Thank you to everyone who’s been interacting so much with my blog in a way that is actually respectful
I’m 26, she/they, pan, everyone who is interested is welcome here as long as they are a respectful adult.
I really enjoy writing (especially spicy, sexy, smutty stuff) so this is where I write a lot of my shorter ideas, along with also occasionally writing about LGBTQ issues, gender equality, and sex/kink Ed type stuff. All of the stories I write are completely fictional about consenting adults.
I am in a relationship. I am taken. I have a boyfriend. I am monogamous. I will not answer asks or DMs that do not pertain my writing.
DNI/ DISCLAIMER
DNI if you are under the age of 18. If I find minors or ageless blogs attempting to interact with this blog, I will block them. This is for other’s own safety as well as my own.
ALL OF MY WRITING IS 100% FICTIONAL AND ALL OF MY FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ARE CONSENTING ADULT HUMANS.
DO NOT BE CREEPY! Just because I like to share my erotic writing online does not mean that I personally owe you anything. IF YOU DM/ASK FOR PERSONAL INFORMATION THAT DOES NOT PERTAIN TO WHAT IS ON THIS BLOG, I WILL BLOCK YOU. IF YOU ARE DISRESPECTFUL I WILL BLOCK YOU. IF YOU CALL ME A SLUR I WILL BLOCK YOU *THIS INCLUDES MISOGYNISTIC SLURS* IF YOU VIOLATE MY CONSENT OR I KNOW OR BECOME AWARE THAT YOU HAVE VIOLATED ANYONE ELSE’S CONSENT I WILL BLOCK YOU.
THIS BLOG INCLUDES FICTIONAL CONTENT RELATED TO AGEPLAY. AGEPLAY IS ADULTS ROLEPLAYING/ACTING/PLAYING LIKE A DIFFERENT AGE. IT DOES NOT EVER INVOLVE MINORS.
ABSOLUTELY NO KINK SHAMING! If you are personally uncomfortable or disagree with any kinks discussed on this blog, that is absolutely fine. You do not have to interact.
HOWEVER, IT IS NOT UP TO YOU TO SHAME OR JUDGE OTHERS FOR WHAT THEY DO PRIVATELY and CONSENSUALLY, INCLUDING ONLINE. NONE OF THE KINKS MENTIONED HERE ARE HARMFUL AS LONG AS REASONABLE AND LOGICAL SAFTEY MEASURES ARE TAKEN.
Hopefully that is enough disclaimers, onto the actual fun stuff.
Kinks I’m into/like to write about:
Femdom (pegging, light humiliation, begging etc)
Bondage
Roleplay of “taboo” scenarios- ie teacher/student, boss/secretary etc
Omo (Desperation, wetting etc)
Menophilia (menstruation kink, with menstrual blood, period sex, menstrual products etc)
Watersports (Golden showers, peeing in non-typical places etc)
Age play - (ABDL/DDLG/MDLG/MDLB etc) THIS IS CONSENTING ADULTS roleplaying/acting like a different age.
Puppyplay/Kitten play etc - consenting adult humans role playing/ acting like a dog or cat.
Bimbo/Bimbofication
There’s probably a lot more than I’m remembering rn, I’ll add more to this list if I think of them. I’m not as into super heavy or dark kinks, I prefer things more light, cute, playful etc
Kinks I’m not into/ not comfortable writing about (I’m not going to judge though)
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I’ve been holding it in for so soo long… My bladder feels like it’s going to burst any second. I’m desperately trying to keep my pull-up dry, wiggling all over and holding my padded crotch. It feels exciting knowing that I might not be able to hold it much longer. I’m trying so hard to be a big girl but I’m worried I’m going lose control of my little bladder and go potty right in my pull-up.
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Being in public with someone who makes it obvious that they have to pee is probably one of the most awkward things for me. Trying not to look at them and trying to just be a nice, normal supportive person while secretly also hoping they pee themselves but then feeling like such a jerk for wishing that they do. It’s not like they want to (unless they’re also the same type of freak), and it makes me feel so bad. I just want to be a nice and supportive but I feel terrible for having some kind of ulterior motive. If they do wet themselves, then again I want to comfort them but and say “It’s OK, I have accidents too sometimes. (Well - accidentally-on-purpose accidents that is). I really want to be a nice person to someone who’s having a hard time but I’m just afraid I’ll come off as a creepy weirdo. The most I can actually say is something along the lines of “It’s OK, you’re almost there.”
