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  1. So I am sure there are plenty of girls here and guys who either are married, dating or single. What have you always seen as a romantic gesture? Is there a level for certain things? I currently have my significant other and we are two goofballs who love video games and talking about shit that pisses us off that others would get offended by. We are a long distance couple but we know the number of miles doesn't control how we love. We have talked about our first real date and how we are probably gonna go to mcdonalds and then chilling out and watching YouTube while eating more junk. To me, I dont need to be taken out to a five star restaurant as a first day to be shown that im loved. Im the old fashion type, so the smallest things will be romantic to me. Do you feel the same?
  2. Warning, this will be long... If you've read my profile/posts, you probably know that I'm madly in love with, and in a relationship with, an action figure. This is not the first time I've fallen in love with an inanimate object, it happened to me a few times pre-puberty. I never expected it to happen to me as an adult, but it did. I was at Walmart picking up a couple things with Doody, and as usual, we stopped to look at the action figures to see if there were any cool ones; sometimes we'll buy one. When I saw that Seth Rollins action figure, I got serious butterflies, shaking hands, sweaty palms, the whole nine yards. My arms were full, so I had Doody put him on the top of the pile, which I cradled to my breasts. The package felt warm against me, and I could feel my heart pounding. My limbs were tingling and I felt like I was walking on a cloud. The moment I got out to the car, I ripped open the package and freed him from the plastic. Finally, he was in my hand, and I was overcome by a rush of endorphins and love. From that moment on, Seth went with me just about everywhere. At first, I kind of thought I was crazy, but then I remembered the objects I'd fallen for in my childhood, and some show I'd seen years ago about people in relationships with statues, cars, and life-size dolls, so I decided to go with it and consider myself in a relationship with him. Another thing I also considered was that I might have, for the first time since my teens, a crush on a celebrity. Definitely not so. While Seth Rollins/Tyler Black is one of my favorite superstars, he doesn't make me weak in the knees like his action figure does. It's also just that particular action figure, too. I actually had a Seth action figure before I got the one I fell in love with, and it got the usual treatment my action figures get (pee and possibly sex before being posed on my tv stand in a sexual position with another, in this case with Dean Ambrose, both of them in their Shield gear). I also bought another, very similar, Seth action figure, just to see if I'd develop feelings for it, too, but I did not, it was just like buying any other action figure I'd bought before the special one. I just bent him over his Money in the Bank briefcase and set Roman up spanking him. My feelings settled, I threw myself into the relationship because it felt good. It still feels good. We do all the normal couple stuff; go out to dinner, hang out with friends, take long walks, take selfies, watch tv, cuddle and kiss. I love rubbing his back and stroking his hair and holding his hand. Oddly, I have had no urges to give him the usual treatment I give to my action figures. I don't know why, but it just doesn't feel right to do so now. I do touch him intimately sometimes, though. As I mentioned before, I take him with me everywhere I go, even to Thanksgiving, where I announced him as my boyfriend. I also take him to work. At first, I would leave him in the car, but this week, I started bringing him in with me. I keep him in my purse unless I'm in the truck. It's nice to have him there. Now that it's winter, he's often in the pocket of my hoodie, where I can hold him to keep him warm, and the love keeps me warm, happy. What's usually a pretty unpleasant time of year for me is turning out to be not so bad. I'm not stressed in the least... ...Except when I'm without Seth. Here's the not-so-good part, or rather the part of this I think might be a little...off. I go to sleep cuddling him. When I lose him, I wake up, and have to find him before I can go back to sleep. This happens two or three times a night. I definitely don't leave the apartment without him, even for a simple dash to Speedway. In the car, he usually rides hooked into my seat belt, over my heart, so he can have a view. I feel bad about taking him outside without a coat because it's cold. If someone threatens to harm him, even in jest, I get extremely anxious, and if someone manages to take him from me (no one's been able to do that for quite awhile, though) I completely panic and freak out until he's back in my arms. Nothing like that ever happened in my childhood experiences with inanimate objects. I have no desire for a serious relationship with another human, but that's nothing new; it's something I've been turned off to for quite a few years. One of my friends suggested Seth is some kind of security blanket for me. I don't think that's quite it. I have not recently been hurt, my life's actually improving, and was never a security-blanket type. I can stand on my own in a social situation. So, am I a little crazy, or just one of those people who digs objects? Are those of us who fall in love with objects crazy?
