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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    Well, some more almost made it and just made it videos for you to enjoy. Rach
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  2. EE-214

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    DLEE - 214 This is a bunch of scenes of teachers getting desperate and having accidents Enjoy
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  3. Version 1.0.0

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    This might be the greatest JAV I've seen in years, it checks all my boxes. Women in various outfits wait with others in a doctors office. They are clearly desperate and after waiting too long they have accidents with onlookers staring. Several of the shorter clips (I've only watched two, it was all I could stand before, well you know) include the walk of shame down the street in wet things. This reminds me of my own doctor's office desperate waits and planned and unplanned accidents: Anyhow, this is going to keep me very happy for the next long while. I love these!!!!!!! Enjoy, Rach
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  4. Version 1.0.0

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    Japanese women are interviewed and drink tea or other drinks, they get desperate and rush to the washroom when they finally get a chance. Some make it, some do not. Enjoy, Rach
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  5. As part of the university course I was on we had to go on regular placements. The students who lived in the halls of residence were often placed in far away towns and taken to bed and breakfasts for a week. This was one such time. There were around 30 of us on the hour and a half journey and the journey on the Sunday was very uneventful. Our placements were spread around quite an area with various students dropped in little towns along the countryside. I was around half way through the drop off with John being one of the last dropped off. Placement week was always busy and we were all looking forward to hearing how everyone had got on on the Friday evening. The placement finished at around 3pm and the first students, John and another girl, were first picked up around 6pm. John had had an outstanding critique and he had consumed a few beers to celebrate as well as having a coffee with his main meal. Friday evening traffic meant it was almost 6:45 before the last students were picked up and the coach then had a 90 minute journey back to the university. It was an old coach with no bathroom and not even any seatbelts! John was sat in a double seat to himself and I was across the aisle from him with another student beside me. We were all tired and lots of the students either fell asleep or wore headphones and listened to music. It was dark outside so nothing to see out the windows anyway. Roughly half an hour into the journey and John asked me the time. I say half an hour into the journey though for John it was more like an hour as he had been picked up first. Anyway, the first I noticed was his body facing more into the aisle and his leg bouncing a little. He looked up towards the driver as I told him the time. ‘Oh,I was hoping it was much later’ he replied before crossing his ankles. We made light chit chat about our placements and our grades but he seemed a little fidgety and distracted. He mentioned he’d has a few beers and ‘a coffee and might need a piss soon’ though I was thinking he looked liked he already did. The conversation came to a natural pause after I gave an embarrassed laugh at his comment but he smiled at me then looked back down to the driver. He moved over to the window seat and crossed his legs at the knees. I didn’t want to make it obvious but I could not take my eyes off him. He was dressed in a suit and tie, in his early twenties, had wavy brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was well out of my league but I liked him as a friend. Maybe ten to fifteen minutes later he shifted back towards the aisle again with one leg in the aisle tapping his foot on the metal walk way. His black smart shoes making the tap tap noise much more obvious. He whispered over to me, ‘do you think the driver would stop if I asked him nicely. I need a piss.’ I shrugged my shoulders and whispered back ‘you can only ask I guess’ I checked my watch to see we still had at least 45 minutes to go. John walked down and spoke to the driver and returned to sit on his seat and resumed the leg bouncing. ‘So?’ I asked. ‘He reckons I should wait.’ ‘Can you?’ This time John shrugged though I could tell he was very disappointed and unimpressed at the situation. He wriggled a bit, leaning forward with his head resting on the seat in front. ‘I need a piss’ he murmured to no-one in particular. He fluctuated between the window seat with his legs crossed looking out the window, to the aisle seat with his legs bouncing until suddenly I saw him in the window seat holding himself with one hand and his bottom raised above the seat. He bounced his bottom back onto the seat squirming as he did so. There was half an hour minimum still to go to our destination but he looked really bursting now. Again he walked down the aisle to the driver, presumably begging him to stop again. Again the second time he returned to his seat swinging his legs as he sat down with a hand resting on his crotch area. What had started as whispers between us was now general knowledge as one student after the other started asking John if he was ok. ‘I’m just fucking bursting for a piss that’s what wrong and the stupid driver won’t stop! Ok!’ He said rather loudly and much more angry than I could ever recall seeing him. Others tried to console him with the usual platitudes of ‘not long now mate’, ‘you’ll be fine’, ‘try not to think about it’ etc, none of which was helping poor John. He really was openly struggling now. He could hardly sit still. He was rubbing his crotch then gripping himself, then bouncing about, then tapping his knees with his hands. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, his head leaning on the headrest in front of him, he rocked and rubbed his trousers and swung his legs repeating to himself ‘need to fucking piss’ over and over. I was in such a quandary. The entire situation was making my own pussy throb with a very different need to John’s, my nipples were brick hard and tender and I wanted to rock in time with John but yet at the same time I really didn’t want him embarrassed or having an accident in front of all his peers. Partly to calm my own beating heart that was going ninety to the dozen with desire and party to try and keep my friend from utter humiliation, I swallowed hard and overcame my own shyness and walked up the aisle to speak to the driver. ‘Sorry to bother you. It’s just my friend really can’t wait any longer and I don’t want your seats being damaged with urine. Please could you stop somewhere, when it’s safe of course, and let him get release? It really is an emergency I’m afraid.’ I glanced back at John who had loosened his belt and undone the clip on his suit trousers and was rocking and holding himself for dear life. Despite me trying to be discreet John shouted from the middle of the coach ‘Mate I need a fucking piss. Please stop. I’m about to piss myself!’ I almost climaxed right there so much so I had to steady myself and sit down on the nearest seat as the driver started to slow down and pull into the side of the road. As we slowed to a stop John stood up with a hand now inside his trousers holding his penis through his boxers as he hobbled down the aisle and descended the few steps to the fresh air. It was pitch black outside but the headlights of the coach meant I could just about make out John’s shadow as he hobbled to some bushes and stood pissing for what seemed like hours. I stayed at the front of the coach and stood to thank the driver. The driver sighed and said ‘we really did have just ten minutes to go too’ but I smiled and said ‘I don’t think he could have held two more minutes let alone ten do you?’ As we both looked in the wing mirror at the male shadow standing at the bushed with his trousers barely above his knees! John was still pissing! Finally he headed back to the coach and the driver opened the doors to let him in just as a number of cheeky students clapped for him. I have never seen John so embarrassed! As John returned to his seat I followed behind as the driver pulled back onto the road for the last ten minutes. John returned to the aisle seat, relaxed, relieved and happy. As I sat down he took my hand and held it, looking right at me and whispered a sexy ‘thank you’ as he leaned in towards me and kissed my cheek. He had no idea the shivers that sent right through my body and the desires it stirred in my private areas. I was delighted he made it on time but I needed back to the privacy of my room to orgasm soon. We never became an item but remained good friends throughout our years at university. Unfortunately I never got to see him bursting as bad as that day but my memory replays the magic often.
