Mbgpeelover 8,720 Posted January 5, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Popular Post Share Posted January 5, 2019 Hope I am not over posting! Every bit of this is a true event. During my first year at university I paid to live in the halls of residence. It was a cheaply built prefabricated two story building with small individual rooms which contained a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, a shelf, bedside cabinet and a sink. Each floor had a corridor with twelve bedrooms which were all for the same sex students and at the end of each corridor was a set of toilets (four cubicles) and a set of four showers. Downstairs there was a communal area for sitting with a TV and along at the other side of the building was a large dining room. I was on the first floor and two thirds of the way along the corridor. I was 18 and very shy. I wasn’t terribly social and didn’t drink at that time for medical reasons. The most important thing was I hated anyone knowing I was going to the toilet. I found it so embarrassing and felt everyone would be looking at me. I was also terrified of anyone hearing me pee so struggled to go if anyone else was in another cubicle. I studied hard and having a sink meant I could make myself endless cups of tea with my kettle. I also drank water to help me concentrate. I would regularly find myself studying or writing up an assignment on my laptop sitting at my desk and need to visit the bathroom. The problem was if anyone was chatting in the corridor or people were mingling about, as was common, I was far too embarrassed to leave my room and have others see that I was going to the toilet. So I would just hold on until I could not hear anyone and then slip out as quick as I could. Usually by the time I managed this I was very desperate to go. I particularly remember one night when it must have been close to the end of term. We had some exams coming up but most of our assignments had already been handed in and the other students were starting to ‘wind down’. This meant they were in and out of each other’s bedrooms, chatting in corridors and generally being very social. This meant I really struggled to go to the toilet. I recall sitting at my desk after dinner and drinking water and tea and nibbling on some crisps while I tried to study for my exams. It wasn’t long at all before I began needing the toilet but there was a lot of chatting outside so I ignored my desire and crossed my legs. I kept studying not thinking much about it as holding on was normal for me anyway but it wasn’t long before I was reminded of my need to go, coupled with the fact I had been drinking more because the crisps were salty. I bounced my knee up and down and whispered to myself that I needed a wee. I talk to myself about my need a lot when bursting. Time went on and still I could hear chatting. I was finding it rather distracting so put some earphones in and tried to study. My bladder continued to remind me of my desire for release and by now I was intermittently crossing my legs tight and bouncing my knee or alternatively scissoring my legs in and out trying to hold my bursting bladder in. In the privacy of my own room I eventually found myself holding myself with one hand while I typed notes with the other and sitting right on the edge of my seat. I removed the headphones in the hope the place was quiet as I so had to pee and had been holding at least an hour whilst still drinking. My bladder was aching now too. I could not hear anyone so headed towards the door whispering to myself how bursting I was and pleading everyone to be away so I could run to the loos. It seemed quiet as I pee danced at my door so I slowly pulled the handle down and peeked out. As I glanced down the corridor with my hand between my legs but hidden by my door I was horrified to see two students had wedged their doors open and they were studying and chatting to each other freely. I would have to pass them both to get to the bathroom and that would mean they would know I had to pee. I was so embarrassed I closed my door and silently swore. Why could I not just walk to the toilets? I knew everyone peed but somehow the thought they would know where I was going coupled by the gross idea they might hear me pee terrified me and crippled me into staying in my room absolutely dying for a pee. I stood there and pee danced for a few minutes until my need died down to a manageable level. I often find my need comes in waves. I wasn’t really able to study now so I shut down my laptop and went over to look out my window. It faces the main entrance of the university and I stood there with my legs crossed and my hands drumming against my thighs as I tried to work out what to do. Other than the mug and my kettle I had nothing else I could see in my room that I could pee into as I could not work out how to aim into the sink as I wasn’t tall enough. I stood there wishing I was a man and able to aim into that sink. Oh did I need to urinate so bad. I tried sitting on the seat and rocking with one hand pushing against my vagina as it throbbed so bad for release whist my other hand pressed firmly on my table as my whole body tensed to try and keep my bladder from bursting. That worked for a very short time but I really HAD to go. Tears were forming in my eyes and my forehead was sweating. I was wearing leggings and a top so there was no buttons I could release to help my bladder expand and even my leggings felt tight at my waist now. I moved onto the bed where I writhed in utter longing