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  1. Locket

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    From the album: My Furry Omo Artwork!

    sorry for not posting a lot ;n; depression has been taking over my life a bit, but I managed to make this! hope it will suffice for now... ^u^
  2. An Omo poem about a busy house with only one loo and a mum who needs to go… I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!” for anyone unable to read it: I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!”
  3. View File Naked Desperation - Bursting Bladder in the tub (Rapid Desperation Pee Holding) After a really long rapid desperation sesh I finally make it to the tub. I can't even begin to explain how badly I had to go, I was constantly losing control and little bits would spurt out while setting up the camera. I tried to wait as long as I could before starting the recording so it's just the last part of the desperation where I basically can't hold it in anymore as hard as I try. Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Male  
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    This is a follow up from my previous post which can be found below. Around 60 minutes after I peed in the last video I became desperate again so this time I peed in my diaper. I like to let it go really hard/fast which feels amazing but it definitely doesn't last long. I would love to hear what you think.
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  5. View File Desperate power piss in diaper (after my first rapid desperation) This is a follow up from my previous post which can be found below. Around 60 minutes after I peed in the last video I became desperate again so this time I peed in my diaper. I like to let it go really hard/fast which feels amazing but it definitely doesn't last long. I would love to hear what you think. Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/20/2022 Category Male  
  6. This is a situation that happened to me a few months ago. I was attending a family gathering at a house one Friday evening and decided just to go straight from work. I left work around 6pm and had a short drive to my destination. I was wearing smart black trousers, a pink shirt, tie and black shoes. I wasn’t planning on staying long so I didn’t bother with a change of clothes. As I was driving I was wishing I’d went to the toilet before leaving, it wasn’t urgent but I didn’t want to have to excuse myself when I got there. I arrived about 6:30 and said hello to everyone. There were still a few more people to arrive so I grabbed a Diet Coke and went to sit with some friends and family. Another 30 minutes had passed and I was starting to feel a bit desperate. It didn’t help my belt was pushing against my bladder. I was sitting round the back of the table so I didn’t want to have to push past. I continued to have a few more drinks and after another hour I was bursting to go. I had a few things to eat too that didn’t agree with my stomach which started to make matters worse. I had agreed to give Kelly (a family friend) a lift home as she got the bus from work and didn’t want to get the bus home. Kelly was in her late 20’s and was wearing a pencil skirt, tights and a white top. I decided I would just hold it and head home as I didn’t want to be in the toilet for a while and I knew I had to take a small detour to drop Kelly off. I got up and said goodbye to everyone and we both made our way to the car. As I sat in the car, Kelly said ‘I thought you would’ve stayed later.’ She obviously didn’t want to leave at this time. I said ‘Sorry Kelly, I’m just quite tired and I’m actually bursting for the toilet’ she replied ‘I need to go too, I was just about to go when you rushed me away’ I told her I’d been desperate to go all night but I’d rather just go at home. She just laughed and said ‘that wasn’t a good idea’. We were about 5 minutes from Kelly’s house and was really cornered I wouldn’t make it. By this point I was desperate to shit too and my stomach was feeling very bubbly, adding to the fact I was already bursting for a piss. Kelly could see my feeling very uncomfortable and said ‘you can go in my house, I don’t mind.’ I said thank you as by this point I knew I wouldn’t make it home. Kelly didn’t say much about her need to go and she even let me go ahead of her when we got to her house. I pulled up outside her house and we both rushed to her door. I quickly ran to the toilet and both ends exploded. It was such a relief. She then went in after me and we both had a laugh about it after.
  7. Some of the more extreme desperation of my myself I've caught on tape. I couldn't even stand up straight! signal-2022-08-02-01-11-16-968.mp4
  8. A while ago I posted a popular 4 part story, The City Without a Ladies Room. I mentioned at one point in that thread that I was working on another story set in the city, I even posted the first 2 paragraphs to it in my own feed ages ago, this is that story. I've been working on it off and on for months, but feel I'm finally ready to post it. You don't need to have read The City Without a Ladies Room in order to enjoy this story or understand it. The characters are different, but the rules of the city & accepted social norms described in it are still the same. ===== City Without a Ladies Room - The Very Desperate Date Loren was a beautiful young mid-20's woman who lived a few stories above me at our apartment complex. I ran into her at the bus stop early this morning on my way to work, where she was sipping on a large 31 ounce (917 ml) cup of coffee. I knew she'd need to pee before long once she finished her coffee, but with no ladies rooms in the city she'd have to hold it for a good while. Probably at least until the early evening rolled around. I knew I wanted to see her hold it for longer than that, so I chatted with her for a few minutes while we waited for the bus. After a while I suggested we have dinner and see a movie later tonight after we got off from work. To my delight Loren agreed. During the afternoon Loren texted me that she was going to have to work a few hours of overtime. She wouldn't get off from work until 7 PM. I told her no problem; I'd pick her up right from work when her shift ended. I didn’t mind the delay, it met Loren's poor bladder would be even fuller at the end of her shift, and I didn't intend to let her go home and pee during our date. By the time 7 PM rolled around part of me fully expected Loren to ask if we could swing by her apartment, so she could pee before we went to dinner. Because of her overtime Loren had just finished an 11 hour shift, all without a single pee break when I picked her up right from work. If she asked for a chance to go home so she could pee, I was ready to tell her she needed to hold it. We were already running late because of her overtime. Instead, with her slim fidgeting legs tightly crossed, and her too-tight skinny jeans torturing her swollen bladder, Loren said nothing about her rather full bladder. Instead she apologized for her job delaying our date by several hours. I assured her I was perfectly fine with the delay, so long as we still caught the next movie at 8 PM. I knew that certainly wouldn't give Loren any time to go home and pee first, as we still had to grab dinner. Loren knew this as well, but she still agreed without hesitation, so I happily took her to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Loren couldn't help but fidget around uncomfortably in her seat throughout dinner as she drained her large glass of soda. But of course there was no opportunity for her to get up to go pee somewhere, there wasn't a ladies room in the entire city. I loved knowing that Loren badly needed to pee, but she had no choice but to continue to hold it for hours longer. After dinner we had about 20 minutes to get to the theater to catch the next movie. Despite her bursting piss-filled bladder, Loren didn't even bother to ask if we could stop by her apartment first so she could pee, which aroused me even more. Then again, Loren knew full well there wasn't enough time for her to go home for a quick pee break before the movie, which was quite convenient for me, and quite inconvenient for her! At the theater there were some public urinals for the men near the entrance. But of course nothing was provided for the women, they were all expected to hold it. "Hold on a minute, I need to pee" I told Loren. She nodded politely and waited; her poor swollen bladder was no doubt very jealous while I peed just a few feet away from her. I noticed she was crossing her legs, and fidgeting around anxiously as I peed, which made me extra excited. "What's wrong Loren, do you need to pee?" I asked her casually. She nodded. "I've needed to pee pretty bad all afternoon at work. But since there aren't any ladies rooms I could use I'm still holding it" she admitted casually, all while I continued peeing in front of her. "In hindsight I probably should have considered going home to pee over my lunch break like some of the other girls did, but I figured I could hold it till later. And my co-worker invited me and some of the guys over to have lunch and coffee at his place, since he lives right next to the office, so I accepted. His toilet was right there in the next room while we ate & had our coffee. I had about 4 large cups of coffee this morning, so I really needed to pee by that point. The guys knew I really needed to use the toilet as they all used it one by one while I waited for my chance to go. But since the guys didn't offer to let me use the toilet I knew I wasn't allowed to pee, so I just held it. I was the only one in our group who went back to work still unrelieved, knowing I'd have to hold it the rest of my shift. Even though I really needed to pee bad in the afternoon I still helped myself to 2 more cups of coffee when I got thirsty" she admitted sheepishly. Knowing Loren had a chance to pee earlier in her co-worker's toilet, but she had skipped it out of obedience to the city's rules, and she was still holding it hours later made me even more excited. "So you've been bursting to go for a while then" I remarked casually as I finished peeing. Loren nodded as she continued to twist herself into desperate knots. "I really appreciate how you skipped your chance to go pee afterwork for me. You didn't even ask me if you could go home to pee before we went out, even though you badly needed to. How long has it been since you've last gone?" I asked curiously. "It's been 13 hours since I've last gone early this morning, I'm glad you at least appreciate me holding it for so long. My poor bladder really hates me for skipping the chance to use a perfectly good toilet over lunch, and for passing up a chance to go home and pee after getting off from work. But with a lady's proper etiquette it wasn't really up to me if I got to go or not, it was up to you guys" she pointed out. "You never offered me a chance to go home and pee before we left for dinner, so I figured you obviously wanted me to hold it. Watching you go in the urinal has only made me need to pee so much worse now" she added as she openly held herself. "Can you hold it till after the movie? There's really no time for you to go home and pee now" I pointed out. The movie we were seeing was over 3 and a half hours long, so Loren knew I was asking her to hold it for at least another 4 hours. "It's going to be hard to wait that long; I need to pee so frigging bad already" she admitted candidly. "But yes, I can hold on for you till after the movie. Us ladies are supposed to hold it if we have to" she answered obediently. With that settled we bought our tickets and went to get some refreshments. Being a gentleman I of course got Loren a 42 ounce (1,242 ml) soda, the largest size they had. It was the perfect size for a lady with an already full bladder. Even with the prospect of needing to hold on for hours more to come hanging over her head, I knew Loren would be too polite a lady to refuse it. She knew plenty of guys in the city loved it when their girl badly needed to pee, the longer she had been holding it in the better. Some prideful ladies purposely ordered large drinks for themselves just to be sexy, and to prove that they weren't concerned by the lack of a ladies room. I knew Loren was one of those prideful ladies who probably enjoyed holding it all day. So Loren politely accepted the large drink, even with a nervous tremor in her fidgeting legs, and a hint of worry on her face. She even politely took a long sip for me, without a word of complaint about her already throbbing little pee hole. She was already dying to use the toilet, but as a lady she knew she absolutely wasn't allowed to pee in public under any circumstances! She was stuck holding it for the entire movie now. It was too bad for Loren that I had purposely chosen the longest movie possible, just to keep her waiting even longer! I had even gotten us seats all the way in the back, as far from the entrance as possible, all to slow our exit later. With all the action in Loren's swelling bladder, I doubted either of us were going to be paying much attention to what was on the big screen. ===== It's a shorter story than usual for me I know, I'm attempting to write shorter higher quality stories lately so it doesn't take me quite as long to finish them. This story will be concluded in a part 2 at a later date.
  9. The time I need translated is from 12:50-16:05. I think it’s Greek could be wrong.
  10. Earlier today I drove to a supermarket to get a few essentials I needed. As I was driving out the cars were queued up and as it was fairly warm I had my passenger window down half way. As I waited for the cars in front to leave I saw a well dressed woman who looked in her mid forties get out the passenger side of a parked car. She was very well dressed in smart trousers and a floral blouse with high heels and her hair and make up all done. She looked like she’d just come from a wedding or christening or first communion or something. I was stuck where I was and noticed as she came out the car that she was very antsy and moving around a lot. The car in front moved so I edged forward and even closer to her as the male driver of the car walked towards the store doors but she couldn’t keep up. Instead she suddenly bent forward slightly with her knees and thighs tightly together and both hands in front of her crotch area looking very flushed. The male noticed she wasn’t beside him, turned and shouted to her: ”you ok?” ”No! We are so going via the toilets first! This is murder!” I had to drive then as the traffic moved so I have no idea if she made it into the store bathrooms in time or not. I know from experience that the bathrooms in that store aren’t obvious and are hidden in a corner by the customer services so you really have to know where to look. I do wonder what caused her to get in such a desperate state too.
