Anonymous
Wed, 12 Dec 01, 4:12 AM
Hi people, great site this. Congrats and thanks to those responsible. Makes me feel unweird for the first time and I am in my 40s so its about time.
I see various attemps at explaning our interest and suppose there is no real answer but I agree that being shy of being seen to want to pee can highten awareness of the desperation of others, from an early age. And I also agree that it starts always very early, due to the frequent desperation of children and their normally unembarrased actions such as holding etc. I was shy so I know it affected me this way. I could tell many stories of early sightings and personal desperation if anyone wants to read them but also I have continued to be shy about peeing into adulthood, and this must be rarer. It varies of course, for example if I am out with mates at a pub and have a few beers then I have no real problem saying 'gotta go and piss' or similar, but with strangers its a differant matter. With women and children I am in trouble, because I just can't bring myself to speak about my need, however urgent. It's daft really but I can't be the only one. Can I? This is obviously rooted in my childhood. I can write about it openly here but that's differant.
I live abroad now and there seems less of an interest in France and surrounding countries in peeing and it is not a taboo subject to the same extent. Roadside peeing is common for all, though it took me ages to do it myself. Now I am still reluctant but when really bursting I will do it and find a definate thrill in doing so. This brings me to another theory, that some of us are also exhibitionists, whether we realise it or not. The act of peeing being a very private matter normally leads to a certain excitement when peeing outdoors with people about and the risk of being seen makes it more so. For me anyway. This explains the pleasure some of you write about when deliberately getting into desperate situations in public with the risk factor at maximum, either of wetting or having to pee somewhere. Anyone agree?
I typical example of me being shy still is what happened to me a month ago. I give French lessons in the evenings to a couple of kids of friends, one after the other. John arrives first, he is 11 and we work for an hour. He calls in on his way home from school and I am normally waiting for him. On this occasion I arrived back from a long car journey at the same time and was badly in need of a pee. Not that I hadn't peed for ages but I had called in on a friend in the village and had 3 cans of beer with his family who were celebrating his birthday. My heart sank when I saw John but I planned to let him go early to give me a chance to pee before his sister arrived in an hours time. We worked away and I had to keep standing up and walking around the room. I was aching to pee now, the sort of desperation that builds up quickly and is more difficult to control. I noticed that John was fidgeting too which was not unusual - I guess he had not peed before leaving school - and soon he asked to go and pee. Off he went and this made my predicament even worse, knowing he was peeing and that I would have another 15 minutes to wait. When it was time for him to go there was a knock on the door. It was John's father and sister, Jessica, because it was raining he had come in the car to save them getting wet. So I was left with Jess, 14, for another hour. I was completly unable to concentrate now and just let her read to me as I walked around, wondering how long it would be before even I would say 'just popping to the loo' or something. But me,say that to a 14 y/o girl? No chance. My loo is of the room we were in so I couldn't pretend to be going somewhere else. I went to the kitchen to get her a coke and had the bright idea of having a quick pee in the sink. Unzipping rapidly I just got pointed over the sink when I heard Jess moving and had to zip up fast. I spurted into my pants before gaining control and hoped it wouldn't soak through and show. I gave her her drink and went back for one for me. Not to drink but just as an excuse to survey the damage. My red underpants were wet but my jeans were ok but I quickly stuffed my handkerchief down inside my pants to absorb any wetness and went back to Jess. From the way she looked at me I was sure she had noticed my problem - kids are very perceptive - although I tried to act relaxed. I sat dawn to give the impression of being OK but it was all I could do to talk normally as I strained to work my bladder muscles. My bladder was very swollen, like a big stone in my lower belly and even my penis was sort of burning with the pressure. We came to the point where I needed to get a dictionary and I got up, glad to be able to move. Standing was worse though and as I squatted down to get the book from the floor level shelf, the action of bending like that forced a long spurt of pee into my pants. It caught me by surprise, it rarely happens except in the worst of cases but I felt the warmth of it runn down my scrotum and when I stood I knew my pants were wet across my bottom. I had to sit again to hide it and crossed my legs and pressed my elbow to my crotch. This helped but Jess was now sure something was up and asked if I was OK. I was sweating and flustered but I said I had stomach ache, nothing serious, and this gave me an excuse to rub my belly to soothe the pain. Somehow I lasted another 30 minutes and Jess stood to go. Keeping my back to her I went to the door to let her out, but by this time I couldn't straighten up fully or walk normally. She kept chattering at the door and I felt mt bladder giving way bit by bit. My pants would never have soaked it up without the hankerchief. Finally shutting the door i hobbled to the bathroom, already feeling pee running dowm my leg, and just stood in the shower and let go. God it was wonderful, and actually wetting myself was a turn on despite the fierce ache in my bladder. This lasted for the next day too and I had to pee twice as often as normal - it hurt not to.
Well, I hope the ladies here liked that one, sorry chaps.
Only one other note to make and its a sighting, connected with my story, as the year before I gave lessons to a couple of girls in the next village after school and one evening I was waiting in their house for them and Sara the older of the two, at 15, came dashing into the house and dropping her books said a quick hello to me, and rushed upstairs, hand pressed firmly between her legs. Imagine my surprise when she came down and sprawled on the sofa, exposing pale blue panties with a definate wet patch at the crotch. At times like that it is not easy to look away but not wishing to be caught ogling a schoolgirl I forced myself to ignore the sight. She is one girl who is definately not shy about peeing. And at that age I guess she might not be too aware of the effect she was having. Still, I wish she had been older.