to pee. I rolled about with a hand between my legs and stroked myself. Whilst I found the whole feeling a huge turn on I was concerned I would wet everywhere any minute. I tried kneeling with my foot under me and bouncing but that only helped for a minute too. I pulled my pillow over and sat on that pulling it between my legs as tight as I could as I rocked back and forth rhythmically. That helped a bit more but only because it was really turning me on a lot and I could feel my knickers getting damp. I panicked a little at this so slipped my hand inside my leggings and knickers to check if I had leaked but what I discovered was actually tons and tons of long stringy clear mucus that was causing my vagina to open, swell and gyrate. I pulled my hand out with my fingers soaked with my own juices as I continued to gyrate against the pillow with a orgasmic combination of being so horny mixed with an absolutely urgent desperate need to piss a never ending waterfall. I was whispering, almost panting, ‘gotta pee so bad, gotta orgasm so bad’ over and over as my whole body sweat and shook. I HAD to climax now so I quickly returned my hand inside my underwear and inserted two fingers easily inside myself as I pushed against my hand and fingers up and down as my head tipped back and rested against the wall behind me. It took very little time before I shook as I climaxed beautifully in the privacy of my bedroom as I held urgently onto my full bladder. It took a minute or two to recover and now my mouth felt so dry, I was sweating and my hand was literally covered with running mucus from my pussy. I got up, finished my glass of water from earlier and ran the tap to wash my hands. It was only then I realised I still needed the loo very very badly. Very badly indeed actually. I dried my hands, took a deep breath and walked down the corridor as quick as I could right past the two open doors and finally made it to the bathroom just in time for a huge torrent of pee to rush out of me. I only just managed to get my leggings down though so my knickers were totally drenched. Totally drenched indeed. I took them off including my leggings and wrung them over the toilet as I was still sitting on it, now naked from the waist down, then put some toilet paper on the crotch of my leggings to stop the wet pants showing through before putting my soaked knickers and toilet paper stuffed leggings back on. After washing and drying my hands I casually walked back to my room where I changed into fresh knickers and my pyjamas ready for bed. That was a very very close call that had a very unexpected twist. Sentinelchicken, AliasnameTO, waterrat and 24 others 27 Quote Link to comment
Guest PeeHD Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 Oh my god... what an amazing story, so hot! I only wish I'd known you then. I was in a dorm myself, back in Uni, shared bathroom and all... I ended up wetting my bed more than once because I didn't want to go to the bathroom. Thank you for telling us, this was amazing. Quote Link to comment
Guest Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 Cute story. I like vocal desperation. Quote Link to comment
BladderLad 1,464 Posted January 5, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 5, 2019 Very hot..? Quote Link to comment
GreenChile 828 Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 ...that pillow was so lucky to have you on it ??? Quote Link to comment
wettingman 1,586 Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 15 hours ago, Mbgpeelover said: Hope I am not over posting! That is not possible ! I love your stories. This one including vivid descriptions of your extreme desperation and resulting sexual arousal, has me aroused . I am bursting out of my pants. I empathise fully with your situation. I never wanted people to know I had to pee. As a kid I even wet my underwear a few times, not wanting to admit my need, like my dancing and holding myself didn't make it obvious. Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,720 Posted January 5, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 5, 2019 47 minutes ago, wettingman said: That is not possible ! I love your stories. This one including vivid descriptions of your extreme desperation and resulting sexual arousal, has me aroused . I am bursting out of my pants. I empathise fully with your situation. I never wanted people to know I had to pee. As a kid I even wet my underwear a few times, not wanting to admit my need, like my dancing and holding myself didn't make it obvious. I was the same though thankfully never quite had an accident but always held all day at school and even at home I hated to leave a room with others in to go pee and if there were people in the hall of the flat or visitors I would just hold on and on. So many memories of being desperate in my bedroom as a child. wettingman 1 Quote Link to comment
homeanddry 307 Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 Really well written and a brilliant experience to remember - thanks for sharing. You’re definitely not over-posting! I used to be a bit like that, not wanting to admit my need. I suppose I still am, in some ways. I remember being really desperate when I was younger but didn’t want anyone to know. Thankfully I’d overcome that by the time I went to uni - in a similar setting for my first year, although at least I had a toilet at my end of the corridor! Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
