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  1. jeanvaljean

    My public wetting

    As I've said, I am not much of a wetter and I also don't enjoy posting much about my personal experiences, but I guess I shall give it a go and share one of my experiences with you. If you would like to know, I am writing this in the uni's library, right next to a girl that seems to be reading about the effect of caffeine on the central nervous system. Hope she can't read what I'm writing here :P. As a disclaimer, I want to let you know that the descriptions here might get quite vivid, detailed and some strong language will probably be involved. Read only if you think you can handle some kinky :P Getting to the main idea, this episode happened around August last year, so more than half a year ago. It happened at around 12:30-1:00 in the night, so eventhough it was outdoor, in my neighbourhood, I can't really say it's properly public as I haven't met any people on the streets. So, the intro would be that I was out with some mates in town, we went for some casual drinks, as it was one of them's birthday. Nothing fancy (I got him a tie as a present), so the main drinks we had were beers and a few shots. I don't recall if I went to the toilet during the evening, but after probably at least 4 beers (so that gives you aroud 2 litres of liquid, plus the diuretic effect of the alcohol in the beers and shots we had), I was definitely feeling it. Actually, I was desperate. Anyway, having fun, chatting and laughing and everything, I kept postponing it until I actually had to leave. I had to catch the last bus so I had to hurry, no time to wait in queue for the loo, which was quite long at that time. So I figuered I can hold it until home, and I could have if... I got on the bus (which, incredibly, was not late) and after about a 25 minutes journey I was in my neighbourhood. Just to add, my desperation was increasing by the minute and I was absolutely bursting, I though I am going to spurt a few times during the bus journey, but I managed to hold it until I got off. Of course I was grabbing everything, probably sweating a bit, legs shaking, the whole lot. Imagine a guy at the back of your bus doing that, hmm quite uncofortable situation I'd say... Being an omo fan, however, my desperation turned me on big time and thus I got quite a crazy idea. Instead of heading home, as I could still hold for at least 5 minutes to relieve myself in the toilet like a regular bloke or even go behing a bush or a tree on my way home, I decided to hold it until it will absolutely force its way out and I cannot do anything about it. So the thing I did was to start walking through the streets, I went to a park near my place, then back on the streets, getting farther and farther away from the toilet that I was so much needing. The idea of doing it on purpose, but still being an accident, as I will hold until it will come out on its own, turned me on very much. The huge hard on I had made it quite difficult to walk, I think more than the incredible need to pee. It was definitely noticeable. As I am a dom, knowing I am making someone wet by my personal decisions, even though that someone was actually myself :P also contributed to the immense arousal I was experiencing. Anyway, I guess you would still like to know if I wet myself or not... Long story short, I did wet myself and it was one massive flood, probably one of the biggest wettings I've ever done and keep in mind that I have a pretty impressive bladder capacity anyway. After I guess around 20ish minutes of walking around and holding, while I was holding my erect cock through my jeans, walking slowly, having to stop every 2-3 minutes. I think this one was one of my biggest desperation episodes as well, as I was also crossing my legs and kinda pee dancing/wiggling when I was having a stop from walking, two things that had never seem to help me when I'm desperate and which I haven't done before. As I was saying earlier there were no spurts involved, so you can correctly guess that all the pee came out all of a sudden, like a torrent of warm, wet desperation. I was so bursting for a pee, that I felt like I was peeing the desperation itself, getting it out of my system (I am quite metaphorical, I know), the relief was that incredible. I felt it coming and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt the bladder sphincter opening and a powerful stream soonly soaked the boxer briefs I was wearing; light grey in colour if I recall corectly. They were no barrier for the stream of pee and my slim fit blue jeans started to show the wetness immediately. A very interesting aspect, which turned me on even more, is the fact that you could actually hear me wet, there was this incredible hissing sound coming from inside my jeans which almost made me cum on the spot. As I was peeing so forcefully, everything happened almost at the same time, so by the moment I realized my crotch is soaked, the pee and wetness already went down my legs and started pouring on the asphalt. An evergrowing puddle started forming and I think I stood there wetting myself like a schoolboy for at least a minute continuously. My socks got soaked, as well as my sneakers, which I had just washed a couple of days before and so I have to give them a wash again... They were some hightop nike's and the socks were white ankle socks. I know everybody here likes to describe their wet pattern, but there's not much to say about that in my case as I think everything got soaked almost entirely. My jeans were drenched even on the back of the legs (I have no idea how that happened) and I actually had to drain the pee out of my sneakers before heading home as they were making a funny squeeshy noise :P Being cheeky, of course I couldn't wait until I got home to rub my throbbing cock, so I was actually rubbing it as I was casually walking home in my soaked jeans. I came in my boxers while I was walking and after reching home I stayed for another couple of minutes starring at my masterpiece in the mirror. I was like 'fuck me, right'! Afterwards, I jumped in the shower and put the clothes in the wash. It was an insane experience, so much fun and definitely more than enjoyable. So that's about it! By writting this story and recalling everything, I actually got quite turned on now and I think it does show a bit, as I'm wearing some smart, slim-ish pants at the moment. And keep in mind I'm in the library :P I hope you enjoyed me telling you about my personal adventure as much as I enjoyed actually doing it! And, of course, thank you for reading! If you wish to make any comments, feel free and remember this is the first experience I have ever shared on a forum!
  2. Bladder_Queen

