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  1. So earlier this week I had to attend a long meeting. It was one I had arranged with lots of important people and there was stuff that urgently needed sorted. It was slightly strained I have to say because some people didn’t want to be there but had to be and there were a number of difficult discussions that had to be made. I was a major part of it. The problem was I had been running late all morning and had to take last minute phone calls and deal with urgent emails so I never had a chance to nip to the loo before going into it. I already needed to go but put that down to nerves. The meeting was one of those formal ones with agendas and minutes and dragged on and on. I was getting increasingly uncomfortable and nerves made me dry so I drank more water. I had my legs crossed, then bouncing my knee then wriggling on my chair and so forth. I don’t want to be obvious I was bursting but then again I actually couldn’t sit still even if I wanted to. I had formal dress wear on as I wanted to give the impression of being professional and in control. i ended up sweating which made me drink more and I was so bursting. Yes I couldn’t find the confidence to just say ‘could we pause for a few minutes please so I can nip to the bathroom.’ I bet if I had others would have been very grateful fir the break too. But I just didn’t have the confidence despite the fact I know we all need to pee and it’s just a normal function. is anyone else unable to find the confidence in a situation like this? Has anyone else experienced a time when they wish they had just been able to say ‘look I really really need to pee. Can I just take a few minutes break?’
  2. So... before I start this, I feel like I should repeat what I have said in a few threads: I’m really shy. Sometimes. It depends on how I’m feeling, but even when I’m feeling my best, I really struggle with starting conversations. Recently, I’ve been having worse problems with this than usual, and I haven’t really spoken to many people; I’ve just been by myself. The Story: (Part 1) In university today, I had a large mug of tea before leaving for my afternoon classes. I was smart enough use the toilets beforehand, luckily. I went off to my first class with a thermos full of the equivalent of another large mug of tea, and sat down. Throughout the next class I drank the thermos of tea, as well as drinking from the bottle of water I carry everywhere with me. By the time came to move rooms for the rest of the afternoon, about 2 hours, I had to go. Kinda bad. But I thought I could manage, and I’ve been deliberately testing myself more by going longer between each bathroom break, especially in the afternoon where if I don’t go before leaving, I usually get a great desperate experience at home. I set off for the class, passing a set of toilets on the way. I felt a twinge as I walked past, but I ignored it. In this class, I was seated right next to my crush, and we were surrounded by a few girls we were friends with. She was much more friendly with them than me though, as she can start conversations easily without worrying endlessly about what everyone is going to think and how they'll react. About half an hour in, I felt the urge grow massively, going from a little uncomfortable to highly distracting, although I could resist it still. It stayed at this level until I was about 75 minutes into the 2 hour lesson. When it got worse, it pushed me up to a 6/10 level, which for me means when the urge is constantly on my mind, and I can only hold on by moving my legs around or holding myself occasionally. It was getting harder to ignore, but I kept trying to work. At 90 minutes in however, it was getting very hard to focus. I was constantly fidgeting, although I tried hard to stop myself, as I was at a quite bad 7/10. For the last 10 minutes, I was into 8/10 territory, focusing at all was impossible. My mind was consumed with how badly I needed relief... But I couldn’t go. If I left my seat to go to the bathroom, my friends... and my crush... would ask where I was going, and I wouldn’t be able to explain where, it’d be too embarrassing. I was worried about how they’d react, and I knew they’d want to go with me because too many girls seem obsessed with that... I didn’t think I could do it. Especially not in front of my crush, it’s hard enough to act normal around her already. I thought I could endure it until the end, and luckily I was able to. My crush and friends left before me, as they had to drop some coursework off. I’d sent mine in already, and I pretended to be filing up some notes or something while my friends left, meaning I could walk off to the bathrooms on my own. I picked up my stuff, and left, trying to resist my desire to hold myself to suppress the need to pee. I kept my legs as close together as I could without looking suspicious, and reached the closest bathrooms: Out of order. Typical. My bladder ached at having it’s plans for release postponed, and I had to find another set. Unfortunately, they had a huge queue, so I squeezed my legs together for a moment to alleviate the need for a bit and went looking for some more toilets. When I finally found some without a queue, I eagerly ran towards them, only to encounter my crush walking towards the girl’s room from another corridor. I quickly stopped running, and tried to hide my desperation while she stopped and approached me. ”Hey, Rosalynne! Were you just heading for the bathrooms?”, she asked me. My face went red upon just hearing the question. It’s worth mentioning here that my feelings for her are more than just that of a schoolgirl crush, I really, absolutely are completely in love with her. I can’t focus on things when she’s too close to me... I find myself watching her whenever we’re together... I want to make physical contact with her whenever I can, even though I’m too shy most of the time... it’s so hard to talk to her too, my anxiety just goes mad; if I do something to make her not like me, I think my heart would break. ”I-I-I... u-uh... n-no!”, I insisted, before taking a moment to regain my composure, and continuing: “I-I was just... just walking past...” ”Oh, okay. I was considering going myself. I haven’t been all afternoon!”, she said to me, doing a comedic fidget to exaggerate the situation. I tried to stop myself blushing, but with limited success. ”I think I’ll wait though,”, my crush said to me, “I can manage until I get home, and I really don’t like public toilets.” ”Okay.” ”Actually, before you go Rosalynne, do you want to go shopping? Me and a couple of other girls are going to town.” Despite the fact that my bladder was telling me that I should under no circumstances say yes, and should focus on getting home to pee, and that all my social instincts where telling me to say no and run away and hide before I said something that would ruin my chances with her forever, I blurted out: “Y-yes! I’ll go sh-shopping...” ”Great!”, my crush replied, “The others’ll get here in a minute.” End of Part 1 I wasn’t going to make this a two parter, but it’s 1AM and I need to sleep. This first half took longer to write then expected. I’ll write the rest in tomorrow, by editing the post if I can.
