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  1. From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard

    Yes, it's out-of-season by a couple of months, and I started it after Christmas... But are you gonna let that prevent you from enjoying a deer girl who's peeing in front of her hyena mistress?! Another huge thanks to both Nadia and Spotte for this really fun commission!
  2. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you guys are having a great one!
  3. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Happy Thanksgiving, guys! I hope you all have a wonderful day and can enjoy some serious feasting! XD As usual, the nude version is available on my Patreon!
  4. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She's peeing herself because she... is stuck in Thanksgiving traffic!" Poor Turkey Girl Tara isn't even traveling for Thanksgiving; this is just her trip back home after work! She held it for as long as she could --- and she couldn't even pee before leaving! Maybe she could have made it, but in the end, the Turkeyday traffic sealed her fate! As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!
  5. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    THERE'S MY HAT! >:0 I decided to mix in a little holiday spirit into this month's Solitary Confinement Poll winner --- two girls going head-to-head in a 1-v-1 game after chugging a ton of water (or in this case, everyone's favorite diuretic) where only the winner gets sweet, sweet relief in the end! And while Sandy might have pitched the idea, she seems to have underestimated just how good Harlyn is at holding in her pee! Well, now she's in for a really long night... Maybe it'll help if she thinks dry thoughts! X3 Oh, and of course, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!~
  6. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Well, it ended up taking me a few extra days to get it done, so it's a little late --- but here's an image for Christmas! It's a sequel to my first Christmas image, Desperate Sleigh Ride! As it would turn out, our poor little elf got stuck in a chimney! (Also, sorry for not being around as much this month; I've been working on more Off-Limits! pages, and of course, the holidays have been pretty busy!)
  7. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She really has to pee, but she... is too busy preparing Thanksgiving dinner!" Oooh, she really ought to have started a little earlier in the day! Now she's whipping around the kitchen trying to do all of the dishes at once! In fact, she's so busy that she can't even risk ducking out for a quick pee or she'll burn something! Well, I guess we can consider Turkey-girl's desperate butt-wiggling to be her way of wishing you a happy Thanksgiving! :] 🦃🦃🦃 As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! So if you think all those clothes might be slowing her down, but you really want her to have that dinner ready in time --- please consider checking it out! 🤣
  8. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She really needs to pee, but she... is in an unusual outfit!" I mean, their parking lot might be empty, but they know how to sell turkeys, if you ask me! 😋🦃 Nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! ~~Le explanation, as copied from the post on Patreon~~ Wooo-hooo! So, I've been working on building a backlog of Omovember drawings so that I might actually stand a chance of completing it this year! And so far, so good --- I've got 6 ready and I plan to keep plugging away until it's done! (My goal is to make a ton of art more-so than for this to be an outright challenge, hence the early start!) This first image is definitely more "finished" than the following ones, mainly because I wanted the introduction to be kind-of nice! The rest of them will (probably) be in different stages of black-and-white, though all of them will relate to a unique prompt --- you probably know the gist of it! Anyway, this won't make any sense unless you see those prompts, so I've posted the list below! To be clear, these are hardly my original ideas --- some of them were inspired by or even entirely nabbed from various earlier Omovember prompt lists. I just tried to mix up the scenarios a bit so that they'd be different from each other on sequential days. Omorashi can be divided into two camps: those who like to see wetting, and those who like to see people struggle to hold it. Of course, we know which camp I'm personally in, by now! XD But I tried to keep the prompts ambiguous in that regard so I could cater to both with these drawings (as well as to allow people who might want to do their own work with them a bit more freedom)! As such, there are basically two phrases that start each of these prompts! a: "She's peeing herself because she..." b: "She really needs to pee, but she..." Prompts: 1: is in an unusual outfit --- hence Turkey-Girl! 😄 2: is busy raking leaves 3: can't use her hands to help hold 4: is waiting on hold (phone call, voice call, etc.) 5: has to help someone with something first 6: is in a very public place, with people all around, but needs to look "normal" 7: can't go while only the men's room is available 8: is stuck XD 9: gets caught 10: has (had) to wait longer than she thought after starting her hold intentionally 11: is live-streaming or on TV 12: missed her opportunity to go by only a couple of minutes 13: is the victim of someone else who didn't want her to go 14: forgot her keys 15: can't leave without forfeiting a prize 16: refuses to ask the rest of the group, who incidentally, is entirely composed of men 17: can't get her zipper unstuck 18: isn't being helped despite someone's best efforts 19: is dancing 20: can't get the ropes undone after being tied up 21: is out on an autumn stroll 22: has to finish a tall drink before she can go --- maybe ;D 23: is in trouble and can't leave 24: is too busy preparing Thanksgiving dinner 25: will forfeit her final exam grade if she leaves 26: is to scared to get to the bathroom 27: accidentally locked herself inside of something 28: has been cruelly pranked by her friends 29: can't pause the game 30: *FREEBIE* --- is surrounded by killer turkeys or something, lol!