    The Football Game

    Football was never my forte. I never understood the game, why they throw flags, why it’s okay to tackle each other. Basically the whole concept of football is a blur to me, but when a cute guy at school asked me to go, I decided I was definitely going to this game, no matter how confusing of a night. David had been talking for awhile, and I know he’s interested in me, and this football game was going to be the sign off on us dating. I showed up and parked myself in the stands with a warm mug of coffee and a big blanket for us to share. I sipped slowly on the coffee, until I saw him walk up to the stadium. I waved him over and he had a big smile on his face. “Is that for me?” he said, reaching for the coffee. “It’s what’s keeping me warm right now! I don’t wanna share,” I giggled and put it between my legs. “Here, let me fix that,” he leaned in and sat down next to me. He pulled a portion of the blanket over his shoulder and slid his arms around me. I snuggled up next to him and we watched the game together. He let me ask any questions I had about football and held me the entire time. I finished the coffee, so he went up to concessions and got us water bottles with our school logo on them. I chugged mine before he could even open his. “Thirsty much?” David laughed and sat back down. “I’m always thirsty, I have no idea why!” I hit him with the side of the water bottle flirtatiously. During halftime, one of the clubs walked through the stands, selling hot chocolate as a fundraiser. David waved one of them down and bought me a cup, which I sipped on slowly, but still finished quicker than him. He made fun of me again for drinking so much, but I told him it was completely normal for me to drink so much. “Won’t you have to use the bathroom?” “No… I don’t pee at all throughout the school day. I guess I just trained myself to not think about that,” “I think I’ve got an idea…” David said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. “Uuh.. what?” I didn’t know what exactly he was thinking, but he got up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the stands and to concessions. He put a 20 dollar bill down onto the counter and asks for 5 water bottles. I followed him to underneath the stadium stands and he sat down, spreading the bottles in front of him. “Chug.” David said, handing me one of the bottles. “Dude, this is a really weird first date. Do you make all of your girlfriends do this?” “No… but it seems you have a talent, and I wanna see how far you can go,” he shrugged his shoulders and motions me to start my mission “Now go ahead and start!” I cracked open the first bottle and started to chug it. Once I finished that one, I kept going one after one, finishing each bottle until we ran out. “How do you feel?” David scooted next me and put his hand on my abdomen, feeling my bladder. “It kind of aches?” I pressed his hand down “I definitely need to pee now” I giggled and stand up. “Uh.. where are you going?” David took my hand and pulled me back. “To the bathroom?” “No! Stay here for a bit longer?... Please?” “I’m gonna come back? I’m not ditching you?” “I just… I want to… Nevermind. You wouldn’t understand,” ` I raise my eyebrows, more confused than I was watching football “No, what is it?” “You can’t judge me, okay? You have to promise not t judge me, or I’ll feel disgusting and I’ll be too embarrassed to ever talk to you again,” he squeezed my hand a little harder. “Yeah, of course! Just tell me!” I urged him. I sat back down next to him and leaned in really close “I… I enjoy watching girls hold their bladders… and then pee everything out… So I thought it would be cool to see what you could do, but your bladder is huge, and I just wanna watch you handle all the liquid you just drank,” David didn’t even look at me while he told me this, but it was way more interesting than the game on the other side of the stands. “So you want to watch me hold my pee?” I said, pulling his chin up to look at me “That’s okay, David. I’m not gonna judge you! If it makes you feel any better, I have a thing for calves… Like really muscular calves are really attractive to me.” “So you don’t think it’s weird?” he looked up and smiled. “No, not at all! People have their own things they find attractive, and you like girls with big bladders.” We moved closer to each other, and I could tell we were both more relaxed. About half an hour went by, and all the water that I drank hit me. I started squiming and grabbing my bladder. He noticed I was beginning to struggle and he smiled. “Your bladder isn’t so tough anymore?” he put his hand back down and presses on my bladder. I winced and let a soft moan out. “Oh come on, girly. How badly do you have to pee?” “10/10 David… My bladder feels like I’m gonna burst open,” “Okay.. let’s play a game-” “After I pee?” “No babe, before you pee…” David placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, putting my hand against my bladder. “Nuh uh…” he grabbed my hand “No touching” I bit my lip and kissed him together, trying to distract myself more than before. The more I kissed him, the more the water seemed to push on my bladder. I whimpered and wiggled, David grabbed onto my hips and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his legs and pressed my hands against the cold pavement beneath him. I look around and no one is coming near where we are, and I get the idea the go a little harder on him. I started grinding against he crotch, which not only got him hard but subsided my bladder for a few moments. His breathing started getting heavier and his grip on my hips got harder. I slid down his body and get between his legs. I rubbed his hard cock through his sweatpants and he started moaning. I raised my hips up into the air to ease some of the pressure from my bladder. I tugged down his bottoms and exposed his cock. I licked up between his balls to the tip of his cock and he convulsed. “You okay?” I giggled out, stroking his cock. “Huh?... Yeah, I’m fine…” he looked down at me and smiled “This isn’t like my usual first dates…” I sucked on his cock, rubbing the inside of his thighs. His moans and thrusts into my throat drove me crazy, and the hornier I got, the more pressure was pushed into my bladder. Soon, I could feel urine, leaking slowly down my thigh. I quickly grasped myself and sat up. “David… I’m going to pee myself…” “Okay, we can stop! Go to the bathroom.” I stood up and felt a little more leak. I grasped myself a little harder and started running in place “Nuh uh David… I’m not gonna make it. I have to go here…” I push my thighs together and start moaning. “Are you comfortable enough to go in front of me?” “Yeah yeah yeah… is that okay?” “Be my guest, girly” I sighed with relief and quickly unfastened my jeans, pulling them to below my knees. I turned around and faced away from him, as to be sure I didn’t make any embarrassing faces. I squatted down and began releasing my huge flood of pee. Right as I started feeling relieved, I heard a deep unfamiliar voice. “Hey! What are you two doing down here!?” I quickly cut off the flow and pulled my pants up, looking around. One of the security guards they keep at the football games was approaching us. David leapt up and got in front of me “Sorry sir! My girlfriend just wasn’t feeling well around all those people, so we came down here to calm her down.” The pressure in my bladder built up again, so I squeezed my thighs together and tried to compose myself. “Oh… Okay… Don’t spend too much time down here. Does she need anything?” “No! Just a few more breaths will do her good. She was just feeling a bit overwhelmed up there. Thank you, though!” The security guard left us and once I saw he was clear, I pulled my pants right back down and completely let out my bladder. It puddled and flooded at my feet and once I had released every last drop, I wiggled my hips and pulled my jeans back up. I turned towards David and his jaw was wide open. He grabbed my hips and shook them back and forth. “You… My dear, are a bladder queen!” “Excuse me, but did you say I was your girlfriend back there?” I blushed and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. “With a bladder like that, I’m never letting go of you,” David kissed my forehead and I got up on my tiptoes and kissed him harder. “Let’s go watch the ending of that game, right?” “Or we can go make out in my car?” he said with a smirk. “Or we can definitely do that.”
  3. Hi guys, Here's a brief story that happened when I went to a music festival with my then girlfriend (we'll call her Jess) a few years ago. ***** We'd just finised seeing the last band of the night and were making our way back to where we'd camped at the far end of the festival away from the main arena. We'd been drinking steadily throughout the night and while we weren't blackout drunk, we'd consumed a lot of fluid over the course of the day and were fairly tipsy. I stopped off at the big block of toilets in the main arena to take my last pee before going to bed. By this point of the weekend the toilets were in an awful state, and so Jess said she would wait and use the less busy toilets nearer our campsite away from the footfall of the main arena. On returning from the toilets I found Jess standing and bobbing subtlely from foot to foot, not enough to alert the casual observer of her need, but certainly notcieable if you knew the signs to look for! We started back towards the campsite and as the toilet block came into view Jess groaned. The maintenance staff were emptying the portaloos, and as a result had closed half of them, meaning that a large queue had formed for the remaining available toilets. At a guess there were a good 50 people waiting to use a bank of around 5 portaloos. Jess sighed and turned to me, "what do you think I should do, I can't wait here all night, I'm freezing!" "It's really up to you babe, how bad do you need to go?" I replied. "Kinda bad, I guess I've only been a couple of times all day and we've had quite a bit to drink, but I find it hard to tell when I'm drunk" "Well, we can wait here for the queue to go down, we can try and find some other toilets if you want" I suggested. Jess paused for thought, glancing again at the ever growing queue. "I just wanna go to bed, I think I'll be fine, I'm a big girl" she smiled, and began walking off towards our tent. We had picked a spot near the entrance to the festival that meant to go between our tent and the main arena, you had to walk down a short dirt track that had been fenced off to keep the festival goers out of the surrounding woodland. In the morning when we had gone into the festival, this track had been dry and rather dusty from all the site vehicles passing over it. However in the intervening hours the great British weather and the various traffic along the track had turned it to sludge that was virtually impossible to navigate. We battled our way down it and then made our way through a maze of guy ropes to our tent. Jess stooped to grab the zip of our tent door, wincing almost imperceptibly as she did so. "Ooh, I think I may need to go worse than I thought" she said with a strained voice. "I'm sure you'll be fine babe, we'll be back up in a few hours anyway so not too long to wait" I tried to reassure her. She smiled uncertainly in response but opened the tent door went inside. We both got changed out of our clothes and climbed into our sleeping bags. I was exhausted from walking around in the sun and drinking all day, so sleep should have come fairly easily, but I couldn't help but be distracted by Jess shuffling around next to me, making a loud rustling sound on the tent floor with each movement. "Babe are you ok?" I called out softly through the haze of impending sleep, after trying to drift off for half an hour or so. "I really need the loo, I don't think I can wait all night" she meekly replied. "I'm absolutely dying for a wee, those last couple of beers have really caught up with me." She sat up slowly next to me and cradled her bladder with one hand. Even in the dark and half asleep I could see that it was bulging out dramatically, particualrly as she was normally very slim in build. "Fuck, there's only one thing for it" she said suddenly. "Can you keep watch for me?" "What do you mean babe?" "Get dressed and stand up outside like your brushing your teeth or something, keep watch for anyone." "Don't you want to try the toilets back there, I bet the queue has gone down now" I replied. "I can't, I'm absolutely bursting and if I tried to get changed and then get back down that muddy track, I don't think I'd make it in time." She had taken on an urgent, commanding tone so I did as she had asked and quickly got dressed. "Right, keep an eye out and let me know if there's anyone coming, is the coast clear?" I stood up and scanned the area around us that was largely deserted, but for a group huddled round a campfire some 50 metres away. "Yep, coast's clear" I replied. With that, she squatted down and began to pee, just a trickle at first, barely audible on the grass, but soon quickening to a forceful torrent that would have been easily heard by anyone awake in the tents immediately next to us. Jess peed at full force for at least 30 seconds, an expression of pure bliss etched across her face the whole time as she let go the many pints of beer she had consumed over the course of the evening. Her stream slowed again to a trickle and eventually stopped. Jess wiped herself, pulled up her underwear and we both climbed back into the tent and were quickly sound asleep. The next day Jess drank noticeably slower and made far more regular bathroom trips, and luckily (for her at least) avoided any more mishaps that weekend. ***** Hope you guys enjoyed, I have one or two other stories involding Jess in predicaments such at this, if anyone would like to hear them please let me know.
  4. NotDusty

