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  1. Locking this thread due to rampant incredibly cringe misogyny. Had to delete a bunch of queued posts and dish out some warnings. Seriously guys? Seriously? Seeeeriously?
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    A bunch of recent ThisVid videos that I enjoyed. There are also a few messing videos in here as well, all marked as such.
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  3. With her hand still down the front of her suit skirt gripping her crotch June lets go of the chair she’s been gripping and paces the room again moaning quietly. ‘Oh come on! Come on! Get a move on and unlock this room! I need to pee now!’ James, his own hand stroking and squeezing his very obvious erect dick in his boxers is entranced. Watching June is mesmerising, unbelievably sexy, and sending his body and mind into overdrive. Not only can he understand and relate to the intense urgency June feels but he can’t help wondering if she might just be every bit as sexually heightened by their joint desperation as he is. Or maybe he imagined the spark of passion in her eye, the teasing way her bottom wiggles as she walks and the flushing of her cheeks when her eyes gaze at his crotch? ‘Oh fuck she’s just so perfect!’ ‘Sorry did you say something?’ James’s face flushes as the sudden realisation that his mouth actually said what he had hoped was just a thought in his mind sinks in. ‘Oh. Emmm.’ He tries to look away from June but not very successfully as once again their eyes meet before June once again stares openly at first James’s swollen bladder then his very obvious erection under his boxers. June smiles as her eyes twinkle. ‘Does having a full bladder usually do that to you or is it...’ But before she can finish her sentence she doubles forwards, her hand still down the front of her skirt as she marches on the spot... ‘No! No! Keep holding June. You can do this! Oh God no! Shit shit. SHIT!’ Suddenly she pulls her hand away from her crotch and in an instant she pulls up the sides of her skirt revealing the top of her black stockings held up with black suspenders attached to her black cotton lace frilled knickers. Pressing her fingers tight against her knickers with both hands and tensing her whole body June sits back down on the chair, her legs spread either side of it as she whispers through gritted teeth. ‘This is so unprofessional. I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so embarrassing! My knickers are wet where I just leaked. Can you see it? It is noticeable? Oh tell me you can’t tell please James! Oh this can’t be happening. I’m not going to make it to the toilet. I can’t...I just can’t hold this...’ James shakes his head in disbelief. Is this really happening? Has a well dressed professional woman seriously sat right in front of him revealing the sexiest lingerie and hosiery and actually asking him if she’s leaked urine in her knickers because she’s so utterly desperate to pee? Is he dreaming? If he is then his penis clearly is too because it very nearly shot a load a second ago! He’s struggling to breath and form words as his mouth goes dry and his eyes bulge in amazement. Dare he say what he wants to? Dare he seriously ask what his hands and body and dick are urgently craving? His erect and thick penis vibrating in his boxers gagging now for more than just releasing the contents of his bladder James can’t help but step ever closer to June as she sits in front of him her legs spread and her knickers covered crotch facing right at him. ‘It’s...it’s hard to tell really. I would need to look closer..that’s if you don’t mind?’ ‘Just hurry! Oh God how I wish I could plug my urethra shut! Oh God this is so hard to hold back. It’s about to come out! I can’t stop it! I’m gonna have an accident! I can’t stop this happening any longer...’ James’s head spins. That’s exactly how he feels too. The pull, the pressure, the intensity is just too much to bare....
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  4. His plate now empty and despite his very full bladder, James takes his empty plate and wanders behind the flip chair again towards the jug of water. The room is so stuffy and warm and the food has left his throat dry. Picking up a disposable cup he pours some water into it and takes a sip. ‘Oh God I wish you would do that!’ June mutters quietly to herself. In the otherwise silent room James can’t help but hear. ‘What?’ ‘The water!’ ‘Sorry. I didn’t realise it was crime to get a drink in here!’ June’s face reddens. ‘Sorry didn’t mean to be so snappy. I just....I just need some fresh air.’ James drinks the water in the cup, turning to look out the window as a strong urge hits from his bladder causing him to squirm and reach for his dick to squeeze it. June isn’t the only one wanting out of here! Anxious to keep her distracted from his squirming and fidgeting he goes to sit down as he pulls his chair into the table. ‘Maybe if we get on with the task it’ll help pass the time a bit quicker? Surely someone. will be here to unlock the door very soon?’ June, sweating and increasingly uncomfortable, pulls her chair closer to the table, sighs and reaches again for the iPad. ‘So reading this I think they are wanting us to use phycology to help sell better. You know, like reading between the lines of what customers don’t say to sell them things they don’t know they need sort of stuff. What do you think?’ June nods as she wriggles again on her seat. Out of nowhere another strong urge hits James making him bend forward and grab himself under the table. It’s no use, he can’t continue with the task at all as all he can think about is how bad he has to piss. Standing up he hurries to the door and jiggles about as he tries to open it. Embarrassed and flustered he can’t hide it any more. ‘Actually June. This is so embarrassing and unprofessional but I can’t do this any longer. The thing is I’m really desperate to piss! You don’t mind if I, you know, undo my trousers a bit? They are pressing on my bladder so much. See how swollen it is?’ James untucks his smart shirt showing off his bladder bulge. ‘Oh fuck I need a wee...’ Not waiting for a answer, but aware June is looking right at him, he undoes his belt, plus the top button of his suit trouser fly and his zipper, as he slides a hand over his boxers, fondling himself desperately. ‘You won’t tell anyone June will you? I’ve been bursting for absolutely AGES and I really think I might have an accident if we can’t get out of here soon!’ I know I shouldn’t do this in front of you but...oh Fuck I need to piss so badly!’ Fondling and squeezing himself with his trousers open and June looking right at his crotch he looks down to see she has turned her chair to face him more as he notices she’s now sitting tightly crossed legged and hugging her knees. ‘That’s why I need out so much too! I’ve been holding on forever! I thought those speakers would never end and then they started listing all those names and I was just longing to slip out and find the ladies and then when finally my name was called I thought at last I could get to go. Then we were brought in here and...well...oh I have to pee so much you wouldn’t believe! I can’t even think about that damn task until I can get to a toilet. This is terrible. What are we gonna do?’ ‘I think we’ll both just need to hold as best we can and pray they realise and unlock this door very soon! What other options do we have?’ Gripping himself and squirming obviously James knocks the door loudly. They can clearly hear other groups of people talking but no-one seems to hear their knocks. Bending over and giggling around he moans in frustration. ‘Come on! Someone let us out! This is an emergency! Can anyone hear us? We’re locked in!’ June uncrosses her legs and paces the room pressing her thighs tight together and pressing her hands into her pencil skirt. The tapping of her high heeled court shoes echo on the thin carpet. ‘Oh James! This is so unfair! I wish I could undo my skirt too. It’s digging into me so much it hurts. I don’t think I can hold this in much longer here. I can’t ever remember being this desperate to go ever. What are we gonna do?’ Standing with his back to the door bouncing around in urgent quick moves whilst squeezing and pressing against his dick over his boxers James feels so much for his work colleague. He tries to image how difficult it must be as a woman in a pencil skirt unable to even press your crotch to help hold. It does seem so unfair that she can’t even do what he’s doing at least... ‘Sorry if this sounds stupid. I’ve never wore a skirt but does it have a fastener or anything you could at least undo. I mean I’m not going to tell anyone if you don’t tell them what I’m doing? I mean maybe that might help a bit?’ Gripping the back of the chair she had previously been sitting on and tensing her whole body tightly June takes a second to concentrate before answering. ‘Yes there’s a zip at the back but...’ ‘I can help you unzip it if you think it would help?’ ‘Oh God yes please! Oh fuck I can’t believe I am still holding this James. I really can’t keep this back much longer. I honestly think I’m going to wet myself. But I can’t! I don’t have anything else to wear and we still have the full afternoon in this damn conference.’ Gripping his own member tightly and squirming for all he is worth James takes a few steps forward and lifts June’s silky cream blouse out of her skirt from the back as he finds and undoes the zip which comes a quarter of the way down the back of the skirt. Being this close, smelling her perfume, feeling her shiny deep black hair against the contrasting cream of the blouse, and hearing her moans in desperation all turn him on so badly he can feel his dick growing longer and harder in the tight grip of his hand. The thought that either of them might burst any second sending shivers through his body and makes his entire body surge with desire. He could so easily Fuck June right now. But he daren’t. As June turns her body around to face him and her eyes meet his a spark lights up between them that needs no words. ‘That any better?’ ‘A bit. Thank you. Sorry please don’t look’, June begs as she slides a hand inside the front of her skirt and grabs her crotch over her knickers. ‘I know this is so unprofessional but it’s just absolutely necessary. I just really need the ladies so much you know. Oh fuck I’m absolutely dying for a wee James! I really am.’ ‘Oh I know. I am too. You are not alone. You are definitely not alone!’
