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[leakingangel]

Taking someone who's absolutely desperate to pee and fingering their cunt/hole, hooking your fingers to pound against their bladder from the inside, using your other hand to press flat down against their bladder bulge from the outside, compressing it from both directions like it's a squeeze toy while you force the pee right out of them

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thinking about making a sub drink water over and over under the guise of just making sure they're hydrated but actually I'm going to make them kneel in front of me while they beg to go pee and I make them suck my cock until they piss themselves

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someone desperate in tight pants. every time they shift and roll their hips forward forward, the inseam digs into their pussy, right over their clit, making them more and more turned on as they get more and more desperate and keep wiggling, keep pressing forward, rocking, hiking up their pants further if it even possible. soon enough, they’re not just grinding to hold it, but because the knot of their pant’s crotch is rubbing just right on their swollen clit, and they can’t get enough. they pulse and rut harder, feeling their underwear dampen. the pressure is both the only thing holding the flood back in, but also what’s threatening their ability to hold, as every jolt of pleasure sends their muscles spasming and ever closer to giving in.

[leakingangel]

you know how sometimes when ur holding for a really long time and are super desperate, you finally pee but then you're already desperate again 20 minutes later? okay so. this scenario but ROADTRIP OMO!

character a already is so embarrassed b saw them so desperate and it was such a close call, they can't ask to pull over AGAIN especially when they just went!

[leakingangel]

Do you like the idea of being pissed inside of while a guy fucks you then cums inside of you. All while he stays in your pussy?

God yes I wanna be used like a toilet and filled up with cum and piss, it's even hotter for me to just be a free use toilet for someone and even his friends, like I'm just a normal person until he needs to pee them he just takes my panties off and pisses inside casually, like I'm nothing more to him then a toilet no matter how weird or good it feels to me and no matter how much I struggle

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Imagine being made to sit on the toilet, absolutely full and bursting, struggling not to let a single drop out. You're squirming, shifting, struggling, a sheen of sweat forming on your forehead from your efforts.

You're finally told you can let go. Except, the permission is conditional.

You can pee, as long as it's inaudible.

The full force of your stream would surely splatter in the toilet bowl, the water splashing as it becomes clouded with yellow. But you're only allowed to let out the bare minimum, a mere sliver of connected droplets that tinkle against the porcelain if you listen close enough. A slow, agonizing relief, if you can even call it that.

It takes immense concentration to pull off. To let out a continuous trickle at a snail's pace. Getting fully empty could take an eternity.

If the flow stutters for more than five seconds or you cut it off entirely, your pissing privileges are revoked for the next two hours.

If the floodgates widen, a loud hiss announcing your body's betrayal, your failure to comply, to control yourself, well. Your eagerness just cost you your next bathroom break. Let's just hope you can handle drinking much more than usual to compensate for your disobedience. A speedy release deserves a speedy refill, no?

Your fingers dig into your quaking thighs as you contemplate your options. Are you up for the challenge? Or can you keep holding it?

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Thinking about making a sub cockwarm with a full bladder. They're allowed to squirm, but no leaking. At first it's easy, they're desperate to pee but squirming and grinding on my cock feels so good and it helps with the desperation. But eventually they're close to cumming, and they can't bear to hold still anymore. They know if they cum, it's game over. But they can't stop squirming, they're twitching around my cock, my hands are pressing against their bladder. I'm whispering "just a little longer, cocksleve. You feel so good. Just a little longer." It's always just a little longer, I always need them to fail and cum and gush on my lap when permission is just moments away.

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I want my boyfriend to use a vibrator to pound my gspot and another on my clit while I'm desperate to pee. All the feelings coming from everywhere around my pee hole and bladder making it want to burst. My pee hole would tingle and quiver and dribble all over the place, starting to let our big hissy spurts as I get closer to orgasming

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“that’s it, let it all out” when they start pissing themselves while getting pounded into

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I wanna plug someone's bladder so they can only go when I let them :3

[leakingangel]

Take me to a concert while I'm holding and piss down my throat the whole night. Touch me and tease me while I writhe around desperately. Remind me how many times you'll hit me if I wet without permission.

Push on my bulging bladder with your fingers until I cry. Then relieve yourself down my throat and feel me tighten up and gag as I struggle to take it all without spitting or spilling it. Mock me for how thirsty I am as you force me to drink beer after beer with you.

When it starts getting late, punch me hard in the bladder while you tell me I better not leak. Then call me a dumb bitch who can't take directions when I have no choice but to let it all out in the middle of the crowd. Remind me that I deserve whatever happens once we get home for being so gross as its gushing out of me uncontrollably.

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self watering 🌿

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Snippet #15

I danced from foot to foot and snatched the next empty hanger off the closet rod. Three shirts left to hang. Then at least I could sit and press my heel up into my crotch to help ease the pressure while I folded my socks.

Gotta pee gotta pee gotta peeee, I thought, bringing my legs together and bobbing up and down a couple of times before going back to my nearly-incessant shifting from one foot to the other. By the time I got the shirt straight on the hanger, my hand was trembling so much it took a few tries to get the hanger back onto the rod. To make things worse, the next hanger got stuck coming off, and I bent it a little from tugging on it too hard in my desperation to get it free.

I fumbled with the next shirt and dropped it on the floor. Bending over to pick it up increased the pressure so much I almost dropped the hanger too; as it was I had to quickly stuff my hand between my legs to keep myself from leaking.

