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For those who follow me, I'm sure you've noticed I've barely posted experiences lately. There's a variety of reasons, but the biggest one is that there just haven't been many. She was always into this mostly for me (though she did enjoy it) and we've been drifting apart for a few years. Well, we finally officially split a few months ago. Without airing all of our business, I will say that its for the best for both parties and move on. I was fully prepared to come on here lamenting the loss of an omo parter since I figured the chances of me meeting someone into this were slim to none and I would just have to make do with whoever I found. Then, at the beginning of the month, something crazy happened. You know how people will say its impossible to actually meet someone on Fet Life who's into this? Well, by some miracle it happened. The crazier part is that we connected on a very deep emotional level since we are remarkably similar in both personality, likes, and quirks that we are helping each other with. But enough of the sappy stuff, that's not what we're here for. More relevant here is that we are super-connected even on the Omo side of things! For those who've read my stories/experiences, you will know that my favorite part is the build-up and continued desperation as their bladder fills up, with wetting a pleasant side-effect. Well, she's into the same! Except this time, unlike with my ex, she is really, genuinely into it. The only downside is that we live a considerable distance apart, but we are already planning some remote holding/bladder control sessions, and we already scheduled an in-person meetup next month and we are both super excited about the craziness we're going to get up to. Stuff that's past anything my ex was ever willing to participate in. Out of respect for her I will keep things very vague for now since I haven't cleared sharing anything, but there's a chance she's on here and will chime in. In time I might even write up some of our adventures. Sorry for the tease, but I'm just too excited about this and had to share it somewhere!

I went up with my wife to visit her family on Thanksgiving. We were talking about a concert at a large venue in town and someone there mentioned they always though about needing to pee. Someone else proceeded to ask why, and she explained that she was going to a concert with a friend and got stuck in traffic on the way there. Apparently they were stuck on a bridge on the way there and barely moving. She had to pee so badly that she was telling her friend she had to stop the car because she was about to pee. Friend proceeded to yell at her, telling her that she better not pee in her new car and they she couldn't stop there. She didn't go into any more detail, but she somehow managed to hold on until they go there. Apparently she held on so long it damaged something and it hurt to pee for a while after that, though she made a full recovery. I can only imagine, because I have been in traffic on that bridge, and know what that area is like, and it was at least 30 minutes until they got to the venue, and possibly an hour. My wife was staring at me the entire time she was telling the story, and on thew way back she made a comment about not wanting to end up hurting herself like that. I had to explain to her that what that woman did was keep holding for another hour beyond when she gave in because it hurt too much and that she wasn't going to injure herself with what we were doing.

Those are some good points - I don't really have to try when it's family (or kids, ick), that's just naturally an unerotic situation. Friends it will definitely pop into head, though, even if I don't really get turned on. I would say the only times I have to consciously fight it is when it's my wife who is desperate and there's people I know around. A perfect example is when we're on a family trip and she has to pee but there's nowhere to stop. There's definitely been some awkward moments where I had to hide a very obvious erection.

I know all of my stories are normally about my wife, but here's one of my own. Without diving into details, I have difficulty peeing due to some nerve damage after a car wreck. For the first ~5 months after the car wreck, I actually had to use a catheter each time I peed (its kinda better now, but not all of the way). About 3 months after the wreck I had been home from the hospital for a couple weeks when I had to go back in for another surgery. I don't remember the exact specifics (thank god) but I do clearly remember waking up after the surgery and having to pee BAD. I told the nurse I needed to pee, and she brought me the urinal container. I then tried to explain to her that I couldn't use that, I had to have a catheter. It took a while to explain this, and once she realized what I was talking about they apparently had to put in an order in their system for the catheter since it wasn't something they had there in the recovery area. I don't know how long it took, but it felt like ages. The catheter had a bag attached, which held 1 Liter, and I completely it filled up. They actually had to order in a 2nd one since they wouldn't re-use that one, but it was thankfully no longer urgent.

The girl I mentioned above had been trying to hook up with me all night. Pretty sure it really was just a hook-up, but I had no interest in her.

She's told me she has never peed herself and I have no reason to believe she is lying. Until the last 3-4 years she had a truly iron bladder and was only limited by pain on how long she could hold it (her record was ~1300ml, and she still wasn't leaking). I don't think she ever voluntarily let out anything more than a small leak (only exception was a few times when she got interrupted and pulled up her pants but took a few seconds to cut off the flow). As mentioned, even now the most she does is leak. She does kegals like crazy and its like her muscles are too strong to just completely give out. That said, I feel like its only a matter of time before she completely loses it, but it will take something extreme like being stuck in traffic for a long time or hiking but there's too many people for her to pee next to the trail before she gets there.

