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  1. Holdit4me

    The Soccer Game

    Jordan stood in the sun, shielding her eyes from the relentless afternoon sun and trying to ignore her steadily building need to pee. The forecast had been for temperatures in the nineties, and as the star defender for her high school soccer team, Jordan had known she would need to stay well-hydrated if she were to avoid suffering from heatstroke in this afternoon's playoff match against her school's bitter rival. So the beautiful eighteen year old senior had taken matters into her own hands, forcing a few water bottles down over the course of the school day, even though she really hadn't been thirsty. She knew the water would go right through her, but knew also that the school bathrooms were just down the hallway. She would be sure to empty her bladder before changing for the game and getting on the bus to drive to their opponent's school. Then she would pee just before the game started. Once the soccer match started, Jordan knew she would quickly sweat any remaining water out of her system. It was a good plan. The problem was, Jordan had never been very successful at managing her liquid intake, and she had been cursed with a tiny bladder, always seeming to be one sneeze or laughing fit away from a desperate sprint to the nearest toilet. And her plan had gone okay for a while. The last class of the day was American Lit - interesting, but not exactly exciting - and between all the water she had drunk and her nervousness about the upcoming game, Jordan had found that by the end of the class she was squirming in her seat, knees crushed together, willing the clock to move faster. When the bell finally rang, she had picked up her books and rushed to the bathroom, feeling like the water was about to begin squirting out of her with every step. It wasn't like she was was close to having an accident, not really, but the pee had definitely been ready to come out. She pulled her jeans and panties down, noticing the slickness coating the crotch of her panties that invariably accompanied a bout of desperation. For whatever reason, needing to go and not being able to get to a toilet had always excited Jordan sexually. She knew it was strange and had never told a single living soul, but had achieved her first orgasm as a young teen by masturbating after a particularly desperate shopping trip with her mom, and had long since accepted the odd kink as part of her personality. But she always enjoyed that kind of release in the privacy of her bedroom. Getting turned on because you had to pee at school was not something Jordan would have chosen. She ignored the tingling downstairs and the fleeting desire to finger herself once she had finished peeing, concentrating instead on changing into her soccer uniform and meeting her teammates for the forty minute ride to their opponent's soccer field. By the time they arrived, Jordan was once again approaching her limit. She had started out the ride joking with her friends and teammates, but as the water had progressed steadily through her system, Jordan had become quieter and quieter until eventually she had moved away from everyone to concentrate on holding in her pee. She crossed her legs, swinging her foot back and forth, while rocking slightly as well. When the school grounds finally came into view, Jordan let out a shaky sigh of relief. The girls clattered off the bus and straight to the school bathrooms, where their coach, a former player just a few years older than the girls on the team, insisted everyone empty their bladders, even the girls who claimed not to need to go. "The soccer field is a mile away, and this will be your only chance to go until after the game," she said. "So make sure you take advantage of the chance now." Jordan didn't have to be told twice. She hurried into a stall, ripped her shorts and panties down - they were slick in the crotch again, although not from pee, no surprise there - and sighed as the golden liquid burst from her. She pissed with the force of a fire hose and then forced out every last drop. The announcement from Coach Kate that there would be no way to pee until after the game concerned Jordan. A lot. She KNEW she would have to go again sometime over the next there hours, and had no idea how she was going to manage it. The walk to the field where the game would be played confirmed her worst fears. It seemed as though the water had begun filling her already-tired bladder the minute she left the girls room, and by the time warmups were over and the game had finally begun, she could feel the familiar pressure building in her abdomen. It wasn't a serious situation yet, but if history was any indication, she knew it soon would be. Now, with at least ten minutes left to play in just the FIRST HALF, Jordan was having more than a little trouble concentrating on the flow of play, thanks to the flow still filling her bladder. Luckily for her, the ball had been in the offensive zone most of the first half, and she had done little to this point in the game but stand just inside midfield and watch the ball. Her teammates had not scored yet, but they controlled the tempo of the game. Jordan shivered as a spasm shot through her. She automatically closed her legs in an attempt to give a little help to her tiring pelvic muscles, hoping her increasing need wasn't as obvious to the several hundred fans who had turned out as it was to her. Just at that moment, the ball rocketed toward midfield with a member of the opposing team in hot pursuit. Jordan forgot about her pee problem as her instincts kicked in, and she raced to the ball, arriving just ahead of the other girl, who was compact and athletically built and surprisingly fast. Jordan reached for the ball with her left foot and directed a sharp pass to a teammate. The movement cause her legs to spread widely apart for just a moment, and as the ball once again made its way downfield, she felt a quick spurt of pee jet into her panties. She pretended to stumble, and as she dropped to the ground, she crossed her legs tightly and clamped off the flow. She rose immediately, trying to check the crotch of her soccer shorts for wetness without being too obvious about it. There didn't seem to be any evidence of her tiny accident, but Jordan knew the worst was yet to come. Indeed, just the short burst of energy required to recover the ball seemed to have increased her need to pee exponentially. She stamped her feet and ran in place, jiggling her legs desperately and hoping it would appear to anyone watching that she was trying to stay loose. The clock continued to count down to halftime. Jordan was worried.
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    Wet myself at my front door!

