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To pee or not to pee, that is the question. (Yes, it was a low hanging pun and I have no regrets)

So this experience happened to me yesterday morning. I had gone to bed the evening prior for some rest due to work and how the temperature had risen over the past week. Normally, my sleep attire ranges from being in light clothing to just sleeping naked. That night was the latter as I was just worn out and wanted to crash, only draping a comforter As has been the case before, due to me being a heavy sleeper, I tend to stay settled in bed perhaps longer than I should, which has led to a few occasions over the past year or two of some unfortunate accidents. While sleeping, I was having familiar moments of relief washing over me and sense of warmth. In my sleep state, something seemed to be prodding me as though it were trying to jar me to consciousness. This, as it turned out, was correct to be feeling, as I started to wake up, and in that instant, feel a all-too-familiar rush of liquid coursing from my bladder and speeding through my urethra. I gasped and as quickly as I could, grabbed my crotch the instant that hot pee started to shoot out of my dick and stemming some of the flow that started. I was cursing at myself in my head that I had almost had another big accident on the bed and rolled out as carefully as I could to not disturb anyone else who was asleep. I didn't have time to check and see if any damage was done to the sheets; all I could was hope that my quick thinking had actually caught it in time. I stood there at the side of the bed for what was probably only a minute, but felt like an hour as I realized I had a very big problem: I was standing on the side of the bed, completely naked in the darkness, holding my crotch, bouncing up and down, immensely desperate to pee. Grabbing myself definitely stopped the stream, but now my bladder had tasted a small ounce of relief and wanted more. Normally, due to my holds I used to do, I could experience a wave and though it would be pretty strong, would start to decade a bit with time. Now, though, I actually had let a bit of wetness out and that urge was ever present. I had to keep grabbing and holding my crotch to prevent any more from coming out. I only had two options available to me, but each had its own risk: I could try and rush to the bathroom and get my much needed relief, but with the fact I was naked, I had no way of knowing if anyone else was awake at the time and despite being just down the hall, the thought of getting spotted was mortifying. On the other hand, I had my clothes basket near me and thought maybe I could throw something on real quick to head out of the room for the same destination. The problem though was, again, the strong urge I was dealing with. On a 1-10 scale, I was probably at an 8 or 9 in my panicked state, and my left hand clutching myself was the only thing currently preventing me from flooding the floor, so trying to use one hand to get dressed while lunging over would have proved difficult, let alone two. I knew I had to make a decision. I was running out of time and strength, as my bladder was getting impatient. I kept my thighs together the whole time with my lips puckered as much as I could to avoid making any unnecessary noise, but if I didn't do something now, my body was going to make the decision for me. Then and there, I threw caution to the wind and decided to try to make it to the bathroom as I was. I moved from my side of the bed, far too slowly for my taste at that moment, used my free hand to openthe bedroom door as quietly as I could, and looked out into the hall. I saw no open doors and no lights on, and staring back at me was the white porcelain throne I viewed as my goal. With as calmly as I could, I walked along the side of the floor to keep creaking to a minimum, using my free hand to brace against the wall, got to the bathroom, and to give my legs a bit of the breather, sat down and let out a much needed sigh of relief as I could finally let go of the wave of piss that was waiting to be freed for what seemed like eons. Once I was done with that mission, I grabbed a towel I had hanging in the bathroom and went back to my room to see if there indeed had been any damage from my initial awakening. To my chagrin, my comforter had gotten soaked with a bit of pee during my initial grab and the bed sheet had a tiny patch on it, but luckily, nothing seemed to messed up. I had actually forgotten that I also put a mat under my mattress liner not too long ago, just in case a situation like this occurred again. With that, I took off the comforter, laid the towel down to give me a dry spot to rest, and then went back to sleep until the morning where I took the bedding off to give it a good wash. So that was my latest experience. Hope that you enjoyed the read.

Definitely omo and bondage. I prefer the desperation side of things more so that some extra fun into the situation if a woman can't easily remove her clothes easily.

Standing up. I have had a preference to pee outside a lot recently. Not only for saving on water but it does have that freeing feeling as well, and with some extra tree covering and shrubbery in my yard, I also have the privacy factor as well.

I think turning 13 what when I really noticed "ooh, I like this", but the earliest scene I remember was when I was 10 or 11 and saw an episode of Married...with Children with Kelly on a date wearing a red dress and being so desperate to pee that she was doubled over and doing a minor pee dance. Even then, there was something in my brain that had the gears turning, even though at the time, I didn't know what it was.

"Prolonged Desperation" by Sosha from HD Wetting. As someone who enjoys the desperation aspect for than anything with this kink, this was a perfect 10 video.

It would probably be difficult to narrow down with the blur unless someone already had the full vid.

Very hot. Love the desperation.

As am adult, I haven't had any conscious accidents, but I've had around a dozen while asleep, so bedwetting has been a recent issue for me over the years. I usually am pretty good about emptying before I go to sleep, but I guess my bladder Alcan refill during the night very easily, and me being a heavy sleeper doubles that risk.

EP was a great source of omo stories and experiences. I even have a friend in here that I originally knew from that site.

She would send me texts encouraging me to try to hold on as long as possible.

I've attempted a 24 hour hold 3 times (this was about a decade ago) to see if I could last. Twice I fell just short (one by about 15 minutes) and the third time I made it plus an extra 5 minutes thanks to my GF at the time.

That is certainly a unique situation. Perhaps when your bladder is so full, it is pressing dowm on your sensitive spot and by holding for that long, any kind of pushback on it activates all the built-up stimuli, causing the wave.

Much enjoy it more when a woman say she has to pee.