And all art has a unique aesthetic attached to it. Posting snarky comments on Twitter, writing long, hearty paragraphs on Tumblr, uploading photoshoots on Instagram, or publishing detailed guides on LinkedIn - everything is Art. We all have a specific platform that serves as a creative outlet for our crazy imagination. The world of social media has many downsides, but it has definitely triggered a creative side within all of us. Why having aesthetic usernames are crucial? Tips to come up with new aesthetic usernames.Why having aesthetic usernames are crucial?.Hope you liked it, this bad luck needs to stop, I almost got caught at school, and now almost caught by my friends, I need to watch it. As I said I’m still in those pants but I’m about to shower. The front of my pants were wet, and yellow there was a huge puddle on the floor I had to clean up but omg do I feel so much better. stood up and looked at my butt in the mirror, it was yellow halfway up and I could see my underwear. When I had finally stopped, my left hand was wet, and. I stood there, peeing for 2 mins watching the spot grow and grow in disbelief and pleasure. Piss dripped out of my crotch and pant legs onto the floor. It went down my legs leaving yellow lines and I saw my inner thigh and leg through the yellow. I watched the hot patch grow faster and faster, up the front of my jeans, turning yellow and seeing my wet underwear through them. I looked down and heard a loud “hiss” as the pee pushed through my panties and out into my pants. Still holding onto the lid with my right hand, and still bent over, I jammed my left hand into my crotch, even though I knew it wouldn’t help. The lid was down so as I reached down to lift it up I felt my bladder give up over the pressure of me bending over, I gasped and moaned saying “ oh noooo I was so clooseeee, Ahh”. So I went into the bathroom to go to the toliet like normal. I had decided to abandon my plan of changing and holding till later tonight because I knew I was minutes away from losing control, and going to my room to change would be too painful and bending down to take off and put on my pants would spell the end of my efforts to keep holding. Once up I looked down and saw 2 lines down my inner left thigh and 3 on my right leg. I accidentally let a few streams go as I went up because I had stopped focusing on holding and could only think about getting up stairs. I went inside, said hello to my parents and shuffled upstairs. 15 mins later I pulled into the driveway, and surprisingly hadn’t accidently gone since I sat down. You’re gonna make, it just focus on driving”. I gasped and grabbed my wet and now warm crotch and squeezed. As I sat down I suddenly let go for about 3 seconds. Me and my friends said our goodbyes, and I got into my car. I still had to really go, walking was painful but I knew I had another 10-15 minutes before I got home, so I was confident I’d make it. I was lucky it was only my crotch that was wet and that no one would be able to see the wet spot. I stayed a little behind and when we got into the hallway I did a quick look at my crotch, it was a little yellow and I could see my orange underwear through it too. My friends didn’t noticed anything wrong with me, or that my crotch was wet. By the end of the movie I had to have let out 10 or so spurts, my crotch was wet and the seat under my crotch was wet too, about the size of a dollar bill. During what ended up being the last 45 mins of the movie, the pain in my bladder became so bad that I decided to let a few spurts out every so often to try and help the pressure. I could have gone then, but I wanted to go at home, I held it for all these hours, going to the bathroom would make all that waiting pointless, so I held on. Halfway through the movie I felt the urge to pee, moving in the chair became uncomfortable and I had to focus hard on the movie and not on my need to go. I had 2 cups of sweet tea at dinner and one of those large cups of soda at the movies, needless to say I drank a little tooo much. But as you’ll soon learn that didn’t happen, well not exactly. My original plan was to go before we left, and not go again so I’d get home and hold it till I couldn’t. Now me being me, I did not use the restroom before we left, nor did I go while we were out, which was a good 3-4 hours. A little after school me and a few friends went out and hung out, drove around, went to eat, and hit the movies. When I stand you can see my panty line, but only when I bend down can you really see what color they are. To start off with I was wearing uggs (yeah yeah) white skinny jeans, and solid orange cotton panties. Continuing my bad luck with desperation and unplanned accidents this week, I had yet another one. This just happened and I’m writing this in my wet pants.(oops spoiler alert). Happy Friday everyone! Start of the weekend and I’m ready for some fun□.
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