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  1. Hey, I thought about posting an experience from me which happened a few weeks ago after work. To mention I work in an office. It was a normal day at work, a bit stressful as often and very warm so I drank a lot of water during the day and I was already two times on the toilet. After lunch break I had a lot to do and I slowly felt another urge to pee but not that bad so I decided to hold my pee. In the afternoon I had a lot of phone calls and appointments with my coworkers which distracted me from my need to pee. When my work was over and I wanted to leave I thought about using the bathroom to pee. To my regret I had to find out that the bathroom was locked because it has been cleaned. So I thought about to hold my pee and drive home. I considered if I can hold it until I reach home. Normally it takes 45 to 60 minutes in rush hour until I am home and I decided that it’s possible for me to hold it and to go on the toilet at home. The first 10 minutes there was nothing spectacular on the road but after that it started with slow traffic what’s actually normal for this time of the day. I slowly realized that I need to pee quite badly and the starting and braking of my car wasn’t helpful because the seatbelt pressed against my bladder. At some point nothing was moving forward because of an accident a few cars in front of me what I found out later. I realized it was a mistake to think about holding my pee until I was home and not to wait until the bathroom was cleaned to use the toilet before leaving work. After a few minutes some drops came out and a small spurt so there was a small wet spot on my panties but I managed it to hold it. Luckily for me I wore a skirt that day. While driving I rolled up my skirt so it didn’t get wet if I had an accident. Again and again I felt more small spurts escape from my pee hole. For now it was really hard to hold it and there was no sign that the traffic would be better soon. It began to hurt really bad in my stomach and urethra and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I decided to pull my panties aside and just let it flow. It felt so much better and at the same time I was very aroused. My car seat was drenched in my pee and there was a puddle on the ground. To mention it took me over two and a half hours until I was home from work because of the accident in front of us.
  2. Telling a story from a while back that I've been thinking of lately! My friend hired a limo for her birthday party which would take us to a nearby city. We all met at her condo to pregame where there was plenty of liquor and seltzers to go around. I used to be one to take full advantage of the bar, but I've been having ongoing health issues 😔 so I skipped the alcohol and offered to DD back from her place that day. I still had some soda and water to join in though. The limo pulled up and everyone slowly headed to the front, some to take some pics outside while some go to the bathroom. I helped pack some bottles in a bag and carried it out with some other people to the car for the ride over. Once everyone got situated we took off. Inside the car, everyone started fixing drinks and grabbing seltzers. This route isn't usually long (45 mins?), but with weekend traffic it became like 2 hours. As is with alcohol, about 40 mins in some of the girls I was sitting with (who went to pee before the ride!) started to complain they had to pee and stopped drinking to compensate. Another guy was complaining a little about having to pee but it felt like everyone was just kinda at a 4-5/10 at worst and still having a good time. A while later, the same guy as before laughs and says "i'm at an 8/10" and another tall, curvy brunette girl laughs and says "i really have to go too, i'm an 8 as well." They joke about instantly filling up a solo cup if they were to pee right now. Slowly the bus starts to kind of die down in vibes as everyone starts to really need to pee. We checked the map and still had like 35-40 mins to go, but unfortunately there wasn't really anywhere to pull over. The birthday friend was pretty drunk and asked why everyone wasn't drinking and a couple of girls were like "we have to peeee" and she jokingly was like "i don't care!" but people were kind of just starting to sit quietly. No one was shaking/holding though. I definitely had to go and was at a solid 6-7 but because i had no caffeine or alcohol it didn't feel as bad as it normally would. Usually if i have one of those it'll feel like my pee is trying to escape but now it just felt like a rock inside me. About 25 mins from our destination, the curvy girl is still smiling but asks "can we please pull over?" The guy who also had to pee jumps up to knock on the driver window to ask to pull over, but Bday girl goes "NO! HOLD IT!!" as a joke since she's drunk. "Girl i have to go!!" says the tall girl but she kind of gives up. Everyone just complains about how we'll have to wait in line for admission AND THEN to the bathrooms and can we PLEASE pull over but no one does anything about it. Things continue to get tense and the tall curvy girl has her legs crossed in her skinny jeans with her head kind of looking down, but about 12 mins out she kind of lifts her head and asks a girl sitting in the back corner if she can trade places and if she can have her cup. The other girl was kind of drunk so she was like "why?" and she responds "I can't wait, I have to pee." Someone tells her we'll be there in 12 but she says "I can't wait 12 mins, i'm just going to pee in the cup". At this point i feel so bad for her so i was like "no we're pulling over now" and we asked the driver. I turn to the girl and was like "you got this girly!! he said he'll pull over". like 30 seconds later the driver pulls over and opens the door to this industrial looking area. Once the desperate girl sees the door open she runs out, and behind her are also me and like 8 other girls and 3 guys. One of the girls was like "where's the bathroom??" i'm not sure what they were expecting but clearly our only option was to run behind a fence that covered a back alley and pop a squat. The couple of girls who could wait turned back into the limo and the rest of us continued to speed walk behind a fence. some of the really desperate girls squatted as soon as they were out of sight, and i ran past their hissing streams as i went deeper behind the fence but we were still all like within a few meters of each other. I spread my feet apart and squatted, trying to balance on my platform heels. Fortunately i was wearing a skirt so i just pulled my thong to the side and let a hissing stream start into the treebed i was in and my friend squatted next to me and also started peeing in the tree bed. I had to keep moving my feet to avoid my pee from getting on my shoes but I couldn't stop my stream so i kind of got some on my shoes oops. Everyone was laughing and saying "oh my goddd" and "im still going". I was one of the last to wrap up but i waited for the guy who complained about being desperate earlier. I felt bad because i think he must have gone the longest out of everyone! The rest of the night was great and we all had more fun and there was no problem on the way back since there was no traffic lol. I still ran to the bathroom, pee danced while waiting for a girl to wrap up, after and peed for like 90 seconds straight though!
  3. Hello again! I was in the mood to write a story again, so I wrote down this one from a few years ago. I think it will be a multi-part story, and I'm sure you'll all be able to guess why! Sorry for any weird grammar or typos, I wanted to just get it out there. I thought I’d give another solo story this time, since I’ve had a person or two ask for one. There was a time when I spent a lot of time in two different cities that were about a 1.5 – 2 hour drive apart. The why isn’t really important, but I’d frequently spend a week or two in a city that wasn’t my “main” home, so naturally I’d have to bring some clothes, electronics, and all the other things you’d travel with. I didn’t have a whole lot of privacy at this place, and this day, it was time for me to go back to my real home, so I was excited to have some alone time (for multiple reasons). One of those reasons was because I’d really been wanting to do a hold for a while, so I had been drinking quite a bit of water as I was packing up my stuff. By this point in my life, I’d done enough holds to get a good feel for how much and how fast my bladder would fill. I knew I had a pretty big bladder too. I guess this is a long way of saying, I knew what I was doing, and was trying to time it so that my drive home would be pleasantly uncomfortable, but I’d still make it home with plenty of time to spare before I burst. I put on something I thought would be fun but a bit risky to hold in – if I remember right, it was briefs made out of a thin material, tight khaki colored shorts (they show it super obviously, and the risk made it fun for me), a tight but long black t-shirt (long enough to cover a small accident, just in case), and regular shoes. Around this time, I’d met someone online who also liked to control my bladder. You know, tell me how much to drink, when/if I can use the restroom, what I could do to hold it in… All that sort of fun stuff. I was chatting with him very excitedly, taking way more time than usual to pack up my car and finish up at the house I was staying at. As I was just about finished packing my car, I realized I had to go pretty badly. I had to pee more than I was comfortable with for the 90 – 120 minute drive, and I didn’t want to have to go that badly while I was on the road, and worst case, ruin my seats and have to walk into my house with sopping wet shorts. I asked the guy I was playing with if I could go, since I had to go too badly, too early on. “I might let you go if you call and beg,” he messaged me. My stomach knotted and I called him right away. “Please let me go?” I whined to him. “Hmm… Why?” he asked, trying to sound disinterested. “Because I don’t know if I’m going to make it back okay if I don’t,” I did my best to sound genuinely worried (because I was!) and bounced a bit in real life, hoping it came across in my voice. “Hmm,” he went quiet for a bit. “I don’t think you can,” he said, his tone making it sound like he had nothing to do with him. I couldn’t think of anything to say, but I felt a nervous whine come out of my mouth. “You’d better hurry and get going,” he said. “It’s going to be a tough drive.” I think I called him a name or two and hung up. I did pack faster though, locked up the house I was staying at, filled up my water bottles to take with me, and sat in the driver’s seat. I looked down at my crotch, trying to gauge how badly I had to go. I rubbed my thighs a bit, and decided that I would still make it home, but would be extremely full and close to bursting by the time I got there. I sighed, rubbed my thighs again, and started my car. I drove through town a bit towards the highway, and actually felt okay. Very full, but okay. I pulled into a gas station just before I left the city on the highway, filled up my tank (my gas tank, I mean!), and looked longingly at the store that I knew would have restrooms. I sent another text to the guy I was playing with. “It’s my last chance,” I whined, “can I please let a little out?” All I got back was a curt “No. Start driving.” My stomach sank, and I sat back down in the driver’s seat. My stomach felt very, very full, a bit stretched even, but it didn’t hurt at that point. I remember saying “Yes sir,” and telling him to call if he wanted to talk, since I’d be driving. I got a knot in my stomach once I entered the onramp. There weren’t really a lot of towns in between the city I was leaving and the one I was going to, so I knew I’d have to hold it a while. There was a rest stop I’d planned to go to maybe an hour and a half away, more than half of the distance towards my destination. I put on some music to distract myself from my bladder. There isn’t really a whole lot to say about the next thirty minutes or so, it was a pretty boring, flat drive. At about 20 – 30-minute mark, the pain started to set in. When I felt that first pang of pain, I kept an eye out for the next road sign, looked at my speed, and did some quick math. I realized I was probably screwed. It was probably another hour until I hit the rest stop, and my bladder was already painfully contracting. It was even worse because I knew I couldn’t devote as much strength to holding it as normal because I had to focus driving. Maybe 10 minutes after I realized this, as I was bouncing one of my legs up and down (the leg not doing the driving obviously), the music on my car’s stereo stopped and my phone began ringing. My car read out the contact name as the guy I had been texting. I hit the button on my wheel to answer it. “Hi,” I said, trying to hide the strain in my voice. “How ya doin’, buddy?” he said in a condescending tone. “I’m hanging on.” “Sounds like it’s hurting,” he said, clearly enjoying that. “It is,” I admitted. “Mmm, it’s going to be a fun drive,” he laughed at me. By this point, the pain genuinely had me worried. “What do I do if I leak?