    malefemale Drinking 3L in 5 hours

    Hi All, Just wanted to let you know of a little challenge that I tried last weekend that I thought some of you might get a kick out of or want to try. I was somewhat inspired by some of the dares over in the GetDare forums - I'd recommend having a look over there if pee holding challenges are your thing. I ended up combining two or three different dares/challenges to make one that I knew would be challenging yet realistic for me. So the outline is as follows; 1. Pee before the start of the challenge (optional). 2. Drink 1 litre over water gradually over the course of an hour. 3. Drink 250ml of an alternative drink of your choice, followed by another 500ml of water, followed by another 250ml of another drink of your choice. This should all be done over the second hour, for a total of two liters of fluid over two hours. 4. Hold for another 45 minutes. Drink as much or as little as you want in this time. I also chose to eat something in this hour to balance out my electrolytes. 5. Here's where it gets interesting. Take a litre bottle of water with you and drive or walk about 15 minutes from your house. This could be to a public or secluded place depending on preference, as long as it's away from home. 6. Once there, continue to hold and drink the litre of water you brought with you over the course of the next hour. This brings you up to 3 litres over the course of 4 hours. 7. One finished with, hold for another hour. By now you have drunk 3 litres and not peed for 5 hours. 8. Now you have a choice. You could; a) Try to find a public restroom (if you chose to go somewhere with facilities) b) Try and get back home to pee in your desperate state; or c) Find somewhere secluded to pee sneakily (if you went to a more private place) When I did this challenge I chose to mix up the water with two cups of hot black coffee, and I drove to a secluded hilltop/lookout place about 10 minutes drive from where I live. I found a nice quiet spot away from the car park for the last two hours of holding, and when the five hours had passed, my bladder absolutely exlpoded as I peed behind some bushes. (If anyone would like to hear any more about my experience of this challenge please let me know). I'd love to hear your stories about this challenge or similar challenges you guys have tried, have fun!
  5. one video I was finding on another platform (but I can't find that one again, maybe that video got deleted somehow)? it was named "heavy delivery", while I think that the uploader also made at least another video (and some others were recommanded, because of being similar to this video). the other video was about reading a story, that shown guy was reading a text, while fake laughter was implemented as sound, also he've lost some pieces of clothes and he seems to be shy about it. the "heavy delivery" guy seems to be the same guy I think, but I can't find his nickname, only that one of this videos were shared on a page named "xnxx". both videos include genitals and peeing, only one guy is visible in each video. the "heavy delivery" guy was carrying a heavy object (similar to a part of a statue?) and the camera seems to represnt the person he's talking to. his shorts got lowered within the video, also his underwear is falling down too, this guy is uncut and peeing a clear stream later, making it look like it's "an accident". one video is entitled "heavy delivery", while I couldn't remember the other video. I couldn't find the nickname of the uploader on the mentioned page. I hope it's okay to party name that page (I don't include a video or the full page-name)? I think there was another platform where I was viewing that video, where also the other video was mentioned there, uploaded by the same user? btw: this user didn't show his face. feet until upper-body were shown within this video and the "heavy delivery" guy wore a white shirt and a party-torn white underwear. he begged to get to the restroom, he's not actually whispering, but quietly talking. I couldn't even find that video very easy, I've favorited it and found it just because of having it mentioned it there with a hint and that guy seems to be max. 30 years old and is talking in english language, no music can be heard in the background. there's another video, where I don't know the title, uploader's nickname or page where I was viewing it. it's about aguy who's studying, the camera is placed under the desk. that guy is desperate to pee and moaning can be heard, no music is playing. he's touching his genitals and wearing a possibly white boxershort. he's sitting onto a chair and trying not to wet himself, I'm not sure if some wetting-scenes are included here, but later the camera is placed in the bathroom instead. his underwear is kinda pee-stained now, while he's aining his (boner or flaccid?) dick into the toilet and the bathroom's door can be seen in this scene. that guy is getting back to the desk, where he wets his underwear again, I think. also possibly peeing in the toilet later again, but this time his pee-stream is more intense. I'm not sure if he's uncut, but I don't think he's talking that much. I'm not sure if his face can be seen in this video, but it's not made by the user of the previous-described videos (I think). all guy's pee-stream could be clear I think, while the latest-described guy seems to be max. 25 years I think. I'm not sure about the latest-described guy's outfit (next to wearing white underwear), but all videos seem to be recorded inside of a room with no other people around, if that detail wil help? if someone of you maybe knows this video and knows the user's nickname, it would be great to find these videos again and especially know if the mentioned page shows the original video or where I was finding the first video was the original user's channel instead. links don't have to be mentioned here, I could look through pages with knowing the 2 video-titles or user's nickname by myself. (just mentioning it, because I can't look for something if I don't know how it's named) I was trying to find these videos, but couldn't locate another page than the mentioned one yet.
  6. Now its time for me to share my favorite experience of all time… and not just when it comes to Omorashi. Even if I hadn’t had the chance to indulge in my fetish, I still would have enjoyed it immensely. This takes place over the course of three days, last year in August, during a major event… Care to guess what event that was? Should be easy enough to guess. No? Okay, okay, I’ll tell you: The Great American Eclipse Peeclipse– Part 1 I had only seen a total eclipse in videos and images before. Space was one of my favorite school subjects when I was younger. But I hadn't given thought to watching an eclipse before. Nor had I realized, until only several months beforehand, that there would be one within driving distance of me. The fact that I would be able to see one without traveling great distances or crossing international borders was all the motivation I needed to plan a getaway for myself, and possibly anyone who wanted to join me. So, I began to make preparations. Originally I was planning on making this a one-day trip. The center of totality was just over 200 miles away. I figured that I could go into work early, easily make it there, watch the eclipse, and head back to finish my shift, with approval from my boss. Then, a stray thought crossed my mind, that suddenly snowballed into this: “Good God man, what are you thinking? Do you think you’re going to be the ONLY person to go see this?” Then, the magnitude of what I needed to plan… eclipsed me. This was not going to be a one-day trip. Everybody and their mother, MILLIONS of people, were going to be traveling into the path of totality. Worst still, when that was over, a great number of those people would be jamming every square mile of the streets and Interstate between me and my home. The fact that the path of totality stretched across the entire continental US was perhaps the only thing that made it possible for me to travel there with only months preparation in the first place. Perhaps on the way up, it wouldn’t be so bad, as everybody trickled in from hotels and were perhaps already staying in their destination. But the way back would be Hell. Still, after much research, I figured that I could easily give myself a full day to return home. But I made this a three-day trip, to give myself time to breathe and enjoy myself for two days before the eclipse. I invited some friends and family to come with me, but they declined, convinced that viewing a partial eclipse would be enough. I tried to convince them to come with me, even though it would deprive me of an opportunity to do literally what ever I wanted in my own privacy. I wanted to share the experience with someone. Still, they either thought a partial eclipse was good enough, or they were otherwise too busy, or unwilling to accept my admittedly meager accommodations for the trip. Because I was unwilling to rent a hotel room for several thousand dollars anywhere within 30 miles of the line of totality, I settled for sleeping in the car on the eve of the eclipse. For the night before, however, I was able to arrange a hotel room somewhat close to my destination (which I shall keep a secret for privacy's sake) a couple months beforehand. Not cheap, I can assure you, but I could afford it at least. My destination was in rather remote territory in the Western US, north of a major city, or at least as major as it gets, but in a better position in the line of totality. The weeks went by, and I put together a list of things I would need to take with me: Clothes for four days (not three), several pairs of eclipse glasses, toiletries, emergency medical supplies, a blanket, a pillow (I wanted to be at least somewhat comfortable sleeping in a car), some reading material, my phone charger, and a week's worth of food and water. Just in case I encountered car trouble, I also brought a multi-tool, and an air pump, after checking every inch of my car over entirely. My second, much more guarded list included some things dedicated to the pursuit of my more private endeavors. Some diapers, for instance. Remember when I said the trip back would be Hell? For most people, it would. But I saw an opportunity to indulge in desperation while stuck in severe traffic. In addition, I brought along some personal crafting projects I was working on. I got everything non-perishable together the night before my trip, and loaded them. I was scheduled to work on the Saturday before, so I had to deal with that first before departing. Day One Upon waking up, I put all of my perishable items into a cooler with bottles of ice, put it in the car, and drove off to work. Upon arriving, I took everything out, and put everything in the fridge and freezer at work. Better to keep everything as cool as I possibly could before I departed. I worked my shift, which was until the middle of the afternoon, then repacked my cooler. Upon leaving work, I drove to the nearest gas station, to top off the tank one last time, check all of my automotive fluids, and my tires. After verifying that everything was in as good of shape as it could be, I got out my GPS, set my MP3 player to my favorite playlist of Anime songs (Japanese, of course), pulled out on to the highway, and began the journey of a lifetime...
  7. hubertheiser