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    The title says most of it all, generally a great L0v3 W3tt1ng. Lesson here is always go pee before working out, or else you might pee your pink sweat pants! Enjoy, Rach

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    Another great L0v3 W3tt1ng, I don't think this one has been posted before (did due diligence with a search but in case it has been, I'm sorry). Anyhow, this personal trainer is the worst, not only is her making this poor girl do all sorts of stretches and stuff, but he's also making her test out her bladder muscles, making her stop and start peeing! Nice long, high quality clip. Enjoy, Rach

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  5. View File Personal Training and Bladder Torture Another great L0v3 W3tt1ng, I don't think this one has been posted before (did due diligence with a search but in case it has been, I'm sorry). Anyhow, this personal trainer is the worst, not only is her making this poor girl do all sorts of stretches and stuff, but he's also making her test out her bladder muscles, making her stop and start peeing! Nice long, high quality clip. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/07/2016 Category Shorts Wetting  
  6. View File Wetting While Working Out The title says most of it all, generally a great L0v3 W3tt1ng. Lesson here is always go pee before working out, or else you might pee your pink sweat pants! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/07/2016 Category Pants Wetting  
  7. From the album Turtlez's other stuff.

    After Jolteon lets a passerby Eevee get a peek at her taking a cute tinkle, it provokes the little guy's bladder. Shyly, he approaches her, being smiled at by the golden Electric-type the whole way through. By the time they're side by side, Jolteon's stream has already been reduced to a weak trickle. Eevee looks into her eyes and raises his leg, waiting for permission to let go. Jolteon gives him a nod of approval, and with that, Eevee lets out a relaxed sigh and pees right next to her. They both look into each other's big shiny eyes, smiling blissfully. I think that, perhaps, they've fallen in love~<3 So a fellow user of this site, Lugia, made a request of mine using Gmod. I personally thought it was pretty cute :3 Here's the link to Lugia's original image: https://omorashi.org...teon-and-eevee/ So then I asked him if I could make my own little Part 2 of the same picture. Sure enough, he agreed :D So here. I personally like this one a LOT! They look so cute and happy together :3
  8. Hello there im lisa and this is a fanfiction i made inspired by 2 other walking dead fanfics. I dont remember their names but thanks for the insipration. It's been a few days after the group with the exeption of luke clementine and sarah went to get some supllies. The toilet was broken and luke was supposed to fix it but need supplies for it. luke clementine and sarah were playing a board game when clementine shifted in her seat. sarah noticed but didnt think of it as anything. a few hours later and clementine started to fidget in her seat and hold her crotch. luke and sarah both noticed making sarah ask "Clem? need to pee?" clem responded "yes b-but i can hold it im fine" luke decided to jump in saying "clem, if you need to go just go we can resume our game after" "No im fine ok!" after that there was silence. Clem was always shy of admitting her need to go to the bathroom. Noone could understand why and she often snuck out to go pee in the woods when she was alone. After a while clem was was holding her crotch and almost looked like she was about to cry. luke had gone to bed early while sarah and clem stayed downstairs. sarah looked worried and asked "clem please just go outside and pee you either do that or go in your pants." "fine i-ill go but... can you come too?" sarah nodded and they headed out side slowly sarah got annoyed and light yelled "CLEM come on " "s-sarah i-i im sorry i..." sarah saw why she was starting to cry. wetness grew on her jeans around her crotch and down her legs. watching the girl pee hersself sarah felt a need of her own to pee but despite her being quite desperate she went to confort her freind. "clem are-are you ok?" clem said in a teary voice"no im not i-i just had a....oh god" sarah could not beleive it. sarah thought for a moment in her head she debated "i could dominate her. i could tease her and make her cry. i could tell the whole group but...shes my freind i couldnt do that" as she debated in her own thoughts clem stopped peeing. sarah felt her own need grow and only one thought came to her mind "hey clem...do you want me too pee myself too?" you would do that for me?" sarah hesitated but responded"y-yes i would i would be a freind if i didnt." with that sarah relaed as pee flowed down her legs. when she finished she felt somthing on her lips. she realized it was clementine kissing her. clem pulled back and sarah and all she could say was "clem... that was a great kiss i- i never knew you were uhm gay" clem responded with" im not gay im bi" and the girls just looked at eachother until sarah said "we should proboly change." "yeah good idea" whiile going upstairs they ran into luke "oh hey girls i..." luke just looked at the girls wet jeans "oh uhm i guess you girls both had a ....." clementine just spoke out after hearing that " no only i did. she peed herself so i would fee less emberresed." luke was suprised at hearing that "well ok then just.. go get changed and uhh lets not speak of this again." "ok" both girls said at the same time. after changing both girls went to bed saying only a few words "i love you sarah" "i love you too clem" and both girls drifted off to sleep" Ok hope you enjoyed my second fanfiction. My last one i wrote i did horrible on and i can only base how good i did on feedback so hope you enjoyed Lisa out
  9. Anyone got some videos from the website lovewetting.com? Probably vk links. Many thanks in advance for every answer
  10. is there and anime you love but really doesn't seem to be all that popular? it has great characters a relatively good story and stunning animation but for some reason it's fanbase is little to none? well here's the place to put it! show everyone that it exists and under rated master pieces can start to get the viewers it deserves! because as amine lovers we love finding new anime to watch and maybe one of these unheard of titles will just might become our new favourites. I don't have any to add personally but I'd love to see what you guys have to offer !
