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  1. Thank you, I'm so happy you liked it! I really love how this story came out, I'm just a bit disappointed on how no one is reading it. Maybe because it has a male tag- oh well, I had a ton of fun writing it. Awww thank you, that's so sweet! No worries, I've always been lurking, I just haven't been writing because of nothing really note worthy. I love omorashi and will probably stay here till the end of time! I'm thankful you didn't forget about me, I'm surprised!
  2. Oooh boy, ever since I posted my first story on this website I've had a long time since I saw anything worth mentioning (very sad, I know, I'm sure we all ommies can relate). But oh Gosh, the most amazing thing just happened last weekend. Hell, I'm not even sure of how to start or introduce this story- it's like a complete dream. Sometimes I even wonder if it was actually real- it was like a complete fantasy. So, like I did in my other story, I would love to give you a bit of a backstory. I'm a 21 year old girl (oh wow, it has been a long time) and I admit, I have this really big crush on this guy- hell, I think I'm confident enough to call it complete and utter love. I simply adore that boy. Problem? He's from another country and if it wasn't enough, he's from a completely different continent as well... and well, I'm from Portugal. You have no idea how many tears I shed over our distance. I wanted to touch him. To kiss him. To hug him. To hold his hand... let's give him a name, shall we?- well, how about Eric? One day my dream came true- his father had business in Portugal and Eric came with him. I was so ecstatic, I didn't even sleep the whole night. I planned my clothes a few hours before I slept and after a bit of tossing and throwing most of my wardrobe on the floor I picked a little short black skirt, black thigh highs (that I know he loves- thigh fetish, anyone?),a crop top and some combat boots (didn't mean to be so gothic that day, but black is considered sexy, right?). Well, my clothes were the least of my concerns- I was so nervous. What if he thought I was ugly? What if he thought I was boring or nothing like he expected? I couldn't stop time- the morning came, I woke up super early to take a shower and do my makeup. I wanted to look my best. I put my clothes on, left the house and got on the train- it was the most anxious hour of my life... My phone rang- Eric was there waiting for me just as I left the train. He sent me a message asking me if I would take long, as he needed to go to the toiled but didn't want to make me wait. My curiosity perked... oh really? I ran up to the entrance of the mall and as I saw him I fell straight into his arms. I hugged him for what seemed like forever but resisted the urge to kiss him as I didn't know his feelings for me. He was squirming for a bit, trembling as I squeezed him. Is he cold?. Then I remembered... he had to go to the bathroom. He seemed shy about it but finally said "Belle, I need to pee so bad". I was immediately turned on as I heard his words but said nothing about it, of course. It didn't seem to be very urgent but the boy almost seemed like he containing his urge of hopping from foot to foot. I asked if he was alright and jokingly asked if he was going to piss himself (ironic, considering what happened later that night). He stretched his hand out for me to hold it. I did and lead him to the bathroom. I also felt the urge to pee as I was in an hour and something train ride. The bad part? The bathroom was closed for cleaning and only the handicap bathroom was opened. "Oh nooooo" I heard him say quietly as he doubled down. He told me he didn't have time to go to the bathroom at the airport and went directly to me. How sweet is that? Well, we waited for about 10 minutes and as the queue was getting smaller and we got closer to the bathroom I could see him tap his foot. "Dude, there's sooo much piss inside my balls right now"! (I know, what a real memer). I laughed at that silly thing as it was our turn to use the bathroom. He went in first, obviously, and I went second. When I got out he seemed a lot more relieved "Thank you, Belle. I would let you go first but I really had to go". I swear, I almost melted at that. I wish I was inside the cubicle with him, just so I could watch him pee. Boy, what I naughty thought that was.... The day went great! I'm not sure about how much you want to read about it or if I should just skip into the "good" part but I feel the need to share about how sweet and nice he was. He held my hand, he put his arms around me and after lunch I took him outside the mall for a walk... he made the first move- he pushed me against a wall and kissed me. It wasn't my first overall kiss- but it not only it was my first kiss with tongue but also the first kiss with someone I actually really loved. The worst part? I couldn't stop laughing. Oops! I was so happy and nervous that I laughed against his lips more than I actually kissed him. I was so embarrassed! I could see he was getting a bit frustrated as well but I just couldn't help it! I really fucked up on that one. He grabbed my boobs and butt and I was very gentle when I touched him well... you know what, or so I should've. Instead of touching him gently, I legit thought it would be funny to nut slap him!! Oh Gosh, what is wrong with me! "Don't slap it" I heard him say. I laughed even harder. I just wished I grabbed him as well, I at least wanted to make him excited... but the night isn't over yet... of course we couldn't have sex or have any sexual experience, we were in public! But still, I could feel something tingle down there. I