Oh god, that was close.

Fortunately, hanging this shirt and the last one went smoothly. I crossed my legs and squeezed them together as hard as I could, then dropped to my knees and pressed my heel right where I needed it the most.

“Ohhh…” Even that tiny bit of relief felt so, so good.

I rushed through the socks, only folding each pair rather than rolling them up like I would normally. Rocking on my heel, I dumped all of them into the open drawer below my shirts and shoved it closed.

Now to stand up. Ohh, I have to pee so bad…

My muscles trembled in the brief second when I switched from my heel to my hands. Somehow I managed to hobble out of the small walk-in closet and over to the nightstand by my bed without feeling like I was about to leak.

Please, please, I thought, my gaze fixed on the shallow bowl of folded papers sitting on the nightstand.

Letting go with one hand made my bladder spasm, even though the other was still in place, helping my tired muscles to hold on. I picked up one of the papers and shook it to unfold it, praying it was the one that would finally let me have my relief.

I moaned softly when I read it: Water all the plants on the balcony.

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10 skipping/delaying your morning pee scenarios:

You wake up a little late and realize that the landlord has already let the repairmen into your only bathroom to work on the toilet. You potty dance while you try to pull on some clothes so you can get to the nearest public restroom. Maybe you're in a big city and it's a 10-minute walk, which has never seemed so far away as it does while every step jostles your overfull bladder. Or maybe you're in a rural town where the closest public restroom is a twenty-minute drive, so you're driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other shoved between your legs. Either way, when you finally get there, there are already two people ahead of you in line. You cross your legs tightly and try to wait.

You're not allowed to have your morning pee until you complete a chore list--you have to earn it. It's usually okay, except when you drink a little too much the night before and wake up bursting. The worst days are when you have to wash the dishes, the hot water running over your hands, trickling into the sink, making little drops escape between your legs. Sometimes you have to stand in front of the toilet and open the lid to clean it while you're still not allowed to use it yet, your bladder spasming at the proximity.

You live in a dorm building where one of the bathrooms is out-of-order, and someone has been in the other one long enough that a line of desperate people are starting to accumulate, all waiting to let their morning pee out. All you can do is join the line and try not to embarrass yourself in front of all of your peers. Everyone is trying to pretend they're not as desperate as they are, but every so often someone inhales sharply or presses their thighs together as a strong wave hits.

You're pee-shy, and your bathroom is in the main hallway of your house. Today, your partner/roommate/family member has friends over, and they're all standing right in front of the bathroom door, just chatting and hanging out. You start to have to go so badly that you actually do try, but no matter how much your bladder is aching, it won't release with everyone right on the other side of the door. You have to go back to your room still desperate, willing them to go away. And now, even if you think you really are going to burst, it'll look weird if you rush back to the bathroom, because they all think you just went.

Your partner/lover initiates morning sex right when you wake up. You don't want to kill the mood by admitting that you really need the bathroom first, so you just try to hold it, whimpering every time they accidentally press against your bulging bladder, knowing they think it's just because you're turned on.

You have an early-morning appointment that requires a full bladder (like an ultrasound or a pee test), so you figure you'll just skip your morning pee to ensure your bladder is full. But you may have underestimated just how full. By the time you get there, you're about to wet yourself, but it's too late to let it out and try to refill it now.

Your alarm doesn't go off, and by the time you wake up, you realize you have to be signed in to a very important Zoom meeting in less than two minutes. You throw on a shirt and comb your hair, but there's no time to use the bathroom first. The whole meeting, you fight to keep your upper body still and your face impassive as, out of view of the camera, you're desperately grabbing your crotch and starting to leak.

You're sleeping over at a rich friends' mansion that they share with family. They fall asleep first, and just a little bit too late, you realize you have no idea where the bathroom is. You're too anxious to wake them up and too embarrassed to wander the house, so you decide to just hold it and go to sleep. Which is an okay plan--you don't really have to go that badly--except that when you wake up, you're absolutely desperate, and they're still sound asleep.

You're having a dream that your bladder has stretched to the size of a watermelon. You're frantic to pee, but every time you think you've found a place to let go, there's some reason why you can't. Just as you finally sit down on the toilet in your dream, you wake up more desperate than you've ever been, both hands holding yourself, legs crossed around them, literally seconds from flooding your sheets. You panic as you realize that you don't think you can stand up and get to the bathroom without it all coming out, but you don't know what else to do, so you just lie there, bursting, not daring to move, as you try to find an impossible solution.

You and your partner are both into omorashi, and they have to work Monday morning, but you don't. When you wake up to the sound of them getting ready for the day, you realize you've been tied to the bed. "I'll come home at lunchtime to check on you," they grin. You're already starting to squirm. your bladder way too used to getting to empty right after waking up, not understanding why it suddenly can't. By the time they come back at lunch, it's been 14 hours since you last peed, and you don't know how much longer your tired muscles can hold it in.

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I love a full bladder as much as the next bimbo, but when all the piss is all sitting at the urethra!????? Trying to push it's way out without feeling in your bladder!? 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

Yeah that

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how'd the hold go?

somehow i made it the the night without wetting myself or the bed but it was sooo hard i barely got any sleep 😖 but! i did it, a full 24 hours without emptying my bladder completely. and as promised, here’s me finally letting it all out 🥴

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edging someone who has to piss and when you get them right to the edge and stop they're straining so hard to try and cum that they piss themselves instead