I’m going to be completely honest with you guys, this story in and of itself isn’t all that interesting. I apologize in advance for such a disappointing tale, but I assume that it’s better than nothing. Thanks for reading, anyway!

So, not so very long ago I was preparing for some quality time for me and my favorite v******* to the tune of some o******* content on this site (as one does). I prefer to do this in the bathtub (because reasons) and with a full-ish bladder. This not only helps me empathize with the content, but also stimulates me more than m*********** with an empty bladder because of female biology.

As I was running the bath, I stripped down, squirming a bit as I did. Apparently, I was fuller than I had originally thought. Surely this is okay. It’s just a bigger, fuller bladder to press into my c*******. Or so I had thought.

I kneeled down to OCD at the towel that I had set out on the ground. As I fiddled with the towel the sound of running water struck me with a very strong urge to relive my bladder of it’s burden. This would have been all well and good had I 1) not been on my knees and 2) not been stark naked. My natural response to the sudden desperation was to lurch forward, pressing my bladder into my knees. This forced a surprisingly small spurt of urine out of my bladder and onto my bathmat.

It was so surreal that I originally thought that I had imagined the feeling (and the sound!). But, no. When I stood up there was indeed a wet spot on my blue bathmat about the size of a stretched out quarter or two. Slightly embarrassed and very confused at what would normally be a steel trap of a bladder, I went on into the bath to attend to myself.

For the record, I tend to relieve myself as the bathwater is draining and I always follow up with a shower because the goal tends to be, believe it or not, to actually clean myself.

I can’t believe that you made it this far. Thanks again for being so kind 😘