Bursting To Pee Novels & Stories

I usually feel these mild, irregular contractions as a slight tightness in my abdomen. I've also experienced backaches and shortness of breath. I've also experienced heartburns on a few occasions but the most annoying symptom I'd give anything to stop is my frequent urination. My bladder feels like a leaking tank and I can't hold any pee in. I've unknowingly peed myself on a few occasions but it's lucky that no one has ever found out. I'd honestly die of shame if they did.

I had touched myself a lot of times, and Zach had fingered me before, but I never felt this force in my navel as if I would explode from something. “It’s not pee, baby… Let it go.” He was growling, eyes dilating before he devoured my pussy again. I trembled, and I was struggling to hold my balance. Another orgasm rippled through my body, and with Zach not stopping from sucking and finger-fucking me, the pee that I felt finally came out. “Zach!” I moaned at the exact time he withdrew his face and fingers from my core, and a thin jet-like liquid squirted out of me—directly on his face.

I yelled at him before I ran in the right direction where the women's CR was. When I entered the bathroom, I immediately sat on the toilet bowl to pee. But because of the extreme annoyance I feeling, my urine seemed to shrink because I was so annoyed with Alex. No urine came out. But after a minute, it finally out and I was able to get rid of the pain in my bladder.

Need, if you haven't already. I had to pee so badly, I thought I would explode. I was alone in my bed, but the memories of the previous evening, and that morning, were more vivid then most of my waking moments. I rushed to the bathroom, and struggled to start my stream. I had to pee so bad I couldn't, and finally with a sigh, I managed to start, and finally felt the release my bladder so badly craved.

Then suddenly— A sharp pressure hits my bladder. My breath catches. No… no, not now. I squeeze my thighs together instinctively, curling in tighter as panic rushes through me again. My toes curl against the mattress as I try to hold it in, my whole body tightening with the effort. The pressure grows quickly. Too quickly. “Wait—” I whisper to myself, my voice trembling. My body isn’t listening. Something inside me feels wrong… disconnected, like I’ve lost control over things that should be simple. My breathing becomes shallow as I fight the urge, my muscles trembling.

My body hurts when the urge to urinate makes me wake up. I get up as best I can, while my canal burns as if so much friction has lacerated my insides. As best I can, I grab onto the things near me, while jumping on my foot, to get to the bathroom quickly. When I get there and release all the contained liquid, I stay wetting my face so I can fully wake up. I was happy, it felt really good to have been loved in deeds and words. The only bad thing was that we did not know how to contain ourselves and therefore, the basket in the bathroom, had several used condoms, which made me find the cause of my pain.

I never welcomed a morning like this before, and fuck it felt good. And as much as I wanted to stay in bed, my buddy wanted a quick bathroom tour, I tried slipping out of her hold but she didn't move instead her hold tightened around me, I released a breath and close my eyes, now what, I can't go back to sleep and if I move on more time then she'll definitely wake up. I tried crossing my legs and pressing weight on my member to stop the urge to peeing, I need to close my eyes and divert my attention, think of something else and forget about peeing, I'll do it after she wakes up or when she moves from the top of me.

After getting pregnant, I felt the urge to pee more often and it was uncomfortable holding it in. But I wanted him to sleep a little longer. I knew he was a light sleeper, and if I moved even slightly, he would wake up. I started feeling like I couldn't hold it in any longer. I moved slightly, and sure enough, he immediately opened his eyes, groggily asking, "What's wrong?" I quickly rolled out of bed. "My bladder is about to burst.” Then I rushed into the bathroom, relieved myself, and leisurely returned. He had fully woken up by now and was smiling like a demon. He stretched out his hand toward me, and I returned to bed.

My back arched against the wall as shivers flowed like a stream down my spine. The sensation from my bladder became intense as I had no control over it. I was going to pee. I was definitely going to pee. I would pee on Nicholas's face. My mind was fogging as I couldn't think straight. I understood that peeing on him wouldn't be the best of options, but I didn't want him to stop either. I was pulling away slowly but to no avail; my breathing became ragged as I pleaded for my release; my legs shuddered on their accord.

I try to speak, but the sound only resounds in my head. As my eyes open, I pull on the feeling once more, gazing into the darkness as I peer out the window, watching the moonlight illuminating everything around me. I did it. I’m really here. Now that I’m back, I really need to pee. Oh goddess, I look towards the bathroom door at the other end of the bedroom. It may only be a few meters away, but for how desperate I’m feeling, it looks like miles. The pain becomes unbearable. It feels like my bladder is about to burst. I shuffle on the bed, my limbs heavy and dragging with my movements like I haven’t moved them in ages. I probably haven’t in fairness.