Mouse🔞

and she very clearly sees all the hickeys that i leave

i don’t really know how it developed..only that it did, and that it’s something i’ve learned to love.

you know how i’ve said i’m a switch, maybe 30–40% of the time? this is one of those kinks where i like being on both ends.

i know it isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and it’s never something i’d force, pressure, or even ask for if it crossed a soft or hard boundary. consent above all, always. it’s not something i need to feel fulfilled..but it is something i deeply enjoy.

i've made a few posts already about dacryphilia (becoming aroused to the sight/idea of making someone cry, in a very consensual + sexual way of course!!)

which is a kink that requires a lot of trust, and vulnerability.

just like my piss kink.

like crying, there’s something incredibly vulnerable about desperation… about holding. about trusting someone enough to let them guide you through it without ever taking your choice away. i like encouraging someone to stay hydrated, reminding them to drink water, checking in, asking them to tell me when they start to need the bathroom. it starts small, you can hold it for ten more minutes.

ten turns into thirty.

you’ve held it before.. it’s not that bad, right?

maybe you remember other times you’ve held it on long car rides, trying not to squirm in the backseat while your legs pressed together, counting down the minutes until you could finally get to a bathroom. or those times when you were at a crowded event, or stuck somewhere for longer than you expected, and you thought you couldn’t wait another second.. but you did. and you were fine. you made it.

and now it’s here, with me. and it feels different somehow. the urgency, the pressure, the way your body is becoming aware of itself in a new way. but underneath it all, the same thing is true: you can do this. you’ve done it before. you’ve proven to yourself that you’re capable, that your body can handle more than you sometimes give it credit for.

maybe i offer you juice. or a soda. only if you want, of course. i always want it to feel like an invitation, never a demand. i say it sweetly, encouraging, while i know your body is becoming more aware of itself with every passing minute.

an hour passes. then two.

i can see it now.. how you fidget, how your legs press together, how your body gives you away before you even say anything. you’ve never held this long before. you can feel the pressure, heavy and insistent, and there’s something intimate about letting me see you like this. i’m in awe.

i cradle your face. kiss you softly. tell you how brave you’re being, how proud i am of you. you can hold a little longer, baby. i believe in you.

i love the way you let yourself be guided. the way you let me reassure you over and over that you’re safe, that you’re doing well, that i’m here with you the entire time. it’s about being present with someone right at the edge of what they can handle, without ever pushing them past what they choose.

i promise we can stop anytime. if you say the word, i’ll stop immediately. i’ll hold you, kiss your face, tell you how proud i am of you for holding as long as you did. there’s no failure here. there never is. only choice.

you’ve never held this long before. but you can feel it. pressing. what if i feel it.. what if I finger you, and press on your bladder at the same time..? it’ll feel different. i want it to be a good different. something you’ve never considered before but the moment it happens, you think to yourself “i like this”

there’s a fullness about the way my fingers feel inside of you, curled, unrelenting. one you’ve never felt before, one you’re not sure about how you feel now.

fullness turns into need.

the way my fingers feel rubbing your clit, while your eyes become hazy, and your movements become sloppier, less focused, the sensation of feeling my touch and the urge to pee feel similar now.

if you want to keep going, eventually.. no matter how hard you try to hold it, you’re going to end up leaking a little on my fingers baby.

i’ve been getting you closer and closer, because… i love how desperate you’ve become. you’re not sure whether or not you’re desperate to cum, or desperate for relief.

i don’t want you to cum that easily.

i want you to stop holding.. to let yourself leak a little on my fingers. it’s something you’ve never done before, I know. but.. i promise it’ll relieve some of the pleasure you’re feeling. and it’ll be so much easier for you to cum after, baby.

just a little for me.