  3. February 13th, 2017 I found out that my hubby likes nervous, nervous to the point of peeing. I figured I could do that for him. Also I'm a sucker for a back story so my hubby agreed to act out with me how mr warden and dominika met ^^ (And my hubby even agreed to write his side of it too for me to post <3) I bought a black dress that's above my knees, sheer shiny nude coloured pantyhose, I had on pink lace thong and push up bra, a white shrug. High heels even. I had my hair done very eloquently. I even put on red lipstick. It was 6pm and I had someone drop me enough at the agreed upon restaurant where I were to meet my blind date, Mr. Warden. I was seated in a nice establishment where I waited for a few minutes. Then I saw a tall man in a suit, coming towards me. I stood up. "I'm dominika" I said, introducing myself. "Charmed" he said As he kissed my hand. "Warden" he said as he we sat down. The waitress came by with our menus. "I can't afford this..." I thought to myself looking for a cheap salad. "Your a very lovely young lady" he stated looking at me. I looked up then back down. "Thank you..." I squeaked as my face turned bright red. I quickly scanned the menu then the waitress came for our order. He looked at me and insisted I get what I want, he'll take care of the bill. He seemed nice enough, I see him glancing over at me every so often. Maybe he likes me? ^^ I felt his hand on my leg and squeezed. "Excuse me" I sAid brushing his hand off me. "I'm sorry" he said. He seemed charming though maybe just showing me he likes me? I started to feel the need to pee but I figured I'd be home soon anyways. We enjoyed our entrees and he even got a cheese cake! Mr. Warden has class and good taste. We finished. I couldn't help but notice him looking at me, I wonder what he's thinking. Maybe he likes my hair? My dress? He was really charming, and really good looking. He thanked me for joining him and I got up see if my ride was ready. I waited outside and called. "An hour!?" I steamed over the phone. I was frustrated, they promised 8:30pm not 9:30pm And I'm really needing to pee. I was going to turn around to use the ladies room then I saw Mr. Warden towering over me. "Can I give you a ride home dominika?" He offered. I told him not to worry about it, but he insisted. I had to pee really bad as it was and I'm kinda hoping he'd ask me out again on a non blind date. I allowed him to take me home. I gave him directions. "I'm sorry, I really do appreciate this" I quietly peeped. We soon approached the strip to where the house was. "Which one?" He asked. "1201, your side" I saId as he drove. We drove past! "I'm sorry, can I turn around?" He apologized. "Up ahead there is a place to turn around" I pointed out. We approached the turn around and he turned around then backed up. He got up out of the van and popped the latch. "It's clear out tonight, have you ever just star gazed?" He commented. Aw, such a romantic normally I think I'd go with it, but my bladder is killing me!! I'm gonna pee myself and in front of my blind date too!! Ahh!!! He sat us down then I felt his hands come onto me! "Mr Warden!" I protested,but he continued and laid me back. "Warden please!" I begged again, feeling his hand on my private region starting to rub. I whimpered but started to lose control of my bladder. I peed as he rubbed, I think it was exciting him. "Please..." I said quietly as pee came gushing out! I felt him remove my pantyhose and thong and produced his manhood. It was huge!!! How is it gonna fit!!! Then I felt it slide inside, moaning escaped my mouth, I tried to muffle. I felt him go at it taking for a few minutes! I was so confused because it felt so good but this was my right either. Oh my goodness!! He made me climax really hard. He had to cover myself then I could feel him climax inside of me. He got off and fixed himself. I managed pull up my pantyhose and thong and he took me home. I was confused, and wet, and ooZing his stuff, I wouldn't say no if he asked me out again ^^
  4. babemeetsworld

    Fantasy I've been dreaming about...

    Its been a while since I've worn a diaper and had any fun that includes them as I don't have any. I'm a bit shy to buy them, to be completely honest I really want to have a really good desperation contest, where we both make each other hold as long as we can. We aren't aloud to wear yet. The first one to leak without one on is the loser (is my dream I was the loser, and made a wet patch on my undies) and has to be all tied up. The winner wears a diaper and leaks bit by bit while sitting on the loser, the loser determines when to go and stop. If the winner can't stop wetting themselves uncontrollably then the loser becomes the winner and sits on them now. Still tied up, they can wear a diaper now and sit and wet all they want (so relieved when my dream let me win and I was able to pee), teasing how bad the other was for wetting. Now, you're both relieved so you do whatever you want (in my dream I had sex of course *naughty*) I woke up with a wet spot on my bed sheets from my wet dream and as humiliated as I was, I did laundry right away. Maybe I should buy myself goodnights? But, I am shy and I don't know where to put a box of them. Do you think they come in like a package of 10? I don't know if any of this makes sense to you guys but let me know if it sounds fun or not!
  5. This takes place when I was really young, which at the time I wasn't just shy I might as well have been carrying around a turtle shell. I believe I was about 7 years old, desperation was very common for me in school because of me being too shy to ask to go to the restroom. So I would rock side to side sometimes rapidly making it quite obvious I had to go and looking back it brought even more attention to me. Leading up to the moment I felt really hot, so I finally held my hand up for the teacher. It took her forever to finally call on me even though she knew what I needed. As soon as she gave me permission to go I froze and couldn't get up. I held my legs closed together tight but that was not nearly enough to stop the bursting stream pouring into my chair. It puddled in my chair and went down my pants legs. But no one at the time seen it. I sat their in my warm puddle for about another minute not knowing what to do. It felt good to let it go but I was FAR too shy to get up, but I had to. I waited for the teacher to stop looking my way and got up as fast as I could and focused on getting out the classroom door, blocking out what other kids might be saying. My seat unfortunately was right in the middle of class. Made it out the door and went as fast as I could to the restroom walking past one kid in the hall who kept staring lol. I stayed in the bathroom a while trying to find an excuse and what a bad one I came up with. Went back to class and called the teacher out into the hall. At this time she sees my pants and I'm sure she seen my seat puddle with whatever pee hit the floor from me getting up. Which makes my excuse so bad. I told her a older student came into the bathroom when I was peeing and pushed me forward into the urinal.. that wouldn't even work! and I was adamant about this horrible excuse. My teachers response to this was all so embarrassing and brilliant on her part. Instead of confronting me with what she seen or trying to outright get the truth from me, even though she knew it. She took me to every 5th grade class, had me walk into each room in front of all the students with soaked pants and all, and tell her who pushed me. Of course in every class I said none of them were the person but what was worse is I kept my lie, in turn making myself go to every class lol. At the end of my first inner death then I got my change of clothes, went back to class and continued through the day counting down the minutes to go home. Proceeded home to give my well informed mother the same horrible excuse, my brother laughing uncontrollably. Not sure anything could be more embarrassing then that, I was way wrong! but that's another experience. I hope I didn't bore you!
