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Embarrassing Moments
We've all had them - those truly hateful embarrassing moments, caught with your finger up your nose, or snooping through a medicine cabinet, sneezing snot all over a fellow passenger, or realizing you forgot to set the parking brake after your car rolls into a gully, or needing to wrap your jacket around your waist when your period unexpectedly started when you were wearing white pants.

This section of is here just to chronicle those most embarrassing moments. Let the whole world know your bad habits, and when you got caught committing them.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    One day before school,I decided to eat a full breakfast.I usually didnt eat breakfast,it made my cramps even worse.but I was hungry.I got up an hour earlier to cook.I had a big glass of cool orange juice,a steaming cheese and pepper omelet and several hot brown sausages.I felt great as I jogged to high school in my hot pink tube,and cute ass pedal pushers.
    during first period ,I noticed some suvier cramps.The kind that make you haunch over,and hold your stomach.I forgot to use the toilet that morning because I was cooking,so it was obvious what I had to stomach cramps were so horrible by 4th period,I thought I would stomach got tight and achey and my butt was sore.It was impossible to sit through spanish,without tilting,shaking and bending.lunch was the next period,so maybe I would get the nerve to use the toilet.
    when the bell rang,I ran to the second floor girls bathroom,almost forgetting,that was where Matilae and her senior clique hang out during 5th period.When I was situated in a stall I heard them coming in,talking,gossiping.I was already sitting on the seat,when I got the worst cramp.I was sure they could hear my stomach rumbling because they stopped talking.they knew I was there.I was so scared and embarrassed.maybe I could wait them out.all of a sudden,I got the was the loudest thing ever.they snickered.I was was even worse when I had to leave for 6th period when the bell rang.they all saw who every one knows that I got the runs .

    #2495 — Comments (1) — Aug 22, 2002 at 11:46 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    In the second grade I had an "accident" when I waited too long to ask to go to the bathroom. I wet my pants, and the girl next to me saw they were wet, and told the teacher. I was real embarassed, and the teacher then told me that I had to go to the nurse for some dry clothes, and the class started snickering. The nurse wasn't too sympathetic either, and told me that I should know better than to pee all over myself like a baby, and do I need a diaper? I started to cry, then she was OK and got me some dry clothes. I made sure never to wet myself again.

    #2493 — Comments (0) — Aug 22, 2002 at 10:59 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was at sleepaway camp when this happened.
    I was backstage,because it was the night of our big camp talent show.Me and 3 other friends were going to do a dance/gymnastics routine.I had to pee unbearably because I never got a chance to pee in the cabin.Our act was 2 away and I couldnt stand up straight.I was pretty sure I was wearing a pad,so I gave a few short jets of pee,into my panties.That only made my need to pee worse,because now I knew how wonderful it felt.Our act was next,and I was in a corner,jamming my hand into my panties,trying to hold my pussy lips closed.It got even harder,because they began to get wet from pee,making the pussy lips slip out of my fingers.It was our turn,and I was just hardly able to walk.we got on stage and I stood haunched over,then the girls gave me a signal.I had to do a cartwheel over them,they were in bridges on the floor of the stage.I took a deep breath and started the cartwheel.when I was in mid air I had to spread my legs.I managed to hold it in until I hit the floor,my legs still spread.It started with a few short hard splurts,but I couldnt stop.The splurts of pee got longer and harder,until my pussy gave up completely and golden pee came gushing out of the crotch of my uniform white capris,on to the floor.Flowing and splattering like a huge waterfall,on all of the disgusted kids in the front few rows.I was so embarrassed and had to sit in those smelly wet pants for the rest of the night,the girls in my cabin hated me because I made them lose,the whole camp hated me because I was the "pee"girl,and to make it all worse,I had to mop the stage afterwards.ICK

    #2487 — Comments (5) — Aug 21, 2002 at 12:36 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Lately I've been staying up late and so I have two cups of coffee every morning and then go for my daily pee around 10:00 when I have a free period. Sometimes I have trouble waiting that long, but I can't leave a class to use the bathroom and so that's my only option.

