Alex Oxford

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Alex Oxford last won the day on September 5 2018

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About Alex Oxford

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  • Birthday 01/01/1990

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    he/him

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    Bathroom Control
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  1. Alex Oxford

    Hold it! Saril's Omo-Idol Q&A

    For Yuno! When was the last time you had an accident outside of Omo- Idol? Have you ever had a.... messy accident?
  2. Alex Oxford

    A Wet Wedding

    Honestly dude I really liked this story! The characterization of everyone was really fun, and it was super refreshing to read a desperation scenario with a jovial vibe to it. My only suggestion would to be to write a similar story, but longer! 😜 I’d love to see a story like this I’m greater length!! Out of curiosity, would you ever have someone into omo in one of your stories? 🤔
  3. Alex Oxford

    Custom videos

    Likewise!!
  4. Alex Oxford

    College Girl Desperation and Wetting

    👏🏽 👏🏽 👏🏽 🔥
  5. Alex Oxford

    Same Girl?

    The web address isn’t valid for me for some reason 😕
  6. Alex Oxford

    Just a Normal Guy

    Ayeeeeeeee. A.
  7. Alex Oxford

    Destroying the Evidence

    I feel you on that. Whether I’m drunk or high, rain, sleet, or snow, I always go for perfection when it comes to grammar. Granted, that doesn’t mean I’m always successful, but a guy can try can’t he? 😂 Hey, let us know how your next session goes yeah? 😜
  8. Alex Oxford

    Destroying the Evidence

    First of all, I’m just gonna say that you have IMPECCABLE grammar for being being desperate for a pee. KUDOS 👏🏽 But to supplement @Here4theFun said, the shower is probably the BEST place to hold and wet. When I was younger, that was actually the ONLY place I would hold and wet. What I used to do was, when I would wet, I would take my pants off, soak them in water, and wring them out before I turned the shower off. I’d try and get them as dry as possible. The only thing you have to do after that is take your clothes back to your room, and do a load of laundry. No one will ever know 👌🏽
  9. Alex Oxford

    Live Action Omorashi

    You’re gonna wet the beeeedddd
  10. Alex Oxford

    Another desperate wetting in panties

    Lol we good 😂
  11. Alex Oxford

    Another desperate wetting in panties

    Close, but no cigar 💀 I’m pretty sure it’s just me at this point tbh. Idk why I can’t view her twitter page.... I tried copy and pasting again, and it says their account doesn’t even exist 😶
  12. Alex Oxford

    A Fantasy, Pt. 2

    Thank you guys, I’m glad you liked it!! 🙂
  13. Alex Oxford

    Another desperate wetting in panties

    That link isn’t working 😫 do you have another link?
  14. Alex Oxford

    16 minute hold and leaky wetting in shorts

    This video is INCREDIBLE! She has a Q/A on her profile somewhere too. She’s like, really into it! 😍 I wonder if she’s a member on her already? 🤔
  15. Alex Oxford

