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  1. 27 points
    You were requesting stories and experiences of real life children wetting themselves on a wetting fetish forum. I feel like I shouldn't have to explain why this is questionable. Your "freedom of speech" does not extend to the exploitation of children. I let you off with a small warning and tried to keep it quiet but it seems you'd rather be immature and turn this into a public issue.
  2. 26 points
    hi everyone after few weeks without wetting today i was back in the mood!! so i checked in my old clothes and i find this pink short that i dont wear since long time because its began too tight but i decided to put them on and wear them for wetting!! it feel very good to wet again after a little break!!! hope you enjoy it!!
  3. 24 points
    It’s probably Spring here in Vancouver and I’ve been taking full advantage. This means cute sexy pleated skirt weather is upon us! I’ve been feeling like doing some more desperation and wetting adventures out and about town. Today I planned to go shopping to a large local mall. I had some errands to run and decided to add a sexy desperation component to the outing. I filled a water bottle and drank a mug of green tea while getting ready to leave the apartment. I slipped on one of my favorite pairs of panties, my gray Disney Frozen panties from the Gap, underneath a cute equally gray pleated skirt with pink trim. The skirt is totally too young-looking for my age, which is why I love it. On top I had on a button up white blouse, with a gray blazer over top. To the undiscerning eye I therefore had a sort of school uniform look. On my feet I had on knee high white socks and flat runners. I wore big sunglasses because despite my tendency towards exhibitionism, I’m still very shy, and you can hide a lot behind sun glasses. Anyhow, I brought a large backpack to carry my purchases, and my purse. I was already at a 4 on the desperation scale when I took the elevator down from our flat. Now this is the level where I’d almost certainly pee before leaving the house, but I’ve been emboldened by my newly cooperating bladder and getting desperate in public was kind of the point. I started off the 20 minute walk to the mall at a brisk pace, enjoying the sun on my skin and the feeling of the slight breeze ruffling my skirt as I trotted along. By the time I arrived at the mall, my desperation was at a 5, a level at which point I would always start looking for a toilet while in public. I did not however, and instead took a couple of big swigs from my water bottle and headed into the fray of the mall. This mall is incredibly busy and it’s easy to become an anonymous figure in the crowd. I visited a couple of shops and drank more water. By the time I had completed two actually errands that I needed to run, I was at a 7. I was getting desperate. At the level where I should certainly find a washroom soon. Now this is my regular shopping mall, and I have all the washrooms mapped out. This is a good practice for someone with bladder issues, and a good practice in general. I knew where all of the washrooms were, but I was not going to visit one until I was at least at a 9. This mall has lots of washrooms, so closures and lines are not an issue. If one is closed, you simply need to walk a little further, or head to a different floor. While I had been running my errands, I noticed that some of the washrooms were habitually closed for cleaning. I kept an eye on these, intent on having some fun. Anyhow, I decided to go look at one of the adorable Asian import stores just for fun. While I was prodding little sad eggs and plush sushi’s, my desperation had reached an 8. I was close to needing to hold myself of bounce around, and I found that I was subconsciously making little stepping/dancing motions with my feet as I looked at the wares in the shop. As I stood looking at cute plastic things, I found myself either doing a little two-step, or crossing my legs tightly. I was at the point of thinking I was being subtle in my desperation, but giving off very obvious signs of desperation to anyone who happened to be watching. I moved on to a second shop, at which I was thoroughly in the ‘pee-pee dance’ mode of desperation, as my bladder creeped to a solid 8. I decided I could no longer reasonable stay shopping given the obvious signs of desperation I was giving off. Any reasonable girl, even a shopaholic, would make a bee-line for the toilet at this stage. Did I mention I have mapped out all of the washrooms in the mall? And that some of them were always closed for cleaning? Well at this stage in my little adventure in public desperation, I decided to go hunting for a closed public washroom. I could see when I exited the shop, that the nearest washroom was open for business. So I gave this one a miss and instead headed down to the main floor, the level which is one of the busiest, and which therefore has some of the busiest washrooms. My assumption was that these would be the most often to be cleaned and therefore closed. When I arrived on this floor I wiggled my way to the end of the hall with the entrance to the washrooms, but again noticed they were open for business. I was still and an uncomfortable 8 at this point and enjoying the embarrassed feeling of having to wiggle a little when I stood still, and the need to tightly cross my legs on the elevator. I took another big swig from my water bottle. The sloshing water made me squeeze my legs together and one hand darted towards my crotch. It took a force of will to avoid holding myself, but I was surrounded by people, including gawking teenage boys playing Pokemon Go, who seem to be everywhere in this mall. I was not going to be so undignified as to hold myself. Part of me wanted to, given the exhibitionistic naughtiness of the thing. I stood there for a moment, still enjoying the feeling of panic that comes from a full bladder. Legs tightly crossed, wiggling a little. I pretended to check my phone, and after doing so, slipped it into my purse, using the ‘excuse’ to move my purse to in front of myself. With one hand I held the purse. The other I slide behind it, and pressed the fabric of my skirt between my legs. I could feel some of the Pokemon Go players nearby staring at me and my heart rate increased. I really was desperate and this was a necessary move. This meant I was close to a 9 and needed a washroom now. I stood there for another few moments waiting for the pressure to subside. It did not. I uncrossed my legs, removed my hands, and did an uncontrolled little pee-pee dance. I was at the point of being both desperate, so the moves I was making were natural, but also hyper conscious of my desperation, it being self-inflicted, and so I was also aware of the moves I was making. After perhaps 30 seconds of dancing and again pretending to check my phone, I stuffed it into my purse, shoved one hand firmly between my legs, not caring if this un-lady-like maneuver was shielded from sight by my purse, and made a very real dash for the washroom. Fortunately it was not far. Unfortunately, I had let my desperation creep up to levels beyond which I could easily control. I didn’t care if there were eyes on me, I needed to get to the washroom now. I wasn’t quite running, I was definitely not walking. I was doing that speedy authoritative power walk. This carried me the 60 meters or so to the washrooms rather quickly. They were open and I darted into the ladies room. It was quite busy, this being a generally busy time at the mall, and there were a number of ladies using the sinks and mirrors. The second I stepped into the washroom and could see the stalls my body betrayed me. A moment of distraction was I looked for an open stall had resulted in a classic key-in-latch leak. I’ve had these all my life and you already know what they are, just your body releasing when you are oh so very close to the washroom. I was peeing. Right there just beyond the entrance of the toilets. I must have gave out a little gasp, as one lady at the sinks looked over at me. At this point I can only imagine how red I was. Standing there, one hand pressed between my legs, leaking uncontrollably at the doorway of the washroom. I didn’t pause long, leaving a trail of little droplets on the ground I hurried into the nearest available stall. In a classic move that resembles those almost-made-it JAV videos we all love so much, my little slow leak turned into a torrent as I turned to pull down my panties and sit on the toilet. I was filled with a huge wave of relieve as I voided my very full and tired bladder. I hadn’t even bothered to wipe down the toilet seat before I sat down, something I do in public restrooms. As I peed, I inspected the damage. There was a clear trail of droplets leading to the toilet and my panties had a very serious wet spot on them. I patted at them will a little toilet paper as I continued to pee. I peed for almost a solid minute. Once I was done and I had wiped myself (including my inner thighs and legs), I slipped off my panties and dropped them on the floor. I wanted to take a picture of my droplets and panties, which I did. I immediately regretted putting my panties on the ground, as this was a public washroom and therefore disgusting. To pick them up after the photo, I took a big wad of toilet paper and engulfed them entirely. Then I retrieved the baggie and spare panties I always carry in my purse, removed the panties, and slipped the ball of toilet paper in. Now I had a moment of contemplation. I was very tempted to go home sans panties. After all, most girls don’t carry spare panties, and naughty girls who have accidents in their panties don’t get to wear any. Or so the naughty dialogue in my head went. However, I did still have some actual errands to run and the skirt I was wearing was pretty short. The overpass I take to cross the busy road outside the mall has steep stairs and while I might find it sexy that someone might glimpse my panties on these stairs, showing my actual private lady parts is a bit too much for me. So I slipped into my fresh spare pair of panties and then stood in the stall and waited. I had no desire to bump into any of the people who might have seen the last 10 meters of my desperate leaking dash. As I stood there for a moment I remembered my skirt. I had been pressing it between my legs while I leaked. Had it gotten wet? I inspected it for damage, and sure enough, there was a small wet spot on the front panel. I mulled over my options while I patted it with some toilet paper. Rather than risk it, I rotated my skirt so that the front panel was on my hip and covered by my purse. Then, believing that enough time had elapsed. I opened the stall and timidly walked into the bathroom. My face was still warm and I had no idea if any of the people mulling about had seen me. Anyhow, I went to the sink, washed my hands, and then followed the little trail of droplets someone had made from one of the stalls all the way to the entrance of the washroom. Despite the other bits of detritus, drips and dirty foot prints, they were clearly there, my little wet trail of shame across the washroom floor. I went out and went about completing the rest of my errands, pulse just a little quicker. The embarrassed sensations that have washed over my body a short while earlier bounced around my head, which was a little light as a result of the chemical mix. I would have to get home soon to do something about all these feelings.
  4. 24 points
    hi everybody today i was going out and when i came back at home i felt that i need to pee so i decided to held it for a while, i drink coffee and i getting pretty desperate i choice to wear this pink jeans and i completely soaked them...
  5. 18 points
    Of course....no video though....and it was another failure....well not totally, I was super proud of my aim against the tree, but extremely grateful that I double layered....black leggings hide all my naughty secrets....
  6. 15 points
    You...You just admitted to sexual assault. What the FUCK is wrong with you?! Your bed is the least of your problems, because apparently you like feeling up drunk knocked out women in their sleep, you sick piece of shit. I don't think I have to explain this permaban. Get the fuck off of omorashi.org, and don't come back. Also apologize to the women in your life while your at it, and if you want to make a day out of it get some goddamn help, or turn yourself into the police, one of the two. Regardless, you are no longer welcome here. Begone with you.
  7. 15 points
    That's like 80% of videos on this site chief.
