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I apologize for not remembering what is the actual title of this video... But I find that these are very good scenarios of female desperation especially when they are caught in traffic jams. Although it's not panties / jeans wetting but i think it's good enough for some individuals like me :D Japan is quite an amazing country, they even have portable / foldable pee bags which will dry up almost immediately after use. Enjoy the videos ! P.S.: Do let me know if you find these videos are good for you. Cos if not i won't post such category again. Thanks ! :)Free -
I'm looking for a couple of old videos that I can't find online anymore, and I would be grateful to anyone who could find and share, either via download or via streaming site link. In the first, a blonde in white jeans, a red top, and a white jacket gets into her car and attempts several times to start the engine. All the while, she's clearly desperate to pee. After a while, she visibly gives up, leans back, and wets her jeans on the car seat. This is my top priority, since the wetting appears to be in that rare Goldilocks zone where it's neither an accident nor an intentionally erotic show (or at least, it's not performed as such). It's that attitude of, "I don't care anymore, so I'm just gonna go right here," that really takes the cake for me. I call it "truncated desperation." It's like a typical desperation video up until the actual wetting, when the "Oh, no! I can't stop!" is replaced by, "Ah, fuck it! I'm just gonna pee my pants!" and hopefully followed by, "Aaaahhh, so much better!" The other one is an early Becky LeSabre gem where she's talking to a friend on the phone while needing to pee. Eventually, she hurriedly unfastens and lowers her jean shorts, sits on the couch, and pees on the cushion. Thanks in advance to anyone who can find these!
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I was driving home the other day from where I went a-camping West bound and up, meanwhile the tension started amping. My bladder it began to bulge, and I was getting frantic. I didn't want to wait; this really wasn't how I planned it But I sized the situation up and looked around the cab No bottles, just a million billion napkins that I had. Slightly did I move my car seat backwards on its track. My zipper went ZPPP and my button went SNAP Down my pants and underwear went my absorbent friends. And it wasn't long at all before I soaked through all of them. I felt like such a mess, but some part of it made me giddy... I touched myself until I finally pulled into my city. Only when the light came on, I saw wet piles stack up Dispose of all the evidence and zip my pants back up. A warm and cozy bath to wash the icky all away. Then I thought to myself, I'll do it all again someday...
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It’s been a few weeks since the date, but it’s all still clear to me. With a pandemic shutting down many places in our area, we secluded ourselves in her compact car near a park undergoing construction. Not the most romantic option, but no one should be here to interrupt us and the workers were perhaps on holiday break. Despite not seeing each other in months, we could only stay for a few hours. A snowstorm was forecasted later that day, ruining any plans of late night fun. Due to certain circumstances and desperation to be together after so long apart, we would make the most of this time. We prepared to stay inside our comfy vehicle for a long while with snacks, plenty of water bottles, and my homemade lunch that we shared. After having spent my morning preparing salmon, fried chicken, roasted vegetables, and boiled eggs for us, I didn’t want my effort to go to waste. It was all worth it, our starved stomachs were delighted to have the first meal of our day and to see her smile with a face full of food definitely brightened my day. About thirty minutes later, my best friend perks up with this, “Do you want to come with me to the bathroom in the park?” What a rare occasion, and with no one to stop us, I of course agreed with a stupid grin on my face. We step out into the chilled winds for a 20 meter walk to the only building in the park. We circled around it, tried every door but none would budge. I bring up that in all my time visiting this place that I’ve never seen them open, not even convinced that it was a bathroom, it had none of the usual signs, or one at all. As we jogged back into the warmth of the car, she mentioned that she’ll drive back to her house to use her bathroom. However, I saw this as an opportunity and exchanged kinks. The trade was to indulge in her own kink, wedgies. A win-win scenario, to be the one that puts her in the feeling of pleasure and pain and being able to watch it all unfold. She knows how much I like seeing her desperate, jig her legs about, squirming to pee which she sometimes teases me with that knowledge. To make the experience more interesting, I gave her the task to coddle with a gallon of water that she always carries around. We spent some time hanging out, watching her light blue panties suspended by the car