  9. Every month, I gather ideas from my solitary-confinement-tier patrons and then let them vote on which idea they'd like to see made into a full-color, full-detail image. This month a particularly fitting Halloween idea won! So, I wrote a story to go along with it! I've done this in the past --- usually opting to upload them as beefy descriptions on the given image --- but this one ended up running a little longer, and I figured it might be a less absurd and cumbersome to read here. Anyway, I hope it's a fun read for you guys! I used to write a lot more fiction, but it has been a long time, and I'm pretty rusty (and not in the reference-counted, memory-safe kind of way 🦀)! (The link to the image is at the bottom, where it's most applicable.) ~~*~~ Ivy joined the Nitefield Paranormal Society last month in honor of the Halloween spirit — despite not being a particularly strong believer in the paranormal herself. Hey, there has always been an explanation for the stuff she's experienced, and surely all those ghost stories she'd heard were from really suggestible people or outright liars... right? Well, believer-or-not, she figured going on a few ghost hunts would at least be entertaining. And maybe her more rational mind would help her debunk any weak evidence before the NPS (semi-affectionately referred to as the "Nips" 😆) embarrassed themselves publicly! Orbs... I mean, come-on! Dust, bugs, and a refusal to acknowledge depth always explained those away! "Come on, dudes. It's just an attic! The scariest thing up there is that hideous armoire!" Ivy said from the back seat of the SUV the team had laid-out as a base-of-operations. "And that isn't a face. It's pareidolia — like when you see a face on the side of a mountain or something." "Well then, Ms. Science. You get the attic when we do isolated sessions," Troy responded with an awkwardly twisted spine as he tried to orient himself toward the conversation. "Look, Ivy, I know you want to prove how fearless you are, and whatnot," Petra chipped in from the driver's seat, "but this one is different. We've been around the block a few times, you know? And I'm telling you, this could be dangerous. You heard the family, right?" She didn't mimic Troy, instead keeping her focus on the silhouetted house outside her window. "You don't seriously believe that, right? I mean, if all of what they said was true, why is the best evidence they could come up with a smudge or something... I don't even really see a face in this." Ivy squinted closely at the picture as she tried to push the admittedly goofy face she thought she saw within the circled blob. "I'm in support of giving Ivy the attic, if she wants to be a badass so badly," Drew said from the other seat. "She's been investigating for a month — there's no way she's ready for what could be in that attic!" Petra snapped. This time she was turned around to face the rest of them. Based on the jiggling of her black-glass earrings alone, everyone in the truck understood that this was serious to her. "I think you guys are just trying to creep me out before we go in there to set up. We're just burning precious sunset-prep-time, and it isn't working on me." Truth be told, Ivy would normally have been a bit more mellow with her skepticism. But right now, she needed to pee and wasn't entirely on-board with wasting any more time outside. The other three seemed to be about as fed-up with the whole discussion as Ivy was, though none of them noticed her wiggling knees and put two-and-two together. (Maybe if they could, they wouldn't fall for some of their false-positives?) "Fine." Petra un-clicked her seatbelt and opened the driver-side door. “Let’s go. Ivy gets the attic, but she’s taking the salt.” Ivy followed her around to the trunk to fetch some of their gear. “As if a fucking condiment is going to stop the etherial forces of evil!” Admittedly, she was proud of that one. Petra was not so amused, as she stared at the green-haired girl and shoved a little bottle into her arms. “Take. The. Fucking. Salt.” ~~ Ivy had been right to get the group moving at least — setting up all the static cameras and bringing the monitors online swallowed what little remaining sunlight they had left. And Ivy took no time “proving” her point by carrying one of them all the way up into the attic before anyone else even managed to enter the house. Though, setting up the camera was only half of her mission. Once the camera was in place and on (she forgot to check that on an earlier investigation), she descended the creaky