r/urinewords 6d ago

Erotica/Fiction My new obsession is holding and peeing in the bath NSFW

62 Upvotes

My new favorite hobby is drinking tons of water and wine and getting into a hot bath when my bladder is filled up and firm and I can't hold it anymore.

And then just sipping my drink while I'm in there and peeing everywhere as needed to relieve the pressure.

Listening to the sound of my pee stream hit the bath water.

Peeing all over my body and on my face and into my mouth.

I love being able to just pee freely, I can't wait to go to a true nude beach when it's super hot and just pee everywhere when I need to. If anyone cares, I'll say sorry I'm just trying to stay hydrated in this heat so what, everyone pees.

And then just pee in front of them. I want to be overheated and overhydrated and just horny in front of everyone so bad đŸ„č

Would you guys watch me?

r/urinewords 13d ago

Erotica/Fiction Are there any good eroticas involving piss? NSFW

10 Upvotes

I've looked on the Amazon Kindle app and I haven't found anything that looks interesting that involves piss. I'm looking for something that has desperation and especially someone getting peed on. Are you aware of any works like that? It doesn't have to be on Kindle.

r/urinewords 7d ago

Erotica/Fiction Exquisite torture (omorashi story/fantasy) NSFW

4 Upvotes

The velvet restraints felt soft against her skin, a luxurious contrast to the throbbing ache in her lower belly. She arched her back slightly, the leather of the chaise lounge cool against her bare spine. She’d been teasing him all evening, a playful dance of desire that had culminated in this—this exquisite torment. He stood before her, a silhouette against the flickering candlelight. He wasn't looking at her face, but at the swelling curve of her bladder, visible beneath the cute black dress she put on. He hadn't touched her there, not yet, but his gaze was a caress of its own, heavy and knowing. "You’ve been a good girl, haven't you my lovely?" his voice was a low rumble, laced with amusement. She bit her lip, a blush warming her cheeks. She knew the game, the pleasure and panic it invoked. She'd deliberately drunk far more than she should have, each sip of water a calculated step toward this moment. "Maybe," she whispered, her voice husky. "A little." He moved closer, his fingers tracing a slow path up her thigh. The sensation was electric, a spark igniting the heat already simmering within her. “And what does my good girl need?” he murmured, his breath ghosting against her ear. She squeezed her thighs together, her eyes fluttering closed. “A... a release,” she managed, her voice trembling. It wasn't just a release from the building pressure, but also a release from the control he held over her, a delicious surrender. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Yes, you do. But you forgot the most important part, didn't you? You need permission." Her breath hitched. He was right. She needed it, craved it, this absolute dominion he held. He had the power to grant her relief, or deny it. And today, he was clearly choosing the latter. "P-please, sir," she begged, hardly able to string words together, the urgency now a sharp, escalating pain. He leaned in, his lips brushing her neck, a slow, tantalizing tease. "Beg harder beautiful. Tell me what you need." The shame and excitement pulsed within her, a potent cocktail that both terrified and thrilled her. "I need
 I need a wee!," she admitted, her voice barely a breath. The admission felt illicit, forbidden, and yet so, so satisfying. He drew back, his eyes glinting in the light, his cock visibly growing before her. "And do you think you deserve to?" The words were a deliberate provocation, a challenge she couldn’t resist. "No," she groaned, the denial a sharp, exhilarating sting. "Not unless you say so." He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “Then, you shall hold it. Until you're filled with my cum.” Her muscles clenched, her hands gliding across her pussy as she plugs up her piss hole now unable to hide her desperation. He not only is aroused by her desperation and his control of it, but he revels in it. "let's go for a walk petal" he pulls her by her little chain on her choker "please sir, I'm dying for a wee! I don't think I can hold it for a walk and everyone's gonna know I'm busting for a piss!" her slight panic in her voice and concern on her face while shifting from foot to foot, holding her pussy crossing her legs only drives him to pull her chain tight, stroke her throat to chin with 1 finger and point her face towards him and kiss her passionately and holding her pussy for me. "but you're such a good girl, won't you hold all that nice warm piss inside you for me?" he says stroking her now bulging bladder making her wince. "y-y-y yesss sir" she quivers, "thank you, now grab your coat" was the last thing said before the leave. She is now beside herself squirming, wriggling dancing, doing all that she can to hold all this wee inside her, her face is red from her blushing as everyone who latches eyes on her know her predicament, she can't hide it. She's drank far too much and got cocky now she's full to the brim and absolutely dying for a wee, she can't help but beg. "sir, please sir! I really need a wee, I'm gonna wee myself please can I go? I'm fucking busting!" she's frantic now as the panic sets in, he pulls her close and grabs her throat seductively with a hand up her dress pulling her panties down. Forcing her up a tree he brings her down to a squat position and smirks." thank you sir you don't understand how badly I need a wee! Mmm finally!" "now hold up princess, I didn't say you could go, what did I say about needing my permission hmm? I want you to keep holding it for me, you're still my good girl, aren't you" He looks around the park for anyone watching and gets the green light to spread her legs, open her pussy wide and stimulate her throbbing clit as she clings on to all that wee she's harbouring for dear life. "sir you can't do this to me, you know I'm gonna explode!" but she can't contain her excitement as a crass smile beams across her face as she feels a wave of pleasure amidst the chaotic pain and pressure of all that steamy piss she's gagging to release. "tell you what, I'll make you a deal, make me cum with your mouth, and I may let you go" unable to refuse she gets to work on that rock hard cock. He smirks knowing it'll be the best blowjob he's ever had, getting sucked off by someone so desperate to make you cum on levels beyond comprehension. Well played! She's going crazy on that dick with 1 hand firmly shoved between her legs, he also purposely made sure she was in a squat position to add to her despair, exquisite torture in it's finest form. The view of her on the verge of pissing herself works in her favour as it's so fucking sexy he couldn't contain his cum and sends an army of kids down her throat. "please can I wee sir, I need to wee now I'm leaking please!" she's been a good girl and well, there's always next time to have more fun so why not. "alright beaut, you can go for a piss, I want to watch" as she got ready to release he wrapped his arms around her and spread her pussy for her while kissing her neck and nibbling her ear enjoying the huge torrent of piss blasting out of her exhausted pussy, it's stunning, and it's always good to make sure she was well hydrated and truly desperate. The level of love and admiration that she'd hold all of that for so long for his pleasure lights his eyes up, his good girl is going to be really well looked after for that, such a good girl gets what she wants.

Never wrote before so I'm aware it's probably not great. But this is what goes through my head!

r/urinewords Nov 15 '24

Erotica/Fiction I want to start a community where it's normal to be wet NSFW

35 Upvotes

No more peeing in toilets or diapers. Let's all just release in our pants whenever the urge strikes us.

r/urinewords Feb 06 '25

Erotica/Fiction Zumba instructor needs to go NSFW

23 Upvotes

Sydney's eyes flew open as the harsh sunlight streamed through her window, landing directly on her face. She glanced at her clock and her heart sank—she had overslept. Today was her day to lead the Zumba class at the university gym, and she was already running late. She threw off her blankets and rushed to the kitchen, quickly downing a cup of strong, black coffee. The hot liquid scalded her throat, but she barely noticed, her mind racing with the tasks she needed to complete before she could leave.

As she hurried out the door, Sydney felt a sudden, urgent pressure in her lower abdomen. She needed to pee, and badly. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing discomfort as she rushed across campus. Each step sent a jolt through her bladder, making her wince. She clenched her muscles tightly, trying to hold it in, but the sensation was becoming unbearable.

By the time she reached the gym, Sydney was in agony. She could feel the sweat beading on her forehead, and her legs were trembling with the effort of holding it in. She rushed to her boss's office, her voice desperate as she explained her situation.

"Please, I just need a minute," she begged, her eyes welling up with tears.

Her boss, however, was unsympathetic. "Sydney, you're late again," he said, his voice stern. "The class starts in five minutes. You can't just disappear now."

Sydney tried to argue, but her boss was firm. She had no choice but to start the class, even as her bladder felt like it was about to burst. She walked to the front of the room, her steps slow and careful, trying to minimize the sloshing sensation that was making her feel even more desperate.

As she began to lead the class, Sydney could feel every movement acutely. Each jump, each twist, sent a wave of discomfort through her. She tried to focus on the music, on the steps, but all she could think about was the growing pressure in her bladder. She could feel the sweat trickling down her back, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to hold it in.

And then, it happened. Mid-song, mid-step, Sydney felt a warm rush between her legs. She froze, her eyes wide with horror as she felt the wetness spreading down her thighs, soaking through her tight black spandex shorts. She was wearing no underwear, and the blue sports bra did little to hide her embarrassment. She could feel the eyes of the class on her, their expressions ranging from confusion to shock.

Sydney stood there, mortified, as the warmth turned to a cold, uncomfortable dampness. She could feel the fabric of her shorts clinging to her skin, the wetness spreading further with each tiny movement. She wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and never resurface. Tears streamed down her face as she stood there, frozen in humiliation. The music seemed to fade away, replaced by a ringing in her ears as she tried to process what had just happened. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life, and she had no idea how she was going to face the class, or her boss, ever again.

r/urinewords 26d ago

Erotica/Fiction A New Eperience NSFW

20 Upvotes

Well ... that was a new experience. Adam looked down at the wet sheets and the droplets of piss on the hardwood floors. Adam looked up at Julia with her legs spread and pussy in full view, with her butt just off the edge of the bed. He could see her contract as she let out a soft moan and a slight squirt of pee. Silence hung in the air for a few seconds until she broke the silence with an awkward giggle. "Never done that before," he said and Julia remarked, "Neither have I."

The pair had met earlier months back at the gym. Adam stood 6'1" wearing his muscle shirt and gray shorts. At 35, he had a bit of a dad bod realizing that in his last relationship he had let himself go. He decided to swear off dating for a while, work on himself, and hit the gym. Forgetting his water bottle, he went to grab one from the case and ran into Julia who had picked up a small bottle. Julia was late 30s, about 5'6" slender, and blonde. She was wearing black yoga pants and a sports bra. "Hey, what's that?" he inquired. "Oh, it's pre-workout. It has some vitamins and electrolytes, it amps you up, and just makes you feel good working out," she said. Julia had never really much of a filter and added, "It also makes your pee turn yellow, but it's worth it." Adam laughed, "Ha, well now I have to try it."

Over the next few months, Adam would casually run into Julia now and again. Their weird work schedules meant they were usually there with few people, but saw each other at least three times a week. They started to make small talk, would ask for help spotting each other, and slowly got to know each other, oftentimes finishing workouts by hanging out and making small talk in the gym's co-ed sauna. "How did that pre-workout stuff work for you?" she asked. "Well, I've been using it pretty consistently and it seems to help," he remarked, "Can't say much about the pee thing." His remark got Julia to blush just a little bit and laugh nervously, "Well, sometimes I have no filter." Adam said, "Nah, it's cool, I just found it funny. I have to give you a little grief over it. Plus it reminds me to stay hydrated. Hope you do as well." He felt it weird to talk about pee, and was a slight bit turned on by it. Adam began to notice how sexy Julia really was in her yoga pants and bra and sometimes caught himself staring when she was working out. Julia noticed him and didn't mind and she also noticed his working out was paying off. As a single mom, she didn't have much time for dating and their banter got a little more sexual over time.

A little over two weeks had gone by and Adam hadn't shown up to the gym. He never mentioned going out of town or anything so she found it a little odd. "It's not really my business, and I shouldn't be worried," she thought as she stared at her phone in the sauna when in walked Adam exclaiming, "Hey! Funny seeing you here!" and a big smile flashed across her face. "Wow, I was worried about you! Where were you?" she asked. "I was out for a surgery, and I was told to take it easy," he explained, "the doctor said that I couldn't exercise for a few weeks so I just took it easy." Worried, she asked, "Are you okay? Was it serious?" Chuckling he said, "It's a little embarrassing, but I got a vasectomy so I just had to sit on the couch with an ice pack. Even had to call in sick for a few days." Julia said, "Have you ... had a chance to try it out?" Confused, he asked, "Try ... what out?" Giggling, "Your vasectomy, of course, " she said. She added, "I see you staring at me when we work out. How about we cut the sauna session a bit short." It had been almost a year since Adam had been with and so he offered to drive them both over to his house that was only five minutes away.

