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  1. This is a great story! Surprised it doesn't have any comments!
  2. Was so excited to see this posted! I love couples stories and in general your stories are some of the most creative and well written I've seen! Keep going! I'm still wondering what Lauren ended up doing at the end of part 2
  3. For context, I've been dating my girlfriend for about 2.5 years, she's amazing but not into omo. I broached the topic of my fetish early on after she had gotten very desperate and peed in public while I was standing in front of her at a large outdoor event. She kinda laughed it off at first but over time we've talked about it more. Whenever we're drinking together we'll frequently go in the bathroom together while she pees, and sometimes she'll do a little pee dance for me before going. Whenever she has a very desperate experience (very rarely) she does tell me about it during sex but usually only when she's eager to get me off and she does it say that it feels awkward for her and she doesn't really like it. She does however no how to get me going when she tells these stories, she does it in a super sexy way, she could be a writer on here and people would loooooove it, which of course only makes me crave it more. Has anyone else ever been in a similar situation? Has anyone succeeded with helping their partner be more comfortable with this kink?
  4. I made this! It was mostly to just try out that platform, I was pretty shocked to look back it at years later and see how many people on there played it.
  5. Just had to log in to say thanks for sharing! Genuine stories like this are my favorite!
  6. Here you go! http://web.archive.org/web/20040605202209/http://www.femaledesperation.com/waters.htm
  7. I'd be interested in helping with writing. I've been wanting to make a game like the Melissa or Jenny games that also have some sort of "fun" meter as well as maybe an "embarrassment" meter. Couple thing's I've thought of would be 2 female best friends going on a road trip, amusement park, or beer/music festival. My idea centers around making the game about having as much fun as possible and not really about omorashi but having the bladder element. Obviously constantly using the bathroom would mean missing out on things and potentially annoying the other character (or vice versa). But getting extremely desperate will obviously have negative consequences on both fun and embarrassment.
  8. Hi guys, I somehow remembered an old experience that I think was posted on here that I'm trying to find, it might not have been its own topic, might have been a reply in a topic. Not sure. Anyway, it was about a girl who was on vacation with her aunt and uncle and cousin, and I think they're staying in a hotel. I think that she misses her morning pee and ends up so desperate that she says she's sick (she's shy to admit needing to go) as an excuse to go back to the hotel. Then not wanting to reveal her desperation she holds on for even longer while with her cousin in the hotel. Anyone else remember this story?
  9. The nurse guided Kimmy out of the waiting room with a hand on her shoulder. Kimmy was completely panicking, she had no idea what to do. She had never needed the restroom this badly in her life. Before she had much time to think about it, the nurse quickly steered her out of the school building via side door and into the soccer field that was used during evacuations. "Okay Kimmy" the nurse said, "Go find your teacher". Kimmy shuffled across the field with her legs crushed together and found Ms. Schultz. "There's my hall monitor!" My schultz exclaimed before handing Kimmy a clipboard "go down the line and make sure that everyone is here." Kimmy walked down the line of her classmates, some of them seemed to notice her blushing face and clear discomfort, but most of them were busy chatting amongst each other. She completed the attendance and, trying to remain somewhat composed, returned the clipboard to Ms. Schultz. "Everyone's here!" Ms. Schultz gave the girl an odd look, and Kimmy took her place at the front of the line. Over the next few minutes, Kimmy tried her hardest to get her mind off of her bladder, but before long she found herself walking in circles, constantly reaching down to pull her waste band away from her bladder. She felt like she had a lake inside her. 5 minutes went buy, but it felt like hours to Kimmy, her whole body was shaking, she could hardly hear anything, just a ringing in her ears. Her private area was quivering desperately. She looked frantically around but there was nothing she could possibly do. She was in an open field surrounded by her entire school. Just then, Ms. Shultz placed a hand gently on Kimmy's shoulder and handed the clipboard back. "Kimmy, I think we'll be going in soon, when we do, can you drop this off at the classroom before you go back to music class? I have a meeting to attend." Kimmy bit her lip and nodded as she took the clipboard and tried to stand still. She looked all around the field, she couldn't concentrate, her vision felt blurred. Suddenly, her body shuddered violently and she felt a sudden wetness in her crotch as a huge squirt of pee exploded out of her. She doubled over and managed to cut it off, looking around to see if anyone noticed. She