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  1. 7 points
    How would it make you feel if OmoOrg one day tried to trademark the term "Omorashi"? What if we made it clear we owned the word and legally banned the community from making use of the term? You'd probably be pretty mad, right? Justifiably so. Unfortunately, that is exactly what a Canadian company called Rearz, Inc. is trying to do with the term Omutsu. Omutsu, as you may already know, is essentially just Japanese for "diaper." It is a term we use widely in OmoOrg's AB/DL community, as it goes hand-in-hand with Omorashi. It's important to note that this is not the first time Rearz, Inc. has done this, either. Last year, the company notoriously attempted to trademark the term ABDL, leading to widespread company backlash that eventually forced them to abandon their pursuits. https://www.techdirt.com/articles/20180108/07500338956/community-backlash-leads-adult-diaper-company-to-drop-trademark-application-abdl.shtml Now they are at it again, this time over the terms Omutsu and Onesie, You can find the patent application for Omutsu here: http://www.ic.gc.ca/app/opic-cipo/trdmrks/srch/viewTrademark?id=1922466&lang=eng&tab=reg Despite widespread outlash, Rearz Inc. has opted to completely ignore the communities outcry; going as far as to block people who demand an explanation for the trademark applications on Twitter. I have personally reached out to Rearz Inc. several times in a request for a comment or some explanation, and warned that if they did not at least respond to the community on this issue, I would publish an official article on OmoOrg calling them out for it. Over 1 month later, we're still waiting. If you agree with me that a company trying to trademark general words such as "Omutsu" and "ABDL" is shady and should not be tolerated, help make your voice heard. Call them out for trademark trolling on their Twitter and elsewhere. We can either make sure as many people as possible realize what they are doing, or ideally force them to abandon their trademark applications again. https://twitter.com/RearzInc Regardless of what happens, I want to be clear that even if their trademark for Omutsu is granted in Canada, OmoOrg has no intentions of recognizing it. Outside of Canada, it is not legally valid to have a trademark of generic foreign words, and as such, their trademark application is not valid or enforceable outside of the country. Regardless, these kinds of things should not be tolerated based on principle alone. What they are doing is shady and harmful to the community as a whole, which is why I strongly suggest everyone boycott this company and continue calling them out for what they do until they eventually do the right thing and abandon their shady trademark pursuits.
  2. 5 points
    If you enjoy this video, I would encourage you to consider a membership to HD Wetting to help support the production of scenes like this one. In this video, Alisha and Sosha have some sexy time together in front of the fireplace. Sosha ends up peeing through her panties, onto Alisha, who eats her out afterward. At HD Wetting we believe that sexuality and kink are beautiful and worthy of celebration. We strive to capture that beauty with all of our videos, and this one is no exception; It is a beautifully produced lesbian golden shower scene featuring intimate close-ups and exquisite filmmaking. The video starts with Sosha and Alisha in their underwear, sitting in front of the fireplace, flirting. Things quickly escalate, however, as Alisha takes her shirt off and asks Sosha to sit on her face. After a minute or so Sosha announces her intention to pee on Alisha. The camera gives us a nice close up as Sosha pees through her cotton panties, drenching Alisha underneath. Sosha’s wet underwear comes off after she is done peeing, and Alisha continues eating her out. Before long Sosha climaxes. Both girls sit together for a short time after Sosha’s orgasm before deciding to clean up. WARNING: The following video contains nudity and sexual activity-
  3. 4 points
    As I mentioned as part of the discussion in this post (https://omorashi.org/topic/25110-ultrasound-this-thursday/), I had an regular scheduled ultrasound on Thursday this past week. This is a normal check up procedure, I do these about once a year, ever since I had Botox injections to deal with my UI issues (I've had this done twice now, and it is a relatively new procedure, so they keep tabs on things). I've had many of these ultrasounds over the years, and have had a range of experiences with them. At my first ultrasound as a high school student (investigating the causes of my IU and bedwetting troubles), I had a very public accident, which I've shared with the community here (https://omorashi.org/topic/2645-ultrasound-disaster/). While at the time this was horrible at the time, I have found myself reliving it in my head and it has become a very erotic experience for me now. Basically just the thought of the experience get my heart racing and my lady parts wet. This is basically one of my go to experiences for when I need to get turned on fast (and being a busy grad student this is enough that I have been thinking about it more often than not). It was a long time ago and I worry that the feelings have perhaps faded, and also that at the time my teenage self was too panicking and emotionally upset to savour the other feelings going on. Thinking about my upcoming ultrasound, I kept thinking about my first disastrous one, and would get excited. This led me to consider perhaps trying to replicate this first exam, or at least take advantage of a rare desperation-inducing situation. I should say that I've had at least 6 of these ultrasounds in my life and this upcoming test was purely a check up. I haven't had any complaints and there haven't been any problems with my previous tests, so I was not worried about messing up any legitimate medical investigations. The general rule at my UK urologist is that they run a flow test and an ultrasound every time you go in. As a note, these tests usually entail an ultrasound only, but in the UK, they usually add a flow test, just because it's easy to do after the ultrasound. For the flow test you basically sit on a special toilet with monitors, which detects your flow of urine, to see if it is consistent. I understand that if you have a weak flow or stop and start, this can indicate an obstruction, or other problems (prostate issues in men for example). I've done a few checkups where I did not do the ultrasound, and was not scheduled to do either, but they asked me if I would do a flow test all the same, and I usually did, coaxing out some urine if I didn't have to go. As a result, I developed the habit of arriving at all my appointments with a pretty full bladder out of practice. And again, after probably 6 or 7 appointments and flow tests, they haven't found anything out of the ordinary (which is consistent with my diagnosis of mild mixed UI). For an ultrasound, you are requested to arrive at the hospital with a 'comfortably full bladder' and are usually instructed to drink two pints of water at least an hour before the test to ensure this. They pull down the waistband of your pants (and have you undo the button and zipper), put (usually very cold) jelly on your belly over your bladder, and press an ultrasound wand thing across the jelly until they get a good clear image. They then have you empty your bladder (doing the flow test), and then scan again, looking to measure the residual. If you have too much in there, they might ask you to try to empty your bladder again. On my first test, they also did an ultrasound of my kidneys and this was repeated my first visit in the UK. My bladder issues growing up and past experiences with these kinds of tests have led me to take some precautions around ultrasounds. Now the technician can see the waistband of your underwear, and when I was still a teen I was way too embarrassed to have the technician see my panties, let alone the waistband of a pullup/Goodnite, which is what I should have been wearing under my clothes for this (or which would have been recommended). As a result, I usually wore the biggest maxi-pad I could find, an overnight one with the big part on the bottom, which would catch any leaks or drips and be invisible to the technician. Also, and I didn't know you could do this (but of course you can), but if you tell the receptionist you are bursting to wee (and yes I screwed up the courage to do this once, not for an ultrasound but for a flow test), their first response is to ask you is you can use the washroom but only let out a little bit. This is an option for some, but for me it is not, I have a lot of trouble stopping after I start peeing. I have been practicing, but if I was desperate enough to ask the receptionist to pee before my appointment (being generally very shy about these things), there would be no way I would be able to stop after letting out a little bit. If you ask they might try to see you sooner, but there are generally a waiting list with an order and cue jumping in this case isn't an option. My clinic has a little video screen which tells you how late they are running behind, and they are almost always 30 minutes behind (the doctors are very good and spend lots of time answering all your questions, which is very nice but leads to backlogs). They have recently added a sign which says something like if you are not seen 40 minutes after you were supposed to be, then see the receptionist. I think this a partly to re-schedule, but partly also to check on full bladders. This is the UK after all and people are not really open about these things, so maybe they have the sign as a nice starting conversation about bladder situations with patients. So like I said, when I was younger I wore thick pads to all subsequent tests and drank much less water. My small bladder with OAB symptoms was not really up to the job of holding 2 pints, ever. When I was older, and more comfortable with things and mature (and also a little naughty), I I would comfortably wear a pullup to my ultrasound (not a Goodnite as this was too childish, but usually something like a Tena pullup, discreet or otherwise). I wore one to my more recent here in the UK. The technician clearly saw the top of a Tena pullup (rolled down to minimize visibility). This was necessary because even if I did my fluids correctly, the pressing of the wand-thing and the cold jelly would often cause me to leak a little, and normal incontinence pads (like maxi pads) don't work as well laying down on a bed, the liquid tends to run down your bum and skip the pad all together, and get into your panties and pants. The last test I had were I wore my Tena pullup, I had a nice 50 something British lady pulled down the waistband of my pants, and tucked in the small cloth they use to keep your pants free from the gel, and I got a pretty big exhibitionistic rush. She didn't have any reaction (this time around the pullup caught a little squirt when the put the cold probe on my belly, so one point for pre-planning). I still got rather excited by the thing, I suppose medical procedures, apart from say changing rooms (and random one night stands), are one of the few times a stranger sees your underwear. At least for me, and this was rather exciting knowing that she knew that I was wearing a diaper. For my test last week, I contemplated wearing a pullup again, though I didn't think I really needed one, as my UI problems have been non-existent this past while, and I could easily get the correct amount of fluids. Also, it had been done, the only real sort of way to build on the previous test would be to perhaps wear a Goodnite, or maybe even a proper, overnight diaper. But this seemed heavy handed and not quite what I was aiming for. It was after all a very short rush with none of the protracted agony and humiliation which comes from a wetting accident. This very long pre-amble is to say that I wanted to go to my test without any protection. But this was not too much of a challenge, as I was probably ready to do this anyhow. I would probably have slipped a pad into my panties, brought my usual spare pair in my purse (in a plastic bag, a long force of habit, which comes in use), and go from there. However, this would not really help me relive my youthful accident. Not to belabour this introduction, but I had been reading the discussion on rapid desperation (https://omorashi.org/topic/755-an-experiment-in-rapid-desperation/) and was keen to try it out. I decided therefore to combine the rapid desperation with an unprotected visit to my urologist with a full/filling bladder for my ultrasound. My test was at 3:00 pm on Thursday at the hospital, which is about a 20 minute cycle from my department (where I would be teaching and in meetings during the morning). Before the fateful day, I read up on the rapid desperation method, but I didn't practice, I thought about it, but I wanted to just see what would happen, and practicing/testing it out, seemed to be cheating, or rather would let me know what was going to happen, and so take away all the 'fun'. _________________________________________________________________ On the day of my test, I woke up early, went to the bathroom immediately (out of necessity) around 8:30am and had a cup of tea, my usual morning routine. My fiancé was out the door by about 9:00 am, having gotten up before me. He was heading off to his department for an early morning something (I was too wrapped up in my upcoming test to remember exactly what it was). I then began the practice of drinking small amounts of water, 300 ml every 15 minutes, and going to the bathroom as soon as I felt the urge. I am glad that we have our new place (I don't know if I told people on here, but I moved in with my fiancé, it made financial sense and otherwise we didn't get to see each other very much). Our new place has its own washroom, a huge improvement from my former student accommodation where I had to go down three flights of stairs to pee, a massive pain. Still in my PJs (t-shirt and baby-blue fleece PJ bottoms with panties and fuzzy socks for those who care) I set about answering e-mails, sipping tea and peeing whenever I felt the need. This went on for about an hour. I slipped into a pullup (Tena Discreet) before changing for work, just in case I felt the need to pee during my cycle to work. I wore this under my panties so it would be easier to change. We had a shot discussion about what to wear on my 'teaser post' and I had trouble making up my mind while I was waiting to change. I slipped into a regular pair of white cotton panties (with coloured purple trim, something cheap from the shops), and took a little while to make up my mind. I had a hard time making up my mind, but in the end settled for a lighter pair of jeans. They were not too dark so as to hid an accident, but not too light so as to make it totally obvious. They were also rather thick, not the stretchy thin jeans people have, but proper denim. This made it a little harder to cycle, but I've done it loads of time and the jeans may my bum look fantastic (at least to me and my fiancé). I chose a professional looking blouse to go on top, and also put on a big cozy hoodie which I often wear cycling and which is big enough to cover up a possible accident if worn around the waist. I wore comfortable walking shoes (flats). I decided against a purse and a bag, as it would be clumsy, so I put everything into my backpack. Inside I packed a spare pair of pants (tight yoga-style pants which I usually work out in and which pack small), as a precaution. I wasn't sure what might happen and if I did have an accident, I was not prepared to cycle all the way home in wet, obvious, jeans. I also slipped in a spare pair of panties (similarly white, from my rather simple panty drawer), and socks, just in case. I also packed a couple of things which I would need to school, some reading material for the wait (a couple of journals and a glossy magazine), a water bottle (about 1 litre), and I also brought along a 2 litre jug of mango juice. I was using this to hydrate during the morning, and it was about half empty. Before I left I added water as I find the juice way too sweet, albeit delicious. I also packed a small snack, though I really couldn't think about food at this stage, my heart was pounding just packing up. Packing and pre-planning for a possible accident was also getting me a little aroused, I noticed I was rather wet on one of my many toilet visits (there was a good little slippery patch on the crotch of my pullup, and I was very sticky). I went pee right before I left home and then headed off at about 10:15. While at first it took my body a good 40 minutes to fill up y bladder, by the time I left home I had peed about 4 times. Not always peeing very much, but sticking to the rapid desperation routine. By the time I left home, after having done the rapid desperation pre-drinking and peeing component, I was peeing every 20 minutes or fewer. It turns out I didn't need the pullup on my cycle, biking in the usual traffic took my mind off of my bladder, it's also hard to pee in a diaper while cycling. I arrived at my department around 10:45 am, with just enough time for a much needed bathroom visit before my only class of the day. I peed and removed my pullup. Even though it wasn't wet. In these cases in the past I would usually sit on the toilet and wet the pullup just so I don't feel as though it's going to waste, but in this case I was too distracted. It was not re-useable because of the bunching which occurs from riding a bike in a diaper and the already significant sticky patch. Did I mention I was very excited at this point? My arousal had somewhat decreased as I prepared myself mentally for my class and also while cycling, but I was still pretty wet. I tore off the sides of the pullup and binned it. My schedule for the day was as follows. I was teaching a class from 11:00 am to 12:30 noon, not so much a class as a graduate seminar, a small discussion group with about 10 to 12 masters students (depending on turn out), I then had a department lunch meeting from 1:00 to 2:00 pm after which I would have the remaining hour and a half to make my way to the hospital for my test. My plan was to continue to drink mango juice regularly and pee as often as I could between 11:00 and 1:00 pm, and then pee for the last time at 1:00 starting to hold it until my test. This would give me 2 hours of holding, which according to those who have done the rapid desperation experiment, is pretty hard/boarding on impossible to do. The seminar was a discussion as I mentioned, and I excused myself twice in order use the rest room: I was filling up quickly and drinking mango juice constantly, and I excused myself from the discussion once at 11:20 because it seemed like a good pause in the seminar, and again at 12:05, because I was getting very uncomfortable. At the end of the seminar I hurried to the washroom once more, this time at about an uncomfortable 6 or 7. I had finished the mango juice by then and picked up my water bottle in the graduate office (where I had left my bag), grabbed a quick snack, checked my e-mails for a couple of minutes and then went to the bathroom one last time before heading off to the department meeting. I noticed the unused pullup in the bottom of the trash when I did, and I had a momentary thought of regret, for not having kept it on. At exactly 5 minutes to 1:00 I peed for the last time before my test. From 1:00 until 2:00 I sat in the meeting. This wasn't the sort of meeting you excused yourself from. I did still continue to sip water, at least for the first 30 minutes, but then I stopped realizing my rapidly increasing level of desperation. I tried to focus on the meeting, but generally was too distracted by my upcoming appointment and my rapidly filling bladder. I became acutely aware of my body and had the feeling as though everyone was watching me. I could feel the skin on my inner thigh rub against my rough jeans, the slight lingering moistness between my legs, my feet somewhat uncomfortably curled in my shoes. I had a couple of bladder spasms around three quarters of the way into the meeting when I contemplated going to the bathroom for one last time. Surely if my bladder could fill up this fast in just 30 minutes, I could go and still be bursting for my ultrasound. I mulled over these options but stood firm in my decisions not to use the loo. I sat there in increasing desperation, and by the time the meeting was over (a little before 2:00 pm thankfully, like 1:50 pm), I was pretty desperate, probably an 8 on the 10 scale. As the meeting wrapped up there was the usual post meeting chit chat, and I tried to get away as quickly as possible. I was approaching the point of hopping about and needing to cross my legs awkwardly and I did not want my department colleagues to see me doing this. I excused myself from a conversation and then a second. In the third one of the grad students in a year after me commented that I seemed