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paranoia paranoia everybody’s comin to get me

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I did a little sexy thing for thepureapp ❤️

Instagram: @consoroza

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its so important to always have sex before you pee

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training my pee shy puppy to loose bladder control when i say "wanna go outside?" 💦

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squirming with my legs together holding my morning pee as long as possible

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yesterday morning I pissed myself shortly after waking up / on the way to the bathroom if you could even say that, I barely made it out of bed before squirming and clenching for mayyyybe a minute and then just having an accident. but then when I was about to fall asleep I realized I’d only peed three times total that day. today again I pissed down my legs though not a complete accident immediately after getting out of bed, but only peed 5x…

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Dude why are my pockets so wet (figures out im currently peeing myself) Ohhhhhhhh

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You couldn’t watersport that out of me

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okay. the fuckijngg floors in my bedroom are getting. Warped. like, distorted and in some places buckling. from habitual, uh. puddle creating events in my life.

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i'd rather see 1000 graffiti penises than 1 product billboard. i'd live in dick city if it meant i could avoid advertisements in my daily life.

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making a kettle of tea to have the relaxing sounds of bubbling water making me shiver before I have one last bathroom break for the rest of the night/into tomorrow, depending on when my friend might respond to me

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car desperation but the driver isn't nice about it. maybe you held off asking because you knew they'd get annoyed, but you really are starting to doubt your ability to hold it. you're squeezing your thighs together because sneaking grabs at your crotch will alert them to your dilemma. but when you shift and feel a small dribble come out you can't take it anymore and tell the driver you need them to stop. “are you kidding me?” they glare at you. “you're just going to have to hold it, because I'm not stopping.” as soon as they direct their attention back to the road you put your hands between your legs. you try to think about anything but your need, but your bladder feels so stiff and you can feel pee right at the edge of your urethra. if you lose concentration for just one second you're going to make a mess. suddenly a car honks beside you and a jet of piss noisily comes out for a split second before you regain control. you whine and squirm back and forth, practically jumping up and down in your seat to stop it. “did you just piss on my seat?” the driver snaps at you. “I'm gonna pee myself!” you cry out, grabbing yourself so tightly it hurts. “no, you aren't!” the driver yells back. the raise in volume making your bladder spasm again, a little more pee comes out. “please, please, please...” you beg, you're so full and the warm wetness now pressed against your crotch is torture. a reminder asking you to just spread your legs and let more warmth gush out of your poor, abused bladder. “I'm pulling over." you hear the driver mumble furiously as they start switching over to the side of the road. you let one hand leave your crotch to grab the door handle- but it's too late. the anticipation of getting to pull over and the loss of pressure is too much. as they turn the engine off it only amplifies the sound of piss rushing out of you. the driver looks over to see a puddle forming in your seat, then spilling down to your feet. you moan in relief as your body completely relaxes. hearing the comment “are you pissing yourself? seriously, how old are you?” snaps you back to reality and you feel humiliation flood you. but it's not enough to stop you from purposely pushing out the last few spurts between your spread legs.

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okay. the fuckijngg floors in my bedroom are getting. Warped. like, distorted and in some places buckling. from habitual, uh. puddle creating events in my life.

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Person B knows how strict A is when it's about where they relieve themselves... Always making sure there's a bathroom beforehand going anywhere... But there was a huge issue that left them in the current situation: Between sobs and whines of frustration, person A is in a huge rush undoing their pants so they can urinate against a tree since they don't have another choice. B doesn't know what to say or do- is there anything that can make A feel better about this in the first place? They can't seem to look away even to save them the extra humiliation and-

Oh. They really were holding an ocean there.

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thinking about when i controlled my partner’s bladder in person and ….damn.

it started about mid-day i think; i was still at home, so over text. i told him when to start holding good and early so that when i’d get to his place that evening, he’d already be nice and desperate. we went back and forth all day texting, with me telling him to drink more water and reminding him how far away his relief was going to be, him updating me how bad it was getting with every hour. i got to his place maybe around seven that night, he’d been holding for a good four hours by then i think — he has a notoriously small bladder, which i tease him for often, so this was quite a feat already. once i got there, the real torment could start. he was already asking me for relief , while also being desperately horny for it. he was constantly kissing me, touching me, hoping maybe that would sway me to let him go. of course, that wasn’t happening.

