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  1. So I have known about my kink for a really long time now and I've been a lurker for almost as long but I have never made a post or anything before because I have never really had any experiences to share. For the most part I have only just hold off using the bathroom just a little or just masturbating when I feel a little full (bc fuck that feels so good anybody else relate). Until came finals week. I am a strange being that filters stress into pure uncontrollable horny that really just plagues me until I am able to stop being stressed. This has been probably my worst semester ever and my exams are incredibly difficult. I had my dorm to myself for a good chunk of time and I decided I was going to hold for as long as I could stand and I wasn't going to chicken out early before I got really uncomfortable like I usually did. Please pardon me for not remembering all the details like times and drink amounts because I have been too busy to write this post but I will do my best. I started out by trying to do the whole rapid desperation technique for real since I typically get too impatient and can't stand to wait that long for REAL desperation which is why I usually chick out early. This time I was very determined. I set a hold time for about three hours in advance (bc lets face it I have no clue what I am doing and I really don't have the resolve to hold as long as most of you guys do) and I started drinking the recommended amount (for anyone wondering how much 12 oz is its like 80% of a normal sized water bottle) but I drank specifically water with these caffeinated flavor packets each time because the caffeine + the water really shoots straight through me. So by the time it got to my holding hour, I really was starting to get full and I know you're supposed to keep up the fluid intake but I really couldn't stomach continuing to drink that much so I decided to just see how long I could hold all that fluid I had drank (at this point it was something like 3-4 of those crazy water mixes, a can of soda, and an energy drink). I studied for like an hour before it REALLY started to hit me and so I put on some light colored jeans and I did a little pee dance to the shower and I just sat down in the shower with my study materials fully clothed. After like maybe another 45 minutes to an hour I couldn't stand it anymore and I had to shove everything aside and twist and contort myself around. I really don't think it was a /genuine/ accident as much as it was I just stopped trying to hold as hard and I started leaking. Once I was letting leaks spurt out, it felt too good to try to hold back anymore. I didn't just let myself go though, I only let myself get a few spurts of relief at a time before clenching and holding off again. After like maybe 20 minutes of this, I finally just plopped my ass fully down in the shower and completely emptied my bladder. The way that felt was so much better than I expected and I couldn't just let that go so I checked out the damage, very minimal actually, and I grabbed towels and yeeted into my room and closed the door and locked it just in case anyone came back. I covered my desk chair in trash bags and towels and plopped down in my still wet clothes. Eventually I started feeling the urge to pee again but the wet feeling of my pants was just too good to pass up. I would just occasionally let out little spurts into my still wet panties and jeans. And FUCK you guys, I guess it was where I was a little weak from holding more than usual but it did NOT take much to let out a dribble into my pants. It honestly occasionally felt more like I was having a harder time NOT leaking into my pants. I didn't fully wet myself in my chair though, oh no the story continues. I realized I was getting a bit desperate again and I ran to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet and wet myself through my pants. I did this maybe 1-2 more times (I had a lot to drink okay don't judge) before finally I heard one of my roommates come in and I started to panic bc I couldn't let them see my wet pants (which now had pee soaking all over my ass at this point) and so when I heard the bedroom door shut I quickly dashed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I did a little pee dance waiting and then I got into the shower fully clothed and just completely emptied my bladder. Suffice to say, I had to make pretty frequent bathroom breaks for the rest of the evening. And I am honestly already planning another wetting. I'll try to remember to take pictures next time. But for real tho why didn't y'all tell me how fucking addicting it is wetting like that. This has not been proof read at all I am supposed to be studying right now actually
    59 points
  2. Long time reader, first time writing up one of my own stories...so please feel free to give suggestions. A few months ago, back when it was winter and really cold where I live in a big city, I went out to after work drinks with some of my coworkers. I was really hesitant about going since I don't know them well, but I figured it was a good opportunity to make some friends. We went to a bar out by the water and had about four drinks, talking and laughing. It was so nice and we were all very tipsy, bordering on truly drunk. I'm small fwiw, maybe like 110 pounds, so all the alcohol had a really intense effect on me. After the third drink, I started to feel an urge to pee but I didn't want to leave when I was having such a good bonding experience with my coworkers so I ignored it- which was really hard since we were standing up and didn't have anyplace to sit. After the fourth drink, I could tell that if I kept ignoring the pressure I would be in serious trouble so I asked the bartender where the bathroom was. Apparently the bar didn't have its own bathrooms so you needed to walk to a public bathroom nearby. However, the pressure on my bladder was intense enough that I (tiny girl) decided to walk a block in the dark alone in the freezing cold to go to the public bathroom. When I got there, the relief was amazing I felt like I could orgasm right on the spot. But, public bathrooms are gross so I decided not to try and just to go back to my group. We stayed probably another thirty minutes just chatting and I started to feel the need to pee growing again, but I knew we were leaving soon and I didn't want to walk back to that dirty bathroom alone again or seem weird to my coworkers that I needed to pee so often. Finally, we started heading out and it was about a 20 minute walk back to my apartment from the bar. As we were walking the pressure on my bladder kept growing to the point that it was painful to work by the time I split up with them. Once I was alone, I decided I would walk down a less popular block and try to release a little bit on the sidewalk, since I was wearing a skirt and it would be not super noticeable. However, by the time I got over to the less crowded block I kept feeling leaks escape into my panties. I was so flustered and it hurt so much and I didn't want anyone to see me. Finally I was in an area where there weren't any other people and I just leaned up against a wall and stopped holding. A small puddle started forming at my feet and the pain in my bladder started to feel better. I knew I didn't have much time before someone walked down the block, so I stopped myself after about 30 seconds and kept walking. As I was walking, the leaks kept coming and I could feel pee running down my legs as I waited in the elevator to get up to my apartment. Once I got into my apartment I just totally released and formed a puddle in my bathroom. It would've been way too hard to get my tights off when I was already wetting. I cleaned up the puddle and threw my tights and panties in the laundry bin, took a quick shower, and then brought myself to orgasm quite a few times before falling asleep. I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed the experience!
    46 points
  3. I found this video on thisvid that I thought was especially hot. I don't think it has been posted before here, but I apologize if it has been. Its a girl I have never seen before, so I was also hoping that someone could help us find the original source and maybe some more videos of her. https://thisvid.com/videos/desperate-blonde-masturbates-until-pisses-and-cums/ Desperate blonde masturbates until she pisses and cums - Thi.mp4
    42 points
  4. okay I totally lied the post I had typed out just deleted itself but hopefully this from the second wetting make up for it
    41 points
  5. Spring is finally here, which means it's possible to flood your pants out in the woods without freezing your ass off on the walk back home. So I celebrated this today on a sunny spot by the lake. I also enjoyed some rewettings along the walk back. Black jeans and a hoodie was hiding it well enough. Don't ask me why there is a light grey colour in the crotch area of the jeans. I have absolutely no idea. 20220426_135228_1.mp4
    41 points
  6. Found this on Twitter and had to share! 8jnjx0qULD5E9joE.mp4
    38 points
  7. Had some family over helping me clean and somehow managed to hold my bladder the entire time! There were a few times I got desperate and wished I was wearing a pull-up so I could let some piss out but luckily they left just in time for me to have some real fun. I tried to hold it for as long as I can but as you can see I wasn’t very successful. I thoroughly enjoyed watching my stream of piss soak my sweatpants and the floor. By the time I was done the puddle on the floor was MASSIVE and traveling in three different directions! Can’t wait for next time! 67486244748__DF120B75-A76C-4347-A62C-EE234B763D34.MOV
    37 points
  8. Part 1 - the first four seconds so part one was at the table. I know people on here are always talking about how they can pee for a few seconds in their pants and their pants somehow absorb it. I am NOT blessed like that. Despite wearing workout type panties and fairly thick jeans, four seconds of pee was enough to end up dripping over the front of the chair into two puddles on the floor (no worries, it’s tile) and leaving a VERY noticeable wet spot on my jeans it’s funny….when it first happens it’s like oh ya, that’s just a tiny wet spot. But even tho I’ve stopped peeing, the wet continues to spread and spread and I’m like wtf?!?! That’s a BIG wet spot for four seconds of pee
    37 points
  9. Hi everyone! This was kind of an accident but also kind of a choice lol. Basically, I was at a night club with friends and had to pee really bad after a lot of drinking, but there were only three bathroom stalls and a long line. I was far enough in the line to be fully inside the ladies room but I was drunk and had to go so bad I knew I might not make it until my turn. I was a lot braver than normal since I was drunk and I was planning on leaving the club right after peeing since my friends were ready to go. I was so desperate, I asked if the other girls would care if I just went in the sink and we all kind of laughed and agreed I should just go for it since the line was moving really slow. I was too shy and also uncoordinated to get my panties off, which was a pale pink thong, and I giggled with all the other girls as I first tried and failed to maneuver it. So close to relief, I started peeing myself standing in front of the sink fiddling with my panties so I just kind of squeaked and jumped up onto the sink right in time. My skirt was a skin tight mini, so I had to pull it up to my waist, which meant all the girls could see completely as I peed full force through my thong and into the sink. Because of the pale pink color, they could see my pussy really well, but I was laughing and so we’re they are the craziness of it all as I kept peeing. When I was done, I took the panties off and washed them in the sink before rinsing the sink itself with soap and water and stuffing my damp panties in the bottom of my purse. When I was done, another desperate girl said fuck it and pulled her jeans down to pee in the sink, but she had her legs together so I didn’t see much. I went home with my friends commando which felt so naughty and I played with myself until I squirted as soon as I got home heheh. One of my best experiences so far!! Hope you liked it!