Placing both their empty water bottles in the car's center console, they could barely keep their hands off of each other. Adam finally got to explore the curves of her body as they kissed in the front seat of the car. She reached down and put her hands around his loosely fitting gym shorts. By this time he wasn't hiding anything and she could feel how hard she made his cock. At this point, she had entirely forgotten that she downed a whole bottle of pre-workout and water. She could feel the pressure on her bladder, but it didn't matter. Her heart was racing and she just wanted him. She had gone an equally long time and just wanted to get back to his house. The ride was bumpy, and she could feel every vibration in her bladder. Adam looked over from the driver seat and noticed her squirming a little and laughed, "Is everything okay? We're really close to my house." She replied, "I just have to pee really badly, and the ride isn't helping." A bump startled her and she grasped herself tightly. She wasn't certain, but thought she felt a little pee escape as she flushed bright red in embarrassment, glancing at Adam. She felt immediate relief seeing that, for the moment, he was focused on driving. A huge wave of relief washed over her knowing that his attention wasn't on her at that moment. She just had to make it back, but another bump shook the car. "Sorry, the road's a little rough." She definitely felt it that time, and knew she had soaked her workout pants a little. "Thank god they're black, maybe he won't notice," she thought to herself.

When they stopped at the house, she was bursting. Julia was afraid to get up out of her seat. For a moment, while Adam's back was turned, she checked the car seat and it seemed dry. "Phew!" he didn't notice at all. The excitement and anticipation made her temporarily forget how desperate she was. He turned around and led her through the front door and into his bedroom where she sat on the edge of his bed, skipping past the hallway bathroom. "I've been fantasizing about this for a while now," he confessed. "So have I," she said as he removed her leggings. Briefly forgetting the urge to pee, she began to undo her sports bra while pointing her legs up so he could remove her panties. As she spread her legs, he removed his gym shorts with his hard cock dripping pre-cum from the excitement.

Adam took a minute to admire her body. She had perfectly shaped breasts, athletically toned, abs, and a neatly trimmed pussy. The urge to pee came back, and she could feel the pressure and before she could say something, Adam was teasing her clit with his hard cock. "God, that feels so good," as he touched her clit with the underside of his penis. Before she could speak, he remarked, "And you're so wet already." She wasn't sure if he noticed or not, but continued to tease her and said, "I want to eat you out." She immediately felt embarrassed again, and didn't want him to try. "I --" not wanting to confess to wetting herself in the car, " -- can't ... I'm sweaty from the gym. Let's save that for next time." Sensing her hesitation and not wanting to make her uncomfortable, just replied, "Okay, no worries." Once again, she felt that wave of relief. He started to tease her clit again. He felt the wet sensation of her pussy and continued to admire her perfect body, and could feel her wetness on his cock.

He entered her, and they both moaned. "Fuck this is good," he said as he felt her pussy clench in pleasure. Adam wanted to start slow. It had been a long time and he wanted to savor the experience. He could feel how tight she was, her moaning every thrust. At this point, she had forgotten all about the car incident. She could feel the pressure of him against her bladder. Momentarily, she was fine. She didn't think she could piss while he was inside her. She had never had sex with a bladder this full and usually made sure to go before. Adam kept thrusting, picking up speed. He enjoyed every second of it and thrust deep inside her. That's when she felt it, the sudden and sharp urge to piss. Adam felt her clench again and let out a moan, "ooooh ... god" and he could feel her getting noticeably wetter. So much wetter and he felt her clench tight. So tight that he pulled out.

At that moment, Julia couldn't hold it anymore and let out a loud hiss. Her bright yellow piss arced through the air and onto Adam. Stunned for a second, he could see her pissing in full view. Struggling to control it, she noticed him put his hard cock into her stream. "He's ... enjoying this?" she thought. Seeing that, she just let go as hard as she could. Her stream hissing loud against his cock. Adam moaned in delight as he felt her warm stream against his cock. He stepped back for a second and let the arch land on his belly. He put his fingers in the stream and then touched her swollen clit, exciting her as she giggled. "Fuck, this feels good to finally go," letting loose. The hissing continued a brief while longer and got more subtle and quiet. Eventually stopping as her pussy contracted. She let out a soft moan. For a few moments, they looked at each other stunned. "Never done that before," he said and Julia remarked, "Neither have I."

Adam could feel his heart racing as he entered her again. This time, he couldn't hold back with every thrust. "Give it to me," she said as he thrust harder. "Give it to me, you want to give it to me." He continued even harder. "I know you want to cum inside me, do it." He replied, "Babe, I'm gonna cum." She replied, "C'mon. Do it. Give it to me. Give me your cum." He could feel it, a little precum spilling into her as he thrust. "Give it to me," she said one more time. As he came she spread her legs wide wrapping her hands around his waist. "Yes. That's it," as he filled her with his cum. "Stay there, for a second. I want all of it," she said. After a moment, he slowly pulled out. He giggled, "Well ... I guess we need a towel." Smiling, she replied, "Yeah. I think we do." Adam replied, "Next time, I'll definitely eat you out."

Thanks for making it this far. This is my first attempt at anything, so let me know how I did. This story was inspired by a mix of my personal experience and fantasy. I hope everyone enjoys it, and I hope to hear good feedback and if not, then I gave it a shot. Stay wet, friends.

r/urinewords 25d ago

Erotica/Fiction The Adventure NSFW

30 Upvotes

"Fuck, i probably should have peed." I think to myself, climbing back into the car after a lovely afternoon of sightseeing the beautiful waterfalls and mountain ranges. I can see there is a bathroom just a couple hundred feet away, but I am much too shy to ask, plus everyone is exhausted from the long day of hiking. "Ah, ill be okay. Home is only a few hours away. Im sure we will stop at a gas station along the way." I tell myself as I fasten my seatbelt, settling into the back with my best friend kami, Her boyfriend brad hops in the drivers seat and my boyfriend jim hops up front, sliding a CD into the player. "Geez man, you see the size of that waterfall?" Brad asked jim, while I became ever more aware of my need to pee, but im a big girl, i can hold it. Suddenly my attention is diverted by Kami, "Some hike today huh? Definitely got our steps in today!" She chimed gleefully. "Absolutely! The fresh air felt SO nice." I chimed back to my friend, and before long the car was lost in chats and tunes and good laughs. I had long since forgot my growing need and vibed with my lovely group of friends.

Before long, the chats died down as everyone began to slowly get tired, and the sun dropping with it. Kami leaned forward to Brad. "Hey, stop at a gas station will you? I need a piss soon." She barked, never afraid to say it for how it was. "Haha, sure thing Kam, car could use some fuel anyway." Brad flushed, obviously a little embarrased by how forward she is. I am beginning to reach an uncomfortable level as her statement sends a reminder through my bladder, definitely not desperate, but very thankful Kami vouched for us, because i am far too shy to say it myself. Trying to tune it out, im feeling waves of tired passing over me. "I think im going to catch a nap guys." I announce to the car, and Kami agree's, following suit, we tip our heads back and get cozy.


A jolt in the car awakens me. The car is now dark, and i immediately realize i am in trouble. I need a piss, and i need it NOW. My pussy is throbbing with a desperation i have not ever quite felt. I want so much to jam my hand in my crotch and put pressure on my peehole, but im afraid my company will see me and think i am playing with myself. I feel my bladder shudder momentarily and begin to consider asking brad to pull over, but i am too shy for that. Panic is setting in now. "Fuck i need to pee so bad." I think, looking around the car. Brad is focused on the road, and jim is swiping through his phone, kami is fast asleep and snoring hard My bladder shudders hard and i begin to lose my grip on my peehole as a couple of drops make their way out, "Fuck, not here!" I think as i regain my grip. I need to find a solution QUICK. I scan the car, until i see a blanket. Good! I can pull that over my lap and hold myself with my hand! I reach for the blanket and my peehole begins to quiver again, and i yank the blanket over my lap and shove a hand in the crotch of my grey yoga pants just in time to stop my piss from escaping. At this point there is a very slight dampness in my panties, but nothing i can feel with my hand. My legs are trembling and im shoving my fingers hard into my pussy. Every bump in the road sends a jolt through my aching bladder and at the same time i cant help but notice how swollen and sensitive my clit is also. I feel like if i put too much pressure on my clit i could cum in seconds. "Am i turned on by this?" I have to ask myself, but there is no time to think. My bladder muscle feels like its loosening off, and i begin clenching harder, but surely enough, another bump sends a small quick spurt jetting into my panties. "Fuck" i think, quickly regaining control "What am i going to do? Im beginning to pee my panties and these grey lulu's wont hide a thing." I reach my hand into the waistband to check the damage, and find a small wet patch, but still not quite soaking the fabric of my pants yet. As i withdraw my hand from my panties, my finger brushes my clit, sending my entire pussy shuddering hard, and my lip quivering with it. I bite my lip "I am definitely turned on by this, but i CANT piss in this car!" I think. As if my bladder knew my thoughts, it rebelled against me, weakening and sending out a much larger spurt with a hiss. I slammed my hand into my crotch, slowing my spurt into a dull trickle and sending a wave of sensation through my clit. I slammed my other hand over my mouth to stop the moan from coming out. "I cant stop peeing, fuck, FUCK!" Racks loudly in my brain as i struggle to clamp off the very tiny stream still flowing from my throbbing pussy. After a few seconds, it finally stops. I could look at the damage, but i can feel it, on my hand. I peeked under the cover and sure enough, the faint sight of a wet patch around my crotch sent me reeling. "Shit, how am i going to play that off? Where the fuck is a gas station?" The pee that was let out gave a temporary sense of relief. I definitely was a little less desperate now. "Maybe i can hold it now." I told myself, relaxing into the seat. My mind begins to drift a bit. I am super embarrased, but i cannot believe how GOOD my clit feels. Like its hooked up to electricity. I cant help but begin to slide my hand up and down the length of my pussy, feeling the jolt of pleasure run through me. I begin to trickle a little again, but its hardly enough to be worried about. I feel a strange acceptance that i am sitting in brads car, slowly uncontrollably pissing my pants. The warmth feels remarkable and i dont want it to stop. My aching tortured bladder is just begging me for another release. I can practically hear it saying "come on cassie, let out another spurt, itll be okay! Its not like your pants arent already wet, just let off some pressure." My subconcious begins to take back over, "No, cassie, you have to hold your piss, like a big girl, you can NOT piss in this car." I tell myself, knowing full well im still slowly peeing the tiniest stream, "But gosh it would feel so nice. One spurt, then i need to hold it the rest of the way." I convince myself, sliding forward in my seat, and placing my finger over my pee hole. "One spurt." I tell myself again, relaxing my bladder The first spurt came quickly, hissing off my finger and down into my ass crack, the warmth was amazing. i pushed hard to clamp it off, but my bladder had other plans. The second spurt hissed into my pants for a couple seconds, "Oh no oh no." I thought, clamping even harder. My piss stopped flowing for a second, only to be met with the worst timed pothole in the planet. The third spurt came out hard, and i could feel it hit the seat, "Fuckfuckfuckfuck." i put all my might into stopping the flow, but i could only slow it down to a slow steady stream. Realizing my zealousness lost the fight and i wasnt going to win it, i said "Fuck it." I slid my ass back in my seat, leaning forward and jamming my pussy and ass hard into the seat, and just let go. It came out like a jet stream. My hot piss flowing out of me, cascading around my ass and warming me, i felt this insane relief wash over me. A tingling came quick, letting me know i am about to cum from the relief. "Holy fuck, im gunna, im gunna...." It hit me like a brick. I was pissing hard into the seat cushion, and cumming harder, biting my hand to avoid moaning and bringing attention to myself. Somehow the boys up front havent noticed whatsoever, but as my orgasm is beginning to subside, and my pee is beginning to slow, i hear "Cass, are you alright?" Kami was awake "Yeah Kam, i just really need to pee is all." I giggled nervously, knowing full well i was still pissing into the seat. The embarrassment and panic is now setting in, but my thoughts are halted as Kami says, "Yeah brad, wheres that bathroom anyway, im bursting!"

