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Work has been extremely busy these months, severely limiting the time I could spend on anything omorashi related. A while ago @Tellnoone suggested peeing while cycling, and ever since I really wanted to give it a try. Yesterday, I finally had the chance to do it. To make sure I actually had to pee, I made sure to drink enough water before I left the house and took a full water bottle with me to drink during my ride. I can’t give out my exact location (for obvious reasons), but I can say I live fairly close to a couple of major cities, and only a few km from the beach. I own a sleek lightweight race bike, which is perfect for cycling on the bicycle paths that flow through the dunes. I left my house around 3:30 PM and enjoyed a nice 15-20km ride before I felt I was getting desperate. Because it was a Saturday, it was quite busy still, especially this close to the beach, and I didn’t have the courage to wet myself yet. Instead, I drank some extra water, had an energy bar, and continued cycling. The continuous movement was making it harder and harder on my bladder, but despite my black winter cycling gear, I still felt like it wasn’t yet dark enough to try to wet myself. By the time it did get dark, most people had left. The dunes were pretty much deserted, apart from an occasional group of cyclists passing me because my speed had significantly dropped. I stopped to grab my lights from the saddle bag and attach them to the frame. The cold made it difficult to stay still, and I suspected my need to pee wasn’t helping either. I wanted to test the waters (no pun intended) and decided to relax a bit. I could feel a small spurt escape but the streetlights weren’t bright enough for the wet spot on my pantsto be noticeable. Satisfied that it was now sufficiently dark, I got back on my bicycle and started paddling. My first attempt at relaxing my muscles was unsuccessful – nothing happened. I paddled a bit further and once I reached a more downhill stretch, I tried again. I could immediately feel the warmth, which was quite a contrast to the cold air. It probably didn’t last more than a couple of seconds, but I enjoyed every bit of it. Sadly I had reached the lowest point, and had to cycle back to a higher spot. Once on a more flat part of the path, I reaches a decent speed, stopped padding, and relaxed again. The pee came out instantly and I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop the flow, even if I had wanted to. But I didn’t want to – it felt heavenly. My pants were soaked and my bike needed a rinse, but this felt amazing. The warm pee running down my legs, the cold air on my face. The flow finally stopped, and I could see my pants were glistening in the light. It took another 30 minutes to get back home and during those 30 minutes I peed a couple of times, making sure my bladder was completely empty. I stopped at a car wash down the road, sprayed my bicycle, and shoes, and then it was sadly time to go home.
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