Ooh a fantasy… I have so many ;) 

One that always comes to mind is going out with someone who knows how much I love omo. We go to a restaurant, and they order a bottle of wine, winking at me as I finish my first glass. “Don’t rush through it babe, you don’t know when you’ll be going to the bathroom next…”

I have a pretty ok time holding my bladder, but when I start to not know when I can go next (new places, airplanes, etc.) sometimes the nerves get to me. As soon as they say that, I take a mental check of where my bladder is at - and immediately panic, thinking I’m almost full. Watching the liquid flow into my glass and splash. I take a few breaths, and smile. This is going to be fun. 

A few glasses in, I now think I really am starting to feel it. My legs are starting to shake a little, a little mini pee dance in my chair. Not out of desperation, but just out of a slight discomfort. My knees are definitely squeezed together. They drop their napkin.

“Oops!” and as he bends down to pick it up, I know he’s looking at my legs under the table. How close together they are. How I’ve pulled up my skirt so the elastic isn’t over my bladder, but on my waist now, the little bulge where my fullness is sticking out.  I flush a little, and try to stop the shaking for a moment, wishing I could hold better than I could - but he and I both know that alcohol makes everything so much worse for me, and goes right through me.

When he sits back in his chair, he smiles. “You okay?” 

“Doing great,” I smile back. “How about you?” I’ve been watching him, and he’s not only had as much wine as I have, but three glasses of water - the waiter keeps refilling. He has a much higher tolerance than me, but I know this is still more than usual…and he wants to play. 

“Doing great. Let’s get the check” He gets the check and we go to leave. The second we stand up I feel my bladder send shivers. “oooh,” I wiggle my hips a little. “Just to let you know -” my voice still cracks everytime I say it, “I kinda have to go to the bathroom..but I can wait for the next place”

“Good. You’ll need to,” he says. As we leave, he pushes up close behind me as we walk out the door and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans. “Naughty boy….” I turn to him, and he presses me against the wall outside the restaurant, kissing me..and grinding into my bladder.

My panties are wet (but not from leaking..yet) as I squirm under him, feeling his cock twitch as I grind my crotch against his leg to help me hold. “I actually…really have to go…” I whisper in his ear “…and if you keep doing this…I…”

He releases me. “You might what?” he asks, playfully. As we wait for a cab, he shifts foot to foot. “You know..I kinda have to pee too…” 

“I saw you drinking all that water! I knew it. But big boys can hold it, can’t they?” I ask, casually crossing my legs (though internally, it wasn’t casual at all)

“Yes. But so can big girls.” He shoots back. 

Our cab arrives, and we go to the next bar. As we walk in, it’s icy cold - the AC must be blasting. It hits my bladder like a wave, and I let out a little gasp. “Ooh…” and I feel the first contraction, the first risk of leaking, as I tighten up and press my legs close. 

We sit down, and he immediately downs the water. “I’m trying to catch up to you…” he whispers, running his foot against my leg (tightly crossed) under the table. He winces a little and adjusts his pants. I feel my panties getting damper, still not from any leaks…but from watching him, knowing how little he shows, knowing how much he’s had to drink, and that little adjustment meant everything. 

When I have to go - I can hold it usually for some time. Alcohol and caffeine do me in, but I still have a runway. Him, on the other hand, when he has to go, it’s time. We’ve been in shopping malls and I’ve seen him go from nothing to sneaking quick grabs and shuffling towards the bathroom. We’ve been in the car, and I’ve had to pull over while he yanks out his dick - sometimes leaving a few spots on his boxers. 

I knew this was it. 

Our drinks come, and I can barely look at mine, let alone think about drinking it. I have to pee. But I know he does too, and I want to have some fun watching it, and enjoying this desperation - I get so turned on when I have to go.

He’s getting a little red, and as he grabs his martini glass, I notice his hands shaking a little. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You know now..I’ve really gotta go. I gotta go-” he bites his lip, and I see his hand brush his pants and make a quick grab, “like right now.”

