Pee jeans Stories

Lila's fingers gripped the worn denim of her jeans, the fabric bunching tightly as she tried to steady her nerves. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, catching the glare of the studio lights overhead. Ben, the cameraman, held up a finger, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he prepared to start the next take. "Whoa, whoa, whoa there, superstar," he teased, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Bathroom break? No...

She stands there, her legs tightly crossed, A look of desperation, her face embossed, With the need to pee, she can't deny, But there's a thrill in being so desperate, she can't lie An erotic feeling filled her, As she felt the need to pee, She savored each sensation, As she struggled to stay free. Her bladder full, her body tense, She surrenders to the feeling, it makes no sense, But the urgency, the discomfort, it's exc...