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Hello, friends! I’m in dire need of your assistance! So, I saw this video a while back of a Latina woman in some article of red(?) clothing dancing in front of a door saying she needed to pee and asking whomever was inside to open the door. As the video went on, more women joined her at the door, one of them pregnant, all equally desperate and all echoing her pleas to be let inside to pee. Their accents were rather thick, I think Colombian, but I’m not sure. These videos below seemed to have been filmed in the same place as the one I’m after, hopefully that helps. Thanks in advance! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b90c08ae1f01#1 https://www.redtube.com/29273591 WARNING: Partial Nudity, this last girl is naked from the waist up! https://www.tube8.com/amateur/desperate-milf-with-eraser-tip-nipples-wets-yoga-pants-pee-desperation/58624691/

Intro Hello all!~ I wanted to take the time to log all of my experiences, on the omorashi discord so that I may never forget them!~ I've been on there for a few months now, and I must say I've had a lot of fun! But far too much for me to put down in one story, so I'm gonna divide them up into parts of what I deem to be the best! For part 1, I'm gonna log what only happened on my first few days!! First Arriving So upon my first time dropping into the discord, I introduced myself, tried to talk to everyone, and learn how it all works, and I met someone who would become a friend of mine! I have no idea if she'd be okay of me writing about everything we've done together so I'll just call her K! K taught me all the bot commands and how to log your holding sessions using the bot, and for the next four or so hours, I was committed to holding!~ I wasn't exactly talked to by anyone besides her, for a while, eventually I met another girl who we'll call M! Now, M enjoyed playing the role of Mommy, and offered to K and I for the evening, so my holding turned into a little impromtu contest!~ We would taunt one another whenever it got really hard for us to hold it, and all that jazz! The loser had to be the "baby sister" in our little group - which included wearing a diaper! First Holding Now as for the holding itself! Because I realize some people would wanna know how all that went down! It started just me drinking water every once and a while, I was praised by quite a few people for having a strong bladder! It wasn't until I compared myself to others stories that I learned that my ability to hold was a lot better than most, so that's cool! ^w^ After about 2 hours of regular water intake, M started to give us challenges!! Fun stuff~ Such tasks included but are not limited to *Listening to water trickling sounds on loop the whole time *Pressing on my bladder *Sitting down with my legs spread out *Standing in the air doing the splits *Laying flat on my stomach pressing on my bladder It was a lot of tough stuff in my opinion! And I gotta say the water sounds WAY WAY WAY worse than I EVER thought it could, just listening to it made me sooooo desperate, and want to let go, I don't understand! I guess your mind controls a lot! Beyond that the one that got me the most, was laying flat on the ground, the first time I did it, I got a big wet spot on my pants, and I asked if that meant I lost, but M said it was just a leak, and you only lose if you fully go, Here's how the contest went with some examples! Sisterly Teasing Desperation Causes spelling mistakes! Getting difficult! The Outcome weeeeeell... Turns out the third time truly is the charm as I found myself laying flat on the ground blushing a deep deep red, peeing myself unable to stop no matter what~ I had lost. UmU I really tried my best! Don't think that I gave up on purpose, I wanted to win! Everyone had been telling my all day that my bladder was so strong, and I was inclined to believe them! >///< Alas, not strong enough, (Not because I'm weak, but because K had an unfair start of starting to hold 2 HOURS AFTER ME NO FAIR!!! >m<) Hehe. Once I had lost, I was subject to a LOT of teasing for the rest of the day, I had to be called the little sister, and even call myself a baby as I put on a diaper for the rest of the day while K got to go to the potty like a big girl. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun though! I'd like to share some of my favorite moments of the post wetting teasing if okay with you all? I only smile when looking at these! Just noticed that the second bit of images don't have labels! Just so you know almost all of them are K! The only one that's M is the second message in me losing! Me losing~ Getting Ready for diaper time~ Teasing~ A good sister always asks if things are okay!! One day I'll be a big girl! Did you pee yourself at 19? >w< Diaper status : On! As you can kinda see I was slipping into little space at the end there!~ And spent some time in it having a relaxing no potty afternoon with my sister! Conclusion For a first encounter I've gotta say, I miss that first day, the starts just sort of aligned, you know? Everything came together for something perfect that morning/afternoon, and I wish I could relive not even for the wetting but just for the time I got to spend with friends~ That's not my last story - or even the most embarrassing! - but it's my favorite!! It's just so sweet in my opinion. Well that's that! I hope you enjoyed the story and you got some sort of entertainment out of reading it~ If anyone's curious here were my stats!