hook, casually talking about Bugsnax and Deep Rock Galactic. Naturaly, she had breaks which consisted of resting by my lap, sipping her giant water bottle. Enjoying our peace, I take notice of her thighs bouncing back and forth. This is a natural sight from her, never keeping still and keeping active, but I knew this wasn’t just her antsy self. The water had to be taking effect on her bladder. Glancing at the bottle, she was about half way finished, granted I sipped some as well. She wasn’t vocal about her need and kept enduring, her thighs moved as if she was using a bicycle with only one petal, keeping a steady rhythm. I asked how bad she needed to go, it was kinda bad but she could hold out and drive to her home soon. Feeling cheeky, I prod her side with the bottle and ogled her eyes. There was hesitation from the pressure her groin and I put on her, but she gave in and drank a bit more. Our date was approaching the end of its time span. At this point we were enjoying our company together. I laid my head on her lap and we both played with each other’s hair. Time was breezing past us. I wished that it would freeze with the frigid air so we could stay here. Unfortunately, I was whisked back into reality, being pushed off from my polyester pillow. It was obvious to the both of us that she needed to go. Her hand grabbed the door handle and yet, the door wouldn’t open. My eyes widened as the door was absolutely unlocked, but here I am watching her forcefully pushing the stuck door to no avail. She then asks me to try the door at my side. At that moment, I remembered that this car had an issue like this before, but only on that one door, so this one next to me should work, but my awful mind had another idea. My acting came into play, mimicking the same issue despite feeling the car door open. Now if she would have tried to open it, my foolish bluff would have been caught and she without question would be furious at me for lying. But, she took my word and believed that both rear sides were stuck. Even though both of us were looking worried, I told her that the front doors should open. In a bit of a frenzy, she climbed forward despite her condition, presenting me her butt, to which the temptations overwhelm me to slap it. She fortunately didn’t struggle getting to a front seat and the door as I expected was whooshed open. Next, the fidgety woman opened all the doors from the outside to unjam them and settled in the front seat after closing them. Being outside in the freezing temperature for that small minute might have loosened her control of herself as her legs shuffled constantly. Amidst this chaos, there was one more problem stopping us from leaving our parking spot, the windows were completely frosted. It’s perilous to drive in that condition, even if we knew the distance was less than half a quarter of a mile. My friend wasn’t looking too good, a painful silence was in the air and her lips were bitten. I didn’t need to ask how bad she was feeling and to make light of the situation, I asked if we could walk to her house instead. She didn’t agree with that plan. I was genuinely shocked, she should have the strength to make it home, she never clutched her crotch at all. We’ve done this sort of play before so I was at a loss on what to do. The car was taking it’s time to defrost the windshield and looking at her rubbing her hands along her legs, I was feeling regret over my previous stunt, even if it was a minor setback. She isn’t into omorashi at all and only holds it to make me happy, but to actually wet herself in her car, she would cry even if I could comfort her about it. I mulled over to myself what to do. Then an idea came, in my bag I brought a towel to pick up any crumbs, but didn’t use it because she already prepared her car for that scenario. I reached into the backpack for it and presented it, “If you really can’t hold it, you can use this.” Once again she said no. I was baffled at the response, what did she want to do about it, we knew she couldn’t hold it forever. When we talked about this sort of thing in the past, she was insistent about using a toilet and her pride was too great to use anything else. She even said that she would wet herself instead of going outside. Now that line was put to the test. I’ll admit it, I begged her to use the towel, my mind was at a loss. She wouldn’t because the towel might not absorb it all and might stain the car, even in the back where there was another towel. I mention using her water bottle after dumping the rest of the water out, but no dice. There wasn’t a portable potty near us, in fact it was at the other side of the park and that was probably further away than walking to her home. As I was stuck pondering, she spoke up, “What if I go outside and you protect me with the towel?” I stared at her in awe, she chose to break one of her claims, going out of her comfort zone. To the average Joe, this wouldn’t mean much, but this event was proof that she has enough trust in me to shield her in doing something she would only do privately. It may just be a piss, but to me, this was so much more. I could only mutter out a single “Yeah.” She