    malefemale A Long and Wet Afternoon

    Here's an adventure I want to share with you. I hope you like it. Fap Roulette gave me the "Ultimate Bladder Torture" the other day with some exiting rolls: Wear jeans and underwear. Add a tight leash tight around Choose a beverage stronger that 4.5%. Drink 1 cup (330ml) per hour. Hold for 7 hours. Relief (peeing in clothes for 1/2 second) 100 times. Masturbate and edge every 10 minutes. My hand already hurt when I read this. But given the other parameters, keeping a proper level of excitement throughout the challenge shouldn't be a problem. If you make all the way through, you can pee normally and masturbate to orgasm. The punishment would be at a bit disgusting, I spare you the details here. On the set day, I wanted to start the challenge at 2pm. So I went about my normal routine which includes 1 liter of green around lunch time. The challenge doesn't state anything about starting with a full bladder or a need to pee, so I used the bathroom normally, the last time at 1:45pm. Time to get ready: I put on shorts and a worn out pair of jeans. The tightened belt would serve as a leash. T-shirt, socks completed the outfit. 100 reliefs in 7 hours, you do the math: It's 14 leaks per hour, or just over 4 minutes between to leaks if evenly spread out through the challenge. So carpet and chair protection were needed from the very beginning. For drink I chose a craft beer with 7.5%. Not strong enough to get me drunk with the prescribed amount, but just a little light headed. The brand I chose turned out to make my mouth a little sticky from the heavy sweetness, so I added some water every now and then. Shouldn't hurt on warm day, should it? Now follow me through the challenge. 2pm - 3pm Peeing on command was always hard for me, especially when my bladder is almost empty. So only one relief in the first hour. 3pm - 4pm The bladder starts filling, no real pressure, though (1/10 - 2/10). I "relieved" 9 times and ended the hour with a sizeable wet patch in my jeans. I really started to enjoy this game. 4pm - 5pm I'm getting the hang of it, 15 relieves evenly spread throughout the hour. My jeans are getting nice and wet in the front and the back. Pee starts puddling in my chair. Urge level is rising to 5/10 - 6/10. 5pm - 6pm I'm keeping the relieve rhythm, 15 leaks again this hour. Pants are soaking front and even more back. The puddle in my chair starts to become permanent. Pressure is rising drastically: The hour starts at about 6/10 and moves up to a firm 8/10. First involuntary leak about 5:50, but I regained control quickly. 6:00pm - 6:20pm Urge level is rising to 9/10, it's becoming increasingly hard to regain control after each relief. Can I still call it "relief" when the pressure after the leak is the same as before? 9 reliefs in just 20 minutes at the verge of losing control! Can't sit still anymore, squirming, bouncing about and doing the dance. Will I be able to make to the end? 6:20pm I can't hold it anymore, I'm peeing uncontrollably in my jeans. Heavenly relief! My drenched jeans are feeling so nice and warm and wet! Aftermath To sum it up: That were 49 more or less controlled leaks and 1 full wetting 4 hours and 25 minutes. Given the amount of liquid still moving through my body and my plumbing being well worn out, the next wave would come soon and be unstoppable. So I just leaned back in my chair and relaxed and enjoyed myself while waiting for things to happen. At about 6:50 I made a halfhearted attempt to delay the inevitable, but to no avail - I uncontrollably peed myself again. What a fun afternoon!
  8. (This is a newly written story which I’ve shared elsewhere too. Jonah Falcon is an American actor, perhaps best known for owning the world’s biggest functioning penis. Nine and a half inches long flaccid and thirteen and a half fully erect, with a girth of some eight inches, it is an impressive organ. Since coming to public attention in a big way in 1999, Jonah has undertaken numerous radio, television and online magazine interviews. Those interviews have, for entirely understandable reasons, focused in large measure on his sexual prowess and the challenges as well as opportunities which go with having a large penis in the bedroom. To the best of my knowledge Jonah has shared little of the urological implications of having such a large penis beyond the fact that he doesn’t use urinals and sits to pee when he has to. That is his right and prerogative. It has a flip side though to the extent that those who have an interest in the urological side will, in the absence of authoritative information, join up the dots in whatever way stacks up or makes sense to them. What follows is entirely a work of fiction although it contains some elements which have a basis in fact (no prizes for spotting them) a great deal of conjecture and a splash or two of ‘make believe.’ At present I don’t know whether or not any sequels will follow, but I hope you enjoy it.) Jonah Falcon jumped into the shower and, as soon as the water hit him, he began peeing, lashings of rich, copper coloured pee pouring out of his huge, thick cock, foaming as it hit the cubicle floor and mingling with shower water and the soapy lather generated by the gel as he generously rubbed himself with it. Ah what blessed relief it was too! That sheer relief was well justified because the last time he’d emptied his bladder had been eleven hours earlier, some three hours before adjourning to bed. Unlike the miserable, dutiful wees taken by a million or two other New Yorkers at this time of the morning for no better reason than that they didn’t want to get taken short on the Metro or in some broken office elevator, he was doing it simply because he needed and wanted to. Gradually the torrent pouring out of his penis subsided to a trickle and eventually stopped. It had been two minutes of utter bliss and he was sorry once it finally came to an end. Finishing his shower off, Jonah stepped out of the cubicle and towelled off. This morning he was in a reflective mood and, as he reached for his T-shirt and spandex pants, Jonah considered just how lucky he was to be a young, single man, free to pee as and when he wanted. Jonah’s rather chaotic upbringing meant that he’d missed out on the sort of systematic toilet training that was the lot, one could almost say the misfortune, of many people. No one had ever insisted that he go pee last thing before bed at night or first thing in the morning and he’d never been punished or scolded for a wet bed. As for the question of peeing before long journeys, it had always been left for him to decide. If he wanted to go he did, if he didn’t he didn’t. This carefree approach wasn’t without its hazards and, even now at twenty, there might be the very occasional pair of soaked pants or wet bed, but such incidents were certainly not frequent – or at the very least rare enough to cause him no great concern. Always a bit pee shy in public and certainly never one for urinals, Jonah had rather developed a habit of holding it. Living in New York maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing as genuine public bathrooms, that is ones not attached to bars, eateries or bookshops, were few and far between. Of the ones that existed, some were so bad that he regarded holding it as infinitely preferable to using them. If it would have done his employment prospects any good, Jonah could quite truthfully have put on his CV that he’d never needed a hall pass and, in fact, never even gone to the toilet at High School. Instead, he’d hold it all day, even on those cold winter mornings which challenged most people’s bladders. On more occasions than a few he was acutely aware of the chill air as it blew through his shorts on the games field, mercilessly tormenting both penis and bladder. Back home for three, he’d often still not pee until four or five. After all, a growing young man had other things to do with his penis during that first hour or two of afternoon leisure in his bedroom. Even when he stayed on to play basketball he’d change and go out to play without peeing, still making it through the game and somehow just lasting until he got home. Leon, his friend and a fellow basketball player, also frequently played on a full bladder but often wasn’t so lucky, soaking his shorts uncontrollably more times than a few. Things came to a head for Jonah when he was 18 and in his last year at school. One day some so called ‘mates’ bet him that he couldn’t drink four bottles of Diet Coke (2 litres in total) during the lunch recess and make it through the afternoon without peeing. In the event he had the last laugh, manfully holding all afternoon whilst they frantically dashed for the bathrooms between lessons. On that particular afternoon he did make a dash for the bathroom as soon as he got home, hot pee spurting into his pants before he could get them down. By the time he left school, Jonah’s holding abilities although not widely known, were certainly noticed by some, Jonah regretfully noting that they tended to be people who took what he regarded as a ‘dirty’ interest in such things. At that stage he was getting noticed far more widely, less for his pee holding abilities than the size of his cock which was considerable and produced a pronounced bulge in his pants wherever he went. In fact, the temptation to go out in pants which were a size or so too small for him, was sometimes more than he could resist. A further additional but unintended consequence of wearing flyless pants a size or two too small was that they meant bathroom visits were an even greater hassle than would otherwise be the case, so they incentivised pee holding even more. Girls naturally took an interest in him, although it was obvious that more often than not his cock was the main attraction. There were a few short relationships, some sex – some better than others, and some casual stands. Some girls were quite up for having a cock his size in their pussies. Others, initially enthusiastic, lost their enthusiasm as soon as he dropped his pants and they saw just how big it was. One girlfriend, Susan, had absolutely no fear of his cock and was more than up for it. What she did fear, though, was his bladder. It came as something of a shock to Jonah when she demanded that he had to pee before getting into bed with her. Being told he ‘had’ to pee was unchartered territory for Jonah and he resented it, particularly as he didn’t need to go at the time. His pleas of “But I don’t need to go” and “But I only went two hours ago” fell on deaf ears. Susan was quite implacable. Standing in Susan’s bathroom that first evening, Jonah felt an overwhelming sense of despair and gloom. He neither wanted nor needed to use the toilet. It was ten o’clock at night. Why the fuck would he want to pee at such an hour? Standing, in the vain hope of making some audible noise, he’d be lucky to pass a dessertspoonful of urine. Sitting, his preferred – indeed normal - posture and the one acknowledged by medical experts to be most efficient for emptying the male bladder, it might stretch to a tablespoonful – 15ml or so. With a urethra as long as his, and bladder so well practised at holding, neither was worth the effort. Frustrated by the sheer futility of attempting to give Susan the peace of mind she craved, Jonah spotted a plastic tumbler lurking behind the sink. Filling it as quietly as he could from the hot tap, Jonah them emptied the warm water slowly into the toilet to imitate a peeing sound, taking care to hold his cock so that the tip of his penis, particularly the meatus/ pee hole area was thoroughly soaked. Carefully replacing the beaker, Jonah flushed the toilet and washed his hands. As he climbed into bed with Susan, the end of his penis still wet with the warm water, he felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. He repeated this exercise every night he slept with Susan over the next four weeks. So far as she was concerned he’d done the wee she wanted him to and he got the sex he wanted too. It was only a small deceit and the wetness at the end of his penis each night surely convinced her that he’d peed. Doing a pretend wee in exchange for real sex, he felt that he’d really got the better side of the bargain. One night he went into the bathroom and there was no tumbler. Still convinced he could pull it off, Jonah quietly wet the end of his penis with warm water, taking the same meticulous care as usual, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. As he walked into the bedroom the wetness at the end of his penis glistened in the light. Susan peered up at him from above the duvet, a slightly accusing look in her eyes. “Jonah, you haven’t peed, have you? I didn’t hear you pee for a start.” Put on the spot, Jonah blushed slightly, but hoped he could somehow still get away with his little bit of play acting. “Yes, I have Susan, look. If you don’t believe me have a feel.” Susan reached out and felt the end of his cock. “That’s not pee. Jonah, as well you know. It’s water.” “Well there’s water in the bathroom – rather a lot of it in fact. Maybe it got splashed a bit when I was washing.” Susan’s patience all but deserted her. “Stop digging, Jonah. You were rumbled a fortnight ago. The bathroom door has got a keyhole you know. Very clever that trick with the tumbler. I decided to let you have the benefit of the doubt before removing it and see if you’d still try to trick me into believing you’d peed.” Jonah held his face in his hands. His little game, innocent enough and designed to meet both their needs, was up. “Look I’m really, really sorry, Susan. You’ve every right to be angry but I didn’t set out to deceive you for the sake of it. Look, I’ll tell it as it is. Nowadays, depending on what I’m doing I get to pee sometime between five and seven in an evening, by which time I’ve held for ten to twelve hours. I meet you at eight when you finish work and we get something to eat. We’re back here for nine thirty and you want to fuck at ten. There’s no way I can pee a meaningful amount so soon after the last one.” Susan gave him a hard look. “Most men can.” Jonah found himself on the defensive. “Well I’m not most men. Most men can’t hold the way I do. Look, if you want proof, here it is.” Jonah pointed his penis at Susan and strained. A teaspoon full of pee flew out of his penis and landed on the duvet before a second hit Susan in the right eye. “Oi. Stop that!” “Well you wanted proof and now you’ve got it. That’s how much pee you’ll get out of me three hours after I’ve been.” Susan wiped the pee out of her eye. “Okay Jonah. Point taken. Look you can have one last fuck tonight having proved you can pee after all. I think we should go our separate ways tomorrow though. Look, it’s not your fault, it’s me. I need a guy who can pee properly before sex.” “Why? If a guy’s hard he’s not going to piss in you.” Susan shook her head. “Jonah, you’ve not been around as long as I have. Take it from a woman – an older woman – that some of them can and do. I just need that bit of reassurance and if that means getting him to drain his main vein before business that’s the way it has to be. Look, come here. I’m not really cross – just disappointed. You’re a bloody good actor though. Why don’t you enrol at drama school?” Returning to the present, Jonah made his way into the kitchen and poured himself a large mug of milky coffee. It was a two-pint mug, one a friend had given him for Christmas. It was six months since he’d finished with Susan but he’d taken her advice and enrolled at drama school. It wasn’t so bad either. There were plenty of fit birds there and his package gained him a fair bit of attention. He’d always been interested in acting but Susan’s words had given him the final push he’d wanted. Furthermore, this afternoon they were doing some filming which included a pee scene and he’d been picked on, he guessed on account of his cock, to play the part of the guy who peed. He’d never peed for the camera before and hoped it would not only be a first but a last. No doubt there would be countless retakes with the director endlessly shouting “Cut.” Finishing his coffee, Jonah filled his water bottle and put it in his rucksack. Water was great for maintaining hydration but it was pretty useless as a diuretic – at least in his experience. No doubt he’d have an extra-large Starbucks at lunchtime and pick up a few cans of that new energy drink. He wanted to perform on cue, after all. THE END
  9. YellowZoneMX

