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glitterpeach

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  1. I needed to go sooo bad! I was busy playing games and my little bladder filled up quick, when I finally noticed I had to pee I was already about to have an accident I held myself and danced around, but it was too late, pee started streaming through my pantyhose and down my thighs. It felt so good My red panties got totally soaked, and it splashed all over my feet too~ 393090.mp4
  2. This happened a few years ago. I was living with roommates in a rented suburban house, and none of us really knew any of the neighbors. Most were other renters, people moved in and out pretty often. While living there, I had a habit of going out in the backyard at night to pee, after everyone had gone to sleep. It felt so naughty to sneak off to the grass and just let go, technically in public but hidden by the darkness. Most of the time I wouldn’t wet my clothes. But that night I wanted something special. I decided I was going to wet myself in the yard, and I wanted to be as desperate as possible to make the most of it. The thought of releasing a torrent of pee down my legs in the cool night air made me so excited. Since I needed a super full bladder, I opened some cheap wine to sip while I waited. I didn’t want to be fully drunk, just tipsy enough to make it harder to hold, and make me pee a lot when I inevitably lost control. While I drank I got dressed up in a light pink bra and tank top, black miniskirt, and lacy pink panties. Then the important piece: light blue thigh-high stockings. They were made of thick cotton, so they would absorb any wetness quickly and show a very visible dark patch. I felt a little bit fluttery just pulling them up my legs. When I finished getting dressed I drank a lot of water, then settled in at my computer to pass the time. I kept slowly drinking my wine, and I felt myself getting slightly flushed and turned on, knowing what I was planning to do. As I played around online my bladder started filling quickly, and it didn’t take long to feel my first urge to pee. I squirmed a little but mostly ignored it. Time passed and I got deeply into whatever I was doing online, forgetting about my need to pee for a while. I eventually stood up to stretch, and quickly shoved my hand between my legs as I felt a surge of desperation. All the liquid I’d been drinking had finally caught up. My bladder felt hard and heavy, and I had to dance a little to keep from leaking into my panties. I wasn’t quite on the verge of wetting myself yet, but I wanted to be prepared, so I went outside to finish my hold on the porch. I sat down on the steps and bounced my legs, squirming around and pressing my pussy against the concrete. Everything felt so cold at night. It made me shiver, and I could feel my full bladder throbbing and begging for release. I was definitely a bit drunk, and that meant by the time I felt truly desperate I would only be able to hold on for a few moments, especially out in the cold with so much skin exposed. Alcohol gives me that “need to go NOW” feeling, so I end up escalating from holding it to letting go very quickly. It only took a few minutes on the steps before I was frantically grabbing myself, and I knew I couldn’t keep it in much longer. I stood up as carefully as I could manage and hurried to the middle of the yard, my hands pressed tight against my panties the whole way. Normally I would stick to the shadows, but in that state I didn’t think about it. This part of the yard was fairly exposed to other houses, but I was about to burst and feeling bold from the wine... Standing in the grass, I bounced up and down and held myself tight. I was so turned on, knowing I was about to lose control at any second. My bladder was barely holding on. Suddenly, a little jet of pee hissed into my panties, soaking my hand, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my hand away and felt the wet warmth spread as I started peeing myself. My legs shook with relief as I finally let go, but just then, I heard the sound of a door opening. I froze, my stream stopping for a moment, and looked up to see my next door neighbor walking out onto his porch. He was holding a pack of cigarettes, and he looked to be in his thirties, maybe late twenties. I was facing his house, which meant he was also facing me, about twenty feet away. I saw him glance at me with surprise and I quickly looked away, pretending to be out for a walk enjoying the night. I tried to squeeze my muscles tight and hold it, but I couldn’t help it anymore, pee kept slowly streaming down my legs. I could feel it soaking into my stockings and I knew the wet patch was growing. I felt rooted to the spot, and just stood there silently, blushing and listening to the soft hissing sound of pee leaving my pussy. Even in this situation it felt amazing. I was tingling with excitement at the naughtiness of peeing myself out in the open with a stranger around. I didn’t know if he was still watching, but I stayed frozen like that until there was a little puddle around my feet. I managed to regain enough control to make it look like I was casually walking back to my house, but pee kept streaming down my legs as I walked out of view. As soon as I was out of his sight I let go entirely, soaking my stockings even further as my still mostly full bladder emptied itself. It was all I could do to keep from moaning at the release and the excitement, so I quickly shook my dripping feet off and slipped into the house, my heart pounding. Back in my room, I examined my clothes. It was exactly what I expected: my panties were sopping wet, and my light blue stockings were drenched, with a very dark patch covering my inner thighs and calves. From the front the wet spot reached halfway across each leg, it was extremely obvious that I’d peed myself. I was still blushing thinking about being seen, so I went to the shower to wash off and take care of my excitement. I never ran into him again after that. It must have been surprising for him in the first place, to go out for a smoke and find me all alone in the moonlight in a miniskirt and stockings. I don’t know for sure if he saw my wet legs, but even if he somehow didn’t see that (it was very, very visible), he still looked directly at me while I was peeing myself It was definitely more than I planned for, but it made for an amazing memory This was the experience I mentioned at the end of my other semi-related story:
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  4. I'd been holding it for hours and was dancing around about to wet myself~ These pants are tight, and the waistband was pressing on my bursting bladder, I slipped my hand under it to hold myself but it didn't help much. I grabbed tight with both hands, but I couldn't keep it in anymore and pee started gushing through my fingers. I wasn't wearing panties and the warmth felt amazing soaking into the soft fabric 638001.mp4
  5. Little clip, made a puddle on the shower floor~ I had to go and tried to hold it with my legs spread, but I couldn't wait very long, I felt the pee start to trickle out and I lost control and wet my shorts. 4970039.mp4
  6. A story from a past experience, I was around 19 or 20 and I remember it vividly. My friend and I had been on a several hour road trip to her family’s house, she was driving. I love to hold during long car rides, and she knew that and liked seeing me desperate, so I’d been drinking constantly and hadn’t peed the whole time. We were getting in at night and her family was gone until the next day, so my plan was to hold it all the way there and pee once we got to the house. That day I was wearing skinny jeans, black cotton panties, and a zip-up hoodie with nothing under it. I was fine for a while. I could feel the seatbelt pressing on my filling bladder and I was bouncing my legs and squirming in my seat, but I could wait. We talked a bit and listened to the radio, usual road trip stuff. Time passed and it got to the point where I had to shove my hand between my legs to hold myself, but my friend was used to seeing me like this so I didn’t care. We were still about 20 minutes away when I started feeling like I couldn’t hold it much longer, but we were on a busy highway and couldn’t stop, so I had to keep trying. I unbuttoned my jeans to relieve some pressure and jammed both hands against my crotch, squeezing my thighs together around them. Traffic was busy, and the little car was low to the ground compared to a lot of the bigger trucks around. The streetlights were bright, and I don’t know if anybody looked, but if they did they would have had a clear view down into the car of me holding myself and squirming. I held on like that for a while, but I had to pee so bad. We were getting near the house now, only a few minutes left. I almost couldn’t take it anymore. I was so desperate that I couldn’t sit still, I was frantically bouncing and crossing my legs and grinding my pussy against my hands. My eyes were tearing up from the effort of holding back my bursting bladder. I barely even remembered my friend was there, all my concentration was on keeping myself from peeing in her car. All I could think was “don’t pee don’t pee don’t pee” on repeat, it was maybe the most desperate I’ve ever been. As we turned onto her street I felt myself leak into my panties. It was just a tiny bit, but I knew I was about to burst any second, my hands were the only thing keeping all that pee inside me. I was so certain I wouldn’t make it that I started whimpering and apologizing, getting ready to just let go and wet myself all over the seat. But then suddenly we were pulling into the driveway. I couldn’t even think anymore, as soon as the car was almost stopped I fumbled with handle, flung the door open, and jumped out. I yanked down my pants as fast as I could and dropped into a crouch. Instantly the floodgates opened. My pee hissed forcefully out of me in a strong stream that arced forward and splashed loudly on the pavement. The rush felt so good that I couldn’t help my sighing moans, I was lost in the bliss, I just kept peeing for what felt like forever. As the huge puddle spread out from me, I gradually got more aware of my surroundings. I noticed some movement across the street. I was under a streetlight and couldn’t see very well, but I clearly saw the neighbor (a middle-aged man) get up from where he had been sitting on his porch and quietly go inside. It startled me and I felt myself blushing intensely, but I couldn’t stop peeing, I kept going until the last bit trickled out. Afterward I quickly pulled my pants back up and went to join my friend (she thought the whole thing was pretty funny). I felt bad for flashing this random man, I know he had a direct view of my pussy, but at the same time it was kind of exciting. If I hadn’t peed right then I would have completely soaked my jeans with him watching, I’m not sure which option was better. I don’t know if he ever said anything to anybody, and I never saw him after that, but I still get turned on thinking about peeing in front of him. There was another time after that when I’m pretty sure my own neighbor saw me wetting myself, but I’ll save that story for later
  7. I almost always get super shaky when i'm desperate Yep it's the lighting! They're burgundy, nice deep wine color, I was more directly in the light in the picture. In normal light they're somewhere between those two colors.