“I’d like you to hold it for me.” My legs are crossed tight, knowing his need makes mine so much worse.

“I am. I did. I mean- I am, but,” when his words get mixed up like this, I know it’s time. I take a sip of my drink. Damn. It feels like it goes straight to my bladder. 

“I’ve had to go for an hour, and I’ve held it. I’ve squirmed under you, and kept my legs tight, and been a good girl. Now you, hold it for me, just for a minute.” 

His eyes stay on me as he takes another sip and winces, adjusting his pants up again, away from his bladder. He must be dying. I’m so horny now, I just want to take him and fuck him, but know we’ll never make it home. 

“Ok, babe,” he looks at me and adjusts himself again, this time the grab even more obvious. This is a very special show for me. 

“Here’s the plan,” I whisper to him. “I’ve gotta go too. And I’m a wreck watching you. I honestly think I might leak when I stand up, so we need to get to the bathroom. It’s in the back, and they’re unisex. Let’s get in there together. I’m going to go first…and don’t make a scene.”

He nods. I take another squeeze of my legs, feeling his eyes fixated on my crotch, and uncross them, exhaling. Fuck. I knew it, and I can feel that first dribble on the edge, ready to escape. Fuck. I should’ve gone at the restaurant. I hope this bathroom isn’t far. I stand up and feel the first leak escape, and take a look at him with a grimace. I cross my legs tight again.

“What’s going on? Go!” he whispers.

“I’m…trying…to get control!” I whisper back, tightening with everything I got.

I hurry over to the bathroom. Feeling a few leaks escape. I get inside, and immediately grab myself, cross my legs, and squirm. I take my panties off, so anything I lose won’t ruin them. He’s in a moment later, already undoing his belt. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” he exclaims, holding himself. “Help me undo this damn belt!”

I know what this means - he’s losing control too. Underneath, he’s already leaked, if he has to grab like that, there’s no other choice. I help him with his belt, kissing him although he fights me. We’re two squirming messes, and using my hands to undo his belt means that I’m constantly leaking now, little squirts running down my legs as I stomp up and down trying to keep control with this dance. 

“Stop!” he exclaims, grabbing his zipper. There’s not time for my terrible coordination on this belt. 

He gets his dick out of the zipper and I see it’s dripping - there’s already a spot on his pants. I’ve never seen this. Desperation, yes. Losing it like this - god I could cum already.

He’s pissing a heavy stream in the toilet, exhaling, while I’m dancing and holding myself next to him. “Hurry! I can’t, “ I gasp, “wait!”

He stops the stream, a feat I can tell from his face wincing. “Go now,” he knows I’m going to piss all over the floor otherwise. Now it’s my turn to let go, and god it feels good. Watching him still squirm (I also find that stopping mid-piss is even harder than holding to begin with, especially when desperate) while I get relief….

He tells me to spread my legs, so he can go again too. I oblige, and he faces me pissing in the front of the toilet, our faces both total ecstasy at this release.

Secret One: Anything that forces one’s thighs spread when one has a full bladder. My personal favorite fantasy is two women sitting -one in front and one in back. The one in back would force the girl in the front to spread her shaking thighs apart -while holding her hands up and away from her crotch so that she’s just waiting until she bursts. The girl’s tender pussy lips would be trembling while only her muscles could work hard to keep her huge dam from breaking.  

Secret Two: A dom demanding touchy-feely lap-dances from a bursting stripper who must follow through.

Secret Three: Bondage with intense and longggg drawn out Female-Desperation. Where you can see every twitch and squirmy struggle.

Secret Four: Running Faucets and Forcing to wash dishes nursing a full bladder.

Secret Five: Being trapped in a room when its raining outside making one feel the urge to pee.

Secret Six: A private detention where a professor doesn’t let his/her bratty 19 year old female student be excused to use the restroom. 