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  5. A number of years ago now my dad played chess in local and National tournaments. He taught me to play and in high school I would go after school to chess club. During my exam years I didn’t go as much butt continued to play at home regularly. One evening my dad was going as usual to the club he ran. He had been telling me all week that it was a tournament night against another chess club. Although I hadn’t been to the club for a few years I was still a member so when someone cancelled last minute due to being ill my dad asked if I would take their place. So that evening I came home from university, had a quick dinner and drink and packed some water and went with my dad. The tournament was being held in a local Catholic high school which I had never been in before. Being a tournament the games all needed written down and every game was timed. It was done in rounds where everyone started and then slowly some were eliminated. The hall was warm and I had finished my bottle of water by the time the first round was done but then it was right into round 2. Once a game started that was you stuck. Around half way through this second game I was aware I was needing to pee but concentrating on the game helped me not think about it too much. I was amazed I won again and then after just a quick pause I was set up with yet another opponent. I hadn’t had a minute to find the toilets first. During this third round my need kept building. I could feel myself wriggling more and changing position in my seat and I must have been sweating as a team mate walked past and sat water out for both myself and the other player. I drank that quickly as it helped me concentrate on my game. It don’t help my bladder though and as that game progressed I was getting increasingly uncomfortable and discreetly squirming. Of course people were watching us play so I couldn’t hold myself or anything but I was moving in the chair and tapping my feet so much. Incredibly and amazingly I won again and I was through to the semi finals! But the evening was moving on I had to move right away onto another game. By now I was tired and bursting for the toilet! Even though more people were watching me play I couldn’t hide my need as much now and at one point I was standing playing as I leaned forwards. I alternated between sitting down and standing as I write down every move both myself and my opponent made whilst desperately trying to hold my pee. We weren’t supposed to chat at all so I didn’t feel I could say anything but I was sure everyone watching must have realised that I really needed the toilet by this point. As the game progressed I remember sitting on the edge of the seat bent forwards and rubbing my belly longing to hold myself so badly. I could feel my urethra hammering against my underpants ready to burst any second but I had no choice but to keep holding on. Of course my concentration was wavering now and it was affecting my play so I could tell that I was going to lose. People watching were making vocal sounds like ‘owwww’ and ‘grrr’ whenever I did a silly move but i honestly couldn’t focus on the chess as much because I was so distracted by the fact I was absolutely bursting for the loo! By this point I was obviously squirming and moving from foot to foot standing and sitting and even at one point kneeling on my foot because I couldn’t sit still. Of course I lost and after a few ‘oh no’s’ from those watching I recorded the final checkmate moves on the pad, shook hands with the other player and then pushed the chair in and reset all the pieces. I had no idea where the toilets were in the school so I looked around to find my dad but he was still playing so I went out to the corridor to see if I could find a toilet. After looking up and down and jiggling about desperately I saw someone from the chess team. I was embarrassed but I went up to Barry, who was a middle age professional man and asked if he had any idea where the toilets were. He struggled and said he didn’t but looked at his watch and said we had to be out the hall in less than half an hour so we’d have to leave soon. I was too embarrassed to go back into the hall where others had been watching me squirm and dance about while playing so I stood in the corridor with Barry and a few others trying to hold on as best I could. After over 15 minutes of dancing about, pacing around and looking everywhere for a toilet I finally saw an older man who looked like a janitor with a huge bunch of keys. He looked into the hall and then walked right past me. I ran after him and once through a set of double doors I stood there dancing and squirming asking if he could show me where the ladies toilets were. I think he could see it was an emergency as he walked down the door odour more until he unlocked a door for me and I thanked him as I ran in and peed loudly and long. It was only when I sat on the toilet I noticed that my underwear was really damp where I had been leaking slowly as I tried holding so long. I can still remember the relief like it was yesterday! I would never have made it to the end of the other games had I got to the final!
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  6. I haven't used the toilet once today. I peed in the shower, the sink, a bottle, and loads of times outdoors. Oh, also, I spent basically the whole day without wearing pants or underwear. Yeah today was fun.
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  7. Oops... I think I wet my jeans. 👉👈
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    Per request here: ThisVid finds - Omorashi & peeing videos - OmoOrg
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    Rita was punished for her bad behavior and tieded to a wooden staircase in a deep basement. She screams and calls for help, but no one comes to her. Rita suffers and really wants to pee. After being held for a very long time, she can no longer tolerate and wet herself profusely in her jeans. She tries to take off her wet jeans but fails. Poor Rita ..
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  10. You use gun oil to keep your gun properly lubricated and free of rust. Failure to do so can increase the wear and tare on the gun, and cause rounds to not properly fire.
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  11. Imagine unironically calling me a simp after spending the better portion of a month commenting on a thread dedicated to the very girl you swear you do not care about.
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  12. What happened? (Part 2) “What why?!” “We just can’t. We’re not allowed. No one’s allowed in” “That’s not… that’s not fair! I’m not on a Covid ward!” “No one is allowed anywhere, Lula. Sorry. Look, we’re outside now. We’re here. But they won’t let us in” Lula dropped her phone to her lap and rested her head back on her pillow. Her eyes welled with tears. She had to raise her head again though as her throat ached as it stretched. She lightly coughed into her elbow before focusing back on her screen and her Mum’s face. “So… what happens then?” she asked worryingly. “You wait I’m afraid. Get better. Let your throat heal. Don’t leave the ward” her Mum began to well up herself. Tears were leaving streaks down Lula’s cheeks. “I don’t know how long that’ll be” she cried. “Stay safe, honey” her Mum said before both her and Lula’s Dad blew kisses to the phone. Lula tried to smile but failed. The call ended. Her throat was dry again from where she had been speaking. She had suffered some lasting damage from smoke inhalation. Luckily she was Covid free, but the nurses were worried her condition would make her vulnerable to pick up further problems. Whilst keeping an eye on her they were trying to reduce actual contact. All the staff were masked up and wearing flimsy plastic aprons. They had kept Lula in the same ward she woke up in a day before. That phone call was the first time she was awake enough to even try and have a full conversation with someone other than her main nurse, Claire. She had gotten to know Claire quite well. Against her will anyway, she thought. Claire was lucky, or unlucky, enough to be the one clearing up after Lula’s accidents; which she had had a few of since being brought in. She was so physically exhausted that her body was resting through some usually controllable bodily functions. Lula hated it. She felt disgustingly not in control of her own body but knew she had to let her throat heal. Lula was already sat in a damp puddle she had made earlier. Her parents were allowed to drop off a single bag of homely comforts. Claire was now able to help change Lula into a few pairs of her own pyjamas. She hated how Claire was responsible for cleaning the pee out of her own clothes. She knew it was… her job… but she felt guilty and embarrassed. She hadn’t yet taken advantage of it though. She wanted to like being able to, quite literally, wet the bed whenever she wanted. But she felt bad. She felt awful. She didn’t want to make anyone’s job harder. But damn. She knew if she was here much longer that she could. Shuffling her backside from side to side, Lula felt the damp sheet tug and pull. There was a quiet rustling as the sheet moved. She sighed. She tingled slightly down there. No. No. Nonononono. N.O. She couldn’t let herself get excitable. She could hardly move out of her bed without getting tired, let alone try and touch herself. And there were people in the beds around her. Just no. But dang, she wanted to. She had only conversed with the person on her left and right. To her left was an elderly woman maybe in her 70’s. She was hooked up to a pressure thingy? A bleepy machine? She struggled to breath sometimes but Lula couldn’t figure out why. She was a nice lady who meant well but couldn’t carry a conversation for too long before having to use her ventilator to breath. Lula had a ventilator too hung up on her right hand side. She tried not to use it much but it was nice to soothe her throat every now and then. A quick swig of cooling air to fill her throat. A fresh tickle of, what she could only compare to, ice cold water after brushing your teeth. The person on her right was probably in her twenties. A larger girl who was a mouth breather. That annoyed her. She would get up and loaf around in her slippers. She wouldn’t even pick her feet up off the floor. Lula couldn’t really figure out why she was here. She seemed fine on the surface other than maybe being unhealthily… large. Lula plugged her phone back on charge and left it on the white metal table to her side. She pulled up her cover and hid beneath it to hide the fact she was crying. She stared at her long, pink pyjamas covering her legs. They were noticeably darker around her crotch but it had been a while so she assumed they were starting to dry out naturally. She huffed at turned to her right before dryly coughing. Crying was bad. Crying hurt. “Are you. Okay? My dear” she heard a faint voice outside the duvet. Like a meerkat Lula peered her head back into the open. It was Dottie on the bed to her left. She was leaning over and had pulled the ventilator away from her mouth. Lula wiped her eyes and sat up. “Yeah” Lula lied. “Just miss my parents” “Oh dear. Is that who you were speaking to?” “Yeah” she admitted, drying her eyes again, grunting to ease her throat. “It’ll be okay, you know” Dottie said gently. “What will?” Lula asked. Dottie put her ventilator back on and took a few deep breaths. She pulled it back off and took a few more. Her lips were now wet. “You. You’ll be okay. I’ve seen a lot of people come through here. I heard them saying what happened to you. Terrible. I can’t begin to…” she took another couple of breaths from her ventilator. “I can’t begin to imagine how… or why… you were in that situation but apparently you helped another girl get out too. You’re kind. You have a big heart. Someone or something is looking out for you” Does she mean Charlotte? Is Charlotte here? Or Rosie? Oh, Rosie. I hope she’s okay. She must have got out before me. I told her to. She must be. “What are people saying? When I’m asleep? Was it… bad?” Lula asked She had purposefully avoided any news about the fire. She felt guilty enough as it was but also too tired and had slept through most of her time in the hospital so far. “I’ve only overheard, my dear, but I don’t mean to pry” Dottie admitted. “No… no… what do you know? Have they said any names? Rosie? Sakura? Charlotte? T… Tom? I’m not… I didn’t start the… what? Do they think I was involved?” Her head hurt. She had so many questions. She fumbled for the cup of water on her table. Her throat was drying out. She groaned again. “Take it easy” Dottie chuckled. “Kids will be kids” she admitted. “Like I said, you have a kind heart and I don’t think you’re capable, if I may say, of causing harm to others. They have said that you were only there momentarily? Apparently to help? Some other people your age have spoken out and said that you, Lula? Right? Were worried for a friend? Hmm. Like I said. Kind” Dottie laid on her back and replaced her ventilator. Not only before giving Lula a big, wrinkled smile, Lula smiled back, her eyes filling up again. At least her eyes didn’t burn anymore. She believed that’s all she was getting from Dottie today. She tired quickly. Her heart melted for Dottie. Her slow, considered words. The honesty in everything she said. Hoe long had she been there? How long had anyone not been able to see her? Lula felt sorry for her. She felt like Dottie was extended family even though she’d only known her for a few days. Dottie had tried to brush her wispy white hair a few times only to fail and give up, sighing. Lula imagined she usually had someone to do it for her. She desperately wanted to help her in the mean time. Not as much however, she was desperate herself to pee suddenly. This must be why she felt so dehydrated all the time. But she was awake. She was aware. This would be the first time so far she would decide to wet the bed. There was no way she would try and get down and find the closest toilet; which, actually, she had no idea where it even was. She was keen to get up and start walking about but was just too… fucking… tired… all the time. She took a long, dry, deep breath before turning and facing the ceiling. “Thank you” she whimpered, peering back over to Dottie. Lula could make out the old lady clenching her first in support and bobbing it up and down, as if wanting to grab Lula’s own hand tightly. Lula started trying not to cry again. Overwhelmed with emotion and pain, Lula gave in and decided to stop holding. The bed was already wet. She already needed to be changed. She hid back beneath her covers and watched as a pale yellow puddle grew beneath her, resoaking the sheets and darkening her pyjama bottoms once more. She could feel the material of her underwear cling to her dampened skin as the warm pee cascaded down her crotch. She had already guessed that he mattress was protected. It was a hospital, why wouldn’t it be? She had always assumed that hospital beds were made of that shiny plastic and any liquids just ran off but her pee wasn’t running anywhere. Her backside was drowned in a slowly absorbing pool of her pee. She wiggled slightly to let the pool move around her. Was anyone watching? Did anyone know? Does it make a difference? Had people seen or heard her do it while she slept? Was she actually getting away with this? To an extent it was exhilarating; wetting the bed in a room of people. Lula groaned. She couldn’t hold it back. She began to tingle some more. She burnt with excitement. She spluttered. Her throat was dry. The mood was killed. After a deflated ten minutes or so, Lula finally considered how weird it actually was. Peeing. Wetting. With no ability to react to the act it became redundant. It wasn’t an effortless task. Cleaning. The mess. Hiding evidence. Timing. Not being caught. Like sure she loved doing it as much as she hated to admit it but having just been able to wet herself and the bed she was laying in, in public, in front of other people, in broad daylight, the act became meaningless? The awkwardness wasn’t there. The ability to actually do it killed the mood. Am I just dirty? Christ… what else could I do in secret to turn me on? Something less messy? Less time consuming? Less planning? Lula’s mind raced with thoughts. She reflected back to when this had all started. The infamous day where she had forgotten her house keys and was stuck outside in the rain. That first decision to literally piss her pants. That feeling. The rush. The luck. The opportunity. The fact her crotch was as warm with pee now as it was back then. That sudden high of ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ mixed with ‘this is fucking great!’