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The little tinkle dance has been a constant in my life, rushing to the toilet or bouncing uncomfortably outside of it if it was occupied. I think I first became aware of my bladder when I was a kid on one of those long family road trips. My dad was always the kind of guy who would express his annoyance when someone asked him to stop. He could guzzle coffee all day and go for hours, but liquid goes right through me. Always has.
When we'd be driving passing rest stops I'd get to shy to pipe up to ask him to stop. Scared to hear the disappointment in his voice as he'd start scouting for another gas station. Or the few times when I held it so long that it really couldn't wait and we'd need to pull over to find a bush on the side of the highway. It definitely made me bladder shy all throughout the rest of my life and to this day there's this sense of embarassment when I start to feel my bladder swell up. Needing to pee and not knowing where the bathroom is the most vulnerable experience for me.
Right now as a way of enforcing orgasm denial, on suggestion I have been drinking a lot of water before and during edging. So it becomes a waiting game of my bladder aching and complaining, me squirming across the couch. Both from teasing my clit with a vibe and my need to relieve myself and when I HAVE to pee, that edging session ends too. To try and associate the relief of pissing with the pleasure of an orgasm as a replacement.
Makes every trip to the bathroom feel so exciting. More into holding and deseperation than wetting, drinking kind of grosses me out but open to it.
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