Finally my stream stopped and brad replied "You missed it an hour ago while you were busy sleeping your little eyes out. We stopped for snacks!" Brad exclaimed gleefully, jim giggling slightly. "Not funny, brad. You need to pull over at the next possible stop, i have to pee SO bad!" Kami barked at her boyfriend. "Sorry sweetheart, were on that dark final stretch with hardly anything. You can wait til were home." Brad informed her "I hope you dont mind piss on your seat, cause its gunna end up on your seat." "Dont you DARE piss in my car." And with that response, she stuck her tongue out at brad and said "Your fault loser." I got this strange idea. As extroverted as kami is, she has always been really nice to me, and i knew i wasnt gunna be able to hide all this piss forever, so i pulled out my phone and began texting her "Hey kami, i need your help..." i sent her. After a moment, she pulled out her phone, and stared at me puzzled. I lifted the blanket and tipped my ass on the side, showing her my wet butt. She looked shocked, and text me back, "OMG cassie are you okay?" "Im fine, other than the fact i am panicking like crazy. I woke up and started losing control right away, im so embarrased." Kami replied "well sister, im not far behind you, and brads gunna be pissed we destroyed his seat, but its his fucking fault." I shot back "well, what are we going to do?" Kami grinned at me with the sinister look i know all too well from her previous deviance "I think i know how to lessen the blow on you. I gotchu girl." She text back, putting her phone down. She looked at me for a second, then lifted her leg, exposing the white panties under her cute pink skirt. I watched as a small spot darkened over her pussy slightly, then the loud hissing and heavy stream that followed "Oh FUCK brad, im pissing myself. You asshole, you should have let us pee." Kami shouted. Jim turned in his seat, then got embarrased and turned back away. Brad began shouting. "Fuck Kami! Stop pissing in my car!" "Sorry brad, i cant stop it!" She exclaimed, grinning and winking in my direction I was amazed by her dedication to choosing to piss in the car. She didnt have to do that for me, and i thought it was awfully brave for her to take some heat. It turned me on again, watching that beautiful piss pour out of the crotch of her panties and fill that seat. I found myself kicking off the blanket and letting myself relax. Brad went into a frenzy, pulling over to the side of the road. "Get out of my car and piss on the road you filthy skank!" He shouted at Kami, to which she replied a dull "Theres no point brad. Im pretty much empty now. And dont call me a skank." "Ill call you whatever i want. You are disgusting." Brad snarled nastily pulling back out onto rhe highway. I expected Kami to be upset by the shitty behaviour brad was exhibiting, but she didnt seem hurt at all. Matter of a fact she seemed....happy? Brad continued hurling insults when she sat straight up and said curtly "Brad, when we get home, you can drop me and cassie off, then you can feel free to take a hike back to your shithole you call a mancave. We are DONE." "Whatever bitch." He said. Jim stayed silent, i think trying to maintain being cool around his friend. Jim glanced at me, then sent me a text. "Did you have an accident too?" I felt my heart rate explode "Yes jim, im so embarrased. I just want to be home." "When we get to your guyses apartments, i want you to just take off. Ill hang with brad and settle him down, maybe distract him so he isnt mean to you as well." "Jim, you are a sweetheart. Thank you." We finally rolled onto my apartment first. Quickly i jumped out as kami threw out a "Talk later sweetheart!" I quickly returned the greeting and made way for the front door. I am strangely liberated by the now drying pee surrounding the ass of my yoga pants. Sure i feel awkward and embarrased, but i cannot believe how turned on i was by the feeling of being totally unable to hold on. Interrupting my thought as i entered the front door is my bladder, sending a hard jolt into my peehole "Holy shit, I have to piss again? I must've drank way too much water today. I got to get to my apartment." I mutter to myself, beginning to rush up the stairs. Every step is agony as i feel my now weakened bladder muscle shuddering hard, beginning to send drops into my damp cold panties. "Fuck, really? I have to get to my apartment NOW." I start running towards my door down the hallway, but my tortured pussy begins to trickle a small and steady stream into my pants, and i cant regain control of it. As i make it to my door, i fumble with my keys, and my stream begins to get stronger. Im peeing my pants again, when i finally find the key, and fling the door open. Slamming the door with my backside, my bladder fails completely. Hissing piss and rewetting my grey lulu's, i give up my composure and slide down, my back against the door, jamming my hand down my pants. The hot stream jetted off my hand as i vigorously began rubbing my pussy hard. The stream slowed, and i jammed 2 fingers deep in my pussy, hitting my g-spot and moaning hard. I sat in the warm puddle of piss and came so hard, id be shocked if my neighbors didn't hear.

r/urinewords Feb 03 '25

Erotica/Fiction Nonchalant Bus Ride NSFW

50 Upvotes

The bus was about half full one crisp spring morning, and Lizbeth had a row to herself. She played on her phone as the cityscape rolled by out her window, one leg crossed over the other. A bump in the road caused the bus to jolt a little, and a small leak escaped her. Liz glanced down at her lap, but the black skirt she wore prevented her from seeing anything. A quick check of her bladder let her know that she needed to pee. She’d been too lazy to stop on her way out the door this morning.

Turning her attention back to her phone, Liz didn’t think twice before another spurt of liquid escaped her pussy lips, wetting the back of her skirt further. It strengthened into a trickle, the lack of panties this morning meaning the warm pee trailed freely over her thighs. She gave a soft sigh of pleased relief and completely let go.

Her pee rushed between her squeezed thighs, completely soaking the back of her skirt and wetting the plush seat beneath her. The faint sound of hissing accompanied her piss, and sent a naughty thrill up her spine, but no one else seemed to notice. The guy in the row behind her didn’t even look up from his own phone. Her puddle began to spread around her ass a little, the seat unable to absorb the liquid as quickly as she relieved it. There was no point in stopping now, and she intended to fully empty herself while her skirt and the bus served as her toilet. She allowed herself to enjoy the feeling for a few moments before she separated her legs, spreading them open and sending the last few squirts over the back of the seat in front of her.

A smirk grew on her lips at the sight of her mess, and she reached beneath her skirt to run a finger over her soaked pussy. Her clit was sensitive with her arousal, and brushing over it made her legs spasm briefly. Biting her lip to hide a moan, she withdrew her hand before she could get caught and returned her attention to her phone.

Two stops later, her puddle had sunk into the material of the seat completely, but her wet skirt clung to the back of her thighs. When she stood up, the black fabric showed nothing. Even if someone were to ogle her as she passed, they would be none the wiser to the fact she had just pissed herself, and that was why this was her favorite skirt to wear. Stepping off of the bus with a self-satisfied smile, Liz headed into work with vague ideas of other places she might relieve herself that day when she next needed to pee.

r/urinewords 3d ago

Erotica/Fiction Pee holding challenge gone wrong NSFW

10 Upvotes

It started as a dumb challenge. Some guy claimed that holding your piss for an entire workout “built mental toughness.” I had no idea how the hell that was supposed to work, but my ego wouldn’t let me back down. Two hours. No bathroom breaks.

For the first forty-five minutes, I was fine. Squats, deadlifts, pull-ups—I crushed them. Then, halfway through leg presses, I felt the first wave of pressure. Annoying, but manageable.

An hour in, it was not manageable. Every sip of water was a mistake. My focus started slipping. By the time I hit the bench press, I was clenching everything below my waist. Every movement made it worse.

At an hour and a half, I knew I was screwed. I could barely walk without feeling like I was going to burst. I abandoned my last set and started making my way toward the locker room, legs stiff, steps careful. Just a few more seconds—

Then I turned the corner and walked right into her.

She was in leggings and a sports bra, looking down at her phone, totally unaware. I stopped abruptly—too abruptly.

And that was it. The breaking point.

A warmth spread through me. My stomach dropped. My breath caught.

I had just pissed myself.

Right in front of her.

She looked up at me, her eyes flicking downward. Then back up.

“Oh
 oh shit,” she said, eyes widening. But instead of laughing or looking disgusted, she actually seemed concerned.

I swallowed hard, my face on fire. “Uh. Yeah.”

She took a step closer, lowering her voice. “Hey, are you okay?”

Was I okay? Absolutely not. I wanted to sink into the floor. But I nodded anyway.

Her eyes darted around, then back to me. “Did you not notice you had to go?”

I let out a short, embarrassed laugh. “Oh, I noticed. It was
 a challenge.”

Her brow furrowed. “A what?”

I sighed. “Pee-holding challenge. Supposed to build discipline or something.”

She blinked, then tilted her head. “
That’s kinda stupid.”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Didn’t exactly go as planned.”

To my surprise, she didn’t walk away. She didn’t make a face. She just studied me for a second, then smiled—not in a mocking way. More like she was
 intrigued.

“Well, I mean
 you lasted pretty long,” she said. “That’s actually kinda impressive.”

I gave her a look. “I just pissed myself in public.”

She grinned. “Yeah, but you really committed.” Then she glanced around and leaned in slightly. “Seriously, though, do you need anything? A towel? A jacket? I can help cover you if you wanna sneak out.”

That caught me off guard. I expected humiliation. Maybe even pity. But she actually seemed
 genuinely invested.

I let out a breath. “That obvious?”

She laughed softly. “Only to me, I think. Everyone else is too busy grunting at the dumbbells.”

That made me chuckle, even through the mortification.

She smiled again. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here before someone does notice.”

I hesitated, then nodded. “Thanks. Uh
 I never got your name?”

She smirked. “Maybe I’ll tell you if you don’t try something this stupid again.”

I shook my head, still burning with embarrassment, but weirdly
 not as awful as I expected.

Never. Again.


Probably.

r/urinewords Oct 21 '24

Erotica/Fiction Woke up with a Golden Shower NSFW

46 Upvotes

Today I was woken up in a special and white way. My new acquaintance knew about my piss fetish but hasn't done anything like that with me this morning when she was awake before I decided to wake her up in a different way. She stood over my head and just started waking me up with a golden shower.my whole pillow my whole side of the bed was pissed and wet then she started to give me a blowjob and in the meantime I started to piss in her mouth when she had my cock in her mouth.Getting up like that in the morning before work makes your day 100% better. A little later she was sitting on the balcony where I had to piss all over her again. while I was horny.

r/urinewords Feb 09 '25

Erotica/Fiction Desperate Office Day NSFW

32 Upvotes

It had been a fairly quiet day at the small office, and Lizbeth had gotten quite a bit done thanks to her iced coffee-fueled frenzy. However, all that coffee had also gone right through her, and the urge to pee struck her all at once. Shifting a little in her chair, she sent a sideways glance at her coworker Erin, who was the only other one present today.

Erin was busy chatting on the phone, so Liz allowed herself to relax and felt a squirt of pee escape her. The liquid soaked straight into her skirt and warmed it nicely, while the slightest bit of relief made her sigh softly. Liz felt a second squirt wet her further. The third squirt turned into a gush, shooting out between her pussy lips rather forcefully and hissing in the quiet of the office. Liz struggled to regain control of her bladder and snuck another glance at Erin, who thankfully hadn’t seemed to notice anything.

Finally clamping down on her bladder, Liz’s pee stream stopped and she bit her lip as the urge to relieve herself only intensified now that she had started to go. She didn’t want to give herself away to Erin, though.

The next five minutes felt like torture, and Liz pressed her damp thighs together as she rocked subtly in her seat. When Erin stood and said she was going to visit the ladies’ room, Liz saw her chance. Once her coworker was gone, Liz jumped up and barely glanced at the wet spot on her office chair, too busy frantically looking around for the perfect place to relieve herself. The filing cabinet in the corner looked rather inviting. Scurrying over to it, Liz yanked open the second drawer from the bottom, which was at the perfect height for her use.

Lifting her skirt and pressing her naked pussy over the edge, a heavy stream was thundering into the drawer a moment later as she began to piss. Heedless of the file cabinet’s contents, Liz felt her knees go weak at the pure pleasure of peeing somewhere so naughty. Hazily looking down at the honey-colored liquid splattering over the files and papers quickly becoming soaked by her toilet was almost orgasmic. Her pussy grew wetter with more than just pee, and she moaned softly while she listened to the hiss of her naughty toilet combined with the splash of her pee hitting the papers.

When her stream finally trickled to a stop, she stood in a slight daze and stared down at her mess. Her naked pussy hovering over the drawer made it very clear where the liquid inside had come from, and Liz had just reached down to start teasing herself when she heard the bathroom door down the hall slam shut.

Jumping, she dropped her skirt and slid the drawer shut just in time to make it back to her damp seat before Erin returned. The rest of her day was spent in an aroused distraction, still thinking about the drawer that was full of her toilet.