    Molly's Videogame Marathon

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    Once you play online there's no way back In this time Molly plays a videogame marathon online but she drinks a lot of water, so when she realizes the urge she has it's too late.

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  10. I'm going to share my most desperate experience ever. This was almost 10 years ago, when I was about 19. One Friday, I figured it was a good day to do a measuring hold. I had the house to myself for the better part of the day, so it was the perfect time to do this. The premise was simple, hold it for absolutely as long as I possibly could, then pee into a large bottle and measure. Normally, when doing a hold I usually just held it until it was painful, then went, and by this time I could do this without much fuss. This time I intended to push myself to the point of wetting myself, except I would be prepared with a bottle when the time came. I planned this for a Friday, as I knew from prior experience that my bladder would go on strike for the next couple of days afterwards, especially pushing it as far as I intended to. I planned on wearing a Goodnite for this. Despite the fact that they were utterly worthless at holding my full bladder, I still liked the look of them, as I had for 4 years running now. After drinking a considerable amount of water over the course of an hour and a half, I went to the store to buy a new pack of Goodnites. Right before I got to the store, I was at a 5/10. Then suddenly it increased to a 7/10 and I had a very large spurt in my diaper before I could stop it. Intrigued, I thought there was no way all that water could have made me that desperate just yet. I figured I probably should have emptied myself before I started (my urges seem stronger the more concentrated my urine is), so when I got to the store, I went to the nice, private bathroom, let the rest out, and threw my used Goodnite away. I arrived back home with a new pack, and was at a 6/10 or so, so the water was now going through me. I put another diaper on, started working on my computer, mass organizing my files to keep myself busy, as I kept drinking to become fuller, until I had drunk roughly 50 ounces worth. Over the next half hour, I became increasingly desperate, held myself, squirmed around and crossed my legs, until finally I was at a 8/10 when I could no longer concentrate on my organization efforts half an hour later. I prepared my bottle, a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle, taking the cap off and putting it on the bathroom sink, but kept holding. I also set several thick towels on the floor from the door to the bathtub, just in case I was leaking when I went to measure in the bathtub. I was now holding myself occasionally, pacing, crossing my legs. I was desperate. I had to bend over a little to take some pressure off of my bladder. I could see my bladder protruding below my navel, and it was very painful. Risky though it was, in case my parents came home unexpectedly, I took off my pants, shirt, and underwear, and walked around just in a Goodnite. The pressure from their respective waist bands was just too much. In any case I would have wanted to remove them before measuring anyways, so as to not get pee all over them. My resolve wavering like it usually would at this point, I began to consider that this may be all that I could hope for, at a 9/10. So I took a picture of my bulging bladder with my crappy digital camera. Yes, that is actually a Girl's Goodnite. For some reason, I thought they worked better for things like this. After I took the picture, I looked at it real quick... the word 'picture' ran in my head... and suddenly an idea came to me. I turned on an episode of one of my favorite shows at the time, which was an hour long, commercials and all. I made myself a goal. I would hold it in, no matter what, until the end of this episode. One hour wasn’t unreasonable, I thought. It would also take my mind off my bladder. So I started watching, taking the remote and putting it up high on a shelf with a ladder, which I would no doubt be unable to carry back into the room near the end of the episode (this was recorded on a DVR... no need to fast forward it now...). So began my most desperate hour. I drank another 20 ounces of water or so (so about 2 liters worth over the course of about 3 hours by then), then I watched, in increasing pain and desperation. Over the course of the next 10 minutes, I held myself, danced and squirmed around, sat on my heel, sat on the corner of my desk, straddled the rim of the bathtub, etc. After those 10 minutes, nothing seemed to work to bring me relief, as I found the threshold for 10/10. I then tried to lay down on my back in bed and hold myself, but my own belly skin, starting to sweat from the effort, pressed down on my bladder and caused a great deal more pain. But I stayed like this for a few seconds, amazed at how far the bulge stuck out in my quite thin form. I wanted to take another picture, but I was shaking now, and I couldn't stop moving enough to get my finger on a shutter button or hold a camera, never mind a clear shot. I tried to lay on my side, but that just made my bladder visibly shift to that side and hurt just as badly. It looked like a water balloon being held by the neck. Laying on my belly was obviously out of the question, but desperate for relief I tried anyways... the pressure on my dick might have helped me hold it, if only that same dick wasn't now being compressed my bladder and the bed, pushing into my bladder, which hurt like hell far before I put more than a little weight on it, so I had to stop. So I moved to the very top of my bed, propped myself up with pillows, and tried to lay, half bent at the hips. This helped for a few minutes, as pee tried to run down my dick and I clamped down with all my strength and willpower and tried to watch the episode. After 5 minutes, even this position was too painful, so I got up and paced around, doubled over. I then sat on the edge of my chair and slouched back as my bladder settled down for a few minutes, and moved my legs up and down, and side to side randomly as I panted and whimpered, no longer able to watch the TV. I cradled and felt how full my bladder was, still moving my legs around as I could not stop even for an instant. I tried, and a little pee trickled out. I was easily as full as I had ever been. My bladder looked and felt like a small cantaloupe was protruding from my pelvis. Because of me being rather thin, it looked that much bigger in me, especially if I sucked what little gut I had inwards. That actually seemed to help relieve a bit the pressure, but I couldn't breathe if I kept doing that, lol. 25 minutes into the episode, my bladder was back to protesting the agony it was in, and began to spasm. I was now squirming non-stop, rocking back and forth, tilting forward as much as my bladder would allow. I was still moving my legs around, but I couldn't cross them, as that put too much pressure on my bladder, which was now in near agony. I grimaced and whimpered, and held myself with each spasm of my distended bladder. I was very firmly at a 9.5/10 now. Any slight drop of my guard or concentration would have me wetting myself right there. A minute later, and I could no longer sit, it put too much pressure on my bladder. The remaining time was the most desperate I've ever been in my entire life, before and after. In another 5 minutes, I was staggering around my room, clutching at myself with both hands, at my mattress with one hand, back to me, at my chair with one hand, back to me, leaning on my desk for support, back to me; I could not stop moving even if I tried, and every movement seemed to send more pee cascading down into my poor bladder. I let go with both hands to support my increasingly exhausted self, and immediately started to leak out despite my best efforts to hold it back, and this was with my bladder not in spasm at the time, so I had to grab my crotch again. This was definitely my limit when not using extraordinary methods to hold it back. It felt incredible to leak out like this. I was in agony, I was no longer in full control, but I was loving every minute of it. I kept moaning to myself "Oh God I have to pee." I was panicky, I could feel the adrenaline. My heart was hammering fast in my chest from the effort, as if I were in the middle of running a mile... just what I needed, more blood for my kidneys to filter the water out of. It almost felt like it was hammering in my bladder too. 35 minutes into the episode, and I felt like I was about to explode. 