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  1. Gemmy

    Any DDLC omorashi?

    I need a cute squirmy sayori in my life 😍
  2. My mum has some great pictures like this. I remember when I was a younger we had a party at our house. The adults were hanging out in the living room and kitchen whilst the kids were mostly hanging out upstairs. I had gone downstairs to get some food and a drink when my mum saw me and asked me to come and be in some pictures. She took a few and then one of the people at the party stood up, announcing she was going to the toilet but didn't get far before she realised someone was already using it. My mum insisted on taking some more photos and I remember the woman squirming and crossing her legs telling my mum too hurry up and take the pictures because she was bursting for a wee. Whenever we look through old photos I come across those pictures and to anyone else they are just nice pictures of people at a party but when you look at the woman she is standing, legs crossed, hands against her thighs and it always turns me on remembering that in those pictures she was dying to pee and if the pictures were gifs she would be squirming and wiggling.
  3. Gemmy

    Any DDLC omorashi?

    I would love to see some DDLC omorashi. I didn't know I needed it until right now.
  4. Gemmy

    female Beaten To Relief

    "Yeah bye guys" said Megan as she hugged her friends. It was probably the tenth time she had said goodbye and hugged everyone, but it was always the same whenever they were together. It didn't matter what they were doing, morning coffee or a night out, when it was time to leave they would say goodbye and then end up standing and chatting somewhere, ending up in a cycle of hugging and saying goodbye over and over until eventually they parted ways. That's exactly what had happened again. They had left the club almost 20 minutes ago and had ended up stood in the town square talking before they had to split up and go their separate ways. They had been out to celebrate Laura's birthday. The evening had started with a meal at a lovely Italian restaurant then they had gone around the towns hotspots, drinking and dancing the night away. It was now almost 2:30 in the morning and Megan was ready for home. Her feet ached from all the dancing, she was getting tired and she was getting cold. She remembered the days in her early 20's when she could stay out all night, not being bothered by the cold or aches, and would end up getting home at 7 o'clock in the morning when the sun was coming up. Not anymore though. She was happy to come out and have fun but was no longer one for stopping out. Eventually after yet another round of hugs they finally parted ways and her and Lucy headed off towards the train station to get a taxi whilst the others went off to walk home. Lucy was spending the night at Megan's, as was the norm on a Saturday night. They might be too mature to be stopping out all night but they were never too old for a sleepover. They gradually made their way along the High Street towards the train station, chatting and gossiping about the evening. Suddenly Lucy stopped and said "it's no good, I'm going to have to take these off". She grabbed Megan's shoulder for support and lifted her leg up so she could get to the straps of her shoes. Megan knew the feeling, her feet were definitely aching but at least her shoes were more flat, Lucy had opted for heels. "LUCY!!!" exclaimed Megan as she looked down and saw straight up her friends skirt. "at least find somewhere to sit down and take your shoes off, you are flashing your knickers to everyone". Lucy just laughed and said "pffft like I care…. See they don't mind either" she added, smiling cheekily at a group of guys passing who were enjoying the view and whistling. Megan shook her head laughing, Lucy had always been the same. That was where she and her friend differed. Lucy had never cared about how she dressed or what she showed off, she definitely wasn't shy. Megan wasn't shy either, she was just more careful with such things. Which is why for their night out she had chosen a cute white romper suit rather than a short skirt. She knew that her white lacy thong was semi visible through the material of her romper, she didn't mind that, in fact, she kind of liked catching guys looking and wondering whether they were checking out her curves or enjoying the sight of her little lace knickers. A teasing glimpse was one thing, she wasn't about to give everyone a full up-skirt view like Lucy was currently