    37 points
  10. Warning nudity So I have had the day to myself,no work and kids in kindergarten/school, and boyfriend working ! This don't happen so often, but when it does I just want to be naughty! So today I wanted to hold untill I loose controll and have a semi public pee When I was finally alone I wanted to do the best out of my day so I ate and drank 2 gasses 0.3l of water. I went to the gym for 40 min with pt. And bought 0.5l drink after the workout. I went to a gymclothes store and bought new gymclothes, lost 10 kg the last year so wanted to treat me a litle. In the store I started to feel that I needed to pee, but just a litle. Drove home and drank a litlebit more water and had som more food. Then I changed out of my gym clothes and put on a dress and cut my pantyhose so my pussy would be free underneath the dress. I went to the mall, had birthday few weeks ago and got some money I could spend on my self! I bought new underwear. When choosing what I wanted to try my need for a pee raised from 8 to 9 and in the changing room I almost leaked. Had my dress between my legs so I had something to hold with while trying on the bra ! IKnew that I had to go out now. It was few people before me in the queue and I felt I my pussy getting wetter, but no leaks yet. Finally it was my turn and I could not stand still any more. I paid and hurried out of the mall. Just needed to get out. But outside it was crowded of people. Remember it was nice park with benches not to far away. But had to walk past the police station first. Now I could feel I was almost almost on my breaking point. Walked to the first bench.... when I saw the sign it just got painted. Shiiit shiit shiiit. I was sending SC to few of my naughty friends. And just stood there and was not sure what to do, then it came the local alcoholics so I knew I had to hurry, just somewhere... it is another park up a hill that I just had to try to get to.... I did not make it. I was in the middle of the hill when thr firs leaked came, and another leak and I peed for 10 sek before I could stop. Then had to check if anybody had seen me, dry my legs a litle and finding better place to pee cause I still had alot left. thankfully nobody walked by this bench while I sat there. And peed some more. Then my phone called and a familyfriend asked if I could drive her home from town. ofc. I could... thankfully it was wind and sun so my pantyhose dried fast. while sitting in the car I could feel I was not empty. So I had to hold while I drove her home, without her noticing. finally I was home, but I could not get out of my car. So I grabbed a towel from my gymbag witch was still in the car since earlier. And manege to put it under me after one leak. After few more leaks I was able to get out the car and home, where I had some more fun hope you enjoyed my day
    36 points
  11. Hi there! I once again took some time to write and draw a new story for you all. The artstyle is a bit different from my previous stories because I wanted to try something new. I'm not particularly happy with how it looks, so if any of you have tips on how I could improve the art I'd apreciate it a lot. For now enjoy the first part of the story and let me know what you think ------- “Bye Mommy!”, chanted Ian (7) and Olive (4) as their mother, Elisabeth, or Liza as everyone called her, left the house dressed in a fancy red dress to spend the night out with friends. Liza blew them a goodbye kiss and wished Sandy, the children’s babysitter good luck for the night. “Don’t be afraid to call me if there’s a problem, ok?”, she told the the young woman. Sandy nodded and with a smile the mother left the house. Sandy was a little nervous since it was only the second time watching over Ian and Olive. She still needed time to get to know the kids, and vice versa. There was some awkward interactions at first between the three but as soon as the kids began to feel a little more comfortable around Sandy things started to get easier. Olive and Ian were definetly more open and talkative than a month before, when they first glanced at Sandy’s bright blue eyes. She was a sweet girl, diligent, always praised for her kindness by the children’s parents and much loved by the children themselves. Babysitting was something Sandy picked up during the summer holidays after her second year of high school, from which she finally graduated four months ago. Now her plan was to keep doing this as a part time job for as long as she figured out what to do with her future. “I’d like to become a journalist”, she told Ian while they were at the table drinking a glass of milk together. Of course she then had to explain them what journalists were and what they were doing. No sign of enthusiasm was to be found in the children’s faces during her description. Ian and Olive were still in the “I’d like to become a pilot when I grow up”-phase. Right before the clock struck 8pm the fun moved from the table to the floor. Sandy promised the siblings to play games with them so that she could keep another promise she made to Liza which was to not make them watch TV at night. So there they were, sitting on the big white living room carpet playing with legos. They had a huge plastic box filled with various bricks and pieces of any shape and size. Inside of it Ian carefully took out something that looked like a work in progress. “What is this going to be?”, asked Sandy always curious. “It’s a truck. I’ve been building it for four days now and I want to finish it soon!” The babysitter could tell how passionate the boy was about his up and coming creation, he immediately continued building the toy vehicle as if he already had the finished piece in his head. Olive on the other hand had no ongoing projects up her sleeve, she just looked at Sandy and asked: “Would you help me build a church?” “Of course!”, Sandy replied and both started working. The girls however didn’t come far as production had to stop because Olive needed to go to the toilet. “I could need bathroom break aswell”, Sandy thought, but there was no hurry. She would go as soon as her and Olive’s little architectural masterpiece would reach its completion. In the meantime her eyes glanced over Ian piecing his construction together with care. “This looks very nice!”, she said. The boy smiled. “Sandyyy!”, Olive’s voice entered the living room from the outside “can you come help me botton up my pants?” Sandy stood up and went to check on the girl. The bathroom was one of those fancy ones, nice and big, bright and clean. Peeing there was more of an experience rather than just as simple in and out trip, and speaking of which, since Sandy now found herself there she had the chance to use the bowl and quickly get rid of the rising bladder pressure that was pressing against her belly. Olive however seemed to have other plans. As the buttoning up job was done she grabbed the young woman by the hand and dragged her back into the living room. Not giving Sandy any time to truly consider emptying her bladder first. “Alright, later then”, she sighed silently. By now the floor had transformed into a minefield of lego bricks. Carefully the girls tried to avoid each of them, but as it often happens, a swift moment of brief distraction caused Sandy’s foot to step on one of the pieces, a rather pointy one aswell. “Ouch!”, she yelled. Surprised by this unpleasant sting she lifted her foot but lost balance while doing so. Sandy’s weight pulled her backwards and during her attempt to regain stability she unavoidedly tripped over Ian’s precious almost-truck and pretty much destroyed it completely. The boy let out a cry of despair! “Oh no, Ian, I’m so sorry!” The embarassment of her clumsy action made Sandy’s cheeks turn red and in shock she looked at the destruction she had just created. “Why don’t you look where you’re going?!” Ian was getting angrier and tears of disappointment were begining to make his eyes sparkle under the warm ceiling lights. “I’m sorry, Ian. I slipped!” “I hate you!” In rage the boy stormed out of the room and proceeded to go lock himself into the bathroom. Sandy ran after him and tried to calm him down while talking to the boy through the closed door. “Ian, please come out. I’l help you build a new one - an even better one!” “I don’t want you to help me!”, he whined. “Can you at least come out and then we talk about it?” “NO!” He was furious, therefore Sandy decided to leave him alone for now to calm his mood. Plagued by feelings of guilt she let herself fall onto the sofa and waited. “He does this all the time”, said Olive “When he’s angry he locks himself in the bathroom and doesn’t come out.” “How long does he stay there?” “Sometimes very long, when he’s very angry!” Sandy sighed and just like that she began to regret not using the toilet when there was still a chance to. “This is going to be fun”, the babysitter thought sarcastically as her growing need was slowly becoming uncomfortable. “Do you want to continue building the church?”, Olive asked politely. Sandy nodded and sat back down on the floor. Both girls quickly dove into their work and forgot about time and eventually about Ian aswell. As the little lego structure with it’s walls and towers was done it was time for Sandy and Olive to snap back into reality. Almost an hour had passed since the unfortunate accident and Ian didn’t show any signs of wanting to get out, in fact he didn’t show any signs at all. Sandy stood up to go talk to him once more … and to be sure he was still alive. Standing on both legs again made the weight of her bladder suddenly fall on her crotch. “Oh my…”, she complained. Olive heard this and curiously asked: “What?” Sandy answered: “Nothing, just my knees - they hurt a little.” At the end of this sentence she walked over to the bathroom and knocked at the door: “Ian?” “Go away!" The boy was still upset. “Don’t you want to at least come out? We could watch TV.” She was trying her best to convince him out of the room as quickly as possible but the child was stubborn. On the other side of the door Sandy began to press her thighs together. Pretending everything was fine she went back to Olive who now seemed to be bored with the legos. “Come on, Olive, let’s clean this mess up.” The girl obeyed and both began to put the bricks back into the box. The constant movement wasn’t helping Sandy’s pee problem. She caught herself wiggling her butt back and forth multiple times but as long as Olive didn’t notice it was all good. She was to embarassed to confess her problem to either of the siblings. After all was nice and clean Sandy tried once again to bring the boy out of the bathroom but as expected the door remained locked. Frustration was taking over the babysitter’s mood making her pick up the phone to call Liza. “Are you calling mom?” Olive asked curious. Sandy nodded as a malicious smile appeared on the little girl’s face, always a nice feeling knowing your sibling’s about to get in trouble. The phonecall took place in the kitchen. Sandy was standing with her torso leaned over the table supported by both elbows. Her legs were crossed while Olive, who sat across from her, was patiently waiting for her mother to pick up the phone - and she did. “Hi Liza, sorry to bother you!” “No worries, Sandy. Is everything ok?” Sandy began to explain the situation, feeling ashamed of her actions. Liza however took it well and just said: “It’s OK, dear, don’t dwell on it to much, it happens. And also don’t worry about Ian. He does this once or twice a month, he will come out eventually. Just relax and be patient.” “Oh … ok, I - I will be patient then”, the babysitter replied followed by a nervous giggle. “You don’t need to use the bathroom do you?”, Liza suddenly asked. Scared by this question, Sandy immediately denied it as her bladder muscles were pressing harder. “Not even, Olive?” The girl who heard her mom’s voice mumbling over the phone shook her head and Sandy verbally repeated the answer to Liza. “Well, then there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be home around 11, I’ll see you there!” The phonecall came to an end shortly after without recieving a solution Sandy was desperately hoping for. To be continued ...
    33 points
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    Hi ^.^ I think this is the first time i upload a video, sorry for the weird audio, i used a cup to hold my phone, without keeping in mind that the mic was under the phone. Also if you see me checking the camera multiple times, i was worried about getting low on memory. Next time i'll remember how much time my phone can record and find a better way to hold my phone up, but over all i'm satisfied with how much i held it, is what i like the most; having a natural accident. I peed a bit more after the cut, so i hope to hold it even more next time, and leak at least twice before giving up.
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    31 points
  13. These are a few short stories about my experiences with some ex girlfriends at music festivals. I’ve only typed one out so far but there have been a few and I’ll keep adding if you’re interested! Would love to hear other people’s stories too! Music festivals in the UK are awesome. Muddy fields, camping, drinking beer and cider all day, toilets miles away with long queues… you get the idea. The first time I went to one with a girlfriend, we had been drinking a bunch of cider and were heading back to our tent after the last acts finished. It was Leeds festival, if any of you are UK music fans. In 2005 maybe? “Are there toilets round here?” She asked quietly as we were walking past some pop up food vans. There were not. We stopped to take a look around and she kept shifting and stepping from one foot to another. “God I need a wee - I needed it for that whole last act and now it’s really bad” she crossed one leg over the other and curtseyed a little. “I think those ones in our campsite might be the closest” I said, truthfully. It was only a 5 minute walk from where we were. She bit her bottom lip. “Ok - can we go there quick please?” She rummaged in her bag for some toilet paper and as she did so a wave of desperation hit her hard. “Aahhhh” she whimpered and stopped looking, walking quickly round in circles, lifting her legs high to cross them as she stepped. “Don’t you find when you are looking for something it makes you need to pee even worse?” She asked me “always when I’m looking for my keys at home” I nodded and made a mental note to ask her about that later. “Let’s go before I wet myself” she said and started marching off. She was pretty quiet on the walk back and I could barely say anything as I was too obsessed with watching her desperate walk. She undid the top button of her jeans and every now and then would pull up the waistband of her panties to add a bit of pressure to her crotch. She would go through phases of walking quickly and purposefully, to walking gingerly and grinding her hips. It was a spectacular show. As we approached the porta-potties, she started running. As you can imagine, there was a huge queue. End of the day - everyone drinking, some of them were out of order because they were full. She turned to me, a worried look on her face. Her hands grabbed at her crotch, one inside her open jeans, one outside. “I can’t hold it” she whispered. “Help me!” She was clearly on the very edge and I genuinely wanted to help her. “Let’s go back to our tent, you can pee between the tents, nobody will see” She nodded. “Quickly” The tent wasn’t that far, but it was a winding, narrow path which was mostly guesswork between the tents. She was panting, grabbing her crotch, stepping from one foot to the other and saying “quickly, quickly” over and over again. Finally we saw our tent. She started running again, both hands inside her jeans, which were falling down a little because of all the movement. I don’t know exactly what she was hoping for at our tent, but she didn’t make it. “Fuck fuck fuck noooooo” she moaned and pulled her hands away. I could see a dark patch spreading in her jeans. Frantically, she pulled her jeans down, pee spraying everywhere, being pushed out with such force that it forced its way through her soaking panties , spraying all over her jeans as she pulled them down, all over her legs and then, finally, on the muddy floor. She stood there, barely even squatting, as pee poured out of her and kept pouring and pouring, unstoppable. Finally, after she had finished, she looked over at me, embarrassed. Luckily, nobody else had come near us, so she took her jeans and panties off, put them in a plastic bag from her handbag and we walked back to the tent with her naked from the waist down and glistening with pee.
