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Hey guys....
I have posted here before about my ex, the woman who gave me four beautiful children. Well as you can probably guess, her bladder control wasnt the same after that LOL...
She had few small accidents, but not much major other than the times she would do it intentionally for me.
She had occasional bladder infections from holding it too often, and the following two occurances happened during one of them. I think that it happened these times for a few other reasons. One was that she had, what I called after these times, "bad luck underwear" They were black string elastic bikinis in this nice satiny/silky material that, i think, tickled her "area" in just the right way. There is also a song on her mp3 player that she said always made her have to pee really bad. But she could never remember it when i asked her which one.
You may notice that i used a short and concise method of retelling, and a long and descriptive method. Please let me know which is preferred.
Anyways, to the point of this post, and i will write them from her perspective, as it is easier to elaborate.
First Account:
I was walking the aisles of the Dollarama about 15 mins walk from my house. I was looking at getting some item, cant remember what it was exactly. I was listening to my mp3 player, when that song that made me have to pee started playing. I hadnt needed to pee before, but i did all of a sudden... REALLY bad. I thought i would be okay, but out of nowhere, my bladder spasmed. Pssssst.....psst pssst..... pissssssst. The pee came out is quick spurts, and i was embarrassed with it being in public, so i was able to remember how the spurts came out in detail.... i filed that away, knowing (WC) likes detailed stories. As i was waiting in line, the boy behind me could see the wetness on my cutoff jean shorts but i couldnt do anything. I paid for my stuff and walked home.
Second Account:
I was on my way to the mall, walking through a nice forest path. I had my favorite jeans on, and my nice silky black panties. I had drank a lot of coffee without going pee, as I was planning to pee my pants for (WC) when i got home. As i was walking, I started to have to pee. I was surprised that, as i was walking, the need grew step by step. I knew there was no way that I would make it to mall, let alone back home without peeing my pants. I realised then that i hadn't even taken my morning pee, and it was now 3:45. I cursed myself for drinking 3 coffees before bed and not taking a bedtime pee either. I knew this wasnt good for my body, but sometimes when i really have to pee but dont go, it goes away for a while. This "numbing" effect was caused by years of holding it too much, which is good for while its numb, but i've been caught short before.
This brought me back to my current predicament, and i figured i had a few choices.
One, I could try and hold it, and as i squeezed my bladder muscle, i felt the pressure and decided that wasnt an option.
Two, I could let a little pee out to release pressure, and hopefully make it, but I looked down, and my favorite light blue jeans were too tight and would hide nothing.
My last option was to duck down beside a tree. I did not usually like peeing outside, but thinking about letting a little bit out had made me realise i had little choice. So I peed outside. I felt very embarrased, and was pee shy with no one around. I had to push on my stomach to get going, and i dont think i peed everything. I didnt want to be caught, so I pulled up my underwear and jeans as quick as i could. I felt the crotch of my jeans were a little wet, but I felt my bum to see if it was wet at all. I turned as much as I could, and aside from the obvious panty lines, there was no wetness. I breathed a sign of relief, looked around, and made my way quickly to the store.
I finished shopping, and decided that i would take the quicker way home. It was along a main street, with a couple steep hills. I walked with about 2 bags of groceries in each hand. They werent heavy, just bulky. As i walked up the first hill, i started to have to pee again. The need grew, keeping pace with my ascension of the first hill. It felt as though, when i reached the top, that would be the point where i would lose control again. I sped up a little, looking at the fence beside me and the busy street on the other side.
I had no escape. I walked with conviction, knowing my only relief was at my house. I made it over the hill, but the next one was the real challenge. I walked up, and started to feel the pee come out.... i squatted down and sat on my heel. Nothing showed yet, but i knew I was in trouble. I got up and kept walking. I started to feel the pee come out and tried to squat down sooner.... but this time there was a spot showing.
I crested the hill, and thought it would be easier, i relaxed a little, and had to squat down again, but i peed a little on the way down, and again when i was squatted. I saw the wet spot spread down a little more. I walked further down the hill and when i had to squat down again, i saw the pee spot glisten and a couple drops land on the sidewalk. I walked quickly to the main intersection by my house, and I waited for the light to change. I paced back and forth quickly as an old pakistani man stared at me. I didnt care if he watched, whether it was because of my obvious pee dance or the wet spot... maybe both.
The light changed colour and I crossed as quickly as i could. I had a non-stop spasm the whole time and it was hard to walk while squeezing my bladder so much. I felt a few spurts come out as i walked to the door, and i started peeing as i opened the door. I crossed my legs tightly, and tried to stop before i opened the inner door. I head the pee spattering on the floor and it made it hard to hold it. I looked down at the wetness, and then noticed a woman coming down the ground floor hallway. I knew she seen me, and i jumped a little, letting go for a second. I started to really go, so i rushed outside, doing little gushes with each step.... i ducked around the door, and lost total control outside....
