biking home after not peeing all day
trying to find a good angle on the bike seat to press your urethra shut
not being able to squirm because you’re in public and others would see
every little shake and bump jostles your full bladder
you need to focus on the road for safety, and it’s really testing your ability to focus on holding as well
a few drops escaping you while negotiating an intersection with other people
slowly leaking when you go uphill because you can’t squeeze your thighs around the bike seat
feeling your underwear dampen as little drops and spurts escape you. with the pressure of the bike seat on your crotch, it has most certainly leaked through to your pants
daring to grind on the seat a little when there’s no one in view, not that you can do much when you’re pedalling anyways
daring to let go of the handle with one hand to grab yourself for a few moments
hitting a pothole, you barely manage to hold back a yelp, but not the spurt it forces out of you
sweating through the effort, and being unsure how wet your thighs really are and how much is just sweat
hot drops rolling down your thighs excruciatingly slowly
there comes a point where you genuinely consider just letting go, because this is unsafe and you’re basically wetting yourself already
the pressure inside you is so strong you fear that you wouldn’t be able to slowly let it out and be subtle, so you decide against it
every leak is becoming bigger and harder to regain control of, your seat is fully wet now, and you’re certain you must be leaving a small trail of drops behind you
when you’re on the last stretch and see your home from afar, and the desperation only intensifies at the thought of relief being so close
you’re extra concerned about being seen struggling by your neighbours, so all you can do is clench as hard as you can while piss slowly runs further and further down your legs despite your efforts
you finally pull into the side alley where you lock your bike, and you can’t take it a moment longer
you take advantage of the semi secluded area to fully grind on your bike seat, hoping it will give you just enough momentary relief to dismount and rush inside to the bathroom (you can come back to lock your bike after)
it’s futile. the stream doesn’t stop, it grows, until you’re pissing yourself full force
wetness spitters on the ground below, tho the sound is quickly obscured by the loud hissing of piss hitting your biking shorts
you finally give up resisting the inevitable and just let it happen, slumping forward on your bike to rest your forearms on the handle
