Similar situation - my three female friends and I were caught short after the pubs closed, so found a nice dark alleyway...

There wasn’t any opportunity for stopping to sit on the ground for although it was high summer and warm it had rained earlier so everywhere outdoors was soaking wet, and in any case kids of our age didn’t shag. So very soon we found ourselves almost at her house. I walked her down the garden path to the huge, dark porch that covered the front door. As soon as we got there Pamela turned towards me and we immediately started kissing – for me, quite passionately. As we broke for air, Pamela whispered that although her parents seemed to have gone to bed she did not think she should invite me in as she had to go to work the next day – to a job she had only just started. If I tell you it wasn't... I really had to pee, that's for certain, but I could easily have waited until I was in the water."

Memes

I was brought up in a village in Hertfordshire in the 1950s and 60s. I lived with my mother and sister, my dad having taken off to find some excitement when I was quite small. My sister Sally was about a year older than me. Sally tended to look down on me, both because of her age and the fact that I was a mere male! Mum, while she was very kind, was very Victorian in her outlook. She tended to regard any discussing of sexual matters, almost anything below the belt, as rather dirty, and never tried to give me even the slightest hint about puberty or the ‘Facts of Life’!

She said she's trolled on a daily basis by haters but that more and more women are seeing her as an inspiration. "I've had messages from women saying I have given them confidence to go out and buy adult nappies and wear them. I never thought I'd be able to do this for myself and for other people. Angie’s face was a picture. For a minute I thought she was going to turn round and belt Tania but then she just grinned a bit weakly. After all, she knew what Tania was like and she HAD been told it was going to be a ‘wet and messy’ evening!In school I remember being nearly to the end of my class when I asked if I could go to the toilet because I couldn't hold it and they said no. I ended up having a full-blown accident which was noticeable to the whole of the class," she said. Oh, just leave the boring old details to me. You know I’m always pretty creative when it comes to stuff like that.” Right, your turn now, Tania,” I said, covered in soup myself but dead sure I wasn’t going to let her get off scot free.

It was then that she started delving into modelling and sex work. "I realised that wetting yourself is actually quite a big niche in that world and I realised that this thing I was ashamed of could be turned into my own business. It was just an idea and I really didn't expect it to take off like it has." The 29-year-old, who lives in Camborne, spent years ashamed and hiding her condition from everyone she knew. Often wetting herself in class at school, and hiding her washing from her parents, she didn't know she was suffering from kidney disease and never sought help. If I wasn't doing this I would just be claiming off the system and there's a lot of trolls in that of itself with people who diss people who claim benefits. I'm now actually able to be independent and pay my own way and my children can have things they wouldn't have had before. Cos I was so pissed I wasnt too steady on my feet and ended up toppling about and weeing on my shoes. Unfortunately, they were suede. For some reason (probably the fact I'd been in a place with a free bar for 8 hours) I found this very, very upsetting and ended up walking home, barefoot, crying my eyes out. As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around.The weaker your pelvic floor the greater your risk of incontinence and the worse your sex life is likely to be. Candie's illness is an incurable one and while she can take various treatments to help, there is no fix. Eventually her remaining kidney will fail and she will need to have a transplant and will then need to take tablets for the rest of her life. After three school changes, the bullying became so bad that she would skip out on classes and started getting bad grades despite being predicted to achieve highly. At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was. Oh, Donna, you’re no fun sometimes!” she protested. “You know how my evenings are always a lot of fun. Help me out, will you?”

OK, girls,” said Tania, “only one thing left for it. Let’s get changed out of our wet and messy gear and get naked!”

how refreshing that a woman is not afraid to discuss bladder weakness, moustaches etc. she will make the rest of us less vulnerable and normal. GO JOSIE!!! After we’d all been thoroughly slimed, Tania, through her face stained with pie, custard, soup and spaghetti, told us it was time for the final event. Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin and my heart stopped as the bedroom door opened, and there in the doorway staring at me, was my mother, with my sister Sally peering right behind her! I looked at her. I couldn't believe what I heard! A twelve year old girl, who used to pee herself for fun? It wasn't normal... But then again, she looked so content, when she wetted herself. She really seemed to enjoy it. And a voice inside me said, that it couldn't hurt to try. Just this once... There was no one in the neighbourhood. Hesitatingly I parted my legs. And to my big surprise I began to pee at once! Oh, shit! I was ten years old and peeing in my panties! It was so warm and wet, when it first gathered around my crotch and then forced the fabric and streamed down to the sand between my feet. And Camille was right, it felt so nice! Some of my pee ran down my legs and that felt also nice! I for sure needed to pee, I went on as long as Camille did before.