom I love so much says "I'll get it, you rest." and dives in before I can stop him.

He hands me my water. My pants are mostly dry. I do not have the "I sat in water which is why it looks like I pissed myself" excuse anymore. I can not risk letting any out. I jam my poor, poor water bottle between my thighs and CLENCH. Just a little longer. God please just a little longer. I'm going to explode at this point. It's honestly a little hot but I am mostly afraid.

I manage to get up onto the dock, and as I'm facing the dock and the last one off the boat I feel myself leak just a little bit. Just a slow trickle that isn't immediately obvious. I look down fearfully. Somehow my plan worked! It isn't neon yellow! It is still however, yellow.

And at this point, life decided to have mercy on me. Rain starts coming down. Hard. I am soaked through in a few seconds, still clinging to the ladder. Tender asks if I'm alright, I just make a joke about being tired and tell him to go pick up other people.

I am free. Nobody is looking at me, at least not directly. I am soaked through with rain. This is my only opening. I, clinging to the ladder, start to fully piss myself. And it SOUNDED like it. One thing I didn't anticipate is that rain and a massive stream of piss don't sound the same, so I had to force myself to slow down to mask it. I have an insanely large bladder, it went on for what felt like forever.

I realize that my friends are waiting and a little bit worried. They look over and ask if I'm doing okay, and I am both blessed and cursed with a number of ailments that randomly make me dizzy/weak/nauseous, and people assume it's that before anything else. I just say I got really dizzy and tell them to just let me hang out for a bit whilst desperately trying not to sound like I am actively pissing my pants.

Fortunately that little back and forth both covered the sound and gave me an excuse to stay where I was, so I dragged it out for a bit whilst trying my best to cut the stream, because at the rate I was going, it would take forever. I eventually did cut the stream! And now we get into act two of god why the fuck did I think that was a good idea.

My bladder is probably half empty. But now I am once again, cold and wet. As I stagger back to the docks, I start to leak again, this time much worse. It's not too noticeable because of the pouring rain, but if anybody was paying attention they could definitely tell.

We all agree to sit on towels for the car ride home, since we, in our hubris, did not bring a change of clothes. Now, there's not really a bathroom at the docks. It's a location, there's a building for the people who work there, but not really a public bathroom.

As soon as I stop the constant trickling, I wrap myself in the biggest, darkest towel we have like a tube and sit in the backseat. Everything is fine, bladder is probably mostly empty. Or so I thought. Then we hit a bump right outside my house! In the car and I lose almost everything. I was able to get more of the towel under myself in time so as not to piss all over my friend's car, but I definitely soaked through the towel a little bit.

Now, once I get dropped off, I take my things and the towel, go to my house, close the door behind me, and piss everything that was left in me on the floor. The puddle was honestly not that impressive which was almost embarrassing. I don't have a sense of smell so I have no idea if they could smell it or not, if they did they didn't say anything. The idea haunts me.

Anyway This is not proofread I am just. so fucking. oh my god. I need to share this.

[desperate-darling]

Another of the omo stories from the poll: motorcycle wetting. This is probably my most embarrassing story 🫣

When I was younger I dated a guy who owned a motorcycle. The bike was his baby, he put a lot of work into it and it was fast and very loud. A lot of weekends we would go on long rides through the mountains.

Now on these rides there weren’t many places to stop and use the restrooms, so I would occasionally go outside off the side of the road, etc.

This time, we had been out a few hours already and hadn’t really found a place to stop yet. We were on a long winding road, and we hadn’t even seen an opportunity to pull safely off the road to rest. I knew my bf wanted to stop and stretch, so when I started feeling a slight urge to pee i didn’t say anything because I knew he would stop as soon as he could anyway.

We went a few minutes longer, still no stops, and I felt my urge to piss staying the same, no big deal. Suddenly I felt a wet squirt into my panties and I realized that I had leaked, a lot. The strong vibration of the bike between my legs had made me feel numb and not even notice that I must have been getting desperate. I finally spoke up and said that I really had to pee, and he promised to stop as soon as possible.

Now aware of my desperation, I tried to keep holding it, but obviously I couldn’t cross my legs or put my hands in my crotch. It also seemed like the vibrations of the bike were making it harder to hold. Another spurt shot out like I wasn’t even trying to stop it.

“Babe I’m seriously going to pee” I said frantically. But my needs didn’t magically create a safe place to pull over.

My bladder gave out so suddenly I couldn’t believe it. I could barely even feel the release, just felt my jeans getting absolutely soaked in seconds. It just rushed out of my pussy like a tidal wave, and I knew it was spilling forward on the seat and wetting my bfs pants too.

I started to cry, it was the most humiliating moment of my life. We both had to ride the rest of the way home with my pee on our pants.

[squirmandglow]

One fun omorashi game I sometimes play when I have to run errands or go out for just a few hours is to not use a bathroom until I get home. Of course, this can lead to some desperate situations where I still have some stops to make, and I feel like I'm racing my bladder to finish them before desperation turns into a genuine pee emergency. This morning I peed before going out, but I also had a lot to drink before leaving, and I also got coffee while I was out because, well, reasons. I thought I was okay leaving my second-to-last stop, but once I got back in my car I started needing to squirm in my seat and hold myself. I made it to my last stop and got what I needed to, but by the time I was back in my car, it had become an emergency, and I was bouncing in my seat saying to myself don't pee your pants, you're almost home, don't pee your pants. I very nearly leaked while parking my car, and after parking I took a few seconds to gather up everything so I would only have to make one trip inside. That delay cost me, because between getting out of my car with my hands full, then having to close the door, I must have taken my mind off holding it for a split second. I felt a spurt of pee slip out, and it went straight through my underwear (bodysuit) and actually ran down my leg. It wasn't enough to be visible, but I knew I had to get to my door, unlock it, and make it inside as quickly as I could, because I knew I was moments away from having an accident. I was too frantically focused on making it inside to remember exactly if I leaked while unlocking my door, but I felt another spurt come out just after getting inside. I told myself I would just quickly set things down where they needed to go, then I would go to the bathroom before my pants had anything more than a few small, hard-to-notice wet spots. I didn't make it. I took an extra moment to look for something that I thought I might have left in my car, couldn't find it right away, and stopped looking to dash to the bathroom while holding myself and spurting into my pants. By the time I got to the toilet, I was having an accident. I tried for a second to unbuckle my belt, but it was too late. Pee was starting to gush into my pants and down my legs, and drops were falling onto the bathroom floor. I was peeing on the floor trying to get my already soaked jeans down, so I just accepted the fact that I was already having an accident, sat down on the toilet with my pants still on, and peed straight through them. I was relieved, but my jeans were soaked. I knew I needed to change, but first I wanted to post about what happened. So here I am, still wearing my pee-soaked jeans, finishing writing this post before I...(well, you know), rinse off, and pick out a fresh outfit 🥹😉😇💕