attic stairs and started poking open every door she came across in the hope of finding a bathroom. The house was pretty damn creepy. Not abandoned-creepy, though it had been ditched, apparently. The family had left too recently for there to be much of the decay characteristic of a “typical” haunted house. Rather, it was just a mess of random items and furniture — oddly not taken with the family when they moved. And a duvet haphazardly draped over a few stacked boxes had a way of looking like a hunched figure in the darkness. Finally, a bathroom. Ivy entered, clicked the lock on the door, side-eyed the mirror as she passed toward the niche where the toilet was. “FUCK!” “Whoa, whoa! Ivy?!” Troy’s heavy footsteps clomped up the stairs outside the bathroom, before he was frantically rattling the locked doorknob. “Are you alright— did you see something?!” The lock popped and Ivy opened the door only for Troy to muscle his way past her with his camcorder at the ready… Perhaps ill-advisedly, given the setting. “No. It’s just—” “Oh wow, that toilet is fucked. I bet you think that’s why they up-and-left, right?” Troy interrupted, kneeling down to gather unnecessary footage of the broken commode. He wasn’t wrong. The bowl was cracked in half, and the floor around it was mostly missing and the hole revealed the floor joists. “Twenty bucks says one of their kids broke it, didn’t tell the parents, since they didn’t want to get in trouble, and then the leak caused all this damage.” “Yeah, I don’t really care about that, Troy.” Ivy sighed and her face flushed. “I, just, kinda need to pee. I’m going to check for another bathroom downstairs.” “Want me to come with?” Troy said before he held his finger to his mouth. A loud creak rolled across the ceiling, as if something was walking around up in the attic. “NO!” Ivy hissed. “Shhh!” Troy again muscled past her, exited out into the hallway and began a sweep with his camera. ~~ The group gathered at the back of the SUV once the cameras were up to discuss their “plan of attack.” Ivy was the last to join them as she stiffly shuffled to the back of the huddle. “Better?” Troy whispered while Petra suggested an initial EVP sweep of the downstairs. Ivy’s frustrated expression coupled with the way her thighs were squeezed together answered his question. “Here,” Petra shoved a digital recorder into Ivy’s hands. “It’s already recording, so you don’t need to do anything.” She then handed Drew an EMF detector and pulled on the single head-mounted IR camera for herself. The group leader always got dibs on the cool stuff. “Does that sound good? Any questions?” “Uh, yeah — what if we need to pee, ‘cuz the toilet upstairs is broken, and there isn’t one downstairs?” Ivy smiled in an attempt to assuage the humiliation she was feeling, but she was getting pretty antsy. “Well, what do dogs do?” Drew asked with a chuckle as he clicked on the EMF-reader. “Fuck you, Drew! C-can we just, like, drive to a convenience store right quick—” “You can’t be serious, Ivy!” Petra groaned. “We just got everything set up!” “I know, b-but…” “Just hold it, for fuck’s sake!” Petra snapped. “And if you can’t, there’s plenty of backyard to pee on.” Drew shrugged. “I mean, it’s not ideal, but you gotta do what you gotta do.” “Look at where we are! How am I supposed to pee in the backyard — we’re in the middle of a subdivision, and this house doesn’t even have a fence!” “I mean, Drew’s got a point. If it’s that bad, you could just pop a squat against the side of the house… I doubt anyone will see you,” Troy added, this time filming a wiggling and increasingly angry Ivy from above. “I’m a girl. The ‘process’ is a little less discreet for me!” “Everyone, just shut up!” Petra shouted. “I’m not wasting another second out here when we’re supposed to be in there gathering evidence for a family so they don’t look insane anymore!” “I know, I’m sorry, but could we please go to a store or something?” Ivy pleaded. “It will be so quick, I promise!” “Grow up, Ivy.” Petra then stormed off toward the house. ~~ Things rapidly accelerated once the investigation started. It started with footsteps from the second floor ceiling, which eventually evolved into the sounds of a full scramble down the stairs. That one chilled Ivy. Sure, it could be the structure, but to the point of her team, they really did sound unnatural. Debunking the cold-spots also became increasingly more difficult as they seemed to move around. One of them “stood” waist-high near a bedroom window — a draft, surely. Until it migrated out