  8. 15 points
    Lets rewind a few months back to a night I was feeling exceptionally turned on, both before and as a result of the following, and to give in to my needs I wet some pyjamas. If you've seen my previous experiences and comments you'll know I use mattress protectors on my bed. They are the best for both innocent and naughty accidents. I'm also in my first year of university (also hence the mattress protectors so not to ruin the bed) so have my own room which I can lock myself into and an en suite for added comfort. This one night I was laying in bed with my headphones in listening to music. I was reading online for some course related note taking. The content of what I was reading was actually quite interesting but I was getting restless. You know when you tense, or touch down there, and that's all it takes to ignite the spark to want to keep going? I was doing so well working too... I was wearing a band t-shirt and some comfy pyjama bottoms. The bottoms are grey with pictures spread over them. They aren't anything fancy like fleece lined, but are quite tight fitting to my legs and not restricting. Underneath I had some dark, navy blue underwear on but no bra. Keep dem boobies free. I remember that I'd already told myself to slow down on the wettings as most of my money was being spent on mattress protectors and new cheap clothes to wet. I'm disgusting really. I always made sure I had a fresh mattress protector on every night though, when I had spare. I also only bought black sheets to reduce the chance of stains. Anyway, I'd done a brilliant job at distracting myself from my late night work and was eager to do something... not work related? I didn't really need to pee at that moment. I touched my crotch on the outside of the pyjamas and rubbed gently, pushing my finger slightly inwards to feel the material slide through. I tensed and pushed to see if any pee was able to come out and I felt a slight rush. About an egg cup's worth of pee shot out and soaked into the immediate fabric. It ran down the inside of the underwear slightly towards my ass and left a warm stain. I felt the outside of the pyjamas and no damage had been done. I wanted more. I spent the next 10 minutes or so drinking what I had in my room, realising I'd have to refill some water bottles up in the sink from my bathroom. I sipped and sipped and every now and then pushed o my stomach to try and pressure my bladder into letting some go. Honestly, I never really enjoy the drinking or filling up bit. It's such a chore. The only benefit I take from this stage is that it makes me hydrated; so clearer and less smelling pee. Also, I prefer natural fullness too... like when you realise you need to pee by no purposeful means of your own. It was working though and I wasn't going to suddenly decide to stop, not whilst I was in the moment. Within the hour of drinking, listening to music, attempting to carry on doing work, maybe getting distracted and reading up old experiences on here once or twice, I got to the stage where if I stopped holding I knew I'd pee. At first I was going to stay on my bed and go there but after checking I realised I was down to my last mattress protector. I knew I was low but not down to my last one. I didn't want to use it all up in one go. I went into my bathroom and laid down facing the ceiling. It didn't feel right at that moment and the thought of cleaning up at that time was a massive turn off. I got to my feet and stepped in the shower. I pulled the pyjamas up tight and saw the outline of my crotch in the material. I put my hand underneath and felt where the first wet spot of the night had been on my underwear. There was a slight difference in dampness of material but it had almost dried completely. Enough stalling. I put my hands on the wall either side of me and closed my eyes. I relieved all tension and very quickly felt the release. My legs were apart but I pulled my thighs together as the warm pee started to spread down the material of the pyjamas. I felt it use both of my thighs almost like a canal to my knees where I heard it splatter against the shower. It had started to soak my butt and then dampen the seat of my underwear. I put my left hand back underneath the pyjamas and on top of the underwear. I cupped and felt the pee hit the inside of my hand like a wall. This spread the pee outwards more and started to wet different parts of the pyjama bottoms. The wetness spread outwards over my thighs and i could feel the material cling to my skin. The pee was almost over but I wasn't. I played furiously and quite quickly came. I kept my eyes closed in the moment of euphoria and slowly rubbed my legs together to feel the cling of the wet material. I threw off the t-shirt and turned the shower on. It was late but not late enough that having a shower would be inconsiderate to the person next door. Once the water was arm I sat down and felt the torrent of the shower crash down on me and soak what wasn't already soaked. By this point i actually felt quite physically drained so just sat there and let the water clean me down. I'll leave you there. Becca x
  9. 14 points
    This looks like a dare. Either way, the girl is pretty cute with a sweet smile. She doesn't take long and proceeds to let go and pee her pants. It's not a "soaking" per se, but I liked how it spreads in the front, down her legs, and into her Converse All-Stars that she's wearing. A nice little video to start the weekend. Enjoy! cutegirlinconverses.mp4
  10. 14 points

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    The next one from @Satori... Small amount of nudity as the girls change out of their wet undrwear! This one is a mixed bag of various scenarios. JKs, Office girls etc. Enjoy!

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  11. 14 points
    Ok so I wrote this a little while ago, but forgot to post it, but here it is! ..... So I’ve been wearing Goodnites to bed almost every night for the past three months to deal with a recurring wetting issue. Fortunately I’m very close to getting this resolved. While I love Goodnites, I do still have a lot of other diapers and pull-ups in my fun diaper box in the closet. As many of you may know, I’ve been out of work for the past week with the flu. I’ve been feeling pretty crummy and in no mood for sexy diaper and wetting fun and games. However, I have been coughing and sneezing a lot, and staying well-hydrated, which has led to some day time leaks while I’ve been at home and in bed. As a result, I’ve been wearing protection when I sleep and when I’m about the house. Wearing protection does give me a feeling of being protected and safe. It also keeps me warm in a small way, makes me feel little and helps me escape a little from feeling crummy. I think I may have driven my hubby a little nuts, padding about the house in PJs and various diapers. Given the number of leaks I’ve been having, and a naughty tendency to sometimes just wet my diaper for fun, distraction or convenience while I’ve been going through a decent number of diapers and the garbage has filled up quite a bit. Anyhow, all this to say that I’ve been running a little low on Goodnites. Now the new Goodnites work really well for me, and keep my bed dry at night, and I usually buy them from the store in big bulk boxes. As I’ve been sick, I haven’t gone out to do the shopping and the hubby has been picking up the slack. I felt a little guilty about sending him out for Goodnites, so I left them off the list and have been rationing my dwindling collection. As a result, last night, I had occasion to wear a pair of Underjams to sleep in. I bought a couple of packs of these pull-ups from Target when they went out of business and they’ve been languishing in my diaper collection for quite a while. I just don’t quite like the feel of them, or the designs. But they do still work. Anyhow, I went to bed at like 8:30 the other night, after having first slipped into a pair of UnderJams. I must have slept on my front and wet a decent amount in the night, because when I woke up, the front of these pull-ups were bulging with liquid. They seemed to have kept my sheets and husband dry however, which is good. Anyhow, I wet a ton in the night and wanted to share the results with you perverts. So here they are. Enjoy, Rach
  12. 13 points
    What did you expect to accomplish with this post? The warning your account received was justified. I don't think I need to further elaborate on what @OmoCommando and others have said here. If the site you have moved to openly tolerates this kind of behaviour, that is really more a sign that others should be wary partaking in such a community. We aren't going to tolerate it here.
  13. 13 points
    I’m sorry if this is lacking description or doesn’t have that ‘feel’ to it, but this is my first post and I’m a little bit nervous about writing it. Anyway, I’m gonna start with some description because I know some people like that I’m 19, although this story happened when I was 16, I’m short, only just 5ft, skinny, but toned and I have blonde slightly longer than shoulder length hair. On the day of this story I was wearing regular coloured denim shorts, with a yellow loose fighting tshirt and white converse. I used to live in Florida and the toilets in my school were dirtier than any school toilets I’d seen in the UK and it seemed to be a popular hangout for the more popular kids as they reapplied their make up, so I used to hold it until I got home where I felt much more comfortable peeing. This day wasn’t anything different. I peed just before I left home that morning, making sure I was ready and empty for the day. I got to school and like everyday drank water regularly throughout my lessons. However, this day was an extra stuffy Florida day, so I was drinking more to keep the headaches away, but I kept an eye on what I was drinking because I really didn’t want to have to use the school bathroom. It got to lunch and I was feeling ok, still. I filled my bottle up and drank a lot of it with my lunch, something I wouldn’t normally do. I knew it was a bad idea, but I was so hot and was starting to get a headache, I felt like I had to do it. We only had two lessons after lunch and I felt surprisingly ok. Until the last 10 minutes of the penultimate lesson. I was suddenly warned that I had to pee, it wasn’t urgent, but it was a strong need. I considered going between lessons, but decided not to because that’s when the lines are longer and my next teacher hated people turning up late, so I held it. I started having to hold myself about 15 minutes into my final lesson (they were an hour long). It wasn’t constant, but when I did hold myself, it was definitely necessary. I kept drinking, though because it was still so hot. With about 20 minutes of the lesson to go, I got hit with a huge wave of desperation. I threw both hands into my crotch and crossed my legs squeezing hard. I started to panic, I REALLY had to go. I wanted to ask my teacher, but I knew he’d say no because he’d just said no to someone else in my class. I knew I had to wait until the lesson was over. I kept one hand on my crotch for the rest of the lesson and kept my legs crossed tightly. I tried my best not to look at the clock because I knew it wouldn’t help my situation, but I couldn’t help myself. With 5 minutes to go, I felt quite confident, knowing the toilets weren’t far away and I could quickly pee before getting the bus. But of course today would be the day where my teacher wouldn’t let us out on time. We were let out late and I only had a few minutes to get to my bus before it left, meaning I had no time to pee. I panicked again. I didn’t know how I was supposed to survive 20 minutes on a bumpy bus. I got on and sat down, putting my bag on my lap so I could hold myself discretely. I needed a drink, but I didn’t want to put anymore liquid in my bladder, I wasn’t sure if I could take anymore. With about 10 minutes left of the journey, I felt a small leak. I was really worried now. “I can’t pee on the bus” I thought to myself and finally admitted my dire need to my friend. She didn’t really know what to do, but she gave me her jacket so I could completely cover myself and hold as much as I wanted. I put my hands between my shorts and my underwear to get a better grip. My underwear felt damp and it made me wonder if it was visible on my shorts. I didn’t really care at this point, I just wanted to keep the rest in. When we got to my stop, I struggled to get up, I had to act normal and standing up straight nearly made me lose control. I squeezed my legs together tightly before walking off the bus. I had a 5 minute walk from the bus stop to my front door. I felt determined to get there, but my bladder had other ideas. I spurted. I could feel it on the inside of my thigh. I walked as fast as I could, trying my hardest not to have an accident in public. I got to the end of my road and let out another small stream. I knew this one was visible on my shorts. I gave myself a quick squeeze and started walking again, trying not to think about the relief or how far I had to go. I could see my house. I could see the bathroom window. I was going to make it. I got to the end of my front path. And started rummaging for my keys. Then it happened. Pee shot out of me so hard and fast and straight onto the ground. I was full on peeing myself. Outside. In public. It wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried. I ran to my front door and finish peeing as quickly as I could. I opened the door and ran inside straight into my bedroom and got changed. Grabbing my wet clothes and the rest of my laundry and putting it in the washing machine before my mum got home. I looked outside and saw that my pee puddle (and path) were drying quickly under the heat of the sun. I felt so relaxed. My bladder was finally empty and no one was ever going to find out what happened. I hope that was ok and that you enjoyed it. Please leave me some feedback on how I could improve :)
  14. 13 points

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    A girl is offered tokens on a live cam show to hold her bladder as long as she can trying to hide it from the rest of the room. No peeing, just a fair bit of desperation and then she bails at the end when she's very clearly having some trouble.