[chaseme202]

Been thinking really hard lately about a guy who wakes up to hangout with friends and in a rush to get ready and somehow make it at least partly on time, forgets to take his morning pee. Now obviously with the nerves of running around to get ready/brush his teeth/comb his hair/make sure he has everything, he wouldn’t feel the need. But as soon as he sits down in his car and goes to drive out, he feels it. He checks the time on his phone, realizes he can wait till he gets where he’s going. He’s squirming, maybe holding his thighs together as he drives. He arrives at the building, and as he stands up it hits him and he crosses his legs before walking inside. (Let’s say it’s a restaurant). He rushes inside, he’s only about 10 minutes late, he greets his friends and bounces on the balls of his feet as they all say hello. They get a table and sit, he immediately crosses his legs. He’s climbing up the desperation ladder, and oh boy he’s far up there. He sneaks some quick grabs to himself, but doesn’t want to do it too often or for too long in fear of them noticing. The waiter asks what they want to drink, he is so very tempted to say “nothing” but instead says he’d take a tea. When the drinks arrive and their orders are placed, he excuses himself to the bathroom. Upon entering, there are no stalls and the only urinal is taken, with quite a few men already waiting. Some of the men look about as desperate as him, he’s shuffling around and has a hand in his pocket to grab himself. God, he has to go. Hearing the sink run and other people getting the relief he so desperately craves makes his bladder spasm, he feels a tiny drip at the head of his cock. He feels it slide slowly down his thigh before being absorbed into his underwear. He wants to cry, he has to go so bad. The leaks come more often now. He’s squeezing himself so hard his dick is sore, but he just really needs to go. He holds a whine in the back of his throat, and sighs deeply. He really, really needs to pee. Finally he’s next, so close to his relief. He feels his leaks grow, there’s now a wet patch on the front of his jeans- but he doesn’t even notice. The person in front of him is peeing so agonizingly slow, he’s doing a whole dance number in attempt to stop the leaks or at least keep them from escalating. He can’t hold it much longer! His pants are so, so wet. He even loosens his belt. Hurry up! He wants to scream. The person flushes, and then turns around. It’s a man around his age. They stare at eachother, the stranger gives a smirk, and he realizes he may not get to pee in a toilet today.

[mlarayoukai-archive]

I hateee the "Mandela effect" no dude alternative universes ain't shit its just humans have piss porn memory get over it

[mlarayoukai-archive]

"forgetting Pikachu's tail color is proof the universes are crossing over 😳" do you think aliens built the pyramids too

[jagged203]

Hey uh I think your phone auto corrected poor to uh

[mlarayoukai-archive]

You know how it is

[transfemininomenon]

op came from the piss porn universe

[robin-hood-for-freedom]

No I’m pretty sure piss porn exists in this universe too. 

[deeznussys]

imagine..

getting cuddled and feeling the urge to pee. The person who’s cuddling you is grasping you so tight and you are getting more and more desperate to pee. Just letting a little bit out. You relax a bit and pee just so little. It feels so good. Your person slips their hand down your pants and touching the outside of your underwear.

“did you pee a bit?” They ask.

“n-no” you stutter.

you have to go so badly and you’re getting so desperate. You start squirming and grinding on their hand. “you do have to pee don’t you?” They smirk.

you nod yes aggressively and they hold you tighter. They push your bladder and you let out a little moan.

They push harder and harder and you can’t hold it anymore. They pull you on top of them.

“let it all out” they whisper.

You cry in pain and feel some warm liquid soak into your underwear.

“more..”

you let more come out and it feels so good. Your panties are soaked and you let it all come out. It drips down your legs and your person cuddling you slips off your shorts. You grind against them. You and your partner are now both soaked in bed cuddling. You are about to fall asleep in your warmth till you feel the urge to piss again. You lay on top of your partner and pee again. You soak their shirt and fall asleep wetting yourself again and again..

[twinkleomorashi]

Vocal desperation is so good. Characters whining super loud, frantically repeating how much they have to go. Announcing every little leak in a shaky panicked voice. Warning others that “it’s coming out!” Their words getting all jumbled as they have to piss so bad they can barely from coherent sentences. Sharp pained whimpers and groans. Their voice tensing up right before they wet only to fade into a shaky inward moan as they except their fate and just quietly stuttering “o-oh, god, I- I’m peeing”

[kiki-lar]

Let me gently push your legs apart, slide my hand up your skirt and touch your pussy through your underwear while you desperately leak onto my hand until it's soaking wet and you're trembling with the effort of holding back the rest

[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.”

[td-games]

Cum to Pee

While water sports (pee play) isn’t a personal kink, playing with urination does interest me from the standpoint of exerting control. Since orgasm denial is all about control, urination is certainly simple to incorporate into tease and denial as will be readily apparent in this tease. You will need a timer and a single, six-sided die for this tease. Masturbation toys are allowed but not required.

If you think about it, peeing is in some respects similar to having orgasms. While we can control the urge to pee to some degree (holding it), eventually we reach a point where we can no longer delay the urge to pee. Similarly, we have some measure of control over climaxing and while many people can endure a lot of teasing and still delay orgasm for a relatively long period of time, for most there comes a point when they are just going to cum.

In this tease, you will be subjected to having your urge to pee controlled until the end of the tease when you will have the opportunity to both cum and pee. There won’t be any requirement to pee yourself so you needn’t be into pee play in order to do this tease.

The tease requires less than one full day to complete. But you may find it most convenient to do this tease on a day you can spend 3 to 6 hours at home.

Rules

Empty your bladder before beginning the tease and then begin it immediately.

You may not pee again until given permission in the instructions.

You may not cum until given permission in the instructions.

You must consume at least 8 ounces (or 250 milliliters) of water or other fluids when you begin the tease and each hour thereafter until you complete the tease. You may drink more, but not less.

The nexus of this tease is obviously the link between peeing and climaxing. The purpose of the required fluid intake is of course to refill your bladder after you have emptied it at the start of the tease. The length of time it takes to refill your bladder represents the amount of teasing time. After several hours you will again have the urge to pee but will not be allowed to do so until you have satisfied a few requirements. One of those requirements is that you must cum before you are allowed to pee. Sounds easy enough, right? But wait, there are a few more requisites you must satisfy. So here is the tease.

The Tease

1. After emptying your bladder at the start, immediately drink at least 8 ounces (or 250 milliliters) of water. Then masturbate however you wish until you reach the edge, the brink of orgasm when you must stop to avoid orgasm. Stop masturbating when you edge and no more touching until an hour has passed.