a little distracted (which I was but I was a little disappointed that it showed), and I made an excuse and quickly headed to collect my bag. On the way down the hall I filled up my water bottle which was about half empty at this point. I also grabbed a random bottle of water I had in my desk from a conference a while back and tossed that into my backpack. I know, what is a girl who is an 8 on the desperation scale with a 20 minute cycle ahead of her and at least 40 minutes (more like an hour) until her ultrasound doing getting more water? I was feeling reckless and moving about quickly was reducing my urgency, and well reckless and wild abandon! I quickly left the building, unlocked my bike and headed off to the hospital. The bike ride was uneventful, though I had occasional twinges and sharp feelings in my bladder as I went over bumps. I put my full concentration into peddling and traffic and arrive at the hospital still at an 8. I was surprised. I had no problem finding the bike racks this time, and right before going in to the hospital I chugged an entire last bottle of water. I wasn't really planning on drinking more water at this point, but I was feeling pretty desperate, an 8.5 to 9 on the scale. This was my sort of way of guaranteeing that I would not back out I suppose, or a moment of panic resulting from a lull in the feelings of urgency, resulting in my thinking that I was going to all this trouble (and increasing pain), and that I might still make it. I think this as hubris on my part, but I chugged the entire bottle of water before heading in to navigate the labyrinth of the hospital. I checked in at the desk in the usual way, and was sent over to the waiting area, which is overlooked by the reception desk. To the right of the desk is a video screen with little messages (including how late they are running), the waiting room is open plan with seats along the wall in a U shape and more seats in the middle of the U. I sat down in the middle of the bottom of the U after checking in. The hallway to the appointment rooms is also to the right of the reception desk and it leads down a hall, immediately to the right upon passing the reception desk is the usual bathroom that I use, inside they have the things to do a flow test. There is another bathroom before you enter the waiting room which is the one they send you to if you need to 'release a little pressure.' When I arrived there was three other groups, an old gentleman with his wife on the left-hand side (of myself sitting down), and elderly later on the middle chair island) and another elderly gentleman on the right. The seats were vinyl covered padded chairs, some with arms, others without. I sat down and started to read my magazine. I was already very desperate, a 9.5 at this point, but I could easily hold it for a little while, maybe a maximum of 20 minutes, this was a little worrisome because I arrived at about 2:20, and I still had 40 minutes to go before my appointment. I started to get nervous, a little bit of cold sweat formed on my forehead. I felt closed off and did not make any eye contact with any of the other people in the waiting room. I sat there trying to read my magazine. The elderly couple was called, and then the lady. Then another younger man, about 30 came and sat down and was also called. There looked like there were two nurses, and some of the people were quick others much slower. The gentleman beside me was there for a while, but eventually called as well. To be replaced with another middle-aged gentleman. I didn't really pay attention to the people around me, I was too caught up in my own agony and desperation. At this stage I had firmly crossed my legs, squeezing and double crossing them together as much as I could. The thick denim of my jeans was making it hard to press them together as tightly as I would have liked (and as my bladder demanded). I don't recall all the movements of all the people in the waiting room, but I do remember, towards the end, trying to figure out who was going to be called next, and whether it would be me, and how long I had. I also didn't want too many people to see me in my state or to strike up a conversation, not that British people would ever do this, ever! I looked at my phone, which I then tucked into my bike bag, at about 2:30 pm and lost hope. I had initially thought I could hold on until the test at which point I might have an accident on the way to the ultrasound in the dimly lit privacy of the hall way outside of the check up rooms, or perhaps, like my first ultrasound, leak during the test itself, or on the way to the bathroom after the test for the flow test (it usually takes the nurses a few seconds to calibrate the machine, so you a have to stand there, toilet in sight waiting for a good minute while they do this, a point at which I almost always lose a few drops). But at this state I was too desperate and was in considerable pain, I wasn't going to make it to the test itself. I wasn't going to even be able to stand up at this point. I was at a 10 on the scale, but still managing to hold on. This was when I started feeling pain, cramping pain in my kidneys, and I got worried. I am familiar with water poisoning, and know that you can damage your kidneys from holding it too long. Usually my bladder would spasm and I would leak well before this point ever occurred, but whatever it was, be it the group of people around me, my double-crossed legs, or sudden bladder shyness, I wasn't leaking, but holding on, and in increasing pain. I don't know the time exactly, it must have been maybe 2 minutes after I checked my phone, but time was doing that strange thing it does when you really have to pee. I didn't exactly leak, but I knew I was going to have to let some pressure out, and I was worried I was going to do some permanent damage. It wasn't exactly a controlled release, because I'm not good at those, but we could call it a momentary relaxation resulting in a small accident. After putting my phone into my bag, I put my magazine into my lap and let out a little bit of pee. Nothing was visible, but I quickly realized that I would have to put something more significant into my lap soon. I was feeling pain in my sides and stomach at this stage. The feeling of pressure on my sphincter was unbearable, a sharp acute pressure, not like the dull sort of full pressure which you get on a normal hold. I felt like rather than being a round balloon, that my bladder was a narrow zeppelin, with all of the pressure pushing against my pee hole. I stole a peek under the magazine while turning pages, and didn't see any damage on my jeans. My underwear felt a little wet but in that warm post-leak kind of way. The leak must have been small enough to either have been absorbed by the gusset of my panties, or my legs were tight enough together that the pee travelled down to my bum. A problem which I would have to deal with when I stood up, but a problem which I could likely solve by covering up with my hoodie. Thinking along these lines and with the magazine still strategically covering my lap, I removed my hoodie and put it on the seat next to me on the left. The east on my right at this point was occupied by an elderly gentleman in a baseball cap who may have been actively avoiding looking at me. I read some more, the magazine in my lap, and held my legs together, the leg crossing not seeming to cut it. This must have lasted for a good few minutes, but it was clear that I needed to try something more discreet. I also felt like I was going to lose control at any moment. I retrieved my hoodie from the chair beside me, put it in my lap, and arranged it to cover everything. At this stage I was wiggling my foot desperately, but otherwise not moving about too much, my legs pressed firmly together. I carefully folded my hoodie to ensure that it covered my entire crotch and also that none of it was between my thighs,... just in case. With my hoodie in my lap I tried to hold myself. This was a last desperate move, which was probably ill thought out, as it would have involved pressing the fabric of my jeans into the wet gusset of my panties, and would certainly result in a visible wet spot on my jeans. But I had to try, there was no way I was going to make the nest 20 minutes (or so the clock indicated). Amazingly the running late notice indicated that they were only running 5 minutes late, so I got very lucky, as another hour would have been completely unmanageable. I tried to jam my hand between my legs, but it didn't seem to help. The denim was too thick to allow me to maneuver my fingers between my labia and pres where it desperately needed to be pressed. I 'disreetly' kept my right hand under my hoodie moving my fingers about trying to find a good way to hold myself. It must have looked pretty obvious to the 5 people in the waiting room, but I told myself they were not looking, or I was past the point of caring. The hand wasn't working. I let out another spurt, this one completely involuntary. Then another, and another. Each lasting for about 1 or 2 seconds, but coming in quick succession. At this stage due to the placement of my hand (still between my legs), and perhaps the force of the spurts, the pee went upwards into the crotch of my jeans. I felt my hand get wet, and the warm hard feeling of wet denim. I peeked under my hoodie and magazine (now forgotten) and saw a considerable wet patch on the crotch of my jeans. Bigger than a full hand and spread evenly between both thighs. I quickly replaced the edge of my hoodie. I could only imagine how bad my bum was, as when sitting pee usually pools towards the bum as you will all know. When I would be called I would have to stand up and there would be a moment when I was going to tie the hoodie around my waist when all of my neighbours would see my accident (as I couldn't do this and cover my front at the same time). I momentarily considered this, but it would not be the first time I've used a sweatshirt to cover up an accident, and I thought I might be able to use my bag to shield myself in the front for cover. I couldn't think about this for long, because soon I was concentrating 100% on stopping from losing control completely. I ceased efforts to hold myself, though I still had a hand under the hoodie and my foot was now wiggling uncontrollably. I was still in pain and very much worried I would not make it. I could not stand up and talk to the receptionist (not that I would at this stage as it was clearly too late) without revealing my accident to everyone. I simply sat there very uncomfortably and wiggled. I also worried that standing might lead to a fatal cascade. I looked at the receptionist, who was busy on the phone, but I could have sworn I saw her glance over in my direction. She was a 30 something woman with brown hair I think. I spent a little longer staring at her with what must have been a forlorn look on my face. While I was almost completely oblivious to the goings on around me, I did notice her, she was off her phone a moment later and when the next nurse came in to call the next person they had a short and hushed conversation. They were too far for me to see anything, but they both glanced my way. When they did I hurriedly looked back at my magazine. At this stage I had been too distracted by my pressing need and quickly approaching bathroom accident to be embarrassed. It was all business, and the only thing I recall being aware of, was not being aware of the people around me. I would occasionally look about, trying to see when I might be called or trying to get a good description for you all (I do aim to please), but none of this was really registering. But now I felt myself blush lightly. The nurses were clearly discussing the desperate 28 year old clearly holding herself and wiggling uncontrollably in the waiting room. My heart raced and mind scrambled. I thought it might be worth the embarrassment if they called me sooner. I half expected the receptionist to walk over to me to ask if I was alright, or to be called next. At 2:45 pm most of the people who had been there when I arrived had been called and I was optimistic that I might get seen earlier. When finally the younger gentleman who came in while I was there and was seen left, and I anticipated being seen next. But it was not to be. Next up another elderly gentleman nearby and I was in agony. I left out another significant 2 or three second spurt, which seemed to do nothing to relieve the pressure, but did make the wet spot on my jeans more pronounced. I tried to reach a hand under my bum to feel for damage but I could feel nothing, thought I was unable to get my fingers too far under, at least nothing was visible from the sides. I was now fully committed. Not that I hadn't been the second I took my last washroom visit. My jeans were wet and there was no way to get up without revealing that to the whole group on the waiting room, and making the problem worse. I knew my appointment was approaching, it must have been 2:50 pm, and so at this stage I stuffed my magazine into my bag, as there was no chance I could read or follow it, I was too agitated. The thought briefly crossed my mind that if I wasn't seen at exactly 3:00 pm I might have a spectacular seated accident here in the waiting room. I panicked a little at the thought, my heart pounding, cold sweat appeared on my forehead and I blushed some more. I may have been shivering at this point, and I was close approaching the point of completely giving up and having a full accident right then and there. Should I make a mad dash to the receptionist and ask to use the washroom? The thought of me standing up at the reception desk where everyone could see me and wetting myself made my heart beat even faster Finally, and it must have been exactly 3:00, or very close to it, a middle aged female (45-ish) nurse in light scrubs with dark East Indian skin and long black hair, came to the edge of the end reception desk under the video screen. I'd seen here several times as she came out for patients. She called my name. I sort of waved with the hand that wasn't between my legs, feebly pressing the wet denim of my jeans into my vagina, and began gathering my things. I gave up on tying my hoodie around my waist to cover my accident from behind. It didn't really have full use of both of my hands and it was shaking at this point, and didn't think I would be able to do it. So clutching my bag and hoodie in front of me, so that the nurse and receptionist could not see the accident, I headed over to her. I'm sure everyone in the hall and in the waiting room (which at this stage was probably three other people), could easily see the wet patch on my bum, but I didn't look back. I don't think I felt myself holding it as I walked down the hall, but I don't think I leaked more at this stage, my body must have been in the pre-massive accident mode where it's actually harder to pee. I walked as quickly as I could, and was a little surprised that I wasn't peeing uncontrollably at this point. The nurse asked me how I was doing and I said "ok but that I really had to pee." I heard my voice sound weak and unconvincing. The walk to the examination room wasn't too far and was relatively strait. The nurse remained in front of me, guiding me down the hall, past a hallway on my left which was rather dark, and to a darkly lit examination room with a bed with cloth sheets in the middle. In the examination room I put down my hoodie and bag and she said, upon noticing either my wet bum or crotch, something like: "you've already had a little accident." Or "you've already gone a little bit." Not these words exactly but similar, in a very soothing and understanding way. I don't remember if I responded, I think I may have apologized. My face was burning at this point and I was incredibly thankful for the darkness of the room. I was also shaking. Still managing to hold on. Feeling very meek and embarrassed I climbed onto the bed an lay down. I had already undone my pants knowing the procedure and hoping to expedite things. The nurse tucked the little piece of paper into my waistband (to keep my pants dry, though that boat had long sailed). My whole body was trembling and I tried to hold my legs together. I think I may have re-iterated that I was sorry and that I really had to go pee. My bladder felt like it was going to explode, and I don't remember completely losing control before or after she applied the jelly, or if I was peeing the second I lay down on the best. The nurse put on the jelly, which to my surprise was actually very warm, they must have invented jelly warmers since my last test, as I recall the jelly being very cold. My bladder felt like an cannon ball in my lower abdomen. As she put down the ultrasound rod on my belly. She must have felt how hard it was, because she asked if I could use the washroom the let out a little pressure. To which I responded in a voice higher than normal and approaching panic level, "no I'm already going." And I was, I was wetting myself at this point. I don't know how much I was peeing, but I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to, it just came out. I wasn't the flood gates as one would expect, it was that very tortuous stream which you sometimes get when you've been holding it too long. When your sphincter is still trying to hold on but the pee gets out anyhow, not when it fully opens. She must have acted very fast, because within a couple of second she said she was done, and that I could now use the washroom. This was abnormally quick and she must have done the bare minimum knowing my predicament. Still wetting myself, I got up off the bed, and spent a second wiping the jelly off my belly, and doing up my pants only got the zipper up, the button was not going to happen, I was too swollen and my hands were shaking too much. Doing this, I remember touching my bladder and feeling it as a rock hard ball in my lower abdomen. I did up my pants and stood up and she directed me out the door to the nearest washroom which was supposed to be directly down the hall, the on on the immediate right after passing down the hall from the reception desk. At this stage I was half holding myself, half using my hand to shield the wet patch on the crotch of my pants. She tried the door to the washroom only to find it lock. "This one must be occupied" she said and then told me I could use the one at the end of the hall near the start of the waiting room. You could see the light coming from under the crack in the door and the very apologetic but business-like tone in the nurses voice. I am not making this up, it was like out of some omorashi fantasy story. I didn't think or stop moving, but powered on down the hall, walking as fast as I could walking without running. I literally ran down the hallway, while wetting my pants freely, rushing past the waiting room nurses, the receptionist for the ultrasound area, and into the washroom. I kept my eyes down and both hands firmly in my crotch. Without locking the door I yanked down my pants and underwear. I was in mid-stream and there was a nice wet patch all over the front of my pants, but not running all the way to the ground, which at the time surprised me, though on reflection, I suppose that had done most of my wetting while laying down on the ultrasound bed/chair. Later upon inspection, I saw a similar nice round even wet patch on the bum of my pants. I peed into the toilet for longer than a minute and a half. I could feel the rock hard roundness of my bladder while peeing, and could see the pee dripping from my underwear, which were around my ankles, and into my pants the entire time I was peeing. A sure sign of the wetness of my underwear. They were glistening wet, with wetness running all over the bum and up the front. My pee was very clear. My stream very thin and intense. I peed for longer than I've ever peed in my whole life, it must have been longer than 1 minute and a half. The pee hissed out of me like an angry serpent. And I felt my entire lower body gradually relaxing, like I had been planking for 5 minutes and finally stopped. After finishing peeing, I spent a few moment to let my heart stop pounding, locked the door which I had forgotten to do, and inspected the damage. Apart from perfect even wet patches running all over the crotch of my pants to about the knees, my panties were soaked and there was a small puddle on the floor in front of the toilet from where the pee had dripped through my pants onto the floor. I took off my shoes and pants and underwear, and made an attempt to dry both of these off with the paper towel which was in the room. My socks and shoes were dry. Like I said the peed did not run all the way down my legs. I spent the next, probably 8 minutes or more, cleaning the room and slowly applying dry compresses of paper towel to my panties and pants. I twisted my panties into a little ball with some paper towel and wrung them out. All this time I was all business, focused on cleaning up my accident and somehow making the massive wet patch on my pants disappear so I could hurry back to the examination room. I was shaking slightly, though not crying or sobbing. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I did not appear to be making much progress. I also spent a few moments to dry off my legs which were pretty wet as well. After what must have been 12 or 15 minutes, I paced about in my socks, like a trapped incontinent tiger in the zoo. I cracked the door a tiny bit and I peeked out the door to see if anyone was out there waiting for me. They were not. I could not see the waiting room, but everything seemed petty normal at the reception desk. I could not see my nurse, who I fully expected to see speaking with the receptionists. I had not seen her follow me out. I contemplated using the help button (those little strings and buttons they have in hospital washrooms) to get help and a dry pair of pants, but I thought this wasn't quite the emergency for which the button as created. After pacing about for a while, and building up my courage, and after several additional attempts to dry my pants with paper towel, I got ready to leave. I noticed that I had taken so long in my attempts to cover up my accident, that my bladder was almost full again (the rapid desperation really works!), and so before heading back to the ultrasound, I peed again, a large amount. Knowing that if I did not, I would be sent back to 'try again' and this would only increase the number of people that would see that I had had a spectacular accident in my pants. After it was clear that no one was coming to get me, and that I would have to chance the outside world in my wet pants. I put them back on, without my panties, which I balled up in my hand. And I opened the door. I don't remember looking around at anyone. Face burning, I walked purposefully down the hall, past the waiting room which had once again about 4-5 people in it, past the receptionist, down the dark hall and back to the room. The room was still dark, and the nurse was not there. Instead she entered just behind me, taking me a little off guard, while I was sticking my wet underwear into my bag. Not having time, I left them under my hoodie, which I had apparently left on a chair. I have no recollection of doing this however. She said something like: 'I saw you earlier but there were people before you.' A semi-apology for not seeing me sooner despite my clear desperate state. This made me blush, as I then knew she had been watching my desperate struggle in the waiting room. I apologized, but before I could say more, she pointed to the cupboard behind the chair where I left my bag and hoodie, and said: 'I got you something to wear, I wasn't sure your size so I have a small and a medium.' To which I apologized profusely and thank her for her thoughtfulness. I hadn't even thought about this. While I was cleaning up, she must have called someone, or gone and fetched a spare pair of pants for me to wear. Knowing that someone was thinking about my accident in this way now gets me very aroused, as this is not the usual reaction one gets from accidents, its more the reaction that you got when you were a child, where you parents were getting your backup pants out of the car while you cried in the washroom, oblivious. I was still shaking ever so slightly and felt warm all over. I noticed that she had also placed a reusable waterproof absorbent blue pad on the bum part of the bed. I was a little unsure of what would happen next, I was still standing there in my very wet pants. I didn't look like she was going to give me the chance to change into the scrubs which she had gotten for me. And I was invited to get back up on the table, still wearing my wet pants. I made some comment about miss-judging my fluids but she didn't say very much else, perhaps something comforting, but I don't recall, my face was so hot that I had ringing in my ears. I had forgotten to undo my pants, and fumbled with the button and zipper. She must have noticed the absence of my panties, which were not the low-riding kind, and the upper shaved portion of y mons. At that moment I realized what was more humiliating than having a technician see the waistband of your diaper... but rather knowing that your wet panties were balled up on the chair and that you had wet them. She put the warm jelly on my belly, which elicited a comment from me about how it was warm, and that I wasn't expecting that. I was so embarrassed I was babbling at this point, not a usual reaction for me, as I'm usually very shy and simply get quieter. She responded with something like yes. I also mentioned that I had peed a second time, because I had felt full again, and she said that this was good. She spent a long time on my bladder, and even longer on each of my kidney's. Compared to her first scan, she took a good 5 minutes (or so it seemed) on each kidney, probably longer. I didn't think the kidney's were going to be necessary, but perhaps in all the excitement she didn't notice that instruction, or perhaps my previous test the technician hadn't bothered. During this time I asked her whether she noticed anything, to which she said that the report would be made to me by my doctor and that she wasn't in a position to say anything. At this stage I was worried about my kidney's which were feeling a little tender. Something I told her as she prodded one for a good 5 minutes. I was still laying there in my wet pants, on each side and on my back while she ran the scan. When she was done, she once again wiped off the jelly and gave me a paper towel to wipe off any more. She told me we were all done and that I could change, and she got up to leave the room. I thanked her again for her thoughtfulness and then asked her her name, thanking her by name. I intended to remember what she said, but I can't for the life of me remember what her name was. I was in a daze. Ears and face burning. My entire body blushing. I stood there, having risen from the bed once I'd wiped off the jelly. I stood for a couple of moments to regain my composure. I couldn't believe what had happened. All the people who had seen me in my wet pants, my accident, everything. After a while I then set about changing. I took off my shoes and wet (and now cold) pants, and tried on the first pair of scrub pants, the smalls. These were too small, I probably could have worn them but then I would have been flashing a camel toe to the world, and it would have been a rather damp camel toe at that. Also it would have been painfully evident that I was not wearing panties. So I balled them up and left them on the absorbent mat on the bed, and tried on the medium. While doing so I noticed that the mat had two wet spots where the wetter part of my pants had rested on the bed while she ran the second round of tests. I rolled the waterproof mat back and saw that there was a somewhat bigger double wet patch on the sheets under this where my accident had clearly dripped through from the first round of the test. I had not forgotten about my spare pants in my bag, or even my spare panties in the ziplock baggie, but I decided against all of these. I was committed and being someone who had come not planning on having an accident, I felt like I should leave like someone who had had just that. After pulling on the scrubs I took a quick picture of this wet spot on the bed with my phone. I then made sure the pad was back in the middle of the bed, and slowly set about gathering my things. In addition to the two pairs of scrub pants there was also a cloth bag/pillow case which I wasn't sure what it was for. Perhaps to put all the wet things into after I left? I think in hindsight it could have perhaps been for my wet clothes, though this seems like the wrong thing for this (as a plastic bag would be better). I washed my hands in the little sink. I was careful to ball up my pants in such a way as to avoid getting my other things wet. I had forgotten to bring a plastic bag, despite all of my forethought. I had just completed putting on my shoes when the nurse returned, and she was clearly surprised to still see me there, and said something like "oh your still here" to which I responded "yes I was just packing up," and I thanked her again, and asked if there was anything else I needed to do. She said no, and then as if as an afterthought, she asked "would you like a bag for your things?" Which elicited further burning on my face. "No" I responded, "I'll be ok, thank you" holding up my already packed bag. She then went in to change up the room presumably. Now, in my scrubs, I walked back down the hall where I had previously sprinted, and tried to avoid looking at the receptionist and people waiting in the waiting room. I'm sure my protracted test had pushed a couple of them back a while, and that there were some desperate people in the waiting room, but I was not going to make eye contact with anyone. I carefully walked out of the unit, and out towards the exit of the hospital. I cycled home in the scrubs, which was chilly and they kept slipping down, likely revealing my butt crack to trailing cars. The results of my test would be discussed at my next consultation, or sooner if there were problems. I actually got a little lost on the way home, taking a wrong turn and having to back track. I was so distracted by the entire experience. I don't remember all of the ride home, but I got home and after stashing my wet things in the laundry (my fiancé is used to the occasional wet thing, though I usually do the laundry anyhow), I collapsed on my bed and had a blissful nap. I was completely exhausted from the whole thing. Now, thinking back, it was incredibly exciting. I've masturbated to components of the experiences and some of the emotions several times in the last while, and even thought about it during sex with my fiancé. The first time that I did, I almost cam immediately and my man was surprised that I came so fast (and probably a little proud). So there it was, all 17 pages of my most recent, very public, accident. Looking at the scrubs in my drawers still gets my heart racing.
  4. 4 points
    So this happened Sunday just gone, figured I'd share the little story I have ~ So if you guys had caught my status update the other day, I unfortunately had to undergo a 24 hour urine sample collection (to check the health of my kidneys). So the general gist of the collection was that you had to empty your bladder before starting and THEN, for the next 24 hours, collect all urine into this one large 5L container. Since I'm a girl and can't just go straight into it, I opted for using a makeshift-cup and transferring the fluids into the large one. This was the same day I had decided to plan a little hike up to the peaks district with @Zest, and I wasn't going to let it get in the way of our little day out. I start this 'collection' around 8am, and we set off around 10am to go for this nice little venture out. Now, for those who might live outside the UK, the Peak District is a bunch of mountains and hills, it gets quite high and you definitely need to be a bit more prepared than just heading out in a coat and some trainers (oops). Alas, me and Zest drove there, and since they're literally mountains we found that it was quite thick with snow, ice and fog with the cold wintery weather, nothing like the milder rain we'd been having where we live. (here's a photo of when the fog began to clear up - doesn't really show well but that valley had a very steep drop to it with a river at the base! You can just about make shape of the windy path that goes all the way back and wraps around.) So anyway, we spent a good hour and a half hiking through all this snow and mud, we got to the 'peak' of the particular mountain we'd walked around and decided we'd probably best start heading back as we had a limited time on parking. It was at this point I finally realised that I actually needed the bathroom, the aching in my legs from the climbing and walking had been a good distraction for the most part. I was also very much aware that I still needed to do this 'collection'. In the car I'd brought a container and a bottle to store the urine in until back home, on the off chance that I may have needed to go pee, but unfortunately that was an hour away in the car's boot. It was almost like I had a timer to beat, we started heading back down at a far quicker pace than when we climbed, though we slowed down considerably at some slippy, muddy parts, which made the urge to go even worse! We'd gotten a little over half-way back and Zest slipped and fell in some snow. As he was ahead of me I got to witness the whole thing and it's not even like it was just a quick slip. He full on fell over in a comedic fashion, legs akimbo in the air and straight onto his butt in the snow. It broke me. I burst out laughing and couldn't contain myself. It wasn't until I felt that brief feeling of loss of control that I actually started to worry and had to squeeze my thighs shut. Amidst trying to control my laughter, hold myself and make sure Zest was okay, I indeed felt myself leak. >////< I haven't ever laughed so hard to end up losing control for a few moments, so it was such a weird sensation. I felt my underwear grow warm and damp in contrast to the cold weather. Being slightly worried about messing up the 'collection' sobered me up a little, and after a few moments I managed to gain a bit of composure, to stop myself from releasing the whole torrent I had waiting to burst back out. I fessed up to Zest, who found it endearingly cute and... probably more (ahah). He encouraged us on and after what felt like forever, finally made it back to the car. Coming off the mountain it was a good 10-15 minute walk to get back to the car itself, the mixture of finally touching solid, un-slippy ground and finally having a chance to pee felt like bliss as I had to hurriedly walk, bladder feeling achingly full and sloshy. There was a bathroom at the car park, and with my bag containing the bottle and little makeshift container in hand, I practically bounded for the restroom. Inside there were three small cubicles, a few sinks to wash hands and a clunky sounding hand drier. Stumbling into the women's bathroom I was suddenly aware that it was quite busy within. There were two ladies at the sinks, seemingly getting ready to head up into the peaks, and the middle stall was also occupied. Rushing into the nearest one I hoisted my leggings and underwear down, pulled the container out and squatted over the toilet, hand awkwardly holding the container in place. The sudden relief was bliss... ...however the obvious sound of the urine pouring into something other than the toilet filled me with utter embarrassment. When I was done I pulled the water bottle out and timed transferring the pee as soon as I heard the rattly hand drier turn on. I cleaned up, hid the bag between my legs as I washed my hands hastily and rushed back to the safety of the car. So, not quite a 'full' accident, but such a close call I was worried I'd mess up! >///< Also for the record, though I forgot to take a picture right at the end, I filled up a little over a third of that 5L collection bottle, which I had to awkwardly carry back to my doctors the following morning, in a green biohazard bag! o_o
  5. 4 points
    View File Amateur Jeans Wetting Not sure if I've seen this uploaded here before, but Mods feel free to delete if it's a duplicate. Simple wetting. Amateur camgirl acts desperate and then pees in her jeans and shows off the front and back. Submitter Pumpkinking Submitted 01/19/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans
  6. 3 points
    When I lived in Idaho I worked as a mechanic on a wheat farm for a few years. One cold winter Thursday my boss asked if I could pick up an excavator on Saturday. I agreed, because I love overtime. I asked if I could bring my almost brand new girlfriend with me because we had plans originally. He said that was fine and I texted K saying that I had to do a 400 mile trip on Saturday, but that she was more than welcome to join. We had only been dating for a few weeks at this point, and had never been together for longer than 3 hours because of my busy work schedule. Naturally I was excited about spending an entire day with nothing to do but talk in my truck. I had no idea how good the day was actually going to go. I picked K up at about 5:30am Saturday morning, hooked the gooseneck to my truck, and we rolled out a few minutes after 6. My pickup has a transfer tank so I can carry 150 gallons of diesel, I always pack a lunch, and in rural Idaho and Montana there's light enough traffic that I can pee whenever I want on the side of the road. This was not true for K. I stopped at a gas station for her on the way to the dealer. We got there about 11am. By the time I got the excavator and all the attachments loaded and chained down, all the paperwork signed, and all the DOT requirements checked off it was after 1pm. I used the bathroom at the dealer and I thought K had as well, but we got about 45 minutes down the road and she asked me to stop. I asked if she was ok with going outside, but she declined due to the fact that it was 10F outside(-12C for non Americans). Next gas station was 26 miles away, or about 40-45 minutes at the speed I was going due to the icy roads and how heavy my trailer was. 8 miles later I checked my mirrors and saw a tire that was throwing chunks of rubber. This was unusual given how cold it was, I typically only have problems in the summer when the tires overheat. I stopped at the next pull off, and told K that I'd be as fast as I could. At this point she didn't look desperate, just mildly uncomfortable. None of our trailers have spare wheels, only tires, so blowouts mean I have to take the bad tire off the wheel and mount up a new one on the side of the road. Typically this only takes me 15-20 minutes, but because of the cold I was having a hard time setting the bead. Almost 40 minutes later we were ready to roll again. When I got back in the truck she was visibly desperate and we were still about 30 minutes from the next real bathroom. I asked if she wanted to go and she again declined because it was too cold. Off we went again. A few more miles down the road and I got stuck behind a farm tractor that added about a 10 minute delay. K was absolutely bursting now. Legs crossed, lips pursed, and she hadn't said a word since we got back on the road. I tried my best to carry on a conversation but she was just nodding along. Then I saw the sign for the DOT scale was lit up meaning it was open. Not good. Typically as a farm vehicle I'm exempt from many regulations, but because I was too far from our farm I had to abide by the all rules of a regular semi truck, even in my personal pickup. I always do my paperwork and make sure my truck and trailer are in good condition, but it still adds extra delays. They red lighted me meaning I had to pull to the side, bring in my paperwork, and possibly get an inspection. K was exasperated. When I drive I typically wear long underwear with light gym shorts because they are comfortable, and if I need to fix something I can throw on my insulated coveralls or rain pants over them without hassle, do what I need to do outside the truck, and still be comfortable while I'm driving. The problem with this is that light gym shorts are not good at hiding erections. Luckily for me K was too involved in not soaking my passenger seat to notice. I took a second to calm down before I took my paperwork inside. At this point I was torn, as much as I loved this very cute blond bursting in the passenger seat of my truck, I didn't see it boding well for our relationship if she peed in my truck on our 5th date. I went inside, talked with the scale master for about 3 minutes about the weight of my load (I was over 40,000 gross combined weight), why I was out of state with a farm vehicle, and all the regulations and things. I think he could tell that I'd covered my bases, and pretty much decided to let me go have free. Again torn, I was halfway out the door when I decided to be a good person and ask on K's behalf because I knew she'd be too shy to. I turned back to the scale master and asked if we could use his bathroom before we got back on the road. He said he had no problems with that. I walked back to my truck, opened the passenger door, and startled K. She gave an adorable little squeal, and put a hand in her crotch. I told her we could use the bathroom inside, and the look of relief on her face confirmed that I'd made the right decision. She hobbled inside and made it without incident. The rest of the drive was uneventful other than pleasant conversation and listening to music. I dropped the trailer at the farm and took her home. I walked her to her door, and after I kissed her goodnight she apologized for getting into that situation and assured me that if it wasn't so cold she would've just gone outside. I insisted that it was totally not a big deal, even though it was for me for a completely different reason. I ended up telling her about my desperation fetish shortly after and she was very into it, but those are stories for another day.