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  15. 13 points
    I think I found the complete collection of Lezzie Gynophile's videos. Adorable, sexy, hot girl that loves to pee herself and squirt all over herself. WARNING: nudity, masturbation and squirting. Below you can find some screenshots from the videos, but they're all uncensored. Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 01.mp4 7.3 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 02.mp4 53.7 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 03.mp4 10.7 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 04.mp4 17.6 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 05.mp4 5.7 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 06.mp4 25 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 07.mp4 6.4 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 08.mp4 23.9 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 09.mp4 27.9 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 10.mp4 6.3 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 11.mp4 25.7 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 12.mp4 14 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 13.mp4 5.3 MB
  16. 13 points
    I stumbled across these videos on youtube and I thought it was worth sharing, because I've never seen them here. If these videos are repost, well sorry! Marian Farjat, a contestant in Gran Hermano (Big Brother for our English-speaking friends) Argentina 2015, peed herself at least 3 times during the show. As you can see from the footage below, it is not very clear how much she peed or if she did peed indeed, but from her and other contestant's reaction I'm more than convinced that she couldn't hold it, especially when she laughs. Searching more information about her, I found out she was involved also in a leaked porn video scandal. I just leave the link here, if anyone is interested... 1 GH2015 Marian se orina por quinta vez jugando con Eloy y Matías.mp4 3 MB Marian se mea de la risa TODOS se tientan.mp4 5.6 MB Marian se meo de nuevo [GH 2015].mp4 63.6 MB
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    This one took a great dose of patience, passion and time. I hope you appreciate it. More will come in the future. Sound FX, animation and backgrounds are all made by me. Voice acting is by BabyPhoebe1991.

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  18. 13 points
    I've bee staying with my family for Easter break so not much wet fun but last night I had been drinking lots so thought I'd wait til very last minute then wee in my knickers... at about 9/10 I took myself to my room and put on some white cotton panties, fully intending to go to bathroom... but first I thought I'd push out a spurt to wet the crotch.. This was an obvious mistake as I actually couldn't stop peeing.. tried hands ,muscles, will power.. absolutely soaked 2 bath towels and left wet spot on bed.. luckily was so hydrated no smell, and push towels on to wash... will blame dog for spilling something! 😸
  19. 13 points
    Heyyy everyone!! It has been a little while since my last story, so here's a new one!! This one is super long because there was so much I was able to do! If you want to skip straight to the action, it's pretty packed from paragraph 3 on! There's an abandoned building near where I live that has been sitting, vacant, for quite some time. I've never paid much heed to it and don't even know what it originally was, but an article in the paper caught my eye in passing this past Tuesday. It has been scheduled for demolition in the near future. I've been dying for another pee adventure lately, so a lifelong dream immediately came to mind: If it's abandoned and scheduled for demolition, nobody will care if someone...perhaps...makes a bit of a mess around the place . At that moment, I knew I had plans for this weekend! Agonizingly, I waiting for today (Saturday) to come. Finally! A little earlier than most Saturdays, my alarm awakened me with a start. I leaped out of bed and started downing water right off the bat. I ate a good breakfast, threw on some ratty clothes and cheap flip-flops, and waited for 11AM: The time I set to start my adventure. I drank enough water throughout the morning that I was making a trip to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so. Finally, 11:00 rolled around and, skipping the bathroom before heading out, I threw a backpack with a change of clothes and 4 water bottles into my car (I meant business today), and sped off. Within 10 minutes, I pulled into a parking space down the street from the abandoned building. It stood there, as it had for years, completely still and silent. The only difference now is that it was surrounded by caution tape. Ducking under the tape, I cautiously approached. The urge to urinate was already beginning to form, but I wanted to ensure there were no other explorers before I started having my fun. Nobody else seemed to be traipsing around outside, so I tried the exterior doors--all locked. No worries, I thought, eying a busted window as the urge to pee loomed in my mind. I slid in through the window, taking care to avoid cutting myself on any jutting glass, and quietly stepped onto the cold tile floor, ensuring not to step on any glass shards. I was in a small office-like room, adequately lit by large windows on all sides. A small doorway led into what was presumably a hallway. A little burst of adrenaline surged through me, sending my heart pounding and teasing my bladder. I carefully explored every room, making sure I didn't have any company. It was totally vacant. I was getting really excited now! I glanced at my watch. 20 minutes had passed since I pulled up, and I was really feeling it, though I wasn't quite to the point of desperation just yet. I retrieved one of the bottles from my bag and took a swig. Anything more would've been painful. I returned to the hallway, which was dim, despite being midday, but I could still see well enough to navigate, which was good because I totally lacked the foresight to bring a flashlight. Where to go first? I'm not accustomed to being able to pee anywhere I want in a building that's not my apartment. I scanned the hall and my eyes rested on an obvious first choice. Let's make a mess of the men's room first, I mischievously thought. I set my backpack down against the wall and pushed open the door, which creaked loudly and slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty hall. The men's room was well-lit, thanks to a frosted window on the far wall. I jittered with excitement as I looked at my options. There were two sinks, two urinals, and a stall. I pondered for a few moments as the desperation built. I was getting to the point of being fidgety. I gazed longingly at the urinals, but decided to exercise some patience and save them for later. First off, why not wet myself? I've always appreciated the irony of a good bathroom wetting, and now I'd be doing it in the men's room! I moved to the middle of the floor, turned to face the mirror behind the sinks, and grinned cheesily at myself. The left half of the mirror was shattered, but some still remained on the right, so I shifted over to where I could see myself clearly, then backed up to the point that I could see my crotch. I danced a little, up and down, grabbed myself for good measure, and then succumbed to the pressure. There was a brief pause, where everything seemed perfectly still. Then, I felt a spray of urine abruptly douse my panties. I cracked a smile as I felt warmth pour into my pants, drenching my lady bits and butt. I looked up at the mirror and saw a wet patch forming between the legs of my jeans, running down my thighs in little streaks. I could hear a little hiss and let out a half-sigh, half-laugh as fluid cascaded down my legs. From the view in the mirror, I admired the flood that was swiftly conquering my pants, right in front of two urinals. Urine began pouring out of each pant leg, leaving my feet and flip-flops gleaming in the light. It was exhilarating! While I was still peeing, I turned around, my flip-flops splashing quietly in the puddle that was forming beneath me. I turned to look at my butt, which was also glistening with flowing moisture. I briefly wished I could stand there making a mess all over the men's room floor forever, but then I remembered I had other places to pee afterward! Finally, the stream came to a trickling end. I was so hydrated, however, that every few seconds, I could shoot off another spurt of pee into my jeans. I giggled and looked around at the mess I made. I was completely soaked from the waist down, my jeans now considerably darker than when I started. There was a giant puddle in the middle of the floor, slowly trickling toward the floor drain. The novelty hadn't worn off yet, so I didn't want to leave the men's room. Finally, however, I surrendered and went back out to the hallway, where I could grab some water. In the hallway, as I finished off the bottle, penis envy hit me like crazy. What I would give to be able to whip out a penis and walk down the hall, showering the walls in pee! I thought, jealously. As I was wandering down that trail of thought, it occurred to me: We ladies would have it so much easier if we could relieve ourselves without removing our pants and without making a mess, just like guys. With virtually unlimited freedom, I figured I could give it a shot! I wandered the building, still soaked in my own pee, while I continued to drink and wait for the urge to build back up. In about 15 minutes, I was nearly dancing around again. I dashed back into the men's room, this time to a urinal! I splashed through the puddle I left before and made my way to the taller one, which wasn't far below my lady bits. I shivered with excitement (and admittedly some cold, since my pee-saturated pants had long since cooled off by then), and goosebumps raised on my arms. Unlike my last urinal encounter, it didn't matter how much of a mess I made--I was already a disaster! I undid my jeans and pondered how I wanted to do this. I was determined to pee through the fly in the name of some deluded concept of gender-urine-equality...or something . I pulled off my jeans long enough to remove my panties and relish in being naked from the waist-down in the men's room. I set my panties down, draping them over the sink, and put my jeans back on. If I can make this work, I'm going commando everywhere for the rest of my life, I grinned to myself as I tried to orient myself over the urinal. There's no way this will work, I thought, laughing at the ridiculous stance I had assumed. I had my legs stretched far apart with my hips thrust as far forward as I could. I was pressing my jeans against myself as hard as reasonably possible, with my vulva peeking out from the undone zipper and button, my labia held open with my free fingers. "Here goes," I muttered, and began to relieve myself. Initially, I was a little shocked! The first stream of urine shot out cleanly and straight into the urinal! I let out a quiet cheer, which proved to be very premature. Within seconds, pee shot off to the side and, really, everywhere. I felt the familiar warmth dripping down my pants and I wrestled with my urethra and the surrounding hardware--or lack thereof. My hands quickly became drenched in the effort, and the legs of my jeans were darkened anew. Pee splattered all over the front of the urinal, off to the side, into my pants, and on occasion, actually into it. This whole endeavor was leaving me more excited than I could've imagined. I thought I was going to orgasm right there, with my vagina hanging over a men's urinal! When the contents of my bladder came to a trickling end, I noticed I was trembling, the room felt like a furnace, and I had faint residue of sweat forming on my goosebump-covered skin. I closed my eyes and stood there for a good while, simply taking in the ethereal pleasure with the front of my jeans gaping wide open. My whole body was tingling with excitement and I had chills. I'm not entirely certain how long I stood there, trembling, drenched in pee, my pants wide open, in front of the urinal, but it felt almost as though I was going to fall asleep. After a brief eternity, I shook myself back to sense. I felt weirdly worn-out, but I wanted more--I needed more. I stayed there for hours chugging my water and peeing wherever my heart desired. It was amazing! After I thoroughly trashed the men's room (and of course, tried the urinal several more times), I peed all over the floor of the office I entered though, and even managed to pee a splotch against a wall with moderate success! Finally, it was nearing 3:00PM and I had consumed the last of my water. For today's final hoorah, I waited until I had to pee pretty badly, then stripped totally naked (in the men's room, of course) except for my flip-flops. I briefly looked into the mirror and appreciated the female anatomy that had conquered the gent's bathroom for the day. Then, I started peeing, watched it gush from the folds of my labia, and ran for the door, pee streaming all the way. Urine streaked down my legs and pattered to the floor as I streaked out of the men's room and down the hall. It was incredibly liberating and absolutely thrilling! I felt like a ridiculous child, but reveled in my nakedness and the trail of pee I was leaving all over the building, giggling with joy all the way. I must've looked 100% ridiculous. A grown woman, entirely nude, running around peeing, while giggling like a little girl. Sadly, it came to a dribbly end, at last. I went back to my backpack, oogling the mess I'd made over the course of the afternoon, grabbed my fresh clothes, and replaced them with my soaked jeans and panties. I wanted to enjoy being naked a little longer, so I refrained from getting dressed until I made it back to the window I climbed into. I popped a squat and peed one last spurt for good measure, before drying myself with my shirt, and then putting on my clean clothes. I climbed back out the window and drove home, tingling with excitement all the way. I turned on the shower and proceeded to masturbate like I never have before! I hope you all got at least half the pleasure out of this that I did!!!