You will repeat this every hour, drinking the required amount of water and edging. However, each hour after drinking you will add one edge―do two edges the second hour, three edges the third hour, and so on. As an aside, you may substitute other liquids for the water so if you prefer to have a coffee, soft drink, or a juice instead of water that’s perfectly fine as long as you consume at least 8 ounces (or 250 milliliters). I don’t expect you to actually measure the liquid each time. Just estimate. As a rule of thumb, a standard container of bottled water contains 16.9 ounces (or 500 milliliters). So roughly you need to consume the equivalent of about half a standard water bottle each hour. That’s the minimum. More is definitely fine.

2. Expect the tease to last between 3 to 6 hours, which is not coincidentally the amount of time, according to a urology site I consulted, that women can generally hold urine. How long it will take before you to feel the urge to pee is of course based on a couple of individualized factors―the amount of urine that you make determined by your hydration status and fluid intake and your functional bladder capacity. This is the key part of the tease.

I expect you to reach the point where you really need to pee badly before you move on to the next step. Of course this realistically will be somewhat objectively determined but I’ll give you some guidelines. Do not move to the next step just because you reach the point where you know you could pee. I want the urge to be a bit more acute than that.

As you know, the urge to pee sensation can range from small pangs to a feeling that is almost painful. I don’t want you to give in to simply a slight sensation to urinate, but I want you to hold it until you are closer to the point where it is painful. You needn’t however continue to the point where you are bent over with cramp-like sensations. Just get close to it, a point for example where you wouldn’t dream of leaving home without first peeing for fear that you might wet yourself before you could make it to a toilet. The take away, get to the point where you really, really need to go before proceeding.

3. Once you reach the point described above, you are ready to begin this step. You will need a single, six-sided die here, either an actual one or a virtual dice roller like the one here at Random.org, set to a single die. Roll the die then multiply the number rolled by 3. The result is the number of minutes you must wait before proceeding to step 4 which can be as few as three minutes if you are fortunate enough to roll a 1 or as many as 18 minutes if you are unlucky enough to roll a 6. While you wait, rub your clit lightly and slowly in a circular motion with a finger or two. You aren’t meant to edge here, just to stimulate. When the time is up, go on to the next step.

4. You should really need to pee badly by this point. But you will have to wait a bit longer. Roll the single, six-sided die again. This time multiply the number rolled by two. Again the result is the number of minutes you must wait before proceeding to the next step. Rub your clit as before while you wait for the minutes to pass which this time depending on the number rolled will be somewhere between 2 and 12 minutes. When the time is up, go on to the next step.

5. If you need to go badly when starting the previous step, by this point you may likely be a bit worried about wetting yourself before you are allowed to pee. Sorry, but you must hold your pee just a bit longer. Roll the single, six-sided die one last time. This time we will just use the raw number so the number rolled will represent the actual number of minutes you must wait before proceeding to the next step. Again, rub your clit slowly and lightly while you wait for the minutes to tick by which this time will be only 1 to 6 minutes. When the time is up, go on to the next step.

6. Finally the chance to pee is now in sight―but NOT before you cum. That is the last requirement so hopefully you will not only be dying to pee at this point but very horny and ready to cum too. I also hope you won’t have wet yourself before reaching this step because if that happens you forfeit the opportunity to cum. You must immediately stop touching and must wait 24 hours before masturbating or having an orgasm.

For this step, I want you dressed in a specific way. I want you wearing nothing except a pair of panties. The panties are to remain on throughout this step. We don’t want to risk making a mess so with your panties on, go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. Spread your legs and masturbate however you like, continuing until you cum.

7. After you cum, if you managed to hold your pee through the orgasm, you can now push your panties down and pee which may feel almost as good as the orgasm. But if you wet yourself in the process that won’t necessarily be a bad thing. The panties can be washed and many girls actually find it very erotic and pleasurable to pee themselves, especially while having an orgasm.

Once you have cum and had a pee, the tease will be complete. But don’t forget, the orgasm must occur before or at least simultaneously with peeing, so should you pee your panties before you climax, you must stop touching and forfeit the chance to cum. In such a circumstances, wait 24 hours before masturbating and having an orgasm.

Enjoy!

[icantfuckingholdit99-blog]

My first desperation wetting.

    Figured I would share the story of my first desperation experience.  I was about 8 years old and my friend from down the street asked me to come out and play.  Being that it was winter in Canada, this meant quite a lot of preparation prior to the actual getting outside.  Like most kids we’d been reminded about a billion times to pee before getting ready because of how ridiculously annoying it is to get in and out of all your snow stuff - not to mention how long it takes.  I remember having to go slightly but thinking I’d hold it because I was too excited to get out and play to have time for that.  So I pulled on some stretchy leggings, under a soft pair of sweatpants - which I tucked into my socks to keep in place - so I could pull my bulky snow-pants over top.  Of course being little meant I still had the suspender-style snow-pants that had to be pulled up over each shoulder.  Throw a sweater on over the suspenders and then a winter coat, add in gloves to the mix and it’s no wondering why our parents always warned us to pee first, you’re looking at a good 5-10 minutes to get everything off to go to the bathroom.       When I was finally ready I walked the 5 houses down to my friends house, she was already in her backyard trying to fix a fort her brother had knocked down earlier that day.  We worked on that for a bit then decided to carve out a run for the toboggan. There was a great sledding hill only a short walk away - but because the whole complex backed onto a creak my friend and I were not allowed to go alone.  But this also meant that all of our backyards were on a significant slant and because there was a fence that ran along where all the houses were - we could sled safely and still have lots of fun.  First we needed to flatten the snow down - this meant scooting down on our bums with no toboggan a few times first.  My friend went first, and then I followed with each scoot I could feel my bladder press against my tight pants deep inside my snow pants. When I got to the bottom of the hill I squeezed my hand tightly into my crotch but because of how many layers I had on I couldn’t get much relief, I really needed to pee!      “Hey can I use your washroom” - I asked as I slowly made my way to the top of the hill.   “My mom sent me outside to play because my dad is really sick on the couch in there, she said I couldn’t have anyone in to play” “I’ll be really quiet” “No, I’m worried if I go in she’s gonna tell me I have to stay inside I really have to pee too, but that’s why I’ve been holding it” she said.   “We could go to my house” I offered “ok yeah, let’s try our slide once with the toboggan and then we’ll go” she said That seemed fair - so we both got on, her at the front and me at the back - I wrapped my arms and legs around her - all I could think about was how badly I needed to pee, I hoped I could hold it and not let go with my friend between my legs!  We pushed off and slid fast down the hill - a quick hot squirt leaked as we jolted to a stop and I gasped and quickly regained control.  My friend on the other hand took my hands that were wrapped around her waist, pulled them to her crotch and with her hands over mine pressed down hard and grinded into them - “If I move I’m gonna pee my pants” she said frantically! I was too young to know the feeling at the time - but looking back holy hell was I turned on everything in my body was throbbing and aching my own need to pee growing the warmth of another girls crotch in my hands - I pressed my own crotch against her back and admitted “I don’t think I can make it back to my house” “let’s piss our pants together” - my friend was younger than me by a year but already used worse language - probably because she had older siblings and I did not.