Secret Seven: Tickling a bursting individual.

Secret Eight: Forcing a significant other to drink tons of liquids before bed, then holding them in place especially if its their morning pee.

Secret Nine: Stimulating someone sexually to make it harder for them to hold it.This could be anything from small clit teases, to full-out sloww agonizing intercourse when every thrust presses into the growing need to pee. 

Secret Ten: Teasing someone aloud about how full they feel.

Secret Eleven: Gentle female bladder bulges that are just begging to be touched.

Secret Twelve: Tribbing with both females incredibly desperate

Secret Thirteen: A dom who forbids their sub to use the restroom, with punishment being longer denial if they leak.

Secret Fourteen: Being forced to listen to a person/people relieve themselves while needing to pee.

I stood by the front door, looking in the large window. People were dancing around holding flumes of champagne.

The pressure in my bladder jolted me back to reality.

Two women in evening gowns pushed passed me giggling.

“Fuck it.” I headed inside.

Heidi Brown’s party. Heidi Brown, an eccentric billionaire, her parties are more exclusive than the met gala.

Heidi Brown’s parties are simple, show up with a full bladder, leave dry, get one million dollars.

I grabbed my dick, seeing so many desperate people was making it harder to hold, but turning me on as well.

This…ballroom I suppose was blocked off from the rest of the house, there were fifty men and women shuffling around. There was a woman playing a harp and waiters carried plates of food and champagne, I took a glass for myself.

The large grandfather clock by the fire place struck eight, Heidi appeared at the top of her stairs. Brown hair pulled into an intricate not, red gown dragging behind her. Two servants closed the entrance to the upstairs, she stood there smiling at us.

Jesus, what had I gotten myself into?

“Hello all, its lovely to see you on this cold winters night, but I can assure you, it’s going to heat up fast.”

Next to me a man shoved his hand into his crotch and swore.

“Some if you are new, the rules are as followed, you are to hold your pee, and if you cannot, you are excluded from the million-dollar cash prize.”

A man appeared at Heidi’s side, he wore a strange masquerade ball like mask.

“I reserve the right.” Heidi started, finally stopping on the landing, “to touch each and everyone of you, to press where I want to. If anyone is uncomfortable with this, they may leave now.”

No one left, but the woman on my left whined.

Heidi grinned. “You all look beautiful, let’s crisin the evening, shall we?” She snapped her fingers “Albert, wet your pants.”

The man in the mask quickly let go the contents of his bladder into his grey slacks. She patted his cheek. “Good boy.”

Two people in maids uniforms wiped up the mess effectively. How much was she paying them? What was this? How could Albert pee on command?

I stood back by a group of strangers, pretending to have a conversation with them as I watched Heidi. My bladder was reaching levels I normally would never let it reach, made worse by the constant sipping of champagne.

One of the girls in our little group stopped mid sentence and whined, shoving a hand up her dress.

“Do you want to go, Scarlett?” Scarlett shook her head and stood up straight.

I watched over her head as Heidi made her way to a tall woman in a black dress, the woman was maintaining her composure incredibly, while the man by the fire place was wetting his pants.

Heidi began to kiss the woman’s neck, the woman stopped talking and let Heidi do it, closing her eyes. Heidi snaked a hand up the woman’s thigh and began to press on the woman’s bladder, instantly the woman was peeing.

“FUCK!”

All around us people we peeing, it was becoming unbreable. The fullness of my bladder was reaching critical levels, I kept a constant hand on myself, gripping my glass so hard I was afraid I’d shatter it.

By the staircase stood a woman with a hand down her panties, clearly visable through a slit in her dress, she was rubbing herself in circles furiously.

I was painfully hard, I wanted nothing more than to be as brave as that woman, but I couldn’t, I just…I couldn’t. God, I ached for it.

“The last five, this is always fun.” Heidi was circling around us like a hawk.