  11. Summary: The protagonist is stuck and lost on a dirt road in the middle of a thunder storm. She can't contact anyone and is scared to travel far away from her vehicle. Worse, she is bursting for relief from her urine. Her fate is unfortunate as usual. Title: Bursting in another jam Characters: 1. Klareese Prinston 2. Ivy Rose 3. Officer Langer Plot: Today was supposed to be a good night for one Klareese Prinston and her cousin Ivy Rose. They hadn't seen each other since before the pandemic began heating up in March 2020. It had been two years and the time was now to see each other in person. Since it was a Friday before the Independence Day weekend, and since both got the weekend off, they decided to make plans. After work, Klareese drove directly northward from work. She had to drive about 50 miles north into the boondocks (sort of like the Poconos or Upstate NY) to Ivy's house. From there, they had a quiet dinner and watched a movie. After having a restful evening, the next day was filled with several activities to hang out. It was a day filled with girl activities, going to the opera house, fishing, museum, and getting a hair cut. They quickly showered and went out to a dance club for a tasty dinner and enjoy good music. They decided not to go for booze. They drove and didn't want to get into an accident at night. The weather forecast also showed what looked like a starry night without a single cloud above. Down south was a bad weather storm which could bring severe power outages. Luckily, it was south of their location so no harm or foul. They left at 6 pm and arrived at 6:30 pm. They enjoyed gossiping and taking up a storm. But they soon started enjoying the good food and dance music. The last time they did this was in high school and college. It felt good to feel 21 again. Everything was going well ....... well....... well indeed. -------------------------------- Fast forward to 12 pm. It was midnight and night life still boomed. While everyone gulped down the wine and alcohol, they stayed mostly with the crowd of people consuming all the fruit punch (which wasn't spiked thank goodnes). They danced the tango, waltz, electric slide, and other things. It was a blast. And still they were dancing. They even listened to various singers from the town (Some from American idol, others from The Voice). Outside the building were tuck tuck noises of something falling onto the hood of cars.
  12. So much in life changes with age and I have noticed how we handle a full bladder that desperately needs emptied is the same. Young children with little social awareness might hold themselves in public or dance around but a teenager is likely to be far more discreet. A middle age adult is unlikely to even mention it if they can avoid it and likely to show as little signs as possible. That being said I was a very shy quiet child who hated ever asking for the toilet anywhere and who would hold as discreetly as possible to the dire end without holding myself or dancing and causing attention. Of course if I was alone I would do absolutely ANYTHING to help me hold on but if anyone else could see me I acted as normal as possible. has how you hold and act when desperate changes as you have aged and if so how? Do you ever wish it was socially acceptable to squirm or hold yourself when bursting?
  13. I couldn’t not watch her! What are you supposed to do when you are somewhere in public and the person sitting right opposite you is doing something that seriously turns you on? I mean to anyone else she might as well be sitting naked twiddling her nipples…but to me what she was doing was every bit as enticing and amazing. I’d seen her at least a few times before. I assume she works in the city too because we get the same commuter train most days and I’ve spotted her in the sane carriage as me now lots. She’s always very smartly dressed in suit dresses or blouse and skirt and that gorgeous long brown hair that today is half tied back in a plait but with half of it still loose. I’m guessing she’s mid to late thirties but as no-one talks to strangers on trains I don’t even know her name let alone her age. But one thing I do now know, and which is making it impossible to take my eyes off her, is that she really needs to go to the bathroom but she can’t. How do I know this? Well I started having suspicions back at the platform. I was standing not far from the escalator when I saw her out the corner of my eye. As the announcement came over the tannoy that the train was delayed I noticed she wasn’t standing still like most of the rest of us and pacing a bit. Perhaps she was tired or late or had had a long day? It did cross my mind she just might need the loo but I am guilty of thinking that, of woman especially it has to be said, a little too often. Then the train came and she climbed on and sat opposite me gazing out the window with her legs crossed. Again that might have just been comfort or feeling a little cold or whatever so I tried hard not to overthink it. That was until we set off and we hadn’t even reached the first station when she shuffled on her seat and then crossed her legs the other way. That peaked my interest as she most definitely seemed restless and anxious about something. Her eyes then seemed to shift from the window to inside the carriage. With all the seats taken and a number of people standing I thought she might be looking for someone but instead of looking at the people she appeared to be looking at signs on the train itself and I noticed she had her top lip over her bottom one like she was worried or thinking hard about something. In all the times I’d recalled seeing her before she’d never seemed this anxious or agitated. Whatever she was looking for she seemed to decide against it and instead resumed looking out the window but now with an arm around her tummy. Was she feeling hungry or unwell? Her cheeks did seem a little flushed now I could see them. She almost caught me looking so I immediately looked away and down at my feet. That’s when I noticed her feet. Although her legs were crossed the foot on the floor was actually moving and the black heeled shoes were bouncing up and down slightly constantly. I think that was the moment I realised I was right after all: this female stranger in front of me was nursing a full bladder. The reaction that had on me was instant and somewhat embarrassing on a public train! We passed a few stations with more people getting off than on and the standing passengers slowly getting less and less. She sat there tense and tightly crossed legged with her legs showing and her skirt now above her knees and the arm that was around her tummy now resting on her thigh rubbing it slowly like she might have cramp or something. After another few stops the person beside her got off and only one person remained standing, by choice as there was now a few empty seats available. She uncrossed her legs at this point and wriggled as if trying to get comfortable. I didn’t want to stare but I was captivated by her every move now wondering when she might have last had that skirt lifted up or her knickers pulled down and her bottom on a toilet. Had she had to hold perhaps for a full day at work or maybe through long meetings? Had she drank much throughout the day? It wasn’t helping my own body much at all and I was getting anxious that my body might get me into trouble if I wasn’t careful. Then the train seemed to halt for a bit. This wasn’t of itself that unusual and rarely lasted long. Usually just a red signal or something and very common since the train was running a bit later than scheduled. In the quietness of the carriage I heard her give a little sigh before shaking a leg a little and changing position yet again. Now her hand was patting on her upper leg rhythmically as her eyes darted around the train again anxiously. Something was clearly really stressing her! Then we both jumped at the noises of a door clanging shut as I turned to see the ticket inspector coming through. I got my ticket out my pocket, feeling my erect penis and hoping no-one else would notice it as the female in front of me rummaged in her handbag by her feet for her ticket. As she pulled her head back up I couldn’t help but see her eyes looked concerned, anxious, worried. She pushed her thighs together and sighed again. When the ticket inspector reached us that’s when I finally heard what my body longed for when a beautiful female voice in front of me quietly asked the train employee if there was a toilet on board. I knew it! She must be absolutely bursting because her cheeks were so red and even her neck was blotching with the embarrassment of asking. “Sorry mam. It’s out of order but there should be some at the station you can use.” I had to turn towards the windows so that my throbbing erect dick didn’t bulge out my trousers! She never said anything back as I heard the conductor walk on by. Should I say something? It’s not really the thing on public transport and given how seriously aroused I now was that probably wasn’t a good idea anyway. So for the next twenty minutes I got to watch this beautiful professional woman struggle to hold her bladder in public! She must have known I’d heard her ask? Or maybe she just really needed to go so much now? Whatever it was things seemed to change from subtle to far more obvious very quickly. I watched her fidget, twirl her hair anxiously, bounce her legs, scissor her knees in and out, cross and uncross her legs, wrap her arm around her bladder area, sit back on the seat then on the edge of the seat, sit sideways, then forwards, then facing the windows again. She changed position that often I lost track of it all, all the time her cheeks staying flushed, her forehead sweating, her hands and legs moving around like she didn’t know what to do with them! We hadn’t stayed stationary long and now we were chug chugging steadily towards what was my destination. For once though I didn’t want to get off the train because I needed to know what might happen to her. Would she make it to a station toilet or not? The rational part of my mind took over though and as we approached the stop before mine I gathered my bag ready to stand, only to notice the lady do the same! I stood at the doors ready to get off as she pee danced right beside me her shoes tapping loudly on the train floor. Now I was sweating too! Our eyes met and with the train much more quieter I felt I should say something as it seemed awkward not to. “You ok?” “No! You don’t happen to know if there’s a ladies at this station? I’m meant to be going to Oakdale but I can’t wait any longer!” “They are by the main entrance by the ticket office.” “Is it far?” As I pressed for the doors to open and we stepped out together I replied. “Up those stairs then turn right. You should see them signposted.” I kept walking but then she seemed to disappear. I looked behind me to see her struggling to walk, her hand on the front of her crotch as she bent forwards. I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t be that cruel. I walked back towards her hearing her almost crying. “Is it bad?” She nodded making my dick shake with desire. I looked around the platform checking for cameras as I had an idea. “If you can’t make it to the ladies you could maybe go behind that huge advertisement board there?” She nodded again and hobbled towards it. I didn’t know if I should walk away or wait or what, my hard on so thick and large in my jeans I thought the material might rip! “Keep watching please!” I heard her sexy voice say so I walked quickly to the board and stood at the side. I didn’t dare look, as much as I wanted to, but the sound alone made my heart beat so fast I had to hold the board to steady myself. Never in my life have I heard anyone pee so much! The wizzing and whooshing and splashing against the grass just kept going and going and going as this professional lady in her blouse and black skirt and heeled shoes sighed like the weight of the world had just been lifted off her. The next thing she walked past me rubbing her skirt down casually and smiling back at me. “Thanks. Never been so bursting to go in my entire life! There’s busses to Oakdale from the main road isn’t there?” I nodded, unable to form words, as I headed for the car park and the privacy of my car. As I say she may as well have stripped off and sat naked opposite me she turned me on so much. How can any man not find a bursting woman a turn on? More to the point how could anyone hold that much pee in? The thought of how bursting she was right in front of me made driving home so difficult and before I even had my anorak hung up I had to unzip my jeans and cum. I barely stroked before exploding too. Not surprising considering how long I’d been watching her and hearing how long and hard she peed for! I hope she’s on my train again sometime and whatever circumstances got her that desperate just happen to arise again. A man can dream can’t he?