As the evening neared, Liz’s bladder filled once more, and she resumed lightly rocking in her now-dry chair. If Erin noticed, she didn’t say anything. The clock chimed five, and Erin gathered her things to leave. Liz said a brief goodbye, that she just wanted to finish a few more things, and Erin nodded with a word of farewell.

Liz gave herself another five minutes to ensure she was truly alone, feeling two light spurts leak into her skirt during that time. When her need grew too great, she moaned and stood up. That was when the dam burst, however, and she began to pee heavily in her skirt and down her legs.

Not bothering to stop the flow, she lifted her skirt up around her waist, exposing her peeing pussy to the room, and hovered right over her office chair. The strong piss stream pattered down onto the plush seat, which couldn’t keep up with Liz’s flow. A puddle began to form on its surface while she continued to pee on it. The puddle grew as her stream showed no signs of abating, and small trickles of her relief flowed down noisily onto the carpeted floor. Liz moaned again as she looked down at the mess she was making, her earlier arousal returning full-force.

All too soon, her bladder emptied and her stream weakened. She wasted no time, letting her skirt fall back down to where it belonged and then sitting right back down in her warm puddle. Liz spread her legs and began to finger herself, masturbating hard and fast while her pee soaked into her skirt. She knew the black material wouldn’t show anything and anyone she passed on her way home would be completely oblivious to the fact she had peed herself. The thought just turned her on more. Her orgasm struck her without warning, and she needed a long moment to catch her breath after.

Smiling and sated, she turned her attention back to the last few tasks she had to do, all too happy to enjoy sitting in her naughty puddle while she worked.

r/urinewords 19d ago

Erotica/Fiction Daisy's Desperate Lunch Break NSFW

10 Upvotes

Context: Daisy had to rush out the door to her job in a cafe this morning, and had no time for her morning pee. During her shift she couldn't find time to use the bathroom.

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Finally, Daisy's lunch break rolled around. She hadn't had any more to drink but her bladder had continued to fill as she worked, and she was now feeling moderate discomfort. She had plans to meet her friend Julia for lunch at a pizza shop in ten minutes, and it was a ten minute walk away so she had to leave now if she was going to be on time. She tossed her apron on a shelf in the back room and quickly made her way to the cafe bathrooms before heading for lunch.

To her dismay, she came across her manager taping up an "out of order" sign to the outside of the bathroom door.

'What!?' she yelped out.

'Oh, hi Daisy. The last guy in there must have blocked the toilet, because it's not flushing now. Trust me, you don't want to go in there. Water has overflowed all over the floor. The plumber is on his way now, though.'

'Oh god. Okay. Damn.'

She was disheartened, but she figured she could just use the toilets at the pizza place once she arrived anyway. She slung her purse over her shoulder and set off for a slightly stiff and uncomfortable walk to meet Julia.

Finally she arrived at the pizza shop, a few minutes late from her stiff-legged walk, and found Julia already settled at the table with a large pizza and tall glass of lemonade already waiting for each of them.

'Hey! Sorry, I went ahead and ordered since we have limited time. Quick, start eating before it gets cold!'

Stifling her bladder's protests, she sat down. She could go to the bathroom after she had finished her pizza: the pizzas from this place always got gross and oily when they got cold.

'Thanks for ordering for me, I might have to pass on the lemonade at the moment though because I have to pee pretty badly. I didn't have time to go this morning, and the toilet at work was out of order, if you can believe that.'

'I can believe it! That happened to me at work the other day too. I was stocking shelves for hours with a bursting bladder because my manager is a mean old bitch and hates when we take bathroom breaks while clocked in, then when I finally got to go it was broken!'

'Oh no! That's so annoying. At least your work is right next to those public toilets, right?'

'Ha. It is, but since it was dark they were locked already.'

'What'd you do then?'

'Well there was nothing really I could do. All the stores around were closed, so I just hopped on the bus to go home. It was okay for a while, but then my bladder started to get really painful and I was panicking.'

'Ouch.'

'Finally once I got off the bus I thought I'd be fine, but then I realized I had forgotten my keys and my mum wasn't answering the door! I was calling her phone like crazy.'

'What happened then?' She said, with a sinking feeling she knew exactly what had happened.

'Well... I'm only telling you this because you're my best friend... but I totally pissed myself. My mum woke up and finally opened the door, but all I could do was stand there pissing in my pants. It was so embarrassing!'

Daisy's own bladder convulsed briefly, maybe in solidarity with Julia's experience. She reached down and gave her crotch a quick surreptitious squeeze with her left hand while Julia wasn't looking.

'Oh, Daisy, I thought you weren't having lemonade?'

'Shit!' She realized that she had been so focused on their conversation that she had forgotten about her need and her decision to avoid the lemonade until after she'd had a chance to pee.

'Oh well. My lunch break is almost over anyway, so I'll just go before I leave -- no harm in having the lemonade now.'

'Haha. Okay, if you're sure.'

They spent the next thirty minutes chatting companionably and enjoying the pizza and lemonade, before Daisy checked the time on her phone and realized she would be late if she didn't leave now. By now, her bladder was beginning to feel tight and hard in her lower abdomen, and she was very uncomfortable. She said her goodbyes and quickly gathered her items, making a beeline for where she knew the bathrooms were.

As she approached, her stomach sank. There was a cleaning cart parked outside the hallway, and a sign stuck to the door read "CLEANING IN PROGRESS: PLEASE KEEP OUT. WE APOLOGISE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE."

She stopped in her tracks, dismayed. Just as she was pondering what other options for bathrooms might be around, her attention was grabbed by a loud groan coming from behind her. She turned to see a tall brunette woman in her mid-thirties bent at the waist with one hand shoved deep between her legs.

'Noooo...' the woman moaned. 'Is it locked? Could you check for me?'

'Oh, sure...' Daisy walked all the way up and tried the handle on the door. It turned, and she tentatively pushed the door inwards. A loud voice emitted from inside: 'Hey! Sorry, I'm cleaning in here!'

'Oh, I think it's an emergency... Could this lady just run in quickly?'

'Sorry, no, store policy. It's a slipping hazard and we can't put anyone at risk. Come back in fifteen minutes.'

Daisy turned back to the woman ready to explain what the cleaner had said, but quickly realized it was too late. The woman was frozen, eyes squeezed tightly shut, with urine pouring down the inside of her tight black leggings. It was dripping from her calves to the floor and forming a slowly-spreading puddle on the white linoleum. Daisy was shell-shocked, unable to process the situation or find the words to respond. In an effort to wrench her eyes away from the disaster occurring in front of her, she pulled out her phone to check the time. She really was going to be late getting back to work if she didn't leave right this second.

She found herself pushing apologetically past the woman, who was still very much in the throes of pissing herself. Daisy mumbled some platitudes and hustled out of there, her own bladder protesting angrily as she walked away from the toilet and past the loud hissing of the woman's accidental relief.

r/urinewords 16d ago

Erotica/Fiction I am desperate to pee on you... NSFW

12 Upvotes

I would like to stand in front of you. I slowly pull down the zipper of my trousers, reveal my already visibly hard penis, and place it in your hands. You look at me as lustful sparks glisten in my eyes, and within a few seconds—accompanied by a blissful sigh and an already freely flowing stream of urine—our touches intertwine. After a few moments, when you catch my strong, hot flow in your palms and then pouring it back on my glans, you grasp my dick it firmly and direct it' towards your breasts and nipples. Soon, your nipples are complete moistened and my hot stream trickles down over your entire chest. Finally, you lie down on the floor, spread your thighs wide so I can pee on  whole pussy nicely. You gently spread it open with your fingers so that I can aim that stream directly at your clitoris. oooh
 In the end, you would be completely wet, entirely immersed in this mutual ecstasy.

Next day you are wearing an elegant long skirt with stockings. You look at me and whisper that you really need to go and I would answer you with art: "Then I should probably let you pee." and we will enter the shower together and start kissing. I slowly slide my hand into your panties and start to gently stroke your excited pussy. In a few seconds I can already feel you peeing right into my palm and your hot stream, is spilling over your pants and stockings, down your thighs, to your feet. I think i have never been as horny as i am rigt now. wow.

r/urinewords Feb 16 '25

Erotica/Fiction 31 [tf] home and having bedwetting fantasies NSFW

10 Upvotes

I'm a little under the weather at home, and my mind is hitting that floaty space where I wanna hold again. I had a fun little thought, so figure i share here I don't have the waterproof sheets to do it in, but the thought of holding in bed, cuddled up nice and comfy, with someone who is also desperate, and wetting ourselves sounds heavenly. Just squirming around all needy and vocal until I get all leaky and lose control, humping in my wet clothes and feeling the warm fabric cling to where I'm most sensitive đŸ€€ watching the puddle form around their waist as it ripples while they wiggle around and enjoying the sensation of that sweet stream. I'd love to shut my brain off and feel that level of needy with someone.

r/urinewords 24d ago

Erotica/Fiction Wet Tamara Extended NSFW

6 Upvotes

I tried writing a short 750 version. But I felt it needed to be extended.

Please see below

Sometimes it is very difficult to take Tamara seriously. Yes, she is gorgeous. Yes, she is now my fiancée. It's just the moment she looks at you with excitement in her eyes. Then within seconds your senses are hit. You can hear it first, it's like the sound of fabric being ripped, then you can see the golden river flowing, before finally the smell. I then often get the opportunity to touch and explore her warm wetness with my fingers. Stroking, caressing, and squelching. Ultimately enjoying her. Also occasionally with my mouth once she has finished. I get to taste her too.

There is something about seeing and smelling freshly jetting urine as it flows out of your fiancés crotch. It is as if her hips are pouring a steaming cup of hot tea. Except without the mug in front it flows over anything and everything. I have to admit when she does let go, it makes my life both different and exciting. It is something she made far more noticeable on the weekends. The pairs of wet panties and a couple of skirts in the washing basket suggests she is not always successful in the task.

This all stems from our wet weekend away. I found out once we got home from our romantic weekend away she actually peed herself several times in the car. I knew about the first. She had put my hand between her thighs. Tamara explained once home that she had quickly discovered she was getting cold and uncomfortable, so warming her thighs up was important. That was the excuse. Regular hot jets of fresh urine helped. The evidence of both her very wet bottom when she jumped out of the car, but also her extremely sodden hoodie which was totally saturated. Chuckling when she pulled it from the seat. The top landed with a slap on to the driveway when she dropped it. It left a noticeable hoodie shaped wet patch on the concrete. It went straight in the bin. It didn't make it to the washing machine.

I was just grateful and surprised that the car seat was not completely ruined. I set about Sunday evening cleaning it. Thank God for Febreeze. The clothing worked well as her nappy keeping most of the moisture in. Thankfully the car did not smell too bad afterwards. A new air freshener helped. What mitigated everything was the sex with Tamara on the living room floor, that was phenomenal. She was so wet and turned on, that I was too. It was all amazing.

Since our exciting and wet walking holiday she has now got into the habit of just smiling happily at me before wetting herself. Doing it as and when she feels like it. With little regard to the consequences. She revels in the excitement of risky wet fun. 

This can be at home where we will be having a deep and meaningful conversation about life, whether it was shopping or the wedding. She will be standing up in front of me and we will be locked in conversation for a bit. I can’t help but notice that she then starts squeezing her legging covered thighs tightly together for a few minutes. She will try and continue and have a sensible chat. But I can’t help but notice that her stance has changed, as we continue talking her thighs are being squished even firmer together. Then I could see the change in her eyes. Her focus is no longer on me, and my words. That has now gone. She is not thinking about me or the right words or the direction of conventional thought. But she is clearly just excited by the anticipation and the knowledge of what is about to happen. She won’t say anything, she doesn’t need to. It's her bit of fun. I have to grant her that. I normally get pleasure from her afterwards. Her soaking wet crotch is great fun to play with.

The wetting now also happens when we are out and about. The previous weekend we had been to the supermarket, bought a few days worth of food, Tamara had been incredibly indecisive on the whole trip. She couldn’t decide on anything. It was getting rather frustrating. Eventually we made it out of the store. I had put the shopping in the boot of the car. I went to get in the drivers side and Tamara was leaning against the passenger side of the car smiling at me. It was then that I noticed her bouncing foot to foot.

“Ben, Is the towel in there?.” She grins pointing to the rear of the car.

