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Consent: The Pseudo-Tolerant Double Standard what a line

There was an Indiana Jones game, I can't remember which one, but you kept his canteen on you as like a 1 to 1 extra health vial. You'd have as much water as you had hp more or less, and you could drink water from said canteen to refill HP. You would have to top it off at water sources. Does anyone remember the game I'm talking about? I must have been a kid when I played it, maybe a PS2 title? Anyway, I obviously do not have to explain how to omorashify that ENTIRE system. You knew what I was getting at before you finished reading the first line.

Thank you! My writing amount has slowed down in recent years and I've been trying to do it more lately, so it helps to hear I still have a touch at it!

So, wasn't very strong. But this should be a neat mini story about the kind of accident that could ONLY happen duiring a deliberate hold, aka, trying to figure out where the hell the towels are going. Sorry for any typos, I'm still coming down from the relief. I was mid-hold, literally here on the brink as you know, when an urgent staff matter came up I had to deal with. Dealing with it was very frustrating to me, and normally I would have just abandoned the hold for it you know, killing the mood, but I was really having fun. I bent over and picked up the towels I had on the floor, which made me squeak and spurt a bunch. The damage was going to get very bad very quickly. So I sat here, monotonously typing away for the situation, and I was leaking kinda bad, luckily I was sitting on some towels. But I REFUSED to let go. It was like, angry holding. I WAS going to save it for when I was done and be able to actually finish the fun on a good note. The damage to my shorts got to an absolute unmissable level on the ass, because, well, multiple leaks sitting down. The red turned to a deep crimson, practically. Luckily there was nobody around to notice other than my sleeping S/O who typically doesn't even wake up for like, another hour after I finish posting this. When the situation was rectified, my studious staff brain returned to my bladder and jesus christ. Imagine, if you will, getting latchkey urge from like, a shift of focus. It wasn't that I was putting a key in a latch, its that I'd finished splitting my focus and it had all returned to the ACTIVE DANGER. This made me leak enough that I actually saw it pool out between my thighs a bit before it seeped into the towel. I stood up and turned around, planning to return to dancing with my hands buried in my (now kinda undeniably soaked) shorts, and bent over to pull the towels off my chair and good lord that was it. It was like an alt concept of that one incident I had playing video games years ago where I was propping myself up on the arm of the chair, except this time my hands were on the seat of it. I bent down to get the towels and that was just enough of a squash to let out a spurt so potent I could NOT close it back off. I jumped and crossed my legs and I HEARD the pee splash against the floor as I did so like "FUCK FUCK FUCK" because the towels weren't even on the floor yet but I absolutely started gushing, it was like the realization that "no wait i still had to do this one last thing before I peed" in the form of re-laying the towels that THAT became a latchkey sensation. I just could not get them there in any seemly manner before it was just spraying out of my crotch and down my legs, branching off in wild streams that splashed everywhere all over my wood floor. I just kinda stuck my bare foot in the towels and like, moved them around AS I was still pissing myself, like trying to damage control as it was happening but...well, it didn't really do that much, the majority of the cleanup happened after it was over. The entire time I was trying to see if I could stop, herculean clenches followed by moans of just "FUUuucck" because every time I thought I was like 75% of the way to closing the valve it'd bottom out again. Now I'm sitting here with my wet undies and shorts wrapped up in the towels next to me. I got some pee on my abdomen and can see it glistening, no idea how it got there, must be from my fingers. Either way, despite the hiccup, this was a fun one!!! I should do another one soon with some sort of stipulation. Maybe give the playbyplay of a specific challenge, something spicier than "I feel a twinge sitting down here doing nothing oh no pee" Regardless, thank you all tons for joining me. Its been awhile since I got to indulge, and normally I actually hate audiences that aren't like. Super personal. But I was just in the mood for it today idk. I hope you all enjoyed it!! Please feel free to ask any questions I failed to sufficiently answer if the writing is lacking!! 🙂

hasvingt to deal with staff stuff during this reewsulted in a LOT of leakage lmaoo

IT IS NOW VISIBLER ON THE SAHORTS THATS NOWT HOW THAT WORKS IM ALREDDDTY MAKING TONS TYPINGF MAKES DRIBBVLES COME TGHIS SI BAD I DONT KNOW WHY YOU CAME HERE ASSUMING IT WOULD BE ANYTHING YOU ENJOY

not yet though im havign a hard time keeping quiet need hands typing hard first leak happened no damage to shorts, plenty to the underwear

I DSONT THINK THAT IS GOING TO BE AN ISSUE I gotta standf up and pace and bounce hecc

this is getting really bad, its like a never ending open tap of urgency, im getrting to the point functioning is hard FINISHED TIMESHEETS THOUGH FUCK YEAH im very very fidgety asnd myt hands are beginning to become occupied. Getting a bit sweaty. The tasty shakies. yeehaw.