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  1. I'm mostly a lurker, but I have to comment on this. I'm disabled. I have to rely mostly on my crutches and wheelchair when I leave the house. At the moment, I can walk short distances without aids, but only at home. This story was perfectly written. It didn't come across at all like you were fetishizing disability. You portrayed accurately the difficulties presented with limited mobility and the inaccessibility of things like sidewalks, and houses with stairs. Excellent representation. Disabled people can also have fetishes and explore sexual behavior. This is probably one of the best stories I have written because it shows a body similar to mine, and more of that is needed. Kudos to you. Thank you for representing the disabled community.
  2. Anyone on. I've been holding the past 3 hours while reading a book. Its starting to get bad
  3. I will often masturbate with a towel balled up in my crotch to catch my pee and hump it as I wet. I love the feeling of the towel soaking underneath me.
  4. As a girl here, my experience is a little bit different. I'd been "playing with myself" for quite some time. And by that I mean just laying in bed and playing with my lips because I found it relaxing. I'd also pretty much always been interested in pee. In the shower, I'd make up scenarios of being caught short and ending up really desperate. I'd also discovered that if I was pretty desperate, usually in the car on a long car trip, that I could tighten the seatbelt on my lap a little and make it feel less urgent. But it wasn't until I was probably 14 that I paired the two together. I was really desperate once in class and I was wiggling around, crossing my legs together and rubbing my crotch, and that's when I noticed it felt good. I went home that evening and made myself really full again and started to play around. I was rubbing my crotch on my bed, dancing around, crossing my legs. And right before I thought I was going to start peeing, something else happened to me. My whole body started shaking and I could feel my vagina constricting and releasing. It felt so good that night after night I would try to make it happen again. It took me another test or so to realize that was an orgasm.
  5. Hi guys! This weekend I was at a convention. This specific story comes from yesterday. The show floor didn't open until 1 yesterday, so I slept in, and had a late breakfast of cereal and coffee. I do not remember using the bathroom before I left, which, retrospectively was probably my first mistake. The convention center is about 30 minutes away from where I live, and I left a little later than I planned, leaving just enough time to make it to the first panel I wanted to go to. On my way there, I realized I was thirsty and grabbed some tea from Starbucks, which I'd finished before I reached the convention center. By the time I got there, I was definitely feeling a need to go, but by the time I'd gotten my ticket scanned and my hand stamped, I didn't really have time for a trip to the restroom. I was at about a 7 by that point and figured I'd be able to hold it the 45 minutes of the panel. Now, coffee and tea both go through me extremely fast. I'd begun that panel feeling moderately uncomfortable, and after the first fifteen minutes I was up to an 8.5 and the wastebnd of my jeans were digging into my extended bladder. I wanted so badly to squirm, but I didn't want to draw attention to my plight. I seriously considered getting up and going to the bathroom, which is definitely something I could've done, but the panel was so intriguing that I didn't want to miss any of it. My partner was also with me and I didn't want to have to clue him in on my internal struggle. Another fifteen minutes later and I was at a 9.5. I felt a little dribble escape my urethra and I clamped my thighs together. I fidgeted with my hands nervously and jiggled my foot rapidly. I felt like my bladder was a water balloon. It was completely full and buldging into my jeans, fit to burst at any second. I wanted so badly to grab myself and hold the mass of steaming, yellow liquid inside of me. The last fifteen minutes of the panel were aweful. I know I should've just gotten up to pee earlier; I was so distracted by my intense desperation that I was hardly able to pay attention. I didn't even know how I was going to be able to waddle to the restroom, which was at the end of these ridiculously long and twisting hallways, by the entrance to the building. I didn't even know at that point if I was going to be able to stand up without losing my bladder all over my jeans. Finally, though, the panel ended and my partner and I, whom I had finally let know how badly I needed the bathroom, were able start making our way back to the front of the building, and thankfully to the restrooms. Once there I rushed inside and right to the first stall, where I danced desperately while I tried to get my pants down. I barely maneuvered my ass over the toilet before I let go. I must've peed for a solid minute. It just seemed like it would never stop. When I stood back up, I realized that my stream was so strong that I'd splashed pee back up onto the toilet seat. Of course, unlike some sick assholes, I cleaned it up. The feeling of euphoria though lingered for a good few hours.
