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  1. For the first time, it is not me who's desperate to pee, but my friend. I've always enjoyed omorashi because my boyfriend enjoyed watching me hold my pee, so I sort of derived my pleasure from my boyfriend. But watching my friend desperate today really made me understand why my boyfriend enjoyed watching me so much. Even though I'm not sexually attracted to girls, I actually found my friend rather cute when she was desperate (I'm so cold hearted XD), and I can only imagine how attractive it would be to a man. It all happened yesterday. If you have read my previous experience, you would know I'm overseas on an exchange programme in China, and that I am very close friends with my cousin's girlfriend, Ashley. Now, this time, it was Ashley who was desperate. We were going to have a girls-day-out together and I was to meet her in the morning by the bus stop. Ashley was 10 minutes late, which was unlike her, as she was usually punctual. It turns out she overslept, and had to rush out to meet me. Unlike me, Ashley is never shy, and she very plainly admitted she didn't have the chance to pee that morning. I told her to pee before we leave, but Ashley said the bus ride wouldn't take long, and that she felt slightly desperate only. The bus took about 10 minutes to arrive. During our wait, we chatted as usual, but I could see Ashley shifting her legs slightly, and I could tell she was getting more and more desperate. The bus eventually came, and the both of us stepped on. Five minutes in, Ashley tapped my arm. She was looking anxious and said her urge to pee was gaining really fast. I've always found the body gets used to the urge to pee in the morning, and makes it feel like you don't really have to pee, when in fact your bladder is already rather full. I guess Ashley's sensations finally kicked in now that she's settled down on a seat, and from her worried look, I could tell she had to pee really bad. She asked me whether we could get off at the next stop, and I said yes immediately. The next stop was still rather far away, and unfortunately for Ashley, we had arrived in a narrow street with four rows of traffic lights ahead. Cars were flooding the road from different corners, all being held back by the traffic lights. As you can imagine, there was a massive jam. Ashley saw this and I saw her bite her lips. She was holding herself with both hands and shaking on her seat. She looked so pitiful, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. The bus was still stuck in the traffic and Ashley looked pale from the urge to pee. She complained about wearing shorts instead of a skirt, since she could pee secretly in a bottle if she were in a skirt. Ashley was holding herself in a really awkward position and I was honestly really worried other passengers might see her, so I did my best to cover her up with my body. Ashley was so desperate she kept mumbling "I really need to pee!" in a teary voice. About 5 minutes later, the bus had only cleared a quarter of the street. Without warning, Ashley jumped from her seat and went to the driver. She was in tears when she pleased him to let her off the bus. The driver seemed reluctant as it was against the rules to let someone off somewhere outside a bus stop, but it was impossible to stay hard-hearted to a crying girl so clearly on the brink of peeing herself. So the driver let us off, and I could feel everyone's eyes on us as we left the bus. I can't help but feel the embarrassment I would have were I in Ashley's shoes. There were plenty of stores on the streets, but not a single public toilet. Ashley was so desperate she was resting her head on my shoulder as we stood there, clueless as to what to do next. Then I noticed a restaurant which had a toilet inside. Ashley immediately went over and asked if she could use the toilet. The restaurant was deserted and shady and gave me an unpleasant feeling. The man at the entrance said the toilets were for customers only, and he was leering at Ashley who was holding herself out of desperation. I guess Ashley did not like the looks of the man anymore than I did, for as desperate as she was, she dragged us out of there. Then we did the next best thing we could. People working in the shops around the area had to pee somewhere, so we asked the people there for directions to a nearby toilet. A sympathetic woman gave us directions, and I could hear her call Ashley 'you poor girl' as we left for the toilets. Ashley was having trouble walking straight, and she was holding herself with one hand while rubbing her bladder with the other. Thankfully, the streets weren't as full of people as they were of cars. We reached the public toilet, and at first we were glad not to find a line leading from the bathroom doors. But there were only two cubicles inside and both were occupied. Ashley stood there, shaking on spot, sobbing quietly as she resisted her full bladder. At last, she knocked on one of the doors to a locked cubical and said a very weak 'please hurry up'. But all we heard was a sniff from inside and nothing more. Ashley was so desperate she couldn't wait. She took off her shorts and started positioning herself on the sink. I was a little heart broken to see that we had to come to this but it was better than wetting oneself in public. Even as she was rolling her panties down, she started peeing. Some of it damped her panties, but she positioned herself on the sink in time to keep most of her pee away from her clothes. She must have peed for a minute. Thankfully no one stepped into the toilet and so no one else saw Ashley's embarrassing fiasco on the sink. By the time Ashley was finished she was blushing so much even her ears went red. But thankfully she didn't have to pee and embarrass herself in public. We laughed the whole incident off soon afterwards. But it really got me into thinking. I've always known that my bf enjoys watching me hold my pee, but now I think I actually understand why he does. Even though I'm a girl, and I'm not attracted to girls whatsoever, I actually found Ashley kind of cute when she needed to pee. I could only assume men would find it much more attractive than I do.
  2. Female Envy