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “You don’t leak,” he told me. “You just hold it. You owe it to me,” his tone was incredibly commanding, which I’ve always had a huge weak spot for. I moaned as I felt my bladder contract for the first time, and mumbled “Yes, sir.” “Do whatever you have to and call me when you’re at the rest stop. Do not go before I say you can.” He hung up before I could respond. I looked at the road around me, and from having made this drive many times before, I knew I was at least another half hour or forty five minutes before I got to the rest stop. I put on whatever I was listening to again and settled in for the ride. Maybe ten or fifteen minutes later, I started feeling more contractions, and was already dangerously close to leaking since I couldn’t dance around and grab myself while sitting in a car. I managed to press my thighs together though, and bouncing my leg around a bit helped too, I thought. I remember sweating as I got more and more nervous about losing it. I breathed in slowly, and exhaled sharply when that put painful pressure on my bladder. I stopped a bit to recover from the pain, but wiped the sweat off of my forehead, bounced my leg a bit, and tried focus on the road again, anything but my full bladder, with the seatbelt pressing on it, my normal belt straining against it, the bouncing road making it jiggle around, around, down, out… I yelped as I felt a tiny drip, just a drip, soak out of me and into my underwear. I’d been in this spot enough to know it wouldn’t show, yet, but that I was in serious trouble, especially since I just realized I didn’t have a towel easy to grab. I really didn’t want to have to clean my seats after soaking myself, never mind whatever I’d have to do about getting out of my car with wet pants. I couldn’t think of anything else to do except to call my friend. “Wow,” he answered right off the bat, “you’re at the rest stop already?” “No, I –” “Then why are you calling?” “Because I have to pee –” “I know you do, that’s why I want you to hold it.” “But I’m starting to leak, I can’t stop, what do I do – ” I couldn’t get my words out fast enough. “I told you, you don’t leak. You’re going to do this for me,” he said forcefully. “You will drive to that rest stop, and you will call me before you pee, and I’ll decide what you can do then. Got it?” I don’t think I could have said anything other than “Yes, sir”, even if I had wanted to. “Good,” he said, and hung up again. I don’t really remember what I did at that point. I do definitely remember driving with my legs squeezed together as some pee leaked out. I remember reaching my hand down between my legs and whimpering “Oh, fuck,” as I felt a decent sized wet spot. I remember a doomed feeling as I kept my attention focused on driving and felt another splash of warmth between my legs. But I also remember that my bladder cooled off a bit after I spurted a few times. I think I pulled myself together for the last five or so minutes of the drive into the rest stop. I reached between my legs again and somehow, miraculously, I wasn’t nearly as wet as I was before. Damp I guess, but not wet, at least not obviously so. My heart was pounding as I pulled into the rest stop. I scanned the parking lot quickly, and luckily there were only a few cars. I parked away from the restrooms building, away from the other cars too, and I practically jumped out of my car with my phone in hand. I stood up and leaned against the door of my car, looking down at my legs, and I swear I felt my heart ease up when I noticed that you couldn’t really see the wet stain on my khaki shorts below my shirt. Maybe a little – or maybe I was just being hopeful, in retrospect – but I knew I’d still be okay to run into the bathrooms once I got the work from my friend. I pulled my phone out and called him, put it to my ear, and… Nothing. I dialed again. Still nothing. I looked at my phone, and my gut sank when I saw I barely had reception. I swallowed and started shaking, and barely was able to send a text message: “At rest stop no service pls let me go”. Thankfully, the text still went through. I paced around a grassy area in front of my car, away from the rest of the parking lot, trying my hardest to hold on, and just barely managing. I got the idea to record myself as I was pacing, keeping the camera pointed at my lower half when I wasn’t frantically checking for a text. My heart leapt out of my chest when I felt my phone vibrate with a text message but sank when I read it: “Call me”. I tried to call again once or twice, and still I wasn’t able to get through. “Can’t call no service pls let me pee” I texted frantically. I walked hurriedly back to my car, and leaned against the back of it, which was the side closer to the restrooms. I kept the camera pointed at my bulging, obviously full bladder, and looked longingly at the restrooms. I planned to practically break out into a sprint once I got the go-ahead from my friend. I was dancing side to side as I waited for the text, grabbing myself through my pocket and underwear with my left hand. I collapsed a bit to where I was almost sitting against my car as my bladder contracted particularly badly and couldn’t stop it as it pushed out a splash of pee, soaking my underwear down between my legs, and flowing down my pelvis to the seat of my pants. I swore to myself as I somehow realized that I was dripping from the bottom of my pants onto the parking lot. I squeezed my legs together and whimpered, I knew I was about to run out of time, and I was so, so tempted to just start sprinting without hearing from my friend. But I stayed in place, shaking like mad, camera pointed at myself. Just as I was about to take off running, my phone vibrated, and I rushed to open it. I read the text: “If you can’t call, you can’t piss. Come to my place.” I whimpered and shook again as my bladder quivered, leaking more. I grabbed myself through my pocket and underwear and started to take off running, but I saw something that made me freeze immediately: There was a car parked right in front of the entrance to the toilets, and I saw the silhouette of someone’s head moving around as if they were sitting in the driver’s seat. I stopped immediately, maybe 10 or 20 feet from my car, and began pissing myself uncontrollably. My bladder contracted heavily, and I ran back to my car when I heard liquid splashing out of the legs of my shorts and onto the ground. I ran around to the front passengers’ door (the car with the person was off to the driver’s side), piss flowing all over my legs and flying in every direction out of the bottom of my shorts. I opened back passenger door for cover, and just let it all out, making sure the camera was pointed in the right direction. I tried to keep myself covered as best as I could with the passenger side door while I stood there and peed my shorts. I bent my knees a little to keep from being visible through the window, and eventually knelt on the bottom of the car’s door frame. I remember muttering “Shit, shit, oh fuck…” while I soaked myself, and couldn’t get my shoes off in time to save them. I kept looking around to see if anyone else could see me, and my heart leapt out of my chest as another car pulled into the rest stop, angled just right so that I ended up in the headlights for a few seconds. I tried to bend down and into my car, thinking maybe I’d just look like I was getting something that fell into the seat, and stayed that way until I could finally stop wetting my pants. By that time, I was soaked. Basically the only part of my pants that were dry were the sides of my hips, but I’d managed to soak the front of my shorts, of course, the bottom, and basically all of the legs. They were already tight, but now that they were soaking wet, the fabric clung to my legs, and every movement made the fabric slide heavily up, down and around my legs, reminding me of the fact that I couldn’t hold it as well as I hoped I could. I was sure to get a good image of myself for my friend, and finally turned off my phone’s camera. Once I was done, I looked around, back at the car with the silhouette especially, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone in there got a show. I quickly dashed around the rear passenger door, and zipped into the back passenger seat, shoving all my luggage aside. I tried to avoid actually sitting in the seat, given how soaked I was, and knelt on the floor between the front and back seat. I rummaged through my stuff trying to find a new pair of pants, a towel, anything really, I guess. I found a towel easily enough and kept searching for a fresh pair of underwear and pants. I managed to find a dry pair of shorts, exactly the same as what I was wearing except for a lighter color, but for whatever reason, my underwear was nowhere to be found. I gave up and put the towel on the seat and tried to change into a fresh pair of shorts without giving everyone a show. I debated taking off my underwear too, but I didn’t want to be naked in public, just in case. So I put on a dry pair of shorts with a not-so-dry pair of underwear. Luckily (I guess) they were not super absorbent, so there wasn’t much wetness to soak through onto the fresh pants. I put the wet pants somewhere, I can’t remember where, and got out of the car feeling incredibly relieved, like I’d just gotten away with something (probably because I had!). I took the towel back around to the driver’s seat, and spread the towel over the fabric seat, just to save it if anything soaked through the clean shorts. As I stood next to the open door, I took a look back at the building where the restrooms were. The guy in the car was still there, and a family just walked into the restrooms to boot. I thought about me and the person in that car seeing something other than silhouettes of one another, and was humiliated by the idea, even though I didn’t think they’d had any idea what I was back here doing. I also thought about my friend who wanted me to not pee at all (oops…), and the fact that I didn’t really need to pee anymore. That settled it, in my mind. I got into the driver’s seat, started the car, and began driving to my friend’s place.