  20. 13 points
    Your post intrigued me....it’s apparently harder than it looks... I’ll join you in trying to learn...I obviously need more practice lol
  21. 12 points
    Heyyy everyone!! This one's a bit less adventurous than usual, but I didn't want to leave you all out of the fun! Sooo, confession time: Last night, I had a really sexy pee dream that left me feeling particularly excited "down there" when I woke up... It was a pretty crummy day outside, so instead of going out and doing anything, I decided to make today a home day and, because I was feeling so tantalized, figured I could work on developing my pee abilities and have some personal time! For those of you who are into (ridiculous) fantasy writing, I'll describe my dream first (or at least the coherent and relevant parts). If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip down to paragraph 7!! So it began as a crowded concert at a beach. The sun was dipping into the sea at the horizon, a vibrant red/orange gleaming off of the waves behind the stage as a groovy riff rose from the instruments. A handful of my friends and I were really into the music, dancing and flinging our bodies about without a care in the world. Just as I was happily twirling my summer dress in the cool evening breeze, my friend Alyssa turned to me and cheesily said, "Gotta pee, BRB!" and disappeared seemingly-aimlessly into the crowd. With the insight only one immersed in a dream could possibly have, I instinctively knew she was going in the wrong direction to find the restroom (even though I had no idea where they really were). I ran after her to give her a heads up, but was unable to catch a glimpse of her in the throng of fellow music enthusiasts. Meanwhile, the air shook with the pulsating notes arising from the nimble fingers of the bassist. The mellow mood of the evening suddenly shifted to unease in my mind. What if I can't find her and she doesn't find the restroom? Somehow, these thoughts gradually contorted into, What if I can't find the restroom? and I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. I wrestled through the sticky, sweaty, crowd, the pulsating notes resonating inside my bladder. Desperation was knocking, threatening to bust down the door to my urethra. I quickly looked down to ensure I wasn't leaking in my...jeans? (I had been wearing a dress before, but that didn't occur to me until after I woke up). Hallelujah. Still dry. I plunged my hand into my groin and continued to struggle through the crowd, now genuinely fearful I was going to wet myself in front of all these strangers. Just in the nick of time, however, I looked up and saw an abnormally large sign looming overhead, indicating the location of the women's room. With one hand pressing into my lady bits, I used my free hand to force people out of my way, some of them protesting at my blatant rudeness. Finally, I burst from the edge of the crowd and hobbled toward the restroom, hunched over in desperation. Hurriedly, I ran into the door. It didn't budge. I fell to the ground, curled up, nearly crying because I had to pee so badly. With one hand, I was clutching my nether region, with the other, my face. Between the shadows of my fingers, I saw the door suddenly open and some feet approach. I looked up through misty eyes and saw a man with dark hair looking down at me. "Sorry miss," he said with a strange accent, gesturing behind me, "Toilets 're closed. Yew'v gotta yewz the sand." I rolled over and saw several other women doing exactly that--but rather strangely. They were lining the edge of the beachfront, where the sand faded into sidewalk, none of them making any attempts to conceal themselves from the dancing crowd. One blonde girl in her mid-20's had pulled her pink shorts down to her knees, squatted and was urinating vigorously all over her own bare feet, splattering violently and darkening the sand beneath her. Another, with auburn hair, was probably in her early 30's. She had a dress, which she left in place as she stood to pee, the liquid trickling down and pooling between her legs. I could tell there were others, who were squatting like the first, but I couldn't make out their features because they were facing away from me, ardently making their own puddles. Nobody seemed to think this out of the ordinary and kept about their business as these women openly released the contents of their bladders. What will my friends think if I do that?! I thought in despair, despite the apparent social acceptability, suddenly remembering my friends for the first time since the start of the dream. I rose to my knees and turned back around to the restroom. This time, a second door that I hadn't seen before had materialized. It was the men's room. I bolted to my feet, the sudden movement miraculously not stressing my bladder at all apparently, and made a mad dash for the door. This one gave way and I entered a very large restroom--far too large for the building I had just entered. Not concerned by the logical bounds of physics, I darted my eyes around and took in my surroundings. On the left, stood a massive row of urinals--probably 30 in total--no privacy screens between them. In the very back of room, there were a handful of stalls, fashioned from strangely elegant wood. To the right, a line of sinks that mirrored the urinals. There were quite a few men around, probably 20-40 in total. Some were relieving themselves into the urinals, penises easily visible, some were washing their hands, and some were dancing to the music. Nobody seemed particularly off-put by my presence in the men's room, nor did the ones at the urinals take offense at my attention to their actively-leaking hardware. Then, I noticed a handful of other guys immediately to my left, who were talking to some women, lined up along the wall next to the door I just entered. Nobody seemed irked by their presence either. One of the ladies proudly boasted, "Look what I can do!" and promptly completed an, admittedly, awe-inspiring (physics defying) back flip. The guys were all very impressed...and not at all phased by the strange nature of women showing off back flips in the men's room. I noted that one of the guys--muscular, with dark hair, brown eyes, and some stubble--was particularly cute. I wasn't about to be one-upped by this girl in front of him, so I cried out, "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" They, including the handsome one, all turned to look at me, presumably expecting some sort of gymnastic feat. Instead, I darted for the nearest urinal, which was currently being used, and pushed the guy out of the way, disrupting the grip on his manhood, causing a splatter of pee before he resumed his business at the next urinal. Then, I unzipped the front of my jeans (I hadn't changed my clothes this time!) somehow maneuvered my clothing so my urethra wasn't occluded (which was honestly probably a more impressive feat than the black flip), and began to pee--through the fly! I sighed with relief and glowed with pride as I looked down, seeing nothing but a urinal between my legs and a jet of urine splattering flawlessly into the porcelain, shooting from between the teeth of my zipper (I didn't even unbutton!). It felt surreal to stand there, peeing just like a guy, but even less exposed, in the middle of the men's room, with a rather attractive audience . Pee continued to pour out perfectly, and I glanced to the side, where I could make out pink protrusions from the guys' pants, gripped gently between their fingers, sprinkling urine into their respective urinals. I wish I'd had the perspicacity to ask them if they wanted to compare sizes . Some of them seemed very startled, others didn't seem to notice (ya know, this kind of thing happens every day, right?!) After several moments of urine tinkling into the basin below, my stream finally came to a spurting end, which, conveniently enough, did not require any wiping, shaking, or drying at all. "Thank you, boys," I said condescendingly with a little curtsy as I zipped up my jeans and turned to face the guy I was trying to impress. Judging from the bulge in his pants, it had worked! As I smugly approached him, he said, "That was nothing," and unzipped his own jeans. I was growing very excited. Things below were tingling very nicely and the room seemed to heat up. He backed up against the sinks and pulled out his long, rigid, penis. I gasped a little and halted in my walk, gently touching my hand to the front of my pants. Then, fully erect, he shot a spurt of pee from the sink and managed to land it in the urinal against the opposite wall (I did warn you this dream was absolutely ridiculous). Urine sprayed majestically from his rigid jewel below and he shot a proud grin at me. I approached cautiously. "May I?" I asked, my eyes darting from his smile to the toy below his belt. He nodded and I gripped it tenderly. The skin was soft, but it felt firm as iron beneath. I could feel the pee coursing through the plumbing within. I was filled with so much excitement, I thought I might explode. I pried my eyes away and looked at the target on the other wall. He was still hitting the urinal, spot-on. With a sly smile, I jerked his penis to the side, sending urine cascading all over the bathroom. I giggled childishly and flicked it around again. Before long, I was waving it all over the place, shooting just about anything I could aim at. It was euphoric! I was filled with such awe...I can hit anything! That is, until my alarm blared and I was aroused to reality with a start (I swear, it's like the alarm sets itself to interrupt the best parts of my favorite dreams! ). Speaking of aroused, however, my panties were soaked--and not with urine. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was on fire. Still dazed and absolutely enraptured by the dream, I climbed out of bed, crossed my room with my legs awkwardly spread in a futile attempt to avoid smearing the juices any more, and bitterly hit my alarm. I made my way to the toilet, where I relieved a very full bladder and cleaned up (and, you guessed it, played a fair bit...which was really unavoidable anyway, given how alive things were down there ). I glanced out the window and noted how dismal the day was--gray and drizzly. I decided then; I didn't want to go anywhere...besides, I had more important things to do. My mind kept flicking back to the end of the dream: The freedom of peeing through a little slit in my pants without spilling a drop...but even more pressingly, the liberation of having a penis. I mean, sure, I didn't actually possess one in my dream, but I got a taste of what it must be like for the male populace by flicking around that one guy's hardware (emphasis on the hard ). Disappointed, I resigned myself to only ever using a penis in my fantasies, but I figured I could make the most of the plumbing I've got (or haven't got)! Today, I would commit myself to cleanly peeing with my pants up, just as well as any guy! I started off with several full glasses of water, and thus the wait began. I grabbed some dirty jeans out of the laundry and threw on a ratty t-shirt, maybe not sexy, but sensible attire for the task at hand. I forewent panties, figuring I needed to leave the trajectory as open as possible. As I waited for my bladder to fill, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and plotted my strategy. I stood in front of my toilet, spread my legs, and unzipped the fly. This is never going to work. I couldn't see anything but the front of my jeans (duh). I fidgeted with the denim, trying to make just enough of my vulva protrude to give my urethra a clean shot...it clearly wasn't going to happen like this. I probably wrestled with it for a full 5 minutes, trying to find some sort of angle with which I could leave my pants fully up, but get my lady bits semi-exposed. Finally, I resigned my dream to being exactly that: A dream, but I wasn't about to give up entirely. I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt. The waistband hugged my cheeks tightly, but I wasn't entirely flashing the audience (which, thankfully, was just my toilet and the bathroom wall for now). I pushed down the flaps of my unzipped and unbutton pants, exposing my pubic mound to the toilet lid. I thrust my hips awkwardly forward and leaned awkwardly backward. It's a long shot...but it's worth a try. I pulled my jeans back up, fastened them, took another swig of water, and awaited my bladder. After about an hour, my kidneys were dumping freshly-processed urine into my bladder at a very noticeable rate. I grinned to myself and made my way back to the toilet. I removed my socks, kicked them over to the bathroom door, and threw a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet. Stepping before the porcelain throne, I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt again and assumed the aforementioned stance, my hips jutting out, my upper body leaning back. I stepped so I was essentially straddling the toilet, but still standing. I messed with the front of my jeans a little, trying to clear the way for my pee stream before I noticed a significant oversight. In restitution, I bent over, lifted the toilet seat, saying, "For the ladies," and let out what was probably a particularly girly giggle. I re-assumed my position and prepared myself for trial 1. I had incredibly poor line-of-sight for the action, but by the way it felt, I knew I was going to shoot pee all over the front of my pants. Mildly frustrated, I pressed firmly against the crotch of my jeans, attempting to push it between my legs. It didn't feel like these efforts cleared much more of the "runway", but "liftoff" was about to proceed anyhow. Worst case, I pee all over myself, the toilet, and the floor and try it again in a few minutes...and that's, more or less, what happened. With a little pressure, a moderate stream of urine found its way out of my urethra...straight onto the front of my jeans. I heard the mellow patter of fluid hitting fabric and felt the familiar warmth of pee gushing all over my hand. I cursed quietly and attempted to reposition, but with little avail. The flood continued to enthusiastically pour from my crotch, rapidly darkening my jeans. I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. The results were exactly what you're probably expecting: More pee torrented all over my hands and splattered clumsily into my jeans. Enough had soaked in that I began hearing the soft tinkle of what managed to weave its way out of the fabric and drop into the basin below. Warmth steadily seeped through my attire, sticking to my legs as the dampness descended. I shivered suddenly with a chill, adding even more misfortune to the chaos below. Thus, I stood, soaking my pants until the last few spurts...thwap, thwap...thudded against the fabric of my clothing. The amusement of having flooded my pants and spattered my bathroom quickly overcame the frustration of a failed attempt and I laughed to myself. I peeled my jeans off of my skin and chucked them into the bathtub. I grabbed another towel, dried myself off, and, likewise, threw that into the tub. Bottomless, I washed my hands and made my way to the kitchen (awkwardly dodging around the house to close the blinds I'd forgotten to shut earlier). As I waited for my bladder to gear up for round 2, I made myself a quick breakfast. As such, the day carried on for several hours, each attempt as doomed as the first. Finally, at the end, I simply pulled the pants all the way down to my ankles and had mild success peeing into the toilet from a standing position, but still managed to spray pee all over the place. All in all, it was an incredibly fun, albeit somewhat unsatisfying day! I guess this'll just intensify the penis envy until I can figure out a way to maximize the equipment I've been given
  22. 12 points

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    Here's a zip file of 13 different "Desperate Jayne" clips from my collection. Some of the clips contain nudity. A Stranger is Watching She Made Such a Mess Wetting and Orgasm Out of Order Measuring Cup 2 Can You Hold on Too? Bathroom Visit Pee at Pub Watch Me Wait Even Vampires Need to Pee Pain and Pleasure Waiting Her Turn Wetting Her Jeans

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  23. 12 points
    Did a hold this morning, managed 850mL,but feeling the pressure again so posting pics as it builds... I ordinarily have a really flat belly, so it was kinda shocking to see this. Omg.
