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    Alliteration makes things sound really immature but I’m doing it anyway This is an album where I will post my occasional omorashi themed comics. I don’t do them very often, and they are usually really short, so don’t expect too much content here.
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    Well, we are all going strong still.... Still running around painting the town yellow. Here is a recent pic of "the other women" standing up at the bar. Soaked. That's her in the black shirt. Here is a better pic of her out in the clubs.
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    I was never a part of this community until I met my now boyfriend. I had dabbled with it in the past. Boys before asked me to wet my pinkest panties and bend over for them. Or mastubate and let out a burst of pee while I climaxed. I was always curious about it since I really wanted to be a part of a ddlg relationship, but I never got to experience it until I met my boyfriend. He’d have me hold during work and then take a video of myself releasing it all into a jar to measure it in when I got home. It would be really exciting for him and I’d receive all the praise in the world for it. It was all fun until I had left for vacation to Canada, where I knew I wasn’t going to be able to have my own room or bathroom, for that matter, to take videos for him. I would sneak a few pictures but it was all really subtle. I felt like he was losing interest since I couldn’t keep up with what he wanted from me. I’d try and talk about his day or my trip, but he didn’t seem all that interested, I knew what he actually wanted. Until one night he messaged me, asking if I was holding for him. It was also the night that it was my turn to get my own bedroom, so I thought I’d get him excited. I responded saying “Yeah! I was going to surprise you!” and as I hit send, I turned to the bar at the restaurant we were at and I ordered a bottle of water. I sat back down at the table and chugged every last drop of it. And as we were packing up to leave, I filled it up in a sink and chugged that too on the way home. When we got back, I filled up cup after cup with water, drinking non stop. I missed getting the attention from him, the heart eye emojis, the pet names, and the wild compliments he would give me after an explosive video of me peeing an entire liter for him. I wanted to get him back to see I could still hold as much as he wanted. I went back to my room that was right next to the bathroom and continued to chug as much water as possible. I put my pajamas on and took cute pictures of me in them. It was just a slouchy sweater and little pink tinkerbell shorts. I took videos in the mirror of me potty dancing and wiggling around, holding onto my crotch. He started asking if there was anywhere for me to measure, but being in someone else’s home, I had no clue where I could find that. I looked all over the place, and no matter how many times I said no, he begged me to look more. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate with this full bladder I had to waddle around with. I had the idea to pull out one of my aunt’s sterilite craft drawers and just pee in that for him. I had to explain that there was no other option and I wouldn’t be able to make it upstairs to the kitchen at this point in my search. By that time, my body was really being pushed to its maximum limits, I had to really burst and he wasn’t letting me go. No matter how much I begged him to let me go, he begged me to hold it longer. He had no clue the agony I was going through. I’d sit and bounce on the bed, I’d pace back and forth, sending him videos of me struggling to do anything but hold my bladder. Finally he said I could go, but as I stood up from the bed, I knew I was in for trouble. I felt a little drip roll down the inside of my thigh. I panicked and wiggled my way to the bathroom, feeling even more drips fall and some leaked to the floor. I put the container into the bathtub and just as I lifted my leg to step in I squirted all over the tiled floor. I panicked and put my leg back down, rushing my way to the toilet, knowing that if I were to get in the tub, the mess would be worse to clean up. I wa so disappointed. I peed for what seemed like half an hour, letting out everything I had drank within the past few hours. I even sent him a little snapchat of me peeing, apologizing for not making the video he wanted. When I finished emptying out Niagara falls, I picked up the tinkerbell shorts and wrung them out in the toilet because they were drenched in urine. There was no way I was gonna be able to sleep in them for the rest of the trip. But ever since then, I wonder how much I actually emptied out. I’m sure in my boyfriend’s imagination it was well beyond a liter and a half. I learned 3 things that night. 1) If you know you gotta go, don’t wait for permission, just go, 2) film the walk to the bathroom and your set up because there could always be a surprise waiting for you, and 3) pack another set of pajamas when you go on vacation.. There could surely be an accident.