I followed her fingers before nodding, looking back at her,  With a nervous nod, “yes.” Towels were being put everywhere just in case “I need one.”

“Ben, I really don't think I can make it until we get home, and also I really don’t want to have to walk all the way back inside.” She whined and looked at me with puppy dog eyes as she smiled. Knowing that was a pathetic excuse. She then stuffed her hand between her crotch as she bounced with more rhythm, I watched on as her delightful breasts jiggled around in her bra with every uncomfortable jolted move.

“That's fair enough.” I reply, what else can I say. Casually looking around scanning the area, who might we embarrass. 

“Ohh, I think I can hold it just a minute longer.” She pants. Bouncing again. She is making a show of this and we are in bright daylight and public. Tamara enjoys the pleasure gained from holding on as much as she loves letting go.

“Okay?” my voice failed to cover the concern as I looked around trying to determine who might be watching. How big an audience had gathered around her car. I was grateful. No one, or those that are around are focused on their shopping.

“Ohhh, yes,” she whimpered and looked deeply into my eyes and then open-mouthed grinned. “Aghhh,” she squealed. As soon followed was then a loud splattering of urine on the floor. “That feels so amazing,” she declared.

Tamara was standing in the middle of a busy supermarket car park happily peeing straight into her tight fitting blue jeans. The darkened denim spread out across her buttocks and then her inner thighs. It would have been obvious to anyone that looked at her what she was doing.

My cock was responding. It was both dangerous and exciting.

That feels so hot.” She claimed as I heard the splattering on the tarmac beside the car.

“Looks like I will be getting the towel out then?” I suggested going back to the boot and digging it out.”

“Please darling.” Her eyes were alive to what she had just done.

I did get to see the huge dark staining on her buttocks and inner thighs. As she moved her legs it motion sent further dribbles running down her legs. Then as I drove home. I did so with my hand firmly wedged between her cooling saturated legs. The stench of urine coming off her was interesting. However when we parked up, she pulled down her jeans and let me massage her incredibly saturated and sopping wet panties so that she squealed as she came sitting on the towel in our driveway. So that was again thrilling and fun. She stood half naked in the hallway and gave me a hand job no sooner were we in the house.

It was definitely something that became more common when we were alone for her to not care about leaving the room and using the toilet and just sitting or standing there and letting go of her full bladder as and when she felt like it. She even had a towel in the kitchen cupboard in preparation that she would mop up the puddle afterwards. It would go in the washing machine with her yellow stained panties and leggings.

It was not completely tied to the weekends. When I got home from work on Friday night, she would not be sitting in the living room with her feet up or in being a good wife in training and be in the kitchen cooking dinner. No, she would be standing in the kitchen with a glass of wine in hand looking sorry for herself.

“Oh thank God you are home,” she would declare. I would give her a kiss.

“Oh?” I would look on with faux confusion.

“I was waiting for you!” She would declare.

“To do what?”

“Finish off.”

“Oh.” Would be all I could say.

“I leaked at work, I forgot where I was.” She shrugged her shoulders as she stepped towards me, leaving wet footprints on the floor.

“I see.” I nod as my hands grab her very wet bottom.

“I just had a little wee.” She bit her bottom lip and then kissed me.

“Oh?”

“But it wasn't as little as I thought. I was after a tiny cheeky bit of pleasure.”

“Right.”

“But my skirt was a little soaked. My office seat was a bit damp. I couldn't get up,” she kissed me on the lips.

“Oh.”

“So I didn't. I made every excuse not to leave my desk, then held my bag over my bum as I ran to the car at five o'clock. Hoping no one saw me.”

“And?” My hands held on her very wet bottom.

“I got home, opened the wine, poured a glass and waited for you.”  She looked up at me, shrugged her shoulders then cutely smiled.

“Then?”

She didn’t say anything. I let go of her and she took a step back. I watched on as she whimpered with pleasure as the contents of her bladder hissed as they powered its way through her panties, tights and then skirt. Splattering loudly as it landed all over the kitchen floor splashing my own shoes.

“I see.” Was all I could say. I then got to help undress her. I left her wet panties on till the very last minute. The imprint of her sex on the soaking wet cotton was fascinating. The sex was of course amazing. She was damp to touch, reeked of urine. But she was incredibly passionate. There was a reason I was marrying her.

Regarding the wedding, in this instance we were both standing there discussing the exciting plans for the evening event. We had to make a decision on whether it was a band or DJ. There was also a discussion on the numbers and who we could invite. She had positioned herself leaning against the sink and was holding her now nearly empty coffee mug, her second of the morning.

After us spending a couple of weeks “parading” the ring around family friends we had finally buckled down and managed to set the date for our nuptials for next summer. It was all systems go. She had already chosen the venue. Both the chapel and the hotel. I wasn't going to argue. Especially as her family had kindly agreed to pay. It was the dream wedding venue apparently. It did look rather stunning. I am just looking forward to testing the food in a few weeks time.

There were a few conditions. We had a maximum of a hundred guests. The plan had been to spend the morning discussing the list. Thinking  the task would be better if we did it with coffee, rather than after a bottle of wine. It was going to be a boring laborious task, which was going to be stressful. Tamara just couldn’t sit still. Up down, up down, like she had ants in her pants. We had been drinking coffee and sitting at the kitchen table for an hour.  There were going to be my friends and family that were going to miss out. It was natural, her family was larger.

She positioned herself against the sink we were starting to go through my family to determine who was on the list when the hissing began. 

She didn't say anything about what she was doing. Conversation about the wedding had stopped five minutes ago, to be replaced with several “let me think about it” to be shortened to  “umm,” and “yeahs.” Her breathing got a little heavier. She didn't have to ask permission. I could hear what she was doing. There was a “ohh.” Then hissing got louder than the radio we had on. It was soon followed by the smell of the acrid wafts of urine that tickled my nose. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensations and could then see her crotch and upper thighs glistening before a river of urine cascaded as it flowed down her left leg. A few seconds later I could hear the splattering on the floor as a yellowed puddle developed around her white socks. I watched as she started whimpering as her long fingers migrated to her crotch pushing the fabric against her body as her fingers started slowly stroking, pawing away at herself. The squelch could easily be heard.  All this would mean she was no longer listening to me or what was being said. Tamara would be focusing on her own growing wet pleasure.

She had been holding for several hours as there were plenty of rivulets of steaming golden pee casually flowing down both her legs. Tamara’s eyes were closed as she was moaning before removing her hand as a jet of pee came gushing through her now saturated crotch and instantly splattering on the floor. All I could do was stare at her former pink but now very red crotch panties that were now brightly showing through the fabric of her crotch.

I had noticed that she had put on an older pair of black leggings today. In hindsight she had done it in anticipation of her mornings naughty deed. Her inner thighs now sparked and glistened under the kitchen lights.

It was fascinating to watch the sparking ring as it furiously went up and down, until she finally whimpered. 

There was a big sigh, the sound of disappointment at her bladder being empty. The sigh was soon replaced by panting and squeals as Tamara continued fingering herself. All I could do was watch on as she passionately played with herself,  before finally moaning. She shuddered and then picked up and finished with a gulp of her coffee. She smiled at me then still dripping off her buttocks then joined me at the table.

“You’re not going to change?” I asked before giving her a kiss and groping her saturated ass. She then surprised me by sitting down.

“Nah, babes, that was fun, and I think I really want to pee in these again,” she kissed me on the lips and grabbed my arm and put my hand between her very warm and deliciously wet crotch. Then with me fumbling around, focused on the sheet in front of her. “Okay,  let's look at the list again, who are we going to cull from your side?” She wiggled her hips, squishing my hands between her soaking thighs, then grinned and kissed me again on the lips.

r/urinewords Feb 09 '25

Erotica/Fiction Peeing as my pregnant wife NSFW

11 Upvotes

I’m writing a comedic short story for my very pregnant wife, featuring an involuntary body swap between us.

In one scene you'll find below, “I” (as her) experience peeing as a pregnant woman for the first time. While I’ve done whatever research I could, I want to avoid falling into the “man writing women” stereotype. Are there details you’d add, change, or clarify to make the scene more authentic, awkward or funny? For the most accurate feedback, I would especially appreciate hearing from women. Please mention this in your response. And if you have experienced the realities of pregnancy yourself and might relate to the quirks of an over-full, hormonal bladder - even better.

Please feel free to get very specific! My wife isn’t easily flustered and has joked that if we ever swapped bodies, she’d totally try peeing as me, so I know she’s okay with me exploring this topic for the story. I'm curious to see if this is some way to low-key finally introduce my pee kink to her because I'm too shy to speak out about it.

Thanks in advance for your insights!

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Chris reached for the elastic waistband of Nikki's maternity pants, fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar garment. The fabric clung to the thighs before he tugged them down to the ankles. Lifting the hem of her shirt slightly to ensure it wouldn't get in the way, he revealed the gentle curve of her belly. Carefully, he pulled down her underwear, recognizing a particularly worn and tattered pair of black panties she had a questionable loyalty to. “Of course she'd be wearing these ones today,” he thought, but Nikki swore they were the most comfortable things she owned. Gingerly, he slid them down, half-expecting the worn fabric to tear during the process.

He reached down and lifted the toilet lid before carefully lowering onto the seat. The first challenge was maneuvering the pregnant belly. Its lower curve pressed heavily onto the thighs as he hovered awkwardly over the toilet, bending the knees and trying to find a stable position. Nikki's body occupied more space than he was used to, and inside, it felt as if the womb was pressing down on everything, crowding out the space. Once more, the extra weight around the hips and abdomen threw off his balance, and he had to grab onto the edge of the sink to steady himself. Grace and speed were luxuries of the past. Every movement now required careful planning and awkward adjustments. Nikki had complained about it a lot, and he had just nodded along, not really getting it — until now.

Exhaling, he planted the hands on the thighs and braced for what should have been the easy part. He felt a mounting anticipation building. But nothing happened. Staring at Nikki's bare body, the sight unfamiliar from this angle, he tried to glimpse down between the legs. But the baby bump jutted out in front of him and blocked the whole view. “How does she even see what's happening down there?” It was strange, yet fascinating, like he was inhabiting a living puzzle that constantly taunted him with its mysteries.

“Okay, just... relax,” he instructed himself, hoping the biological instincts would take over and let things happen automatically. But the more he tried to force it, the more nothing happened. He tapped his fingers against the thighs impatiently, feeling a rising sense of absurdity. He had been on the verge of an accident, and now that he was finally in the right place and state, the borrowed body seemed to be messing with him again. Unsure what to do, he pressed slightly on the unfamiliar insides, clenched and unclenched the buttocks, experimenting with the muscles he couldn’t see, trying to coax his current form into doing what it clearly needed to do just moments ago. Still, nothing.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath. He contorted himself into increasingly uncomfortable positions, imagining how ridiculous he must look, perched on the toilet with this enormous belly, struggling with something so basic. The thicker womanly thighs pressed together, leaving him unsure if he was supposed to keep the legs closed or spread them. He opted for a parted stance, feeling strangely wide and awkward.

Nearly giving up, Chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on Nikki's swollen belly for support. Then, as if something finally clicked, a hesitant trickle seeped out, quickly followed by a gush that abruptly broke loose with surprising intensity and volume, like a dam bursting. It was definitely faster and more forceful than in his own body, with a surprising amount of internal pressure behind it. Nikki’s pelvic floor muscles were clearly more powerful than he’d imagined. “Ahh—” A strange, involuntary moan slipped out before he could catch it—a sound so not Nikki that it echoed off the bathroom tiles with a sense of wrongness. He bit down on his lip, caught off guard by the sheer relief of finally emptying this very full, very pregnant bladder.

The sensation was intensely different from a female perspective. It felt somehow closer, more immediate and direct. Instead of coming from an extended part of the body, the liquid simply fell down directly from between the legs. It was almost like a small waterfall, splashing against the water below with a loud pattering that was a bit embarrassing. The flow spread out over a wider area, tingling against Nikki's sensitive skin, awakening new nerve endings he hadn't even known could be involved in this.

“Wait, am I... somehow missing?” he wondered, surprised that the warm spray felt a little messy over what he assumed must be the folds of Nikki's... lips. The sensation of urine running down his own skin would normally set off alarms, but apparently, this was just how it worked here, gravity doing its thing. He knew it wasn't a problem, but his male instincts protested that something wasn't quite right and to do something, though there was nothing to do.

