The latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
One day last week, I decided to deliberately let myself avoid going to the toilet. I was to hold it in all day until I got home from work.
I woke up from my slumber and had a big yawn. I didn’t want to get out of bed yet, so I stayed in for a while… and I felt that familiar twinge in my bladder.
I felt being turned on, so I reached down to my pussy and started to masturbate. I gave myself a good going over. After I came, I had to rush to the toilet and let go my pee. It gushed out of me like a waterfall. I felt great after that.
I wanted to go out that day, so I had my shower and changed into a crisp white blouse, a light brown skirt and underneath I had a combined navy blue bra and knickers. I combed my hair and then admired myself looking at the mirror.
“I look good,” I thought, and made my way to the front door. I also brought a large bottle of mineral water with me… I was in the mood to get myself desperate again.
I walked to the nearest bus stop to wait for a bus to take me to the town centre. While I was waiting, I decided to drink a few gulps of the mineral water, just to get myself in the mood. Within half an hour, I got the bus to the town centre.
When I got there, I casually walked down the high street to do some window shopping. After a while, that familiar feeling came back, but it was only slight, so I ignored it. I satisfied my thirst by drinking more of my mineral water.
I went into this lovely florist shop. I was in the mood to buy some flowers for John, but he’s never often in the flat. Later, I went to McDonald’s, where I had a Big Mac Meal… I enjoyed that. Soon. I felt myself getting desperate. As I walked out of McDonald’s, I clenched my legs together a little. There were a few people who looked at me strangely, but I didn’t care, as I needed to concentrate on more important matters.
I walked past this department store and looked at this bridal gown in the window. I loved it so much, so I went inside to look at the wedding display. Would I wonder whether I ever marry John? Fat chance.
By now, I was really bursting to go. Even though I saw a public toilet nearby, I felt I just had to hang on. I tried to take my mind off my desperation by looking at some of the other goods in the store.
I soon wanted to go home, so I struggled to get to get to the town’s main bus station and waited. It wasn’t long before I crossed and squeezed my legs, and began to discreetly fidget. After about half an hour, I was still waiting for the bus I wanted, and the cold wind blew up my legs a little. Serves me right for not wearing anything warm underneath. Other people were wearing coats and here I was wearing a light jacket over my white blouse and brown skirt, and I was dying to pee badly.
After around fifteen agonising minutes, the bus finally arrived, and there was a crowd of people wanting to get on. It took around five minutes to fill the whole bus, and as a result, I couldn’t find a seat to sit on. I was so desperate and wanted to hold myself badly, but I couldn’t. On its journey, the bus had gone to every stop to let people on and off, and for me, it was taking longer than normal.
I finally got back to my flat around 45 minutes later and I started to grab myself, desperately trying to hold back my pee. I rushed to the bathroom to find that the door was locked. I banged on it furiously.
“Only me!” John said. “I’m having a bath!”
Oh, no! Just what I needed. Knowing him, it’ll be ages before he comes out. I rushed to the kitchen, and looked at the sink. I had a sudden rush of blood. i pulled up my skirt, leapt over the sink, pulled down my knickers and crouched over, then I let out my huge held-in pee. It lasted for about a minute, and it was a relief to let it all out.
Moments later, John had suddenly come out of the bathroom.
“What was that noise?” he asked.
“I-I was just washing my hands,” I lied.