. A strange and unnatural taboo situation. For a second she was grossed out. The mood quickly passed. She remembered how her bond with Rosie had grown since they realised what they both did. The experiences they had shared. What they had seen each other do. How they had helped each other. Every cloud has a silver… huh, silver… gold? Cloud? Rain? Golden… rain? The fuck…? She shook the thought from her head. She enjoyed the feeling of her own pee and wettings but always pushed the thought of someone else doing it… to? …on? her?... out of her mind. That did gross her out. But why? Why did her limit seem to end there? Why not…? No. You dirty bitch. The thought of messing had crept back again. She briefly thought about it earlier that morning; knowing she was bed bound for possibly a long time. She, luckily, hadn’t needed to do it yet but what would happen when she did? Press the button and get the closest nurse to help her to a toilet? The thought of the situation filled her with a boiling hot embarrassment. She knew whoever saw to her would clean her up. They had to. It’s their job. But… she’d never done it before. Pee was one thing but… poop? That’s very different. Her curiosity was sparked though. Like her first few experiences trialling wetting. She knew it was wrong and disgusting but she did it anyway? This could be her opportunity to literally do whatever she wanted and get away with it. Her parents would never know. Once the curtains were closed no one else in the room would know. The nurses would know… that would be the killer. But they’ve seen worse… right? Lula needed a distraction. Being more awake and alert she had been since she arrived, she picked up her phone and stared at the lock screen/ Nothing. Why hadn’t Rosie texted? Nothing from Sakura? Nothing from anybody. Did she dare look on Facebook? But why hasn’t Rosie called? Why hasn’t she said anything? I should… message her? Does she know I’m here? Is she here somewhere? God I need to know. Lula: “Hey where are you?” Nothing. Lula: “What happened?” Nothing. Lula: “I’m in the hospital” Nothing. Lula: “I’m okay though!” she panickily typed. Nothing. Lula: “Please get back to me” Nothing. Lula felt angry. Why wasn’t Rosie replying? Why hadn’t she said anything? Lula reluctantly opened Facebook. ‘Local youths burn down beauty spot’ ‘Kids commit arson’ ‘Teenagers missing after woodland fire’ MISSING?! Lula clicked on the article and frantically skimmed the text. No names. Fuck. She had no idea who to message. She didn’t want to speak to her parents again as she’d end up crying. Who was there? She’d heard nothing from Sakura either. Were her and Rosie together? They can’t have been. That’s not what she remembered. Her phone shook in her hands. She had started to sweat. Her heart raced. Her throat pulsated with pain. Lula: “Help” Nothing. Lula: “What happened? Tom: “ (o o o) “
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  13. I had a brief sighting today where I saw a woman desperate in Shake Shack. She had these really great legs and she kept crossing them and complaining about how she had to pee and she had no idea how much I was finding that entertaining! So now I am of course totally focused on bathroom matters tonight again! I really wanted to see what it would look like to see her sitting on the toilet in all honesty, but it was more fun seeing her not using the toilet at all and continuing to hold it!
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  14. This topic keeps getting reported but I can't bring myself to close it The utter x-files esque disbelief in all the replies makes my day so much better
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    before taking a shower, I needed to get my nightly sneezes out but also had to pee terribly bad. and we all know what happens when you mix those two urges!
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    Erika put on tight white jeans, under which there are no panties. The jeans are very tight on the girl and the outlines of her pussy are clearly visible. Erika combs her hair and does makeup. She reflex squeezes her legs and urinates into jeans. Having finished her makeup, Erika turns in different directions and admires herself in front of the camera.
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  17. The lighting in the room isn’t the best but as James takes two steps closer to June, as he bends down to stare at the most beautiful legs with the sexiest knickers and stockings he has ever seen, he thinks he can just about make out a darker area on the gusset of June’s knickers. The urge to feel them, stroke them, smell them even, is almost overpowering but just as he feels things can’t get even more intense June does something that sends fireworks off in his body and takes his mind places he never knew existed. ‘Can you see it? Is it obvious James? I know my hands are in the way but I’m terrified to move them. I can’t stop pressing right here, that’s the only thing stopping me exploding right now. Look I’m actually shaking here with the fucking need to pee! My damn urethra is throbbing...look!’ In a instant June pulls the gusset of her knickers to one side, almost unpopping the suspender clip keeping up her stockings, as James stares intensively with wide eyes and throbbing heart as June’s wet, open and throbbing vagina is right in front of his face. Her natural pubic hair trimmed enough that he can see everything but not too much keeping an element of mystery about it too. The first and most obvious thing James sees is that June’s urethra is absolutely throbbing, one second pressing forwards and vibrating slightly then another pushing back, then forwards again, it’s tip moist, swollen and red. As June tenses and her legs shake his eyes move up to her hard and swollen clitoris which appears to be screaming to be caressed and licked. A million thoughts and emotions flood James’s mind and body as he allows his own very erect and swollen dick to pop out the leg of his black boxer shorts. As his eyes wander over June’s perfectly red and puffy labia he hears June yelp as her urethra pushes forwards once again in her wet and throbbing vagina as James watches open mouthed as a squirt of urine shoots out and lands just in front of him on the floor as June lets go of the gusset again and once again presses her hands over her crotch and massages back and forth rhythmically. ‘Fucking hell. I have never seen anything so sexy in my life!’ You have the most beautiful and perfect body ever. Fuck! I know I shouldn’t do this but I can’t help it...’ Unable to prevent himself James pulls his boxers back to his body to allow his very erect and almost erupting penis the freedom it needs. His hands stroke from his testicles to his tip, swirling the moist tip with his thumb and wanking himself as he stares in abandonment at what June is doing right in front of him. If he didn’t know any better he would swear she was masterbating herself to prevent herself from pissing as her legs tighten and relax over and over again and her hands massage and caress her damp knickers as she moans with her head tipped back. Quietly, huskily, sexily, he moves his head nearer June’s and whispers hoarsely. ‘Can I?’ ‘I...I can’t promise I won’t piss all over you!’ The very thought is almost too much for James as he steps between June’s open legs, her silk blouse still tucked in at the front of her now scrunched up suit skirt, her nylon stockings barely staying hooked onto her suspenders and knickers. If time were on his side there would be so much he would love to do from running his hands up June’s beautiful legs to nibbling her earlobes to licking her neck, but neither of them have time for foreplay now as his own dick spurts out precum onto the thin carpet as his shaking hand reaches down to move June’s hands aside gently as he gives her the damp gusset of her knickers to hold as he effortlessly slides his throbbing ready member inside her dripping wet and open vagina. As he steps ever closer as his dick slides inside June’s pubic hairs tickle his swollen protruding bladder as her muscles clench and swallow his manhood perfectly, her pants and throbs taking him very quickly to a place of no return. ‘Oh my God. Ohhh. I can feel it coming!’ ‘Me too baby. Any minute now!’
    3 points
  18. My husband and I have actually used these sites before. There's a lot of stuff on there. I think I should translate some of the stories/experiences from there into English for the pleasure of this site. Some of them are really hot.
    3 points
  19. Um... maybe he got an idea from this... and I hope he used plenty...
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  20. My go to memory has to be the first time my girlfriend at the time and I had unplanned wet sex. We had been out drinking with friends the night before, not getting home until after midnight. The next morning I woke up with a full bladder and a raging boner. Apparently I hadn’t gotten rid of all the beer I had drunk a few hours earlier. Not wanting to waste a rock hard cock I rolled over and slipped a hand down to one of my girlfriends tits, slowly stroking the nipple as I began to kiss the side of her neck and nibble on her ear. As I did so I could feel her stir. Her neck and ears were always sensitive areas that would get her hot. Half awake she rolled over to me, kissing me deeply as I continued to fondle her breasts. She felt my cock pushing into the front of her thigh reaching down and giving me a long slow squeeze. I pushed her onto her back as we continued to kiss letting my hand work its way down her hot tight body. When my had reached about half way between her belly button and her pubic mound she grabbed my hand, and whispered that she would be right back as she needed to pee. We had never been pee shy around one another and had played some various holding games and such but had never gone as far as peeing on one another. As she started to get out of bed, I pulled her back down and began to kiss her again. She expressed to me that she really, really need to pee and I responded by letting her know that I too needed to get rid of some of last nights beer, but that I didn’t want to waste a perfectly good boner. She gave me a worried look telling me that she didn’t know if she could hold it with my cock inside of her. I told her there was only one way to find out, besides the mattress pad on the bed was waterproof so there were no worries. The last thing she said was to remember that she had warned me, settling back down in the bed laying over my chest as we began to kiss once more. Her hand began to stroke my cock. Every time her hand landed on my belly it cause a twinge in my overly full bladder. She squirmed onto of me a bit as we made out. As I rolled her onto her back I reached back down and began to gently caress her inner thighs, brushing against her pussy lips. This brought a moan that I could only interpret as both pleasure and pain, for when I touched her pussy she would clamp my hand with her thighs. Quickly I learned that for once her clit was totally out of bounds as the first time I diddled it she pushed my hand away grabbing herself between the legs. She tried to get up once more but I gently held her there. As the excited desperation from that single clit touch subsided she lay back onto the bed. Not wanting to protract her anguish any longer I raised myself over her slipping between her legs. With a look of apprehension she gripped my hard cock and positioned it against her sopping pussy. I gently slid inside of her, her muscles tensing as my cock put added pressure on her abdominal area. I didn’t move for several seconds until I could feel her relax a bit. My movements were slow and gentle so as to not cause her too much undue discomfort. As she got used to the discomfort in her bladder I began to quicken my pace. Several times she asked me to hurry, as she had to go pee. I did my best to accommodate her wishes. I could tell that she was trying hard to stave off and orgasm for fear of her floodgates giving way. With one swift twist I pulled her up on top of me as I rolled onto my back. She gasped from the sudden shift in our position as her muscles clenched my ridged cock tightly. Don’t move she commanded as she tried to get used to this heightened discomfort. I learned afterwards that when on top apparently my cock was pushing hard on her bladder. We began to thrust against one another. We both let out a little groans every time her body and mine came together. She was no landing on my aching bladder causing me pain. My cock was causing her greater pain as well as it slid against her bladder on the down stroke. The sensation was the most wonderful pain I had ever felt. Rapidly we both began to reach the point of no return. As much as she was terrified of having an orgasm, there was not turning back now. With a loud OH GOD, she reached her peak. Her body began to shudder as it always did when she came. This time however it was accompanied by a loud hissing sound as her bladder emptied itself onto me. This was enough to send me over the edge and I began to fill her with my own hot cum. As the last of my ejaculate left me she collapsed onto of me, spent. She looked at me with an apologetic look, having emptied her bladder all over me. My cock was still inside of her and had only softened part way. I closed my eyes, a few seconds later I felt my second relief as I pissed a strong stream inside of her. My piss flowed out of her pussy onto my body as she wiggled around from the sensation of my hot, strong stream shooting into her. When I finished, we lay there a few minutes until our combined piss began to get cold. Thankfully it was Saturday, which also happened to be laundry day. We gathered up the soaked sheets and mattress pad, making our way to the washer. Once the laundry was in the machine and the machine started to cycle she wiggled her still naked ass against my dangling cock. We were both so turned on by what had just happened it took no time at all for e to be hard again. I thrust myself into her as she bent over the washer for a second session of the morning. This was as I said the first time we had wet sex, but it did not turn out to be the last.