  4. View File Had to go & I can't stop! Had to go & I can't stop! Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 01/10/2023 Category Female  
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  6. Today I had a two hours drive alone in my car. I was wearing tight black panty briefs, slim fit blue jeans and blue shirt. Soon after I started I had to pee, but I kinda was in a hurry, so I decided to hold it until I reached my destination. Being alone in the car I could openly hold myself to make it more comfortable. So I passed all rest stops and loos, with one had at the steering wheel and the other one in crotch. 😁 All the time squeezing, kneading, rubbing... Hmm... Fighting back the rising waves of desperation... oohh... Felt so good... Until the sweet relief when I reached the toilet at my hotel.
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    An old video of TAM TAM SOUTH driving around while holding her pee for as long as she can before pulling over to get some much needed relief. I've looked on here to see if this was already uploaded or not but I couldn't find it so MABYE this is new to Omo.org. Enjoy
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  8. View File TAM TAM SOUTH Desperate Drive An old video of TAM TAM SOUTH driving around while holding her pee for as long as she can before pulling over to get some much needed relief. I've looked on here to see if this was already uploaded or not but I couldn't find it so MABYE this is new to Omo.org. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Female  
  9. So I took the day off from work today to run some errands. And I chose a beautiful day because here in the Northeast it is 67 degrees and sunny with a light breeze. Early spring weather always makes me incredibly horny and flirty and confident. It's what I call feeling "bouncy". Add in the micro dosing I started 3 weeks ago and ya girl is on the upswing. 🤗 I left my house at 10 this morning with a giant cup of coffee and a breakfast shake under my belt. Then I went to the salon where I had two 16 oz waters and another coffee followed by two cocktails. Because day drinking is the best kind of drinking, but I digress. Now I'm back in the car and have about an hour long ride ahead of me and this litre of water to keep me company. I sure do hope I make it the rest of the way.xo 20220223152435452.mp4 Do we think Paula Abdul will mind?🙈
  10. She wouldn’t let him go: the girlfriend The snow kept falling and the call outs kept coming. As a heating engineer Dave loved winter because of the pay but the hours were long and the days short. It was day ten of below freezing temperatures and he was at his second last call out of the day. Another case of frozen pipes. The elderly couple were delighted to see him at last and even before he looked at the boiler he could hear the kettle boiling. ‘Can we offer you a coffee in return for heating and hot water?’ Dave rarely turned down hot coffee on such a cold day. He was also glad to hear the kettle boil as he would be asking for the hot water soon enough to sort the pipes outside. The householder was happy to hand him the kettle but even after using hot water the pipes were still solid. For the seventh time that day Dave found himself hammering on pipes full of ice to try and thaw them out. All the time drinking the delicious mug of coffee he continued in every way he knew to break up the ice. Finally he could hear small ice cubes and water dripping and he began the process of restarting and resetting the boiler. He filled in the forms, handed the empty mug to the customer and packed his tools to leave. Back in the van he checked his work phone for the final call out. It was in the same town but still some distance away. Getting out the street took over twenty minutes as the wheels of work van slid back and forth on the treacherous icy road. Finally he secured some traction and safely arrived at another property. It was getting dark and the snow was getting heavier. Dave pulled on his winter coat and took his tool box in with him. The same fault again and as before the lovely customer offered him a hot drink. Knowing he was heading home right after this Dave initially turned down the offer but when the pipes took longer to clear and he was offered again he smiled and accepted, grateful to hold a warm mug in his freezing hands. By six o’clock he was finally finished and text his girlfriend Demi to say he was on his way home. Strapping his seat belt on Dave started his engine, his mind wandering to a hot bath, a warm meal and, as he wriggled to get comfortable, a trip to the toilet. That needed to be first of all because he hadn’t been since he left for work and, as always, his bladder was full. Demi was used to him racing in and running into the downstairs loo, sometimes before he even said hi to her because he couldn’t wait. She’d joked a few times that one day she might just lock the door and make him wait, at least until he’d said hi to her, but thankfully she never had. The traffic was slower than normal and heavier. The snow was falling faster and the road, while gritted, was still slippery. While Dave was hungry, tired and nursing a full bladder, safety was still a priority so he cut his speed and took care at every roundabout, junction and traffic light. The closer he got to home the more he could feel his bladder throb. Thank goodness, he thought, that he had a downstairs loo. Just the idea of having to try and make it upstairs in his current state made him cringe. Sitting at lights he pressed his crotch and rubbed it just enough to take the edge off. It was true he loved Demi, he loved her cooking too, but mostly right now he loved the fact he was getting closer to having an epic release as his dick tingled in anticipation. It tingled a little too much as he had to squirm in the seat and grab himself as it threatened to burst sitting in the van. ‘Come on traffic. I really gotta go here!’ But it seemed the more desperate he was the slower the traffic moved. Dave clenched his fists as he squeezed. He bounced and shook a leg every time he was stationary and he tapped the steering wheel in frustration time and time again. ‘Come on!’ Finally he parked in his own driveway. Forced to grab himself in a most undignified way he was grateful it was dark so no-one could see. Locking the van he hobbled to the front door moaning under his breath with adrenaline pumping through him as he urgently headed for his own toilet for desperate release from the pressure. Even though dinner smelt delicious he couldn’t even think about anything else as he closed the front door, a hand still covering his crotch, as he raced through the kitchen to the nearest loo. ‘Hi Dave!’ Dave wanted to answer but first he just needed to piss. He raised a hand to acknowledge Demi but he was unable to stop as urine surged to the very tip of his penis ready to surge out any second. He grabbed the handle frantically and pulled it down, pushing with his full body. His shoulder pushed against the door as it remained shut. ‘Shit! What!’ ‘It’s locked Dave!’ Angry and shocked Dave turned to face Demi, his mouth panting and his heart pounding. He looked only at her face. ‘Demi this isn’t funny! I’m dying for a piss honey! Oh shit! Come on unlock it before I piss myself!’ Demi stood in silence stirring the meal. ‘What? What do you want? Just fucking unlock this toilet NOW! Come on darling...I’m dribbling!’ Dave squirmed like a toddler, both hands on his crotch, his legs bouncing and squirming in obvious desperation. ‘Look Dave I’m sick of being ignored. You race in here every night and run to the bathroom without so much of a hi. Two nights ago I put highlights in my hair and you ran past me and still ignored me. Last night I put my hair up, put make up on and even put on that fitted jumper you love...and still you ran right past me to the toilet first! Well tonight here I am cooking dinner for you like this...and STILL you don’t even say hi or kiss me before you go to the loo! What more do I need to do? Do you actually even fancy me?’ Dave squeezed his throbbing damp manhood hard as he swallowed hard and wiped sweat from his brow. Raising his head he looked at his girlfriend who was now facing him. She looked stunning dressed only in a red lace bra and matching thongs with stockings, suspenders and shiny black high heels. His eyes widened as he gasped for air. ‘Fucking hell! You are...beautiful Demi! Adorable. So sexy honey. Oh Jesus I’m dribbling! Please please honey...I’ll kiss you all night, give you whatever you want...but I’m begging you to let me piss first. Oh Shit! I’ll be right back babe...I need to go!’ Dave bent forwards and moaned as he felt another leak. Not wanting to humiliate himself any more he decided to get upstairs to the en-suite as a matter of urgency. Running through the kitchen towards the hall and stairs he froze as Demi shouted. ‘That one’s locked too by the way!’ Dave turned, bent forward in agony as a wet patch became obvious on his work trousers. ‘Demi! Please! I’ve leaked! I’m seriously starting to wet myself babe. Don’t do this to me.’ ‘Prove to me I am more important than your bladder Dave. That’s all I need to know.’ Grimacing Dave hobbled back to the kitchen towards his beautiful sexy girlfriend. Her large boobs more than filled the bra and if he wasn’t gagging for a piss he’d definitely have his hands all over Demi. His dick would certainly have been desiring her greatly but right now it couldn’t even get half hard as it ached so badly to pee. Keeping one hand tightly on his crotch the other ran through Demi’s long curly hair, something which ordinarily sent shivers through him. Touching her cheek tenderly Dave heard her whisper enticingly. ‘Kiss me honey. Please.’ His brow creased with pressure, his heart pounding, his dick throbbing, Dave’s face drew closer to Demi’s as their eyes met and lips touched. The familiar, soft, warm feeling of Demi’s lips usually sent hormones soaring through Dave’s body but tonight his bladder ached so much that, as nice as it was, it wasn’t having it’s usual effect. Just then another urge made Dave bend over and moan. ‘Demi please. This is really really bad. I love you honey. You are beautiful. But I gotta piss like crazy!’ Rubbing a hand over her own breasts sexually Demi smiled and smirked. ‘I know. It’s kinda sexy to see you know!’ And at that Demi grabbed her boyfriend and kissed him deeply. Dave moaned in a mixture of urgency and pleasure as he slowly gave into the passion and put both arms around the scarcely dressed sexy female in his arms. Drawing closer to her he returned the kiss as the dinner bubbled behind him and in front of him his trousers warmed and dripped with urine as his body could no longer restrain itself. Gently pushing Demi against the fridge Dave continued pissing steadily as he felt his dick harden and rise. Still kissing Demi rubbed her hand up Dave’s trouser leg until she reached his hard dick. Stroking it and smiling Demi pulled back from the kiss as she put her thumb that was rubbing his wet trousers to her mouth and licked it laughing. ‘Fuck that feel so much better!’ ‘That was fun. So my sexy wet boy tell me, were you needing that big piss for a while then?’ ‘Oh yes! I was bursting the whole way home. Squirming in my van and everything.’ ‘Oh you poor thing. Let’s have dinner and you can tell me all the details.’ ‘Can I get changed first?’ ‘Oh I think you look perfect exactly as you are. Have a seat...and a drink of course...and I’ll be over with dinner and you can tell me all about your day. You can start with all you had to drink...’