  7. 3 points
    So, this is the first story I've submitted on here. Thanks to @Rick Dixon for suggesting a really fun idea. About To Explode “SARA!! LINDSAY!!” Alex yelled through the closed bathroom door. “Hurry up!! I have to go reeeeeeaallllllly bad!!!” “Yeah, OK Alex, in a minute,” came the reply from Sara. Alex moaned as she hopped from foot to foot, her left hand pressed against her groin, where it had taken up residence for the last seven hours. “You been saying that! Come on, I’m bursting!!” Clad in black shorts and a white t-shirt, Alex bent forward, her abdomen hurting from all the liquid inside of her. “Ohmygawd!!” she thought. “How much longer can they take?!” The short, tan, athletic girl had been holding it since she woke up. Normally, the bathroom would be her first stop, but not today. Her sisters were staying with her, as they were both having their houses remodeled. She enjoyed having the company, but now her poor, swollen bladder was paying the price for her generosity. In agony, she knocked on the door again. “Can you two pleeeeeeeaaaaassseeee let me in!! I’m gonna pop out here!!!” “Not much longer, Alex! Promise!” “ARRRRGGGGHHH!!!” Alex clenched her fist even further into her crotch. She was in so much pain right now. “Of course my landlord picks today of all days to have the hallways recarpeted.” Alex had known about this last week, but now she was trapped in her house all day. She couldn’t even ask a neighbor if she could use their bathroom. Trapped with an agonizingly full bladder. She knocked again, hard and furiously. “COME ON!!! Please, I’m begging you, let me in!! I can’t last much longer, I’m gonna explode!!!” “Don’t be so dramatic! We’re almost done, promise!!” “Ohmygawdohmygawdohmygawd!!!” Alex muttered. She was in complete and utter agony. She had never had to pee this bad in her entire life. It wasn’t just her bladder now, her entire body felt like it was expanding from all the pent-up liquid. Afraid of what was happening to her, she banged on the door again. “PLEEEEAAAASSSSSEEEE!!! I’m not kidding, I’m ready to BURST!!!!” No answer. Alex was sweating from the pressure she was feeling. Everything was stretched to it’s limits. It wouldn’t be much longer now… Inside the bathroom, Sara and Lindsay were giving each other facials and pedicures. They weren’t in any rush to finish when suddenly… *BOOM* “What was that?!” asked Sara, slightly panicked. Liquid was flowing under the door. Carefully, Lindsay stepped in the growing river and opened the door. The two were shocked to find Alex’s clothes and underwear floating in a huge river of liquid. Alex hadn’t been kidding. She really had been about to explode!!
  8. 3 points
    Gonna just weigh in with the shortest possible opinion I can: I don't believe a committed partner should be prohibited from viewing porn, nor do I think that the act of doing so should immediately be taken as an offense. However, I do think that it's something that should be talked about, and not done secretively. I personally consider viewing it together occasionally, and talking about it openly or sharing content that one of you found interesting to be the ideal way to handle it. In past discussions of this topic (This gets brought up regularly on various advice forums on reddit at least) I've often seen trying to prevent or guilt a partner for watching porn to be considered unhealthily controlling and an unrealistic expectation. I for one, though I may turn away from porn mostly, or even all together stop watching it, would still consider it a deal-breaker if someone tried to make me feel like I was forced or expected to stop 100%. Edit: To add a reassuring tone: I don't believe the reason it's still watched (not needed, since "need" is perhaps the wrong word - even for someone not in a relationship), has nothing to do with any sort of lack of satisfaction. It doesn't mean you're doing anything wrong, and it doesn't mean they want someone else.
  9. 3 points
    Sarah woke suddenly as her bladder sent messages asking for relief. Bleary eyed and half asleep it took her a while to recall where she was. She looked around to see Will’s illuminated clock on the wall as she realised it was twenty past 5. Will was snoring lightly beside her, his arm heavy over her waist and his other arm under her neck with his fingers caught in her hair. She was trapped but so happy to be where she was, naked in bed with a man she desired so much. She was still tired, it was still pitch dark and she was warm and comfortable. If only her bladder would stop sending signals! She snuggled back under the duvet deciding not to wake Will and to try and get some more sleep. Her bladder could wait a little longer. The faint light of the clock reflected from the large glass Sarah had left on the bedside cabinet. Then she recalled the mug of tea she had had in the lounge too. No wonder she needed to pee so bad! Still the thought of getting out of the comfortable bed and waking Will put her right off going. She crossed her legs as much as she could and tried to sleep again. Sarah must have dosed as she awoke to a sharp reminder from her bladder that it wanted release. She rolled over as much as she could before her hair caught in Will’s fingers. Will’s entire right arm was pinning her down though feeling his body, his skin and his touch was so wonderful. Sarah’s bladder was full and uncomfortable though. She really did need a pee really badly. Sarah glanced at the clock. It was now 5:45am Still early but she had now been needing the toilet for 25 minutes and the thumping of her urethra was constant. She moved her legs, fanning them in and out wishing she could reach over Will’s arm so she could hold herself. She tried to reason with her body that it only had one mug of tea and one glass of water inside it since she last peed, recalling how she had shared the toilet with Will since neither of them could wait. That thought plus recollections of her new friend desperate were creating stirs in her body all over again. ‘Think of something else’, Sarah whispered to herself as she squirmed as much as she could without twisting her hair any more around Will’s fingers. It wasn’t working though as her bladder pushed again to the forefront of her thoughts begging for release. Sarah could feel her every throb from her urethra, hear it’s rhythmic beating against her, feeling the urine preparing for launch. She was bursting. ‘Mmmmm’ Sarah moaned softly as she writhed around as much as she could pinned to the bed by Will. A minute or so later and another throb from her bladder and Sarah was scared she would piss all over Will’s bed. She had no choice now but to try and wake him or at least attempt to release herself from him and run quick. She tried lifting his arm that was resting over her. Will snorted from the disturbance but returned his hand and arm immediately to where they had been. ‘Mmmmm’ Sarah moaned now unable to lie still or hide the fact she so needed to wee. She’d only been awake a little over half an hour but she was so desperate now as her bladder had filled steadily for the last six hours since she had her mug of tea. She tried again to move Will’s arm but this time he moved closer and snuggled her tighter! Acutely aware she didn’t even have any knickers on to absorb any leaks Sarah was sweating and beginning to panic. She really had to pee so soon or she feared she would soak right where she was! ‘Will, Will’ she whispered. He stirred slightly but not enough. She could feel her hair tight against his fingers behind her but her bladder was even more painful and sending wave after wave of need throughout her whole body. Sarah could not stop squirming. ‘Will, Will’ Sarah called a little louder. She didn’t want to upset him or startle him but she didn’t want to piss all over him either. His snoring was easing and his eyes, though still closed, were no longer rapidly blinking as they were when he was in a deep sleep. He moved towards her voice. ‘Will, it’s Sarah. I’m bursting for the loo. Can you move to let me out please?’ Will sleepily opened his eyes at the mesmerising sound of Sarah’s voice. He recalled the first time he had heard it when she called his name in the waiting room and how sexy it was then, and still was. Had he heard that right? Did she say she was bursting for the loo? His dick had heard it all right as he instantly went rock hard. He used the hand behind Sarah’s head to edge her face closer as he kissed her, first a little peck on the lip, followed quickly by an all out deep embracing kiss. Will’s lips, his tongue, his erect penis and his arousing aroma sucked Sarah in as she could not help but respond to his kiss. As Will finally lifted his arm away from around her hips Sarah squirmed and shot one hand down to her throbbing urethra as she knelt on the bed learning over Will kissing him as she bounced and squirmed with her hand wedged between her legs. Yes she was turned on, how could she not be at the sight of Will’s large and stunning penis and the allurement from his kiss? But she was so desperate to pee and longing to get to the bathroom. Will stopped for a breath and looked over at the naked beauty beside him bouncing and fidgeting on her knees with a hand wedged tightly between her legs. He was entranced, so hard and dying to fuck the naked bursting beauty. Sarah’s every squirm, every fidget, every fight against her bladder made him hornier than he thought possible! He almost shot his load just watching her. Precum edged to the top of his hard on as Sarah attempted to climb from the bed. He didn’t want her to embarrass herself but he really didn’t want her to go. Not now. Right now Will was in heaven. ‘Oh Will. Oh Will. Can I use your bathroom please? Oh God I’m so desperate to pee’ Will could not help himself. He moaned and stroked his dick in one hard while reaching out and grabbing Sarah’s hand with the other.
  10. 3 points
    Watch Alisha intentionally pee in her white pants, then masturbate, in this sexy video. Alisha shot this video herself at home and decided to share it with us. In the video, she is in her bathroom and needs to pee. Instead of simply peeing on the toilet, she decides it would be more fun to wet her pants. She moves the camera into position to give us an exquisite close up as she wets herself, her white pants grow visibly wet. After she is done peeing, she continues to record as she masturbates in her wet pants.
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  12. 2 points

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    She's on a date with someone she's adored since her first year of high school and all throughout college. She's been having such a nice conversation with the guy, and he's treating her to her favorite restaurant. Everything is going well... Well, almost everything. So far, it seems like the waitress has been keen on bringing them drink refills because their food is taking forever. She's been sucking down that diet soda like there's no tomorrow! Now it's getting harder and harder for her to maintain her composure. Hey, didn't that table over there get seated after them?! Hopefully for her, he'll ask to go first. Hello again! Sorry about the rather lazy background, but I wanted to get this one out to you guys!
  13. 2 points
    https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph55c5cfef004f2 Just a little gem I had found and felt like sharing. She seemed really desperate! Nudity Warning!
  14. 2 points

    Version 1.0.0

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    So i was looking in my computer and found these i have no idea what set they go to or if the are from the same set at all Each file has 2 different scenes with 2 different girls *pictures are in order of files* Enjoy Edit: Added the set name to the title

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  15. 2 points
    I remember this as if it was yesterday! My job was stressful and I could feel life getting on top of me a bit so when I had a day off I planned to get some fresh air and exercise. It was a warm-ish spring day and I took myself to a local country park with a back pack of food and drink. I parked my car and drank a bottle of water before setting off for the walk. It wasn’t quite warm enough for no coat so I had my walking boots on, warm leggings, a jumper and a coat. I set off for my walk with my backpack on my back. It was quiet though I did see a number of people walking dogs or exploring the area. The scenery was so relaxing and the exercise was helping my mind relax. I hadn’t been walking that long though when I felt the first twinge in my bladder. The only toilets were back at a garden centre near where I had parked and figured I would use them when I returned. There were loads of different walks marked on signposts but I was too much in my own world to really bother so I just walked and walked further into the park enjoying hearing the sounds of nature and the stream flowing nearby. It wasn’t much longer before I was once again aware of my bladder. I had been walking almost an hour now so took the chance for a rest on a nearby bench. Sitting on the chilly bench I was quite aware of my need to pee so I crossed my legs and bounced my knee hugging my legs against myself. Stopping moving made me cold which was increasing my need to pee so I rocked a little and wondered if I ought to head back to the garden centre in case I found myself really bursting. My bladder made me reason this was for the best as waves of need started coming quicker. Before getting up though I grabbed an apple and a carton of juice and finished these disposing of the litter in the bin nearby. I set off heading back trying to retrace my steps. I hadn’t been walking ten minutes when a sharp spasm from my bladder hit me suddenly and I had to stop walking to cross my legs tight. Fifty minutes back to the car park felt like eternity! I would walk a bit further then have to stop a bit again. My need to piss was intensifying quicker than I could cope with. Every so often I heard other walkers about so I couldn’t just find a bush or such like. My need was getting pretty constant and strong so as soon as I saw another bench I sat down and fidgeted like crazy. Legs bouncing, scissoring in and out, crossed legged, wriggling, bouncing, anything I could do to try and hold. I remember looking at the stream while swinging my legs with my hand holding myself wishing I could pee in the stream! Anytime I heard or saw anyone I rested my bag on my knee and held myself for all I was worth. Eventually I was composed enough to walk more. I came to a division in the path and for the life of me I could not remember which way to go. I looked for signs but my mind was so preoccupied with fighting against my bladder I could not focus. I ended up just randomly choosing one and hoping for the best. I was walking but my mind and muscles were so tense trying to keep my bladder at bay. For the third time I sat on a passing bench this time absolutely frantic to pee. Rocking vigorously, back and forward, side to side, jigging around like a woman possessed as tried As hard a second I could but I could feel leaks escaping. Just at that a couple walked by with their dogs and I tried to hide the fact I was on the very edge of wetting myself in public. I clenched my muscles shut, tightly crossed my legs and pulled my bag onto my knees. I felt another leak as they passed. There was no chance I would make it back to the garden centre dry! The second they were out of sight I grabbed myself with both hands. I had to find somewhere to pee and quickly. I looked around but the grounds were too open and exposed and I could not risk being seen. Another drop leaked as I sat in a public area moaning with a super intense need to piss! I got up and yet another drop leaked. I was in serious trouble. I stood behind the bench bent over holding myself wondering if I should just pull my leggings down and go right there and then. That thought made my body almost give up! I noticed a tree ahead and decided to aim for there. I was almost in tears trying to make it and I was so annoyed to see that as I got nearer to the tree it was actually far too exposed to pee behind as not only could people on my side of the river see walking past but people the opposite side could see me too. I was barely holding it all in now as I tried to keep walking. Eventually I had no choice as I was slowly leaking and I could feel warm droplets running down my leg. I literally ran to the nearest bush, dropped my bag, pulled my leggings and knickers down and crouched down as piss exploded from me like a flood. My embarrassment was overshadowed by my intensive relief as I peed and peed! I have no idea if I was seen but it truly was an emergency and it was be seen peeing or be seen wetting!