    It was really sweet seeing you say this^^, honestly I'm surprised men are envious of the inconveniences of being a girl. I've actually been a bit envious (though the other way around) that men can pee outside more conveniently than girls do, which would've came in handy in some desperate situations. Also, skirts aren't 100% stain free, it depends on your posture and the length of the skirt, and walking with wet panties on is a pretty disgusting feeling. But if you take your panties off, you'll end up in taut spirits for the rest of the day out of fear someone might peek under your skirt with no panties on.
  3. My high school years have been marred by teachers who have think adolescents should be old enough to manage their bladder without having to take bathroom breaks from class. Omorashi is only ever pleasant when there is no humiliation entailed (at least for me) and as a student who has suffered from this, I really hope you'd start letting your students pee when they have to. Over time, your students, especially the girls, will start to hide the fact that they need to pee, knowing that you wouldn't let them, just to avoid the embarrassment of being denied and drawing the attention of the whole class. That means they'd end up holding their pee quielty even when they're dying to go. You don't know how it feels to be bursting in class, or you would've let your students go. There's the fear of wetting yourself, the anxiety from watching the clock slowly tick its way till recess, the embarrassment when others see you holding yourself when it's too much, and of course the desperation. Students learn to dread those teachers with strict bathroom policies, and it's the first step of being a hated teacher rather than a popular one. I really hope you'd start letting your students bathroom breaks, for your sake as much as for theirs.
  4. Too shy to pee

    Yea, I know he's just doing his job but all he cared about was his 2 dollars, even when I was obviously dying to pee.
  5. Too shy to pee

    Haha thanks ^^ but I hope this will be my last post because I'm really trying to get rid of my shyness problem, which has led to most of the incidents I shared here XD
  6. Too shy to pee

    That's what I do whenever I'm feeling shy to admit my needs, otherwise I would have had a few more stories to share here XD but it was a bit different this time, since there weren't toilets around and we were out in the sea. Haha yea, I'm kind of little-miss-perfectionist when it comes to detailing experiences so I include the original words verbatim whenever I can. I can speak Cantonese and Mandarin fairly well but I read and write much better in Chinese.
  7. Too shy to pee

    Thanks for saying that, you've always been so kind to me :) but I guess luckily for me, the only people who saw were Ashley, Jason and the man in front of the bathroom doors. The woman in the bathroom eventually came out and she saw me in my wet shorts, but she didn't see me pee myself.
  8. Too shy to pee