    29 points
  14. Hello OmoOrg! I'm Schwall (pronounced Sh-vall) and I'm a digital artist who enjoys omorashi. Although I've only created an account here recently, I've been lurking here, and around the other omo sites we're all familiar with, for many years (dating back to the days of Shara & Ger's Female Desperation site). I decided to take a step out of the shadows and contribute something to the community by sharing my artwork. I wanted to attempt omo artwork both for my own enjoyment and as a challenge for myself as an artist. I hope to create more artwork featuring female video game/anime/etc characters and possibly some original characters I've been designing. I have not decided whether I am open to requests or commissions yet. Making art takes time and effort and energy which are, at times, in short supply. So for now, I'm going to focus on content and characters I enjoy and feel motivated to make. Finally, here is my first finished work of Lara Croft from the 2013 Tomb Raider reboot who has been captured and restrained with a full bladder. I hope you enjoy! Happy Wettings, - Schwall -
    29 points
  15. Part 4 the final flood. Gawd I needed this. I was leaking here and there waiting (and watching some naughty wetting….which is really what made me lose focus and leak a lil in my already wet panties) so I would NOT have thought I had much pee left, after 3x four seconds of leaking already, but gawwwwd did I ever. It just poured out and gushed down my legs splashing on my feet and the floor. So sooooo good! There was hardly a dry spot on the front of my jeans by the end! But the panties hardly looked wet!
    27 points
  16. Short story this week but it was amazing for me... I work in one of those co-working office spaces most days and we have a great coffee and water machine where I fill up very frequently. This leads to me being really well hydrated, but also having to pee pretty frequently, sometimes every hour. Usually, this is no problem as I can just go use the bathroom whenever I want. However, this week I had a call with other team members who live in other places. Since we don't talk often, these meetings can be pretty long like 2-3 hours and so I usually stop drinking water a few hours before so that I don't have to pee during the meeting. However, this time I totally forgot that we were meeting and I had drank so much water that morning that I was peeing every 45 minutes. I join the call and about ten minutes after joining I already start feeling like I could definitely pee again - already about a 4/10 at that point. However, I'm trying to focus and engage with my team. About an hour into the call, I have to pee so badly that my legs are shaking and I'm probably at about an 9/10. A this point I can feel my face flushing as I try not to hold myself in public and I start strategizing to drop off the call for a minute and run to the bathroom. By ten minutes after that, I start feeling a leak sneak out and the area between my legs feels like it's absolutely on fire. At this point, I feel like I'm going to wet myself in my chair any second if I don't go to the bathroom immediately, so I turn off my call and practically run to the restroom. When I get through the door I can't even tell if I'm more horny or more desperate to pee and so I start rubbing my pussy because it feels so intense. I cum in practically seconds and it's the best orgasm of my life. As I'm orgasming, my body decides it can't wait any longer and piss starts flowing out. I walked out of the single person restroom (thank god) totally flushed and feeling incredible, but a bit embarrassed about what I had just done.
    27 points
  17. So I was pretty disappointed I couldn’t hold it long enough to get home and play, especially when I got home and found out I totally had the place to myself for an hour or so. I still wanted to play…..but I definitely didn’t need to pee lol….sigh…..why couldn’t I have held on just a little longer?!?! it was still nice to sit on the deck and relax in the sunshine at the end of a crazy day. And even though I didn’t really neeeeeed to pee like before, the side effect of holding it so long earlier was that I could already feel it again so I totally relaxed and gave in. Mmmmmmm soooo good to finally just let go. Just a little wet spot, but after all the ridiculous situations of the day, it felt amazing to soaking into my jeans and spreading around my ass. Nice ending to a crazy day! you can’t hardly even tell from the front…..maybe I could have totally gotten away with it at work….at least until I turned around
    26 points
  18. Okay so I kind of exploded Everywhere I was sitting here and talking to people over discord just with my arms between my legs and trying to keep myself distracted but I'm a bit tipsy and it only worked for so long I leaked, heavily, mid conversation. Soaking straight through my leggings and into my shorts. Wanting to preserve my chair, I decided to try and make it to the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't. But this kink in general is one of those things where the closer to success at the time of failure, you know. There's an aesthetic there. I didn't even MAKE it close and exploded within 3 seconds of standing up I spent a lot of this hold sitting, you understand. I'm also recovering from a health issue. Yes I'm making excuses. The gravitational drop. You know the one. I managed to clench it back for 3 seconds before the cracks started forming. I tried, pressure with both hands, dancing, moaning, contorting, none of it stopped that crack from turning into an explosive opening and me pissing so hard that the pee coming from between my fingers RE-combined to form its own heavy stream. But oh my god I was not expecting a pressure that hard, I literally could not take it and no amount of squeaky squeaks and jumps could save it. The shorts are SIGNIFICANTLY darker in the front and back now and the leggings are positively glistening. I had the foreknowledge to place multiple towels though, lucky me!! Bet you would have loved to hear it, you know if you've read any of my writings before that I have like, a habit of begging at myself and being very "to the bitter end" about things. I'm soaked as is everything around me. Looking down at my lil exposed belly, its now like 3x smaller. My bladder can put in some fucking work for what the rest of me is the size of in comparison, like damn. I think my best recorded capacity was like 1.3 or something. I hope you all enjoyed it. I was hoping for slightly more engagement but I was LITERALLY the test run, can't expect peeps to show up when you debut an experimental forum on the spot. Still, hopefully this alleviates some issues right! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask ♥♥
    26 points
  19. Woke up this morning bursting to pee! Quite literally ran to my car to grab the pull-ups I had brought home yesterday. I had to stop and grab my pussy a few times because I was so desperate and scared I’d have a genuine accident all over the floor! Luckily made it into a pull-up and hopped in the tub. I tried to hold it but a few dribbles snuck out which allowed the flood gates to open. The hissing sounds turn me on soooo much. I love watching the pull-up expand and the piss seep out, and then rubbing the wetness against my pussy and squeezing out the excess is the ultimate experience. Can’t wait to do it again later! 67482447735__0D909ED3-6B76-4C00-B127-E6F2F10CADD2.MOV
    25 points
  20. Here is a clip from the video. I have been holding since 2p and drinking 8oz every half hour. I took this video at 6:30p!! I was leaking quite a bit at this point and totally lost it shortly after IMG_6629.MOV
    24 points
  21. I work in a really professional job. It’s inappropriate for me to play there, so I don’t. But yesterday was the day that tested me the most in quite a long time…. it all started with it being casual Friday. I love jeans day, but for whatever reason, jeans totally get me thinking about wetting so for that (and various other reason) I was already thinking about it before I even left for work. I had an absolutely jam packed day in my schedule, but even so there’s usually a chance to slip out to the bathroom. So I don’t even think about what I’m drinking. My usual is water and coffee at home, then a large coffee in the car, a litre of sparkling water before lunch, and one after lunch. I often have another coffee or a soda at lunch. Yesterday was exactly that. coffee and water at home and then I finished the to-go coffee and got into the water before I even went into the first location I had to visit-a new site I’ve never been to. We got a tour (which did not include bathrooms) but I didn’t need it yet anyway. I finished the water and was totally feeling it by the time I had to leave at lunch. I figured I’d find someone to ask on the way out, but it was lunch there and no one around. Sigh. No worries, not incredibly urgent yet, plus I had to stop for lunch anyway and I knew the place I was thinking of has a bathroom. still, as I was driving there I couldn’t help but think about how naughty and food it would feel to leak a little just for funnnn….but I didn’t. Placed my order, went to dash back to the bathroom. “Out of order” This NEVER happens to me. In fact I’ve always thought people overplayed how often this happens but yup. Out of order. Sorry for the inconvenience. Sigh. That made me squirm a little, because I was so close to relief and holding a lot of coffee and water since early that morning then my order took for. Freaking. Ever. I dunno if it was being so close and denied, or just waiting around with nothing to think about but that, but I was feeeeeling it so bad. Thankfully, my second site was just around the corner. Parking there is a bitch though, and of course I had to park waaay down the street around the corner. Siiiiigh. Long walk, carrying a ton of stuff, including my salad and drink and another big bottle of water and freaking squirming finalllllly made it inside, and went to sign in. Of course two people nab me right away, before I can even set my stuff down or sneak into the bathroom. This location has THE. WORST. Bathroom situation. One tiny bathroom right in the main office, paper thin walls, no privacy and the only other bathroom waaaaaay down an obscure hall. So aside from excusing myself mid conversation to loudly pee in the bathroom right next to everyone, I was stuck being professional. Besides, it’s really hard to catch people at this location so I didn’t want to miss the chance to connect about some important stuff. Finalllllly got free, and went to drop my stuff in the room I was using and hit the bathroom. Walking down the endless hall, praying no one would stop me…..Potty dancing as I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down, yanking my panties out of the way and finallllllllly letting go. Sooooooo good. The. Longest. Pee. It went on and on and onnnnnn. Gawd I needed that so bad. spoiler alert….the afternoon was even worse (and yes, it will eventually end with a pee experience….) to be continued
    24 points
  22. 1,609 downloads

    This is a custom video from LizRaw. The story line follows her stumbling into her step-brothers room wanting to hangout, before quickly realising he's desperate. There's loads of teasing involved and an interesting twist at the end of the video - you'll have to download it to find out what that is Hope everyone enjoys!:)