doing. It took Lucy a few minutes to undo all the straps of her heels and get them off. Once she had them in her hand she let out a sigh of happiness and they continued towards the train station, making their way through the throng of late night revellers. Eventually they reached the train station and walked on past it and the dozens of white taxis parked outside. It would have been easy to just jump into one and head home but these taxis were owned and run by the council and from past experiences used a meter system and could end up being expensive. They much preferred to use the private hire taxi firm just next to the station. It might mean waiting a little while but they would rather wait and save money. As expected, when they reached the little taxi office, there was a queue of people waiting outside which Megan and Lucy joined the back of. There weren’t too many people in front of them waiting so Megan knew it shouldn’t take too long. As they stood chatting cars started arriving back pretty regularly for their next pick up and the queue was moving along pretty quickly. Lucy’s phone pinged with a message and as she got her phone out and was reading the message Megan looked around to see how many people had joined the queue behind them. There weren’t too many behind them. As she turned to look back to see how many were in front she saw a young couple standing across the square. The guy standing against the wall while the girl was looking around. It was obvious that the guy was peeing against the wall, it was quite a common sight to see on nights out and seeing him made Megan aware of her own bladder. Whilst standing in the queue she had felt the growing need to pee but seeing the guy had made her more aware of just how much her need was growing. She had been for a wee before they had left the club but that was now almost 40 minutes ago, no wonder she was feeling the need to pee. She knew her bladder would fill up quite quickly thanks to the many cheap cocktails they had gotten throughout the night. She glanced up the queue and saw that they were 4 from the front so it shouldn’t be too much longer. It was another 10 minutes before they reached the front. Now Megan was very aware of her bladder. She was definitely feeling a constant need now and had they still been in the club she would have been heading for the ladies. Still, it wouldn’t take long to get home once their taxi arrived. A few minutes later a car pulled up next to the queue and the guy standing in the office doorway asked where they were going. Megan gave him their destination and he shouted into the office the car number and the destination. As he did a woman standing a few places back in the queue walked forward and said that she was going to the same town and asked if they wanted to share. The guy asked where and when the woman gave her address Megan knew where it was and realised it was on the way so agreed that they could share. Lucy and Megan got into the back seat and the woman got into the front and gave the driver her address for the first drop off. They set off and the woman in the front seat started making conversation, asking Megan and Lucy about their evening. Lucy told her where they had been and asked about her evening. As Lucy and the woman, who introduced herself as Sally, chatted, Megan looked out of the window, watching as they drove out of town. Given the early hour the roads were dead so it was plain sailing, apart from a few traffic light stops. On the outskirts of town they came to what would have usually been a busy intersection during the day but at this time there was no other traffic to be seen. Yet they were sat a red light waiting for it to change. Sally moaned at the red light. “Really? Come on already there are no other cars, why are you taking so long”. As if the lights could hear her complaint they changed to green. She laughed and said “that's better ...ooooh, hopefully we don’t get any more stupid lights like that holding us up, I really need a wee”. Megan knew how she felt. Her need had continued growing and now she was absolutely busting for a wee. She had been subtly squirming and fidgeting in her seat, trying not to make it too obvious how much she needed to go. She laughed to herself, here she was trying to hide the fact she needed to pee and this complete stranger had just openly announced it. She squirmed again as a wave of need hit her and she squeezed her thighs tightly together. Not much longer to go she told herself. Now they were out of town it should only