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  6. Another one: Halls of residence again It had been a boring day with long lectures at the university on a warm spring day. I had been sipping water from my water bottle and had a large glass of cola with my lunch to keep me awake and to stay cool as the lecture halls got very warm. The last lecture of my day dragged on and I was hungry by the time it ended at 5:30. I was also needing the bathroom. By the time the lecturer finally let all 200 of us out the cleaners had already started work and as I passed the ladies there was a sign saying cleaning in progress. I wasn’t desperate and as the halls of residence were next door I walked over deciding I would have a quick wee on the way back to my room. I got into the halls to see a long queue along the corridor as I realised the dinner hall queue had formed. If you were late for meals you got whatever they had left which wasn’t always what I liked so as my bag was quite light having just an A4 pad, some pens and my empty water bottle I forgot all about my desire to pee and joined the end of the dinner queue. There were over 120 students lived in the halls of residence and I was over half through the queue. Standing against a wall waiting I began to regret not going upstairs to the toilets near my room. My bladder was reminding me now that it was pretty full but I was hungry and thirsty too so crossed my legs and tried to ignore the rhythmic beating of my urethra. The need would die down for a while and I promised myself I would eat my meal then visit the loos. Meantime the queue seemed to move incredibly slowly. Finally I was in the large dining hall and picked up a tray with my meal and took a large cup and filled it with orange juice from the machine. I was warm as the spring sun shone through the windows and I had waited in the corridor for half an hour. I tried distracting myself by exchanging pleasantries with the others at my table as the sitting position made my bladder think I was sitting on the toilet and it pulsated for release. I crossed my legs and sat on the edge of my seat as I ate and drank. The need was getting more constant with less time between waves and longer spells of throbbing. It was 100% of the time though and although I was very much in need of a bathroom break I was still fully in control. I would swing my legs, fidget a bit and sit upright to tighten the muscles as necessary whilst enjoying my meal and making basic conversation. I was very embarrassed about things like needing to pee and I hoped against all hope no-one knew how bursting I was. As the last of the students were served their meals the puddings began to appear. I could have left and not bothered with a sweet but then I heard someone say it was apple crumble with custard which is a huge favourite of mine so my bladder would just wait a little longer. Standing up to get a bowl meant gravity pushing my urine down which made me instantly cross my legs. ‘Just eat this then you’re free to pee’ I told myself. It seemed to help. I moved on the seat a bit while I finished my sweet and loaded my dishes onto the area provided. My plan was to walk through the lounge area (the only way to my upstairs corridor with my bedroom and shared bathrooms) and put my bag quickly away in my room then visit the bathroom quick. My mind was so set on this that when someone called my name as I walked through the lounge I never ever heard them at first. I was not going to let anyone in that lounge area know how badly I wanted to use the toilet but when John stepped right in front of me I got such a fright I almost fell over. As I stumbled back up I gave myself a quick squeeze covering my hand with my bag so no-one saw me. I was quiet, reserved and introverted at university but John was in my class and I liked him. My face must have turned red because I remember him clearly asking if I was ok or too hot because I looked flustered. He said he was worried about all the time I spent alone in my room and with his hands on my shoulders he gently pushed me over to the couch to sit down. ‘At least watch a soap with us all before you sit alone again Mary. We don’t bite!’ So here I was bursting to pee, having drank my full water bottle, a large glass of cola with my lunch and another large cola with my dinner and now sitting at the end of a sofa in a communal lounge area expected to watch a TV for half an hour with my bladder aching for release but way too embarrassed to say anything or just get up and run to the loo! I didn’t want to be rude nor did I wish to attract attention or have anyone guess my predicament so I vowed to hold on as long as I could. I crossed my legs one way, then a few moments later the other. I bounced my knee, tapped my foot and moved my bottom on the seat. It wasn’t helping much as I started to sweat. The theme tune to Eastenders was only just starting. I hatched a plan that when everyone was distracted with the TV I would just stand up and walk upstairs. I wriggled a bit more desperate to get to the bathroom and watching for an opportune moment to escape. Of course not being accustomed to being in the lounge area much I wasn’t aware that not everyone watched what was on and there was always a group who would be playing a game or chatting away and I now would looks obvious if I stood up and walked out. I felt a tiny drip leak. John was sitting beside me and put his hand idly on my leg. The couch was very snug with three adults on and I was sure he was just trying to get comfortable. I, on the other hand, could not get comfortable at all! I crossed my legs tight and sat bolt upright. A minute later that wasn’t helping and I pulled one leg under me and sat with my foot pressing on my pounding vagina in the hole that would help. That worked a little longer but then I found myself subconsciously bouncing on my foot. Thankfully no-one noticed but as another drop leaked I leaned forward to get my bag to out on my lap to cover the fact I was sitting with my legs both to one side with my feet on John’s knees and my hand between my legs. I was absolutely desperate for the ladies! I don’t think the soap was even half way through when I sighed, much louder than I even realised. John looked at me and asked if I was ok and I leaned in and whispered to him ‘I’m almost pissing myself, I have to pee so badly’. He looked at me sympathetically and grabbed my hand (the one that wasn’t between my legs) and pulled me onto my feet. Grabbing my bag he pulled me gently through the double doors and up the stairs though he really wasn’t meant to be in that area as it was girls only. As I climbed the stairs behind him with him still holding my hand my bag falling behind me from my other hand I could feel another drip. My body was close to giving in and releasing my entire bladder contents into my leggings! At the top of the stairs John opened the double doors and stood holding them open as he gestured to the shared toilets and showers for the 12 rooms telling me to hurry before I burst. I barely got my leggings and knickers down in time! As I sat exploding my pee loudly (so embarrassing!) into the toilet I looked at the wetness in the crotch of my pants and immediately my face went scarlet. My pee seemed never ending and all I could think about was John outside waiting for me. There was a small wet spot on my leggings but as they were black I was sure no-one would know. I washed my hands and splashed cold water on my face to try and calm down. I had been sweating so badly trying to hold back the flood and my face was read and sweaty. Finally I opened the door and saw John leaning against the wall opposite waiting on me. ‘Did you make it ok?’ He asked kindly and sympathetically. ‘Not entirely’ I whispered back, my head looking at the floor. ‘Where’s you bag?’ He then asked looking around me for it? I had been in such a panic to pee I had dropped it outside the cubicle! I nipped back in and got it and John smiled as I came out. ‘Gonna drop this in my room now. Thanks for helping me.’ I ran up the corridor to my room and unlocked my door. As I opened it up I looked back to see John still standing where he was the entire time I had been peeing. I dropped my bag quick, locked the room and headed back to him all the while still with a wet gusset! He smiled and suggested we go back downstairs to maybe watch something else. The couch was taken so I sat elsewhere so much more comfortable this time. I’m absolutely certain looking back that John knew I needed to pee and was enjoying watching me squirm but didn’t want me embarrassed by wetting myself in public. I saw him very desperate not long after this but I’ll write that up soon.