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  23. I woke up early one morning to my usual alarm: a full bladder. The familiar swell of morning urine was visible by a bump in the waistband of my baby blue panties. I was so tired, but I managed to roll out of bed and stumble into the hallway. "Hey, Felicity," my roommate greeted as she entered the bathroom. I shyly covered my chest, wearing only a white tank top. "Hey," I mumbled back as she shut the door. My hand went to my crotch as the sensation started to get to me. I retreated into my room and threw on a big, black t-shirt. I wasn't going to get completely dressed since I usually went back to bed after I pee'd for the first time. I sat on the edge of my bed, squirming and pinching at my crotch. I could hear the patter of my roommate's urine stream through the walls, an uncomfortable reminder. I heard the front door open and close. "Danielle?" a male voice called. My heart started fluttering. I had a huge crush on my roommate's brother. "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out!" she called back. I really wanted to talk to him. I hurried over to my mirror and sat on the floor in front of it, my legs criss-crossed and jiggling from my need to pee. I hurriedly started brushing my knotted, silver-blond hair, scooting back and forth. I took out my makeup and started on that, too. It was a little tedious because I could hardly sit still. I winced and wriggled my butt as I screwed the eyeliner cap back on, grabbing my vagina right after. Man, I had to pee. I had to pee so bad my back teeth were swimming. I moved my foot under my butt so I could scoot my pussy into my heel. Not long after that, if I wasn't holding or rubbing myself, I was fucking with the waistband of my underwear. The bit of pressure it put on my pee baby was enough to make me aware of it, slightly intensifying my distracting urge to urinate. I was desperate by the time I finished. I could hear the two talking in the main room. I stood up and froze there with my legs crossed for a minute, my full bladder pulsating with urgency. I stood dancing at my dresser as I pulled off my big shirt and decided what to wear. I almost couldn't even think. My urinary system demanded so much of my attention. My urethra, as well as my thighs, were constantly straining to keep my pee in. I never held my morning pee in this long. It was practically unheard of. I hopped from foot to foot, huffing in frustration. I was overthinking my outfit. Plus, I was starting to sweat from having to pee so bad. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, squeezing and unsqueezing between my legs and pulling at my the butt of my underwear like I had a wedgie or something. I threw something on, checked myself out in the mirror (pee dancing of course), then took it off and stood there puzzling again. A surge of pressure threatened to make me piss myself right there. I gripped myself and doubled over, filling my cheeks with air and squeezing my eyes shut. A little bit of pee trickled out and dampened my underwear, making me hop around and writhe madly to keep my urine in. My eyes were watering. I thought I had more control than this. I couldn't believe I was about to piss myself! I jumped into some jean shorts and threw on a sweatshirt, deciding any further outfit choice could be made after my pressing need was taken care of. It was an emergency. I scrambled to my bedroom door and swung it open, finding myself face to face with my roommate's brother. "Hey," he greeted, with a smile that made me melt. "H-hey," I replied, struggling to stay composed. "I didn't know you were home," he said, entering the bathroom. No no no, please, let me in first... "Oh, yeah, I'm home," I stuttered awkwardly, trying to nonchalantly cross my legs. My bladder was pounding with urgency. He looked down at my antsy feet. "Hey, do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked, stepping out. I turned so red my face felt hot. "No, no! Go ahead, seriously! I was just... going to get some breakfast." "Ah," he said, smiling at me as he shut the door. I wedged my hands between my thighs and doubled over. I couldn't even remember a time where I needed to pee this badly. "Breakfast, huh?" my roommate teased from down the hallway. I shushed her. "What do you want? A smoothie? A bowl of cereal with extra milk? Whatever you have, you're definitely gonna want some orange juice." I hobbled into the kitchen, sitting uncomfortable on a stool and tightly crossing my legs, rocking back and forth. "I have to go so bad, Dani, I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants..." "Why'd you wait so long?" There was a pause. "You were doing your makeup for Adam, is that it?" "Shut up! No I wasn't!" I said in a hushed voice. "Well, you probably have time to pee in the sink. He told me he had to shit." My heart sunk. "What? You're joking." She shrugged. "He did offer you the bathroom first. You didn't wanna take it. So what do you want to eat, for real this time?" I gasped as a little bit of urine leaked out. I squeezed my crotch and froze, tightening every muscle in my body. "Jeez, Felicity..." "Don't do that..." I muttered, hiding my face in my hands. "This is so embarrassing..." "Hey, everyone's gotta pee," she playfully punched my in the shoulder. "Distract yourself. What do you want to eat?" I groaned. "I don't want to pile anything on top of this," I said, grimacing. "Eggs it is," she said, pulling them out of the fridge. "You want toast, too?" A little bit more urine leaked out and I jumped out of the seat, writhing around crazily, trying not to piss on myself. "O-Oh my god!" I gasped, dropping down to one knee to dig my heel into my dribbling vagina. The pressure just wouldn't dissipate. It lingered furiously, threatening to push more liquid waste out of my exhausted urethra at any moment. My underwear was pretty warm and wet at this point. I could feel the firm shape of my bloated urinary organ in my lower belly, especially when I tried to stand up straight. Danielle lowered her voice. "Okay, completely serious, you probably do have time to pee in the sink. It's better than peeing your pants." "I can't!" I said, on the brink of tears. "Ohhh god..." I whined, wriggling like crazy. "Look at me. Are you gonna pee your pants if you keep holding it much longer?" My bladder felt like it was going to explode. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe. I couldn't answer her question. I just unbuttoned my shorts and, holding myself as tight as I could, got up and rushed to the sink. I peed a little bit as I stood up. I yanked my shorts down and hopped up on the sink, bursting almost as soon as I was in position. I let out a choked sigh of relief, shuddering with euphoria. As if on cue, I heard the bathroom door open. In terror, I clenched every muscle below my waist, painfully stemming the stream to a dribble, and hopped off the sink. I frantically yanked my pants up, slowly wetting my underwear more and more. I writhed around and clutched at my vagina, desperately trying to force my screaming, overfull bladder to stop draining. Adam turned the corner as the dribbling grew to a jet of piss spraying out of my urethra, soaking the crotch of my jean shorts, rapidly traveling down my inner thighs and letting yellow liquid streak down my legs. His face went white, looking completely shocked as he watched my soil my pants. Danielle had her hnds cupped over her mouth in shock. Urine pattered at my feet. My legs were pressed tightly together, and my hand was gripping my squirting vagina. I couldn't look in anyone's direction as I suddenly bolted past them and into the bathroom, my bladder continuing to drain as I did so, undoubtedly leaving a trail of piss behind me. I emptied my bladder completely into my shorts while I sat on the toilet, wholeheartedly mortified and in disbelief of what just happened.
    23 points
  24. Traffic really sucks where I live and the commute from downtown to the suburbs can get rough. Now, I love desperation play and pushing myself until I'm bursting. This is typically my limit because my SO does not share this fetish Lucky me, my hubby wasn't home tonight so I made sure to drink as much water as possible to ensure that I was bursting by the time worked ended. I knew the ride home was going to be painful, but I kept drinking water to see if I could make myself have an accident on the rare night I'm home alone. Oh boy. It didn't take long until I was stuck in dead stop traffic due to an accident and started squirming. I was busting to pee but I literally had my car in park. I decided that instead of waiting until home and waiting to have a talk accident in my diaper, screw it, just pass my pants now. Oh my goodness, just feeling the pee gush out all over my pussy and completely soak into my panties and jeans was orgasmic. The wonderful benefit of this purposeful accident was having to be in my completely soaked jeans for the next hour. When I got home, it was still very bright out and a lot of neighbors out. It was pretty clear I had completely pissed my pants. I got out if the car and just started to work around my yard, almost hoping one of my neighbors would see how dirty I had been, but sadly they all went inside before they could have caught a glimpse. This did give me a very great way to get some open shots of me and my wet pants. I really hope someone caught me snapping these so they could see just how bad I am at holding my bladder now.
    23 points
  25. Do you ever wonder, when watching our videos, where our models come from and how they end up on HD Wetting? In this candid interview with Gabriella she shares her journey and what led hear to HD Wetting. She talks about how she first got involved with the adult modeling industry, as well as her history with wetting accidents. Also, she talks about what it is really like filming wetting scenes. vid_1148.mp4
    23 points
  26. s7D9gXAxim2XVRNj.mp4 Hello I've come across this amazing video on twitter but i cant seem to be able to find more of her *peeing* videos when i search for her name on the top right
    23 points
  27. For a while I have been browsing through old stories and posts on here and it really struck me what a huge free resource this is so I wanted to stop and thank every single one of you who share experiences, write stories (and even novels!), share pictures and comics and put videos on for others to enjoy. There is so much quality content here all without cost which makes this site incredible and wonderful. huge thanks to the moderators too keeping everything ticking over so well. Your work is appreciated.
    22 points
  28. 7,985 downloads

    Collection of diaper and pull-up videos from PeachyPoppy. As a heads up, there is also male nudity in a few of the videos - A guy pees into her diaper in a couple videos, and there is a sex scene in one of the videos.
    Free
    22 points
  29. Ok so back story - I’m at a local park in Nashville walking around late at night playing some Pokémon go. I texted a friend and her him know I’d be there and he said he’d be off work soon so he’d swing by. I had been out earlier that evening and was wearing grey/blue shorts, tighty whities, and a white shirt. I stopped to do a few laps at the park to play Pokémon and get some walking in. After 40 mins and 2 miles later my friend still hadn’t shown up (no biggy we didn’t have anything planned it was sort of a if you’re free situation) and I had to pee (about a 7 out of 10) so I went to my car. I got in and said I’d wait another 10 mins just to see if he messages. About 10 mins to the dot he messages and apologizes that he’s just finishing now and headed over. I joked that I had to pee and was about to leave but I’d stay for a short bit if he hurried. Thankfully he showed up not long after, turned out he had a long day of work so I was just standing at his jeep while he just stayed in the car and we talked and played and just hung out. Meanwhile I’m starting to do a subtle pee dance and passing grabs of my crotch 8/10 but thankfully he couldn’t see. I made a comment about having to pee again and he just laughed it off. This went on for another 30 or so minutes with my need to pee increasing by the minute. I was shifting around a lot now and he commented that it looked like I was trying to dance. I was at about a 9.5 but was now embarrassed so I stopped moving to not draw attention. That’s when it happened. I leaked. I cursed under my breath and grabbed my crotch and leaked again. This time he saw and you could see slight wetness around my hand. I needed to pee right then and there and it was coming out whether I wanted it to or not. My face flushed red and he laughed and said go run behind the bushes (maybe 200 feet away). Thankfully it was night so it was dark out where I could hide behind a bush. I leaked again and he told me to go run and that he was gonna head out anyways. I said bye and took off. I got maybe half way before I just started going. I couldn’t hold it any more. I ran behind the bushes wiped it out and finished peeing but the damage was already done. Then as I started walking back towards my car my friend turned his car directly towards me with his high beams on dying laughing. His only comment was “big oof - a little old to be wetting your pants” in between laughs. I was mortified but also super turned on and told him it was his fault he showed up so late. that was it and we parted our ways sadly but still a great night.