into the hallway. And the entire kitchen seemed to drop ten degrees within a couple minutes of them asking questions. Then, there was the door slamming — the one to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. Ivy didn’t have an explanation for that one… The other three were all in the living room with her. Petra’s face flashed from a momentary horror to a wild grin as she realized that this house was wearing down Ivy’s skepticism. Ivy was happy to leave the building for a regroup before their respective “solitary” sessions. Ok, ok, so these things were definitely weird, but that didn’t mean ghosts existed… The possibility excited her, though, as she realized she might be accomplishing what she set out to do in the first place — albeit, in the opposite way she expected. But even being on the precipice of getting a life-altering piece of confirmation that these people around her weren’t just suggestible fools, excited her less than something else: the solitary investigation phase meant they were almost ready to wrap up for the night. They hadn’t planned to stay there for much longer than two hours that night, and that Ivy needed that to be the case. Trudging up and down that staircase had worked up a sweat, and worse, a thirst. She tried to be “cautious” and only take small sips out of a water bottle so she could keep her mouth from getting dry, but soon the bottle was empty. And by now, Ivy NEEDED to pee. Her kidneys mocked her insolence as they continued to fill her already achingly-full bladder. Worse, they did this with a torturously slow dribble. Whatever footage the team had gathered, at least half of it must have shown Ivy bobbing, bending, and full-on pee-dancing. She was in such agony that she didn’t care when she caught Troy’s camera pointed directly at her wiggling ass and arched back. She needed to pee so badly that even the “ghosts” weren’t really bothering her any more. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she awaited Petra’s return from her solitary run-through. Only Ivy would go into the attic. “Holy!—” Troy exclaimed as he grasped at his agape mouth with utter disbelief. His shaking hands fumbled around his pockets and around the monitor in the dark trunk as he looked for his walkie-talkie. “P-Petra, you need to come out here!” “What did you see?!” Drew threw himself onto the keyboard and mouse as he rolled back the footage. “N-no fucking way…” Petra’s voice crackled through the shitty speaker with the same question. “Apparition!” Troy shouted before he realized he hadn’t pressed down the button. “A-Apparition! You have to see this!” “Look, right as she rounds the top of the stairs. There.” Drew stabbed the spacebar. His fingernail clicked against the plastic screen as he shuddered with a mixture of fear and excitement. “What?” Petra jogged up to the back of the SUV only to be rendered completely speechless once she saw the monitor. “Th-that’s… creepy,” Troy said, finally breaking the silence. Ivy, who had taken a seat in the SUV to await her turn, mumbled a wavering “mhmm”, despite not really paying attention to what her team had just caught. The screen displayed a half-interlaced frame from the first-person footage of Petra’s head-cam. It was a shot from the top of the stairs leading to the second floor, looking in the opposite direction of the bathroom. The team had left the folding staircase to the attic down for easy access. It was right behind that staircase, visible through the gaps beneath each step. “I am so glad I didn’t see that. I was heading to the bedroom.” Petra said, apparently overwhelmed by the image. “Guys, that is the clearest image I have ever seen.” Drew backed away from the screen. “It’s completely irrefutable. Something is standing at the end of the hall.” “You can even make out the face.” Troy now used the cursor to trace over the elements, circling again and again like a fly looking for a place to rest. And based on the look of that thing, a fly would most certainly not be out-of-place. “I swear — that looks like it’s fucking screaming.” “Please d-don’t!” Petra shielded her face from the image, as if reality was settling in piece-by-piece. “I don’t want to look at it anymore.” She stepped back around the truck. “Who’s going in next?” Drew asked, perhaps rhetorically as the paleness overtaking Troy indicated that he had exactly no intention of volunteering. “ ‘Kay, g-guys,” Ivy started with gulp. “I-I know you want t-to do this whole ‘everyone goes in alone’ thing—” She paused to squeeze herself. “B-but, I’m