    3 points
  21. Hey, I've been idle for a while due to fun mental health things (yaaaay!) but I'm think I'm back on the right track so lemme tell you about last night. Lets get this description section done first so we can get it out of the way. I'm a tall girl, 6'4" and I'm rather skinny getting to the point of being unhealthy. I was wearing high waisted blue jean shorts, a tropical shirt (it was super hot yesterday), and for those interested I was just wearing a simple white bra underneath and some figure defining panties to give me *some* curves (the panties are really tight and that'll come into play later on). My hair is a sort of dark golden brown and is curly (when it's playing ball). So in the evening at around 6:50 I peed and made the decision that I wouldn't pee until I burst. I ran downstairs and filled up my bottle and got to drinking. I started with 500ml and after drinking I realized that I must've not emptied my bladder fully as I started to feel a need to pee 5 minutes after drinking but it was manageable, probably only a 3 or 4. I sat at my computer just chatting with people on the forum and playing some factorio for 30 minutes when I decided to give the BBBB challenge a test run, I knew it wouldn't count because I hadn't announced it but I decided to just give it a shot to see how hard it is... oooooh boy was in for a ride. I drank another 500ml and really started to feel the effect on my bladder as I started to jump up to a 7. I continued to play factorio for 30 minutes when I realized a fatal flaw in my plan, I have to walk my doggo. I got the doggo ready for the walk and before I left I chugged the 250ml I needed to drink and stepped outside catching the last rays of sunshine setting over London covering the park in golden light. In any other circumstance I would've stopped and appreciated the beauty of this scene but I was too busy with my bladder which was now sending constant signals to my brain to empty it. I was probably at an 8 now. The walk was hell, it wouldn't have been so bad but the park was busy and I needed to stay as subtle as possible. Whenever my dog stopped to sniff something or pee I tried to stay as still as possible causing me to shake all over. After 20 minutes I was back inside and sitting at my desk, sitting down definitely helped ease my desperation slightly but I was aware of the sheer amount of liquid I had drunk. For context, even though I'm pretty tall, my bladder is tiny I'm talking like walnut scale. The last time I measured how much I could hold I just barely missed 500ml (it was something like 485ml) and I was completely bursting and couldn't hold for a second more, I had just drunk over double that and I really was feeling the effects. I tried to concentrate on my game and before I knew it, it was time to drink again. This brings me to my smooth brain and not knowing when to stop. The BBBB rules state that now I should be drinking 250ml every half hour, me being me thought 'pfffft, I can drink more'. So I just went for it and chugged 400mls, big mistake. The water felt like it was going directly into my bladder, I could almost feel the constant drip drip drip drip from my kidneys into my already overfilled bladder. At this point in my hold something weird happened, I went from being desperate and squirmy at a 7/8 out of 10 to feeling relatively comfortable again, I still really had to pee but it was manageable probably a 6/10. Unfortunately this moment of calm was short lived as my desperation shot back up and I started to leak, just small leaks but they kept on happening. I did everything I could to stop them and eventually found that leaning slightly back on my chair relieved enough pressure on my bladder and I stopped leaking. Then it was time for more water to go in, 250ml down the hatch. even holding the water bottle made me shiver and shake with desperation so I chugged it. I could no longer type properly, let only continue playing my game so I switched to watching netflix, I think I was watching some stranger things and it was helping take my mind of my bladder slightly. At this point I was the most desperate I have ever been in my life but I still wanted to push it further, see how far I could really go, I had a look at how long I had been holding which was 3 hours and decided to go for 4 and a half hours, I didn't actually think I could make it as I knew I was approaching my limit but I wanted to prove to myself that I can hold more than I think I can if I really try. The next 30 minutes were hard, people in the discord were teasing me with water gifs and I watched as the clock moved ever closer to the point where I needed to drink again and, ya'll, I really didn't think I could do it. My water bottle was almost taunting me, condensation forming on the outside and dripping down to my shaking hand making it wet. Every neuron in my brain was screaming at me to pee, my stomach felt so full and even putting a drip of water on my tongue made my desperation shoot up to a 9/10. But I did it, somehow I did it. It took me a while but another 250ml was down and I had another hour to go until I could pee. I made a mental note of a final challenge where before I could pee, I would have to drink the last 250mls in my bottle. 10 minutes had past and I really was starting to doubt my ability to hold until the next 20 minutes, let alone hour and 20 minutes I had left on the challenge, my legs were crossed, my hand was buried deep in my crotch and I was beginning to encounter another issue... I was really horny, like I needed to cum right then, unfortunately I know myself too well and I know if I cum, I'll pee. 7 minutes on and those panties I mentioned earlier were really started to cause me issues, if I leaned even slightly forward, they were dig right into my bladder. I needed to get them off but standing up made me instantly start to leak. I sat in my chair, shaking all over with little drops of pee constantly dripping out and knew that if I didn't get these fucking panties off, the hold would be over. I stood up, a constant drip of leaks escaping with no signs of stopping, and I quickly got my panties off and was shocked. I was bulging, I don't think I've ever bulged before and it was kinda shocking. I was so shocked in fact that I kinda forgot what I was doing and poked my bladder to see was it was like. Now I shake when I'm desperate so when I poked my bladder what should've been a light prod was more of a punch. I doubled over instantly in pain and desperation which of course made my desperation worse and I realized that I genuinely couldn't hold for much longer, definitely not the 50 minutes I had left of the challenge so I decided to take that final challenge and do it now. I had just over 500ml left in my bottle so I decided that I would finish the 500mls, wait 10 minutes, and then I could finally pee. 250ml chugged down and honestly I can't even begin to describe how desperate I was, I needed to pee, my bladder felt like it was seconds away from just releasing everything. I kept on drinking sip by sip getting to the last drop of water in the bottle and so the 10 minutes begun. Here's a snippet of how I was feeling I just had to pee, All I could think about was how much I needed to pee, my bladder was constantly trying to get the pee out and I'm honestly not sure how I didn't pee those first 4 minutes but I just couldn't hold it anymore. I started to leak a constant small stream and I felt a sharp pain in my back which was a sure sign to just abort. So I very quickly grabbed a measuring jug, quickly pulled my shorts down and stopped holding. The pee started out quite slowly but sped up to a point where it was thundering out of me which led to an issue, the noise. I quickly tried to slow down and my bladder screamed at me, it wasn't going to happen, my bladder was in charge now and there was nothing I could do to even slow the pee down. The pee measured at 900mls but I'm sure I lost around 50mls throughout the hold with leaking Let me tell you, the relief was orgasmic, like the second I stopped peeing I started masturbating and came within 20 seconds. I have never felt anything like this in my life, never before have a bulged, never before have I been so desperate, never before have I had an orgasm as intense as the one I had right after peeing. so now it's 2 days on, I'm giving the BBBB challenge another go. Lessons I've learnt: - Don't chug the water, this just makes me feel bloated and is unnecessary. - Make sure my bladder is completely empty before starting a challenge like this, I'm sure I could've made it to 4 hours or maybe even 4 hours and 30 minutes if I had. - Holy shit I missed this. If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading.
    2 points
  22. Today I've stumbled upon this picture on Pinterest, It was illustration from some webcomic, It was illustration of a Young woman holding her crotch, While her husband is in the bathroom pooping. This is very funny illustration from the webcomic, Here's the link: https://www.pinterest.co.kr/pin/Aebt9vJCV-QLJlRXjScMPDxBdmYz71q6EIuQZqYx6M0ZJYqoKq7tUI8LpQ9J2RmBIoMBCRMflhYh8DMJPYzTB4Q/
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  23. Weekend morning alone and I decided I was going to have some 'ME' time. There's nothing better than laying on my back and slowly letting out small amounts and feeling the tickling warmth spread. After about 15 minutes of fun, I stood up and peed as hard as I could to make it worth my while before putting everything in the wash. Guess what? 'Wet Blue', so here we are. Enjoy...I did!
    2 points
  24. I don't think so. Semi-auto. Polymer, I think. I recommended for him to not do that again. I don't know, and honestly, I was a bit scared to ask.