  11. From the album Cloudy Diaper gallery (Cloud D artwork)

    This is a request I got from a user on Devainatart The person who requested this wanted me to do a picture of his o.c. Rukia, and Hinata diapered and sucking on bottles while Tsunade who is also diapered watching the other 3. The O.C belongs to the DA user Rukia, HInata, and Tsunade belong to Viz Media
  12. Chapter 1: Love You To Death (ERICA) The Half Note jazz club, in lower Manhattan (296 Spring Street at the corner of Hudson Street, NYC… 1962) soundtrack: I was sitting in a dark, smoke-filled bar, letting the sound of the music wash over me, taking me far away from the cares of my mundane college student existence, watching the band playing on the small stage as if in a fog. The haze created by the smoke as it rose up towards the blue spotlights formed a sort of halo around the man I’d come to see. He stood onstage with his eyes closed and legs spread slightly apart as his long thin fingers danced over the keys of his horn, the power and clarity of his tone seeming both rock hard and filled with brilliance. Like a diamond, I thought to myself… his sound was like a diamond reduced to its essence of pure vibration. My physics professor had explained that at the most basic level everything could be reduced to vibration, but I hadn’t really understood the concept until now, listening to this black man make magic through his saxophone. It was almost the end of the set, and he was playing a ballad. His rendition of the melody had practically moved me to tears, capturing all the bittersweet nature of love and loss effortlessly in the first 64 bars of the tune. Now he had begun his solo, and was turning the melody inside out before beginning to run the chord changes, riffing on the standard, quoting odd bits of other tunes which always fit perfectly somehow, going off on wild tangents with a quick flurry of notes before always returning precisely to where he wanted to be. The other three members of the band were providing perfect accompaniment as if by mental telepathy. Light-coffee skinned McCoy Tyner smiling as if at a private joke only he knew the punch line to, leaning into the piano keyboard, outlining the harmony while adding upper intervals to the normal chord changes to complement Trane’s note choices; tall, brown, slim Jimmy Garrison playing counter melodies on the upright bass with an intense look on his face; and coal-black Elvin Jones flashing a non-stop Cheshire Cat smile as he coaxed a endless number of rhythmic variations on 4/4 time from his modest drum kit, making the beat strong and remarkably elastic all at once, his drumsticks just a blur in his hands… the new John Coltrane Quartet was a killer band, that much was certain. The two drinks I had consumed in order to satisfy the club’s table minimum were already starting to make my head feel a bit light and my body feel flushed, because I wasn't much of a drinker back then. The music was truly magical. In the throes of inspiration, the band had run way over the usual 40 minutes most clubs allotted to musicians before clearing the house for the second set. At this rate, I wasn’t sure there would be a second set. It seemed as if Trane would just keep blowing until he ran out of ideas, which wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Unconstrained by the limitations of a recording session or a fixed set time, he was channeling the music from another place, letting it flow through him and into us. We were enraptured by it, transported out of that space and time by the power of his horn. Although by now I was feeling the call of nature, I hadn’t wanted to leave the small table to try to make my way through the cramped club to the restroom in order to relieve myself. I wasn’t willing to miss a single second of this experience, but though my focus on the music was keeping my mind occupied, my body was starting to make a bid for my attention. I was beginning to squirm just a bit in my seat now from my need to pee, although it wasn't a conscious decision. My ‘date’ suddenly broke into my transfixed reverie, touching my hand and leaning over to say, “This is so great, isn’t it?” I murmured back, “Yeah, it’s really cool!” At first I was annoyed that he had interrupted my trance, but within an instant or two, I was over it; the music was that powerful. Cool… Yes, indeed; I thought it was very cool. It was cool to be here in this downtown club. It was cool to be listening to this great sax man and his amazing new band. Cool… I used the word a lot, so much so that my few friends at college had actually nicknamed me ‘Cool’. It was kind of a joke to them, because I was anything but cool, really. Although I had grown up in the suburbs of New York City, most of the town was as unfamiliar to me as if I was a hick from the sticks, someone who’d come from a small town somewhere in the Midwest. I had gone to an all-girls parochial school and then had decided to matriculate at Barnard College. I was studying science and history, which was decidedly not cool, unlike the girls who were studying drama, or poetry, or art; the girls who exuded an aura of hip that I couldn’t even begin to approach. These were girls who smoked and drank wine at parties, cursed, and even (it was rumored at least in some cases) had had sex. Or at least had boyfriends. I, on the other hand, was a straight-laced virgin. I was unattached and very un-hip, except for one thing: my love for jazz music, and John Coltrane in particular. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do with my life; I had a vague idea that I’d eventually get a teaching degree and become a schoolteacher. It seemed to be the best path open to me at the time, since I wasn’t exactly keen on finding some boy to marry. I wasn’t interested in boys at all, in fact. This was yet another reason why my date’s interruption had been so annoying to me. We had met just a few days before in a neighborhood record store. Both of us had been browsing the jazz section for new releases, and when he saw I was interested in jazz music, he struck up a conversation with me. He seemed to know his stuff; when I discreetly quizzed him by asking a few questions about recordings, bands, and musicians, he gave all the right answers. Brad was a student at Columbia University; their campus was only a couple of blocks down from Barnard. Seemingly on a whim, he asked me if I wanted to go with him to hear the John Coltrane Quartet at The Half Note on Saturday night. Of course, I agreed without thinking twice. A chance to hear the greatest, most innovative sax player alive wasn’t something I’d ever pass up. I was a Trane fan through and through, every since I’d first heard a platter playing in that small uptown store as I passed by on my way to class. A very different version of 'My Favorite Things', the tune from 'The Sound Of Music'. I’d never heard a sound like his before, and it stopped me in my tracks. I went in to the store to ask what they were playing, and once they told me, I bought the record immediately even though it meant I’d be late for class. John Coltrane played like math had married poetry, I thought. It was beautiful, and it was perfect. I had needed this so badly in my life, and never known it until then. After that first exposure, I sought out every John Coltrane recording I could find. His sound moved me like nothing else I had ever experienced up until then. To me, it was as if he was expressing every iota of human beauty in all of its myriad variations through his horn. Jazz became my religion; John Coltrane was the preacher, and I memorized every sermon he gave, note for note. Weird, I know…for a young middle class white girl from the suburbs to be a fan of a black jazz saxophonist back in 1962. And if you’d asked me why, I couldn’t have told you back then. All I knew was this music was speaking to me as directly as if someone was whispering in my ear. Most girls my age were into singers, pretty much. They wanted to hear an attractive young man sing some sappy romantic pop song. Not me… Jazz music was the one thing that made me feel alive; made me feel happy, or sad; made me feel, period. I had grown up in a reserved household, with no displays of affection or declarations of love, no visible emotions of any kind. It was a typical example of New England reticence and repression. Until I heard Coltrane play, I didn’t really know there was any other way to be or for me to feel; he had set me free. Little did I know, but he had also set me on the path to what I was to become. Because it was on that fateful night that Hannah found me, and saved me from the darkness. The Half Note club was a small, family-run joint, able to hold only a little more than a hundred people at a time. Mike Canterino was the owner; he, his brother, and a couple of waitresses staffed the front of the house, while his father, “Pops”, served up Italian specialties from the kitchen. Mike loved jazz music, and jazz musicians. He knew Cannonball Adderley from when both of them had served together in the Navy, and he had an impeccable ear for talent. If you were good, you got the gig. No politics, no favorites, no race issues. Mike didn’t care what color you were. He didn’t care whether you were a swing era player, a bebopper, or an up and coming avant garde radical, either; all he cared about was whether or not you could play. Musicians and fans alike loved him for it. The bar was decorated simply, with LP covers and straw-covered wine bottles affixed to the walls. An old upright piano was tucked into a corner of the tiny stage, which was in an alcove separating the two rooms