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This is a classic from the Female Desperation site (Shara and Ger) Many years ago I used this particular story to help explain to a girlfriend what I was really into and how I would love a kinky date to go - and it worked! Suzzie's Hold It By: Nigel I’ve never known a need to pee like it. I was so desperate as we pulled up outside his house I thought I was going to die. My legs were crossed so tight I didn’t dare move. He came round to open the car door for me but I just sat there, convinced that if I moved I’d pee a flood in my knickers, which were now stretching to accommodate the swelling of my over full bladder. We’d been into town for a few drinks and half way through, as I rose to go to the Ladies he had asked me not to, saying it turned him on so much so see a lady bursting for the loo would I mind waiting until we got home. I’d fancied this guy for ages and would do anything for him. Without even thinking I just said, “Okay!” and sat right back down. I didn’t feel it was an unusual request. I’ve always been pretty broad minded, besides I’ve known through experience that having a fairly full bladder can enhance my sexual appetite and I really wanted to please this guy tonight. It was our third date and we both knew where we would end up afterwards. It had been ages since I’d last made love and I couldn’t wait to see this guy in all his glory. Anyway he made me sit there for another hour and a half and kept buying me drinks until I had to ask him to stop or I’d wet myself. By the time we left I must have had three pints or more. Normally I’d have been well gone by then but all I could think about was getting to a loo and having a longed for wee. I actually asked him if I could just go a little bit before we left but he shock his head and just steered me past the door to the Ladies. I craned my head backwards, looking longingly at the door, my bladder shrieking its concern as more trickles filled it beyond its normal pressure. I was literally aching to go as we stood by his car, not a desperate, “I’ve got to piss any second” kind of desperate, just a very full heavy dull ache. Sitting in his car was a great relief and I settled back to endure the ride back to his place. A little while into the journey I found his hand wandering towards my aching belly, pressing gently against my short skirt. I lifted my blouse clear with one hand and pulled the waistband of my skirt so he could reach inside and touch the firm bulge of my bladder. His eyes lit up at the firm rigidness and I gazed in some alarm at the now huge straining bulge I was having to contain. Almost at once the urge to pee increased alarmingly. After a few minutes I was glad to have him withdraw and I let my skirt again rest on my aching bladder. It was beginning to take every ounce of will not to reach a hand under my skirt and press against my pee hole. Instead I crossed my legs tight. I looked across to see him smiling and I noticed a pleasant bulge developing in his trousers. Smiling myself I reached out a hand of my own and gave him a firm squeeze. He grunted with pleasure. For the next five minutes or so I kept caressing him, by which time the frantic need of my condition started to take overwhelming priority once more. It was then that we turned into his road and he spun into the driveway. The sudden realisation of how near I was to a loo sent shock waves of desperation spinning through me and I had to clamp down with all my might to prevent an accident. I sat there rigid as he came round and opened the passenger door. It was a full minute before I dared move. Clambering out I was hopping up and down on the spot as he locked the door. I kept glancing nervously around, terrified that a neighbour might see me in such a condition. At last he made his way down the path towards the front door and I trotted dutifully behind him, again hopping on the spot as he struggled with the front door key. “Where’s your loo?!” I stammered as I stepped inside ahead of him, both hands instinctively now pressed into my crotch. “There’s no hurry for that is there?” He said with a sly grin. “ I’d love to hold longer for you,” I said “ But I’m really bursting!” Thoughts of sex or coffee were rapidly being cast aside right now as all I could think about was getting inside his toilet. “Five more minutes.” He said, “Then I’ll let you go.” I glanced at my watch as if that would give me a clue as to whether I could hold on. Grimacing I nodded my agreement, glancing upstairs to see if I could catch site of where the loo was. My hands were still pressing urgently against my crotch as he steered me into the living room and then through to the kitchen. He fussed around filling a kettle while I stood leaning back against one of the units with my legs twisted together. The kettle flicked on, he steered me back into the living room and urged me to sit on the sofa. He sat next to me and we kissed. I crossed my legs again as his hand wandered up my thigh. I so wanted him to touch me there so I released my hands from my lap, praying I would be able to hold on for just a few more minutes. His hand slowly rose towards my panties and his fingers inched inside to my swollen pussy lips. I was almost thrusting against his hand as his fingers felt along the length of my slit before curving upwards. I don’t know how he did it but he found a spot right against my pee hole and the pressure of his fingers there felt so wonderful. His other hand had found the zip of my skirt and was gently inching it downwards. I wanted to tell him to stop as I needed to pee sooo badly but at the same time I needed to be out of that skirt as the pressure of the waistband on my bladder was excruciating. I eased my bum off the sofa and allowed him to ease my skirt off. Instantly he reached for my knickers. Oh God how I wanted him to slow down but at the same time continue. My senses were ablaze and despite my urgent need to pee I was lusting after him like I’d never lusted after anyone before. I let him inch my panties off and as they slipped to the floor we both gazed in wonder at the fullness of my bladder just for a few split seconds. Then I was all over him. I spun round and frantically leaned over him, hurriedly snapping open the buttons on his shirt and with his help yanking it free. Instantly I was working at the buckle of his belt and then yanking down his zipper. I reached inside his boxers for his dick while my other hand found its way back between my own legs as urgent messages again surged towards my bladder. He pulled off his jeans while I rubbed his hardness. I had suddenly turned from being frantic to pee to being frantic for sex in almost an instant. He peeled off my blouse and bra leaving us both now totally naked. I knew if I stopped for an instant I’d pee myself. I was so full it was hurting with every movement but I had to have him. His hands were squeezing my tits. I threw him back on the sofa and plunged my mouth onto his, kissing forcefully. His hands fell behind to my buttocks, which were quivering madly as the muscles of my bladder started to relax. Grimly I wedged myself tight shut. His hands felt around my bum to my dripping pussy. I was so wet down there I could have taken a shaft of steel! For a few moments his hand rubbed my cunt while I reached again for his dick and rubbed him to the point of cumming. At that point he shrieked his dismay and I stopped just in time. Hurriedly I lay back on the sofa and instantly the pressure in my bladder became unbearable. Something had to give, and very, very soon! I knew I was going to let rip with a burst of pee any second and told him so. He didn’t care, but quickly parted my thighs. I knew I’d lost any hope of control so I just let him, hanging grimly on to my fading sphincter muscles until the last possible moment. Suddenly he was inside me. His mammoth dick sliding gracefully inside my expectant love canal. Even with him inside me I could feel myself starting to lose the battle. I could sense tiny trickles leaking into my urethra. With his dick inside up to the hilt he started pounding quite softly at first. He was leaning over me, trying hard not to press down on my bladder but it was so terrible swollen by now he couldn’t help but nudge against it now and then. I felt myself let go a burst of pee which filled my pee canal but couldn’t get any further due to the fullness of his dick thrusting inside me. At that point I came and just lay back with my eyes closed in absolute heaven. The little burst of pee had proved enough to withhold from any further leaks until he had finished and as he did so a minute or two later I came again. Panting we just lay there for a minute or two until I eased him off. I was terribly in need of a wee again and as he eased his dick out the short tantalising burst I’d let go earlier trickled out, barely a trickle in fact. I staggered to my feet, and smiling naked in front of him with a bladder the size of a small melon I asked politely, “Do you mind telling me where your toilet is now?!” He smiled and directed me upstairs. As lady like as I could I walked slowly towards the stairs and went up. I knew I had never held so much pee in my life and didn’t want to waste the opportunity of seeing just how much. In my younger days I’d measured a hold of 1.3 litres. Curiosity got the better of me and instead of using the loo I squatted over an empty waste paper bin and let rip. I peed for simply ages, on and off. In fact I was in there so long he came up to see if I was okay. I hadn’t locked the door, so invited him in. After a look of shock disappeared he was as keen as I was to see how much I’d held. Downstairs afterwards we measured it at an incredible 1.45 litres! With the tiny trickle I had let go earlier we settled on a figure of 1.5 !! I was so pleased and just the thought made me so randy we were very soon upstairs enjoying another session in his bedroom. Nigel.

