Accidentally Desperate (Solo F)
I’ve been into desperation for as long as I can remember, but have just recently started experimenting with actually trying it out myself. Below is a combination of two experiences actually – but both with similar endings, so it’s okay ? This is my second time writing it out and sharing, I hope you enjoy as much as I did!
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“Come on…” I thought to myself, tapping my foot. The bus was always a couple of minutes later than the schedule suggested, but now it had been at least 5 minutes since it usually showed up.
I had to rush out of the house to make sure I’d get to the store with enough time to get my groceries before it closed – the restrictions making stores close early had been an ongoing source of frustration and stress in my life. I had to stop at the corner store to break a bill for bus change, and grabbed a drink since I was super thirsty.
I ended up chugging half of it before getting on my bus to the store and finishing it before going inside, and that plus not peeing before leaving was starting to cause a problem for me now, standing at the busy stop waiting for the bus. I wasn’t feeling completely desperate yet, but there was enough pressure building in my bladder that I was getting nervous. I kept tapping my foot, hoping that it would just look like I was really into my music, but really it was so I could keep something moving to have a bit of control.
The minutes dragged on and on, my foot tapping slowly becoming faster and more erratic. Finally, I could see the bus coming over the hill towards us, and I hastily grabbed my bags and got ready to get on. Usually I let everyone on before me, but I needed to sit down as soon as I could to put some pressure on my crotch. Since I was first on, I went straight to the back of the bus.
At first sitting down was a huge relief, but then it quickly turned into fear as the bus started moving and I realized I’d feel every bump back here more than I would’ve at the front of the bus. The road definitely needed some work, and every bump was agonizing. I could feel my bladder getting jostled around, and with each bump it took more and more effort to hold on and not accidentally spurt. With my bags on my lap I couldn’t cross my legs, but I held my thighs together as tightly as I could, trying not to let them shake too much. The bus was packed, and while most people were facing away from me, it still felt like everyone knew what was going on, and I didn’t want to make it too obvious. Still, I couldn’t help but feel super turned on by the whole situation.
In what felt like forever but was only about 10 minutes, I finally got close to my stop. I got my backpack on and bags ready in my hands so I could put off standing up as long as possible. When the bus stopped, I quickly shot out of my seat and to the back door, which took a full second of agony to open. As I stepped down onto the concrete, a spurt surprised me by shooting into my panties, which caused me to stumble slightly. I turned to cross the road, and to my horror there were too many cars to cross right away. I couldn’t help but step from foot to foot as I waited, hoping that I would just look impatient and not desperate. Another spurt came out, and then another as the road finally cleared and I could run across to my building. My panties were starting to feel really wet and warm, which made it feel even harder to hold on.
I managed to hold on until I made it up the stairs and into my door, where I dropped my bags and shoved my hands into my crotch and letting out a slight moan. It felt like if I moved at all, I would lose control completely. However, I had meat and other fridge things to put away, and now that I could hold as obviously as I wanted to, I decided to see if I could get it all put away before going to pee. Once the wave ended, I got started, and it was absolute torture. I had to continually keep squatting down to put things at the bottom of the fridge, and it went so much slower than normal with one hand shoved against my crotch the whole time. My legs were shaking so hard and I kept having to stop and let waves pass over me. Spurts kept shooting out, and my pants were starting to feel a bit damp against my hand.
I finally shoved the last of the drinks into the fridge and ran for the bathroom, both hands against my crotch. However, I had a plan. Instead of sitting down on the toilet right away, I took off my clothes, only taking my hands off my crotch for as long as I had to, and after waiting for the wave that came from that to pass, I stepped into the shower. I had discovered a thread on Facebook of all places of girls discussing peeing standing up, and I wanted to try it out and have some fun with it.
I slowly pulled back on my vulva the way one girl had described, pinching between my clit and vagina and pulling up. I didn’t let go though right away, my legs shaking and moans slipping out of my mouth. I watched as spurts starting coming out, slowly and then speeding up, which felt so torturous and yet made my clit start thumping and my pussy feel like it was on fire.
Finally, I pushed with all my strength, and my stream shot out ahead of me by at least a foot. My mouth dropped at the sight, and a quiet “oh my fucking god” came out without me realizing. It hit the wall of the shower in front of me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. After a minute or two it finally slowed down, and then stopped. I stood there for another minute, breathing heavily, and then turned on the shower. I was so turned on, and started to stroke my pussy, letting out another moan at the feeling of it still wet from peeing, but also so soaked from being so horny too. I leaned back against the wall and couldn’t help but start rubbing my clit as fast as I could right away. It had been begging to be touched since I got off the bus, and finally doing so felt incredible. It didn’t take long before I felt an orgasm wash over me, my head back and eyes closed as my legs trembled yet again.
Still leaning against the back wall of the shower, I felt my pussy calming down and then felt my bladder twitch, sore from holding on to so much for so long. Sighing happily, I started to wash my hair, looking forward to the fact I’d be feeling the effects of this hold all night.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mg95k6/accidentally_desperate_desperation_solo_f