Well, my wife knows about it so whenever someone else (like her sister!) is talking about needing to pee, she will commonly shoot me a look. Same thing if a character in a show does it. I guess that's another reason I need that poker face!

I'm curious how many others have experienced this, but are there times you had to "turn off" your omo fetish for one reason or another? For me, its usually when its family related (such several times my SIL was dying to pee in the car when I was driving). This weekend, I had a less-comfortable one. I was at an all-day marching band competition, and the bathrooms were WAY away from where we were loading and set up, plus there were several bus rides. As a result I must have heard "I am dying to pee" at least 15 times. The problem is that they were almost all underage (and I obviously won't relay them here). It was actually much easier since they were underage and even thinking about that was more than enough to keep from getting "excited." It was a little more complicated when they were 18+. There were a few times I saw adults obviously desperate to pee. There was one time in particular, though, with a student where I know the girl was 18 so I will give a brief account (I was still standing in front of over 100 school kids, so very much thinking about something else to avoid a "situation" and don't have specific details on what she was doing). We had eaten, then gone back to the competition so we could see the last band then find out who made finals. However, when we got there, they were running ahead and we had to rush to the stands before they announced the results, then we waited through the presentation, then stayed afterwards for a debrief. About 15 minutes in, I saw a drum major lean over to the director, who then said "Alice, you can go to the bathroom." She shook her head, but she was obviously in dire need. About a minute later, drum major shouted "Come on Alice, you are obviously dying up there." Sure enough, she was actually starting to cry! Finally, a couple minutes later, the director said "Ok, I'm done, will you just go pee?" at which point her and another girl sprinted full speed to the bathroom.

I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind. Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything. Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around). What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash. "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked. "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her. "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground. "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?" Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked. That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment. To answer your last question: I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.

Depends on which you are talking about. If we're talking about the cat on her bladder, she has never fully lost control. In fact, she has never fully lost control a single time. The must I have ever seen is a solid leak (or even a series of them). However, the most that even happens with the cat is a tiny leak. The bed is about 3 seconds from the toilet, so it would never be more than that anyway. When having sex, it depends on the position. Whenever we do it doggy-style, she isn't able to pee AT ALL. Its like we were designed together in that respect, lol. Any other position, though, and she is squirting constantly. We have a waterproof blanket we use, but in cases like this in the morning we just end up with a wet bed.

EXACT same thing with my wife. Whats funny is it's usually the cat hopping on top of her (it's his thing to climb on us so we will pet him). Happens at least once a week. Another related thing: we will have sex in the morning occasionally. If I wake up first, I can try to get her going before her morning pee. Sometimes she will jump up and run to the bathroom as soon as I wake her, but usually she won't say anything until I'm inside her, at which point she starts panicking and begging me to hurry up. Naturally, I do whatever I can to put extra pressure on her bladder (unless she says not to, obviously).