  24. 12 points
    Part 1 Patsy and Tim were childhood sweethearts. They'd known each other since primary school, been dating since they were 13, and now, at the age of 21, they were engaged to be married. Life was good, they had similar interests, the same friends, they loved each other intimately, and although they were quite private, the sex was amazing. Patsy had been brought up to never discuss such things, sex was fr the bedroom, and your private parts, should be just that, private. Tim was the only person she'd ever had sex with, and since she could remember he was the only person, along with her gynocologist, who'd seen her naked. Tim felt truly honoured about this, as he knew that she was stunning. She was tall, and although she wasn't supermodel thin, he found her little belly sexy, it meant that her boobs were a perfectly formed 34C, her legs were long and sender, and her peachy round ass was just perfect. The only thing that they disagreed about was football. Tim was a diehard fan of a local, football none-league team, following them home and away, and this took up his every Saturday. Patsy just had no interest, and whilst it frustrated her, that was just the way it was. She was left to her own devices on a Saturday, whilst Tim went off with his football friends. It'd always been that way. It had transpired this year though that Tim's team had gone on a great FA cup run, they'd made it to the second round (Which Patsy didn't think sounded very good, but apparently it was), and they had drawn, at home against another none league team, from somewhere near Plymouth. Whilst none of this made any sense to Patsy, when the third round draw was made, it came out that they would play Manchester United, if they could win this next game. Tim was beside himself with excitement, and Patsy obviously enjoyed seeing her man happy! Over the next week the club had made the announcement that they were running a lot of promotions, and were laying on free coach travel down to Plymouth, family, and couples tickets were heavilly reduced, and season ticket holders could take a guest for free! Well, the whole region was buzzing with anticipation, and the club was selling tickets fast. They had 700 to sell, and they looked like doing it. As it was all free, and it obviously meant so much to Tim, Patsy decided to go along. Tim was beyond excited, he was sure she'd enjoy it, and it was going to be a party atmosphere. He'd tried to get her to come to football for so long, it was going to be great. When the big day came around, it turned out that the club was taking 9 supporters coaches, one full of local youth teams, as well as one full from the local high school. The others were just the usual fans, as well as lots of extra wives, girlfriends, and families. Kick off was 8 O'clock, and it was about a 5 hour journey, so the coaches were leaving at 13:30. Tim and Patsy met some mutual friends in a local pub at 11:30, for some lunch and a few drinks before they set off! Arriving at the pub, they were met outside by Michelle, a rather vulgar girl that, to be honest, Patsy didn't have much time for, she was in a leather jacket, crazy tight jeans, smoking a fag, with a pint. Unfortunately, she was going out with Mick, Tim's best mate, so they'd have to put up with her. "There you are guys" she shouted, "what a fucking day this is going to be, great to see you her Pats, fuck me, you look fit in that, get yourselves in there, Mick has got you some beers in". Patsy cringed, she was wearing one of Tim's old football shirts, and a pair of grey leggings, she was fully aware that it was tight and it showed off her every curve, but Tim had insisted she looked great, and needed to support the team, so she'd gone with it. Not only that, did she say Mick had got the beers in? Surely not a pint, girls don't drink pint's, she thought, but, sure enough, as they walked into the pub, there were 2 pints sat waiting for them. She groaned inwardly. I mean she loved beer, but, she was a girl, there were ways girls were meant to behave, she'd been brought up well, and she considered herself to be somewhat of a lady. Mick greeted her enthusiastically, "Patsy babe" he started, "Tim said you were coming, he was well excited, you're one of the boys today, you look great" She could see that people were making an effort to include her, so she decided to make a effort back, if just for Tim's sake. In the next 2 hours the pub got busier and busier with football fans, the beers were flowing, and the atmosphere was building. There were now 9 people in their group, Tim and Patsy, Mick and Michelle, and then Nigel and Karen had brought their 3 teenage children, 19 year old Justin, 18 year old Carl, and their 17 year old daughter Molly. Patsy really enjoyed Karen's company, and was naturally chatting to her. She discovered that Nigel and the boys were regular football fans, whilst her and Molly would normally spend their Saturdays shopping. Molly, was a typical teenage girl, face full of make-up, Tight denim hotpants, and a cleavage revealing top. She looked ready for a night out, and had no issues getting served at the bar. When it was time to leave, they'd had 3 pints each, so the girls headed off to the toilets first. It was a big pub, but it was so busy there was a small queue when they got there, giving the girls chance to chat. "I fucking love football days" started Michelle, in her usual brash manor, "but fuck me, last time I went it was a proper bladder buster, on the coach home we were stuck in traffic, I thought I was going to piss myself, honestly I did, I had to squat behind the bus as soon as we stopped", "Ewwwwww" said Molly, "you had a wee in the street, didn't everyone see you?" "Probably" laughed Michelle, "honestly though, I had no choice, my fucking knickers were wet as it was, how I didn't piss myself on the bus I'll never know" "I could never do that" said Molly, "You'd end up all over Facebook, that's just nasty" "Quite right" said Karen, "Girl's don't wee in public, they just don't" "I could never be that desperate that I did that" added Patsy, "It doesn't matter how bursting you are, you can always wait until you reach a loo". "Well I fucking couldn't that day" laughed Michelle "It was pop a squat or piss myself, that was my only option" As she spoke a cubicle became free, and she went in, leaving Patsy, Karen and Molly, looking at each other in disgust. "I can't believe she just told us that" whispered Karen, "its absolutely disgusting" They all had their wees, washed their hands and headed outside to meet the boys. They arrived at the pick-up point and found a line of 9 coaches. We're all on coach 7 said Tim as he led them there. They got on and headed towards the back, they were about 3 rows down from the back seats, Patsy and Tim sat together, opposite Nigel and Karen. Justin and Carl sat behind them, with Mick and Michelle sat directly behind Patsy and Tim, That meant that Molly sat on her own infront of them. Patsy felt sorry for her and tried to make conversation. Soon they were on their way, with all 9 coaches leaving in unison, the men all chanting football songs, and a thoroughly party atmosphere. It was only a few minutes until cans of lager were being handed out, and everyone was once again drinking. Patsy spent the first 20 minutes or so chatting to Molly, but she had then put her headphones on, and started messing with her phone. Patsy settled in and started chatting to Tim and Nigel, trying to get into the spirit of the day. By the end of her first can, she was starting to feel a little tipsy, and had to admit she was actually enjoying herslef. She looked at her watch, they'd been on their way for 45 minutes. She thought, on a coach journey this long they'd have a couple of breaks, she was starting to feel like she needed a wee, but told herself that they'd be stopping in the next half hour, so she started on another can. Half an hour later, and Patsy was really feeling a need to wee now, she had been watching the services signs and knew there was one coming up in ten miles. That was only a couple of minutes away she thought, and she would most definitely welcome a toilet pitstop. She had finished her second can now, and was starting to feel a little bit drunk, so she refused a drink next time they were offered. "Are you OK" said Tim, hugging her, "You've gone a bit quiet" "Yes babe" she said, "I'm fine, are you having fun" "I am" he beamed, "I can't beleive you're here" he squeezed her thigh, "The two things I love most in the world, Wanderers and you, are coming together, its going to be a great day, I really hope you enjoy it" They carried on talking, and had a little kiss, until Mick and Michelle yelled out, "Wahey, get a room guys, there's no smooching on football days" Patsy burned red with embarrassment, she'd never have kissed anyone in public sober, and now she'd been caught she realised she was a bit drunk. To make matters worse, as she sat, mortified, she noticed to her horror, that they were driving past the services. Her bladder protested, she'd been convinced they would be stopping, now everyone thought she was a slut, she couldn't make it worse by admitting she needed a wee. She tensed up and convinced herself they would definitely be stopping at the next services. They passed a sign a few minutes later saying they would be in 12 miles. A quick calculation said this would be about 10 minutes. She was going to be bursting by then, but she'd be fine, there was no need to make a fuss. The next few minutes passed agonisingly slowly for Patsy, who was becomming painfully aware of her need to pee. Since she'd started to think about it her need seemed to have grown remarkably quickly, and she was definitely feeling quite bursting. Why had she drank so much before a long journey, she thought to herself, it was just stupid, she was becomming very uncomfortable indeed. The motorway they were on was very well signposted and they past signs that read Services in 8 miles, then 5, then 3, then 1. Her bladder seemed to respond to each one of these as her relief grew closer and closer. "Come on, come on" she thought to herself, sitting tense and rigid, "just another few seconds", but to her absolute horror, no, worse than that, her terror, the bus just continued on its way, it was not stopping! Her bladder screamed, her mind raced. This could not be happening, what was she going to do, she'd been couting down the seconds til she could get some relief, and twice it had been denied her. She could have cried at that moment, as she felt so helpless, when Tim said "what's the matter babe, you're very fidgety." She felt a terror rising from the pit of her stomach. Had it been that obvious, had she actually started to pee dance. Oh God, what was she going to say, what was she going to do . Girls didn't talk about their need, and they certainly didn't make a show of themselves in public. She'd known Tim for as long as she could remember, they were soul mates, but she'd never, ever, even dreamed of discussing toilet matters with him. It just wasn't what girls did, and that was that, "Oh, erm, I could do with stretching my legs, thats all". "Ah, is that all" said Tim, "I was a bit worried for a second" "Will there be a stop soon" she enquired, trying to sound nonchalent, but longing to scream and demand a toilet stop in the next few seconds! "There better fucking had be" interrupted Michelle, "I need to piss like a fucking racehorse back here, that fucking beer has gone right through me" Patsy's mind whirred again. She was both shocked and appalled at Michelles brazen admission, and her brash, unladylike manner, but she was also delighted that she wasn't the only one desperate for the loo. "we'll be stopping soon" reassured Tim, "theres always someone worse off than you isn't there, Michelle always makes a fuss on these coach journeys." 