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Debra's Desperate to Pee Stories
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Here is a pee holding story from a single male pee lover in Suffolk:
Although it would
be wonderful to share my enjoyment with a lady of like mind, this is not to be;
therefore., all my stolen moments have to be secret and solo. I was first
turned on to this by reading FORUM. At that time I wanted to wet myself but
could never let it show through my clothes. I overcame this by wearing adult
disposable nappies and plastic pants, although I have never considered myself as
an adult baby. I was a representative at the time which meant I could put them
on in a public loo and drive home to enjoy the slowly increasing need to pee and
wet the nappy. The excitement I got from this required that I stopped in a
lay-by to let go. This was the only way I could guarantee control of the car; I
also found a very convenient place for the nappies afterwards. I get great
excitement from knowing that my hot golden shower of piss is running from me and
I have had to hold on to it through the first feeling of wanting to go to the
climax when I have had to hold myself tight to hold it in, right up to the magic
moment when it all floods of piss flow out.
Now to the beach!
For two years now I've been able to use a naturist beach; by their nature the
are always remote. The one I use in Essex has loos but they're about a two-mile
walk from the nudist section so you can imagine they don't get used very often,
you have to dress/undress each time you want to go to the toilet.
The section of
beach where it is accepted that people let go their golden rain is at the back
beyond the car park. But this is not always so. On my first visit, when I had
just taken all my clothes off for the first time ever in public, I was walking
amongst the cars towards the dunes and the beach when I heard the glorious sound
of a female pissing her golden showers. The gorgeous blonde girl responsible
must have been about twenty. Her body was bliss. She was squatting behind a van,
but this was in my view as I walked on. I had to retreat to my car, as by this
time I had the most powerful erection I can ever remember.
Another time at
the beach, I was sunbathing towards the end, by a clump of bushes giving me
shelter from a breeze, when this man came over on the other side of the bush. We
did not speak, but I know he wanted to let go of his piss.
Seeing me there,
he changed direction and only a very short distance away, went down on one knee
and released his pee fountain for all to see.
On another
occasion, I was sitting on the beach when I was joined by an older gentleman.
The feeling of needing to go to the toilet was by this time getting urgent.
He started a
conversation but I did not tell him my situation of my full bladder at first. My need turned to
desperate so I got up to move to somewhere else on the beach but, to my
amazement, he followed.
There was a
section frequented by gays, but I was not on it. By this time my pressing need
had got too desperate. My pee stream burst from me while I was still standing.
As this was happening I squatted: my cock remained upright because of the long
grass, the pee was streaming out of me. I could not stop it before it hit the
ground; it was flowing over my thighs. The gent had a grandstand view and a
hard-on. One special day
at this beach, my time there had to be split as I had an afternoon appointment
some 25 miles away. I made sure that I had had a lot to drink; I take four
litres of lemonade for this purpose. I drank and drank but nature was very slow
in working for some reason before I had to leave for the appointment. You can
imagine how the next forty minutes in the car felt. With still miles to go and
nowhere suitable to stop, the critical level of the contents of my bladder had
passed ages ago but I still hung on. I even decided I would stop but could not
find anywhere to release my bladder load. By the time I got to my appointment, I
had to ask to use his toilet before we sat down. Once in there I only just found my cock in time
before pee stream burst from me. I now know how it feels when
people have said, “It just wouldn't stop”. Mine went on for what seemed like
an age at the time.
The business with
the guy only took twenty minutes or so. I was offered two cups of coffee, which
I drank with anticipation. When I came out of the house, I drove straight back
to the beach. As I drove, I knew that by the time I got back to the beach I
would be feeling just as desperate as on the outward journey but I knew I could
hold on, since I had to - I had another appointment later that evening and no
spare clothes.
On reaching the
beach, I was holding my cock to hold the pee in. The urgency got worse when I
had to let go of my cock to take my clothes off again. I decided to go to the
back of the carpark and sit down with my legs in front and my cock on top when
the second major flood of piss within two hours erupted. Seconds later, I was
soaked to my ankles. I went into the sea and I am sure no one was the wiser for
what I had done.
I had a massage
once when the girl willingly created her own pee fountain for my benefit. It
went everywhere. Her flood of piss went all over me and I even got to drink
some. I was in seventh heaven. I have never as yet been there when a girl would
wet her knickers for my benefit. I must now end this letter as the very act of
writing it has brought on a very urgent need to pee. I will have to have a wank
afterwards to complete the total joy I have had in writing it.
Congratulations on the
Cascade magazine website.
I hope the wee mails for piss fun pissing addicts like me continue to flow
(forgive the pun!). J. F. Suffolk