  14. He wouldn’t stop watching me! It had been one of those days, the end of the financial year and meeting after meeting to conclude projects and discuss new ones, reconfigure teams, printing spreadsheets and finalising contracts. Absolutely non stop, fuelled by endless tea and coffee, pizza delivered to the office to celebrate a new deal and everyone wanting me like never before. It wasn’t until I walked out the door rushing to catch my train home that I realised I hadn’t stopped once, even for the loo. I never use public toilets, especially those horrid tiny ones on trains. The journey home is about 40 minutes and I was sure I would just about manage it. Standing still heading up the escalator to the platform though I was very aware that my bladder was full, the waistband of my suit skirt feeling too tight and uncomfortable. Having had to stand still for those few minutes on the moving escalator I was so glad to be free onto the platform and move more. Usually, of course, I am as restrained as the next person and remain stoically frozen to the spot in silence waiting to board, but today I paced a little anxiously waiting to sit down and cross my legs and try to forget how badly I needed to wee. I never go all day at work without at least one toilet break. How I had managed it today is anyone’s guess! I was so grateful to get a seat, even if I was surrounded by men on every side of me, right beside me, opposite and diagonal. I crossed my legs tightly trying to think of anything but my bladder and looked out the window aimlessly. The minute or so before the doors closed felt so long and the tiny jolt of the train as we set off made my bladder spasm, so much so I had to quickly change position and recross my legs the other way. Maybe I needed to reconsider my opinion of train toilets? I looked around the carriage wondering where the toilet might even be thinking of wether to risk the possibility of losing my seat by trying to find it or just wait it out. In the end the embarrassment of trying to find a loo was too much and I quickly dismissed that idea and returned to looking out the window. Maybe I was imagining it but the man opposite seemed like he was watching me? I hoped not. He was rather nice looking and I bit my lip in embarrassment hoping he couldn’t tell how full my bladder was and how much I really needed to find a bathroom right then. By the time we’d reached the second stop I could feel my very full bladder bouncing around. It ached; a dull constant ache urging me to pee soon. I nursed it with my arm feeling it rock hard against me as my tightly crossed legs helped me keep my throbbing urethra closed and my tapping foot kept enough movement to remind my body it absolutely wasn’t the right time to pee right now. At least that man definitely wasn’t staring at me now as his eyes were on the floor for once. Hopefully he couldn’t see my flushed cheeks and lip biting. This journey just wasn’t going quick enough! I was bursting and couldn’t stop thinking just how much liquid I’d unknowingly consumed throughout the day. At least we were steadily making progress, though the pressure in my body was now constant and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. Crossing my legs wasn’t enough but there wasn’t enough room on the cramped seat to do anything else. I desperately wanted to press my crotch hard with my hand but that was simply impossible so I had to resign myself instead to rubbing the top of my thigh trying to deflect my senses from the throbbing want between my legs to my thigh instead. It wasn’t really working though and I was so tense my back was starting to ache now and my teeth were clenched. Finally the train stopped again and at long last the larger male beside me got off giving me freedom to move more. I immediately uncrossed my legs and wriggled trying to find a comfortable position but really struggling. I couldn’t recall ever having to go as badly! The man opposite was still there and it felt like he was eyeing me up though I didn’t risk looking properly for fear our eyes might meet. The train pulled away from the platform to yet another train tannoy reminding us that the train was a few minutes late and thanking us for our patience. If only they knew how much I was struggling to be patient right now! Then the most awful thing happened and the train suddenly stopped! I couldn’t stop myself from gasping quietly in horror. I couldn’t afford any further delays right now. I was barely hanging on as it was, my leg shaking because I was struggling so much as I wriggled yet again hoping the poor gent in front of me wasn’t aware of what was going on in my body right then. I I looked everywhere other than at him using every ounce of my concentration to hold onto my pee, my hand now patting my thigh constantly impatiently. I had to pee so badly! ‘Come on train move would you’, I thought. I suddenly jumped, as did the good looking man in front of me, as an internal door banged shut and I saw the ticket inspector coming through. Oh God no! My ticket was in my purse in my hand bag which was at my feet. I delayed getting it as long as possible knowing what bending forwards might do. I was right because as I bent forwards into my bag I felt that first dribble escape and I clamped my thighs together urgently knowing I was not going to last the rest of the journey anymore. As much as it pained me to do so I was going to have to swallow my pride and ask the ticket inspector where the toilet was.I seriously couldn’t hold it back any longer! I could feel my cheeks redden and my neck burning as I quietly asked, praying that Mr handsome opposite couldn’t hear. The inspector wasn’t quiet though and I hated that little smirk he had when informing me that the toilet was out of order and I’d have to use one at the station. He’d seen my ticket so he knew exactly where I’m going. Did he really think if I could wait that long I’d go to all the bother of asking? Damn! What was I to do now? Well wether that guy had heard or not I couldn’t help but wriggle more, fidgeting around anxiously, scissoring my legs in and out, bouncing my legs, anything to just help me hold. He must know? This was so humiliating and embarrassing but I didn’t know what else to do. All I wanted was to be able to relax, release, get off the bloody train and get to a ladies RIGHT NOW! I could have actually cried as each station came and went and I was internally thinking ‘I’m almost losing it. Any minute now I’m going to have an accident!’ I couldn’t sit still, sitting right back in the seat tensely then having to cross my legs, only to uncross them, nursing my aching bladder and bouncing around. He was still there and I was sure now that he’d been watching me. He just wouldn’t stop looking at my twisting legs, my bloated bladder, my shaking shoes, the hair I was twirling anxiously with my fingers. Was he disgusted and as embarrassed as I was Who knew? The next station was announced and I decided rather suddenly that enough was enough. If I sat there any longer I was going to flood the place right in front of the stranger and so I grabbed my bag despite this next station not actually being my destination and I struggled towards the double doors horrified to suddenly notice the man opposite me was now standing right beside me! Oh God this was SO embarrassing and I couldn’t even stand still! He was even more attractive now he was standing up too. I was very clearly doing an ‘I need to pee’ dance gasping and struggling so much when suddenly our eyes met and he asked gently if I was ok. I wanted to yell at him that I clearly was anything but ok but I mustered as much professionalism as possible and asked quietly if he happened to know if the station had a ladies I could use. It HAD to! I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth and he had to be able to see that? I couldn’t even stand still at all, the noise of the heels of my shoes echoing right through the carriage compartment. He very kindly directed me but just the thought of now being so near seemed to make it suddenly worse as I bent forward and asked if they were far away. Even if they were right outside the train door when it opened I was beginning to think I still wouldn’t make it now. I’d been holding on for so long now that my poor vagina was quivering and I was shaking in need. I stepped off the train beside the man as he offered to show me the way. I did try to follow him but his steps were bigger, his pace quicker, his legs longer and I could barely move for fear I was about to pee everywhere. I was never going to make it. I physically couldn’t get there quick enough! Then he turned and seemed to come back towards me as I was bent forwards on the platform alone with a hand on the front of my skirt holding my crotch as best I could. As he approached I heard his voice asking if it was bad. For fucks sake it couldn’t have been worse if I had tried! I was leaking for God’s sake! I nodded shyly not able to actually tell him. I watched his face as he looked around anxiously before suggesting casually that I could pee behind this huge advertisement board on the side of the platform. I have never peed outside…well not for many many years anyway…but this was a dire emergency and I had no other choice. I hobbled behind the board shouted at the stranger to keep watch for me. As I struggled to pull my skirt up and tights and knickers down he appeared to be watching me again before suddenly looking away as if ashamed or…was he hard? Surely not? Fuck I couldn’t think straight as I breathed in and out quickly as my body poured out urine thick and fast as it splashed between my legs making a huge puddle. I couldn’t stop even though it felt like I was hovering there for forever as my poor huge bladder emptied on and on. All I could think about now was that clear swelling I could see in his trousers. Finally the whooshing and whizzing eased to a few spurts that splashed cheekily and I shook and pulled up my underwear and tights using my hands to straighten my skirt down as I stepped over the running puddle I had just made and walked past the stranger keeping guard. I was so much more relaxed now as I commented walking past how I’d never been so bursting in all my life. He didn’t reply as he walked behind me trying to catch up. I smiled back asking if there were buses to Oakdale from the main road noticing he was very flushed looking but had a huge smile he couldn’t hide. He nodded back and then briskly headed towards the car park as I saw a bus approaching and ran to catch it. It wasn’t far on the bus to home and as I stared out the window I couldn’t stop thinking about the stranger on the train who didn’t stop watching me the whole train journey as I squirmed and fidgeted right in front of him. He was so kind and helpful and understanding and extremely good looking. I was sure I had seen him in the same carriage as me before too. How I’d really love to see him again soon. A girl can dream right?