  6. So it seems like I have a lot of car desperation. I hate having to pee and being trapped in a car, especially when I'm driving, but it also seems to be the only time I get truly desperate. So the other day, I went to the mall with a friend. When I got there, I was both hungry and thirsty so I decided to just get a smoothie as that would take care of both of my problems. I got a large smoothie and finished it pretty quickly, while continuing to window shop with my friend. We were there for probably two hours. Smoothies usually burn through me pretty fast, which is why I usually only get a small. So by the time we left, I was definitely feeling the need to go. I stopped by the restroom before we left. Now I live about 15 minutes away from the mall, so it usually wouldn't be a concern, but my friend lives 30 minutes away and I had to take her home first. The first leg of the trip went smoothly. It wasn't until I had left my friend's house that I started to feel the need to go again. It wasn't too intense at first, probably a 6/10, but it grew super fast. And I kept hitting pockets of traffic. In the next 10 minutes, I jumped to an 8/10. This is when I started to worry. I still had 20 minutes left of my trip, 30 in current traffic. My foot was starting to bounce desperately and I was having a difficult time focusing on the task at hand, driving. Not good. I was starting to think of ways to relieve myself. I didn't have any cups in my car, and even if I did, there was no way I could maneuver myself to take a leak in one while driving. I considered pulling off my jacket, placing it under me, and pissing on it, but I didn't want to walk in with a pee sodden jacket while my partner was home. I also considered pulling down my pants just enough that they wouldn't get wet and peeing on the seat, but I didn't want my car to smell like pee. I decided that all I could do was hope I could hold on. Another 10 minutes and I was at a 9. Traffic started moving again, and I was catching up to speed, I hit a bump a little too hard. It forced a leak out of me. I reached a hand down and squeezed, both with my muscles, and with my hand, as hard as I could. I was wearing these almost see through underwear that I knew could not withstand a leak. My hand felt slightly damp by the time I managed to regain control. Imade it almost the rest of the way home without further incidents. However, by the time I got off the freeway, I was at a 9.5. it was all I could do to squeeze my muscles and pray I'd make it home mostly dry. But I'm all too familiar with that "close to relief" thing where you somehow become even more desperate when you know you're almost home. Well, that became the better of me. There's this stop sign right before my street where you have to wait for cross traffic. And there was a lot of cross traffic that day. I waited there for probably about 5 minutes, the whole time feeling a slow leak trickle out of my urethra. When I finally made it home, getting out of my car was probably the most difficult part so far. I kind of didn't think I was actually going to be able to do it without losing control. I did though, and every step I took after that felt like it was going to be the end. Like it was going to trigger an explosive release of urine trickling down my legs. I live on the second floor of an apartment building, too, and as I was waddling up the steps, my thighs clenched as tightly as possible, I started to leak again. I started to run for it, knowing my time was up. I fumbled with the lock, flew inside, pushed past my partner who tried to greet me, and finally found myself in the bathroom, pulling my pants down just in time. With further inspection, the damage wasn't actually as bad as I thought. I had probably a soft ball sized spot on my pants and the front of my underwear was a little more see through than usual. Well, there you guys go. I hope you enjoyed. By the way, do you think I should do a descriptive section at the beginning of each story? I know a lot of people do that. I've never been much into it, but I know some people are, so what do you think?
  7. I work in food service, and I've seen a fair amount of desperation, although not a lot. I see one of my coworkers desperation quite a lot. She usually gets stuck on drive through and doesn't get many opportunities for bathroom breaks. Once I also saw one of the main cooks pacing around while he waited for something to come out of the oven. I asked him if he was okay and he said he really had to pee. That's about where it ended.