wetting_fan 499 Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 holy moses that was hot :o Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,720 Posted January 5, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 5, 2019 59 minutes ago, wetting_fan said: holy moses that was hot ? Thanks! Quote Link to comment
Guest Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 Wow that was hot!!!! And I'm glad you learned how hot you found it. Made me wanna cum just reading it ? Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,720 Posted January 5, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 5, 2019 Just now, Tonsor said: Wow that was hot!!!! And I'm glad you learned how hot you found it. Made me wanna cum just reading it ? I love the fact my personal experience arouses someone else as much as it did me. Writing it up brought it all back too... wettingman 1 Quote Link to comment
DespAndHold 337 Posted January 5, 2019 Share Posted January 5, 2019 This was an amazingly well written recollection of an incredible experience. I absolutely loved it and seems like you did at the time as well which makes it all the better. I love how you waited as long as you could got your climax and then calmly walked past everyone anyway. Naughty peeing through your knickers I bet that felt naughty but nice. thanks for sharing with us all I really enjoy the detail of your desperation descriptions Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,720 Posted January 5, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 5, 2019 1 minute ago, New_Macca said: This was an amazingly well written recollection of an incredible experience. I absolutely loved it and seems like you did at the time as well which makes it all the better. I love how you waited as long as you could got your climax and then calmly walked past everyone anyway. Naughty peeing through your knickers I bet that felt naughty but nice. thanks for sharing with us all I really enjoy the detail of your desperation descriptions I really enjoy remembering them and writing them. The feelings all come flooding back! Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,720 Posted January 13, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Popular Post Share Posted January 13, 2019 Another one: Halls of residence again It had been a boring day with long lectures at the university on a warm spring day. I had been sipping water from my water bottle and had a large glass of cola with my lunch to keep me awake and to stay cool as the lecture halls got very warm. The last lecture of my day dragged on and I was hungry by the time it ended at 5:30. I was also needing the bathroom. By the time the lecturer finally let all 200 of us out the cleaners had already started work and as I passed the ladies there was a sign saying cleaning in progress. I wasn’t desperate and as the halls of residence were next door I walked over deciding I would have a quick wee on the way back to my room. I got into the halls to see a long queue along the corridor as I realised the dinner hall queue had formed. If you were late for meals you got whatever they had left which wasn’t always what I liked so as my bag was quite light having just an A4 pad, some pens and my empty water bottle I forgot all about my desire to pee and joined the end of the dinner queue. There were over 120 students lived in the halls of residence and I was over half through the queue. Standing against a wall waiting I began to regret not going upstairs to the toilets near my room. My bladder was reminding me now that it was pretty full but I was hungry and thirsty too so crossed my legs and tried to ignore the rhythmic beating of my urethra. The need would die down for a while and I promised myself I would eat my meal then visit the loos. Meantime the queue seemed to move incredibly slowly. Finally I was in the large dining hall and picked up a tray with my meal and took a large cup and filled it with orange juice from the machine. I was warm as the spring sun shone through the windows and I had waited in the corridor for half an hour. I tried distracting myself by exchanging pleasantries with the others at my table as the sitting position made my bladder think I was sitting on the toilet and it pulsated for release. I crossed my legs and sat on the edge of my seat as I ate and drank. The need was getting more constant with less time between waves and longer spells of throbbing. It was 100% of the time though and although I was very much in need of a bathroom break I was still fully in control. I would swing my legs, fidget a bit and sit upright to tighten the muscles as necessary whilst enjoying my meal and making basic conversation. I was very embarrassed about things like needing to pee and I hoped against all hope no-one knew how bursting I was. As the last of the students were served their meals the puddings began to appear. I could have left and not bothered with a sweet but then I heard someone say it was apple crumble with custard which is a huge favourite of mine so my bladder would just wait a little longer. Standing up to get a bowl meant gravity pushing my urine down which made me instantly cross my legs. ‘Just eat this then you’re free to pee’ I told myself. It seemed to help. I moved on the seat a bit while I finished my sweet and loaded my dishes onto the area provided. My plan was to walk through the lounge area (the only way to my upstairs corridor with my bedroom and shared bathrooms) and put my bag quickly away in my room then visit the bathroom quick. My mind was so set on this that when someone called my name as I walked through the lounge I never ever heard them at first. I was not going to let anyone in that lounge area know how badly I wanted to use the toilet but when John stepped right in front of me I got such a fright I almost fell over. As I stumbled back up I gave myself a quick squeeze covering my hand with my bag so no-one saw me. I was quiet, reserved and introverted at university but John was in my class and I liked him. My face must have turned red because I remember him clearly asking if I was ok or too hot because I looked flustered. He said he was worried about all the time I spent alone in my room and with his hands on my shoulders he gently pushed me over to the couch to sit down. ‘At least watch a soap with us all before you sit alone again Mary. We don’t bite!’ So here I was bursting to pee, having drank my full water bottle, a large glass of cola with my lunch and another large cola with my dinner and now sitting at the end of a sofa in a communal lounge area expected to watch a TV for half an hour with my bladder aching for release but way too embarrassed to say anything or just get up and run to the loo! I didn’t want to be rude nor did I wish to attract attention or have anyone guess my predicament so I vowed to hold on as long as I could. I crossed my legs one way, then a few moments later the other. I bounced my knee, tapped my foot and moved my bottom on the seat. It wasn’t helping much as I started to sweat. The theme tune to Eastenders was only just starting. I hatched a plan that when everyone was distracted with the TV I would just stand up and walk upstairs. I wriggled a bit more desperate to get to the bathroom and watching for an opportune moment to escape. Of course not being accustomed to being in the lounge area much I wasn’t aware that not everyone watched what was on and there was always a group who would be playing a game or chatting away and I now would looks obvious if I stood up and walked out. I felt a tiny drip leak. John was sitting beside me and put his hand idly on my leg. The couch was very snug with three adults on and I was sure he was just trying to get comfortable. I, on the other hand, could not get comfortable at all! I crossed my legs tight and sat bolt upright. A minute later that wasn’t helping and I pulled one leg under me and sat with my foot pressing on my pounding vagina in the hole that would help. That worked a little longer but then I found myself subconsciously bouncing on my foot. Thankfully no-one noticed but as another drop leaked I leaned forward to get my bag to out on my lap to cover the fact I was sitting with my legs both to one side with my feet on John’s knees and my hand between my legs. I was absolutely desperate for the ladies! I don’t think the soap was even half way through when I sighed, much louder than I even realised. John looked at me and asked if I was ok and I leaned in and whispered to him ‘I’m almost pissing myself, I have to pee so badly’. He looked at me sympathetically and grabbed my hand (the one that wasn’t between my legs) and pulled me onto my feet. Grabbing my bag he pulled me gently through the double doors and up the stairs though he really wasn’t meant to be in that area as it was girls only. As I climbed the stairs behind him with him still holding my hand my bag falling behind me from my other hand I could feel another drip. My body was close to giving in and releasing my entire bladder contents into my leggings! At the top of the stairs John opened the double doors and stood holding them open as he gestured to the shared toilets and showers for the 12 rooms telling me to hurry before I burst. I barely got my leggings and knickers down in time! As I sat exploding my pee loudly (so embarrassing!) into the toilet I looked at the wetness in the crotch of my pants and immediately my face went scarlet. My pee seemed never ending and all I could think about was John outside waiting for me. There was a small wet spot on my leggings but as they were black I was sure no-one would know. I washed my hands and splashed cold water on my face to try and calm down. I had been sweating so badly trying to hold back the flood and my face was read and sweaty. Finally I opened the door and saw John leaning against the wall opposite waiting on me. ‘Did you make it ok?’ He asked kindly and sympathetically. ‘Not entirely’ I whispered back, my head looking at the floor. ‘Where’s you bag?’ He then asked looking around me for it? I had been in such a panic to pee I had dropped it outside the cubicle! I nipped back in and got it and John smiled as I came out. ‘Gonna drop this in my room now. Thanks for helping me.’ I ran up the corridor to my room and unlocked my door. As I opened it up I looked back to see John still standing where he was the entire time I had been peeing. I dropped my bag quick, locked the room and headed back to him all the while still with a wet gusset! He smiled and suggested we go back downstairs to maybe watch something else. The couch was taken so I sat elsewhere so much more comfortable this time. I’m absolutely certain looking back that John knew I needed to pee and was enjoying watching me squirm but didn’t want me embarrassed by wetting myself in public. I saw him very desperate not long after this but I’ll write that up soon. AtomicBob, GreenChile, Topcat and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
DespAndHold 337 Posted January 13, 2019 Share Posted January 13, 2019 Another fantastic anecdote you did so well waiting so long but must have been embarrassed having to admit our needed to go given how shy about it you said you where but John sounds lovely reacting quickly and helping Quote Link to comment
