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Mbgpeelover

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  1. It does t help you hold but it’s a sign they are turned on by it (or wanting to turn on the viewer). Very similar to a man stroking himself
  2. I love male omorashi BUT I don’t get anything out of just watching a guy pee himself. What I really enjoy is a genuine desperation for as long as possible. A man doing everything in his power to control his body, hold back against the pressure and stay strong. That to me is the sexiest thing any man can do and makes me weak at the knees. Hold it men!
  3. I don’t personally game but I would love watching a man desperately trying to hold his full bladder while he was gaming. Such a hot scenario as the only one stopping him from going is himself
  4. Absolutely! There’s no nicer feeling than a very full bladder. That tingling sensation, the ripples and pulses through your body, the tickling between your legs, the urge to wriggle and squirm and eventually (if in private) rubbing or touching yourself. It’s the greatest pleasure and free! I do it daily and then the ecstasy of finally allowing yourself to use the loo is orgasmic.
  5. What a great attempt to hold that when you must have been totally bursting! I loved watching you!
  6. This is so unbelievably hot! You have an amazing body with a huge bladder and watching you struggle like that was absolutely wonderful and incredible. Thank you for sharing. I think this is my new favourite vid!
  7. An Omo poem about a busy house with only one loo and a mum who needs to go… I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!” for anyone unable to read it: I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!”
  8. I have some on here where I’ve read some of my personal experiences.
  9. In answer to who I write for I don’t feel I can say as I need my real life to stay anonymous on here for privacy but it isn’t fiction I write in real life and I found the sites as I followed them for years before finally submitting. I also spent years building up my reputation via social media (Facebook page, Twitter profile etc) and writing for free to build up support. It didn’t just happen unfortunately. i was first published in my teens though which did help.
  10. I freelance write in real life completely unrelated to omo. However it’s extra income and not bread and butter because the money just isn’t reliable or consistent. Unfortunately however amazing you are as a writer (in some sites I write for I am paid more than double the other writers and I have done a lot of work for well known sites too) it’s a never ending struggle as no sooner have you had one piece accepted your have to immediately start another. If you require regular income to meet basic needs like remt, food etc unfortunately the only guarantee of getting this is looking for other sources that are reliable and consistent like paid employment at least for the meantime so you can survive.
  11. Earlier today I drove to a supermarket to get a few essentials I needed. As I was driving out the cars were queued up and as it was fairly warm I had my passenger window down half way. As I waited for the cars in front to leave I saw a well dressed woman who looked in her mid forties get out the passenger side of a parked car. She was very well dressed in smart trousers and a floral blouse with high heels and her hair and make up all done. She looked like she’d just come from a wedding or christening or first communion or something. I was stuck where I was and noticed as she came out the car that she was very antsy and moving around a lot. The car in front moved so I edged forward and even closer to her as the male driver of the car walked towards the store doors but she couldn’t keep up. Instead she suddenly bent forward slightly with her knees and thighs tightly together and both hands in front of her crotch area looking very flushed. The male noticed she wasn’t beside him, turned and shouted to her: ”you ok?” ”No! We are so going via the toilets first! This is murder!” I had to drive then as the traffic moved so I have no idea if she made it into the store bathrooms in time or not. I know from experience that the bathrooms in that store aren’t obvious and are hidden in a corner by the customer services so you really have to know where to look. I do wonder what caused her to get in such a desperate state too.
  12. I used to work in a show shop. Thursday was delivery afternoon and my role was to unload the pallets of shoes and then take each pair and put it in the right place in the stock room in size order. This meant going up and down ladders and rearranging stock to get boxes of shoes in exactly the right places. As I had a time limit I always made sure to eat and drink before starting but the bending down, going up and down ladders and the pace of the task always seemed to trigger my bladder and I’d be squirming around by the end of my shift desperate to wee! The only toilet was in a corridor outside the stick room but I had an awful shop manager who would yell at you if she caught you leaving the stock room before completing the job. Once or twice I recall the lorry driver bursting too…those were the best shifts lol
  13. I won’t be online as much during summer as privacy will be limited but thinking a wee catch up of Sarah and Will from In Times of Desperation and Liam and Megan from this one (Anything to confess) would be very doable and fun. I got very attached to them both and miss writing these. i didn’t feel pressured at all and actually touched that so many enjoy my writing.