  6. LucyVersion2.0

    Shy Guy

    Shy Guy Sweet and shy Luke finally had a date. Much to his surprise, and delight, his beautiful, bold lab partner, Suzan, had asked him if he wanted to go disc golfing while it was still warm enough to do so. Luke had blushed and stammered, but managed to accept, and Suzan had laughed, her long, coal-black hair shinning blue under the fluorescent lab lights. Luke had been too shy to look in her eyes at that moment, but he knew they were an ice blue, which made him think, in a not-unflattering way, of Siamese cats. She looked amazing, and Luke was so happy she had asked him. Although Luke knew he was attractive, he also knew his shyness around girls, and overall softness was often mistaken for, well, being gay, and thus disinterested. He couldn’t help it, but he had a very strong feminine side. He was a very pretty boy, clean-cut, few tattoos carefully hidden in public at nearly all times. He had sandy-blonde hair and hazel eyes. He fancied he bore a resemblance to Brad Pitt, a younger brother, maybe. The big date was set for Thursday, a day when neither of them had classes. Suzan suggested, and offered to supply a picnic lunch, and the music, and asked Luke to bring the Hoo shik. Wednesday night he took care of that, picking up an eighth from his guy, and an oversize chocolate cupcake from a specialty cupcake shop. Since Luke had no car since making the move from up north to go to college in the city, he offered his roommate and new bestie, Chad, a couple bowls in exchange for use of his car for the date. Chad, who knew how much his dear friend’s shyness was mistaken for other things, was really excited and supportive of him, and gladly gave him the keys and smoked the bowls with him before he had to leave to pick up the lovely Suzan. He also helped Luke select his outfit for the date: his American Eagle khakis to be casual, but not a scrub; a polo by the same maker, borrowed from Chad; his newest and best boxer briefs and socks. He gave Luke as many tips as he could, but he didn’t think Luke heard much; he was too nervous. One of the tips Chad tried to suggest to Luke was You might want to pee before you leave. He knew Luke hadn’t heard that, though, because he left their off-campus apartment without making a bathroom stop. He just nodded when Chad said good-bye and wished him good luck and told him he’d be fine for the fifteenth time. Chad watched him walk out the side door from their kitchen window. Luke went into the garage. Moments later, Chad heard his car start. When Luke successfully backed the car down the drive without hitting the house, or any cars or people in the street, Chad decided his friend would be okay and went back to his essay. * * * * Luke managed to pick up Suzan in front of the off-campus apartment she shared with two other girls. She had the promised picnic lunch with her, and her discs, and she smiled her whitening-bleach smile and chatted vivaciously as he drove them to Rainbow Park. From the lot, she led him on a short hike uphill, where there was a nice view of the acres and acres of colorful fall park. Most of the leaves had not yet fallen, and Suzan had no problem finding a place to spread the blanket that was free of leaves, still warm, green grass. She turned on her iPod to a song Luke didn’t recognize, but he liked it. Nice rhythm. He hadn’t said much, but he hadn’t stopped smiling either. He had been a little worried his nervousness would embarrass him in some way; he had wet his pants at a dance at the rec center back at home, something he hadn’t even told Chad. He had been in the process of asking a girl to dance. He still had to hear about it years later back home. It was one reason why he opted to go to a school five hours south in a much larger city, where none of his former classmates went. Everything seemed to be going great. Over a picnic lunch of chicken salad, Triscuit crackers, slices of cheese, and a large thermos of homemade sweet tea, music played softly the background, and Luke actually found himself comfortable enough to laugh out loud, and talk about things other than chemistry lab with that TA who was really a DA. He found out that Suzan hadn’t yet decided on her major either. He found out she was an only child (of a preacher, at that!). Luke boldly laughed and ventured a joke about preachers’ kids and cops’ kids, and luckily, she laughed. Luke was beginning to relax, but as he assumed a more casual pose, stretching out on the blanket as they got ready to smoke a joint, he realized his bladder was getting full. Oh no, Luke thought. He was far to shy to excuse himself. He hoped he could wait to pee until after the date, but he could already feel how distended his bladder was. He tried to adjust the waistband of his khakis subtly, but he soon realized that to have any relief, he’d have to undo them, and his belt, too. He sat up and leaned back on his palms, trying to assume a casual, model-like pose. His bladder throbbed. The weed wasn’t helping him hold it either. It was harsh, and made him cough. Whenever he broke out into a coughing fit, he had to squeeze his legs together, his overfull bladder threatening to give. He knew then he wouldn’t be able to wait until he was back at home. He would have to wait until Suzan excused herself, then he could sneak a pee in the bushes. He hoped she would do it soon. But she seemed pretty comfy, stretched out on her tummy, messing with her iPod. She found what she wanted, apparently, because she put her sunglasses on and turned over, on to her back. Luke didn’t recognize the music. It didn’t even have any words, just weird, abstract sounds. He didn’t like it. Or, Luke thought, maybe I’m just getting irritable because I really, really, really have to pee. Suzan sighed and stretched her arms and made a comment about perfect days and followed it with a silly chortle. Luke didn’t respond. He was trying hard not to squirm. He turned over on to his side, and got a little comfort. His bladder cramped, and he winced, but felt better after it passed. Suzan looked at him. “Are you okay?” Luke hoped he wasn’t blushing, but it felt like he was. “Uh-huh.” “Did you want to go toss the discs around?” She asked, as she started repacking the remnants of lunch and gathering their trash. Luke had taken advantage of her diverted attention to carefully loosen his belt and unbutton his pants, and he was startled enough when he heard her speak to make his bladder cramp again, and he nearly couldn’t stop it from emptying. He wanted to hold his cock so bad, but he knew he couldn’t, not in front of pretty Suzan. He focused all his energy in not wetting his khakis. He cursed himself for wearing khakis. Then, a spurt of pee gushed into his boxer briefs. He looked down in dread, but it didn’t show on the khakis. “Luke?” Suzan asked. Now all of her attention was focused on him. She could see he was sweating, and blushing. “Yeah?” His reply came fast and breathless, and suddenly, he knew it was over. There was no more holding it. He leaped up and began to pee dance frantically, holding his crotch. “Oh, noooo…” Luke moaned, as the long-held, hot pee gushed from his cock and poured into his soft cotton boxer briefs and preppy khakis. He couldn’t stop it. The pee ran through his cords and through his fingers, down his legs, and dripped all over Suzan’s blanket. The sound of him wetting his pants was very loud in the quiet of the soft autumn afternoon, and soon he could hear water on water, he was soaking the blanket, making a puddle, and filling his skate shoes with piss. But his body had taken over, and he was powerless to move until his bladder was empty. When he stopped, he couldn’t even look at Suzan. It was like reliving the rec center dance all over again, only this time there were far less people around to witness what had gone down. There was only one witness, but she was one he had to face the rest of the semester, every Tuesday morning from eight until nine-fifty. At least she wasn’t laughing. He turned away, and struggled with his emotions, and how to explain what had just happened. He was torn between sheer relief he no longer had to pee, shame, embarrassment, and panic about Suzan’s potentially negative reaction. Suzan was quiet for a long time. But, when she spoke, her voice was soft. “Oh, you poor sweet thing…it’s okay, Luke.” Her hands caressed his shoulders, and she stood on tiptoe to kiss the back of his neck. “You’re just shy…and probably pee shy.” There she laughed, but it was really more of a sweet, playful giggle, and quite suddenly, she grabbed him tight and swung herself around him in a tight hug, completely ignoring the wet khakis! She planted a big kiss on his surprised mouth, and gave him a big, happy grin. “And, lucky for you, I love that, and I think it’s totally adorable!”
  7. I guess you could say I have a relatively shy bladder. I have difficulty peeing anywhere that is not either a toilet or a tree. So last night I had a martial arts class, and afterwards, I was sweating like crazy. I drank a lot of water afterwards, and decided to take a shower to wash away the sweat. About halfway through, I felt the urge to pee. I decided not to pee in the toilet, even though it's right next to the shower) but to try and pee in the shower. I had read a short article that peeing in the shower was more sanitary and better than the environment, and I'm sure that there is at least one post in all of omorashi that talked about peeing in the shower at least once. Plus, I was just lazy. So I tried. Nothing came out. So I tried again, And again, nothing came out. I tried again. My bladder was on the verge of emptying it's contents, but it didn't. I tried again. A few drops came out. (I think) So Eventually, I just came out, got dressed, and peed in the toilet. I was SO DISSAPIONTED that I couldn't pee In the shower, and thought that I might ask this question. How do you overcome a shy bladder? How do you pee in the shower? If you've done this before, please, tell me how it went and how I can improve! bye 4 now.
