Poseidon
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Bladder Strain on the Train
By: Poseidon (31 Jul 2014, Thursday)
Some weeks ago work took me to a meeting in London from which I had to go on to a day conference in Brighton. As per company policy travel was by rail, normally a reasonably pleasant affair as the main line trains although crowded are quite comfortable. I had expected to return from Brighton via London, the reverse of my outward journey but found that the cheapskates in the office had booked me on the slow, all stations coastal route back to Fareham. I had never used this service so had no idea what awaited me. If I had I may have arranged things differently.The conference did not finish till late in the afternoon and I had to dash for the station to get my booked train, not even having time to use the loo…
Read →Agony & Ecstasy
By: Poseidon (28 Feb 2014, Friday)
It all began last summer, after a nightmare journey home from work one Friday evening. I had left work in a rush, not bothering to use the loo, although I needed to, as my journey is usually less than 30 minutes. But not tonight! A lorry fire on the motorway caused a huge traffic jam and my short journey took well over two hours. Not having peed earlier I found myself becoming increasingly desperate as time went on. How I held it I still don't know as several times I thought I was going to wet myself in the car but somehow managed to hold it; but by the time I reached home I was in agony. As I hobbled from the car to my front door I was almost doubled up with pain but somehow made it indoors and upstairs to…
Read →Disaster & Discovery
By: Poseidon (28 Feb 2014, Friday)
Bladder problems! Not something that I'd ever experienced and something to joke about with friends – who do sometimes admit to embarrassing leaks when laughing or coughing or in a couple of cases not quite making it home from the pub in time! I always found these confessions rather amusing as I did the Tena adverts on TV – I could not believe that all these people wet themselves or needed 'protection' to keep their knickers dry. That someone might enjoy wetting their pants or even their bed was unbelievable. But then it happened – totally unexpected, very embarrassing (at the time) but ultimately amazing.Perhaps some background is in order. I'm Rachel, and no spring chicken being in my late 40's though I've…
Read →Going and Coming
By: Poseidon (31 Jul 2013, Wednesday)
Part 1 Something very strange happened to me a couple of months back that I'm still trying to make sense of. It's said that sexual response changes as we age so maybe that's it ' all I know is that I'm still trying to work it out. Here's what happened. I had met up with an old friend for a Friday evening drink after work ' well she was drinking wine, I was driving so was on fizzy water but still had several glasses. Despite the water I didn't feel any need to pee before we left and nor did Jane so neither of us visited the ladies. The drive to Jane's house and then home normally takes about half an hour so I had no real concerns about being caught short. As she was getting into the car Jane muttered that she…
Read →Going at the Match
By: Poseidon (31 May 2013, Friday)
This happened several years ago now when I was going out with lad who was a real football fanatic. Fortunately I enjoy the game as well, especially as most Saturday afternoons found us in the stands at our local ground. Nothing exciting – only second division, and not just the team. The facilities at the ground were limited and basic with few toilets for either sex. Those that were provided were scruffy, dirty and best avoided unless absolutely desperate.Of course, having had a jar or two in the pub before the match, sitting or standing in the cold were a simple recipe for desperation. Many times I found that I had to push through the crowd at half–time and again before we left, often queuing for a while in…
Read →Late Developer
By: Poseidon (30 Apr 2013, Tuesday)
At the ripe age of 52 I thought I knew myself sexually yet, I recently discovered a new facet, totally unexpected and very much by accident. The accident in question being in my knickers, down my legs and in a spreading puddle on the bathroom floor! I wet myself! I'm still not sure why it happened. I can usually hold on quite well when desperate, though as with many women my age Tena Lady are essential wear when I have a bad cough, as having had three children does rather weaken ones pelvic floor.Anyway, I had utterly and completely wet my knickers, tights, control pants (which I wear over my tights), skirt, everything, something that I had rarely done before in my adult life other than a few occasions when…
Read →A Deliberate Accident
By: Poseidon (28 Feb 2013, Thursday)
Let me begin by saying that I don't make a habit of wetting myself, certainly not deliberately as I did last Sunday. Like most women I've had the occasional major accident (and since having children plenty of experience of those embarrassing little leaks Tena lady can be a saviour at times!). However, apart from a couple of drunken accidents at University when I wet myself on the way back to halls anything more than damp knickers has been rare, though not unheard of, as I have occasionally left it rather late and wet my knickers sat on the loo when I couldn't get them down in time.However, back to last Sunday. My husband and I had gone to the local pub for a snack and drink prior to going for a walk on the…
Read →Laura's Story
By: Poseidon (30 Nov 2012, Friday)