felt naughty again. Ok, sorry for that! I hope that wasn't too boring for you- let's get back on track. We left the mall and walked around Lisbon, he was never one to travel or much of a tourist but I still showed him the beauty of Lisbon. We took some terrible selfies (we even took one kissing, even knowing he hates those sort of pictures) and overall had a great time! Then we might've done a very bad decision (for him... for me it was amazing)- we went out drinking. We had the wonderful idea of buying a bottle of cheap vodka and a bottle juice and mixed it in a big McDonalds cup. Oh boy, it was delicious! I always loved Vodka with juice. What I didn't anticipate was how light weight he was... I had some friends around and I decided to introduce them to "my boy". We all decided to get fucked up together. I ringed my parents and told them I would sleep in my friends house, and after some convincing, they agreed. My friends also had some bottles of alcohol with them and we decided to drink in my friend's (let's call him Jacob) house. He had a beautiful big backyard with a nice pool to cool yourself on a hot summer day. His parents weren't home and... you might know where this is going... we of course had a big party! Around 15 people or so, some I didn't even know. Eric seemed to fit in quickly, despite seeming a bit shy. He was so handsome- he had long shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, a clean shaved face and kissable lips. His hair is what I adored most about his looks. I kept touching it and patting it- it was so soft and smelled so good, despite him being in an 8 hour flight! How even?! Ok, I promise I'll stop fangirling... for now. We started drinking and drinking- more and more... well, maybe a bit too much. We were so wasted. I'll admit, I don't remember much. I was so drunk on so many types of alcohol that I probably couldn't even tell the time or my name. As the night went by, I kept looking at Eric while completely ignoring the rest of my friends. I saw him slowly fill up his bladder with harsh drinks (The faces he made was adorable!). I knew his urge to pee was getting stronger and stronger as he sometimes danced on the spot while still forcing liquid down his throat- however, he never went to the bathroom. His cheeks were red, and his words slurred. I was getting more and more turned on as I kept looking at him. He was fucked... but then again, so was I. I'm an incredibly clumsy drunk. I kept falling and falling, walking in zig zags and stumbling about. I constantly needed to lean on Eric to keep myself from falling into the pool but by the end of it, I still ended up with bruises all over my legs. As we were all badly singing Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen I could see him double over and grab himself. Fuck, I didn't know alcohol would make me so turned on. I knew he had to pee. Badly. I was loving it and I couldn't take it, I lead him to the side of the house where it was mostly deserted and started to drunkenly kiss him- like real sloppy and gross. I was the one making the moves here, I was completely dominating a boy while he squirmed under me. "Please, Bell, I'm completely bursting. I'm legit going to piss myself right here". I was surprised on how he was still standing considering how much he drank. I wondered why he hasn't gone to the bathroom- maybe he was just too afraid to ask? And I also wondered how he still had complete control over his bladder... for now. It didn't matter to me. I was having the time of my life. I hugged him tight and started to kiss and bite his neck, compensating for earlier... I was so incredibly turned on. I wanted him so badly. I started to touch him and felt proud as he squirm under my fingertips. "Please, I need to pee so badly. Gotta pee. Gotta pee. Gotta pee." he repeated like a total child. I melted, it was so cute. I had to resist the urge to pull down his pants and ravish him right there. However, even in my drunk mind, I didn't want to take advantage of a drunk guy without his consent, no matter how much I wanted it. He was completely begging now- begging to be touched and begging to pee. I didn't even know what to do! I giggled against his neck and held his hand as we stumbled our way to one of the bathrooms, of course, the closest one downstairs. And of course, there was a line... I could just imagine how much alcohol those boys (I only have male friends) have consumed over the hours and how many uses that poor toilet had to suffer through. In my drunken state I hugged Eric as I almost fell down, grabbing myself onto his waist, unintentionally pressing on his bladder, I assumed, as he winced and grabbed himself. I never saw anyone so desperate to pee in my life- I wish I was completely aware just so I could remember every detail. He was running in place, and what I assumed trying to put his dick between his legs to stop the flow (I don't know how the male body works). I would be concerned about his dignity if I wasn't so damn turned on- watching his every movement closely... until I saw something that really really surprised me. After I heard him whisper "No, no, no. Fuck fuck fuck!!" I noticed his pants getting darker, just a little, but enough to get him to panic. It's like he sobered up right then and there and was fully aware of his situation- however, he laughed in the middle of his drunken desperation "Dude, Belle, I'm completely pissing myself over here" he crossed his legs and tried to bend over, still laughing. I laughed with him as I watched his pants get darker and darker, wetter and wetter. I thought he was almost in tears. We were surrounded by people, some