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    Like young loves, we hold hands and swing them between us. He insists on walking me home after a long night of bar hopping and dancing the night away. My body sways from side to side, not only because I’m a tad tipsy, but because of the volume I drank. Keeping up with him is difficult enough but now I have an aching bladder. By the end of all of our dates, I am always holding back from the bathroom, not wanting to miss a moment with him. I thought I’d be able to hold it in tonight, but it’s late and we’re really pushing me to my limits. We walk up the steps of my apartment building and I peck him on the lips goodnight. My ears still drumming from the bass of the nightclub, I turn quickly to get upstairs and pee, but I drunkenly giggle as he pulls me in closer and kisses me harder. I stumble and fall against his chest. He holds me with his long arms and large hands like a delicate baby bird. “Can I come up?” he whispers to my ear in a hot intoxicated breath. I pull his chin down and look into his big brown eyes. He bites his lip in the way that he knows gets my heart racing. I nodd, reluctant of what my bladder holds in store, already wiggling with urgency to go release the grand falls. But I lead him up to my apartment. He holds my hips between his large hands and pulls my ass against his waist in the elevator. He kisses the back of my neck and nibbles on my ear. I moan and sigh with each loving touch, I crave his affection more than ever. But I keep my hands down between my thighs, clutching my bladder. When he reach my floor, I grab his hand and walk to my door, quickly unlocking it and pulling him into the darkness. My hands fumble for a light switch but he is so urgent to feel my body, I lose focus and melt back into his touch.. We wander around my apartment to the kitchen, where he pours another glass of wine for us. I smile and take sip by sip, he kisses my neck with his glass in one hand. I feel myself moisten as his lips trail down my neck… down my body.. to between my hips. Placing our wine glasses down, I giggle and pull his head back up to my lips. “Daddy’s hungry?” I press my lips against his and push my chest up towards his body. “Very.” he responds with a smirk across his face. In one grand swoop, he picks me up and cradles me to my bedroom door, tossing me onto my bed. I suddenly remember how loose my bladder is, and I wince when my body flops against the bed. I tighten my thighs together and look up to him. He stands above me like a predator, choosing whether or not to feast on his prey. He looks at me with such desire. I melt as we lock eyes, and he falls on top of me, pinning my hands above my head while rubbing the rest of my body. I moan and whimper as he grabs my body with such power, I can’t help but loosen my legs. He can never know how much I’m holding back, and I really don’t want to interrupt his passion with a tinkle break, so I let him continue. His hands move up and down my body, and he reaches my bladder, and he feels it tighten. He smirks and squeezes me. I can’t help but whimper as my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Princess is holding? For me?” he says, rubbing his hand against my waist. I nod urgently, knowing that my secret has been let out. He knows exactly how to play with me. He grabs the inside of my thigh and flips me over, smacking my ass. I giggle and whimper in response to his dominant actions. “Take it easy on me daddy?” My voice comes out muffled against my bed. “Daddy does as daddy wishes, princess.” He tightens his hands over my wrists and kisses the back of my neck. My whole body tingles, and my hips squirm, tightening the muscles around my bladder. All the liquids I had that night are suddenly flooding into me and I pray to god there won’t be an accident. He tugs my panties down to my knees and reaches his hands underneath my dress. Dragging each finger up and down my thigh, teasing me. My body convulses as I hold back any urge to let my floods out and the urge to grab him while he fucks me purple. There is no hiding anything, he knows my movements all too well. I can push my hips down into the bed, but he knows that means I have to go badly. I could try and wiggle my wrists free, but he knows that shows just how incredibly horny I am. I hold still, and turn my head to the side as he plays with me. He traces the lines of my labias and