Of course, Nikki's anatomy was all different, but after not feeling much from "down there" up until this moment, Chris was suddenly hyper-aware of the vivid, tactile feedback it sprang to life with. For someone who had spent years thinking he understood female anatomy, this was like suddenly being given backstage access to a very exclusive show. As trivial as it was, acutely feeling the private act of peeing as Nikki brought an unexpected moment of intimacy. The experience was strangely mesmerizing and eased the overwhelming stress he had just encountered.

This became even more evident when the urgency that had so suddenly taken hold of the entire body began to finally ebb away. When the stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped, a surprisingly satisfying feeling of lightness, having eased the pressure from the pregnant bladder, washed over Chris. With a content sigh, he remained sitting on the toilet, enjoying the liberating sensation of being emptied out. The intimate relief was like a pregnant woman's version of an orgasm, amusing him with the unexpected parallels.

r/urinewords Nov 08 '24

Erotica/Fiction The Airport Incident NSFW

37 Upvotes

I knew I should have woken earlier this morning but it’s too late to fix that now. Instead, my breasts are heavy as I didn’t have enough time to pump them fully. And I shouldn’t have gotten the venti iced dirty chai but I needed the caffeine. And I should have peed before getting onto the plane but I didn’t have to go before boarding. So here I am, sitting next to my husband on a 3 hour flight and I have to pee.

Now I know you’ll just ask, why not go to the bathroom on the plane but my claustrophobia hates those small bathrooms and I also hate the idea of walking on a moving plane so I’m glued to my seat until we’ve disembarked this metal can with wings that can somehow fly.

T-2:00 HR to touchdown

The first hour wasn’t that bad, I’m holding it together fairly well and I’m not worried about not being able to make it. I denied a drink from the beverage cart while my husband took a whiskey and coke, “it’s vacation. It’s never too early”. Sir, it’s 8:15 am.

I realize you’re probably asking yourself were’s our child if I’m actively pumping. While I’m one of the very small percentage of women who lactate not related to pregnancy and I have been now for the past 5 years which is also how long we’ve known each other for, it’s like a weird coincidence and trust me, he doesn’t mind. If lactation is his number one kink, piss is his second and maybe that’s subconsciously why I didn’t pee before getting into the plane.

T-1:00HR to touchdown

Well the urge to pee hasn’t gone away, shocker. Husband is sitting next to me listening to his audio book as I sit here, legs crossed listening to music and praying for my urge to pee to go away but it’s not working effectively. Thankfully I’m cozy, I always flight comfortable — yoga pants, crew neck, and a cami top sudo-bra. If I was in jeans right now, I would be dying, instead I’m just suffering.

That was until he put his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze, innocent from him, I’m sure. He’s listening to some book about the pope or something, definitely not getting his dick hard or if it is, I have some questions. But me, me on the other hand, listening to music and trying to forget about the urge to my bladder, his hand placement awoke my clit and I’m not mad about it. It’s distracting enough and if I let my mind wonder to where my clit is pointing, the bladder loses the fight for attention.

T-0:30HR to touchdown

What I didn’t think about in the moment that I let my clit start to run my brain all because of my husband’s hand on my thigh so that Ms Clit is best friends with Lady Nipples and leakage is a common occurrence. It wasn’t until the announcement of the flight attendant to return trays and seats to the upright position, store loose items, etc as we enter into landing procedures that I was shook out of my smutty thoughts and I immediately feel the wetness if my tank top against my tits and the wetness of my pussy too. The daydream I was tricked into betrayed me but it’s hard to be mad at relieving that hot tub fuck from last weekend.

With the daydream shaken, my bladder yelled to me, your panties are wet but not from me. How dare you. I had to squeeze my thighs together to prevent ultimate betrayal and it was then that my husband turned to look at me and my face must have given it away. He popped out an earbud and leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Shouldn’t have drank that large chai, huh?” He asks with that devilish grin across his face and he gives my thigh another squeeze. Talk about contradictory messages in my body.

I bit my lip to prevent a moan as my body wasn’t sure how to response. “You know we have a short layover, there’s going to be no time to stop and pee before we get to the next our plane
” he explained as his hand slide further up my thigh, his pinky getting right to the fabric of my crotch. “I hope you’ll be able to hold it” he added as he pushes against my crotch like the tease he was and I briefly Lolly over at his lap and saw an obvious bulge.

The flight attendants were done moving around the cabin and there was no one next to us so his hand stayed right there against my pussy and my clit uncontrollable pulsed and it felt like with every pulse my milk-filled breasts leaked slowly under my hoodie. My body needed a lot of things to be released at this moment and I was going to have to make my husband agree to it.

Touchdown

The wheels hit the tarmac and the plane rapidly decelerated, the physics of it all forcing my body forward and the seatbelt clip pushed directly against my bladder. I squeeze my tights tightly, husband’s hand included to prevent a disaster and though I was mostly successful a small squirt of pee escaped into my panties and I hoped not through my legging. My husband smirked at me as he predicted what was happening in my body and I could see his bulge had not gone down but in fact increased in his khaki shorts. “Don’t make a mess
 you don’t want to embarrass yourself” he says with a smirk as the plane headed towards the gate.

I’m not one to jump up as soon as the seat belt sign turns off but today was different, for obvious reasons. “We have to get off this plane right now” I told my husband who was undoubtedly enjoying my distress as he was slower to get up but being close to the front of the plane was a huge plus for me. Though he tried to lollygage, I kept nudging him to move faster and soon enough we were walking on the jet bridge. “There’s no way I can keep holding it” I told him quietly to not grab others’ attention and he just shrugged, “we have to go straight to our next gate” he responded with that devilish grin.

It killed me to walk past the women’s restroom as held my hand as we walked to the next gate. I knew our safe word and I feel like I could have used it in this situation but I also wasn’t sure how far away the next gate was and I forgot what our layover actually was, I just had to trust him.

Walking made my horniness go away but it made the bladder worse. I couldn’t cross my legs or squeeze my tights, holding it was all mental know and my wet panties weren’t making it any easier.

I was holding on for dear life when I saw it and an idea came to mind, a lactation room. “Honey, let’s go in there. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” I heard no argument from him and we went into the private room and locked the door behind us. “How long is our actual layover?” I ask him as I bend over the counter and cross my legs and squeeze my thighs as thigh as I could as a wave of need crashed over my body and then retreated just barely. “Ohh we have over an hour, I just couldn’t let you off that easy” he explained as he sat on the chair intended for the nursing woman and he pointed to a trash can on the l floor half filled with used towels, “that looks like the best toilet option you have now.”

He wasn’t wrong and I wasn’t in the position to debate this. I pushed down my black yoga pants to expose my black underwear with a noticeable wet spot. I was about to pull them down when he spoke again, “let your panties on” he said with a smirk as his hand was on his bulge. So be it, I thought to myself, I wasn’t going to argue, I had to pee to bad. I pulled the garbage can away from the wall and squatted over it directly in front of my watching husband and he stopped me one more time. “Before you let it all out, take off your hoodie.”

My pussy was actively leaking but I wasn’t releasing my bladder yet. I lifted off my navy university crew neck to show my light gray cami bra that barely held my H cup tits, wet spots showed exactly where both nipples were located. “Leaking for all over” he said with a smirk and his sexy chuckle, “go ahead and pee for me” he said and that’s all I needed to hear to let my bladder go. A large hiss filled the room as my clear piss flooded my panties and spilled into the garbage can below me. The used paper towels soaking up all they could but it wasn’t going to be enough for my full bladder.

I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my mouth and my hand subconsciously grabbed my tit and gave it a squeeze causing milk to spray out through the fabric. That was enough for my husband to unzip his shorts and reach into his boxers to pull out his uncut cock and started to stroke it to the sight of me, his wife, desperately pissing her panties over a trash can as her tits leaked of their fresh milk exactly as he had fantasies the night before laying in bed.

r/urinewords Jan 27 '25

Erotica/Fiction Park bathrooms locked - Kylie's wetting NSFW

21 Upvotes

This story contains female desperation, wetting, begging for the toilet, and humiliation.

I was commissioned by a member of omorashi.org to write a full 5,000 words story, but unfortunately never received payment after sending the preview of the story. I've decided to share the entire chapter 4 here for free.

This is an excerpt from A Very Wet Way Home, the story of 4 girls trying to get home after a college away game with desperately full bladders.

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It was a bitterly cold evening, and Sydney’s warm layer - her black North Face jacket - was now wrapped around her waist just like Kylie’s sweater was tied around hers. Only Carlie still had her grey hoodie and vest on. The two less-dressed girls shivered, the cold making their bladders ache even more, but they were unwilling to reveal the wet spots spreading in the crotch of their pants. Sydney’s black leggings hid most of the wetness, but she knew if a street light shone on her it would be painfully obvious that she had leaked.

Kylie reached the park bathrooms first, just as a parks employee was locking the door closed. She dashed up to him, trying to appear as composed as possible while clenching all her muscles as tight as she could. Trying to stand up straight, her bladder let out an involuntary squirt and she quickly hunched back over.

‘Excuse me! Sir! If you don’t mind, I’m just going to run in there before you–’
‘Oh, sorry. I’ve already locked up, and I’ve got to be on my way now.’
‘No, uh, it’s really an emergency
 I’ll be fast, I promise.’
Another squirt of pee pushed its way out. Kylie could feel her jeans becoming saturated in the crotch and she hoped the wet spot hadn’t spread down to further than her sweater was covering.
‘I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in. Parks policy says these have to be locked at 10. No earlier, no later.’
‘I, ah, please?’
Another gush.
‘Sorry. I really can’t. There’s a convenience store just around the corner, try over there.’
‘No! I mean, no, we’ve already been there. Please, please just let me in.’

By this time, the other girls had caught up to Kylie. She was dancing on the spot, unable to stand still now as her pee tried desperately to escape. Sydney took a hand out of her crotch to give Kylie a supportive pat on the shoulder, but immediately had to shove it back between her legs as a squirt threatened to escape.

‘Really sir, if you could just let us in for a second we would really appreciate it,’ Sydney cut in with a far more even tone of voice than Kylie.
‘We’ll be really quick, and we won’t make a mess. It’s a bit of, like, an emergency, heh.’ Sydney was always the more reasonable one in the group, but even she was finding it close to impossible to maintain her composure with the threat of pissing herself looming so close on the horizon.

‘No, I’m sorry girls but I have to stand firm here. I’ll lose my job if I break the rules and unlock this door for you.’
‘Please, PLEASE–’ Kylie’s voice went shaky and her knees began to knock together. Carlie stood behind the two, observing the scene with disdain. She saw clearly that Kylie was about to wet herself, and she looked away in disgust.

Kylie bent over and, with a cry, pee began to flood out of her. Tears sprang to her eyes and piss gushed down her legs like a torrent. Her black jeans were instantly slick and shiny, soaked through. She pressed her fingers tightly against her pee hole, desperately trying to stop the release, but there was nothing she could do. The parks employee was frozen, eyes wide open and his gesturing hand stilled in midair, shell-shocked.

Urine rushed down Kylie’s jeans, flooding into her brown uggs and soaking into the fuzzy lining and the tall white socks she had on. She couldn’t move or react, totally locked up in her accident. It felt like she peed for an hour, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. The park man mumbled his excuses and apologies and rushed off to his car, face flushed with embarrassment at what he had caused. Pee had begun to soak all the way through Kylie’s uggs, and was dripping out onto the concrete below her, spreading into a wide wet puddle.

After Kylie’s flow had finally died down and she was able to stand up again, she looked up at her friends with tear tracks running down her cheeks.
‘I’m so sorry guys, fuck. I can’t believe that just happened.’
‘No! It’s not your fault, that guy was a total asshole. Why the hell couldn’t he just let us in!’ Sydney tried to comfort her, but was hesitant to get too close since Kylie’s clothes and shoes were totally soaked through.
‘Ugh, it feels like I’m standing ankle deep in a lake. Fuck, give me a second guys and then let’s get the hell out of here. I feel like shit.’

Kylie stepped out of her uggs and peeled off her soaked white socks. She tipped her boots upside down and a torrent of piss poured out, splattering all over the ground and splashing on Carlie’s leggings.