I squirmed and finally said “ok”

“I’ll count to three” 1 2 3

I pushed as we hit 3 and about a seconds worth of pee dampened my pants before my body forced me to catch my breath and stop.

“I’m trying but I can’t” I told her

“me too” she said - “let’s try something else”

She stood up and walked over to a tree - she opened her legs and pressed her crotch into the tree, grinding up against it she moaned, “oh my god I’m peeing - I’m pissing - “

I joined her - wrapping my legs around the opposite side of the tree comforting myself hard and rhythmically against it as warm pee began to escape in torrents hot and soaking through my tights and pants.  Nothing between our crotches but a tree “oh no I can’t stop” I told her

“don’t stop - just piss…” she instructed me

The relief was orgasmic and the warmth in the cold winter air felt amazing.  

When I went home I changed and threw my clothes straight in the laundry - of course no one wondered anything because clothes always get soaked when you play in the snow!

[desperatepiss]

He's a keeper ;)

     So, because it was your tumblr that gave me the courage to further explore this side of myself I thought it appropriate to share with you my most recent experience.  I recently started dating my boyfriend, but I’m a pretty sexual person and I’ve always been open with my partners about what I like/am interested in.  I would never push something on someone that they were completely opposed to, but I think an intimate relationship should be a place to be myself and share my deepest secrets, desires, etc.  And in all honesty, in my experience I’ve never come across a partner who was completely opposed to watersports- partially this may be luck; partially I think I’m pretty um… ‘persuasive’.  

     It all started innocently enough the regular post-intercourse ‘what else are you interested in’ *please don’t cite the princess leia in a gold bikini fantasy* conversation.  My partner, like most guys (I assume), quickly dropped the typical wants to try anal and has always fantasized about having a threesome (who hasn’t, I mean I’ve had a few and I still fantasize about having a threesome lol!).  So I told him explicitly what I was into watersports-wise.  He said he wasn’t sure how he felt about it, more specifically that it wasn’t something he’d ever thought about. I left it at that. 

The following weekend we were drinking and listening to music and decided to head to BP for appetizers/more importantly we were out of beer.  Before we headed out he said he needed to pee.  Me being tipsy and turned on said “no, you don’t, you can hold it!” to which he responded “no I really can’t, but don’t worry we’ll have lots of time for that later tonight”.  As he shut the door the sound of his piss urgently draining from his body had me completely distracted as to what might happen later that night.

At the bar we each drank 3 more beers, and I could feel my own need to pee growing.  As we talked I noticed my partner jiggling his legs and adjusting the bulge in his pants from time to time.  When we left the bar I could barely walk straight from the building pressure in my bladder.  My boyfriend pushed me up against his truck and kissed me - the pressure of his hips against mine and the deepness of his kiss engulfed me and I momentarily lost concentration on holding - I moaned as a hot squirt of piss escaped my body.  Being that this turns me on, part of me just wanted to let go, but I quickly regained control.  My panties were so wet that I was becoming increasingly aware of how swollen my clit was.  I could feel it pulsing through my lulu-lemons.  

     I was brought back to reality by my partners voice “I have to piss so fucking bad, let’s get home”.  Sounded great to me!  We got in the door and my partner was openly grabbing his crotch, he was breathing fast and his speech was pressured as he asked “ok - tell me what you want me to do”.  I told him I wanted him to wait until he couldn’t hold it anymore and then piss on me.  To which he responded “well I have about five seconds…” - the panicky sound of his voice had me shaking with excitement. I laid down in the bathtub and he straddled me, the bulge in his jeans pressing so hard against my crotch I’m sure he could feel my clit throbbing in desperation.  “So you just want me to go… through my jeans?” - I couldn’t form words just a breathy “uh huh”.  “I won’t be able to stop…” - fuck me - I think I may have cum in my pants just a little bit.  We sat there concentrated - both sets of eyes expectantly on his crotch.

     He let out surprised gasp as the first spurts of piss dribbled through his jeans.  I watched mesmerized as the leaking stream soaked his crotch directly onto my own.  Suddenly my partner couldn’t hold back anymore and the slow leak became a gushing constant flow drenching us both - he moaned hard and loud with relief and I shook with pleasure.  I undid his jeans and pressed my hand against the head of his pissing cock through his boxers. As he finished he breathed “I had to go so bad”  - “ugh - I have to pee really badly too” I confessed - realizing we were both already completely soaked from the waist down.  “You wanna switch spots?” he asked - fuck yes I did!  

     Being on top of my partner like that gave me such a sense of control.  I have never asked partners to let me pee on them before; I’ve found that most people can be persuaded to use their own as a way to fulfill my fantasies, but that was already toeing the line for them.  I loved how open and experimental my partner was (is), even if we were both a little drunk. I also had a sense that I couldn’t be able to stop once I started.  I began to piss uncontrollably against him, because my relief combined with how turned on I was, was so strong - I shook and had to hold onto my partner for support as I moaned, eventually hearing the hissing stream slow to a stop.  I was breathing so hard and fast with how hot the whole thing was I could barely kiss my boyfriend.  

     We eventually stripped and showered and cuddled up in bed clean and warm.  My boyfriend admitted that this was not something that turned him on, but he liked seeing how much it turned me on and so he didn’t mind, as long as I promised to do the laundry.  This of course seemed like a pretty fair deal to me!

[icantfuckingholdit99-blog]

–> Forgot to reblog my own story! :p 

[rightsforbrunomadrigalonly]

Hey, I saw that your ask box is open, so I was wondering…

How would Bruno act with a partner who feels shame about there own pleasure? Like, he doesn’t notice it at first because he just assumes that his S/O likes spoiling him in the bedroom, but when he offers to reciprocate, the S/O outright refuses, worried that he will react negatively to the way they sound/will be off put by their body because of their negative experiences with partners in the past.

Idk why, but I really want to see a fic with a reader who is insecure about this type of stuff because I rarely ever see it.

I’d imagine he’d have to sweet talk them into letting him be in control one night (something he hasn’t done up to this point) and him just absolutely smothering them with love and words of affirmation.

I absolutely adore your work, and I hope you’re having a great day!