Pee scenes in media are fairly common, but ones where the actors pee for real are much rarer. So I was pleasantly surprised to find this scene from the recent Spanish TV show Autodefensas. It's one of the most explicit female peeing scenes I've seen in mainstream media, with full frontal from both actresses. Plus some brief butt shots. What's not to love? Preview:

Warning: This story is pretty graphic. If you didn't read the tags, well, let me clarify: Theory of a Wet Boy contains plenty of sexual content, especially fetishes. I'm also pretty sure it's not for those less than 18 years of age. If you're offended by one or more parts of this, I suggest clicking off the story. Anyway, let's get on with it, because it's not gonna read itself! Characters: Tracy, George Act 1: Locked In Narrative: "One day, after school, a young girl named Tracy and her shy male friend George walked the halls aimlessly. They were locked inside with no one else in the building. She was quite horny and wanted to toy with George for as long as possible." Tracy: "Wow... this place is huge! Not gonna lie, I'm kinda glad we're all alone here. I mean, who better to walk with than you, George?" George: "Heh heh. Yeah, I guess it's relaxing for me after all I've gone through before we first met here." (He sticks his hand under his pants, trying feebly to hide the fact that he seriously needed to go to the bathroom.) T: (She notices George's actions.) "George, why are you touching yourself? Is this turning you on? Do you want me to rub your wee-wee and make you feel better?" (She turns and notes the camera on ceiling.) "Well, it's gonna hafta wait until we get somewhere more... ideal. 😏" G: (He blushes at Tracy's brash speech.) "Uhhh, what are you saying, Tracy? I'm n-not aroused b-b-b-by any means! I just-" T: " *sigh* Look, I know you're touching yourself, George. You should seriously stop it unless we're to get in trouble for jizzing in our pants." N: "George was shocked. How did his best friend know of his mortifying plight? How could she say such things? Was she all right in the head? Why did she assume the security cams were on at this time of day, with no one to monitor them? And for the love of God, since when did she become so nosy?! She always respected his privacy!" G: "T-t-t-t-that's not what's happening at all! I just have to pee really bad!" T: "OMG... you don't know the difference between pee and cum?" Both: "What?!" G: "Tracy, w-w-what are you talking about?! What do you think I'm touching myself for?!" T: "*sigh* *to herself* Some things never change... *to George* Listen to me. When I first became sensually aroused, it was weird and scary for me, too. The thing is, you need to realize when it happens and resist the urge to grope the nearest member of the opposite sex. Sensual arousement can happen to anyone. *deep breath* I'll let you in on a little secret, George. I still get aroused from time to time, and I always know where to alleviate the feeling." G: "I already told you, I'm not aroused!" T: "Oh, is that so, George? Then I'll have to ask you a question. Please answer it calmly so I can affirm the feels you have at the moment." G: "*deep breathing* Okay. What's the question?" T: "...Are you trying to hide a bulge down there?" G: (He shakes his head.) T: "Is your penis hard and extending like a lightsaber?" G: (Again, he shakes his head.) "No... mmmmmmfffffmmmmm!" (He jumps up and down in desperation.) T: "😳 Ohhhhh. I see now. You were telling the truth. Well, now that you say that, I kinda hafta pee, too... but not so bad I'd hop like a bunny to convey it." (She considers her options: "If I make him pee here, he'll just cry like a big baby over it. And the school's doors are locked up tight, so I can't access the school's plants and trees. Welp, I guess there's only one way to make him open his floodgates and not cry...") "I honestly don't know where the nearest bathroom is, but I'll try to navigate us there as fast as possible. So come on, George! Pretend that you're a rabbit and hop-follow me!" G: "O-o-o-o-o-okay, T-tracy. Lead the way! And hurry!" T: "Oh! I almost forgot about something!" G: "W-w-w-what might that b-b-b-be?" T: "It's a homemade treatment for men's desperation! This is guaranteed to work, no matter what! Just one thing, though: what do you want to feast your eyes on? Upstairs where a pervert's eyes dart to? Or downstairs where the holes are?" G: "Uh... I... don't really care..." T: "🤔 Okay. I'll take off my downstairs clothing... and yours, too. Is that okay?" G: "No... just take off y-y-your pants." T: (She takes off her socks and shoes and opens her backpack to put clothes in it. She begins unbuttoning her shorts and unzipping her fly.) "Heeeeeere goes! I hope you like whatcha see! 😋" (And just like magic, her shorts fall down to reveal a naked vulva with sparse pubic hair.) G: (He now has an erection.) "SHEEEEEEEEESH, Tracy! That's hot!" T: (She laughs in an embarrassed yet playful manner upon seeing George's bulge. Her now-exposed vulva is seeping with love syrup.) "I knew you'd get hard seeing my peach fuzz! And now you should feel less desperate, right?!" G: "Mm hmm." T: "Great!" (She turns around, then puts her shorts, socks, and shoes into her backpack, bending over so George can see more of her butt.) G: "Whoa! You sure this is what you had in mind?" T: "Yup! Now come on, before you get flaccid and desperate again!" Act 2: Out of Order, Into Chaos N: "The two made a mad dash down the hall. After a few moments, they finally arrived at the bathrooms." G: "*to himself* Okay... calm down, George. This is it." T: "And here we are! The public restrooms! *sniffs the scent of pee* This smells ironically amazing!" G: "Tracy! This is not the time for gross observations! The men's room is dirtier than my room at home! So, can we please use the ladies' room and try not to stink up the place?" T: "Hmmmm... let me check the door to the ladies' room..." (She looks at the door. "Out of order, huh? I wonder how George would react to this... 🤔") "George, I don't know how to say it, but the ladies' room is... well... put bluntly, it's out of order." G: "We can't use the girls' room?! What are they doing in there?!" T: "🤷‍♀️ I dunno. There's no one else here, so maybe they saved it for tomorrow." G: "So?! Let me see!" (He charges into the door, only to bruise his shoulder and lose his erection.) "It's locked!" T: "(She notices that George's penis went limp.) Oh. No. 🤦‍♀️ *to herself* You've got to be... fingering me in the bum... Anyway... *to George* Let's just go to the men's room, okay? I don't mind the smell there. And I could see your wee-wee if you got your pants off!" G: "Uhhhhhhhhh.......uhhhhhh!" (He's doubled over right now.) T: "OH MY GOSH! Just try to hold it in a bit longer, okay?! The urinals are just through this door!" (She notices... a padlock, right then and there!) "*Gasp* This one's locked too! Hang on, George! I've got a lockpick!" *lock-picking noises* N: "After two minutes of trial and error, Tracy picked the lock. The door squeaked open. And George could finally relieve his pulsating bladder!" T: "George! Get up! We're almost there!" (She starts squirming as well.) "GRAB MY HAND, GEORGE!" (She pulls George up, not noticing the leak on his pants.) G: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" (He leaks a bit more. He shuffles his feet, inch by inch, and leaks more, drop by drop. Eventually, his urine formed a trail marking his path.) "I... can't hold it in! Uhhhhhh! Uwaaaaa!" T: (She smiles and starts dancing the Macarena with her legs crossed in a humorous attempt to hold in her urine.) "Speak for yourself, pretty boy! I'm just starting to make my own little puddle of pee after thinking about the weather near my house! It's pouring freezing rain and hail! Uhhh! With high windchills and wind speeds up to 69 MPH, it must feel like 253.15 Kelvin! Agh! And there's thunderstorms raging across the city!" G: "I don't care about what's going on outside OR your scientific descriptions! ALL. I. WANT. IS. TO. PEEEEEE!" T: "Well calm down there, you worrywuss of a buddy! 'Cuz there's one thing that's not going to happen..." (She stops dancing the Macarena and uncrosses her legs.) "I'm not going to pee in the urinals..." G: "...You're not...?" T: (She gets her shorts and socks back from her backpack onto her butt and feet, then buttons up her shorts and zips her fly.) "Because I'm too lazy to do so." G: "...You're just gonna give up?! ... No. I won't stand for this. We're at the goal!" (He pulls down his pants, revealing his boxers briefs.) T: (She closes her eyes.) "That's not what I meant, George..." G: "I'm going to pee in the urinals, whether you like it or not!" (He pulls down his boxer briefs. Beneath them, his slightly-smaller-than-average penis shows on top of two freshly shaved testicles.) T: (She looks down, opens her eyes, and notices George's pants are off.) "Wait a minute... did you just strip down?!" (She moves in a bit closer to George's exposed penis.) "😲 Awwwww! That's an immaculately cute wee-wee you got there, George! And look at that nutsack! It's so small, nearly devoid of semen!" (She removes her shirt, and two breasts emerge, each tattooed with a sun a la this.) "Well, time to break the seals on these two sinners! 😏" (she pulls off George's pants and boxer briefs, gets them with her shirt, and puts the combined load of laundry on a pile between her legs.) "😄 *sing-song voice* Heeeeeere it coooooooomes!" And then... ... T: (She turns George to face towards her and playfully pushes him down.) G: "UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! Ow..." *pssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh* The duo's bladders empty. George's stream is slow and lands on himself, and Tracy embraced the warmth of hers as she hyper-wets her shorts above the other clothes. Both: "Haaaaaaa... 💛 sweet relief is ours this day... 💛" T: (She moves herself to position George's groin between her legs after satisfied with the state of their drenched clothes. Now the two are peeing on each other's crotch!) "Sorry for pushing you, George. Are you okay?" G: "I couldn't be feeling better right now... 💛 Thanks, Tracy... 💛💛" T: "Hee hee hee hee hee! It is none other than my pleasure to help you out, George. You're such a cute lil' devil... especially when peeing!" Both: (They laugh heartily as their pee streams alternatively collide and hit the other's genitalia.) G: "Haaaaaaaaaaaa... 💛 haaaaaaa... 💛 haaaaaa... 💛 haaaa. 💛" T: "Oh my! I'm getting incredibly turned on by this! ... Hey, since we're in the bathroom, where the cameras can't catch us in the act, why don't we just go ahead and have sex?! I mean, we're not done peeing and all, but..." (She pulls down her pants, exposing her vulva and freeing her pee stream while at the same time stopping George's stream from getting past said pants. Then, she gets one pant leg off and puts her pants to the side, which exposes both her and George's genitalia to the other's pee stream!) G: "Ohhh... 🥲" T: "What a wholesome way for a kitty like mine to greet a chicken like yours!" Gradual black out as they laugh heartily. N: "Then, they laughed... and they [redacted] all night... for this night was the start of their new lives, which they both lived... uh... happily ever after. ... Sorry for the clichéd ending. I just wanted to say all that in front of an audience." *cue laughter and applause.*

