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It was late at night, after the bars had shut. I was sitting on a wall, waiting for someone. On the other side of the road were two girls together. One was on the phone. I think she was arranging for their lift to collect them. The other was clearly desperate for a pee. She couldn't stand still and she kept grabbing herself through the front of her shorts. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I was sure she was about to dart away somewhere to pee in a dark alley, a shop doorway, or between two cars. Clearly she wanted to stay with her friend and she kept trying to attract her attention.

I've written about this before. I was with a girl, a little way from home, and she was getting increasingly desperate. We were joking about how badly she needed to pee, and I was encouraging her to hold on. Then, I'm not sure why, I think it was just for a joke, when she told me again that she really, really had to pee, I flippantly said, 'Well, go on then!' She wasn't expecting it, and it threw her off balance. She stopped and, wide-eyed, pissed on the ground, through her knickers, standing right in front of me. She actually thought it quite funny. A few minutes later, when we were

I imagined inventing a device, a bit like a ray gun. I can point it at someone, and it will give me two readings. The first tells me how badly she needs to pee; how full her bladder actually is. The second tells me how badly she feels she needs to pee. It also has two controls. The first allows me to speed up, or slow down, how fast her bladder is filling. This means I can help her hold on, or, if I turn it up, I can make her desperate quickly. The second affects the sensations she is getting from her bladder. I can numb them, so she is not aware of how full her bladder is.

The problem is not with the apps. The problem is with inadequate privacy laws in your country. Blaming foreigners for things that are entirely under your own control? Not a good look.

One music festival I used to go to regularly appointed a security guy to stop people using the disabled toilet (unless they were entitled to use it). It was a single cubicle at the end of a row of portaloos in the main arena. Towards the end of the day the queues would get silly and people - all genders - who couldn't wait would pee against the fence instead. I often saw him turn away women who were pleading with him, legs crossed and hand jammed into their crotches, to break the rules. He never did, and they usually then just squatted in the grass beside the portaloo. He also sto

I did then. She was a friend of a friend. I've lost touch with her now.

There's an old photo I'd really like to see again. I think it came from WebShots (remember them?) originally. It was a night shot of a girl squatting to pee. It was taken from above her, and showed her fresh puddle spreading across the tarmac. She was looking up and smiling. She wore a stripy top, and had pale brown hair. I may have remembered some of those details wrongly, but I'm sure I would recognise it if I saw it again. There are thousands of older photos in the 'Bad Peeing' album series on OneClickChicks - https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/all_albums.php?s=&sort=la

A few years ago I saw a young woman wetting her knickers as she fainted. She had scratched her hand and the sight of blood made her light headed. She became wobbly and sighed loudly as her legs buckled. A friend of mine caught her under her arms as she fell backwards. I heard a loud splashing noise. She was emptying her bladder through her clothes. Pee poured from her skirt on to the hard ground. Already there was a large puddle darkening the floor. She was limp in my friend's grasp. He pulled her backwards and gently lowered her to the ground. She was still pissing in

Just flip the cables so the walls become transparent when the door is locked.

Public per voyeur? (It's my kink too.)

Pre-internet days (remember those?) Nancy Friday wrote a series of books about sexual fantasies. The stories were based on interviews, or pieces that her research subjects had written for her. 'Men in Love' is the book about male fantasies. It has a 'watersports' chapter. There are two stories in it I read, over and over again. One was based on a trip out to the countryside. The girl ('Pam', I think she was) needed to wee. So, knowing it would turn him on, she looked him in the eye, pulled up her denim skirt, then squatted in front of him. She spread her thighs, and wet her cotton

I've written about it before. I was with a girl who got increasingly desperate when we were out of doors with nowhere to pee. Several times she told me how badly she needed to go. We joked about it, but each time I told her to hold on a bit longer. Until the last time when, for a laugh, I just said, 'Well, go on then!' Somehow she had been depending on me telling her to go on, to help her hold and when I told her to go, she started to wet herself. Once she had started to leak, she quickly lost control. Standing right in front of me she pissed in the grass, a strong steady stream fal

I found one spot by accident. In a city with a large student population. There was an organised pub crawl one evening. The students bought a t-shirt in advance and that gave them admission to several late night bars and clubs. What actually happened is the students stayed in their digs, drinking cheap beer and wine from the supermarket. Then they got the bus into the city centre, to go to the late night venues as the pubs were shutting. I discovered that lots of them were getting off at one stop. And many of them were bursting for a pee. There was a small alley that led to a

FreckledRed on PornHub: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d9514f86fde2 (Outdoor peeing through a one-piece swimsuit. Not the most convincing desperation scenes, but they are short and the wetting is good.) Kitty Moon Caught Me Peeing Outside! (1).mp4