View File Pembles ManyVids - Pembles the Piss Baby In this video, Pembles is desperate to pee but the bathroom is locked. She knocks and waits until she can't hold it anymore and pisses her jeans. Submitter GoTeamVenture Submitted 05/09/2020 Category Female  

Hello there! So this week has basically been a series of me getting distracted from the omo fiction I've wanted to write for a while. I'll have some fantasies written up on this forum eventually, but, in the meantime, I hope you'll enjoy an entry from my memory bank! This is one I can remember with extreme clarity, since it's one I go over often in my best fantasies. So, strap in, this will be pretty long. My current partner is amazing, and everything I've ever wanted in a man. Ever since I hit puberty, I've had a thing for "soft boys", and he nails it. He's not only sensitive, shy, playful, and sweet, he's also devilishly handsome in the nerdiest way possible. If you think of Jeff Goldblum in Independence Day, or Adam Conover in a sweater and slacks, that's his general aesthetic. We've been together about 2 years now and it's been the happiest time in my life, but this story is from when we had only been together for a few months, when we were still a little reserved around each other, and before he knew I was into omorashi. Our hometown has a superb annual city Summer arts festival. They shut down a portion of downtown that includes a park from dawn to dusk, and dedicate it to local artisans, dancers, performers, musicians and actors. They start off the day with small-time theater performances, and then they go on to allow buskers and living statues to do their thing while people wander around eating ice cream, deep fried delights, even full meals that the local immigrant population is known for, and shopping at stalls run by regional craftsmen. As the sun sets, they light up the main stage for the city's larger musicians and bands. I bought one of my most prized possessions there one year, and met some wonderful friends. It's a great place to make memories, and for myself and my partner on that day, it was a great place to go on a date. We weren't going to do the full day, instead choosing to stroll down the little paths hand-in-hand in the park, buying some little crafts, some jewelry, and sampling some delicious food. We had some fantastic local lunch and dinner specialties, some deep fried ice cream with deep fried Oreos, sundaes, and soft drinks. Since he was driving, I got to help myself to several bottles of our resident brewery's limited-batch beer. Between the beer and my partner's habit of always keeping well-hydrated, we eventually noticed that the city planners must have drastically underestimated how many people were going to be there. There were only five port-a-potties to service a crowd of about 2,000. The park's standing bathrooms had a line going around the building for both sexes, and we both had to pee. We had looked at the set list for the evening's musical performances, ultimately deciding we weren't dying to see any of them, and here we made our first mistake. We decided we weren't going to stand in line for the bathrooms, rather just head to a nearby Starbucks where we were planning on meeting some after the shows, grab a table, and use the bathroom there. As we drifted out of the festival, we made our second mistake. The Starbucks was about 15 blocks away, definitely walkable but not the shortest trip. Between both our growing needs to go, and my sleepy half-drunk fog, we instead opted to drive. It shouldn't be a long drive, we thought, it's after rush hour, we'll be headed away from the mainstay of traffic, we'll be fine! Spoiler alert: We were not fine. What should have been a 20-minute walk turned into a 40-minute drive, between one-way roads, the roads cut off to redirect traffic towards the festival, general Friday-night chaos and just the sheer number of people. My partner and I tried to keep each other distracted, talking about other things, cracking jokes, but somehow it always came back to "Fuck, I need to pee." I was in worse shape, since my lust for the whole situation made me feel every little twinge around my crotch more intensely. I could feel my urethra burning while I clenched, trying my best not to hold myself in front of this sweet new boy I'd been dating. I took a moment to steady myself and stare out the darkening window; in the reflection I saw my partner grab his dick and squeeze, trying to be subtle while I stared out at the city's lights. That certainly didn't help either situation for me. Finally, we got close enough to the Starbucks to start searching for a parking space. I was getting really desperate, so I asked if he could pull over and I could jump out so I could run in and grab a couple seats for us while he found somewhere to park. He obliged, and I jogged the rest of the way over, trying hard not to jostle