Anonymous
Sun, 28 Oct 01, 6:02 AM
Hi Jeff and hi all,
Feel obliged to provide some further details about the impromptu desperation session I finally arranged for Friday afternoon.
Let me say first that your instructions really worked wonders for me, Jeff.
So it started out at lunch time when I had the first, (but turned out to be the last) craved for, pee break of the day. Then I proceeded eating up my brunch, and returned quickly to my computer, as I had an important legal memory to finish off ( for those who have never happened to read a post of mine, I’m a lawyer).
As I work in two cities, I usually travel back and forth every week, either by train or by plane. This time around I had the latter option, my flight being scheduled at 9 o’clock pm.
By 5 o’clock I felt a mild urge to pee again, but as I was concentrated on my writing I did not give it much thought and kept on working.
By 6 o’clock I had almost finished and decided to take a short break, checked again my emails and paid also a quick visit just in time to read Jeff’s precious instructions, just in case I wanted to arrange an extra bursting session. By this time the liquids I had taken would start to make me feel their presence but the visit to the forum plus Jeff instruction put me in a sort of retentive mood.
Let your bladder fill up slowly and naturally for some hours, then, when you feel it is full enough, hit it hard with extra liquids.
So I just thought, what the hell, why don’t I give it a try now? Done, I went to the kitchen and two cups of tea, later I worked a glass of coke and one of water.
Having reached the airport at about 8 o’clock, my need had decidedly built up, but at the same time I felt please to be still in full control. I checked in and were told that the flight would be delayed of approx 30 minutes. I immediately called my husband to tell him to pick me up on arrival some later, and decided to have a quick snack and some more fluids, as that was the important thing of course. My bladder had got very hard at touch but I felt absolutely safe, not least because suppose the pressure built up to an unbearable level, well, I still had an opportunity to use the airport facilities. Needless to say, my real intent was that of not doing so, trying to survive the (delayed) flight instead, as that was of course the challenge.
Having reached the boarding area, the peeing option just vanished, ‘cause I accidentally met a famous criminologist, precisely the guy who not only had been my (very estimated) professor of criminal law at university, but also the same excellent lawyer I had admired in court just one week before. Obviously I felt obliged to greet him and, having recognised me, he started talking on, on and on…well, by now I’m sure you realise that not just excusing myself (let alone crutch-grabbing, leg-crossing, squirming and whatever else the frequenters of this board are all too familiar with) but even subtle fidgeting was simply out of the question.
What a mess! Now, I had to rely exclusively on my bladder muscles which luckily were doing a pretty good job, particularly if you consider that more than a wave of desperation had already been upon me.
Anyway, I managed to survive the flight, having to piss something awful, but still in absolutely full control.
On leaving the craft, I was tempted to try to make it home ( I can be very stubborn at times!) but eventually decided that enough was just enough.
Besides, straining the bladder even more looked rather unsensible to me, nor least because I had already planned something else for Sunday morning.
So what to do? I walked slowly towards the Ladies’ rooms and once inside…almost went to heaven relieving myself!!!
So for Sunday morning, when usually my husband is as desperate for sex as he is for a pee, I had just envisioned to go for a quite long hold myself (at least 12 hours, plus forcing liquids inside me in the early morning hours) and then coax him into having full bladder sex as well. I normally do not ask him for that, as I noticed that, on many occasion he tried, he just experienced what doctors call retrograde orgasm, and ended up ejaculating , very painfully, in his full bladder. But just in case he felt like trying again…
Anyway the plan contemplated that I hopped on top of him while were still sleeping, as I know that he, like many other men, usually wakes up in a rather gorgeous condition. I mean, the plan itself was feasible. The only problem was that by seven o’clock he woke up groaning in pain, and as we started cooing he just excused himself, saying that he had to pee like a racehorse, and rushed to the toilet before I could say Jack Robinson. What a shame!
Anyway, I competed my holding session (16 hours without too much trying, though holding during intercourse I’m afraid wouldn’t have been easy). But in the coming days, I’ll try again, that’s for sure.
