Tales of Desperate Wettings: Book 2: Three short desperation wetting stories

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He and the guys can pee on the trees but there is no place for the wives to pee so we just have to hold it. During my first long vacation at training college, I joined a group of college acquaintances on a coach trip to Greece.

Her bladder exploded, pee thrashing out of her pee hole, flooding her panties, instantly wetting her pants. If I have to hang on for long time I often find my pants are damp and sometimes quite wet when I finally get to the loo, though rarely do I notice the leaks as they happen! The rest of the girls who had not taken their turn to relieve themselves because they thought the rest of their peers were too indignant to do such a private deed in front of each other were still in their seats and holding on for fear of wetting themselves having chosen to wait out the bus that was coming to take them back to school. This girl, a Korean-Italian mix girl named Jessica who had straight jet black hair, undid and pulled down her pants and panties all the way to the floor and positioned herself and bent her knees slightly and leaned back just enough before she opened her folds to reveal her pee hole and then opened the floodgates and everyone watched from the window and sides of Jessica as she peed standing up like a boy would without a bottle or anything. Meanwhile, the two defenders finished up their pee and the two swayed their hips dry to get the remaining pee off their pubic hair and then redressed and went to take their seats.I could not believe it when he told me that he could not stop, as he had to keep to a strict schedule and only stop at designated places. She had somehow got down the steps into the subway, blindly following Amy, convinced that this was the way to the Ladies she so urgently needed, and now nothing; just a long passageway leading to some more steps, the walls blank, with only a few advertisements and not the door to the ladies that she had to find. When Marcie becomes desperate to pee, she has to choose between facing her fear and peeing in the bathroom, or trying to hold it and risking a wet accident! Cool," Emersyn agreed, slinging her bag over her shoulder with a wince I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't looking for it. The story itself was taken from an rp session with me and another member on Discord that I've retooled to make a coherent story, so I feel it's only fair to give him coauthor credit.

The hostess, a pretty young high school senior named Isabelle who was quite popular with the cooks, came by with a party of 5. I've always been into being desperate, but have always had quite a strong bladder and the idea of actually wetting myself in public has always been a bit daunting. A cute little Finchel story for the Glee fans (kinda) based on Glee: Season 3 Episode 13 and one-line from Glee: Season 1 Episode 10. Now if only she could find the right guy to share these experiences with'The three girls were Masters of Finance students at the University of Washington.

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It was not the luxury coach I had hoped for, but an old Greek coach which didn't even have a loo, potentially a disaster for me. As a special treat, I’d like to invite you to my outdoor camping slumber party by the lake this weekend. Holly, an African-American girl with braids, said standing in the middle of the aisle water bottle in hand. She didn’t need the assistance of any screaming this time, either, but it must have been just as painful. But nonetheless, I think we all learned a valuable lesson about container and outdoor urination and how it can help us in a pinch, didn't we girls?

I was single at the time and hadn't seen much action for a while and was feeling the frustration a little. Once I had moved, I changed from sitting on my foot to crossing my legs tightly and pressing my hand hard against my crutch. Maria crossed her legs and let her top leg do all the wiggling, but that must not have worked, for she uncrossed them and put her hands under her buns.

Molly exclaimed, blushing furiously as she covered herself with the hem of her shirt as she kept on peeing. She clenched her legs together as best she could while she drove, her bladder swollen full with pee.

I was squirming about, trying to push my heel into my crutch as hard as I could, as I really had reached desperation level.