literally gonna explode, here.” “We’re not leaving early, so no, Ivy,” Petra said monotonously as she held the steering wheel and stared out the windshield. “I’m not going in there with that!” Troy said from the back. “Sorry, not sorry — there is no way!” “Troy—” Petra started before she was cut off by Ivy. “Yep, thought so. S-so how about this? What if I go in there and d-do the attic and we just haul it to a fucking gas station when I’m done. I’ll get all the cameras too.” Petra looked back over the seats to the men still staring at the monitor. “P-please. I p-promise I won’t even rush it — I-I just need to know we’ll be out of here soon!” Petra sighed as both Drew and Troy shook their heads. “Fine.” “You can’t send her in alone with that! D-did you even look at this yet, Ivy?!” Troy protested. “N-nope. And, honestly… I d-don’t care.” Ivy said through gritted teeth. “Seriously, Petra?” Drew asked, resigned. “Well, she doesn’t believe in ghosts. We might as well give her the opportunity to get to see a real one,” Petra responded with the slightest grin. “Yep! Th-that! And, I got salt!” Ivy said with a smile, freeing up a single hand to shake the bottle like a tiny rattle. Whatever her team had “captured” was probably just another misinterpreted shadow or something… She could debunk that later, after she had a chance to pee. ~~ True to her word, Ivy didn’t rush her part of the investigation. She really couldn’t, given the fragility and fullness of her exhausted bladder. In through the front door. Up the really creaky staircase. Past the taunting, unusable bathroom. Turn left. Clomp-clomp-clomp up the steep attic stairs, and she was in position. “I-is anyone here who’d like to speak with m-me?” Ivy held out her tape recorder into the darkness. She pointed her flashlight beam toward the static camera to orient herself in the pitch-black attic. “C-can any presence here g-give me a sign?” This was followed by a loud bang or pop somewhere downstairs. Ice filled Ivy’s blood, but she quickly disregarded the coincidence, “G-good! Cool! Th-thank you!” She crossed her legs as she stood and bounced a bit. “We are the Nips — also known as the false-positive-hunters…” she muttered to herself as sweat ran off her forehead. She’d edit that out later. “Is th-there anyone here? C-can you do a bit more than just bang on some p-pipes?” Ivy reversed the crossing of her legs, in a weak attempt at easing her immense discomfort. “Nothing,” she said after a few seconds. And things continued as such for the next ten minutes — she would ask a question to an empty, old attic, and wait for the nothing that followed.” “Yep, yep. ‘Kay.” Ivy chirped excitedly once she realized her solo investigation was nearly over. “Pretty l-lame ghosts, guys,” she said as she turned to the static camera. Ivy froze. For the shortest moment, even her intense desire to urinate disappeared. The beam of her flashlight cast toward the bottom of the tripod — aimed low so as not to blot out the IR lens. No words entered her mind as her temples pounded with an intense fight-or-flight collision. Those weren’t supposed to be there. They blocked the view of the wall behind them, and they themselves were wrapped in the shadow of the tripod. They immediately dispelled any notion of “debunking”. They were a pair of legs. Ivy didn’t even scream — she couldn’t. The feet hung inches above the floor, toes pointed downward as if limp in death. The skin wrapped the bone tightly, emaciated like that of a mummy, and was a bruised gray in color. But just at the knee, the circle of Ivy’s flashlight cut-off, leaving the body beyond an implied silhouette. The door to the attic slammed shut, and this jolted Ivy back into consciousness. She spun around, her flashlight flailing wildly as she searched for the attic door. “Ivy— Ivy! What is it? What happened?!” Troy shouted through the radio. She whipped back around to the static camera only to see the plywood wall beyond. “Ivy.” Troy’s voice went low, slow, and serious. “Ivy. You need your salt right now.” She gulped as tears ran down her cheeks and she yanked the walkie-talkie to her lips. “W-what?! N-no, I’m leaving — Wh-where’s the fucking door?!” “Ivy. Listen. You need to draw a circle with your salt right now.” This was Drew. “N-no, I-if you just saw what I fucking saw!