    I'll never get tired of reading your adventures. Terrific telling of a great adventure!
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    Karen's Desperate Day

    Outstanding story, great description of their steadily increasing need...
  4. I'm not surprised to learn you're a journalist - what a terrific writer you are! Another great Lotto experience and another great write-up. Thanks so much for doing it!
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    Desperate for a Leak in a Hoodie and Skirt

    Nice!
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    The New Hire, Part One

    Hi! I’ve been a member of this fantastic community for a long time and have even become Internet friends with a couple of members here. I’ve written a few stories, but that was years ago and they seem to have disappeared. I wanted to give back to the community, so here’s some new content. My intention is to make this an ongoing series, but that depends on how the story is received, as well as how much free time I have. Anyway, here’s “The New Hire, Part One.” I hope you like it! ******************** He noticed the new hire almost immediately. How could he not? She was petite and cute, maybe 5’4” and all of one hundred five pounds soaking wet, with long lustrous brown hair and a smile that would melt ice on the coldest winter day. The supervisor introduced her as Sara as he brought her around the office during her employment initiation, and Jason was immediately smitten. He guessed Sara would be issued the cubicle diagonally in front of his to the right, for the simple reason it was the only one currently available in the office. It had stood empty since John Moeller’s firing for insubordination, and he hoped he was right because Sara would be a whole lot more pleasant to look at than that asshole Moeller. The company was not known for generosity toward its employees, and Jason knew that following her four-hour initiation Sara would be expected to complete her workday just like everyone else. As one o’clock approached, and the end of lunch hour, Jason smiled. The new hire appeared and began dressing up her workspace with a couple of framed personal photos and a small potted plant. Then she got to work. Sara adjusted her brand-new headset and sat cross-legged at her desk as she waited for the first call to come in. Jason and Sara were employed at Gentex as customer service representatives, their duties consisting of dealing with clients who were experiencing difficulties with their software before routing the calls to other technical reps if they wee unable to solve the customers’ problem. The nature of the job meant relatively long calls, with each rep spending upward of forty-five minutes to an hour on each call. Due to the positioning of the cubicles, Jason was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but he had an unobstructed view of virtually her entire workspace. She was dressed in a plain white blouse and conservative, knee-length floral patterned skirt. She doodled on her desk blotter as she worked, tucking her hair behind an ear in what looked like a subconscious gesture. And her right leg was swinging back and forth. Back and forth. To a life-long observer of female desperation like Jason, the motion was a classic sign of someone who needed the toilet. But that was impossible. There was no way Sara’s four-hour initiation hadn’t included showing her the location of the restrooms: just twenty-five feet away in the hallway outside the office. And even if by some odd circumstance she hadn’t been given that information, Sara had just returned from her hour-long lunch break. Surely if she needed to pee, she would have gone at lunch, right? Jason decided he must be imagining things. By two o’clock he’d changed his mind. There was no question the new hire needed to pee. She’d completed her first call and moved on to her second, and now she sat with her sensible flat shoes on the floor, her butt perched on the front edge of her wheeled desk chair. Her right heel tapped on the floor incessantly as her knee bounced while she worked. Jason had been doing his job for a long time and was more than able to assist his clients while following the adventure taking place in Sara’s cubicle. He was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but there was no question she KNEW he could see her, and yet there she was, bouncing her knee like a little girl who was being forced to wait for the toilet until she finished her homework. At first Jason was bewildered that someone would be so obvious about her need, but then it occurred to him that her distress would only be clear to someone like him, with years of experience searching out women who needed to pee. No one else would likely even notice Sara’s movements, or at last the significance of those movements would be lost to them. By three o’clock, Sara was approaching the limit of her ability to hold in her pee. It was obvious. Her legs were re-crossed tightly, and while she was still sitting on the front edge of her chair she was bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth. Her movements were quick and jerky, and she nibbled on her lower lip as she assisted her client. Unless she had an extremely small bladder or had drunk an enormous amount of liquid at lunch – or both - Jason doubted she’d peed since before leaving for work this morning. She was holding it intentionally. There was no other explanation. Sara bounced at her desk and nibbled on her lip and hung up her phone. Looked out at the hallway and back at the phone and Jason could almost read her mind. I really need to pee. Should I go now, before the phone rings again, or should I wait? The phone began flashing, forcing Sara’s hand, but it didn’t really matter. The call would be routed to another customer service rep if Sara didn’t answer after two rings, so she could still go pee if she needed to. She bounced and squirmed and glanced again at the hallway. Then she answered the call, and Jason was in love. Or at least in lust. And he thought, I really need to get to know this girl…
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    The New Hire, Part One

    Thanks for checking it out! Hopefully I'll have the chance to add Part Two soon...
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    The New Hire, Part One

    Thank you!
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    Latch Key Wetting at Coffee Shop

    Adorable story...
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    Latch-Key Wetting at the Mall!

    What a great story! Very cute and daring, great job!
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    Chaillet Family Vacation

    Great start! Hope to read more soon...
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    DespMely´s experience/sighting thread

    Your intern sounds totally cute! My only request would be to hear more of your sightings, either of her or anyone else. You're a great writer and I enjoy all your stories.
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Are you drinking anything mistress or just trying to hold on while you wait?
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    Another desperation and wetting experience

    Great job, Dolly! And as far as I'm concerned, you don't need to worry about boring anyone with your description. It was excellent, and fun to track your steadily increasing desperation...
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    Going to University

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    Holding and desperation

    Excellent job @DesperateDolly! Now you have to try to make yourself hold it even longer...
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Wow! You're a go-getter...good luck and I can't wait to see how this adventure turns out.
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    Ellie - and the regretted present

    This story is terrific - I have to say I admire Max's resolve, and his determination to get the most out of his voucher...
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    Nail Salon Desperation

    Super story!
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    Convenience Store Desperation

    Wow! You two are a desperation lover's dream come true...
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Excellent!
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    Live Action Omorashi

    I know you do, but as good as it would feel to let go now, imagine how much better the relief will be when you have to go even more...
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    Live Action Omorashi

    I like the way you think, Brittany...
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Go get 'em Brittany! How long do you think you can hold for?