ninebarblues 47 Posted March 14, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted March 14, 2023 Hi everyone, I'm new on the forums but have always been into female desperation and wetting. If you haven't already done so you can read my introduction about my interests and why I decided to join here: In this post I'll try and recount some of the desperation experiences from my first girlfriend - let's call her Louise - and share them as best I can. Please bear in mind that although everything I post will be 100% real, this stuff happened a long time ago so my memory on some of the very specific details is lacking in places. Louise and I got together when were in 6th form college and were both in our late teens. She was reasonably tall, definitely over average height for a girl, and of medium build. She had long brown hair that came down well below her shoulders, and a juicy round butt (or what she called her 'fat arse'!) We were both into what would be deemed alternative / punk music and went to a lot of gigs, and her style was definitely more punky / rock / skate chic than mainstream fashion and it suited her. She had medium sized breasts (B to C cup) and was quite attractive overall. A few months into our relationship I had started to stay over at her place on occasional nights (we both still lived with our patents houses at this stage). On one of these nights I was more than surprised to discover that she had a plastic sheet on her bed. Now for someone who had always been incredibly turned on by thoughts of female desperation and wetting (including bedwetting) this was incredibly exciting and unexpected! But I was also more than embarrassed at the thought of ever sharing this fetish with anyone and the idea of anyone finding out about it was mortifying to me, so I didn't really know what to do with this new information! I obviously decided to take a bit of a chance because I asked her about the plastic sheet. Thankfully she didn't seem too phased by my question (she probably knew I'd discover the sheet seeing as I was spending a lot of time there) and told me casually that she used to frequently wet the bed and only stopped when she was about 13. Discovering that my girlfriend wet the bed well into high school definitely turned me on, but it didn't really answer the question as to why she still needed the sheet now that she was 17 or 18. Her reply was along the lines of "oh I still can't be trusted!" which implied to me that occasional bed wettings were still very much a possibility! Wow! I had grown up obsessed with the idea of girls wetting themselves and now I had my very own girlfriend who not only used to wet the bed but decided she wasn't quite ready to sleep without a protective sheet! As exciting as all this was to me, I never was lucky enough to witness her actually wetting the bed, even though she obviously thought this was still very much a risk. Maybe she had finally grown out of it by the time we got together, or maybe she was just extra careful not to drink too much fluid on the nights I stayed over, and it still happened occasionally when I wasn't there, but either way it definitely got my attention! Before too long Louise went off to university in a different part of the country, but we kept the relationship alive by seeing each other virtually every weekend. Some weeks I would drive to see her, and other weeks she would catch the train to come and stay with me at my parents house. The journey was between 2 and 3 hours in total, and I would collect her from the train station, which itself was about a 15 minute drive from home. Almost without fail I would pick her up from the station and she would announce that she was "absolutely dying to pee". The train station had toilets, but she said she didn't like to use them because they were 'gross', instead preferring to wait until we got back to the house. Needless to say this was a real bonus for me, because it was a guaranteed 15+ minutes of desperation that I got to witness up close as we drove back, and it happened every few weeks! The best part is that she made very little attempt to hide just how desperate she was. Usually around halfway back she would jam her hand in her crotch while sitting in the passenger seat and start squirming around, while muttering things like "oh god I really have to pee" which drove me wild, and I'd be driving home incredibly turned on by the spectacle. Her mannerism during these 'performances' was hard to put into words, but struck me as a mixture of innocence and immaturity, and she seemed almost child like in the way that she would be grabbing at her crotch in a desperate bid to prevent an accident. When we pulled up at the house she would invariably make a dash inside, throw her bag on the floor and run straight into the bathroom. It was a small house, and my bedroom was right next to the bathroom, so you could hear what was happening in there if you were paying attention (which I most definitely was). She usually wore jeans and a belt with a chunky metal clamp on the front, which was very noisy and jangly when being undone in a hurry. I can vividly recall the sounds of her frantically undoing her belt the second after slamming the door shut, and desperately getting her jeans and panties down before it all came gushing out. The very SECOND those jeans were pulled down I would hear the strongest, loudest hiss of a stream start up as she was finally able to release her pee, followed a split second LATER by the sound of her backside hitting the toilet seat. She would