—” “Ivy. You can’t leave.” Finally, this was the voice of Petra. “It is just past the attic door. Circle, now.” Ivy again spun around, and angled the beam of her flashlight toward the floor in that direction, sheer panic taking hold as she realized her team could see what she could not. “STOP! Ivy, you do not want to see this. Draw. The. Fucking. Circle.” Again, this was Petra. Ivy’s arms could barely coordinate as she dug into her pocket and secured the small bottle. She had a difficult time spinning off the cap. She had to breathe, and calm herself. Before long, she was steadily pouring its contents out in a circle around herself. “No gaps, Ivy. It can’t have any gaps!” Drew’s voice broke through the speaker. Even he sounded panicked. Ivy delicately sat down in the circle, subconsciously crossing one thigh over the other. “G-guys, we really f-fucked this one up!” Drew must have been squeezing the button on the walkie-talkie, because it squelched after this before his voice came through once again. “I-Ivy, y-you didn’t, uh…” He paused, apparently to consult the rest of the team. “Y-you didn’t p-pee yourself when you saw it, d-did you?” Ivy’s heart fluttered in the adrenaline, as a certain biological reality once again made itself known. “N-no.” “Good.” This was Petra. “You are safe as long as you stay in that circle and the circle remains whole. Like, no gaps.” “Ok…?! What do I do now?!” Ivy’s eyes darted fruitlessly around the dark room, but she didn’t move her flashlight knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle whatever lurked within. “You can’t pee yourself, Ivy.” Troy said this utterly deadpan. “It’ll dissolve the salt… you have to hold it.” Panic, again. This time only tangentially related to the horror that surrounded her. “P-please tell me you’re joking.” “We are so sorry, Ivy…” Petra sounded utterly resigned. “W-we had no idea it would come to this.” “B-but…” “We would have t-taken you to a store earlier if we knew.” Drew sounded particularly upset. “There’s gotta be something she c-can do! Otherwise she’s gonna have to wait…” his words faded out as he moved away from the radio. Ivy swallowed hard. She squeezed her thighs together. “How long?” She dropped the walkie talkie onto the hardwood as the sound rustling rattled through the insulation in the eves. “You have to wait… t-two hours. Two hours ‘til sunrise.” Tears rolled down Ivy’s cheeks as a raspy moan came from behind the armoire. ~~ * ~~ Happy Halloween, guys! X)
  10. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    ~~ Happy Easter! ~~ What? I don't know what she's talking about! I would never padlock her into her bunny costume so she can't pee right before she goes out on stage to perform for the next two hours! 😉
  11. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    I mean, it might not be an emergency... but it is an emergency, if you know what I'm saying! 😆
  12. If you had to design a holiday themed around omorashi/desperation, what would it be like?
  13. Here in the U.K. we have quite a number of large holiday parks. They tend to have hundreds of caravans or chalets which are self catering and most have an entertainment complex with bingo, swimming pools, restaurants, kids entertainment, live music etc. I was at one of these places recently just as limits on social gatherings were lifted here so they could finally open to capacity. So there must have been up to 300 people in this complex mostly drinking, dancing and being entertained by shows, singers, bingo etc. I left early to return to my accommodation but I got an Emery from Facebook on my phone about the holiday park which read: ’please note that unfortunately due to a blockage we have had to temporarily close our ladies bathrooms in the complex tonight. Bathrooms are available in the restaurant next door or through in the changing areas of the pool. We are working on rectifying this urgently. Thank you for your patience.’ I know the restaurant only had two stalls in the ladies and the swimming was the same. The swimming would also have a very wet floor skidoo t think many would want to use those ones. judging by the comments on the sites Facebook page that night there were a lot of very desperate woman holding in the club not wanting to walk all the way back to their accommodation to pee and long queues in the restaurant ladies too. I’m sure there was a lot of very desperate evening walks going on in the large site as tipsy/drunk people made their way back to their chalets and caravans!
  14. The USA celebrates Thanksgiving as I write. Most years it's a time with family. "Our entire disfunctional family gets together and hopes no body phones the police." With self isolation many will send IMs and otherwise be alone. Anyone have omo plans?
