u/avafier
I’m at my breaking point. I need to go so bad but I’m in a situation where I have to hold it in. I keep imagining someone catching me, watching me. I get all flusterated and turn on just thinking about it. I want to be bad. I want to let it rip and not care who sees. I want someone to catch me in the act and maybe even enjoy it. Does anyone else feel like their bladder is just an evil trickster that’s trying to get me caught? 😈💦
So there I was, checking in at this exclusive 'holistic wellness retreat' I booked online. The emails mentioned 'transformative experiences' and 'community connection,' but honestly, I was just stressed from my corporate job and needed a break. The host, a perky woman in a tight white tank top, gave me a 'welcome massage' that felt... too enthusiastic. By day two, I realized the 'yoga sessions' were excuses for group nudity. The instructor, Marcus (F4M), kept lingering during my poses, his eyes on my ass through the 'see-through' linen pants I wore. On day three, I found a private room filled with couples mid-coitus. No one stopped. I watched, then joined. It started with a man (F4M) offering to 'relax me' with oral while another couple (F4M) fingered me from behind. I couldn't stop moaning. By day four, I was sprawled on a mat, Marcus deep-throating me while a woman (F4A) licked my clit. I came so hard I bit his shoulder. They all laughed, called me 'hungry.' Now I crave it daily. My husband never has to know...