10 minutes later, and Patsy's need had risen to new heights. She couldn't beleive how quickly her bladder was filling, the beer seemed to be having an efffect unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her knee was jigging up and down none stop now, as she tried to press her thighs together as tight as she could. Michelle had been getting more and more vocal about her need, and Karen had now also aditted she was bursting. Molly's ponytail could be seen jigging up and down too. "Do you not need to go, Patsy?" asked Karen She wanted to cry, YES she wanted to go, she wanted to go more badly than she'd had to go in years. Her bladder felt like a rock as her most intimate area burned and throbbed and demanded all of her attention. "Erm, no, I'm OK" she lied. "Well I'm fucking not, I'm fucking desperate" slammed Michelle, "its fucking stupid", she got up and walked down to the driver. No-one could hear her from back here, but Patsy was shocked to see her pressing a hand between her legs and dancing around, making a real show of herself. As she returned to her seat, she said, he's stopping at the next services. There were whoops of joy, as people echoed their satisfaction at this. "It better not be far" said Karen, "its getting urgent", "Oh mum, I need to go really bad too" added Molly. It was another 10 minutes until they finally reached the services. Ten minutes during which Patsy's desperation had grown intensely, she was almost in tears she needed to go so badly. Her legs were jigging up and down none stop and her private parts were screaming at her. She hated to even think it, but she was worrying deeply that she might not make it to a loo when they did stop. The thought was almost to horrifying to imagine. She HAD to wait, she just had to. She clearly wasn't the only one who's need had grown. Michelle had grown more and more vocal as the services approached, and many of the guys were openly complaining. Even Molly had been constantly checking how much longer, making no secret that she'd be running to the ladies when they stopped. As the coach pulled into the services, it became apparent that all of the coaches were stopping here, and so, as they were on coach 7, as they pulled in they could already see people from the other coaches dashing accross the car park. "Come on, come on" shouted Michelle, "I'm literally going to piss myself in a second, hurry the fuck up". As it did park up, there was a mad desperate scramble. Patsy almost cried with relief as she tried to stand up, but she was stopped by Tim. "Might as well wait a second" said Tim, "I think some of the girls are desperate to run it to the loo, better let them go first. Michelle sounds like she's on the verge of leaving a puddle" Patsy almost broke down and pissed her knickers on the spot. She HAD to get out, NOW, literally every second was vital. She tried to push past him, but he stopped her, as Michelle dashed past, both hands pressed into her crotch. Karen stood up, and Molly dashed out, holding her tight denim shorts up, as it became apparent she'd undone the button at some point during the journey. A tear formed in Patsy's eye, as she said out oud, for the first time in her adult life, "I need the toilet too" Her face burned beet red, but her bladder screamed and thrashed around inside of her, "Please Tim, I must hurry to the ladies". "What? Why didn't you say something?" asked Tim, but Patsy was like now like a woman possessed, desperately trying to push past him. Her need was even worse now she was standing, "Please" she stammered, "Please Tim, I NEED to get out NOW". He'd never heard her speak like that, and was genuinely worried. She couldn't even stand up straight her stomach hurt so much. Tim sheepishly moved aside, and started speaking, but she couldn't even hear him now. Literally her whole world was centred inside her knickers, and the desperate struggle to keep them dry. Every second now was vital. She pushed past him and hobbled down the coach. As she stepped down to the car park, she felt her control slipping, and a frantic spurt escaped her tightly clenched pee hole. "No, no, no, oh god, fuck no" she stammered as she thrust her hand hard into her crutch. This could not be happening, she was literally wetting herself, in public, with nowhere to go. She saw Molly and Karen running accross the carpark, but there was no sign of Michelle anywhere. She couldn't take her hand away for a second now. She was hobbling accross the carpark, in a fully fledged pee dance, clutching her frantic, aching pussy. She was going painfully slowly, but she had to almost keep her legs crossed as she walked. Finally she made it to the main enterence, she was in so much pain now, she hardly knew if she was weeing or not. She almost walked into a middle aged man as she dashed into the door. Where were they, oh god, where were the toilets. He vision was blurring, as tears welled in her eyes. Her bladder screamed, she didn't have time for any delays. She couldn't think straight, as she hobbled inside. "Where are they?" she said out loud, "Where are the toilets, oh god, where are they?" The man she'd almost collided with put his hand on her shoulder. "The toilets are just down there love" he said, pointing to her left, "You look like you're in a bit of a hurry there". She almost died of embarrassment, she didn't even realise she'd been talking out loud, but at that moment, she was very grateful for the help. As she frantically hobbled in the direction he had pointed Patsy was dismayed as 4 young girls dashed past her, "Quick, I need to piss so bad" said one. As she rounded the next corner she saw the sign she needed to see so badly. In huge black letters "LADIES", "Oh thank God" she gasped out loud, as she tried to hurry towards it. She thought about the glorious relief lying just round the next corner. This was a huge mistake though, as her need swelled almost incomprehensibly and her bladder forced a huge gush of pee out into her panties. It was much more serious than her earlier spurt, and almost floored her as she dropped to her haunches trying to regain control. "UMMPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, as thugh someone had punched her in the stomach. She pressed both hands hard into her frantic, quivering vulva. Her legs were shaking as another spasm passed over her. She fought hard to control it, but felt another quck squirt escape her. She started to cry as she stood up and ran for the toilet. The ladies room was a typical services facility, huge, with approximately 30 stalls, but she was absolutely horrified to see there was a queue. This couldn't be happening. Not now. She joiined the back and started pee dance furiously. It was absolutely chaos. There were approximately 20 women waiting, all making a huge fuss, and the sounds and smells that filled the room were just an abject mixture of joy and sheer relief, and utter, indescribable, frantic desperation. "Please, please, please hurry" gasped the girl who'd run past Patsy in the corridor, as a group of girls entered the room and started to voice their dispeasure, to her right Patsy heard the sound of a frantic gushing deluge hitting a toilet as a girl obviously found relief. Up ahead a toilet flushed and a desperate scramble of about 6 girls tried to ran for the vacant cubicle. Her head was spinning, as her bladder throbbed again, she could feel a trickle of pee starting to come out, she just couldn't clench hard enought o contain the ocean of pee any more. She heard a toilet flush, and, like a woman possessed she just ran past the line. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm peeing, it's coming" she garbled as she sprinted. She wasn't lying, she was out of control now. The girl at the front tried to block her, saying how long she'd been waiting, but as the cubicle opened Patsy just charged at it. The girl at the front can't have been more than 13, but Patsy physically pushed her, hell, almost threw her out of the way. People were shouting at her, but all that mattered was a wee. She tried to start pulling down her leggings, as she dashed in, and bolted the door. She was now peeing full force as she yanked them down and literally threw herself at the toilet. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" She gasped as she could finally relax, and her pee came gushing out of her at an incredible force. "Oh my god yes, oh I needed this" she gasped as her stream gushed and gushed and gushed like a firehose into the toilet below. Her legs were shaking as her pussy covulsed as what felt like gallons of pee flooded from her. "Oh it feels so good" she gasped, as she peed and peed and peed. After about 45 seconds her pee stream dwindled down to a gentle trickle and she began to become aware of her surroundings. She was lightheaded with relief, as the room spun and her frantically distended bladder slowly returned to relaxed state. Her whole body tingled as the terrible, desperate pain subsided and was replaced with sheer joy. It was another 50 seconds before she finally stopped peeing, and she became much more aware of the sound of the room. It was perfectly clear that there was still a queue of desperate ladies waiting for relief, so she stood up and quickly pulled up her knickers, not wanting to hold up the queue any longer. It was only then she became aware of how wet thet were. As she pulled up her leggings it quickly became apparent she'd had a full blown accident in her desperate scramble to the loo. Grey leggings were absolutely the worst thing she could have worn too. there was a sizable wet patch around her crotch, but her ass was soaked, with lines running down the back of both of her legs. She was almost in tears when she heard someone bang on her cubicle door. "Please let me in" begged the girl outside. Jen opened the door and was faced with the young girl she'd pushed aside doing the most frantic pee dance you've ever seen! "Oh, thankyou, fuck, pee now" she stammered as she pushed past her. An older woman started to shout at her about how disgusting she'd been, pushing a shoolgirl aside for her own gratification, but Patsy absolutely did not need to hear it. She knew how disgusting she'd been, she was mortified as she walked past the woman, who was still queuing herself. The scene was still chaos, but Jen hardly even cared as she wandered aimlessly out of the ladies. Back in the hustle and bustle of the main services she immediately heard a young boy declare "That lady has wee'd herself", the wet spot on her leggings clearly painfully visible, so she dashed into the outdoor clothing shop and bought a pair of utility pants. It was the best she could find, and they were painfully overpriced, but she absolutely could not get back on the coach with everyone knowing she'd started to wet herself! To be continued......