  14. Actually I was just thinking if wether to write another novel. This was my third for here and if others would like I’d happily either write a sequel for this or something entirely new.
  15. So glad I wasn’t the only one thinking that! i was actually away during the extra bank holidays at a holiday park staying in a caravan. The main lounge of the van looked onto a sales area that was holding an event for the jubilee. Bands, bouncy castle that sort of stuff. Loads of tables set out and plenty food and drink but zero toilets as everyone onsite was renting or owned a caravan so was expected to go there. However I noticed loads of people choosing to stay for the entertainment while drinking steadily and I had a very clear view of one lady all dressed in shorts and t-shirt who started dancing to the music then sat crossed legged then stood to watch something and was moving from foot to foot. Every time I glanced over she was getting more restless but yet she stayed there almost another hour! The last I saw her she was sat back on a chair swinging her legs constantly and still drinking. It was pretty obvious she was bursting but nit wanting to walk all the way back to her caravan and miss something. There were hundreds of caravans so she could have had quite a walk back to hers!
  16. Awww thank you. I have no intention of leaving though I have been unwell with cellulitis for a while hence why I haven’t been around much.
  17. For a while I have been browsing through old stories and posts on here and it really struck me what a huge free resource this is so I wanted to stop and thank every single one of you who share experiences, write stories (and even novels!), share pictures and comics and put videos on for others to enjoy. There is so much quality content here all without cost which makes this site incredible and wonderful. huge thanks to the moderators too keeping everything ticking over so well. Your work is appreciated.
  18. Happy anniversary! We are all glad you are here
  19. So much in life changes with age and I have noticed how we handle a full bladder that desperately needs emptied is the same. Young children with little social awareness might hold themselves in public or dance around but a teenager is likely to be far more discreet. A middle age adult is unlikely to even mention it if they can avoid it and likely to show as little signs as possible. That being said I was a very shy quiet child who hated ever asking for the toilet anywhere and who would hold as discreetly as possible to the dire end without holding myself or dancing and causing attention. Of course if I was alone I would do absolutely ANYTHING to help me hold on but if anyone else could see me I acted as normal as possible. has how you hold and act when desperate changes as you have aged and if so how? Do you ever wish it was socially acceptable to squirm or hold yourself when bursting?
  20. As a woman I feel woman’s underwear is actually generally a closer fit and far less loose than mens. I wear all sorts of different styles of pants from shirts style right to skimpy and even full knickers at times. It depends on my mood but as far as helping me hold they are all as close fitting to my crotch as each other and the only type of pants that I find a bit tricker too hold in are tiny things as there’s pretty much no material against my urethra at all! What I do find is that the material matter a lot. Cotton absorbs any dribbles and the warmth and dampness against my throbbing urethra can send urges into overdrive and make holding on after a dribble almost impossible. Lycra or nylon can feel naturally cooler against my sensitive parts but they also cause slightly more friction which can tingle and distract me when holding. Lace is the worst as it tickles and anything tickling me when I am absolutely bursting is fatal! I do like seeing me in more fitted underwear when bursting myself as I like to be able to see where any leaks are and I confess I thoroughly enjoy seeing the outline of their penis too
  21. I recently recorded a piece for someone on here and loved it so I hope your new ventures work well. It’s very enjoyable hearing someone read something you like.
