That Time I Peed on the Floor of a Wardrobe

[chubbybirb999 1,560]

A few people seemed to be interested somewhat when I mentioned a time when I peed on the floor of my walk in wardrobe when I was at university so I figured I would share it!

This would have been when I was 20, living in shared student accommodation in my third year of university. I was living in a flat with a whole pile of people I didn’t know and had no intention of making friends with, as they were loud, obnoxious and partied too hard too often. 

My room was small, but cosy and during that year, any time I wasn’t in a lecture or seminar I was in that room. Of course, I couldn’t afford the luxury of an en suite room so there was no easy access to toilets so if I knew there was a party coming, I’d use the toilet at uni and go to bed early. 

Of course, this wasn’t a fail safe solution. One night, a party started with little warning and i couldn’t get a chance to sneak out and pee beforehand. I figured it wasn’t a big deal, plugged myself into my headphones and tried to ignore it. 

Hours passed and the party showed no sign of stopping. The need I had was mild, only making itself known as a little niggle and generally only when I moved. I was fully anticipating them leaving around eleven or midnight to go to a club and I’d sneak out, pee, have a shower and eat while they were out. But it didn’t happen. It became very obvious that it was a house party and no one had any intention of going out. 

I was starting to feel it a bit more now. I changed out of my clothes into pyjamas to get more comfortable and managed to stave off the need for another half hour. All the time I’m listening carefully for any signs of the party stopping. But it’s not stopping. I crossed my legs tighter and changed my position and tried to concentrate on my show. But the need is rising and rising and I’m squirming in My seat and the party is carrying on. 

At the time, I was not in major touch with my pee fetish. It had gone away from my late teens and peeing was a mundane thing for many years. But I knew I had to do something otherwise I would pee myself and that was the last thing I wanted. 

I considered my options carefully. I had no bottles or containers and I couldn’t risk poking my bum out of the window at 9pm on a spring night when all the flats were partying. I debated pulling my bed out and peeing in the corner of my room, but something about peeing so close to where I slept didn’t sit well with me. A sudden urge wracked my body and I twisted my legs around each other, holding onto the wardrobe door to steady myself and ride the urge out. 

The wardrobe. It came to myself in a sudden flash of inspiration. The wardrobe! Our uni flats didn’t give you a standing wardrobe unit, we had like little walk in wardrobes, about 5 feet wide, 8 feet tall and 3 feet deep and most of us used them to hang clothes up on the top part and store stuff on the bottom. But I didn’t have anything on the bottom aside from a small suitcase. This left me a huge amount of space. I dashed inside immediately. 

I felt strange standing in there. I wanted to shut the door but it was too dark and I fumbled around blindly and got myself tangled in my hanging clothes, so I had to open the door. I get exposed, vulnerable, even though the windows were shut, curtains were drawn and my door was locked and there was no way anyone would know what I was doing. I kicked my pyjama shorts off, and before I could change my mind, knelt down and exploded onto the floor of the wardrobe. 

Pee poured out of me. I had so rarely squatted to pee so had no practice in pushing a stream out of me. It gushed strongly for a few moments and then dribbled and trickled, soaking down my legs and the back of my feet and pattering into the carpet. Even above the blasting music from outside, I still felt like the sound of my pee was drowning it all out. It finished, mercifully quickly, leaving an odd pattern on the ground. It was fairly dilute and didn’t smell, but I still kept the wardrobe door open and sprayed some air freshener and opened my windows. Turns out, I didn’t need to worry. And that spot was peed in many, many more times over the remainder of that year! 

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3 hours ago, chubbybirb999 said:

And that spot was peed in many, many more times over the remainder of that year! 

When  you find a good pissing place it becomes a familiar and friendly zone. When riding bike on a secluded trail nearby for years I've stopped in a spot at the end of the trail to pee before heading back home just a couple miles away. Hidden by sagebrush,undergrowth it's a wide turnaround for jeeps and atv's and after dark couples go there to have sex often leaving behind panties and other souvenirs.

If there's a pair of panties discarded, I water them with my stream which gives me a kind of perverse  pleasure.   Nice story, I enjoyed it immensely. Looking forward always to more from you birb.

[chubbybirb999 1,560]

I’ll do my best to write some more 🙂 I’m sure I’ve got other things I can share 🙂 thank you!

[Alfresco 11,633]

@chubbybirb999, thank you for that account.   I do feel sorry for you that you felt trapped in your room though - but I can totally understand why you wouldn't want to go out whilst there was a party going on if you weren't going to be involved in it.

I loved your descriptions and it is totally hot that you made use of the same spot in the wardrobe repeatedly.

[chubbybirb999 1,560]

I certainly did! I couldn’t constantly rely on it, I did have to come up with new solutions otherwise it would be permanently wet but hey! It got a fair soaking now and again!

[chubbybirb999 1,560]

It was a long time ago so back before I really realised it was a turn on for me properly! I kind of wish I had now, I would definitely share it with you all. Maybe I’ll get another chance soon