  8. pdeferred

    female Pantsu

    They came in a little box on her anniversary morning. He was so very shy - she smiled to herself as she held them, imagining him blushing and aroused in the shop, surrounded by sensuous fabrics and glamorous women, trembling as he considered how each piece might look on *her*, how the soft fabric would cling and press up against her most intimate places, finally making his selection. Silky and pale blue; his strong hands carefully fold them in tissue. Considering ... placing the box just so, where she would find it as she stepped out for work. Work. They would meet for dinner and cake and ice cream ... and so much more. But for now, she was running slightly late, stuffing the small parcel in her purse and skipping off to the bus stop. The morning wore on, but her mind was on that package and on *him* - she wanted to wear them, to have these soft things of his laying up between her legs, to feel the silky touch of the fabric. And so when, as dictated by ritual and need, she popped off to the ladies mid-morning, she brought them with her. A small piece of paper fell to the floor as she shook them out - "Let No One Remove These but Me". How romantic, she thought, the cool smoothness caressing her gently. He was on her mind continually - through the mid-morning, and through lunch, and through the sleepy early afternoon. What they would do together, how his hands would run up under her skirt, follow the seams of his gift, caressing her through the thin fabric. And so, when as dictated by ritual and need, she popped off to the ladies mid-afternoon, she dared caress the gusset, pleasurably, and was unsurprised to find it slightly dampened. And she locked the stall and she hiked up her skirt, and she stopped. "Let No One Remove These but Me". She was one to take romance seriously. Peeing would require their removal. She hesitated - she was all ready to go, and she *did* want to go, as was her habit. But no - she would wait. Regretfully, bladder complaining mildly, she let her skirt fall back, and walked out of the restroom unrelieved. The remainder of the afternoon crawled by - her mind hardly on her work, but half on him and the evening, and half on the growing urgency between her legs. She rarely skipped her afternoon relief, and it was getting harder to control. By quitting time, she was rocking in her seat, pressing herself occasionally against the edge of her chair. Her urgency combined with thoughts of him, not entirely unpleasureable. The minutes ticked by until - finally! - she rose quickly from her seat and walked out. She found herself unconsciously in the restroom, quickly closing the stall door behind her and hurriedly hiking up her skirt, concentrating in order to control herself and avoid wetting the fabric. Her fingers hooked under the waistband before she remembered - blue silk and "Let No One...". It was with great effort that she calmed her excited bladder, rubbing her thigh hard as her muscles twitched. She remained dry, bladder discipline intact, but confidence waning. She *really* wanted to urinate badly, and sat there in the stall catching her breath momentarily, bargaining with herself. "Maybe I could just move the gusset to the side?" "No. That's not in the spirit of the rules." "I can hold it until I see him." "I *can*." She got up with great reluctance, her swollen bladder complaining as she walked out of the stall unrelieved for a second time. Dinner was a ten minute walk away. She walked quickly, slightly bent at the behest of her bladder. She was obliged to reach behind herself and squeeze a couple times as waves of urgency hit, but made it to the cafe. She was, of course, very early - about twenty minutes. She took a seat in the waiting area and pretended to read the menu with her heel tucked between her legs, counting first the minutes, then the seconds. The restrooms were *right* *there* in front of her, mocking her desperate need with their triangular symbols of perfectly normal people who did not need to pee. But romance was romance. And the minutes ticked by. "Why can't he be early for once?" "Just like, five minutes early?" "Okay. If he's not five minutes early, I've *got* to go anyway." "Fuck romance." He was not five minutes early. Still she held it, but as the hour flipped over on the clock, and she still didn't see him, she quickly got up and made a mad dash for the door with the little taunting people on it, hurriedly locking the stall behind her, running in place and fumbling with the latch as the pent up urine surged toward freedom. Trembling now, she once more flipped up her skirt and reached underneath to pull at the waistband, barely managing to maintain control. And her hands felt that silky waistband, the smooth elastic rippling underneath. And she stopped herself. And her hands flew between her legs to momentarily stem the tide, holding it in until the spasms subsided. She could not remember wanting the toilet so badly ever before in her life, but she held herself there, poised over the bowl, urgently desperate to relieve her need. And she flipped her dress back down, and straightened her hair, and once more walked away from the toilet, awkwardly, her thighs pressed tightly together. Her bladder struggling to betray her. Because romance. That's why. And she slumped back down on her chair in the waiting area, heel grinding underneath, breathing hard and trembling with the effort. She willed him to appear. She stared at the restroom door. She stared at the umbrella holder in the corner. She considered - "Maybe I can just go without taking them off." "No. I'm not going to wet myself." "But if he doesn't show up soon, I *am* going to wet myself." For three long minutes. Until he was suddenly there. She had anticipated his arrival so desperately that she immediately leapt up and embraced him, grinding herself into his thigh as the urge threatened to overwhelm her. And she was suddenly, unaccountably, shy. He had so much to say - about the present, about the day, about the cafe. And she - who would have easily asked about the restroom casually - felt shame at her impending inability to control her urge. How could she be about to wet herself like a little girl, not an all grown up girlfriend? How could she - a responsible adult - have gotten herself into a situation like this? And somehow, they were seated. She back on her heel, rocking. Unable to say the words. And in a trembling voice, she ordered. And tried make small talk while thinking of some way - any way - to steer the conversation back to the delicate matter of her overwhelming desire to pee, and the conditions required therein. There are situations where asking your boyfriend to remove your undergarments is both appropriate and erotic. In public, in a cafe, in a restroom stall with a very real chance of getting a face full of hot liquid as your girlfriend loses control of her bursting bladder is not one of those situations. So instead she rocks and sweats and trembles and makes conversation that involves a lot of monosyllables - a prisoner of her shyness. She not thinking straight, not sure what she can do except try to control herself until an opportunity presents itself. And somehow, she makes it. Dessert is offered and quickly rejected by both - he seems turned on, maybe by thoughts of the gift between her legs, or perhaps the fidgeting. She almost summons the courage to say something on the way out, but can only get a syllable out as she passes the door to the restrooms once more. They walk down the street, his hand on her bottom. How can he not feel the struggle, the constant squeezing? She furtively grabs herself, shuddering, scanning the side streets for someplace out of the public eye - any place even slightly private. She feels it coming - the building spasms rising beyond her control, urges too great to resist. It's not much - a corner behind a stairwell - but she can delay no longer. She frantically pulls him behind, and finds her voice. "Take them off! Take them off! I can't hold it anymore!" He is shocked, still. She grabs his hands and forces them up under her skirt. "Take! Them! Off!" Finally he understands - and tugs them down around her thighs - dribbles of pee soaking in, then turning to a forceful stream, but he doesn't recoil, his hands still on her thighs, now misted with urine. Her breath is coming in sobs, spasms of pleasure at long denied relief. And there is his face, his hands, down between her thighs. And the contractions of her bladder turn to spikes of pure pleasure. Just barely off the street, she has to muffle her cries. The walk to the bus stop. The bus takes them back. Her hand in his pocket. Damp silk is balled in his fist, straying to brush between her legs from behind as she walks. Urgently through the front door, and rolling on the carpet. Clothes strewn with abandon, rug burns to be discovered later in the shower.
  9. I'm growing tired of all those desperation and wetting videos featuring silly giggling girls in hotpants or jeans, when what I'm searching for is, well - class! I long to see a video featuring a lovely elegant lady, dresed up to the nines, growing progressively more anxious as she inwardly struggles with her mounting dilemma while trying to keep an outwardly appearence of normality. I want to see the subtle signs of distress, which might only be noticed by someone tuned into looking carefully, and anticipating she might be conceling an increasingly full bladder. The furrowed brow, the worried look in her eyes, the lack of conversation, or in some cases, excessive bland conversation. The touching-up of her makeup (as she tries to take her mind off her desperation). The forced static posture that hides her desire to cross her legs tightly or jiggle her legs, but she's too much a lady to let her plight be known. She's far to shy to tell anyone she's desperately hoping to find a loo - very soon. She could be contemplating how she might relieve herself if no loo can be found in time. Her long tight dress would make a discreet squat impossible. She visualises trying to get her firm-control panti-girdle down without fully undressing, and realises it's not an option. It will have to be a loo or soon she'll be sitting in a puddle of her own making. Now I know that the chances of filming a genuine situation like this are practically nill (but one can live in hopes) but surely there's someone out there with a flair for acting and a willingness to put themselves in that predicament for the benefit of the camera! So, my perfect desperation video would follow very closely the expressions, jestures and movements of the lady. We would hear the dialogue between her and her companion or friends, without any word of her plight. We would watch with increased interest as her need intensifies and her face flushes, hands tremble slightly and even her tone starts to convey the fact that she's fighting a losing battle. A battle her bladder will win and when that moment comes - when she feels that warm and wet sensation - she breaks down and cryingly confesses she's wet herself. Am I alone in wanting to see some sophtication and class brought to the desperation scene?