  22. You can come massage me any time you like! That was such a hot story! Thank you so much for sharing!
  23. this story was inspired by a Facebook post I saw advertising a pta car bout fundraiser with a note saying ‘please note the school building will be closed during this event and there will be no access to the facilities.” The car boot sale When Alyson sent me the advert on messenger I ought to have read the small print. Entirely my fault I guess. All I saw was that it was for her kid’s school and she knows I’ll do anything for my nieces so I, of course, said yes. Anyway I’m always looking for opportunities to sell my home made cakes so it sounded perfect. I spent the whole week baking after work. It was exhausting but great fun and, for me, very relaxing. Armed with bags of goods, cardboard presentation boxes filled with cup cakes, cones of various sweets and even a pile of flyers advertising my prices I packed my car as full as possible, swallowed my second coffee of the morning and headed to the school a few towns away. Arriving half an hour before opening I was surprised just how busy it already was but I was directed in and reversed into a good spot and started setting up. A lady with a lanyard came around asking for my admission fee and looked at my cakes. She bought a bag of fudge making my first sale. It was all looking great! To the left of me was a Volvo with a boot bulging with kids toys and books and to the other side of me was this middle aged man with red hair who I later found out was actually one of the teachers! I should have maybe guessed that since his boot was full of brand new books and stationery from a well known educational supplier! We passed the time of day with each other as we busied ourselves with setting up as more people began gathering near the school gate. I watched as a burger van was directed into the car park and parked up. My nieces would be thrilled at that I thought! From the very start business was steady and my eldest niece Katy came rushing to say hi to me fairly early on. I did ask if she wanted to stay and help but the lure of everything on sale seemed way too tempting. Alyson did pop by and asked if I’d like a tea or coffee. I wasn’t going to say no now was I? It was meant to be on from 10am until 1pm but the way things were going I wondered if I might sell out too early. I spread out my cakes more as things sold and enjoyed the whole atmosphere and listening to the chat between sales. It was a lovely morning and I was so pleased for my sister that the event was going so well. The only little niggling thing was that I was starting to need a wee. Nothing too bad and as an experienced car booter I am adept at waiting so I didn’t worry much about it at that point. That was until this family came up to my car looking at my cakes. The woman was well built, looked to be in her thirties and the male was dressed in joggers and a football shirt with his hair in a pony tail. With them was a young lad with hair past his ears and joggers on just like the man. The woman was in raptures about my baking admiring the boxes of cakes and asking about my prices for birthday cakes and cupcakes. The man meanwhile was munching on a burger from a brown paper bag and the lad was drinking from a can of coke. Despite talking to the woman it was the lad that was stealing my attention as he wasn’t standing still and was looking towards the school anxiously. After the woman finally decided on what she wanted and made her purchase they walked over to the car next to mine to look at the toys and books. I glanced over just as the boy seemed to tug the woman, who I presumed was his mum, and said he wanted to go home. I was so mortified for that lad at the woman’s response as she spoke so loudly that the entire car park could have heard her! “I’m trying to support your school Gius! Look at these little action figures! You loved these last summer! You sure you don’t want a new one? Look they’re only £2 too!” “Mum! You know I don’t play with those any more! Can’t we just go home now, please!”: “Why? What you wanting home for? To sit in your room playing computer games? Let’s see what else there is here!” Much quieter than his loud mouth mum the young lad shook his leg, bowed his head and looked at the ground.” “I just want the bathroom that’s all.” “We’ll you should have went before we left home then shouldn’t you!” As I said she was loud and people couldn’t help but overhear. I tried looking everywhere other than at that family, trying to reshuffle what was left of my cakes and sweets and trying to distract myself from my own body’s need. It wasn’t the first time I’d had a full bladder at a car boot and it wouldn’t be the last but I definitely didn’t want to hear about anyone else in the same situation. That was when the red haired man next to me looked at me and suddenly spoke to me. “They should have pushed more to get the school open really. I know the PTA didn’t want the extra expense but I could have predicted this would happen.” I gave him a double take as I processed what he’d said. “They haven’t opened up the school?” “Nope. The committee wasn’t willing to pay the janitor. They did put it on the flyer but even so it was bound to happen with a public event. They weren’t thinking of us stall holders either clearly!” He nodded to me and I realised I was sort of bouncing on my heels whilst moving stuff. Was he aware I had to pee or was he just making casual comment? I wasn’t sure at that point but he went on to say he was a teacher and that he had seemingly pointed out to the pta that