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  7. I found this today. There isn't much to see, but it might be of interest to somebody here.
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  8. Hi all, I love being desperate for the toilet. I love the feeling it gives me all over and I love hearing I read seeing others in that position too. I find it a turn on. One thing that makes it even better for me when ver year very desperate is to have a small leak or a spurt then keep holding on. The wetness of my underwear combined with the fact the the plug was released and now has to be put back in makes the whole experience even more erotic and incredible. I am curious if anyone else likes this aspect too? Holding after a leak or spurt makes it so much harder! I have heard some who after leaking the game is over and the tap isn’t either open or closed. What is your experience of leaking? Can you hold on afterwards or not?
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  9. When did you get such adorable signature and background images?
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  10. The issue is that it brings an ancient thread back to the top of the category and bumps a newer, active one to the next page. Furthermore, a post this old likely contains participants that have moved on or are inactive, and as such it's not likely to be contributed to meaningfully. Speaking of which, thanking is kind but contributes nothing constructive. You mean well, but it causes issues, especially as a widely accepted practice. As such, it is generally frowned upon on pretty much any forum online.
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  11. Version 1.0.0

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    So some lovely ladies look for a place to pee, the find it, but are lifted while peeing, resulting in some interesting little pee fountains... not quite for everyone and not top quality but you might enjoy it. Enjoy, Rach
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  12. View File DLSL-169 i said i would post this awhile back and forgot i had seen parts of this on here before but never the 2+ hours full version so here you go Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 01/15/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Unspecified
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  13. Here is a drawing i decided to do of May from Pokemon. For those familiar with my art, you'll notice this is more detailed than i'm used to. I'm trying to improve my artwork with shading, and i'm learning a bit on how to draw environments. I look forward to any comments and criticism on my work. Without further adieu, here is, May.
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  14. Hi everyone, i now have quite a collection of stories on here and they are all 100% true accounts of either me being desperate or others I have witnessed. I love writing them out and reliving them i was wondering if there would be interest in me writing fiction stories and if so what would people enjoy in those? Do people really want a plausible story line or skip to the desperation? Do people want romance, sex, nudity or not? And finally would you prefer characters to just make it or wet or a mixture? Curious as a writer what the audience wants to read. Thanks!
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  15. Is this Male or female? Not indicated?
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  16. DLSL-169

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    i said i would post this awhile back and forgot i had seen parts of this on here before but never the 2+ hours full version so here you go Enjoy
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  17. This can already be done with the Blogs section. Stories can be kept private until you make them public.
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  18. Hey, sorry... I'm not quite sure how I missed your post before. Forgive me for taking so long to answer. It sounds like there are really two things you are asking; If we have been caught producing the videos, and if the girls have ever been caught in wet pants. As to the first question, if we have ever been caught filming, the answer is sort of. We were shooting on private property, outdoors, that we had rented for the purpose of making some videos. We had our cameras and lights set up, so it was obvious we were filming, and the models were in the middle of changing into new outfits when a couple mountain bikers came riding down the trail right into the middle of the area where we were filming. They caught us with cameras and a couple of naked girls. Because we were set up in the middle of the trail they had to slow way down. It was obvious that they were extremely shocked by the scene in front of them. This is the only time we have been caught by unsuspecting people filming something, and in this case, the mountain bikers didn't see any wetting, just two naked girls. I'd also like to note that the mountain bikers, in this case, were trespassing. They would have had to of gone around a locked gate and past several private property and no trespassing signs. As for the second question, if the girls have ever been caught in wet pants, the answer is yes. This has happened a few times, but is pretty rare. There were a couple incidents with Mikki in the early days of HD Wetting. The first one was when she did a public wetting scene. Walking back to the car after peeing in her jeans involved walking across a bridge. While crossing the bridge pedestrians on the other side starts coming towards her. There was nowhere for Mikki to go, she just had to walk by the group in her visibly wet pants. They didn't say anything to her, but they did look. That video can be seen right here. Shortly after that incident, in another public wetting video with Mikki, she returns to the car to find it locked. The window is cracked, so she tries to gain access to the car to get inside and change into dry clothes, but ends up setting off the car alarm. This ended up drawing attention to her, as she locked outside the car in soaked jeans. Slightly more recently was this public video with Roxanne. The idea for this video is she would be desperate to pee outside of a closed rest area, eventually wetting herself. However, as soon as she wet herself a service worker came out of the closed facilities. He told her that the next building over had open bathrooms, but at this point Roxanne had already peed her pants. Not knowing what else to do, Roxanne simply said that it was too late while pointing at her wet pants, then rain back to the car. Finally, the other example that comes to mind is this video with Sosha. In the video Sosha is supposed to walk down to the street corner, wet her pants, then walk back. It was shot with a hidden camera, so no one would know she was being filmed. On her way to the corner she passed an obviously intoxicated gentleman who offered to take her home with him. She ignored him and continued past. The man, however, stopped walking, sat down on a bench, and just watched her. For a while she tried to wait, hoping the man would leave, but he just continued to sit there, staring at her. She made the decision that if he wanted to be creepy and keep staring at her, she was going to put on a show. She wet her pants, then walked back, directly past the drunken onlooker, who just stared and didn't say anything.