take 5 minutes before they were at their little town. 5 minutes later and they were coming down the hill into their little town. 5 minutes that would have usually been nothing, seemed like so much longer when you are busting for a wee, Megan thought to herself as her need kept getting worse. It had been over an hour now since she had last been for a wee and boy did she know about it. She found herself thinking about that guy peeing on the wall, jealous that he got to empty his bladder and found relief. She was now bursting and finding it harder to hide the fact she was. She had to keep squirming and shifting, trying to find a position that would help her ease the ever growing pressure between her legs. With her focus on her need to pee she completely forgot about Sally in the front seat and was confused when they turned off the main road. When she realised why she also realised that this little detour to drop her off first would add another five minutes to their journey. Five more minutes until she got home and could relieve her bladder. Her situation wasn't helped by Sally, who now was almost home, was commenting on how badly she needed to pee. As they pulled up outside Sally’s house she opened her handbag and started fishing out change to pay her fare. Megan wanted to tell her to hurry up but was too embarrassed to say anything. Eventually she found enough money and paid the driver. She said goodnight and got out of the car. As she quickly walked up the path to her front door Megan felt a sense of jealousy that in a matter of minutes Sally would be able to pee. Part of her wanted to ask if she could use her bathroom but there was no way she could ask a complete stranger to use their bathroom. As the car pulled off again she told herself it wasn’t far till home, just a few more minutes till she could take a much needed wee. It was all she could think about. Her entire focus was on her bursting bladder and her aching pussy, focusing on holding on and keeping her knickers dry. She was bordering on desperate. That stage where she would go from bursting and the feeling of almost wetting herself to being at the point of really having to hold back to avoid an accident. As they drove across town to her house all Megan could do was focus on holding on and making it home. By the time they pulled into her street Megan was fully desperate. Each wave of desperation that hit her made her feel like she was about to start wetting herself and she had to really hold back and clenched her muscles tight. The car came to a stop outside her house and she quickly pulled money out of her purse and paid the driver. As she stood up out of the car she had to give herself a quick squeeze to stop from having an accident. Once she felt she was back in control she quickly walked over to her front door followed by Lucy who was chattering away but she had no clue what she was saying, she could only concentrate on one thing. She fished her keys out of her bag and thrust them into the door. Relief was so close, just open the door, get inside, dash up the stairs to the bathroom and the toilet, not much longer, just hold on for a little longer, she muttered to herself. She pushed the door open and went inside. The moment the door opened a few trickles escaped into her knickers. That sense that relief was so close was intensifying her desperate need to new levels and she couldn’t stop it. She moved inside and threw her purse on the table. All she had to do was take her shoes off. As she lifted her leg to undo the clasp on her shoe more trickles escaped, dampening her knickers. As she lifted her other leg to take off her other shoe she heard something that almost made her wet herself on the spot. Lucy had followed in behind her and having her shoes in her hand just threw them down. She moved past Megan and headed for the stairs. “I will sort out my half of the taxi and drinks with you in a minute Meg’s, before I do anything else I’ll have to go to the loo, I’m almost weeing myself”. Before Megan could say anything Lucy had dashed upstairs. Megan kicked off her other shoe and started dancing on the spot. Relief had been so close and then taken away. She started leaking and grabbed herself tightly to try and stop. “Oh god oh god please please hurry up Lucy” she said aloud to herself as she hopped from foot to foot desperately trying to stop herself from leaking anymore. She moved through into the kitchen and stood leaning on the counter, one hand steadying herself, the other pushing against her aching