  15. 12:01am, Tuesday 11th February Alice sighed as she felt her bladder let go, sat alone in her en-suite bathroom. There was something Alice always found reasonably therapeutic about using the toilet, with just her, the trickling sound of her pee hitting the bowl, and the sweet feeling of relief for company. In her younger days, she would return home with her bladder practically bursting, after seven hours of avoiding using the disgusting loos at school. She would run upstairs, lock herself in the bathroom and let go, sometimes unable to avoid moaning with relief. She sometimes wondered how she managed to avoid wetting herself at all, as it often felt as though she left it close a lot of the time, yet remarkably, she hadn't had an accident since she was about ten, when she couldn't hold on any longer after a long car journey. Even in her adult life, she still had a few close shaves, a few tube journeys home with tightly crossed legs here and there, a few occasions where she had one too many cups of coffee. She even found herself peeing in an alleyway a few months ago, after finding herself drunk and desperate on the way home from a night out, although as a shy person, she never liked to admit this to anyone. Besides, at 24 years old, she should be able to make it to a proper toilet without any commotion, and she prided herself on her strong bladder control. Always a high-achiever, she had found herself working as a journalist for one of Britain's top newspapers, however in such an intense working environment, the chances to pee weren't always available as often as she'd like. She wiped her pussy, and flushed the paper down the toilet. Standing up, she went to wash her hands, catching sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her boyfriend always told her how beautiful she looked, but as someone low on self confidence, she never really believed him. However with beautiful long brown hair and an amazing figure, she was truly gorgeous. With David, her boyfriend, fast asleep, Alice climbed into bed next to him, and prepared to drift off. The time was 12:03am, and little did Alice know that she had taken her last wee for twenty four hours. -- 8:05am "FUCK!" Alice exclaimed. As she hastily slipped on a pair of purple knickers, and some smart black trousers, David came to. "What's going on?" David asked. "The fucking alarm didn't go off, and I have to be at the tube station in twenty fucking minutes," she exclaimed, unusually flustered, as she struggled to put her bra on. The tube station was about a ten minute drive away, so Alice didn't really have time to do anything other than put her make up on, tidy her hair up and grab a quick cereal bar and a small bottle of Tropicana. Soon she was out the door, and in the car, ready for the big day she had ahead of her. She was interviewing an prestigious author about his new book, in her most important moment of her career so far. She'd prepared for weeks, however she couldn't help but feel nervous about her interview. She swigged the rest of her orange juice, as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye, grabbing her bag containing all her notes. As she ended up arriving at the tube station early, she grabbed herself a large coffee and sat down on the platform, mentally running through the interview in her head. -- 10:14am After a long tube journey, which involved her having to change twice, she was finally at her stop. She passed the toilets, and debated using them, however she resented the notion of paying for the need to urinate, and besides, she'd be able to pee when she arrived at the cafe she was due to meet the writer in. She picked up a bottle of water from WH Smiths, and discarded of her empty orange juice carton and coffee cup. It was a freezing cold day, and Alice felt her bladder twinge slightly at the feeling of cold air. Nonetheless, she was an adult, and she'd be able to hold on until the cafe, which was a half an hour walk away. --- 10:47am "I'm sorry, the loo is currently out of order," the blonde waitress told Alice. Alice frowned, as she could have really done with a pee, however she wasn't desperate yet, so thanked the waitress. "To be honest, I'm bursting to pee myself, seriously worried I'll wet my knickers," the waitress told her, as she dug her hands into her crotch. Alice returned to her table, wincing slightly at the overshare she had just heard. She began to prepare for the interview when the writer walked in. "Hi there, you must be Alice," the kind older gentleman outstretched a hand. "Hello Mr Jacobs, so good to finally meet you," Alice exclaimed. "Please. call me Michael, everyone else does. Now what can I get you to drink?" he asked, unaware of the fullness of her bladder. "Oh it's okay, I'm fine for drinks," Alice quickly responded, keen not to make her task of holding it more difficult. "I insist, I'll pay," Mr Jacobs added. "I suppose just a small flat white would be good then," she replied, hoping she wouldn't regret that decision later on. The same waitress from before came to take their orders, noticeably fidgety, however managing to at least maintain a smile. "Two large flat whites please," Michael requested. Alice inwardly moaned, the elderly man must have not heard her specifically asking for a small coffee. She knew that a large coffee would leave her feeling very desperate by the end of the interview. The waitress went to fetch the coffees, and from the corner of the eye, Alice could see her biting her lip and shutting her eyes as she prepared the coffee. Alice was now keen to focus on the task in hand, so began to ask Tom questions. The interview was going swimmingly, however halfway through, Alice became distracted by a conversation between her and her female manager. Her manager was a brunette, probably about thirty, with fashionable glasses and a big chest. "Celia, please can I go to the loo across the road, I'm dying for a pee." the waitress begged. "No Lizzie, we're understaffed today, you can't leave while we're this busy. Besides, you're not the only one who's desperate," Celia replied, crossing her legs together. "Please, I'm going to wet myself," Lizzie was now pleading, with actual tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go, you're just going to have to be a big girl and hold it." Celia firmly told Lizzie. Alice was well aware of her own need to pee at this point, with two coffees, an orange juice and half a bottle of water now sitting in her bladder. Finish the interview, then pee, she thought to herself. At least she knew there was a toilet across the road. Lizzie came over to collect the empty coffee mugs, clearly in a great deal of pain. "H-h-h-how were you drinks?" she asked, openly twisting her legs round and bending her knees. "Excellent thanks," Alice glanced sympathetically, as tears once again appeared in Lizzie's eyes. "T-t-that's good, would you like the bill?" Lizzie asked. "That would be great thank you," Michael answered. "Okay, I'll bring that ahhhhhhh," Lizzie was interrupted mid-sentence, as she tightly crossed her legs together. She rushed off with the coffee mugs, and Alice could again hear her talking to her superior. "I'm wetting myself, I just leaked a bit of pee into my knckers," "Look, I'm busting for a wee as well, just hold on a bit longer," Celia could barely stop herself hopping from foot to foot. Lizzie returned with the bill, but gasped as another drop of wee presumably escaped her bursting bladder. Lizzie passed the bill, before looking up to the ceiling as Michael took a long sip of water. Alice could hear Lizzie whimpering as Michael searched for his debit card. "Oh my God," Lizzie gasped. A quiet trickling sound could be heard, as her bladder finally gave way. Lizzie held her head in her hands, as Alice saw her hot pee pool at the bottom of her feet. She could see her tights were now saturated with urine, and the wee had seeped through to leave a wet patch on her skirt. "Don't worry, love, it happens to everyone occasionally," Michael comforted her. Alice agreed, although began to think through this statement. It happens to everyone occasionally. She'd never wet herself, and of her friends, only Poppy had had an accident in public, and even then, that was on a New Year's Eve where she was exceptionally drunk. In the line for the loo, she'd just let go, and peed her knickers in her tight red dress. At this point, they were all thrown out of the bar, but it was still one of the more memorable New Year's Eve parties. Alice wondered if Celia would help Lizzie, after cruelly denying her the chance for relief, however her question was soon answered, as the boss bolted out the door, with dignity seeping away, tightly holding on to her crotch. Alice swore she saw a bit of urine leak out, but she may have been wrong. "Anyway, nice to meet you Michael, the piece should be published within the next few days." Alice told him, relieved to finally be able to void her bladder. "I'm going past the station if you need a lift?" Michael asked. ---
  16. I’ll finish this later tonight but here’s part 1: A hen night to remember Max sat at the bar drowning his sorrows. Maybe if he hasn’t said that, done this or went there Becky might still be living with him instead of currently on her hen night somewhere about to marry his best friend next week. He still loved Becky but it was all too late now. Another pint might just help numb the pain perhaps. —- Along the street Becky danced around with her friends high on life and excited about her future, a huge L plate pinned to her dress and a plastic crown on her head. She might not get to see Steph or Mags or Poppy much after the honeymoon if Ben got the promotion he’d applied for so she was determined to enjoy every single minute of her hen night. Wearing too high shoes to try and look taller than her measly 5 foot she could feel her feet aching as the music broke for just a moment and she took her chance to get Steph’s attention. “I’m going to have more blisters than teeth if I keep dancing like this. Fancy another drink?” The girls headed over to a table as Poppy headed to the bar for some more drinks. “Make mine a soft drink this time Pops! I’ve got an appointment tomorrow to finalise the catering and I want to make it rather than find myself in the toilet!” Poppy laughed as she headed off to the bar as Mags, Steph and Becky sat down on the chairs clumsily. “You ok there Becks? Having a good night so far?” Becks smiled back looking at her girlfriends and realising just how badly she’d miss them. They’d seen her through so much in the last year with leaving manipulative Max, finding somewhere else to live and then dating Ben. Now a week away from her big day she genuinely wondered where she would be without them. Poppy returned with the drinks and the girls drank and laughed while the music blared. “You’d think they’d turn it down a bit wouldn’t you? Jeez it’s loud! I reckon I must be getting old!” “Fancy moving down the road to the Maiden Voyage? I fancy some chips on the way. They’ve got this live band playing tonight. Don’t look so worried Becky! We’ve not booked a stripper or anything! Promise!” “Good! I should really go to the ladies first if we’re moving on though. God it’s getting busier isn’t it!” “No way! Are they giving out free drinks or something? This place is suddenly jumping! I can’t see you getting to the toilets this side of Christmas Becks! Can you wait until the Maiden? It’ll be much quieter there I reckon.” Becks only just made out Steph’s voice over the crowd and noise but she was right. Getting to the ladies right now would be like crossing the English channel without a boat…very time consuming, dangerous and pretty much a Herculean feat! She wasn’t absolutely desperate and the Maidan was just along the road. Even in her uncomfortable sandals it wouldn’t take that long to get there. She gulped down the remainder of her cola and stood up looking for her cloakroom ticket. “Let’s go before our eardrums burst eh!” The girls fumbled their way towards the exit, tickets in hand, and waited in a queue to retrieve their coats. Finally they were outside in the evening chill laughing and pulling each other along the road. “Slow down! These heel’s aren’t made for walking in!” Mags and Poppy looked back to see Becky struggling as they took one arm each to steady her. “You sure that last drink was just cola Beck’s? You’re all over the place here!” “It’s these sandals, honestly. Plus the fact I really need the loo now! Why did I let you all drag me out before going to the ladies?” “You’re not the only one wanting to go! Come on you three! That wine’s bouncing in my bladder here!” Becky looked ahead at Steph and laughed as they started walking, with Mags and Poppy keeping her steady, towards the corner chip shop and the Maiden Voyage pub around the corner. Just as they got to the entrance to the fish and chip shop Steph stood legs crossed looking at the menu in the window. “God I hope they cook quickly. I’m dying for the loo!” “Me too!” “Me three!” “Me four! Actually it was me who said it first back in the club! You're all copying me!” “Can’t you just order whatever you want quickly before I pee myself here?” “All right Steph! Keep your knickers on!” “I’ll be pulling them down to wee in a back street if you don’t hurry up!” At that Mags, Poppy and Becky stumbled into the small take away leaving Steph pee dancing outside waiting. They placed their orders and received them before rejoining Steph outside as she stood leaning against the wall crossed legged with a hand in front of her short skirt. The four of them continued walking around the corner, three of them eating and Steph leading the way, until they reached the front door of the Maiden Voyage and Steph waited anxiously for the others to catch up. As she stood there she read a notice on the door that made her gasp. “Girls you can’t take the chips inside! You’ll need to bin them! Look! Let’s just bin them shall we so we can get out the cold. We can get crisps or nuts or whatever at the bar later eh?” Mags shook her head. “These cost me £3! 3 pounds I tell you! Plus they’re delicious! You go in if you want and I’ll be in in a bit!” “I’ll wait with you Mags. We’ll not be long Steph. Promise.” Steph pushed the pub door open then looked back at her three friends. Despite longing to use the ladies she felt way too embarrassed to head in herself so reluctantly waited for her three friends. The four scantily dressed giggly woman stood in a huddle, all four needing to wee badly and not hiding the fact and all four helping themselves to hot chips as they eagerly tried finishing their snack so they could enter the pub. As Poppy crossed her legs and almost fell down the curb she stumbled back up laughing. “If only Ben could see you now Becky!” “What? What’s wrong with me?” “You can’t even stand still! How much did you drink at the club then?” “No more than the rest of you! Anyway it’s not the drink making me like this. It’s…you know..my bladder! Oh fuck I can’t eat any more until I pee! Let’s go in please!” “Race you to the ladies girls. Begs I’m first!” But just as they dropped their chip wrappers in the bin and headed to the door of the pub it opened and out walked Max practically walking right into Becky! ———
