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  1. One of the things that I like the most about this community, aside from the support and encouragement that people provide for each other, is the high ethical standard that is promoted here. What I am specifically referring to is the importance of respecting other people’s property that is stressed so much. There have been some amazing public wetting stories posted, but the best ones include the details of the poster’s efforts to clean up after themselves when accidents happen. I do not know if there have been any posts from users who are in the janitorial profession, to show their appreciation for those efforts. If there have been some, it can’t hurt to have another, can it? I am in that very profession and I want to express my gratitude toward those who clean up their puddles, even when doing so seems futile because of constant leaking from instances of extreme desperation. The reason I decided to post this is because early yesterday morning, I went to work to clean my second store of the night, at the tail end of my usual 3rd shift. In one of the customer bathrooms, a large mess of dried up pee was waiting for me on the toilet. I don’t know if the individual was bursting, simply not paying attention, or what they were doing, but it looked like someone had hosed down the underside of the toilet lid. It all accumulated at the lip at the bottom, just above the seat and (mostly) dried there. It was so thick in that spot that it was still a little runny, even though it wasn’t watery anymore. It is true that I have cleaned up worse before (puddles on the floor that people have walked through and narrowly avoided messing accidents that didn’t make it into the toilet bowl; sounds lovely doesn’t it?), armed with little more than some disinfectant and a toilet brush (where’s a HAZMAT suit when you need one?!). However, seeing this made me think about all of you who make an effort to clean up afterwards. It reminds me that not everyone in our world is an inconsiderate ass, whether they like Omorashi or not. While you may already know that your efforts make some janitor’s work less unpleasant, maybe it would be good to hear about it from somebody who is one. It’s always a pleasant surprise when I go into work and the bathrooms (and other areas of the clients’ stores) are not completely trashed. So, with all of that being said, I want to say thanks, on behalf of janitors everywhere, for cleaning up after yourselves when holding and having accidents in public. Hopefully you feel appreciated with this post. I was not completely sure where to post this exactly, but I chose Omorashi General, since it seemed to be the best place. If another forum would be better, then any mods that would like to move it can do their thing. Thanks for reading.
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  2. I decided to do this on a whim and thought some of you might enjoy it Hope you like these! And here’s a bonus ❤️
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    DLEE-163 - My sister pissed at Car
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  4. My wife tried to hold it as long as possible but ended up wetting her grey panties. Filmed with two cameras to get back and front view. Sorry there is no audio but we are both quite talkative. She doesn't think anyone else will be interested in seeing this, she granted me permission to upload to prove her wrong. Hope you enjoy Desperate wetting in grey panties.webm
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  5. View File DLEE-163 - My sister pissed at Car DLEE-163 - My sister pissed at Car Submitter wetpantsboy Submitted 05/19/2018 Category Female videos Clothing Panties/Undies Skirt
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    Finally, my popular cartoon character and avatar Trina is starring in her own original omorashi adventure. This plucky young lass doesn't mind letting you all be an actual fly-on-the-wall during her annual physical. This includes an array of tests that require her to disrobe and hold a bursting bladder. Trina had planned a smooth afternoon appointment but they're behind schedule and the ultrasound machine is in use, so before she can relieve herself she'll be poked and prodded, measured and examined without a stitch of clothing protecting her modesty. All the while her bladder gets fuller and fuller, and her stomach being empty by contrast for her blood sample has made her irritable. Will Trina's patience run out before her bladder's? This is a completely original story with plenty of desperation, nudity and peeing - lots of peeing. There are 35 pages, one of which has an animation of her spurting onto the table. I know this is slightly more expensive than the usual comics and doesn't have the same text previews, but Trina and this first story I've illustrated at her expense were crafted specifically for folks like us. The love has been felt and the wonderful support you all give me/us, both critically and financially, will definitely keep it flowing back out. Please leave reviews but don't spoil the finer details of this little escapade for new viewers. Thank you all for your patience and patronage!
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  7. "Thanks for being so patient with me! Had my appointment and ho boy, you would've LOVED to see what happened. Luckily you can, for $5. Feel free to drop a comment if you stop in for a peek, toodles!"