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  19. Version 1.0.0

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    Soaked and Humiliated Paddling - Ashley Lane's Cruel Coach - 1080p From: Assume the Position Studios Description: Ashley Lane is bent over with her hands on the wall, topless taking a paddling from her crew coach. Nervous and humiliated she begs to use the bathroom. She is forced to hold it while he delivers much-needed Discipline. Convinced it's a ploy to escape her paddling, he continues to spank her bottom until she loses control, soaking her gray leggings. Moaning in humiliation has her pants are soaked splattering into a pool on the floor at her feet. Her discipline is far from over… I did not post for some time (more than a year), time to finally com back Vid mentioned in forum post: Warning: some nudity: topless!
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  20. Thanks for sharing
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  21. Ok so I am trying to sort out bedding but really need to pee. I videos myself. Still got hours and hours to go! Pits quite distracting needing to pee! CCD153CE-3B55-4661-B499-C6273FB30988.MOV Seems video is too long so will take some pics It’s only 12:38 and this is getting harder!
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  22. Version 1.0.0

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    This one's rather unique for an omorashi JAV in that it doesn't feature any wetTING. Rather, all of these women have already peed themselves and you get treated to the aftermath of their accidents. Behavior varies; some show signs of desperation, as if they're trying to hold back another wave, while others attempt to walk comfortably. Most try to hide their wet patches, which vary in size from hand-sized leaks to full-blown soakings. Some attempt damage control by wiping after getting a more secluded spot...like that'll help. If seeing actual wetting action is your deal breaker, this isn't your video. On the other hand, cutting out the wetting allows for more models (37!) in the same time frame as compared to JAVs with complete wetting scenes. This video's broken into 4 x ~30min parts.
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  23. Thought this was well done.
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  24. Authors note: I know on my last story I said I wasn’t going to post much here anymore but decided to write a story anyway. So I guess I’m back? Even though it hasn’t been that long. Idk really just enjoy the story. —————————————- Anne was the most attractive girl in the school. She was gorgeous, and the way she carried herself was so confident and sexy. She had every reason too, along with being physically perfect Anne was smart, mature and one of the heads of the Model UN club. She was 18 going on 30. She was way out of league for my dorky ass. I tried to snapchat her twice and gotten left on opened both times. Guess that’s what I get for going for the hottest girl in the school. Today I managed to land myself in detention. I supposed I should’ve actually done my math homework instead of playing video games all weekend long. “Mr. Johnson is there a reason you decided to not do your homework?” I was blushing the whole time. Anne was definitely thinking about how childish and stupid I was as Mr. Sellmey gave me detention for missing homework for the tenth time in a row. Anne of course would never not do her homework. What happened at the end of the period really shocked. About three minutes before the end of the period a guy approaching Anne. (Brave son of a bitch, I will say) He decided it was a good idea to make some weird sexual remark. “God, you are such an immature little shit!” She yelled in response. “Miss Cauper there will be no swearing in my classroom!” Everyone in the class was shocked. “Detention, my classroom after school.” “I have UN club after school!” Anne was determined to get out of it. “Well perhaps you should act more like someone who belongs in the UN. My room after school.” Mr. Sellmey wasn’t backing down. The guy actually managed to get off the hook. Not sure how as what he said was probably far worse than what Anne said, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, why would I complain about an excuse to spend an hour alone with Anne? So at the end of the day I headed back to Mr. Sellmey’s classroom. I took a seat in the back of the classroom. About two minutes later Anne walked in. Man was she looking hot. She was in some tight blue jeans, black sock boots and red sweater. Even as she marched into detention she still held up her usual confident posture. She sat down in the front row like she did in every class. “David can you please come to the front.” Mr. Sellmey sternly said to me. I walked up to the front and sat next to Anne. My stomach filled with butterflies. God she is so hot. “The two of you will be here until 4:00. I expect no talking or nonsense.” Mr. Sellmey laid out the rules for us. Anne groaned and pushed back her blonde curls. It was obvious that she wasn’t used to being in detention. I pulled out my phone and started playing some crappy game. It was hard to concentrate with Anne next to me. She pulled out a book and started to read. After a few minutes she closed her book and was about to stand up but Mr. Sellmey walked out the room. She pulled out her book again and started to read. “Hi.” I decided to try to make conversation while the teacher was out. “Hello.” Anne replied in a stern voice. She was clearly not in a good mood. “What are you reading?” I couldn’t think of anything better to say. “A book.” She was really not in a mood to talk. Mr. Sellmey walked back in and sat at his desk. Anne put her book away and went up to Mr. Sellmey. I admired her ass in her jeans the whole time. “May I please go to the restroom?” Anne asked. “No, you’re a senior. You can wait until 4:00.” “I haven’t been since lunch.” Anne sounded really desperate. Lunch was almost three hours ago, and Anne always had a bottle of water in her hand. My dick hardened at the thought of her desperate. “No, you decided to act up in my class so now you pay the price. You want to be an adult? Act like it!” Mr. Sellmey was pissed. Anne walked back to her seat and pulled out her book again. The next half hour was rather dull. I put in my headphones and watched YouTube on my phone. At about 3:35, Mr. Sellmey walked out to talk to a teacher in the hallway. I kept watching YouTube until Anne said something out loud. “You okay?” I didn’t hear what she said because of the headphones but it didn’t sound good. “No, I was just talking to myself.” She didn’t take her eyes off her book. Her voice sounded like it fell apart every word. “Are you sure? You don’t sound too good?” “I said I’m fine!” She really didn’t want to talk to me. I noticed her left hand sneak down to her abdomen where her belt dug deep into her bladder. Her legs were spread widely out. “Can I help you?” She noticed me staring. “You know if you have to pee you can tell me.” It made sense why she didn’t want to talk all detention. She had to pee really bad, worse