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Travis Orman

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About Travis Orman

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  • Birthday 06/12/1996

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  1. A girl I used to date once told me about an experience she had just after she had started a grad job. Upon arriving on the first day, there was lunch for the new starters , followed by tea and coffee, before a series of talks in the afternoon. Explaining that she had had a very early start and was flagging a bit by lunch, she helped herself quite liberally to the free coffee and water which was on offer. Going into the first talk she felt absolutely fine, not even slightly conscious of her bladder. After the first talk, which lasted about an hour, they began a second one almost immediately after. This talk ran over quite significantly however, lasting about 90 minutes instead of the proposed hour, at which point she began to feel the consequences of the coffee. About halfway through she felt the first twinge, but said that crossing her legs she didn't feel this would be a problem, and continued listening and taking notes. After the hour had passed though, she felt the coffee filtering through her much more quickly. At this point, she had to cross and re-cross her ankles every few minutes to ease the strain, and remove her mind from her filling bladder, as well as undoing the button of her business trousers. At 90 minutes, she was seriously considering resorting to getting up and leaving, such was the strain on her bladder. But as things began to get critical, the speaker finally wrapped up, and she bounced her legs, sitting on the edge of the seat. Not having been to the toilet in that part of the building yet, she asked for directions, before, as she told me 'literally running to the toilets because she was absolutely bursting,' before having one of the most relieving pees she'd had in ages. She had a good capacity and could hold for a while even when desperate, so I can only imagine how long she peed for and how relieved she felt afterwards.
  2. Boat trips can be a surprisingly good source of desperation - as often there will be lots of alcohol and not many toilets. My halls at university are next to the river, and I was once making dinner in my kitchen when a short, cute brunette girl who I didn't recognise came into the kitchen. I said hi briefly, but she cut me off almost immediately asking if I knew where the toilets were. I tried to delay her with some conversation while she bobbed on the spot for a second, squeezing her thighs together tightly, before standing up straight again. She was obviously absolutely bursting but didn't want to let on how badly she needed to go. After some brief chat she announced 'sorry, I'm busting' and hurriedly locked herself in the toilet next door. I could hear her fumble with her belt for a second, before releasing a blast of pee almost immediately after. After a very strong initial stream, a steady flow went on for ages, at the end of which the brunette sighed happily with relief before re-emerging. She then told me she had been on the river with her friends drinking prosecco for over an hour, and had needed to pee since near the beginning, so was extremely relieved to find our halls when she did.
  3. I've been lucky enough to witness a fair bit of public desperation. I'll write up recent memorable time here. At university, I was walking back to where I live with a friend of mine. As we had just finished exams, we stopped by the supermarket to pick up some drinks for us and our friends before we went out that evening. When we were at the checkout, I noticed she was unable to stay still at all, and was repeatedly crossing and uncrossing her legs, as well as pacing up and down on the balls of her feet. The queue was moving quite slowly as the woman in front of us had loads of shopping and two small children. As we waited, she went from pacing to jiggling her leg quite urgently, occasionally doing little curtsies. Eventually she admitted 'ooh I hope she moves along, I've been out all day and haven't had a chance to pee in ages.' I feigned sympathy and she continued 'normally it wouldn't be a problem, only after coming from the pub those drinks I had are really catching up with me.' We still had about 10 minutes walk home, and as we walked onto the high street she said that she would try her friend's accommodation which was en route for a toilet. She hurried in, and I waited a few minutes, before she came back. She still looked anxious, and was walking towards me holding herself between her legs! She explained that her university card didn't let her in, and her friend wasn't there to let her in either. We were probably still 5 minutes away, and asked if she wanted to go anywhere else. She said 'no, it's fine, I can probably make it back home now.' She was power walking, almost jogging back, and I teased her about not being able to keep up. We eventually returned home, and whilst struggling to find my university card initially, she slipped a hand into her crotch again, dancing on the balls of her feet. When we made it into my room, she put the shopping down before walking quickly into my toilet, where I heard a rustle of clothing followed by an extremely strong stream into the bowl. Just after the stream started, she let out a short moan of relief, before finishing and coming back out, where she sighed happily, announcing 'I feel refreshed!' That was a good episode which happened purely by chance, I will write up a couple more as well.
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