turned off the car and took the keys and we both put on our jackets. We walked side by side to the park, going to the perimeter of the walkway. I looked around for anyone and only saw a few people out in the distance, maybe 50 meters or more playing basketball. As we continued, she told me that she couldn’t even run, the first I ever heard of it. She was feeling impatient and did her best to rush at a tree, but I stopped her and wanted to go further out to completely hide ourselves in the thickets of a dead bush in the distance, where passersby would probably never see us. She was able to hold out but was impatient and the next tree we passed she beelined for. I was worried as it only covered one side, but behind us was a graveyard blocked by a chain link fence and no one else was in sight. I couldn’t argue with her, she made her choice and readied me to cover her. Looking out at her left and then to me, she pulled down her light blue sweatpants, the same color as her panties and bent back, using the tree as support. Instantly the waters flowed, assaulting the dirt we stood. My towel extended out in front of us and I looked at our surroundings again, there wasn’t a soul nearby and the men at the court were too invested in themselves. Then I decided to slack and enjoy the show. She didn’t protest to me about not hiding her, I wasn’t sure if she knew no one was here or was just lost in bliss. I stood behind her and gazed at her nice round brown butt, admiring the natural beauty she’s born with. My eyes went down and took in the river she produced, her pee was clear like the water we drink and rushed out at an impeccable speed. The stream didn’t even have time to form, it rained down several droplets that crashed into nature. It was it’s own beast that I could barely understand, her most private part was shadow. I had no telling what shape it was, just complete darkness despite the sun still shining outside. Her cascade was tremendous, but soon sputtered weakly, taking that as my sign to check again for intruding voyeurs like me. The coast was clear and the sound of silence returned. As she finished relieving herself, I offered her my towel as we didn’t have any other meaningful way to wipe. Embarrassment came over her, but still took it and rubbed herself dry. Returning the oversized substitute toilet paper, she lifted her pants back and I noticed a wet spot at the lower end of her leg, her splashing was that extreme to catch her pants. After attempting to absorb the dampness from there, we walked back as nothing happened. On the way, I tripped on some rock and almost fell. With a laugh, “You almost tripped and fall didn’t you.” “Yeah, but I wasn’t the one who almost wet her pants.” With that quip, our fun was over and we had an experience that at least I will never forget.
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Files taken off of youtube, first shown in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/23406-peeing-on-a-car/ Youtube channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOIo6L7Wfkv2F2Ve2-PKxGw I just grabbed these in case they end up being pulled, as youtube is known to do. Apologies for the lack of screenshots, as I am somewhat pressed for time. The first video is a standard jeans wetting in a bathtub, the second an outdoor shorts wetting, and the final is a wetting on a car.Free -
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Hello everyone, I noticed there haven't been very many uploads this week, and so I wanted to change this. Also I stumbled across a good collection of JAVs and wanted to share them with the community before I deleted most of them. I was downloading them blind and only like a couple of things from them, but I think there might be some fans out there, so here they are. So these are a collection of desperation followed by a range of creative solutions on the part of the actress to deal with this mounting desperation, the whole time being stuck in the back of a moving car. The women, most of whom are in skirts and panties, but some in pants. Are desperate while in the back of a vehicle which can't stop. Desperate some have small accidents while most end up peeing in an available object. For anyone who has ever tried to pee in a cup in a moving car, you will appreciate the challenge. Hope you enjoy these, and there are more to come! Enjoy, RachFree-
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Jane is coming back from a conference in the city about 2 hours from her town and workplace. She's changed out of her office clothes into a white summer dress with green floral designs embroidered on it. Jane has on a green thong and bra to match. About a half an hour into her trip home Jane realizes she forgot to use the toilet before she left. She didn't want to wet herself like last time after her walk. Jane continues to drive down the highway as her bladder fills. Early signs of desperation fill her mind and she winces as a slight pang hits her bladder. Jane begins to worry about where to stop. She just drove past a group of exits leading to restaurants, gas stations and such. 45 minutes into her trip, Jane is really struggling