pussy, trying in vain to hold on. She could feel her fingers getting wet as her bladder pushed hard, crying out for relief, causing her to leak uncontrollably. She crossed her legs tight, clenched her muscles, did anything she could to try and hold on just a little longer until Lucy had finished in the bathroom. Each second felt like an eternity, the leaks kept on coming. She was starting to have an accident and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She needed to wee, she couldn’t wait, she HAD to wee. No matter how much she told herself to hold on, that she could make it, her body protested and caused her to leak more. She tried to move towards the stairs. At least if she went upstairs she would be closer to the bathroom when Lucy finished. With each step more pee leaked out into her knickers, she could feel the crotch of her romper was getting wet now too. Suddenly a long spurt shot out into her knickers and began to run down her leg. In that moment she knew had two options. She was never going to make it upstairs without having a full blown accident. She either had to find somewhere she could pee and fast or she would wet herself. She quickly looked around. She wasn’t going to pee into the kitchen sink, that was gross. There had to be something, anything she could pee into. Then she realised what she could use. She dashed over to the cupboard and opened it. She quickly pulled out the mop bucket and pulled off the drainer attachment and placed it on the floor. Having found a solution her bladder was pushing harder and harder causing uncontrollable spurts. She instinctively went to pull down her shorts then realised with horror she was wearing a romper. She cursed her past self for choosing this outfit and reached round to try and unzip the back. She danced and squirmed and squeezed her legs, desperately trying to reach the zip to get herself free. Eventually she grabbed the zip and started pulling it down. As she did the spurts got worse. She was about to wet herself. She hurriedly pulled the zipper down and tried pulling her arms out of the sleeves. She managed to get her top half free when she felt it. She knew she was about to lose all control, she tried stopping it but she could feel it coming. Without thinking she sat down on the mop bucket to avoid a mess and let out a loud sigh as she started peeing full force through her knickers and her romper. It felt so good she lost herself in the feeling. The feeling of that intense pressure being released, her aching bladder being emptied, the wonderful feeling of blissful release. She was so caught up in the feeling she hadn’t noticed Lucy come back downstairs. “erm ...Megs?” Megan looked up and found Lucy staring at her looking shocked. She came to her senses and realised she was sitting, half naked, peeing through her clothes into a mop bucket. She sheepishly looked at Lucy and told her that in the taxi she had been desperate to pee and when Lucy had beaten her to the bathroom she had to find an alternative. “You should have said you muppet, I would have let you go first had I known”. Laughed Lucy. “I would have said but I didn’t know you needed to go too, I just expected to come in and dash straight upstairs”. Replied Megan blushing. She realised she had finished and stood up to inspect the damage. Her white romper was completely soaked around her crotch and bum and had gone see through. She peeled it off and felt her knickers which were also soaked through. She dashed upstairs and took them off, throwing them and her romper in the bath to wash through. After she had run them through with water she left them to deal with in the morning. She went and put on her pyjamas and went back downstairs. Blushing deeply as she walked into the living room where Lucy was sat. Lucy smiled when she saw her best friend all embarrassed and teased her about it before adding “Meg’s you think this phases me, I have seen you do much more embarrassing stuff when we were younger, and honestly, I have peed in much more strange and weird places when I have been desperate and someone has been in the bathroom. I could tell you a story or two that would make what you have just done seem quite tame. “Yeah, knowing you like I do I can believe that” laughed Megan. “I will make us a drink and you can tell me one of those stories now to make me feel better”. “Hehe, I guess I can do that,” replied Lucy with a cheeky on smile on her face. “The question is, which one do I tell you?”
  5. Very nice story. Adorable and very sweet ❤️
  6. Gemmy