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  25. First of all, I wish this had happened on my flight home from Houston. It would have made for a much better title, but alas, this was on my short hopper flight from Dallas to Austin on Friday evening. I always try to get a window seat, but on this leg, the flight was nearly to capacity when I bought my ticket, leaving me with only the middle seat as an option. The window seat beside me remained vacant after I boarded, and I secretly hoped my seat mate had canceled his or her flight so me and my child-bearin' hips didn't have to be squished beside the poor gentleman on the aisle. As the flight attendant was shutting the overhead compartments, I smiled and remarked to my neighbor, "looks like we got upgraded to the only first class seats in coach," and slid over to the window, leaving the seat empty in the middle. My aisleside seatmate was decidedly unamused by my commentary, flicked his eyes to me and back to the headrest in front of him, and did not so much as crack a smile at my dumb joke. Shrugging, I popped in my headphones and plugged them into the screen in front of me. After a few minutes, a sandy haired, 40-something, solidly built man in a light, warm gray suit came barreling down the aisle, bag in hand, face red from what I assumed was running to make this flight. I silently prayed that I'd get to keep my new seat, but after he and the visibly annoyed flight attendant found a place for his bag in a bin a few spots behind me, he doubled back and gestured at our row. "That's me, sorry," he said as I sheepishly unplugged my headphones and began to scooch. "No, no, I was just stealing your spot thinking it was empty. I'm sorry!" The aisleside gentleman sighed heavily as he unplugged his headphones, rose from his seat and backed into the flight attendant. "Ooh! Folks, let's everyone grab your seats so we can safely clear the cabin." Gray suit apologized again and looked as though he wanted to say something to the attendant, but thought better of it and slid against me into the row. Grumpy Aisleside refused to budge backward an inch to let me make room. Suit and I settled into place, and Grumpy plopped into his seat, swiftly slamming the armrest into place between us with a "thwak." I glanced to my right at Gray, who raised his eyebrows toward Grumpy and met my eyes with a subtle rolling of his own. I stifled a giggle and gave him a quick wink. Our travelmate was clearly feeling very put upon and had no problems making sure everyone around him was aware he was being quite inconvenienced by this whole traveling-with-other-human-beings business. The next half hour had passed somewhat uneventfully save for some turbulence that prevented the drink service from coming through. "Ladies and gentleman, we've got a bit of a patch of rough air ahead of us, so I've decided to suspend the beverage service for this flight so your flight attendants can stay seated safely. I'm keeping the seatbelt lights on for the time being, and we apologize for the inconvenience. If you would, please stay seated as we go ahead and prepare to land in beautiful Austin, Texas. Thank you for flying with us tonight, we'll begin the descent here in a moment." The captain clicked off and I glanced from my in-flight TV out the window to see if I could see the city from our angle. Gray quickly straightened up so I could see through the window. As I watched for the lights of Congress bridge to appear, he bent forward and his head blocked my view again. He sat up within a second and shifted uncomfortably in his seat and I noticed his face grimace a bit. I felt heat rush to my face and wondered- hoped, really- that dear Gray Suit might be holding back a bad urge to pee. I pretended to fiddle with my phone in my lap and hoped my hair hid my face while I strained my eyes as far right as I could without looking too obvious that I was devouring every sign of his predicament. His hands clenched into balls; his left fist kneaded his thigh and his right fist lightly tapped his right knee. He shifted and bent forward again, and settling into place, he began to bounce his right leg in a quick little pattern. I couldn't figure out how to watch these events unfolding without looking completely obvious, and for a few moments I weighed the possibility of being embarrassed caught staring against the idea that this is literally a thing I've been dying to witness in person for *my whole life.* And I was already kicking myself for having missed Gray's signs of distress during the first half hour of the flight. The aircraft pulled a bit and rumbled over a small patch of turbulence. Beside me, Gray inhaled sharply as he lifted off of the seat, ass muscles clenching hard beneath him. His hands made a move for his crotch, but instead of grabbing as I hoped they would, he squeezed his left hand into a fist again, pushing it into his thigh with his right hand. His leg jiggling resumed, and as he slid his hand over his waist, I thought I noticed him push down slightly into his lap. I flicked my eyes toward the window again, leaning forward, pretending to be very interested in the city lights dancing thousands of feet below. We had to be a good 15 minutes from landing still, and he looked positively desperate to be off of this plane. With my eyes gazing disinterestedly out of the window, I could see his pinched face in my periphery. He straightened his leg beneath him and rubbed his thigh, then pulled it back underneath him, shifted a bit, and fanned them in and out a few times. I tried to act nonchalant and fussed with my phone again, while beside me, Gray suddenly gasped, shut his legs together, and grabbed at his knees to push them together more tightly. He leaned forward, his head unexpectedly meeting the screen on his headrest. He tensed himself like this for a moment, completely still until he blew out a puff of air and straightened again, lifting his ass off of the seat and pushing his back into his chair as though he were acting out a casual stretch. Of course, I was unconvinced that he was casually stretching anything except the walls of his poor tortured bladder. As the plane shook and lowered forcefully into the choppy night air, Gray abandoned his casual pose and groaned audibly. He finally glanced toward me, and I hoped in the dim light he couldn't see the blush creep into my face knowing I had been caught noticing his desperation. Still staring at my phone, I composed myself and tried to glance casually toward him, but he was leaned forward, eyes on Grumpy. Gray met my glance and I gave him a small polite smile. I leaned back as though stretching and looked toward Grumpy, who was napping as though spread out on a hotel bed and not sitting at a 90 degree angle on a plane which was was shaking and pitching intermittently on its rough descent into Austin. The plane dropped again, and this time it proved to be more than Gray could control without pushing down into his crotch. He leaned forward again and used his other hand to pull at his suit jacket, attempting fruitlessly to cover the hand jammed firmly against his thigh. He shifted his leg up after his jacket refused to cooperate in the ruse, in an attempt to block me from seeing his childish maneuver. As the plane slowed again and the captain rattled off instructions to the crew, I pretended to look out the window again. Gray's face was a picture of resolve, brow furrowed and covered in a damp sheen, eyes shut, mouth a firm, serious line. I took the opportunity to look directly at his crotch, and as his leg bounced rapidly, his trousers revealed the stiff outline of his dick straining against the moving fabric. I felt a heat grow in my belly and my heart pound in my ears. My head swiveled forward again and my hands absently fiddled with the home screen on my phone. God, if only I could record this without anyone seeing. The plane slowly descended further, when suddenly Gray seemed to remember his jacket again and made a move to try and wiggle himself out of it, using the opportunity to twist one leg over the other in what I assumed was a measure of relief for him. He elbowed my arm in his attempt and quickly apologized. I looked at him and waved it off, but he was not paying the slightest bit of attention to me as he struggled to pull his arm free. I heard him grunt as another wave of urgency must have hit. He winced, gave up back into his jacket quickly and pushed down hard on his dick. He lifted his ass cheek, then changed his mind and bent forward, but neither seemed to work, so he kept his hand pushed down, kneading into his dick as he bit his lip and closed his eyes, this time looking more like he was praying than concentrating. He wet his lips and blew out a puff of air I didn't know he had sucked in. As the plane shook, he grabbed at the headrest in front of him as though to stand up, and the occupant of said chair turned a bit in annoyance. Poor Gray looked absolutely frantic. There was no way he was going to make his way over both myself and my sleeping neighbor, and I knew that he had gotten to the point where he realized that he wasn't going to make it. Not only through the landing, but the unrushed retrieving of the bags, and slow march into the terminal. I also knew he wished he hadn't skipped his opportunity to disturb us and use the lavatory an hour ago, but my guess was that he really thought he'd be able to make the uncomfortable flight through to the end. He sat himself down again, hands still clutching the headrest in front of him, head against the screen. He turned his body toward the window and the ground quickly grew closer. Without enough room to turn and properly cross his legs, he could only change positions in so many fluid motions, his shoulder pushing into me this time without the accompanying apology. The plane landed with a series of hard jolts; even I could feel the pressure on my bladder as we braked, and I didn't even have to pee. He braced his left leg against the metal chair support in front of us and pulled his right leg up toward his chest, hand now unabashedly squeezing his dick through his trousers while the plane braked and wobbled down the runway. He actually whimpered out loud finally, lifting his ass off of the seat and then doubling over, both hands jamming his dick against his left leg while he whispered "fuckfuckfuckFUUUCK." His arms were shaking and he kept his body angled toward the window, but I saw the dark, damp patch on the left side of his crotch when he awkwardly shifted his body to try and lay his arm across his lap to shield it from my view. As the plane slowed to taxi, he finally wrangled his left arm out of his jacket, his right hand unsuccessfully attempting to cover the sizeable wet patch and rock hard cock still straining beneath the wet fabric. He deliberately looked straight ahead and I no longer cared if he noticed me looking his way. He switched his hands over his dick and leaned toward me to try and free his right arm from his jacket. As he did, he inhaled sharply again, pushing down onto his dick and groaning, fully grabbing himself again with both hands. I leaned over to give him room, and as I shifted, felt my own slippery wetness pleasantly warm beneath me. I crossed my legs and felt my swollen clit twitch in full appreciation of this 30 minute spectacle. Gray was clearly losing this battle, and I knew from experience that having to stay seated put more pressure on one's bladder than being able to stand. He simply leaned forward into the seat now, his posture stiff but defeated, one arm still in his jacket, both hands furtively still pushed onto his dick. Seatbelts unclicked around us and he paid no attention, gaze still pointing out the window, back hunched. Grumpy stood up in the aisle, oblivious to the scene which had unfolded beside him, and I stayed stock still, slowly making a chore of wrapping my headphones into a tidy loop. Gray stiffened again, and with eyes closed he lifted his right leg and grimaced. I watched wide eyed as the wetness grew under his hands. After a few seconds he seemed to regain some control again and managed to swiftly slip the rest of his jacket off. He tented his lap loosely, then thought better of the placement and gathered it up again, trying to arrange it as though he had merely draped it casually over his lap instead of covering up the dinner plate sized evidence of his accident. It was, thanks to the drawing up of his left leg and mashing of hands, remarkably similar in shape to the great state of Texas. That was the last time I saw his wet pants. I can only imagine what it looked like where it must have pooled underneath his ass. I got up and moved into the aisle glancing toward him. He refused to look at me. He was, I noticed, still wearing that desperate look, a mix of concentration and distress. That nearly imperceptible bouncing of his leg presisted as I was forced to move down the aisle, so I knew it wasn't nearly over for him. I retrieved my bag and heard him reply to a passenger, "No, you go ahead, my bag is all the way back there. I don't have any connections. Go on ahead, but thanks." It must have been torture for him to let everyone off of the plane before he could go fully relieve himself. In my head, I imagined him sitting there while the last of the passengers unhurredly pulled on sweaters, checked their seat pockets, and made their way down the aisle. Poor Gray, trying to look casual while he struggled with only his muscles to hold back that impending flood, refusing to let one other soul in on his state of agony. I picture his fists balling up as another wave overtakes him, but unwilling to give himself away, he clasps firmly on the armrest and headrest, his swollen, erect cock desperately twitching as he can't hold back a long, unabating stream of hot urine. I imagine his eyes closed, his face turning red as the liquid spreads across his hidden lap, under his tightly clenched ass, maybe making a little river over to the leather seat I had just been occupying. This thought as I walk down the tunnel to the gate sends shivers through me, and my appreciative, soaked clit slides between my ample thighs. I sit at the gate across from mine, disguised in a crowd of waiting travelers, legs crossed, pussy absolutely throbbing for release, hoping to catch a glimpse of Gray making his way out of the plane. After a few minutes he does, wearing dry, khaki trousers, a blue polo shirt, and a nervous look on his face. He glances around, and I know he's hoping I am not around. Maybe he has convinced himself I didn't notice anything at all on the flight. The delicious thought of him thinking his accident was a secret thrills me right over the edge, and I close my eyes and pretend to hum a tune stuck in my head, bouncing my right leg over my left as casually as you'd expect a 36 year old, well-dressed mother of two to do while she waits for her flight, and I ride waves of pleasure as I come hard, humming, smiling, sitting right outside of Gate A11 with poor Gray leaving me and his ordeal behind him.