    22 points
  30. I don’t get the opportunity to play in dipes too often, and when I do, I almost exclusively prefer goodnites. but I’ve had some leftover grown ups dipes for a long time now, just waiting for the right moment. Tonight I had already played a lot, left some naughty puddles, held it like craaaaazy, even leaked a little towards the end, which is rare for me. Soooo good, but after it was all cleaned up, and I already had to pee again, it seemed like the perfect night to be lazy and indulgent and put on a big puffy dipe. to be honest, I don’t even know what this is, but it fits like a dream and it’s super cozy and soft. I love the Velcro fasteners!! Aside from not being adorable, it’s pretty amazing! Think anyone would notice if I went out like this?? Just kidding. This dipe is for at-home play only, but I love how naughty it feels peeking out the top of the shorts. It would be fun to be out in public like this with a partner who enjoyed this (and who could walk behind me and hide my puffy diaper butt) I definitely know I won’t be able to resist putting it to very good use….it’s a lil wet already
    21 points
  31. Part 3 back to sitting. So by the time I got back to sit down, my jeans looked waaaaaay more wet than before, not because I’d leaked, just because it kept spreading. Soooo wet that this four seconds of wetting barely showed up. But it still felt amazing and it ran over the edge of the chair and onto the floor the same way it had before…. it was sooo hard to stop. Gawd before: And during:
    21 points
  32. Part 2 so the next four seconds was standing. For whatever reason this didn’t seem quite as wet as the first one. Still so good, especially because I love the way it feels wetting down my legs like that Again same issue when I was done wetting, the wet continued to spread and spread! Not necessarily a bad thing, I guess I’ve just never realized how much it spreads because I typically let it all out at once. It was totally fun to do it this way (although so hard to stop!) FullSizeRender.MOV Thanks! It was funnnnn
    21 points
  33. redditsave.com_woman_desperately_shits_her_pants-t7ea2nh6v5j71.mp4
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  34. Her heart began to beat faster as he slowly walked towards the bed…. “Alex” The devilish smirk on his face sending shivers through her body… “Alex” She gasped softly as his fingers softly stroked up her legs as he knelt on the bed between them… “ALEX!” Her breath quickened as he hooked his fingers underneath the edge of her knickers, slowly pulling them to the side… “Earth to Alex, hellooooo” She whimpered as he moved his tongue towards her eager pussy and let out a long moan as he teasingly licked up her slit, moving closer to her throbbing, swollen cli… “ALEX! Do you want this drink or not?”. Suddenly the vision of her boyfriend vanished from her mind as she snapped back to reality and she looked round to find Zoe staring at her, holding a glass of wine towards her. She nodded and took the drink, thanking her friend as she did. She placed the glass down in front of her and let out a sigh. “Are you okay over there Alex?, thought we lost you for a moment”. “Oh…yeah I’m fine” “Are you sure, you look a little flushed?”. “Yeah I’m errr…it's just a little warm in here” she replied realising she must be blushing. “As long as that’s all it is, we’ve already had one who can’t hold their drink, we don’t want you going the same way”. She looked over at Zoe and assured she was fine before turning back to the now almost empty glass in front of her. She picked it up taking a long sip, trying to distract herself from the thoughts that had just taken over her mind. The thoughts of what had happened the last time she had got home from a night out with the girls and the amazing love making that had ensued with her boyfriend. She blamed the waitress for her sudden daydreaming. She had come over to their table to announce it was almost time for last orders so if they wanted any more drinks to order them now. That had led to her realising that if it was last orders then it would soon be time to head home and more than likely have sexy time fun with James. That had of course led her to remembering the last time and how amazing it had been. They always had amazing sex but there was something about the way James was all over her when she came back from nights out that just hit differently and now she was thinking about it she couldn’t wait to get home to him. More importantly she couldn’t wait to see his face when he took off her dress and he saw the new sexy purple underwear she had on underneath. She squirmed gently in her seat feeling her pussy reacting to those thoughts and realised that by the time he saw her new knickers for the first time they would probably be soaking wet. She smiled to herself then shook herself back to reality once more before her mind took over again. She turned her attention to her friends, listening to their conversation as she sipped her wine. It had been a great night out celebrating Emily’s 30th birthday. They had originally met up in the town where they lived and gone to one of the local restaurants with Emily’s family and friends where they had had a gorgeous meal. After the meal those who were up for it had gotten the train into town where they had met up with some more people, to hit up the bars and really let loose. When they had started in town there were about fifteen of them altogether but as the night went on they had gradually lost a few who had left as they had had enough and unfortunately one of the girls had clearly had one too many shots and ended up being sick so a couple of her friends had taken her home. After the last bar had kicked out they had lost a few more which left seven of them in total who had made their way to one of the few bars still left open, where they been for the last hour and was now getting ready to close. She had already decided that no matter what the others were doing after this bar closed she was going to head home. She was starting to get tired, her feet ached from all the dancing and now she had James on her mind. It was all she could think about, getting home to him so he could have his way with her. As if reading her mind Jenny picked up her phone then announced “right girls, I’m heading off, my husband has come to pick me up, he is just parked down the street”. She stood up putting on her coat and Lucy piped up “do you think your husband would mind giving me a lift, you are heading my way”. Jenny said that would be fine so Lucy scooched along the bench and stood up. Emily went to sit back down after letting Lucy out but Alex stopped her, sensing her chance. She had been needing to pee for a while but being trapped in the corner of the booth she had kept putting it off not wanting to disturb the others and for the past ten minutes or so had been hoping one of them would also need to go and get up so she could get out. She scooched along the bench and stood up. She waited to say goodbye to Jenny and Lucy and once they had left she turned and headed to the back of the bar and up the stairs to where the toilets were. When she reached the top of the stairs she found a small queue outside the ladies bathroom and joined it, laughing to herself about how she always seemed to find herself in this situation. She always waited and put off coming to pee until she was at a point where she was busting to go and then always found a queue when she did eventually give in and go to the bathroom. Like earlier in the evening. When they first arrived in town they had gone to Wetherspoons and whilst there she needed to pee but kept putting it off not wanting to break the seal. When they left Wetherspoons she had decided to wait until they got to the first bar and of course when they got there there was a queue to get in. Whilst in that queue she had started regretting not peeing before they left Wetherspoons, especially when two of the other girls had left the queue to go pop a squat in an alley somewhere. She had wanted to go with them but wasn’t the type to go around peeing outside for all to see. By the time she had got into the bar and headed for the ladies she had found another small queue and had to stand squirming and dancing, bursting to pee all because of her stupid brain telling her she could wait. When she had finally got to pee the relief had been amazing and she had told herself not to let herself get to that point again. That hadn’t been much of an issue through the night as after breaking the proverbial seal she had been nipping to the loo every half hour or so. However now she had done it again, waited too long even though she had access to the loo all that time and now she once again stood in a queue squirming on the spot bursting for a wee. As she moved forward in the queue she heard her name and turned round to see Steph appear at the top of the stairs. “Was wondering where you had gone, thought you had been a while”. Steph looked past at the few people waiting and added “ahhh, makes sense, there is always a queue right”. Alex nodded in agreement and moaned “they need to be quick though I really need a wee”. Steph nodded and replied “yeah me too, they are starting to ask people to finish off their drinks and head out so I thought I'd better come to the loo”. They stood chatting as they slowly moved along the queue and eventually Alex was first in line. “You’d think they would have more toilets for a place this size” said Steph, pointing at the two stalls in the ladies room. Alex had been thinking the same thing. Though it wasn’t a big bar like some of the others they had been in it still had space for plenty of people and with only two stalls it was no wonder there was a queue. Finally one of the stalls became free and Alex headed inside, pushing the door shut behind and dropping the latch. She quickly shimmied up her red dress and pulled down her lacy thong before hovering above the toilet and relaxing. She sighed gently as she started peeing and her bladder began to empty. She smiled to herself when she saw a little wet spot on her purple knickers where her thoughts of James had made themselves known. She stopped her mind from wandering and finished up peeing. When she came out of the stall she quickly washed her hands and headed back down to the bar and re-joined her friends. A couple of minutes later Steph came back and when she had sat down Emily turned to them and said “right, what are we wanting to do now”. Alex was glad when the general consensus was to head home. The nightclub across town had been mentioned which really didn’t appeal to her so was ready to be a party pooper and decline going but thankfully the others were ready to head home too. Five minutes later the waitress came over to their table to grab some of the empty glasses and said “okay guys can we start drinking up and heading out we are closing in five minutes”. Alex glanced at her watch and was shocked to find it was almost half 3. She felt a pang of guilt about it being so late as James was coming to pick her up. Every time she went out anywhere she always said she would get a taxi home but James always insisted on coming to get her, no matter what time it was, all she had to do was ring him when she was ready. She always felt guilty that he was having to wait up and come out in the middle of the night but it's what he insisted on and behind the guilt she always felt happy knowing he only wanted to keep her safe. She picked up her wine glass and realised there was still quite a bit left having barely touched this one. She took a few long sips and then when she saw the bouncers coming over to move people out she quickly downed what remained, not wanting to waste any of it. She put on her coat, grabbed her bag and headed for the doors. As she walked outside she felt a head rush, whether it was the cold air, the fact she had just downed half a glass of wine or a mixture of the two she suddenly realised how drunk she was. She never let herself get so drunk that she couldn’t take care of herself but she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. Her friends followed her out and they walked up towards the high street. After they had decided not to bother going to the nightclub they had instead decided to go and get some food from somewhere which was good news for Alex as she was feeling hungry, it seemed like ages since they had their meal, plus what better way to combat the effects of alcohol than a greasy burger or kebab. As they walked up the street Laura announced that her boyfriend was on the way for her so wasn’t coming to get food so when they reached the high street they found a bench to sit on and wait with her. As the minutes passed Alex found herself wishing Laura’s boyfriend would hurry up and get here. Just sitting there she was really feeling the chill of the early morning air and kept pulling her coat around her. Which was kind of helping a little but alas it didn’t cover her legs, she was starting to wish she had worn tights. Eventually Laura’s phone rang and she answered. She said where they were and after a couple of minutes a car pulled up just down from where they were sitting. Alex said her goodbyes and stood up ready to head off to the takeaway whilst a couple of the others walked with Laura to the car. She stood watching them chit chatting at the car when Zoe said something behind her. Alex looked round and said “sorry were you talking to me then, I was miles away”. Zoe laughed then said “I was just saying that I should have gone for a wee before we left the bar, I didn’t think at the time as the bouncers were ushering people out”. Alex just nodded in agreement, she was glad she had been before they left, if she hadn’t she would have another problem to deal with on top of being cold. When Laura had driven off and the others had come back they set off in search of food. They walked through town, making their way through their fellow late night revellers and eventually came to an area of town where they knew they would find a takeaway still open. They spotted a couple along the street still open and made a decision as to what kind of food they wanted. They settled on the takeaway towards the other end of the street as it offered more choice, the other was primarily a chicken shop. As they walked along the street Emily got excited at the smells coming from the takeaways and moaned she was starving. The others agreed and then Zoe added “do you think this place will have a toilet available to use?”. Steph looked back and replied “I’m sure they will have”. Zoe nodded and moaned “I hope so, I really need a wee”. Emily turned to look back and said “I could do with a wee as well, come on, it's not much further. Alex continued walking along, thankful once again that she had gotten the chance to pee before leaving the bar. To Be Continued.
