Another entry in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I had a blazing row with John after the wetting incident and we haven’t been speaking to each other since then. Mike and Katie were concerned that the holiday will end in disaster.
I knew that I wanted to wet myself that day and I wondered how he would react. I always wanted to tell him about my secret wet passion, but he doesn’t want to know. I love him dearly, but if our row will lead to our relationship becoming frostier in the future, then I’ll have to break up with him.
Today, the others had a day out while I stayed indoors in the apartment. I got up from bed to have some breakfast. What I had was some cereal (they have weird names for cereals over there), a couple slices of toast, and a large glass of orange juice…. that tasted good. I then went to settle down on the sofa to watch television. the best thing about this is I get to see episodes of my favourite shows long before they get shown back home. I was watching an episode of the Oprah Winfrey Show when I got that familiar twinge in my bladder. I decided at that point to play hold-it. I knew I shouldn’t, not in our friends’ place. but I then got up to get more orange juice from the fridge and drank it. After a couple of hours, I was fidgeting. I crossed my legs and squeezed them together… that felt good.
I kept using the TV’s remote control…. so many channels, it’s amazing! I switched onto this station called NY1, which is New York’s cable news channel…. we don’t have anything like this back home.
A while later I began to get more desperate, bending over on the sofa and trying to keep my pee in. I put both my hands inbetween my legs for sheer comfort. I then switched onto a classic movie channel, which screened one of my favourites- The Wizard of Oz.
It soon got to the point where I would have to decide whether to go to the toilet to pee or hold it and wet myself. Suddenly, I felt a little pee spurt into my knickers… I grabbed myself and crossed my legs even tighter, but it was no good as the pee slowly started to seep into my knickers. I then rushed to the toilet, pulled my pants down and peed on the bowl. I was relieved to do it here as I was not prepared to do it on the floor. I didn’t want John and my friends to see me wetting myself in the apartment.