they weren’t really considering the stall holders, nor the public, especially children, but they were insistent that they wouldn’t make money if they had to pay the three hour let for the whole building just to get access to toilets. I nodded not really sure what to say as I let the fact there was no toilets sink in my mind. As I say I felt sort of awkward especially knowing my sister was on the pta committee so I looked around hoping for some more customers and noticed the family with the boy were still hanging about despite the child obviously getting more and more distressed. The red haired teacher obviously noticed too as I heard him mutter quietly, “You’d think they’d notice he’s bursting. Poor boy.” Our eyes met again and I smiled awkwardly. He was cute looking and obviously caring and for the first time I noticed he was learning on his own car with one ankle over the other. Just then another customer came over and I turned my thoughts back to selling. After they left with a box of cupcakes I turned to rearrange the last of my stuff feeling a bit of a breeze waft up the edge of my dress heightening my need to pee rather a lot. I tried disguising it by moving around but I had this weird feeling I was being watched. However, when I turned back I couldn’t see anyone looking at me at all. Up until this point I had been standing by my car but I had been out for over two hours by this point and my legs and feet were starting to ache. I was also finding it harder to stand still as the tingling feeling between my legs increased to the point it was very distracting. As an experienced car booter I opened the side door of my car and pulled out a canvas fold out chair. As I opened it out the man nearby was standing leaning on his car this time with his legs crossed more at the knees as he smiled down at me. “I wish I had thought of that! Can you tell it’s my first time ever doing a car bout sale?” “Really? I wouldn’t have known. You’ve done pretty well by the looks of it anyway. I actually forgot all about this seat until my feet began aching there.” “Ah. That explains the moving around then.” I wasn’t about to tell a stranger that my movement was nothing to do with my feet and more to do with my full bladder so I decided the safest option was just to agree with him. “This is much better now though.” I glanced at my watch as I noticed the crowd thinning a bit. “Wow. Only 45 minutes to go. I might just sell out by then.” As there was no-one currently looking at his wares he stepped towards mine and took a good look at a box of cupcakes. Picking them up he brought them closer towards me. “I can see why. These look delicious. How much for the box?” I took his money and thanked him. “Fancy checking out what I have to offer then?” I blushed, immediately thinking his words meant something different before realising he literally meant looking at his educational supplies as he nodded to his open boot. I really didn’t want to get off my chair as sitting down was helping me hold my pee so much easier but I kind of felt I owed him so I stood up and took a few steps towards his open boot. It was that standing up that really changed things. All of a sudden it was like my bladder was sending these urgent pangs and all I could think about was finding a bathroom! Of course I already knew the school was closed and it was impossible to get my car out the car park with the crowd and all the cars parked up selling so I was essentially trapped with nowhere to go! I feigned an interest in the encyclopaedias and maths books but I was hyper aware of the fact I had one leg rubbing the back of the other and my hands were rubbing my thighs too. I knew I was sweating and awkward looking so I picked up a book on Victorian Britain just to try and distract myself. “Fascinating period of history that. Marbles, spinning tops, petticoats, corsets and not forgetting the lack of running water and chamber pots!” I felt myself blushing. Why had he had to mention running water and chamber pots? I put the book back and muttered something about not having kids yet and quickly sat back in my canvas folding seat immediately crossing my legs tightly. He laughed a little but I kept my eyes as far away from him as I could. All I could think about though was his mention of a bloody chamber pot! Oh how I would have loved one of those right at that point! There was a bit of a last minute clamber for final bargains but by 12:45 it was obvious the boot sale was winding down. The Volvo next to me was starting to pack up what was left of their second hand toys and books and I heard the red haired teacher talk to me again. “At last! Oh to get home for a cup of coffee and a sit down!” As I packed away what was left of my baking I muttered to myself as I bounced around nervously, now desperate for the loo. I hadn’t intended anyone else to hear me of course! “And a toilet! Oft I so can’t wait to get to one of those!” “You’re not the only one!” I turned in shock and embarrassment to see my car neighbour facing away from the last of the crowd with one hand awkwardly over his crotch and his cheeks scarlet. Checking behind him to make sure no-one was watching he stepped closer to me still clutching between his legs. “Remember that boy earlier telling his mum he wanted home? I’ve been needed to go since before then! I actually can’t believe the pta never paid to get the school open!” “Me neither. But don’t tell my sister I said that! Oh feck I’m bursting here! You think they’d let us go?” “What? Right now?” I looked him in the eye as his face reddened even more as he squeezed