  10. So as I mentioned in my last story, I have been into desperation for as long as I care to remember. Both male and female. I have not though witnessed very much in my life. Like all of us desperation fans I wish I could see more but it's obviously not something that happens a lot. True desperation to me is almost overwhelmingly exciting so when it does come around I consider myself very very lucky. My parter and I have been together for coming up to seven years. When I say she is beautiful I'm not saying it as she's beautiful to me, I mean she is beautiful to everyone. I am, and will always be baffled as to how I managed to snag such a beautiful, kind person. She has long brown hair and a body she has worked long and hard on. I won't waist your or my time describing her, my Jess looks and sounds exactly like you want her too but know this, she is shy and lovely and on this particular day she was wearing a red long sleeve top and jeans. We had been together for 6 years at the time and were well into planning our future. At this stage though we were having too much fun to rush into marriage and children and debt. I had come to know her family very well. I liked them more and more with every meeting. The only member that scared me though was Jess's sister Melanie. Mel, it would seem had had a pretty hard life. She'd had a baby to a loser at 16 and struggle to pay the rent when he disappeared leaving her to raise young Matt on her own. She did though and 14 years later met a man, Cameron who also had a teenage son, Chris who was 13. Anyway they decided to get married, so they did. They went on a honeymoon to Vietnam for a week and Jess and I (we had been living together for 3 weeks) looked after the young boys Matt and Chris. As a special bonus for Melanie and Cameron though we decided to take the boys on a holiday of their own the day Mel and Cam got back from their honeymoon. We took them to Queensland for a week, going to all the theme parks and spending much of our time on the beach. Matt and Chris were both really good kids and the fact that both Jess and I weren't their parents trying to boss them around made for a really good week away. I new Chris was infatuated with Jess but honestly I couldn't blame him. We spent our last morning in Queensland having breakfast in the hotel we'd stayed at for the week. We had already checked out of our rooms earlier on and were ready to go by 11am. Time to spare as our flight back to Melbourne was not until 1245. We all finished our breakfast and juices, Jess grabbed a take away coffee for herself and we headed to the hire car to drive to the air port. We piled in, luggage and all and drove the 15 or so mins to the air port. It should have been 15 or so minutes but it was not. It was hell from the get go. We didn't really know our way around Queensland and were kind of relying on the GPS to get us to where we needed to go. Jess had set it for the airport and we thought thats where it was taking us but soon realized that it was taking us to a hire car place around 20 mins out of our way. We drove there, realized what we'd done then headed back for the airport. It was now 1130 and Jess was getting pretty worried about making it to the airport on time. When we finally got the GPS to work it said we were 30 mins from the airport. Then it froze and no amount of technical tapping would get it to work again. We drove in the direction we thought was the right one and stopped at the nearest service stations we could to get directions. 'I might just stop into the loo while your getting directions' said Jess. 'Me too' said Matt 'Might as well too' said Chris. We all started to walk towards the service station when Jess’s phone rang. 'It's Mel' she said turning away and answering the phone. Mel was going to pick us up from the air port so it was a call that needed to be taken. Myself and the boys went to the toilet and then I spoke to the guy behind the counter who said that the easiest way was to jump on the freeway and follow the signs. I walked out of the service station just as Jess was hanging up the phone. 'The guy said take the free way. About 35 mins from here. I think we're going to miss our check in' The boys were waiting in the car and I jumped into the drivers seat and started the engine. I didn't mean to ignore the fact that Jess hadn't been to the bathroom at the service station but it just happened that way. She got into the passenger seat and buckled up and we were on our way. 'So we have to return the car and get the deposit back. I'll do that and you check in our luggage. Hopefully if all goes to plan we will still make the check in and have some time to sit back and relax' I looked over too her and smiled. She was ever the optimist. Kind hearted to a fault and always looking on the bright side. She grabbed her coffee from the cup holders and took a big drink. I caught her eye. 'What' she said 'Positive thinking. I've read the secret and I think their onto something' I smiled and shook my head. We were on the freeway and the signs were indeed pointing the way. It wasn't until we were about ten minutes away from the airport that something occurred to me. 'Oh god' I said 'Did you get a chance to go to the toilets back at the service station' She put her coffee back in the cup holders. I wondered how much was left in it but by the looks of it it was pretty close to empty. 'No, I was talking to Mel the whole time. It's fine. But I will go at the airport before we get on the plane' 'Sorry about that' I said 'I didn't even think' 'That fine, who can think when we're this pressed for time' 'Are we going to miss our plane' came Matts voice from the back. I looked at the time on the dashboard. Just on twelve. 'Possibly' I said looking over to Jess who raised her eyebrows. She picked up her coffee and appeared to finish it off. I got the feeling she was nervously drinking. She'd just polished off a large coffee in no time. 'We are going to be cutting it fine aren't we' asked Jess. 'The wrong side of fine I think, but we'll see. If all goes to plan we'll make it' We got to the airport at 1220. 25 mins to return the car, check in our luggage and make it to the gate. We pulled up to the hire car joint. 'Ok' I said to Jess 'You take care of the car, we'll meet you at the check in. Boys you're with me'. We grabbed the luggage and headed for the luggage check in. We found the check in isle and hopped in line. I was talking to Matt about how my old man probably had the same haircut as he did when he was younger, back when it was cool, when Jess came up behind us. 'All good?' I said 'All taken care of' she lent in close and whispered to me 'I need a wee' I looked at her and then to the line ahead. We were almost at the front. 'Can you hold it till the plane'. In hindsight I should have whispered it back. 'Hold what till the plane' asked Chris. 'Nothing honey' said Jess. She looked back to me and whispered into my ear once again 'If you see one let me know. That coffee moved really fast' she put her hand on her bladder as if to show me where it had moved too. I wasn't surprised. She'd had a coffee in the room before we left, a large freshly squeezed juice at breakfast and a large coffee to go as we were leaving for the air port. She was shifting her weight ever so slightly as we were called up to book in our luggage. As the lady handed us our tickets she said 'There you go guys, gate eleven but you'll really have to hurry. That flights almost finished boarding'. We headed for our gate as fast as we could. 'Looks like you'll have to wait till the plane' I said to her. She smiled and rolled her eyes and did a sort of curtsy as she walked. 'Are you ok auntie Jess?' said Chris. 'Fine, yeah' said Jess smiling and giving him a playful push forward. 'Lets hurry though' We made it to our gate and were quickly ushered on the plane and to our seats. It appeared we were the last to board. Jess, Matt and I were on the window, Matt taking the window seat and me taking the isle. Chris was on the isle in the center next to me. Almost as soon as we were sitting down the plane pulled away and began to taxi. I noticed Jess was bouncing ever so slightly in her seat. Barely noticeable to even myself. To anyone else nothing would have been a miss but as I've said before, I know her well. She does not bounce. She lent over to me and said 'I need a wee' again 'I know' I said back to her 'Sorry we were so rushed but we'll be in the air soon and you'll be able to go' That of course was a completely fitting thing to say. I knew she was pretty desperate, she wouldn't have said anything otherwise. In the 6 years I'd know her she'd only admitted to me that she needed the toilet on about 3 or 4 occasions. That being said it wasn't incredibly exciting because she was almost definitely ten minutes away from being able to pee. Ten minutes of desperation is great but nothing to right home about. The plane taxied for about 5 minutes and then sped up and left the ground. We were up in the air for about 10 mins, all the while Jess was watching the seatbelt sign feverishly but it was still illuminated. 'Not long now' I said to her giving her a playful shove. 