  15. So I just got back from the Isle of Wight, it was a pretty good holiday and I had a lot of fun, aside from Wightlink messing with the times of our ferries in multiple occasions, but the important thing is I’m back and I have some stories to share. I’ll be posting just this one tonight as I’m tired, the rest I’ll post tomorrow I expect. Also, fun fact: if any of you were on the “St. Clare” Wightlink ferry last night, then you may well have seen me somewhere. Probably not as I was hiding from all the people for most of it though. Story 1, the first night in the tent: The site we were staying at was basically borderline glamping, as my mother refuses to do proper camping, but despite this the toilets were still in a separate block at the other end of the pitch. So naturally, when I climbed into bed at 19:00 after drinking 2 mugs of tea and a hot chocolate I knew I’d have to get up and go at some point, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. I stayed in bed reading until 23:30, and by then my bladder was feeling quite full, and I decided I should go now. It was dark, my iPad was on its lowest brightness setting as I didn’t want to wake anyone else up by shining lights at them. I immediately regretted my decision to wait until I really had to go before getting up, as the minute I stood up the pressure was magnitudes worse. It felt almost unbearable. I was just about able to hold it back by holding myself and crossing my legs. I had to climb over the bed my younger sister was sleeping in, and I nearly tripped and slid along the floor. If I had done so, I don’t think I could’ve withstood it. The next trial was unzipping the tent-flap-doorway-thing and stepping though it, I had to switch between holding myself and my iPad, while simultaneously unzipping a thing, and also dancing around to endure it all. At long last I got it open, but I was almost at my limit. I stepped into the main room, and spent several minutes jumping and dancing around, legs tightly crossed and my hand buried in my crotch, feeling the overpowering urge get stronger and stronger, while I tried to find my pyjama bottoms so I could walk to the bathrooms. “I have to hold it in! I’m here with my family!”, I thought to myself. Squirming still, I eventually gave up, grabbing a towel to cover myself with I decided I was just going to have to run up their naked. I kept searching however, for my shoes. Every second I felt the need get stronger, it was getting worse and worse, I might not make it if I leave it another minute. ”J-just a little longer... they have to be here... s-somewhere...”, I mumbled, feeling my stretched and aching bladder twinge at the mere thought of using a toilet. Luckily, I found my shoes. Unfortunately, some blithering idiot had poured a bottle of water over them, and they were soaked. I grabbed at myself even harder, and tried desperately to resist the urge as I put my foot in. It was too much, I couldn’t, the cold, wet shoe was enough to make my bladder almost give out in desperation. I gave up on my shoes, and double crossed my legs. I stood for a minute by the main tent entrance, both hands pressing harder than ever on my urethra, refusing to let even a drop escape, dancing around. The urge weakened a little, and with a squirm and a fidget I loosened my legs. It was still agonising to walk, but I knew I had to. I struggled and fumbled to get the entrance open. “A-ahh.. if dad’s padlocked this I definitely won’t make it long enough to find the key...”, I moaned, wanting to cross my fingers for luck, but they were to busy for me to do that. By some immense luck, the entrance was unlocked, and I barely managed to make it though before almost collapsing of my knees. I bent down a little, trying to angle myself in the least painful way, knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer. I forced myself to start moving again, and I sprinted towards the toilet blocks, holding the towel around my self in addition to my weakening bladder. If I didn’t have the best night vision of anyone in my family since the 1940’s (my siblings have some of the worst ever; my sister can’t see anything if she’s in a room with the lights off.) I’m not sure I could’ve done it as it was pitch black and I lacked a torch. I had to stop sprinting quickly, but I kept moving at a slower pace. I thought I might miraculously make it, until the rain started. As always with the United Kingdom, the weather is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get; but it’ll definitely be some kind of rain. I almost lost control were I was standing, but by sheer willpower I was able to continue. Shockingly, I made it to the bathrooms, shivering and fidgeting, my poor, overloaded bladder wanting to let it all out. “J-just... j-just a... few more steps...”, I murmured between moans. I sprinted again into a cubicle. The feeling was amazing, the last few hours of very badly pent up pee came pouring out at immense speed, the relief was incredible. Somehow, I’d survived it. End of Story 1:
  16. So this is an idea I had a while ago, and after some thought I’ve decided it could make a good story. While it is mostly fictional, it does adapt some real life people, locations, and events, but not to the extent where I could say it is based off of one. Also, sorry for not posting, I keep forgotting. A bunch of stuff has happened irl, including the breaking of both my monitor, my desk, my chair, and my leg. (Well actually I suspect it’s just dislocated, but my dad thinks it’s broken. I refuse to go to A&E after last time however, so I’ll be having my Nan who’s a doctor have a look at it before I decide if it’s worth going to the doctors over.) Intro I looked up at my friend, Karen, feeling a combination of terror, panic and anger. My carefully laid plans were collapsing around me. I’d been planning this holiday for ages, and as always, I’ve done considerable research and knew exactly what I thought we’d be doing: My family own a share in a villa, and I’d got permission from them for my friend to join us this year. I don’t always go with my family these days, but I’d decided to this time, and I thought it might be nice to bring a friend along for once. Strangely enough, they had accepted, despite them usually being very overprotective of me and not liking me interacting with people they don’t closely know, but maybe this was because they missed having me round for the holidays. I’d worked out that me and Karen could take an early flight, and then my family could come out later. I personally like early flights for whatever reason, but my family hate getting up early, and would rather fly in the afternoon. I didn’t mind however as I thought it’d give me and Karen a chance to have lunch while we waited and I could show her round some of the places near the airport. I’d even planned for a couple of hours of delay, as airports have ruined more of my plans than anything else by delaying flights. BUT OF COURSE THE AIRLINE HAD TO THROW A SPANNER IN THE WORKS The airline cancelled my family’s flight. The one thing I hadn’t planned for. Of course. And to add insult to injury, they wouldn’t own up immediately either; me and Karen waited in Faro airport for a good 4 hours before we recieved a text from my mum saying they’d just been told their flight wasn’t just delayed, it was cancelled. And worse than that, the flights for the rest of the week were fully booked. “This is the problem with flying in August!” I thought to myself, wishing my mum didn’t insist on traveling in the height of summer... End of Intro
  17. I just wanted to wish the staff and all members of this site a very Merry Christmas/Hannukah and/or Quanza from your bunny girl :3 Enjoy the holiday season!