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  26. I do have this video. I'll upload it for you. 😉
    2 points
  27. This is you stating there is nothing wrong with going on her stream to satisfy a fetish, followed by you saying she should be on a porn site, and finally concluding that we should stop giving her attention. This is you reminding yourself to give her attention. This is you asking others to leave her alone 3 times after going into incel-mode detail about what she performs on her streams. This is you telling her to take her non-sexual content onto a fetish website so that you can jerk off to her without feeling ashamed of yourself. You clearly have an unhealthy infatuation with this girl which is evident by your consistent replies for the last month under the poorly veiled excuse of "wanting others to leave her alone." You can't make fun of a group for getting off to her for the sake of GFE while simultaneously wishing she were on Pornhub so that you could go back to convincing yourself that porn stars aren't real people. Just stop commenting. It's embarrassing.
    2 points
  28. Smart businesswomen🤑 Don't hate the player, hate the game. If I was a chick i'd totally do the same thing for that kind of easy money so I can't hate her for it, if anything i'm jealous.
    2 points
  29. I can totally relate. I don’t like telling people I need to pee. I don’t know why, I just think girls grow up with the idea that we shouldn’t share that kind of need with people because it’s not ladylike and it’s something private. I’ve learned to speak up when I’m with friends but if I’m out with strangers, I’ll usually hold for as long as I can. When I went to America for the first time, my boss paid for me and a few coworkers to rent a car and drive around to go sightseeing. There was no such thing as “pink lemonade” here in Brazil, so my coworkers and I only had pink lemonade when we were out. I was there with my boss (who was a woman), two guys and another girl. The guys were older and we were not very close. The purpose of that trip was to bring us closer so we could work better as a team. I was really excited to be in America so I spent a lot of time taking pictures with this other girl. One time, we went out for lunch at this restaurant that was next to a river, so this girl and I went outside to take pictures once we were done eating. When everybody was ready to leave, one of the guys got in the driver seat and the other was on the passenger seat. The girls went in the back and I was sitting behind the driver. I have a small bladder and only a few minutes after we left the restaurant I could already feel all that pink lemonade hitting me. It was also cold in the car, which didn’t help. Since it was a business trip, I was always wearing pencil skirts and tights, which really didn’t help my bladder. I JUST COULDN’T TELL THE GUYS I NEEDED TO PEE! It was so embarrassing! We had left only a few minutes before and it seemed ridiculous to ask them to stop somewhere so I could use the restroom. We had just left the restaurant! But I needed to pee. Bad. It was a strong urge, like I’ve never felt before. Everybody was laughing and talking about where we should go next and it seemed like none of their suggestions included a bathroom. I was just quiet, hoping that the pink lemonade would make someone else desperate to pee too. I think I was able to wait for 20 minutes when I decided to speak up. Wetting in the middle of the day sounded crazy and it was better to tell them I needed to stop. They were listening to music and I decided to mention I needed us to stop real quick. People kept listening to music and didn’t care. I felt like crying because they were going to make me say it louder. My legs were already crossed but my tights and skirt were crushing my bladder. I waited a little longer and said it again, but no one paid attention. Then I decided to tell my boss. It was the only way. She was sitting next to me and she was a woman. She would understand. I told her “Hey, I really need to pee. Can you help me?”. My boss was super sweet and asked the driver to stop, but unfortunately he didn’t understand how urgent my need was. He kept driving and talking and my boss kept listening to music like nothing was wrong in the world. I was so desperate I was already considering wetting and coming up with an excuse. I couldn’t see myself getting out of the car and making it to the bathroom. When I felt like I was going to leak, I decided it was time to speak up. That time I told the driver, loud and clear, that I needed him to stop the car so I could use the restroom. He. Was. Pissed. He was like “already???” and made this really angry face, like he was hating life. I didn’t care because I really needed to go. I had no idea how I would get out of that car without wetting and I knew I would have to be quick once he stopped the car. It took him a few minutes to find a restroom, and by the time we stopped, I was literally about to wet myself. I opened the back of my skirt, knowing I would have to remove my clothes quickly if I wanted to make it. Once we parked the car, I got out and felt the urge get stronger, bending over a little and telling myself that it was ok if I ended up wetting inside the bathroom. I just needed to make it to the bathroom. That was my goal. I walked inside and the restaurant was empty, which meant the bathrooms were empty too. I started removing my skirt as soon as I got in, holding myself once I could fit my hand inside my skirt. Since it was tight, it took me a while to push it down. My hand was wet and I knew I was seconds away from just pushing all the pee out without really caring if I could or not. Once my skirt was out of the way, I crossed my legs and kept holding myself, trying to remove my tights with just one hand. I could hear the other girls approaching and calling my name, which made me realize the door to my cubicle was still open. But I had no time to close it. I was so desperate to let go that I didn’t care if my boss saw me peeing. I was able to remove my tights and panties, jumping up and down before finally squatting over the toilet. Pee started gushing out even before I was squatting completely. The girls entered the bathroom and I closed the door, peeing nonstop while I locked it. They probably saw me peeing for a few seconds, but that was the best I could do. No way I would be able to stop peeing. My urge to pee was so strong that I remember pushing pee out of me with a lot of strength as I remembered how close I got to wetting myself. I peed for a while, trying to regain control of my body before getting out of that bathroom. The girls were talking and laughing outside, without one single care in the world. Once I was out of the bathroom, the guy who was driving turned to me and said “all set, princess?”, which made me ignore him and just walk to the car. He was a jerk to my boss a few weeks after we came back and ended up fired. Anyway, that is why I haaate telling strangers when I need to pee
    2 points
  30. This thread is embarrassing and I'm shocked that it's even still open. Having watched all of the clips mentioned here, it was evident from the start that she was simply teasing us as a joke. Don't even get me started on her comment about being "the queen of the piss community." If you could not tell that was tongue in cheek, I feel sorry for you. The amount of derogatory comments about her looks or her doing this for attention are severe incel-level lines of thinking. She is allowed to be a hot girl on the internet, and no, defending her is not an attempt to "get her to fuck me." Get out of here with that bullshit. Yours truly, Someone that actually pays for and shares content of """real women""" or whatever dumb term half of you want to apply to a girl that caters to your kink.
    2 points
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  32. My memories are on overdrive ... we met after work once for a few drinks, i don’t remember much about toilet visits but we were getting the bus home as we couldn’t drive as both been drinking, it was early evening about 7pm when we got off the bus, we discussed getting a takeaway on the walk home Chinese usually, she was hesitant at first but agreed on the condition if it was busy we wouldn’t bother as she was really needing to get home for the loo, that was the first she had said anything about needing to pee, I guess she was getting desperate on the bus, I think we had 3 drinks and she probably hadn’t been to the loo at all even before we left, we looked in the Chinese and it was quiet only one man waiting, I asked her again she sized up the situation and agreed to order the food, I ordered and she sat on a chair crossing her legs, her cream skirt mid thigh on bare legs, it was summer, we got the food and chatted as we walked home to the flat no toilet talk until we were close to home she said as she got her keys out her bag she hoped the lift wasn’t out of order as she was dying for the loo, the lift wasn’t out of order but we had to wait on it arriving, there was no pee dancing but exaggerated stepping or walking in her small space as we waited when there was no need to, we got in the lift and she pressed the floor number Several times then held the door close button saying out loud ‘come on, come on’ I commented it must be the 3 glasses of wine ? She rolled her eyes as her foot tapped on the floor, I guess she hadn’t been to pee since lunch time, met me at 5 and was probably starting to need to pee in the bar sometime before we finished our 3rd drink and left at half 6, it was now after 7, I guess if we had another drink she would have gone before we left the bar, we got to the front door she unlocked and pushed it open walked into the hall dropped her bag on the floor I cami in behind and closed the front door she had put bathroom light on, got in crossed her legs and pulled her skirt and pushed the door towards closed It was ajar I couldnt see I just heard her gasp and her shoes stepping into position then her forceful peeing into the toilet,
    2 points
  33. Contrary to what this story may imply, I haven't actually got anything against fedoras. *** The comic convention had a ton of exciting things to check out. Cosplay competitions, autograph booths, and panels with voice actors and movie stars… But, after a large soda and a three hour bus ride to get there, the first thing Emmett wanted to check out was the men’s room. His bladder had been nagging him since he’d gotten onto the bus, and had been basically screaming at him the past half hour. There was a toilet on the bus that Shelby had suggested he use, but it was perhaps the most disgusting thing Emmett had ever seen so using it was completely out of the question. It was a good thing he’d been to this convention center before, because if he’d needed to look for the restroom he’d burst long before he found it. He cringed when he saw there was a line out the door. Normally, there weren’t lines that long for the men’s, but he supposed this was a venue that attracted a lot of guys; And guys who tended to chug a bunch of energy drinks, at that. He got in line and immediately started pacing in place. He looked to the side and saw the line for the women’s was even longer, at least he didn’t have to get into that one. He was doubtful of his ability to stay dry even through this one! Maybe he should have just peed on the bus… His need was absolutely critical, and the knowledge that there were toilets so near being used by other people was causing spasms to ricochet through his bloated bladder. He just kept dancing and trying to convince himself he could hold it. A couple of the guys ahead of him had turned around and were staring at his obvious desperation. He felt his face practically catch fire under their scrutinizing stares, but he couldn’t stop himself from jumping in place if his life depended on it. “Hey…” One of the guys said. “You need to go really bad?” Emmett gave a tiny, humiliated nod. There was no point in denying that he was having an emergency. But, really, he thought there was no point in the guy asking him if he was, either. There weren’t any other reasons a person would be bouncing up and down with their legs crossed while in line for a toilet. “You can cut ahead to the front, then,” the guy said. Emmett must have heard wrong. “What?” “Most of us are just here to check out the cool urinals,” one of the other guys laughed. “We don’t need to use ‘em that much.” Emmett gave the man an odd look. He couldn’t