  16. 2 points
    The Dedication For @Imouto Kitten and @Nar, here's a story about a young female professor, desperate to pee. (And yes, true to form, I have sneaked in male desperation - but it is a very minor part of the plot, and consumes a minimal amount of words) Some unusual-ish terms, ==> CTF aka 'Capture The Flag' is a training exercise in cyber security, where a team attacks a computer system trying to steal some information (the metaphorical flag), and another team tries to protect the system. The exercise stops once the flag is captured (yay, attackers!) or the clock runs out (and the defense win). It can get very competitive, like just about anything else a bunch of nerds indulge in. And of course there is no pause button. ==> A salwar-kameez looks like http://www.sudarshansilk.com/celebration-patiala-salwar-kameez-dress-material-35157.html. It has many avatars (just like a "dress" can come in a multitude of styles), commonly worn by women in South Asia. This is the specific style Nuria wears in the story. ==> Eve, along with Alice and Bob are common names used to describe communication, in networking textbooks. Alice and Bob have conversations that Eve evesdrops on. It's the great old love triangle ya know. The Story Mark watched in fascination as their teacher entered the room. She looked younger than most of the students, standing at just under 5-feet, with a petite build. Well, it wasn't too strange Mark reminded himself - she was after all just 23. Nuria had caused something of a stir when she had been hired as faculty at the University aged just 21, in Mark's first year of college. The headscarf wearing, mild-mannered woman, with South Asian roots, who looked young enough to be in high school, was no one's idea of a 'professor'. Yet she had been assigned to teach graduate level classes. Mark could still remember his brother coming back to the dorm in a rage, talking about "affirmative action" and "just because she is brown and a woman".As you can guess, a bunch of 23/24 year old men (and yes, mostly men - cyber security had precious few women) did not take kindly to Nuria's authority. However that girl genius, with two PhDs, had wrested respect out of those skeptics. To the extent that Mark's brother, no longer foaming at the mouth about affirmative action, had begged Nuria to be his PhD guide. Nuria had built her reputation on her harsh but just discipline and excellent teaching skills. Her cyber security courses were widely considered THE best in this University, and this University regularly ranked amongst the top-5 in the world for anything related to computing. Her discipline was as legendary as her lectures - she didn't tolerate tardiness. If you were late by more than a minute, you weren't allowed in. You weren't allowed to leave for any reason - rather you were allowed to leave any time you please, but you weren't allowed back in. Mark's brother had told him how he almost peed his pants, because he didn't dare leave her class. He had literally run to the toilet after class, clutching his dick shamelessly and peed a gusher at the nearest urinal - completely ignoring etiquettes to 'mind the gap'. He just couldn't make it to the 'acceptable' ones further away. And a lot of others had suffered the same fate at different times - it was a running gag in the men's dorms by now.Well, in short, by the time Mark reached his third year, Nuria was a living legend. She taught an introductory class in cyber security for undergraduates, and they had to open the auditorium to fit all the students who registered. Today, Mark was seated in the front of that auditorium, albeit at the extreme corner, because coming even an hour early didn't guarantee you good seats here. He was in awe of the woman who was his professor but still looked like a high school kid. She was dressed in her signature long sleeved top that came down to her knees and a loose, pleated trouser, with a headscarf wrapped over her hair - apparently it's a nod to her South Asian heritage, a salwar-kameez. Usually she was known for her impeccable composure and being in her classroom 5minutes before time, but today she looked a little haggard as she rushed in just as the clock stuck 2pm, biting her lower lip.Mark remembered his brother had told them about this elite CTF that Nuria had arranged for her best students, apparently against some world famous Russian team. That explained why she was late - they had scheduled it for 8:45 - 1:45, Nuria treating her warriors to pizza and Coke in her office for making them skip lunch (and also to keep them piped up through the marathon exercise). Must have run late there. Nuria came to the front of the stage and introduced herself.Mark wondered if it was his imagination, or was Nuria really standing stiffly with her legs unnaturally close together, as she introduced herself? Mark's cock twitched as he thought about Nuria consuming cans of Coke with her students and then being forced to come to this class as her students rushed for the toilets. Her dress was too loose to show a bladder bulge, much to Mark's disappointment. Mark woke himself up from his day dreams as Nuria walked over to the white board - time to pay attention.30 mins in, however, Mark could only pay attention to the way Nuria occasionally pressed her legs together, how her entire body would go stiff for a few seconds. She had done it at least 5 times now - and she was constantly moving around the stage. That might have been just her style, taking in the whole auditorium, but even when she was writing on the board, her right leg was jiggling constantly. Like she couldn't possibly stand still.Mark was pretty confident that his professor was in urgent need of relieving her bladder. The class lasted 90 minutes - this promised to be an intriguing spectacle. Mark idly wondered when the woman might have last emptied her bladder ... She lived off-campus, with her parents, and drove the 1hr to University every day. May be she hadn't peed since leaving home, say at 7:30 to make it in plenty of time for that CTF? Oh, she must have a truckload of piss in there! Mark would have simply burst if he had had to hold in his pee for 7 hours.Nuria took another sip from the water bottle on the lectern, giving the class some time to write down the notes. Mark couldn't be bothered - he was busy watching Nuria. Her body was hidden by the lectern, but the advantage of sitting at an extreme corner was Mark could see the left side of her body. Her legs were crossed together, knees bent and a look of concentration on her face. He drank in the image, noting the clenched jaw, the stiff upper body, and furiously jiggling legs even as her thighs remained pressed close together. He couldn't see her right hand, but it was definitely below the lectern, and he had a pretty good guess about where that was shoved, while her left furiously clenched the marker.Then, much to his disappointment, she walked to the front of the stage as if nothing was wrong. May be holding herself had reduced her urgency - Mark knew how the urge could disappear for some time, only to return with double the urgency. He just prayed that return happened before the end of this class.He concentrated on the lecture as Nuria went on, her tightly crossed legs, tiny steps and the frequent biting of her lower lip the only indication of her bladder situation. It was clear that she was trying her best to hide her situation from the students. Understandable. What would happen to her iron discipline and cult status if she pee danced in front of the undergrads? Or worse, broke her own rules and left the room? But as he continued drinking in the subtle tells, Mark felt sure that redoubled pressure would arrive very very soon and force the professor to lose her calm.Miraculously, it didn't arrive till after the hour mark had passed. She stopped right in the middle of describing Eve's activities and bent forwards - it barely lasted 5 seconds and by the time students had looked up from their notebooks Nuria had straightened up and resumed speaking. But Mark had been watching for this precise moment, and his cock started to harden. It didn't help that he needed to pee himself - coming in an hour early to get a good seat had been worth it, but was also taxing his bladder. Unfortunately (or fortunately) that just turned him on even more.Mark took shallow breaths and tried to think "boring thoughts" to prevent a full blown erection developing. However Nuria moving to behind the lectern didn't help at all. He could see her legs were crossed tightly now, and as he continued staring she put her marker down on the top of the lectern and used her free hand to press against her pussy. Fuck, this was getting too hot for Mark.For a rookie professor who had had to claw respect out of entitled men, openly holding herself, with both hands no less, must have been a last resort. She must know the lectern couldn't cover her totally. It must be either holding her crotch or wetting herself, and she had chosen the lesser of the two evils. Mark was fascinated to note how her voice remained mostly steady. However there would be a cute little hitch in it every few minutes.His really cute professor, fighting to hold back an overfull bladder, in front of an auditorium of students - this was the stuff of dreams! Mark didn't hear a word more for the remaining 15 minutes - instead he noted how Nuria kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, how firmly she was biting her lips, how swollen her lips were after being bitten down in utter desperation for the better part of an hour, that look of pain that shadowed her face once or twice. And most damning of all, how her right shoulders hunched forwards. She must have realized her right side was actually totally shielded from view since the lectern was next to the wall - privileges of the altitudinally-challenged. But a hawk-eyed desperation lover like Mark knew all the tell tale signs. That shoulder had come forward because the arms had gone below her kameez and probably inside her salwar to press directly against her pee-hole - the last stance of an absolutely desperate professor.She finally concluded her lecture with just a minute left in the period. By now, her voice wasn't exactly steady - at least Mark could hear the tremor that came from utilizing every last bit of strength to hold back a flood. No one else seemed to notice however, so Mark chalked it up to his ultra-sensitive ears or overactive imagination. His dick was quite sure it was the former, even if his brain was not, and stood erect in anticipation. Fuck, this class had proven to be way more than he bargained for.As the bell rang, he noticed Nuria stood quite still. He had expected her to make a beeline for the toilet as soon as she got a chance, but apparently she didn't trust herself to move. Instead she informed them about her office hours and told them they are free to leave. Mark's bladder chose this moment to give a particularly strong twinge to remind him why leaving was a good idea. But his cock definitely had other ideas.Shielding his erection using the laptop and notebook he was carrying, he decided to approach Nuria on stage. Standing up was torture for his poor bladder. He had drank a ton of coffees since morning, and though he had peed just before entering the class, 2.5hrs had apparently been enough time for his bladder to fill up. He ignored its pleas in favor of his penis - this was an once in a lifetime opportunity!Nuria straightened up as he approached the lectern. For a fleeting moment there was a look of utter pain in her eyes, followed quickly by desperation, and shame. Mark asked her random questions about the course, questions he already knew the answers to, but to his disappointment she didn't even so much as fidget as she patiently answered him for about 5 minutes. By then the auditorium had almost emptied, and Mark's urge to pee was overtaking the rush of blood to his cock.As he left the auditorium though, he suddenly had a wild idea. It was improbable - but he needed to confirm it. There was a trophy cabinet just beside the door - he turned around and pretended to admire the trophies, while his bladder throbbed and begged for release. His penis was also begging for release of a different kind - but he had to endure both stoically. After 5 more minutes, when the last stragglers had left, Mark finally saw Nuria herself emerge from the auditorium. Out of the corner of his eye, he followed her movement as she turned in the direction opposite the trophy cabinet and took small mincing steps. Oh, clearly she was still bursting - Mark had been wrong.Sighing in defeat, he moved to Plan B - Nuria was likely making her way to the nearest toilets. There were no designated faculty toilets here - actually there were just two chubby holes beside each other marked "Ladies" and "Gents", a relic from the old days before this place became an auditorium. Well, she definitely didn't look like she would make it to the faculty toilets in the cyber security building - so she must be headed to these. Mark needed to release his load soon too, so might as well as follow her and pray the dividing walls are thin.As he turned around, his cock almost danced in excitement. He hadn't been wrong. In the bright light of the corridor, he could see the bunched up material of Nuria's salwar, between her legs, was two shades darker than the rest. So he was right about the secret behind her calm while answering him. He was wrong about how extremely full her bladder had been. As he walked behind her, trying to make as little noise as possible, Nuria stopped again. He saw a dark line emerging from the bunched up material, following the pleat right to her feet. He nearly gasped in surprise, as Nuria stood still for about 30s - the material of her dress gradually darkening further. Absorbent cotton, Mark thought vaguely, as his spinchter shivered in envy, wishing to unload its own contents.Much to his surprise, Nuria continued her walk to the toilets - still hunched forwards, as if her bladder was still, after nearly drenching her salwar, weighing her down. Mark waited for Nuria to enter the ladies cubicle before rushing in to the gents. He immediately pointed his cock in to the toilet bowl, barely managing to balance the laptop on the flush tank, utterly desperate to pee now. However, nothing happened - he needed to take care of his erection first.Just then he heard a low moan from the other side, and what sounded like frantic tugging on clothes. He could totally imagine Nuria having a hard time pulling off that drenched piece of clothing, bursting to pee, inside a toilet, with no way to pee. That nearly took him over the edge, as he firmly stroked his member. However it was the sound of a jet of piss hitting the water that finally brought him to climax. Biting down hard on his lips to keep from moaning, he cummed all over his hands as Nuria continued peeing a gusher in the next cube. And then Mark's bladder was finally able to push its contents out - he couldn't stop the moan this time. He took a fast, hard piss, water frothing in the bowl as his clear stream hit it. However when he finished, he heard Nuria's stream still going steadily. Mark's cock almost hardened again at the thought of the sheer volume of piss his professor had been holding back. He sat down on the toilet and listened to the stream finally slowing in to a trickle, followed by a relieved moan.He waited till he heard Nuria leave. Only then did he get up and wash his soiled hands, and flushed his piss and cum down the drain. He went through the rest of the day in a daze. That night however, he cummed more than once, with the image of a very wet salwar in mind. The Author's Note I wanted to try something different - been writing a lot of similar desperation scenes ... So I ended up writing this as a sighting - let me know if that worked for you or whether you hated it?
  17. 2 points
    Stumbled across this pic on another site, wondered if anyone knows any more about the video and/or has a copy?
  18. 2 points
    Serves you right for laughing at my peril!! >:U But you we're right about my enjoyment >w> I don't know what was taller, the Mountain or my- .. well. xD
  19. 2 points

    Version 1.0.0

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    Staring Alison Rey, Ashley Lane and Dixie Comet Alison, Ashley and Dixie have just come home from a lunch date when Dixie tells Ashley how disappointed she was in her for being so rude to their server at the restaurant. Alison pipes in as well that she agrees and Ashley was very rude. Their argument escalates until Dixie decides that if Ashley wants to act like a little brat, she's going to treat her like one. Dixie bends Ashley over her lap and starts to spank her ass as Ashley pouts and squirms. Alison is fully behind this idea and she runs off to get a diaper and binky, saying she should wear a diaper like the little brat she is. She pops the binky in Ashley's mouth as Dixie lifts her dress and spanks her panty covered butt. Then they pull her panties off and put her on the floor to get diapered. Once Ashley has been put in her diaper and is pouting with her pacifier, Dixie tells Alison that she was being way to mean to Ashley about her punishment and that she needs to be spanked, too. She bends Alison over her knee and lifts her dress to spank her only to find that Alison is already wearing a diaper! It seems that Alison enjoys being in diapers and has already put herself in one for fun. Dixie decides that if the two bratty girls want to have diaper time together they might as well look the part and she pulls the rest of their grown up clothes off leaving them only in their diapers.

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  20. 2 points
    Okay, I haven't actually read the story yet, but I did scroll to find the picture to see if it was any good. I was expecting mediocrity at best based on this quote here. Said expectations were completely blown out of the water. That picture was reeeeeeeeeeeally good for a simple doodle. From that alone, you're probably one of the best artists I've ever seen in this community that's actually a member of it. You need to have some more confidence in yourself... Anyway, I'll leave commentary on the actual story itself next. But while scrolling through it, it seemed pretty well done. I'll refrain from commenting further without actually reading, though.
  21. 2 points
    No one is meaning any offense here. Calm down. I appreciate where you're coming from, but as others have stated, if someone wishes to identify themselves with the term "trap," that is there right.
  22. 2 points
    A little later on I encountered a scenario that I always find interesting. In general I love when people make a choice between peeing and doing something else. Probably my favourite one of these moments is people choosing to smoke before they pee. I love situations where someone has to pee but goes to smoke first and then they end up stood pee dancing whilst trying to quickly to finish their cigarette. I got myself some food and ended up sat at the table with my husbands cousin, sister and a blonde woman, wearing a long denim top and black leggings, and her husband. In conversation I found out that the guy worked with my brother in law which is how they came to be here. I sat for a while nibbling at my food and enjoying the conversation. After while of being sat there the conversation had more moved to being between me and my family members and the couple were talking amongst themselves. The guy stood up and said he was going to go for a smoke and asked his wife is she was coming. She said she would she just had to go to the bathroom first. She headed out and immediately came back, telling her husband there were people waiting and she would go after. We continued our conversation and then I took my empty plate into the kitchen to dispose of and whilst there I went to the fridge to get another drink. As I was in the kitchen I could see people sat outside on the patio smoking and talking and amongst them was the blonde woman and there no mistaking that she needed to pee. She was holding a cigarette in one hand and her drink in the other and was jiggling her legs back and forth. I smiled to myself thinking about how people often did that, choosing to smoke over peeing and took my drink back to the table. My bladder had been steadily filling whilst sat at the table and having stood my need definitely felt worse. I put my drink down and told my sister in law I was just going to the toilet. She stood up and said she would come too. When we went out to where the bathroom was there was a girl and a guy waiting in line. We joined behind them and just chatted away whilst we waited. Not long after the girl went in and the guy in front of us joined our conversation. Just as he did the blonde woman appeared through the doorway and came and stood behind us. She looked liked she had outside and stood gently jiggling her legs and talking to us. As the bathroom came free and the guy went in she crossed her legs and moaned "I really need a wee". I was shocked at the sudden outburst and figured she must have been embarrassed saying something in front of the guy. Now he was out of sight her jiggling got worse and in and amongst our conversation she kept saying aloud that she needed to wee badly. When the guy came out and headed back into the party my sister in law and I both went in together as we are comfortable together. As we did the woman laughed and said "wooo, at least I am next now.....just please don't be long". I nodded and smiled at her as I closed the door. I went to the toilet and pee'd, enjoying the wonderful feeling of emptying my bladder. When I had finished I sorted myself out and then went over to the sink whilst my sister in law went. I washed my hands and went and stood by the door waiting for her. I could hear the woman outside talking to someone and saying how desperate she was. Eventually when my sister in law had finished we left the bathroom and she thanked us before dashing in. It always makes me smile when I know someone has gotten that desperate to pee because of choosing to smoke first.
  23. 2 points
    Yeah chill out. If he wants to call himself a trap, then let the guy call himself a trap. It's not being used as an insult against him, so calm down.
  24. 2 points
    Bullshit. After reviewing reports against your account, I can see you harassing members in private obsessing over their birthdays and trying to find members that are underage under the guise of you "just wanting to wish them a happy birthday" and then constantly harassing them with all sorts of creepy questions (and then spamming them asking them to answer if they don't reply). You are also indeed a ban evader. We keep records of everything you do here. If you attempt to evade another ban, we will be forwarding every harassing correspondence you've sent (both here and on your other account) to your ISP. Thread locked. Member banned with extreme prejudice. Please look at this as a friendly reminder that staff are here to help if someone is harassing you with creepy advanced in PM's. If someone is bothering you, report them and we will investigate and take action if necessary. Your safety and comfort here is our utmost priority.
