There's A Moth In My Room And It Keeps Walking On My Porn >:/

PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT

Hassian had planned to track this Proudhorn Sernuk for weeks. For hours, he had followed its tracks, moving silently. However, he was slowed down by one thing- you. You had offered to tag along since Tau was sick. Without his plumehound’s nose, he would have to work twice as hard to track it. You had selflessly offered to assist him in any way you could, but your footsteps were heavy and your aim… needed work. Hassian would be amused if the stakes were lesser. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer. After a few hours, he set down his bow and quiver.

“You okay?” You asked, self conscious. You knew you were slower and clunkier than him. You ran your hand through your hair as he sighed.

“Yeah. It’s fine. Let’s just set up camp.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” You asked, glancing at the moons.

“Do you know how to pitch a tent?” He snapped, but when you nodded he relaxed a bit. “Then pitch the tent. I’ll gather firewood.” He glanced around nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets quickly and left.

“Do you need help? The sun is setting and it-” Your voice trailed off as he was already out of earshot. “might take too long.”

You pitched the tent effortlessly. Darkness fell over the camp, but there was no sign of Hassian. Growing worried, you headed into the forest. After being spooked by a chapaa in the brush, you finally saw his silhouette, his bow high and an arrow drawn. You crept closer, careful to be quiet. The beautiful deer was eating grass, white and blue light emanating from its body. It was so close, but Hassian did not fire. You could see the profile of his face and in the bright light of the sernuk’s magic, you could see a single tear rolling down Hassian’s face. The moment was tender, intimate, beautiful even. Did the hunter regret killing his prey that badly? Was he afraid to do it? Was he overwhelmed by its beauty? Hassian’s eyes were locked on the animal, but he seemed frozen.

Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan. The deer perked up before darting away. The only light emanated from Hassian’s torch, propped a few feet away. You grabbed it and ran to him.

“Hassian! Are you alright?” You called as you raced towards him. Horror filled his eyes as he saw you. You stared at him blankly until you understood his distress. His pants were darkening, piss drenching the leather. “Hassian…”

“Stop- don’t look!” His voice dripped with anger and humiliation. He sank to his knees, a puddle forming around him as the dirt struggled to handle the amount of liquid it was being given. You smiled weakly, muttering things like ‘it’s okay’ and other small condolences. Eventually, his stream slowed to a trickle. His face was a deep purple and you suddenly realized you’d never seen a Majiri blush. After a beat of silence, you reached down your hand to help him up.

“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes.” You tried to smile reassuringly. You tried to quell feelings of arousal- not only was it inappropriate in the moment, but you were a bit worried that if you showed any enjoyment, one of his arrows might end up too close for comfort.

“I don’t have any.” He quickly wiped his tears. “When I go on hunting trips, I don’t pack clothes. That would just slow me down.”

“Alright. Well, come on back to camp.” You grasped his hand and pulled him up. He cringed but moved with you. As you both walked back to camp, you heard him sniffle a couple times.

“Go ahead and take those off.” You gestured toward his drenched pants.

“No, no I-” He stammered, horrified.

“What, you want to stay in those?” You raised an eyebrow, starting to chuckle. “Just take them off.” He took them off and stood still in his soaked cotton briefs. You waited expectantly and he stripped them off. He covered himself and you quickly turned.

“Where are you going?” He demanded, fear rising in his voice.

“The river, just a few paces away. Come on, you need a wash.” He followed with his head down, hands gripping his dick and balls. You washed his clothes and he splashed water on his lap and thighs to clean himself up. After a while, you both walked to camp.

“Alright bud, these should be dry by morning. We can find the sernuk when your pants are dry.”

I'm at a 7/10 but not peeing until I finish all my Duolingo quests AND the XP boost runs out

Oops, a serious post, beware

It's weird because I've had an omo kink for most of my life, but I'd rather not. The life I live is not kink friendly and it's just going to get less piss centered. This page and community has been great because I've had so much shame about piss stuff. I've literally considered exiting the flesh suit bc of my omo kink. This has alleviated so much shame, but I'm one long term partner away from logging off and not coming back. I know this. I never thought I would be that woman who is a lovely wife, mother, member of the community, etc. but yorks it to weird shit behind closed doors. I think that's my future though. So much of my life is so close to erasure and I feel it in my skin.

I have such conflicting desires and hopes for my life. I feel like nobody sees all of me and I don't think anyone could and still love me.

It's insane to know that if I want to exist in peace, I have to sacrifice myself. If I want to exist unharmed, I have to sever ties to the deepest parts of me.

Also, is this even a kink for me or just a trauma response? I won't get too deep into it, but I've been googling omo shit since early childhood and I think it could really tie into abuse I've faced. I don't know. I don't know anything. I don't know if I can exist without cutting myself to fit a mold I don't even understand

Living amongst rednecks is so weird because we have a 50 something yo man who comes to our house kinda often but doesn't use the toilet. That dude will just walk around to the side of the house and piss when we're front porch sitting.

Am I attracted to him? No. Would I let him fuck me? NO. Would I get on my knees and let him piss in my mouth? Idk, maybe.

Finally went after four perfect lessons😭 it's so embarrassing that I'm that desperate with just 20 seconds worth of piss

Omg, having an omo kink is such a curse. The guy I'm playing video games w (who is hella hot) said that he was getting up to pee and I am suddenly horny. Fuck off and stop being so slutty, dude

Ugh, I woke up desperate to piss and I made myself cum a few times first. I haven't cum while desperate in a WHILE.

hey friends, wanted to put some words out in the universe that sometimes i need to hear myself

you aren’t gross for liking something that most people consider “gross” or “weird”. it is okay to enjoy things that other people don’t understand, even things people reflexively make fun of. as long as you are being as hygenic as possible, cleaning up after yourself and not doing anything to risk your health, making sure to take breaks from it and stay hydrated between holds, and making sure to never include non-consenting parties in your kinky shenanigans – you’re fine.

if you’ve had to hide your interests from partners out of fear, awkwardly deflect conversations with friends, or heard people you look up to make off-handed remarks – you’re not alone.

no one fully 100% understands where kinks come from, but what we do know is we don’t choose which ones we get, and as long as all parties involved are consenting, happy and healthy: you aren’t doing anything wrong.

please don’t hate yourself over the things you love. be kind to yourself, even when other people aren’t. yes I’m getting sappy on my pee blog, because being “weird” can be really hard on the old mental health at times and i hope all of y’all don’t think any less of yourselves because of this stuff. peace out 💛

Only letting someone pee on the hour is so cute

6:00am: the sub wakes up. They don't get out of bed until 6:02. Oops! Well, time to get ready to start the day.

7:00am: they ran late and they're just hurrying into school/work. By the time they put their stuff at their desk, it's 7:08.

8:00am: the line at the bathroom is taking FOREVER. They arrived at 7:55 and there are still four people in front of them at 8:00am. They head back to their desk.

8:45am: they learned from last time! They'll go early so they don't have to wai- there's nobody waiting for the toilet. They go inside the single stall and wait desperately.

8:52am: they're still waiting, whining and whimpering. They pace back and forth, cringing every time they accidentally trigger the motion sensor toilet.

9:00am: Finally, they yank down their pants and piss into the toilet. Maybe tomorrow they'll wake up on time 💕