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No, I'm not going to jump up and drink a glass of pee or get someone to do that with me. I think that's gross. No, it's something different. The Japanese have a word that's close to how I feel. That word is Omorashi. It's not a perfect fit for me either, but it's close. Simply put, nothing gets my heart pounding fast and my body tingling more than the thought of someone locked in an epic battle against the pushing of their own bladder. More so, if it's someone I love or someone I trust, and that special someone will let me be there to hold them, to touch them, and to be with them while it's happening, that alone is often enough to bring me to orgasm. I think that's enough for now about why I'm drawn to these thoughts. Instead, what I really wanted to write about was this particular memory that came back to me today. \n\n\tTwo years and a half ago, I was on the school soccer team. There wasn't really much out of the ordinary about it, except that our coach loved torturing us with long post-game analysis sessions. On this day, like many, he got started immediately after the game ended. If you've ever played a team sport at a school with many teams and one set of locker rooms, you might already know where this is going. Sure enough, we had this problem where other teams were often changing and hogging the locker rooms while we were on the pitch. That in itself isn't so bad, but when you combine the lack of locker room access with the rush of parents and other spectators needing to use the few school restrooms that were available, it meant that we often couldn't get to them during the game or even during the half-time break. That's right. We all had to hold it from the start of the game to the time we could get away after the game.. and our coach loved to waste no time in starting the mandatory sessions.\n\n\tCoach wasn't a jerk at all. He was totally oblivious to it. After all, he wasn't the one that had to keep hydrated during the matches. He wasn't the one that was full to bursting at the end of a long game that went into extra time, like this day's game did. Therefore, he had absolutely no clue why half of us groaned when he pulled out the big flip-pad the moment the game ended. We were in for a long one. I don't know how, but most of the girls kept their composure as we all walked to the corner of the now empty field and sat down for the lesson. As usual, I slipped toward the back and sat in the last row. Although there weren't many of us, you could usually get away with paying less attention if you weren't right up front. This was doubly true because Coach rarely looked back at us while going through his thorough play-by-play.\n\n\tIt was about fifteen minutes in that I saw there was a problem. Immediately to my right, Cara, a lynx in her first year on the team and at school, had her hand raised and she waving frantically in an attempt to get his attention should he turn around. She was blushing furiously, and she couldn't sit still. I looked over into her eyes, and there was a pained, desperate expression on her face. Anyone that's ever spent time around young ones would know that look all too well. I remember glancing around and seeing that no one else had noticed. Katie, a leopard with whom I had shared a similar moment early on in the season (and there's a story about it that I will tell in the future), was on my left. She had dozed off. I can't blame her. Everyone ahead of us was either letting their minds wander or paying complete attention to the coach, so there was no one else to see her plight.. and Cara was on the edge of whimpering.\n\n\tShe had seen me looking, and was looking right back at me now, as if pleading for help. We all knew not to interrupt Coach when he got going on a roll like he was. It was bad for everyone. Cara was clearly in trouble though, and there was nothing that could be done. I was just about to stand up and risk trouble for the team when I heard her gasp. I looked over at Cara again and saw her suddenly shift and fidget. What was this? She was pulling her shorts down, right there! It took only a second to know how dire her situation was. I couldn't help but look closer. Sure enough, she couldn't hold it any longer, and she was wetting herself right there, in the grass, right beside me. Forget Coach. My attention was completely on Cara now. If anyone else looked now, they'd know something was wrong, but not necessarily what.. but to me, being so close, she was on full display and I could see everything. I bit my lip and looked back up into her eyes and saw them filling with tears.\n\n\tMy mind was a blur. Before I realized it, I had reached over and taken her hand in mine, squeezing it gently in reassurance. I was also smiling a soft, understanding smile, and I could feel her relax. Her hand was.. I don't know if it was damp or cold, but I know I felt something. I slipped closer to her, my leg right against hers, with the intention of whispering to her without anyone noticing. This close, I could now hear the soft sounds of trickling water, and it immediately set my bladder to throbbing with the need to empty itself. It was enough to make me gasp. I tried to hold on, but I knew that I, too, was now in trouble. My eyes flicked from Cara's eyes to.. and that was it. With a sudden tremble and a quick motion, I slipped my shorts and panties down to mid-thigh and barely in time, and I joined my teammate in naughty, desperate relief in the grass.\n\n\tCara was just as stunned now. Both of us were blushing brightly, and neither of us could look away from each other. We squeezed each other's hands tightly while the feeling of warmth spread around beneath us. By the time we were done, I'm fairly certain that our fur was damp not with just our own, but with each other's scents, too. Was that a nervous giggle I heard? At least she was smiling again, and the tears were gone. Good thing Coach was finishing up the review of the last play, so we could go and wash up in a moment.\n\n\tWait, what?!? Startled like a deer caught in headlights, we both suddenly realized we were about to get caught with our pants down, literally. Good thing we came back to reality right then. Everyone else only heard a sudden *thump* right when Coach was turning around after letting us go for the night. Everyone turned and looked at the sound, but they only saw the two of us sitting there calmly, a couple feet behind where we had been moments ago. Katie blinked her eyes open and looked around, confused. There were a couple soft giggles as people realized that someone had fallen asleep, but no one gave her any trouble for it. We had gotten away with it!\n\n\tCara and I slowly walked back toward the locker room, giggling quietly to ourselves as we saw a few of our teammates sprint ahead with rushed words about the torment of aching bladders. Cara and I just gave each other a knowing glance and a smile before following them inside.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Dear Diary,
\tAs I sit here, unable to sleep, bored and in a naughty mood yet again, I'm often drawn into passing memories, thoughts, or daydreams. My mind often settles on memories of times where I might have had a chance to do something more, but didn't. Today was no different.
