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donna-jane wrote:I have just come back from a camping trip and was terrified at the prospect of no toilets. It took me about 4 days to pluck up courage to go behind a tree for a number 2 but when I couldn't hang on any longer the experience turned out to be very different from what I imagined. I took my skirt and <A HREF='http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/catalog/' target='_blank'>panties</A> off completely and have to confess it was a strangely wonderful sensation. The next time I had an urge I quite looked forward to it! Even felt a bit horny after the act, half naked with the cool breeze on my bum (I wasn't in England of course!). Am I weird?
amanda h wrote:Donna Jane - I've never admitted to this before but a couple of years ago I was trekking in the Lakes when I slipped off behind a boulder for a wee. I was feeling pretty queasy from the night before and as soon as I squatted down I knew something much more serious was going to happen. Oh my God, how embarrassing, I just HAD to poo. Ten minutes later I returned to the waiting gang and had to make up a silly story about losing an earring. But I did feel a lot better afterwards and at last I can smile about it. Ever happened to anybody else?
persona-non-grata wrote:Be honest - you loved every minute of it, didn't you...
Guest wrote:A couple of months ago I was on a night out with a few friends in my home town. At the end of the night we left the club and phoned for a taxi. We struggled to get one and were told we would have to wait an hour. I don't have a very good bladder and became desperate to wee. There are no public toilets open at that time. The area where we were waiting had CCTV cameras and there was no where I could go without it being obvious. There were a couple of those big flower planter things in the street so I walked over to one and sat down lifting my skirt at the back as I sat. I then just weed through my kn1ckers and t1ghts and nobody had a clue. My friends thought I just wanted to sit down. I felt quite ashamed and childish at first. But the following day thought more rationally about it and realized I had no choice and it didn't feel that bad. I have since told some of my friends about what happened. Since then when I have been in similar situations I have done the same thing and no longer feel ashamed. On one occasion one of my friends I told joined me.
Guest wrote:A couple of months ago I was on a night out with a few friends in my home town. At the end of the night we left the club and phoned for a taxi. We struggled to get one and were told we would have to wait an hour. I don't have a very good bladder and became desperate to wee. There are no public toilets open at that time. The area where we were waiting had CCTV cameras and there was no where I could go without it being obvious. There were a couple of those big flower planter things in the street so I walked over to one and sat down lifting my skirt at the back as I sat. I then just weed through my <A HREF='http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/catalog/' target='_blank'>knickers</A> and <A HREF='http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/catalog/default.php/cPath/23_52' target='_blank'>tights</A> and nobody had a clue. My friends thought I just wanted to sit down. I felt quite ashamed and childish at first. But the following day thought more rationally about it and realized I had no choice and it didn't feel that bad. I have since told some of my friends about what happened. Since then when I have been in similar situations I have done the same thing and no longer feel ashamed. On one occasion one of my friends I told joined me.
Guest wrote:I also once had to pee very bad.
I was in the city and was waiting for the bus. The plan said, that the bus would come in about 20 minutes. That 20 minutes were hard to wait, because I already had to go very very bad. But the bus was late and after that 20 minutes I had to wait another 45 minutes. The other people who were waiting for the bus were also very angry but none of them had to go to the toilet that urgent. After waiting 20 minutes my bladder was about to burst and i was holding my crotch and dancing up and down because I had to go so bad. The people started looking at me - so embarrasing.
After a while I couldnt't hold it any more. I just sat down at the bank, relaxed and let it run. It felt so good. But the pee was running down my butt and at the end there was a puddle under the bank. The two girls, who were sitting next to me started to giggle and whispered something. But I didn't care because my bladder pressure was finally gone.
But the next time will not wait that long and hold it in. When I have to go that bad and there is no toilet nearby, i'll just let it run. If you are in the middle of the city you can't just pull down your pants and pee there. In such situations it's better to wet your pants instead of cetting caught when you relieve yourself somewhere in the middle of the city where a lot of people pass by.
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