I was waiting for the elevator to come and take me up to my office on the 10th floor, when a young pretty coloured girl came and joined me. Miss Higgins looked hesitant for a moment - and Sol's heart rose - but then she quickly shook her head. It was no one I recognized, maybe she was new, or working in some department I rarely had contact with, or possibly just an outside visitor. But eventually, spurt after spurt turned into leak after leak, and before Sol could comprehend what was happening, steady, disjointed hissing sounds were filling the room.

No," Sol whimpered; his whole body was curled against the seat, and he moved to sit so his heel pressed against his crotch, trying to shove all of his pee into his bloated bladder. A personals post is any submission which solicits others to privately message the OP, or includes contact information, rather than sharing content.

Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. A cute little Finchel story for the Glee fans (kinda) based on Glee: Season 3 Episode 13 and one-line from Glee: Season 1 Episode 10.

I was almost overflowing already on the way here, and hurrying as much as I could to get into my office and to the toilets. Both of his hands were permanently glued to the crotch of his jeans; his legs moved rapidly, fanning in and out, and his hips rocked from side to side in an awkward attempt to hold everything in. Finn smiles back at her, but is also trying to hide the fact that there’s something he needs to do…and fast.He crossed his legs and tossed the game controller on the couch to get a good grip on himself with both hands. He reached for his boyfriend, and this time, when he tried to jerk away, he forced him close, pressing their bodies together. The night was cool and quiet aside from a few chirping birds, the tree branches rustling and creaking. Sol's sobs quieted down, until he was resting sleepily on Damien's chest, eyes closing from exhaustion. Sol glanced down with a blurry, tearful gaze, thanking the gods that no wetness was showing on the jeans of his crotch.