{I LOVE THE IDEA OF BRUNO BEING THE SUPPORT SYSTEM FOR A CHANGE! I think he's very loving and capable support system, but in the same time I feel he's very naive to the things he'd say. He's the type to say 'mi vida it doesn't matter if you're traditionally beautiful or not, you have such an amazing personality and you love me for who I am. I love you for that' and then be so confused when you cry because he thought he was being so genuine and sweet hahaha poor Bruno. On a real one though I think as someone with so much deep rooted trauma and self image issues, he would be so helpful here. I absolutely adore this idea and I hope I do it justice}

{Word Count: 2719}

{Warnings 🚨: 18+ CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. (I know I can’t stop you but respectfully do not, as it would make me very uncomfortable)}

The act of intimacy, a beautiful dance between two partners intoxicated by their love for one another. Nothing was stronger than the bond between two lovers entwined both in mind and body, ready to act on the primal urges to satisfy and be satisfied. You however, always acted more strongly on your urge to please rather than the desire to feel satisfaction and pleasure for yourself. Whenever you and your beloved would engage in copulation, you always made it a point to take the reins, driving your partner to orgasm well before yourself. Truthfully speaking, you’d never allow yourself enjoyment of your own, traumas of your past clouding your receptors. It wasn’t that the object of your ever burning love couldn’t bring you to the edge, you just wouldn’t allow yourself to feel what you didn’t think you deserved. Everything your partner did was perfect, you enjoyed it thoroughly, some days you had to stifle your whimpers and moans, too ashamed to let them go. Those days were days like today, where your lover was heavily instant on taking control for himself. 

Bruno let his wide moist palms shakily snake up your torso, your body perched suggestively on his lap. You could feel his hardening member pressing against the cloth of your undergarments as your mouth moved to mark and flutter against the warm flesh of his neck. Your heart clenched to hear the sweet sounds that rumbled from the other's chest, his hands frantically grabbing at your body just to prove the pleasure you gave was real. He needed to feel something tangible as he rutted his hips against your body needily.  A small chuckle bounced in your throat as you let your lips travel back up towards his jaw, focusing your attention right behind his ear. “What’s gotten into you tonight, mi Amor?” you ask, voice nothing but a soft purr as your fingers walk their way seductively up his chest.

His soft green eyes are hidden behind two blown pools of dark lust, his lips moving to attack your chin, your neck, truthfully anywhere he can as his hands claw down your front yanking the fabric pieces that covered what he wanted to see. “Mi Vida…let me spoil you tonight. I want you so badly.” 

You shuttered at the thought. The idea of your significant other defiling your body strictly on his own terms sounded delicious but…you couldn’t. You could, but to be clear you didn’t want to. The small voice in the back of your head that spewed vicious hatred filled insults flattened the desires you felt pitting in your stomach. Digging your teeth into the corner of your lips, you grind your hips back against his, rocking so haphazardly just to tease and irritate him. You grin with satisfaction as the man gives a sharp inhale, there wasn’t a better sight in the world to you. “What if I deny you? I haven’t had all the fun I want to have yet mi Amorcito”

Your body moves to dismount his lap in an attempt to shift your position between his legs when suddenly his palms lock you in place, pressing your hips flush against his in a move of pure dominance and desire. You give a gentle rut, trying to break his hold anxiously biting your lip as his eyes meet with yours. “Mi Vida…please let me pamper you. I want to taste your body on my tongue.” 

Your stomach churned, a mixture of lust and anxiety swirling around. The idea of Bruno’s face buried deep between your legs with the slick of your heat coating his lips is more than enough to turn you on…but still. You gently push his body back your eyes avoiding contact as you glance anywhere but him. “No…”

You couldn’t stand to look at his face, you sensed the way his eyes glanced at you making you feel so vulnerable and weak. Uncomfortable with the energy you created you began to wiggle and shove until finally you felt the release of pressure that kept you confined. You were mortified, especially with the look Bruno was giving you. “Please, don't look at me like that.” 

Your body language shifts and shuts off as you stand arms folded tightly across your chest, your eyes askance as you do your best to avoid him. Confusion seeps over the surface of Bruno’s face, his hand extending and retracting as he wrestled with the decision to comfort you. Your stance, the way your body tenses, he knows that look…he knows that feeling. He wants to help you but, what if he says something wrong again. He’s already upset you, he’s not trying to double down on the same mistake twice. “Mi Vid- uh Y/N…Did I say something…?” He asks sheepishly, his head lowering as he slowly encroaches your personal space.

His fingers very gently move to curl around your shoulder, spinning your body to face him once again. Heartbreak melts over him as he watches the tear swirl down from the ducts of your eyes, one after the other, the backs of your wrist desperately swatting them away as they fall. “You didn’t do anything wrong Amor” you whimper out. 

He wastes no time drawing your body flush against his own, his chin moving to rest softly on the top of your head as his arms constrict around your chest. “If I didn’t do anything wrong, why are you crying mi Vida?...Whoa, hey okay, shh…take a deep breath in through your nose, like you always tell me right?”

You can’t help the cough that fumbles out of your mouth as you attempt to correct him. “It’s in through your mouth out through your nose Cariño.”

“Oh. Right. We’ll do that then?”

You can’t help but smile, a small scoff passing your lips as your body instinctively snuggles closer to his. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood.” You hesitate for a moment truly debating if you should indulge your trauma with the other. “I just-I’m not good at receiving sexual pleasure.”

The man was confused, the way his face wrinkled and his brows pinched said it all. “Not good at receiving? Mi Vida, where did you get an idea like that? I don’t think it’s possible to actually be bad at GETTING the treatment. I’d understand if you thought you were bad at the giving part….which you’re not! That’s not what I meant to suggest, uh. Aha  I- uh you’re very good at what you do to me- um to my body.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you as you let your digits dance along his arm, taking in the warmth of his flustered body against your fingertips. “I don’t think I’m worthy of pleasure….”

His body shifts under your weight, head cocking to the side as he stares down at you. “Riiiiight….I- don’t think I’m following. I’m sorry um, it’s just- none of that makes sense to me. Why wouldn’t you be worthy of enjoying my love.” Bruno asks. There’s genuine confusion mixed in with tiny sparks of heartache. This man adores you and only wants to show you in his own way just how much you mean to him. “I- notice I’ve never gotten you to….well um, you know….is it because you think you’re unworthy? O-or because I’m not entirely good at what I'm doing?“

Your heart burns to think the man blames himself for something you’ve been denying yourself of, when the truth of the matter was quite the opposite. “It’s not you Bruno, everything you do to my body is perfect. Every second you spend treasuring me is time well spent. I see stars every time you touch me. I just- I feel inadequate.” Your hands move to fidget with his ring finger giving your eyes something different to focus on. “I had this person in my past, who only ever put me down. When we’d make love he’d comment about my taste, the noises I made. He hated it all. He’d tear me down every time we’d touch just to feel good about himself. I guess subconsciously I held onto those things cause now every time you touch me I can just hear a voice in the back of my head that says ‘y/n you’re disgusting.’ It’s never been you Amor.”