  25. 12 points
    Hope this hasn't been shared before The best Jeans Wetting Ever! - Pornhub.com.mp4
  26. 12 points
    *sorry I've been MIA for a while, I've been busy with school and work and watching people pee haha* Yesterday I went to the beach with my roommate. We dated for several months last year (and mutually broke up on good terms) so I'm still sort of low-key attracted to her (physically at least). I've also told her a little bit about my pee kink but not the full extent...so she doesn't know exactly how much it turns me on when she needs to pee.. We'll call her "Annie" for this story. I got home from work around 4pm and she got home at 5:30pm. We packed a blanket, some snacks, and a couple beers, and headed to the beach. I noticed she didn't pee beforehand. Neither did I because I'd peed at work an hour before heading home. We stopped at Starbucks on the way and each got a venti iced coffee. Then we walked down to the beach and laid out our blanket on the sand and ate our snacks, drank beer, and watched the sun set. It was a nice day and we pulled out our cameras and took sexy pictures of the sunset, the beach, and each other. Around 7:55 it got really cold and windy so we decided to go back home. I had noticed her shifting around on the blanket for the past half hour and suspected she needed to pee. There were no bathrooms near here and the bus stop was a 20 minute walk away. I also needed to pee pretty bad-I've actually had to go since we left our house- so I said, "I have to pee" and to my surprise she said, "Me too, I've had to go since we left the house and that coffee made it worse." I said, "Yeah I know, do you think you can hold it till we get home?" And she said, "Yeah probably." But a series of unfortunate events happened that made the journey home interesting and made me so so horny. We walked the 20 minutes to the bus stop and in that time I got really fucking desperate, like from a 6 to at least an 8, maybe even 9. The whole time we were walking Annie said things like "I have to pee so bad!" and "Omg I hope there's a bathroom by the bus stop because I can't hold it much longer." There were several small cafe's by the bus stop that we tried but they were all closed. Of course during that time we missed the bus. So we had to wait 20 minutes for the next one. Annie groaned and sat down on the bench, twisting back and forth. "It helps to sit right on your urethra," she said and I did the same. When the bus came and we had to stand up she immediately crossed her legs and hobbled on. We sat all the way in the back so no one could see us holding ourselves. Of course today there was construction going on and the bus had to take a 10 minute detour. Annie and I were bouncing up and down on the seats. "Omg I have to go so bad, I'm about to piss my pants," she kept whispering to me and I suggested: "Let some out, the seat cushion might absorb most of it." But she said: "No I can't, if I do that I'm not gonna be able to stop and will completely piss myself." Finally we made it to our stop without incident. But it was still a ways from our house. "Want to go to McDonalds? Or wait till we get home?" She asked and I replied: "I don't know if I can make it home." She said: "Me neither lol" and we went to McDonalds. Unfortunately it was after 9pm and the store was already closed. So we walked down the street to Starbucks but unfortunately it was also closed. "Fuck," I said. "Do you think you can hold it till we get home?" "I honestly don't know," she said, as we walked back to the bus stop. "There's a chance I might piss myself. Promise you won't laugh if I do." I promised and we waited another 10 minutes for the bus, squirming around on the cold seats. On the bus I honestly thought I might have an accident and was clenching all my muscles as hard as I could. We were both bouncing up and down and people were looking at us and I was really turned on. At our stop Annie ran out of the bus and down the street and I had to run to catch up with her, in which time I spurted into my panties. "Annie wait up!" I yelled and she slowed down. "Sorry, I just have to pee so fucking bad!" She said but I knew she couldn't get in the house anyways because I had the key. Every step was agony. I spurted many times during the 10 minute walk and it was visible on my jeans. When we finally got to the door Annie was dancing around like crazy. "Open the door fast! I can't hold it!" She kept yelling and while I fumbled with my keys, legs crossed, she turned to me. "Omg you peed yourself already!" She said, pointing at the wet spot the size of a grapefruit on the front of my jeans. "Yeah a little bit," I admitted, slightly embarrassed, but also aroused because she was literally jumping up and down in front of me trying to hold her pee in. I unlocked the door and we both ran to the bathroom. "Please can I go first," I said, and she reluctantly agreed because my pants were already visibly wet. We only had one bathroom in our apartment. So I took my sweet time. I trickled into my panties trying to get them off and just ended up pissing straight through them and onto the toilet seat in the process. Annie was yelling at me to hurry, saying: "Please, I'm about to pee myself for real!!" So I took my time wiping off the toilet seat, pulling my damp pants up and washing my hands. When I opened the door, Annie was standing legs crossed, bobbing up and down and whimpering. I delayed her by asking: "how bad do you have to go?" to which she answered: "really fucking bad, please let me in!" So I let her in, but the whole time I was watching her legs and crotch and noticed that when she uncrossed her legs the material of her light blue jeans turned a little darker. She slammed the door and I stood there listening to the torrent of hot piss erupting out of her and spraying into the toilet. She came out and I noticed the wet patch was now about the size of a golf ball and there were narrow streaks a couple inches down her legs. "Damn that was a close call! That's probably the happiest I've ever been to pee!" She said, laughing. After that she said she'd never have a venti coffee without peeing first, but I really hope that's not true. Although she has a pretty strong bladder, so this only happens very rarely which I'm pretty sad about. But we're going on a road trip in a month, which will be an 8 hour car ride each way so I'm hoping she might have to go then.. ;)
  27. 11 points
    Don't fetishize other peoples real traumatic experiences. Locked.
  28. 11 points
    If you have such a problem with us not allowing you to publicly fetishize children on our forum, you never belonged here in the first place and you will not be missed. Don't put your fetish on children. Don't ask for fetish material on children. Just any combination of fetish and children, you should probably leave off this site. Anyway, as I usually say to people I know are leaving for dubious reasons I won't see again, Ciao, fam.
  29. 11 points
    View File Live Chat Desperation for Tips 1 A girl is offered tokens on a live cam show to hold her bladder as long as she can trying to hide it from the rest of the room. No peeing, just a fair bit of desperation and then she bails at the end when she's very clearly having some trouble. Submitter TFBphenomenon Submitted 04/13/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies  
  30. 11 points
    I leaked a single short squirt into my briefs when I got out of the car. Goddamnit. Still, as my wife always said, if your pants aren't wet then it doesn't count as wetting your pants. Honestly I didn't really care all that much now I was home, I just really didn't want to lose control in the car. I've had enough experience getting pee out of car seats, both mine and Charlotte's. I didn't fancy having to do it again. It was lucky that I'd married Charlotte. For a lot of reasons actually. But right now, specifically, I was thinking that a lot of women would have a problem being married to a man who wets his pants sometimes. They'd probably think less of him, make fun of him, think that he isn't a real man or something. But since Charlotte wets herself at least as often as I do she couldn't really say anything, even if she wanted to. Not that either of us have a medical problem or anything, we aren't talking every day, or even every week. But most months at least one of us seems to end up with wet pants. And apparently today it might be me. Her Fiesta was next to mine in the garage when I pulled up, so she must already be home. It was usually touch and go which one of us got home first, though I had been held up enough today that I wasn't surprised she'd beaten me in. I gave my crotch a quick squeeze to make sure that I'd really stopped peeing and wasn't quietly trickling an unnoticed stream down my leg before I very carefully made my way through the internal doorway into our house itself. My bladder had that heavy numb tingle it does when I'm seconds away from losing control. Even though I was going to make it to the toilet in under twenty seconds I still didn't know whether I was going to be dry, or mostly dry anyway, when I arrived. That happens to me rather a lot actually. Nearly making it. My bladder cutting loose with the toilet already in sight. It isn't so bad when I'm at home with a change of clothes and my own shower standing by. But it's absolutely mortifying to be in a public bathroom with freshly peed trousers and knowing that even though no one knows that you've wet yourself again, really all it is is that no one knows yet. That you are going to have to go out and face the music eventually. That's another bladder related thing Charlotte and I have in common. It was quite the bonding experience when we first were admitting these thing to each other; sharing our dread of having to emerge, saturated, from a locked cubicle. This time I made it to the bathroom door without any further leakage, but the knob refused to turn in my hand. Locked. I knocked urgently. "Sorry! I'll just be a second!" She called from behind the door I opened my mouth to tell her to hurry but ended up saying "Take your time." I wouldn't matter whether she hurried or not. My bladder had been expecting immediate release, and once denied voluntary release it had decided upon involuntary. I felt the very familiar sensation of wet underwear on my genitals, of wet fabric sticking to my legs, of peeing while still fully dressed. I kicked off my shoes just before the urine reached them. Might as well save a bit of clean up. The puddle on the white tile beneath my waterlogged socks was never as large as I felt it should be. Charlotte's puddles were always bigger. Was her bladder larger? Or are ladies' clothes less absorbent? Charlotte opened the bathroom door to belatedly let me in. I was surprised to see that she was naked and naturally my gaze went to my wife's breasts rather than her face. There isn't anything wrong with her face, but there isn't anything wrong with her tits. "Oh!" She said in surprise, looking at my legs. "Did you have an accident?" I remembered where to look. "Coffee. Traffic." I shrugged helplessly. She nodded sympathetically. "If it makes you feel any better you aren't the only one." She said motioning to a puddle on the floor in front of the toilet. I must have been so distracted by her body I hadn't noticed. That explained why she was naked, and when she leaned over to turn the shower taps on I could see her legs were wet where she had lost control at the last moment. "Coffee? Traffic?" I asked. "Tea. Didn't want to ask at Thelma's and thought I could hold it. I was so close as well!" She said in mock frustration, "I didn't even leak. But when I started to try to undo the button on my pants... Whoosh." "Oh well." I said with a shrug as I stripped off my wet clothes. "Shall I do the mopping this time?" She tilted her head. "Yep. It's your turn. But I'll run the laundry."
  31. 11 points
    That's super harsh. I love your models, they do great work (as do you), don't let the haters get you down. Everyone criticizes, but I bet none of them have ever tried to shoot their own Omo video ;) We all know how much effort you put in to tech and light and all that, keep up the good work!
  32. 11 points
    I love microfibre type panties, they dry up so quickly....im not near brave enough to actually full on wet my pants in public, but they’re perfect for naughty wetting through under jeans or leggings.... I can blot them dry with a bit of tp, pull the pants back up and carry on....with just a little damp spot pressed up against me to remind me of my naughty deed.... Quick pee through my panties at work..... After a quick dry.......almost no evidence.....
  33. 11 points
    If Omo.org members were anime characters, this is what they'd look like.