    Last Wednesday happened to be one of those days which I wasn't having the easiest of times waiting. By 9:30 I was almost bursting and still had half an hour to go! I crossed my legs tightly and stuck my hand in my crotch, fairly certain I could hold on.

    After what felt like an eternity the bell finally rang. I leaped up and ran to the bathroom. I turned the knob and the door was locked! A tiny spurt of pee shot out into my panties just out of the shock of the locked door. Fortunately it didn't go through my pants so no one would notice. I looked up at the door and noticed a sign on the door said:


    Port-a -potties are on their way to the school and should arrive by 1:00 this afternoon."

    I flipped out!! How was I going to wait another 3 hours? I almost began to cry. I didn't know what to do. 1:00 was also a problem time for me since I had a class then, which didn't get out until 1:45. I said to myself, "Ok. You can do this. Just concentrate!" The rest of that period was torture! I sat in the back of the lunchroom with my legs tightly crossed and my hand jammed in my crotch.

    When the bell finally rang I hobbled over to my math class. I sat with my legs crossed as tightly as possible for the entire period. I noticed a few of the other girls also had their legs crossed perhaps also in desperate need of a bathroom. When the bell rang I could hardly get up. I finally managed to stand up straight, well slightly bent over anyway.

    The following period I had gym. In the girls' locker room when everyone was changing I noticed I wasn't the only girl there with a small wet spot on her panties. One girl, went over to the sink, pulled down her panties, and peed to her content.

    At that moment some of the other girls cringed at seeing someone else's relief. The splatter of her pee on the sink and her sighs of relief weren't doing me much good either. In fact, another spurt came out just then. I jammed my hand into my crotch HARD. Fortunately that stopped the flow.

    Gym was going to be especially tough because I had to wear my leotard, which not only means I have to take off my panties (and thus have no protection in case of an accidental spurt), but my leotard was a bit small on me and squeezed my bladder fairly hard. Putting it on reminded me of that embarrassing day I had at the track meet, something that I didn't want a repeat of.

    I'm in the gymnastics gym class and every time I landed from a flip or cartwheel or something I cringed and jammed my hand in my crotch. Between the pain of the leotard pressing on my bladder and the movement of doing flips I almost lost control. A spurt of pee shot out, but no one noticed and since my leotard is black no one noticed the wet spot.

    There was a new student, Julie, who landed after doing a flip and suddenly lost it. A huge dark spot appeared on her white leotard and she ran out of the gym crying with her hand jammed in her crotch and leaving a trail of pee behind her.

    Back in the locker room I happily removed my leotard and replaced my panties and pants. In case of an emergency I took and bunch of tissues and jammed them in my panties so if a few more accidental spurts came out nothing would show. The feeling of my wet panties against my desperate pussy really made things more difficult, but I managed to get to my next class without any further accidents.

    I walked in to social studies not knowing how I was supposed to make it through this class and then one more. I was bent so far over as I walked into the room I could hardly see where I was going. I hobbled over to my desk and sat down. I was constantly shifting position and crossing my legs back and forth. Ten minutes into the period a spurt came out and wet some of the tissues I had jammed in my panties. The wetness made my desire to pee completely irresistible. I intentionally let out a small flow of pee, trying to just soak the tissues, but stopping was harder than I had expected. I crossed my legs quickly and HARD and the flow stopped just a bit late. I had left a small puddle in my seat, but there was no visible wet spot on my pants since the area where I had peed through wasn't really visible.

    My soaking panties and the soaking tissues were giving me a hard time, but I still had an hour to go. I jammed my hand back in my crotch desperately awaiting the bell. It finally rang and I got up to go to my next class. I noticed that a couple of guys had noticed the puddle I had left on the seat, but at the point I didn't care anymore. I noticed in between classes that some girls had completely soaked pants and I was just glad I wasn't one of them!

    I walked into my next class feeling a little better, first because I had relieved myself to an extent, and also knowing it was going to be my last class before I could pee. Things got harder as the period progressed however. I was really desperate about halfway through the period and thought I was going to burst. I actually jammed my hand into my panties and squeezed my pussy as hard as possible.