The room falls stale with the sounds of silence as you two sit quietly for what felt like an eternity. Was he mad? Hurt? Did he hate you? You muster all the courage you have in your body, eyes flicking up just for a moment to catch a glimpse of his face. There’s a certain calmness to his features as you watch him, gears in his head clearly spinning as he stared off towards the distance. Concerned  you raise your palm to his cheek, cradling the scratchy surface as your thumb gently brushes his stubble. “Amor?”

He blinks glancing down at you, his eyes genuine and warm as his long gaunt fingers curled under your chin. “Sorry sorry, I just got sucked into a thought. All this time I just really thought you liked spoiling me. It never occurred to me that something like this was going on….mi Vida, why did you wait so long to tell me?”

You can’t help but laugh at his question, it seeming just a bit comical to you. “I don’t know because it’s embarrassing? What am I supposed to say? Hey Amor, I’m sorry I don’t want you to go down on me because I feel insecure about my own pleasure.”

He could feel his own cheeks heating with mortification just hearing the words falling from your mouth. It was understandable how something this major could go this unnoticed. Even though the topic was a bit difficult to navigate, it was still a matter you both needed to discuss. “Yeah, I could see how that wouldn’t be the ideal mood stimulator…but…we’re kind of having a talk about it now?”

You sigh, relaxing into his frame. Admittedly it did feel nice airing the conversation, no longer carrying the need to hold this parasitic thought inside of your brain. While it wasn’t ideal nor entirely comfortable, it felt healthy and right to discuss this with Bruno. No matter what the topic, you always felt safe in his presence discussing things you’d never open up about. “What if you don’t like the noises I make, or the way my body tastes…I want to enjoy myself but-”

Your train of thought was halted, as his lips brush gently against yours taking the words right from your mouth. “So, what if you try then? Just this once. I-if you don’t like it and you still don’t feel comfortable we’ll work on things until you do. Let me at least try, mi Vida.  I want to see you wriggle in pleasure as you moan and beg for me. I want to  taste and feel how much you enjoy my mouth. Let yourself enjoy our love, you deserve it”

Heat spills across the bridge of your nose, the molten fury of your rising arousal spreading to your cheeks. You wanted this, more than anything you’ve ever yearned to experience. You knew that the traumas of your past wouldn’t disappear in just one night, with one talk, but you wanted to try. You thirsted to revel in the ecstasy of Bruno’s dominance for just one night. Cautiously, both your mind and body still on guard, you let your partner shift your positions the waves of unease rattling around in your stomach. You deserve this. You deserve this. Your eyes stay focused on him as his lips gently begin to work their way down your torso, nimble fingers slowly working to unclothe you. It was painful just how tedious he made the task, a mischievous grin on his lips as he nibbled and marked his way between your breasts. “You aren’t the only one who likes to play games ya know” he chuckled. 

Your heart rate flutters, your lips creasing into a smirk as hands move too spread through his curls like butter. You very gently knot your fingers at the back of his head, lust consuming your typically calm eyes as you glance down at him. “I’m starting to see that.”  

A soft chuckle bounces in his throat, gaunt palms pawing your chest as his mouth finally crawls just shy of where you’d fantasized they’d land. It was almost as if the man had been pining for this moment, his hands swiftly removing the remainder of your garments as his eyes shimmered with desire. His fingers gently stroked your slicked vulva, his own length twitching in response as your body jolted. He adored the reaction. His finger very faintly traced the shape of your lips taking care to avoid the most pleasurable part. Your teeth burrowed into the edge of your mouth as you did your best to stifle the whimpers building in your chest. Knowing that you were holding back what he wanted, Bruno made a point to withhold the pleasure you seeked, fingertips grazing everywhere but where you craved. “If you want me to touch it, you’ve got to moan for me, mi Vida.”

His voice is gruff and heavy with hunger as his eyes shoot to meet yours. You want it, god do you want him to massage the swollen bundle of nerves his middle digit purposely avoids, but you were hesitant. What if he hates it. What if he’s disgusted. Unable to fight the primal desires any longer, your lips part, the sweetest of whimpers passing your mouth as you whine out for the attention you crave. “Please mi Amor, touch me. You’re driving me crazy.” 

His breath hitches in his throat, as his pupils take over what feels like the entirety of his iris. Blood rushed straight between his own legs, his cock rising in his pants as his fingertip finally provided the pressure and friction your clit throbbed for. Your head flies back into the pillows, another moan passing your lips. It's the first time you’ve heard yourself moan in a while. His finger rhythmically circulates the nerve building up speed as he gages your reaction. “God, you sound so sinful mi Vida. Please don’t stop. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels.” 

The hand you had knotted in his head clutches his curls, gently tugging as your hips convulsed against his hand. “It feels so good.” you whine “I want more.” 

Your voice drips with desperation, sending the man between your legs into a frenzy. There's a sudden halt in pleasure, a gasp falling from your trap, however the bliss of friction soon returns as his lips consume your bud. His tongue flickers against it, purrs and hums sending vibrations through your body. You taste delectable to him, and the way your body shivers and arches is just the response he was looking for. You cry out with pleasure, sheets fisted in your palms as his mouth works to stimulate your body, pushing you to the brink of orgasm.  He builds the pressure perfectly in your stomach, watching as you squirm and whimper under him. “Cum for me mi Vida….Please. I need it. You taste so perfect. You are perfect Y/N...” 

He edges you until finally you blossom with bliss, body arching and toes curling as it all fades to black. The back of his hand dries his mouth as his eyes hungrily meet yours. “How did it feel?” he asks, body slithering back up between your gapped legs, nose to nose with you. 

Cradling his cheek, you can’t help the curiosity within you as you brush your lips to his, getting a taste of yourself on his mouth. “Absolutely amazing…” your breathless press out. “I should have let you spoil me a long time ago.” you admit earning a grin from your lover. 

“Yeah, well. When I’m right, I’m right.” he teases playfully before devouring your mouth. 

A smile tugs as you lock your arms around his shoulders. You spend the rest of the night learning and allowing your partner to show you the pleasure you deprived yourself of. Healing was a slow process, but with Bruno, you felt time was endless. You couldn’t wait to grow with the man you loved.

[ohfrickfanfic]

I’ll Try Anything At Least Once

Ok honestly I’ve been wanting to write this for a while but I was embarrassed about it, then I saw the Omovember tag on Tumblr and I’m like ok  here’s my excuse to write this. I know it’s not for everyone, I get that just please be respectful. I’m sure you will be, you guys are the best, I’m just super nervous about this one.