    female A Fantasy, Pt. 2

    Hey guys, So this is part 2 of a series of stories I’ve been working on, and I gave absolutely zero exposition on my last post. The premise is somewhat self explanatory, but I neglected to mention a few things. It’s a series of “what if” scenarios that I wanted to flesh out into full on erotic narratives. They’re either loosely or heavily based on real experiences I’ve had. You’ll know which was which I think! But it’s also loosely based on my personal journey of accepting my desires, and being comfortable sharing them. There’s this juxtaposition of fantasy vs reality that I wanted to explore, and I would love to hear what you guys think! If you’d like to check out the first story, the link is right here: I broke “Part 2” into multiple posts, to make it more readable! WARNING: “Part 2” is mainly messing oriented. I’ll mark the area where the messing begins. If it’s not your cup of tea, skip to the end 🙂 there will be some pee desperation in the next post! ********** I blinked. Twice. Three times. What the hell am I looking at? I squint closer, analyzing the various graphs and formulas dotting my paper. A review of a few word problems confirmed my suspicions: I was in economics class. That’s right, I remember now. Economics class; that one class I constantly came late to, and consistently missed altogether. I should really learn to care more, because it’s all adding up. The semester was halfway over, and I think I missed the midterm entirely. I check my phone for the date. Yup, I missed my fucking midterm. Dammit. Fucking dammit. Apparently it had happened two days ago, the last time the class met. Shit. I was going to need a good ass excuse if I was planning on any attempt to redeem myself. The muffled speech slowly became coherent as the professor prepared to dismiss the class. I looked around, thankfully surrounded by people seemingly just as disinterested as me, and even more eager to leave, more than a few other students seemingly restless in their seats.... Everyone seemed to be staring at the clock as time slowly crawled by. The droning lecture on microeconomics, soon enough, had finally come to a close. Being at the back of the class, I had little ability to compete with the students at the front of the class for Professor Cormacks Q/A time. Naturally, I took the opportunity to get some fresh air in the halls outside. Or rather, fidget idly on my phone without feeling judged by the person behind me. I became distinctly aware of a clicking sound echoing through the hall, growing in volume as it got closer. *click, clack, click, clack* Normally, this just means a girl in heels was strolling down the halls, livening the echoing chambers of said building with her trendy but perhaps impractical wardrobe, particularly for the kind of walking you did on a college campus. But as I eyed the figure rounding the corner, I quickly realized she was definitely not a student. A tan, voluptuous brunette in a figure hugging grey dress and matte black heels strode down the hall, with a swinging gait. Her Mediterranean features suggested Middle Eastern descent, and her mature, developed face and frame suggested mid- thirties. There’s no way she was a student. I smiled genuinely at her as she passed, and she smiled back. “Hi!” She said. “Hi!” I chimed back happily. “Are you in Professor Cormacks class?” “Uhhh, yes I am! Sorry, don’t know why I had to think about that!” I laughed. “Hahaha! No it’s fine! Trust me, I know what economics can do to the brain after an hour and a half!” “Is that why you’re showing up late today?” I asked humorously, nodding towards the open door of the classroom. “Haha! No, I’m not a student. We share office space here. Is he available?” “Ummm, last time I checked he was taking a lot of questions. Technically I’m the last in line.” “Oh! I guess I’ll just get in line behind you.” She smiled sweetly. Why she was getting in line behind me, I didn’t know. But of course, I returned the smile. How else could any sane man reply to such a beautiful- *gurrrgllleee* I heard a low rumbling noise. Simultaneously, she crossed her legs, and I flinched a little. I couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden sound of a low pitched rumbling. The smile waned from her face slightly, turning into one of light concern. “Is something wrong?” I asked. *gurrrggglllleee* “No no! I’m just feeling a bit jittery right now.” She said. I gave her a quizzical look. Both the odd rumbling and her curious comment had piqued my interest, and I couldn’t help but feel that flustered look on her face was more than just the common jitters. We waited for what felt like 5 minutes, soon going on 10 minutes. The woman appeared to be growing a little impatient, shifting from foot to foot slightly before crossing her legs. “I’m Alex by the way.” The woman seemed to be