about an hour later, i had to pee. i’d been drinking electrolytes for a while, which always go right through me. i told him multiple times that i was starting to feel an urge, though it wasn’t terrible, how good it was going to feel when i got to piss and he didn’t. it was driving him crazy. i enjoyed that for a bit while building up my own need. eventually, i told him to get in the bathtub, leaving on just his underwear. i stripped down and climbed on top of him. his dick was so hard with anticipation. he’d been begging me to pee on him for days. i straddled his lap, grinding on him a little just to tease him. Then right over his dick, i started pissing. i was so turned on, it took some effort to get going, but quickly i pissed all over his lap while he whimpered and clung onto me. i told him he better keep holding—though i was sure feeling my warm piss soaking into his underwear was making it so much worse. and it was. i told him to get up and rinse off. the water from the shower head was even more torture. for a second, his legs buckled and i was sure he was about to lose it. but instead, a huge drop of pre-cum dribbled out instead, sliding from the tip of his hard cock down his leg. i praised him for that; my pussy was throbbing.

i made him dry off and get redressed. i had him wearing gray sweatpants, obviously, so any leaks would be nice and obvious. we laid down in his bed, and i got on top of him again, kissing him hard and putting all my weight on his bladder. he kept squirming and groaning, struggling to even kiss me back while he was this desperate. it was so adorable. i kept this up for a while, and to my surprise, he still hadn’t leaked. at this point, it was far past how long he’d ever held before. we moved to the couch, along the way i forced him to fill up his water bottle so he could keep drinking. just the sound of the water from the rap rushing into the bottle had him pressing his legs together and begging me to let it end. of course i wasn’t going to. i reminded him, “you know i’m not going to let you piss voluntarily. you’re going to hold it until you absolutely can’t anymore.”

we sat back on the couch together, and i alternated climbing over him to press into his bladder with all my body weight, and sitting beside him stroking his dick through his pants. every once in a while, for good measure, i’d press down hard on his bladder with both hands and he’d cry out in pain. by this point, he was nearly beyond words. bordering delirious, he could barely put a sentence together. he was still trying to beg me to let him piss, but the question kept falling short as he could only laugh and grind his teeth. he finished another full water bottle. i was so impressed.

“do you want me to-to fill it up again?” he managed to ask. of course i did.

standing up from the couch almost pushed him over the edge as the gravity shift hit him. he had to stand still with his legs crossed to regain control before we could go back to the kitchen. but again, to my surprise, he made it. i praised him for how good he was being, and that had him even more whimpering and delirious. it was so deliciously pathetic, i was losing my mind. he filled up the bottle again, each painful second of the water flowing made him beg me more and more. when he straightened back up, even that slight shift had him falling apart. this is when he started to lose it.

he stood in the kitchen—and i say “stood” generously. he was constantly moving back and forth, alternating feet and crossing his legs over and over again while he told me he wasn’t going to last much longer. finally, to my absolute pleasure, a leak hit. it was enough to soak a little wet spot through the front of his pants. he begged harder—he couldn’t be still at all, and now that the first leak had come out, i knew there was no way he’d last much longer.

but still, i blocked the path to the bathroom. he begged more, and another spurt burst out. it slid down his leg, and though it was a faint enough stream to not show its path, i could see it darken the cuff of his pants around his ankle. i let him move to the bathroom, and he shuffled carefully along, leaking a bit more with every step.

“we may be in the tub now, but you better keep holding,” i told him as i pushed him against the wall of the bathtub. he groaned, falling back against the wall and barely able to hold himself up. i leaned my body fully into his, pressing on his bladder as i slid my leg between his.

his head fell onto my shoulder; his body was so run down he couldn’t support himself anymore. a bigger spurt jetted out, pouring directly onto my leg. he moaned and kept on begging. finally, right against his ear, i told him he could let go.

the floodgates opened immediately. he started pissing full force. the hot stream ran down both of our legs where i kept my thigh pressed between his. he must’ve pissed for a minute while he clung desperately to me, both arms hugged tight around me. i was the only thing holding him upright at this point; his legs were giving out beneath him, but i had him pinned to the wall firmly enough he couldn’t fall. once all the piss was drained from his body, he couldn’t stop thanking me. he was still completely delirious, but now from relief rather than desperation.

i gave him a minute to come back, just holding him like that while i savored the feeling of his soaked pants on my skin. when he was able to speak sentences again, he told me how orgasmic had felt to let go. he said it felt so good, he didn’t even need to come after that. we rinsed off, and i took him back to bed to cuddle and praise him for what a good boy he’d been for me.