to hold on. She is starting to squirm in her seat. Beads of sweat are forming on her forehead. Jane needs to pee soon. She hits a bump in the road and groans as her bladder tightens to keep her pee at bay. Jane is now driving with one hand and very desperate to pee. She finally sees another exit and quickly pulls off the highway. Jane pulls in the first gas station she sees. Her distended bladder is now swollen and is tight as a drum. Jane steps out of her car and hobbles into the store. As she walks, her urine sloshes back and forth making Jane whine in protest. She enters the gas station to discover the bathroom is out of order. Jane desperately looks around the store section for some option. Suddenly her eyes stop when she sees a package of diapers. She thought that she would never have to wear one again, but now is an emergency! Jane hurries to the counter a pays. Jane starts her car a pulls around behind the gas station looking for a spot where she can put her diaper on. She notices a forest and a small path leading into it. Jane parks and grabs a diaper. She hobbles up the trail into the small forest hoping it's empty. Jane felt a breeze and has to have one hand holding her crotch and another keeping her dress down. Jane crosses her legs finally reaching the center of the woods. She really needs to pee now. There is a little clearing and a picnic table. Jane quickly looks around before taking off her dress. Her bladder is about to give and it contracts causing a squirt to dampen her thong. Jane opens the diaper and quickly put it on. No time to take her panties off. Jane shivers in the breeze and her pussy quivers in distress. Jane's tired bladder spasms and her hot piss soaks into her diaper. She stands in awe. Finally relief hits her as she relaxes. Jane puts her dress back on and heads back to her car. Jane gets in and sits down. She gasps as her warm pee squishes up her asscrack and around her soaked pussy. Feeling a bit shocked and turned on she squirms a little giggling. She technically didn't have an accident Jane thought getting back on the highway. Jane continues her journey home still with her soaked wet diaper clinging to her skin. Jane reaches a hand down in her diaper feeling how damp her pussy is. Jane moans as she drives. She massages herself feeling like a naughty girl wearing a wet diaper as an adult. She rubs herself faster and harder sloshing her pee more and more. Jane gasps and moans as she climaxes. She regains herself as her trip sadly comes to end. She thought next time she might try something a little more fun or planned out. As Jane fell asleep that night she dreamt about wetting herself again and how she is beginning to love the feeling the love of desperation again. The End
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They say when you like someone, you want to spend every second with them. I’m not entirely sure how accurate that is, but I don’t remember being quite as excited as I was when Levi agreed to come over after school. He’d been new this week and I don’t know if he likes hanging out with me, or if having new friends just sounds appealing to him, but I do know that I sure do like him. I mean, how could I not? He’s practically the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, what with his feminine build, slim waist and he’s downright tiny in height for a boy. He’s got longer black hair that’s constantly either in his light blue eyes or stuck off to the side with one of his sister’s bobby pins. His nose is what my mom likes to call ‘fairy – like’ due to how small it is in contrast to the rest of his face and he has freckles dusted under his eyes and along the bridge of his nose. Levi’s worn nothing but ripped, colored jeans and a t-shirt with some rock band’s logo on it all week and today was no exception. Today his jeans are light blue, and the band is Paramore. The jeans are the same color as the bus seats we’re sitting on and his small legs nearly blend into the design. He has his head leaning against the back of the seat his eyelids are drooping; I vaguely remember a conversation we had earlier in the week about how much he loves long car rides because they sooth his insomnia and help him sleep. “You can sleep, you know,” I tell him, “My bus stop’s the lost one and it’s nearly an hour away. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” “Okay,” he says softly, before shifting so he can rest his head against my shoulder. Smiling, I put my headphone back in and turn back to the short story I have to finish for school. Levi and I attend a performing arts high school. I’m a literary arts major, and Levi’s a musical theater major. He’d auditioned a bit late, but because it’s his senior year and his last chance at getting in, they’d let him, while I’ve been attending since seventh grade, which is the first year you can attend. The bus hits a bump in the road and Levi sits up quickly. “You okay?” I ask, pulling out a headphone again. Letting out a long breath through his grit teeth, he nods solemnly. Shrugging, I put the headphone back in and Levi assumes the position he was in seconds before. I don’t think much about it until the bus jerks to a stop to let the third stop off. Levi’s face scrunches up and his nails dig into his kneecaps. I nudge him gently with my elbow and he looks up at me sleepily. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Nothing,” he mutters, before closing his eyes again. “It’s obviously not nothing,” I say, gesturing the way he’s squirming his legs. He groans and crosses his ankles. “I just really have to pee, okay?” he whispers, leaning close to me so no one else can hear him, “I forgot that your bus ride is twice as long as mine.” And yeah, that makes sense; he had guzzled away two water bottles during P.E. He’s only the art student I’ve come across that put his all into the sports we played here, despite just how bad and uncoordinated he is. The bus hits another bump and his hands fly to his lap before he remembers where he is. He looks away from me quickly, blushing. “Do you think you’ll make it?” I ask, eying the way his foot keeps tapping against the floor. I can’t tell if he’s just suddenly getting desperate, or if the confession made him feel less obligated to hide just how much he has to go. “How much longer?” I check the time on my iPod. “’Little under half an hour,” I tell him. “Pray for me,” he says, and I take that as a ‘no.’ I twist my body to look behind us. The back of the bus is nearly empty now that the biggest stop has been dropped off. “The back is almost empty,” I murmur, leaning in just as close as he had been to me seconds before, “I have a towel in my gym bag. If worst comes to worst, you can piss in that.” He looks at me with a look of disgust before squeaking and going rigid. He squeezes his thighs together tightly for a few seconds before relaxing the slightest bit, but still quite obviously on guard. “Did you just leak?” I ask, strangely excited by the idea of it. “Shut up,” he tries to hiss, but it sounds much more like a whine, “Let’s just get to the back. Please.” I nod and lean forward. “I’ll grab your stuff for you,” I say, noticing the way that leaning over only squishes his bladder against his thighs. “Thank you,” he says, getting up. He grips the back of the bus seat in front of us with his face scrunched up for a few seconds before moving to the back. I slip both of our book bags onto one shoulder and use my other arm for my laptop and P.E. bag. I move to the back where Levi is now sitting, squirming his legs around and biting his bottom lip so hard it’s bleeding the tiniest bit. “Jesus,” I mutter, sitting down next to him, “You must really have to go.” “I’m bursting,” he agrees. I place our stuff on the floor and quickly open my gym bag. “Hurry, please, Alex,” he begs, trying to unbutton his pants. I nod and pull the old Pokémon towel out of my bag. I hand it over to Levi, who leaks a bit in anticipation. Blushing, he jams the towel into his crotch. The back is only filled by a sleeping blond girl that’s sprawled out on the seat diagonal from us, but I lift my knees to block the view of Levi’s actions just in case. I don’t mean to look, but it’s practically hypnotizing to watch the way the towel goes from being blue to a shade darker as Levi wets. He moans a bit in relief and his eyelids flutter. While the rest of him relaxes, his hands quickly grab as much of the towel as they can and push it closer to him. I glance at his boxers that are now resting around his knees and find that he had indeed leaked when I thought he had. The material is obviously wet, and so are the inside of his jeans, though it wasn’t enough to leak through the front. His thighs are a bit wet as well. The towel starts darkening more rapidly and Levi glances at me from the corner of his eyes. “Don’t look,” he whines. So, I turn away and watch the blonde girl’s chest rise and fall instead. A few seconds later, Levi taps my shoulder. “What do I do with this?” he squeaks, cheeks bright red. I open my gym bag and he looks at me for permission before setting it in. “This is embarrassing,” he whispers, inspecting his wet boxers before pulling them back on with a grimace. I stay silent, not really sure what to say to relieve him of his embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he says after taking a few deep breathes and pulling his jeans back up, “I don’t normally go at school because I shy bladder – the only reason I could go now is because I was going uncontrollably, I tried to stop it, I really did, I’m so sorry - and public restrooms are just disgusting in genial, and I always have to go when I’m nervous and I’m always nervous when I go to someone’s house for the first time and I forgot that your bus ride is longer and I should’ve went when I had the chance and –“ “Levi!” I practically yell, and he flinches, “it’s totally cool, dude. It happens to the best of us.” He smiles a bit and nods, though his cheeks are still bright red. “Um,” he says, rubbing his arm self-consciously, “Normally when I hold it that long I have to go pretty quickly again soon. Do you happen to have another towel?” Laughing, I shake my head. “No, but I have an empty bottle,” I say, snatching it off of the side of my gym bag. “Okay,” Levi says, taking it with a small smile.
