I hold my wee
When I started high school, the toilets were gross. They were old. Yellow pedestals with black seats. They stank. So I would do everything to avoid going at school. I would hold it. By the end of the day I was usually bursting. I would debate in my own mind if I could make it home. As I got older I began to get aroused by holding it and so kept doing it. Right through high school and into college. I guess for a long time I just got into the habit of holding it. Then children and life got ho hum and I started doing it again. I found even thinking about it turns me on. guilty feeling here because my husband just isn't doing it for me right now.