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LochBlk52

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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in How often do you masturbate?   
    Single female in my 40's and I masterbate every day, sometimes a few times each day depending on how horny I am. 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in Last time you wet yourself?   
    Just now after a long coach drive home, the coach toilet was disgusting so would not use it and the traffic was bad, managed to hold it getting the bus home but soon as I stepped inside did the flood gates open, felt amazing and now I'm so horny. 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Shypurincess in Your favorite recurring fantasy   
    I have the exact same fantasy.  Sitting on a guys lap desperately needing to go with my legs spread and him massaging/pressing on my bladder making me leak and eventually loose control then all the rest of what you said.
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in Best Thing To Do With A Full Bladder? :3   
    I love having sex with a full bladder 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in Has anyone ever met with someone from this website? How did it go?   
    I would love to meet someone from here, in East Yorkshire 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Desptowee in Football Game Desperation   
    This is my first story in forever, so I'm sorry if the writing is bad, but I'm really out of it. 
     
    I support my local football (soccer) team. I occasionally go to games with my dad, it's something we've always done. I went to this particular game with him and his friend. 
    As usual, we grabbed a pint before kick off. You have to finish it pretty quick because you're not allowed to take alcohol in the stands. I wasn't worried, we do this every time and I'm fine. However, at half time, my dad's friend offered to buy another round and obviously I wasn't going to turn that down. So I downed another pint. Bad idea. 
    I already had to go slightly before I'd even started drinking that second pint, but by halfway through the second half, I definitely needed to go. Two pints, over a litre of beer, were wanting to come out.
    Thankfully, it was a really good game, so I got distracted and didn't think my growing need until the final whistle went and I noticed I was pretty desperate. I considered going before leaving the ground, but as you can imagine, around 30,000 people leaving a football stadium, doesn't really give you a chance to actually escape to the toilet, you just have to keep moving with everyone else. I told myself I'd be okay, even though I really did need to go. 
    We usually get the bus part way to football games (and drive the other part) and today wasn't any different. We walked to the bus stop - which was incredibly slow because like I said 30k people leaving is slow and most of those people want the bus or the train. With every step I could feel the weight of my bladder, crossing my legs when we stood still. 
    Luckily, the wait for the bus wasn't too bad, but there were no seats, so I had to stand and it made the desperation so much worse. I felt every bump and even with my legs tightly crossed, felt like I was going to start leaking on the bus. I was really regretting not fighting the crowds to get to the toilet. And I was seriously doubting my ability to hold on until I got home. 
    After what felt like forever, but was only about 15 minutes, we got off the bus and started walking to where we had parked the car. My dad and his friend are fairly fast walkers, I usually am too, but I physically couldn't move fast otherwise I would have started to pee. I walked with my legs close to together, squeezing them tightly now and again to relieve the pressure. I was so desperate at this point, I just wanted to stop right where I was and pee. 
    When we got to the car, I crossed my legs and did a little pee dance. I still had a 20 minute drive back to my house and I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I got in the car, put my jacket on my lap and threw my hands into my crotch. This was the first time I'd actually been able to hold myself - it definitely helped, for a while at least. 
    Just over halfway home, I got a huge wave of desperation come over me, I had to double over and squeeze my legs so tightly to stop myself from peeing in my dad's car. I REALLY needed to go at this point and I wasn't sure if I was actually going to make it home. 
    Thankfully I did. We pulled up outside of my house and I was somehow still dry. I don't see my dad that often (he lives a couple hours from me) so we took a little while to say bye to each other. I could barely think about anything other than making it inside to the toilet. He seemed to be talking more than ever. I felt another wave of desperation hit and I knew I HAD to get to the toilet very soon. I quickly said "I love you but I really need to pee, I'll see you soon" gave him and quick hug and try to walk as normally as I could to the front door (I didn't want to him to know quite how close I was to peeing myself). I waved him off from the front door, went inside and that's when it got serious. 
    I leaked. 
    And I leaked again. 
    I was about to wet myself. 
    I hobbled up the stairs, squeezing myself with each step, trying so hard not to have an accident. 
    I threw the bathroom door open, pulled my jeans down and threw myself onto the toilet, peeing so hard. The relief was incredible. I wasn't sure how I made it home, but I did. Just. 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Biku in Biku's art   
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    LochBlk52 reacted to DampDaisy in Highway to Holding   
    My first thread, how exciting. Long time lurker here, and I thought I'd share the experience that finally pushed me over the edge to make an account...
    To set the scene, I'm 24, currently have shoulder-length white-blonde hair, 5'4" and on the slimmer side. This particular day, I was wearing tight black yoga leggings with a cute loose-fitting blouse, and trainers (I like to be comfy when I'm driving!).