  11. Hello There. This my first post here, so tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Mmmh. I automatically stop my alarm. My eyes flutter open as the sun beam shines through the window, tickling my skin with it's warmth. I begin to feel the satisfaction of a good night's rest, my bed almost hugging me in it's comfortable embrace. And the morning air filling my lungs refreshes my senses and rejuvenates HOOOOOLY SHIT I HAVE TO PEE!!!! As I wake up, and gather my thoughts, I feel an enormous pressure in my lower abdomen, and it really freaking hurts. My legs close and bend inward. My hands immediately reach for the bottom of my big night shirt, pull it up and feel that area, and it feels so round and hard. I slowly and carefully try to sit up on the edge of my bed, and I can feel all the liquid sloshing around in there and beating at the walls of my pussy. Oooh I really gotta pee! It's like someone overfilled a bucket and I'm trying not to knock it over. I try to pull my sweatpants wasteline away from my bladder. As my legs bounce rapidly, I try to think back to the night before to remember why I'm this desperate. So like, I was at my friend's house with a few other people, and we were celebrating her promotion at her firm. Unlike my other friends, I don't drink alcohol, so they got me a couple of soda bottles, and we drank, and played games, and…. Jesus, did I drink almost 4 liters? Uhh- ohh my goodness. Um, I peed a little after I got back home, but I didn't have to go that much. But I was pretty wired from all the soda and the fact that this hottie Eric from the aquatic center I work at pulled me aside and finally asked me out. God he's so sweet I can't wait. For… more than one thing right now. Anyway, I was afraid I wouldn't get to sleep so I took a sleeping pill before bed. A pretty strong one, so that explains why my bladder didn't wake me up earlier. Though I'm really surprised I didn't wet the bed, 'cause christ I'm full! I legit can't remember the last time being this full, but I really need to take care of this so I can get ready for work. I stand up still cupping my bladder, and I have to hunch over and cross my legs. I stiffly walk to my door, out to the hallway, and towards the bathroom. I grab the doorknob, turn it, and bump into the door. What? It's locked. And there's a light on underneath it. It's probably my roommate, Todd. "Todd?" I say knocking on the door. Ohh being this close sucks. I have to cross my legs and almost dance in place. I knock again. "HEY TODD!" "Huh? What?" He says. "Hey, what are you doing in there?" "Um, taking a shit?" "Are you done yet?" "No, I basically just sat down." "Well can you like, stop for a sec so I can come in and use the bathroom? I promise I'll be quick." "No I'm not gonna stop! That shit hurts." "Come on, Please? I really gotta go, and I have to get ready for work. You don't have to get up. If you just let me in, I'll go in the tub." "Hell! No! You're not peeing in the tub next to me Kim! Just wait a few minutes. Or like, hold it till you get to work." "But… urrrg!" Damn it! If I know him, he probably finished messing a while ago and is just "Playing" on his phone. Plus I'm pretty sure he's into pee, so if anything I'd be helping him if he let me in… Why the hell am I thinking like that? Ok ok. Um, I still have about an hour before I gotta be at work, and I really don't think I can wait that long. Wait. The convenience store down the street! If I leave now, I can go over there and use their customer bathroom, and still make it to work on time! Plus get a breakfast sandwich, cause I'm really hungry. I hurry back to my room, dance in place as I grab my shoes, phone, purse, a pair of jean shorts, panties, a bra, a pink striped tank top, my already packed work bag and my personal mouthwash bottle. Oof, all the bending over is not helping. I take my armful of crap and speed walk to the kitchen. Wait. Could I just pee in the… (sigh) No I can't. The sink is full of dirty dishes. Dammit Todd it was your turn! … I think? I'll figure it out later. I cannot stand still as I swish the mouthwash around my mouth in front of the sink. I squeezing my thighs together, swinging my hips side to side, bobbing up and down, If a dude could see me and didn't know how badly I had to pee they'd probably think I was doing an erotic dance. I spit the mouthwash out and rinse it Ohhh nooo why did I run the faucet?! I strip naked, put on my panties, bra tank top, shorts, socks and sneakers. Honestly I feel cute! I kinda wanna go back upstairs and check myself out. My hair's probably a mess. Aaah no time! Gotta pee! I grab my stuff and head out the door. Todds probably gonna be steamed that I left my clothes on the floor again, but what are you gonna do? Sitting in my car with jean shorts really squishes my bladder, and I can feel it trying to move through me. I give my crotch a good squeeze. AHH! WHY!? Why is my neighbor watering his flower bed this early? Just endure it girl. Only a three minute drive to that store, and you're home free. As I'm driving my bladder very quickly grew impatient, and gave me a serious spasm. I'm trying not to panic, it's not far, but i really gotta go, and it's hard to multitask driving and focusing on not peeing, i can't cross my legs, I'm not the best one handed driver, so I'm relying mostly on my vag muscles, which are probably already pretty tired from holding all night. I finally pull up to the store's parking lot. Getting out of the car is no easy task, neither is trying to walk with some semblance of dignity while carrying a five pound water balloon in my gut. I briefly wave at the clerk as he greets me by name, and make my way to the back where I grab a bottled coffee. God the thought of putting more liquid in my body gives me shivers, but I know I'll need something to wash down my sandwich. I go back to the counter and order a breakfast sandwich from the heating rack and he rings them up. "5.50 for ya, kim." "Thanks." I Say swiping my card. "And can I get your bathroom key please? I really really have to go right now." "Yeah I figured." He says, noticing my potty dance. "Let me guess. Todd's hogging the bathroom again this morning?" "Oh my god, yes!" We both laugh, but I have to stop myself cause it hurts to laugh right now. "Anyways, someone else already has the key. You gotta wait for them." "Wait, what? Seriously?" "No. Someone has the key ironically." "Oh come on." I take my bag of food and go around the outside to the bathroom door. Sure enough, the door is locked, and the red "Occupied" sign is up. I knock. "Hello. Are you almost done in there?" I cross my legs waiting for an answer. But the answer doesn't come. I knock again. "Excuse me?" I still hear nothing. I try waiting a few more minutes for some kind of sign that there is a living person here, but my overfull bladder is starting to scream at me to set it up with this pretty toilet five feet in front of me. I'm clenching, crossing, and almost doing a full squat against the wall. I HAVE to get in there! I knock harder this time. "Hey! Open up! Other people need to use the bathroom here! (Knock knock knock) Come on!" Oh my god I have to pee so bad! I don't know if the person is dead or what, but I look at my watch and if I stay any longer I'm gonna be late for work. I'm just… gonna have to hold it until I get to the center. Ok I'm back on the road, driving safe, my jeans are cutting into my bladder, i can't keep my legs apart, but also can't stop shaking them, but I think the pee has settled. I finished my sandwich, and had to take a few sips of coffee, which, even that, I can feel, but not in panic mode. I think you can make it to work. Not much further. You can totally hold it. Just think about something else. Take your mind off it. Maybe think about your date with Eric. What should I wear? Where will he take me? Maybe A nice candle lit dinner, at a fancy restaurant, with an expensive bottle of WINE! Mmmph. Different place. Maybe a walk around downtown. We could see some sights, eat at vendors, see some street performers, or that giant beautiful… FOUNTAIN! ooooh... M- maybe we could do something we both like! UUUhhh… DIVING!? Ah! Why do we gotta work at an aquatic center!? I Instinctively lean forward to try to help. It backfires. Bladder getting squished. C'monC'mon youcanholdit youcanholdit youcanholdit! Just look out the window. Find distractions. I-I see a green GMC truck behind me, and the… window spurts fluid up to wipe the windshield. No no the uhh there's an old minivan in front of me… with some kind of liquid dripping out from underneath! Come on! Uhh food signs, library, a-a camaro to my left, he's got his window down, and he's… pouring… water… out of a bottle… and it…. Splatters… all over the asphalt! (Squeal) SHIT I DON'T THINK I CAN MAKE IT TO WORK! My hand flies to my crotch and puts it in a vice grip. I can't take my hand away or I'm gonna leak. At best! I have to go pee and I have to go right now! I still have nineteen minutes left to get to work. Even if I'm a few minutes late it'll be worth it. It is not worth having a full on accident in my shorts or my car. Come on, come on there has to be somewhere. Something. Anything! Urgg why are all the open stores employee or customer only? I can't pay for a potty again. Why is it so hard to install public toilets? Or put portapotties everywhere? They can't be hard to make. I know there's a crap ton of plastic no one's using. Wait a minute. I see a public park coming up on my side of the street. Lentis Park! AND I KNOW IT HAS A BATHROOM! I get so excited I damn near slam the breaks. I gasp as I give my bladder a powerful jolt and come so very very close to leaking I could taste it. I squeeze with all my might and I'm close to crying. I switch lanes and I try my best to park at the curb, but like I said i'm bad with one hand and i'm really in a hurry so I end up getting one tire right up on the curb and I take another painful bounce. I climb out of my car, and hobble to the toilet building hunched over with both my hands in my crotch. I look so embarrassing, but I'm past the point of dignity here. I'm like those detrol commercials just muttering "Gotta go gotta go gotta go right now!" I see the door handle glimmer like a golden gate! I'm so close to relief, please don't be locked or closed for cleaning. I pull on the handle, and the door opens as smooth as butter! I peer inside to my treasu…. (GAG) OH! UGH! JESUS CHRIST! There's shit and grime and paper and god knows what else just all over the place! What the fuck!? This place NEEDS to be locked and closed for cleaning! How the hell could they let it get this ba- (GASP) Oh my god. I got distracted and I think I just leaked. My bladder really thought it was gonna get to release there and it's sending such strong signals to go right now. It was barely big enough to dampen my panties but I am clenching with everything