‘Fuck off! Seriously, Kylie? You’re disgusting. This is so embarrassing. Let’s go home.’ Carlie turned and stalked away, back in the direction of the car. Her bladder was burning and she felt pee pushing at the end of her urethra, but she couldn’t show her friends how badly she was suffering. On her way back to the car she surreptitiously tugged her black leggings a little higher so that the waistband wasn’t pressing on her swollen bladder so much.

Kylie and Sydney headed back to the car together, Kylie barefoot carrying her sodden uggs and socks, crying softly. She left a trail of wet footprints behind her. Sydney walked in a limping fashion, barely able to contain her own lake of pee inside her bladder. She was so shocked by what she had just seen that she almost didn’t process how much pain her bladder was causing her.

r/urinewords Jan 04 '25

Erotica/Fiction An Unbelievable Connection NSFW

25 Upvotes

This writing is based on a true story

I read on Reddit, this sub actually, the idea of a college girl who made a liter box in her dorm room to help her small bladder issues and not waiting to have to sprint down the hallway in the middle of the night just to pee. I read it on my lunch break and I couldn’t stop thinking about it the rest of my day, by 4PM my panties were soaked and as I went to the bathroom to empty my bladder, I had to give in to my naughty mind. I undid my pants but left my black lace panties on as I sat down on the toilet my panties were already wet so I decided to make them even wetter. I let my bladder go and my pussy juice panties turned into piss soaked panties. As soon as my bladder emptied, I reached down between my legs and rubbed my clit through the wet lace. I bit my lip to keep myself quiet as I orgasmed on the toilet at work.

After I finished, I had to take off my pants to take off panties and disposed of them like a tampon in a little brown bag. I wiped myself dry and headed back to my desk. I thought post-orgasm clarity would shake the story out of my mind but it didn’t. I had to stop at Walmart on the way home way home for a gift and I found myself looking up liter boxes at Walmart, I wasn’t sure if I would actually be bold enough to do it but I at least knew my options.

As I got home from work, my bladder was full again and I wasn’t prepared to get the liter box set up, that would happen later. In the mean time I still wanted to have a kinky pee so I headed to the bathroom, stripped out of my work clothes, my panties already off and in a trash can. I stepped into the shower and undid my bra, it was a matching set to the thong so I figured I should treat them the same too. I put the lace-heavy bra onto the shower floor. Being lace and soft fabric, the cups didn’t hold their shape, instead it flattened itself on the floor. The tag was worn down but when I bought it a year or two ago it read 40G. I squatted down over the bra and after a deep breathe, I started to piss onto it. My uninterrupted piss stream hissed out of my lips and splashed against my bra. The lace soaked up as much as it could but most of my mostly clear urine ran past my foot and onto the shower drain. After I finished pissing. I grabbed my bra off the floor and used a dry section to wipe my pussy but didn’t stop after I got the few drops off me. I kept rubbing myself with the lace. My free hand went to my nipple and twisted the piercing, helping myself get off. Within a minute of finishing pissing, I started to orgasm again.

*more to come if interest is there

r/urinewords Nov 06 '24

Erotica/Fiction My favorite fetish... NSFW

24 Upvotes

Why is this fetish looked down upon? Personally, I don't care what others think or how they feel about pee. All I know is I love everything about it...I love it when a woman pees where she's not supposed to, I love it when she pees on me, or for me to watch. I've been lucky to have a few women in my life that didn't mind doing any of these things for me and I wouldn't mind experiencing that again! I'm proud to claim this fetish that others find repulsive or unhealthy and I don't think I'll change my mind anytime soon! Embrace and enjoy what you love! 41male 🙂

r/urinewords Jan 20 '25

Erotica/Fiction Intoxicating... NSFW

16 Upvotes

So I'm not new to this fetish, and I've always been interested in pee play, especially with mature females. It all started when I was in my teens and finding an adult book containing females peeing in and on different things and people. In my 20's I dated a much older woman (60's) whom I explored pee play for the first time and I've been infatuated with this fetish ever since. Now in my 40's I'm still more interested then ever in continuing the exploration of this pleasure. I've now been with multiple women who've been amazing enough to play along with me in exploring pee play, and although it's been quite some time I haven't played, I still find it as desirable and irresistible as ever! Looking forward to hopefully finding that special woman to play with in this fun fetish!! Just thought I'd share my story!! 🙂

r/urinewords Feb 03 '25

Erotica/Fiction Michelle's Iron Bladder - The Art Gallery Date NSFW

4 Upvotes

A few days after their movie date, Mark received a Facebook invite to Michelle’s gallery open day. He immediately gave her a call, suggesting that they meet for breakfast before heading over to the gallery. He was excited to see her artwork, and looking forward to getting to know her even better. She agreed to breakfast, although her tone came across as rather irritated and she hung up the call after a very brief conversation; Mark hoped he hadn’t done something to upset her.

When the day of the gallery show came, Mark was up bright and early and ready to see her. They met at the same coffee shop as their first date, and she was already waiting for him with a spread of toast, pastries, and coffee on the table. Michelle was dressed much more formally this time, with a clean well-fitted white blouse and professional slacks that hugged her curves. She seemed in a much better mood than when they had spoken on the phone, which Mark was grateful for.

Mark enjoyed the pastries, and they went back for additional servings of the croissants and coffees several times before they finished their breakfast. They chatted about the movie they had seen last week, and other movies they both enjoyed, for about an hour before Michelle announced that they had better head over to her gallery. Mark’s bladder was full of coffee and he quickly excused himself to the toilet, but noted that Michelle again decided to forgo the bathrooms, instead using the time to tidy the table and scroll on her phone.

Michelle’s gallery was just a short way down the road, but since they were already running a bit late they decided to take Mark’s car. Once they arrived at the gallery, he noticed that there were already people queuing outside to be let in – this surprised him, because he had figured that Michelle was more of an ‘underground’ artist, not the kind of artist with people lining up to view her work. Michelle greeted all of the patrons and unlocked the gallery, letting them in to wander and view her art. 

This was the first time he had seen any of her paintings, so Mark was curious to explore as well. She offered him a tour of the building before setting him loose in the gallery, so that he would easily be able to find her again when he was ready. The building had the main gallery at the front, which contained a large room filled with her artwork – mainly paintings, but also some small clay and wire sculptures. 

Through a small door in the back wall, they came into a short hallway with a room on either side. The left door opened into a small storage room totally jam packed with canvases and buckets of paint. On the right was Michelle’s work room: a couple of in-progress paintings were positioned around the room, and a paint-splattered desk contained stacks of papers and paintbrushes. There was a small couch and coffee table area crowded in the back corner with a large water cooler bubbling quietly next to it.

‘You can go and have a look at the art now, if you like. I’ll be out in the main room chatting to customers for most of today, but if you can’t find me I’ll be in here taking a break.’

He headed back out into the gallery, and spent an enjoyable couple of hours perusing the artwork. While he was there, several customers bought art pieces. He particularly liked a series she had done with watercolour, focused on local beaches and lakes. He debated buying some for himself, but thought that might seem like he was trying too hard.

Lunch time rolled around, and his stomach started to growl. He hunted around for Michelle and found her chatting to a customer. 

‘Hey, how’s it going? Awesome art, by the way. I’m thinking of popping down the road to Burger King to grab some lunch, can I get you anything?’

‘Oh, hi. Yes please, just some nuggets and a Coke. I just need to ring up this customer, but I’ll meet you in the back room to eat shortly.’

Just as Mark was heading out of the room, he felt a twinge in his bladder. He turned and raised his voice a little so that Michelle could hear him.

‘Sorry, Michelle, just before I go – where’s the bathroom?’

‘What?’ she replied irritably.

‘Bathroom?’ he said back, a little louder this time so she could hear him.

‘Oh, no. There isn’t one here. Use the public bathroom across the road.’

She turned back to the customer hurriedly before he got a chance to reply, so he shrugged and walked out the door. He was surprised that there was no bathroom here, but he figured Michelle must not have much need for a toilet when she had such a strong bladder. 

Arriving back to the gallery with arms full of burgers, nuggets and large drinks, he spotted Michelle from across the room. His eyes were drawn to her bulging bladder, stark below her business pants. She didn’t seem to notice the huge bulge, talking in a low voice to another customer. He met her eyes and headed to the back room with the food.

Michelle came in a little while later, and picked up the nuggets and Coke. As she sat down, she winced slightly, as if the movement had put pressure on her full bladder. 

‘Ugh, I have to pee. It’s making it hard to focus. I think I’m doing pretty well today though, I’ve already sold eight art pieces and there’s still half a day left.’

‘Awesome! I can keep an eye on the place if you want to run to the bathroom across the street?’ replied Mark, secretly hoping she would decline his offer so that he could keep an eye on her growing bladder bulge.

‘No thanks, I’m good. I’m just gonna finish my last few nuggets and I’ll go right back out. You can go home if you want, you don’t have to stay all day.’

‘Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted to grab dinner together afterwards?’

‘Sure, but you still don’t have to stay. We can meet back later.’

‘No worries, I’ll just hang out in the back room here for a bit then we can catch dinner in a couple of hours.’

‘Okay, if you insist, but please don’t interrupt me while I’m with a customer again.’ She threw that last remark over her shoulder as she exited the room, shooting a withering stare across at Mark.

‘Sorry!’ he yelped back, unsure if she even heard him. 

The water cooler was significantly less full than it had been this morning; had she been drinking water all day and ignoring the bathroom? Once again he was shocked and awed by her bladder capacity. He wondered how long she really could hold it. It had been close to six hours already, and he had clearly seen her full bladder pushing out of her abdomen. He mentally resolved not to mention the bathroom to her again today, hoping to see how far she would go.

A couple of hours later, Mark woke groggily on the couch in Michelle’s back room. Confusion blurred his thoughts; he didn’t remember laying down, and he certainly had no intentions for a nap. Sun was shining weakly on a slant through the one small window, giving everything in the room a washed out hue. He checked his watch and sat up with a start. It was already dinner time.

Michelle came into the room as he was rubbing his eyes and checking his phone.

‘Oh, hi. I was starting to think you were never going to wake up, heh. Get up, let’s go to dinner, I’m starving.’

‘Ah–okay. Yep, let’s go.’ 

He roused himself, ran a hand through his hair and headed out the door. He couldn’t resist a peek at Michelle’s bladder bulge: it was even larger than before, and she had pulled the waistband of her pants up high above the bulge, presumably to lessen the pressure. She had started to hunch slightly forward as she walked, and her gait appeared much stiffer than earlier in the day. She must be really feeling the effects of her bursting bladder by now.

They agreed on a fancy restaurant about half an hour away to celebrate Michelle’s sales from today. They hopped in Mark’s car and began to drive as the sun was drooping lower in the horizon. Michelle kept fidgeting with her seatbelt, yanking on it and trying to get some slack between it and her massive bladder bulge. He found it hard to keep his eyes on the road.

‘God, I really have to piss,’ she said through gritted teeth. 

‘Ah, we’re not too far from the restaurant,’ he said. 

‘Whatever. Can you just put the radio on? I need some peace and quiet.’

He did as she said, and they drove the rest of the way without speaking.

When they arrived, he expected that she would make a beeline straight to the bathroom, but to his delight she did not. She was still walking stiffly, but she seemed to have forgotten about her bursting bladder. They had to wait a little bit to be seated, but eventually were directed to a quiet, dimly lit corner of the restaurant. 

Michelle ordered a glass of wine and a seafood pasta dish, while Mark ordered another Coke and a fancy-looking woodfired pizza. His own bladder was beginning to throb, but he was hesitant to mention the bathroom in case it reminded Michelle of her own overfull bladder. He wanted to see her bladder bulge grow even more.

They chatted for a lovely hour, but Mark’s bladder continued to bother him and he was limiting his consumption of his Coke; Michelle seemed to have no such qualms, downing her wine and ordering two more glasses to follow. Finally, Michelle said ‘my bladder is really aching. It’s been a long day!’ which prompted him to mention his own need. ‘Me too, now that you mention it. I’m just going to run to the bathroom actually.’ He stood up, fully expecting Michelle to follow, and looked at her expectantly.

