Flood Of Pleasure

Some background: I'd never done anything like this before. I've been into piss desperation and wetting for a long, long time but never engaged in it much IRL. Sometimes I'll wait until I have to piss before I masturbate because I like how it feels to hold it while pleasuring myself. That's about the most I ever do with the kink myself, it feels so good to tell my body

No

. But I've never actually pissed myself or anything like that, I would always make it to the bathroom after everything.

I've also never really talked about my omorashi kink in detail before. It's not that I'm

ashamed

of it, there's nothing wrong with kinky stuff as long as everyone involved gives consent. But come on, it's piss... That's a hard limit for a whole lot of people. So I keep it to myself and just quietly indulge myself; I do read/watch piss desperation content very often while getting off.

My love of omorashi is, at its base level, the same thing that drives most of my kinks: Control. And

losing

that control. Fighting your body, begging your muscles to keep clenching and holding on longer, using every ounce of strength to stop the inevitable flood. When your body finally wins--and it

always

wins--the wave of pleasure crashing over your entire body is euphoric. Whether you've made it to a toilet or make a mess of yourself, finally letting go is almost orgasmic.

But anyways. Onto Friday night! This whole session lasted a few hours from start to finish.

I've been ravenous lately and so easily aroused. It feels as if I've been like this forever, but it hasn't even been two weeks yet. I've been masturbating daily; sometimes just teasing and edging, sometimes cumming multiple times a day.

The other night I was in bed for a few hours just being horny... not touching myself at all, but watching videos, reading stories, scrolling Reddit, sexting a certain chatting partner. I would roll my hips a bit or grind on the bed a little every now and then.

I started needing to piss at one point during that prolonged teasing. I didn't want to stop and inevitably end up cooling off, so I figured I would just hold it like usual. It wasn't an urgent need yet, so it easily faded into the back of my mind and out of awareness.

Some time later, that urge made itself known again. While I was stroking and squeezing my clit, I leaked a few drops of piss. My arousal shot right up when that happened--I hadn't thought I could get more worked up than I already was, but I was wrong. My pussy was aching and I did some kegels just to feel

something

; I wasn't allowing myself any toys that night, so my pussy felt frustratingly empty. The clenching was both a slight relief and drove me even wilder.

This would usually be the point where I would admit defeat and take a break, run to the bathroom and have such a pleasurable, strong piss. But my desperately horny brain decided the solution to that was, uh...

I bolted to my dresser and pulled out every towel I could find. I laid one over the bed for protection and then dumped the rest onto my bed, within reach. I laid on my stomach, then sort of folded, sort of rolled one of the towels up and put it between my legs, pressing right up against my cunt. I tried not to grind on it but I slipped up a few times--it felt

so

good against my pussy and clit.

Honestly, the towels were part of why this was so,

so

arousing for me.

I've always loved when people piss... where they shouldn't? to avoid wetting themselves. Desperately relieving themself into a bottle or vase or some container is really hot. Some of my favorite videos even involve towels like I was doing.

The next time my bladder clenched I just let go for a few seconds. I didn't want to let it all out at once, though. I kept that up, allowing myself just a short bit of relief at a time. Stopping and starting, muscles struggling to stay in control, my arousal only rocketed even higher. My clit was on fire and I couldn't help but keep grinding on the towel and each time I let more urine out, the towel got wetter and warmer and slicker and I have

never

felt anything like that before.

I would sort of move and re-fold the towel a couple of times when the particular area I was pissing onto started to overflow, the urine soaking onto my hands when the cloth could hold no more. The hot piss cascading across my pussy while the towel was filling up... I don't even know if I can describe it and do it justice. The heat combined with the wetness had me shaking and my whole pussy and clit were begging for more, more of

everything

.

I entirely soaked through that towel in surprisingly little time. I cast that one aide, grabbed another, and immediately jammed it up against my cunt. The second I released my bladder again, the second I felt that

wetness

enveloping me, I was done for. I had to bite my pillow to keep quiet, but growls and whimpers still escaped.

Everything snapped and I came while grinding and rubbing against the wet cloth and forcing out more and more piss. An explosion of pleasurable heat enveloped my clit and my pussy was spasming fast and hard. I kept moving, I couldn't hold still. It dragged out my orgasm and I was dizzy from the pleasure.

I had several breaths, barely any rest after that release faded and the second orgasm washed over me. The sensation of this one focussed entirely on my clit. I cried into my pillow while my clit throbbed and twitched and I rubbed myself against the towel.

Even after my second orgasm had fully faded, I was still pissing in fits and starts for several minutes afterwards. I must have been holding in so much, I almost couldn't believe how much was still coming. I had to swap out towels again, then

again

. Once I was on the third towel, I was getting anxious. I only had one more spare, other than the towel I'd be laying on... I finally pushed and forced out my remaining piss as hard as I could, savoring the heavy stream and how it felt to soak the cloth in so little time. I didn't quite need the whole of that last towel.

Three. Three towels to entirely soak up the contents of my full, struggling bladder. That seems like so fucking much.

I laid in bed on my stomach just catching my breath and slowly calming down for a while. The final towel I had used stayed pressed up against my cunt, wet and warm so it took a while to totally relax. My clit felt pretty sore--roughed up from all of that feral grinding on the towels. A lowkey friction burn, if I'm honest.

Once I had recovered, I had a hot, calming,

refreshing

shower. Then I finally threw the wet towels into the wash and did a load of laundry--thankfully it was the middle of the night, so I was able to avoid my housemates while cleaning up after myself.