    Desperate Diversion

    Thanks 😊😘 I am hoping to get back to writing more stories, I have a few scenarios in mind.
  7. Janey sighed as she sank into the drivers seat of her car. She had only walked across the car park from her office yet she was substantially wet from the rain that had been pouring for the better part of three days. A state that had only added to her bad mood brought on by the stressful week she had had at work. She worked for a large firm that manufactured and supplied stoneware products for building and decorative purposes. Janey worked in the IT department, she had started working there on the help desk but had since transferred across to the human resources side of the IT department dealing with the software and programs the employees used, their login details and inputting all employee details and permissions whenever new programs were introduced to the system. She much preferred this than simply been the point of call for people having trouble with their computers, at least with this role she felt like she had more of a challenge. And boy this week had been a challenge. Somewhere in some meeting some directors had decided that the portal system used by employees was going to be changed and moved to a whole new piece of software. This meant not only had the software needed inputting and calibrating, it had meant that every employee's data had to be transferred across. Whilst not a difficult job it had proved time consuming and threw up all manner of problems. Which is why for the past week she had been working late every evening and feeling constantly stressed. But, now it was Friday, the move over had mostly been done and she could have a relaxing, hopefully stress free weekend. She pulled off her cardigan which was quite wet and threw it in the back seat. Not much she could do about her wet blouse and skirt, she didn't fancy the idea of driving home in just her underwear, giving people a show. She pulled out of the car park and headed for home, dreaming of her pyjamas and her couch by the fire. As she made it on the main road her dream of a relaxing evening had led to her deciding to call at the supermarket and treat herself to a bottle of wine and some chocolates, after the week she had she deserved it. She noticed that traffic on the main road was slightly busier than usual but given the pouring rain and blustering wind she wasn't too surprised. As the traffic slowly moved along she noticed the first signs of needing to pee. Nothing unusual there, she had the same thought most days driving home work. The multiple coffees she consumed throughout the afternoon always caught up with her as she was driving home and each day she wondered to herself why she never thought to have a wee before she left. Not that it mattered. Her drive home took about 20 minutes, 30 tops if traffic was heavy so she never had much issue, sure some days she got home squirming a little but she had had much worse on nights out. That was probably why it never occurred to her to pee before she left the office. It wasn't long before she pulled off and parked up in the supermarket's car park. Usually she would get distracted by the clothes section and the entertainment section but today Janey was on a mission. She headed straight to the wine aisle and spent a few minutes browsing the wide selection before choosing a nice French red with a fancy sounding name. If she was being honest she knew nothing about wine except it tasted nice and came in three colours. With her wine in hand she found the chocolate aisle and picked up a few treats for herself. She looked at the pile of chocolate in her hands and decided she should probably eat something somewhat proper first so went and found herself some dinner. With everything she needed she headed off to the checkout and got in line. Whilst waiting she was aware of the guy at the next checkout over looking at her, well, more than looking at her, checking her out. Something she was used to. She wasn't egotistical by any means but she knew she was attractive to the opposite sex and often captured the male gaze. She was told her friends that she had "curves in the right places". Namely her boobs, hips and butt, which were definitely where this guy was focusing his attention. It was then she realised why. The rain had made her blouse go slightly see through and her lacy pink bra was on display. At least I have a bra on she laughed to herself and was thankful her skirt was black otherwise her matching pink thong would be visible too. She paid for her items and gave the guy a cheeky smile before leaving and heading back to her car, once again getting rained on. When she got to her car she once again felt wet but at least it was only 15 minutes till home then she could strip off and jump in a nice warm shower. It took a few minutes to get out of the car park and back onto the main road. The weather was really making the traffic slow she thought as she finally joined the stream of traffic heading out of town. It was only when she was looking out of the window at some people running through the rain and splashing in the puddles that she was made aware once again of her bladder. This time a lot more needy than before and she realised that in her mission to get wine she had been completely distracted from her need. Had she not been she might have considered using the bathroom at the supermarket but it was too late for that now. Still even with traffic being slow it wouldn't be long before she was home so she put the thought to the back of her mind and focused on the story the DJ was telling on the radio. After ten minutes of slow moving traffic she realised that it couldn't just be the weather causing so much traffic, something must have happened somewhere. Sometimes if there was an accident on the motorway the traffic would come off and take the A roads through town causing congestion. Maybe with the weather being so bad an accident had occurred. Whatever it was there was nothing she could do other than steadily make her way home. A couple of miles down the road the cause of the heavy traffic became apparent. It