How To Get Rid Of Shy Bladder の小説・ストーリー

Ken urged me. “The motion you make when you are stopping urine flow is the kegel, now you be doing that motion when not urinating, like, lets say, 100 per day and your vagina becomes strong, tight and sweet. You can also use a herbal ointment called femicare, apply in the vagina and the vaginal muscles gets stronger over time.” I told Ken who was as attentive as a nursery school student learning something new. “Damn! You are a sex teacher now.” Ken told me.

But sadly that wasn't a good plan, mommy and daddy both had their hands around me, I was trapped between them, when I tried to squirm out of their hold they both woke up. Daddy's hands were now directly on my bladder, he pulled me toward him adding pressure to my really full bladder, I tried to squirm out of his hands, but he wouldn't let me go. Few kisses landed on my face and I tried to push him away, I really need him to let me go now but sadly it was no use he kept his pressure on my bladder until I felt my diaper getting saggy with my own pee. I felt my eyes tear up and I started crying, they definitely knew what they were doing, daddy tried to shush me and tell me it's okay while I sta

It felt wonderful, but she really needed to pee. Sarah shivered as she disengaged from Frank's embrace. The sensation of that hard cock slowly pulling out of her sensitive pussy nearly made her come again. She only managed to hold back because she worried about losing control of her bladder. Sarah staggered into the bathroom and relieved herself. When she looked down into the toilet bowl, she could see Frank's creamy sperm swirling atop the water.

If only he knew what was going on beneath her rather severe skirt and blouse! Somehow Stacey kept her mind on her work, managing to complete the day with a minimum of mistakes. When she used the toilet she found that she could bend the wand away from her body. The phallus inside her exerted an inner pressure against her bladder, so that she had to urinate in a slow, steady stream. The accompanying tingle and sweet pulsing of her clitoris made even peeing a sensual act. She dabbed at herself with toilet tissue, cleaning herself carefully, hardly daring to brush against her ulitra-eroticised pudenda. If she was to make herself come, even inadvertently, she would have to confess the fact to Ros

Quicker I get this over and done with, the quicker I can get to bed and go to sleep, and he can shut up once and for all. It’s not easy to pee when your beloved is talking through the door at you trying to give direction and offer advice on balancing while peeing. I tell him to shut up and leave me to do it, almost urinating on my own hand in the process. I’m tired, still nauseous, and groggy brained. It’s almost dawn and I need to lay down.

Eve stood over her, watching with an irritated expression. "Servant Trish, if you've told me that you need to piss and it turns out you don't, I'll whip your ass, right here." Trish's knees started shaking. Some of the spectators laughed at her. The pressure was so unbearable that she would not have been able to stand up, even had Eve told her that she had relented and would look for a bathroom. Still, her fucking bladder wouldn't release.

She couldn’t get over her reluctance, yet the urge to pee kept challenging her bladder. What should I do now? she thought to herself. She stood awkwardly beside the log cabin, and she even thought that someone was passing by when she heard the rustles of the leaves in the wind. As a civilized person, she couldn’t do such a vulgar thing. She felt as though there were two people fighting in her head.

She poured a glass of orange juice and turned to the cup board to reach for her pills: birth control pills. After agreeing to Shane's plan and arrangement, he had Shyra go to a Gynecologist for contraceptives. On the later year, Shane plans on getting her a coil so she won't have to take pills anymore. Swallowing the pills, she takes a big gulp from her glass and strolls over to the TV. Today is Monday, his

My bladder suddenly fills up and the urge to find the closest restroom and pee becomes overwhelming. I wish I hadn’t come home.

he pressed, his fingers escalating their assault-the side of his fingertip now scraped ruthlessly over the hyper-sensitive area beneath my urethra, already swollen from relentless stimulation. The sharp sting, combined with the vibrations and the unbearable pressure, sent sensations spiraling into chaos. "Ahhh! I... I'm gonna pee! Stop! Stop it!" I shrieked, thrashing like a fish out of water as tears blurred my vision. This was pure, primal loss of control-a horrifying mix of overwhelming shame and some twisted, perverse thrill from being pushed beyond my limits. "Good." Sebastian's voice carried a hint of approval, yet his actions grew even more merciless. Instead of relenting, he pressed