Christmas market oopsie

[Anna99 217]

I just wanna share with you a short story that happened about 2 weeks ago. I was at a christmas market near my house. I was drinking mulled wine with some friends. After some hours my bladder became bigger and bigger. The market is only about 500 meters near my appartment so I wasn't too worried. My bladder filled faster than usual, probably because of the cold and the alcohol. I was wearing black jeans and if I remember correctly grey panties. I felt a bit tipsy and looking back didn't realise how full my bladder actually was. I was standing with my legs tightly closed. At one point a friend said something funny that made me laugh and I lost some drops. Realising how desperate I was by now I excused myself and went back to my appartment. Walking felt much worse than standing and only there I knew that it will be really close. I felt like losing it with every step but held strong. When I reached the staircase I put my hand between my legs since nobody could see me. But I live on the second floor and we don't have an elevator. I tried my best walking up the stairs while keeping my thighs as close as possible and my hand in between. Walking up the stairs was really a struggle and I kept losing more spurts. My jeans felt a bit damp but not wet. You couldn't see a patch since they were black anyway. I lost a bigger leak when I put the key in the keyhole and my hand became wet.  When I finally opened and closed the door I was at my limit. While sprinting to the bathroom a light stream started and I wasn't able to stop it. I just jumped into the bathtub and let it flow. It made a loud hissing sound when hitting the porcelain. I hope you like it.

[Paulp73 337]

1 hour ago, Anna99 said:

I just wanna share with you a short story that happened about 2 weeks ago. I was at a christmas market near my house. I was drinking mulled wine with some friends. After some hours my bladder became bigger and bigger. The market is only about 500 meters near my appartment so I wasn't too worried. My bladder filled faster than usual, probably because of the cold and the alcohol. I was wearing black jeans and if I remember correctly grey panties. I felt a bit tipsy and looking back didn't realise how full my bladder actually was. I was standing with my legs tightly closed. At one point a friend said something funny that made me laugh and I lost some drops. Realising how desperate I was by now I excused myself and went back to my appartment. Walking felt much worse than standing and only there I knew that it will be really close. I felt like losing it with every step but held strong. When I reached the staircase I put my hand between my legs since nobody could see me. But I live on the second floor and we don't have an elevator. I tried my best walking up the stairs while keeping my thighs as close as possible and my hand in between. Walking up the stairs was really a struggle and I kept losing more spurts. My jeans felt a bit damp but not wet. You couldn't see a patch since they were black anyway. I lost a bigger leak when I put the key in the keyhole and my hand became wet.  When I finally opened and closed the door I was at my limit. While sprinting to the bathroom a light stream started and I wasn't able to stop it. I just jumped into the bathtub and let it flow. It made a loud hissing sound when hitting the porcelain. I hope you like it.

Such a hot story..thanks for sharing xx

[jorel2012 268]

10 hours ago, Anna99 said:

Walking up the stairs was really a struggle and I kept losing more spurts. My jeans felt a bit damp but not wet. You couldn't see a patch since they were black anyway. I lost a bigger leak when I put the key in the keyhole and my hand became wet.

I like that!   
If you’d do that on purpose, men like me would lie at your feet. 

[Pooler 191]

:Loved the story.

[wetterisbetter123 9]

On 12/15/2024 at 3:35 PM, Anna99 said:

I just wanna share with you a short story that happened about 2 weeks ago. I was at a christmas market near my house. I was drinking mulled wine with some friends. After some hours my bladder became bigger and bigger. The market is only about 500 meters near my appartment so I wasn't too worried. My bladder filled faster than usual, probably because of the cold and the alcohol. I was wearing black jeans and if I remember correctly grey panties. I felt a bit tipsy and looking back didn't realise how full my bladder actually was. I was standing with my legs tightly closed. At one point a friend said something funny that made me laugh and I lost some drops. Realising how desperate I was by now I excused myself and went back to my appartment. Walking felt much worse than standing and only there I knew that it will be really close. I felt like losing it with every step but held strong. When I reached the staircase I put my hand between my legs since nobody could see me. But I live on the second floor and we don't have an elevator. I tried my best walking up the stairs while keeping my thighs as close as possible and my hand in between. Walking up the stairs was really a struggle and I kept losing more spurts. My jeans felt a bit damp but not wet. You couldn't see a patch since they were black anyway. I lost a bigger leak when I put the key in the keyhole and my hand became wet.  When I finally opened and closed the door I was at my limit. While sprinting to the bathroom a light stream started and I wasn't able to stop it. I just jumped into the bathtub and let it flow. It made a loud hissing sound when hitting the porcelain. I hope you like it.

Phew!  I know how that feels.  I've been so desperate that every step on the walk home made my bladder bounce painfully.  The last steps, and through the door are the hardest.  Do you know when this interest in pee desperation started for you?  I can trace mine back to seeing a neighbourhood friend pee right in front of me, and I remember the dance she did as we found a private place to relieve ourselves.

[Anna99 217]

3 minutes ago, wetterisbetter123 said:

Phew!  I know how that feels.  I've been so desperate that every step on the walk home made my bladder bounce painfully.  The last steps, and through the door are the hardest.  Do you know when this interest in pee desperation started for you?  I can trace mine back to seeing a neighbourhood friend pee right in front of me, and I remember the dance she did as we found a private place to relieve ourselves.

I started realising during puberty that holding my pee gives me a nice feeling

[wetterisbetter123 9]

42 minutes ago, Anna99 said:

I started realising during puberty that holding my pee gives me a nice feeling

Have you ever met anyone in real life who shares this interest?  If you feel like you're able to share or disclose it with someone.  

 

[Anna99 217]

1 hour ago, wetterisbetter123 said:

Have you ever met anyone in real life who shares this interest?  If you feel like you're able to share or disclose it with someone.  

 

I suspect a female friend might share this interest, but not 100% sure

[wetterisbetter123 9]

29 minutes ago, Anna99 said:

I suspect a female friend might share this interest, but not 100% sure

Yeah, I wish we could all develop pee-dar, so we could find others like us nearby.  It feels like its pretty rare.  You can always raise the ante with your friend, and see how they react to you sharing positive feelings about being desperate to pee.  In a deniable way. 😄

Everyone is really different in how they develop this interest too.  So you love to be desperate, which is what I most enjoy too.  To be at your limits, and forced by your body to let go, is how I would phrase it.  But you prefer to give up control to someone you trust, prevented from going to the bathroom, with some playful tickling.  Or perhaps wrestling, is one of my favorite ideas.  I had a girlfriend who enjoyed the wrestling, but without the pee unfortunately.  If its not one thing, its another.

If you’re comfortable, I’d love to hear more about the kinds of scenarios or details you enjoy most. I’ve also thought of a few ideas that might align with this theme if you’d like to hear them!

[Anna99 217]

41 minutes ago, wetterisbetter123 said:

Yeah, I wish we could all develop pee-dar, so we could find others like us nearby.  It feels like its pretty rare.  You can always raise the ante with your friend, and see how they react to you sharing positive feelings about being desperate to pee.  In a deniable way. 😄

Everyone is really different in how they develop this interest too.  So you love to be desperate, which is what I most enjoy too.  To be at your limits, and forced by your body to let go, is how I would phrase it.  But you prefer to give up control to someone you trust, prevented from going to the bathroom, with some playful tickling.  Or perhaps wrestling, is one of my favorite ideas.  I had a girlfriend who enjoyed the wrestling, but without the pee unfortunately.  If its not one thing, its another.

If you’re comfortable, I’d love to hear more about the kinds of scenarios or details you enjoy most. I’ve also thought of a few ideas that might align with this theme if you’d like to hear them!

I meant more the hopeless situation that prevents me from going, could also be for example being stuck in a chair lift with no escape, non necessarely giving up control to someone.