Do you have a favourite place where you had to pee but very much should not have? 🤭
at my old house years ago, there was a little shed tucked in the corner of our fenced back yard. if i stood behind it by the bushes, i would have just enough privacy to squat down and piss all over the grass as long as no one was in my neighbor's yard.
when i was home alone, i used to wander around outside chugging water and pretending i was locked out of the house. by the time i got truly desperate, i would be doing a little pee dance by the shed and grabbing myself subtly, weighing the risks of using the bathroom out there. realistically, i knew the likelihood of being caught was very low, but it still felt incredibly naughty and always made my cunt ache with shame and arousal.
whenever i finally couldn't take it anymore, i would shimmy around the back of the shed and pull my pants and panties down. sometimes, if i was feeling especially bold, i would spread my pussy open and watch the pee arch and splatter against the base of the fence. other times, i would grab an old discarded dog bowl we had laying around and use it as my makeshift toilet. but most of the time i just squatted there, panting and whimpering as the pee formed a puddle in the dirt beneath me. and of course, i would then have to pull my clothes back up and feel the dampness press against my already worked-up cunt, which made the walk back to my front door feel especially humiliating.
i came very hard after most of those sessions, and to this day i think they were a very important part of my sexual development overall. :)
okay so it turns out the thing that makes me need to piss like crazy is getting wet with cold water. Source: got splashed on a sailboat with 2 people on it and nowhere to go and pissed myself. Like, thrice.
This happened like an hour ago
I just said I was squirming because of the cold but holy fuck was I about to lose it. I leaked when I stood up to adjust the main halyard from the bow but the way the water hit me (it splashed next to me and then collected into a puddle beneath me) it looks like I pissed myself already so if I had they wouldn't have noticed. I'm sure. I hope.
God the feeling of that warm trickle down my leg cutting through the ice cold lakewater. Once I leak I usually cannot stop it is a miracle I didn't piss myself then and there shivering like a wet dog. I was terrified. That little trickle went on for a while, too, not just a big spurt. Just slow enough to not be noticeable, but long enough that I was consciously aware of the fact that if I moved I'd probably lose control.
But if you want to sail you have to be moving, and even if I had the option to stay still, the wind was not on my side. The waves weren't dangerous, but they were enough to have the people usually cheering about waves a little bit afraid.
I on the other hand, was so afraid of a genuine accident I was prepared to go overboard and let go in the water. Unfortunately, the wind was so high that it wouldn't have been safe with the waves. So I just had to pray we cut through one that splashed enough water on everything that I could let go there and nobody would notice. That didn't happen, and even if it did, I am usually not very hydrated and the color would have been obvious.
I couldn't hold myself because it would have been embarrassing, and I could already tell that the other two had figured out something was wrong with me and let me just say. One thing about a piss kink is that it makes me TERRIFIED of genuine accidents. It feels like taboo.
And I've mentioned before here, I am a very, very squirmy person. That was turned up to 11. I was rocking back and forth, changing positions, clenching so hard, I kept saying I was just nervous and cold (I do have cold sensitivity. Fun fact: cold water getting poured on me makes me loose all bladder control or at least severely weaken it.)
Now, anybody who's been on a boat with a sail is familiar with tacking and jiving. We were going to tack, in high waves, with high wind, at high speed. Maybe this isn't always the case, but when we tack, it is ROUGH. The entire boat gets flung to the other direction, and it's a scramble to get from the now low side of the boat to the high side. You also have to duck so as not to get hit in the head by the boom (the horizontal bar under the main sail. It's called that because of the sound it makes when it hits you in the head.)
So, I panic. I have to duck, roll, and in my attempt to get from one side of the boat to the other we hit a wave and I lost all points of contact and I damn near pissed myself out of fear. Just another leak I somehow managed to stop. Though this time my pants were saturated and my legs weren't soaking wet, and my fears are proven, its a very notable yellow that looks nothing like water.
Fortunately, nobody saw because they were both too locked in. The person tacking was tacking solo (much easier with two people because you're handling both jib sheets) while the other person steered. Now, usually tacking is part of my job (and raising the sail. I love it.) But I think they figured something was wrong and wordlessly took over my job.
At this point, from the amount I let out, the pressure was a little bit lessened. I decided that if I'm going to piss myself it cannot be bright yellow. So... like a fucking dumbass, I down my water bottle. Now, I don't have a little tiny pathetic water bottle. The thing is huge. Obviously this was a horrible idea. It was fine for a little while, before the pressure shot up out of nowhere. It was so fast I made a sound. At this point, we had agreed that a storm was coming and we were headed back to the harbor.
I am fighting for my very life. The plan was to make my pee look less like pee and then just piss myself next time we took a big wave that brought water onto the ship, and now we're headed through the first break wall and into relatively calm waters. We wrap up the boat. I do what I can. And then I realize something: The tender.