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Holding in a diaper is so underrated imo. I usually don’t need them, but occasionally I do and I know I just can’t make to the bathroom and my bladder is filled to bursting. I don’t want to admit that I can’t hold it and I’m going to have an accident, I try to hold it like a big girl, but it’s so much harder to hold myself and cross my legs with all that bulk. I don’t want to wet myself, I don’t want to have an accident in my diaper but if I do it’s OK and I can relax and not worry because I’m nice and protected. If I were to have an accident, if I were to leak and spurt and desperately struggle to hold it, if my bladder was so full that it’s about to explode no matter what I do, it will be OK and it won’t make a big mess. But obviously I’m definitely not going to have an accident, I’m definitely not squirming and trying to hold myself every single way through my thick padding, I’m definitely not leaking.
one of the most powerful tools you have at your disposal is the ability to be normal about stuff. be normal about sex. be normal about bodies. be normal about sex work. be normal about peoples kinks. and then, most importantly, when someone gets prudish, or puritanical, or conservative, recognize that you are the normal one in the conversation, and act like it.
"You think she should be ashamed? that's weird man. why do you care so much. You think that's gross? okay... kinda weird that you care though. you found out about her kinks? what are you, like, stalking her or something? what, you think her job sucks 'cause it involves sex? what's it got to do with you? you're really obsessed with other people man, it's kinda creepy."
the duality of shame and normalcy is not static. you get to decide what is normal and what is shameful, and you can do it by your own standards. If you let someone else make that decision for you, you're ceding more ground than you could possibly know.
i dont want a childproofed internet i am almost 30 fucking years old. give your kid an internet safety talk and stop making it the problem of every adult on the planet every time some cryptkeeper legislator gets the brilliant idea (via conservative lobbying) to push through yet another bill gutting our access to free expression + increasing the powers of the surveillance state + lining the pockets of Big Data in the name of Protecting The Kids they wont even feed. this shit is exhausting i can’t believe we’re going to be fighting about it for the rest of my life
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we're hanging out together with a large group of friends. maybe we're watching a movie, or playing games, or something. its been hours, and i'm very hydrated- but due to being so focused on whatever we're doing, i don't notice how bad i'm starting to need to go.
until, finally, theres a lull in the conversation, and i nearly double over as the full weight of my bladder catches up to my senses. i practically slam my legs together, and go to stand up. "hey, uh, i'll be right back, im gonna go piss-"
before i can even stand up fully, your hand is on my thigh, pushing me back down into my seat. i nearly gasp as my bladder squeezes, and i cross my legs. "huh? no the fuck you're not. who said you could?"
i can feel my face heating up. everyones eyes are on me now. itd be easy to tell you to fuck off and laugh it off, but i dont. you smile, and push a new drink towards me. "youre gonna sit there and hold it. youre not a fucking baby."
i nod, and sip my new drink.
30 minutes later, and my bladder feels like a rock in my stomach. my legs are crossed firmly now, and i'm rocking back and forth in my chair, biting my lip to try and not make any noises. you're all half-pretending to pay attention to our activity- in reality, you're watching me squirm, pouring more drinks slowly whenever i finish a glass.
you begin to pour me another glass, and the sound of water trickling causes my bladder to throb violently. a spurt of pee forces its way out of me before i even have time to clench and stop it. i yelp in surprise, shoving my hands between my legs to grip myself through my pants.
you raise an eyebrow, frowning at me as i rub myself through my pants to try and get myself under control. "what are you fucking doing? youre not a damn child, do you seriously need to hold yourself like one? take your fucking hands away."
i shake my head, my bladder throbbing again in response. another, smaller leak dribbles into my underwear, and i squeeze myself harder. "i-- i cant. please, can i go to the bathroom now? i gotta pee real bad.."
you scoff, crossing your arms over my chest as you look me up and down. "it's only been thirty minutes, you seriously cant hold it that long? even toddlers can hold it longer than you."
another one of our friends pipes up, laughing as they do. "i bet he's already pissing his pants and just trying to hide it."
that gives you and the rest of the group an idea. you dont even need to speak it outloud- you just share a look, before four of you each grab one of my limbs. you force my legs wide open, and force my hands away from my crotch.
unable to hide it, there's a softball sized wet spot on the crotch of my pants. the shock from having my legs forced open causes me to leak again, and you can all clearly see as the spot darkens and glistens, a small trickle of pee streaming out of me, staining my pants further and causing a small puddle to begin pooling under my ass before i'm able to stop it.
