Holding at the Beach

By Eliot Waistlin

Jing just had a disastrous job interview, and what she needs more than anything now is a relaxing day at the beach. But her friends have brought along a gorgeous black guy named Trey, and as they sip drinks together, Jing's mouth gets her in trouble! She finds herself in a holding contest with Trey, waiting to see who can hold out the longest without peeing. But holding her pee makes Jing very horny, and who knows if she can keep her bikini on with this gorgeous guy! Hot, sunny, sexy omorashi pee-holding fun from the creator of The Piss Diaries series!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eliot Waistlin
• Release date: Jun 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463714300

Eliot Waistlin

Eliot Waistlin is a fiction-writing fool. He writes NSFW kinky erotica in a variety of genres, and insists that you read them all.

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Holding at the Beach

Omorashi Erotica

By Eliot Waistlin

Copyright 2020 Eliot Waistlin

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Always practice safe sex. Never get behind the wheel after drinking or using drugs.

Cover photo by Jernej Graj

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Holding at the Beach

The TV came on, and the noise of car insurance commercials invaded my sleep. I buried my face in the pillows. How ridiculous is it to have three adults living in a one-bedroom apartment? My mom and her lame-ass husband Mike had the bedroom, while my room was just a partitioned section of the living room, which wouldn’t be a complete nightmare except for the fact that neither of them could stand being awake without having a roar of static and white noise to block out their consciousness.

I dug around in my blankets for my phone and checked the time. It was nine o’clock, and as annoying as the TV was, at least it woke me up so I could be ready to go to the beach with Vicky. I probably would have slept until noon otherwise. I’d been up late with a bottle of wine and my vibrator, trying to work off some frustrations. A couple good orgasms calmed me down enough to sleep, but a screaming television was enough to bring all the aggravation back. I had to get my own place. I had to get a kick-ass job and move out. Soon.

Mike was