    I've always found myself in desperate situations because I was too shy to voice my bladder's needs. I've been working hard to correct this problem of mine, and though I still can't get rid of that awkward feeling when I announce I have to pee, I've definitely found myself in desperate situations less frequently than in the past. Last week, however, my old problems came back. I'm currently on an exchange programme in China (the southern part), where half of my family (my mother's side) resides. It was a good chance for me to catch up with my friends on this part of the world. It all started with my cousin's girlfriend, Ashley (I guess it's fine to use her name as long as I don't give her surname). Ashley and I are really good friends and we were planning on some sort of girl's day out having not seen each other for so long. We debated on a bunch of options, and finally, she suggested going rowing with her boyfriend (my cousin). I agreed. The day was really hot and naturally I drank a lot of water. We went to the countrysides near the sea and rented a boat. My bladder was pulsing slightly when we stepped in but there were no toilets around that area, and I thought we could always decide when to go back to shore, so I could still go to the toilets whenever I wanted to. Part of me wished Ashley needed to pee too, so I wouldn't have to be the one to suggest a bathroom trip. Jason, my cousin, took up the oars and started ploughing us through the waters further and further away from the shore. The distance we were gaining from the shore unsettled me a little, and I felt a slight urge in my bladder. Ashley kept drinking and she looked as calm as ever. At last, we had reached a considerable distance from the shore and Jason took out some fishing line and bait. I looked to the shore and part of me wanted to tell them I needed to pee. But that would seem a little selfish seeing as Jason had only just brought us here. I squeezed my legs tightly together and resolved to tell them about 30 minutes later. I was confident I could hold it in for that long, and I was hoping Ashley would have to pee herself and suggest we go back to shore. And so I waited. We chatted as we waited for our fish and we had a lovely conversation catching up and all. But I was partly distracted throughout by my ever increasing urge to pee. I was rubbing my legs together a little and I wondered whether any of them had to pee too. Thirty minutes passed and I felt like peeing really badly. None of the others seemed desperate to pee though. Jason had caught a fish and they were both very excited. They seemed anything but inclined to turn back to the shore. I didn't want to break their fun but I knew I had to soon if I were to avoid an accident. After who-knows-how-long, I was reaching a truly desperate point. We were all facing different directions on the boat and I did something risky and stupid. I pulled down the zipper of my shorts and gave my pee hole a squeeze. This works every time and the relief was instant. But I couldn't keep holding myself like that in case the others noticed. My panties were still dry but my knees were jelly from the effort of holding my pee in. To my demise, Jason offered to row further into the sea. Ashley agreed and I knew I had to tell them about my predicament. But when the words came to my mouth, I felt a great embarrassment and said a half-hearted 'yes'. I felt like crying when Jason took up the oars and started pushing us further away from the shore. Now that we weren't fishing, Ashley moved up next to me and started chirping away. I was so desperate I really couldn't talk much, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyelids. Ashley noticed of course and my legs were curled up into a tight knot. She whispered to my ear whether I was having my periods and I shook my head. I told her, almost crying, in my rusty Cantonese (she's from Hong Kong so she speaks Chinese) "好急尿啊!"(I really need to pee!) Ashley immediately bounded to Jason and told him to turn back, after announcing to the world that I really need to pee. Jason calmly turned the boat back. I could feel my bladder giving in to the huge mass of pee I was holding in. I bent down and cupped my hands on my va**** and the urge to pee lessened slightly. The shore seemed so far away. Ashley comforted me and kept saying "就到啦" (we're nearly there) but the rocking boat wasn't helping and tiny spurts of pee kept gushing out. I bent down and squeezed myself tightly to stop it, and my hands were red from gripping on my shorts. The whole situation would have been so less embarrassing if Ashley was the only one around, but I could feel my cheeks flaming knowing that Jason was watching. At long last we reached the shore. We returned the boat and asked for directions to the toilet. It was really far away but at least we knew the way. I tried to act natural but the urge was too much and I was literally marching on spot holding myself. Several men were leering at me nearby and I felt like crying from the embarrassment. If only I had been less shy and peed earlier! I might have avoided all this. We went to the directions of the toilets, half-walking, half-running. But it didn't seem right and no sign of a toilet appeared. I was starting to panic and I kept looking for spots near trees and bushes where I could squat down and pee in private. But there were occasional passers-by everywhere and it was impossible to find privacy. We eventually stopped at a crossroad completely lost. I crouched on the ground and started crying. Ashley asked me "忍得住嗎?" (can you hold it in) and I shook my head. I really thought I would pee myself then and there. Then an old lady appeared and asked us whether we needed help. We told them we needed to find the toilets. She said she knew seeing how 'that young lady (me) is obviously really desperate" The old lady said she's sees people here everyday looking for the bathrooms and started telling me how holding my pee is bad for my body and before she could continue, Ashley cut her off and asked her for directions. She told us. It wasn't far from where we were. The toilets appeared soon enough. It composed of two doors, with a cartoon of a guy peeing in the bush on the right door and a cartoon of a girl in a dress holding herself, apparently running, on the left door. Obviously that's how things are often done here, guys pee in the bush while girls come running desperate, like I am, to this toilet. There was a man sitting in front of the doors and I knew he was there to suck up money from desperate people needing to pee who can't refuse. I was so desperate I was holding myself while half bending down, and the man addressed me directly, asking for two dollars. It struck me I had no loose change, and I turned frantically to Ashley for help. Ashley rummaged through her purse, which had a thousand compartments, and found only a dollar. This isn't the first time I've been denied to pee because I didn't have loose change and I hated myself for my habit of getting rid of loose change. I had no choice and started pleading the man to make an allowance. "我真的好急,好急" (I really need to go) I kept repeating this but the man seemed bored, like he's already seen thousands desperate people without loose change pleading him before me. He told me to go buy something from the store next to the toilets to get some change. But Ashley was already there and she ran to me with the change she'd just got. It would've been the end of it all but for a twist of luck for the worse. I handed him the change and ran to the door with the cartoon of the desperate girl, and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge. I kept twisting the door noob frantically until a rasp and very angry woman's voice told me to wait. I could feel my pee coming out and I kept knocking on the door, "求你快點,我忍不住啦" (please hurry, I can't hold it) but the woman inside ignored my pleas. I looked to Ashley and she pointed to the door on the right. It was the men's room and the guy guarding the toilet told me I wasn't allowed to use it. I had to wait for the woman to finish then but she was taking forever. I knocked several times and pleaded her to let me pee first, but she ignored me. It was too much, and I felt warm liquid passing through my fingers as I held myself. I was peeing uncontrollably. I peed for so long, I left a huge puddle on the floor. This is the first time I truly wet myself in public. I wouldn't have known what to do if it weren't for Ashley. She took out a pair of new shorts she had just bought that day and lent them to me. My panties were wet so I had to discard them but luckily, I had tissues with me which I slipped into Ashley's shorts to prevent the zip from scratching me. Ashley was such a big help and I thank her deeply for it. So that's what happened. It's been a while since I had been that desperate in public and the first time I ever peed myself in public. And thank you if you took the time to hear me out on my ramblings :)
  9. Ethnicity and omorashi