I've got. Oh my gosh, what do I do? What do I do what do I do i gotta pee i gotta pee i gotta pee so fucking bad I'm gonna explode WHAT DO I DO!? Ok ok stop panicking. You look so ridiculous dancing around in front of the bathroom like a little girl. You have to think of something. You can't hold it much longer, and you can't pee in that bathroom. Although… I am in a park. If I want it to be, anywhere could be my bathroom! I just need to find a private place to pop a squat fast. Uhhh, this building is big enough. I move around to the back of the toilet house, and check to see if the coast is clear. But this area is in plain view of the street where a bunch of cars and walkers pass by. Not good. Uhh, maybe the right wall. I think there's a trash can that could cover me. I look around the corner, and there is a trash can against the wall. And… a fountain. Where some dude is drinking. (Cringe) all that trickling… That's no good anyway. That's in view of the path where a few people are walking. I try to hurry over to the area with the trees and bushes. A mom and her little boy are scurrying down the path past me, and he says "Potty mommy I gotta go potty!" Yeah you and me both, kid. Good luck with that bathroom though. I am desperately scanning the woods looking for some privacy. I find a nice big tree to hide behind, and start working on my buttons. But some joggers pass by on the path in front of me. Shit. I go looking again. I spot a tree right next to a bush that should provide good cover. But as I approach, there's a couple on a bench 10 feet away from it. They'd definitely hear me, or see me go in there. I go looking again. I find another tree to hide behind. I look around, and of course just when I think It's clear, a guy and his dog come walking by. Dammit! Everything's way too open. Why are there so many people in a park this early? Oh, but I see one big thicket of bushes that could give me almost total cover. And no one would be close by to hear me. Perfect! I quickly get to the bushes and try to find the opening. But by the moment I find it, I hear… some kind of noise from nearby. I peer through the opening, and there's that mother and her boy from earlier. They're facing away and she's got her hands on his shoulders, and he sighs as his little stream arcs up and soaks the leaves in front of him. "Feel better sweetie?" The mom says. "Yep!" Nooooooooooooooooooo I hurry away before I look like a creep. Or WET! There's nowhere to pee privately out here. I have to find something else quick. When I get back to my car, I look across the street, and see a narrow alley between two tall buildings with a dumpster in it. That's gonna be gross, but beggars can't be choosers. No one will see me behind the dumpster, but just in case someone does come I grab my stuff from the store to act like I'm just throwing stuff away. I hobble across the street, and try to get behind the dumpster and pe-AHH! There's a homeless man peeing on the wall! "WOOPS!" He says. (Clears Throat) Pardon me miss." He turns away from me, his stream still going stupidly strong. You gotta be KIDDING ME! Does everyone get to piss today but me!? EEP! Oh I just leaked a little bit more! I throw my stuff away and turn around. "Hey any more of that!?" The man shouts at me. "J-Just some coffee! Enjoy!" I get back across the street to my car to find a bag, a cup, a bottle, a can, something I can use. Anything! Since when Is my car this tidy!? Wait… Fuck I just threw that coffee bottle away! I am such an- Oh shit I'm gonna be late! I get back in my car and… I just have to keep driving. I have never been in so much pain. I have to pee so badly I think i'm gonna throw up! This could be the end of my shorts, my car seat, and my pride forever. But I will not go out without a fight! The next several minutes have made up the most uncomfortable, miserable drive of my life. My face is flushed, my eyes are floating in my head, and my pussy feels like a hot fuse burning all the way up my urethra to my bladder stuffed full of dynamite. I've unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts to relieve some pressure, and jammed my hand all the way down my pants and am white knuckling my pussy over my panties. And it's not helping. I still feel it trying to come out. Thankfully I haven't leaked again, but god do I wanna. I've tasted sweet relief, and now I want more. I gotta have more. I want it. I need it. I must do it. I… must… relea- NO! Don't do it Kim! Iron will! Don't give in! But I just wanna pee! It's just a little pee! Who's it gonna hurt? There are people counting on you not to pee right now! Todd drives the same car! Fuck Todd he's so cheap! He could buy his own car if he wanted! You can hold it! I can't! You have to! I can't! I can't hold it! I… I really… can't… oh hey I'm here. I made it! I'm at the aquatic center's parking lot! And with three minutes to spare! My destiny awaits! Just hold on a little longer kim you're so close. I manage to find a good parking space close to the entrance. I'm so afraid if I stand up I'm gonna start gushing. I sit in the car for a bit just squirming and trying to compose myself. And a thought occurs. Why didn't I just pee on the floor in that park bathroom? It's such a god awful mess already, who'd tell the difference? So many coulda, woulda, shoulda's this morning, let's not make peeing in a toilet one of them. I grab my bags, sling them over one shoulder, and step out of my car. I'm walking so stiffly, but I'm trying to be quick enough to make it in time. These bags are almost as heavy as my bladder, it's so hard holding both. I forgot my jeans were undone, so I'm holding on the outside to keep them from slipping off. But I just know the back of my panties are hanging out. I don't care. Just keep walking. Keep walking. Almost there. Knees never parting, hand firmly crotched, back hunched, tears in eyes, steam coming out of my ears! I'm there. Right at the threshold of the front entrance. I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna- AH! Grnnnnn No no no another leak! Big time! I cross my legs, bend all the way down, squeeze hard. Body won't listen. It's gonna come out. I gotta run for it! I bust through the door, and go right past Mel at the front desk. "Good morning, Ki--" "CAN'T TALK GOTTA GO!" I beeline to the locker room door, burst through, and… stop dead in my tracks. Both… toilet stalls… taken. Both… have girls… waiting... outside of them. One of them… dancing… in place. Nother… in… the shower. Running…. water… through hair. Liquid… trickling… down… her thigh. Liquid… tric… tric… ckling… down… MY… Thigh. I just… (Breathe in) Need to… (Breathe out) Just… (Breathe in) I need… (Breathe out Breathe in breathe out) I need… (Pant pant pant pant PANTPANTPANTPANT) "I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE!!!!" Drop my bags can't hold it! Drop my shorts can't hold it! Drop my tank top can't hold it! Kick shoes off can't hold it! Can't hold it! CAN'T HOLD IT! MOVE! MOVE! RUN! RUN! POOL! PEE! NOW! HWAH (Splash!) ….. ….. ….. (GASP!) (cough) (cough) Ow! Damn! That hurt. I slipped and fell running into the pool, but my momentum slid me along the floor and into the 4 foot end of the pool . Man that was stupid. Glad I managed to keep my head from hitting the floor, but my hip and back are really throbbing, and I got chlorine all up my nose. That's definitely gonna be a safety viola…. I… I…. ~IIIIIIIIIIIIII AM PEEEEEEEEEEING!~ AAAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhh. OOOOOHHHH MYYYYY GOSH IT FEELS SO GOOOD. My pee is just gushing out of me like a jet, mixing with the water, and warming up my whole lower body. I shouldn't have peed in the company pool. I shouldn't have jumped in in my underwear. But I was already exploding, and that bump just finished me off. The good thing is that no customer is here this early, so I have the pool all to myself. So Imma just smile, rest my head on the edge of the pool, shut my eye, and pee, and pee, and pee. (Sigh) this is better than sex. Maybe I should hold it more often… Again, why am I thinking that? "Kim?" My head comes up off the floor, and I see Eric. Standing over me. Staring down at me. In… my underwear. While I'm peeing… Oh boy. "Uh, Hey Eric. What's up?" "Um, nothing. Just letting you know one of the girls said you were here, so I punched your card so you weren't late." "Oh! Thank you." So sweet. "Um… so did they say…" "Oh they just said you made… a small scene in there, and you looked like you were in a hurry." "Heh… Yeah." I glance between his legs and I spot two of the girls from the locker room trying hard to hold their laughter. I'd feel way more embarrassed if my relief wasn't so good right now. "So, are you okay?" "Um, much better now(giggle)." "Hehe. Yeah. Um, no I meant after the fall you took. Are you hurt?" "Oh no. I'm totally fine." "Ok good." He keeps avoiding direct eye contact with me and rubbing his arm. There's no way he doesn't know what I'm doing right now, and he probably just realized how awkward it is he's just standing there watching me pee. "So like, do you need a hand out? Or…" "Uhh, not yet. I'm… I'm not finished." "Ah. right." Yeah I'm still going full blast, and It had to have been over a minute by now. I have never had to pee that bad before, and have never gone for this long before. And I just considered this might be a health violation too. But there's nothing I can do but just sit here, avert our gaze, and try to finish soon. But I hate the awkward silence, so I try to break it. "So… are we still on for Saturday?" "Oh yeah. Totally." He replies. "Where are we gonna go?" "I was just thinking about a movie and dinner." "In that order?" "Yeah. That's not the wrong way is it?" "No, I don't think it matters." "Cool, cool." "Are you thinking something romantic, or actiony?" "Why not both? The third Love Actually Hurts movie is out." "Oh shit I love LAH. That sounds awesome!" "Great." Finally my stream tapers off and I feel so much better. "Hoo! Ok gimme a hand." He took my hand and helped me out of the pool. Looking back in, the color thankfully doesn't show. But that was still pretty gross what I did. I can't believe myself. "So uhh," I say to Eric. "You're not gonna tell the boss about this are you?" "What's to tell? You have no injuries to report." "Hehe… right." "And the water? Everyone does that. I wouldn't worry about it. Plus I heard we’re changing the water in the next few days so it doesn’t matter.” “Oh! Cool!” “Yeah. well uh, have a nice shift.” He says, smiling awkwardly and walking away. “Uh, Yeah you too!” That’s a weird sendoff but whatever. At any rate, I gotta get out of my wet underwear and put on my red one piece. I can officially write this off as the fifth most embarrassing day of my life, and I’m gonna have to deal with going home with zero dry undergarments, But at least i got off scott free, and I still have a great date to look forward to.
