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DespLoveDennis

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  1. I love the role as helpful friend. It's a position I have found myself in with many girlfriends. It's a nice position as you can witness the desperation up close without being creepy.
  2. I have always enjoyed seeing desperation. Ironically, I have a small bladder myself, and I am quite nervous about that in real life. It's like me enjoying other's desperation is a compensation for that. I also often find people see it as something funny that a guy has a small bladder, which has always made me feel embarrased about my problems. Lately I opened up about it to a real life girlfriend. And I would like to talk more about it. Maybe ending up enjoying my side of desperation more. Any people of you would like to chat about my real life troubles with my small bladder? Drop my a message if you like. I would find it interesting to hear your opinions about it.
  3. I can totally affirm that! I am from Belgium too, and I love our beer culture. But man, it works on the bladder! Often it seems that twice the amount comes out. One of the effects is also the "sudden desperation": so one moment you don't really need to pee, and all of a sudden your bladder starts filling at record pace. Typically causes trouble on the way home indeed!
  4. I once had an almost-accident when I drove my car out of the university parking lot. It was hard to see any oncoming traffic and I had missed a truck that was driving on the road. As soon as I turned onto the road it appeared as a giant image in my mirrors, and he honked LOUD AND LONG in total anger. I vibrated through my whole body and I got such a scare that I felt my bladder contract and (I think) some drops escape. I was just able to cut of the further flow and return to normal. But I remember that I kept being "desperate", like really needing to pee. So I had to drive home with this bursting feeling and rush inside to finally get relief.
  5. Wow, I have never read a better description of the dilemma I am often in. If I drink lots in a short time, I get desperate quickly (which is nice if I want to enjoy desperation in private), but it is so hard to hold it! This makes a fast desperation over quite quickly. When it is a gruadual buildup, I seem to be able to hold on much longer. But then it takes a lot more time to get to the desperate state. I also recognize the problem with it in situations where desperation is not desired. I have the same thing as you when I am out drinking with friends and a lot of liquid goes into me in a short time. You know: you are vibing with friends, and talking - drinking- talking - drinking. When I am unlucky a sudden wave of desperation hits me on the way home or during a trip between two pubs or so. It can be so embarrassing because just like you I cannot easily hold such sudden filling of my bladder. So even if it is like a 15 minute walk between two pubs, it already amounts to a very desperate situation. Which can be so crazy to other people!
  6. Isn't this also dependent on the relative bladder sizes? Someone with a huge bladder could just choose not to go outside. Because he/she doesn't find it comfortable, or just likes to hold it. I have a rather small bladder capacity, so I would find it quite unfair if a woman would use the "you should not go as a guy, because we women can't go too" argument on me while she had a super large bladder.
  7. For me it certainly started as a coping mechanism. I was very embarrassed by my desperation and accidents as a kid. So when I saw others in the same situation, it was like I could "project" those feelings on them. Sort of like: haha, I am not the only one! It as only in puberty it also became a sexual fetish because it got linked to my interest in girls. I still feel embarrassed by my small bladder nowadays, although I am more open about it now. I feel that talking about it on forums like this also is a sort of coping with it. The fact that people enjoy this kind of content here and listen to your stories helps to give them a nice place in my head.
  8. I worked as a teacher once at a school where the male teachers organized a "men-weekend" every year. It was a former all-girls school, so there were far less male teachers and they held this weekend as a sort of bonding activity. I decided to go with them that year. They had rented a house in a more nature part of the country. One of the guys had a minivan that he would drive to there. So we were with like 7 or 8 people in the van. As a typical guy thing, they had crates of beer in the trunk - more than enough for the whole weekend. And during the ride they all decided to already open some beers (except for the driver of course). I am not such a "men among each other" type, but I decided to participate. It brought a lot of joy in the van, but after a short while I already needed to pee. I really don't have the bladder capacity for long car rides, let alone for drinking alcohol during them! But nobody was mentioning a need to pee, so I decided to wait it out for a bit. Just as I was starting to feel quite uncomfortable, others were also starting to complain about filling bladders. The driver had planned a rest stop at a "very nice spot along the way" where we also could eat something, but that was still like two hours away. This caused a discussion if we would stop more early, or if we would wait it out till then. It was not really a heavy discussion, more like a lot of joking and teasing around. Which made me quite nervous as I now was getting really desperate. I felt it was more about the teasing than really planning in a stop. I had stopped drinking, but I regretted the pints I already had had. I knew they were too much for me. Lucky there was another guy that was a bit more serious too. And together with him I could convince the rest that we should take a short stop. Again with a lot of teasing and laughing, but I did not mind: I wanted to pee, and as soon as possible! Which even wasn't that soon, to my annoyance. We were on this highway circling a large city, with dense traffic and no areas to do even a quick rest stop. We saw signs for a gas station with facilities, a few kilometers further. It was decided we would stop there, but the traffic was quite slow so it took like ages to bridge those kilometers! My bladder was really hurting at that point. It was like the beer was going down big time, I could feel it getting worse by the minute. There where the others were like just annoyed that they had to wait with a full bladder, I was in a totally desperate state. You know, that one person in your car that needs to pee so badly he is making a whole show around it? Yeah, that was me ... and I could not help it. I wished I could just wait it out, gritting my teeth or so, but I was in too much panic. It felt like I was about to wet my pants any next second. We made the rest stop. And yes, I made it too. With a bladder that was painful for the rest of the day. And with a lot of comments from my colleagues that found my small bladder capacity super amusing. Luckily they did not comment on it the following days of the weekend. Guess for them it was just some thing that happened. No fetish lovers among them, I guess!