\tLet me start this off by saying that I really have this thing for wet play. It's not the kind of thing like you see on those internet pictures and stories at all. No, I'm not going to jump up and drink a glass of pee or get someone to do that with me. I think that's gross. No, it's something different. The Japanese have a word that's close to how I feel. That word is Omorashi. It's not a perfect fit for me either, but it's close. Simply put, nothing gets my heart pounding fast and my body tingling more than the thought of someone locked in an epic battle against the pushing of their own bladder. More so, if it's someone I love or someone I trust, and that special someone will let me be there to hold them, to touch them, and to be with them while it's happening, that alone is often enough to bring me to orgasm. I think that's enough for now about why I'm drawn to these thoughts. Instead, what I really wanted to write about was this particular memory that came back to me today.
\tTwo years and a half ago, I was on the school soccer team. There wasn't really much out of the ordinary about it, except that our coach loved torturing us with long post-game analysis sessions. On this day, like many, he got started immediately after the game ended. If you've ever played a team sport at a school with many teams and one set of locker rooms, you might already know where this is going. Sure enough, we had this problem where other teams were often changing and hogging the locker rooms while we were on the pitch. That in itself isn't so bad, but when you combine the lack of locker room access with the rush of parents and other spectators needing to use the few school restrooms that were available, it meant that we often couldn't get to them during the game or even during the half-time break. That's right. We all had to hold it from the start of the game to the time we could get away after the game.. and our coach loved to waste no time in starting the mandatory sessions.
\tCoach wasn't a jerk at all. He was totally oblivious to it. After all, he wasn't the one that had to keep hydrated during the matches. He wasn't the one that was full to bursting at the end of a long game that went into extra time, like this day's game did. Therefore, he had absolutely no clue why half of us groaned when he pulled out the big flip-pad the moment the game ended. We were in for a long one. I don't know how, but most of the girls kept their composure as we all walked to the corner of the now empty field and sat down for the lesson. As usual, I slipped toward the back and sat in the last row. Although there weren't many of us, you could usually get away with paying less attention if you weren't right up front. This was doubly true because Coach rarely looked back at us while going through his thorough play-by-play.
\tIt was about fifteen minutes in that I saw there was a problem. Immediately to my right, Cara, a lynx in her first year on the team and at school, had her hand raised and she waving frantically in an attempt to get his attention should he turn around. She was blushing furiously, and she couldn't sit still. I looked over into her eyes, and there was a pained, desperate expression on her face. Anyone that's ever spent time around young ones would know that look all too well. I remember glancing around and seeing that no one else had noticed. Katie, a leopard with whom I had shared a similar moment early on in the season (and there's a story about it that I will tell in the future), was on my left. She had dozed off. I can't blame her. Everyone ahead of us was either letting their minds wander or paying complete attention to the coach, so there was no one else to see her plight.. and Cara was on the edge of whimpering.
\tShe had seen me looking, and was looking right back at me now, as if pleading for help. We all knew not to interrupt Coach when he got going on a roll like he was. It was bad for everyone. Cara was clearly in trouble though, and there was nothing that could be done. I was just about to stand up and risk trouble for the team when I heard her gasp. I looked over at Cara again and saw her suddenly shift and fidget. What was this? She was pulling her shorts down, right there! It took only a second to know how dire her situation was. I couldn't help but look closer. Sure enough, she couldn't hold it any longer, and she was wetting herself right there, in the grass, right beside me. Forget Coach. My attention was completely on Cara now. If anyone else looked now, they'd know something was wrong, but not necessarily what.. but to me, being so close, she was on full display and I could see everything. I bit my lip and looked back up into her eyes and saw them filling with tears.
\tMy mind was a blur. Before I realized it, I had reached over and taken her hand in mine, squeezing it gently in reassurance. I was also smiling a soft, understanding smile, and I could feel her relax. Her hand was.. I don't know if it was damp or cold, but I know I felt something. I slipped closer to her, my leg right against hers, with the intention of whispering to her without anyone noticing. This close, I could now hear the soft sounds of trickling water, and it immediately set my bladder to throbbing with the need to empty itself. It was enough to make me gasp. I tried to hold on, but I knew that I, too, was now in trouble. My eyes flicked from Cara's eyes to.. and that was it. With a sudden tremble and a quick motion, I slipped my shorts and panties down to mid-thigh and barely in time, and I joined my teammate in naughty, desperate relief in the grass.
\tCara was just as stunned now. Both of us were blushing brightly, and neither of us could look away from each other. We squeezed each other's hands tightly while the feeling of warmth spread around beneath us. By the time we were done, I'm fairly certain that our fur was damp not with just our own, but with each other's scents, too. Was that a nervous giggle I heard? At least she was smiling again, and the tears were gone. Good thing Coach was finishing up the review of the last play, so we could go and wash up in a moment.
\tWait, what?!? Startled like a deer caught in headlights, we both suddenly realized we were about to get caught with our pants down, literally. Good thing we came back to reality right then. Everyone else only heard a sudden *thump* right when Coach was turning around after letting us go for the night. Everyone turned and looked at the sound, but they only saw the two of us sitting there calmly, a couple feet behind where we had been moments ago. Katie blinked her eyes open and looked around, confused. There were a couple soft giggles as people realized that someone had fallen asleep, but no one gave her any trouble for it. We had gotten away with it!
\tCara and I slowly walked back toward the locker room, giggling quietly to ourselves as we saw a few of our teammates sprint ahead with rushed words about the torment of aching bladders. Cara and I just gave each other a knowing glance and a smile before following them inside.","pools_count":0,"title":"Stories from the Soccer Team: Post-game yellow card","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"2","views":"174","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}