I didn’t know how I made it to the final five, but I did know I wasn’t going to make it, I wasn’t going to win.

So give in my Brain was telling me how good it would feel, the warmth, the relief…

Never.

Heidi walked over to the woman who was touching herself and whispered in her ear, instantly, the woman was peeing.

“Oh god, oh god, oh it feels so good! Ohhhhh…” Heidi was rubbing her back, smiling.

I felt myself leak, just a bit, but my underwear was wet.

God, I should just give in.

But there’s only four left!

Whatever magic Heidi used on that woman, she would use it on all of us.

I knew I couldn’t avoid her forever, Heidi made her way over to me.

Behind me, a man gave up. His moans were enough to send me over the edge, but I held on, barely.

“What did you say to her?” I asked as Heidi approached, her eyes flickered between the wetting man and me.

“I told her…” she walked up quicker and whispered in my ear, “to let go.”

“Ahh.” I didn’t let go, I held it.

Suddenly Heidi grabbed my dick, pushing my own hand out of the way, she smiled at me.

“Wouldn’t you feel much much better? To let it all go, to feel it rush through your pants onto my nice floors? To be so so naughty…here, I’ll show you.”

I was shaking, closer than ever to letting go, Heidi could have done anything to me in that moment and I would have let her.

She grabbed my hand and suddenly, it was on her crotch. I started to pull away but she held it there.

“Feel this.”

Instantly hot pee flooded my hand. I moaned, she whined.

“Mmm, cmon baby, join me.” There were flames in her eyes, her mouth was quirked in a playful smirk.

Her stream became stronger.

I cant-

I cant-

I cant take it anymore.

The floodgates opened. Pee flooded my nice dress pants. My body shook with relief, or maybe with my orgasm.

I peed violently for two minutes, the entire front of my pants was wet. As soon as I finished, I came, harder than I ever had before.

Heidi grinned.

“You lost.” She eyed me up and down. “But you were my favorite.”

Hey guys! Long time no see, right? I’m here with another story, once again in Angie’s pov. Enjoy!

Warning: The story is almost entirely based around sex. If that’s not your cup of tea, then you can read my others stories with mostly cute omo!

Angie:

You know what sucks? When you try to surprise your girlfriend with sex, and you end up embarrassingly wetting the bed. With both of you in it.

Allow me to give a brief description for those that are new: I’m Angie, and I’m a somewhat short Latina with dark, curly hair and eyes. I’m the girly girl in the relationship, and on this day I was wearing reeeeeeally short shorts (for obvious reasons) that were red, and a black tank top. Kai’s dark-skinned with short curly hair and is a tomboy, and she was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

So basically, my girlfriend has started working two jobs (we’re moving to Florida soon!) while I finish up my semester in school, so she’s often unavailable when I’m free, and vice versa. The very few times we both have free time we spend it napping together or going on small dates, and after a few weeks of feeling both worked up as hell from lack of sex and brewing up ideas, I wanted to make her feel really good.

Today, she only had the one job to go to, and she was out of work early afternoon. That was enough time for me to finish up my classes for the day, and then prepare for her surprise. I had two classes: precalc and biology, both back to back. Both professors are anal about tardies, so I never bother taking any kind of break in between the fifteen minutes I have.

Precalc starts at 8am every morning, and runs until 9:45. Biology is 10-12, and is literally on the other side of the campus. I typically have no problem getting to my first class on time, but for some ungodly reason my alarm didn’t go off, and I woke up with exactly a half hour before class started. Keep in mind that it takes ten minutes to drive there, and ten minutes to walk from the parking lot to the campus.

I barely had enough time to get dressed, grab two apples to eat on the way there and chug a glass of water. In the car, it became known to me that my bladder was feeling rather full. Not to the point of bursting, but enough to make itself known. Normally, I’d empty it if the chance was presented to me, but an idea came to mind: what if I held it for her?