    That's the land of Chopin XD ^^
  10. Ethnicity and omorashi

    I'm just really curious what different regions of people this site has attracted. I'm sure a huge portion are from English speaking regions, since most people converse in English here. But I'm just curious to see what different regions people here come from. I'm really keen to see whether there are any Japanese members here since after all 'omorashi' is a Japanese term. Don't want to give too much about myself away: I am from Australia, but I'm half Asian as well, so I speak Chinese too. 我也很喜歡講中文!how about you? ^^ (sorry if this question feels like an invasion of privacy but I guess mentioning a country wouldn't hurt)
  11. Bursting on a plane

    Oh it's just a really stupid thing of mine. I don't know whether it's legal or not (like what some other comments here have argued for) but I just feel embarrassed when I refer to my private parts directly. It's really stupid don't you think XD
  12. Girl in need of help

    Yes I agree with Dynamic, and I'm really thankful you all took the time to tell me this. And don't worry, my boyfriend doesn't mind if I use his phone, but I do think I'm in the wrong for sharing his journal here ... I looked into his journal out of pure curiousity, and it was mostly about his university stuff, with a whole bunch of incomprehensible scientific terms. But I found this stuffed in midst of his journal and I was really hurt to find I was putting him through this much guilt. Anyway, I'm pretty reassured as to what to do now thanks to some of the other kind comments people have left here. Thank you for being kind with me too :)
  13. Girl in need of help

    That's exactly what I needed to know, you're totally right. And don't worry about the long message, it was really kind of you to take the time to advise me on my problems, when I should've dealt with them alone. Thank you :)
  14. Girl in need of help

    It was really kind of you to tell me this, I appreciate it very much. While my boyfriend has no qualms with me using his phone (he doesn't lock it and always leaves it lying around), I have to agree that he wouldn't have liked it if I shared it here. He doesn't say anything about his journal and I don't he expects me to pay much attention to it, since most of it is a record of his university work to keep himself on track. But you're right, it was really stupid for me to ask for opinions here if it meant revealing his journal.
  15. Girl in need of help