than I originally thought. My dick was bulging through my pants. “If I wanted to tell you I would’ve already told you!” She looked back her book before looking back at me. “Hey, I’m sorry about that. You haven’t done anything wrong I’m just really stressed right now.” “It’s okay.” My heart was beating fast as hell. I couldn’t believe I was actually talking to Anne Cauper. “I just don’t see how I deserve detention. That douchebag started making comments about me I had every right to curse him out.” “Well, you can’t complain about you don’t control. Besides it was your choice to curse at him.” “I guess you’re right. I just want this to be over.” “Yeah, me too.” “Damn, my back teeth are really floating.” Anne looked really stressed. “And this detention is taking forever.” “Well, maybe if we talk it’ll keep your mind off of it.” We talked for the next fifteen minutes and we got along fairly well. Finally Mr. Sellmey came back. “I want to go home, get the hell out of here.” He waved us out despite only being 3:50. Me and Anne walked out. Anne rushed down the hallway, her boots loudly clacking with every step. “Damnit! No!” She yelled out. The janitors has closed the bathroom for the day. She maintained her composure. She turned around and we started to walk to the parking lot. “Hey Anne, uh, sorry to ask this but uh, can I have a ride?” I usually took the bus but it was an hour after the buses had all left. “Yeah, you can have a ride.” We went to the parking lot and and I got in the passenger seat. She put the keys in the ignition and off we went. “Turn left up here.” I gave her instructions to my home. Anne turned right. “Uh, Anne I said left.” “Shit! My bad.” She stopped to turn the car around. “Do you want me to drive?” I could tell she was having a hard time. “No, no I’m fine. I just need to pee so bad.” I wasn’t used to hearing Anne talk like that. I only usually bearding her answering questions in class or talking about intellectual things with her friends. She must’ve really needed to go to be acting like this. “Hey David, may I use the restroom at your house?” Her face was beat red. It was so surreal, to see such a mature and adult-like person in such a childish and embarrassing state. “Of course.” I tried not to sound too excited but I probably still did anyway. “Thanks.” She gave me a huge smile. “Ah!” She sent a hand down to her crotch. “Are you sure you don’t need me to drive?” Even though we were minutes from my house I still wanted to make sure we actually made it in one piece. “No, I got this!” Anne was determined. We pulled into my driveway and she rushed up to the door. She was bent over crouched as I put the key in to unlock it. “Ah hurry hurry!” I finally got it unlocked and she rushed in, only to be greeting with the sound of my younger sister taking a shower. I completely forgot the Middle schoolers got home at this time. “Teresa when are you done?” I shouted in as Anne writhed in agony. She was completely potty dancing at this point. “I just got in!” My sister shouted out. “Oh damn, I can’t wait any longer!” “Go the woods in the backyard!” I grabbed and started to walk but she resisted. “That’s disgusting I’m not peeing in the woods!” Anne was appalled. “Would you rather piss your pants?” She nodded and followed after I said that. I lead her into my backyard when she stopped moving. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I turned and asked her. “I can’t go any further!” Anne bent down with both hands shoved in her crotch. “I-I-...” The stream started. It pooled up on the crotch of her jeans before running down the back of her legs to her ankles. Pee pooled on the ground in the grass as it dropped from her pants. It filled up her boots to the brim. Anne let out a long satisfied sigh as the weight of her bladder finally let itself free. The sigh quickly turned to anger as she turned around and stormed towards her car. “Hey Anne! Anne!” I shouted after her as she walked with her back to me. She opened the car door and prepared to get in. “Come one Anne.” She turned around and hurried her head in my shoulder and started to cry. I felt her wet legs rub against mine. “I didn’t do anything to deserve this.” I heard her say between sobs. “I know you didn’t.” I hugged her tighter. “No one other than me will know this happened okay.” I felt really bad. I took her inside and got some of my sisters clothes for her. I let her use the shower and eat a snack before walking her out to her. “This will be our little secret okay?” “Okay.” She went to get into her car but turned towards me again. “Here’s my number, call me anytime I’ll gladly pick up for you.” Anne smiled before getting in the car. Maybe detention isn’t so bad after all.
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  25. TV Tropes

    https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PottyEmergency Found this website a while back, thought of it again today. There are a couple categories that could be useful to this community. The link takes you to the most obvious.
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  26. This shot is sooooo sexy. For some reason my ability to give upvotes seems restricted lately , unless it's because I have given you so many.
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  27. From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Uuh Ooh... I guess the potty was too far... nah it was totally within his reach but it's more fun this way :P
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  28. Wow I really love the way you describe these situations. I am not normally into male desperation but I really enjoyed this and the effect it had on you. You have a real talent both for writing and also for holding large amounts of urine as proved on Friday ?
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  29. So my plan was to wet in a park but I ended up holding it even though I walked every trail possible ??‍♂️. I figured when i get home I’d make a video for here. On ride home is when things started getting tough though. Close I got to home the more I’d slip. By time I got home I had a softball size spot on my pants and my but felt wet. So I had things to carry in I placed a bag infront of me and behind and ran my ass off to my door. I was slipping all the way. As I put the key in. As I ran up the stairs to my apt door. Slipping all the way. By now my spot was no longer a softball but a very wide steak down my left leg. As I put the key in my apt door and I began to have a solid flow. I ran inside panicking I’d get my shoes wet. With all my strength I stemmed the flow, getting off my shoes and soaks. The video takes over from here and shows what I actually meant to do. I hope you al enjoy! I think it came out bad ? 07266472-E4CD-4548-8912-DDA34786BE6A.MOV
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  30. That was so hot. It got me rock hard. I would have loved to be there. Being with a bursting woman is my idea of heaven.
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  31. Yep, you can save posts as drafts on the blogs platform, and even set specific publish date/times for entries!