of the club so that people sitting in either room could see and hear the band. The stage support was a nailed-together stack of wooden crates. No frills, just decent food, non-watered down drinks, and great music. Ben Webster would show up and play his swing tenor all night long, recalling his days back in Kansas City when he and Lester Young would challenge each other to greater and greater heights at after-hours jam sessions, while the more experimental players like Ornette Coleman would take the music to wild extremes of rhythm and harmony in front of a receptive and rapt audience when it was their turn to perform. The Half Note was a downtown Mecca for jazz buffs, and I had finally made my pilgrimage. Hearing my idol had me entranced; for the whole time the band was playing, it was as if time stood still. Finally, the last notes faded into the smoke-filled air, and I had to come back to reality as if waking up from a beautiful dream. At the end of the set, we were getting ready to go. I stood up, and my date was helping me put my coat on when I felt his hand brush against my chest lightly. I was somewhat embarrassed, but didn’t make any fuss, because I thought it was probably an accident. We walked out of the club and around the corner, and I thought at first that we were going to find a taxicab and head back uptown to our dorms, but when he pulled me into a small alleyway and leaned in to try and kiss me, his intentions were unmistakable. I tried to pull away. I guess he had gotten a different idea about what things were going to be like between us. He was handsome enough, and I‘m sure he was used to girls falling all over him, but I had only been there for the music. “Please don’t do this,” I murmured softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pinning me to him. “Please, no… don’t!” I said it a bit more forcefully this time, but he wouldn’t stop. His hands were busy under my coat now, fondling me through my tight angora sweater and brassiere as he pressed me up against the brick wall in the dark alleyway. I didn’t want to scream, didn’t want to make a scene. It was my own fault that I’d fallen into this trap, and I needed to find my own way out. I slapped him hard and managed to push him away, finally. Brad was angry, and it showed on his reddened face. “You’re just a little tease, aren’t you?” He spat, contemptuously. “Well, I can’t be bothered with that!” He turned on his heel and strode off without another word, leaving me alone in the alley with my clothing in disarray and my head foggy and in turmoil. I was also starting to regret that I hadn't used the restroom at the club; the urge to pee was making itself felt more strongly now. “Why didn’t he realize I’m not into boys?” I thought to myself. “Did I have to spell it out for him?” I hadn’t done anything to lead him on, to give him the wrong idea, had I? I thought we’d just go to the club and enjoy the music like a couple of friends; why did he have to make it into something else? As I tried to rearrange my clothing, I became aware of the feeling that I was being watched. The feeling was strong, so very strong. I glanced around me, thinking I would see someone standing there, but I was alone. Balancing precariously on unfamiliar high heels, and hobbled by the tight black woolen skirt I was wearing, I started walking in the direction of the nearest subway station since I didn’t have enough money in my purse to afford a cab by myself. Although I hadn’t seen anyone nearby, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. Between the drinks, my upset state from being mauled by Brad, and this weird feeling, I must have been very distracted. Without thinking, I stepped off of the sidewalk against the light. A loud honk broke me out of my daze, but it was too late… I felt the brutal impact as the car hit me, tossing me up into the air like a rag doll before it sped away. I hit my head hard as I fell to the pavement, and then I was lying in the gutter in a broken heap, feeling my life ebbing away. I can clearly remember wetting myself, the urine spurting out, feeling it soaking through my underwear, slip, and skirt and forming a puddle underneath me as I lay there, helpless. Funny, I felt embarrassed by that, as if it really mattered at that point. Even though I knew I was dying, I still felt embarrassed… weird. As the glow from the streetlight faded and the darkness began to envelop me, I dimly glimpsed a shadowy figure approaching, and I felt strong arms lift me up from the street. And then, I lost consciousness. (to be continued) This is my 500th post here on omo.org, and i wanted it to be something special. Please let me know what you think of it so far, my friends... and don't worry, this story will not be abandoned. BTW, there will be more omo... i'm just getting started here.
