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It’s my day off today… the sort of day when John is at work. Just the time I get to play hold-it….
I woke up in bed at around 8am. I was wearing a yellow-coloured nightdress. As usual, I’m bursting to pee, but I don’t get out to head for the toilet.
I press a hand between my legs and flex my bladder muscles in order to prevent any pee from flowing. I get to the verge a few times, but I try to control myself.
A while later, I finally get up to walk to the kitchen and make myself a large mug of coffee, which I quickly consume. I do all the things most people do, like pick up the post, and check what needs to be done around the home, but I refuse to go to the toilet.
I then have my shower and get dressed, changing into a white top and blue jeans. I then get a glass of orange juice and drink it quickly. I then sat down to watch television, and began holding myself. I wriggle and squirm, cross my legs, and squeeze my thighs tightly together.
Later, I’m in desperate trouble. The pee will come out at any moment, but I don’t want to let go yet. I get both excited and nervous at the thought of having a deliberate, hold-it wetting.
Suddenly, the phone rings. I answer it and discover that it’s one of my work friends. I talk to her despite the growing pressure in my bladder. About an hour later, I finally get to put the phone down and to return to my sofa to watch television.
Suddenly, I felt a small of pee flow into my knickers. I gasped, trying to hold myself tighter, but more starts to flow into my jeans. I then rush to the toilet, where I climb over the sink and then start to pee in my jeans without taking them off. What a relief as I felt the warm pee soaks my bum and flows into the sink. I then rub myself through my wet jeans for a while and savouring the moment.