10.5/10. This pressure hurt almost as bad as when I jammed my middle finger trying to catch a basketball the wrong way. My pee would not stop running down my dick, and I had to put all of the pressure that I could, with whatever means necessary, on my crotch to keep the pee inside of me, and I wasn’t going to be successful for much longer. Every movement caused my bladder to shift what felt like 10 feet, when it was really a half an inch or less, as what felt like a bowling ball was suspended inside of me. I was wracked with unbearable pain in my bladder that made me moan and whimper. I couldn’t lay down, stand up straight, sit down upright, or cross my legs, or even hold myself properly because these all put too much pressure on my increasingly bulging bladder. Even straddling the edge of my bathtub somehow caused the bottom of my erect dick to press into the bottom of my bladder, making the pressure as unbearable as every other method I could think of. I couldn’t even breath very deeply because it caused more pain. "Oh, hurry the **** up and end so I can pee!", I moaned to the TV, while I leaked uncontrollably for a split second, as if it could do anything about it. Then I started to get near irresistible urges to bear down every time my bladder was in spasm. It was pain beyond anything I imagined would be possible during a hold. It was pain past endurance, as I moaned in agony and leaked out for a second as my sphincter released by itself, before I grabbed myself with both hands to stem the flow to a slight dribble. I struggled to resist the urges to push by breathing in and out shallowly and quickly, as my very distended bladder wouldn't let my lungs move down any further. I didn't like this. I felt if I bore down too hard, I would make myself explode, or hurt myself some other way. I breathed as if I were in labor... in fact this must be what it felt like to be in labor, I thought. I really, really wanted to make it to the end of the episode, but my body decided it simply had enough. It was now doing everything in its power, against my will, to force my pee out, and the sensations brought me to my knees. I kneeled at my bedside, my upper body resting on my mattress, as I held myself below the base of my penis in my crotch with both hands, trying to not let my forearms, the bed frame, or even so much as a speck of dust or a slight breeze touch my bulging bladder. I was uncontrollably rocking my hips from side to side, as I still could not stop moving, but I couldn't move my legs if I was knee-bound. My bladder was now in a continuous spasm, a completely rock solid mass extending two inches out and up to my navel. I kept trying to clamp back down with my sphincter, but every time I tried, it was met with uncontrollable urges to remain relaxed that I could not overpower, even with sheer force of will at the thought of wetting myself fully on my carpet. My willpower to withstand the pressure, and my concentration on holding myself, was failing. I was powerless to hold back two long spurts my Goodnite that saturated the front all the way to the edges during the next couple minutes. It was 45 minutes in, I was on the verge of completely wetting myself uncontrollably now. Still unable to get off my knees, I kept making grunting noises and gasping in agony, about to wet myself, and I decided this was the time to let it out and measure. Even though it was only 45 minutes into the episode, 15 measly minutes short of my goal, I could not bear it, nor hold it in, any longer. I shuffled, slowly, still on my knees, towards and onto the towel-laid bathroom floor just by my room. With every "step", I could feel my bladder moving, every jolt causing more pain and small leaks. Grabbing the bottle, I set it on the edge of the bathtub. My Goodnite was now quite wet from all the leaks. Then I felt a most peculiar pain just start to form above the right-hand side of my pelvis in my backside. I had been studying the biological aspect of Omorashi for some time now, and thought immediately what this had to mean: I was about to start backing up into my kidneys. This was it, this was my safe limit. I determined to my self long ago that, if I ever felt anything like this, and I was severely bursting to pee, I would stop holding, and go, no matter what. In public with no bathrooms, and no chance to get to one, I would have let go where I stood. Just as I climbed into the bathtub, I felt my poor, distended, agonized bladder expedite the process for me with an almighty spasm. In any case, that self-imposed limitation didn't matter anyways. I absolutely could not hold it for one minute more, and if I tried to delay, It would all end up in the wrong place. Continuously moaning and on the verge of leaking again despite twisting myself up like a pretzel, holding myself over a thick Goodnite to try to hold it long enough to get in a position to measure, it was driving me insane. I was exploding. I was actually about to wet myself uncontrollably, despite my best efforts, for the first time in memory. I managed to grab the Gatorade bottle with one hand as I got on my knees, tore down my Goodnite, and performed a complicated set of gymnastics to maneuver my fully erect dick, which now dripped continuously into the bathtub, into the opening, Not at all an easy task, considering I could not stop moving in desperation, and my bladder wouldn't let me bend too far in any direction at the same time. I got it, just as I couldn't hold it back another second, and it came out by itself. Almost clear, very slightly straw-colored pee slowly but surely came out, and was about to moan in relief. Until I stopped peeing. I couldn’t quite figure out why until I heard air hissing from the bottle. I released the seal that I had inadvertently made with the tip of my erect penis, which had enabled the pressure in there to hold it back, and my stream burst forth. I peed for the longest time. Holding myself up in the very awkward position I was in was too hard, but after a minute, my bladder allowed me to bend in just the right way to be able to go in an easier position. I peed another two minutes, moaning, still unable to stop moving because I was still desperate, until my bladder released all that it could in its overstretched state, just under 2/3 of the bottle. I waited about 3 minutes for my bladder to contract back down and regain enough strength to push the rest out. It was actually somewhat difficult after a couple minutes. It regained that strength alright, as a minute later I quickly put my now more maneuverable dick back in the opening just in time as I let out another quick, uncontrolled explosion, feeling even greater relief as I uncontrollably bore down yet again. I was afraid I might overfill the bottle, but a few seconds mater I had felt I had emptied myself enough so that would not quite happen. I finished up, panting, waiting a few seconds, then letting go one last time and pushing what ever pee I could out into the bottle. The result was that I had filled a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle to just an inch and a half away from the top. I’d measured nearly a liter of pee. I had held considerably more until my first major leaks, if the puffy Goodnite bulging between my knees was taken into account. I was impressed with myself to say the least. My bladder was not. PS, by sheer luck, I was able to grab these images from another holding forum that I used to be a member of... only ever made three posts there, with nowhere near this kind of detail. That forum is now totally dead, had to find it via archive.org. I was too exhausted to get out of the bathtub immediately. I pulled on my wet Goodnite, and sat there, on my knees, resting with my arms on the edge of the bathtub, my breathing and pounding heartbeat slowly returning to normal. I remained there as I could hear the end credits rolling on the show I was watching. 5 minutes after the credits, my bladder, exhibiting "Post-hold volume reduction" once again, took matters into it's own hands and forced another full-force explosion of pee into my overfilled Goodnite, with it only catching a little bit before cascading out the bottom sides into the bathtub. So great was the relief that I orgasmed in the diaper with very little provocation afterwards. Feeling just rested enough, I stood up. I took the soaked, dripping diaper off, and carefully threw it in the trash. I proceeded to take a roughly 20 minute shower, uncontrollably wetting myself 15 minutes in after trying in vain to hold it back. After I got out, I proceeded to re-dress myself, but this time in a Depends taped brief, stuffed with another Goodnite, that I had set aside, not for the hold, but for the obvious protection I might need. I left it untaped for now. I cleaned everything up, took all of the garbages out, and afterwards sprinted back inside and just made it to the toilet 20 minutes later. I got into bed in utterly satisfied exhaustion, after having answered a call from my parents telling me they would be home in about 6 hours or so, my bladder quite irritated from the experience, but I didn't care. I set my alarm for 3 hours from then, in case they came home earlier than that, as I knew I would fall asleep from the glorious exhaustion I felt. I taped the brief up securely, then I started the episode up again to watch it properly, but fell asleep half way through... for about 15 minutes, until my bladder screamed at me to wake up because it was about a second away from exploding again. I didn't even have time to process what the hell was going on, or even to gasp, as I lost all control and exploded with even greater force into the new diaper for about a minute. Not even a vice grip could have stopped this full-blown bed-wetting. My pee was completely clear, hardly any smell at all, which I supposed was a good thing, since I could keep using the diaper. The relief overwhelmed me again, and I orgasmed again, before falling asleep yet again. I slept for a good hour this time. I'm not sure if I slept-wet, but I wouldn't have put it past my bladder to force the issue. By the time my alarm did go off, an hour and a half after I had already woken up, I had flooded myself a good three times before it felt like all of the water had run through me, and my diaper looked almost fit to burst. I massaged my still sore bladder as I went about my business, still wetting myself, but this time when I felt like it, as I was able to exert some more control. I wore Goodnites legitimately to bed the next few nights, afraid I would sleep wet in the presence of my family, but my bladder was kind enough to wake me well before it exploded, and I was able to walk urgently into the bathroom from then on during the next few days, only twice wetting myself like a small child in uncontrolled desperation when the bathroom was occupied for more than 5 minutes, until my bladder had mostly calmed down about 4 days later. Now, if you'll excuse me, all this reminiscing and typing has made me really need to pee.
  11. Bladder_Queen