wasn’t an accident, at least not the kind Janey was thinking of. As she approached the river on the outskirts of town she saw that the main road bridge was closed off and that traffic was being diverted. As she got closer to the intersection, she saw a guy dressed top to toe in high vis clothing standing next to signs saying diversion. She saw him talking to people and as she approached she wound her window down. The guy informed her that the increased rainfall had caused the river to swell and rise and that the structural supports in the centre of the bridge had shown signs of weakness so the bridge had been closed until inspections could be carried out. Then he pointed out the diversion signs and apologised for any inconvenience. Janey thanked him and cursed under her breath as she drove off. From here it was just 10 minutes to get home once she was over the bridge. Now she had a choice to make. She could turn right and follow the river towards the north side of town and cross at the bridge there, then drive through the villages and suburbs to her home, or turn left and go back on herself back into the town centre and join the motorway and come off at the next junction. She weighed up her options as she moved forward in the queue of cars. Going right and going the scenic way was just a big loop around and would probably take about 20 minutes. Going on the motorway would probably take less time but would mean fighting her way through the town centre traffic just to get there. Once at the front of the queue she decided to go right, she really could not be bothered going all the way back through town. At least going this way she was still heading in the general direction of her house. At least now she was out of the town centre, the traffic was moving a little faster, although because of the diversion it was still pretty busy which meant hitting the roundabouts and traffic lights took more time than usual. Each time she was forced to stop Janey became aware of how much her bladder was filling up. Her estimate of it taking 20 minutes going this way was rapidly diminishing and her eta kept getting longer. The pressure was certainly starting to build and she found herself beginning to get a little squirmy. If the bridge wasn’t shut she would most likely be home now. She shook the thought and concentrated on driving, although the now constant pressure from her bladder was getting harder to ignore. By the time she had reached the north of town and was crossing over the river there she was really needing a wee. She was glad she was over the river, now she was heading for home and hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. It was now impossible to ignore her pressing need to pee. A need which seemed to be increasing really quickly. The three coffee’s she had since her lunch break were really starting to hit her bladder and the fact that usually she would already be home and found relief wasn’t helping. Then she remembered, not only had she had her usual three coffees in the afternoon, she had also had something else. A can of energy drink. Late in the afternoon Danny had come to her and given her a can of the new flavour for her to try and she really enjoyed it and had ended up drinking it all pretty quickly. So not only did she have her usual three coffee’s putting pressure on her bladder she also had a big can of energy drink too, no wonder she was busting for a wee. She was starting to wish she hadn’t been distracted and had gone at the supermarket. Still, hopefully it shouldn't take too long to get home she was across the river. She soon realised that the opposite was in fact true. She was used to driving these roads, she drove down them anytime she went to visit her parents. The winding country roads and villages were usually quiet but tonight all the diverted traffic was using the roads. Cars, buses, vans, lorrys, wagons, all manner of traffic that usually avoided the country roads and narrow village roads. This resulted in traffic being just as slow here as it was in town. Getting stuck behind buses driving slow and wagon’s trying to navigate the tighter turns was making what should be a simple journey into a journey that seemed to be getting longer by the minute. Something that wouldn’t usually bother her, except tonight she was wanting to get home as soon as possible to relieve her aching bladder. As the minutes passed her need continued to increase and soon she was bursting. Each time the traffic came to a stop she wiggled in her seat, crossing her legs and trying to ease the pressure. She was starting to worry about how badly she needed to pee. In her current state she would easily make home, she was bursting but still able to hold it. That was if she was going straight home at normal speed. This constant stopping and starting meant she had no idea how long it would take to reach home and her need was still growing. Ten minutes later she was really starting to worry. She had gone from bursting to desperate and was now really having to hold back to keep her knickers dry. There had been a few times where she had been desperate like this coming home from nights out so she knew she was able to manage this level of desperation for a little while, hopefully long enough for her to make it home. Once out of the village at least the pace picked up a little so that was something. For ten minutes she was making slow but steady progress along the roads, the bushes and hedges and fields she was passing looked so inviting, places that she would love to just stop and pop a squat and take a much needed wee. However with the large volume of traffic there was no way and torrential rain there was no way she was stopping and putting on a show for everyone. Despite feeling like she was on the verge of wetting herself she was managing to keep control and was confident she could make it home. At least she thought that until she got further along the road. Suddenly the traffic slowed to a stop and didn’t move. She had no idea why, all she could do was sit there squirming and squeezing her legs, trying desperately not to wet herself. It was