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  8. At games like truth or dare I have always been very proud of the fact that I've always been able to answer the question "when was the last time you peed your pants?" with the truthful answer "When I was six". However, yesterday this changed. From now on I will have to say "When I was 23" I had just visited my brother who welcomed his fist baby a few hours earlier and was now sitting in my car on my way home. The drive from his house to my apartment normally takes about five hours so I loaded up with coffee and the cookies that my mother gave me. I also had a waterbottle in case I'd get thirsty since I don't think coffee helps. After about two hours I realised that I hade an urge to pee, like bad. Not awful but enough to make me feel quite uncomfortable. I didn't think much about it though. The road home was basically just a long highway and I knew that I was just an hour away from the next gas station. An hour later when I drove in to the gas station I could barely sit still. My bladder was filled up and screaming for relief, but I knew that I would make it to the bathrooms. I got out of my car and walked slowly with my legs pressed together so that I wouldn't let the pee flow. However when I reached the bathroom door and tried to get it opened I read the note that had "out of order" written on it. My hope sank as I turned around and walked back to my car. When I sat down i could feel a few drops leaking out of my penis and inhaled sharply. I mumbled a few No's to myself and managed to keep the rest in. The next hour was unbearable. I was shaking and my eyes teared up from the strength that it took to keep my very full bladder under control. Every now and then small drops escaped my penis. When I tilted my head for a second I could see a wet patch the size of a tennisball on my light blue jeans. That's when my phone rang. It was my brother who wanted to thank me for coming all the way to see him as soon as he called me to say that Lauren (his wife) had gone into labour. During my monologue about how it was an easy decision and how much he ment to me I stopped thinking about holding my pee in. This resulted in a long stream of pee flowing out of me. It lasted for about four seconds before I managed to stop it. Now the wet spot had grown into at fotball and I began shaking again. I quickly said goodbye to my brother and hung up. It was harder to keep it in now since my bladder now knew that it was the one in control, not me. I unbuttoned my pans to relieve some of the pressure, stuck my left hand down my pants and grabbed my dick to prevent it from leaking more. But it didn't take more than a minute before some more came out and wet my hand and I moaned loudly in discomfort. This was it. At that time I refused to realise that I was not going to make it, but that was the last moment of full bladder. Suddenly a hissing sound appeared and I felt my penis and my bladder completely giving up. The pee flooded over my thighs and reached over to my butt, making a puddle under me and soaking the seat. I released my grip and relaxed, knowing that I had already lost the fight. And it, felt, good. That moment of relief is the best feeling I've felt in a while and I moaned again, this time because of the ability to breath without pain again. I peed a lot, and for quite some time. By the time I was finished the pee covered the seat and my pants completely and was slowly dripping on to the floor. Then I got hard, really really hard. My dick went from 0 to 100 in a second and I was instantly horny. I massaged it slightly and came just a minute after. When I got home I googled around about pissing yourself horny and found this site. After reading a ton of stories and getting horny like crazy I decided to contribute. So this is the story of how I peed myself for the first time in ages and realised that I liked it. Hope you enjoyed!
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  9. 'I didn't break the rules, I just broke the rules' Do you see the problem here my dude? Voyeurism is voyeurism, whether you filmed it or not. In a similar vain, snuff is illegal, even if it's someone else's video. Mods are still lovely fellows.
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  10. So I’ve been staying in a hotel room for a couple of months now and I’ve yet to have any wettings, mostly because I’d feel bad ruining the carpets or sheets. This morning though, I was woken up by the maintenance man knocking on my door about some furniture that needed to be replaced. Turns out they had scheduled for some movers to bring a new desk, mirror, nightstand and dresser for the room. I was promised it would only take a few minutes and that I could stay here while they do it. Since I have so much stuff in my room, I decided to stay. Spoiler alert: it didn’t take minutes, total it took an hour and a half. The entire time, the bathroom door was blocked by a giant dresser that I, a 5’7 woman with 0 strength, couldn’t move by myself. I was too shy to ask one of them to move it for me, but I hadn’t gone pee since the night before. So I sat in bed with my foot under my crotch trying to hold it till I had the room to myself again. At one point, I was asked to stand up so they could push my bed over and put the new nightstand in. I got up, and as I did, I leaked badly. I felt it soak right through my panties and run down my thighs till it soaked into my pajama pants, and I panicked. I sat back down, bit my lip, and covered my lap with my blanket. Another ten minutes passed, and I was losing complete control. I was leaking every few seconds onto my foot, and I knew it was too late for me to get up. All I could do was sit and watch them install the new furniture while leaving and coming back to my room while I was slowly peeing my pants. My muscles finally completely gave out, and I could hear the faint hissing as my bladder emptied itself all over my bed, panties, and leg. I was exhausted, embarrassed, and now uncomfortably wet. It just kept coming out of me no matter how hard I tried to stop it, and these men in my room never noticed or heard. It felt good to not have to pee anymore, but I had now ruined my sheets, pants, and panties. Once they finally left, I got up and waddled to the bathroom, leaving a trail of drips behind me as I did. I quickly peeled off my pants and panties, rinsed my lower half in the shower, then went to the front desk to ask for new sheets.