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Here's one more custom order I made this last year that has been given permission to be shared with you all. In a story told by @no1uknow a woman named Isa is about to hit the road with her boyfriend but has a very large soda at dinner beforehand. With a line at the bathroom she decides to chance it on the ride home, but it ends up taking much longer than expected and her bladder fills to max capacity fast. And even though traffic starts moving again and they eventually pull over somewhere, hope may not pick up for very long as they encounter one last obstacle. This file will be available indefinitely at the standard price, and includes both high resolution raws and the lower quality copies for easier reading like usual. The see-through shots portray female anatomy so here's the typical NUDITY warning. Otherwise you get 19 pages of solid desperation, wetting and humiliation here. Hope everyone who checks it out enjoys!$3.99 -
Has anyone ever wet or almost wet under bad circumstances while trying to either make it or wait until you could wet? Example. Like if you were at an amusement park with friends with no intention of wetting but couldn't make it back to the restrooms? Or if you were holding at work but started leaking before you got off or could get home(not necessarily getting caught). My closest experience is probably holding while grocery shopping and starting to leak as I struggle to get all the groceries away. Or even as I'm still unlocking the door. Reply or message me with yours if you have any(:
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Hi! Wanted to write about this for a while and finally got to it! This is my second time posting something here (and English is my second language) son don’t be too harsh on me for errors or boring writing lol Some people describe themselves on their stories for some reason, so I’ll do it to for those interested (if you are not, then skip to next paragraph to get to the story). I’m a 28y/o male, 5’11”height, 165lbs weight (I look kinda slim, I think), bearded and kinda pale skinned lol. The day this happened I had a pair of calvin klein thick cotton boxer briefs (I love how those absorb pee) under some jeans and a black t shirt. Now on to my story! This happened to me about a week or so before COVID lockdown began. I had been visiting my parents for the weekend and it was time to go back home which is about a 2.5 hour drive from their house. I decided that day that I would do a hold all the way to my apartment and wet when I got there, so about two hours before leaving my parent’s place I had a coffee and started drinking water. I had about 7 or 8 glasses of water and thought about taking a 12oz bottle of water with me to keep drinking on the way, but decided not to because when it was time to leave I was already starting to feel the pee accumulating. When I do holds I like to let out little leaks into my underwear (it turns me on a LOT, plus I love feeling the wetness and teasing my bladder by making it think it can finally relax, but not really) so knowing this I decided to put a towel on my seat before getting into my car so I didn’t ruin the seat (thankfully). With everything set and ready I started my 2.5 hour trip home with a filling bladder. At first it didn’t feel like much (2-3/10 maybe) and I was feeling excited and kind of impatient for bladder to start getting really full and make me desperate. About halfway through the trip I started to feel some urge (6/10-ish) and it just started to get worse faster. When I’m at an 8/10 I was about 40 minutes from my apartment, so I decided to start teasing myself and let the first few small leaks. The wetness and warmth felt sooo good that it was really hard for me to not reach down and grab myself and stroke a little like I do when I’m holding at home. At about the third deliberate leak there was a nice small wet spot in my jeans, the site of which, combined with the blissful feeling of closing the gates to my bladder to early, were giving me a hard on. I just wanted to get home and release everything! Luckily there were just about 30 minutes of highway left and after that some 5-10mins to get home. However, life was not gonna give me relief so easily… I got into the worst traffic jam I’ve seen in my life. Literally fully stopped vehicles in the highway, all 3 lanes full of cars, mine being in the middle lane. I suddenly realized how that 8/10 started increasing really fast. I tried to calm down, not think about my desperation too much and just wait for the traffic to stop moving, but it was too much to ignore. The bladder teasing hadn’t helped at all, instead it had made me more desperate and harder for me to hold it in. About 40 minutes into the traffic jam I was already really close to explode at 10/10, so I decided to try and go to the side of the road to pee there, but since traffic was moving so slowly (most of the time not at all) that proved impossible. Next best thing I thought was peeing into a bottle, but sadly I had emptied all the trash in my car during the weekend so I had not bottles at all in my car. Then I remembered that I had thought to bring a bottle with me and deliberately decided not to. I hated myself a little because of that. So nothing was left for me to do besides wait…. And wait… but my bladder was tired of my waiting and my teasing. I had been already there for an hour and my body just couldn’t wait any longer. I suddenly felt what I can only describe as a small sting followed by a sudden warmth between my legs. At first I tried to stop it and managed to do it for a couple of seconds, but the warmth, the wetness, the release it just all felt so f-cking good that my common sense of not peeing my car left and I just wanted to let it flow. And I did. I finally relaxed and let it all come out of me (luckily it was dark outside already so no one could see into my car). However, I don’t know if it’s just me but when I’m wetting I get so turned on that my penis starts to get hard and the flow starts to slow down, making my wetting las even longer (which turns me on even more, I just love it) so I was peeing probably for a full minute/minute and a half. After that I was constantly letting pee out every time I felt just the slightest need to. I was in the traffic jam for another whole hour and spent it wetting every time I got just enough pee to fill a little desperate (did this maybe 3 more times lol). It was REALLY hard not to touch myself all this time, but I finally got home (don’t think anybody saw me in my wet clothes, but who knows) and got to enjoy myself at last…. …. Until I was finished satisfying myself and realized the mess that I had left in my car. It was a pain to clean and get the smell out completely (although it wasn’t too smelly thanks to all that water) but I finally could get it cleaned and I don’t regret the experience at all. Thanks for reading and sorry for the long post! I’m really enjoying sharing my experiences so who knows, maybe I’ll share more and maybe even some pictures/videos someday.