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  35. Wasn't even looking for anything. Just found this while going through insta. Pees in her Bikini. A small stream can be seen. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc02MqBLm0v/?hl=en Sommer Ray on Instagram_ “how to pee in the ocean 101 lol”.mp4
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  36. Howdy everyone! Some of my favorite stories on this site are the ones set in some kind of dystopian hellhole where there are laws prohibiting or restricting female urination - it's an exciting fantasy to think about, albeit a horrific human rights violation if applied in real life. This got me thinking, though, what about a society where there aren't necessarily these dystopian laws restricting restroom access, but holding is just kind of a peculiar custom that's been part of a culture for as long as anyone can remember? What if the people there don't really feel the need to pass any laws on the subject because that's just the way they've always done things? I wrote this little summary of a bizarre country with bizarre customs that others may find repulsive, but hey, that's just the way they like to live! - Bart Z. I come from a small island nation in the Indian Ocean called the Kingdom of Jalabhumi. We are quite remote and removed from the rest of the world, but we have gradually begun to open up to the world in recent years. Most people don’t even know our country exists, but the people who do know about us are always highly impressed by our unique culture and stunning natural landscapes. The people of Jalabhumi are a mix of the many different groups who settled on our island over the years, ancient navigators who came from Southern India, the eastern coast of Africa, Sumatra, and Java. The Jalabhumese language is Dravidian in origin, somewhat related to Malayalam, but with some Bantu and Austronesian elements. Our religion is polytheistic and unlike any other in the world. Our cuisine is largely based on fish, nuts, and fruits, with our island’s fertile soil producing the juiciest and sweetest fruits you can possibly imagine. Our society is highly matriarchal and our monarchy is matrilineal, with women largely dominating society and politics from the very earliest days of our country’s foundation. In fact, men were not even granted the right to vote until 1997, as our formerly reclusive nation gradually began to be exposed to the outside world. Women are traditionally viewed as the indispensable overseers of the country, mothers, matriarchs, and carriers of children. Men are viewed as the more dispensable, dedicated warriors willing to die to protect the nation and its women, collect food, and provide the seed for the next generation. As you can tell, our culture is extremely unique. However, quite possibly the most unique cultural trait about our country is something that often astonishes visitors more than anything else about us. Many who come here hate this practice, or think it’s a savage way of thinking by an “uncivilized” nation, but I have come to this website because I think I may have found the one group of people in the world who will appreciate this ancient custom so dear to us. You see, in our culture, it is viewed as socially unacceptable for women to urinate, at least in the manner and frequency that they do in most other parts of the world. Girls are trained to hold large amounts of liquid in their bladders from adolescence onwards. By the age of 20, a woman is expected to be able to go at least, at the very, VERY least, 48 hours of drinking a large volume of liquid without allowing one drop to escape her bladder. Women’s restrooms are practically nonexistent in this country and the majority of women adamantly oppose any effort to build any new ones to accommodate the growing tourist industry. Women here largely view unlimited access to urination as a barbaric and disgusting foreign custom, entirely alien to, and incompatible with Jalabhumese values. Foreigners who come here are often viewed as disrespectful for demanding more restrooms and for urinating openly in the sea and in the forests. While we are grateful for the increased volume of visitors who have come here in recent years to contribute to our economy, we only wish they could respect the local customs a little more and not try to impose their alien way of life on our country. This custom is not something we would normally even think about on a day to day basis. Jalabhumese women view a perpetually full bladder as a mundane part of daily living; part and parcel of the experience of womanhood. Free urination is considered to be a habit of men, an example of men’s perceived lack of self-control, whether sexually or otherwise. A woman’s ability to control her bladder shows dignity, discipline, and self-restraint. The only time we really think about our custom is when foreign women (or more rarely, the occasional undisciplined Jalabhumese woman) either urinates uncontrollably or complains about needing to urinate. To give an example in more familiar terms, it’s like how you might not think about how rude and uncivilized it is to belch or fart in polite company until you see someone doing it. Or perhaps if you see someone cough in someone’s face instead of covering their mouth. With our country’s newfound popularity amongst travelers, we have been forced to look inward and truly think about how different our customs are from other places. The custom of women holding their urine in rather than releasing it is an ancient one, and is even baked into Jalabhumi’s traditional religion and our national origin myth. On this island, we worship many gods and goddesses, but the highest among them is the great Goddess Anakketta. In the past, other gods were worshipped to a higher degree than they are today, but devotion to Anakketta has served us so well over the years that She is widely considered to be the symbol of the nation. According to the ancient texts, Anakketta was once a simple island girl born in a time dominated by men. In this time, everyone let their waters loose freely without any thought. Anakketta was considered a very strange girl because she would drink and drink and drink, her bladder would expand, and she would hold it all in. The men of the island were repulsed by her habits and made fun of her, but the women were impressed and many of them joined her. The men, frightened by their wives participating in such a strange activity, banished Anakketta to the hills and forbade their wives from keeping their bladders full. But one day, after a storm, an enormous tidal wave appeared, threatening to drown everyone on the island. The men who banished Anakketta realized they had no one else to turn to. They rushed to the hills and called upon her to save them. And so, she opened her mouth wide, swallowed the giant wave, and held back the flood. No matter how full her bladder got, she did not leak one drop. It was at this moment when the simple girl Anakketta became a goddess. As the men of the island bowed to Her and apologized for their mistake, She forgave them, but She also asked the islanders to abide by Her rules: She will continue to hold back the flood and protect the island, but she cannot do it alone. All women must help her by holding back their own floods. They must drink and drink and drink, let their bladders expand, and hold it all in, just as Anakketta had done for them. But the men objected. They told the Goddess that they couldn’t possibly hold in their waters the way women do. But Anakketta simply smiled, and answered that She does not need the help of men. Since the men have demonstrated that they do not have the spiritual strength that women do, they cannot be trusted to maintain discipline with such a task. So, the men of the island would be free to release their waters as much as they want, but as a consequence, they will lose their dominant position in society and the women would rule. The islanders all agreed to these terms, and thus, the nation of Jalabhumi was born. To this day, the Goddess Anakketta is believed to be a dam protecting Jalabhumi, and the women of the island are the maintenance workers, working hard to make sure She stays intact. Religious devotion to Anakketta is pervasive in all aspects of society. Obviously, a human woman cannot hold her urine forever like a powerful Goddess can. But when a Jalabhumese woman does eventually succumb to the inevitable need to empty her bladder, there is a ritual that must be done first. Jalabhumese women, typically in groups, will approach an altar dedicated to Anakketta and recite a prayer thanking Her for continuing to hold back the flood. Once finished, each woman will urinate into a container while praying to Anakketta to take on the liquid that they were unable to hold. The urine is then taken by a priestess to be poured into the ocean, which is believed to represent the infinite bladder capacity of the Goddess. Men such as myself, on the other hand, typically just pee into the ocean whenever we want. We do pray to Anakketta and thank her constantly for not giving us this burden. We are grateful for our wives and girlfriends and mothers and sisters for sacrificing comfort, and we devote ourselves to protecting them and making them happy. And of course, I won’t lie and say that most Jalabhumese men aren’t intensely attracted to a woman who can hold a lot of liquid for a long time. It is a major turn on for myself and many of my male friends to see a bulging bladder on a woman. While some of us are impressed by the beauty of foreign women, sorry ladies, but most Jalabhumese men won’t even approach women unless we can see how full your bladder is. We view women as the backbone of our society. They protect us spiritually, while we defend them physically. One such woman for whom the people of Jalabhumi have the utmost devotion, is our Queen, Archita Ottakam XIV. She is a member of the Ottakam dynasty, perhaps one of the oldest reigning dynasties in the world. Much like how the Emperors of Japan were traditionally believed to be the descendants of Amaterasu, we believe that the Queen of Jalabhumi is the direct descendant of Anakketta. Only women are allowed to reign as monarch, just as Anakketta commanded. It is often said that the royals of Jalabhumi have the most powerful bladders in the entire world. Queen Archita herself is said to only empty her bladder once every year - and while we often like to believe that for fun, we all know it’s just an exaggeration. However, her capacity is extremely impressive, even for Jalabhumese standards. She is often spotted in public sporting a humongous bladder bulge, making her look eight months pregnant. While seeing bladder bulges are extremely common in our country, hers is amongst the largest. Royal women are trained from an early age to expand their bladder capacities as much as possible. It takes an extreme amount of discipline and prayer to Anakketta. The women of this country adore and admire our Queen and seek to model themselves and their lives after her. We believe that our faith in the Goddess Anakketta and Her ability to hold back the flood has helped us remain an independent kingdom, uninterrupted by any foreign invaders for millennia. Throughout the colonial period, many a European empire tried to claim our island and failed spectacularly. First came the Portuguese, and then the Dutch, and then the French, and then the British. And one by one, we fought them off. As India, Africa, and Indochina fell prey to European forces, we held back the flood and remained a self-governing nation. In 1941, as other nations fell to the Japanese, we held back the flood. In 1961, when India invaded Goa, they also tried to invade us, but we held back the flood. Today, as China and the United States squabble for influence all over Asia, we hold back the flood. And it doesn’t even just end at protecting our nation from foreign invaders, but also from the danger of rising tides. Neighboring islands such as the Maldives, the British Indian Ocean Territory, and the Indian state of Lakshadweep are all in danger of sinking into the sea as climate change causes the sea level to rise. Yet despite our close proximity to these nations, our island is protected by its geography - it is high enough to avoid flooding and its hilly landscape gives us ample protection whenever a storm comes. We believe that Anakketta protects us by holding back the flood, and our continued maintenance of our tradition honors Her sacrifice to us. We owe all our respects to Anakketta, and thus, we continue to practice the tradition that we believe honors Her and the protection She bestows. This is why we hold this custom so closely to our hearts. It is as important to the Jalabhumese religion as it is for Muslims to avoid eating pork - such a custom may seem strange to outsiders, but if you come from an Islamic background, you’d be just as shocked to see someone who professes to be a Muslim eating bacon as I would be to see a Jalabhumese woman shamelessly emptying her bladder. As I have said, you all here on omorashi.org are probably one of the only groups of people who appreciate and respect our unique custom for what it is. I hope to one day see some of you in my country, and to participate in our ancient customs! Please let me know if there are any questions you have about my country. I would be happy to answer! Thank you.