*** Content warning: there's sex at the end of this post*** This weekend, we went out again and had some more pee-holding fun, this time on our own schedule and not whatever the school was doing. We left in the morning to see the eclipse, which required driving a few hours. We stopped along the way, but when finally got there she apparently needed to go again because she said: "Finally, I can't wait to pee!" We've been to this city before, and there is a long stretch of shops with minimal bathrooms - basically, there's one on one end at the main square, and another a block off at the visitor's center. I wasn't really trying to orchestrate it, but where we ended up parking was on the other side of main street from the visitors center, which meant we weren't really going to be passing either of them. However, even an hour later there was still no outward sign. I chalked it up to the fact that she hadn't been drinking much water so even though she was full when we got there, not much else went in. Then, we decided to get something to eat. After figuring out where to go, she immediately said: "Thank god, because I have to pee SO BAD!" Score! Still no outward signs, but once we got there and were standing in line to get seated she started squirming around. Without even sitting down, she dropped her bag at the table and hurried inside. Not long after we finished eating, we headed out to the next stop - a distillery holding a festival of some kind. It was a little over an hour away, which meant that her bladder should be holding up nicely by the time we got there. It could use some extra hope there, so I helpfully asked if she wanted me to stop to get something to drink. I knew the answer would be yes, so I stopped to get her a soda. Then, as if by a miracle, there was a lot of traffic. Finally, about 45 minutes later, we made it to the cutoff towards the distillery, though it was still over 30 minutes away. What was great about this drive was that there was seriously nowhere to stop until we got there. Not a single business, just a winding, but relatively busy, road with nowhere to hide. There was still no mention from her about needing to pee, so I decided to prod her a little. I don't know why, but I still get nervous asking her these things, but after working myself up to it for a couple minutes I finally asked it: "So, do you think you could hold your pee for me on the way home?" She paused and sighed "Yeah, I guess I can do that." "What, not in your plans for today?" "No, its just that I have to pee REALLY bad right now, and I'm trying not to think about it." That went better than I could have hoped for, and I wanted to keep the conversation going. "Oh, well you know we still have like 30 minutes to go, right?" "Fuck, I didn't realize it was that long, I don't know if I can make that" "Well, there's nowhere to stop on this road, so I don't think you have a choice." After I said that she groaned again, then squeezed her legs together. We were still talking some but she just got progressively quieter. Ironically, this is one of the few occasions when I would actually speed up a lot since its a fun, windy, road, but we were stuck behind a car going at or below the speed limit. Then, with 15 minutes left, the road went from a rural highway to a small, narrow, windy road that was technically part of a state park and this badly maintained. I honestly forgot about this part since it had been years since we were out here, and not 30 seconds in, we hit a big bump. "Oh shit, I just peed a little" She said as she crossed her legs tightly. "Why does this road have to be so fucking bumpy!" I was starting to feel a little bad, when I said "OK, I'll go as fast as I can now that the stupid car isn't in front of us." "Oh thank you, its really starting to hurt. I really not sure if I'm going to make it like this" Not 1 minute later, though, we ended up behind another car. She groaned loudly and crossed her legs tighter. It seemed like we were at the mercy of this road, and all she could do was find a way to hold on. Every few minutes she would squeeze the arm rest, or ask me how close we were. Finally, when I hit a stop light, we saw a sign for it. She pressed a hand between her legs and started bouncing in her seat while making a "Oooooooo" sound. Then, at long last, were were there. However this was just the beginning because the road into it was a washed out VERY bumpy gravel road. She was in really bad shape, bent forward with a pained expression on her face, so I wanted to get her as close as possible. The problem was that it was very crowded. "There, park there!" she shouted, pointing at a spot." "This is so far away, let me find something closer." I turned down a row, and immediately hit a huge pothole and heard her scream. "I just peed, find a fucking spot already!" Not wanting to argue, I basically made up a spot to stop. She paused before opening the door, and grabbed her crotch again. "Fuck, they won't care if I pee right here, right?" She looked around, clearly serious. "Yeah, I don't think they would like that, plus there's people driving by constantly" "Stupid fucking decency laws" she swore, removing her hand and hurrying towards the entrance. Not wanting to let a good situation go to waste, I helpfully said "Well, its probably just as well we parked back there, I don't think your bladder would have made it over all of these bumps." "Well, Its not doing great with this, either." She clearly wasn't in the mood, so I decided not to press any more. As we walked past the entrance, I pointed at the bathrooms before she could even ask. She tried to hurry up, but after the 2nd step she pause and crossed her legs for a second. It seems like no matter how bad she has to go, even if she's leaking, she refuses to hold herself out in the open like this. Regaining her compose, she walked towards the bathroom, only this time with each step she would cross her leg across to the other side. It was painfully obvious what was going on, and normally people just turn their heads and ignore things. However, everyone here was drinking which changes things. There were some people near the walkway, and a guy grabbed the woman next to him and said "Watch out, this lady is in a hurry!" My wife seemed to ignore him, her eyes fixed on the bathroom. As she hurried past, they guy said "You're close! You've got a serious pee pee dance going on there!" It is so unbelievably hot that she has to go so obviously that someone else commented on it! I had to start thinking about other things to avoid a "situation", and thankfully I was carrying her jacket to cover things up in the meantime. When she came out a couple minutes later, the guy again said: "Well, you look a little more relaxed!" "You have no idea!" She answered "You make it OK?" She blushed, before answering "Kinda". Holy shit! That whole exchange was so amazing, I still barely believe it happened. This was literally only the 2nd time I've ever had someone else comment on it out in the public, and I always wonder if they are into it like we are. On top of it, she admitted to losing control. I didn't ask her at