Hope you enjoy, lots of love, Andromeda
Feel obliged to provide some further details about the impromptu desperation session I finally arranged for Friday afternoon.
Let me say first that your instructions really worked wonders for me, Jeff.
So it started out at lunch time when I had the first, (but turned out to be the last) craved for, pee break of the day. Then I proceeded eating up my brunch, and returned quickly to my computer, as I had an important legal memory to finish off ( for those who have never happened to read a post of mine, I’m a lawyer).
As I work in two cities, I usually travel back and forth every week, either by train or by plane. This time around I had the latter option, my flight being scheduled at 9 o’clock pm.
By 5 o’clock I felt a mild urge to pee again, but as I was concentrated on my writing I did not give it much thought and kept on working.
By 6 o’clock I had almost finished and decided to take a short break, checked again my emails and paid also a quick visit just in time to read Jeff’s precious instructions, just in case I wanted to arrange an extra bursting session. By this time the liquids I had taken would start to make me feel their presence but the visit to the forum plus Jeff instruction put me in a sort of retentive mood.
Let your bladder fill up slowly and naturally for some hours, then, when you feel it is full enough, hit it hard with extra liquids.
So I just thought, what the hell, why don’t I give it a try now? Done, I went to the kitchen and two cups of tea, later I worked a glass of coke and one of water.
Having reached the airport at about 8 o’clock, my need had decidedly built up, but at the same time I felt please to be still in full control. I checked in and were told that the flight would be delayed of approx 30 minutes. I immediately called my husband to tell him to pick me up on arrival some later, and decided to have a quick snack and some more fluids, as that was the important thing of course. My bladder had got very hard at touch but I felt absolutely safe, not least because suppose the pressure built up to an unbearable level, well, I still had an opportunity to use the airport facilities. Needless to say, my real intent was that of not doing so, trying to survive the (delayed) flight instead, as that was of course the challenge.
Having reached the boarding area, the peeing option just vanished, ‘cause I accidentally met a famous criminologist, precisely the guy who not only had been my (very estimated) professor of criminal law at university, but also the same excellent lawyer I had admired in court just one week before. Obviously I felt obliged to greet him and, having recognised me, he started talking on, on and on…well, by now I’m sure you realise that not just excusing myself (let alone crutch-grabbing, leg-crossing, squirming and whatever else the frequenters of this board are all too familiar with) but even subtle fidgeting was simply out of the question.
What a mess! Now, I had to rely exclusively on my bladder muscles which luckily were doing a pretty good job, particularly if you consider that more than a wave of desperation had already been upon me.
Anyway, I managed to survive the flight, having to piss something awful, but still in absolutely full control.
On leaving the craft, I was tempted to try to make it home ( I can be very stubborn at times!) but eventually decided that enough was just enough.
Besides, straining the bladder even more looked rather unsensible to me, nor least because I had already planned something else for Sunday morning.
So what to do? I walked slowly towards the Ladies’ rooms and once inside…almost went to heaven relieving myself!!!
So for Sunday morning, when usually my husband is as desperate for sex as he is for a pee, I had just envisioned to go for a quite long hold myself (at least 12 hours, plus forcing liquids inside me in the early morning hours) and then coax him into having full bladder sex as well. I normally do not ask him for that, as I noticed that, on many occasion he tried, he just experienced what doctors call retrograde orgasm, and ended up ejaculating , very painfully, in his full bladder. But just in case he felt like trying again…
Anyway the plan contemplated that I hopped on top of him while were still sleeping, as I know that he, like many other men, usually wakes up in a rather gorgeous condition. I mean, the plan itself was feasible. The only problem was that by seven o’clock he woke up groaning in pain, and as we started cooing he just excused himself, saying that he had to pee like a racehorse, and rushed to the toilet before I could say Jack Robinson. What a shame!
Anyway, I competed my holding session (16 hours without too much trying, though holding during intercourse I’m afraid wouldn’t have been easy). But in the coming days, I’ll try again, that’s for sure.
Hope you enjoy, lots of love, Andromeda