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  37. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6289386fa0f36 Nudity Warning: She off panties on end. She's too desperate to hold it in & PEES in her panties¡_Mandi MOAR_1080p.mp4
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  38. So I'm like half bending rules here since I'm talking about my highschool year but technically I was 18 so -_- So if this does get removed then rip Even though it was a (insert several years to slightly hide my age:D) ago I still remember this one pretty distinctly. So senior year of highschool, I was taking a chemistry course. The course was standard 1 hour length with a 30 minute additional section and so for the first 30 minutes of class I would have study hall. What I would usually do on a test day is to go to the bathroom in study hall and then I would be able to go through class without a bathroom break. But this was near the end of first semester and grade anxiety was quickly catching up to me. I had been a grade chaser for all my life and here I was staring at a C. And maybe this sounds like "oH nO i gOt a 95% oN mY tEsT" moment but it was really crushing me at the time. But anyways, I was really panicking about this test I had now because if I failed this one I would have to really overperform on the final to get a B. I had a friend in the period before that had the chemistry class with me and I got totally carried away asking questions solving problems that I just kind of forgot that I had to pee in the study hall period. I had peed the period before so the urge wasn't coming to me so I just forgot. When we walked into the classroom, we quickly got ready to take the test. Everything was quiet, the teacher was slowly walking to the front of the class when it hit me that I didn't go. Crap. Then, my friend from before raised her hand and asked if she could go to the bathroom. I thought I met my savior but the teacher was harsh. She was typically known for having the "if you go to the bathroom then its just your problem" mindset and didn't really care, but for graded assignments she was incredibly strict. I guess she saw a problem with having her go before the test started as well. Are you kidding me. But what option do I have. I start solving the problems, scratching down the answers and in the back of my head, I can feel it. The feel of a full bladder, dripping pee into the rubber ball. The test was split into 2 sections. a 45 minute written section. And then a 45 minute practical. I had finished up with the written section a bit early and started flipping the pages from the start to check my answerrs but in reality, my eyes were only reading the letters and not solving anything. My mind was on what to do with my bladder. I did finish early so I was really contemplating asking to got the bathroom... but that would be really embarrassing to admit and imagine if she denied me as I thought she would... maybe I could hold it...no.. annnd the teacher called time. From this point on, we were allowed to move on to the lab portion if we had finished. I got up and moved to the side desk where the lab equipment laid. Titration lab. Great. If anybody forgot high school chemistry, titration literally involves be dripping solutions until you reach a point that you want. Dripping. I started getting ready but my urge was getting really bad. I was starting to be very unstill. My hands and legs were constantly moving even as I stood in line to get the solution from a large beaker. Legs shifting weight from side to side, hands cracking knuckles, stretching, bending over on the table, rubbing my thighs arms. I still remember what I was wearing this day, for god knows why when I don't even remember what I wore yesterday. One size too small blue jeans, white hoodie and a tucked in lavender shirt. I got back to my station with the solutions in hand, and I was starting to sweat. I took my hoodie off to keep working but I could feel the uneasy feeling. As I started turning the burette to let the solutions out, I couldn't handle the drops. To do a titration right, after a certain point, I have to let one drop out at a time to see if the color of the solution changes because one drop can be the difference between a completely clear solution and a really pink one. It took unbearably long. I couldn't handle standing up so mid way through I dragged my chair over to sit down. Nobody else was sitting down. Every drop felt like eternity and every drop felt like a part of my pee escaping my bladder. I somehow managed to get the data and started doing some write ups. Mid way through, I really felt like I couldn't hold it. I stopped working to calm myself down but it didn't work because I felt a small spurt escape me. I unconsciously gasped. I got up and went up to the teacher to ask her for the bathroom but I was unsurprisingly denied. I was so mad that I could be this close to completely wetting myself and she could sit there with her tea and coldly say "no" with the most blank faced expression possible. At this point, I have no memory of what the heck I was doing on the test. I remember some part needed me to dial in some random amount of weight probably to like 1 decimal or something. Hands shaking, I had to take small pieces in and out with the pinch of my fingers and it took absurdly long to dial the weight than any normal human being would. I kept continuing on with the test and the bell rang. We quietly sat as the teacher went around to collect our tests and check that our lab equipment was cleaned. My legs did not stop bouncing. When I thought nobody was watching, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my shirt out to hide the fact that I was releasing pressure from my bladder. But it really didn't help. We finally got dismissed, I grabbed my bag and walked as fast as I could in that capacity to the bathrooms. This was the last period so the halls were aboslutely crowded and so was the bathroom. Nobody was in there in a line, but all the stalls were occupied. Without any regard for my reputation, I banged on the doors as hard as I could, crossing my legs, hands in crotch and squirming. All I heard was a girl yell back SHUT THE FUCK UP. I felt like I was going to pass out but another girl came out before I could. I took the stall immediately. As I slammed my bag on the ground I felt spurts escaping me. One hand was trying to take off my jeans while another was pressed hard into my crotch, stopping it. I stood in this weird contradicting movements for a long time, unable to move, all while I felt my bladder going awol. I decided that I couldn't stay like this forever, took my hands out of my crotch when a long stream of pee started rolling down. I took both hands to quickly remove my jeans but my panties got "stuck". the spurts were coming out in such quick succession I couldn't tell if I was fully peeing or not. I just let go, took my already wet jeans down and sat down, forgetting my panties weren't off. I pushed the pee out without realizing when the loud hissing sound of pee hitting the cloth alerted my ears. I panicked. This wasn't in some desolete place where I could bet that nobody would notice or if they did, that I would never see them again. This was in school. Without thinking I grabbed my crotch with my hands getting pee all over it and almost stood up, now in like a pseudo squat position. I realized my mistakes and sat back down and tried my hardest to stop peeing but I couldn't. After a little bit of time I did get it back under control and peed normally. My panties were completely drenched but I didn't feel comfortable going without them so I wore them regardless. My jeans had a noticeable trail of pee, but luckily my jacket was pretty long and covered up the major damage. I sprinted out of the school to my car.
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  39. Hahaha…. so I had just enough time to eat the salad (why do salads take so long to eat anyway…so much chewing) and drink the bottle of soda before heading into the afternoon. My afternoon was really slammed. Direct with a client and then a double booked meeting that I was going to have to join late, followed by one more meeting lol. honestly, I could have totally peed again before going in with the client but the salad took so freaking long to eat and the bathroom was sooooo far away, just no time. So I didn’t want to open the water, but gawd it was hot and I was thirsty…so against my better judgement I got into it. And of course some unexpected issues came up that I had to follow up on right after, so absolutely no chance to duck into the bathroom before the next meeting, which I was already late to and the water was half gone already Thankfully it was a virtual meeting and I was attending from a private meeting room, so I could relax a bit, but honestly that just gave me more time to sip away at the water and daydream about doing naughty things. And my bladder wasn’t helping. Diet soda is one of my weaknesses. I love it but it makes me have to peeeeee so bad. So I was definitely feeling it just right, perfectly full and a little squirmy and feeling lazy and naughty on a Friday afternoon. Soooo hard not to be naughty. But I settled for squirming against my chair and daydreaming. In my schedule, I had a short break before the next virtual meeting, but in reality, I had to follow up on the issues from before, and the layout of the building meant I was nowhere near the good bathroom. Everything seems to take longer when you’re tight on time, and I was actually running late for my final meeting. So no bathroom, but feeling extra naughty I stopped and refilled the mostly empty sparkling water bottle from the fountain….living very dangerously heading into the final meeting. I can hold a lot, and I was feeling just perfectly full….where it’s a constant reminder but in a good way. Of course an hour into the 1.5 hour meeting, I was absolutely bursting. Squirming, legs together, then crossed, then bouncing. Dyyyyyyying to peeeeee. As I wrapped that meeting up I was reallly hoping I could make it home and give into the temptation to be naughty. Packed up my stuff in record time, did something very bold for me at work…..maybe seems boring and no big deal but it was sooo good and felt super naughty since I never play at work. As I reached way across the table to unplug my computer I took the opportunity to totally grind against the corner of the table. Soooo good. Repeated that a few times and reallllllly had to fight the urge to be naughty….(must try that again later in a more appropriate location). And went to dash (errrrr….take the long walk….sigh) back to my car. was reallllllly feeling it by then. Less of the good feels and more of the totally bursting and can’t stand still, almost unpleasant kind of feels and of course, even though it’s past the end of the day on a Friday, there’s still someone present to nab me and sick me into a follow up on the issues from before. Even worse, we end up having to make a phone call to another person to close the loop on it before heading out. Agony. Absolutely the most I’ve held for ages. I could see my chances of making it home evaporating before my eyes. I don’t like playing when it hurts and i was already there. I was so desperate I was even gonna go in the office bathroom just to get some relief. But I’m the end it was another frantic freaking dash down the stupid hallway because the office was actually locked at this point . I can’t remember a time in recent memory where I’ve had to go that bad. I genuinely could not stand still and couldn’t walk fast enough. I was panting and almost whimpering by the time I made it there. I dunno about you guys, but when I hold it too long, then I have this problem where it’s hard to get started. So I yanked down my stuff again, dropped onto the toilet and prepared for blissful relief. But instead i had this agonizing moment where I couldn’t even pee. Torture. And then when I could, it was just trickling out. I had to go soooooo freaking bad and it was not coming out fast enough at all. It was like I had no control over it, just this maddening little trickle…..It felt sooooo good and also so agonizing all at the same time. I pressed on my bladder and then I couldn’t help but touch myself while I peed, which was ok when it was a trickle, but almost made a mess when it finally started coming out regularlyoops. I didn’t think it was possible, but I peed even longer than I had earlier. To the point that it was embarassing and I was hoping the cleaners didn’t hear me going onnnn and onnnnnn and on. I even thought I should try to stop so that I could play at home like I’d wanted to, but I just couldn’t. It felt so good.
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  40. Girl can't find toilet in the locker room. 230dd55a6ff90c37d070a3b40afd56c1.mp4
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  41. OK so first let me just say that, for those of you who haven't tried it, I urge you give it a try asap because I just had the wildest fucking session and it was in large part due to me absolutely dying for a pee. My beer limit before I break the seal [taking the first pee] when I go out for a night drinking, is usually three. Basically, 3 beers will get my bladder quite full and then if I keep on drinking, I will be taking several long pees during the night, usually I will be going once per hour. Last night I had 5 [FIVE!!!] beers without breaking the seal just because I wanted to hold it as long as I could so that I wouldn't have to keep getting up for the bathroom so often. But the unexpected happened. Just as I was about to go to the toilets, because I finally accepted that I had to let out all this torrent of pent up pee, my friends decided we should call it a night as most of them were pretty tired. I just didn't feel like saying "wait for me to go to the bathroom first" and I immediately started to panic. When we got up and started walking out my need to pee intensified even more, some steps felt SO heavy on my bladder and I actually started to hold my penis through my pocket. My friends [we were all guys] had peed at least once or twice, each. Anyway, we all get into one of my friend's car, and my apartment was less than a 10 minute drive away from this bar so I had belief in myself that I could hold it until my friend dropped me off. But then my GF, while I was in the back of my friend's car in absolute agony, totally dying for the toilet, decided to tease me by sending me this: She asked me if I was near and said that she was waiting for me. I instantly got hard af but I texted her that I would have to piss first as I was dying. She said she wouldn't let me and I thought she was joking. She was for real. As soon as I entered our apartment she just grabbed me and pulled me towards the bedroom despite me making it clear to her that I have never wanted to piss more. My bladder was throbbing and it was protruding so much, I had never been that full. Even my penis was twitching which only happens when I only have few moments left to find a toilet, or I will piss myself. Anyway, I just could not resist, and I lowered my briefs and put her panties to the side and I entered her, and I felt the most intense pleasure I have ever felt. [It just felt SOOO GOOD???] I had to be gentle with my thrusts and pounding and not go so fast [could only do missionary], my bladder was too painful for me to do that. But at times I couldn't resist intensify the speed and it made things even more intense. FYI, I managed to hold it and last for nearly half an hour. I had to run to the bathroom after cumming, but instead of the toilet I used a measuring jug. I peed 1.6L. Gf just said "wow oh my god wow" several times.