'Better not be' she said Ten more minutes passed and still the fasten seat belts light was on. Jess had her legs crossed, something that definitely didn't seem all that natural. She did seem fairly composed though. Not bouncing of shifting her weight. Just crossing her legs. 'Any second now' I said. This time she didn't say anything but instead scrunch up her eyebrows and upturned her mouth, if you know what I mean. We had been on the plane for half an hour. Matt was happily watching a documentary about the JFK assassination, which I thought was cool but weird. Chris was leaning over towards me talking about wrestling or something and Jess was sitting beside me, legs still tightly crossed. 'Why aren't the lights off yet' she said to me, appearing to stretch. I knew though that it was something else. 'I don't know' I said honestly 'I haven't even seen a flight attendant since we sat down' She once again lent in close and whispered 'I really have to pee'. A moment later the captain made an announcement. 'Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is your pilot speaking. Welcome to flight 567 from the Gold Coast to Melbourne. Apologies for the inconvenience but we are expecting some turbulence within the next half an hour or so. Due to this we have had to delay all mid flight catering until we are safely through the turbulence. The seatbelt signs will remain on and we ask that you keep your seat belt fasten and remain in your seats until the seatbelt sign is turned off. We are scheduled to land at Melbourne Airport at 1500 hours or 3pm where the weather is stormy with a high of 26 dropping down to 14 overnight. Sit back and enjoy our on flight entertainment and we will do our best to get some catering around to you just as soon as we can. On behalf of myself my co-pilot and the cabin crew, We hope you enjoy your flight' I was instantly taken back to our train trip from 5 years back. I looked over to Jess who despite the obvious bad news, seemed to be quite calm. 'Ehhhgg. The worlds against me being comfortable today' she said it to me but Chris on my right obviously heard. 'Are you ok auntie Jess. Do you still need to pee' 'I'm fine, just need to stretch my legs' she was blushing. I could tell that Chris wasn't convinced. I knew he had a big crush on Jess. She wasn’t a blood relation so I guess I couldn't blame him. I started to wonder if maybe Chris’s attraction to Jess transcended into my fetish. I don't know why I thought it but I did. I didn't have long to think about it as the promised turbulence hit. It didn't hit hard but it did hit. Once more I turned to Jess. 'How are you doing beautiful' I said putting my hand on her thigh. 'Fine' she said 'You know when you think your close to being able to go, makes you need to go a little worse. I'm fine now. Just looking forward to being able to stand' A while later and still the seat belt sign shine bright. Jess was moving around a little to my left. Both the kids had their earphones in and were happily watching the screens in the back of the seats. 'Are you desperate' I said, a little more confident than usual. 'Getting there' she said rubbing her hands together in her lap. Then she said it again with more emphasis 'Getting there fast' I didn't want to pass up this opportunity to talk about her need as I wasn't sure if I would ever see her in this situation again. She had mentioned her need around two hours ago. The fact that she mentioned it to me meant it was at least a pressing need, otherwise she'd have said nothing. An hour ago she had lent in and said 'I need a wee'. That was a bit different from saying ‘I might pop into the loo’. It meant that she was desperate. It meant that she had to physically hold on. That was an hour ago. That meant that she had been desperate to pee for at least an hour. I didn't know how to proceed so I just said 'Are you going to be ok' 'I will when they let us up' 'And what if they don't'. I wasn’t sure if I was pressing to hard but it turned out I wasn't. I also didn't really think they would keep us in our seats for the whole 2 hour flight. The though seemed absurd somehow. 'I don't even want to think about that' she whispered cutely 'Just gotta pee. They surely won't keep the sign on the whole way back will they. The turbulence isn't even that bad' She had crossed her legs once more and was definitely starting to look a little more desperate. I felt for her a bit. The toilet was only like twenty steps behind us. It must have been pretty frustrating knowing she was so close to relief, but like a school girl had been told to stay in her seat until the bell rang. 'I can't be the only one who needs to go. I may need to go the worst but surely there are others who were counting on going to the bathrooms on the plane'. 'You have to go the worst' I whispered back to her with concern. 'I'd hate to think that anyone might need to go more. Especially some nice old lady' I didn't want to push things any further. I now knew that she was desperate. Her words coupled with her minor fidgeting would no doubt make for an interesting couple of minutes I hoped. As I said, the turbulence really wasn't that bad. I was sure that any second they were going to switch of the seatbelt sign and Jess would finally be able to pee. But they didn't. No announcement, no flight attendance no nothing. Jess was not being overly open about her need but every now and then she would look at me with a look that simply said 'I have to pee'. Matt finished his movie and took out his earplugs. Jess did her best to stop her fidgeting as we began to talk about the fun we'd had on our holiday. Jess though was definitely finding it hard to join in on the conversation. 'Are you ok, is something wrong' asked Matt giving Jess a strange look 'She has to pee' said Chris from beside me 'But they won't let us get up' I hadn't even noticed he wasn't watching his movie anymore. 'Why don't you just go anyway' The question hung in the air but that's all it did. I changed the subject as quick as I could. I knew Jess would be very uncomfortable with the current conversation. 'So what did your sister have to say' 'Oh yeah. She didn't know where she was going to pick us up from. I have to call her when we get off the plane. She said she would work something out' For the next half an hour Jess fidgeted and moved fairly regularly. Every now and then saying 'come on' to the seatbelt sign. The turbulence was fairly bad but I didn't even notice. I was to busy enjoying being stuck next to Jess as her need slowly turned from being well concealed to becoming fairly noticeable. Still no announcement and still no flight attendant. It was odd but I was enjoying every second. I don't think I was the only one. Chris to my right was leaning across the isle watching Jess like a hawk. It had been an hour and three quarters since we took off. I knew we would be descending soon and I said as much. 'Looks like you'll have to hold it till we get to the airport' Jess let out a sigh of resignation. 'This is crap' she said then lent forward and pressed her head upon the seat in front of her. About 10 mins later there was a ding sound. The sound that usually signifies that the seat belt sign has been turned off. My heart sank a little but I had enjoyed her desperation very much. 'Oh thank god' said Jess reaching for her seat belt. 'The lights not off auntie Jess' said Chris. He was right and I knew we had started our decent. Jess froze beside me. 'What the hell' she whispered to herself in frustration. Then music to my ears. 'Ladies and gentlemen we have started our descent into Melbourne airport. We apologies for the cancelation of your in flight refreshments but due to the rough conditions we were unable to prepare them for you. The seatbelt signs are once again on and we ask that you make sure all carry on luggage is stored safely away as we brace for landing. Once again we thank you for flying with us and we hope you choose us on your next time in the air' Someone up ahead shouted 'Not a chance' which produced a healthy bout of laughter. 'Sorry honey' I said to Jess. ‘We'll get to a toilet at the airport' She winced ' He said once again on. Did they forget to turn them off' She began to fidget once more, not much but she was definitely wearing a worried look on her face. She crossed her legs and bounced the top leg rhythmically, Then uncrossed them again. We didn't descend for long before we could see land below. Ten mins later of the same mild seated desperate pee dance from Jess and we had landed. We grabbed our luggage, preparing to be off quickly but it didn't happen that way. Because of where we were seated we had to wait a fare while to make our way off. Jess was standing the whole time. She was pacing a bit on the spot but I knew she was struggling to not do a full on pee dance. We finally made it off the plane and into the airport proper. 'Ok' started jess ' You guys go get the luggage, I'm going to find the toilet' She tossed her carry on to me and made to leave when her phone rang. 'Pretty sure you're supposed to have them turned off on the plane' said Matt pulling his own out and switching it back on. Jess rolled her eyes and answered the phone. 'Mel' she said into the phone. She was dancing around subtly with her free hand balled up at her side. 'Ok, we have to get our luggage but call me when you're about a minute away from passing....ok...I'll see you soon. 'Whats happening' I asked 'I'll tell you in a second. I'm seriously about to pee myself' she said and walked off in the direction of the toilets. 'We'll meet you at the luggage train' I called after her. I stood there fairly stunned. I guess the fact that she was only a couple of minutes from being in a toilet had wiped her shyness away. I would have put money in the fact that she would never say that in front of the boys. I'd have lost apparently. I assumed that was it I really did and I was ok with that. I was glad she was going to be more comfortable and I had definitely enjoyed the plane trip and yeah, she was on her way to the toilet so this particular episode was done and dusted. Thats what I thought at least. I was very very wrong. End Part 1