  8. Last Wednesday I went on break at work later than usual. I hadn't used the bathroom since before work and had a coffee and some soda since then, and it had been about 6 hours since I'd last used the bathroom, so I really needed to go. Usually I wait to pee until the end of my break, but I was close to a 9 and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it until then. During my break I had a soda, but since I'd already used the bathroom, I didn't bother going again. At that point, I had another 2 hours left of my shift, and when I got to about an hour left, I was starting to feel the need. I figured that I wouldn't worry about it until my shift ended because I knew I had some time to burn afterwards, but my need grew a lot quicker than I was anticipating, and by the time my shift was supposed to end, I was at an 8. I ended up getting off work 15 minutes late though and I had an appointment in 30 minutes that was 30 minutes away, so I didn't give myself a chance to use the restroom before I left. That proved to be an almost fatal decision however. Within the first 10 minutes of the drive, my need had risen to a 9 and another 10 minutes later I was starting to leak. I knew that, as it was, I was barely going to make, but I also knew that once I got there that I wasn't going to be able to use the restroom until after my appointment because the office I was going to always ran on time and I was already running a few minutes late. There was no way I was going to make it through my appointment. I had an empty cup in my car though and I had the idea that I could just pee in that before going in. With that thought in mind, I became more desperate than ever. By the time I made it there I didn't even think I could stand. So I parked in the back lot where no one ever parks so that I could have a little more privacy, slid my seat back so that I could squat in the space between it and the steering wheel, ripped my pants down, and let loose in the cup. I managed to pull it off with only a little leakage, and afterwards I pretended to water a bush and threw the cup away. The whole experience was surprisingly arousing and I intend to play more with peeing in cups in the future.
  9. Hey guys. I'm on the road and stuck in traffic in the middle of nowhere. It was a hot day today and I had a lot more to drink than usual. 2 bottles of a water and a slushy. I'm at a 7 ½ and gps says I'm an hour out from my destination. Anyone wanting to hold with me?
  10. Oh my god I barely made it to the bathroom! Thank you so much for replying! It means a lot that you enjoyed my story.
  11. So... This is my first published omorashi story. I've been into omorashi for years, but that's a story I'll get into for another time. My partner knows about my fetish and decided to indulge me on my last night in town before going on a two week vacation. He took me out to a really nice dinner and about halfway through he told me he was at a 7 ½. It was really abrupt and I thought I'd misheard him at first but he was squirming around a little bit and looked genuinely uncomfortable. He told me that he was wanting to hold it until we got home because he knew I liked it. At that point my focus was hardly on my food and more on my growing arousal. We ate and talked for another 20 minutes or so before we asked for some boxes and our check. Inexplicably he kept drinking throughout the rest of the meal and then commenting on how bad of an idea it was. I kind of wish we'd gotten to enjoy the meal more, but cutting it short was way worth the show I got. When we left the restaurant, he basically jogged out to the car. The entire drive home, he was squirming, and we live about 30 minutes away. He was clenching his legs, and bounced up and down every once in a while. Towards the end of the drive, I saw him pushing his fist against his crotch. Traffic was smooth, thank God for him, a bit unfortunate for me. However, once we got off the freeway we hit every single light, and one of them twice. At this point he was muttering swear words and bouncing up and down in his seat. He was holding his penis and his legs were pressed as tightly together as possible. When we got out of the car he ran for the door but had troubles getting the key in the lock. As soon as he was inside he kicked his shoes off and ran to the bathroom. I waited outside the bathroom for him and heard him release a long stream into the bowl. It lasted for a little over a minute. As soon as he got out, I grabbed him and kissed him passionately. What happened after is just between us, but I will say we barely made it up the stairs ;). The excitement of the event made me forget that I hadn't been to the restroom either since I left work that afternoon, about 6 hours before. While we were having sex, he was pressing against my bladder and my urge resurfaced suddenly. I had to pee so badly that I was almost leaking. I let him know but we kept at it and somehow I kept it in.
  12. I know this is tagged as male so I'm not sure if I'm supposed to post here, but I thought I'd try. I'm not sure how often I'll update, but I'm trying to get more bold. It's been 5 hours since I've been to the toilet and I've had a large cup of caffeinated tea and some juice this morning. Both things that usually run through me pretty quickly. I'm at a 7/10. I'm hoping to make it at least another 2 hours. Update: I'm at an 8 now. I might start leaking soon. My bladder is sending strong messages of it's distress. I'm going to try to get some homework done to distract myself. Yet another update: it's really hard to focus on school. I've been holding for about 7 hours now and I'm easily at a 9. I'm going to have to call it in about 15 minutes because a friend is coming over.
  13. I know this is tagged as male so I'm not sure if I'm supposed to post here, but I thought I'd try. I'm not sure how often I'll update, but I'm trying to get more bold. It's been 5 hours since I've been to the toilet and I've had a large cup of caffeinated tea and some juice this morning. Both things that usually run through me pretty quickly. I'm at a 7/10. I'm hoping to make it at least another 2 hours.
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