    The Golden Watch

    “My love, I can’t find it. Are you sure it’s not at work?” she moans from our bedroom. I hear shuffling of our bed frame, being pushed back into place. I’m in the living room, doing the same as she. I lost my Grandfather’s watch. The one thing his cold heart decided to give me, the one thing that proved he cared about something. I shout back, “Look harder babe, I couldn’t have left it anywhere else.” She doesn’t understand how important this watch is for me. I would never have taken it out and left it in some bathroom stall or restaurant table. This watch was folded into my pocket the second I took it off in public. I get up off the floor and move the couch back to where it was. I sigh and put my hands on my hips, looking around the tables and floor one more time before going to our bedroom. At this point in the search, I’m panicking, I have no clue where it could be. “Babe, I couldn’t have just left it somewhere. I’m more respon-” I say as I walk into the bedroom to find her emptying out our bedside table drawers, but something about her is different. She sits with her legs folded underneath her, her hips moving side to side with urgency. She looks like she has to… she looks like she has to go pee? “Are you okay?” “Yeah,of course, I’m fine!” she says, putting the drawer back into its place and scurrying to the other table “Don’t just stand there! It’s your watch we’re trying to find!” I feel myself harden as I watch her struggle to focus. She’s holding her bladder tightly in order to concentrate on helping me find this watch. I’m torn between telling her I love her, or fucking her senselessly. I’m close to acting on the latter before she darts up from behind the table with a golden twinkle in her hand. “I FOUND IT!” she says, waving the watch in the air. “It must have slid behind the table when you took it off last night?” she says, placing it on the bed. I pick it up and buckle it around my wrist, feeling like an idiot for not thinking to check there first. She gets up and sits on the bed with me, continuing to wiggle her hips around. She looks to my waist, back up at me and says “Uh… are you hard right now?” I’ve kept my pee kink from her for most of our relationship. I’ve brought it up as a possibility to her, and she never seemed against it, just unsure of it. But at this point, it was my perfect chance to give it a try with her. “Okay… so now that we know I didn’t throw your watch away, I’m gonna go use the bathroom before I burst,” she tries to get up from the bed, but I pull her back down. The word “Burst” just about drove me to my limit. “Nuh uh,” I get on top of her and pin her arms above her head “I don’t think so.” “Babe, come ooon, I gotta go now!” I feel her hips shake and I smirk, lean down, and kiss the bottom of her neck. She tightly crosses her legs below me knowing she won’t be able to hold it for much longer. I reach, my hand down and press against her hardened bladder. She is holding quite a lot, I could feel it right below her stomach. I press harder between her hips and she lets out a long, lustful moan. Her bladder is so large, it pushes against her clit when I apply pressure. Her tank top lifts just enough to see how much she’s expanded and it looks like she’s holding back so much. Just the thought of her holding anything more than a liter drives me insane. I get my legs between hers and spread them apart, keeping my knees against her thighs, I kiss down her stomach. I reach her hardened bladder and look up at her. She bites her bottom lip and makes eye contact with me. I wrap my lips over a spot and suck on it. Her body convulses and she lets out a rough moan. “Mmmmmf FUCK” she groans, lifting her hips up against me. I push her down with my legs once again and move my head to look at the bruise I’ve left. I let go of her arms and tear down her leggings, stripping them from her body. I kiss down to her clit and lick up her body. I pull her to the edge of the bed, get on my knees, tuck her legs over my shoulders, and go to town. Licking her dripping wet pussy as she moans and squirms with a bladder about to explode. I grind and flick my tongue against her clit. I push my tongue in and out of her, tasting her all over. I can feel her vibrate against my tongue, holding back her enormous flood. I finally sit up and and feel her beginning to leak as it drips down the bed to my knees. I press my hand against her crotch, stopping the light flow. I smack her on the side of her thigh and she gasps and squeals. “I’m not done yet!” I say, unfastening my belt and pulling my pants down to my ankles. I slowly push my aching cock into her, thrusting faster and faster as her moans get louder and louder. I feel the tip of my cock pressing against her full body. She hooks her arms over my neck, bringing me on top of her, pressing her body against mine. I put my hands on her sides, bringing her body in and out. She tries to squeeze her thighs together because the tension in her bladder builds up even worse than before. I tower above her, pressing my hands against her breasts, running my fingers through her hair, and spanking her fat ass. I rock my body back and forth against hers, slowing down as I feel the urge to cum. With one final pump into her body, I orgasm inside of her, pulling out and watching it drip out of her, not only my cum but a waterfall of urine. It pulses wildly out of her, like she’s absolutely lost all of control of her body. I get underneath the flow, it runs down my body, and soaks right into the carpet as she releases what seems like a gallon of urine. My fantasy has finally come true. Once she finishes, I crash onto the bed next to her, both of us breathing heavily. I turn her head towards me and give her a peck on the lips. With my thumb and index finger placed against her chin, I say “Thanks babe, I couldn’t have done it without you.” “Cum or find your watch?” she giggles. “Hmmm… Both?” I say, kissing her one last time before getting up and grabbing us towels. "Next time, we're measuring that bladder."
  12. its been a while since ive posted I know but thought id bring you this. its my favourite video of all time. was removed from the only site it was on years ago and found it today buried in the back of my folders !!!ENJOY!!! tights.m4v
  13. Hi all... So, I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I use a wheelchair all the time now. I used to walk with a walker or crutches when I was younger but those days are past. So my title is misleading, but not really. With my disability, even when I walked, going to the toilet was an event. It wasn't two minutes in and out. It took time. Combine that with the "Is there an accessible bathroom here?" and other things most people don't think about, it was something that i focused on, a lot, even before it became kink. So in this thread I will tell stories from my early years that brought me here. II know you guys will have questions, and that's cool. But in the interest of saving everyone time I'm going to cover the basics.. First a few ground rules: 1. No pity. I don't want it. 2. No telling me I'm brave or inspiring. I'm not. 3. I grew up in the 80s and 90s. I have long since tired of the ever-changing politically correct language in the disability community. In polite company I say handicapped, among friends I say words like crippled. I joke about my own disability. If that bothers you, this thread may be a bumpy ride. If you try to speech police me it will get bumpier. Now a quick list of answers to questions you didn't ask but will. Yes, I have worn diapers for reasons associated with my disability. Never for kink though because in my mind it is associated with my disability. Hospital, road trips where bathrooms weren't guaranteed, and post-surgery usually. Yes I used my disability to get away with wetting, though more so after it became kink than before. When I was younger there was guilt about someone else having to clean up a mess that I caused on purpose. As to whether my parents knew I did it on purpose: Yes sometimes, but it was usually with permission or at their request for convenience reasons. No, my parents never really punished me for accidents. At most frustration if it was preventable and my fault. My friends and peers mostly just thought it was a disability thing, and didn't care too much. Some of those who caught on to the fact that I was "allowed" to have accidents with little consequence expressed jealousy. Last but not least on the obvious questions: Yes I can have sex, everything works, I'm not paralyzed. Yes sometimes sex involves pee play. No I will not be telling those stories in public. Sorry. General stuff about me, I'm in my early 30s, I have an older sister who will be involved in my stories but the name I use will be fake, because I do not have her permission to write about her here. No, she's not into the kink. Yes, she knows I am. For the purposes of this topic her name is Valerie, and I am your host Erin. That is, in fact, my real name. I was control potty trained at two but I have in fact never gone an entire year in my life without a legitimate accident. As a teen i randomly became an accidental bed wetter again for a few years. So, to properly understand some of the stories I will tell in this thread you need to know that I am, and have always been, really small. I'm 4'8. You also need to understand that even when I could walk, my balance wasn't great. I fall. Never been seriously injured but I have sat in a puddle of my own pee whole looking at the toilet before. More than once. I move slow, I can't use a regular stall, I can't squat to pee outside, and my bladder is as small as the rest of me. That's the overly-long tour. Story in my next post.
  14. lexpads

    No Hands Allowed

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Bottomless, on a towel. Drinking. Squirming. Trying to hold on as long as you can. Little dribbles escaping every now and then, with increasing frequency. But you're not allowed to touch! Something I draw inspired off my new favourite omo video. I have another two follow-on images in mind, but my finishing-drawing record has been so abysmal lately, who knows whether they'll get done.
  15. noobishlord

    malefemale Doing another hold today.

    So today I decided to do another hold, since it had been a while since my last one (don't want to do too many in a row, lest I weaken the muscles.) It's only Noon here, and I already feel a decent bit desperate, and I still need to hold on for a few more hours before I can actually let loose, assuming I don't try to hold until the dam bursts. Though there is a slight difference in my planning today, since I need to do laundry later, I think I'm just gonna let out in the clothes I'm wearing instead of changing into my normal wetting clothes.
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  18. Axew

    Pinching foreskin

    So, uncircumcised guys (I am also one of them). Did anyone else try pinching the skin at the end of their penis shut while peeing? Can anyone actually hold their pee this way? Or has it ever helped you make it to the bathroom by a few seconds? Or has anyone done it to you (your partner, or the person standing next to you at the urinal as a joke, I think that'd be harassment though)? When pinching it between 2 fingers I can last for a few seconds before my grip slips apart. I've also tried crossing my legs over my foreskin while standing/sitting in the shower/bath, it holds for a little longer and then a load comes out. (Sorry if too obscene.)
  19. So I've been THINKING (a possibility nothing set in stone yet) about making desperation movies with like different scenarios and me on the phone or on the computer where I can't go to the bathroom (basically semi-realistic scenarios not just me having to pee lol although I'd do that too) but there wouldn't be any nudity involved. I was curious if theres a demand for this at all, since I don't want to have to go thru making them then nobody watching them hahaha.
  20. BlueWetter

    malefemale Big hold, big wet patch..