This is my first furry based fiction I've written! (actually second, but the first is a longer project that needs more work). I've used my writing alias here and in other places as well (just to clarify). Be warned that this story features [furry characters], [purposeful peeing outside], and [male masturbation]. I hope you guys like it! ---- Tending the Garden Author and Characters: Punk Hazardous Another day at the office, just like the last four. Dull, thankless, and more problems than it was worth. Not even the weekend's arrival could alleviate all of Cowl's sour grievances. He would still have to return on Monday. The surrounding apartment buildings absorbed most of the light from the sunset, casting a dim pall around the shepherd as he lit the cigarette clamped in his lips. He picked his arms up from the mid-height fence and directed his gaze over to the only piece of furniture in his small, square garden - a beat-up lawn chair on its last legs. Honestly, he was surprised it still had all four of them in tact. And he could hardly call it a lawn chair, not when there was no actual lawn to speak of. Cowl settled his weight into the chair looking around at his micro domain. Life in his own place was not going as gloriously as he imagined it as a pup. He was in need of a new direction, he knew, but the hurdles seemed to grow in size and number every time he poked his snout in a new direction. Nabbing the cold ale from the ground that he brought from inside, he elected to save the stress for tomorrow and put forth a new foot into the job world then, as he uncapped the bottle. The air brought a nippy chill that foretold the coming autumn. The trees outside of his fence had leaves that were still as green and plump as summer grapes, but they would soon shift colors and alter his daily view. Some of his neighbors a couple doors down were having a barbecue and taking advantage of the dying warm season. The smell of wood smoke and cooking meat wafted toward him. He looked over his fence at the trees rustling in the strengthening wind, taking sips and wandering through the memories conjured by the ambient scents and feelings. Half-finished cigarette in one hand and half-finished beer in the other, he came back to himself when he felt the pulsing in his abdomen; he needed a piss. Hefting his slowly numbing body aloft, Cowl set down his drink on the brick ground and placed the cigarette in his lips once more. Supporting himself with one hand against the tall portion of the fence that separated the abutting patios, he fiddled with the zipper on his shorts and folds of his boxers until his cock met the open air in full. Now freed, he let out a clear stream that burst from him and spattered all over a shrub planted next to the fence. A hearty sigh of relief left him as he splashed the ground and plants with his recycled beer. His enjoyment was such that he did not notice the door of the townhome neighboring his unit rumbling open, letting out a solidly built bulldog with short fur that was white and sparsely speckled with brown. He had stepped out to inspect the vestiges of the disappearing sun, but what he did not expect to see was his neighbor tending his garden this late in the evening. He could only see his back and his right arm from across the two squares, and a steady stream of water, taking care of a hydrangea. And his left arm was in front of him, in a suspicious position... The urinating German shepherd would have persisted, blissfully unaware, but the bulldog's throat clearing attracted his attention. Cowl looked up from his business and, seeing that his neighbor was staring him down, he waved with his free hand and gave a bright "Yo!" The neighbor's suspicions were unfortunately confirmed. The flippant way Cowl greeted him while indecently exposing himself severely ticked him off. The bulldog just looked at him in utmost disgust, called him "sick", and re-entered his unit, slamming the sliding glass door behind him. Cowl just shrugged; he had no time for judgements on his character. He was on his own property and harming no one, so as far as he was concerned, he was doing nothing wrong. He watched on as his clear stream battered leaves aside and made them shine acutely in the moonlight. How amazing it felt to relieve himself of this burden. And with two more jets and an accompanying low, self-indulgent moan, he was empty. He flicked himself lightly, and sank back into the chair behind him, furred sheath still poking out of the fly of his shorts. His head lolled back and he was now looking up at the stars in the heavens that flickered on one by one. The noises from the neighboring barbecue were gone. He was alone on his patio and effectively invisible in the darkness of the night around him. He found that his assured solitude had caused his hand to wander, urging him into some potentially indecent, but pleasurable territory. Far too relaxed and tipsy to relocate to the inside, he put a groping paw on the rounded head emerging from his sheath. He would be a liar if he said this was the first time he'd done this in safety of his moderately sheltered backyard under the cover of darkness. He began coaxing himself to hardness with his dark sand colored paw. With a feather-light touch, he dragged his dull claws along the sensitive ridges of his balls, prompting his cock to quickly harden to its full erect length. The first downstroke along the whole of his shaft caused a wave of pleasure that tensed the corner of his mouth and made it hard to keep track of his cigarette. Cowl pulled the nearly deplenished stick from his mouth, set it aside for later, and got to work. Rutting against his palm, he thought about how the flowering bush had just gotten the watering of its lifetime. How the rising steam from his output had enveloped his balls, just as he cupped them now. The more he watched himself in the act, the more it turned him on. This feedback loop mounted higher and higher every second until his member thrummed harder in his paw with eager anticipation of the edge before him. Burning spots flashed in his yellow eyes as his cognition slipped out of grasp and he surrendered himself to the feeling. Relieving himself for the second time, his seed scattered up his front, barely missing fur. His red shirt gathered the flecks of thick white as his cock pumped out all it had left. He had to grip his bottom lip with one of his upper canines to stifle his shuddering grunts; the threat of poking a hole in his lip by accident was real. Finally, a deep contented puff of air burst from his muzzle as his muscles relaxed as one. Tingles of serotonin wrapped around the back of his head and the ears which were laying back, signaling his contentment. Thankful that he'd only marked his clothes, he lay nearly as still as the rocks beneath the waving shrubs around him as he experienced the waning twitches from his weeping cock. A raindrop fell directly on the tip of his twitching nose, forcing him from his daze. More rainfall ensued, starting an unexpected nighttime shower. This impelled him to finally rise, pick up the beer bottle and cigarette, and stumble inside to clean up the aftermath of his indulgent pleasure session. The sprinkling rain intensified, washing what remained of Cowl's urine from the shrub; no one but he was any the wiser as to what all happened in the garden that night.