    We just had Mother's Day in the UK, so I bit the bullet and decided to make the 4hr car journey from where I live to visit my mum. I've recently moved, so this was the first time I'd made this journey from the new house. 
    My bladder had been acting up all day, which it does sometimes just to be annoying. I had a giant mug of tea when I woke up, then had to head out to run a few errands before leaving. I'd peed before I went out, and by the time I'd reached my first chore - a trip to the local supermarket - I already needed to go again. Without omo on my mind, I peed at the shop's toilets and headed back out to pick up some things up from the Post Office. Even though it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since I last went, as I was standing in the queue to get my parcel, I could feel my bladder weighing heavily on me. Anyone who's had to wait in a Post Office queue knows, it takes forever, so by the time I got to the front, I was having to push my legs together. I was really uncomfortable when I got back home, and immediately ran upstairs to pee. Somehow, I was holding absolutely loads, despite already peeing so much and only having had one cup of tea. 
    I tried to push it out of my mind and not psych myself out for the upcoming long journey. I went about the rest of my day, peeing as I needed to - which, as my boyfriend had kindly made me a second giant cup of tea, was more often than I was hoping for.
    Just as I was about to leave, I got a traffic alert for a crash along my route, so I postponed my journey to have some leftover pizza and a tiny glass of lemonade. I made sure to pee twice before leaving, so I could be sure I was heading off on a totally empty bladder. This did not last long. 
    The first half hour of the journey was fine, totally normal. It was at the 45-minute mark that I felt a pretty significant twinge from my bladder. It was a numb, heavy sort of feeling - the same kind of 'gotta go' you get when you first wake up in the morning. I thought it was psychological and turned the music up to ignore it. It's a pretty easy journey, so it was motorways all the way, so I just set my cruise control and carried on. 
    The first services I passed, an hour into my journey, I was still kidding myself that it was all in my head. Shortly after that, I pressed down gently on my bladder to discover that nope, this was a very real need. Realising this cranked up the stakes for me. I zoned out a little, trying to check in with my body and gauge how full I really was, and I realised I was about to miss the services just as I passed the exit, in the third lane. I looked at the turning in my rearview mirror and pressed my legs together. It'd been 30 minutes since I'd passed the first services, and would be another 30 at least before the next one. I definitely needed to go at this point, but I wasn't in any real danger.
    This accidental skipping of the services got me feeling a little bit naughty. In the 30 or so minutes between the one I missed and the next one, I'd let my mind wander and worked myself up. As I approached it, the thought passed through my mind that I could deliberately miss it. I felt my nipples harden at the thought, as I felt myself get wet -- and not from the pee that was politely asking to be released. I made the decision in a split second to miss the exit on purpose, and felt such a thrill run through me. I felt my clit pulse, which was swiftly accompanied by a noticeable throb from my bladder. I pushed my legs together tight and kept driving.
    I started squirming in my seat just as I passed the sign for the next services. It was getting serious now. I could feel waves of need crash over my bladder, and I really considered stopping. I wasn't in pain, and I wasn't actively leaking, so I was sure I could make it to the next one. It'd been over 2 hours since I set off at this point, and I wasn't sure what was the dominant need - my aching bladder, or my aching clit. Overcome with horniness, I confidently breezed past the next services, and almost immediately regretted that decision. It was like my bladder knew I'd come within touching distance of a toilet, and was protesting that I'd not taken the opportunity. I could do nothing else but press on, though the weight in my abdomen was getting heavier by the minute. 
    Now, remember I said I'd never driven this route before? Well, what I hadn't realised was the fact that I needed to switch motorways. No big deal, normally, except that I passed a sign that proudly proclaimed the motorway I was about to get on, had "NO SERVICES". It felt like I sobered up as I came to terms with the mistake I'd made by not stopping. I was at an 7/10, easily, and as I resigned myself to my fate, I made the change and carried on driving. 
    It was at this point I had to turn the music down, as I swear to god I could feel the beats vibrating in my bladder. The road I was driving on wasn't particularly well maintained, so I drove over small bumps and craters in the road at 75mph, feeling every single dip and movement my car made. The road felt endless, and as the minutes ticked by, I squirmed into the seat, trying to get some pressure - any pressure - on my pussy. I rested my hand on my lap, and very quickly it found its way to my crotch. Pushing against my hand didn't help much, but it did serve as delicious pressure for my clit, which was begging for attention. 
    The only thing I could be grateful for was that the road was quiet, so I could freely squirm, press myself into my seat, and rub my hand in my crotch without worrying that lads in a van would see me. Nothing was helping to alleviate the ever growing pressure in my bladder, though, and just as I thought it couldn't get much worse...it started to rain. Heavily. I was clearly driving into a weather front, as the road showed off massive puddles stretching across the lanes. Puddles I desperately wished I could add to. I watched helplessly as the giant drops of water streamed along my car's windows, and as people on the other side drove through puddles that splashed me as I drove. I pressed my legs together so tightly I thought I might pull a muscle. 