rubs up and down my slit. He feels my clit and draws circle around it with his thumb. I pinch my eyes closed and wiggle my waist up against him. I moan and almost instantaneously, he stops playing with me. “Nuh uh, little girl. You sit still while I play with you,” he growls at me and thrusts two fingers inside me. I let out a soft gasp and tighten my thighs around his arm. My legs quiver as I loosen them around his arm. My whole body shakes as he holds onto me and I can’t help but let out a desperate moan. “Oh daddy, please let me go super duper quick!” I beg of him. He shakes his head and tightens his grip on my hips. “Nuh uh, girly, I think you can hold it longer. Don’t you think?” He wrestles my body back and pushes me up to my knees. I lay still for a moment, listening to the rattling of his belt, loosen from his waist and slide through the loops of his pants. He pulls my head up by my hair and wraps the belt around my neck, pulling tightly. He then allows me to bend back over and get on my hands and knees. He pushes down his pants and strokes his cock from behind me. Tapping it on my ass and running it up and down my soaking pussy, then surprises me with a thrust inside. I let out a loud moan but he tightens the belt once more around my neck as a signal to be a quiet little pet. He starts at a slow pace, move his hips back and forth, but then begins pushing harder and harder into me. He slaps my ass and thrusts deeper and deeper, pressing repeatedly onto my bursting bladder. I whimper as it gets harder and harder to hold in my pee. As he starts going faster, I find myself leaking a little onto his cock. He feels my warm piss drip and thrusts into me even more, spreading my legs with his hands. After pushing himself into me as much as possible he pulls out his cock and my bladder bursts all over him. I turn over and spread my legs wide open as I soak my sheets up with my warm urine. It feels like I’m peeing gallons upon gallons, but he strokes his member at the sight of how much I was keeping inside of me. I let out a louder moan when it reaches to the end, and I’m breathing heavily from the relief of having held all of that liquid inside me. Right as I’m coming to a stop, he shoots cum across my stomach. He bends over on top of me, climaxing and shaking, still humping the air. I grab his cock and rub it for him, placing it between my pussy lips and rubbing my clit against it. I giggle as he tightens the belt around my neck one last time. “Good job, baby girl,” he firms his grip on the belt “Don’t forget you’re mine.” He leans down and kisses my forehead and unloops the belt, kissing the new bruise across my neck. He does a final rub over my clit and I shake, still sensitive from my explosion. He takes the sheets off my bed and replaces them with new ones. After kissing me goodnight, he wraps his arms around me, and we both fall asleep, me with an empty bladder, and him with a satisfied cock.
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    This is posted in the wrong forum; video links and uploads. You should instead try omorashi general.
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    Well, Celia (Meagan's friend) lives in Bridgeport, which if I remember rightly is a fair ways from Banockburn. But I was wondering if anyone from the Chicagoland area would read and figure out which (quite real) sex toy store they visit. The best possible praise! Wow. Just... wow. This is the kind of comment that makes me blush and stammer and then resolve to go write more, so my fans can find out what happens next. But first I have to stare at the wall for a bit and process that I have fans at all. It's a strange feeling... and honestly a little moving. My life has hit some hiccups lately, and while I'm still a truly lucky skunk, living 62% of the dream, etc., it's really good to hear appreciation like this. Thank you, Flush. Thank you. But no, I didn't write this specifically catered to your tastes. I wrote them specifically catered to mine... but may I congratulate you on your excellent taste? I can pinpoint the exact moment when I realized I wasn't writing porn stories with somewhat improved characterization any more. When Meagan called Parker "God of All Hedgehogs" I realized these characters were having fun just talking to each other, and that I was basically writing a novel with kinky bits added on. So I think I'll spend the next hour or so writing!