  13. Female

    Hello guys! long time no see eh? :D hmm..i don't know how to start this off (I'm bad at starting things off)...But i'll try anyway. I told my guy (Who's also my Dom) whom I've been with for a month now ( we were friends before, don't worry...he's also my dom) that I was into peeing...the best thing is, he's into peeing as well (other types of peeing that's not specifaccly omorashi) and I also told him i was into peeing, but I didn't say a certain type until tonight. It all started off as we were just talking about variety of things, and you know how sometimes people go silent over the phone? Yeah, it was like that. So I decided to say something about my certain fetish (omorashi). Now mind you, I was planning on holding tonight - Still am, actually, I'm doing it right now as I type this. And due to him being an open-minded person and he was already into peeing, he has no problem with it. And to make things better, we even discussed some of the things to torture my bladder. Um..Don't know what else to put here regarding to this xD but I would like to answer some questions if you may have any? (I don't know :P )
  14. Female

    This story is meant as a continuation of my only other story which I wrote last year in July but forgot to continue, so if you want to hear the events leading up to this, search 'An Unexpected Visit' or my name 'Mr_Awesome' and you will find it. This story may seem very cliché because of the situations so I apologise if it isn't to the same standard as my last one. ~~~ Jesse woke up on Monday morning feeling pleasant. She remembered her encounter with John, a guy from school she had feelings for. She had shown up at his house on Friday with a desperation problem and it had all turned out for the better. Now she couldn't wait to see him at college. And thinking about college... Jesse picked up her alarm clock, looked at it and practically threw it at the wall as she realised she was going to be late. If she was late she wouldn't be there for her register class and if she wasn't there, she wouldn't get to see John until Maths at the end of the day. She threw on her clothes and was gone in minutes. The bus journey was a pain as she realised she had forgotten to make her daily bathroom visit before leaving her place. This bothered her and she knew she would either have to go and wait to see John, or rush to register class to see him and have to hold it for a couple of hours. Holding it is. She made her way to class and when she got there she froze in her tracks upon seeing John sit at his usual place. She had initially planned to speak to him but now the moment had arrived, she couldn't help but back out. She sat down at her designated desk. --- 3:45 PM, Maths Class --- Jesse is sat down with her hands awkwardly positioned near her crotch. She knew she couldn't hold herself for fear of embarrassment but having her hands close to there gave her reassurance. John walked in the door. She stared but luckily he didn't notice. The sight made her relax for a moment and a squirt of pee made its way out. She panicked and squeezed herself. She regained control easily but she knew it wouldn't be easy after a while. Everyone else sat down on the teacher's request. Her teacher was quite old so therefore they could get away with most things like passing notes and talking. However they would never be allowed to leave for the bathroom. "College is a grown up place, meant for young adults. Which means no bathroom breaks." She had grown tired of hearing this and many had wet themselves on the classroom. It usually only resulted in the person being told off and sent home. The lesson started and the only thing keeping Jesse from making a huge puddle in her chair was John. What had happened on Friday was good, but she would prefer not to have an accident accompanying every sexual interaction between her and the one she wanted so much to have a relationship with. The lesson was half way through when she got an idea. She got a piece of her pink printed paper from her notebook and scribbled down some words. "I have to pee :(" John sat only a few desks away so she got the note to him easily. She looked at him as he read the note and his expression turned into shock and then a smile. He shuffled awkwardly. The note had awoken his mind a bit, resulting in unwanted bodily reactions. He looked in her direction and she's looked back, finally pressing ether hand into her crotch to stop herself from making a mess and to keep John's interest. The note arrived back at her desk. ":)" She smirked and accidentally let out another little spurt of pee. She was wearing back leggings as she normally did and so she wasn't too worried about stains but if she didn't manage to hold it in until the end of the lesson, whether she had wet spots or not wouldn't matter. The note conversation between Jesse and John continued for quite a while. John knew of her growing desperation, and Jesse knew about his arousal. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. "I barely have a few minutes left. This is so embarrassing...." "I can imagine Jesse, but I'm sure you can hold on a little longer" His note reached her and she tuned around, slowly shaking her head. He wondered why until he heard the hissing coming from her direction. She tried to stop it by pushing her hand as far into her crotch as possible but it didn't help. She started to cry. All eyes were on her and the pee was spurting out of her, flowing over the edge of the chair and splattering onto the floor. She got up and left with her head hanging in shame. A few could be heard smirking to themselves but Jesse didn't take notice as she rushed out of the door. John followed her, despite the teacher trying to stop him. He chased her down the corridor until she slowed to a stop and he took her in his arms. "It's okay Jesse. You don't have to be embarrassed. You can come to my house again and ill wash your clothes." "Thank you so much John. How can I repay you?" "You don't have to." And with that, he kissed her again. They left for his house but when they got there, they did more than just wash her clothes. ~~~ Ok that definitely wasn't as good as my last story but I hope some people enjoy it anyway. My girlfriend helped a bit with this story as well so I just thought I might point that out. Thanks for reading!