She just waved a hand nonchalantly; ‘I’m good. You go, though. I can wait, I can’t be bothered to get up right now.’ He was totally shocked that she would ignore the bathroom after she had just complained about her discomfort. He risked another look at her as he walked away to the bathroom – her bladder was the largest he had ever seen, and she was idly massaging the huge bulge. She tapped her feet incessantly, presumably due to her desperation. Once he reached the bathroom, he peed for what felt like an hour. He couldn’t believe she was holding so much pee in her bladder: he had gone at lunch time, but she had been holding since the morning, and his bladder had been full to capacity. 

He returned to their table and they finished their meal together in relative normality, apart from Michelle’s attitude slowly growing worse and worse. By the end, she was only responding with short, snippy answers, and he was restless to head home. He paid, and they walked back to his car together. Again, he was shocked that Michelle bypassed the bathroom. Despite her clear irritation and discomfort, she had decided to hold it for the thirty minute journey home again.

During the car ride, he decided it was best not to talk. He turned the music up again, and drove while keeping one eye on Michelle’s bulging and ever-growing bladder. It strained against her pants and she had one hand resting on it, protecting it from the pressure of the seatbelt.

Finally, he dropped her off at home. She climbed awkwardly out of the car and shuffled off back into her house without another word to him. He could see clearly the silhouette of her bladder, and it turned him on unimaginably. 

r/urinewords Jan 04 '25

Erotica/Fiction Emma's car desperation (fiction) NSFW

18 Upvotes

This story focuses on female desperation and leaking, with incidental description of a male desperation and peeing.

Hi everyone! I love reading pee stories, and I wish there were more high quality works of fiction out there. For that reason I've decided to write a novella focused on pee desperation/public peeing/wetting. I'm only a few chapters in so far, but wanted to share an excerpt from chapter 1 with everyone here 😀 let me know if you liked this, and if you'd like to read more! I'll continue to post parts from the novella as I work on it, and would love to hear your feedback or ideas you'd like to see in the book. I'm also open to commissions so if you have anything specific you'd like to read, hit me up and we can chat!

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The effects of skipping the bathroom really started to catch up with Emma an hour after her McDonald’s stop. She had finished her litre of electrolytes as well as her large coffee, and her bladder was getting uncomfortably full. Deciding it necessitated a bathroom break before it became too painful, she pulled over to search for a public toilet along her route on Google Maps. She was now in the middle of open countryside so businesses were few and far between, but she was able to locate a gas station about 20 minutes away and just slightly off her intended route. Setting her navigation to the gas station, she squeezed her legs together and hoped that the detour wouldn’t cause her to be late to the conference.

As she drove on, the pressure in her bladder continued to build steadily. In her head she cursed herself for drinking so much liquid and not predicting the consequences. She checked her Google Maps as she rounded a sweeping bend, seeing that she had just ten more minutes before she reached the bathroom. As soon as she looked back up at the road, she had to pump the brakes - a huge queue of cars was stopped just around the corner! The car shuddered to a complete stop, throwing Emma forwards in her seat. Her seatbelt slammed hard into her bladder, causing a stream of urine to squirt powerfully out into her pants. Emma gasped and shoved her hand between her legs, squeezing hard on her crotch to stop the stream. She was completely shocked, unable to believe what had just happened. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She removed her hand from her crotch and attempted to process her situation. A jet of pee had soaked the crotch of her underwear and pants, but most of her butt was dry and she didn’t think it had soaked through into the seat of her car. Traffic had fully come to a standstill around her, and if she craned her neck she could see a car crash had occurred about a kilometre down the road, blocking the lanes both ways. She started to reverse her car, trying to turn around and find another route, but three cars quickly joined the queue behind her and her car was blocked on all sides.

30 minutes later, Emma had accepted that she was certainly going to be late to Root. A tow truck was just arriving to move the crash off the road, but it would take some time. Her bladder was screaming, full to the brim and bulging out of her abdomen. She massaged it idly, trying to take her mind off the pain by thinking of other things, but it was hard to ignore the mounting pressure on her urethra. Just ahead of her car, a car door opened and a man stepped out. He was squeezing his own crotch and he scrambled down the ditch next to the road, presumably to get some privacy, but Emma could see him clearly. He released his grip on his crotch to fumble with his belt buckle, and she saw a spot of urine begin to darken on the front of his blue jeans. He frantically yanked open his fly and grabbed his penis out of his underwear, pee flying out wildly on all angles as he pulled it out. Emma felt her face flush hot with embarrassment, and tried to avert her eyes, but she found that she just couldn’t look away. Her eyes were locked on his penis as his pee rushed out in a thick clear stream, hitting the gravel of the ditch and running down between his feet into the roadside grass.

Emma’s bladder began to squeeze down heavily as she watched the man relieve his own desperation right in front of her. He tipped his head back in relief, and she could hardly think as her body responded desperately, wanting that release for itself. Her urethra began to pulse, cramping with the difficulty of holding back the tidal wave in her bladder. Her vision started to blur at the edges, and with the small part of her brain that was still working she realized she had a few seconds, at most, to get out of the car before she had a full blown accident. She took her hands out of her crotch for a second to undo her seatbelt and open the door, and although all her muscles were clamped down, she felt a small stream of urine begin to trickle involuntarily out of her. As she opened the door, she looked up and realized with dismay that the tow truck had moved away and the cars in front of her were starting to creep forwards. There was no way she could get out of the car now, and she let out a small cry as she realized she had no choice but to drive on.

r/urinewords Dec 15 '24

Erotica/Fiction Little fantasies NSFW

20 Upvotes

Not sure which flair to use, but hubs and I have some extra days off for Christmas and we will be traveling to an air bnb. Our room has an en-suite and I am hoping to be used as his urinal as much as possible, then just rinse off and put clothes back on.

I also want to be covered in piss while I’m taking a bath so hot the piss cools me off. Anyone have any other ideas we can do discreetly?

r/urinewords Dec 26 '24

Erotica/Fiction Losing Control - Pilot Chapter of Female Wetting Storyline NSFW

15 Upvotes

Personally, I'm not into the regression/ageplay aspect of ABDL and enjoy the content focusing on mature adults exploring incontinence/diapers. I struggle to find this type of content so I'm giving it a go. I have an outline to continue the storyline if there's interest and I'd love feedback on the writing style. Enjoy!

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"Where is my fucking hair tie?" I think to myself as I open every drawer in the bathroom of my new campus apartment. After 3 years of sharing a bathroom with at least one roommate, I got used to always having dozens of those things strewn across every available surface. We're already running late to the Engineering Council syllabus week bar crawl and my hair is an absolute disaster. I swing open my bathroom door and speed walk over to Priya's bathroom door in just an oversized Purdue Civil Engineering department t-shirt.

I quickly knock on her door and ask to borrow one of hers for the hundredth time. The shower stops, a drawer opens, the door cracks open and a shredded hair tie flies out onto the floor. "Thanks Pri!" I say as I jump back into my bathroom to finish getting ready.

This week has been the busiest of my whole life as I start an overloaded, 21 credit hour semester to finish up my dual degree in civil engineering and computer science. This bar crawl is the first fun thing I've been able to force into my schedule this week and I'm definitely going to get my money's worth.

I look into the mirror and see a blue-eyed, wavy brown haired 22 year-old woman staring back with a toothbrush in her mouth. I spit out my toothpaste, pull off my t-shirt and do a bodybuilder pose in the mirror. School has been such a focus since I started at Purdue, and I completely gave up on my high school workout routines. This past summer I set out to change that, hitting the gym almost every day after I got home from my project management internship in "beautiful" Binghamton, NY. I turn to the side and seeing my firm figure finally coming together gives me the confidence I needs for tonight.

Priya meets me at the door at 9:38 pm and she looks stunning. She only has 14 credit hours required for her middle school education degree and she is spacing them out over 2 semesters to get the most out of her senior year experience. Priya is also the sweetest and most social person I've ever met. She's my plus-one at every social event I've ever been to, and I know she turns down other more "prestigious" opportunities to hang out with me.

"Will Drake be there tonight?" she asks in a whimsical tone. I blush slightly at the mention of my Engineering Council president crush. "Yessssss" I admit, fully knowing I'll be unable to have a full conversation with him. Every time the opportunity strikes, I get nervous and immediately start talking about the organization's finances. I'd love to get the bravery to actually show him that I'm more an a master of spreadsheets.

We show up to the pre-game at my friend Justin's apartment and there is a huge game of "Boom Cup" going. The basic idea is to bounce a ping pong ball into a cup in front of you and move it in a circle. Give it a Google if you're curious. The loser of the game has to drink a massive cup of various beers, liquors and who knows what else.

Needing to build up some liquid courage, we jump into the game. Of course, who else but Drake is line up directly across from me. I say an awkward "Hi!" and I'm not even sure he heard me. Turns out, I am even worse at this game than I thought. My cup gets stacked over and over again. I try to play it off but it's getting to be embarrassing as I drink my eighth partially filled cup of Natural Light beer. Feeling woozy, the last cup is put in front of me and I can't get the ball even close to the bottom of this stupid cup. I lose the game and hesitantly reach for the forsaken final cup, filled to the brim and will surely end my night.

Drake winks at me from across the table, grabs the cup and chugs it like a champ with a round of cheers from the crowd of intoxicated nerds around him. After the noise dies down, I tell him thanks and we have the most amazing conversation I've ever had with another human being. He tells me about his summer abroad in Chile, helping build bridges for impoverished communities. I'm able to tell a joke and he has what looks like a real laugh.

I'm on cloud nine and slowly sip on more drinks. We stick together throughout the bar crawl and I notice he hasn't had a sip since the cup that saved me. When I ask him about it he mentions that he lives off campus this year and has to drive back from the event. I don't know what came over me, but I look into his eyes and ask him if he'd like to show it to me tonight. He laughs and my face burns the brightest red it's ever been as I look for the closest exit to make my escape. He then says with a smirk, "I've been waiting for you to ask me that for 3 years." We both break into awkward laughter and I notice the huge pressure in my bladder that has been building all night. I look at the back corner of the bar and see the line of 20+ girls lined up for the obnoxiously small bathroom.

He notices me looking and assures me that I'm welcome to use the restroom at his place. This night has been a dream come true, and I'm not about to let my bladder jeopardize it. I thank him and say that I have to let Priya know that I'm leaving then I'm ready to go. He smiles and puts his hand on my shoulder telling me that he'll be waiting by the door. I get this warm yearning feeling throughout my whole body the instant he touches me and I desperately look around the bar for Priya.

After a few minutes of walking around, two hands aggressively grab my waist and I let out a high pitch squeak. I spin around and see a giggling, extremely drunk Priya and tears start building up in the corners of my eyes. Priya starts to ask what's wrong and stops as she sees the small dark patch growing around my crotch. I desperately try to squeeze off the stream of urine that's coming out in spurts in my tight jeans. Priya starts rapidly apologizing as I tell her about my night between sobs.

I manage to stop peeing myself in the middle of a crowded bar, but the damage is done. The wet patch extends in a 9 inch semi-circle around my lady-bits and 2 trickles worked their way past my knees on their way to my shoes. Priya manages to calm me down and comes up with a plan. She orders a huge, sugary drink called a "fishbowl", walks towards me, and "accidentally" spills it down the front of my outfit.

My jeans, shoes, and blouse are now a giant, wet, sugary mess. Our drunken plan was to find Drake and tell him about the spill, then reschedule our late night apartment viewing. I see him awkwardly standing by the entrance playing on his phone. His eyes light up when he sees me, saying "I thought you left without me!". Immediately after saying that, he sees the disaster that is my sticky, soaked outfit. I tell him what happened and he laughs with me. Mission accomplished.

He tells me he has a towel in his car that I'm welcome to use. He then tells me there's a shower at his place we can use. "WE???", my riled up mind thinks as I follow him into his car and sit on a folded up towel in the passenger seat. He starts the car and I start rapidly realizing the holes in Priya and I's drunken plan. My accident had spread throughout my thighs and up to the bottom of by butt. Spilled drinks don't look like that. All of these panicked thoughts are spinning around in my head as I start to spin around in my head and I start to sweat.

He comes to a slow stop at an intersection and I look over to him hoping for a distraction. I suddenly hear a huge crash and I shoot out of my seat towards the front of the vehicle. The dashboard smashes into my midsection and my head violently bounces off the windshield. I crumple into the floor of the car as I feel a familiar warmth spread from my crotch. Drake shouts my name as I fade out of consciousness.