    Hi everyone! Well this evening, I did a holding contest with a friend that lasted 1.5 hours.. We both started at about 3/10.. I was drinking tea, my friend coffee and a lot of water. We both held it until desperate.. My friend really had to go, pushing out spurts into their underwear.. Since that ended our contest, I started going into my jeans, sitting on the couch.. With my friend's permission, I soaked myself..
  21. So knowing there isn't much Male Omorashi. I have an idea doing so for Solid Snake. Yes. Solid Snake. It's about time we place him in a situation like this. Knowing there is already peeing IN Metal Gear, let's change it around for Snake. Let's break his barriers! He's desperate. Where is this taking place? I will (or we can) then type a few chapters! Let's have fun!
  22. Had a little fun today, Drank 2 litres of water and a Lg coffee from timmies :P. Was wearing Depends Real-fit, they didn't hold up very well but fun nonetheless. Heres some pics.
  23. Hey there, Thought some of you might like to see my favourite videos that I've made (of myself). They're all me holding on as long as I can: https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/168731347222/barcelona-desperation https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/164309782237/long-desperation-with-lots-of-talking https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163432341790/playing-piano-and-bursting https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163352382317/underwear-was-too-small https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163077707622/four-hour-hold-and-teasing-my-bladder https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163120051958/pink-underwear-on-election-night https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/168390359037/desperate-and-randy-in-thin-white-briefs (nudity & other naughtiness warning) Enjoy!
  24. KitKatOmo

    A Date at the Zoo

    The goal: You help your girlfriend, Emma, get as desperate as possible on your date to the zoo and ensure that she makes it back to her house (mostly) dry. Once there, you continue to make her hold until she bursts. A few rules/things to note: - Emma’s happiness and comfort are important, and she may refuse to do something she’s uncomfortable with. - It is possible for Emma to dump you if she ends up wetting herself, depending on the circumstances and how you’ve treated her. - Emma is free to piss whenever she wants before lunch. It’s only after lunch that the real holding starts. - You are depicted as male in both sex and gender. - Please don’t make “alternate suggestions”. You can, however, elaborate on a situation (e.g. “do choice 1 + this” or “do choice 2 like this”). You are also free to “second” someone else’s elaboration. — Morning light flits into the bedroom through the blinds, a line resting across Emma’s eyes. As per usual, she wakes reluctantly, her eyes squeezed shut as she turns onto her front, a soft groan in her throat. She moves slowly, pushing herself up from the mattress with her elbows and stretching out her back as she gets onto her knees. Once upright, she finishes her stretches, yawning with a soft but cute sound. Then she remembers what day it is, and her stomach flutters with excitement and anxiety. It’s the first time she’ll be desperate in public (of her own accord) and she has no clue how it will turn out. Emma is immediately wide awake and she grabs her phone from the dresser, checking the weather. The day will have a high of 80 Fahrenheit (about 27 Celsius) with low humidity and low wind speed. The sky will be almost completely cloudless. Emma smiles—she’s always preferred warmer weather—and steps out of bed. Her nearly-see-through blue pajama shorts show off her slim tan legs, as well as her lacy black underwear, and her top, a similarly translucent white cami, rests gently on her bare, perky breasts. She stretches again, admiring her toned body in the mirror. Regardless of what she wears, she knows you will like it, but she’d like your opinion anyway. So she sends you a quick text: “Hey bby <3 Getting ready for our date! What would you like to see me in? ;P” Emma turns on her ringer and sets her phone on the dresser. She turns back to the mirror and combs her fingers through her dark, silky hair. Her fingers meet a few tangles, so she decides she’ll wash it this morning. >>What will Emma wear? (open-ended, but make sure she doesn’t overheat!) >>How will she do her hair? (open-ended) (Hey guys! I decided to try an interactive story ^^ We will follow the pov of both Emma and of "You", her boyfriend, with the pov sometimes changing within the same post. I have the outline of the next few written out, but after that, whatever happens, happens! The next post will be either next Friday or when I've heard back from at least 10 people. Have fun!)
  25. frostyjr2

    female Frosty walks the dog

    In my first post, i revisited something that happened in the past, back when i was 14 & just starting high school. Now allow me to share some more recent happenings. First, a little background: i am a gay girl, and i am in a live-in dom-sub relationship. The girl i live with (Norah) is a bit older than i am, and she has almost complete control over me, right down to when i am allowed to pee. I have to ask her permission, & if i don't get it, i'm forced to hold. She makes me hold quite often, because she enjoys seeing me desperate, and likes seeing me wet myself even more. Of course, i am the one allowing her to control me... :) Sharing this is important because otherwise you might not understand why i do what i do and the things i'm saying might not make sense. Some of you might have read about my at-work holding adventure yesterday evening. I'm sure by now you might have figured out that i was denied permission to go until the last possible minute, and then it was only granted because i was at work. When i got home, i was made to hold again while waiting for my gf to get back from her job. She wanted me to wait up for her and since she was getting off work late, this was one way to keep me from falling asleep, i guess. She eventually came home and after some fun & games which involved both of us reaching orgasm, she finally granted me permission to pee. Of course, i'd already sprayed quite a bit when she made me come, so there really wasn't much left to empty out after that. We both fell asleep with her holding me as i curled up in a ball next to her. Waking up this morning, my poor tortured bladder was already in a weakened state, but since Norah was still asleep, i couldn't ask permission to pee, and i didn't dare wake her up. I pulled on a grey cotton nightie over my matching panties & padded on bare feet to the kitchen to make coffee for us both. Norah does most of the cooking at our house (she's a professional chef), so i try to help out wherever i can, doing the cleaning & laundry. Pouring the water into the coffee maker was torture, the sound of the running water increasing my already somewhat urgent need to release what had built up in my bladder overnight. I had already leaked a little pee into my panties while having my first cup of coffee when i heard Norah behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist & gave me a nice squeeze, knowing full well what state i was in. Of course. "Good morning, sweetie !", she cooed, kissing me softly on the nape of my neck. She knows how that turns me on, & i felt my body shivering in response to her words, her touch, and my need to pee. I turned & kissed her back, then went to get dressed in the bedroom while she had the cup of coffee i poured for her. It was a bit warmer today than yesterday, so i pulled on a pair of black lycra leggings over my damp undies, a black lycra sports bra, a loose white t-shirt & a grey hoodie. Our dog started barking like crazy as i slipped on my running shoes, knowing who was going to take him out now. As we passed Norah in the kitchen, i asked her if i could pee before taking the dog out. She smiled at me sweetly and said, "You know the routine. First you walk the dog, then i'll let you use the bathroom. Maybe..." I figured that she'd say that, but i had to ask just in case. I grabbed the dog's lead from the hook, and as i bent down to put his harness on, i felt some more warm pee leaking out into my panties. I said, " Please, Norah... i really have to go, and all that holding last nite... i'm not sure i'll make it !" "Oh, you'll make it alright... or you'll be wetting yourself in public, and i know how much you love that !", she replied, grinning in anticipation of my coming ordeal. "Look, he's scratching at the door. Guess he really has to go..." Now i knew she wouldn't be allowing me to go before i walked him, so i put on my hat, scarf & gloves, opened the door and we went out into the sunlight. It was a beautiful day, bright & blue, and although the streets were a bit slippery from melting snow & ice from yesterday's storm, i managed to keep my footing even though the darned dog kept pulling like crazy as he romped & sniffed and investigated every new scent. As for me, i was trying to keep my mind off my full bladder, but this was no easy task as i watched him constantly lifting his leg to release a stream of urine. A few small drops had been escaping me periodically as we walked along at first, but by now I was leaking pretty steadily into the crotch of my panties and just hoping that he would get the rest of his business done soon. "Not soon enough...", i muttered to myself. I trembled and squeezed my thighs together, trying to keep control, even pushing my hand down between my legs and applying pressure when i thought no-one was around. My need to release was becoming overwhelming. Finally, he squatted to do his deed, yay ! Of course, now i had to pick it up, being a conscientious pet owner... so i pulled out a plastic bag from my hoodie pocket and bent down to scoop the poop. When i did, it created pressure on my aching bladder, and i shot a short stream of pee into my panties. "Ohmigosh... no !", i said under my breath. As i straightened up quickly, i was able to clench my muscles together down there & stop the flow, but now i knew it was only a matter of time before i'd have to give in to the ever-increasing pressure . I checked to see if anyone had noticed my distress, but luckily there was no-one around. (Early AM walks on the weekends, slightly later AM ones on weekdays, way to go ! Less chance of an audience if i was to have an accident...) Now we headed back home, but as we walked beneath the eaves of a local storefront, he squatted down again. "Darn it.", i muttered. I had to endure the painful squeezing of my bladder once more, but this time much to my dismay, while i was i bending over and scooping, some icy cold water dripped from the storefront awning. Missing my hoodie, it trickled down the back of my neck, past my tight sportsbra and followed the curve of my spine down into the back of my panties. Certainly NOT what i needed right then... I must have been quite a sight as i gasped from the sudden unexpected chill and straightened up violently, squeezing my thighs together again as i felt another spurt of pee come out involuntarily. This time i knew the crotch of my leggings was wet also. I had to get home quickly, or i'd be peeing myself in the middle of the street soon. I gave the dog's lead a little tug, and he obediently trotted after me as i headed up the hill to our house. I was alternately leaking and squirting pee into my undies by now, panties totally soaked and leggings fairly wet as well by the time we were at the door. Thru the window, i could see Norah watching as i tried the door handle, but she had locked the door on me. She had a big smile on her face, watching me squirm and pee dance as i made my way to the deck at the back of the house. I dropped the dog's lead and jammed my hand down between my legs, but the fight was over. I let go of a huge torrent of pee just as Norah opened the back door, flooding my panties and leggings and overflowing into my nylon running shoes. It streamed over my hands, warm & wet & uncontrollable. I had just wet myself again, & i knew she was enjoying every moment of my defeat & shame. Looking at me standing there peeing in my panties, she laughed and said, "Well, i guess you don't need to use the toilet now, do you ?" As hot tears of humiliation flowed to match the stream below, she hugged me tight, pulled me into her and whispered in my ear, "Gosh, that gets me so hot, seeing you looking so helpless, so desperate, and then losing it in front of me. I love you so much !" And i replied softly, "i love you too, Norah." please feel free to comment, but don't judge me too harshly. thanks !