The tender still has to pick us up and take us to the dock, since our keelboat is tied to a can. This means: Getting in a boat, and getting out of a boat, and a boat ride with someone I don't know, and the risk of them taking a detour to pick up other people nearby. I realize now that I could have just jumped in the water and said that I slipped trying to grab the can. I honestly don't know why I didn't do that.
The tender comes to pick us up. My mind is scrambling. I decide to put my water bottle up on the edge of the boat and knock it in "accidentally" so I have to dive and catch it and then just let go. My glorious friend whom I love so much says "I'll get it, you rest." and dives in before I can stop him.
He hands me my water. My pants are mostly dry. I do not have the "I sat in water which is why it looks like I pissed myself" excuse anymore. I can not risk letting any out. I jam my poor, poor water bottle between my thighs and CLENCH. Just a little longer. God please just a little longer. I'm going to explode at this point. It's honestly a little hot but I am mostly afraid.
I manage to get up onto the dock, and as I'm facing the dock and the last one off the boat I feel myself leak just a little bit. Just a slow trickle that isn't immediately obvious. I look down fearfully. Somehow my plan worked! It isn't neon yellow! It is still however, yellow.
And at this point, life decided to have mercy on me. Rain starts coming down. Hard. I am soaked through in a few seconds, still clinging to the ladder. Tender asks if I'm alright, I just make a joke about being tired and tell him to go pick up other people.
I am free. Nobody is looking at me, at least not directly. I am soaked through with rain. This is my only opening. I, clinging to the ladder, start to fully piss myself. And it SOUNDED like it. One thing I didn't anticipate is that rain and a massive stream of piss don't sound the same, so I had to force myself to slow down to mask it. I have an insanely large bladder, it went on for what felt like forever.
I realize that my friends are waiting and a little bit worried. They look over and ask if I'm doing okay, and I am both blessed and cursed with a number of ailments that randomly make me dizzy/weak/nauseous, and people assume it's that before anything else. I just say I got really dizzy and tell them to just let me hang out for a bit whilst desperately trying not to sound like I am actively pissing my pants.
Fortunately that little back and forth both covered the sound and gave me an excuse to stay where I was, so I dragged it out for a bit whilst trying my best to cut the stream, because at the rate I was going, it would take forever. I eventually did cut the stream! And now we get into act two of god why the fuck did I think that was a good idea.
My bladder is probably half empty. But now I am once again, cold and wet. As I stagger back to the docks, I start to leak again, this time much worse. It's not too noticeable because of the pouring rain, but if anybody was paying attention they could definitely tell.
We all agree to sit on towels for the car ride home, since we, in our hubris, did not bring a change of clothes. Now, there's not really a bathroom at the docks. It's a location, there's a building for the people who work there, but not really a public bathroom.
As soon as I stop the constant trickling, I wrap myself in the biggest, darkest towel we have like a tube and sit in the backseat. Everything is fine, bladder is probably mostly empty. Or so I thought. Then we hit a bump right outside my house! In the car and I lose almost everything. I was able to get more of the towel under myself in time so as not to piss all over my friend's car, but I definitely soaked through the towel a little bit.
Now, once I get dropped off, I take my things and the towel, go to my house, close the door behind me, and piss everything that was left in me on the floor. The puddle was honestly not that impressive which was almost embarrassing. I don't have a sense of smell so I have no idea if they could smell it or not, if they did they didn't say anything. The idea haunts me.
Anyway This is not proofread I am just. so fucking. oh my god. I need to share this.
really want to do have an irl partner do a hold where the only thing they can use to hold back is my body
maybe their hands are tied back so they can’t hold themselves but my hands are free for them to use.
they’d have to tell me when they needed me to hold them, tell me for more pressure.
holding their peehole shut for them, feeling my fingers dampen as they let out little leaks, feeling them rut down against my hand in desperation when a strong urge comes, feeling them rut against my hand in pleasure too
if a wave comes unexpectedly, they could grind down against my thigh quickly to help them hold until i get my hands in position for them.
hi guys this is smth i did irl so if ur uncomfortable with that pls keep scrolling🫶🫶 ly guys!! /gen
recently, i had a pretty loaded day, and i barely got time to stop. that means from 3 pm to 11 pm, i wasnt able to go to the bathroom like at all...so, when i finally got home, i was a little desperate!! i havent had time to myself very often, so i decided fuck it!! i wanna hold it!!
