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glitterpeach

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  1. Posted these a while ago, but took them down. Want them back up now. I'll spare the details, but: the person I wrote these stories about is someone I don't trust anymore. I want the stories here anyway, because I had fun at the time, and because I like having something tangible to hang onto. (If this is you... you know who you are. I don't mind you being here, and you have these same memories anyway. I loved doing this and writing about it, so go ahead and look, it's about you after all.) . . . I was at my new daddy's house the other day (I'm his sub, I've never done it before ), we were hanging out and watching a movie. He gave me beer, so I'd had two cans of that, along with some water. After a while I obviously started needing to pee. We were sitting on his bed, and he'd already taken my clothes off, we were only half paying attention to the movie lol. I let him touch me and play with me for maybe 20 minutes or so, but eventually I was getting desperately full and had to say something. I told him I really had to pee, but he didn't move. He told me I had to wait, that I couldn't go here, and then made me spread my legs for him so my pussy was exposed. I obeyed, blushing as I struggled not to bounce around or grab my crotch. He made me stay like that as I got more and more frantic, occasionally begging to go. It felt like I was about to leak. Finally he decided it was long enough and grabbed my hand. He led me to the shower as I squirmed and pressed my legs together. Once we got there he slowly turned on the water and watched me desperately dance around on the tile floor, holding myself a little. I had to go so bad. He laid down in the shower and made me straddle his face, my bare pussy up against his lips, then he started to lick me. I gasped and moaned. I was so wet, and completely bursting, it felt amazing. After a couple more seconds, I couldn't hold it anymore. A few drops leaked out, and then suddenly I was peeing full force. It hissed out into his mouth and all over his face while he kept licking me, rubbing his dick the whole time. The relief was so good, and I kept peeing uncontrollably until I was empty. Afterward we showered together and went back to his bed to play around more He said my pee tasted really good~ . . . Part 2 . . . So... I got super desperate & wet myself on top of my daddy~ We've been doing a lot of omo play, but this was my first time wetting in clothes with him, and it was soooo nice. I was over at his place for the night, and I already knew I wanted to wet in front of him. I'd gotten dressed in black overalls (the kind that end in mini shorts), a striped shirt, burgundy tights, and purple panties. Right before I left my house I also drank a full can of Arizona tea, wanting my bladder to fill up quickly. The plan was definitely working. I'd been drinking since I arrived, I think I'd had a few beers at this point. I was more than tipsy and really had to pee. At first I tried to hide it, cuz I wanted to stretch the experience out longer. We were on his bed watching tv, and I subtly pressed my thighs together and squirmed when he wasn't looking, trying to put pressure on my crotch. It sort of worked for a bit, but pretty soon it was getting bad. I was very full and struggling to keep still. Just then, he got up to do something in the other room. I instantly jammed both hands between my legs and held tight, wiggling and bouncing. My need quickly grew, until I was out of bed and marching around in circles, then up and down the hallway, still holding myself. I wanted to wait as long as I could, but after a few minutes a surge of desperation hit me. I froze in place. My eyes teared up from the effort of holding back the flood. For a moment I hung on, but I just couldn't keep it in anymore. A spurt of pee dampened my panties, then another longer stream, trickling from my pussy as I struggled to regain control. I was peeing in my shorts in his hallway. My face flushed hot with embarrassment and arousal, and I managed to stop the flow after a couple more seconds of squirming. There was a warm wet spot between my legs where I'd leaked through my overall shorts, about the size of a baseball. Knowing I was in danger