WARNING: SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD!!! Let me start off by saying that I'm a massive prude, I know. Here I am in my twenties and only just now touching my first real life penis. To add some context that will either make you feel better, or much worse, I experienced no sexual feelings whatsoever until I was 19. Let me say that again, I was functionally asexual until I was 19. When I first started to experience what being horny felt like, I honestly thought that I was losing my mind, but that's a soap box for another day. Today's story is about me immortalizing a very special moment for my boyfriend and me in the best way I know how: telling strangers on the internet! So, background. My boyfriend and I have been in a long distance relationship for about two and a half years. We had never met in person until about a week ago. Naturally, we had a lot of time to make up for. We are both virgins (unless you count the later events of this story as losing your virginity, but I don't, so . . .) and I really want to wait until I'm married to have penetrative sex. (Stereotypical religious thing, but I also have several personal reasons for wanting to live this way.) I had a friend escort me to make sure that I didn't get shanked, just in case. Our story begins the moment we existed in the same space. We hugged, we kissed, I felt his erect penis trying to break free of it's fabric prison . . . romantic crap like that. The day wore on, but we couldn't manage to peel ourselves off of each other. My poor friend just existed awkwardly in a nearby room listening to us noisily making out and fondling each other. (It was one of the only rooms in the house that didn't smell like smoke, and she's quite sensitive, as it turns out.) The time was drawing near for me to leave and the two of us had already said our goodbyes fifty or so times. We just weren't ready to be apart again. I continue loitering in his section of the house and he tells me that he's going to go shower. He had already invited me to join him a few times, and I really should have taken him up on that. (We had gone swimming. He had shampoo. I did not. Also, naked kisses.) I tell him once again, without any gusto, that I don't trust myself around his wet, naked body. He relents, but tells me that he'll be leaving the door unlocked should I have a change of heart. I simply watch the bathroom door longingly as he scrolls through Spotify until he lands on Beggin' (I'm not sure who's version of it). Now, he claims that he simply chose the song because he was in the mood to hear it and it's a good song (He's right. It slaps.), but it definitely sealed the deal for me. My friend, wonderful, beautiful person that she is, encourages me to go for it. I hesitate a bit before testing the doorknob (unlocked!) and slipping in to the bathroom. He seems pleasantly surprised to see me. Cutting straight to the chase, I ask, "Can I see him?" He wiped away the foggy moisture from the shower door, revealing to my eyes my first real life penis. He slid the door open, asking if I wanted to join him. While I absolutely wanted to, I refused, but got down on my knees. I began to reach for him, but stopped to ask, "May I?" "Absolutely." I ran my hands over the first dick that I've ever felt and it was . . . Not what I expected. I've heard that it's hard, I've been told that it's hard, I had been feeling that it was hard as we pressed ourselves into each other earlier in the day. After all of that build up of, "Oh, it's gonna be really hard," that wasn't exactly true. He was erect, it was hard, but I never thought about the skin at the surface of the penis still being soft and fleshy. (He has been cut, so I guess I never thought about it.) I'm well into my exploratory rubbing and touching when there's a knock at the bathroom door. There's only one other person in the house with us at the time, so it has to be my friend. Assuming that she needed me for something, I gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of the bathroom. Sure enough, there she is standing not far away at the foot of the stairs. She gave me a pep talk as I hid my right hand (which absolutely had some of his pubes on it) mostly behind me. She gave me a quick reminder that we didn't have any protection, so we shouldn't go all the way, but that we could still do other things without marring my chastity. She wished me luck and made her way upstairs partly to give the two of us some privacy. Once again hyped on on confidence that I did not deserve, I got back down on my knees and took his dick into my mouth. I really expected it to have some sort of flavor to it, but, likely because of the shower, it only tasted like water with a fleshy texture. (I need that quote on a poster promoting blowjobs.) I ran my lips all the way down to the base of his shaft, trying to see how deep I could go. (Small uvula gang, where you at!?) As luck would have it I could go all the way to where his shaft met the rest of his body before gagging. I did this twice before calling it there. (I couldn't remember if a person could gag two or three times safely before running the risk of vomiting, so I played it safe.) I switched over to giving him a hand job. I started slowly at first, focusing on the length of his shaft, the back of the head, how much pressure I was gripping him with, things that I assume are normal things to focus on. After a few moments, it occured to me that I needed to speed up if I wanted him to cum (and I did). I sped up, slowing down occasionally mostly because I was having a hard time focusing on kissing his arm as well as jerking him off. (I'm a small person and was afraid that I was too short to reach his dick and his face at the same time. 😅) Soon enough, he orgasmed and gave me some parting kissing before I left him to finish up his shower in peace and contentment. As much as I want to tell you that angel choirs sang during or after my first in-person sexual experience, they didn't. I wasn't struck down by God, not was I given a divine pat on the back. I just did what felt right and natural to do with the man that I love. Looking back, my only regret is not joining him in the shower to bum his shampoo and maybe have him return the favor that I so graciously bestowed upon him. There's always next time, I suppose.

