http://www.shrinktank.com/id-rather-pee-myself/
Liked that.
And what I read here just a minute ago sounds like a dream for me, but I was never that lucky:
11. bnmoore727:
My freshman year of college, I had a big crush on a junior. One night, he walked me home from his party. We were right outside of the entrance to my dorm when he finally made his move. We were making out, and it was glorious. So glorious, in fact, that even though I really had to pee, I didn’t want to stop. Then it got to the point that I needed to stop, but didn’t know how to break it up. It wasn’t until I was actively peeing my pants and kissing at the same time that I was able to say good night and end it. By some miracle (a miracle I call shots), he didn’t even see that I had been slowly peeing myself for at least 45 seconds. I unlocked the door and got inside with soaking jeans and a smile on my face. I totally got away with it.
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