  25. 2 points
    This time with actual sexy bits! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, after the two young people finally woke up, Will Daniels took Meagan and Parker out to the Christmas tree farm to select and cut their tree. Trimming the tree took up much of the afternoon, and after dinner all for of them sat around in front of the fire. The next few days passed with warmth and snuggles and still further snowfights. Meagan and Parker spent a long time each day in bed—sometimes having sex, when Will and Donna had gone off to work for the day, but mostly just camped out, reading books or watching movies. Meagan insisted on helping with the cooking and cleaning, however, so that took some further time. And once the elder Danielses were home, they had wide-ranging conversations over dinner, never knowing where the talk would go next and (shortly) never knowing exactly how and why they’d gotten to where the talk currently was. And, yes, there were Christmas movies and hot chocolate in front of the fire. Meagan and Parker had gotten home on the 17th. The cousins arrived on the 22nd for a long weekend. Corey was pretty reserved—not altogether sullen; it was Christmas, after all. Maddie, on the other hand, took to Meagan exactly as predicted, cemented firmly in a two-on-two snow battle in the backyard, girls (Meagan and Maddie) versus boys (Parker and his dad). After that, Meagan essentially had to pry Maddie off with a crowbar any time she needed to be alone. That wasn’t even totally metaphorical, as the girl was frequently literally hanging off Meagan’s arm, or clambering up her for piggyback rides. So it was Meagan, Maddie, and Karen (Maddie’s mom) who were making the traditional family cookies. Parker was helping by “making pleasant conversation” as Karen had ordered him to do, and by taste-testing whenever the bakers weren’t looking. Corey was playing on his Gameboy at the table, drawn in by the promise of baked goods. “‘Secret family recipe,’” Meagan had said. “Am I allowed to be part of this?” “Yep!” Maddie said. “You’re in the family now.” “Oh, good. I was wondering if you were gonna make me mix the batter blindfolded or something.” “Not to worry,” Karen said. “Yeah, just don’t tell anyone the secret ingredient, or then we’d have to kill you,” Parker added. “What, you mean the…?” “Don’t say it out loud! There are spies everywhere!” As Maddie ferociously attacked the batter with a wooden spoon, and Karen set about greasing up some trays, Meagan stepped out into the dining room and gave Parker a hug. “I’m loving this,” she whispered. “Yeah. This is Christmas,” Parker said. “Almost perfect.” “Mmmmmmhmmmm.” “And you haven’t even had the cookies yet.” “I’ve had the batter. It’s delicious as is.” “Yeah, but the finished product is even more amazing.” When the first cookies came out of the oven, Meagan gasped. “They’re huge!” “Yup!” Maddie said. “Now, let ‘em cool for a minute—but just a minute, they’re best when they’re still warm in the middle…” The minute passed, the girl picked one right up off the tray and held it up to feed it to Meagan. Meagan dutifully took a bite, and then—“Oh. Oh, my,” she mumbled, her mouth full. “This—this is like the God of All Cookies.” “Does he know the God of Hedgehogs?” Parker murmured in her ear. “Probably. But this one tastes better. Much, much better.” “Who’s the God of Hedgehogs?” Maddie demanded. So naturally Meagan had to tell the story of how they first met—touching only lightly on the bathroom aspect—and then how they re-met out on the field and got to know each other, and re-telling the story made Parker fall in love with her all over again. That night they spooned together in Parker’s bed—the only way to do it, as his bed wasn’t really built for two—and Meagan said quietly, “So here’s a funny twist.” “Hmmm?” “You told me Maddie would love me, and she obviously does. But I think both your cousins have a crush on me.” “Maddie’s a little young for crushes…” “Oh, no she isn’t. I don’t think she really knows what’s going on, but she’s totally got a thing for me. So much touching. But I didn’t see Corey coming.” “He hasn’t said two words to you!” “True. But he’s been sneaking peeks at me constantly.” “I hadn’t noticed.” “That’s because you’re watching me, not him. Try keeping an eye on him tomorrow. You’ll see.” The next day was Christmas Eve. As instructed, Parker watched Corey—and saw that, yes, the reserved teenager was definitely watching Meagan closely. He had a tendency to drift into her presence, though he would simply sit and play games rather than interacting. Whenever she walked by, his eyes would follow her—especially her butt. And he had a tendency to look away, or leave the room, when Meagan and Parker got a little clingy. Parker was at first amused, but once seen, he couldn’t unsee it—and when Corey’s stares got a little too hungry, Parker found himself getting clingy with Meagan more than usual. He’d have spent the whole weekend hugging her if Maddie hadn’t demanded so much attention and physical activity. After dinner, Will lit the fire, and Karen made hot chocolate, and there were leftover cookies, and everyone snuggled together in the living room with the lights down, watching the fire. Since couch and chair space was at a premium, Meagan was sitting in Parker’s lap. Maddie had attempted to sit in Meagan’s lap in turn, but she was gently dissuaded from crushing Parker underneath. Corey positioned himself so he didn’t have to look at them, and Maddie was all over the rug. “Want some more, Maddie?” Meagan asked, getting up. “Yes please!” “Only because it’s Christmas,” Karen said warningly. “And this is your last cup.” Meagan poured herself a second mug and brought Maddie one as well. By the time the girl was finished, however, Meagan had not only polished off her mug, she’d drunk some water and made some tea for a chaser. Parker began to get suspicious—and hopeful. Hope was replaced by certainty as she casually drew a letter P on his arm. And since she could get up and go to the bathroom any time, but wasn’t doing anything of the sort, he seemed pretty sure it was for his benefit. Strangely, however, he felt a little ambivalent. There seemed something weird about playing sexual hold-it games on Christmas Eve. Parker’s family was barely religious, but there still seemed something off about it. If nothing else, Christmas was about family. It was an absolute delight that Meagan had been accepted in as part of that family. But still—it was a family time, not fantasy time. The grown-ups started yawning and then retired to bed—or, rather, the older generation retired to bed, as Meagan had to be considered a grown-up, too. Instead she and Parker stayed up with the kids a little longer, until she finally did a very mom-like thing and told Maddie to bed down. Perhaps because of the sugar or because of the occasion, this took rather longer than it should have, and it was only by simply closing Parker’s door in Maddie’s face that Meagan made her escape. She turned to Parker, drew him close, draped her arms around his neck, and kissed him a long, long time. “So,” she whispered in his ear, “ ‘All I want for Christmas is you.’ ” “ ‘I can arrange that,’ ” Parker whispered back. “ ‘You could use a good kiss.’ ” “I think you’re mixing quotations.” “Some things are instinctual. Why are we whispering?” “Because your parents are just across the hall, Maddie and Corey are both really tuned in to what I’m up to today, and what I do next I wanna keep just between us.” “Mm. What did you have in mind?” “You know.” He nodded. He also could not keep a secret. “What’s up?” she said, still whispering. “Christmas doesn’t seem like the time.” “Well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. But two things: one, I’ve been imagining this—wanting this—since your parents invited me, and two, whatever you decide, can you decide quickly?” And he realized she was already locked down. “Uh… wanting this?” She put her mouth right up to his ear. “I want you in me while I’m full. I really do.” “You make a compelling case. Convince me?” “I will. But no more whispers.” “How…?” She pushed him down onto the edge of his bed, turned on the bedside light, turned off the overhead light, and then danced. It wasn’t just a pee dance, and it wasn’t just a striptease, and it wasn’t just her getting her groove on, either, but a combination of all three. He flashed back to the first time she’d ever held it just for him—his birthday—and how she’d merged her dance party with her desperate wriggling. This was much the same, except that she was also slowly unbuttoning her flannel shirt. It was, he realized, the same one she’d been wearing for the photoshoot. And she pulled the same trick, gradually working her way out of all the layers underneath it while leaving the flannel still on her shoulders. Her breasts swaying with each move, she danced on. Each time she bent down, or crossed her legs, or spun, he wondered if it was triggered by the dance or the desperation, until he realized it was both. She straddled his lap, placing his hand on the bare skin just above the waistband on her hip, and kissed him deeply, pressing herself against him at every point. She had to press one hand against her crotch for a moment, her face a mixture of amusement and anxiety, and he realized that having her legs spread that wide was increasingly hard for her. She whispered in his ear, “Decided?” “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” “Good.” She slid off him, went to her knees, unzipped his fly. She stroked them both, one hand on each groin—but occasionally letting her effort at holding show in her face, as the hand she had busy on herself had to stop and hold for a minute. Then she placed his own hand on his cock, got up, and started dancing again. The wriggling was much more obvious now, conveying without words just how much she needed to go. She unbuttoned her shorts—half for the striptease, half for the access it allowed her fingers, which were spending a lot of time down there by now. Her pirouettes were all done cross-legged now. He was hard, all reservations forgotten. She got her shorts down, kicked them off, and then had to cross her legs still tighter. She pantomimed the relief of dropping pants while at a toilet—lifting an imaginary lid and squatting to complete the picture—then grabbed herself with both hands and danced around to show that she was all the more desperate because of getting her shorts off. He realized she was probably overacting a little to show more clearly what was up with her body, to make up for the lack of words. He felt a moment’s irritation—and then decided he didn’t care. He stood up, stripping off his shirt and letting his jeans fall to the floor, and pantomimed something else, with a gesture both ancient and easily understood. Meagan shook her head, tapped her wrist where her watch usually was, jerked a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the living room where Corey and Maddie were, and mimed sleep. We’re stalling until they’ve gone to bed, he mentally translated. And to get you more full, he responded by hand gesture (pointing at her bladder and indicating it filling up). She nodded energetically, showing she understood, and kept dancing. But then she stopped dancing and bent over a little, hands between her legs, and repeated his earlier “Time to fuck?” gesture, with a questioning look on her face. He nodded, but pointed back to her. She nodded back, grabbing the lube to show she was ready to go with a little help. They got their underwear off, so the only article of clothing between them was still her flannel shirt, and lubed him up thoroughly. She pushed him back down to a sitting position, straddled him once again—this time with a look of momentary agony in her eyes as her legs spread—and guided him into her. It was strangely more intimate than much of their recent lovemaking—sex in the silence. They indicated to each other how they were doing with glances, small gestures, small squeezes. Despite her desperation, she somehow managed to hold it with her legs spread. She did rub herself a lot—and she was incredibly tight around his cock, showing she was using all her inner muscles to keep her pee in. Which made her feel incredible. Which he told her, through gesture and facial expression. She grinned, a lopsided dead-sexy grin with her hair falling across her face and her shoulders, her breath coming a little quick through her smile, head cocked to the side a little. He had one hand around her waist and cupping her butt to help keep her in his lap. The other he ran up to her breast, stroking the undersides and circling her nipple, and then snaked around behind her to feel up her sexy back under her shirt. She leaned back against his grip and formed a heart with both hands, pressing it first against her own heart and then to his. Then she put her hands on his shoulders and flung back her head, eyes half-lidded in bliss. She never once stopped riding him. To his amazement—for no hands were anywhere near her crotch and her vibe was still in its drawer—he felt telltale contractions around his cock. It wasn’t her trying to hold back her pee, either. In a moment, the ripples of her muscles were unmistakable. So was the look on her face. Both set him off. He came deep and long into her. But not as long as she came, for she was still climaxing after he was spent. Flushed and grinning and out of breath, she nuzzled him, kissed him, bit his lip gently, nuzzled him some more. He kissed her back, then gestured to show fireworks, with a look of surprise. She tapped the base of his cock, then tapped her bladder, and gave a big thumbs up. He nodded in the direction of the bathroom, a question mark in his eyes. She shrugged—an incredibly sexy gesture, in that moment—and held him. Both with her arms and with her vaginal muscles. He buried his face in her shoulder, drinking in her scent, marvelling once again just how insanely lucky he was. Eventually he softened and she squeezed him out. She grabbed a handful of tissues and mopped up some of the mess. But by now she was trembling with the effort of holding back her piss with just her inner muscles, and she jumped off his lap to crotch-grab and bend over. He followed her up, caressing her back, admiring her dangling breasts, kissing her hair and shoulders, and then pointed to the bathroom. She nodded eagerly—and then her mouth twisted a little, perplexed, and she gestured to her almost-naked, sweaty body. He helped her button up her shirt, and then sacrificed some sweatpants to the cause. She was jiggling (always a pleasant sight) as he got them up her legs; then he quickly donned a pair of his own, and they slipped silently across the hall to the bathroom. He closed the door of his room behind them, so the light would not wake the cousins, and Meagan waited until he was in and the bathroom door closed before she flipped on the light. The light revealed that she had her other hand entirely down her borrowed pants. She wiggled again, looking helpless. He removed her clothing again, gently, with no hurry, adding kisses to each bit of exposed skin, as she smiled and sighed and grimaced and squirmed. Finally she was naked, and at his nod she sat down to pee. The look on her face was blissful. He took his turn peeing, and then they washed each other a little, with warm washcloths only (a shower would be too loud). Every place he cleaned he kissed. Finally they stood, all cleaned up, naked, making out with soft little kisses, until she shivered—for the heat hadn’t been on for a while. Meagan didn’t bother getting dressed this time. She just gathered up her shirt and sweats, turned out the light, and opened the door. In the darkness, the crack of faint light from under Parker’s door was their only guide. She listened and heard nothing from Maddie or Corey. She stepped across to Parker’s door, Parker right behind her, and then slipped in quickly. When they were in bed and under the covers and warmed up (which again involved making out), Meagan whispered, “Merry Christmas, Parker.” “Merry Christmas. And thank you.” “You’re welcome—and thank you. I got just what I wanted.”