  17. This story involves a young man on his first day in a new job being actively preventing from going to the bathroom and the consequences of that. His older female boss is rather controlling and firm! The neurologist’s secretary Jay walked confidently into the atrium of the modern hospital acceptance letter in hand and a small backpack on his back. Dressed in smart trousers, shirt, and tie he hoped to make a good impression on his first day. “Good morning. My name is Jayden Tenny and I am here for the position of secretary to Dr. Ellis Hyndford, paediatric neurologist.” “If you could wait here sir I’ll call that department and get someone to come down for you.” Jay waited nervously looking around the atrium with its web of signs and shops with shutters down and cleaners buffeting floors. He’d been interviewed in another office building so wasn’t actually familiar with the huge city hospital at all. Finally someone approached him, shook his hand, and asked him to follow them. He was lead down a maze of corridors, up a stairway and down a carpeted shorter corridor to a small office. “This is where you’ll be based. Dr Ellis-Hyndford should be with you shortly. I’m afraid I need to leave now but if you just wait here you’ll be fine. Oh would you like a tea or coffee though?” Jay accepted a tea and was delighted when a few minutes later he was brought a proper mug with tea just how he requested: no sugar, just a splash of milk and brown enough to actually taste the flavour. He sat in the wheeled office chair facing the wedged open door looking at the computer in front of him and wondering if he should turn it on. Would someone train him he wondered? He sipped at his tea looking around the room waiting patiently when suddenly a tall, blond, intimidating older woman marched in. “Thank God they finally got me a replacement secretary! What on earth? And you are?” Jay reached out his hand to shake the female’s hand which she hadn’t even offered. “I’m Jayden Tenny. I am here to fill the position of secretary to paediatric neurologist Dr. Ellis Hyndford. I am sorry if I am in the wrong office?” “They sent me…a man? Oh come on! This is a joke right? I don’t have time for this nonsense today! Look, can you type? You know shorthand? You can answer a phone properly? I’ll deal with the board later on this but for now you’ll need to do! I have a clinic at 9am sharp and a huge backlog of emails. They gave you a log in did they?” “Yes mam. I can assure you I can type well, I am skilled in shorthand and my telephone manner is excellent. Would you like me to answer it right now?” “Of course I would! What did you think a secretary did? I can’t actually believe they expect me to work with a…man! This is madness! Answer that then just log on and email me downstairs when you can. My email address is on my card on the desk right there. I’ll forward the link to my voice memos for you to type up. I have GP’s, nurses and parents going mad for urgent replies and letters. Four months behind we are now! Four months! I can’t see this working but I need someone urgently so let’s see what you can do!” As Jay picked up the ringing phone he watched the woman turn and storm out the room, his heart racing. He’d assumed Dr. Ellis Hyndford would be male for a start and that he’d be somewhat more welcoming and friendly too. She was, clearly, all female, fiery, sharp tongued and…well pretty fit looking for an older woman..but he absolutely wasn’t here for that! He blinked, turned away from the door, switched on the computer and used the log in on his letter to do what he’d been instructed. He could prove to the doctor he was every bit as good as any other secretary, if not better. By tomorrow she’d be delighted to have him he told himself as the website loaded and he searched how to send an email. Before long Jay had familiarised himself with the website, received a pile of emails from the doctor, began typing up referrals and clinic notes and letters from the many voice memos the doctor had sent over and mastered answering calls quickly and efficiently at the same time. In fact he had an entire page of telephone memos already as he looked at his empty mug wishing he knew where he could make himself another cuppa. As if somehow reading his mind suddenly the lady from earlier walked past, looked in smiling, and asked if he wanted another tea. “Yes please! Can I ask what I do with all these phone notes for the doctor too? Will she be back up for them?” “Those all for Geraldine? She’s in clinic until lunch time then she usually pops up for lunch and she’ll get them then. Was it just milk you took?” “There’s a few urgent ones asking her to call back today though?” “She’ll get them later. Best not to interrupt her or get on her bad side. She goes through secretaries like I go through hot dinners! I give you a week at most! Actually less since she can’t stand men!” Jay sat open mouthed as the girl walked away. What had he got himself into? A week at most? He couldn’t quit after such a short time. He needed the money far too much for starters and he wanted to prove to his mum that paying his college fees was worth the investment. He was determined to outlast everyone else by a long way. He set back to typing as the phone rang again and by the time he’d hung up the girl was walking in with another mug of tea. It was almost 1pm when Dr Geraldine Ellis-Hyndford walked along the carpeted corridor in plain view of Jay. By then he had finished his second mug of tea, typed up more than 20 letters, had two full sheets of A4 paper of telephone notes for the doctor and he was tapping his foot eagerly looking forward to his lunch break and hopefully finding a loo. “Excuse me, doctor Ellis-Hyndford? There’s some really urgent messages here for you.” “Oh. Yes. I forgot about you! You got my emails ok? I’ll pop in to talk to you after lunch. You did bring lunch with you, didn’t you?” “Yes. I wasn’t sure what the arrangements would be so I brought something with me and something to drink. Is there like a staff room we go to or something?” “Staffroom? Oh you’re hilarious! Put the phone on answer machine for half an hour and then get back to it. I’ll pop by after I’ve had my break. Jeez…staffroom! God that’s so funny!” “No problem. Could I maybe…” But it was too late. The doctor had walked away and Jay was left on his own staring at the open door for the second time that day. He got off his seat for the first time since arriving and headed to the door of the room which was wedged open and looked down the corridor in both directions. There was no sign of the doctor nor of the girl from earlier and hearing the phone ringing yet again Jay sighed and walked back to the desk. He tapped his foot whilst writing another note for his boss. He didn’t mind staying in the room to eat but he really needed to find a toilet soon before the doctor came to see him for her phone messages. Those mugs of tea had filled his bladder quicker than he expected. After another check in the corridor and even a tentative quick explore up and down a few steps in each direction Jay decided he had better start eating so that he was finished in time for the neurologist returning. Surely someone might pass and he could ask them where the toilets were? However, by the time Jay had eaten his wrap and crisps and finished a bottle of water not one person had passed the room and his need to pee was increasing fast! With the door wide open he worried about openly holding himself or acting in any way unprofessional but as time crept on his legs were scissoring in and out frequently and his hand was pressed on his upper leg more and more. He was bursting for the loo and regretting those two teas from earlier! Half an hour passed and Jay could hear yet another call going to voicemail so he let it end before retrieving the messages one by one and writing them all down, all the time swinging his legs and squirming on the wheeled office seat. He was just finishing writing the final one when he felt a shadow looming at the open door. “So? You said I had some urgent messages?” “Oh yes! Yes you do doctor! In fact quite a few! I wrote them all down for you and I have used a yellow highlighter to show the most urgent ones. There’s a patient on the children’s ward, wait I have it here, yes here it is. Ward 6B. An 8 year old with complex epilepsy and they want you to see her today. A Dr Maddox from Gillingham asked you to call him urgently about a patient, Samuel Brownlee, too. Then there was a parent calling asking for an urgent word with you about their son. They said his condition is deteriorating and you said to call right away if there were any changes apparently. I took their number. They are all here for you.” Jay stood and handed the A4 papers to the doctor realising he was shaking a little in fear and bouncing in desperation too. He had to ask about access to a bathroom as soon as possible. Not only did his poor bladder have the contents now of two mugs of tea but now the bottle of water with his lunch was filling it even more! “Right. I see. This is far from ideal though…what did you say your name was? Didn’t you think to write each of these separately? This is so..messy! Have you managed to type any of my voice memos out? Don’t tell me you made as much mess of those too?” Jay turned the screen of the computer round to face the neurologist so she could see his current letter he was typing. He looked at the date. “I’ve got up to…February the 9th? I’d have done a lot more if I hadn’t had to keep answering the…” “Can’t you multitask? Oh of course you can’t! What was I thinking! You’re a male! For God’s sake can’t you even stand still?” “I’m really sorry doctor! I haven’t stopped all morning and I was offered a couple of mugs of tea and…” The neurologist looked at Jay suspiciously but curiously. Her eyes met his before she looked him up and down smirking. “Ok. Ok. Maybe I should give you more of a chance. You do seem to be trying after all. So bring up the very first memo you typed up this morning and I’ll see how you have got on so far. Most of them need printed and signed anyway so I can correct anything before we do that. Wait here one minute and I’ll be right back!” Jay couldn’t help giving his dick a quick squeeze as Dr Ellis-Hyndford walked briskly out of the room in her heeled shoes as he bent forwards and searched the computer for the first file he created hours previously. If the neurologist planned on going through each item he’d typed it was obvious they would be busy for quite some time but there was no way he could hold his bladder that much longer. Pushing his crotch against the solid desk he jumped and almost leaked as the tall intimidating doctor walked back in carrying another wheeled office chair. “Now I am a VERY busy person. You do understand that? These files are of the utmost importance as they carry confidential information on the health of my patients and their treatment. A mistake can not just cost you your job but could cost a person their life. I do NOT accept mistakes. Not when it comes to my patients. So let me see the first one please.” Jay nervously pulled up the first file he had typed up that morning still standing awkwardly, still absolutely dying for the toilet. As the doctor read over his typing meticulously Jay could feel his cheeks redden. So many of the technical terms were out of his comfort zone and this was only his second administration job since finishing college. Even more than that though he couldn’t properly stand still now and that fact embarrassed him so much, especially in front of his boss on his first day. “Mmm. Better than I expected. I see you left the our reference and your reference parts blank and the patient hospital numbers. So here’s how you get those numbers. You click here for the your reference code. It’s just the date and my initials and then to access the patients hospital number you click here, complete their details, then copy and paste into this bit here. Are you getting this?” “Yes. That looks easy enough. Actually doctor I know your time is valuable and you have a lot to do but would it be possible if I had a quick break for a few minutes? It’s just that…I’m really sorry but would it be ok if I just ran to the toilet before we get to the next one? I have been needing to go for ages.” Dr Ellis-Hyndford turned and looked at Jay, abruptly staring over her glasses disdainfully . “I beg your pardon? Do you think I have time for you to go anywhere? Oh for goodness sake would you answer that phone while I complete these references and patient numbers and get these printed. I don’t have time for this you know! Now answer that please!” Jay turned to answer the phone acting as professional as possible despite feeling crippled with an urgent need to urinate. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?” Scribbling down the details Jay squirmed obviously as he slid the note towards the doctor. Clearly recognising the name she wrote back to tell him to pass the call through before she took the phone and proceeded to continue the call. Meanwhile Jay sat back in his seat wriggling around trying his hardest not to grab himself but failing miserably. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life nor so absolutely desperate for the toilet. Frightened he might even have an accident he got up from the seat and paced around behind the Dr back and forth in front of the window bending forwards, dancing, squirming and squeezing himself more than he’d ever done in his life. Still the doctor continued on with the call. Jay tried getting eye contact with her hoping she might even point to where the loos were but she just stared at him angrily scowling and clearly annoyed at his behaviour. Despite her clear disgust Jay was frantic as he rushed towards the open door cupping his crotch longing to find someone to show him to a bathroom. He looked back in the room at the doctor as he pointed to the left but she shook her head to communicate that wasn’t the way to the toilets. So he pointed right but she simply shook her head once more before suddenly standing up and abruptly kicking the door stop away and letting the door close over! Jay was close to tears returning to his seat and kneading his crotch, urgently bent forwards and fidgeting like a little child.He couldn’t wait much longer no matter how much he tried! His poor dick was shaking and he could feel his bladder pulsing as spasm after spasm caused him to quietly moan and wriggle and bounce more than ever before. This was so embarrassing! Finally Dr Ellis-Hyndford put the phone down and turned to face Jay. “There’s a couple of mistakes in some of your reports. I don’t allow mistakes, as I said. I need the patient hospital numbers added in correctly and the references and all the mistakes corrected. Quickly! My time is in demand you know!” “Yes mam, but first please may I be excused just a moment? I really do have to go to the bathroom rather urgently!” “What! You’re just this minute finished your lunch break! In this job you see to your personal needs in your personal time NOT on my time! You understand?” “But…but I haven’t been shown where they are so I couldn’t go during lunch and it really is an emergency mam!” “Emergency? Have you any idea what that word even means? Brain tumours are an emergency! Increased intracranial pressure is an emergency! Prolonged epileptic seizures are an emergency…but a grown man with a little desire to get rid of waste liquid from his body is NOT an emergency by my standards. Now I need these files yesterday! Get typing!” Jay shuffled closer to the computer his hand tightly grasping his dick for dear life. Whatever his boss thought this most definitely WAS an emergency to him and any second now his poor aching bladder would surely explode everywhere! The overbearing neurologist stared at him intently as he couldn’t help leaning forwards and gasping as another bladder spasm hit. “And you can sit properly while you’re at it! Slouching like that is bad for your back!”: Jay did his best to sit more upright tensing his back and thighs as much as possible as he copied and pasted the next hospital number into the report. Meanwhile the doctor stood staring at him smirking, almost laughing at his predicament. Jay could feel his face redden more and hear his own heart thumping as he used a hand to grip the office table as hard as possible. It was too much though and when the phone rang yet again making him lose concentration and jump he could feel the tip of his penis swell and moisten. The familiar surge of warmth zooming fast up his urethra told him in no uncertain terms what was about to happen and even with a writhe on the seat and almost standing to try and stop it it was too late as a large trickle of warm liquid leaked out of his weary penis into his clean boxers and smart trousers. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”, Jay said breathlessly as more warmth spread between his legs and down his thigh. “Hi, This is Dr Maddox from Gillingham general practice. Would it be possible to speak to Dr Ellis-Hyndford as a matter of urgency?” “Please hold on and I will see if she’s available for you.” Jay looked the neurologist right in the eye as he stood up to hand the receiver over to her as tears nipped his eyes and pee poured out from his throbbing dick. Despite her bullying, harshness and abruptness there was a spark in the corner of her eye he couldn’t quite decipher in his utter humiliation. Had she actually enjoyed seeing him so desperate and begging to use the toilet? Was this some sort of control game she got a thrill from? As he stood there in warm drenched suit trousers so many thoughts consumed him. So was this why no secretary lasted longer than a week here and why did this esteemed in demand neurologist hate men so much? He was determined that however much strength and determination it took he’d stay exactly where he was long enough to find out more. Tomorrow he’d just make sure to have another pair of trousers in his bag just in case.