  11. Ally98

    Too shy to pee

    My shyness has been one of my greatest enemies. A lot of the time, being shy to admit I have to pee results in really desperate and embarrassing situations. I've tried my best to overcome this problem but I just can't. I never had this problem when I was little, but after I hit my teenage years I became more and more concerned how people around me were perceiving my actions. Needing to pee was one major embarrassment (for some reason) and most times I'd rather hold it in for hours in class than ask the teacher for permission. It's really a sort of self contradicting cycle - I'm too shy ask for permission, but when I'm holding it I'm equally shy in case someone notices, so I cross my legs and hold it silently, but I become even more desperate, and even more shy to let anyone know about my predicament. I try my best to empty my bladder before class, but sometimes things get in the way, and every time I don't pee during recess, even if I don't feel the urge at first, I'll end up twisting my legs in knots for the next hour and half. When I was in high school, this actually happened so much I ended up with a urinary tract infection. I found out one day when I peed and it burned. It was so painful. The doctors prescribed me some pills and I was fine after that. The doctor asked me whether I was in the habit of holding my pee. I felt myself blushing like mad when he asked as he saw through my little secret. I had no choice but to admit it. The doctor said he had other patients who were too shy to pee and ended up like me. Usually when I'm bursting in class I might loose a little control and my panties would get a bit wet. The doctor said the contact of pee against my va***** also made it easier for infection to occur. So you see the problems my shyness was creating for me. After that I tried my best to pee whenever I could. Luckily I've never had another infection after that. I finished high school last year so I had less situations where I would be constricted to hold my pee in. But I still have that stupid tendency to feel shy and I feel like I'm never going to get rid of it. When I'm out with friends I might be bursting for a pee, but I'd be too shy to be the one in the group to raise the idea of going to the bathroom. Or when I can't find the toilets, I might rather hold it in than quickly ask someone for the directions. As much as omorashi is a pleasure, having to pee in public is quite a nuisance. So what I want to ask is whether any of you have had the same problem? Don't know if I might have strayed a bit off topic here, but being shy was a huge reason why I always get stuck in desperate situations. As much as I like omorashi, it turns into a bit of torture when I have to hold it in public, when there's no guarantee I can get to the toilets in time. My friends too have noticed how I tend to get shy all the time and they've even coined me a nickname. I'm called Ally but they would tease me and call me Apple as they said I blush too often and my face would look as red as an apple. I'd really appreciate it if someone can share their thoughts on this. Are there any ways to overcome this shyness? Also, I might sound a bit sexist if I say this but do boys feel shy about their bladders as well? Thank you so much if you took the time to read this and I hope it wasn't a waste of time for you :)
  12. Despguy123

    Too shy to say

    I was going to post this in the School desperation sightings thread, but it turned out being really long! When I was about 16 I remember being absolutely desperate for a piss when I was at a friends house after school, but too shy to ask him if I could use his toilet. I hadn't peed since that morning before school, so by the time the final lesson of the day started I was bursting, and spent the whole hour fidgeting around in my seat struggling to concentrate on anything other than needing a pee. After the lesson ended I was close to bursting point, and could hardly hide just how badly I needed to go. I couldn't wait to get to a toilet and relieve myself. I was about to hurry to the toilets for a quick piss, but my friend Ed, who I'd been in the lesson with, was waiting for me outside the door. He had asked me earlier that day if I wanted to go round to his and play some video games, and I was so desperate to pee that I'd completely forgotten about it! I was too embarrassed to tell him I needed a piss before we left, so we left the school and set off walking towards his place. I hoped it wouldn't take so long as my bladder was rock hard and every time we stopped to cross a road I was stepping from foot to foot, still trying not to let on to Ed that I was dying for a piss. It took ages to get to his house, or at least it felt like it to me, so by the time we got there I was desperate to run off to the toilet for a long, relieving piss. We kicked off our shoes and went into his kitchen, where his step-mum was preparing dinner. We said hi and chatted for a minute or so, and I was trying to work up the courage to let him know I needed a wee, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. Even though we were good friends, for some reason I was still shy about letting people know that I needed to go, especially with his mum right there. It was easy as asking 'where's your toilet?' but the words just wouldn't come. Just then, Ed said he needed the toilet and would be back in a minute, leaving me alone with his mum, with me trying not to show that I was close to wetting myself in the middle of her kitchen. She asked me how school was, and we chatted for a couple of minutes, with me fidgeting around the whole time. I was shifting from foot to foot in my black school socks, occasionally bobbing slightly or bending forwards a bit, and I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hiding my desperation despite the fact I felt like I was about to soak my grey school uniform trousers. I heard Ed shout my name from the top of the stairs, so I said bye to his mum. Just before I turned to walk out, she said 'The loo's upstairs on the left, by the way'. My cheeks went red as I realised I hadn't done such a good job of hiding my urgent need to piss after all! Not only could she tell that I was desperate, but she also knew that I was too shy to ask. Blushing, I thanked her and she smiled, noticing my embarrassment. Red faced and more bursting than ever, I hurried up the stairs. I caught sight of the bathroom door, open and inviting, and stopped mid stride, giving my cock a long squeeze. Still too shy to tell Ed where I was going, I walked quickly towards the bathroom door, frantically unzipping my fly as I walked. I wanted to piss quickly, before Ed knew where I was. I didn't want him to know I'd been holding on for ages and was too shy to ask for the loo! However, just as I stepped foot in the bathroom and was about to shut the door, I heard Ed say 'I'm in here'. Gritting my teeth, literally steps away from the toilet I'd been desperately needing for hours, I stepped back out onto the landing and tried to quickly zip my flies back up before Ed came out of his room. Unfortunately I was too slow, and he was already on the landing, looking for me. He glanced down at my open flies, my underwear on show, with a noticeable bulge of a bladder full of piss aching to be finally let loose. 'Oh... Do you need the toilet?' he asked, looking at me with surprise. I nodded sheepishly and said yeah, hands still on my flies, bobbing up and down a little on the balls of my feet, blushing like mad. 'Well hurry up and go then! I'll be in here' He said and laughed, going back in his room. I didn't need telling twice! I bolted back into the bathroom, shutting the door and pulling out my cock as I stepped towards the toilet. I sighed and I started to piss, finally relaxing after hours of holding on. I was still shy, even after being caught hopping around with desperation in front of the bathroom with my trousers undone, so I tried to relieve myself as quietly as I could by aiming at the bowl. I was peeing for ages, and after I finally emptied my bladder, relief flooded over me. I washed my hands and went back to Ed's room, still blushing. 'Good piss?' He said and we had a laugh about it, before sitting down to play some video games. He never knew just how close I'd come to weeing myself in his house!