of them even noticing the situation and laughing along with us, they were never the judgmental kind- however, I don't think he was embarrassed, maybe just under a lot of pressure. As a repetition of before, we were waiting in line- he was quiet, trying to hold his pee as I was giggling to myself, tingling with excitement- just like I had my first sexual awakening- I'm a virgin and don't have any sexual experience at all, if it weren't for omorashi I would just take that whole situation as funny and wouldn't be this wet over such a silly thing. I was completely thankful for this fetish in that moment... oh, it was finally our turn to get into the bathroom. He stumbled into the toilet, his legs pressed together and started to mess with his belt, as we all know is almost a rubix cube when you have too pee, let alone wasted. He called for me "Belle, please help me out. Fuuuck, I'm actually going to burst!". I stepped into the toilet with him and tried to undo his belt, not very successfully as he wouldn't stop moving. There was a point where he was in so much pain that in his drunken state he just possibly said "fuck this, I'm out" sat on the toilet and just let it all out. I just watched in awe as he threw his head back, moaned and closed his eyes. I completely thought he had passed out. It was like a damn faucet! I could see his pee soak through his pants and go into the toilet. I can only imagine how desperate he was! I bet he has such a small bladder. Seeing him pee like that reminded me of my own condition and how much I had to go as well. I just felt like sitting in his lap and pee right between his legs and I'm not even into that! He was so happy to finally be empty he almost couldn't get up, that is until we heard some of the guys yelling that they needed to use the toilet as well. They saw the whole entire thing as the door was opened- and I don't even think Eric cared, he was just ecstatic, like he just had an orgasm. He stumbled out of the bathroom, his jeans completely wet. I closed the bathroom door and finally had the time for myself- I wanted to masturbate right there in the toilet but I pulled my panties down (something I almost forgot to do) and peed, resisting that strong sexual urge. Sounds like a good ending right? And it was! But if you're still interested in my sexual escapades you can continue on reading... after I peed in the bathroom and let the other desperate boys inside. I found Eric sitting down outside the bathroom, most likely waiting for me. I grabbed his hand seeing if he would get up and we fell down on the floor together as we laughed. "Dude, I can't believe I fucking pissed myself" he slurred. "Yeah man, me neither" I giggled. He told me how gross he felt- that his jeans were sticking to his skin and how the warm piss became cold. The worst part? He didn't have any clothes to change into. He told his dad he would be sleeping in Lisbon but of course he didn't think he would wet himself while drunk. We went upstairs to another bathroom (trying not to die as going upstairs completely wasted is like climbing Mount Everest) to grab a towel and clean himself with a bit of water. He dropped his pants and I could see his boxers completely soaked, there was not a single dry spot. However, I could only see them for less then a minute as he dropped them to the floor. I could clearly see him half naked as he started to clean himself- and should I just say- wow! His well- hmmm, should I be a perv? His... dick... looked just perfect to me. Average and only with a bit of hair. My jaw dropped, I have never seen a real life penis in my 21 years of life. It was so much better than any porn I've seen. I wanted... no... I NEEDED him. I needed to do something to him. I felt like I was going to explode from excitement. I "accidentally" fell onto his chest, closed my eyes and touched him (no, I didn't slap him this time) I stroked his unclothed penis slowly as he moaned under his breath. Fuck- you guys, Eric is just such a great piece of a man...listening to his breaths and moans... it's just fantastic. I was so happy he could still get hard, even after all that drinking. I was really surprised. I had one priority: pleasure him, make him cum (Oh Gosh, I feel so dirty describing this!!). I got down on my knees (you know where this is going, right?) and started to kiss the tip of his penis- I think he liked that- I wrapped my lips around his dick and tried to suck as far as I could but I have a terrible gag reflex and well, I felt bad when he asked if I was alright. My priorities were still straight though! I sucked the tip while I stroked the rest of his length with my hand. I don't know if it was the drinking but he came sooner than I expected. I hated the taste and spit it out, but just knowing it was his made me happy. The next part made laugh... he had such a big goofy smile on his face when he picked me up (still half naked) kissed me, got out of the bathroom and said "Hey, this girl just sucked my cock!" I was so embarrassed! Especially because I'm pretty sure we still left a puddle of cum on this guy's bathroom floor (ew) When the early morning came, some of the guys went home wasted while some were passed out on the yard in their own vomit (again, ew. So happy that never happened to me). I don't remember falling asleep, but I was happy seeing Eric by my side (still with his dick out). We all had this huge hangover that totally killed us but I really don't regret anything! It was one of the most amazing nights of my life! That's it! I hope you all liked my story... sorry it went a bit sexual there but I felt the need to tell you guys absolutely everything! Cya!