Pairings: Josh x Reader

Warnings/Tags:  Watersports/piss kink/wetting , omorashi/desperation, biting, praise kink

“Baby you’ve barely touched your water,” Josh says from where he sits across from you at the table of your favorite casual restaurant, located in your local mall. You’re there celebrating your two-year anniversary.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, it’s just that this steak is so damn good,” you say as you reach for your water glass. Josh watches intently as you take a large gulp, almost finishing the whole glass. “Guess, I was thirsty,” you laugh. “The food’s delicious, but it’s definitely salty.”

“Hey, after dinner, I was thinking we could go get you some new lingerie and I, uh… I kinda wanna try something new tonight.” He smiles as he refills your water glass from the small, glass pitcher on the table.

“Ooooh, like what?” you smirk. “You know I’ll try anything at least once.”

“You’ll see,” he teases. “Now drink up.”

You’re not sure what his current obsession with your water intake is, but you drink nonetheless. By the time the waitress returns to see if you would like dessert, you’ve finished your second glass. Josh immediately refills it as you look over the dessert menus.

“Josh, what the hell is up with you and the water tonight?” you ask, perplexed by this odd behavior. “For God’s sake, I’m about to piss myself.”

He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyelashes fluttering closed briefly at your words.

“Maybe that’s the point,” he speaks, his voice low and lust-filled.

“Josh, you can’t be serious,” you practically laugh, taken aback.

“I am,” he admits with blushing cheeks, “but if you’re not into it, just forget I said anything, alright?” he states sounding slightly defensive.

“Hey… no, look, I’m sorry,” you apologize as you reach out to stroke his arm. “You just took me by surprise, that’s all. I meant what I said earlier; I’ll really try anything at least once.” You smile apologetically and can’t help but to be intrigued by his kink.

You decide to forego dessert and make your way to the lingerie store where Josh picks out a simple, yet sexy, silky, white bra and panty set with lace detail.

“These are gonna look so good on you when they’re all soaked and clinging to your pussy,” he whispers seductively in your ear from behind you, placing them in your hand. You never thought you’d be into this kind of thing, and maybe it’s just the lust in Josh’s voice or the three cups of water weighing heavy in your bladder right now, but something deep in your pelvis stirs at his words.

Josh stays close behind you as you head to the cashier. The line is long, as it always is when the holidays are near, and the need to use the bathroom is getting stronger with each passing minute. Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you sway your hips in desperation, trying to resist the urge to physically hold yourself in public. Suddenly you feel Josh’s hand on your hips, stilling their movements.

“Baby, you’re killing me right now,” he says softly, digging his chin into your shoulder from behind you. “Feel what your little dance is doing to me?” he breathes in your ear, discreetly pressing his clothed erection against your backside.

“Josh!” you warn, reaching for the various lotions and body sprays that line checkout area, smelling them to distract yourself and ultimately picking out a few to purchase.

When it’s finally your turn to check out, you place your items down and brace yourself with your hands on the counter, crossing your legs at the ankles and squeezing your thighs together, effectively holding back the stream threatening to run down your legs.

After the transaction is complete, Josh takes the bag, strategically carrying it in front of himself. “Let’s head to the bathroom,” he suggests as you exit the store, heading back into the mall.

You’ve never felt more relieved to hear those words, but the feeling is short lived. Once inside the single stall family restroom, you begin frantically pulling down your panties as you make your way to the toilet, but Josh stops you.

“Unh-uh, that’s not what we’re here for,” he teases with a smirk, stepping between you and your destination, palm pressed against your shoulder.

“Josh, please!” you plead, clutching at your bare crotch, panties halfway down your thighs.

“No,” he answers sternly, “but feel free to keep begging. I love how needy and desperate you sound,” he says huskily. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

“Then why are we here?” you groan, beginning to pull your panties back up.

“Hey, hey, not so fast.” Josh places his hand on the crotch of your panties, stopping you from pulling them back up. “Baby, these are all wet,” he says, caught off guard by his accidental findings. “It better not be…” he pauses, trailing his hand up your inner thigh and discovering your slick folds. “Mmmmm, good girl. You like holding yourself for me, don’t you?” he teases, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Maybe,” you smirk with blushing cheeks, unable to tell where the pressure of your full bladder stops and the pooling sexual desire in your abdomen begins, the two sensations mingling as one. Josh smiles, reaching into the pink striped bag of your purchases and pulling out the matching bra and panty set he bought you.

“Here put these on,” he says, tossing them to you. “That’s why I brought you in here.”

“Now?” you question. “Why don’t we just wait until we get home?”

“Because when we get home, I just wanna take them off you… after you wet them for me, that is.” he smiles with narrowed eyes.

You do as you’re told, stripping out of your current undergarments and replacing them with the new ones as Josh watches intently, resting against the wall.

“You should help me with this while we’re in here too,” he teases, cupping his obvious erection, showing off the large outline through his jeans.

You squat down in front of him, not wanting to kneel on the public restroom floor, the positioning making you all the more desperate for relief. Josh unzips his jeans and you tug them down to mid-thigh, followed by his boxers, his bare ass pressed against the cold tile wall.

With one hand on the back of your head and the other grasping his length, he guides himself into your mouth. You bob over his length half-assed and sloppily, too focused on clenching your muscles trying not to pee. Josh notices your lack of skill at the moment, taking over and pumping himself, but he doesn’t mind. The sight of you squatting and squirming, hand pressed firmly to your core is enough to bring him close to the edge.

Assisting the best you can, you lick and suck on the head of Josh’s length as he strokes himself, occasionally slapping the tip against your tongue. The fullness of your bladder is becoming close to unbearable, and you let out a muffled, high-pitched whine as a strong urge to release washes over you, causing you to clutch yourself with both hands. The sound and sight is enough to send Josh over the edge.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna c-cum,” he chokes out in a barely audible, breathy moan as he guides his length to the back of your tongue, spilling down your throat. You do your best to swallow every drop, running the tip of your tongue over his slit, making him shudder before pulling him from your mouth completely.

“Listen, I’m all for pissing myself for you baby, really I am, but I’d rather it not happen on accident in public, so if we could head home now, that would be great,” you practically beg as you throw your dress back on.

“Oh, you’re no fun.,” he teases, doing a slight jump to get his skinny jeans back up over his ass and zipping them.

“Josh, please!” you plead, bouncing in desperation.

“Kidding, kidding,” he laughs. “Let’s go before you make me hard again.”

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“Are you doing that on purpose?” you ask, ripping your seatbelt off on the way home.

“Doing what?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“Hitting every damn pothole so my seatbelt squeezes my bladder!”