    I had to turn the music back up, to disguise the sound of the rain, but I felt the thuds of the music throughout my entire body. The rain wasn't consistent, so it let up in places. And during one dry patch, I saw a white van pulled over at the side of the road, with a man in working clothes was freely pissing against his back tyre. I only got a glimpse of the scene, but it was enough to push me up to a 9/10. My brain had decided to imagine that feeling of relief the man was feeling, letting out a torrent of built up pee, and I lost a single drop into my black lacy panties. I forced my hand into my crotch, hard, as I clenched my muscles to hold back the flood. 
    I was stuck on that road for almost an hour. When I was able to get back onto a motorway that I knew had services, I could have cried. My poor neglected pussy was throbbing for attention, but my bladder's demands had changed from a polite request to a command. I needed to pee, now. I kept going with sheer willpower until finally, finally, I was able to pull off at the exit for the first available services. Most services, you just pull off and it's right there, but of course, this one took me on a detour around a complicated roundabout I was in no state to decipher. I just drove forward when the light was green and hoped for the best. 
    As soon as I saw the lit-up sign, I felt a tiny spurt escape. It was enough to make me panic, but I didn't think it was enough to show up on my leggings. I parked in such a haphazard way, and had to take a moment to collect myself once the engine was off. I couldn't take a full deep breath without it pressing down on my bladder, I couldn't sit comfortably or even fan out my legs. A wave of strong desperation pushed me into action. It had started raining again, so I manoeuvred myself into my coat, every stretch and strain threatening to release a little more from my aching bladder. I thought standing up might make it easier, but once I got out of the car, I felt the cold rain hit my skin, and it was like standing under a cold shower. I felt another leak escape as the combination of the rain and the sudden impact of gravity hit me at the same time. 
    It looked busy, so I tried to look calm and collected as I strolled casually into the building. My eyes searched wildly for the toilets, which were a fair walk away. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep my composure, but I had to try. My bladder screamed at me as I took slow steps towards the ladies'. Halfway there, I felt a teeny tiny drop escape, and stopped dead in my tracks. I genuinely thought I was going to piss myself, in the middle of this busy service station. I'd stopped by a shop, so pretended to look at the books they had out on display for a moment as I paused to clench with all my strength. Once I felt like I had it under control, I set off at a slightly quicker pace and finally got to the toilets. 
    It was a long room, with one side completely closed for cleaning. The side closest to me had all the open cubicles, except all the immediate ones were closed and locked. I spotted one, right at the end of the row, that was open, and still trying to keep that composure, I strolled over and quickly shut the door behind me. Once I was alone, I was free to dance around and grab myself as much as I needed to, and I did need to. I squirmed around on the spot as I fumbled with the elastic waistband of my leggings. The leggings are tight, and I hadn't realised how much they'd been pressing on my poor bladder, until I had to pull them down. The way the fabric moves, as they came down, the tightest part pulled over my sizeable bladder bulge. Under normal circumstances, I'd have been impressed with the size of it, but the sight of the toilet had sent me spiralling and I could feel regular droplets forcing their way out into my already soaking wet panties. The pressure of the waistband directly on my bladder was almost too much, and I got them out of the way just in time to start peeing, forcefully, into the toilet. The pressure didn't immediately subside; I still felt frantically desperate even though I was pissing harder than I ever had before. I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself moaning as all the liquid that was escaping me finally made a difference. It was only at this point that I realised I was peeing straight through my panties. I immediately cut off my stream, which felt like torture, to pull them down. I thought briefly about getting up and leaving with a half-full bladder, but as my fingers absently brushed my clit, the stream continued full force. 
    I must have peed for a minute at full force, then a little longer with just dribbles. After I was finally done, I assessed the damage. My panties, obviously, were a write-off. They were completely soaked, both from pee and other wetness, so I carefully took my shoes and leggings off to tactfully remove them. I would've just thrown them away, but I really like those panties, so with limited options, I wrapped them liberally in toilet roll and temporarily put them in my coat pocket. My leggings had escaped unmarked - either that or the pee had already dispersed, they're exercise clothes after all - but I felt dampness all the way up my bum. So I pushed down hard to get any remaining pee out of me, cleaned up the worst of the wetness, then gracefully left as though nothing had ever happened. I bought myself a chocolate bar and a bottle of Fanta to congratulate myself, and stepped back out into the rain.
    My legs felt wobbly and I was in ecstasy, and the rest of the drive was entirely uneventful (aside from the fabric of my leggings rubbing enticingly against my bare pussy!). I washed my panties in the sink that night so my mum wouldn't notice anything amiss, and my bladder behaved itself for the rest of the evening. Unfortunately, I left my vibrator at home, so I'll have to wait to really reward myself for this adventure 😉
    As of right now, I'm still visiting, so I have another four-hour journey to make later this week...wish me luck! 
     