    I had to make it through one more period. I knew I could do it. My bladder was bulging as I was usually up to my third pee of the day by that time. I knew I had to hold out just a bit longer so I would avoid the embarrassment I experienced at the track meet. I now had my hand in between the lips of my pussy and my legs tightly crossed. After much distress the bell finally rang. It was now 1:45 and I was finally going to be able to relieve my aching bladder.

    I dashed out of the room not really knowing where I was going. I saw a teacher and asked her where the port-a-potties were and she said, "Oh I don't think they've arrived yet." I was in shock. I didn't know what I was going to do. I asked a few more people and they also said they hadn't come yet. I ran all over desperately looking for a place to pee. The college campus was nowhere near a store and I knew I didn't have time for the long walk it took to get off the grounds. After 20 minutes of excruciating pain I saw a truck drive by that said "PoRt-A-pOTtIeS" on it. It was like the sight of gold, or of water in the desert.

    Then I had to find out where they were putting them. After speaking with a few people I found out that they were out behind the school. I rushed out there and noticed there were only three and one said "TEACHERS ONLY-NO EXCEPTIONS!!!" It also had a big padlock on it, I suppose the teachers were to be given keys. The line for the other two was already about 60 people long. How were two supposed to be enough for over 2,000 students? I asked a teacher desperately if I could use the faculty one and she said, "Sure, if you can figure out how to get in, we don't have a key."

    I said, "But this is an EMERGENCY!! Please?" She told me not to worry: that three more port-a-potties would arrive within a couple of hours, and as soon as she could get a key she would let me in, but right now she was off to teach a class and couldn't go stand in line in the administration office to get her key. I looked at her and almost began to cry. I got on line and wondered how I was going to manage to wait for 60 people to go before me. I looked at my watch and noticed that I had a class that started in 5 minutes. I decided to wait for the bathroom instead of going to class. Although I didn't know how I was going to possibly wait for all the people in front of me to go first. The line was hardly moving. I waited and waited, as more people lined up behind me. I had my legs crossed as tight as possible with my hand jammed in my crotch and my knees bent so I was squatting down. I felt almost more desperate than the day at the track meet. I was squeezing with all my might, but I just couldn't take it any longer. Pee suddenly started gushing out in all directions and everyone was staring at me. After about a minute I was finally able to stop the flow; the problem was I was soaked and still really had to pee. The young women waiting behind me looked at me in disgust and pushed by me.

    "NOoooooo" I said. "I have to go again!!!" They pushed me away and said, "You've had your pee, just finish in your panties, what's the difference? You are all wet anyhow. It isn't going to make a bit of difference now. We really have to go and we haven't wet our panties at all!" I went over to the side of the line, behind the one lone skinny tree, humiliated, and let out some more pee. No other bushes were around, nowhere to hide. I let out some more and then noticed people staring from the other direction. I hobbled into my classroom with everyone staring because I was 20 minutes late and absolutely soaked!

    The pain was now worse than ever since I was all wet and it just made me more desperate. Once again I found myself bent over in the double in my seat. My teacher came over and said: "Are you all right?" I moaned and forced myself up, but I couldn't handle it. Once again pee shot out in all directions uncontrollably. I ran out of the room crying leaving a trail behind me. It was so much worse than the track meet!!!