“Maybe,” he laughs, his tongue poking out between his teeth in that way you love. “But come on, baby, put your seatbelt back on. I’ll stop. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he says seriously, reaching across your body to grab the belt, one hand on the steering wheel.

“Fine,” you answer, taking the belt from his hand and buckling yourself back in, all while giving Josh a warning eye.

He keeps his word but the ride seems to last forever, and you don’t know how much longer you can hold it. You spend the rest of the drive with your hands squeezed tightly between your shaking legs, and your head leaned back on the headrest with eyes clenched tight.

“Baby, we’re home,” Josh says, lightly grazing his hand over your lower abdomen, breaking you from your concentration. You moan at his touch, the light pressure causing you to feel like you’re about to piss or cum, you can’t distinguish which. Josh helps you out of the car and into the house.

“Baby please, I can’t hold it any longer,” you beg the second you’re through the front door.

“Fine,” Josh says, quickly pulling your black dress up and over your head, tossing it to the floor and throwing your lingerie clad body over his shoulder.

“Josh!” you shriek, the pressure from his shoulder against your bladder forcing a trickle to run down his chest and darken a large spot on his heathered grey shirt.

“Mmmm, baby,” Josh moans at the warm sensation. “Come on, we’re almost there, you can hold it. You’re doing so good,” he praises, as he carries you up the stairs. You’re not exactly sure what his plan is, but you assumed whatever he had planned for this would take place in the bathroom, so you’re more than surprised when he carries you to the bedroom and tosses you down on the sheets of your unmade bed.

“Josh, I told you I can’t hold it anymore,” you plead, laying on your back with your knees tightly pressed together.

“I know… go,” he smirks, palming himself through his jeans.

“Here?! b-but the bed…” you exclaim, sitting up suddenly, grabbing at the sheets on either side of you.

“Don’t worry about the bed baby, we got one of those mattress protectors when we bought the mattress and I’ll take care of the sheets myself,” he promises. “Now, come on baby, wet for me,” he begs, as he pushes your panties you the side, inserting two fingers.

“Josh, fuck,” you whimper as his fingers curls upwards inside of you, forcing small spurts of urine out.

“Come on, more baby, let it all go,” he says, pulling his fingers from you, licking the wetness that’s gathered on them as he pulls his length from his jeans with his free hand and begins pumping himself.

You close your eyes and relax your bladder expecting a large gush, but only an agonizingly slow stream starts to flow due to the pressure in your overfull bladder. Josh strokes himself, watching and praising you with half-lidded eyes as what’s left of the dry spots on your white panties turn wet and translucent, clinging to the contours of your folds.

After a few moments, the pressure lessens and the flow picks up into a gush, flowing through the white fabric of your panties in a stream, soaking the bed around you. The relief is almost orgasmic, causing you to moan and whimper as your bladder finishes emptying.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. So good for me baby,” Josh praises when you finish, his eyes glazed over by lust in a way you’ve never seen them before.

He turns you over onto your hands and knees, moaning as he runs his hands over the wet fabric, admiring how they cling to your backside before pushing them to the side and entering you quickly. Guttural moans of your name form in his throat as his harshly grips your hips, slamming into you at a relentless pace. The wetness of your panties transfers to the skin of Josh’s pelvis with every thrust. He takes notice, gliding his hand over the moisture on his skin.

“Oh, shit!” he cries out, driven insane with pleasure at the feeling and picking up the pace, fucking you harder than he ever has in the two years you’ve been together.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck me, fuck, me!” you chant, loving his new-found intensity. He continues thrusting at a fast pace, sounds of colliding wet skin echoing throughout the room.

“Oh God, Josh, fuck,” you cry out, gripping the sheets as orgasm nears.

Leaning over your back, Josh reaches around to your clit, rubbing fast-paced circles through your soaked panties. Kissing roughly along the width of your shoulders, he sinks his perfect teeth into the crook of your neck, hard enough to leave marks as he cums. You bounce back on his length as he rides out his orgasm with slow, hard thrusts, achieving your climax moments later which rips through you with vast intensity.

“Oh fuck!” you scream as your arms weaken, your face sinking into the pillow.

Josh sings your praises of how amazing you did for him as he peppers your back with gentle kisses before pulling out. You roll to the dry side of the bed and Josh collapses on top of you, the both of you out of breath.

“Oh God, baby, thank you.” Josh expresses his gratitude as he kisses your neck. “You have no idea how much that got me going.”

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.” you tease. “Let’s just say we will definitely be doing this again.

[peeinginmypants]

Pee Imagine

My bladder is so full. I wanna sit on your lap, straddling you. We’re fully clothed and making out. Your tongue and lips are so soft against mine. Your hands are on either side of my waist with your thumbs softly pressing in on my bladder. It makes me squirm with desperation but the more I squirm the more friction I put on my clit. I dry hump you in ernest while trying to keep it in but you keep pressing. More and more pressure. The feeling of release keeps building. I cry out as I squirt once, twice, leaving dark spots on my jeans to slowly spead as I keep humping you. It’s too much. You’re pressing your entire hand against my bladder now, whispering what a good girl I am and that it’s okay to relax. I do. A steady stream begins and a torrent of urin soaks through my panties and denim and into your lap. A pool forms between our soaked pussies and grows larger until it overflows onto the floor. I keep pissing. It feels so good and warm.

[peepeeomo]

Neeeeed this❤

[despomo12]

I really really really just want to grind on someone's lap when I have to pee and eventually end up pissing all over them and have it not be a turn-off factor for them? That would be great??

Sounds amazing to me☺️☺️

[justalittlelonger-omo]

Imagine trying to hold it during sex.

Your top is holding you down by the hips and indulgently grinding into you with whatever theyre fucking you with and you buck up, fingernails digging into their back and dragging up, moaning little nothings into their shoulder

All while you're trying so hard not to piss the bed, you're holding on hard and it would almost turn you off to your top if they weren't fucking you so deep and sweet and right where you want them to be-

You leak a little bit and grip on tigher, a hand holding your mouth shut as you feel orgasm coming pretty close. Your partner notices your grip and picks up their pace, your bodies sliding into each other and the bed protests from the intensity and it's so so hard on your poor bladder :(

BONUS

Your partner knows what you're doing, and does all of the above, but grins and keeps going to see if they can get you to let out a spurt on their tshirt or something, they methodically but harshly pound into you as the last pieces of your resolve fall away, and you let out a hissing spurt, quickly growing into a fountain as you pee all over yourself, your partner, their clothes, and the bed underneath you. You're trembling and shaking as hot piss soaks into everything, and orgasm grips you like a bolt and you wrench your partner's shirt between your hands

[omg-needtopee]

all I want