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Wow..... I think I'm lost for words..... just wow.....

I was only driving my laptop and narrowly avoided having an accident when I saw your post...

Wow @Sophie - That was an absolutely amazing and delicious account, thanks so much for posting. Fantastic closing sentence too.... I wonder if the guy did actually spot you walk in there, and politely gave you a discrete time in there - perhaps he was bursting and couldn't wait any longer? Perhaps without you realising he'd already noticed your ladies's shoes under the cubicle door? Either way, amazing. Would Steph have been able to tell which door you used? I can imagine too your hubby's reaction if you described it all to him, such a lucky man.

Sounds amazingly nice. Of course, if I was sat anywhere nearby and happened to work out what you were up to, It'd probably be obvious that I knew... (I'm not boasting about size, but at that moment my excitement would be a bit revealing...)

Pretty much live action.... as in just happened... is that close enough. We've just had a new carpet put down in the house and so my job for today was to get rid of the old carpet which had been dumped in the garage. After I'd put the larger rolled up piece into the car ready to drive to the tip I was just left with a couple of smaller square pieces. I was just about to load those up too when the thought occurred it would be a shame to waste an opportunity. At this point I wasn't bursting by any means, but full enough to go - so I placed a piece of the carpet on the garage floor away f

Glad you like it - I must confess though, the evening part is sadly just fiction.... I can live in hope though, right?

Very similar to the photo you’ve posted - slightly more woolly tights (it is winter after all) and pretty much the same length. She was slightly more curvy and possibly not as tall (or shorter legs) than your pictures suggest. The ‘course’ was actually a speed awareness course - better than points on my licence for a minor lapse. The first part of the afternoon was a brainstorm of ‘reasons why we may be tempted to speed’. I missed a trick, nobody mentioned being desperate to pee - I would have loved to look for any blushes. I may perhaps of imagined a desperate emergency going on..

I was on a course recently with about 40 other people who I'd never met, we were all ushered into the conference room to sit at round tables. As soon as we sat down and looked at our neighbours I immediately noticed the lady two seats to my right - very pretty with dark wavy hair and piercing grey eyes. It became apparent when she spoke that she was Irish - she had the most sensual, soft voice with a very strong accent - very softly spoken but I got the impression wouldn't take any messing. The cherry on top of the cake was that when she stood up at the break she was dressed very sim

Well we're not stopping you... 😉

Now you mention it, I remember searching for good content on there. Still - we've got here now!

I wasn't sure whether to post as a true account or here, but since I've changed a few details I'll consider it as fiction - hope you like it. Cast your mind back to the glorious days of the summer... and each year I have a contract to photograph a music festival in London. Mention festival and most people think of muddy fields and tents, but this couldn't be further from that. It's a tribute festival to one particular global band - I won't mention their name because I'd like to stay anonymous. Basically though, for the same week every year over 50 tribute bands and artists and several th

Week from hell - couple of glasses of wine and feeling naughty... true comment though

Loved it @Riley - very stimulating.

I'm going to break my cardinal rule @Jayne78 and be crude.... If I saw you in a short leather skirt (and we've seen photos of your legs online) I'd be more concerned about finding clothes to hide an erection. Intentional peeing under the cover of a leather skirt is a bit of a fantasy of mine.

There's hope for us mere mortals then. There are some gentlemen left who imagine that your pleasure is more important than our ego massage. or maybe just one....

Good on you @Sweets Seeing another man’s gear does very little for me, apart from maybe give me a bit of an inferiority complex. But that said, it’s good to redress the balance and have something for those who do enjoy. You’ve got my vote - although my pic would probably be a letdown in comparison.

I've gone for both - so I'm with all of the above. Hmmm... That would be one hell of an orgy..... In seriousness I'm happy to be sub, I would like to be on the receiving end, but at the same time I like to plan and be in control to an extent.

I'll admit I have mixed feelings about the idea..... A large part of that is admittedly based on my personality and whether I'd feel comfortable participating. But I love what we have here at the moment - the community. I know there are thousands and thousands of members with only a few dozen actively participating. Would people Skyping each other mean less contribution to the community here? I know there's already the DM chat, so accepted people will be having one-to-ones behind that closed door, but at the same time there's people chatting in the open chatbox and there's people wh

If you'd chosen a different career path what would you be doing? In a perfect world?

I'm not sure I'll be able to join in - but 100% you've got my vote to go for it and let it play out on this thread. The more descriptive you can be the better, just the little details like what you're wearing, how bad you need to go and then of course the outcome. Even if it's a different time zone it's great to read after the event.

I love how all this heated chat has stemmed from a mention of a hotel in Hull... Obviously lots of people have never been to Hull 😀

I know, I didn't mean that you would want anyone to - but at the same time it's not like sweets would have any knowledge why - especially with it keep recurring.

Pretty sure it's not through choice Raj - biology is a pretty cruel thing sometimes.

That's a shame.... It would be hot knowing you'd sneaked in and were peeking... even hotter if you chose to take care of your desperate need.

Have you ever deliberately revenge-peed anywhere, or on someone's property? Maybe a teenage boyfriend after a breakup or that sort of thing?