It all began one warm summers day during the college vacation, when my parents were away and I had the house to myself. One fine Saturday I relaxed on a plastic sun lounger on our very secluded patio with a rather raunchy book. It was hot, and to slake my thirst I had been drinking large quantities of mineral water. The sexy goings on in the book made me quite randy and I frequently rubbed myself between my legs, knowing that I would make myself come eventually but enjoying the long slow build–up.After a while I realised that my bladder was filling but was simply too comfortable, and too lazy, to get up and use the toilet. Before long I was getting quite desperate, rubbing and holding myself to avoid an…
Read →Accidental Discovery
By: Poseidon (31 Oct 2012, Wednesday)
Maureen glanced up from her computer, suddenly becoming aware that the office was strangely quiet. Looking back to her screen she found that the clock showed a quarter to seven, she was alone and security would soon be round to lock up. Still, at least she had completed this horribly complex report. Saving it, she clicked on print and leaned back in her chair.As she relaxed her concentration she noticed something else – she was bursting for a wee. Thinking back she realised she hadn't been to the loo since lunch time and, while concentrating so hard on the report had managed to suppress the increasing pain in her bladder. She often did this, in fact she was renowned for it, always seemingly able to hold on…
Read →My Friend Sue
By: Poseidon (30 Sep 2012, Sunday)
I should really blame my friend Sue for my crazy turn–on. If it was not for her I would still keep my knickers dry and would never have even considered wearing a nappy and incontinence pants, let alone wetting them in public. Sue and I met up at college and in our second year decided to share a tiny flat together, kitchen, bathroom, small sitting room and a bedroom with two single beds. I noticed that Sue always kept an old trunk in the bedroom securely locked but never bothered to ask her what was in it. One night we stayed in and drank rather too much wine. We began discussing holiday journeys and the horrors of coach travel. We both decided that the worst thing about coaches, apart from being cramped was…
Read →Cider Legs
By: Poseidon (31 Aug 2012, Friday)
(Fiction with a basis in actual events) Note: This story contains Female Desperation & Wetting, and Masturbation. I first discovered the pleasurable aspects of wetting my knickers while at university. It all began when I became friendly with a group of girls in the folk music club and began to frequent the various pubs in the area. For some reason cider was our preferred drink, being cheap and strong – despite its well known diuretic properties.When I first joined the group I was amused by the frequent references to ending up with "cider legs" if one of us drank too much. I assumed this to mean drunk, but was to find out otherwise, though our frequent visits to the ladies loo and the fact that I knew that…
Read →Concert Washout - a Story
By: Poseidon (30 Jun 2012, Saturday)
Note: This story contains Female Desperation, and Accidental & Deliberate Wetting. A recent forum post asked about early experiences so perhaps I should tell about mine. I never had any problems when I was younger; as far as I can remember I never wet my knickers or my bed until my late teens, although I can recall several incidents involving friends. In most cases they wet themselves laughing, probably the main cause of accidents for teenage girls. In my case I was a poised and confident student of 19 when I first experienced the thrill and embarassment of weeing myself, though as two of my friends also soaked their pants at the same time we had a good laugh about it. The three of us had gone to an open air…
Read →Stressed Out
By: Poseidon (30 Jun 2012, Saturday)
(Fiction based on actual events) Note: This story contains Female Desperation & Wetting, Bed Wetting, and & Masturbation. Work has been hell recently. I have really been under pressure to complete a major project to get some complex documentation complete and the whole thing has been dogged by problems. As a result I have had sleepless nights and have felt really stressed out, the eventual result of which proved rather embarassing. At the end of a particularly bad week my friends persuaded me to go out for a drink on Friday night. I arrived home more relaxed and rather drunk, though not excessively so, took a quick shower and tumbled into bed. Around 6.30, half asleep and confused, I realized something was…
Read →Wet En-Route
By: Poseidon (31 May 2012, Thursday)
In theory it ought to be almost impossible to wet your knickers while travelling with a caravan, after all, you are towing a toilet with you! Of course, on a motorway journey there are few problems as there are plenty of service stations to stop at, though traffic jams can be almost as difficult as when traveling solo. It's the smaller cross–country roads that cause the problems. Although there are pull–ins on A–roads these are often full of commercial vehicles, with no room for a car and caravan, while on many B–roads places to stop can be very few and far between. Not useful for someone with a rather weak and irritable bladder.On long trips there have been many times when I have been absolutely desperate…
Read →Gina's Accidents
By: Poseidon (30 Apr 2012, Monday)
I am nearly 40 now but over the years I have had many little, and sometimes not so little accidents in my knickers. Most women do in my experience, though few are keen to admit it! We all find, both as teenagers, and as we get older that laughing or coughing with a full bladder causes little leaks and damp knickers, as can waiting to long for the loo when desperate, especially if you have had children. In fact I think it must be more common to leak when bursting than it is to lose control completely. If I have to hang on for long time I often find my pants are damp and sometimes quite wet when I finally get to the loo, though rarely do I notice the leaks as they happen! Which reminds me of the time that I wet…
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