Thats long enough for one post, but I would like to heear any comments and to know if there's anyone as shy as me. Male or female.
Ciao, Victor
I see various attemps at explaning our interest and suppose there is no real answer but I agree that being shy of being seen to want to pee can highten awareness of the desperation of others, from an early age. And I also agree that it starts always very early, due to the frequent desperation of children and their normally unembarrased actions such as holding etc. I was shy so I know it affected me this way. I could tell many stories of early sightings and personal desperation if anyone wants to read them but also I have continued to be shy about peeing into adulthood, and this must be rarer. It varies of course, for example if I am out with mates at a pub and have a few beers then I have no real problem saying 'gotta go and piss' or similar, but with strangers its a differant matter. With women and children I am in trouble, because I just can't bring myself to speak about my need, however urgent. It's daft really but I can't be the only one. Can I? This is obviously rooted in my childhood. I can write about it openly here but that's differant.
I live abroad now and there seems less of an interest in France and surrounding countries in peeing and it is not a taboo subject to the same extent. Roadside peeing is common for all, though it took me ages to do it myself. Now I am still reluctant but when really bursting I will do it and find a definate thrill in doing so. This brings me to another theory, that some of us are also exhibitionists, whether we realise it or not. The act of peeing being a very private matter normally leads to a certain excitement when peeing outdoors with people about and the risk of being seen makes it more so. For me anyway. This explains the pleasure some of you write about when deliberately getting into desperate situations in public with the risk factor at maximum, either of wetting or having to pee somewhere. Anyone agree?
I typical example of me being shy still is what happened to me a month ago. I give French lessons in the evenings to a couple of kids of friends, one after the other. John arrives first, he is 11 and we work for an hour. He calls in on his way home from school and I am normally waiting for him. On this occasion I arrived back from a long car journey at the same time and was badly in need of a pee. Not that I hadn't peed for ages but I had called in on a friend in the village and had 3 cans of beer with his family who were celebrating his birthday. My heart sank when I saw John but I planned to let him go early to give me a chance to pee before his sister arrived in an hours time. We worked away and I had to keep standing up and walking around the room. I was aching to pee now, the sort of desperation that builds up quickly and is more difficult to control. I noticed that John was fidgeting too which was not unusual - I guess he had not peed before leaving school - and soon he asked to go and pee. Off he went and this made my predicament even worse, knowing he was peeing and that I would have another 15 minutes to wait. When it was time for him to go there was a knock on the door. It was John's father and sister, Jessica, because it was raining he had come in the car to save them getting wet. So I was left with Jess, 14, for another hour. I was completly unable to concentrate now and just let her read to me as I walked around, wondering how long it would be before even I would say 'just popping to the loo' or something. But me,say that to a 14 y/o girl? No chance. My loo is of the room we were in so I couldn't pretend to be going somewhere else. I went to the kitchen to get her a coke and had the bright idea of having a quick pee in the sink. Unzipping rapidly I just got pointed over the sink when I heard Jess moving and had to zip up fast. I spurted into my pants before gaining control and hoped it wouldn't soak through and show. I gave her her drink and went back for one for me. Not to drink but just as an excuse to survey the damage. My red underpants were wet but my jeans were ok but I quickly stuffed my handkerchief down inside my pants to absorb any wetness and went back to Jess. From the way she looked at me I was sure she had noticed my problem - kids are very perceptive - although I tried to act relaxed. I sat dawn to give the impression of being OK but it was all I could do to talk normally as I strained to work my bladder muscles. My bladder was very swollen, like a big stone in my lower belly and even my penis was sort of burning with the pressure. We came to the point where I needed to get a dictionary and I got up, glad to be able to move. Standing was worse though and as I squatted down to get the book from the floor level shelf, the action of bending like that forced a long spurt of pee into my pants. It caught me by surprise, it rarely happens except in the worst of cases but I felt the warmth of it runn down my scrotum and when I stood I knew my pants were wet across my bottom. I had to sit again to hide it and crossed my legs and pressed my elbow to my crotch. This helped but Jess was now sure something was up and asked if I was OK. I was sweating and flustered but I said I had stomach ache, nothing serious, and this gave me an excuse to rub my belly to soothe the pain. Somehow I lasted another 30 minutes and Jess stood to go. Keeping my back to her I went to the door to let her out, but by this time I couldn't straighten up fully or walk normally. She kept chattering at the door and I felt mt bladder giving way bit by bit. My pants would never have soaked it up without the hankerchief. Finally shutting the door i hobbled to the bathroom, already feeling pee running dowm my leg, and just stood in the shower and let go. God it was wonderful, and actually wetting myself was a turn on despite the fierce ache in my bladder. This lasted for the next day too and I had to pee twice as often as normal - it hurt not to.
Well, I hope the ladies here liked that one, sorry chaps.
Only one other note to make and its a sighting, connected with my story, as the year before I gave lessons to a couple of girls in the next village after school and one evening I was waiting in their house for them and Sara the older of the two, at 15, came dashing into the house and dropping her books said a quick hello to me, and rushed upstairs, hand pressed firmly between her legs. Imagine my surprise when she came down and sprawled on the sofa, exposing pale blue panties with a definate wet patch at the crotch. At times like that it is not easy to look away but not wishing to be caught ogling a schoolgirl I forced myself to ignore the sight. She is one girl who is definately not shy about peeing. And at that age I guess she might not be too aware of the effect she was having. Still, I wish she had been older.
Thats long enough for one post, but I would like to heear any comments and to know if there's anyone as shy as me. Male or female.
Ciao, Victor