    #2484 — Comments (3) — Aug 18, 2002 at 2:50 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    There was this pretty girl who lived down the hall from me in my college dorm. I had heard through some of my buddies that she was some kind of martial arts expert. She wasn't a black belt, but was pretty close to earning one. One rainy spring day a bunch of us wound up just hanging out in the lounge area of my residence hall. This girl was there and someone brought up the fact that she knew karate. I was in pretty good shape myself and argued, (stupidly), that there was really no way a small, light woman could truly win a fight against an man of average size. She disagreed and challenged me to a fight. Not a real fight, but just a sparring session to prove I was dead wrong. Everyone else sitting there was completely into seeing the results of this, so there was no way I was talking my way out of it. She stood up, kicked off her sandals and got into a fighting stance with this really serious look on her face. I knew this girl was in good shape, but for the first time I took careful notice of the toned, muscular condition of her legs. I definitely did not want to be kicked by one of them. I figured I would just try to wrap her up, take her to the ground quickly and hope I didn't get hit in the process. No such luck...she was much quicker than I could have imagined. She started bouncing on the balls of her feet and drawing me in so I could get within range of her kicks. I was just about to dive in for her knees when she must have seen (or sensed) my next move. She spun and whipped her head around. Her bare foot must have approached from a blind spot, because I never saw it coming. Lucky for me she pulled back a bit, because if she had kicked me with full power I would have been seriously injured. The sole of her foot caught my cheek and corner of my jaw and made this slapping/thud sound. I had to give it to her...the technique was clean and perfectly executed. It felt like getting hit with a padded brick. I stumbled sideways and fell to the ground. Everyone applauded and was in awe of this girl's fighting ability. Including me. She helped me up and was a good sport about it. She later told me that she had used her favorite technique, a spinning hook kick, to take me out. We remained friends, and, needless to say, I felt much more comfortable standing next to her in bars when fights broke out!

    #2482 — Comments (0) — Aug 16, 2002 at 11:13 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm 18 years old, female, and a senior in high school. I have a story I think would fit nicely on your page.</p>It was Friday night and I had a track meet the next morning as I usually did on Saturday mornings. I went to bed at about 11 o'clock since my meet started at 9 AM and I was in the first event, so with the hour traveling time I needed to get up at about 7:30. I went to bed, and since it was a Friday night, went into a really deep sleep.

    When I woke up the first thought that came to my mind was: "I really have to pee!" since I hadn't gone all night it was time for my morning piss. Then all of a sudden I looked at the clock and realized I had forgotten to set my alarm. The time was now 8:10 and I was really late. I rushed out of the house half forgetting about my problem, but half of me was saying I'd wait until I got there since I didn't really have time anyway.

    I got to the platform and was waiting for the train. The service isn't great on Saturday mornings, so I was waiting for quite a while (about 15 minutes). All the time I was dying to pee, but it was okay because I'd be at the meet soon where there's a bathroom. Finally the train came and I got on. It was a local, of course, since the express trains don't run on the weekends.

    I couldn't even sit down I had to go so bad, I stood as we pulled out of the station. I was slightly hunched over, but still okay and was going to make it. The train pulled into my station and I got out. I couldn't run because I needed a toilet so bad so I walked as fast as I could. I got inside relieved that I'd finally be able to relieve my aching bladder! As soon as I walked in I heard them announcing the girls 300m (my event). I had no time to stop at the bathroom: I had to change and get to the track. My desperate pussy would have to wait.

    I went to the changing room to change and it was so hard to get my clothes off in my condition. I ripped them off and put on my uniform. The tight bottom piece to my uniform pressing on my bladder wasn't helping the situation. (It's like the bottom of a bathing suit, but tighter.) I went upstairs to my coach and he made all of us drink and entire pint of Gatorade before the race. He wouldn't accept ANY excuses. As I guzzled it down I felt the pressure on my bladder increase tremendously. I didn't want it to show though, because there were some really hot guys right there. I left and went to the track. I got there just in time. I had no idea how I was going to sprint in my condition, but I was going to have to try. (And I was hoping that knowing I'd be able to relieve myself after the race would help.)

    I got in line where it took so long to call all the names; it was about an hour before I was at the starting line. At that point it was already 10:30. The gun fired and somehow I was able to run the race and I did pretty well. The race had made my urge to pee much worse, but I was finally going to be able to relieve myself. I walked into the main lobby and went over to the bathroom. Just seeing the door made me almost lose control. I had made it. Then I noticed a sign on the door. It read, "OUT OF ORDER" - I flipped out!

    Now what was I going to do? I jammed my hand into my crotch and went down the stairs wondering what to do. I couldn't leave since that was only the 300m trials and I had to run the finals, which was the last event of the meet (they like to give us time to rest). Track meets take forever and my next run wouldn't be for another four hours. My coach wouldn't let me go home first because some of the girls had left and not come back in previous meets.