fathom how a urinal could be that ‘cool’, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I—If you’re sure,” he stammered. A few of the guys stepped aside and let him through. To his surprise, when one of them explained that Emmett was in a hurry to the people further ahead in line, they allowed him to skip right ahead too. He wasn’t going to complain, his bladder loosened itself as he easily walked straight to the front of the line. He’d just have to wait for one of the urinals to open up, it would just be a second, and he knew he could last that long. Once at the front of the line, he saw why those guys had claimed the urinals were ‘cool’. They had small screens mounted above them that displayed footage from a video game. At first, Emmett thought that society had become so commercialized that now people were being shown advertisements while they peed, but then he realized that it wasn’t an ad. It was an actual game that was controlled by how a person’s pee stream hit the urinal. Gross. Who thought that was a good idea? If anything, it was going to result in more ‘spills’ from people trying to adjust their aim too fast to get a higher score. Emmett hoped the floor around the urinals wasn’t too wet or sticky, because he had absolutely no choice but to use one of those within the next ten seconds. Or else the floor around him was going to get extremely wet and sticky. Wait, hadn’t Shelby talked about these things once? Emmett wondered, beginning to sway back and forth on his feet as he urged the people who were midstream to hurry it up. Yeah, she had. Of course, this was the kind of thing she’d get excited about. She’d probably want to use one of them… Emmett immediately broke into a half-sprint as a urinal flushed and became available. He tugged down his zip and let it flow. Ahhhh, that was better! Against his better judgement, he looked up at the screen. It was a skiing mini-game, in which you steered by aiming your pee, and picked up speed the more forcefully you went. How utterly juvenile and… Emmett realized that, thanks to his desperation, his stream was blasting with the force of about six fire hydrants, and his score in the game was ticking up. He tried not to care, but quickly found himself adjusting his stream back and forth to avoid obstacles. Okay… So maybe it was a little fun. A little. And… It felt strangely nice to feel his bladder deflating while he played a game. He’d always been annoyed whenever he’d had to pause playing something to handle his urinary needs, being able to do both at once wasn’t too terrible a feeling. “Whoa, I’ve never seen anybody go so fast in that game,” a voice behind him said. Emmett gave a little jolt, his stream diverting for a second before he corrected his aim again. He tilted his head just enough to see the guy that was standing beside him. This wasn’t a guy using the neighboring urinal, as Emmett had gotten the one at the far end. No, this was just… a guy standing there and watching him pee. Emmett had thought all the posts he’d seen online about dudes with scraggly beards that wear fedoras having poor social skills were just memes, but apparently that was the case for at least one guy. Emmett tried to cover himself a bit with one hand, when he realized the guy wasn’t really trying to sneak any peeks at him, he was just watching the game screen. Which was maybe a little less weird, but still, he was just too close for comfort. Emmett tried to finish up faster and bore down with his muscles a bit. His stream somehow managed to pick up even more force, and in the game he went even faster. “Whoa,” the fedora guy said again. Emmett felt himself blushing. Sure, this guy was just interested in the game, but at the end of the day what he was so impressed by was the fact that Emmett could pee really, really hard. The faucet blast that had been gushing from Emmett’s tip for the last minute and a half finally slowed down to a dribble, he shook himself off and zipped back up. As he headed to wash his hands, the fedora guy followed him. Oh, come on, seriously? Emmett thought. “You ever played that before? You’re really good.” Emmett tried not to say anything mean, or do anything that would make his irritation obvious. “No,” he said. He’d just really, really needed to pee, that was all there was to it. He tried to wash his hands as fast as he could, but if there was one thing Emmett couldn’t do quickly, it was hand-washing. He had a very strict process he had to adhere to there. He needed the water to heat up enough to burn, he needed to rub the soap all over his hands and deep into the spaces between his fingers, he had to get it nicely beneath his fingertips, then rinse it off. And repeat the process three times. Only then could he feel clean. “I thought you were gonna go so fast you’d make the game glitch,” the fedora guy continued. “You had real good control, too. You didn’t crash into anything. And, you made it last a long time, too. You must have broken the high score with that.” This was so embarrassing. Having some guy he didn’t even know basically sing his praises because his bladder could hold a lot of pee, it came out with a ton of force whenever he’d been desperate, and he could aim his dick well. He tried to ignore the man and think of something else as he lathered his hands a second time. He remembered now that Shelby definitely had mentioned an interest in peeing into a urinal like that. She’d worn a cosplay today, one of the rare occasions she put on a skirt instead of pants, so he didn’t think she’d need to take off that much to use one here, wouldn’t need to expose much of anything. Too bad she couldn’t come in here, he guessed. But, after a few more seconds, he thought maybe she could. The convention was pretty lax about things like that, and some of the cosplayers he’d seen already heading in here had been crossdressing. Shelby wouldn’t even be the only person wearing a skirt to come in here. He’d also stay with her the whole time, just in case Fedora Guy was still hanging around. He wasn’t positive it was a good idea, but she’d be real annoyed if he didn’t at least ask her if she wanted to do this. Finally, Emmett’s hands were clean enough by his standards, and he left, not saying one word to Fedora Guy. *** “Of course I’d want to try it!” Shelby said. “Sounds fun! What score did you get?” Emmett gave her the number. “Okay, I gotta beat that,” Shelby decided. “The only reason I scored that high was because I was about ten seconds away from peeing my pants,” Emmett said. “It kind of gauges how… Forcefully you’re—“ “Then, I’ll have to drink a bunch of sodas,” Shelby said. “Are you sure that’s a good ide—“ “Am I sure kicking your ass is a good idea? Of course I am!” Emmett sighed, “Shelby, I don’t even care about—“ “Sounds like something a loser would say.” “Oh my God…” Shelby led him in the direction of the concessions and left him at a table. A few minutes later she returned with a tray that contained nothing but huge cups of soda. Emmett sighed, “You know, I’m really hungry…” “Go get some food, then,” Shelby said, picking up one of the massive cups and beginning to drink. Emmett stood and went to get some food. When he came back with a basket of fries, he reached for one of the sodas, but Shelby slapped his hand away. “Nope, these are all mine!” “You have five of them!” “Yep, and I’m gonna need them,” Shelby said. “Gotta drink ’til I’m ready to burst.” “There might be a line,” Emmett warned. “I mean, they might let you skip ahead if you’re desperate— They did that for me— But, still—“ “They’ll probably let me skip because they’ll think I’ll go out with them after, you know half these guys haven’t even seen a girl in four years.” “That’s a stereotype,” Emmett said. “I’m sure they at least see their moms when they come up from her basement each week to get more hot pockets.” Shelby reached a hand over and patted his cheek, “I’m glad you can see your future so clearly!” “Oh, come on!” Shelby did reluctantly hand over one of her sodas once Emmett fussed enough about the saltiness of the fries, but the rest she downed all on her own. She stood up and announced she was going to go get more, but Emmett stopped her. “I’m pretty sure if you drink a lot all at once it, like, goes through you super fast. I don’t think it’s a good idea to get even more after all that. Plus, I think you might die from water intoxication at this rate.” “Okay,” she agreed. So, they went off to explore the convention. They stopped at booths to buy a few things, went to see some panels, got a few autographs, and through it all Shelby got noticeably more and more desperate. Emmett kept asking if she was ready for a toilet break, but she kept saying that she didn’t think she had quite enough in her to beat his score. “When we got here, you could barely walk you had to pee so bad!” she reminded. “Please, don’t say that so loud?” She just carried on as if he’d said nothing; “But, I can still walk, so I don’t have to go bad enough yet.” She may have said she wasn’t at the bursting point yet, but her actions spoke louder. She had been dancing in her seat through the entirety of the last panel they’d seen. She’d cross one leg overtop of the other one, then switch them around instantly. She pulled her foot up onto her seat and pushed herself against her ankle. And now that they were walking again, her claims of still being able to do so were suspect. Yes, she was walking in the sense that she was able to transport her body from point A to point B, but very few people would actually classify her half-hunched, lilting hobble as much of a ‘walk’. “Remember, we still have to actually get to the restroom,” Emmett said. “And you might have to wait a little bit more once we’re there, too.” “I can wait,” Shelby said. They’d stopped walking, but Shelby was still moving. She took a few paces one way, then went back the other direction. She jiggled around in a tiny circle. She balled her hands into fists. “Can you?” Emmett asked skeptically. “I don’t want to have to go home early because you had an accident trying to beat my score in a pointless game.” “It’s not pointless,” Shelby said. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you know you’re gonna lose.” “I don’t care if I lose,” Emmett said. “I care about riding the bus home with you covered in pee because you wouldn’t just go.” Shelby winced, she didn’t want to admit how real that image sounded to her. “Okay,” she said. “I guess we should start heading over there soon.” The walk to the men’s room wasn’t long, but Shelby couldn’t move that fast. The crowds were larger now, too, and every so often she’d get accidentally bumped by someone. The jolts kept sending urgent pangs through her full bladder, and she’d even ended up needing to cup herself a few times when she felt a few squirts of liquid trickle out of her. Once, a kid managed to elbow her middle by mistake and that nearly resulted in a total accident. She’d gone totally still and pressed her legs together, her hands clamping against her steadily dampening crotch until she finally got a handle on the situation again. When they arrived at the restroom, Shelby was relieved that there wasn’t much of a line. Each of the urinals were taken, but there was only guy waiting ahead of her. She immediately started to bounce up and down. She could feel her underwear had already gotten quite wet during the walk over here. The clammy dampness was very noticeable between her trembling thighs. “I told you to go earlier,” Emmett reminded. “Are you going to make it oka—“ The guy in front of them turned around, and Emmett bit back a groan. It was the Fedora Guy. Again. “Whoa, awesome crossplay,” he said. “Your cleavage looks so real, how did you—“ Shelby removed her hands from between her legs and covered her chest, embarrassed. She didn’t normally wear anything so showy, and looks like the one that guy was giving her were a big part of the reason why. Her hands quickly returned to their spot, however, when a jet of pee hissed between her thighs. “It’s not a cosplay— Well, I mean, it is, but— I’m not crossdressing.” “… Then, aren’t you in the wrong room?” Fedora Guy asked. “I mean, I guess it looks like you’re having an emergency, and the ladies’ room lines are always so long ‘cause girls are always doing their make-up in their and stuff. But,” he gestured to his side. “The stall here’s out of order, so you’re gonna have to go somewhere else.” Fedora Guy kept rambling, and Shelby wondered how someone could reach his age and still have no idea how to