  8. I love peeing outside when I know I won't get seen, a lot of the time if I'm walking in nature (really anywhere outside main city areas) i'll stop to pee wherever i am if i need to go, i love the way it soaks into the ground. Peeing in rain puddles is super fun too. Once I lived in a place with a backyard deck that wasn't visible from other houses, I used to go out at night naked and pee standing up off the deck. It was especially fun when it was snowing, there's a super visible mark of how far I peed but then it gets covered by the snow and nobody knows
  9. I was dressed all in matching stripes and suddenly decided I really wanted to wet these panties, so I started a hold and took a quick before picture: I was impatient so I drank as much water as I could, and it didn't take very long before I was fidgeting around in my chair a little and pressing my thighs together. I got distracted by a movie after that, and sort of forgot I had to pee, but after about an hour I noticed I was holding myself and squirming without even realizing it. By that point I was desperate, but i'm stubborn and wanted to wait for the movie to end, so I stayed in my chair and wiggled around frantically with my hand pressed tight against my panties. After a few minutes I suddenly felt myself leak a little bit, and jumped up so I wouldn't get the chair wet. There was a tiny wet patch on my panties but my hand kept it from getting on the chair. I thought about trying to take a picture right then, but even thinking about it made me need to do a pee dance, I knew if I tried to use a camera I'd lose control and pee all over the floor and my stockings, I had to go so bad The movie was almost over but I stopped caring and just hopped around grabbing myself with both hands, I was seriously desperate and it felt like I'd pee myself any second. Another little leak came out and then a longer spurt, I almost couldn't move but I hurried to make it to the bathroom. I could barely think about anything except my bursting bladder, and I quickly took my hands away (leaking the whole time) and sat down and peed through my panties. It felt sooo good to let go, the warm rush of pee flooding against me. I barely made it, there were a few drops on the floor. Afterward I took some pictures, the wetness looks kind of subtle on this color, but my panties were absolutely soaked.
  10. I had to pee so bad, I could barely hold it long enough to record. I was shaking with desperation and holding my pussy while I hopped around trying to keep it in, but the pee started flooding out anyway, it soaked my tights and dripped down my legs. Wetting_Dark_Tights.mp4 Bonus pic from right after wetting.
  11. For sure easier to hold it when the air isn't hitting me, plus that brain signal like "okay, no fabric against your pussy, time to pee" when I'm naked. Sometimes if i'm naked and bursting i go put clothes on just to hold longer, it calms down my urgency. It's also harder to hold it if there's moving air on my skin, like a fan or something.
  12. Always absentmindedly masturbating when im super desperate, I can't hold it very long if i don't rub my pussy constantly... plus the feeling of a full bladder is a huge turn on anyway, and being turned on helps me hold longer. I like edging and holding at the same time, getting myself almost to climax and then focusing on my need to pee instead, letting it start to leak out, then switching back to masturbating... for me a full bladder makes orgasms so much better, so i usually just keep holding my pee all the way through, there's maybe a couple minutes after i climax where it's much easier to hold it, but then i absolutely can't wait anymore
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