  26. 2 points
    Make-Believe You’re never too old to play. “Ash, I’m home!” I swung the door shut, dropping the keys with a clatter into their little tray. “Hello? You better not jump out at me!” I shifted where I stood, unsure of whether the journey to the living room was worth the risk. Without thinking, I felt my hand slowly traveled to my crotch, which was pulsing irritably. Damn, I gotta go. If he scares me, he’s dead. “I’m gonna use the bathroom, be right back!” When there was no response, I started racking my brain as to where he could be. The clock on the wall read 7:37, so surely he was home from work by now? Pressing my thighs together, I decided to wee now, worry later. My bladder stuck out a little bit from my body, smooth and hard to the touch. As I shuffled towards the bathroom, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if Ash caught me now, full and fidgeting, making a break for the toilet... I pushed the thought out of my head. Ash and I had not had a session in months, and his message was clear: our omorashi play was a thing of the past. The idea made me a little sad. I reached for the doorknob, twisting it forcefully as I dipped up and down on the spot. Come on, Amy, you’ve held for way longer than this! What is wrong with you? My mind scampered, trying to comprehend why the door was not swinging open. “Ash? You in there?” When there was still no answer, I sighed, frustrated. So close, just hang in there. I pounded again and yelled, “Ash! Come on, I gotta go!” Right as I said that, I felt my legs tremble slightly, shaken by the wave of desperation that had hit me. I grabbed my crotch, squeezing tightly, and called out once more, “Hello!?” “Amy Birch Trenson! Where have you been!?” I whirled on the spot, shocked to see Ash standing there, arms crossed, staring down at me. “Do you have any idea how worried your parents have been? They must have called me a hundred times, asking where you were! On their date night, too. How am I supposed to babysit you if you’ve flown off the map?” I gazed up at him, mouth gaping open. “Fine then,” he said, face as stern and (quite honestly) as handsome as ever. “If you won’t answer me, go sit in the living room.” “Ash, I have to pee, but I’ll be there in a sec-” “No, do you hear me? NOW!” For a spit second, I saw his act diminish. He smiled, eyes sparkling with that mischievous look I loved so much. And then, all at once, the anger was back. I could have leapt for joy. It was staged, the whole thing. I grinned, quickly putting the pieces together. Ash and I had always talked about doing a role play at one point. He must have set this up while I was at drama practice. The bathrooms are obviously locked, meaning he wants me to play along. Babysitting... ok, so I’m a kid. I can work with that. I adjusted my stance, removed my hands from my crotch, and slapped on a look of defiance. “You’re not the boss of me!” I cried, planting my hands on my hips. “You’ve never been the boss of me!” A shadowed crossed his face. He leaned forward, jabbing his finger at my chest. “Go. Sit. Down.” I did as I was told, plopping down on the sofa and crossing my legs firmly. Ash paced in front of me, hands behind his back. I tried not to fidget, not to show any signs of needing the loo. I felt the wee slowly build up inside me, bladder pulsing more and more by the minute. I breathed, trying to steady my racing heart. “Amy, I was worried about you,” he said finally, stopping to stand in front of me. “You didn’t answer my calls, didn’t respond to my texts. Where were you?” I brushed my hair out of my face. “It’s none of your business." “It’s all of my business if I’m supposed to watch out for you!” “I was at the park, so what?” I saw a brief grin slide across his face as I mentioned the park; we had a few... how do you say... memories there. He sighed, sitting down next to me. “Until you learn running off is not a joke, you’re grounded to the couch.” I yelled in protest, voice squealing with rage. “Y-You can’t do that! You don’t have the right!” Ash laughed. “Honey, I have all the right. I’m in control here, not you.” I leaned back, sulking crossly. I felt my bladder pulse beneath my tight jeans, begging for release. Naturally, I ignored it. Ash busied himself with his phone, occasionally sneaking glances up at me. I gave him no satisfaction, steeling myself against the urge and keeping my face passive. Occasionally, I would wince as the restricting fabric pressed into my body, capturing my bloated abdomen in a cage. It didn’t take Ash long to notice. “What’s wrong, Amy?” He asked, not even caring to look up from his device. “N-Nothing,” I replied, shifting and squeezing my muscles tightly. At this, he surveyed me, eyes squinted in skepticism. “No. You seem tense. Something’s up.” Finally, after sweeping over my whole body, his gaze rested on my obviously full bladder. A smirk twitched on his lips. “Amy, do you have to pee?” “No!” I cried, sticking my nose in the air. “I do not.” “But Amy, it’s ok if you do. Everyone needs to pee.” I glared at him, still squirming slightly. “Well, I don’t. I... I’m fine.” He nodded. “Ok, good, because you’re grounded to the couch anyway. No bathroom for you.” At this, I allowed myself to portray a slightly crestfallen look. “Does that bother you?” Ash asked, smirk fully visible now. “I mean, it would be a shame if you had to pee, wouldn’t it? To have to hold it and hold it, squirming in agony, bladder full to the brim and bursting?” I gulped, pee hole throbbing. “Well, I’m sorry, but even if you did have to go wee-wee, you can’t. You’re staying here until your parents get home. Goodness knows how long that will be...” I was slightly distracted by a sharp pang from my bladder. I clenched my muscles. Hold it in, just like he said. You-You have to... Suddenly, he reached over and gave my bladder a shove. I gasped, clutching my crotch tightly as my desperation increased with the pressure. Whimpering, I felt some urine spurt out. “Oh, so you do have to go.” He shook his head sadly, though didn’t seem to know that I leaked. “How unfortunate...” As Ash returned to his phone, I quickly shifted my position, sitting on top of my heel. It dug into my crotch, plugging my pee hole firmly. “A-Ash?” “Yeah?” “Can-Can I have my phone?” He sighed, tossing it to me. “Whatever.” Grateful for a distraction, I quickly scanned my games, subconsciously rocking back and forth on my heel. I just need to hang on until I’m absolutely desperate. Then I can hold myself and beg and- I paused, staring at my screen. I had received a text from Ash, who was still paying me no attention. Clicking on to notification, I read the message carefully. U can quit if youd like. I know where the bathroom key is, I could unlock it for u. I shook my head, wriggling atop my heel. Sorry, no chance. ? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ash smile, shooting back a reply. Oh its on. ? The minutes ticked by, agonizingly slow. I didn’t leak again, but my bladder was completely full to its max. It stuck out from my body, rock solid and unforgiving. I occasionally paused my game to reach down and hold myself, breathing heavily. Ash would stretch, glancing over at my desperate figure shaking on the couch. Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee... I couldn’t sit still anymore, my whole body shuddering and squirming. Gotta pee, gotta pee... I yelped, urine shooting out my tortured gash. It squirted through my clothing, darkening the cloth and the couch below me. This time, Ash noticed. “Amy! I expected more from you!” I blushed, hanging my head. Even though it was planned, I still felt mortified somehow. He came over to me, standing with his arms crossed. “Unfold your legs.” “W-What!?” “I said, unfold your legs. I want to see the damage you’ve done.” I whimpered, slowly untwisting my legs. Another trickle escaped as I did so, adding to the quarter-sized wet patch on my jeans. Ash watched as I spread apart my legs, trembling, to reveal the dark spot on the furniture’s surface. He sighed, shaking his head. “Amy, you’re a big girl, you should be able to contain yourself.” “But Ash, I really have to go!” I wriggled some more, grabbing myself openly as my heart thumped wildly. “Really, really, really badly!” “I don’t care if you have to pee! You are old enough to where you can hold it.” “I-I... ooh! Oh, Ash, it hurts I have to go so bad...” “What did I just say!? I don’t care!!!” He was red in the face, angry that I don’t seem to be listening. “Now listen here: you will hold your pee and you will stay on this couch until your parents get home.” “Ash! Please! I’m so full-” “Hold it!” I moaned as more hot liquid bubbled from between my legs, wet patch growing. I was really desperate now, bouncing and holding, begging for him to let me pee. “Please, please, please! I can’t do it, it’s coming out!” He refused, telling me that if I squirted again, I’d be sorry. I literally could not stop moving. I was holding and rocking, moaning and begging some more. He watched me struggle, face rigid and stone-like. He showed no sign of remorse, no sign of backing down. I cried, bladder throbbing for all it was worth. “Ash, I’m gonna explode! It’s so intense, I can’t think straight. I gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta peeeeeee.....” Ash didn’t respond, just stared at me. He was still red, though I didn’t think it was from anger anymore. He was breathing heavy, a large bulge very visible in his jeans. Who knew this was so entertaining to watch? My bladder screamed, sending wave after wave of heat towards my pee hole. “OOOHHH!!!!” I yelled, squeezing my crotch tightly, “I’m gonna pee, I can’t... hold it... any... longer!” And before Ash could say anything, I burst. Urine gushed out of me, squirting through my fingers, soaking the couch. I moaned with pleasure as my crotch flared with heat, arms falling limp by my sides. Leaning forward, the stream shot out even faster, it’s loud hisssssssss echoing around the room. Ash moaned, gingerly guiding my still-peeing body off the sofa. The liquid spilled onto the hardwood, forming a glistening gold pool. I sat in a split, feet tucked backwards, urine still thundering from my crotch. Finally, I shuddered as the torrent slowed, sinking to the floor. After a moment of silence except for our heavy breathing, Ash spoke up. “So, I gather you liked your surprise?” I grinned, turning to look at him. “You gathered correctly! To be honest, I thought you were done with the whole omorashi thing.” “Are you kidding?” He asked, looking shocked. “What made you think that?” “Well, you hadn’t said anything and... I guess I just thought that was a sign you were over it.” Ash shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Amy, the only reason I haven’t said anything is because I thought you were done. I didn’t want to be disrespectful, telling you to hold your pee if you didn’t enjoy it...” “Oh, I enjoyed it,” I replied, blushing as I remembered just how turned on all this had made me. “Good,” he grinned, planting a kiss on my cheek. "I did too." We cleaned up the living room, mopping up the huge pee puddle and throwing the rug in the wash. Ash assured me the couch would be fine, that he had put an old one up here just for the occasion. I smiled, thinking of just how hard he had worked to set this up. I guess that just goes to show you though: we do a lot for the people we love. Even hold our pee ‘til we burst.
  27. 2 points
    It is a true privilege to be able to capture a woman’s first intentionally wetting on camera. In these photos, we are bringing you the first content from our newest model, Olivia, where she is peeing her panties on purpose for the first time ever. This gallery features our newest model, Olivia, who is 22 years old. In these pictures, she is wearing a black and red striped t-shirt and gray cotton panties. You would never believe that she isn’t a professional model, she does such a good job posing for our camera. After several pictures of her looking cute, she pees in her panties. Afterward, she shows off her wet underwear to the camera, proudly displaying them for all of us to look at.
  28. 2 points
    I was once on a trip with my school for geography class. We went to a place with a valley, woodland and brook and we spent the day measuring and taking information about the land and the course and depth of the brook. We were there all day, setting off at about 7am and arriving back at school around 8pm. It was summer so we had all been told to bring multiple bottles of water. There was a toilet on the coach but we weren't allowed to use it as school had to pay extra for waste disposal and didn't. Needless to say there were no toilets anywhere in the valley in the middle of nowhere that we went to. We spent the morning stomping through heather, plotting the course of the Brook and depth of the valley and being frequently reminded to keep drinking water and reapplying sun screen. By the time we stopped for lunch my bladder was throbbing and quite a few people were complaining of a desperate need to pee. I was feeling anxious as I had a lot of anxieties about public toilets and I knew if there weren't any clean, bright, modern and private, I wouldn't be able to relieve myself. It was worse than that. During our lunch break we were told to go a little way into the trees to relieve ourselves. I started to panic, my face went red and my heart pounded and my hands trembled. I knew I couldn't do that, it was my worst nightmare. So even as my bladder pressed painfully against my waistband I stayed sat where I was while everyone else went to squat in the woods. A teacher came to remind me that it could be the only opportunity to go until we got home in over 6 hours time and I insisted that I didn't need to pee. For several more hours we continued with the day and I tried to hide my ever growing and ever more agonising need. We continued to walk along the brook, its trickling over the rocks an agonising sound to this bursting full girl. I fantasised about making my own stream, letting the dam burst and how incredible the relief would be. I frequently had to wade into the brook to measure its depth with a stick and with the water running beneath me my bladder gave fresh torment and a few spurts dampened my knickers. Everyone knew I was the only one that hadn't been for hours and hours and I was teased relentlessly particularly as my pain became evident and I was walking stiffly, hunched over and frequently losing a few tears of desperation and panic. About 11 hours since my last relief I reached breaking point. In front of everyone, as the desperation became unbearable I cried out in pain and fear and doubled over, clutching myself as a stream started to trickle out involuntarily. At this, the same kindly teacher from before instructed everyone to get back to work and guided me over towards the treeline and some bushes. A wet spot started to grow on my shorts and I cried as I held on for dear life, using all my power to stop the trickle becoming a full steam. "Just do it. Don't think about it, just do it Ell. I'm turning away now," the teacher said with a reassuring squeeze of my shoulder. I yanked my shorts down and fell to my knees, holding on to a tree for support and crying out as everything finally came bursting out of me onto the ground. I panted with relief as I peed and peed and peed. Part way through, with my bladder still uncomfortably full I came to my senses and realised I was peeing outside, with the open air on my bare arse and crotch and someone stood only feet away listening and I clenched up, unable to let any more out. Too embarrassed to admit I hadn't been able to get it all out I hid my need for the final few hours of the day. Sorry for the super long story, I didn't feel I could do the experience justice with a brief summary.
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    Here it is! The premise is I "wake up" desperate and walk to the bathroom to pee. However, in my stupor I forget to pull down my underwear. Though I realize my mistake in the dream, I am already wetting the bed! This is my first time making a video like this, so any and all feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

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    I couldn't help how horny I was with those tight yoga pants hugging and rubbing my pussy in all the right ways. I began touching and tugging at my nipples, the urge of how bad I had to pee suddenly hit me. I started rubbing my clit through the outside of my pants anticipation of the warmth to flood my pussy stream down my thighs and create a puddle on my ass and hips. I couldn't believe how much pee I had in my tiny bladder it was hard to keep my hands of myself. Then I just gave up resisting sliding my fingers across my clit creating an orgasm of pee squirting out through my pants as I am squatting down for my own viewing pleasure to watch later. I couldn't just stay that way so I decided to completely soak myself in the hot steamy shower. I had no idea those yoga pants would make me lose that much control or loook that sexy when soaked. It was such pleasant surprise I decided to share it with you! https://www.clips4sale.com/store/131081
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    It was moments like this when Will was so glad to be in his own apartment using his own toilet. Had he ever felt the need to pee this acutely, this suddenly, that been away from home he would have been in serious trouble. He was almost 29 yet still unable to piss anywhere but his own house. Will hobbled past Sarah as the large glass of water and mug of coffee from the previous evening wanted to pour out of him furiously. He had to squeeze with all his might just to take the few steps to pan as he muttered ‘Oh God’ struggling to reach it in time. Will was the master at holding, yet this one wasn’t going to wait for anything or anyone. Sarah smiled as she watched Will struggle though the last thing she wanted was for him to be in pain. She watched as urine arched out of Will’s penis at such speed it was like an express train. Will didn’t seem embarrassed by her being there which Sarah found fascinating as a counsellor. She had seen first hand his extreme anxiety both in her work, and at McDonald’s, where he could not face even entering the gents toilet alone yet here in his own comfort zone he could pee long and hard and openly with Sarah watching. She longed to talk more with Will and unravel his mysteries. She found him fascinating as well as handsome but any help she could be to him would have to be as friends since after last night they could not be alone in her office at work. Her job was far too precious to her to risk losing it over sexual attraction. Will finished his much needed pee, dried himself and found himself clean clothes. He felt embarrassed that Sarah had no choice but to wear what she had on last night. Was she regretting what happened between them? Will had no idea how to read other’s thoughts so he decided he would just ask. ‘Sarah, are you ok about...you know...emmm’ ‘The fact we fucked?’ ‘Yeah’ ‘Did it look like I was objecting?’ ‘Not really’ ‘Then stop worrying. I’m still here....though I really do need to go home soon. Maybe I could have one of your perfect cups of tea first though?’ ‘On its way!’ Sarah sat on the couch and checked her phone though it has completely run out of charge so she put it back in her coat pocket. She felt awkward in yesterday’s clothes despite having had a shower. She was still a little tired, hungry and thirsty and her mind was replaying everything that had happened in the last two days. ‘God, I’ve just had sex with someone I only met two days ago! How stupid can I get?’ she thought to herself, though the second Will appeared with fresh toast and jam and a mug of tea with just a dash of whole milk in and the exact golden shade she liked best, she reasoned that she wasn’t being stupid at all and perhaps she had actually met someone very special after all. ‘This is delicious Will. Thanks.’ ‘You are welcome.’ Sarah found the awkward silence unsettling. She spent her life and career working out how people thought and behaved and helping them make peace with themselves yet when it came to her own life her impulsive nature seemed to get her into more and more awkward situations...like dragging a client into the ladies on his first ever visit to her clinic, like throwing her arms around Will in the disabled toilet in McDonald’s in jubilation of him peeing in the sink! It sounded bonkers written down but at the time seemed perfectly legitimate and right. Sarah broke the silence as only a therapist could. ‘You are utterly fascinating Will. Do you know that? I’ve been here now less than 12 hours and in that time you have peed twice freely in your own home both times with me in the room, yet yesterday you were so terrified you could not even enter the gents in a restaurant and the night before you could not bring yourself to use the male bathrooms at my work even though there was no-one else around. Part of me wishes I was able to counsel you as I so long to know what’s going on. I still want to help you, you know, that’s if you want me to?’ Will wasn’t used to be questioned, especially in his own home. Yes Sarah was stunning, incredible and sexy but he wasn’t ready to share his deep secrets with her just yet. She was right though. While he could pee happily and freely at home when he left home he found himself bound by an invisible force that preventing him even entering public toilets let alone using them. It was controlling his life and he knew it. ‘I need help’, Will said with his head hung as he munched on toast and sipped his coffee. Sarah reached out and held his hand. ‘Then let me help you please. Remember my email? When you get a chance today take a photograph of your toilet like I said. And record your fluid intake and when you pee too if you don’t mind. I’ll explain why next time we meet. I mean Thursday is obviously cancelled now but maybe once a week we could meet in a coffee shop or somewhere and I’ll guide you through step by step? How does that sound?’ ‘Yes please. But I don’t know any coffee shops. I go to work and come home. That’s what I do. I’m Will and that’s what I do. Saturday I have a list. I’m late at cleaning my mirrors, emptying my bins and changing my bed. Saturday is list day, Sunday I watch TV. It’s all routine. That how I live.’ ‘I know. I’ll leave in a minute to let you get your Saturday back but I still think a coffee shop is a good idea. I need public with my job and you need to stretch yourself. Don’t stress though. I’ll be there. I’ll look after you.’ Will needed time to process it all. While his brain was replaying Sarah’s words she surprised him with yet another question. ‘Will, do you really have a list for Saturdays? Can I see it?’ Will sprang to his feet and proudly showed Sarah his Saturday list. On it was a list of chores that even the Queen would be impressed by. ‘Will did you write this?’ ‘Technically yes. It’s my handwriting, my pen and my paper and I used my own hand to write but I googled a list of weekly housework for a two bedroom apartment and copied the list. I timed myself for three weeks then worked out an average time for each task, allowed myself exactly a minute to transition from one task to the next and ended up with this list. It works.’ ‘There is something to be said for being this organised Will. Don’t ever let anyone mock you for being you ok!’ Will loved everything about Sarah but now his list was in front of him he felt compelled to do what he did on Saturdays. He didn’t necessarily want Sarah to go but his need for routine and rigidity was quite overwhelming after the last 48 hours. He needed order and predictability in his life. Sarah sensed Will’s uneasiness and she was feeling ready to go too. She found her jacket and put it on and slipped her work shoes on. ‘Can I kiss you before I go Will?’ Will could never have enough of Sarah’s kisses so he ran over to hold and kiss Sarah before she left, looking over at the window cleaning spray, cloth and stopwatch that told him how long to clean for every Saturday morning. This time Will was the first to end the kiss as anxiety started pulling at him. Should he start at the top of the cleaning list even though it was past his start time or just start at what should be done at this time? It was confusing and this was why he liked his life in order. ‘I’ll text you Will. Email me or text me anytime. See you soon.’ And at that Will stood looking at his cleaning rota for Saturday using a pencil to write new times next to each one adding exactly 34 minutes to the starting time of every chore. Sarah looked back as she unlocked the door and smiled as she watched Will doing his ‘Saturday’.