of having an accident on his floor, I dashed to the bathroom, where he was getting ready to shower. My bladder was begging for relief, and I couldn't stop rubbing my crotch frantically while I shifted from foot to foot. I whimpered and admitted I had to pee really bad (even though it was obvious). He just looked pleased and told me I'd have to keep holding it. My heart fluttered, and even though I whined about the denial, my pussy was throbbing from how much I was loving it. He made me keep drinking, so I opened another beer and took sips from it while holding myself tight. We talked and hung out in the bathroom for a while. I was dancing around desperately, crossing my legs, complaining about how bad I had to go, and he was clearly enjoying it. I obediently kept drinking, even when I leaked in my panties a couple more times and almost lost control. Eventually he began to escalate things. He came over and slowly pinned me against the wall, touching me and telling me how hot I looked desperate. I tried to get free so I could keep potty dancing, but he moved his palm to my swollen bladder and pressed firmly, making me yelp. I managed to endure it, but just barely. He caressed between my legs, breathing harder as he felt how wet the fabric was already. I told him I couldn't wait much longer, and he mercifully backed away, letting me continue my frantic dance for the moment. But not for long. As I was finishing my beer and bouncing around, he told me to spread my legs and stand still. I protested that I was about to pee myself, but I wanted to be good, so I obeyed. It was agonizing. My bladder felt full and heavy, the pressure all pushing down as I squeezed my muscles tight, trying with all my might to hold on. I needed to go so, so badly. I wasn't going to last through much more of this. After I'd made it through a brutal ten seconds, he told me I could stop. My thighs slammed together and my hands shot back to my crotch, narrowly avoiding a major leak. Between the alcohol and the desperation I couldn't think straight anymore. All I could do was keep moving, doing a full-on frantic potty dance, whimpering and begging him to let me go. It was about to come out at any second. Seeing how bad it was getting, he finally laid down in the shower naked and told me to come over. I quickly got down on my knees and straddled him, barely hanging on. I was shaking and squirming, trying extremely hard to keep it in, but after a few seconds I'd reached my limit. It was too late. Pee rushed into my panties and through my shorts as my bladder gave in. I moaned with relief as the warm flood cascaded down my thighs, soaking my tights and puddling on his skin. He pressed his fingers against my pussy as the stream kept hissing out, not stopping until I was eventually empty. I was dazed from how good it felt. A big puddle spread across the shower floor under us. The crotch of my overalls was soaked, and a dark patch covered my tights. He immediately rubbed my pussy through the wet cloth, making me moan again, before unbuttoning my overalls and pulling them down, exposing my panties. The purple fabric was dark and shiny, and he sighed with arousal as he touched it. Then he pulled those down too, examining my still-dripping pussy, toying my clit with his thumb and sending shivers through me. I knew he could feel how slick I was from the excitement. His dick was also super hard after all that, so we played with each other in the shower (he came in my pussy ). I had to pee again during it, and I let go all over him, naked this time. It felt incredible I finished showering while he took my wet clothes and started the laundry. We played around a few more times after I got out, he made me cum over and over
  2. Hmm... honestly with how shy I was, I think I probably would've just wet my pants lol. Or at least would've started peeing, and finally gone to the bathroom, but still partially wet myself.
  3. accidentally wet my pants a little earlier 😳 i was with my friend & had to go sooo bad, & i didn't wanna squirm around or hold myself in front of her, so i tried to look casual & walk to the bathroom... but i started peeing as soon as i got there, before i could get my panties & pants down... i was wearing black so my friend didn't notice but i had a good size wet spot between my legs