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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Character and Concept: @TheHeroEvans


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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commissions that I didn't posted on time



    Constance (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
     
    - Anonymous commission.


    Character and Concept: @OmoNadia




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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission #61!! ❤️👔
    Credits to: @Blk52L (Concept)
    Character: AK-12 (Girls' Frontline)


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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission #60!! 🚢💛
    Credits to @LochBlk52 (Concept)
    Characters: Hornet (Kantai Collection) & Hornet (Azur Lane)


    I was going to open 5 more slots... I *was*, there are only two left and I haven't posted anything 🤣
     
    If you want a commission write to my inbox ^^
     
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Biku in Biku's art   
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    LochBlk52 got a reaction from Pantywetter77 in Are there many UK based Omorashi fans?   
    North East England here. Seems I am a rare breed.
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    LochBlk52 got a reaction from Tentacool in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    I think Nadia can be considered part of the Alphaverse at this point.
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    LochBlk52 got a reaction from AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    I think Nadia can be considered part of the Alphaverse at this point.
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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission Extra! 💜 🖤
     
    Credits to: @OmoNadia (Character and concept) & myself (Davi character)
     
     
    And Commission #59! 🖤⚔️
     
    Credits to: @KingoKings(Character and concept)



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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission #58! 💛🐇
     
    Anonymous commission.
    Character: Sharena (Fire Emblem Heroes, yeah, another one 🤣)

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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission #57! ❤️💙
     
    Anonymous commission.
    Character: Micaiah (Fire Emblem Heroes)


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    LochBlk52 reacted to Biku in Biku's art   
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Biku in Biku's art   
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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission #54 & 55 ❤️ 💛 💦💛❤️
     
    Anonymous Commission.
    Characters: Pyra & Mythra (Xenoblade Chronicles)


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    LochBlk52 reacted to Wettys in Snuppa naked?   
    I have some more panties of her 🙂
     



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    LochBlk52 reacted to gus74 in Snuppa naked?   
    In some of her photosets she shows her panties, always after peeing them. Here are a few examples







    And as bonus, some cleavage (she has very nice tits)



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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission #49! 💜🎮
     
    Credits to: Omorashi Sam (Twitter) (Character and concept)

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