  34. 11 points
    This girl I liked my first year of college. She liked me too I think. She had short black hair, cute face, skin that was white with just a hint of tan. She wore a black t-shirt and white short shorts that night with sneakers. We all sat at a table. All of the sudden, I feel something on my leg. At first I dismissed it. The girl looked at me quick and smiled. Then, I felt it again. Looked down and she kicked off her sneakers and socks, and rubbed her barefoot up my leg. Her toes tickled my skin and it made me shiver in excitement. Through the dinner she drank at least four glasses of water. Soon I noticed she was getting antsier. Squirmed in her seat as she held her chin up by one hand and the other on her crotch. Her feet and ankles crossed as her legs shook. After an hour of that she excused herself to the bathroom. It was down the hall and I saw her from the table. She knocked on the bathroom door. Occupied. She bounced here and there. I heard her knock again and ask, "Almost done? Kind of fighting a losing battle out here," in a strained voice. The bathroom had been unoccupied all night. I did NOT keep her from going, I even asked if she had to go. She denied for like an hour. She pushed her hands on her crotch and walked out of the hall and stared at the hutch trying to distract herself. Her tight short shorts around her round ass, legs tight. The bathroom door opened, but someone in the other room walked out and into the bathroom before her. She was like, "what the f--k!" Bouncing and losing control. Then, I saw her place a hand on her mouth as she turned red and a yellow puddle formed around her from the stream out of her short shorts. She was humiliated as all hell. Probably thought things with us were over. Boy was she happy when I said that only made her hotter lol
  35. 11 points
    Hi guys! This weekend I was at a convention. This specific story comes from yesterday. The show floor didn't open until 1 yesterday, so I slept in, and had a late breakfast of cereal and coffee. I do not remember using the bathroom before I left, which, retrospectively was probably my first mistake. The convention center is about 30 minutes away from where I live, and I left a little later than I planned, leaving just enough time to make it to the first panel I wanted to go to. On my way there, I realized I was thirsty and grabbed some tea from Starbucks, which I'd finished before I reached the convention center. By the time I got there, I was definitely feeling a need to go, but by the time I'd gotten my ticket scanned and my hand stamped, I didn't really have time for a trip to the restroom. I was at about a 7 by that point and figured I'd be able to hold it the 45 minutes of the panel. Now, coffee and tea both go through me extremely fast. I'd begun that panel feeling moderately uncomfortable, and after the first fifteen minutes I was up to an 8.5 and the wastebnd of my jeans were digging into my extended bladder. I wanted so badly to squirm, but I didn't want to draw attention to my plight. I seriously considered getting up and going to the bathroom, which is definitely something I could've done, but the panel was so intriguing that I didn't want to miss any of it. My partner was also with me and I didn't want to have to clue him in on my internal struggle. Another fifteen minutes later and I was at a 9.5. I felt a little dribble escape my urethra and I clamped my thighs together. I fidgeted with my hands nervously and jiggled my foot rapidly. I felt like my bladder was a water balloon. It was completely full and buldging into my jeans, fit to burst at any second. I wanted so badly to grab myself and hold the mass of steaming, yellow liquid inside of me. The last fifteen minutes of the panel were aweful. I know I should've just gotten up to pee earlier; I was so distracted by my intense desperation that I was hardly able to pay attention. I didn't even know how I was going to be able to waddle to the restroom, which was at the end of these ridiculously long and twisting hallways, by the entrance to the building. I didn't even know at that point if I was going to be able to stand up without losing my bladder all over my jeans. Finally, though, the panel ended and my partner and I, whom I had finally let know how badly I needed the bathroom, were able start making our way back to the front of the building, and thankfully to the restrooms. Once there I rushed inside and right to the first stall, where I danced desperately while I tried to get my pants down. I barely maneuvered my ass over the toilet before I let go. I must've peed for a solid minute. It just seemed like it would never stop. When I stood back up, I realized that my stream was so strong that I'd splashed pee back up onto the toilet seat. Of course, unlike some sick assholes, I cleaned it up. The feeling of euphoria though lingered for a good few hours.
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    I apologize for the scare. I was going through some personal issues and needed a small break. No update yet, but soon.
  38. 11 points
    Finally got a chance to edit this a bit...enjoy.... 81D6746E-B9F9-4E9D-B950-A27AC965E48A.mov
  39. 10 points
    Hi all, I've made a video based loosely on an experience I had at university. I need the loo when I turn up for an exam, but it's locked and there's no time to find another before the exam starts. With two bottles of water running through me and no chance of a loo break for the next three hours, there's only one way this is going to end! Hope you like it :) Exam desperation.mp4
  40. 10 points
    Alright... I'll take the bait and reply here... But, before I get into answering your question, what kind of response did you really think you would get here? From the way your post reads it seems obvious that you know what you did was highly immoral. Did you think that someone was going to tell you that what you did was okay? Or is this just some sort of trolling thing your doing for the lols? What did you honestly think you were going to accomplish with this post? With that said, of course what you did was wrong. Almost any time you have to ad the qualifier, "if the person never finds out," it is wrong. Just because they don't find out, or don't know, doesn't mean it is okay. For example, let us take the sentence, "Is it okay if ___________ as long as she never finds out?" The last part, "as long as she never finds out?" almost never makes whatever the blank was okay. Is it okay if I show my friends nude pictures of my girlfriend as long as she never finds out? Is it okay if I have sex with my friend while she is passed out as long as she never finds out? Is it okay if I spread nasty rumors about my ex as long as she never finds out? The answer to all of these is of course no, it is not okay. You intentionally took steps to make people think something about your wife. Something that would embarrass her, and something that is not true. You did this not only without her consent, but knowing that it was something she would not be okay with. Your only justification is that she may never find out. Besides intentionally doing something that would humiliate her for your own pleasure, it seems like a huge violation of trust. My girlfriend, and hopefully future wife, is the most important person in the world to me. She is the very last person who's trust I would every violate. What you did to your wife I would not do to anyone. It is a violation of the social contract we have with on another. But that you were able to not just violate someone's trust in this way, but have that person be your wife, the one person who just be able to trust you beyond all others, is especially monstrous. It is hard for me to imagine that this is something that you don't already to know. Which brings me back to wondering why you posted this in the first place and what you expected as far as a reply?
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    Hehe....at my old job I had many days where I went home commando because I wet my panties....but I’ve only wet my pants commando a few times.... although I will say, wet jeans all pressed up against my pussy....mmmmm I’m not sure why exactly I don’t do it more often lol
  43. 10 points
    Tess's surveys have generally been more than morally questionable. However, I've chosen to ignore commenting on them in the past since no teacher in their right mind would ever answer such a survey. (The surveys asked questions like whether students would be let to the bathroom during classes ect.) This should go without saying; but if you are a teacher or has worked as a teacher you should never answer any of Tess's surveys. Depending on the nature of your answer and where you live, doing so could be a massive breach of ethics. Also, free speech lol...
  44. 10 points
    Sosha pees in her jeans while standing outside on the deck in this giant photo gallery featuring over one hundred exclusive high resolution photos. We promise this is a recent photo set, and not from the 1990’s, even though you might not know it from the amount of denim Sosha is wearing in these pictures. Posing in jeans and a denim coat, Sosha playfully teases the camera, showing off her assets, before it becomes obvious that she needs to pee. There are a few desperation photos where Sosha is squeezing her legs, but most of this gallery is the main event. A rapid shutter helped us capture dozens of razor sharp photographs as Sosha pees. As a result, you can see everything from the very first wet spot between her legs to her jeans being completely soaked, and everything in between. You can clearly see the tiny drips falling from her pants, streams pouring from the cuff of her pants, and the wet fabric glisten in the light as trickles flow down her legs. After she is done peeing, Sosha is left standing outside in completely soaked pants. Instead of changing right away, however, she takes the time to show off her visibly wet jeans to the camera, the entire time happily smiling with relief and the enjoyment of being wet.
  45. 10 points
    One of my most vibrant memories of my youth was the day I intentionally wet myself. I was in the first grade. Our teacher was a horrid old maid, who was very strict on washroom breaks. Though we were old enough to be in school, thus toilet trained, there were quite a few kids who couldn't hold it long enough and wet themselves in class. That day I the squirming of David caught my eye. He clenched his legs together, slipped his hands between, and shook, all telltale signs of needing the toilet. I can't recall if he asked to go, but all was in vain anyway, as I watched with morbid curiosity as slick darkness ran down his khaki corduroy trousers. There was a forceful hissing sound, as the torrent pooled at his feet. He was permitted to go to the washroom to change, but our teacher had no sympathy in her cold eyes. His accident was a watershed moment (pun!) in my life. I wanted to know what intentionally wetting was like. There were the occasional accident, but I was overly cautious and went to the toilet every chance I got. I never drank much in the way of fluid because fluid = peeing = accidents. I would triple void (or more) before bed to avoid bedwetting (still problems, but I tried). I rushed home, and was alone. My Grandmother was lived next door, but I was allowed to be alone until my folks got home. I needed to go, as always, and usually dashed for the washroom as soon as I got home. Instead, I prepared, taking off my shoes and planting my socked feet square on the tan low cut carpet. Letting go, I released, wetting my jeans. The urine was warm, rivulets of wetness ran down the length of my stiff denim jeans. The feeling was amazing. The fear of being caught and the intensity of doing something so forbidden made my heart beat so quickly. I sloughed my warm, soaked jeans. The feeling of wet pants was familiar, from accidents, but this time was different. I was in control of this. Tossing my pants and drenched panties into the pile of dirty clothes and hoping that mom wouldn't say anything, I cleaned up and changed before anyone would be home. Hope you enjoyed as much as I did.
  46. 10 points
    Not sure that I seen this one posted yet. Stuck and Desperate to Pee.mp4
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    Don't worry! It could happen :) If anyone is interested in her videos, I'm going to post all her peeing videos below (beside the one already posted). For other videos with her, this is her Ponhub page: hellenthecat WARNING: Nudity (splendid nudity, yummy) and masturbation appears on some videos. I'll try to cover it as I can, for the most sensitive ones :) Teen Omorashi.mp4 POV Toy Piss.mp4 Bathroom Piss.mp4 Cute Pissing.mp4 Girl showing ass in bath and pissing.mp4 Shower Pissing.mp4 Girl Bath peeing.mp4 Sexy shower Piss.mp4 Bath Omorashi.mp4 Teen Shower Pee.mp4 Good Girl Piss in Bath.mp4 POV Pants pee.mp4 Teen Piss.mp4 Cute Teen Omorashi.mp4 Shower Piss (in bikini).mp4 Teen Piss 2.mp4 Enjoy!
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    It seems the artist Leaf (of DesperateLeafComic fame) has started an omorashi-based webcomic. It's really good, you can read it at the link here. Enjoy!
  49. 10 points
    All out of regular goodnites so I pulled out the true fits I’ve had for a while. They have a lower weight limit (100lbs) than the goodnites (125 lbs) and I found them a little uncomfortably tight when I’d first tried them on. I’d been using the liners as stuffers in the goodnites and other dipes, but hadn’t bothered with the panties too much..... I’d tried them on recently when looking (in vain) through my dwindling dipe stash and they weren’t as bad as I remembered, so I thought I’d try them again today... They were snug, but not in a bad way, and as soon as I had them on I wanted to leak a little.... I restrained myself for a whike, but soon the Diet Coke and waters, combined with the allure of the fluffy insert pressed so tightly up against my throbbing pussy won out...and I leaked...and leaked again...and again....They just felt so damn good and the warm wetness pooling around me before soaking in and filling the padding....mmmmm divine..... I got control of myself and continued on with my chores...squeezing and rubbing my legs together all the while, leaking little spurts every so often....trying to take it slow.... Eventually the leaks were getting harder and harder to stop, and I was aching to just let go and feel a flood of warmth engulf me, so I pee danced my way into the bathroom, leaned up against the counter, and did just that.... Once I let go a relentless gush of warmth flooded me as I zoned out and sighed in bliss....there was no way I was stopping....even as I felt them filling and expanding, and leaking.... surprisingly they only leaked a tiny bit....I was actually a bit disappointed, I love leaky fun and warm wet legs...but the massively full padding pressed up tight against me was a fair trade I guess These will definitely come out to play again! Before After...
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    Ya the jeans was a ton of fun....was playing around in the car on the way home, letting out little leaks.....got a little carried away.....mmmmm