I wake up in the middle of the night. You're there, sleeping deeply beside me. You're having a dream of some sort; I can tell because you're breathing heavily, whimpering ever so slightly every now and then, twitching occasionally. Only half awake, I think back to the evening before. You were having coughing fits, so I brought you a big mug of chamomile tea and your usual bedtime glass of water, and gave you an oil massage on our bed. The tea helps to soothe your throat; the message helps you to relax and stop coughing. You drank the tea while we cuddled, then you drank most of the water because you were feeling thirsty. I massaged you for quite a while; afterward, feeling grateful and relaxed, you pulled me down into your arms, and we feel asleep. I check the clock; it's six in the morning, we've been sleeping for about seven hours. That wasn't your first mug of herbal tea last night, either. I'm pretty sure I can guess what you're dreaming about. I roll over to you, slip my arm around your waist, careful not to disturb you. You immediately roll into me, throwing your leg over my legs, arm over my chest; I hug you close. You instinctively squeeze my leg between yours, still deep asleep. I move my leg higher between your thighs, to where it can hopefully do some good. I lie with you for a while, until your breathing starts to settle and you move into more restful sleep. I drowse for a bit then, losing track of time; the last thing I want is to disturb you. After a while, maybe an hour, you start to stir, still asleep, but lighter; your legs grow a little tighter, and you push your womanhood against my thigh a little harder. I move my hand down your back, and gently dance my fingers along the profile of your waist; a smile crosses your lips. As I stroke your side and back, you gradually come awake, eyes staying closed. You make a little room between our torsos, and I start to move my hand over your shoulder, past your neck, down onto your chest, above your breast. Your smile grows deeper; you start to move rhythmically against my thigh. I kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then your neck. You roll onto your back, making room for me to kiss and touch more of you. You're naked from the massage, skin still a little slick from the oil. I pull my shirt off to match you; you put your warm hand on my belly. I move my mouth down to your chest, between your breasts, your ribcage, your belly. Around then, you start to become more fully aware of your circumstances. Your eyes grow wide and you whimper as I find the firm bulge in your abdomen with my chin. I pull back slightly, not wanting to cause undue discomfort, not wanting you to go anywhere; but you know what I like, and you smile devilishly at me, and open your legs to me. I move my mouth down further, between your thighs; you respond immediately, hungrily. I pleasure you there for several minutes while you touch your own chest, stomach, breasts. Your nipples get hard as you pull on them, my indication to go faster and deeper. I lick your clit hard and fast; you arc your back as you approach climax, moaning and panting with passion and pleasure. I raise my body up, pushing my hard member inside you; you whimper as I enter, increasing the already-intense pressure inside your body. You've told me before that you like the feeling of being 'filled up' by me while I touch your clit; this morning, you have your wish in spades. I move slowly, to make sure you're okay; you grab my butt and pull me deeper into you, hard, moaning and furrowing your brow at the same time, enduring the pressure, embracing it. Fully inside, I hold myself up with one arm, while I rub your clit with my other hand. You moan faster and louder, grabbing my forearm with one hand while you pinch your nipple with the other. I rub you furiously, and you climax, screaming loudly while you thrust yourself down onto me, pushing off of the headboard. I keep rubbing until you grab my hand and take it away. Then you look directly into my eyes, wide awake. You grin evilly, place your hand on the bulge between us, and push down ever so slightly, whimpering and wincing as you do, squeezing my hips with your thighs; and you say, "fuck me like you mean it." And I do.

I found this scene as really interesting. Its rare to find these in movies (even not mainstream).

It seems there's a subreddit for needing to pee, though it also seems to be pretty dead. Thought these might interest you! https://www.reddit.com/r/fullbladder/ (attached) Erome standing pavement pee https://www.erome.com/a/fVnCpfr5 her favourite surprise (bulging bladder woman, urinated on by man) https://i.imgur.com/DgpRzpp.gifv erome standing pavement pee.mp4

Hi, I was being naughty an watching a pee compilation video when I came across this particular video. In the compilation only a short clip was used, I’d love to see the whole video. Tried a reverse image search but that didn’t come up with the answer. Does anyone recognise it? I’ve done a shoddy job of censoring it to avoid offence on the forum. The original is not censored, and appear to be a simple peeing over the edge of the couch kind of thing. Not much to it but the model looks nice and I like the way she wets her socks. Much appreciated C x

I'm not great at writing in detail, sorry! Just know that my adventure was a total blast and these bullet points are trying to capture it best I can. Warning for explicit material Put on pull ups under onesie, proceeded to go out in public with "normal" clothes on top! WAS SUPER THRILLING Wet my pull ups while at home. NO ONE NOTICED Changed. Went through 3 more pull ups in following scenarios: While playing video games (challenged myself to wet during certain scenario) While watching a film (Bf noticed now) While giving a blow job 3rd one was awesome, I flooded everywhere and I deep-throated for the first time. After my boyfriend came on my face we went to the bathroom and I knelt in the tub. He told me he had to go really bad, so I asked if he would go on me. He wanted me to share the result.

this slut pee on me in her jeans without warning.mp4

Written in one sitting at the spur of the moment. I attached the image that inspired it. Iris needed a lot of money and soon. She was ashamed the only way she'd figured out how to get it was starring in an obscene video. She took solace in the fact that she was promised she wouldn't have to show any sex organs or perform any sex acts. All she had to do was eat and poop. She stayed at a hotel for the weeklong shoot. It was a nice place, and the director's people paid for everything, but there was something scary about knowing she couldn't leave the premises without forfeiting thousands of dollars. She was filmed at every meal. She had to eat what they gave her. She was filmed every day being examined by a leggy blonde in a sexy nurse outfit. She was filmed every time she went to the bathroom. Between skillful camerawork and the strategic placement of props and body parts Iris' womanhood never made an appearance. However her anxiety and shame were still at high levels every time she peed and she was sure they'd go through the roof when she pooped. She didn't know when that would be. Between the meals the maid served her and the pills the nurse gave her Iris' bowels had slowed to a standstill. The director liked costumes. There was always the Swedish nurse (who Iris doubted was medically qualified) and the French maid (who boasted a fake accent and real breasts) to see to Iris' needs. The so-called star of this poopy video played a different role each day. On the first day Iris had to dress as a Playboy bunny and eat two dozen carrots. The camera rolled while she sat on the toilet that evening and the following morning, but she couldn't poop. The nurse informed her of the increase to her weight and waistline, reminding her of just how much disgusting waste was festering inside her body. That was only the first day. Iris asked if she could wear something less risqué the next day and so she was given mouse ears and adorable pyjamas with paws and a tail. She was feeling gleefully childish until the maid removed the lid from a silver tray to reveal a wheel of cheese the size of birthday cake. When she remembered how much money was at stake she ate through that stinky yellow horror right down to the last nibble. She sat on the toilet a few more times before her next meal, but nothing solid would come out. The nurse's examination revealed Iris was growing marvelously in the area of the stomach and intestines. On day three the maid was wearing cute pigtails and did Iris' hair up to match. Iris' costume this time around was a dirndl and her meal was a string of preservative-laden sausages. The director was nice enough to let her stop eating when she announced she was nearing her puking point. They did the toilet scene a little different that day. The maid brought in an authentic Bavarian chamber pot and Iris sat down on it and strained until she was short of breath. Not so much as a fart came out. The nurse examined her, excitedly announced her abdomen's statistics, and expressed sadness that the production couldn't afford the medical imaging equipment needed to intimately document a crammed colon. She hastened to add that Iris' constipation posed no health risk and there was no need to evacuate her bowels anytime soon. On the fourth day Iris was given a saucy sailor suit to put on, shown a vintage pin-up she was supposed to emulate, and given a pile of hardtack to eat. She'd had enough. "You hired me to poop so let me poop!" she yelled as she knocked the plate out of the maid's hand. It looked great, so the director made the maid pick everything up and she and Iris redid the scene for the cameras. Finally he answered the woman's question. "You'll poop whenever your guts say so. If you're still plugged up on day seven you get your choice of laxative or enema. If you really wanna be a star in these videos I suggest the enema." "What do I have to do to get a laxative now?" "Give up half your payment." Iris was hurting for money, but she was hurting worse for a dump. She made the decision. The nurse brought a bedpan and an extra strength laxative. The director stopped them right before she swallowed. He'd just had a brilliant idea. They could end the shoot early if there was a grand finale. Iris waited in dread while the preparations were made. The director assured her she could quit at any time if it got too intense for her. The climax of this dirty little film turned out to be even worse than Iris' nightmares. In came two women she'd never seen. Big mean-looking women. One was wearing torn clothes and a bunch of spikes and the other was dressed head to toe in leather and carried a whip. Iris would've pooped her pants if she'd been physically capable. "Don't worry, the weapons are just for looks," one said in between whip-cracks. "Don't take this personally, we're just struggling actresses like you," the other said. Iris didn't find this reassuring. She screamed for the director. He decided this was a good time to show her what her payment would look like in cash. "Do your worst, bitches!" she said once she'd gotten an eyeful of hundred dollar bills. The two young women proceeded to bully her while the cameras rolled. The poor woman got pushed around and smacked around and wasn't allowed to fight back. Once they thought she had enough bruises and pulled muscles they tied her up and made a mockery of her body. The punk girl took off a sock and stuffed it in Iris' mouth, which wasn't fair because now she had no freedom to say "I quit!" They exposed Iris' none-too-slim midriff to the camera and wrote the words "constipated toxic waste storage" on her skin. Neither actress knew how to draw hazard symbols so the cameras had to stop while the annoyed director drew them himself. The girl in leather teased the bound woman with a plethora of torture devices before eventually selecting a two-gallon jug of prune juice. The sock was removed and the victim was force-fed. When the container was finally drained and the tube was out of Iris' mouth she started to protest to the director, but next thing she knew there were two socks in her mouth. The rough pair yanked Iris' panties down and plopped her body down on the toilet. It took three takes to get it right because her skirt had to stay on so her naughty bits would be covered. Iris was thankful for this tiny morsel of dignity. She sat on the pot for an hour while her digestive tract did its work. When the movement started it was like passing boulders and when it was finished it was like passing lava. The pain brought tears to the eyes of the budding actress and the smell brought tears to the eyes of one of the cameramen. She got queasy and threw up a little, but had no choice but to gulp it back down. The toilet bowl filled up so full that its user ended up sitting on a cushion of filth, and still more came out of her. The feelings, sights, sounds, smells, and tastes Iris experienced were hideous beyond description. When the noises had stopped for ten minutes the director decided his star was finished relieving herself. "Great job! You earned every penny. You're free as soon as you complete the final scene with the nurse." "Somebody needs a sponge bath!" the nurse said perkily as she removed the ropes from her patient. "Uh-oh, anal bleeding!" she remarked when she lifted the limp body off the toilet seat. "Next time I'll audition for the part of the maid," an exhausted Iris joked once her mouth was free of socks. "I wouldn't if I were you," said the maid who had just entered the scene. "Who do you think has to clean the toilet?"