    My boyfriend and I have been occasionally having some omorashi fun, and I always thought he enjoyed it as much as I did. But then I saw this in his journal in his phone, and I never would have thought he thought about it this way. He always seems so confident and bold, I never thought he had so much considerations and fears about it. Below is what he wrote in his journal. I'm posting this with his phone. And a word of warning, my boyfriend describes things in much more vivid detail than I do, probably because he never intended anyone to read this, so there's some serious adult material down there. I'm actually surprised he has the photographic ability to recall events perfectly like I do when I share my experiences. I'm a little hesitant about sharing this, but I guess it's ok for this site. I really want your opinion on this, so I beg you for your time and patience: "We did it again. This time, she suggested that I lock the door to the bathroom while I take charge of the key. I agreed. It's only two days since we last did it and I honestly recommend some more rest before she puts herself under this strain again. But seeing her stand there, in that simple white T shirt, and that tiny little skirt of hers makes it impossible to resist. And so I locked the door to the bathroom, and was resolved to make her hold it to her breaking point. She drank her water, and we resumed our work and studies while we waited for her bladder to fill. She sat at the kitchen table, doing her work, and I could see her rubbing her full belly. She must have drank a lot of water. Poor girl, I feel a little guilty for making her do this. After an hour or so, I could see her crossing her legs under the table. Her brows were furrowed and it seemed like she found it hard to concentrate on her work. She squeezed her legs together and started rubbing them against each other. I love how every time when she needs to pee, she always starts off by crossing and squeezing her legs. I let her hold it while we focused on our work. Somehow my studies accelerated during this period thanks to my increased focus. I could see her edging towards the corner of her seat, and rubbing her vagina silently against the corner. She said she does this while she was in high school when she wasn't allowed to use the bathroom. Her brows were furrowed and she kept biting her lower lip. Was she doing this on purpose? Does she know just how impossibly sexy she can be? She looked up and saw me staring at her, and she immediately blushed. I can't resist the look when she's shy. I've said this to myself so many times. I feel guilty for liking to see her feel embarrassed. I feel like I'm not worthy for all that she's done for me. We gave it another 30 minutes. She was really desperate now. Her hand reached down and she squeezed her vagina. She stood up and walked with a bent waist over to me. Her cheeks were pink, probably from the heat. Her skirt crumpled as she held herself, revealing more of her legs. She's so cute when she puts on a miniskirt. She rested her head on my shoulder. "I really need to pee now." I fought the urge to touch her, and instead I had an idea of trying something new. I told her to try holding it without using her hands. She seemed surprised but she took her hand away. She started to squirm in her seat, while rubbing her legs together. She looked at me with longing eyes as if asking for permission to hold herself. She kept giving out these little moans 'ooh' 'ah' that made me hard just by hearing it. Finally she said "can I please hold myself, I can't hold it anymore!" I nodded. She stuffed her hands under her skirt, and bent down, burying her face between her legs, her long hair flowing down her side. I was worried I might have hurt her, but then she looked up, with a painful smile on her beautiful face, "I really need to go." She was holding herself under her skirt. I love it when she does that. I can only imagine what her hands are doing down there. She looked so desperate, I feel bad for enjoying this. I've always had. She stood up and leaned her butt against the wall, crossing her legs into an X, she thrust her hands under her skirt and started shaking silently. I went over to her. She didn't look at me. I lifted her skirt. She gasped in surprise when I did, and I saw that both her hands were stuffed inside her panties. She looked very shy and I decided to go further. I took her panties off, and she grew even redder. What kind of monster am I? Who does this to the girl he loves? She pulled her skirt out of my hand and covered up her bare legs. After all this time she's still embarrassed to show me her vagina. She looked into my eyes and I could see a tear dangling in her eyes. It breaks my heart whenever I see that. I wanted to give her the key and let her pee, but I can't resist watching her holding herself, she looks so hot with her body bent while wearing that skirt. I told her to describe how badly she had to go. "I'm about to burst!" Like every time when she's up to her limit. I led her slowly to the table. Then I took her hands out of her skirt, and gently pushed her vagina to the corner of the table. She let out a little squeal, but she didn't resist. She bent down with her vagina against the corner and started rubbing against it. I asked her whether it helped and she gave me a faint smile. Her position was irresistible. I lifted the back of her skirt and touched her butt. I wanted to finger her but I knew she would pee herself quickly. So I just ran my palm over her butt and she didn't seem to mind. Another shot of guilt went through me as I watched her rub against the table. I can't believe I'm making her do this. She used to be so innocent and happy. Now I've led her into this. I'm a bad influence. Is this how you treat someone you love? Her panting became more and more strained. She turned her head and looked at me "it isn't helping anymore, I'm really about to pee myself, can I please have the key?" I told her to hold it a little longer. She lifted her skirt and squeezed her vagina with her middle and index finger like a pair of scissors. She has no idea how hot she is. She rubbed her belly with her other hand, and she kept looking at the bathroom door. She looks so cute when she needs to pee. I love her, and I hate myself for putting her through this. She asked me for the keys again. I refused. She hopped over next to the bathroom door, and continued to hold herself. She was squeezing herself so hard I was afraid she might hurt herself. She asked me for the keys again. I don't think I've ever seen her this desperate. "Please, I'm not playing now!" I was torn between two sides of myself. She tried the locked door but it didn't open. Then she knelt down with her elbow jammed against her vagina. She was panting very hard, and she finally let out a really high pitches "Ooh!" And I saw pee coming out of her legs. She covered her vagina with her hand but pee gushed out uncontrollably. It might have been a minute before it ended. It's the first time I actually made her hold it till she lost control. I led her into the bathroom. I took our clothes off and turned on the shower. (He goes into great length to describe what we did next, I don't want to share that here.) Then we went to sleep after cleaning up. Even after what I did to her tonight she still hugs as me as she sleeps. I can't sleep. I can't after having forced the love of my life to pee herself, and enjoying it while she suffered. She acts like she doesn't mind now, but what if she's hiding her pain? People always claim men and women are equal. I disagree. Women are vastly superior to men. She would never have enjoyed it if I was put into the pain I put her in. Even after what I've done you, you still love me don't you? " I almost cried after reading this. I thought he enjoyed omorashi as much as I did, but it turns out I was making him feel bad about it. What should I do?