female desperation

Once i REALLY had to go pee and my brother started tickling me. I laughed so hard and lost control and completly peed my pants.

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well, the only reason why i was holding my pee in is that i don;t use puplic bathrooms at all. i was in school, really bad but i always hold it, this time i couldn', i thought to go to the toilet but now i'm so far from it, with cross legs, i can't even walk. i also feel embarresed to ask the teacher & walk in funny way. when i had to stop & walk to the lab, it is Done!! i peed, & start to cry, covering my spot.

Once when I was in the car with my friend. We were driving home from the beach and I had to go. Really bad. So I grabbed a towel and a bucket and filled the bucket with my pee and sat on the towel for the rest of the pee. It felt soooo good!

Hi My name is Yasmin from the UK and I seem to get desperate most days! Often I wear tight black trousers(pants) so that it doesn't show too much if I end up doing it in my pants - which is quite often!! The other day I was on a train (no toilets!) and was really busting to go. I tried very hard to hold on, but kept doing spurts in my knickers for most of the journey. I'm afraid both my tight black trousers and the seat got very wet, but I don't think anyone found out - till someone else sat on the seat!! Sorry!! Yasmin yasmin_coolchick@hotmail.com

If u have 2 go just go!!! i wear very short skirts for school and i have wet many seats on buses and trains. With a short pleated skirt and being commando nobody will ever know as long as you are the last person to stand up. Go on girls - let it flow!!1

Once, when I was 17 I was riding with my friend with some guys in a car and I had to go to the bathroom. We were drinking beer and having a good time. We were laughing a lot but not enough to make me pee my pants. I was able to hold it through all the jokes and laughs. But, I had to go badly and I wanted to go in a normal bathroom. I held and held and squirmed all over the back seat. I hoped that the jokes would stop and that no one tried to tickle me. I was desperate and knew that I wouldn't last much longer. About the time the guy who was driving announced that George's Grill was in sight I lost control. I peed my jeans for about 4 or 5 seconds wetting myself to the knees and all over the backseat of his car. When we got to George's I went to the bathroom with my friend Shirley and finished peeing. But, I had to spend the rest of the evening in wet jeans. My date and the guy who was driving thought my predicament was pretty funny. I wanted to cry my eyes out but knew that wouldn't be too wise. So, I went along with everyone else and let my embarrassment be the point of the evening's jokes. After that night, I made sure that I would never get myself into such a situation again. But, I must say that I did and I will post those incidents where I can. Doufus

She waited until the last minute at the party. There was a large gathering of people and she sat with her khaki clad legs crossed until the last minute. Her need to pee was now overwhelming and she finally asked the others seated on her outside to let her out. As she slid across the seat she felt pee escaping into her khaki pants. When she got out of her seat and stood up she felt another escape of pee into her pants. She glanced down at her pants and saw that she was noticeably wet. As she walked down the hall to the bathroom she lost all semblence of control of her bladder and proceeded to pee her pants while leaving a track of pee down the hall to the bathroom. She and the hostess of the party mopped the floor but she had to show her wet pants as there was no way of concealing them. And, she had to sit in her wet pants until her date took her home. While he didn't chastise her he was obviously put off by her accident. He made her sit on a large towel as he drove her home. She left him and the car in pants that were only damp rather than soaking wet. She finished voiding her bladder as she walked into her apartment building. Inside her apartment she was relieved and happy. She never saw that boyfriend again that fact enhanced her happiness. But, she did attend a few more parties and she did have a few more wetting accidents.