  18. She wouldn’t let him go: the shop manager Donnie jogged the one mile to his part time job, hoping not to get too wet in the drizzly rain. Working in a small local Tesco wasn’t high on his career ambitions but it helped pay college fees and required little in the way of complex brain workouts. Besides there were often some good looking woman who were regulars and thinking of them always brightened an otherwise ordinary shift. He clocked in five minutes early and after hanging up his coat he opened a bottle of juice and before heading into the shop he drank around half of it, replenishing what he had lost in sweat after his short jog to work. Fridays were always delivery and stock taking days so Donnie was sure he was on the till as usual but checked the rota just to make sure. He was, so on opening the staffroom door he signed into one of the tills allowing Anna to clock off. ‘That’s me away Annette! See you Monday.’ Donnie saw Annette, the shop manager, wave from the back of the shop as she checked through the refrigerator for food about to go out of date. ‘Gonna hand these into Donnie before you go, thanks!’ Anna handed Donnie the shop carrier bag with some milk, fresh juice, cheese, and cold meat in and he placed it behind the counter until he was told where else it was to go. A while later Annette came towards the tills to check more stock and in a moment of less customers she had a brief conversation with her colleague. ‘I’ve marked that bag of stuff off I gave you. Just when you get a chance you can bin it, or if you want to have any of it just do so. It’s unsellable but got today’s date on so fine still. By the way self service till 1 has been playing up something terrible today. I’ve put a new receipt roll in so hopefully it’s better now. I’ll finish this aisle then take my lunch.’ Donnie nodded as he scanned another customer’s goods while watching another person on the self service till. He saw Annette pulling stock to the front of the shelf before turning out of sight. She was a much older woman, quite Jekyll and Hyde at times in her manner, often ‘forgetful’ about promised holidays or breaks for staff, but otherwise focussed on the shop and efficient at her job. As soon as the next moment of quietness occurred Donnie had a quick look in the carrier bag. The shop was warm and as time passed he opened one of the cartons of fresh apple juice and drank some. He was alone at the front of the shop and besides Annette had said he could have some so he never thought anything more about it. It wasn’t a brand of fresh juice he usually bought but it was lovely and before too long the carton was empty. It was over an hour later before Donnie saw Annette again and it was more heard than saw really as he heard her, presumably on the phone, but could briefly see items being put onto a shop trolley by someone in staff uniform. The stream of customers was pretty constant so Donnie carried on as normal, looking forward to his break. The next he saw Annette properly was when she came over to the fresh flowers near the front and rearranged them and checked their dates. The empty buckets reminded Donnie that a stock delivery was due later that day. Sometimes he was sent to receive the delivery but other times his boss insisted she did it. He wasn’t sure who it would be today but it wasn’t due for another hour at least. 4pm passed and Donnie was still alone. He’d been behind the till alone three hours now without a break and while he was a little hungry he was more aware he needed a bathroom at some point in the near future and wondering if he’d get a break soon. Officially, as Annette liked to remind him periodically, he wasn’t legally entitled to a break on a five hour shift but if the shop was quiet enough he usually managed to get one. There was no sign of Annette though so he just carried on for now. 4:30 came and not only was Donnie more aware of needing a pee but he was warm and thirsty too. Unable still to leave the till he rummaged in the bag and was delighted to find more apple juice. Sipping around half the carton as opportunity arose between serving he assumed he’d be released soon for a break where he could use the staff loo. ‘Excuse me please. The till hasn’t issued my change.’ It was that problematic self service till playing up. Donnie opened it up, tinkered around in what he could, issued the customer her change and then decided to turn the till off and put an out of order sign on. All the time he could feel the pressure building more and more in his bladder. By now a queue had formed and Donnie pressed the bell for assistance. Annette appeared from the staff room and signed onto the spare till. Between them they worked through the waiting customers for the next 15 minutes while Donnie moved from foot to foot getting more and more keen to pee. As Donnie served the final queuing customer he saw Annette sign off the till and head away. ‘Annette, is there any chance I could have a break at all?’ ‘Not right this minute Donnie sorry. I’m just doing the shifts for next month. I’ll come back once I’m finished though, ok?’ It wasn’t really ok but Donnie had no choice. He’d just have to wait. As the afternoon wore on Donnie became more and more grateful for the fact he was stood behind a counter out of sight. It felt like his bladder had swollen a hundred times it’s usual size as he rubbed at his stomach and shook his leg. His bladder felt hard, full, and it ached. With less than an hour before he finished it wasn’t looking good for getting that break he really needed. He was so glad when for a moment the shop quietened as he paced behind the till and slipped a much needed hand into his trouser pocket to press his personal belongings in his crotch. He really did need that promised break. Where was Annette? Finally he heard her again talking on the phone. He waved to try and get her attention but she didn’t notice. He pressed his thighs together and grimaced. Jeez he was really desperate for the loo! Thankfully it looked like Annette was coming over to him at last! His body throbbed in anticipation and it felt like the full contents of his bladder was pressing into his crotch as he stood behind the counter holding himself through his pocket while she approached, but before he could say anything another customer placed a basket on the counter. ‘Donnie that was the delivery driver on the phone. He’s been running behind but finally here. I’m just heading to the loading area. You can stay on a bit can’t you? Maybe half an hour or so? Maxine ought to be here to help you in about 45 minutes but I’d prefer two of you on at tea time as it gets busy as you know. I’ll add the hours in for you so don’t worry.’ Donnie took the customer’s money but couldn’t concentrate. He HAD to catch Annette before she left. He called after her, his face flushed. ‘Annette, any chance I could get a two minute break first. It’s just...I’ll be super quick I promise!’ Annette looked at her watch then glanced back at Donnie. ‘If I am not back by the time Maxine arrives you can clock off if you really need to but I’d much prefer you waited until I was back. The driver is running late and I can’t leave him waiting and I need the milk and bread out right away as we have none left now. Don’t let me down now Donnie...please.’ Donnie wasn’t sure if he was angry, shocked or just pissed off. What he did know was he was seriously bursting for the toilet and there was no way he could wait another 45 minutes. He wanted to run after Annette and tell her, beg her even, to allow him to go to the bathroom, or even better just race directly to the staff toilet, but he was stuck behind a till alone and once again there was queue of customers waiting impatiently. Trying to be as professional as possible Donnie continued serving customers as he shook one leg then the other and moved from foot to foot. He was sure that any minute now his bladder would pop as he rubbed his stomach yet again. Even his back was now starting to ache as his whole body yelled for release. Donnie could feel his palms sweating more and more and his face blushing as he took payment, scanned items and bagged groceries. Every minute felt like days as his legs trembled in urgent need behind the counter. Then one of the regular customers came forwards to be served and Donnie forced a smile. This was one of the young woman who made his shifts better, who he normally looked forward to seeing and who he quite fancied, though he wouldn’t admit it. She smiled and then looked at Donnie funny. ‘Are you feeling ok? You look a bit hot?’ Shaking a leg again and pressing his thighs tight together Donnie stepped closer to the counter as for the first time he felt he absolutely must grab himself to prevent a leak. ‘I’m fine thanks. Just keen for my break soon that’s all.’ ‘She not gave you one again today? That’s shocking! When did you start?’ ‘1pm. I finish soon though thankfully.’ ‘Do you not even get a break to eat or drink then?’ ‘Not really. I’m allowed to drink behind here at least though. But I’m looking forward to my tea later.’ ‘You don’t even get like a loo break or anything?’ ‘Not today. Mostly I do but it’s been busy today.’ ‘Jeez I couldn’t do that. I’d be pure bursting if it was me.’ Donnie squeezed his penis before using both hands to help pack the customers goods. Picking up the bag to hand to her his face came closer to hers as he whispered so no-one else would hear. ‘I am.’ The girl looked Donnie right in the eye before speaking quietly. ‘No wonder. You poor thing. Will you make it?’ Donnie didn’t answer but his puppy dog eyes, tense face and biting lip said everything as he grabbed his crotch tight again. As she went to walk away the girl turned and looked concerned. She mouthed back very quietly. ‘Maybe you should keep a bottle back there?’ Donnie moaned as he tried to serve the next elderly man. His knees were wobbling and he almost felt faint at the pressure in his body. He couldn’t recall having to go this badly ever before. It was all he could think about, focus on and yearn for. If he didn’t reach a bathroom in the next few minutes he was afraid what might happen. Finally he found himself alone again as he paced behind the counter and moaned quietly. Perhaps Maxine might arrive early so he could run to the loo or maybe Annette would come in and take over? Whichever happened it needed to be right now! Oh God did it need to be NOW! As the sound of customers taking goods, chatting and picking up baskets filled the small shop Donnie felt his body go still and warm as his penis twitched and urine dribbled into his underpants. This was it. He was about to piss himself any second. He’d waited longer than ever before, squeezed more than he thought possible, filled his bladder more than he thought it could ever hold...and now it was coming to an end. As if in slow motion he watched as a customer facing away from him picked up a large bottle of lemonade and put it in her basket. A bottle? He needed a bottle right now! Suddenly remembering the carton of apple juice he pulled one of the empty cartons up and stepping right against the counter he carefully undid his fly, placed the carton right over his crotch and slipped his leaking anatomy into the carton. He stood there for a second but nothing happened. The thought someone might hear or catch him made his body clamp up as he counted slowly in his head and tried to breath. A dribble. Then another. Then a spurt. But oh a customer! Yikes! Donnie placed the cartoon by the till and zipped up his fly feeling dribbles still escaping into his clothing. He served the lady as quickly as he could then, checking no-one was around, he unzipped and let out some more piss. This time his body wanted to shoot out fast and it took all Donnie’s self control to pee quietly and slowly despite being absolutely aching to relax completely and release fully. Quickly he stopped as another customer approached. Then another customer. And another. Having started releasing then stopping seemed to not only increase Donnie’s need exponentially it also seemed to enlarge his penis as the naughtiness and sneakiness of his actions had a big affect on his hormones. Tied between an agonising and urgent need to fully release and the ever increasing chance of being caught plus the now constant dribbling he could feel running down his inside leg Donnie wasn’t sure wether he longed to piss more or cum. Either way he had never been so glad to have his bottom half hidden by the counter. Another customer. More scanning. More dribbles. The rock hardness of his penis slowly subsiding but the absolute aching desire to piss getting stronger than ever. After marching on the spot frantically with his back to the till he knew it was now or never. He turned towards the carton and stepped as close to the till as physically possible as he unzipped again and went to slide his penis into the carton when he jumped in fright. ‘Donnie I’m just putting this milk out then you can finish up ok?’ But Donnie stood in silence unable to answer as urine flooded out of his body powerfully and urgently soaking the counter, the till, his trousers and splashing the bag and all its contents on the bottom shelf. Donnie didn’t know if Annette had heard it but as she walked towards the back of the store all he heard was her voice speaking as he tucked his penis into his drenched trousers and zipped them up again. ‘Sorry you never got a break today by the way. It’s been some shift eh!’ Bowing his head in shame and with his face scarlet as he looked at the puddle behind the counter Donnie nodded in agreement. It had been some shift indeed.