probably psychological but the fact she wasn’t moving at all seemed to increase her desperation and for the first time in her adult life she was starting to worry she might end up wetting her knickers. No, she couldn’t do that, she was 26, she could hold it until she got home, she wasn’t a little girl who couldn’t control herself. She could do this. After what seemed like an eternity the traffic began to slowly move again and up ahead the cause of the jam became apparent. A truck was parked on the side of the narrow road obviously stuck or broken down or something but the driver was having to direct traffic safely around it. Once past it the speed picked up again, but now her need was going past desperate if that was possible. When she had been desperate on nights out by now she had usually found relief. She didn’t think it was possible for the need to increase but it seemed to be. The pressure is getting worse. Her pussy was starting to ache with the intense need and she could actually feel her pee hole trembling with desperation. The next time she was forced to stop she hiked her skirt up under her butt so she was able to hold herself to help give some relief to her aching muscles. She pushed her fingers against her knickers into her pussy, pushing hard to help herself stay in control. She was no longer desperate for a wee, she was absolutely frantic for a wee and was now feeling like she could wet herself any moment. Waves of desperation were hitting her hard and it was all she could do to keep her knickers dry. God she had to get home, she had to pee soon, she never knew she could need anything so badly. She could feel the pee right at the tip of her urethra ready to burst out but she couldn’t let it, no matter what she had to hold on. Eventually she got to her little suburb and prayed she could last just a little longer. By the time she got to the end of her road she was panting and begging to keep control just a tiny bit longer. Her bladder needed relief, her pussy needed relief, her whole body needed relief, she had never needed a wee so badly in her life and even though she was on her road and her house was in sight it seemed miles away. She had made it this far, she wasn’t about to wet herself now. She pulled up outside her house and quickly pulled her skirt back down. As she got out of the car she had to grab herself to keep herself from losing control. It was still raining hard but she couldn’t run as much as she wanted to. All she could do was hobble slowly. Now she was stood up it seemed so much harder. Suddenly a wave of desperation hit her and she spurted into her knickers. Not now, just a little more, nearly there, she said to herself. Now that she had spurted her need had increased even more if that was possible, she couldn’t believe it. Between her car and the door she had spurted a bunch more times and was actually starting to wet herself. She had to find her keys in her bag and as she did no matter how much she twisted and squirmed and pushed her hand against her throbbing pussy the spurts kept on coming. She was so desperate she couldn’t even concentrate on finding her keys. Eventually she found them but the moment she put them in the door she knew she was finished. She felt her bladder pushing hard and the spurts getting bigger, she knew that any second the inevitable flood would happen and there would be nothing she could to stop it. She needed relief so badly she didn’t even care anymore. She let go of her keys and spread her legs. Immediately she started peeing full force and instantly soaked her knickers. The warmth ran down her legs and she sighed in blissful relief. It was the most amazing feeling and she had to grab the door as her knees went weak. She was mortified, she was fully wetting herself, a grown woman flooding her knickers out of sheer desperation. She was glad at least she hadn’t done this in her car. When she finally finished she looked down to see what damage had been done and she started laughing. In her complete focus on her desperation and need for relief she hadn’t paid attention to the rain which had completely soaked her blouse and skirt. To anyone looking she was soaked all over, not just her knickers and skirt. She was embarrassed at having had an accident but at least if her neighbours were watching they wouldn’t know. She opened the door and threw her things inside. She went straight upstairs and got into the shower and stripped off all her soaked clothes. She had a nice warm shower and put on her pyjamas before she went and curled up on the sofa. Despite knowing nobody knew she couldn't help but think of the embarrassment if her colleagues knew she had wet herself like a little girl. At least she was the only one who knew and she made a mental note that having a wee before she left the office was probably a good idea for the future.
  8. Gemmy

    Bathing-suit Wetting

    Wonderful as always hunny 😍❤️
  9. Gemmy

    The time I peed myself in my car

    Very sexy story. But then your stories and tales always are super sexy. 😍
  10. Gemmy

    Pictures- Desperately Waiting in Line

    Very nice pictures. This scenario is very sexy.
  11. Gemmy

    Desperate on the train

    So damn sexy!!! 😍
  12. Gemmy

    The Desperate Train Journey

    Very good story. Love the descriptions of her desperation. Very sexy.
  13. Very sexy, I love the pic of her shushing, such a naughty secret!
  14. Gemmy

    Favorite part of holding your pee?

    Oh defo, that feeling when the desperation is peaking but I can still control it is wonderful. Then the eventual loss of control, slowly losing it in drips and leaks and spurts. Mostly though the pressure and the resulting arousal always feel amazing and the eventual relief when peeing is orgasmic.
  15. I've always loved this video and the second part. Watching the slow build of desperation and hearing her drinking throughout the video and seeing her squirm and fidget and the eventual slow loss of control from drips to leaks to spurts is wonderful. If only there were more videos like this. Not to mention seeing how aroused she gets from being desperate.