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    Same but we do seem to be rapidly approaching that point
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    Reading this article. Best 45 minutes ever spent
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    Well shit man, I meant chill as in don't take every slur you hear as an insult to someone. The poster of this topic called himself a trap, meaning he isn't doing an insult to anyone or himself because the slur isn't used improperly.
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    Sounds like an unhealthy relationship and I wouldn't pursue it any longer. However this is coming from someone who doesn't desire to pursue a relationship at all so maybe it's a bit biased. As for the rest, this whole thing sounds like the girl is doing a lot and isn't getting much in return. A few people have stated here that they would be completely okay with her and what she's offering and nothing more. It's my understanding that a relationship requires 50/50 effort on both sides and even though it sounds like the man is getting a sweet deal of a lifetime, what are they offering her? Just adoration for her being a kinky little pee princess? I can only foresee problems with this "relationship" that I hope is hypothetical and just a fantasy.
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    Uh. Not sure if this is a strangely worded experience, a poll, or what... To be honest, that really doesn't sound like my cup of tea, so I don't think I can ask the question as intended given that description. But, looking at my previous relationships: there were definitely regular cases when I'd rather just read a story or watch a video than do sexual things with my girlfriend. Or when I'd rather see someone else desperate (and fortunately, my girlfriends so far have all been perfectly fine with that). Heck, there's a whole lot of other stuff I'd rather do with someone other than my girlfriend, too: I can hardly imagine a way to ruin a relationship faster than demanding attention all the time. In terms of an actual frequency estimate, I think wanting something different once a week is perfectly normal, though it really depends on how horny I am in the first place.
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    Will had never felt so alive, so on fire, so sexually excited. Every ounce of his body and brain wanted this and though he had never been down this particular path before it seemed so natural and right. He allowed himself to be lead by his body which yearned with all it’s being for Sarah. He didn’t need instructions as Sarah guided and supported him as she always did. Sarah sensed Will’s nervousness at seeing her naked, touching certain areas of her body and knowing what to do. Despite a lack of experience other than her own use of toys she let Will explore her in his time, in his way. They were both gaining so much delight from each other that nothing else mattered. Will was bringing her so much pleasure with his tongue, his hands and his mouth, exploring every last part of her body in ways she had never even imagined before, as she lay on Will’s bed, her legs spread, feet on the bed and knees raised. Just Will’s touch sent waves of desire throughout her body as she shook and beamed with delight. Will had never been so hard, ready and wanting. It was all he could do to prevent his penis exploding as he prolonged the enjoyment for them both. Finally Will could not hold back any longer as his fingers and tongue had prepared the way ahead. He climbed on top of Sarah kissing her passionately and lovingly as he gently slid inside her. Her eyes shone with desire, her back arched to welcome him, her hips pushed to make way for him, her vagina so wet and open and screaming for him. Sarah closed her eyes and allowed herself to give in entirely to the moment. Will was gentle yet strong as he took her to a place she never dreamed she could be. Will climaxed quicker than he expected but unlike any other climax he had ever experienced in his life. He had been taken to a new realm, a place of ecstasy. He didn’t just want Sarah, he needed her and he wasn’t going to let her go. As Sarah finally recovered and returned to reality she felt warm, thirsty and fulfilled. Will kissed her before heading out the room, returning quickly with two large glasses of iced water. ‘You look red and sweaty after that beautiful. I thought we could both do with a drink.’ Sarah was exhausted but dry and sticky so she drank half the glass quickly. ‘I should get home Will. It’s almost 2am!’ Will was gulping his water down quickly to recover from the recent activity. He put his glass down and reached for Sarah’s hand. ‘Would you like to stay here tonight Sarah?’ There was something about Will’s deep brown eyes, his sweaty blond hair and neat beard that turned Sarah to putty. She was so tired, even more so since climaxing so deeply, and so comfortable, naked in Will’s bed. The thought of getting dressed, going out in the cold and heading home alone didn’t appeal one bit. She drank some more water, as did Will, and she snuggled beside him falling asleep quicker than she expected. Will held Sarah as her breathing slowed, her body rested and her eyes closed. He listen to her gently noises in her sleep feeling the luckiest man ever to be born. He rested his arm across Sarah’s waist, his other hand caressing her hair as his body and mind rested into a deep and blissful sleep.
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    Thank you for sharing this video. @TVGuy I enjoyed it! :)
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    Okay, so! I was holding it for about 6 hours! I spent a lot of that time here reading stories about other men having accidents in their pants while I continuously drank cups of water. ?I had to piss so bad... by the fifth hour, I couldn't keep myself from squirming around and grabbing my crotch. ? I started dribbling in my underwear quite desperately, but I ignored it and kept reading. Eventually the dribbles turned into spurts and started to dampen the crotch of my jeans... I could tell I wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer and I decided to go stand in the bathtub. ? My legs started shaking as I struggled to keep from completely pissing my pants! But it was ultimately no use, dark streaks of urine began to cascade down my legs, spreading outward over my thighs and down to my ankles, pooling beneath me and soaking my socks... ?
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    Do you have other from this series? dlsl-188 and dlsl-212? I even tried to purchase but no luck. Could you please upload them here if you have?
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    This link might be of interest: http://the-editorialmagazine.com/a-conversation-with-cristine-brache/
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    Staring Ashley Lane & Dixie Comet Dixie works as a nanny for a placement service and has been assigned to a new family. When she arrives at the apartment and knocks on the door, Ashley answers. Dixie introduces herself as the new nanny but Ashley is confused and insists that she is the only person there and clearly does not need a nanny. Dixie won’t take no for an answer and pushes her way in saying, “since you are the only one here you must be the baby I’m here to nanny.”

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    I was able to rip the preview. If you like classic Japanese panicky desperation and explosive panty pissing, you might like this. submit_sample_1m.mp4
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    losing control while approaching a bathroom. i really like the slow loss of control where there's leaks and spurts before a steady stream forces its way out.
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    Hope I am not over posting! Every bit of this is a true event. During my first year at university I paid to live in the halls of residence. It was a cheaply built prefabricated two story building with small individual rooms which contained a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, a shelf, bedside cabinet and a sink. Each floor had a corridor with twelve bedrooms which were all for the same sex students and at the end of each corridor was a set of toilets (four cubicles) and a set of four showers. Downstairs there was a communal area for sitting with a TV and along at the other side of the building was a large dining room. I was on the first floor and two thirds of the way along the corridor. I was 18 and very shy. I wasn’t terribly social and didn’t drink at that time for medical reasons. The most important thing was I hated anyone knowing I was going to the toilet. I found it so embarrassing and felt everyone would be looking at me. I was also terrified of anyone hearing me pee so struggled to go if anyone else was in another cubicle. I studied hard and having a sink meant I could make myself endless cups of tea with my kettle. I also drank water to help me concentrate. I would regularly find myself studying or writing up an assignment on my laptop sitting at my desk and need to visit the bathroom. The problem was if anyone was chatting in the corridor or people were mingling about, as was common, I was far too embarrassed to leave my room and have others see that I was going to the toilet. So I would just hold on until I could not hear anyone and then slip out as quick as I could. Usually by the time I managed this I was very desperate to go. I particularly remember one night when it must have been close to the end of term. We had some exams coming up but most of our assignments had already been handed in and the other students were starting to ‘wind down’. This meant they were in and out of each other’s bedrooms, chatting in corridors and generally being very social. This meant I really struggled to go to the toilet. I recall sitting at my desk after dinner and drinking water and tea and nibbling on some crisps while I tried to study for my exams. It wasn’t long at all before I began needing the toilet but there was a lot of chatting outside so I ignored my desire and crossed my legs. I kept studying not thinking much about it as holding on was normal for me anyway but it wasn’t long before I was reminded of my need to go, coupled with the fact I had been drinking more because the crisps were salty. I bounced my knee up and down and whispered to myself that I needed a wee. I talk to myself about my need a lot when bursting. Time went on and still I could hear chatting. I was finding it rather distracting so put some earphones in and tried to study. My bladder continued to remind me of my desire for release and by now I was intermittently crossing my legs tight and bouncing my knee or alternatively scissoring my legs in and out trying to hold my bursting bladder in. In the privacy of my own room I eventually found myself holding myself with one hand while I typed notes with the other and sitting right on the edge of my seat. I removed the headphones in the hope the place was quiet as I so had to pee and had been holding at least an hour whilst still drinking. My bladder was aching now too. I could not hear anyone so headed towards the door whispering to myself how bursting I was and pleading everyone to be away so I could run to the loos. It seemed quiet as I pee danced at my door so I slowly pulled the handle down and peeked out. As I glanced down the corridor with my hand between my legs but hidden by my door I was horrified to see two students had wedged their doors open and they were studying and chatting to each other freely. I would have to pass them both to get to the bathroom and that would mean they would know I had to pee. I was so embarrassed I closed my door and silently swore. Why could I not just walk to the toilets? I knew everyone peed but somehow the thought they would know where I was going coupled by the gross idea they might hear me pee terrified me and crippled me into staying in my room absolutely dying for a pee. I stood there and pee danced for a few minutes until my need died down to a manageable level. I often find my need comes in waves. I wasn’t really able to study now so I shut down my laptop and went over to look out my window. It faces the main entrance of the university and I stood there with my legs crossed and my hands drumming against my thighs as I tried to work out what to do. Other than the mug and my kettle I had nothing else I could see in my room that I could pee into as I could not work out how to aim into the sink as I wasn’t tall enough. I stood there wishing I was a man and able to aim into that sink. Oh did I need to urinate so bad. I tried sitting on the seat and rocking with one hand pushing against my vagina as it throbbed so bad for release whist my other hand pressed firmly on my table as my whole body tensed to try and keep my bladder from bursting. That worked for a very short time but I really HAD to go. Tears were forming in my eyes and my forehead was sweating. I was wearing leggings and a top so there was no buttons I could release to help my bladder expand and even my leggings felt tight at my waist now. I moved onto the bed where I writhed in utter longing to pee. I rolled about with a hand between my legs and stroked myself. Whilst I found the whole feeling a huge turn on I was concerned I would wet everywhere any minute. I tried kneeling with my foot under me and bouncing but that only helped for a minute too. I pulled my pillow over and sat on that pulling it between my legs as tight as I could as I rocked back and forth rhythmically. That helped a bit more but only because it was really turning me on a lot and I could feel my knickers getting damp. I panicked a little at this so slipped my hand inside my leggings and knickers to check if I had leaked but what I discovered was actually tons and tons of long stringy clear mucus that was causing my vagina to open, swell and gyrate. I pulled my hand out with my fingers soaked with my own juices as I continued to gyrate against the pillow with a orgasmic combination of being so horny mixed with an absolutely urgent desperate need to piss a never ending waterfall. I was whispering, almost panting, ‘gotta pee so bad, gotta orgasm so bad’ over and over as my whole body sweat and shook. I HAD to climax now so I quickly returned my hand inside my underwear and inserted two fingers easily inside myself as I pushed against my hand and fingers up and down as my head tipped back and rested against the wall behind me. It took very little time before I shook as I climaxed beautifully in the privacy of my bedroom as I held urgently onto my full bladder. It took a minute or two to recover and now my mouth felt so dry, I was sweating and my hand was literally covered with running mucus from my pussy. I got up, finished my glass of water from earlier and ran the tap to wash my hands. It was only then I realised I still needed the loo very very badly. Very badly indeed actually. I dried my hands, took a deep breath and walked down the corridor as quick as I could right past the two open doors and finally made it to the bathroom just in time for a huge torrent of pee to rush out of me. I only just managed to get my leggings down though so my knickers were totally drenched. Totally drenched indeed. I took them off including my leggings and wrung them over the toilet as I was still sitting on it, now naked from the waist down, then put some toilet paper on the crotch of my leggings to stop the wet pants showing through before putting my soaked knickers and toilet paper stuffed leggings back on. After washing and drying my hands I casually walked back to my room where I changed into fresh knickers and my pyjamas ready for bed. That was a very very close call that had a very unexpected twist.
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    Is this Male or female? Not indicated?
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    I guess I am making this post to start a discussion of some sort, so feel free to share your opinion or experiences! There is literally only one recurring question that I have been receiving by almost every person that messages me, so I'm here to explain it to everyone. The convo will go a little something like this: Person: So has anyone ever caught you wetting your pants or bed before? Me: Nope, never. Person: How is that possible? I mean surely your parents or someone has to have seen it at least once. ...and then the convo will go on and on because I guess people find it weird/unusual that I've been doing this for so long and I've never been caught. To tell the truth, I have had many CLOSE calls where my parents could have seen me, but it never happened. Growing up, my parents always gave me a lot of privacy and still do. I am not an only child but I was technically raised like one because my older sibling is like 8 years older than me and they already moved out the house by the time I reached the 5th grade. I'm not going to go super into detail about how I indulged in omo when I was a child b/c I didn't even know it was a common thing, let alone a whole sexual fetish at the time, so it's kinda weird for me to describe it now since I was underaged. I've always been very sneaky and secretive so I feel like even if my parents didn't give me space, I could probably still get away with it. Back then, I would wet in a skirt or something and hand wash my underwear and let it dry before putting it in the hamper [because my mom did my laundry]. I didn't start wetting my bed on purpose until I reached middle school and I usually would hold off until I was off from school on a break or holiday and wait for them to leave for work in the morning. By then, I was old enough to be left home alone so once I heard the last car pull off, I would just relax and let go and I'd have more than enough time to put my sheets in the wash and dry them. I don't and never liked staying or lounging around in my wet clothes because it gets uncomfortable for me, so I have at the most 5 minutes after I wet myself before I want to change. This works in my favor because it means I clean up my mess really quickly and that's why I am not concerned to wet when my whole family is home. I always put my clothes in the wash immediately after I wet and nobody ever asked what I am washing or why I'm washing so much, even when I would go all out and wet myself days in a row. I'm 19 now, and I left for college over a year ago so I am not home for majority of the year [I get 3 months off for the summer and a little over a month for winter... I head back next week]. It's easy to wet in my dorm because my roommate and I have separate rooms and bathrooms, so I have the upmost privacy, but I don't wet as often when I'm there because the laundry room is communal and I am lazy, lol. It's easier when your washer and dryer are downstairs and you won't get your stuff stolen if you forget they're in there. But yeah... everything works out for me because I still have the same habits from my childhood so I'm sure my parents won't ever find out, plus I am working towards getting my own apartment after my semester is over, so that will make everything 1000x easier. I hope all of this answers that question, but if you have any others feel free to leave a comment or message! So my question is for you guys... does anyone have/had a similar situation as mine? If not, how do you/did you get away with it?
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    I was really embarrassed/ashamed of this when I first realized i was into omorashi. I denied it a lot and I'm not sure where/when the change happened but at some point recently I started to be more accepting of it. It's an aspect of my sexuality. I have, however, felt a lot of internalized hatred when it comes to relationships. I feel like this is something that I can't share up front like a lot of people can with their other kins when couples have the "kink talk". You're not alone in this and hopefully being a member of this site and making friends with similar interests will help you embrace it for everything that it is ?
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    Going to a place which I know for sure that I can't pee, with an already full bladder tortures too psychologically. For an example, once I had to go for a dance in the evening, where I knew that I won't get any chance to pee, after dressing up dancing costumes (and also can't find toilets when I'm out). But that day i held pee from the morning and went to the dance with a very very full bulging bladder. I was so scared that I'll wet myself. But somehow Icould hold it till the end.
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