wettingman 1,586 Posted January 14, 2019 Share Posted January 14, 2019 (edited) I just love your highly descriptive writing. Hearing what you felt and where , and what you were doing to try to hold your pee ticks all my buttons to arousal. Knowing that you leaked a bit without the embarrassment of people knowing is super. Having a male possibly enjoying your desperation is a bonus. I would have been in heaven if I was there. Edited January 14, 2019 by wettingman (see edit history) Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
GreenChile 828 Posted January 14, 2019 Share Posted January 14, 2019 I'm jealous of John, I want to be John when I grow up! Quote Link to comment
BladderLad 1,464 Posted January 14, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 14, 2019 Tell us about John! ? Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,720 Posted January 14, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 14, 2019 2 minutes ago, Wombat48 said: Tell us about John! ? I wasn’t sure if his story should be on this thread or a separate one as this is tagged as female? Happy to post later today in whatever place is best. I remember it in every detail as male desperation is delicious lol Quote Link to comment
BladderLad 1,464 Posted January 14, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 14, 2019 4 minutes ago, Mbgpeelover said: I wasn’t sure if his story should be on this thread or a separate one as this is tagged as female? Happy to post later today in whatever place is best. I remember it in every detail as male desperation is delicious lol Maybe create a new thread so easier to identify? did you see my new vid? ? Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,720 Posted January 14, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 14, 2019 29 minutes ago, Wombat48 said: Maybe create a new thread so easier to identify? did you see my new vid? ? Will have a look for it now. Where can I find it please? Quote Link to comment
BladderLad 1,464 Posted January 14, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 14, 2019 7 minutes ago, Mbgpeelover said: Will have a look for it now. Where can I find it please? Long slow piss in Omo general ? Quote Link to comment
mikev 41 Posted January 16, 2019 Share Posted January 16, 2019 On 1/5/2019 at 12:48 AM, Mbgpeelover said: Hope I am not over posting! Every bit of this is a true event. During my first year at university I paid to live in the halls of residence. It was a cheaply built prefabricated two story building with small individual rooms which contained a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, a shelf, bedside cabinet and a sink. Each floor had a corridor with twelve bedrooms which were all for the same sex students and at the end of each corridor was a set of toilets (four cubicles) and a set of four showers. Downstairs there was a communal area for sitting with a TV and along at the other side of the building was a large dining room. I was on the first floor and two thirds of the way along the corridor. I was 18 and very shy. I wasn’t terribly social and didn’t drink at that time for medical reasons. The most important thing was I hated anyone knowing I was going to the toilet. I found it so embarrassing and felt everyone would be looking at me. I was also terrified of anyone hearing me pee so struggled to go if anyone else was in another cubicle. I studied hard and having a sink meant I could make myself endless cups of tea with my kettle. I also drank water to help me concentrate. I would regularly find myself studying or writing up an assignment on my laptop sitting at my desk and need to visit the bathroom. The problem was if anyone was chatting in the corridor or people were mingling about, as was common, I was far too embarrassed to leave my room and have others see that I was going to the toilet. So I would just hold on until I could not hear anyone and then slip out as quick as I could. Usually by the time I managed this I was very desperate to go. I particularly remember one night when it must have been close to the end of term. We had some exams coming up but most of our assignments had already been handed in and the other students were starting to ‘wind down’. This meant they were in and out of each other’s bedrooms, chatting in corridors and generally being very social. This meant I really struggled to go to the toilet. I recall sitting at my desk after dinner and drinking water and tea and nibbling on some crisps while I tried to study for my exams. It wasn’t long at all before I began needing the toilet but there was a lot of chatting outside so I ignored my desire and crossed my legs. I kept studying not thinking much about it as holding on was normal for me anyway but it wasn’t long before I was reminded of my need to go, coupled with the fact I had been drinking more because the crisps were salty. I bounced my knee up and down and whispered to myself that I needed a wee. I talk to myself about my need a lot when bursting. Time went on and still I could hear chatting. I was finding it rather distracting so put some earphones in and tried to study. My bladder continued to remind me of my desire for release and by now I was intermittently crossing my legs tight and bouncing my knee or alternatively scissoring my legs in and out trying to hold my bursting bladder in. In the privacy of my own room I eventually found