Thought I’d share an exciting piece of news! My boyfriend and I have been together about a year and a half, but it was only recently (a few months ago?) that I told my boyfriend I was into watersports. He took it really well, and even though he wasn’t into it, he said he’d try some things because he liked getting me off. We tried having sex while I was holding, sometimes he’d tickle or tease me while I was holding, and he tried fucking me once after I wet myself. Always it was centered around me being the one into it, HOWEVER—> During sex yesterday he said “I suddenly have the desire to pee inside of you and I have no idea where that came from.” I said “Maybe you’re more into watersports then you thought?” —- So, I guess the point of this is that telling partners is a really freeing thing! Sometimes your partner might even discover something about themselves that they didn’t know was there before. How many of you have told your partners? Did it go well?

I finally found a female friend/model who enjoys peeing on camera. I've done photoshoots with complete newbies as well as seasoned models for years - fetish, artistic nude, mild to wild, but almost never anyone who would let me capture peeing - either clothed or not. So far this new person and I worked together on photos and some videos on five occasions, only twice with pee, but she's definitely interested in doing more with me. Below is a sample screen-capture of a video we did outside with excellent lighting. We are currently gauging interest as she is setting up a clip store or other resource to make a little income. Hopefully you will find the images I upload and some teaser videos worth viewing. Certainly not the caliber of @TVGuy but getting more experience in time.

Ok, so first off nudity warning for those who don't like that! Now, today I was having a little sort through some old kik conversations and found some stuff I completely forgot about! I had spent the whole day at work drinking as much water as I could get my mitts on, and I'd spent the day chatting and holding on kik with someone. As the day went on I got more and more desperate but I was determined to make it home! I boarded the train to get home, it takes around 45 minutes, and as the journey went on it became very clear I wasn't going to make it, so I held on as long as I could without making it obvious I was about ready to pee my pants! Around 30 minutes into the journey it became to much and I started to leak in my boxers, so I went to the toilets and locked the door. I undid my zipper and stood in my boxers trying to hold on for as long as I could. After a few minutes I really was about to lose all control so I started recording, hopefully you can see how much I enjoyed myself! Enjoy! Part 1: 7cddc9ca-ecb8-455b-b3f5-d997f7261471.mp4 Part 2: 7783d356-397e-4ae3-b37d-2e7981054066.mp4 Ps: yes I did clean up after myself! I didn't mean to make a mess!

View File ReadyMade Master Folder All ReadyMade videos, 22 files included Survey Results: What comes next? Survey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/MZK2KP8 I want to vote on where I'll pull my next downloads from with the help of the community. I've also added some simple questions, so please answer and leave some feedback! I've also included a QR code if needed. Submitter Mnlover1234 Submitted 03/25/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay

This is a scene from an original story I've been working on. It's primarily a gay BDSM erotica, but this is the bit that involves omorashi. Contains explicit sexual situations, an established dom/sub relationship, references to various BDSM practices and some swearing. ————— He has me bent over his lap, on my stomach. It makes me feel vaguely like a child. I don’t mind. He presses the lubed up tip of the stainless steel butt plug against my hole, which has tightened up again now after last night’s exercise. He pushes rhythmically, in a bit then back out, and I whine. My cock is half-hard. It began hardening in anticipation already when he took me over his knee. My hips buck and he stops. ‘Uh-uh,’ he says softly. ‘Stay still, love.’ Lance is fully dressed while I’m naked. Something about that makes everything hotter. I’m at his mercy, exposed, arse in the air, and he just sits there, cool as a cucumber, pressing the plug further inside me once I stop fidgeting. I gasp again. ‘Good boy,’ Lance murmurs. ‘So good for me, Keenan. You can take it, my sweet. Just relax.’ I try to relax, I really do, but the cold intrusion of the steel makes my body tense. He pushes it a bit further in and then removes it, and once again my hips buck, as much as I try to control myself. The flat of his hand lands on my arse with a loud smack and I whimper. My face feels hot and I can barely find my breath. ‘I told you to stay still,’ says Lance, voice still soft, but as ever with that edge of authority. My cock is fully hard now, pinned under me against his knees. The urge to move is unbearable. I need friction. I worry fleetingly about his fine trousers, about staining them, but he seems entirely unperturbed. I manage to squeeze out a breathless, ‘Yes, sir.’ I can hear the smile in his voice when next he speaks. ‘No touch,’ he says. ‘No friction.’ It’s as if he’s reading my mind. ‘You haven’t earned that yet. Understood?’ I nod. ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Good.’ It’s just one word, one single neutral syllable, but it floods my chest and my stomach with warmth. I love it when he praises me, tells me I’m good, tells me I’m beautiful. I almost believe him. He gets to work again, moving the butt plug in a fraction, then out, then in a bit more, then out. Rhythmically pushing until my hole gives way of its own accord, trying to pull it inside. Only then does he let go, uttering a hum of pleasure as the plug sinks inside effortlessly. He takes hold of the end, adjusting the plug and pushing it as far in as it goes, and I utter a sharp moan as it hits my prostate. I can feel a bit of precum leak out of the end of my cock. ‘Good boy, Keenan,’ Lance purrs once more. He strokes my hair gently. ‘You’ve done so well. Now, here’s what’s going to happen.’ He lays a rough hand on the small of my back, making small circles with his thumb, and I shiver. ‘You’ll keep the plug in all day. Under no circumstance are you to take it out, except to freshen up the lube every few hours. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. If you need to take a shit, you take it out, do your business, clean up properly and then insert it again. Understood?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ My breath comes in ragged pulls. His words, his instructions, are almost enough to make me come, even without the metal pressing up against my prostate. ‘Rule number two,’ he continues, stroking my sweaty fringe away from my eyes, ‘you are not to get yourself off. Hold back at all cost. I want you fit to burst when I see you again tonight. This is a test, Keenan, of your resolve and your self-control. I know you can do it. I have faith in you.’ I nod quickly, lapping up his words like a cat laps cream. ‘Yes, sir, I understand,’ I tell him. He manoeuvres me up into a sitting position. I sit on my knees, my cock hard against my stomach, facing him, and he smiles, placing his large hand on the back of my neck, holding it firmly, comfortingly. His voice is silky, purring. ‘I may give you more instructions later. I want to try some fun new things tonight. See how far I can push you, how long you’ll hold out. By this evening, you’ll be desperate to come.’ He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, before whispering in my ear, ‘And if you’re good I may even let you.’ I close my eyes involuntarily as a shiver goes down my spine. My mouth feels dry and I swallow several times, trying to make my body respond to my commands, but I’m pretty sure if I let it happen I could come right now without even being touched. The idea of walking around like this a whole day is terrifying. I’ll never hold out. But the promise of what’s to come is too good for me to disobey. I want to know what he has in mind, what he wants to do to me. I feel the bed move as he stands, and open my eyes again. Lance’s trousers have a wet stain on one thigh, an imprint of my cock. He looks down on it and rubs it with his finger, putting the finger in his mouth and licking the tip, his eyes slipping shut. ‘Mm,’ he says. ‘I’m sorry,’ I blurt, and he looks down at me, expression soft, and strokes my cheek with one hand. ‘Don’t be sorry. You did exactly what I asked, and I have other trousers.’ His kindness nearly moves me to tears. ‘I had best get to work,’ he says, pulling me to my feet. ‘Now, I’m not unreasonable, Keenan. You go have a cold shower to cool yourself off. I don’t expect you to walk around with that all day.’ He indicates my hard-on with a glance. ‘I’ll see you back here tonight promptly at seven.’ Lance gives me another chaste kiss before going over to the closet. I take a few deep breaths and then enter the bathroom. I really need that cold shower. ————— It’s torture. Complete and utter torture. I feel like I’m walking around holding my breath. If I let my mind wander for even a second I feel my cock starting to harden again and have to fill my mind with mundane tasks to distract me from my arousal. Every time I move the plug nudges my prostate, and by lunch time my pants are moist with precum. Luckily I’ve begun carrying several clean pairs with me after all the times Lance has cornered me at work. We pass each other in the corridors a few times. He utterly ignores me, as is his way when others are around. An hour before the work day ends a text rolls in from his burner. It reads, Drink a glass of water every hour. I frown down at my phone, wondering what this could be about. Then another text arrives, reading, Don’t pee. At first it seems cryptic, but then I realise that he means exactly what he says. I’m to drink a glass of water every hour and not pee until I see him. The order gives me a funny feeling, but I obey it all the same and I don’t ask why. After work I go home, but I’m too agitated to relax or do much of anything. I keep a constant eye on my watch and every hour I go to the kitchen and drink a glass of water. It doesn’t take long to start getting uncomfortable. By half past six I’m not sure if I’m more desperate to come or to pee, as I drink a final glass of water before leaving my flat. The journey is deeply uncomfortable, and I find myself crossing and uncrossing my legs, trying to stop myself from sticking my hand between my legs to hold my crotch in public. Still, I arrive at the penthouse promptly at seven. I’ve gotten good at being on time. Lance greets me without touching or kissing me. He gives me an appraising look. ‘Have you done as I’ve asked?’ I nod, not quite trusting myself to speak. Everything feels hyper real at the moment, every light a bit too bright, every sensation double intensity. The rustle of his clothes as he enters the kitchen ahead of me is as loud as fireworks to my ears. I shudder. He has a glass of wine on the kitchen counter, from which he takes a large sip. He doesn’t offer one to me, but simply looks at me, head cocked to one side, where I stand fidgeting. ‘Please, have a seat,’ he says, indicating one of the bar stools. I do as he asks, but I’m unable to keep my foot still. The butt plug shifts as I sit down, pressing against my prostate, and I whimper pitifully. Being this close to Lance is enough to make me half hard again. At the same time my bladder is so full of water I feel like I’m about to explode. Lance smiles at me, and I meet his eyes, silently pleading for something to happen. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asks. ‘No judgements, answer honestly.’ I draw a breath and cross my legs, trying to stop my foot from moving. I clear my throat. ‘I feel like . . . I can’t really explain it. I feel everything right now. Like I need to pee, and I need to come, and I need . . .’ I trail off, blushing. ‘I need your cock inside me,’ I mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed. ‘Everything hurts, and everything feels sort of wonderful all at once. It’s like . . . anticipation,’ I finish lamely, looking away. ‘Sounds like all of this is having its desired effect,’ says Lance. He walks over to the sink and fills a glass of water, giving it to me. ‘Drink,’ he instructs. I stare at the glass, uncertain of whether I’ll be able to handle another without peeing my pants. They’re already moist from the odd stray drop coming out on the way over. ‘Last one, I promise,’ Lance assures me, and against my better judgment I drink the water. Lance takes the glass from me. ‘All right,’ he says gently. ‘Here’s how the rest of this scene will play out. We get in the bath where I will fuck you. Then, if you manage to hold out until my say-so, I will give you the biggest orgasm of your life. Pretty straight forward. All you have to do is exactly what I say. Okay?’ I nod. ‘Yes, sir,’ I manage. He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, and we walk through the flat, through the bedroom and into the large ensuite bathroom. I have to stop every few steps to cross my legs and whimper. The large jacuzzi tub is already filled and steaming. Lance hasn’t told me to get undressed, so I stand still and watch as he takes his clothes off, folding them neatly. Then he turns to me and undresses me. He doesn’t touch me unnecessarily, and he doesn’t kiss me. He undresses me the way a parent might undress a child. When at last he pulls down my pants I whimper, the friction of the fabric against my cock almost more than I can bear. He examines my pants and the stains of precum mixed with urine there, nodding. ‘You’re doing well,’ Lance says soothingly. ‘Just a bit longer now.’ He gets in the tub and sits on one of the raised seats. ’Get in, stand in front of me.’ Once again I do as I’m told, standing before him. My stomach, so full of water, protrudes slightly. He puts a hand on it, and my eyes snap shut as I try to stop myself from peeing. I feel a few drops trickle out. My hard-on helps a little bit, though, and I’m able to stop the flow before it starts. Lance appears to let my momentary disobedience pass. He moves his hands, stroking my sides and then moving to my arse, squeezing the flesh. My mouth is open now and I’m panting, completely unable to keep my cool. He reaches in between my cheeks, grabs the end of the butt plug and pulls slowly. I utter a long, drawn out whine, the sudden emptiness making it harder to hold it, but I just about manage thanks to my raging hard-on, holding my breath. Two fingers enter me. I’m slick with lube, but Lance coats his fingers with a bit more, as we’ll be doing this in the water. Then he strokes his cock a couple of times. It’s hard and glistening. Lance takes my hands and pulls me forward. He pulls me into his lap, facing him, and without much ado he enters me, slowly. I grit my teeth, breathing noisily. I keep thinking, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! But miraculously I do, until he’s inside all the way. He holds my hips still, pulling back out and sliding back in, and I can hardly breathe. It hurts and it feels so good, and as he picks up his speed and intensity, fucking me harder and faster, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks and I begin to sob. ‘You’re doing such a good job,’ Lance murmurs. ‘Fuck, you’re so gorgeous and you feel so good, Keenan. Just a little while longer, just a little more, that’s it, good boy . . .’ I’m properly weeping now, unable to stop, as his cock hits my prostate again and again. He slows down, still going hard, still pounding my prostate with every other thrust, looking up into my brown eyes with his blue ones and fucking into me like there’s nothing else in the world. I’ve never been closer to using our safe-word. Of all the things we’ve done together up until now, from french ticklers to candle wax, whips and chains to nipple clamps, nothing has put me this close to complete desperation. Nothing has hurt as much or felt as good as this, all at once. ‘Please,’ I whimper, not even realising I’m saying it until I hear the words come back to me. ‘Please, let me . . . I can’t hold it, please!’ ‘Just a little longer. You’re doing so well,’ he repeats, stroking my sides as he picks up the pace again. ‘Oh, I’m getting so close, Keenan, soon . . .’ And just as I think I can’t possibly hold it anymore, just as I’m about to shout ‘Oh Captain, my Captain’ at the top of my lungs, he says, ‘Now, Keenan. Let it all go, baby.’ And I do. First I come, with a sob and a shout, shooting great big strings of white at his chest and mine. I ride through it, beginning to move of my own accord, fucking down on his dick. As I do, Lance moves one hand to my lower abdomen and pushes, squeezes just where my bladder is. The pain is exquisite, and I cry out with it, unable to keep my eyes open, brief spurts of warm urine mixing with my semen. Once I finish coming there’s a brief pause in the flow while Lance keeps fucking me, shallower thrusts now, and I feel myself starting to relax after my ejaculation, and then all at once I begin to piss in a hard, steady stream. It’s relief like I’ve never felt it before. Emptying my bladder over the both of us feels like a continuation of the orgasm, like it goes on and on. I’m sobbing with abandon, still wetting, when Lance grabs my hips again, tightening his grip. With a few grunts he fucks up into me, harder and faster than before, and then he comes inside me with a groan. As the last drops of urine drip out of my now flaccid cock I collapse against Lance’s chest, still sobbing. I feel like I’m unable to stop, heaving for air with great difficulty. Lance is stroking my back gently now, murmuring soothing encouragements in my ear. ‘You’re beautiful. You did so well. I’m so proud of you. You’re so good, so good.’ He’s still inside me, his cock still throbbing slightly, and it occurs to me, judging by how hard he came, that he’s been holding back his orgasm all day as well. He’s wanted me just as much as I’ve wanted him, thought about me as I’ve been thinking of him. The thought causes fresh tears to well forth, but it also calms me, and I manage to catch my breath at last. ‘There you go,’ says Lance. ‘Good boy. That’s it. Come back to me.’ Finding my strength, I pull away slightly and wipe my eyes, smiling at him. He smiles back, running a hand up my side. He shifts under me, and I lift my arse, letting him slip out. He stands up and switches our positions, sitting me down on the seat. He kneels before me, grabbing a loofah off the side of the tub, and begins to wash me, gently scrubbing away the sticky semen. ‘Are you feeling okay?’ Lance asks softly, cleaning my chest with the loofah. I nod. ‘Yeah. I feel fine.’ ‘How was that?’ I blow out a breath of air shakily. ‘It was . . . incredible,’ I admit after a moment’s pause for thought. ‘It was cleansing. All of that pent up . . . stuff . . . just bursting out all at once. It was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.’ I blush. ‘I was kind of nervous. I would never have dreamed that I’d actually be into something like this . . .’ Lance chuckles. ‘You’d never have dreamed that you’d be into most of the things we’ve been doing, I’d imagine.’ I shrug. ‘No, but all of that stuff is at least stuff I’ve, you know, thought about at one point or another. Even though there were a lot fewer, shall we say, special effects involved than usual, I think this is by far the kinkiest thing you’ve had me do.’ I feel a grin spread across my face, comfortable once more now that the scene is so clearly ended. ‘Not that I’m complaining, mind you.’ ‘It’s only kinky the first time,’ says Lance with a wicked smile. ‘Next time, you’ll know what’s going to happen, and you’ll get to spend all of that time thinking about it and remembering.’ He sighs deeply, a look of contentment on his face. ‘You were so fucking hot! I can’t wait to see you that desperate again.’ He kisses me deeply, his mouth still tasting faintly of the wine he was drinking earlier. ‘Not too soon, though,’ he murmurs against my lips. ‘Wouldn’t want to make it boring, and this kind of scene takes a strain. The build-up alone is . . . Well. I don’t need to tell you, do I?’ I take the loofah from him and scrub his chest, intermittently placing kisses on his face, neck, shoulders. When we are both clean, Lance pulls the plug and showers us both off. Then he wraps me in a fluffy white towel. I feel suddenly drained. Lance doesn’t need me to tell him that. He sits me down on the toilet seat while he towels himself off, and then he leads me out into the bedroom, where he pushes me gently down on the bed and pulls the covers over me. He sits down on the bedside, stroking my hair. ‘You did magnificently today, babe,’ he says in what is barely more than a whisper. ‘And you felt so good. You rest for a bit now, okay? I’ll go cook us some dinner.’ I murmur my agreement sleepily, and before I have time to register his leaving the room, I’m fast asleep.