  19. This is a narrative of me reading a true experience I had in my early twenties when I worked as a children’s party hostess in a very busy soft play centre. I have posted the story before but this is me reading it for those who might enjoy hearing my voice. New Recording.m4a
  20. I was always that child who would wait until the very last minute to run to the loo. I was always that teenager too shy to ask the teacher if I could go and sitting though classes crossed legged or wriggling. Then when I started working I was always that dedicated employee who would only use the bathroom on scheduled breaks and sit at my desk wriggling hoping no-one noticed. But then I became self employed and had easy access to a bathroom and had children and got out of the habit of holding….that was until I began writing omo stories for this site… Now instead of going whenever I feel the need if I am writing a story for here I don’t want to interrupt the flow of my inspiration by moving so I hold and hold and hold. By the time the stories are finished I have sweating palms, legs that can’t stay still for a moment, my entire body is tense, I’m struggling to concentrate, I’m biting my lips and getting anxious and my muscles at so clenched tight I’m scared to even move from my seat! And I love it! It helps me identify with the characters, really empathise with their plight and imagine how they are feeling….it also turns me on something crazy! So if you ever read any of my stories I just wanted to let you know that it’s not just the characters who really need to go…
  21. As a woman one thing I have noticed is that when I am bursting for a wee my skin and body becomes super sensitive to touch. What would otherwise be a fairly innocuous touch like a man lightly putting his hand on my knee to reassure me or patting my arm sends electrical shivers right through me when I’m really needing to pee. It’s like my entire body goes into high alert and every single part of my skin is like my G spot or erogenous zone! I assume it’s because I am so focussed on holding my bladder at bay and the simplest of touch brings my mind suddenly back to the reality of not being able to relax. Of course it’s likely to also be linked to the fact that being desperate turns me on so all those hormones are already circulating in high levels anyway. Is this the sane for other people, especially men?
  22. I had been holding whilst writing stories for here but the stories ran on and after squirming, rubbing, wriggling and dancing I absolutely couldn’t hold anything more so I hobbled into the kitchen, crouched down and it poured out of me. I peed far longer than this but cut it short to make uploading easier. crouching always makes it come out uncontrollably! IMG_1703.MOV
  23. The girl at my cousin's party A deferred 21st. That what my cousin Isla called it. Her real 21st had been cancelled due to Covid and she consoled herself by promising it was ‘postponed not cancelled.’ We all smiled and agreed at the time not wanting to knock her coping strategy, but now a year later it’s the day she’s been building up to for 12 full months and I feel somehow obliged to attend. I’m not antisocial really, just maybe a little socially awkward. Or maybe just shy. I’m ok if I know the people but this has become the event of the year to Isla and she’s been rather exuberant in handing out invites. I genuinely have no idea how many there will be in her house tonight between family, work colleagues and friends. I’ll show face and leave after a few hours. By then she’ll probably be tipsy enough to not even know who is there and who isn’t. That’s my hope anyway. It’s not like I’m expecting it to be the night my life changes. That’s the sort of thing that only happens to other people, not me. By the time I arrive, on my own and on foot, there’s already plenty noise and laughter coming from the semidetached old Victorian house that my aunt bought when my uncle passed away. I knock and am let in by my exited and very young looking cousin wearing denim shorts with tights underneath and a tight top. I can see why she’s the life and soul of the party, though I worry that all the attention on her isn’t just because it’s her birthday. I’m quickly handed a glass of something which looks vaguely drinkable and my younger cousin ushers me through towards the large rear garden where a BBQ has clearly been set up and there’s people sitting in plastic chairs and standing around talking pretty much everywhere. I scan for an empty seat and sit down at the edge of a group of people laughing, hoping I haven’t accidentally taken someone’s seat. Looking around I sip at the drink in my hand wondering if my dear aunt has any idea just how many people her daughter has invited. She probably has and as usual I’m just stressing about something unnecessarily. A woman sits beside me and as she talks I suddenly turn to her wondering if she’s talking to me or someone else. Her smile is cute and her long brown hair, all clipped up in some sort of bulldog type clip thing with little strands trailing onto her pretty face, is actually rather eye catching making me want to gently move the strands away so I can see her full face clearer. “She chose a good day for it didn’t she?” “Isla? I don’t think she had much say in when she was born but I’m sure she’s delighted it was early summer. She hated it when she was younger mind you. Her friends were always on holiday then but I think she’s more than made up for the lack of parties at 9 and 10 judging by the amount here today. Popular girl for sure.” “Oh…you her brother or something?” “Older cousin.” I hold my hand out instinctively to introduce myself. “Riley Smallwood.” She shakes my hand, smiling, and I look at her sweet pink cheeks hoping my first words to her haven’t put her off me already. She’s probably got a boyfriend who is about to turn around and growl at me right away to warn me off. At least I can see there’s no ring on her fingers. That’s a definite good sign at least. “Rosie Lynch. I went to school with Isla. Probably one of those annoying friends who went on holiday early summer and missed her birthday when she was 9 or 10. You reckon she’s forgiven me now since I’m here tonight?” I blush. “I expect so.” I can’t help laughing a little as Rosie smiles cheekily right at me as if she knows she’s just scored some sort of imaginary social point against me. She’s cute so I’ll let her off. Someone distracts her and before I know it she’s standing up again laughing and chatting with other people I don’t know and I look around quietly again at the mature garden and the rear of the house wondering how much inheritance my uncle actually left. I had no idea he actually had so much wealth! The party carries on with an abundance of food and plenty music and drink, and as the evening progresses I notice the garden getting less busy and the numbers slowly thinning. I’d really like to bump into Rosie again but I don’t want to look like I’m too keen, even though I actually am. Those hazel eyes of hers and those cute strands of hair got me and I’d love to see if we connect more. I’m standing in my cousin’s vast kitchen nibbling on party food and pouring myself a soft drink to balance whatever alcohol I’ve been sipping for the last hour or so when I see her again. It’s that clip in her hair I notice from behind first, but then my eyes drift down to her neck and her back and my mind races ahead of me. She’s wearing one of those female jump suit things with trousers and a top combined and the zip up her back immediately makes me think of two rather naughty things: how easy would it be to unzip that and see beneath it, and even naughtier still: how on earth can she possibly unzip herself to use the loo if she needs it? The black material seems snug against her back and I’m suddenly glad to be standing against a kitchen island to hide my growing excitement. I wasn’t going to stay this long but suddenly this party has got much more interesting. As I hear some more people leaving Isla comes into the kitchen announcing she’s going to start the karaoke up. I wouldn’t normally be that bothered by such a development but as I watch Rosie heading into the main room I decide to go on through too. I catch her looking over at me as I stand against a wall gazing at her. I know I shouldn’t but now that I can see the front of her jump suit I like her even more! It hangs loose on her shoulders as if gravity ceases to exist on her body and shows off her curves in every way possible, making me sweat a little just thinking of how she got it on and how she might get it off again. I still can’t shake the thought of how she might go to the toilet but I can’t even entertain that for fear of anyone seeing the reaction it has on me. More drinks are distributed and glasses topped up. I accept some more wine and notice Rosie is drinking away between snatching glimpses of me and singing along to whatever is being played. There’s definitely a spark of something between us…at least I hope there is. Another thing I notice too, and I hope I’m not imagining it, is the way she’s sitting on the end of the couch. She’s sitting turned to the side, her back straight and one leg slightly over the other. It’s not really that relaxed looking and my mind is racing at just the very thought that all that wine, and whatever else she might have drunk in the last few hours, might be sitting in her bladder right now hinting at her rather a lot that she should go empty it’s contents soon. I’m probably imagining that though, as wonderful and sexy as it is. I need to calm myself before she notices my growing bulge in my jeans! I could probably predict some of the first songs that get sung with Isla starting us off with Whitney Houston and “I want to dance with somebody”. Like the song she has no shortage of willing men keen to dance with her! I watch Rosie singing along and swaying on the couch, keeping those gorgeous legs of hers crossed the whole time. There’s a bit of a clamber for some more songs and after some Kylie Minogue and some Queen I notice that Rosie is definitely looking either tipsy of fidgety, or maybe both. She’s also looking at me a bit more, at least I hope she is. I edge a little closer as a few more people get up and dance. When Rosie shifts around looking nervous I watch as she gets off the couch and I, trying not to look too obvious, follow her. She pauses in the big hallway and appears to look upstairs before changing her mind and heading to the kitchen. I head behind her, quickly finishing my drink so at least I have an excuse to be in the kitchen too. As her feet move from the thick hall carpet to the luxuriously tiled kitchen I tingle with excitement at the noise of her strapped black sandals on the floor. She heads straight for the fridge and I catch her eye as she notices me enter the otherwise empty room. I’m glad when she speaks first, my own throat feeling like it’s suddenly a sandy desert in the blazing summer heat. “Do you think they’ll mind me taking one of these?” She’s holding a cold bottle of water which makes me almost laugh. I thought she was maybe helping herself to caviar or goats cheese or something else highly expensive, not a measly bottle of water. “I reckon they won’t miss that.” She closes the door of the fridge as the noise of those heeled strappy sandals on the tiles send shivers down my spine. She’s antsy and moving loads from foot to foot. I can’t tell if she’s nervous or tipsy or…something else that I daren’t even think about. I notice she’s struggling to get the bottle open as I put my hand out to offer to help. She hands me the bottle, our fingers touching for a second, and looks right into my eyes. There’s definitely a spark. It’s not just me! “You needing a break from the alcohol then?” “Mmm. I’d like to remember tonight and not wake up tomorrow in the loo.” Just the mere thought of Rosie in the loo is making my head spin but I nod like a little puppy knowing she means having a handover but unable to think of anything other than her sitting on the loo peeing, which instantly makes me very hard! Realising I have suddenly went very rosy cheeked I blurt out my inner thoughts before I realise I’ve done it. “Waking up hungover in that gorgeous jump suit you’re wearing would be a nightmare I imagine. I’ve actually been wondering, please excuse my ignorance, but how do you…how do you…get that on yourself what with…what with it zipping up the back?” Thank goodness for the excuse of having had some alcohol but even so I’m still embarrassed by my own words in front of this beautiful girl. At least I never mentioned peeing! Thankfully Rosy laughs as she dances around again right in front of me. “I got my sister to zip it up for me. It’s so comfy though, but a right pain to get on and off especially when…” It’s her turn to blush now as she steps closer to me holding my shoulder to steady herself as she lifts one leg up behind her. She puts her mouth closer to my ear as I feel my back sweating and my heart pounding… “…I’ve had a lot to drink..” I gulp. She hasn’t exactly said she needs to pee but I think that’s what she means. Fuck I want to kiss her so badly! Instead I pull her closer and hold her with one arm around her waist. Just touching her is so warm and wonderful and making me yearn for much more. “I take it your sister isn’t here to help right now?” She shakes her head, giggling, then pulls me by the hand next door to where everyone else is. I prefer being alone with her but her holding my hand is so bloody wonderful I’d go to anywhere right now that she took me as long as she kept hold of my hand! Back in the lounge the singing and dancing has really taken off and Rosie gets up to dance to someone singing The Clash “Should I stay or should I go?”