my bladder full of beer and soft drinks. The Starbucks was packed, beyond what I was expecting. Wall-to-wall people, crammed around tables and talking in such a din, you could barely hear the employees shouting drink orders. I let out a near-inaudible groan when I noticed the line of about 10 people long for one of the two single-stalled, all-gender bathrooms at the back of the restaurant. I joined the back of the line, my bladder throbbing against my tight-fit jeans, just ready to burst. I was still tipsy, and that didn't help matters. I tried to keep my eyes ahead, but, as people in various states of distress joined the line, I couldn't stop thinking about people losing control, finally letting go and wetting themselves. The hot woman directly head of me was wearing a purple pencil-cut dress and high-heeled boots. She clearly really needed to go, as her hips kept swaying and she'd shift from foot to foot. In my haze, I could only imagine her finally giving up, a line of pee from her dress to the floor and down both legs, filling those huge boots. None of this was helping, as I was now horny, tipsy, and desperate. After about 10 minutes of leaning on the wall, deep breathing, and banal chatter with the people around me about the local football team, I was finally at the front of the line. The woman in front of me in line came out with a satisfied smile on her face I tried hard not to notice, and I did my best to stay nonchalant, resisting the urge to dart into the bathroom I needed so badly. I can still remember this in great detail, as I stepped up to the threshold, a voice chimed in my ear, "Can I come in with you?" It was my partner. He must have found a place to park and rushed in. "Why?" His reply came in a quick whisper, "I don't think I can make it through the line." "Yeah, c'mon." I ducked in and stepped aside so he could follow me and shut the door. As soon as he got the door locked, both hands shot to his crotch. I was surprised, having never seen him so shameless before. I still fantasize about him that night, looking up at me and pleading, "Can I go first? Please. I'm already going." The last part in a pitiful whisper. "Yeah, sure." I put aside my own desperate need for the toilet, and leaned against the sink, bracing for what was about to happen. He rushed over to the toilet, fiddled with his fly, pulled out his leaking penis, and let go a roaring stream of pale-yellow pee into the water. He whimpered, steadying himself against the wall, as my own bladder and clit throbbed together. I crossed my legs in a delicious agony, watching in awe as he pissed for at least a minute and a half. Finally, once he finished, I couldn't take it anymore. Before I could even get my zipper down, my bladder exploded into my jeans, and I had no hope of stopping it. I wrenched down my clothing, darting to the toilet before my partner even had time to step away, and relaxed completely. He said something along the lines of "Whoa, you had to go," but I was too wrapped up in my own relief to pay attention. I gushed into the toilet, at least matching him in noise if not volume. He went to wash his hands, and I sighed and swore to myself, feeling every little drop flow out of me, and my bladder lifting away from the nerves around it. Once my stream became a trickle, I realized exactly how much I had wet myself. I flushed red, noticing the basketball-sized stain on the front of my jeans, and embarrassed at just how aroused I was. Had that been my own bathroom at home, I would've laid on the floor and just gone to town, but for now I had to deal with the situation at hand. I cleaned myself up (near impossible with how wet I was but I managed), flushed, and washed my hands while my partner watched the ceiling out of respect. I ended up just going out into the Starbucks with my wet jeans, since there was really no way to deal with it. My sheer black top barely came down to cover my belly button, and there was no hope of using it to cover the stain. Being the middle of Summer, we were both in short sleeves without hoodies, so it wasn't as though I could wrap something around myself. My partner walked in front of me to the table, to lessen the number of people who gave me funny looks. A few spritzes of perfume so I didn't smell like pee, and we were ready to hang out with our friends while I covertly let myself dry under the table. At the risk of this turning into an absolute novel, this was the event that finally got me to tell him about my kinks. Omorashi isn't my partner's thing, but he will occasionally indulge me and put on a show of getting desperate and nearly wetting himself. It's done nothing but great things for my sex life, and I'm glad I let him know. Hopefully this wasn't too much of a wall of text, I just personally love this experience and it's a common memory to go over. Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it!