was actually going to pee herself in front of her entire school. This was the worst day of her life. A few more moments went by, Kimmy racked her brain but she had no options, she could confess to Ms. Schultz that she could no longer hold it, but there was nothing she could do to help her at this point. Finally, Kimmy saw the principal move to the center of the field and announce that it was safe to return to the building. Without even saying a word to Ms. Schultz or attempting to lead the class, Kimmy took off, walking as fast as she possible could. She was the first person back to the school and as soon as she was out of sight she leaked again, this time plunging a hand into her crotch to help her stem the flow. She darted into the bathroom, the clipboard clanked down onto the sink as she exploded into the very first stall, ripped down her pants and exploded into the toilet before she had even finished sitting down. She was hyperventilating as it gushed on and on, for well over a minute before she was finally finished, and even then she didn't get up, she sat on the toilet and as she continued to try and catch her breath. Finally, she exited the stall and looked in the mirror, she was a mess, it looked she had been crying. Her whole body was still quivering after the stress she had undergone. She picked up the clipboard and quickly walked back to Ms. Schultz classroom amid the chaos. When she walked in, Ms. Schultz was already sitting at her desk, Kimmy blushed at the fact that she had obviously not gone straight there. "Thank you Kimmy, my meeting was cancelled after all, I'll see you after music class". Kimmy smiled and left, walking down the hall to music class still breathing heavily and shaking from her ordeal. Next time she knew she was going to be hall monitor, no more huge huge bottles of juice at breakfast.
  10. It was 10:20am. Kimmy had been sitting in Music class for 20 minutes and could barely concentrate. She found herself listening to the teacher as long as she could, only to find herself glancing back up at the clock to see that only 30 seconds had passed. If there was any chance that the teacher would let her go to the bathroom she would have asked 10 minutes ago, but the music teacher had never let anyone go the whole year, because she knew the class had a bathroom break right before. Regardless, Kimmy had already decided that as soon as the class got back to Ms. Shultz's room she was going to ask to go. As much as she hated doing that she had no choice, there was no way that she could wait until lunch. Being one of her favorite students, and having never asked to go outside of break time before, Kimmy was certain that Ms. Shultz would let her go, she just had to wait about 40 more minutes. Not even 15 minutes later, Kimmy situation had somehow got even worse, which she hadn't thought possible. She felt like she had a fever, she was sweating all over, and absolutely could not sit still in her seat. Her left thumb was permanently holding the waistband of her jeans away from her burning bladder. Luckily she was in the back of the room and no one seemed to be taking notice of her. Eventually a pulse rocked Kimmy's body so hard that she let out a gasp, it wasn't loud, but enough that the kids around her looked over. Kimmy could hold it no longer, her hand shot up and waved frantically and the teach looked over "Can I please go to the nurse?" she blurted out "I feel like I'm going to throw up." "Yes of course... I'll write you a pass" the teacher responded, alarmed by the sudden outburst. Kimmy immediately got up from her seat and walked half bent over to the front of the room, forcing herself to stand still as the teacher quickly scribbled out a pass. Kimmy quickly took the pass and bolted out of the room. She would have to go to the nurses office and use the bathroom there, otherwise the nurse would see the time on her pass and notice that she hadn't gone straight there. It didn't matter to much as the nurses office was actually just past the nearest bathroom. She burst in to the nurses office and was dismayed to see the nurse was talking to another student, so she'd have to wait in the waiting area before she could go in. She quickly sat down in a seat where no one would be able to see her and shoved a hand down her pants to hold herself directly. Her skin was soaked with sweat now, she could not believe how bad she had to go. This was by far the worse she had ever need to pee in her entire life. Suddenly, in a cruel twist of fate, the fire alarm went off. The loud noise nearly made Kimmy lose a spurt but she managed to hang on, quickly withdrawing her hand before the nurse came out and began urging her to evacuate the building. Final chapter coming soon!
  11. I would really like my girlfriend to tell me stories about times she has been desperate prior to foreplay. I wouldn't want/ask her to wet, pee on me, or even get desperate on purpose as I'm not into those things She is aware of my fetish and that the stories she has told me have turned me on but hasn't really taken the initiative to do it herself and I'm building up the courage to ask. Anyone have any advice for starting this conversation and has anyone ever done this with a partner that either was or wasn't also into omo and want to share their experiences?