  3. Thank you!! Now that I got the ins and outs of the city it is trully wonderful. I even discovered a few toilets!
  4. Thank you so much! I'm very glad you liked my story. I just hope it doesn't happen again. I'll admit, it did make me a bit scared to venture out ouside alone again.
  5. Hey guys! This is my first post here in this wonderful website. I've been lurking for years now but I finally experienced something that might be worth posting. Do you guys like backstories? I'm a 19 year old girl from Portugal that finally got enough money from working at her shitty job to finally make the trip of her dreams. Italy was always a place I would like to visit, with their amazing culture and breathtaking monuments. I'm staying in Rome at the moment in a cheap ass youth hostel... I share a semi- decent sized room with about 10 boys and girls, most of them wear underwear around the room which makes me somewhat aroused and which in turn makes me incredibly embarassed. It was all fine and dandy when I arrived at the said Youth Hostel; I shily said my "hi's" to the boys and girls, got my clothes in my side of the closet and went straight to sleep as I was very very tired. I woke up the next day with people talking loudly and decided to leave for my trip early in the morning. I waited ages in line to take my morning pee as all bathrooms were occupided (I was marching in place as my bladder yelled at me for not peeing before sleeping) but eventually came my turn and I sighed in relief as the pee flowed out of me. I then took a shower, put on a bit of make-up and put my clothes on: a black sweater over a button shirt, black skinny high waisted pants and a long jacket. The weather was awesome and I thought it would be such an amazing day. I decided to go to the colloseum first, it was a 2 hour walk not including subway rides so it was pretty far away from the place I now had to call home. Since I was alone and only had Google maps to guide me I got lost very quickly (I'm not very good with maps) I was determined to see the Trevi fountain today and all that aimlessly walking around got me very very thristy (you probably can see where this is going) so I bought a big ass waterbottle and a average can of ice tea. I drank the ice tea in almost one gulp and started sipping from my waterbottle. After a few hours of walking around and drinking I felt that familiar twinge in my bladder- Here's the thing, I NEVER get desperate to pee. I have a pretty big bladder and I usually never go pass my limits, especially in public- Call it an iron bladder if you will- but there was something different this time. My need was growing and FAST. I finally got to the Trevi Fountain after another 2 hours of walking- it was beautiful, simply amazing- but part of me couldn't even enjoy it because of my dumb bladder. I wasn't going to let such a silly thing ruin my fun so I held it in the best I could... but then I noticed that he fountain would not shut up, the water splashing just kept sending signs to my bladder, tormenting me, mocking me... at that point I was doing my best not to squirm but my body seemed to have a mind of it's own and my thighs kept getting pressed together without my concent... I threw my coin into the water and was preparing to leave when a beautiful Italian boy around my age invited me for some ice cream. I was completely stunned. How could I refused such an offer? We walked for about 5 minutes in an akward silence (thanks to my anxiety... and bladder) and we finally got to an ice cream stand. They all looked so delicious and he paid for a big sized chocolate one, my favourite flavor. We sat on the church steps slowly eating. He was trying to talk to me but I was too focused on my bladder to give him more than a forced strained smile. After about 20 minutes of eating and senseless talking I was begining to get desperate. I could not stop squirming and my legs would not stop shaking. I desperatly wanted to cross my legs and jam a hand in between them but alas, it wouldn't make a very good impression on the young boy. I just kept pressing my poor "zone" onto the steps, hoping he wouldn't notice. After what seemed like an eternity, maybe 30 minutes or so we finally parted, I said I had to go home meet a friend and he asked me to dinner. I accepted, maybe this time our date would go by a lot more pee desperation free. When he left I started to jump in place, whispering a bunch of silly "ooh oh oh" under my breath. My need was slowly driving me insane and just knowing that the walk home was at least 2 hours with a bunch of subway rides in between almost drove me to tears. I decided I would just look for a public bathroom... there were none. On all the hours I walked in Rome I did not see a single public bathroom. I even searched "toilets in Rome" on Google Maps but every bathroom was pay (which I refused to do, even bursting) or very busy. I was completely fucked... I decided to not give up and still look for that perfect heavenly toilet. I walked in some random direction and after about 20 minutes I realized I was lost... again. It was getting dark and the cold against my body was making my bladder ache in desperation. I looked around and placed my hand against my crotch, refusing to hold myself but dying to. Even if I wanted to walk home at that point I had no idea where the roads were going to take me. I grimanced