    I clutched my pussy and tightly squeezed it together. I was all hunched over and didn't no what i was going to do. The next several hours were hell! I had to keep my hand jammed in my crotch and my thighs squeezed tightly together and somehow I was able to manage to wait the three hours. There was still half an hour until my race though and the pain was worse than ever. More than that it was time for my second pint of Gatorade. Oh gosh!!! That was the hardest of all! With one hand I squeezed my crotch as tight as I possibly could and chugged the bottle down. My race was in 20 minutes and I was already too desperate.

    I got to the track and they lined us up. This time it was faster and only took about 15 minutes. I got to the starting line and realized I couldn't spread my legs. When the gun fired I knew I had to run. I forced my legs apart and started to run. Just then I felt a drop of pee seep out into my uniform, then another, then it began to come out more and more, but I was trying to hold back the entire time. There I was running around a track in front of almost a thousand people with a stream of pee coming from my crotch. Fortunately I was able to hold back and not too much leaked out (not before it was noticeable though and it was so embarrassing!), but by the time I finished the race I still desperately needed a bathroom!

    My need was almost worse now that I gotten a little relief. It was lose-lose: I had embarrassed myself and still REALLY needed to pee. I went to my coach, grabber my clothes, and ran out the door. I ran to the train station just missing a train. The 15-minute wait was unbearable! I was bent over with my thighs tightly crossed squeezing my pussy as hard as I could. Once the train came I got on and sat down. Everyone was staring at me since I was totally bent over and squeezing my crotch.

    A few stations later the train got more crowded and it was uncomfortably tight. I was still clutching myself, not knowing how much longer I could hold on. Suddenly a drop of pee came out as I squeezed harder. It was no use though: I all of a sudden burst out in tears as my pee started shooting out in all directions soaking me and wetting the people around me. I ran off the train at the next stop with pee still pouring out and still crying not knowing what to do. I decided to walk home since I'd see fewer people that way and it would be less embarrassing. That had to have been the most embarrassing moment of my life!!

    #2479 — Comments (3) — Aug 11, 2002 at 3:35 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    A couple years ago I was working at a hospital as an executive secretary. I was on my way to a monthly meeting of the administration which is held in the conference room of another building. The conference room has large windows which face the entrace sidewalk. My arms were full of files as I walked up the sidewalk. Just then a gust of wind caught my skirt and blew it well above my waist. I couldn't do anything about it as my arms were full. My skirt stayed up for what seemed the longest time! Finally I got it down and I remembered that I was wearing crotchless pantyhose that my husband had given to me and no panties. As I entered the conference room I noticed that all the men had big grins on their faces and the women looked away from me. Then I knew that they had seen everything. I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't do any thing. For months afterwards men would chuckle when they saw me and several doctors commented to me when it was "a nice windy day outside today." When I think about it now, it is kind of a turn on. I never wear panties, because I hate the lines under my skirts. Now I am more carefull to avoid windy days!!!

    #2476 — Comments (1) — Aug 3, 2002 at 5:36 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    One Day me and my friend were out and we were walking down this ally way and there was this guy in a truck and he had his pants down and asked us to get in we were so scared that we went top the cops.

    #2464 — Comments (2) — Jul 25, 2002 at 2:33 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was in the park one day with this hot guy and his name was alex. I wanted to lick him. But he slapped me and I fell over into a pile of dog crap./

    #2463 — Comments (0) — Jul 24, 2002 at 3:17 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My asshole brother has this hott friend who comes over a lot and well, I am always trying to talk to him..... Finally my brother caught on that i liked hime and hated me crushing and slobbering as he says over his friend... I was totaly mad and one day I heard laughing and went into my bedroom to find that my brother had my underwear and bras all over and one of my padded bras he was showing to his friend...... he was like

    See? Becky has no boobs and she looks like a total fake even with it on... She is as flat as mt little brother!!
    They laughed and I walked in.
    Oh! Becky! We were admiring how it would look if you know you had boobs... DO you still think Jake is hott? or are you embarrassed?
    He wouldnt leave me alone.. he was in there chanting things to me for a half an hour until I was finally crying so hard he was getting annoyed. His friend didnt ever aske me out.... so everything is over.

    #2456 — Comments (1) — Jul 18, 2002 at 7:46 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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