  12. After the incident where I peed in my drivers seat after getting my covid vaccine the other day, I thought I might capitalize on what already happened and have some fun. I hadn't had a chance to clean my seat yet...so I thought of another drive with some rapid desperation, maybe wearing a pullup to save me more cleanup than I already needed to do. Then a friend suddenly texted and desperately needed a ride somewhere. In 15 minutes. Eep. Didn't really feel like explaining the seat (still damp). So, trying to think quickly, I sprayed it with febreeze, and then got some car cleaner in a spray bottle. I threw the bottle on the floor of the passenger's side, wiped half of my dash clean with a wet wipe, put a garbage bag and towel on the seat and raced off to get her. I explained to my friend that I was going to clean the inside of my car before picking her up, and put the spray bottle on the driver's seat and lo and behold it leaked a whole bunch of cleaner! So that's why my seat was how it was...and she totally didn't think anything of it (the last time she was in my car it was super dirty, so having half the dash clean made it all seem more plausible). Whew. I'm quite sure I overthought that but I was a bit panicked by the unexpected request! After I dropped her off I was way on the other side of town, very near a particularly beautiful drive. I decided since my seat needed to be cleaned anyway I would drink fluids, try a rapid desperation thing, and if I had some dribbles on the way home....who cares. I knew I had a pullup in the car and I planned to change into that after I started feeling a need to go (I already have some OAB and urge/stress incontinence issues so I keep pullups handy). I stopped at a store, and grabbed a 2 liter of lemonade. I drank about 1 liter quickly and soon stopped at a fast food place to pee. Then drank another half liter or so as I continued on further out of town into some wonderful scenery. At some point I came upon a road that I remembered would take me through this absolutely gorgeous canyon area, and I thought I remembered a bunch of pit toilets along the road because fisher(wo)men are often there. Seemed perfect, plus it would be remote...which I craved today, and I didn't think anyone would be fishing in cold weather with snow here and there. I really started to have to pee again quickly as I was driving the 25 miles on windy and sometimes gravelly road. I realized with a start that I never changed into the pullup at the fast food place. Argh. Oh well. I can probably find a place to change into it quickly. About 15 miles later I saw a pull off with a pit toilet that was my salvation...I was so sure. Grabbed the pullup, some TP, and unfolded myself incredibly carefully from my driving position. When I stood up....horror of all horrors....my stomach gurgled....and we've all been there on a hold, am I right? Don't worry...I won't say much more than that. But oh no no no. Not a 2-for-1 deal. That's not gonna be a thing with no other clothes with me and now at least 2 hours away from home. A bit of panic. I clenched with all my might and walked (waddled) to the door of the outhouse. I pulled it open and omg. Worst nightmare public toilet. I'm guessing the forest service (or whomever) isn't monitoring or cleaning yet (?) this season. It was horrific and I quickly shut the door, shuddered, and tried not to gag. Seriously, worse than any gas station bathroom I've ever seen. So that one was out. I thought of putting on the pullup there (behind the car door or something) or even popping a squat but oh the horror of contemplating that with what was brewing inside.... and literally as I'm thinking about it, 2 cars go by...slowly...and they both look at me. Ok so that's not gonna happen. So I very...very... carefully got back in and drove off clenching everything like my life depended on it. Which is not easy with a stick shift on a gravelly road. About 5 minutes later I pulled off on the next pullout with a pit toilet. And another SUV pulled in from the other direction and stopped. A guy looked at me from inside. There was also an empty car parked....not sure where that person was. I genuinely felt like I was going to lose it right then. And that would be the worst possible outcome. I thought I would be sick. I had already lost interest in my hold...who cares. I just was desperate not to have the other kind of accident followed by the one I'd originally planned because ugh omg my car. And 2 more hours of driving. At that point, my urethra was doing that spastic thing, desperately wanting to pee. And boom...my heart starts pounding and....spurt. clench clench clench. I feel some wetness but it stops. I actually lifted my butt off the seat and twisted a bit in pain to try to keep everything in. A person wandered up in waders from the nearby fishing spot and I just couldn't get out of the car at that point. I was thinking I could hide the leak from those 2 people, but if getting out of the car caused me to lose control in either way in front of these guys, I felt like I would die. This all felt like it was quickly becoming a nightmare. I was sweating profusely. I quickly drove off, spinning a bit on the gravel, and found a 3rd location with only 1 empty car. SO thankful but still not in the clear. I get out, clenched all the way and actually made it to the toilet which thankfully was not horrid. Whew. Got my pants down just in time. I was trying to hold in some of the pee because I usually can't separate those two. Took care of the most pressing issue but I couldn't stop the dribbling and finally just pulled up my pants and it more or less stopped. I sanitized the heck out of my hands when I got back to the car and slid in the seat again. I was soooo relieved to have avoided total disaster. As I started driving again I realize I still forgot the pullup. Are you kidding me? Whatever. Kinda over it by now...I need to clean the seat already. Seemed like my need to pee had evaporated. Probably peed more than I thought earlier. Or just the overwhelming stress of it all. I noticed I still had a little wet patch between my legs that I was enjoying so figured I would still salvage the drive. I drove another 10 minutes and suddenly had to pee like crazy! I tried to figure out if I wanted to test another pit toilet (kinda not), or just try to hold and see what happened (yeah... that sounds a bit naughty and well-deserved fun at this point). It really sounded nice after all the stress I'd been through. Well what happened is I couldn't hold it. Like, at all. My urethra started doing the spasms and then pee just started coming out and I couldn't stop it. And it kept coming. Spurt...dribble...slow dribble. I pulled over because I wasn't planning on this much pee tbh. It was pooling between my legs and about to spill over on the floor. I felt both pant legs get wet in the back...behind my knees and start spreading downward. I grabbed a jacket from my passenger seat and stuck it under my butt and the pee just kept coming out in waves. I pulled the jacket up between my legs to soak it up. Meanwhile people are driving by...way more people than I thought. I started having panic thoughts that my car would break down or something and I'd have to get out of my car. Or I'd be pulled over, etc. Like my brain was just reeling, and yet I was also super excited/happy? It was a beautiful day, my car seat was already toast, and rapid desperation had worked way better than I'd ever experienced. Maybe after the events of Thursday and then earlier, I just wasn't in top "holding" form anymore (ok not that I ever am....) So I basically managed to get it under control (or it just stopped) and pulled back out and kept driving on my way. I went though a coffee drive through and got a large coffee and downed it, although I felt really empty by that point and figured it would only serve to keep me up tonight. I was still about an hour and a half from home. Within 10 minutes I felt totally desperate again. I would try to hold it but I had almost no holding power left. I just kept peeing myself at fairly regular intervals...all the while driving (rural area, hardly any traffic). I could feel the back of my pants soaked, and I I was feeling my socks and Chuck Taylors get wet. Definitely also not the plan but....it's all washable I guess. I took a detour to a lookout spot as the sun was setting. At the top there was only one car in the lot and it was empty. So I took a risk and got out of the car to see just how wet I was. When I stood up, more pee came out. I moved the jacket and holy shiz everything was soaked. I snapped a couple quick pics (sorry not the best...hard to take them of myself) and drove another 45 minutes to get home...intermittently peeing off and on with almost no control. Pulled in as it was really starting to get dark and saw the outside light was out on my apt blog. So had a bit more cover as I did the walk of shame but who knows if anyone saw me out their windows. I will definitely be sleeping with protection tonight! Thanks for reading... I hope the retelling wasn't too tedious. Such a rush though. Wow. I'm still kind of experiencing an afterglow from it. So many emotions in so many different directions. All-in-all, I guess I have to recommend the vaccine that started all this! 😉
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  14. As part of my job last week I was filmed for a well known TV station for the news. The girl filming me was so lovely...long red hair, mid twenties, lovely figure, very bouncy and cheery and professional. She was the young reporter of the year last year. Anyway, during filming while we were talking I asked if she had been working through lockdown here in Scotland and how it had been. She very candidly and openly started telling me how the week before she was doing filming in GlenCoe which is a small tourist town two hours drive from where she’s based. She’d been sent to film about how they were preparing for the return of tourists after lockdown. Whilst drinking water she said that she had completely forgotten that the public toilets would still be locked and by time filming was finished she was ‘bursting for the loo’ but everywhere was closed! She said that was her most memorable broadcast in lockdown because the two hour drive back to her office was, in her words, ‘a drive I won’t forget in a hurry!’ I know the two hour journey well and there was no supermarket or service station she could use at all. I didn’t feel it was right to pry any more but we were filming at a beach and she went on to ask if I knew if the ones at the beach were open, which they weren’t. Of course I made sure to tell her where the nearest ones were, which was a twenty minute car drive away! We still had more filming to do and it was almost an hour before we parted ways and she double checked before leaving the directions to Tesco. I feel sorry for reporters just now with very few options for bathrooms but with more coving larger areas too it must be quite a common problem.