and pressed ny legs together with my hands at my side, trying to control myself. I was dying. After 30 minutes of walking I was so tired I had to sit down. Even though all I wanted was to keep going my legs and feet were so sore from walking all day. The moment my butt hit the chair a wave of desperation hit me and I instantly pressed my hand against my crotch, finally holding myself. I was so embarassed I wanted to cry right then and there. The streets were so busy. What would they think if they saw a 19 year old holding herself like a little child? At least I was sitting down so no one noticed- still, my fears were quite real. I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could and got up from the chair, my legs almost giving out on me. I was so close to my limit where before I didn't even knew I had a limit. I walked for about another hour, completely frantic. I was NOT going to pee my pants, that was not an option. I was going to hold it in, I didn't even cared if I got sick. I was not going to let go. There were constant waves hitting me in every step and everytime I was whispering "Oh God I just wanna pee. I wanna hold myself. I wanna hold myself. I wanna pee. Please God let me hold it in" I just wanted to get home. At distance I saw something that almost made me pee myself right there- it was the subway station. I could finally get home and pee, I thought. I started to run to the station... bad idea. All those quick steps were making the water in my bladder slosh around painfully. I had to stop mid away, gasping as a tiny single drop escaped my poor pee-hole and got absorved into my panties. I didn't even think twice before grabbing frantically at my crotch, stoping the drop from becoming a leak. The relief of finally being able to hold myself was great...but then my reflief turned into sheer embarassment when I noticed some group of cute boys and girls giving me weird looks, almost smiling at me. I peeled my hand away from my aching crotch and squeezed my muscles with all my might as I slowly walked into the station, my legs completely glued together. I didn't even think of looking for the bathroom before taking out my ticket and boarding the subway, after waiting for a short amout of time... which to me took an eternity I rushed inside the packed vihicle and looked for somewhere to sit... there were none. I grabbed a pole and pushed myself onto it, a smart alternitive to holding my throabing crotch, I thought. The ride was hell. The contents of my still filling bladder were getting unbearable and the shaking of the subway was not helping my case. Each time it came to a stop and vibrated my bladder shook with it. It was complete torture. I felt another drop escape and I pushed my crotch against the dirty pole forcefully, stoping the flow once again as I was biting my lip hard. I almost started rubbing myself against it if it wasn't for someone bumping against me. I gasped as my legs tembled in utter desperation. I was NOT going to pee myself. I was not. I WAS NOT. I finally arrived to my destination. This was the hardest part for me- walking to the hostel. I couldn't stop shaking. My legs were so tired they were almost collapsing and my feet were getting boils on them. I grinted my theet as my need so grand that my back was hurting, almost with an unbearable pain. I was in so much pain. My vision got clouded by tears as I held my bladder to the end of the street. I pushed my pride to the side and started to full on pee dancing as I had to get through that 10 minute walk home. I had to stop every few steps to burry my hand deep into my crotch, bending over. I clenched my theet and persevered and with my hands clawing betweet my legs and my legs pressed together I finally managed to get inside the place I was staying. I hopped into my room and dropped my jacket on the floor as I unbutton my pants, letting my bladder expand. It was rock hard and almost looked like a ballon about to pop. To my horror all bathrooms were occupided and I had to painfully wait in line, there were at least 2 people in front of me. I was a complete mess, I wasn't even trying to keep myself under control anymore. I was on the verge of wetting myself in front of all those cute boys and girls... I was very lucky as the girl in front of me noticed my desperation and lend me her spot in front of the line. I don't think I will ever be able to forget her.... as soon as I heard the toilet flush a spurt shot out of me and wet my panties. I kept screaming to myself "Oh God no please no no no no" as I held on for dear life. As soon as the door opened I rushed inside, not even having the time to pull my pants and panties down before I exploded. I felt a thin stream running down my legs as I quickly as possible pulled my clothes down and sat on the toilet. At first it was only a very light stream but then it got thicker and thicker. Hitting the inside of the toilet with a loud splash. I peed for about two minutes straight. The relief was imense, almost like an orgasm. It just felt so wonderful I couldn' keep myself from letting out a little moan as I shivered in pleasure. I hope you guys liked my story! It was totally hell for me but I still hope someone can enjoy my little desperate adventure. It doesn't happen very often so I really hope it made this website justice <3
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