    18 points
  42. Same girl, different festival. Cant remember which one, but maybe Glastonbury, given the long drive time. We got a bus down to the festival and it was one of those super cheap Megabus ones with no bathroom on board. It was maybe a 5 hour drive and on the way down we stopped once and everyone used the bathroom. No dramas. The fun was on the way back. Returning from festivals is tough, you’re hungover, the music is over and you’re tired from several nights of bad sleep, drinking and dancing. Consequently, we both slept for most of the first half of the journey. When we stopped half way, I got out to use the bathroom. I didn’t really need to go but I knew there was at least two hours left and probably more with traffic. My girlfriend told me she didn’t need to go. “Are you sure? It’s a long way home still and this is the only stop?” I asked “You sound like my mum!” She complained. “I’m fine!” I shrugged and left to go pee. Got back on the bus, back to snoozing. About an hour later, I get nudged awake. “How far left to go, do you think?” I looked out the window and saw a sign. “Hard to say, maybe an hour and a bit?” “Fuck” she bit her bottom lip. Then I noticed she had slipped one leg under herself and was sitting on her heel. “I need to pee”. As if to show me she wriggled around on her foot, grinding it in to her crotch. She saw me looking. “Badly.” She turned to look out the window and I kept my eyes fixed on her hips. They would wiggle rapidly for a few seconds and then she would keep perfectly still for maybe a minute before another wave hit her and she would wiggle again. Half an hour later, the wiggling had got longer and the stillness much shorter. She was almost constantly moving now. She turned to me again and I pretended I hadn’t been watching her this whole time. “How far now?” It was still about 40 miles and I told her so. “Maybe half an hour, if there’s no traffic “ “I feel like I’m about to explode,” she whispered, looking genuinely worried. “What if I can’t hold it that long?!” She was pushing herself down onto her heel now by grabbing the edges of the seat and pulling, increasing the pressure on her crotch. “Oh god oh god please hurry.” The girl was beside herself. “It’s going to come out! Find something for me to pee in!” She was wearing a skirt which had mostly ridden up to her waist with all the squirming, so peeing into something would have been relatively easy. She had now abandoned any pretense of hiding her predicament from me (although she was still managing to keep pretty quiet so the rest of the bus didn’t know). Both hands were thrust into her crotch and she was bouncing up and down. “Oh god oh god oh god. I have never been this desperate in my life” I rummaged around in our bags but neither of us had anything. The water bottles we had were either finished and put in the bin when we stopped or in the bottom of the bus with our big bags. I told her we had nothing. She just nodded, put one hand inside her panties and started furiously massaging her pussy. I almost came right there. Somehow, she made it through the next 30 minutes or so, and we pulled into the bus park. A bleak expanse of concrete with a few other buses scattered around. There were no toilets in sight. “Fuck fuck please hurry please hurry fuck” she was muttering under her breath as people started to get off the bus. We were close to the back and you know what these things are like - people faff around getting their stuff together and it takes time. Her breathing was shallow, her legs grinding together and her hands were buried in her crotch (outside her clothes now). Slowly we made out way forward and slowly she got closer to the outside of the bus. It must have been torture. “I can’t hold it,” she whispered to me, “I’m leaking!” We took the last step of the bus and she hobbled towards a fence. No idea where she was going, but she only managed about 10 steps before the dam burst. We had gone behind the bus a little so nobody else could see what was happening but pee exploded from under her skirt as she walked, streaming down her legs and splashing onto the floor. She kept walking for a few steps and then realised it was pointless and just stood there, legs apart, pee cascading from under her skirt. The look of relief on her face was amazing.
    18 points
  43. 1,729 downloads

    We get home and I have to use the restroom super bad! You say that you need to use the restroom as well, and that we should play a game to decide who gets to go. We both have big glasses of water, first person to finish gets to pee! But it's too difficult for me to consume the water, and I end up wetting myself
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  44. Thanks a lot, so nice to hear! Great to know People still enjoy my vids even when Iam inactive at the moment. I really want to change that again but university and work just leaves me with so little time and energy :(. Sadly, I still have not found the foolproof way to become a millionaire by the end of the week so that I could do nothing but holding and pee playing the whole day and filming it. Wouldnt that be awesome? But I still have a list of things I want to try out and make a video of it when iam done with my degree and I would be happy to put some of your suggestions on it! Hope you Peeps stay wet or holding (whatever you prefer) in the meantime!
    18 points
  45. I don’t often get much alone time to play, and it’s even less often that I play with other people, but I had the chance for both last night. Soooooo fun and totally nudged me to shake things up a bit compared to my usual ‘soak my jeans in one big flood’ kind of thing. in a series of 4 second spurts (yah, random….why not 5 seconds, or 3 seconds…I dunno….but turns out 4 seconds is a pretty perfect number for wet funnnnn) I gradually got wetter and wetter. One of the unexpected side effects was that even though I thought I should be getting emptier and emptier with each four seconds, it got harder and harder to hold it and I even leaked a little at points, which is basically unheard of for me! Finally it ended with a flood, which made me realize why I’d been leaking, I still had soooooo much peeeeee. It was so good also got a chance to try on some new sandals I recently got. I usually go for bare feet when I’m wetting, but the sandals were fun too. They’re totally washable and super comfortable so I can definitely see them being part of future naughty fun for sure!
    17 points
  46. Hi all! Long time lurker, but I’m always too shy to post. I have tons of stories to tell through my experience, but here’s a particularly exciting one. This Sunday I took a day trip with my friend to the beach, and it was very fun, though a little cut short because we woke up late. She brought her dog, and it was an all around good time. Because she brought her dog, it meant that one of us had to watch the dog while the other one swam if they wanted. Well, I love swimming, so I did just that. In the water, I was having fun trying to fight waves, especially in my cute ass skimpy pink swimsuit. After a while, I realized I didn’t know where they were, and didn’t have my glasses on, so it took me a while of trying to find them. Thankfully, I did find the spot that we set our stuff at. Thats when I start realizing that I kind of have to pee. Nothing dire, nothing desperate, just “hey, you should probably go pee soon.” I originally planned to do it in the water, but when I got up to get out, I completely forgot that I wanted to pee in the water. So, I made a decision. I walked back to our spot, not even bothering to check if anyone was looking (though, I’m sure they weren’t. It wasn’t very crowded and the people there were preoccupied with their families). And, I just kind of relaxed. I never did stop walking, but I pissed myself on that beach. A solid 15 seconds of just pissing and walking, and a light trail, though it could also be seen as water. And I never told anyone, just kept it my dirty little secret. As much as I would love to tell my bf, he doesn’t know that I like omo, and he himself said that he didn’t have this kink. Though, I think he would change up his tune a bit if I told him that i liked it, but that’s a story for another day. I have more stories like this if you guys are interested
    17 points
  47. I never (or rarely) pee before I get in the shower. Why take the trouble of sitting on the toilet when I can stand at the back of the shower out of the water and create a nice warm puddle at my feet? If I'm feeling a little naughty I'll leave my panties on. Any other fans of the shower pee?
    17 points
  48. I really don’t remember. Sorry! It was kind of dark. I wish I remembered every detail! Ok here is another one. Same girl. I have one more story about this girl I think (unless I remember some more!) I will post it soon. That same festival, we woke up in our tent the morning it was time to leave. Outside, you could hear the sounds of thousands of people packing up their tents and leaving. In our sleeping bags we kissed and cuddled a little, trying to put off the inevitable time where we would have to get up into the cold air. “Mmph I really have to wee” she said. My heart started beating faster. “Been desperate for ages but didn’t want to get up. Feel!” This girl was the opposite of shy. She didn’t know about my omorashi thing, just was super comfortable in her body. She took my hand and gingerly moved it down her stomach. Her bladder was rock hard. She kissed me and moved my hand lower, into her panties. She was slippery and wet between her legs. She gave a quick yelp as my fingers brushed her clit. “Wait! I’ll pee all over the sleeping bag. I’m about to burst! Just wait a minute I’ll pee outside the tent and be back to finish this”. I almost told her not to go, but lost my courage at the last minute. She got out the sleeping bag, dressed in just an old tshirt and panties, and started looking for some shorts or trousers to put on. The search was hard, it was a complete mess in the tent, and every few seconds she had to stop, curtsey and grab her crotch. It was a pretty big tent that you could stand up in. “Fuck this is bad” she kept saying. “Fuck I have to piss” Eventually, after much desperate squirming, she found some shorts. As she bent down to put them on i saw a wet patch on her panties. She had leaked at least once. She grabbed her crotch again as she tried to pull her shorts up with one hand, stepping frantically from foot to foot. With her shorts barely on, she struggled with the tent zip, one hand still buried in her crotch. “Back in a sec!” She said, and disappeared outside. It was almost literally a second. She came back in with a pained and worried expression. “There are so many people everywhere, there’s nowhere to pee. Oh my god I cant hold it - its about to come out. Fuck fuck fuck!” Dancing, stepping, two hands in her crotch, pacing around the small area she could stand in the tent, whimpering, frantically massaging her crotch to physically hold back the flow. “Help me” she whimpered. I could barely think straight but I couldn’t not help her. We were about to pack the tent away anyway, so I moved some stuff and started pulling up the ground sheet in one corner. “If I pull this up you can pee here” I said. “Oh god hurry hurry please hurry” she started tearing her shorts down again, and then her panties, until she was stood there naked from the waist down, both hands in her crotch. “I can’t hold it any more!” She said. I had only taken out a few pegs and there wasn’t much earth to aim for yet so I kept pulling at the ground sheet. But she wasn’t kidding. It really was the end of the road for her tortured, bursting bladder. “It’s coming out! Move!” She stepped onto the ground that I had exposed, her hands and crotch right by my face, as pee started to push its way out. I backed away reluctantly as she started to attempt to squat down. It sprayed off her fingers for a moment before she moved her hands and a waterfall of pee squirted out of her, spraying her legs and thundering on to the ground. She must have peed for a whole minute, full force. It was amazing.
    17 points
  49. Hottie on TikTok soaks her jeans on a dare for money IMG_1617.MOV
    17 points
  50. I don't the wet the bed unintentionally very often. Like, ever. I've only ever woken up peeing in my adult life once, and even as a kid I was not a bed wetter. The other day I took a nap after work. It's finals season and I was exhausted after having written an exam and working in the same day. I fell asleep in an oversized hoodie, but I never wear anything else to bed. I remember dreaming that my friend was putting on a diaper, and I thought it was strange but they told me to do it too so I did without questioning it too much. In the dream I was quite desperate, and my friends told me to let go and start peeing. I woke up in that moment before I got to feel the dream sensation of wetting in a diaper and noticed how badly I had to pee. In my groggy state, I reminded myself I had a diaper on and could pee, and so I started leaking. I peed for a good five to ten seconds before I realized I was not wearing anything and that it was a dream. I put my hand under myself to feel how much I had let go, and decided that since I had already started I should just finish. I sleepily let the rest of my bladder go. I could feel it pooling under me and soaking into my sheets and sweater, I curled up in the warmth and fell back to sleep. When I woke up later I was still very wet, and had to pee again, I slowly let my bladder go, feeling my cold puddle warm back up. After wards I slipped my hand down to feel my mixed wetness and brought myself to a climax before getting up and doing much needed laundry. Bonus story I'm writing this after a long boring shift in which I held for the last three hours. I was pretty desperate when I got home, but I wasn't specifically looking to wet, I was just going to let go in the shower. I sat down at my computer desk though to write this out and I accidentally leaked. So I decided to just let go and have been sitting in my puddle for the last ten minutes. I'm currently rocking against my heel and am very close to climaxing again.
    17 points
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