Cute raccoon on the tree by Tambako The Jaguar
Via Flickr:
Another picture I like: a young and cute raccoon posing well on a branch!

Sometimes, closure arrives years later. Long after you stopped searching for it. You’re just sitting there, laughing this laugh that is unapologetically yours. As it trails off, the corners of your mouth hug your face and it hits you, ‘I’m happy’. It’s just like that. With no fanfare or epiphany. Suddenly, you are grateful for goodbyes that carried you to this moment; to the space you are now holding.

After holding for hours while I babysat, I was finally able to rush home 😳 When I got there I figured I could hold just a liiiitle bit longer, pretending I was holding in public while looking for a potty. I couldn’t help a couple of leaks 💧, but kept telling myself I could hold on. Eventually a huge wave got the best of me and a big squirt became a little trickle that I just couldn’t cut off 😖💧💧, making me weak until I had an uncontrollable accident in my panties and jeans 😫💦💦💦

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Today at work

so I arrived to work today with an empty bladder, knowing that my 7 hour Starbucks shift would be too long for me to hold throughout. I worked on support through the first 3 hours- cleaning, making coffee, restocking, before my first break. It’s only a little 15 minute so I decided to prioritize getting a muffin as my bladder wasn’t urgent yet. After my break I ended up going on cash, and it was fine until about an hour later (4.5 hours into my shift) when I started to feel my bladder twinge. I tried to just smile and stand as still as I could but I was filling up FAST. I lasted maaybe another half hour before I actually needed to go (still a 6.5/10, but enough I couldn’t stand completely still on cash) and went to go ask my supervisor if I could dart to the bathroom quickly before this HUGR rush of people came in. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to leave until they were through, I stayed on cash, and thankfully I don’t think anyone noticed me starting to shift and bounce in place. With 1.5 hours left, my supervisor came to tell me that she was so sorry she’d forgotten to schedule my break and that she couldn’t afford to do it now but would let me leave half an hour later. At this point my bladder was at about an 8/10 and all I could think about was just lasting another hour before I could let go. I almost didn’t hear her when she told me to go run bar. Making drinks on bar when you need to pee is hell normally. Making a bunch of shaken iced teas when your bladder is starting to bulge against the waistband of your khakis is torture. I was almost shaking near the end of my shift. With roughly ten minutes left there was no way I could stand still and i was terrified I’d lose control on the floor. When I finally clocked out I went and grabbed my bag from the back and darted towards the bathrooms, only to see a line of 6 people waiting. By this point I know that if I stayed I’d be dancing and holding myself, and I didn’t want to do that in front of my coworkers so I went to my car instead to drive home (I only live about 10 minutes away). Every bump was torture and I leaked about 3 times, 2-3 seconds each. By the time I reached my apartment my crotch was obviously darker than the rest of my pants. I went inside, frantically pressing the button for the elevator and after what seemed like hours, the doors finally opened and I could press the button to go up to the 4th floor. All alone on the elevator I couldn’t stop myself from dabbing my crotch and rocking back and forth, but when the doors opened I all but ran down the hall, struggling to hold myself as i shakily unlocked the door. Once i got inside, i froze, as I started leaking. Pee started leaking down my legs, into my shoes, the rush evident by the dark lines running down my pant legs. After about 8 seconds I finally got it under control. Peeled off my khakis and put on a nice pair of light grey pants instead. I’m currently at home now, admiring my swollen bladder and teasing myself to see how much longer I can hold this…..

I want you to stop running from thing to thing to thing, and to sit down at the table, to offer the people you love something humble and nourishing, like soup and bread, like a story, like a hand holding another hand while you pray. We live in a world that values us for how fast we go, for how much we accomplish, for how much life we can pack into one day. But I’m coming to believe it’s in the in-between spaces that our lives change, and that the real beauty lies there.
—  Shauna Niequist

Thank you to everyone who voted! 💜 I was absolutely desperate in my skirt and knee highs. I was bouncing and squirming so much, and I started to leak into my pink panties 🙊 I tried to stuff my skirt between my legs to help me hold, but then I leaked and made that wet too 😳😖 My legs started to shake as I couldn’t stop leaking until I finally just started flooding my panties in a full blown accident, making me give in and gush down into my socks 😫 Make sure to turn up the volume!☝️🔊

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Short Story From My Day

So I was working at a regatta today (for those of you not familiar, it’s what we call a competition in rowing) and was out part way down the course doing some times and note work. Anyhow that’s boring and besides the main point.
We finish up afternoon races and a fairly big launch (a boat, but flat like a platform) comes to pick us up and I immediately notice one girl standing to the side clutching a railing, legs crossed bouncing up and down. We’re about 8 minutes from the dock and you can tell she’s absolutely desperate to pee. About a minute into our trip back she laughs nervously and goes “would anyone mind if I just peed right here… kidding” but you can see the desperation in her eyes, and I know she’s not going to last much longer. By the time we reached the dock she was doing a full on pee dance, grabbing herself and bouncing up and down, already unbuttoning her pants to try and ease some pressure. I glanced over, trying not to stare, and caught a glimpse of her swollen bladder as her shirt lifted up. Holy crow, it was absolutely full. I could just imagine how badly she would’ve needed to go while working, and was fairly certain she must have leaked a little underneath her rain pants.
We get to the dock, and she immediately jumps off. I grab a bag and head up behind her into the main building. She pretty much booked it into the bathrooms as fast as she could and I follow her a little behind, standing at the sinks pretending to wash my hands in case anyone came in. I hear her start to whine as she struggles to take off her layers (it was freezing, she must’ve had 5 pairs of pants on) “awww fuck fuck fuck, nooooo. Fuck I have to go, I have to go, fuck I’m gonna pee myself” you know, what normally comes out when you’re at the end ;)
I hear a splattering and look to see pee starting to run down her leggings and onto the floor, and realize that she must not have gotten all the pairs of pants off in time. She started to moan in relief, and tried to sit down on the toilet, but it was too late for it to really do anything.

I had to leave about then to get back to work, but seeing someone actually get desperate enough to pee themselves was probably the highlight of my week.

Pee holding omorashi questions

Send an ask with a number or multiple numbers for all your omorashi friends to answer!

1. When and why did you start holding?
2. Do you wet? Do you leak a lot?
3. Do you do either in public?
4. When and how was your first wetting experience?
5. What’s your favorite outfit to wet/leak/hold in?
6. Favorite cup or bottle to drink from while holding?
7. Favorite beverage to drink while holding?
8. Favorite position to release in?
9. Do you wear diapers?
10. Do you intentionally wet the bed?
11. Do you masturbate while holding? Directly after releasing?
12. Longest hold?
13. Longest pee?
14. Do you pee edge?
15. How long have you been practicing holding?
16. How often do you hold?
17. Funniest holding experience?
18. Most embarrassing holding experience?
19. Best holding experience?
20. Worst holding experience?
21. How much can you usually hold before having to release?
22. Favorite fantasy?