  4. I was a little bit worried about it, but I'd stopped wetting the bed by that age, my body would just wake me up instead, so I wasn't really thinking about it too much
  5. I made it, but just barely! My panties got a little wet anyway because of how turned on I was
  6. Oh I do that all the time lol I'm very turned on by desperation & usually masturbate to help hold it
  7. Sooo I went out to do an errand earlier, but I drank too much before I left & ended up getting desperate. It was raining the whole time too 😣 I made it home, but I really had to go & peed in my panties a little while I was getting my pants down 🤭

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    2. glitterpeach

      I wish! My panties were black & it didn't show much. The fabric was a little shiny when it first got wet at least

    3. kalle2020

      Did you change panties then or did you just pull the damp ones back up?

    4. glitterpeach

      I kept them on for a little bit cuz I wanted to touch myself through them 😄

  8. (I gotta pee and I'm gonna hold it while I'm writing, so here we go ) When I was 21 I went to a party with a friend. It was a typical college party at some different friends' house, in the middle of winter. They had plenty of beer and people were doing shots, so by the end of the night I was pretty drunk. Things were settling down and the friend I came with was about to drive me home. She was still finishing saying goodbye to everyone, so I went outside first to wait by her car. The sudden cold made me shiver as I walked down the stairs and into the snowy driveway. I realized pretty quickly that I had to pee, and that it had been a while since I last used the bathroom. The desperation hit fast. Being drunk makes it really hard for me to hold it once I notice I need to go. Soon I was bursting, and the waistband of my jeans pressing against my full bladder wasn't helping. I stood in the snow next to my friend's car, bouncing a little and trying to figure out what to do. Going back inside visibly desperate in front of everyone was way too embarrassing, they'd all look up and I'd have to explain I came back to pee. No way. On the other hand, it was still maybe a 20 minute drive back home, and the thought of waiting that long was unbearable. Not to mention the risk of wetting myself in the car. I squeezed my thighs together, knowing I didn't have long to decide. There was only one other option. Since this house was kind of a party house, people were often drunk and needing to pee. There were only two bathrooms, so it was normal to just pee off the back porch or out in the yard. I'd once had a guy friend who lived there get desperate in the car with me, and the second we pulled into the driveway he got out and started peeing in the snow right there, so they didn't care much about people peeing outside. I decided that was probably my best choice at this point. Glancing around, I didn't see anybody. It was a quiet street, but very open, without much cover. Even though it was dark there was a streetlight nearby, so I still felt pretty exposed. My friends' house also had a big window looking out on where I stood. The curtains were partly drawn and nobody was near it, but it felt risky to pee in plain view like that. I couldn't wait any longer though. I had to go so bad, it was about to come out, and I was dancing in place just trying to hang on. Taking one last look at the street and the window, I hastily unbuttoned my jeans. I tugged them partway down my thighs, taking my panties with them, and crouched next to the car. Pee instantly hissed from my exposed pussy. It shot out in a strong jet, steaming against the snow as I tried not to moan from relief. It felt so good, and I couldn't deny I was getting turned on, from both the desperation and the risk of being seen. I watched the door to the house as I finished peeing, hoping my friend wouldn't show up yet. When I was empty I quickly stood back up and pulled my pants on. There was a big puddle stretching out in front of me, still steaming in the cold air. I knew it would be noticeable on the snow in the daylight, but it was on the passenger side of the car, so at least my friend wouldn't see when she came out. I glanced around again, but didn't spot any people outside or faces in windows. As far as I know I wasn't watched. My friend showed up about 30 seconds later (a close call!), and we drove away. Between the alcohol, near-wetting, and public peeing, I was super turned on, and spent the whole ride home subtly rocking my pussy against the seat (Okay I need to go really really bad now, I'm grabbing myself and squirming so I'm gonna post this & then go pee right away )
  9. Oh I also wet the bed all the time until I was like 12, I could only have sleepovers if I wore pullups.
  10. I think the person above who guessed 14 hours is right. I got home mid-morning, probably about 9am, and I'd last peed around 7pm. Definitely only lasted that long because I was sleeping; if I'd been awake the whole time I could never have held it. I can also hang on longer when I'm in situations where I can't go, if I'm just at home then holding for even half that length is a big challenge.
  11. I was out long enough afterward for my jeans to mostly dry, so nobody noticed. Except the people that saw it happen lol