caught off guard by my continued interest in conversation. But now I was working my charm. My smile of pleasantness turned into a smile of engagement and interest. My sudden change in demeanor prompted a change in hers too. She returned with a mutual smile of interest, and seemed to purr the name “Aliyah.” “What do you do here Aliyah?” “I teach a Sociology.” “You weren’t feeling Econ?” “Haha, oh no! I’m much more of a people person than a numbers person. Besides, I had to take economics in this same building when I went here and it was a nightmare.” “Oh! You’re an alumni huh?” *Guuurrgggllleee* She made a face, and crossed her legs, tensing her thighs. Shake it off Alex. “I am actually! Class of 2012!” “Well at least I have something to look forward to, you look like you’re doing pretty good for yourself!” “Haha! Well a girl can try!” *bubblerumblechurn* Aliyah did something of a stutter step, stepping lightly in the same spot. She rubbed her thighs against each other as she conspicuously glanced at the bathrooms down the hall. “You sure you’re okay?” “Oh yeah I’m fine! I just....” she hesitated for a moment, but quickly seemed to brush off her reservations as she placed a hand delicately over her gurgling tummy. “I had too much coffee I think.” She confessed with a shy smile. I blushed. “Well I uhhh.... I hope that won’t be a problem for you!” I said, glancing at her legs slightly. She must’ve have seen my glance, as she gave cute, knowing smile upon my returning her gaze. “I don’t think I should have any problems.” She giggled, “I just need to call it quits on the coffee and I should be fine.” I felt myself blush again, probably unnecessarily. Just a pretty girl who’s had too much coffee. What’s the big deal? Lots of people have too much coffee..... *gurrrrglllleeeee* She seemed to tense up, and glanced conspicuously towards the restrooms again. She tapped her foot lightly, and pressed her butt against the wall. She winced ever so slightly. *grrrggllleee* “I can save your spot if you need to.... uhhhh....” I blushed. She looked at me inquisitively, but then smiled wryly. She seemed to understand what I was asking. “No Alex, I’ll be fine. I have no problem waiting.” She said with a clever, teasing expression, her legs firmly crossed. “Besides, you shouldn’t ask a lady those kinds of questions!” My blush deepened, and I felt myself burn a bright red. Of course, in a world like this, I had the overwhelming and irrational feeling that she knew I wanted to see her desperate, and hopefully see her soil her sexy dress. But as if to answer my restless mind, she simply commented, “Thank you though, I know you’re only trying to help.” She smiled reassuringly. Before I could say anything else, the last student left the classroom, leaving me next in line. ”You can go ahead of me.” ”Are you sure?” ”Of course! I’m still trying to think of a good excuse!” ”Hahaha! Try ‘the dog ate my homework,’ that always worked for me.” ”More like ‘the dog ate my midterm,’ actually.” I sighed, suddenly reminded of a more pressing predicament. ”Oh! You missed your midterm?” ”Yeah.... and I don’t have a dog either.” She laughed, loudly. Her laughter filled the halls of the building, and for a moment, I felt comforted this beautiful woman thought that I was so funny. She might have been laughing at me instead of with me, but I chose willful ingnorance this time around. She looked at me, and the gears seemed to be turning behind her dark brown eyes. ”Maybe I can help you.” She said. ”How?” Before I could say anything else, she walked past me into the classroom, where the professor still sat idly in his chair as the break was winding down. I couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of my eye. She was trying to help me, which was incredibly nice of her. But she also had an awesome body that I couldn’t stop looking at. To make matters worse, I was 99.9% sure she need to.... go. Lust was driving me to further confirm what my gut feeling was already telling me to be true. *rumbbbllleeee* The brunette teacher crossed her legs and stood by his desk as they chatted. She swiveled her hips lightly from side to side. Subtle, soft movements, until- *GURGLE* The brunette bent forward slightly, and raised a leg off the ground behind her. Her butt cheeks clenched visibly. I gulped, and bit my lip with adrenaline fueled lust. What happened last time was happening again. Aliyah continued to stand there, swaying her hips too and fro to suppress her need. I blushed from arousal, watching her her thing waistline and massive ass circle in a figure 8, slowly, deliberately..... I only wished I could stay and enjoy the show a little longer. As “Not a problem Mr. Cormack, I can get those to your grader later today. Is there anything else I can help you with?” *gurgle* She clenched. Her shoulders appeared somewhat stiff. “Alex!” The