That morning, I woke up, as always. I got out of bed, went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, undressed, and got directly into the shower. After a nice, relaxing fifteen minutes, I got out, tied a towel around myself, and went to her bedroom again, to pick out her clothes. I put on some tight-fitting little shorts and a tank top that really showed off my already impressive breasts. Something felt off to me. I ignored it and then I ate breakfast and went to school. I went to my first period class like normal. About halfway through the class, I realized what had seemed off this morning. I had forgotten to use the restroom. It had now been ten-and-a-half hours since I had last emptied my bladder, which now, I was suddenly realizing, was incredibly full. Okay, just take it easy. After this class is over, I’ll just stop by the restrooms and everything will be fine. Unfortunately, everything was not fine. After first period, I dashed straight to the restrooms. They were locked. NO! Take it easy. I’ll just ask my second period teacher if I can go to the restroom and I’ll find another open one. At the beginning of second, I approached my teacher. “Can I go to the restroom?” I asked, keeping her voice in check. “Sure, take the hall pass.” He said. I grabbed it, left the room, and positively sprinted toward the science building; there was a single Girl’s Restroom there and it was closest. Upon arrival, I noticed that the door was shut! I yanked at the handle desperately, but to no avail. I decided to check the only other student restrooms on campus…the lunch-area restrooms. Unfortunately, they, too, were sealed up tight. I returned to second period and sat with my legs squeezed together. I have to go so bad, but there isn’t an open restroom on this campus! I can’t wait another thirty minutes, much less six more hours! I had the most uncomfortable second period of my life. All I could think about was when were the restrooms finally going to be open. At the ten-minute break, I looked for an accessible restroom while desperately holding my very full bladder. “I have to go to the bathroom so bad!” I said, still bobbing. Wait! What about the restrooms out by the portables? Sure enough, there were restrooms out by the portables, and sure enough, they were locked too! I nearly cried. I can’t take this!!! I have to use the restroom now!!! Wait, the locker rooms! I’ll wait until next period, and when we change into out swimsuits for class, I’ll use the toilets in there. I entered my third class of the day, trying desperately to keep myself from wetting my pants. The minutes crawled by. Finally, after the longest class of my life, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel…the P.E. restrooms. I approached my teacher. “Could I go and use the restrooms inside the locker rooms?” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. “Sorry, we have orders to not let anyone use the locker room restrooms. The water system’s all messed up and it could flood the locker room. I’d give you a key to the Staff restrooms, but they’re out also. Sorry.” My last little ray of hope was gone. The “full to burst” sensation constantly growing in my bladder seemed to skyrocket! This is ridiculous! I shouldn’t have to go this badly during school! There are supposed to be open areas where students can relieve themselves!!! The P.E. class went into the locker rooms to change into our swimsuits. I pulled off my shorts, and with a start, pulled them back. I had originally thought that the shorts were adding pressure to my bladder, when in reality they were helping me hold it in! Without them, I nearly lost my little control completely. I removed my tank top and bra and put the top of my swimsuit on, a fairly revealing bikini top. Then, as quickly as possible, I removed my shorts and underwear and quickly pulled on the bottom. It wasn’t as tight as the shorts, but it reduced the pressure a little. We all hopped into the pool. My situation grew exponentially! Water. This increased my desperate need to use the restroom! Control yourself. You can hold it. You can hold it. It took every amount of concentration and a lot of self-discipline, but I managed to hold it in just long enough to get out of the pool. Now came the hard part. After swimming in that chlorine, I had to get a shower, but I didn’t think I could hold my bladder without the pants. I decided to try. I stripped and headed to the nearest shower, crossing my legs and jumping up and down. My now-exposed breasts bounced with every jump and movement. I washed myself off, and after a torturous shower, I gratefully put on the tight pants again. Only this time, it did little, almost nothing even, to ease the pain. Groaning, I put back on her bra and tank top, not bothering to pull the top down to a very revealing level, as I usually did. Fifth period found me in the same boat. I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it. I kept telling myself. My bladder was about to explode under the tremendous pressure. The shorts were doing nothing for me anymore. After a horribly uncomfortable fifth period, I walked past the science building and noticed the single boy/girl restroom that was tucked into a corner. I sprinted towards it, only to find it locked too. I really hadn’t expected to find it available anyway. I sat at the very back of my sixth period class. I crossed her legs, bounced up and down, and rocked back and forth. My situation was dire now. My only thought was that soon (it had better be soon, or I was going to wet myself) I would be home, with a nice, open restroom. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, that faithful bell rung, and I began to walk pretty fast towards my house. My bladder was way too full now, and I guessed that I only had about five minutes to get home before I couldn’t wait any more. I had two streets to cross at the corner, and as luck would have it, that on its own took five minutes. When I finally made it across the streets, and almost to my house, I doubled over. I have to go NOW!!! I barely made it home and emptied my bursting bladder!

Once when I was on vacation last year, we were at some beach and I had alot to drink. To get back to our hotel, we had to come on a speedboat. Halfway through, I discovered that I had the urge to pee. It was SOOOOOO bad. With the bumps on the speedboat, I was getting more and more restless. In the middle of the ocean, they made a stop for like an hour. I knew I wouldnt last the rest of the ride so I quicklu ran to the last row of seats on the boat, I spread my legs and started spraying it on the floor. Man, did that feel good. When I was done, there was a puddle below my feet. I quickly returned to my seat, and the people at the end had no idea that they were sitting where I just peed.

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I HATE bathrooms! I hate having to find one, I hate siting on that icy cold thing, stepping in God knows what! So, I just don't use them! I wear diapers instead.

When I am desperate to pee I go outside and take off my shoes socks and jeans so i am wearing just a top and my panties. Then I hold up a pare of wellies in between my legs and pee straight through my panties and into my wellies. Then i pull up my jeans over my dripping wet panties and let the pee soak into them. it feels so nice. Then i slide my sexy bare feet into the warm pee filled wellies and run around the garden. The pee sloshes around my bare feet and in between my sexy cute toes. The I go up into my bedroom with the wellies still on and take them off. I then lick all of the pee off my feet and finger my privates though my still we panties. Peeing In Shoes - http://www.misterpoll.com/polls/359133

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My husband loves tickling me. Several times he got so engaged that he ignored my pleadings and I wet my panties ! Thankfully now he makes sure that I was in the bathroom before he starts tickling :)