now, i was already kinda used to stuff like this?? when i was in school, i had a habit of NOT going to the bathroom all day. so, i was used to holding my pee 8+ hours a day, and thus it wasnt horrible the moment i got home. so, i decided to clean my room a little — mainly of all the water bottles!! there werent too many, but they all had at least some water in them. so, i drank as much as i could before deciding to hop on my pc and play for as long as i could stand it
i should mention i stole a puppypad or two for this as well for obvious reasons. i stuffed them in my underwear like a sort of makeshift diaper just in case. i didnt actually plan on wetting, i just planned on getting desperate and jacking off over it
turns out, i needed them!!
after about like two and a half hours, i suddenly get hit with a wave of *insane* desperation. prior to this, i needed to pee prett urgently, sure, but i wasnt afraid id wet myself. now, i was!! i remember grabbing myself and sitting on my heel to try and hold it. it felt *so* good, but it also kind of hurt at the same time LOL. either way, it was hard to stay still and not touch myself... >//>
eventually, after letting myself leak into the pads, i decided to finally jack off. i turned on my vibe and came within like a minute or two, leaking without even meaning to the entire time. when i came, it practically radiated through my whole body. but, even while blinded by bliss, i knew one thing: i need to book it to the bathroom after this
and i tried! after turning the vibe off, i held myself for a second longer before getting up. unfortunately, gravity's not really my friend, and i just started gushing uncontrollably. i panicked, grabbed my trashcan, and sat over it as i pissed. god, it felt amazing. i was still reeling from cumming, but this almost sent me over again. i rubbed myself through my underwear, abusing my poor dick before cumming almost immediately. i remember my whole body shaking from how intense it felt, and i had never accidentally audibly moaned like that until then. fortunately, it was night, so i dont think anyone heard me, but it was still a little embarrassing :'((
then i obviously cleaned up and disposed of the evidence and slept REAL good that night LMFAO
but, as promised, here is that irl story!! idk how hot it is, but i know i found it hot, so i decided to share :3
Last night I unintentionally got myself into a real potty emergency situation.
I was at a restaurant for about 3 hours, during which time I drank a lot of water. The waitstaff kept refilling my glass and I kept drinking it all. I wasn't keeping track of time and before I knew it, it was time to catch the bus home and I didn't have enough time to go to the bathroom.
No big deal, right? That bus was supposed to get me home in about 25 minutes, I could definitely hold it that long. I was feeling a bit of an urge already when I left the restaurant but 25 minutes is no time at all.
What I did not account for was the amount of disruption and traffic that seemed to be occurring in my city last night.
About 5 minutes into the bus ride, an announcement was made that in a few blocks we'd be diverting because the street was blocked due to a protest. At this point I considered getting out to go to the bathroom and then just finding another way home, because the last stop before the diversion wasn't too far from my university campus which I knew had open bathrooms.
But the diversion route didn't sound too bad! I figured it would only add another 10 or so minutes to my route, and maybe that was risky because my bladder was really starting to ache, but I could hold it. I was sure I could hold it.
And then the route got diverted a second time because of construction. At this point we're in a part of town that I'm really not familiar with, and I'd been on that bus for 30 minutes already. Traffic was at a standstill, and I couldn't sit still any longer. I was wiggling in my seat, my thighs were bouncing and I had put my bag in my lap so I could hold myself without people noticing. Luckily the bus wasn't too crowded.
Another ten minutes went by and I really, really started to feel like I might actually pee my pants on this bus. I don't know what the protocol is for being an adult wetting themself on public transit, and I did not want to find out. The seats were clearly not absorbent, if I had an accident I knew it would make a huge puddle on the floor and everyone would see and hear it.
The ache in my bladder was starting to get really intense, and my pee hole was tingling.
Luckily, one of the other passengers hit the button to be let out of the bus even though we weren't at an official bus stop, and the bus driver made an announcement. He said that it wasn't safe to let us out immediately because there wasn't a safe path to the sidewalk, but he'd let us out as soon as he could.
5-10 minutes later, he was finally able to open the doors. There was a bit of a step down, and as soon as my feet hit the pavement, I leaked a little. Thank god it didn't show on my pants, but I could feel the wetness in my underwear and it made it way harder to hold on. I could feel my pee filling my urethra, begging to be released.
Because I'd gotten out early, I was still way too far from my apartment. It would be at least a 25 minute walk, and I knew I'd never make it. So I had to run into the nearest restaurant and beg them to let me use the bathroom even though I wasn't a customer. Luckily the host was very kind and let me go. If she hadn't, I'm sure I would have wet myself.
That being said, even getting from the front of the restaurant to the bathrooms was a challenge. The bathrooms were at the far back of the restaurant, down the end of a long, long hallway. I thought that might be the last straw, and I might lose control right there, mere meters away from the toilets.
But I made it, just in time! I rushed into a stall and started peeing the second my pants were down... maybe a second before they were properly down, if I'm being honest. I peed for a good 70 seconds, and it felt amazing finally letting it all gush out of me.