  15. So this isn't really a long story, but it is one of my favorite memories. My boyfriend and I were staying after college, working on a project, when his mom texted him and asked us to stop by and feed the cats since they were on a trip. My boyfriend, Alex, agreed and we quickly finished up what we were doing. He drank the last bit of his gallon and pushed his legs together (yes, my bf carries around a gallon of water and drinks it just to tease me). Once we got to the car, he was looking slightly worried and said he should've gone pee before he left. I didn't want him to be uncomfortable so I offered to walk back to the building with him, but he refused. It was so cute, he kept saying how he could hold it and that it wasn't that bad. I actually believed him, because he didn't seem too desperate. As we rode along he occasionally squirmed and pressed his thighs together. He had a concerned look on his face again and started looking for places to pull over. I really thought he was just kidding, so the whole time I was making fun of him haha. We were only ten minutes away when things started getting really interesting. He was grabbing his crotch near constantly now and rocking back and forth like a kid. I, of course, had my hands down my pants (no shame) pleasuring myself to the show I was getting. "Uh oh," he said and looked very embarrassed. I couldn't see anything on the outside of his pants so I asked if he leaked. "Well... Maybe... I didn't mean to. I actually think I'm going to--" He was cut off by another spurt as he tried to concentrate on driving. His distraction was causing him to drive slower, which meant it took even longer to get to his house. I was so turned on I was near orgasm. I wanted to record him, but I couldn't bring myself to stop rubbing myself. Oh my god, he really might wet himself. My thoughts were interrupted by him whining and squirming like mad. We were only a minute away, but his pants had a small wet spot. He tried pinching it to stop the flow, but nothing worked. Another big leak. The crotch of his jeans were now soaked, but we were pulling into the driveway. His parents live in the middle of the woods, so we had quite a bit of privacy. " Oh shit!" He screamed as he pulled into the long driveway. "I can't hold it!" He put the car in park and jumped out, pulling his dick out. Pee spurted out uncontrollably before he could properly aim, and it shot out in a high arch. After around a solid minute of peeing he came back in the car, and I felt his wet spot as I brought myself to orgasm. After we went in, he was looking pretty embarrassed so I helped him dry his jeans with a blow dryer as he stood there in soaked briefs. This was the first time I had ever seen him wet accidentally in an uncontrolled environment, so I made sure to give him some positive reinforcement ;)
  16. Found this video while browsing through YouTube today. Sorry if it's a re post.. New to me. Enjoy! https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oi3aIzMOH3w
  17. "Oh my god! Nineteen isn't dead!" That's right! I am not deceased... I just lost my motivation to write for a pretty long while. I apologize if this story isn't as good as the other ones as I am shaking off the rust, but if you like it, I'd love it if you left a comment telling me so! Do you like my title? I named it like that because of the movie Cabin Boy that I heard of from Game Grumps and because this story is centered around a cabin, but I said "Individual" instead of "Boy" or "Girl" because, as usual, I've left the gender unclear so you can picture me however you like. So, now, without further ado, here is my story! ... I had been on break for a while before I went out to help my aging grandparents with upkeep at their cabin. They lived in a normal house, naturally, but the cabin functioned as their summer (and occasionally winter) home. It was rustic to the point of being slightly disgusting in some ways. For example, the shower was nothing but a bathtub with a shower-curtain draped around it that stuck to my chest and back side every time I climbed in and gave the sensation of being groped inappropriately. I avoided showering when I could. I had asked my grandparents if they needed my help when I went to visit them upon arriving home. I hadn’t managed to land a job for the summer, so I decided that helping them was the least I could do. They said they could use a spritely young body on board to help out with roof repairs and moving heavy things, then gave me an address to head for and a date that they would be departing. I left with every intention of going, so the night before they said they were leaving, I set my alarm for 8 A.M., fully expecting them to be early risers like I imagined many older people were. To my surprise and distress, I managed to sleep through my alarm completely and woke up nearly an hour late. I showered quickly, threw on clothes and rushed to my car. Their house was near my family’s, so I drove by before heading for the cabin to see if they were still there. They weren’t, and I cursed under my breath as I drove past their house and out of town. The cabin was a three hour drive, and I hoped that I would have time to catch up to them if I took minimal breaks and drove quickly. Now, the savvy reader may see where this is going- some stressed out college student pushes themself too hard and ends up having an accident for no reason- but what if I surprised you by telling you that my grandparents are actually very punctual and very judgemental of people who aren’t? Now what, smart guy/girl? Yes, my grandparents have always been strict about arriving in a timely manner, so I certainly didn’t push myself for no reason. I assumed they would be angry at me if I showed up after they did, so I was in a hurry to get there as soon as possible. The first hour of the drive was relatively uneventful. I drove five miles over the speed limit (I would’ve gone faster except I really don’t like to speed) and stopped to grab a green tea because I was feeling drowsy (I also don’t like coffee). I shifted in my seat on occasion, but for the most part, I was able to ignore my bladder and enjoy the music on the radio. It was only during the second hour that I really began to feel my bladder. As the first hour ended and the clock shifted from 10 to 11, I began to squirm a little. I had put on skinny jeans that morning instead of my favorite summertime, just-barely-too-short-to-be-decent shorts because, although it was quite warm out, I knew the cabin would be buggy and the less of my skin the pests could reach, the better. Now, though, I grimaced as the button of those skinny jeans pushed into my bladder. Maybe wearing them for the trip hadn’t been such a good idea. Even so, I was still confident I could make it to the cabin without incident… until the green tea hit me. At around 11:30 I finished off the bottle, and quite soon after, I began to feel the urine building far more quickly in my bladder. As the first wave of desperation hit, I squeezed my knees together more tightly, tightening my muscles against my growing desperation, but that was all I dared to do. I was on the highway by that point and I was all too aware of the kind of mistakes I could and would have if I didn’t give my full attention to the road. They had, after all, happened before. By the third hour, I dared to move around quite a bit. I could feel my bladder fighting against me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Near 12:15, I had my first leak. I still couldn’t take my eyes off the road or cross my legs, but I used one of my hands to grab my crotch and hold on for dear life. I tightened my jaw, locked my thighs around my hand and tried with everything I had to hold it back, but all of that still didn’t stop a few drops of pee from dampening my underwear. After I had regained control, I gingerly used the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel to unbutton my jeans. The relief only lasted a moment before the pressure set back in, but I was able to relax my legs as, without the added pressure of the button, I could hold back my urine with my kegel muscles alone. It only took another few minutes for the pressure to reach critical levels again. The GPS on my phone said I still had twenty minutes to go, as I had driven fast enough to shave off a few minutes of the three hour drive. With a toilet so close, I knew I couldn’t give up now. I hoped I was ahead of my grandparents so I could use the bathroom without them hearing the enormous amounts of pee coming out of me, but if I didn’t beat them there, the whole struggle would have been in vain, so it was really all or nothing. With renewed confidence in my ability to make it to the cabin with jeans unpeed, I returned my focus to the road… only to have another huge wave of desperation breach my bladder’s walls and wet my underwear again. It took me completely by surprise and, without a second to prepare, all I could do was stop it as quickly as possible. It took me nearly a second to reign it in, and, without looking, I already knew it had left a wet spot on my jeans. I cursed and, in a moment of despair, let tears blur my vision. I’m going to wet myself, I thought sadly. Then, looking at my phone again and seeing that I still only had a few minutes left, I steeled my resolve. No. I will not ruin my car seats like this! With determination in my heart, I unbuckled my seatbelt to spare myself as much unnecessary pressure as possible and squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could without crossing my legs. I was going to make it. I had to. With fifteen minutes to go, I was shifting desperately in my seat again, this time almost constantly. I had pulled onto a pretty empty road, so I wasn’t too worried about crashing into the cars in front of me. With ten minutes, I was shaking and positively bursting. I knew that, if I didn’t get there soon, I would pee myself right there in the car. I sped up a little. With five minutes left in the journey, I turned onto the dirt road that led to the cabin. This was where things really started to fall apart. The road was ill-maintained and covered in… can they be called potholes if they’re not in pavement? Whatever. The road was filled with dirt potholes and bumpy as can be. I was already on the verge of losing control, but one or two of the potholes were big enough to jolt the pee out of me. After a couple more leaks, I was ready to give up, but the cabin came into view just in time. I pulled into the driveway shaking in anticipation and desperation. I turned off the car and braced myself for the strain of climbing out. It took a lot of energy not to wet myself completely, but I made it out of the car with relatively little damage. Upon closer inspection, I had left a small wet spot on the seat, but that was the least of my concerns. I had beaten my grandparents to the cabin, and that made it worth the wait. I hobbled over to the cabin door and went to pull it open… but to my horror, the door was padlocked shut. Of course it’s locked! Did I really expect my grandparents to leave their cabin unlocked for any would-be thief to break into while they were