I have posted here before about my ex, the woman who gave me four beautiful children. Well as you can probably guess, her bladder control wasnt the same after that LOL...
She had few small accidents, but not much major other than the times she would do it intentionally for me.
She had occasional bladder infections from holding it too often, and the following two occurances happened during one of them. I think that it happened these times for a few other reasons. One was that she had, what I called after these times, "bad luck underwear" They were black string elastic bikinis in this nice satiny/silky material that, i think, tickled her "area" in just the right way. There is also a song on her mp3 player that she said always made her have to pee really bad. But she could never remember it when i asked her which one.
You may notice that i used a short and concise method of retelling, and a long and descriptive method. Please let me know which is preferred.
Anyways, to the point of this post, and i will write them from her perspective, as it is easier to elaborate.
First Account:
I was walking the aisles of the Dollarama about 15 mins walk from my house. I was looking at getting some item, cant remember what it was exactly. I was listening to my mp3 player, when that song that made me have to pee started playing. I hadnt needed to pee before, but i did all of a sudden... REALLY bad. I thought i would be okay, but out of nowhere, my bladder spasmed. Pssssst.....psst pssst..... pissssssst. The pee came out is quick spurts, and i was embarrassed with it being in public, so i was able to remember how the spurts came out in detail.... i filed that away, knowing (WC) likes detailed stories. As i was waiting in line, the boy behind me could see the wetness on my cutoff jean shorts but i couldnt do anything. I paid for my stuff and walked home.
Second Account:
I was on my way to the mall, walking through a nice forest path. I had my favorite jeans on, and my nice silky black panties. I had drank a lot of coffee without going pee, as I was planning to pee my pants for (WC) when i got home. As i was walking, I started to have to pee. I was surprised that, as i was walking, the need grew step by step. I knew there was no way that I would make it to mall, let alone back home without peeing my pants. I realised then that i hadn't even taken my morning pee, and it was now 3:45. I cursed myself for drinking 3 coffees before bed and not taking a bedtime pee either. I knew this wasnt good for my body, but sometimes when i really have to pee but dont go, it goes away for a while. This "numbing" effect was caused by years of holding it too much, which is good for while its numb, but i've been caught short before.
This brought me back to my current predicament, and i figured i had a few choices.
One, I could try and hold it, and as i squeezed my bladder muscle, i felt the pressure and decided that wasnt an option.
Two, I could let a little pee out to release pressure, and hopefully make it, but I looked down, and my favorite light blue jeans were too tight and would hide nothing.
My last option was to duck down beside a tree. I did not usually like peeing outside, but thinking about letting a little bit out had made me realise i had little choice. So I peed outside. I felt very embarrased, and was pee shy with no one around. I had to push on my stomach to get going, and i dont think i peed everything. I didnt want to be caught, so I pulled up my underwear and jeans as quick as i could. I felt the crotch of my jeans were a little wet, but I felt my bum to see if it was wet at all. I turned as much as I could, and aside from the obvious panty lines, there was no wetness. I breathed a sign of relief, looked around, and made my way quickly to the store.
I finished shopping, and decided that i would take the quicker way home. It was along a main street, with a couple steep hills. I walked with about 2 bags of groceries in each hand. They werent heavy, just bulky. As i walked up the first hill, i started to have to pee again. The need grew, keeping pace with my ascension of the first hill. It felt as though, when i reached the top, that would be the point where i would lose control again. I sped up a little, looking at the fence beside me and the busy street on the other side.
I had no escape. I walked with conviction, knowing my only relief was at my house. I made it over the hill, but the next one was the real challenge. I walked up, and started to feel the pee come out.... i squatted down and sat on my heel. Nothing showed yet, but i knew I was in trouble. I got up and kept walking. I started to feel the pee come out and tried to squat down sooner.... but this time there was a spot showing.
I crested the hill, and thought it would be easier, i relaxed a little, and had to squat down again, but i peed a little on the way down, and again when i was squatted. I saw the wet spot spread down a little more. I walked further down the hill and when i had to squat down again, i saw the pee spot glisten and a couple drops land on the sidewalk. I walked quickly to the main intersection by my house, and I waited for the light to change. I paced back and forth quickly as an old pakistani man stared at me. I didnt care if he watched, whether it was because of my obvious pee dance or the wet spot... maybe both.
The light changed colour and I crossed as quickly as i could. I had a non-stop spasm the whole time and it was hard to walk while squeezing my bladder so much. I felt a few spurts come out as i walked to the door, and i started peeing as i opened the door. I crossed my legs tightly, and tried to stop before i opened the inner door. I head the pee spattering on the floor and it made it hard to hold it. I looked down at the wetness, and then noticed a woman coming down the ground floor hallway. I knew she seen me, and i jumped a little, letting go for a second. I started to really go, so i rushed outside, doing little gushes with each step.... i ducked around the door, and lost total control outside....
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