myself holding myself with one hand while I typed notes with the other and sitting right on the edge of my seat. I removed the headphones in the hope the place was quiet as I so had to pee and had been holding at least an hour whilst still drinking. My bladder was aching now too. I could not hear anyone so headed towards the door whispering to myself how bursting I was and pleading everyone to be away so I could run to the loos. It seemed quiet as I pee danced at my door so I slowly pulled the handle down and peeked out. As I glanced down the corridor with my hand between my legs but hidden by my door I was horrified to see two students had wedged their doors open and they were studying and chatting to each other freely. I would have to pass them both to get to the bathroom and that would mean they would know I had to pee. I was so embarrassed I closed my door and silently swore. Why could I not just walk to the toilets? I knew everyone peed but somehow the thought they would know where I was going coupled by the gross idea they might hear me pee terrified me and crippled me into staying in my room absolutely dying for a pee. I stood there and pee danced for a few minutes until my need died down to a manageable level. I often find my need comes in waves. I wasn’t really able to study now so I shut down my laptop and went over to look out my window. It faces the main entrance of the university and I stood there with my legs crossed and my hands drumming against my thighs as I tried to work out what to do. Other than the mug and my kettle I had nothing else I could see in my room that I could pee into as I could not work out how to aim into the sink as I wasn’t tall enough. I stood there wishing I was a man and able to aim into that sink. Oh did I need to urinate so bad. I tried sitting on the seat and rocking with one hand pushing against my vagina as it throbbed so bad for release whist my other hand pressed firmly on my table as my whole body tensed to try and keep my bladder from bursting. That worked for a very short time but I really HAD to go. Tears were forming in my eyes and my forehead was sweating. I was wearing leggings and a top so there was no buttons I could release to help my bladder expand and even my leggings felt tight at my waist now. I moved onto the bed where I writhed in utter longing to pee. I rolled about with a hand between my legs and stroked myself. Whilst I found the whole feeling a huge turn on I was concerned I would wet everywhere any minute. I tried kneeling with my foot under me and bouncing but that only helped for a minute too. I pulled my pillow over and sat on that pulling it between my legs as tight as I could as I rocked back and forth rhythmically. That helped a bit more but only because it was really turning me on a lot and I could feel my knickers getting damp. I panicked a little at this so slipped my hand inside my leggings and knickers to check if I had leaked but what I discovered was actually tons and tons of long stringy clear mucus that was causing my vagina to open, swell and gyrate. I pulled my hand out with my fingers soaked with my own juices as I continued to gyrate against the pillow with a orgasmic combination of being so horny mixed with an absolutely urgent desperate need to piss a never ending waterfall. I was whispering, almost panting, ‘gotta pee so bad, gotta orgasm so bad’ over and over as my whole body sweat and shook. I HAD to climax now so I quickly returned my hand inside my underwear and inserted two fingers easily inside myself as I pushed against my hand and fingers up and down as my head tipped back and rested against the wall behind me. It took very little time before I shook as I climaxed beautifully in the privacy of my bedroom as I held urgently onto my full bladder. It took a minute or two to recover and now my mouth felt so dry, I was sweating and my hand was literally covered with running mucus from my pussy. I got up, finished my glass of water from earlier and ran the tap to wash my hands. It was only then I realised I still needed the loo very very badly. Very badly indeed actually. I dried my hands, took a deep breath and walked down the corridor as quick as I could right past the two open doors and finally made it to the bathroom just in time for a huge torrent of pee to rush out of me. I only just managed to get my leggings down though so my knickers were totally drenched. Totally drenched indeed. I took them off including my leggings and wrung them over the toilet as I was still sitting on it, now naked from the waist down, then put some toilet paper on the crotch of my leggings to stop the wet pants showing through before putting my soaked knickers and toilet paper stuffed leggings back on. After washing and drying my hands I casually walked back to my room where I changed into fresh knickers and my pyjamas ready for bed. That was a very very close call that had a very unexpected twist. That was so hot. It got me rock hard. I would have loved to be there. Being with a bursting woman is my idea of heaven. Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
desp-fan2013 60 Posted January 16, 2019 Share Posted January 16, 2019 I really enjoyed your post as I usually do when you relate your recollections of females being desperate, wish that I would have been there to witness some of your desperations first hand, although I must admit that I might not have been quite as helpful as John was............. Quote Link to comment
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