  12. An early college experience... super embarrassing at the time, but exciting now I had an appointment in the student health center one day. Class ran long and I was a little late, so I went straight there. I didn't have time to use the bathroom before I went in, but I felt like I probably should have. It took longer than I expected, and by the end I needed to pee pretty bad. I was subtly squirming in my seat for the last five minutes, but I knew the bathroom was nearby. I could just wait through the appointment and hurry there as soon as it was over. As she was wrapping up, the nurse told me to talk to the receptionist at the front desk on my way out. I was starting to get a little panicky. My bladder was very full by this point, I really had to go, but I tried to steel myself and walk calmly out of the room. I quickly headed back to the waiting area. Several people sat in chairs around the room, some of them facing the reception desk. Behind it, three or four office staff were busy sorting files and talking with each other. I approached the receptionist, trying not to squirm. She verified some information, fingers clacking on her keyboard, and began to ask me about a few things. I struggled through my answers, shifting around and pressing my thighs together. I could barely think anymore. My legs were shaking, and my whole body shivered and tingled with the effort of holding on. It felt like my pee would come rushing out any second. The receptionist glanced at me a few times as I did my best to appear normal. It was so hard to focus. My bladder begged for relief, and I couldn't keep still any longer. Blushing, I started to march in place a little bit, then back and forth in front of the desk. The receptionist was clearly pretending not to notice. I continued talking to her, panic creeping into my voice, basically doing a potty dance in front of the whole room. It was quiet, and I could see some of the other staff looking over. There was a pause as she entered something into her computer, and in those few seconds of waiting, I just couldn't take it anymore. To my horror, pee started trickling into my panties. My thighs slammed together and I squeezed my muscles tight, doing everything I could to hang on, but a slow stream kept leaking out. I was having an accident. Heat rose in my face as the warm wet feeling spread. I tried to avoid eye contact with the receptionist as I finally finished talking to her, peeing my panties as I spoke, my pussy tingling and throbbing as I tried desperately to hold it all back. She watched me turn to leave, her face a mix of pity and badly hidden amusement. I could feel several people staring as I basically ran down the hallway to the bathroom, still leaking in short bursts. The second I was hidden in the bathroom, I grabbed myself as tight as I could and danced in place. Legs nearly crossed, I hurriedly shuffled into a stall and locked the door with one hand, the other firmly between my legs. I bounced and bobbed and jiggled as I tried frantically to unbutton my tight jeans. I was so close, just a little longer... the button finally gave way, and I started to tug my pants down, but that was it for my poor bladder. A surge of relief went through me, and pee suddenly began hissing into my panties. My pants were still mostly up. In my panic I yanked them down to my knees, but only pulled my panties partway off. I was already rushing to sit down, and it all happened so fast. I sat and peed through them, flooding the fabric and nearly moaning as I emptied my bursting bladder. I was lost in the euphoria for a moment, rubbing my clit a little as I finished going. Remembering the situation, I nervously checked how badly I'd wet myself. My panties were obviously completely soaked; the wet fabric clung to my skin. My jeans were a bit better. The fabric was dark, so the wetness wasn't too visible, but I'd definitely had an accident. A dark patch covered the crotch area, reaching maybe two inches down the insides of my thighs, but it didn't show much from the front. I stayed there for a few minutes, embarrassed and unsure what to do, but eventually decided to dry my panties and jeans as much as I could and get out of there. I spent maybe five more minutes attempting to dry my clothes, then pulled my pants back up. My jacket was long enough to mostly cover my butt, and it wasn't too obvious I'd peed myself, but I still felt intensely self-conscious. As I peeked out the door and tried to slink off unnoticed, I saw the receptionist look up at me. She definitely had to have known what happened, from how long I was in the bathroom and my clear embarrassment. I quickly turned the corner and darted out of sight. My face was still flushed, but I felt less conspicuous once I left the area. I stepped outside and tried to forget about it, despite the chill of the winter air between my legs as I walked away.
  13. The common stuff, hearing/touching water, someone pressing my bladder, making me spread my legs. If I'm really desperate, just being forced to stay still or not use my hands can make me lose it. And being tickled. Also, being made to focus on something! Like... if I have to go really bad, and I'm forced to read something, or make decisions, or try to solve some kind of puzzle/play a game... basically anything that requires concentration. It's kinda like the feeling of having to find the key and unlock the door, it makes it way harder to hold on. Honestly one of the easiest ways to make me lose control is just to tell me to do simple tasks while I'm desperate
  14. I wondered if anyone would recognize it lol. Yeah, I had a tumblr some years back, I only ever posted a few things but this was up there & got semi-popular
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