communicate with a girl in a way that wasn’t insulting. Women’s room lines were not longer because of make-up, how utterly patronizing. She didn’t have time to lecture the man on how to make less of an ass of himself though. She shifted her weight from foot to foot; “It’s okay, I don’t need a stall. I’m gonna beat my brother’s score on that urinal game.” “I thought you said you weren’t crossdressing?” The Fedora Guy reminded. “I’m not,” Shelby said. Her bladder throbbed and pulsed and pounded, and she was constantly dribbling little drops. “But, you are right that this is an emergency, can I cut ahead?” “But… How are you gonna--" “My sister can do a lot of things, people don’t expect” Emmett interrupted. “But, she can’t hold her pee indefinitely, so how about you let her through? You don’t look like you need the toilet that much.” Fedora Guy stepped aside, “Proceed, m’lady,” he said. Holy crap, Emmett thought. They actually say that? I thought it was just a meme! Emmett realized that Fedora Guy's social skills were probably poor enough that he'd try and see for himself how Shelby did this. He decided to nip that in the bud and when a urinal finally opened, he stopped Shelby from rushing for it for a second. She whimpered as he grabbed her sleeve, cupping her hands against herself and feeling small trickles of urine cascading down her legs. “Okay,” Emmett said a little timidly. He did not like speaking to strangers, but he disliked the idea of someone creeping on his sister about one hundred times more. “My sister is going to play this weird urinal game. I know that that’s… unusual, and probably not something you’ve ever seen before. But, that doesn’t make it okay to peek. You wouldn’t peek at a guy using a urinal, so don’t do it to her, either. If you must look in her direction at all, keep your eyes on the game. Nothing else. If you try to look somewhere you shouldn’t, just be aware that she has a green belt in karate.” “Stand behind me while I go, okay?” Shelby asked. “Ohh, can I go now?!” “Sure,” Emmett said. “And yeah, you can go now.” Shelby rushed for the urinal and Emmett stood directly behind her to provide a little more privacy. She lifted the front of her skirt and lowered her underwear to just above her knees. She finally felt a bit of trepidation. The one other time she’d peed in a urinal at the hotel, it had been one that went all the way down to the floor. This one was raised up on the wall quite a bit, and she realized she was gonna have to stand on the tips of her toes to reach the target easily. She didn’t have too much time to dwell on that, though. Her bladder had begun to dribble yet again, recognizing that she had reached a place where it could be emptied. She raised herself onto her toes and placed her hands into the correct positions, and told herself to relax. When she felt the tension in her middle start to ease away, she pushed down hard and a jet of urine sprayed forcefully from between her thighs, splashing against the porcelain. Oh, God… That felt better… “Ahhhh…” she exhaled, looking up to the screen. Her stream was so powerful that her in-game self was moving extremely fast, and she had to sway her hips slightly from side to side every few seconds to dodge obstacles. “Wow…” Fedora Guy said, his eyes wide and mouth dropped open. “She’s actually doing it…” “Eyes up there!” Emmett barked, gesturing to the game screen above the urinal. He knew there was no way he could see any of Shelby’s body with Emmett standing in the way, but it made him pretty tetchy to think the guy might be at least trying to get a peek. Fedora Guy did listen to him at least, redirecting his gaze to the screen. “She’s really good…” he remarked. “Quiet,” Emmett started to say, but Shelby interrupted with an enthusiastic “Thanks! Told you I could do it!” “You’re going even faster than your brother was earlier,” he continued. “That’s super impressive.” Shelby peed for quite a while, all those sodas had seriously stretched her bladder, she could feel the tight ball of tension that had rooted itself between her legs slowly shrinking away until it finally seemed to vanish altogether. As she became aware that her bladder was nearly empty, she pushed even harder to make sure the last drops would go out rather than straight down. Finally finished, she pulled her underwear back up and checked her score; “See?” she asked. “I said I’d beat you, and I did.” Emmett shut his eyes, “Well, I’m glad you’re proud of yourself, I guess.” “How’s it feel that a girl’s better at using a urinal than you are?” “Oh my G— That’s not what… You can pee harder than I can, that’s all it is.” “Sounds like something a sore loser would say.” “... Did you have fun?” “Yep.” “Okay. I’m glad.” “How did you do that?” Fedora Guy asked. Emmett sighed, he’d almost forgotten about him. “It took a lot of practice,” Shelby answered, but didn’t elaborate.
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  34. It's things like this that give our community a bad reputation. What a ridiculous thing to suggest
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  35. Me and my boyfriend were chilling in bed watching Trailer Park Boys on Netflix, and earlier he had treated me to some brand new pj's. I decided I wanted to have a lazy evening and not use the toilet at all, so I didn't, and when I needed a wee, I just laid on my tummy on the bed and slowly let it all go and flooded my pj's right there in the bed watching tv and feeling like a naughty little bedwetter! Heres a few pics of the aftermath in my wet pj's! (And a cheeky pic of my bum after I took them off) 🤭 I love wetting pyjamas as it reminds me of when I used to have accidents when I was young and brings back all those memories.💖
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  36. This is a recollection of a week I spent in summer sports camp back in 2nd grade. This was a camp that put like a 20 minute walk away from the nearest bathroom and being in the middle of the sun on a hot day and I drank lots of water. As a frequent wetter at the time, it was painful. Wetting #1: I started to become very desperate while eating lunch and went up to the teacher if I could go. However being 20 minutes of walking away, they wouldn't let 2nd graders be left unattended. The teacher told me to hold it until after lunch when everyone would go. I could barely walk straight when we began walking and began to leak on the walk there. My panties were already soaked when we arrived at the bathroom only to find the other girls had occupied all the stalls. Pee began running down my crossed legs stopping just short of making a puddle. I walked into the stall, wiped my legs and panties when I was urged out by the teacher. Too shy to say I didn't get to go after 10 minutes in the toilet, I didn't get to pee the rest. Wetting #2: I almost immediately felt the urge after leaving. I sat down under a tree when we came back, hands in the crotch. I leaked twice before I just gave up an wet myself. Luckily my shorts dried out quickly and the black shorts hide the patch well. Wetting #3 Day 2: I forgot about my need to pee because I was having too much fun (doing something I dont remember), I remember laughing then leaking heavily. As soon as I felt it, my face went cold and I sat down trying to hide my shaking legs. I gave the grass a watering that day. Wetting #4 Day 4: After somehow holding desperately for 3 hours, we went into a community pool. I checked the toilet stalls as we entered the lockers but they were all locked. Twisting my body left right center I stripped to change into my swimsuit but I wet myself before I could change and leave. Wetting #5 Day 4: I went to the bathroom at the pool only to find a long line. One of the boys in my camp saw me and began dragging me with them to a ride. I looked like I was dripping water. I was dripping pee (im sorry everyone) On the last day my whole family got sick and I pooped myself. One of my few memories of such. I think thats a separate post though. I just wanted to point out that the camp wasn't some shaggy mess that didnt let kids go to the bathroom. They were understaffed with 2 people and so could only leave when a group of kids needed to go and consequently couldn't go during the 40 minutes round trip they made. It was fine for other kids, I was just the special case and as seen by the fact that I stop at day 4, I ended up telling one of the teachers about my problems and she took good care of me afterwards to not have a wetting.
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  37. I think somebody needs a diaper...or not
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  38. We didn't, so it was a real mess. He was annoyed but I couldn't blame him for putting me in diapers, and I enjoyed the humiliation when he did...
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  39. I lost all my own videos from xtube as they removed them all with no warning. I hadn’t saved them and it upset me so much I haven’t had the confidence to join anywhere else or even make videos again. So many of my favourites were list too. I avoid xtube now because so much of the best stuff has been lost.
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  40. @Omo-secret Could we maybe get a Wonder Woman wetting or peeing? Or maybe a batgirl? Your art is so cool!
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  41. View File A Bunch of Hot Videos (Wetting & Messing) A bunch of recent ThisVid videos that I enjoyed. There are also a few messing videos in here as well, all marked as such. Submitter 8BitMike Submitted 06/05/2021 Category Female  
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  42. There were so many great creators on xtube! It was probably the first site I ever visited that had amateur omo content. Desperate Sue, peepeedee, seansgirl, multifetishgirl, holdingonhard, burstingchick420, YourPrincess, babyweewee, swishersweetie and wetlinda were a few I used to watch. Hopefully I still have a few videos saved on a hard drive somewhere.
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  43. I had been living with my gf for several weeks. We went to an off off off Broadway performance that lasted about 2 1/2 hours, with an hour transportation each way. We then had a 5 1/2 block walk. We got off, walked 5 blocks and turned to walk 4 blocks to her favorite ice cream store. We sat and ate ice cream for around 20 minutes. We finally left. We were a block from our apartment building when she took me into a store. We were there for about 20 minutes. She bought several cans of a dish I had never heard of. Then we walked to our apartment. We got on the elevator then got to our floor and walked to our apartment. I got out the key and as far as I could tell was perfectly fine. She loudly said HURRY. I fumbled with the key and she again said HURRY. I got the door open and she pushed me out of the way. Quickly the faucet was running and she finally flushed the toilet (She never ran the faucet when she was on the toilet). A few minutes later she came out. We tried the food which was very good. We went to bed and I noticed she was wearing different panties. We got ready for bed and we talked. I asked her if she knew she had to pee. She said of course. When did she know? She said before we got to the subway stop. I asked why we didn’t just come home first then go to those places. She said we were already out. I said she was wearing a skirt so if she had to go that bad why didn’t she just wet her pants; nobody but her and possibly me would know. She said only one thing: she was afraid of what I would think if she wet her pants.
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  44. I’ve got back into chess online recently, if I ever play a “face to face” tournament again I think I’ll opt for nappies!
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  45. All the time. Messing is just more fun for me, though admittedly it is harder to clean up. I usually do it in a diaper, which is easy enough to clean up. I especially like loudly filling my diaper while snuggling with my husband. Sometimes I go to sleep with my bowels full and I've filled my diaper overnight, which is fun too. I can't imagine holding it for a week though, that's crazy. I think my husband would just cook me some spicy food and make me poo if I tried that...
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  46. A comfortable toilet, a perfect place to surf the web. Thanks to Kardie for the art

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