Ok, so every year for my birthday my girlfriend allows me 1 special fetish related present. She isn't particularly into wetting and diapers but she likes to make me happy. Anyway this Saturday I received my much awaited present, which was pre-determined ahead of time. So at around 3:00 we began drinking our choice beverages, tea for her and water for me. In a nonchalant manor, while doing chores, I consumed multiple bottles of water as I began to grow desperate. Even though everything was discussed ahead of time I had not had an accident around my girlfriend in quite some time and was inexplicably nervous. Despite my apprehension I felt an urge while cleaning our bathroom sink. A minute later I made a slow, and pitiful trudge to my girlfriend "Honey..." "Yes?" she said waiting for me to speak. "I had an accident" as I stared down town the floor. "I guess you did. Do you need to be changed?" she asked already knowing the answer. I nodded my head and awaited instruction. "Go get a diaper and lie down." I did as I was told, and before I knew it my pissy pants were replaced by nothing more than a diaper. I then cuddled with her on the couch only to get up for more water and to slowly dampen my once fresh diaper. After about an hour of this routine my girlfriend stood up and went into our kitchen and grabbed a strawberry from the container on the counter. A moment later she shyly looked and me and simply said in a quite long way "Baaabbbbbyyy" At that moment I stood up and walked over to see her. At the same time my eyes met her lower half I heard her mutter "I had an accident..." and she had to the extent that a large puddle gathered around her feet. I then cleaned her puddle and stripped her of her very, very wet pants with instructions to go get a diaper. She then did as she was told as I finished cleaning her mess. I then diapered her, and we laid in bed together for some time, while she secretly made small accidents in her diaper to slowly dampen herself. Myself, on the other hand, needed to muster up the courage to ask for a diaper change as I was to the point of nearly leaking and making a puddle out of our bed. When i first asked I received an answer of "you're just going to have to sit in it, and try and not have another accident." Both worried and excited at the response I then got up to get some protection by means of a towel, which is when my girlfriend saw how saggy I really was. At that point I can only imagine she felt bad for me and instructed me to get a fresh diaper and take off the one I was drowning in. I was then changed and we continued to cuddle, with me finding myself wet yet again just moments after being changed. After about a half an hour of cuddling post change, my girlfriend finally climbed on top of me and proceeded to fill her diaper until it no longer could hold anymore and began leaking all over me. Knowing I prefer to be the more submissive one while both of us are diapered my girlfriend then proceeded to playfully poke fun at my accident and very full diaper while simultaneously grabbing me. "It's gonna be hard taking you out in public with you wetting your pants like that, isn't it?" she asked. Or "Do you like being a baby, because only babies wear pissy diapers all day?" These comments were more than I could bear and before I knew it I was sitting in more than just a wet diaper. At that point I un-diapered both my girlfriend and myself and did the same for her as she did for me. And that was the best birthday present I have ever received!