his thighs together as I bounced around. “I meant the cars. Not weeing!” “Of course! Sorry! I have pissing on the brain I’m afraid. So got to go!” I chuckled and pressed a hand between my own legs as only he could see (I hoped anyway!) “Me too!” I closed my boot down and remained sitting on my seat squeezing my muscles in and begging time to go faster. Oh how badly I had to go by that point! It really was all I could think about! I must have drifted off a bit into my own desperate mind as I jumped when one of the cars beside me closed their boot with a bang making me leak a bit with the shock. Blushing and looking around anxiously I noticed that the teacher wasn’t there any more. His can boot was now closed but I had no idea where he had went. It was the. I saw my sister approach me looking tired but happy. “You sold out too? Seems everyone has done well! I’m going to head home with the girls now but we’ll FaceTime later tonight as usual. Thanks so much for coming today! You know it means such a lot to us.” I really wanted to get up and hug her to say goodbye but I knew if I was to stand up I would immediately wet myself I was so desperate! In fact after the jump with the car boot closing I could feel my grip loosening by the second! I was honestly sitting there thinking to myself if i sit here any longer I am going to leave a puddle! I waved to Alyson as she walked briskly away towards the gate where my two nieces were waiting with bags. I really wanted to get in my car but I could see none of the cars had left yet and it looked like they were trying to herd the last of the stragglers out the school gate so they could open it to let the cars out one by one so I just sat there squeezing and tensing and praying I could hold on. Meanwhile I still couldn’t see the teacher guy until several minutes later when I heard a car door and then heard him behind me. I turned to see him walking around the front of his car away from everyone as he came beside my chair and leaned on it casually. “Finally. Looks like we can leave at last.” How was he so calm sounding when I was absolutely frantic and struggling to even talk? I looked up to see him smiling and relaxed. My puzzled look must have been obvious as he leaned quietly down and filled me in. “You’re not the only one who had something in their car to help them relax! I couldn’t wait any longer so I sat in my car and used an empty bottle I had in the door well. It was that or piss against the car!” Talk about feel jealous! Here I was nearly wetting myself while this man, whose name I didn’t even know, had just emptied his bladder metres from me into a bottle without anyone knowing! I wanted to scream at the unfairness. I sat silently not even knowing what to say when finally he broke the silence. “Pity that book didn’t come with some real artefacts. Marbles maybe, or a petticoat…or a chamber pot perhaps?” I think the redness of my face, the way I was sitting, the ways my mouth tensed and how my knuckles were white with gripping the sides of the fold up seat all told him what he needed to know. I knew then looking at the people talking and the closed gates and the locked school that I wasn’t going to make it home dry. I closed my eyes as another strong bladder spasm pushed against me. As tightly as I tried to squeeze and fight against it it hurt and the pressure was incredibly strong. A spurt shot out making my pants warm and damp. I bowed my head and took a deep breath trying to wade off the discomfort. If he knew what was happening he was at least sensitive enough not to say and kind enough to step forward and casually cover me. I gasped softly as another urge pushed down from my distended aching bladder as another warm spurt escaped. This time it took seconds longer to clamp off and I could feel the chair was now damp with my pee. The man glanced back and winked but then immediately turned away and looked around as if trying to protect me. I leaned slightly forwards trying not to cry as my hands gripped the side of the chair tightly. I couldn’t go on. I couldn’t hold even another second as I raised my bottom ever so slightly from the canvas seat and relaxed as urine whizzed steadily out from between my legs, soaking through my pants and running down my leg, collecting on the canvas chair before slowly soaking through and dribbling onto the ground. I longed to stop but my body wouldn’t let me as I did all I could to balance myself and keep at least the front and sides of my dress dry. My pee was pooling on the chair as I peed so furiously that it was now meeting my knickers that were slightly raised above it. Yet I still couldn’t stop going! The metal legs of the chair were soaked, the seat pretty much ruined I expected and I was utterly mortified. Apparently the pta raised a fortune and not one person complained about the school building being closed so they have no plans to change it next year. I’m certainly not going to ever mention to my sister what happened that day but from now on I will definitely be reading the small print on things. Oh and I had to get a new fold up chair but I found a great one at a car boot sale the following week. I found a book about Victorian Britain too but I left that one. It reminded me far too much of that day for some reason…..
  24. I think any ending that bring YOU as the writer satisfaction is perfect as people like different things and a well written story can be very enjoyable, even more so, if the person makes it on time. Don’t t be afraid to write whatever you enjoy.
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