professors voice woke me from my doldrums. “Yes Professor?” “You missed the midterm didn’t you?” I gulped. What was a lustful fantasy was quickly becoming a nightmare. But this is why I’m here, I need to face the music. “Uhhh.... yes sir, I did. I was actually here to talk to you about that.” “I’m glad to see you being so proactive.” He chuckled, “I got your email, I’m aware of the circumstances. Lucky for you, Miss Aliyah here is available for you to take your makeup exam.” My heart skipped a beat as I looked at her, her legs crossed and her hands pressed against her thighs, but with a warm, unbothered smile. “We’ve met!” She said warmly. “Excellent! Here is the exam Alex, feel free to follow Aliyah to her office.” “Of course, thank you Mr. Cormack!” Aliyah smiles again, and proceed to walk towards her office, down the hallway and to the right. I followed in close pursuit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her massive ass, her cheeks sliding back and forth in her tight gray dress. *gurrrgleee churnnnn* Oh, and that too. There was that. The restrooms were approaching on our left. I saw her glance briefly at them, but just as confidently as she had declined a visit earlier, she declined one now. She walked right past the bathrooms, and I could feel myself getting hard, knowing she’d have to wait even longer. “My office is right down this hall Alex!” “Thanks!” ”Also, you’re welcome.” ”I didn’t say thank you already?” “No, I don’t think so.” ”Well thank you Miss Aliyah.” ”Please, call me Aliyah.” ”Well Aliyah, thanks for making me a lucky guy!” I said, with a hint of suggestion. She laughed, and looked towards me with a cute smile. “Luck has nothing to do with it.” She teased. I took a gamble, “So what do I owe it to? Your way with words? I’m sure he has a hard time saying no to you.” She giggled shyly, “Flattery will get you nowhere!” “Oh come on, I’m sure you’re used to the attention.” She glanced at me with an almost flirty smile, and said, “Maybe.” I liked where this was going. We passed a coffee machine. I couldn’t resist. “Hey Aliyah?” “Yes?” “You mind if I get a coffee here real quick?” “Oh sure, no problem!” “What do you recommend?” I asked her. She seemed to be thinking for a minute. She showed some resolve, and walked over to the machine, pointing to the caramel macchiato. “That ones my favorite. I’ve been drinking that all afternoon!” “Great, I’ll help myself then!” I chimed, but somewhat mischievously, I asked, “Would you like one too?” She gave me a interested look, with the intention of politely declining. But perhaps the tone of my voice required a different response, with a slight smile. “No thank you Alex. If you recall, I’ve actually had too much coffee.” She giggled, crossing her legs. “Oh come on, I can’t help but feel like I’ve.... inconvenienced you?” I suggested, vaguely. A more knowing smile crept across her face. We had already broken decorum a few times, what was one more right? “Oh, I see.....” she said, with a thoughtful smile. *gurrrglleeee* She hunched over ever so slightly, and pressed a hand into her thigh. She sighed, and looked at me. “Is it that obvious?” “Ummmm.... well, just to me, I don’t know about everyone else.” She giggled, “Oh, you’re the expert then huh?” “Well, no....” I countered, “But I know coffee, and I couldn’t help but put two and two together.” “Well,” she said, a wan smile now permanently spread across her lips, “As I told you before, I have no problem waiting to take care of my.... needs.... especially if there’s something else I need to do first.” She thought for a second, considering her next words, before carefully saying, “coffee, now coffee kind of.... speeds things along.... it makes it difficult for me to wait longer, and I end up getting really uncomfortable and really..... obvious.... like right now.” She said, as she stood with her legs crossed and hand over her gurgling stomach. “So.... do you still think I could use another cup?” She giggled, suggestively. I’m no fool. This wasn’t realistic. But I didn’t care. How could I possibly waste another opportunity like this? It’s time to go big or go home. “Yes, I do.... it’s been a long day, I think we could both use the energy.” I smiled back just as suggestively, having already purchased the coffee. As I handed it to her, she sighed, giving me another one of those knowing smiles, but this time, knowing far more than she had before “All right, if you insist. But just to warn you, I may be a little uncomfortable, and you’re going to have to deal with that!” She giggled, shuffling her thighs back and forth. “You better not take long on this test, or you’re in trouble!” She giggled, though nervously. The gentleman in me enjoyed the banter, but the naughtiness in me had every intention of taking their time. If this was the same as last time.... What did I have to lose?