  9. We have a yearly large festival here in the city. Very busy with stages on the squares and lots of people. When I was with a group, we walked along the festival, going from square to square. The streets are quite packed with people, along the streets there are also toilet wagons with long queues for the ladies. As the group is walking, you have the opportunity as a guy to quickly do a pee at one of the urinals in the wagons and be out before you lose sight of the group. But of course, that is not the case for the girls. So I remember this time the girls started complaining they really needed to pee from all the drinking. And as they could not just sneak out for a pee, it got sort of "planned". We would go to a park square where there were also seating places and food stands. This wasn't far in distance, but with packed streets it takes quite some time to get there (imagine constantly navigating through masses - with lots of bottlenecks at popular spots). So during that walk the girls got desperate, really mentioning their need constantly. Arriving at the park, the group agreed to take a stop to eat something at the food trucks, while the girls went for the toilets. Which of course also had a queue in front of them. I remember one of the girls immediately started bending forward in desperation, as soon as she joined the line. You could see her shaking her head in and like cursing/complaining to the other girlfriends. The others were still okay, just crossing legs and arms. But she made a desperation show the whole wait long!
  10. I have told a girl I am intimate with. She is quite open-minded when it comes to sexual practices, so it came up when we were talking about our deepest sexual fantasies. It was quite new to her. Well, she had heard about golden showers, but I had to explain the whole psychology behind "desperation" to her. This was the most difficult part: it's easy to say "I like red panties", but wow try to explain what sort of desperate situations arouse you and why - quite a task to someone that does not share the fetish. But she was open to it and we started to experiment with it step by step. She was very thrilled to see that it aroused me so intensely - as if she had found a secret key to make my instantly horny. And after that she also started to find it horny to do it for me, because she associated it with our erotic play. I also feel that now that I have fully disclosed it to a person that is totally okay with it, it would be easier for me to also tell it to people that are neutral or maybe negative about it.
  11. I can totally relate to that! Would be nice to just have the normal size, just for everyday convenience!
  12. I feel it has a lot to do with how strong the link is between your bladder and your brain. I know some people that just can "forget" their need when doing something else. Or that can just keep carrying on what they are doing, even though they get lots of urgency signals from their bladder. For me that is not the case: when I feel the need, it doesn't go away and only gets stronger. And the stronger it gets, the less brain space I have to concentrate on other things. So in the case of handling keys, it's like I have to force my brain to make space to concentrate on opening the door. Causing a sudden diminishing in holding power. Same thing when I am close to the toilet and start anticipating: my brain suddenly is lured into thinking and not holding. So I think it is more a question of how much a "psychological" type you are when it comes to holding.
  13. This was the case for me. As a child I had a limited bladder capacity, which caused accidents in class. I remember I was taken to the doctor, but there was never a clear diagnosis. Just a limited capacity and a high sensitivity (I feel the need quite early on, leading to frequent going to the bathroom). During my early school years I was given special permissions to leave class to use the bathroom whenever I wanted. Later on I learned to adapt by going frequently to the bathroom and keeping an eye on my drinking. My bladder increased in size, but it having being a small capacity compared to others. My bladder also reacts quite irritated to certain fluids and the general feeling of fullness. So I don't know that feeling of "forgetting" your need. And I also haven't been able to stretch it to greater capacity. Quite special is that this problem has created a fetish of being interested in the desperation of OTHERS. A fascination that already started when I had my bladder problems as a kid. As if I got obsessed by seeing others having the same problem. Later in puberty it also got a sexual component, by which I got aroused when I see others desperate. Since then I have this duality: enjoying the desperation of others, and getting very nervous when experiencing my own. Lately I have a girlfriend that is very open minded and was ok sharing this fetish with me, although she was initially not into it. But it took some explaining that my fetish wasn't that symmetric: that I enjoyed the holding of others, but had difficulties with my own. So she held it for me, and step by step has been motivating me to do the same for her.
  14. My first girlfriend once had a full wetting accident in her car while we were driving back to her parents (where she still lived). We were quite close to her parent's home, so we just kept driving to there. She rushed inside to the comfort of her mom. Meanwhile me and her dad cleaned the car seat. I tried to comfort her about it that night when we were lying in bed. But she actually rather did not wanted to talk about it. So I left it alone.
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