the entire group laughs, and you press your hand to my wet crotch, rubbing me through the fabric. by now, the wetspot has doubled in size. "jesus christ, are you seriously pissing your pants? couldnt even tell us you were peeing, just sat there hoping we wouldnt notice you pissing in your pants like a fucking infant, huh?"
by now, my eyes are welling up with tears. its taking everything i have to clench my muscles enough to stop from completely soaking myself, and even then, small trickles keep escaping. "p-- please- i can't hold it anymore- please let me go i need to go to the bathroom-!!"
you feign thinking for a second, before you shake your head. your hand pulls away, and you stand back. "nah, see. pants-pissing babies like you don't get to use the big kid bathroom. maybe if you stayed dry like a fucking adult we'd let you. you know what un-pottytrained losers like you use, right? come on, ask for it properly, and maybe youll make it before you soak yourself."
by now, just hearing you talk about the bathroom has me trickling into my pants. i cant hold it. i know i cant hold it. im barely able to stop the slow, steady trickle for a second before it starts again. i hiccup as tears begin to fall, a brief, noisy gush spurting out of my pants as i do.
"p-- please! please let me go potty-!! i gotta- i gotta go- i cant hold it i cant im gonna pee myself im gonna have an accident-!"
i'm struggling against the groups grip, but it's no use. the slow trickle picks up in strength- a soft hiss coming from my pants as you snort mockingly.
"'gonna' have an accident? you already are. why the fuck would i take you anywhere when youre just gonna make a mess? get yourself under control and hold it."
i choke out another sob, and shake my head. my stream strengthens again, pooling and puddling under my ass. "i- i ca-an't-!! i'm- i'm- i can't stop it i'm peeing im havin' an accident-!!"
with that cry, the floodgates open. my muscles let go against my will, as i begin loudly gushing and hissing into my pants. quickly, the puddle trails off my chair, loudly splattering on the ground. as the puddle begins to spread, the group lets go of my limbs and steps away to avoid getting wet.
fruitlessly, i try to hold myself to stop my accident, but its fruitless. all i succeed in doing is spreading my accident further, as it spreads further into my pants, saturating my crotch, legs and ass completely.
it's a solid minute before my accident begins to slow, and finally, slowly, my bladder empties. im sobbing softly, sitting in a pool of my own making. every inch of my pants and a bit of my shirt is completely soaked.
before i have time to come to terms with my accident, you drag me over by the shirt to your chair, bending me over your lap. your hand grips my ass, rubbing it before lowering to my crotch, pressing my piss-stained pants against my clit
"god, you seriously pissed yourself like that? couldnt even hold it thirty goddamn minutes? if youre gonna piss yourself like a fucking toddler, you can be punished like one, too."
without even removing my soaked pants, you swiftly bring a hand down on my ass. i yelp in surprise, but you dont give me time to settle into it. you spank me hard and fast, as i cry and squirm and thrash.
midway through the spanking, i feel a pang in my bladder again. oh no.
"w-- wait- stop stop please i'm sorry i- ah! i still gotta pee i gotta pee wait waitwaitwait--"
my begging only spurs you on, as you begin to hit harder. my bladder begins to throb with each spank, and soon, throbs turn into large spurts. i cry, gripping your leg as my body trembles. i have no strength left in me to stop it as i have another accident, pissing all over my legs and over your lap.
you continue to spank me through my second accident- though this is much smaller than the first. you dont stop until im done peeing in my pants. im left crying and shaking, humiliated infront of all our friends.
"now get the fuck up. im gonna shower you, and then we're gonna stick you in a diaper, since i cant trust you not to piss all over my damn house. obviously, we're gonna have to re potty train you. and you better fucking hold it this time."
im too tired and humiliated to argue, and just nod. little do i know, you intend to do the exact opposite. this is just the first step in your plan to completely and utterly break my bladder.
My childhood aversion and shame around the topic of peeing and my general queer sexual repression fusing to give me the omorashi kink was frankly not what I ever expected but also what else was going to happen
Same - I don’t think I could have put it better myself. I had so much shame around just going to the bathroom as a child, especially having to ask during class. I would avoid peeing at school but was also terrified of having an accident. Then I found Omo when I was older and immediately loved it, especially watching other women desperate and wet :)
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