No, you can hold on. Cross your legs and squeeze your pussy lips together. You can keep it in.

I want you to hold it. I know you'll start to really, really want to let go. But don't. Keep it all inside.

It may start to ache, to even feel a little painful, but keep it in.

Finally, you'll stand there, bending foward, unable to even stand up straight, wearing your extremely short skirt, your skin tight jeans, your shorts, whatever it turns you on to wear.

Your bladder will feel like a rock in your abdomen. Every second will seem like ten minutes. But you'll hang on.

I'm watching you, I'll know if you start to wet.

God, your body looks sexy. From the corner of my eye I'm watching you sitting there. You're squirming, wiggling, clenching. It's white hot intensity like a hot coal. You need to pee and BAD.

The car turns into the driveway. We're home. Finally. Your eyes cross from the anguish.

We go inside, you're trying to make for the bathroom. But I'm pulling your arm, not letting you go there.

We stagger into the bedroom, you groaning, moaning. You need to piss so bad you'll do anything to get to let it out; to let just a little out.

I pull your clothes off. I undo the zipper, leave your panties still on, kiss your bare tummy, bulging just above the pelvic bone. You're moving involuntarily. Grinding. That pee is only about a milimeter away.

I push you back on the bed. I'm spreading your legs, bending over you. I push my tongue between your pussy lips.

It's incredibly intense, my mouth down there, your pussy about to explode, squeezing SOOOO hard because you know my
mouth is down there.

I reach up and begin gently but firmly pressing on your bladder. You moan. Loudly. I stroke your lower tummy again. It's like a branding iron. And you feel the first drops squeeze out. Moaning again. I press harder. You're moving, your pelvis bucking, clenching, and then more drops come out. You can feel them, even though you can't control them, you feel them. A sharp ectasy. No relief, just ectasy.

Then I'm entering you. You think you can't stand any more fullness. But then I'm on you and in you. Something hard pressing your bladder from the inside, something also pressing on your tummy. With my dick in there you feel trapped for a second, anxious, but then you feel that the pressure is stronger. And then it starts to happen.

I'm pulling out between strokes. Without the additional force closing off your pee hole you start to pee. You absolutely can't stop it, it's just coming. When I'm inside its blocked so it stops for a second. When I pull back and out, it's coming out.


Heh. Yeah, that's about how it would happen. I love this stuff. It excites me so much, and I can't understand why, and then I CAN understand why. It seems so natural and so intense but unless you've been there you probably wouldn't understand.