almost always be peeing before she actually sat down! My mind couldn't help but think about the possibility that she had released some pee before she got her panties down, or maybe leaked a little bit she was holding herself in the car. I made it my mission to very discreetly find out. Louise slept in a tight satin nightdress. She had one in pink and one in black and looked incredibly sexy in both. She would often get changed for bed before going into the bathroom to brush her teeth, leaving the underwear she had worn that day in her small overnight bag next to my bed. I was FAR too curious and excited to resist finding her underwear in these few moments that I had by myself to see if she had leaked or had a small accident earlier in the day, but I knew I always had to be quick to avoid being caught! She often wore a thong rather than full panties or knickers, although she did wear those sometimes. I can't recall in detail, although she definitely had a beige satin thong, and one that was purple and black. But whatever she had been wearing, it almost always smelt of pee when she took it off. Sometimes, but not always, there would be a very definite damp patch in the crotch of her underwear - the sight, touch and smell of which was just incredible. So she very definitely leaked quite often when she was desperate, which might have explained all the crotch holding, and perhaps those gushing streams in the bathroom were starting just a little bit before she was able to get her pants down after all - It was almost too good to be true! Her desperation wasn't just reserved for those drives home from the train station either. Very often when we were just relaxing around the house she'd suddenly find herself in a desperate state - perhaps we'd been watching a film or playing a game or something else she didn't want to interrupt - and she'd suddenly announce at the end that she was absolutely busting. Now the house only had one bathroom, and sometimes when she'd suddenly realise or announce that she was desperate the bathroom would be occupied. This would lead to her hopping around my bedroom in discomfort, usually while holding herself between the legs, and often in a state of semi-undress. It would be hard to script a scene that was sexier than that! On one of these very occasions she was clearly in a bit more discomfort than usual, even for her, and to make it worse someone was using the bath and the toilet would therefore be out of bounds for a while longer. She told me she couldn't hold it much longer and simply had to pee, so I suggested we walk to the local pub where she could use their toilet. Obviously a part of me was hoping she wouldn't make it, I think my mind would have exploded if I had witnessed her having a full blown accident, but as strong as my desperation and wetting fetish is, I also don't like to see people I care about in genuine distress, so the rational and compassionate part of me just wanted her to be comfortable and happy as always. It's an internal conflict that I'm sure a few people on here might be able to relate to. I accompanied her to the pub - about a 10 minute walk - and she made it inside and was finally able to go. No dramas. Or so I thought. We didn't stay for a drink or anything and walked straight back once she was done. About halfway home, completely unprompted she said to me "hmm... I think I might have weed a bit in my pants." Through a later discussion - the details of which I don't clearly remember due to the amount of time that has passed - Louise told me that when women are desperate to pee they always leak a little bit, which was news to me! I can't help but think she wasn't speaking on behalf of all women there, but she was clearly speaking from her own experience of regularly having slightly damp underwear! I'll leave it there for now as this post is already a lot longer than I had planned. There are plenty more pee/desperation memories to recall from my time with Louise, including a suspected wetting on a camping trip, a very desperate public pee, a nearly made it story in her uni halls and a laundry basket where I couldn't help taking a quick rummage (and got rewarded) - watch out for part 2 coming soon! Mr Jack, Drakon, david_578 and 13 others 13 1 2 Quote Link to comment
WiiGuy86 641 Posted March 28, 2023 Share Posted March 28, 2023 This was excellent! I feel like a lot of posts from new members don't get approved until they're off the front page of the forum which is unfortunate because I totally missed this. Would love to hear about more of your experiences! Quote Link to comment
wetting_fan 499 Posted March 29, 2023 Share Posted March 29, 2023 Homie she definitely knew how much it turned you on! Women tend to have a sixth sense for that kind of thing. She may not have understood, but no way she didn't realize ;] nappypants 1 Quote Link to comment
Linxsquat 185 Posted March 30, 2023 Share Posted March 30, 2023 Love the experiences you shared! I’ve had similar encounters with several ex girlfriends and those are memories I always go back to and reminisce. Would love to hear more about Louise! And happy to share stories also WiiGuy86 1 Quote Link to comment
DespAndHold 337 Posted March 31, 2023 Share Posted March 31, 2023 Glad this got bumped as some amazing experiences shared here. I look forward to part 2 Quote Link to comment
kingkong 36 Posted April 13, 2023 Share Posted April 13, 2023 Amazing experiences! Can't wait for part 2 - please share! Quote Link to comment
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