There will be piss

Tell them exactly how you're touching yourself and how good it feels

Describe every sensation. Share every thought

Tell them when you're close

Let them interact. Ask them to send you content they think you'd like. Tell them to choose how you should touch yourself next

I promise they'll be holding their phone six inches from their eyes, absolutely flushed with need as they await every response

If you have the perfect storm, you can blue-screen their subby little brain by saying "fuck I'm so close. If I keep going I'm gonna cum....do you think I should?"

Being so tuned in to your experience as you get yourself off, and being able to "give" you the permission they want sooo badly? It's better worse than actually being edged~

before the wetting and after 🤤 i wasn't kidding about the tight belt huh! note it's one notch tighter in the empty bladder pic (right).

Like imagine you’re sitting there driving and it’s been so long that you literally have no other option besides to grab the water bottle you finished a few hours ago. You have to go so badly that you can’t even wait to pull over somewhere secluded enough, or until the next rest stop you pass, it’s gotta be now. 

B rushes in and almost instantly the sound of water hitting water followed by a loud sigh of relief is heard.

before the wetting and after 🤤 i wasn't kidding about the tight belt huh! note it's one notch tighter in the empty bladder pic (right).

I have to stay very quiet because my flatmates are home. I’m grinding against my pillow in my soaked panties, hips rolling slowly back and forth, then side to side. My clit is incredibly sensitive, pulsing with every movement. My pussy is absolutely drenched — I’ve completely soaked through my panties and the pillow beneath me.

I’m already so close, but I don’t want to cum yet. My swollen clit throbs helplessly, aching for more.

I reach for my C-shaped vibrator. With trembling fingers I slide my drenched panties down, shivering as the cool air kisses my dripping pussy. I gently push the longer end deep inside me — the sudden fullness almost makes me lose control. I freeze, breathing shakily, fighting the urge.

Once I regain some control, I position the other end against my throbbing clit and pull my soaked panties back up, letting them hold the toy perfectly in place.

I lower myself onto the pillow again. Ohhh yes… The soft plush feeling between my thighs, the firm pressure of the vibrator, and my warm, slippery wetness is pure heaven.

I start grinding once more, slow and deep, getting even wetter. Only then do I pair the toy with my phone and turn it on.

The first soft waves hit my clit. “Fuck…” I whisper almost soundlessly, biting my lip. The vibrations feel incredible. Soon a new pattern starts — it builds from deep inside and spreads outward, caressing my lips and swollen clit, growing stronger with every wave.

My mind drifts to other women… I picture them in the shower, legs only slightly parted, letting the warm streams tease their pussies. They stroke their slick, swollen clits with slow, loving circles, hips moving in tiny, restrained motions as the water kisses every sensitive fold. Their inner thighs quiver, faces flushed with pleasure.

That image makes me even wetter.

I keep grinding in slow, controlled circles, pressing my clit harder against the buzzing toy. “I’m so close…” I breathe, barely audible. My thighs tremble as the soft pillow gently caresses my inner thighs.

I can’t hold it any longer.

I clench my ass and push my hips forward, grinding my dripping pussy firmly against the pillow and the vibrator. I squeeze my thighs tighter, trapping the pillow between them. My pelvic muscles tense rhythmically as I keep making small, desperate circles.

The orgasm crashes over me. I bite hard into the pillow to stay silent as powerful waves explode from my clit and spread through my whole body. My abs and legs flex tightly, drawing the pleasure deeper. “Mmm… yes…” I whimper almost soundlessly, trembling.

I refuse to stop. I keep my muscles tensed and continue those tiny, insistent grinding movements, milking wave after wave from my pulsing clit. Each squeeze sends new surges of ecstasy through my belly, spine, and thighs. The orgasm stretches out beautifully, long and intense, until I’m shaking with aftershocks.

especially ones who have to act put-together to fit a specific image. it would be soooo embarrassing if others figured out that this cool, collected individual can’t hold their piss for a few hours; or if they can, they’re an absolute wreck.

they don’t show it. they can’t afford to put their persona to the side, so they’re stuck suffering through it all without being able to openly express it. if you pay closer attention, of course, you can see the slight tremble in their thighs, the sweat starting to form on their forehead, and the way their steps are faltering just slightly.

and if they were to have an accident? it would absolutely wreck their pride. they’d have to keep up this act like it’s not bothersome, they can handle anything! they don’t need help! they’re fine! obviously, it’s not a big deal.

(it most definitely is.)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Nice Guys (2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jackson Healy/Holland March Characters: Holland March, Jackson Healy Additional Tags: Omorashi, Wetting, Desperation, Handcuffs, Coming in Pants, Coming Untouched, Degradation, Verbal Degradation, Humiliation, Under-negotiated Kink, march is a whiny fuck, and healy’s Realising Things About Himself, Sub Holland March, Dom jackson healy, very very mild intoxication (he had a couple of drinks like a few hours ago and it’s only mentioned once), Wet & Messy Summary:

“Okay. What’s up with you, March?” he asks. “You’re being even more skittish than normal.” Jackson’s firm tone makes Holland have to swallow a whine. “I have to piss,” he mumbles. Jackson stares. “…you have to piss.” The blonde winces, biting down harder on his lip. “Yes!” His voice is louder now, more urgent. “I have to piss, and it’s bad, and I don’t know how long we’re gonna be here, and- fuck-“ Jackson is trying his best not to ogle him. He really is. But there’s just… something about the way that Holland is panting, the way he’s sweating and writhing around that makes Jackson’s dick twitch in his jeans.

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