A wet dream


It was a lovely party and the music was on full blast. Everyone was so excited. I was dancing really hard. My heart was pounding and I could feel the adrenaline rush. Oh! how I loved parties. This one was being hosted by my friend Nkem. No one could pull off this scale of grove better than him. Everyone was there. Everyone that mattered. There was booze, food, small chops …everything. However, despite all the fun,I had a niggling feeling I could not shift. It was exploding within me but the fun was just too much to attend to it.

Dance! Dance!! Dance!!!

That’s all I was doing. I was just helpless to the beat.

Until…..

It exploded….

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me to save me the embarrassment. I was 39 years old. How could I explain what was happening. I ran past a couple making out at the foot of the stairs, brushed past a few people on the corridor. I wished I had wings. From my peripheral vision, I could see that none of them could tell what was happening to me. That was a relief. The door was in sight.

Phew…

I would sort myself out as soon as I reached it. If only I could get there very quickly. It must have been just five steps away. I could see the door and all I wanted was to get behind it. This explosion was under control…at least for now. Suddenly it began to turn into a burning sensation.

Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!

I wished my fist could burst the door. I was banging for dear life. The door was locked. Someone was in there.

“Come out…. come out….”, I screamed.

My voice was inaudible with all the racket.The damned music! I could not believe that I had let the silly beats get me into trouble.

The door began to open…. slowly….but it was too late.  I could feel the woosh. The explosion was officially on full blast .

I managed to save my face as I slammed the door shut behind me. I had peed my pants. It was so embarrassing. At my age, I could not imagine that I had been so daft. I managed to sit on the loo. My bladder was still very full despite the accident. There was more but it felt stuck.

“Why can’t I wee?”, I wondered.

I tried to push the wee like a woman in labour. I pushed and pushed without success.  It just did not budge.

“Was I sick? What was wrong with me?”, I could feel myself entering panic mode.

Don’t do it…Don’t wee…

Who was saying that? I could hear the faint cry in the distance

There was a burning pain in my groin now. So I tried to push again.

Don’t doooo iiiiiiiittttt!

“Shut up… who the hell is saying this. What is happening to me?”, I screamed feeling very upset.

“I need to gooooo”, I said sobbing quietly.

pheeeewwwwwww……..

The sound of my relief as I let the sweet urine pour out from my bladder through my itsy bitsies down the toilet. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the relief. Who was saying that.  But suddenly my legs began to feel wet.

Errrm… I was sitting on a toilet, why was my body feeling wet.

This was a weird day. I had not drank a drop of alcohol. I felt horrified.

“Wake up ! Wake up ! You are soaked!”, That was definitely a man’s voice. It was Noah my partner. How did he enter the toilet? Surely, I locked the door behind me.

So I opened my eyes curiously wondering how on earth that happened.

I was soaked. It was Noah alright, but I was not in the damned toilet! I must have emptied a truckload of urine on our bed….again.

“Are you ok darling?”, Noah asked me calmly but no matter how he tried to downplay the obvious, I was too embarrassed to speak. I picked up the pillow and hid my face. OMG! I was soaked in my own waste!

I did not answer… I was still in shock.

I am 39 years old and have no idea what to do!

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