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  32. I like how you write very much and I would love to read also fanfiction from you!! umm I dont need a very big story but its cool if it has a scenario and also maybe build up desperation. I think both is good, with romance, sex, nudity but also everyday things are nice to read like the typical (desperate in school, in the car etc...) Because I mainly like the desperation I dont mind if they wet or make it
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  33. I just found another one with some very nice hissing... yummy! KikiVega - parking lot jeans piss hiss.mp4
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  34. Day-III Monmouth The next morning Lord Farlen woke up to the sight of a bulging stomach at eye level and he looked up to see the Queen smiling at him, “Looks like the Lord had a good night’s sleep!” she smirked. “Y-Yes,” he replied, “So…I guess you didn’t wake up during the night, huh?” “Fortunately your Queen is a very sound sleeper,” she told him, “But I figured it was time to wake you up. The sun is climbing up, and I was just wondering if I was going to get a morning piss today? As you can see (she gestured to her bladder bulging over her dress) it’s going to be quite hard to fit this bladder into any of my corsets today.” Farlen gulped, then replied, “Can’t you just be without a corset?” The Queen scoffed at him, “Now how am I supposed to be on the road without a corset? A lady must be dressed properly at all times.” It was then that it hit him, “Do we leave for Monmouth today?” he asked. “Yes,” Charlotte replied, “The King has given his command.” “Well, my Queen,” he began, “I think you can hold it still and I’d be glad if you skipped your morning piss.” Though this little game was beginning to get on her nerves, the Queen politely agreed, “Alright then, as you wish,” she sighed with a faint smile, “Get ready, we will be on the way soon” she left him alone in the chambers. Farlen was amazed she could even think straight with that bladder bulge. Her bladder had become very large and it looked like several liters had been added to its volume over the course of the night, such was its distension. The Queen had been holding her waters for over two days, her bladder working continuously to keep her hot piss contained. Farlen was in awe of Her Highness’ ability to wait for so long without giving even a hint of desperation. He dressed with haste and went for his breakfast in the great hall. The Queen drank two kettles of tea and had a few sliced pieces of fruit for her breakfast. She had already drunk liters of water too in the morning after she woke up, which was now ardently working its way into her swelling bladder. Farlen saw how much Her Highness had to drink and he couldn’t help but notice how swollen her stomach looked, “My Queen, are you sure you’ll able to hold it till we reach Monmouth?” he asked when he was sure no servant was around them. At this she smiled, “Who knows? Maybe I’ll need to water a bush on the way.” Stunned at her response Farlen sat openmouthed, wondering if she actually meant what she had just said. Could she really do that? He reasoned with himself that someone holding a fifty hour bladder would consider almost anything to rid themselves of such a vast, heavy amount of urine, but then Her Highness caught him thinking and laughed, “Haha, don’t worry, my sweet,” she winked, “The royal bladder is cast-iron, it can easily hold all that I drink but most of all, a lady of nobility is not supposed to make waters anywhere but a privy. I’ll piss only after we reach Monmouth.” “If you ever need to piss, that is,” Farlen couldn’t help but add with a grin. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m building up quite the gusher in here,” Her Highness bragged, rubbing her distended bladder. With that, she left him to meet and thank Lord Hornwood, his guests and members of the hall, who had joined them for breakfast, walking around the great hall pretty well for someone with a near watermelon-sized bladder. It was like a vault on lockdown, holding her liters and liters of urine. Soon they waved their goodbyes and the Queen began working on a skin of water to go on top of her fifty-hour bladder shortly after they had taken the road. Her calmness was mesmerizing to Farlen, as the Queen continued showing no signs of desperation while sucking down her large drink, on top of everything else she’d already consumed. With well over fifty-four hours since her bladder had been emptied, Charlotte was still behaving normally, even sitting normally, despite the large bulge resting in her abdomen. She was completely ignorant of her swelling organ. When they stopped in the woods to rest, everyone made sure to relieve themselves behind the bushes, everyone except for the Queen who stayed back in her carriage, and while she waited, Charlotte asked Elizabeth to pour for her from the flask of wine. Soon half of it was gone and the Queen just sat looking out of the window of her coach while waiting for the others to get ready to leave. “So how do you feel, my Queen?” Farlen said as soon as he came back. “Nothing different, my Lord” she replied, “Though I just had a flask of wine.” “My Lady! Does your bladder ever fill?” the boy asked awe-stuck, surprised that the Queen Mother still wasn’t desperate. Charlotte laughed at the boy’s words, “I’m getting there, that’s for sure. All that wine is soon going to make me want to go.” “Is it getting bad? You don’t show it at all” he stated. “Well, I’m certainly not holding a tinkle! But I’m used to it, so it doesn’t bother me. All those long council meetings have trained me well,” Charlotte told him. They were on their way shortly after. The dusk soon drew in, and the bulge in the Queen’s abdomen had become astonishing in its size. She had grown sore from riding in the damned wooden box all day but to her great respite, Sir Hendrick of the scouting party told the Kingsguard of an inn up ahead on the road. The warm yellow light spilling from its windows looked so inviting that the King could not pass it by without having a good meal to satisfy his stomach and soul. At this hour, they would have expected the inn to be crowded, but when King Iwan entered along with his guards, followed by his mother, Lord Farlen, Nurse Gwendolynn, and Elizabeth, they found the common room empty. A young lordling in a fine damask mantle was passed out at one table, snoring softly into a pool of spilled wine. Otherwise there was no one. They looked around uncertainly until an old, stout, petite, round-faced woman emerged from the kitchens and said, “Sit where you like, my lord. Is it ale you want, or food?” “Both.” King Iwan took a chair by the window and Charlotte joined him, along with Farlen and the ladies. “There’s good lamb, roasted with a crust of herbs, and some ducks my son shot down, trout too if you say. What will you have?” “All of it” answered the King. The woman nodded with a smile and went in to draw tankards of ale and brought it to the table. “Will you want a room for the night as well?” “No,” Charlotte answered, “Some food, some ale, and it’s on to Monmouth for us. How much farther is it?” “A few more hours on the eastern road” the woman said, “Bear north when the road forks at the burned mill.” Soon the food was served. The lamb was as good as any they had ever eaten, and the duck was even better, cooked with cherries and lemons and not near as greasy as most. The innkeeper brought buttered pease as well, and oaten bread still hot from her oven. This is a meal fit for the King, Iwan told himself as he sucked the last bit of meat off the bone. Good food, and ale, all that he could ever wish for. The other’s enjoyed the food as well. The Nurse’s big hands tore apart a heel of black bread and had it with the spicy lamb