back on my bullshit ig

peeing that leads to sex -> eh don't care. will read just the pee part and skim past the sex

Desperately pushing their hips forward, seeking friction and pressure on their crotch with every movement

Arching their back and groaning as their belt digs into their stomach and the front of their pants presses tight on them

Grinding on anything, a chair, a table corner, a pillow, towel, bunched up blanket, their own hand,,

When they grab themselves and the relief it brings feeling as good as grabbing their cock after being denied another kind of relief

Crossing and uncrossing their legs fanning their knees

A cock that jumps and twitches as urges become stronger and stronger, straining against their trousers. tdick pressing into tight underwear. cunt involuntarily clenching, throbbing.

Heavy breathing and panting

Moaning

when they just can’t hold back their voice, their noises and maybe even a half muttered monologue about how desperate they are.

Their body acting on its own, their back arching, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open

“I need to …” “I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna,”

“It’s coming out”

“I can’t hold it any longer”

“oh god, I’m gonna ruin these pants”

A tiny wet spot at the tip/between their legs, not unlike precum

“It’s wet” “I’m wet”

when they get more and more erratic, energetic, and loud as they near their limit, someone with usually good composure desperately humping a pillow tight between their legs, focused on nothing hut the imminent relief

stroking their dick with urgency, or rubbing their clit, as they try to hold back the flood

and then, at last, their bladder gives up an so does their body. they tense, twitch, moaning as warmth spreads in their pants.

night off

they/she

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who don’t have “pink” nipples or “pink” pussies or skin that “blushes bright red”

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who struggled to find people who actually look like them in majority of lesbian porn yet see endless representation of skinny white femmes

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who feel like their physical attributes don’t 'look feminine enough' to be femme

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who carry their cultural beauty standards with pride even when they’re not seen as “traditionally” femme

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who worry about whether their crushes actually like people who 'look like them'

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who feel erased because “femme” gets treated as a look instead of an identity

Never fat femmes, fat black femmes, Asian femmes, south Asian femmes etc

this has been sitting in my ask for literal months, bc i’ve been waiting to answer it when i was doing a hold.

so let’s see. my *ultimate* fantasy. i’ve talked about it a bit, but i think having a full time dom (ideally also my romantic partner) that controls my bladder (and other dom things) is really just. it for me. i know that sounds so basic maybe, but that’s the dream. a consistent person that controls me. who takes care of me. because it’s not just about the holding. it’s about the control.

they don’t just tell me when not to pee, but when to pee. most mornings we wake up and even if i am horny and want to hold, they make me go, because it’s healthy. they remind me to drink water consistently throughout the day, just for health reasons. they know my body so intimately that they know i need to pee before i even think of asking to go, and tell me to. even when we aren’t together, they text me reminders. i need to send proof of the water drinking periodically, probably, because im just so forgetful with it.

this makes holds even more difficult. i’m well hydrated, and my body is probably on such a schedule thanks my my dom’s reminders. that can mean that waiting even a half an hour longer than usual has me squirming - which probably happens not even because the tell me to hold, but just naturally. i’m out on an errand or something, or at work and can’t get away immediately.

and i always need permission. always. if im going but they haven’t told me to, i need to ask and wait for an answer. even when we aren’t together. if i go without permission, i get punished (in a fun, sexy way. taking away orgasms or something. i’m not really into actual punishments). and i’d never risk wetting myself in public, so ill always choose a punishment over that. i could choose not to tell them about it, but they’ll usually figure it out somehow, and then the punishment is worse.

when they actually make me hold, it’s intense. they’ll just stop reminding me to go to the bathroom. when i get up and ask to go on my own, im denied.

or maybe it starts differently. maybe around the time they usually tell me to go, they instead come over and start kissing me. touching me. any need i feel is forgotten as we head to the bedroom instead.

they tie me up, maybe. bind my hands, then have me raise them above my head and lay like that on the bed. then they spread my legs and play with me. i feel a tongue, and that’s when my body lets me know i missed a pee break. i’d clench my muscles and whimper. “wait, wait. i need to pee.”

they’d smirk up at me, then just keep going. of course, i catch on then. that was their plan. so i struggle and hang on and it makes everything so much more intense and it feels so good but i can’t relax because if i do, i’ll absolutely soak the bed.

eventually i start begging. i tell them i can’t hold on if they keep going.

they pull away. “you’re only a little bit past your time. you can wait.”

“i can’t,” i insist, “not with your mouth on me. please.”

“fine”

and they pull away completely, but don’t do anything else. don’t unbind my hands, or help me up to go to the bathroom. i try to sit up, but they stop me with a hand on my belly, which only makes holding harder. i whine.

“i didn’t say you could get up. i want you here, like this, whether im playing with you or not.”

this is worse, somehow. it’s just me and the cold air and my insistent bladder. eventually i leak, and whimper and start begging again.

they put their mouth back on me and i don’t last much longer, either way.

or maybe it’s not like that. maybe they tie me up, clothed, and just watch as i squirm and beg until i wet myself.

there are sooo many ways, and i want them all. in this fantasy, i could have them.

“Open for me, Princess”

I open my mouth while staring into her pretty eyes.