. It might all be in my mind but she’s mouthing the words to me and dancing very flirtatiously and very definitely like she really has to pee too. If I didn’t know better I would be mistaken for thinking the words for her are actually very pertinent and her eyes hint the same. Is she actually asking me, via the song and her dancing right in front of me, wether she should go to the toilet or stay with me? The repetitive chorus at the end as she mouths right in my eye line, “Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble, and if I stay it will be double, so you’ve got to let me know, should I stay or should I go?” is driving me fucking crazy with wanting her. She ends by coming right up to me bending forwards with begging eyes and a hand on her thigh as I bend slightly down, kiss her cheek lightly and whisper to her just one word…”Stay.” She smiles at me and I can’t help but reach out and pull her towards me as I kiss her gently on the lips, nothing too intensive or deep, just a way of showing her that I want her and like her. She doesn’t object and turns to face the karaoke again allowing me to hold her from behind gently. I look around checking no-one appears to be objecting as the next singer takes the microphone and set up their song. I recognise the song right away and almost want to laugh. It’s couldn’t be more perfect right now and ABBA’s Waterloo will surely get everyone singing so loud they won’t even notice what’s going on with me behind the beautiful girl in my arms who is already squirming and dancing even before the song even starts properly. The singer begins slowly, at first hitting more than one bum note, but by the first chorus Rosie is really getting into it as she turns in my arms to face me and we dance together with my arms now around her neck. She’s looking at me with twinkling eyes and I can tell she’s tipsy but still aware and by the second chorus our heads are closer together and I hear her singing the words to me with her own very sexy twist… “Need the loo, wouldn’t escape if I wanted to, need the loo, knowing my fate is to be with you, na na na na need the loo, finally saying I need the loo.” Fuck fuck fuck! Has she any fucking idea what she’s doing to me? As the song finally goes quiet I know I can’t let her go, partly because I adore what she’s doing to me and secondly because the second she moves it will be bloody obvious that I’m rock hard and gagging for it! I need privacy urgently so I take Rosie by the hand and we head out into the hall before the next song starts. Away from the crowd she’s even more adorable as she pee dances more openly and even slips a hand between her legs. Even after a few drinks I won’t ever do anything without consent so I lean down towards her face and quietly pull her into a hug so I can ask her what I’ve been dying to ask all night long. “Would you like a hand to unzip your jump suit so you can go to the bathroom Rosie?” She’s still squirming badly even as I hug her. “Yes please! I’ve been bursting for absolutely ages! I’m so desperate! Please!” She looks up the staircase longingly, probably assuming that’s where the bathroom is. There is one up there, more than one in fact, but there’s one much closer right behind the kitchen too so I take her hand and lead her down the hall and through the kitchen then slide a door to a pantry that has a bathroom just beyond. It’s not one Isla will have told the guests about so we should have plenty privacy, but more importantly it should be better for me to help unzip Rosie without having to go into the loo with her. Of course I would love to watch her pee, to see the look on her face when she finally releases all the liquids she’s been steadily consuming all night, to hear the force of her urine hit the pan, but only if she consents. For tonight she’s already turned me on more than I can actually believe and just unzipping her jumpsuit will probably make me cum if I’m not careful! Rosie follows behind me moaning under her breath. As I find the light for the pantry and open the door ahead to reveal a single toilet with small sink I hear Rosie whimper and groan. “Hurry up Riley. I can’t hold this any longer!” My dick is throbbing and the material of my jeans feel so taut against my crotch. I could easily delay Rosie that tiny bit more, cause her to perhaps wet herself and see her jump suit darken but then just the thought of her feeling embarrassed and humiliated and possibly rushing home terrifies me so I have her stand in the small bathroom facing the toilet while I bend forward to reach her zip on the back of her neck. “Can’t you speed up? I’m weeing a bit already! This is torture you know.” “I know. Sorry not used to these things. Promise you I’m doing it as quick as I can!” My heart is throbbing so loud I’m sure Rosie must hear it, my fingers are sweating and my hard on is rubbing against my jeans so much it’s actually sore. I ache to cum right now and unzipping the jumpsuit to reveal that Rosie is in fact bra less is almost the end of me as I take a breath in, pull the zip right down quickly and step back. I don’t plan on giving her an audience but the speed at which she turns her body in front of me, pulls down her frilly black lace trimmed knickers and then sits down gasping revealing the most erect nipples on the most glorious breasts I have ever laid eyes on in my life is just too much. I know I’m staring but she’s laughing and sighing and the relief on her entire face is so spectacular as torrents of liquid pour loudly into the toilet pan beneath her powerfully and strongly. She lifts her face to look me right in the eye as I stand with my own legs slightly apart to steady myself feeling my hard dick vibrating on its own accord in my jeans. Rosie’s eyes move to my crotch as I blush in embarrassment. She’s still bloody peeing as she breaks the silence, apart from the noise of her urine, as she giggles like a little girl, looking down at her own nakedness then back to me. “No need to be shy Riley. You’re seeing me so only fair I emmm…see…” I feel like a nervous school boy but the rawness of the hard denim against my manhood is holding me back so I unclip my belt and jeans and pull them down to my knees along with my trunks. My erection jumps to life like a coiled spring as Rosie, unbelievably STILL peeing, uses her hands to beckon me closer and I step closer feeling suddenly so nervous and alive that every hair on my body is sticking up. I’m not sure if she’s going to suck me or touch me with her hands or what but right now I don’t fucking care as I am so close to erupting she could blow on me and I would explode! She’s still sitting on the toilet as I hear spurts and dribbles still coming from between her legs as her hand reaches between my legs and tenderly strokes my testicles making me yelp with pleasure. She then lifts my erection up in her hands and precedes to run her wet warm tongue the length of me from my testicles to my head as my entire body shakes so much I have to lean on the wall to steady myself. I can’t stop staring at her breasts and listening still to drops still dripping from her into the bowl beneath her as she fondles and strokes me with her tender hands as I know I am just seconds away now from ejaculating. Rosie senses it too as her thumb runs over the shaking head of my hard on as I gasp as I reach the pinnacle of my sexual peak and sticky white fluid explodes out of me towards Rosie as we both watch giggling as it lands perfectly on her frilly black knickers draped by her knees. “Mmmm. I wasn’t planning to wear them now anyway. They were already wet with my pee so what does it matter.” I step back to let Rosie up off the toilet, offering her my hands to steady her as she steps out of her jumpsuit and knickers and stands right in front of me totally naked. She looks around giggling before reaching down and tossing her knickers towards a tiny open wastepaper basket designed for nothing more than used toilet rolls then she steps her feet back into her jumpsuit and starts pulling it up her legs teasingly. “You are beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” “And knickerless. Don’t forget the knickerless now will you?” She laughs. I help her pull her arms back into the suit then turn her around slowly while I attempt to zip up the material, running my fingers up her spine as I do so. Once the zip is done she turns to face me as I lean down to kiss her, this time much more passionately, as my dick still hangs out my jeans getting hard all over again. When we stop for air I feel suddenly quite overwhelmed as I attempt to make myself decent and wash my hands. “Can I get your number Rosie?” “Only if I get yours?” We walk out of the toilet, through the pantry, and into the kitchen hearing singing next door and smiling to each other. The atmosphere has mellowed while we’ve been gone and I can hear my cousin singing with a male as I hold Rosie’s hand and ask her to dance with me. She nods as we sing along to The time of my life by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warns. “I’ve had the time of my life, no I’ve never felt this way before, and I swear it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you..” It’s late, it’s corny, but it’s also the truth. A 21st burthday that was really a 22nd. Rosie. The girl at my cousins party who I will never ever forget, in the black jumpsuit with the bulldog clip in her hair with two little stands on her face. The girl who was desperate for the toilet at a party and needed help to unzip her clothes. The girl who went home knickerless and who I have been dating ever since.
  24. I am not sure of anyone has ever experienced this or seen someone do this. One time last year I was so desperate for the bathroom I couldn't hold it. I went into another gender bathroom. I drank some coffee during my breakfast and later one went out with my mom to the grocery store. By the time we left I did feel the urge to urinate. It wasn't as bad at first. But after waiting in the car I was desperate and no matter how much I tried to hold it the urge kept coming back. It was getting stronger and I just couldn't shake it off. Eventually I went inside and went straight for the men's bathroom. It was occupied and I couldn't wait. I still can't believe what I did and I knew it was wrong but I was bursting big time. I went into the ladies bathroom and proceeded to use open my pant button. However, before I could fully open my pant button and pull down my clothes, I started spurting twice before I was involuntarily peeing myself and wetting my jeans. Finally I opened my pant button and pulled down my jeans. And I sat on the toilet. I peed a strong stream freely but I was so desperate and relief finally overcame me. Afterwards I cleaned myself up but noticed the huge wet stain on my jeans. Plus I was so scared a woman was waiting outside for me and of I opened the door I might be seen as a perve. When I opened the door no one was outside and I left right away. Of course I washed my hands but I left with my mom. I was just glad no one saw me or called the cops. Has anyone felt so desperate that they had to use the bathroom even if it was for the opposite sex?
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