meat while Elizabeth used the bread to sop up some of the bacon grease the trout had been fried in. The Queen refrained from eating anything but a few cherries with a couple tankards of beer. Farlen was sure that after all this liquid, the Queen was brewing her own beer inside her bladder. Even a horse wouldn’t have been able to wait as long as she had, and Charlotte made it look like it was nothing. When they were done, Sir Mandon of the Kingsguard paid the woman with a silver coin and got back a fistful of coppers. It was dark by when they resumed their journey and the Queen felt rippling jolts of warm piss inside her bladder as her carriage went over rocks and potholes. They were now entering the lands that once belonged to their enemies, the Daltons. The Golden Lands were a place of rugged hills and rolling plains, of misty dales, a place of blue lakes and sparkling rivers and fertile fields, of broadleaf forests that had the game of every sort, where the wooded hills nursed labyrinthine caves that wended their way through darkness to reveal unimaginable wonders and vast treasures deep beneath the earth. These were rich lands, temperate and fruitful, shielded by high hills to the east and south and the endless cold shivering winds from the north. Once the sorcerers and witches made their homes in the woods, whilst giants dwelt amongst the hills, where their bones could still be found. Charlotte still remembered, her father Lord Merek had first told her of his wish to betroth her to Ronald, Lord Reynard Dalton’s eldest son when she was no older than six or seven, though he told her never to speak of it until a betrothal was officially announced.Charlotte remembered drawing a picture of her and Ronald on the wall of her chambers in Longford, once, though she claimed it was King Henry and his wife, Queen Cicely, when her mother had discovered it. It was only after many years that Charlotte learned from her mother that her father had proposed the betrothal to Lord Reynard Dalton, but he refused Charlotte as a bride for his son and heir. She smiled faintly, looking out of the window into the growing dark. Their ride went on for another hour and it was almost time for supper when they reached Monmouth, the seat of House Corington. The castle was ruled by Lord Philip Corington, whose father, Lord Samuel had once been a councilor to King Henry and then to her husband, King Owain. The castle of Monmouth was nowhere as big as Tilsworth, but it sure was strong. The King and Queen Mother were welcomed with bread and salt into the fort that felt much warmer than the cold forest they had ridden through. House Corington was once a vassal to House Dalton of Dunstanburg, and Lord Philip and Queen Charlotte had been on the opposite sides during the Great War. He had lost his only son that day and the wound was still fresh as if it all happened just yesterday. “Seven years” he said as he welcomed the Queen, “Seven years have passed since that fateful day, yet today we stand here as allies, let me welcome you to our home, my King and Queen Mother” he bowed and brought their hands to his brow. The Queen really had to use the privy now but she acted indifferent before them. She could not let anyone know that between her thighs she was nursing a bladder carrying her sixty hours worth of urine. The tired Queen and Lord Farlen were guided to the chambers by the servants and Charlotte was almost ready to take a big piss, but as she began to walk towards the privy, ready to push its door aside, the Little Lord spoke out, “My Queen, don’t you remember? No wee for you!” “Oh, but why?!” she turned around, the frustration evident on her face, “I have been holding it for so long!” “Oh, but alas, you won’t get to take one!” he laughed. “If I tell the guards that you won’t let me visit the privy, they’ll surely punish you for troubling me,” she said. “But you won’t do that!” Farlen said, “It is not good manners for a lady to talk of the privy.” “You know that I haven’t made water in days and my bladder is continuously swelling, it is time to give it some rest,” Charlotte said, “You’ve had your fun, now I must make waters and feel comfortable again.” “Why, is it because my Queen fears she would wet the bed tonight?” Farlen teased her. That was it. Charlotte took it as a slight; she couldn’t believe that a mere boy of ten would have the guts to question her holding prowess, “Absolutely not! I am the Queen of the twelve kingdoms and I can hold my waters as long as I wish to!” “Well then, I am sure it won’t bother you to hold your piss longer,” Farlen squeaked, “I was just starting to enjoy the game!” “Well boy, a Queen pees on her own accord,” Charlotte said, clearly stating her intent. “Should I take this argument as a sign that you are busting to visit the privy?” Farlen said, “Isn’t it, Your Highness?” “You simple boy, you will talk to me with respect! The royal bladder is cast iron, it does not break” she stated firmly, “I rode a horse while holding on to a bladder far fuller than I have now. No amount of piss is enough to make me desperate; do you get me you little brick headed lad?” “Then please don’t go to the privy yet, my Queen” he pleaded, “Please, I pray to you! I am really enjoying it!” “Fine!” Charlotte announced, “But make sure you never challenge me that way again.” “Yes, my Queen” Farlen nodded and they both left for the supper. Lord Corington had laid a lavish feast for King Iwan and his mother and everyone ate to the health of their new King, everyone except Charlotte who drank down almost a tankard of beer and another of mead, sending rippling waves of urine into her bladder. She ignored her bladder’s signals, simply because she knew she didn’t need to care about it. The fatigue from the journey had taken upon her and she drifted to sleep as soon they reached back to their chambers after the feast.
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  35. Awesome https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c24b1d0481cf One girl, public pee https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c2913025edbf
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  36. i was in the comic book store today and i see this out of nowhere and haven’t recovered yet
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  37. I have to say, I am in a very similar situation. I am well into my 30s now, but I have been here for years. I first discovered that the thought of women peeing turned me on, after a couple of incidents I witnessed, when I was in school, and thought I was weird. As I grew into my teenage years it was female desperation that really turned me on. Any time I encountered a queue for the toilet, I was fantasising like crazy. I genuinely thought I was a freak, and I was the only person in the world who could be turned on by something so disgusting. As the internet became more widespread throughout the 90s, I discovered a few niche "Piss porn" sites, and came to terms with the fact I wasn't alone, but it was still a dirty secret. I joined this site many many years ago, and, like most, I was a silent member. Slowly I started to contribute and realised there are literally thousands of people with the same fantasies, and this is such a perfect place to live those out. In my real life, I too am overweight, unattractive, single, and have very little luck with the ladies. I would never dream of divulging my fantasies, for fear of "real world" reactions. On here though, I can explore it all with likeminded people. Like you, I feel accepted, and have had great feedback on stories and experiences I have posted. I have also had a number of private conversations with members, and I enjoy greatly learning about what others are aroused by, exchanging experiences, and generally sharing the love. Its an amazing community, and long may it continue.