  13. Happyshine

    female Shy Pee at the Movies -_-;

    Alright! I'm pretty new here, so I'll start making a few contributions~ Okay, so this happened literally a few hours ago, which led to me joining the site. So, I went to go see the movie Safe House with my friend Aislin, and I got a gigantic cup of pink lemonade. (Um... big mistake. ._.) About the middle of the movie, I had to go pretty bad, so I had to miss a bit of the movie (Nooo!) to go the the restroom. Anyway, I got there, and I found that there was just one other person there. I have a gigantic mental block about peeing in public. I've heard it's called "shy-pee" and it usually happens to guys at urinals and stuff, but I guess chicks can get it too... I just can't stand for others to... *ahem*... "hear" me. It's just one of the many "delights" of having social anxiety. I try my best to go, sitting on the toilet in embarrassing silence for a good two minutes or so, but it's not happening. So I just give up and return to the theatre. Almost as soon as I sit down, the need to pee shot up on the scale big time. There was still an hour left of the movie, but.. 1) I didn't want to miss the movie. lol~ and 2) I knew if I went back and tried again, it would just be a lost cause if someone else was in there. So I just sit there in agony waiting for the movie to be over. I literally can't move much when I have to pee, because it just hurts... however, the desperation got me thinking about omorashi, which I've know about for a while, but never really took extreme interest in. I still find the whole idea of it pretty adorable. Anyway, so the movie ended, and I rushed to the bathroom again. The need to pee was so bad, that I figure my shyness wouldn't even matter. Wrong! My mind still won't let the pee come out. Stupid shy-pee! Eventually, I'm able to empty my bladder (with some effort, because my body was still being annoyingly reluctant about it). After the ordeal, my lower stomach muscles were plumb tuckered and I felt warm all over (ya'll know the feeling!). So there's that. It always seems so much more enjoyable in retrospect...
  14. Despguy123

    malefemale Too shy to say (again)

    When I finished uni I managed to get myself a job just outside of London, and after looking online at some places to rent I decided to save money by renting a room in a shared house. I found a room that looked OK and was close to the office, and spoke to the landlady on the phone. She was very friendly, and we arranged a date for me to travel down and meet her and view the room. On the day of the viewing, I took the train to London, then took a tube to another London station (Waterloo) and then finally a suburban train to the town, where the landlady had offered to pick me up in her car and drive me to the house. By the time I got to London Waterloo after my long journey by train and then by tube, I was badly needing a pee. I'd had a big cup of tea that morning along with a couple of bottles of water during the journey, and had not been to the loo since leaving my flat. However, my next train was due to leave in just a few minutes, and I didn't have enough time to find the toilets. I decided that I'd just have to use the toilets on the train, but unfortunately for me, there weren't any! I just had to hold on, fidgeting in my seat. After a frustratingly long journey to the station, we finally arrived and I looked anxiously for the toilets, only to find the station toilets closed with a big 'Out of Order' sign posted on the door. I was getting really desperate now, and was considering trying to find somewhere discreet to have a quick pee when the landlady called me to say that she was waiting in the car park. Not wanting to delay her, I went to meet her and tried to ignore my very full bladder. She was an attractive curvy blonde lady in her early 40s, and very friendly and chatty so there wasn't any awkwardness. On the short car journey to the house, I really wanted to ask her if I could use the toilet as soon as we got there, but out of shyness I just couldn't bring myself to ask, and I tried to keep my fidgeting to a minimum. When we got to the house I took my shoes off and she showed me the room, then took me round the living room and kitchen, and the whole time I was trying to pay attention and not let on that I was absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. I kept trying to find a good opportunity to ask if I could use the loo but I was too shy! I thought she would then show me the bathroom, which I decided would be a good time to finally bite the bullet and ask permission to use it, but instead we stayed in the kitchen and she made us both a cup of tea. As the kettle boiled, we stood chatting and I couldn't help but fidget around from foot to foot, sometimes crossing my legs, and I'm sure she must have noticed but she didn't mention it or ask me why I was so fidgety! We went to sit in the living room and drank our tea, chatting some more, and I was finding it harder and harder to sit still and not squirm around on the chair as my bladder demanded relief. Luckily she could not see me bouncing my legs under the table! Eventually, we finished our tea and she offered to drop me back at the station. I was really, really bursting for a pee by this point and could hardly stand still. She then showed me the bathroom, much to my relief, as this was an ideal time to ask to pop in and use it quickly before I left. However, she was clearly very proud of her very large, newly tiled bathroom, as she took me inside and spent ages talking about it, and explained in great detail about the expensive shower with the large square shower head, and how nice it was to stand under there as the water poured out. I was literally standing right next to the toilet, stepping from foot to foot, absolutely longing and desperate to relieve myself, having to listen to her talk for ages about rain and splashing water. It was almost too much for me, and I was so close to interrupting her and asking to use the loo, but I just about managed to hang on until she finished speaking. She asked me if there was anything else I wanted to ask and I thanked her and said no, that was everything. I started to blush. It was now or never, I was going to have to ask. 'Actually...' I said, crossing my legs, 'May I use the toilet quickly? The ones at the station are closed.' I jiggled a bit on the spot and she laughed and glanced down at my legs for a second. 'Yes of course you may! I'll wait by the front door for you.' I thanked her and she left, closing the bathroom door behind her. Immediately, I turned around and unbuckled my belt, hopping up and down on the spot as I frantically undid my fly and pulled out my cock, leaking a few drops of pee into my boxers. As soon as I took aim at the toilet bowl I immediately let loose a long, gushing stream of pee, splashing loudly into the water below, and I groaned with relief as I was finally able to empty my aching bladder after waiting for hours. After pissing for close to a minute, I gave a big sigh of relief, and washed my hands before exiting the bathroom and walking down the hall to where the landlady was waiting. I'm pretty sure she must have heard me peeing as she smiled at me and asked if I felt better, and my face blushed bright red with embarrassment!