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CAR OMO WHERE THE DRIVER IS THE ONE WHO’S DESPERATE

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CAR OMO WHERE THE DRIVER IS THE ONE WHO’S DESPERATE

let’s look at the facts here. car omo is amazing. you have an enclosed space with not very much room to move around, a seatbelt holding you in place and possibly pressing on your bladder (it almost certainly is), and potentially other people to witness the suffering and shame of whoever it is that needs to go. the road might be bumpy, it might be a hot day and everyone’s drinking lots of fluids, and they might even drive by a very conveniently located waterfall (courtesy of meanie author). and i haven’t even gotten started on the trope that is “shy character is forced to hold it on a road trip ‘cause they can’t bring themself to ask for a rest stop so they can pee” oh my LORD

but consider this. at the very least, they can still hold themself with both their hands and pour all of their concentration into keeping every last drop of liquid inside. well, once you’re the driver??? yeah you’re not exactly gonna be able to do that.

you have to focus on the road. you have to keep your legs extended to push on the gas pedal and the brake. you have to use at least one hand to steer. you have to put enough concentration into driving to not get into an accident, which just means less of your attention for your very persistent problem. 

and yes, true, if they’re the driver they can stop anytime they want. but if there are others in the car with them, they still have to come up with a reason why they’re suddenly frantic to pull over as soon as they spot a gas station. and if they have to be somewhere in a certain amount of time, they also have to account for that.

just like,,,, picture your fave sitting behind the wheel, one hand firmly dug into their crotch as they bounce their knee and adjust their seatbelt every few seconds and swear loudly every time they hit a red light because they can feel themself leaking onto the seat and their driving is much more careless than it usually is just because they’re so desperate

Begging to go potty, that you've been really good and please please please you need to go so badly

Talking about how it feels. How warm, and tingly, and hot, and throbbing and all the good sensations in your little bladder and little peehole

Sitting somewhere- on someone's lap or just on a chair- and jumping the air because it feels so good, too good, and your little bladder is going to fucking explode if you can't press your hips into something

Little moans of desperation when you throb, or when there's extra pressure on your bladder, moaning because you just can't keep in the sounds when you threaten to leak and have to try so so hard to stop it

Hungry kissing and begging while you're being rubbed between your legs, not sure if you're begging to be allowed to piss or for more touches

Looking defeated, when you realize you really aren't gonna get to go potty, and just laying there, whimpering, until your body finally gives up trying to hold it in, and you bite your lip as your poor bladder muscles give out

Laying in your own mess, drooling a little from how good it felt to finally let it all go. It's so warm, and so much relief...

Lazy casual pees. Just realizing you need to pee and wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, just letting it out. In your pants, while you’re walking, sitting on the couch, in bed,

just… the freedom of walking around or playing games and feeling that pang in your bladder, only to immediately let it all out with no worry of the mess or the looks.

More characters just peeing as they walk or not bothering to get up from their comfy bed and just letting it all out or being in the middle of a busy work day and just unloading into their work pants because it’s easier than getting up and taking a break.

I used to do this where I’d put on my black workout shorts and rubber sandals and just stroll out commando and do a bunch of errands and no matter what when I got that ping I’d just pee myself right where I was continuing to do what I was doing. it was extra fun when I got the urge more than once, just wetting and re-wetting without care.

Day 3  - Relieving themselves in the woods

1) Person A is on some kind of group activity in the woods, and desperately needs to pee. However, the woods are quite open and space-out, leaving nowhere for them to go without being seen. They hang back a few times to let some of the pressure go in short bursts before they have to catch up again. 

2) Imagine your character slipping away from the group to pee desperately in some bushes, as soon as they start going, it gushes out of them in full force, and they sigh loudly in relief. It’s only until they re-join the group that they notice the puddle of pee running out from the bushes right to where the group were standing. 

3) Imagine your character trying to subtly pee while sitting down on a log with a group of people

4) Imagine your character living in the woods, and (wanting to save on their water bill) uses the surrounding tree’s as their personal urinal. 

5) Imagine the guilty feeling as you remember your quick pee behind the cabin earlier on a woods adventure trip as the instructor tells everyone explicitly to never pee anywhere other than the bathroom as it attracts animals. 

6) Imagine your character (for this imagine, with a penis) needs to pee in the middle of a freezing night while camping alone. They decide to just zip open the tent a fraction and stick their penis out, peeing onto the ground outside the tent. 

6/7) Alternatively, your character squirming around in their sleeping bag for a whole two hours before giving up and letting it flood the soft-warm padding, 

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like, anywhere anytime if that fleshlight was being used, so were you. you'd have to learn very quickly how to go about your day while also being pounded into like a toy

and afterwards, maybe they use it to cockwarm themselves for god knows how long, only to pull out so you can feel their cum sliding down your legs

Fun fantasy of mine:

Day 1 - Desperate in a vehicle 

1) Person A not wanting to damage Person B’s seats so instead tilting themselves off the edge onto the floor-mat juusstt incase they can’t hold it. (Which they totally can’t)

2) Always keeping some form of container in the car ready for emergencies, weather an intended product designed for such situations, or simply a drinks bottle. (Bonus points if there are multiple people in the car, who argue about who should get to use it) 

3) Have a bladder accident after an actual car accident, not even noticing the wet pants until the police officer offers you a foil blanket to cover up with. 