My girlfriend is so damn shy when it comes to asking me to do a hold, and it’s honestly adorable. I’ve yet to admit that holding is beginning to turn me on a lot more than it should, and that I have absolutely no problem holding it for her. And again, since it’s been weeks, this would be a great addition to later.

I got to my class with a literal minute before the class started. I had to run, which did absolutely nothing to help the liquids in my bladder. I took my seat and had to cross my legs to stave off the urge until it settled down enough.

The next hour and forty-five minutes ticked by slowly, and I found myself regretting chugging the glass of water earlier. Halfway through the class, small urges started growing in size, to the point that my legs had to be permanently closed. I wiggled around in my seat every so often, and ignored all weird looks from my classmates, attempting to focus on taking notes.

By the end of it, I was alternating between subconsciously flinging my free hand in the air and rubbing my thigh. The professor let us go, and I packed up my things quickly. At this point, I was seriously debating just using the bathroom in between the two classes and just refilling later, but I was stopped by the professor.

She waited until everyone had left, and asked if everything was okay, that I seemed tense and fidgety. I had my legs pressed tightly together and was shaking as I nodded, fiddling with my book bag straps to keep my hands busy. She took a swig of her water, and I couldn’t help but whimper a tad.

Finally, she let me go. I thanked her and all but ran out of there, checking the time: 9:54. I had literally no time to pee, running across the campus once again. Halfway there, I had a hand between my legs as the jostling swished the pee around again, and I had to stop once or twice to not lose it completely.

I got there right as the professor was locking the door, my hand out of my crotch and fiddling with my shirt instead. In bio, on that day we had a lab, so I had to slip goggles, a lab coat and gloves, make my way to my usual group, and work. The room was freezing, and we can’t touch our clothes because of the possible chemicals that end up on the gloves, so I couldn’t hold myself. I could only cross my legs and move them around as we messed around with bacteria.

One dumbass decided to see what would happen if he poured water into the dish, and watching/hearing it trickle out of the bottle was too much, and a two-second spurt escaped. I gripped the desk and ground my crotch into the chair, cutting it off. My group looked at me weird and questioned my red face, but I chalked it up to girl problems and they, all males and oblivious to female issues, left it as that.

For the rest of the lab, I kept grinding into my chair to distract myself just enough. Because I had to rush in the morning, I was wearing sweatpants, which caused a delicious friction. I was already horny, and I used the mindset of it keeping my mind off of my full bladder to keep going. I lost count how many times I edged, but it was at least 30 by the time class was over.

Now, I was torn between going to the bathroom or forcing myself to hold until she got home, which would be in about an hour from that point. Walking out of the building, I passed by a bathroom, which only increased my urge. Making a split decision, I rush inside…only to see all of the stalls out of order.

I grabbed myself with both hands, trying to not lose it right then and there. Desperate, I prop myself up against the wall and slip a hand in my pants, rapidly playing with myself. If I had tried to run to the other bathroom, I almost definitely would’ve wet myself, and my car was closer.

Halfway to an edge, my girlfriend called me. I answered the phone, my voice husky and breathless. “H-hello?”

She sounded breathless as well, but out of exhaustion. “Hey, baby. Just letting you know that I’ll be home soon, okay? In about 45 minutes. I just have to finish up a couple more things.”

“O-okay…” Part of me was tempted to cum right then and there, to get her flustered in public. I didn’t, however, and simply brought myself to another edge.

She did notice the sounds, however. “Are you okay? You sound a bit…off.”

“I’m g-good, went for a r-run,” I stammer, another edge following through.

In case you’re wondering what edging is, it’s the practice of bringing yourself close to orgasm without falling over it. You come down from the high, and then you get close to it again. Rinse, repeat.

She paused, but went along with it. “Okay. I’ll see you soon, gotta go!” With that, she hung up. Shortly after, I removed my hand, licking up my own juices. I caress my bladder bulge, enjoying how firm and round it is. Finally, I get to my car and drive home.