  12. Kimmy Ingram actually liked school. She was quite intelligent and her parents had raised her to always put her best effort into everything she did, and as a result, her teacher, Ms. Schultz, seemed to like Kimmy back. Kimmy was always called upon to help with anything that Ms. Schultz needed, and as a result some of her classmates made fun of Kimmy for being a teachers pet. Although she didn't love it, Kimmy shrugged their sneers off, she wouldn't let them put her down for being well behaved and smart. In Ms. Schultz classroom, there were a certain number of assigned "jobs" that everyone in the class would rotate between. One person would be in charge of attendance, one in charge of passing out worksheets or quizzes, and so on. One of the most important jobs was the hall monitor, and today it was Kimmy's turn to be the hall monitor. The hall monitor's main responsibility was to always walk at the back of the line when the class would move from room to room, either to go to arts classes, lunch, recess, or an assembly. The hall monitor would make sure that everyone stayed in line and behaved. It was also the hall monitors responsibility to make sure that class bathroom breaks moved along efficiently and without incident. If the hall monitor on a given day was a boy, he would pick a girl to watch over the girls bathroom break to make sure everyone did their business efficiently and without horseplay while he would do the same for the boys, and vice versa. On most days the class had a set schedule. It would start at 8AM, then there would be special class (art, music, or gym) at 10 until 11, then lunch was at 1, followed by recess until 2, then back to class until the end of the day at 3:30. Ms. Schultz would typically take the entire class for a bathroom break just before 10, then again after recess at 2. Outside of those times students were expected to wait, but Ms. Schultz always let the students go during class if they needed to. Kimmy glanced up at the clock, 9:20, about 30 minutes until the class would head to the bathroom before music. Being very responsible, Kimmy would usually always take advantage of the class bathroom breaks as a precaution, never wanting to have to ask to go outside of the set times as she feared it would make her look childish to Ms. Schultz. On this day Kimmy was quite looking forward to the break. Her mother had to go into work early this morning, so her father had driven her to school, in the rare instances that he would take Kimmy to school, they had a bit of a tradition of stopping at a local convenience store for breakfast. Today kimmy had gotten a rather large bottle of juice and had already finished it, in addition to drinking from her regular water bottle. Kimmy caught herself zoning out staring at the now empty bottle. She needed to go to the bathroom. It wasn't an emergency, but she rarely had to go this bad during class. She tried to focus on the lesson to distract herself, but couldn't help but frequently glance at the clock, noticing only a few minutes had passed each time. Finally it was 9:50, Kimmy felt relieved, but Ms. Schultz was still teaching. Kimmy fanned her legs in anticipation. "Come on, come on" she thought to herself, "why make us late today..." Suddenly noticing the time, Ms. Schultz quickly wrapped up the lesson and ordered everyone to line up for music class. Kimmy stood immediately, hoping to be near the front of the line and thus among the first to get into the bathroom, when suddenly she remembered, she was hall monitor today! She quickly shot a glance over at the job board and sighed as she her name written in chalk under "HALL MONITOR". Kimmy went straight to her place at the back of line, hoping that everyone else would also line up quickly so that they could get this over with and she could finally relieve herself. The class marched to the bathroom and upon their arrival Kimmy picked out a boy to watch over the boys toilets and led the first group of girls into the girls room. There was not set rule, but it was generally accepted that the hall monitor would always go last. There were four stalls in the bathroom and around 15 girls in the class, there would be a few who would skip the break, meaning that Ms. Schultz would usually send in two groups of 6 or so. Kimmy stood by the sinks and crossed her legs back and fourth as she was forced to listen to her classmates relieve themselves. After she made sure the first group had washed their hands, the second group came in and followed suit. Kimmy couldn't help but blush as the rest of the girls saw her pee dance, but she just couldn't make herself stand still. Finally there was just one girl left in the stalls, Kimmy's dancing intensified as she came out and started washing her hands, almost... almost... "Kimmy! are we almost finished up in there? We're late for music class" she heard Ms. Schultz call from outside the bathroom. The last girl quickly dried her hands and ran outside to join the class. Kimmy froze for a moment in indecision, finally taking one step toward the toilet before she heard Ms. Schultz ordering the class along. Suddenly terrified of being left behind, she took one final glance at the toilet she so badly needed and, being completely alone in the bathroom, quickly kneaded herself before running out after the rest of the class. To be continued...
  13. Awesome story. Love super realistic stuff.
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