the time, but what happened was that she had leaked a little a number of times on the way over, but none were large. However, she did have several large leaks walking in. As a result her panties were very wet, but there wasn't much on her pants, which were thankfully black. The alcohol kept flowing, but she never really go desperate again since there are obviously bathrooms around. Later that afternoon we moved to a nearby brewery that also had stuff going on outdoors until it was finally time to go. With me driving, I had only drunk half of my beer. She drained the last of her beer, then quickly downed the remaining half of mine, and we each had a small cup of water. On the way out, we both stopped at the bathrooms, and as we were walking to the car, she told me: "We have enough water in the car still, but can you stop and get me a soda? It will help me hold it" then winked. Well, it was clear the hold was still happening! It was about an hour and a half home, and considering that she had just drunk a lot of beer, and wanted a soda, this was looking real good. We had been laughing and having fun when she started getting quiet. "This sucks, I'm sobering up." she said. "No, there's no way your sobering up, you just drank a lot." "I am, and if you're still wanting to have sex, another beer would help." Wait, sex was on the table? I just assumed she would hold it, then we would have sex after. We were still ~45 minutes from home and I was honestly wondering if she would be able to make it. If she went now, she would still be needing to pee when we got home. "Do you want to grab something from the grocery store? There's one right up here." "No way, if I go inside I won't be able to resist their bathroom" Wow, she really was that desperate! I had to make an offer, so I asked her: "Hey, you can go pee th..." "What?" She interrupted. "I'm holding it for you." OK, that answered that. I quickly exited, unfortunately finding nothing there. I messed around for a few minutes until I finally found a place to stop and got her beer, which she poured into her large coffee mug. Back on the road, it was only a few minutes before we hit a bump and she bent forward. "Oh fuck, I have to pee!" I really wanted to have sex, and I was afraid that if she ended up like what happened a couple weeks prior nothing was going to happen, so I again asked her: "Look, we're 45 minutes away and I don't want you to loose it. If you pee now and drink more water you'll still be desperate at home." She looked at me annoyed and asked me "Holding it like this turns you on, right?" "Yeah" "Well then I'll find a way to hold it." OK, that settled it. I pretty much gave up on sex, though. As we traveled home, she progressed through the same stages of desperation as other times. As we exiting the highway, she asked me: "So, you want to do me in the car?" Caught off guard, all I could come up with was "Yeah, but if we do you're going to pee all over my seats" "Fuck, your right. How about next to the car?" "Sorry, I don't think there's anywhere on the way that secluded." "Dammit, I guess I can hold it, but you better hurry!" She was totally silent the remaining time, only squirming and bouncing in her seat. Finally, with our house in sight, she panted: "OK you grab the blanket while I get dressed. I have to pee SO BADLY OH MY GOD" she yelled as she jammed a hand between her legs. She was already undressing as she ran in the door. I ran around looking for our sex blanket, and by the time I found it she already hand her pants off and a hand buried in her crotch. She just bounced in place, whimpering, while I set it out and threw off my clothes. She jumped up, and got on her hands and knees, but her legs were still tight together while waited on me. When I ran to get the lube, she yelled out: "I'm ready, I don't need it, just HURRY" I ignored her since I knew she WOULD need it, and climbed behind her. When I reached in her pussy, I immediately felt a huge, firm, protrusion from her bladder. This was one of the fullest she had been when we had sex ever, and definitely the most in the past 5 years. I slid in, going gently, and with each partial thrust the moaned as I compressed her bladder. Then, when I was finally all the way inside, her moans changed to those of pleasure. She kept it up, getting louder until she climaxed less than 30 seconds latter. She screamed loudly, until her orgasm finished. Then, seconds later, she was back focusing on her bladder. "Oh shit, I have to pee. I have to PEE. I HAVE TO PEE, HURRY UP" Normally, I wouldn't be far behind, but there were a few problems. She had been so concerned with keeping from losing control, she hadn't been playing with me at all. Combined with worrying about driving perfectly since there was beer in the car and then rushing to get things ready, I wasn't as far along as normal. The bigger problem, though, was our cat. He was meowing at us VERY loudly, since it was now 5 hours past his normal meal time. I kicked him off the bed several times until he climbed in front of my wife. I was so close to telling my wife to hold on for a second while I locked the cat somewhere, but I didn't. Instead, I focused on her increasingly loud cries for me to hurry and was finally able to finish. The second I pulled out, she jumped up and ran to the toilet. She peed loudly, and when I walked in to watch, I noticed that she had a hand between her legs still. She gave herself another orgasm while she was still peeing, then as soon as she was done she jumped back into bed with her magic wand and had another massive orgasm. ***This is probably the last time we're going to be out like this for a while as it is quite expensive. I'm still hoping to have more outings, but they won't be as often or as long. I'll keep you filled in as they happen, though!

Its fine! Definitely not mad at you. A little annoyed at the guy who upload it, but if you put something online you have to assume it's going to get reposted somewhere. Ironically, I was going to re-edit that clip, but now I can't find it! I know I kept everything, so it must be on my offline backup. One of these days I'll get to it....

Yep, that's mine, and yes I did try to take them all down. I'm on the fence about taking this one down, though. It does show some of her face, but its also pretty tame. If there's anyone who likes this video, I recommend ripping it now since I may have it removed at some point. That said, I've been adding a few to my own ThisVid; I might actually re-load this one with better blurring on her face, and private-lock it.

Thank you! I've been writing stories for years but I rarely post anything, so its always good to hear feedback. I actually have a couple hundred pages written, I just need to nail the plot (it keeps drifting) and tweak everything to line up. One of these I will start posting it here, but I am notoriously bad about finishing projects so who knows. Anyway, I always worry about these stories seeming fictional since I write some of them in that style (plus some are a little over the top, even if they are true.) Still, I enjoy retelling it in a more entertaining way.