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    Hello alltogehter! I need to tell you what happened to me today. :) I became the witness of a public wetting just in front of me! But let me start from the beginning: I was travelling home by train today after a long day at work and was happy to warm myself in the waggon (today we had -14°C). After a while, the train stopped at one of the stations and some people entered the waggon. With them there was a woman, about 40 years old, slim figure and when she took off her hood, long black hair came to light. She was carrying a pair of skis, sticks and a small backpack. She placed the skis and the sticks in the corner and came towards me and asked, if the seat next to me was free. I said yes and she put her backpack next to my seat and sat down on the seat at the opposite of me. Right after she placed her things, she asked me if I could look after them, because she needed to use the toilet. She said it with a kind of a painful smile. :) She was really cute and looked quiete good in her tight black ski pants. She walked quiete quickly towards the toilet and to my surprise (secretly to my joy) she came back very quickly and looked very disappointed and tensed. She let herself fall into her seat and immediately crossed her legs. She started whipping her leg up and down and looked down the aisle. After a while she started to sqiurm a little and sighed from time to time. I caught her glimpse and she looked at me with a painfull and desperate face. I asked if everything was allright. She answered, that she was bursting for the toilet and that the only loo in the train was defect and closed. My attention was now directed at her. She said, that she was skiing the whole day and had drunk a big coffe and a tea with rum before she left the slope. I asked her how far she would have to go by Train and she had to reach the staition which was one after mine and I had to travel at least 40 more minutes. I asked her, if she could hold it and she just answered "I don't know..." From now on I started to glance at her more and more often. I tried to engage her in a conversation to distract her from her urge but it didn't help. She uncrossed her legs and put her them side by side. She started to rub her thighs and looked more and more desperate (she also bit her lip a few times). Suddenly she stood up and stemmed her hands into her hips and said: "I just have to the toilet right now!" (in german: Ich muss jetzt wirklich dringend aufs Klo!) She sat down again and pressed her hand, formed to a fist, between her legs and put the other hand across her bladder. Because her pants were quiete tight I could imagine, that this was a very uncomfortable situation for her. Her face turned into a very painfull expression and she pressed both of her hands in her crotch. The rain was now about 10 minutes away from my station and I knew she would have to go for another 15 minutes for sure. And then she suddenly asked me, and this is no joke, she really asked me, if I would tell anyone, if she just let it go into her pants! ("Ich glaube, ich halte es wirklich nicht mehr aus. Würdest du es verraten, wenn ich einfach in die Hose machen würde?") My heart started beating about 200 times per hour. :) Because there were no other people immideately around us, I promised her, not to tell anyone and that she could do it. She seemed very faciliated and thanked me for my understanding. She said, that she woudln't do it while sitting at the seat. "I'll go over there" she said. With her thighs pressed together she stood next to her skis and sticks. She leaned against the wall and visibly relaxed. A few sconds there wasn't anything to see, but then her pants started to get soaked and the pee dribbled onto the floor. It also ran out of her trouser legs and onto the floor. She once glanced over to me and smiled with a very relaxed expression. It took about two minutes until she was empty. She came over to me and said, that she now felt way better ("Jetzt ist es viel besser.") She once asked me, please not to tell anyone and I promised it. She went over to her equipment and was standing in the middle of her own pee. I could see, that her pants were wet at her butt and the material was glittering a Little bit. When I left the Train I had to pass her and also tapped into the puddle she made. It was really turning on. ;) When I left the train I said good bye and she also did so with a little embarassed smile. When I came home, i just had to take care about my regions down under and enjoyed the massive orgasm. ;) Please forgive me the length of my story and my not so well english, but I just NEEDED to describe and share it with you. It was that excillarating for me, because a similar thing had happened to me in the summer last year and I posted my story with pictures. By the way: I recognized, that the trains, which I mostly take to go home, very often have closed or defect toilets. Maybe I will use this for my own matter to get into a situation, where I'm bursting for a wee and have no other choice than to relief myself. ;) I hope you enjoyed it and wish you a nice evening and a good night. See you soon! Jack
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    Anybody knows any flash omorashi game ? Any good Milovana ? Eg: https://milovana.com/webteases/showflash.php?id=35118
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