  18. Croatia what a lovely place, stunning scenery, lovely weather charming people. We (myself, Sarah and the boys) stayed in a static caravan on a holiday park a stones throw from the beach, idyllic. Well that's my advert for Croatia now onto the details I hope you want to hear. So accounts of Sarah's mishaps only, no photos, no off topic discussions. I didn't have to wait long to encounter Sarah;s first mishap of the holidays, in fact we had been in the caravan less than ten minutes. I was unloading the car, (everything bar the kitchen sink it seemed) and putting it on our bed to be put away. I had asked for help from the boys however they had immediately gone off exploring. Having emptied the car I headed for the toilet, I pulled open the door, to be greeted by Sarah naked from the waist down, legs apart cleaning herself. The basin was full of soapy water, she had a towel in her hand, and her knickers still containing a panty liner and a knee length cotton skirt were on the floor of the shower. “Do you mind” she said abruptly “Shut the door” I did as asked but not before taking in the full glory of Sarah stood exposing her stubbled pubic area at the top of her pale but perfectly shaped legs. I went back to the bedroom and started to unpack knowing she would have to come in to get some dry clothes which she did a few minutes later, the towel wrapped around her waist. She proceeded to put on some clean knickers before removing the towel. I was going to ask about her accident but it was the start of the holiday and I didn't want to cause friction between us on the very first day. Most days we went to the beach Sarah read her book and chilled while I played with the lads in the sea. Sarah has never been one for going in the sea. It was noticeable however that at least 3 or 4 times a day she would go for a paddle and sit in the water for a few minutes. Most of the time she was going for a pee though sometimes I could see she was wet before she sat down, in this case she was clearly going to clean up and wash away the incriminating evidence. It was half way through the holidays and apart from numerous pairs of soiled panties and the odd stained pair of shorts I had not witnessed anything like I had hoped considering we were in such close proximity with little chance of hiding a mishap. That was until the Saturday night. We had gone to the camps Saturday evening entertainment which finished with a disco. Sarah was wearing a white thigh length top, short black skirt and black leggings as it did get cool in the evenings, though I do think the leggings were a cover for the high absorbent panty liner she was wearing which would have been visible in such a short skirt. The entertainment had concluded and we started the 800 yard walk back to the caravan. Sarah and I were holding hands and chatting the boys having disappeared into the distance racing to see who could get back first. Sarah paused and held her stomach. “Are you OK darling” I enquired “I need the toilet” she replied “Its only another few hundred yards can you hold on” “I think so” she replied However we had gone no more than a few strides when I heard her begin to swear under her breath and I looked down to see pee streaming over her high heeled shoes, so much for the panty liner I thought. “Keep walking” I said almost having to drag her along. “Its dark people wont notice just keep walking” She did though by the time we got to the caravan she really was obviously walking like someone in wet pants, which off course she was. I open the door and ushered the lads off to play ball for a while in order to avoid the awkward questions. I nipped back to see how she was and get an eyeful. She even thanked me for being understanding.
  19. From the album: My friends and I~

    Rosalina and Alice Thorn enjoying a comfy, cushy Christmas together~<3
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