hours away? Without moving, I did a quick search of the surrounding area, but if they had a spare key, I didn’t see it. I slid the welcome mat away from the door with my foot, but the only things under it were dirt and worms. I shuddered at the sight, which was all my body needed to expel a huge spurt of pee from my bladder. I was bent at the knees, so the pee dripped back and wet the underside of my butt. The warmth made me want to lose control, but I fought the urge to let go and regained my composure. I paced the clearing that the cabin was located in for a moment, trying desperately to think of something to do to relieve myself. On one side of the cabin was the dirt road that I had come down. It was mostly empty, but I didn’t want to risk it. On the other side of the cabin was a lake, and on every side of the lake were other cabins. I couldn’t pee there either. There wasn’t a single piece of hidden land in the entire place! And all the time, I ran the risk of my grandparents arriving just in time to see me lose control like a child. I looked around one last time. Behind me was outhouse I hadn’t noticed before. I groaned. Disgusting, I thought, but it’s my last shot. I could only hope that it was real and not just for looks like so many of the things at the cabin. I shuffled desperately over to it. It wasn’t padlocked, although there was a place where it could be. I turned the latch, but to my horror, it didn’t line up. The door had warped somehow, and the latch wouldn’t come undone. I danced on the spot, desperately trying to hold back the flood as I fiddled with the mechanism, but I knew it was too late. In one last ditch effort, I crouched low to the ground, still too embarrassed to pull my pants down but hoping to keep them as dry as possible. The pee came splashing out of me with no hesitation, soaking the front of my pants and parts of my butt, but thankfully not touching my legs. The urine hit the ground and was immediately soaked up by the dry, thirsty soil, but, eventually, it became too much even for that, and began to puddle at my feet. When my bladder was finally empty, I stood up, grimacing at the drips of urine still making their way down my legs. I took in the damage with a sigh before returning to my car and retrieving my bag. Finding somewhere I hoped nobody would see me, I changed out of my ruined jeans and into a torn pair as quickly as I could. My grandparents didn’t arrive for nearly an hour, and I passed the time trying to get the urine smell out of my jeans by dunking them in the lake, then leaving them out to dry on the roof of my car. When my grandparents finally pulled in the driveway, I lied about the wet jeans, saying I had gone out to the dock to get a good look at the water and fallen in, then headed straight for the bathroom, eager for the tender (if slightly creepy) embrace of the shower-curtain. ... That's my story! I really hope you liked it, but if you didn't, you're still welcome to leave any constructive criticism in the comments. I added a picture of the door-latch because, if you couldn't tell, I didn't really know how to describe it... but, anyway, thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day!
  18. View File More Adventures in Pee Some more fun from Pee adventures. Se pictures for details. The first video with the girl in green pants is my favorite of the lot, as she wets her pants rather spectacularly and slowly in public. Enjoy Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/06/2016 Category Female Wetting
  19. Hello everyone, Sorry it’s been so long, I had a really nasty break up with my ex and now have a new bf, so that comes with all its stuff, I’m sure you’ll hear more about that if you like reading my stuff! I didn’t feel much into omo really or anything for a long while, and didn’t want to talk to anyone. Then after that I went to China for the summer. I am back a little while now and I have numerous stories. When I was out in the sun rather sozzled and walking with my new bf, I needed to pee quite badly. He looked at me in sudden drunken panic saying he needed to pee NOW. It was about a 20 minute walk home and I was pretty drunk, but we were doing well. I kept complaining about my need as I am wont to do, and he kept suggesting we stop in a bar and get a drink so we can use their bathroom. I kept denying it as it really wasn’t far, but I think he might have been suggesting it more for his behalf. As we were walking he was really starting to struggle now and was mostly silent with some shaky breathing, he was begging me to walk faster. I needed to go too and lost some small dribbles which he noticed as I stopped mid-sentence. After that we hurried up and got in the lift. I was standing cross legged and he was begging me to hold on. I said he could go first as his eyes were pleading me, and he didn’t argue. He bolted in and I sat on his sofa writhing until he was finished. When I was on the plane to China, I sat next to some guy in those seats that are near the partition for the next class so it was just him and I and with extra leg room. He slept straight away for most of the flight and I couldn’t so I was thoroughly bored. He woke up with a start and jumped up. There was a queue for the bathroom at this point and he was grimacing and bouncing around whilst he waited, but I think he was super embarrassed. Towards the end of our trips in China, we were stuck in a car for quite a while. Many people were complaining about needing to stop for relief and I was fine, but I decided to use the bathrooms. I got back to the bus first and one other girl decided not to go as she wasn’t a fan of squat toilets. About an hour later she got my attention blatantly bursting for the loo and I just smirked. She managed to hold it another couple of hours and through another even worse stop, until she could no longer wait and unfortunately for her it was literally just a collection of holes in the ground with no partition! She did the same thing another time on the trip, openly complaining about needing the loo whilst we were driving for a good few hours, then when we went to the toilets after having been eating for a couple hours, I was desperate so I went, but she stayed at the sinks. After that we roamed around and then went back to a hotel, a fair chunk of time before she got to her room, another two hours, and she didn’t go once despite complaining in the car. She was sat on a towel at one point and part of me likes to think that wasn’t a coincidence. I’ve been house hunting with my younger brother, which includes very hot weather and little stops, so the first day we went to see a few places and I was guzzling water, then I really needed the loo, but we were driving all about the place, as my brother wanted to go to the shop he is kind of affiliated with. I asked in the car if there was a toilet there and he said yeah, but he spent a good while chatting to his buddies and didn’t point out the toilets until way after I’d asked! Yesterday we saw a place we liked close to where my mum works, again, super hot and we’d been out for a while. We went round the place and were about to go back home when we nearly drove past my mum and her friend, they wanted to see a bit of the house so we drove them back up there, and then decided we wanted to put an offer on. My mum said to do it, but also drive up to the place where our second favourite was, so we did both those things, 40 minute drive after we dropped off my mum and her friend with me already quite desperate to use the loo, then we grabbed lunch and ate whilst chatting about the options, then another drive back home and I was so desperate, but managed to show no signs and went as soon as I got in. Hope there’s some good enough stories in there, I’ll be back when I can! EQ
  20. Hi everyone! I had quite the experience last night! I don't think I have peed so much in a very long time I took a planned road trip yesterday.. My destination is about three hours one way from home. On the drive up, I filled up with 24 oz of lemonade and only let about 8oz of pee go into a empty bottle.. I held the rest. Before my return trip, I stopped for dinner and purposely drank three glasses of iced tea with my meal.. I totally skipped the bathroom. My ultimate goal was to pee my pants, and boy did I... Once out to the truck, I drove to a semi private corner of the parking lot and made makeshift seat protection.. I used items on hand. Since it's a work vehicle, I had more than normal.. I put down a layer of plastic sheeting,, a plastic shopping bag, a few napkins and finally, an old towel.. I had a very good friend who's also into Omo along for the ride.. She ended up wetting too, but it's not my story to tell... So, she came up with the idea that upon passing every rest area sign along the interstate, I was to push out a spurt. Other than that, I had to hold it... I was successful for the first three rest areas.. The fourth one was too far away, and I began having an accident... Once I reached the fourth rest area, I just let go and soaked my shorts I actually drank enough that I had to pee again before getting home.. No need holding it, I was already drenched.. I ended up peeing two more times, about four to eight seconds each time.. I got home and was totally soaked! Most of the front of my shorts, my entire butt and backs of my legs, and even my t shirt got wet, absorbing wetness up to my belly button...Here's a few pics!
  21. I live about 45 minutes outside of town. So i plan out my trips ahead to ensure nothing is missed. Once I'm in town my earrings usually starts off with a good lunch and some unsweet tea. Afterwords i pick up a big 32oz soda as im filling up my gas tank. I typically have three stops on my todo list. And last is the grocery store. By the time I get home i alway have to pee. Mostly I opening pee in the backyard As i know my neighbors are too far away to see. but not this time I just bought these shorts. And it's that time to see how they handle a bit of wetting. The cloth barely soaked up anything. And plus looking like to camouflage helped hide the wet spot. 20180929_180813.mp4
  22. Hi everyone! So, last night was the first time I have wet a pair of jeans this season.. It definitely won't be the last ☺️ Before my trip home, I was pretty desperate.. I decided to sit on top of a trash bag and and play a little game a good friend of mine on here and I came up with called Stop light pee.. The premise of the game is once you're stopped at a red light, you have to push a spurt of pee in your pants.. I modified the rules a little, and at every traffic signal, 8 in total, I spurted in my pants. There was a sizeable wet patch, down to about mid thigh once I got home on my jeans, slowly creeping down to my butt.. Still quite desperate, I made my way out to into the middle of my street (I live in a rural area) and totally unloaded the contents of my bladder with one large push, pee hissing into my jeans, quickly saturating them, and creating a puddle on the already wet pavement.. Mmmmmn, it felt so incredible! I just love the feeling of warm, wet denim sticking to my legs ?
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