By the time I get home, the peaked arousal wore off a bit, the desperation peeking through. I rush inside, ignoring the bathroom, and make my way to the bedroom, quickly changing into the clothes I mentioned earlier. Climbing into bed, I prepare myself.

Laying in bed, I keep my legs crossed while I feel myself up, slightly grinding into the air. I slipped my hands under the bra, playing with my nipples to make them hard as diamond.

The closer it got to her getting home, the more desperate I got. By the time I heard the front door click, I had a hand in between my legs, rocking side to side on the bed. “Baby! Where are you?” she called out.

She found me in the bedroom, alternating between holding myself and rubbing my clit. Her expression goes from shocked to sheer, utter horniness. She climbed on top of me, pausing when she saw my full bladder. She gingerly placed her hand on it and whispered, “You were holding it this entire time for me?”

I nodded, closing my legs and crossing them under her. “I haven’t gone since last night.”

I could’ve sworn her eyes were gonna pop out of her head. “It’s after one, and you haven’t gone since yesterday??”

I nod, snaking a hand between us to my crotch as well. The more she talked about it, the more I realized how much I’ve been holding. A few seconds later, I had a massive sense of urgency wash over me, and I honestly felt like I was gonna lose it. I tried to get up, but she held my legs down and sat on top of them.

I moaned, twisting my hips around to make up for my legs being kept down. “I don’t think I can hold it until later,” I admit, my free hand beginning to shake. “I didn’t realize it was that bad until now.”

“You can hold it,” she said huskily, leaning forward into me. She kissed me, moving around to slip my shorts off of my body. Her knuckles brush against my bladder, causing me to shiver. Slowly, she moves down, trailing hot kisses on my neck and collarbone. She pulls my shirt up to latch onto a nipple, making it hard.

I wanted to tease her, but there was no way I could focus enough to do that. She bit down hard, and the sudden spark of pleasure caused me to leak. I moaned and wiggled my hips more, saying to my girlfriend, “Losing it, losing it…”

“Just a bit longer…” I could tell that there was no way in hell of telling her I was about to pee; she was too far into it to let me go even if I was on the verge of wetting. I stopped trying, however I needed something to help take the edge off. So, I maneuvered myself so that I could wrap my legs around hers, grinding against it.

She stopped moving for a bit and let me rock against her, shoving a hand down her pants and rubbing her own clit while using her free one to caress my bladder. Watching her only increased my horniness…which increased my desperation.

Of course, I started to forget English again. A hard leak shot out of me when she hit a particular sensitive spot on my bladder, shouting, “No puedo esperar, por favor dejame ir al baño.” I can’t wait, please let me go to the bathroom.

She didn’t bother to listen; the damn leak hitting her leg turned her on more. She rubbed herself a bit longer before she moved away, tearing her pants down. I took advantage of the newfound freedom and held myself tightly, moaning loudly. She reached on the tabletop next to us…and pulled out our wand. Fuck.

The wand almost always makes me cum quickly, and as you guys might’ve picked up on, I can’t hold it once I cum. I simply just can’t, especially if it’s a strong orgasm. My girlfriend climbs back onto the bed, and positions herself…right over my face. I can feel the wand pressing against my clit, and shortly there’s a soft buzzing going on. “You’ll cum when I do,” she says.

Naturally, I start licking and sucking. I start leaking every few seconds because of the wand, as well as edging a lot faster than normal. Each edge in return caused another leak, and I end up sitting on top of a decently soaked portion of the bed.

After a few minutes, She starts grinding against my tongue, indicating that she’s getting close. The moment she falls off the edge, she turns the wand onto its highest setting, pushing me over the edge as well…as well as breaking the already broken dam. I cum, hard. The force of the stream is so strong that it actually manages to trickle off the bed and onto the floor.

Sub me: have accident in front of b o y. Boy comfort. Boy Attention.