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Thank heavens for the gravy jug! I had a mug of tea and then went for a walk. On my return I was drinking a bottle of water, since it’s lockdown and the only real thing I can control is drinking healthily. Anyway, on my return I set about cooking dinner. Tonight it was steak pie, mashed potatoes, broccoli and carrots...and that all important gravy. While the pie was cooking in the oven I set about unloading and reloading the dishwasher, tidying up the kitchen and looking out plates ready for dishing up. In between that I was boiling the potatoes and veg and I filled the kettle to make gravy. It was this latter task that really changed things. The sound of the water, the sight of it pouring, the weight of it gathering in the kettle all set a very sudden and strong signal to my body: my bladder was as full as my kettle and urgently wanted to pour out like the tap I had just turned off! The problem was I couldn’t leave the meal to go! The potatoes would boil over, the veg would dry out and the pie would burn if I left at this point. So I crossed my legs tightly, bend forward and moaned. I had probably needed to go quite a while but with my mind occupied with other things I hadn’t been listening to my body and now I regretted it massively. I was absolutely bursting! I switched the kettle on while twisting my legs and as soon as my hands were free I had to grab between my legs. There was nobody who could watch the food for a minute while I ran to pee so I had to try and hold on. With one hand still between my legs and dancing about like a mad woman I went to the cutlery drawer and pulled out a fork. I hobbled back to the cooker and tested the potatoes. They were now ready to be mashed. I unhooked the masher from its wall hook and danced back over to the fridge to get some butter. Opening the fridge I had to bend forward, cross my legs tightly and squeeze hard as my bladder threatened to unleash its contents right there and then! It took me a moment to regain control before I jigged back to the cooker where I had taken the potatoes off the heat. Curling my toes in my trainers and bouncing my leg I added some butter to the pot but I couldn’t mash the potatoes one handedly so I held them pot with one hand and the masher with the other as my legs bounced, danced and moved frantically. At one point I was literally marching on the spot trying to hold back from bursting at the seams. Finally the potatoes were mashed and I opened the oven up to take the pie out. My oven door opens down the way so I leaned down to reach the pie but in doing so I felt some warm urine dribble into my cotton pants. Anxious not to flood the tiled floor I went down on my knees and bounced my bottom onto my heels like mad as I used a tea towel to take the hot pie out and place it safely on the counter. As soon as my hands were free I HAD to grab my crotch! Fuck I was unbelievably desperate to pee by this point. Leaning on the counter with my other hand I bent forwards and almost screamed. “I need to go to the toilet! I need to go to the toilet! I think I’m going to have an accident!” My heart was thumping and my body sweating. The room was starting to swirl and I couldn’t even think straight as every part of me tightened and tensed trying to prevent my body from gushing out excess water it had been carrying for some time now. Just at that point I heard my kettle click off as the water was now boiled ready to make the gravy. I only just managed to return to the cutlery drawer for a spoon as I opened the cupboard close by for the gravy granules. As I opened the lid of the granules another urge consumed me, this time so strong I yelped like a wounded animal. A dribble leaked again into my knickers and I shivered with the knowledge I wasn’t going to make it upstairs to the bathroom in time. Squeezing and moaning through my teeth...arghhhh.....I pulled my patterned legging and wet cotton striped knickers down to my knees with both hands, then reached out immediately and grabbed the gravy jug and rammed it between my legs. Whoosh, slosh, weee....I bent my knees slightly and relaxed as tears ran down my cheeks in sheer relief. I had to stop as the jug reached the top. I poured it all down the sink and rinsed the jug under the tap. I pulled my clothes up quickly and made the gravy in a mug. I have now eaten my dinner and drank another full bottle of water and having written this out I really need to go again...
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A thread to share your favorite recipes and try out others. I will share a family recipe for a Slovenian dish that's been in our family for generations. Not sure if it's traditionally a main dish, but we serve it as a side dish on holidays, since it's too unhealthy to eat regularly, haha. It's similar to a pasty, but I can't find any references to it anywhere online. It's called nodif, but we undoubtedly have the spelling wrong. But, here is my version of the recipe for it (everyone in my family who makes it tweeks it just a little in their own way), it's delicious, particularly if you love bacon. Mom's (Lucy's) Nodif Filling: 1 loaf of buttermilk bread, cubed. 1 bunch of green onions, chopped. 1 pound of bacon, sliced and fried (slice before you fry, don't crumble after frying, and do NOT throw out the grease right away). 3-5 large eggs, beaten. Roughly 6 tablespoons of bacon grease (from when you fried the bacon). Crust: 2 cups flour. 1/4 teaspoon of baking powder. 1/4 cup of butter, shortening, or a combination of the two. Enough whole milk to make it stick together. Instructions: Preheat oven to 375F. Spray a glass pie dish with non-stick cooking spray. Combine filling ingredients, and mix well. This is best done using your hands, you don't want the filling to get too mushy. The end product should be a wealth of color, and easily stick to itself. Combine crust ingredients, and kneed well before rolling out. Roll it out big enough to have room for all of the filling ingredients. Form the filling into a tight ball (without squeezing too hard), and place it in the middle of the crust, and fold the ends of the crust inward, cutting as necessary to remove the excess. Spread milk over the ends and gently rub it in to create a neat seal, place the pie pan over it, and using your dough cloth, turn it rightside up, so the smooth side of the crust is on top. Give the topside of the crust a wash with beaten eggs and a little milk, and bake for 30 minutes. Nodif can be enjoyed hot or cold, by itself or with a little butter. The best way to slice it is once vertically, then several horizontal slices, about 1/2 to 3/4 of an inch apart. Leftovers, if any, can be kept in the fridge for days.
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http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57fcb6829d4f0 It's a girl who's cooking and wearing only panties. Visibly desperate, she starts to put some clothes on and in the end of the video she couldn't hold it anymore and wets herself. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57ffbd00c9b73 In this video the same girl wets her panties outdoors. Btw, check her profile she has got some pretty good videos. Hope you enjoy!