4) Person A getting into Person B’s car after having an accident and Person B making them sit on a towel (Bonus if it’s a long journey and they need to go again, letting it out into the seat. 

5) Person A begging the bus driver to pull over so they can go at the side of the road, one hand holding onto the railing by the driver’s seat, the other holding themselves. 

6) Long train journeys with unreliable plumbing. 

7) That choice between “Miss my last bus home” or “Wet myself on the last bus home”

8) Person A riding a bike through the park with a full bladder, they decide they’re going fast enough to pee on the bike while riding and have nobody notice. They start to go, getting into the swing of it. Until, of course, they stop and look back only to realise the pee was very, very obvious on the concrete below them. 

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They whine from the thought of having to get up, but its something that has to be done no matter what, so they sit on the bed and stretch to wake up a little bit more.

When they're stretching their muscles relax, giving a pleasant feeling. It feels warm and relieving...

... Until they realize the mess its being made on the bed and floor, since their body didn't seem to register the fact that they were holding a very full bladder. They're currently peeing the egde of the bed and the floor.

You step into the weight room at a large local gym, and your eyes pass across ranks of people. Men with hard bodies and flat pecs thrust weights into the air or curl their biceps in front of a mirror, sweat gleaming on their bodies. Lean, toned women do squats with a bar across their shoulders, snapping off one after another. You eyes come to rest on an imperfect woman on a pull down machine, her teeth bared in a weight lifters grimace, biceps and shoulder muscles outlined sharply as she smoothly pulls the weights down in another repetition.

My eyes widen in surprise and my muscles clench to keep from dropping the weight as you stop in front of me. (Crashing weights is rude!) I continue to look up at you, holding the weight in place, hovering in mid rep. 60 pounds, you observe, and you also know I’m showing off for you a little. You raise your eyebrows at me, ‘is that really necessary?’ Looking sheepish, I lower the weight and rise to follow you.

We enter the locker room, and you begin to strip quickly while walking across the momentarily empty space. I follow, catching the sharp glance from your eyes letting me know I need to be naked, and quickly. I tear at my clothes, tripping in my haste and typical reaction to the sight of your bare skin. I never get tired of seeing you naked. We slip into a shower cubicle, and I see that you’ve put our towels on the hooks outside of the tiled space. In seconds I am on my knees, face pressed hard to your pussy, licking for all I’m worth. I love the taste of you in my mouth, and my tongue eagerly strokes your clit and dips into you seeking every bit of it. I lick hard and fast, hands on your thighs as you hook a knee over my shoulder and press me harder into you. When you come, my muscles are tested supporting part of your weight as your knees weaken with the shock of orgasm running through you.

I whisper my thanks for the privilege of tasting you, and you smile and kiss me, drawing me to my feet. You push me into the wall and begin to kiss me with the peculiar mix of gentleness and authority that makes me hot and slick in no time, and gently–gently?–caress my breasts and nipples. Your mouth moves to my ear and neck and I bite my lip on a moan, and your hand finds its way to my pussy, stroking my hardening clit, making my own knees threaten to buckle.

Suddenly the locker room is filled with a trickle, then a roar of noise, and my eyes widen. I realize that the spinning, yoga, and body combat classes all just got out at once, and we’re naked and having sex in the shower. Your lips move back to my ear, and you murmur, “Better not let them hear you sweetheart.” You pull back enough to meet my gaze, and my eyes are round and wide, pupils dilated, mouth trembling, breath coming faster at your skilled touch, me seeing that truly devilish grin that I’ve come to know and love so well across your sweet lips. You kiss me again, tongue meeting mine, and my torment begins.

I close my eyes, warm water caressing me, back against the cold tile as you work my body over as only you can. Your tongue finds every spot that brings me the most pleasure, causes me to bite my lips, suppressing my moans as your lips find my nipples which harden immediately against your swirling tongue. People chatter and move all around us, other cubicles filling, laughter and talk mixing with my sensation, the adrenaline and blood pounding through my veins and leaving me dizzy as your lips glide lower. I can tell you’re smiling as you feel my chest heaving, gasping. My hand rises, heading for my mouth so that I can bite my knuckles, and your hand stops mine. I can feel you shaking your head.

A similar scene where a character is peeing but has to stop for some reason (bottle is full, they get caught etc.), and they manage and it’s horrible because they’re still so full and letting go felt good, but for the time being they think (hope?) they’re okay. And then right after they got out of “position”, their body overwhelms them and they start peeing just or almost as forcefully as they did when they were doing it on purpose.

And of course, they try their hardest to get their control back with grabbing and everything because they don’t want to make a mess, but they can’t because the floodgates are fully open and trying to stop that is like putting a hand under a running tap.