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  38. When I was at University I spent a summer working in the reception of a five-star hotel. One hot August afternoon an Italian couple walked into the lobby area. They were both dressed very elegantly, obviously of the upper-middle class sort. The woman was a very pretty and petite blonde, in her late twenties or early thirties. She was wearing tight jeans, black heels, a dark green top. As she entered the hotel she placed her expensive-looking sunglasses on top of her slick curly hair, while holding an equally pricey handbag in her hand. The couple came up to the reception desk, the husband pulling their luggage behind him. I was on my own at the time at the desk, so he came up to me and with a friendly smile asked if they could check in. I proceeded to do the paperwork required every time a guest checked in, such as asking them to fill in their details, check their passports etc... At one point, when my back was turned while I photocopied their passports, I heard the woman speak, in Italian, to her husband. Unknowing to her, I speak Italian quite well, so I understood every single word. "Please tell him to hurry up, I'm about to piss myself". My hearing sense was immediately heightened, as I heard her husband telling her to have a bit more patience. That probably meant that she had been needing to go for quite a while. Finishing my task and feigning ignorance, I handed the couple their passports and asked if they needed anything else. Now, I clearly noticed that the woman was standing cross-legged, biting her lip and doing a subtle bounce in the middle of the reception area. To her annoyance (and my delight), the husband asked me if I could give him some information regarding the bus timetable. She huffed slightly as I started showing him a leaflet with times. After a couple of minutes (the husband was still asking questions), she snapped at her husband in their language. "I'm going up to my room because I really need to use the toilet. You can stay here chatting. Bring the luggage with you". She then picked up the key and went off. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her do a cute pee dance as she was forced to wait a few seconds for the lift to arrive, before she finally was able to get up to her room.
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  39. I’m pee dancing like crazy here! Gitta keep on holding though...I can do this! 472177E4-860F-4611-A291-4B7142FC5016.MOV
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  40. I have came downstairs to have some lunch. Squirming a little as very aware of my need to pee but determined (for now) to try and hold on. i suspect the guys working are needing to go as they have stopped for a lunch break in their van but not gone anywhere so they will need to hold on too. hope this video loads. having a bowl of soup and a cup of tea for lunch. I can do this!! FC756A03-5E6A-4B8E-A1AB-63FB3DC511AB.MOV I will definitely do this when they come back after lunch break! The cold air won’t help my need to go though! Estimated finishing time they think will be 4:30! Still over three hours to go!
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  41. Posted this from inside vr yeeeeet Dual layered shitposting
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  42. I went on a movie date last night that was one of the nicest of my life and I woke up this morning all giddy and bouncy and I still can't sit still or stop grinning like an idiot. Is this what happiness is? Shit sign me up. Gimmie that serotonin.
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  43. Eagles Can Fly Monkeys can climb Crickets can leap Horses can race Owls can seek Cheetahs can run Eagles can fly People can dish it out but can't take it But that's about it.
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  44. The Earth can't be flat because of cats. If it were they would've pushed everything off by now.
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  45. Hello alltogehter! I need to tell you what happened to me today. :) I became the witness of a public wetting just in front of me! But let me start from the beginning: I was travelling home by train today after a long day at work and was happy to warm myself in the waggon (today we had -14°C). After a while, the train stopped at one of the stations and some people entered the waggon. With them there was a woman, about 40 years old, slim figure and when she took off her hood, long black hair came to light. She was carrying a pair of skis, sticks and a small backpack. She placed the skis and the sticks in the corner and came towards me and asked, if the seat next to me was free. I said yes and she put her backpack next to my seat and sat down on the seat at the opposite of me. Right after she placed her things, she asked me if I could look after them, because she needed to use the toilet. She said it with a kind of a painful smile. :) She was really cute and looked quiete good in her tight black ski pants. She walked quiete quickly towards the toilet and to my surprise (secretly to my joy) she came back very quickly and looked very disappointed and tensed. She let herself fall into her seat and immediately crossed her legs. She started whipping her leg up and down and looked down the aisle. After a while she started to sqiurm a little and sighed from time to time. I caught her glimpse and she looked at me with a painfull and desperate face. I asked if everything was allright. She answered, that she was bursting for the toilet and that the only loo in the train was defect and closed. My attention was now directed at her. She said, that she was skiing the whole day and had drunk a big coffe and a tea with rum before she left the slope. I asked her how far she would have to go by Train and she had to reach the staition which was one after mine and I had to travel at least 40 more minutes. I asked her, if she could hold it and she just answered "I don't know..." From now on I started to glance at her more and more often. I tried to engage her in a conversation to distract her from her urge but it didn't help. She uncrossed her legs and put her them side by side. She started to rub her thighs and looked more and more desperate (she also bit her lip a few times). Suddenly she stood up and stemmed her hands into her hips and said: "I just have to the toilet right now!" (in german: Ich muss jetzt wirklich dringend aufs Klo!) She sat down again and pressed her hand, formed to a fist, between her legs and put the other hand across her bladder. Because her pants were quiete tight I could imagine, that this was a very uncomfortable situation for her. Her face turned into a very painfull expression and she pressed both of her hands in her crotch. The rain was now about 10 minutes away from my station and I knew she would have to go for another 15 minutes for sure. And then she suddenly asked me, and this is no joke, she really asked me, if I would tell anyone, if she just let it go into her pants! ("Ich glaube, ich halte es wirklich nicht mehr aus. Würdest du es verraten, wenn ich einfach in die Hose machen würde?") My heart started beating about 200 times per hour. :) Because there were no other people immideately around us, I promised her, not to tell anyone and that she could do it. She seemed very faciliated and thanked me for my understanding. She said, that she woudln't do it while sitting at the seat. "I'll go over there" she said. With her thighs pressed together she stood next to her skis and sticks. She leaned against the wall and visibly relaxed. A few sconds there wasn't anything to see, but then her pants started to get soaked and the pee dribbled onto the floor. It also ran out of her trouser legs and onto the floor. She once glanced over to me and smiled with a very relaxed expression. It took about two minutes until she was empty. She came over to me and said, that she now felt way better ("Jetzt ist es viel besser.") She once asked me, please not to tell anyone and I promised it. She went over to her equipment and was standing in the middle of her own pee. I could see, that her pants were wet at her butt and the material was glittering a Little bit. When I left the Train I had to pass her and also tapped into the puddle she made. It was really turning on. ;) When I left the train I said good bye and she also did so with a little embarassed smile. When I came home, i just had to take care about my regions down under and enjoyed the massive orgasm. ;) Please forgive me the length of my story and my not so well english, but I just NEEDED to describe and share it with you. It was that excillarating for me, because a similar thing had happened to me in the summer last year and I posted my story with pictures. By the way: I recognized, that the trains, which I mostly take to go home, very often have closed or defect toilets. Maybe I will use this for my own matter to get into a situation, where I'm bursting for a wee and have no other choice than to relief myself. ;) I hope you enjoyed it and wish you a nice evening and a good night. See you soon! Jack
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