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  11. I don't really hide my fetish from people. I don't go around broadcasting it openly because in that sense it is a private thing. I don't however care about people finding out, either through perception or finding fetish content on my computer/phone/search history etc. Life is too short to worry about what other people think. If they want to spend their time judging me for what I like then let them, I would rather spend my time enjoying my life.
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  12. The Grand Finale at last! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I’m really happy I make you happy," Meagan said. “Not half as happy as I am that you’re happy.” “I’m not sure that makes sense mathematically, hon, but I don’t care. It’s so fun watching you watching me. And fun playing around with this.” “I’m so, so, so grateful. I’m just amazed every day you’re in my life.” “And I’m so glad you’re in mine—dear god could we be any sweeter?” “Wanna bake cookies?” “Hah!” “But you should drink some water, too.” “I never question the cook.” “These cookies,” Parker said, “are from an old secret family recipe, handed down from the ancestral oatmeal box we got it from. You can only get that recipe by marrying into the family or by asking really nicely.” “How nicely?” “You just pissed on the floor for me. You’re already in.” “Awesome. So what do I do?” “Start by washing out that measuring cup real well and then filling it with butter...” “A recipe after my own heart.” Meagan spent the next hour alternating between prepping ingredients, either for cookies or soup, and sipping water. She didn’t chug again, but over time her intake was considerable. After a good hour and a half of chopping and stirring and frying and baking, Parker thought he detected a little extra bounce in her motions, alternating with increasing stillness. As they pulled the second-to-last batch of cookies from the oven, Meagan ran a hand over her face and said, “Whew, is it just me or is it getting warm?” “Well, we’ve been in this kitchen for hours, so there’s all the body heat… and the stove’s been on the entire time… and now the oven.” “But is it just me?” “Kind of? I’m not really feeling it.” “But you’re just in a t-shirt.” “You’re welcome to join me.” “I’m gonna try this first,” she said. She wriggled out of her t-shirt without taking her sweatshirt off. (Well, “her” sweatshirt was putting it strongly; it was one of Parker’s.) It was one of those minor female feats that made Parker so glad to be in a relationship, so he could appreciate it fully. Especially how she almost accidentally flashed him as she pulled the t-shirt out the neck of the sweatshirt, with the bottom edge of her breasts just peeking out from under the hem. Once again his body acted before his brain—although the brain didn’t object, but rather applauded. He stepped behind her, kissed her neck, kissed down to her collarbone, ran his hands up under the sweatshirt over her so-strong abs up to the crease where breasts met chest, then up to her nipples… She gently took his hands and pulled them down to her belly and held them there, but pushed back against him with her butt to take away any sting of rejection. “I love you,” he said. “Just, y’know—FYI.” “Oooh, thanks for the update. Not sure I would have noticed, otherwise.” “Well, I pride myself on my good publicity.” “Your reputation definitely precedes you. Or something does, anyway…” She reached back to where he was, indeed, pitching a sweatpant-fabric tent. “How ya feelin’?” “Oh, I’m pretty good.” “Need to pee?” “Mmmhmm! A bit. But I can wait.” “How long?” “Right through dinner.” “Really?” “Watch me.” “I’ll do a little more than watch, if you don’t mind,” he said, running his hands over her hips and up. “That’s fine, as long as you watch the food, too. I don’t wanna burn anything.” “If we do, it’s because you’re so hot.” “That isn’t funny, love.” “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean… I guess it could be dangerous…” “No, I meant the joke was terrible.” “Ohhhh.” After the last cookies were out, Parker put the split-pea soup to the test: he stuck a spoon in it. It didn’t fall over right away, but instead made a slow descent to the side. “Not quite what I was looking for,” Parker said, “but close enough. And it’ll thicken the rest of the way when it cools.” “So basically you were looking for green mashed potato salad.” “Sort of. It’s called ‘pease porridge’ for a reason.” “Is that what pease porridge is? I’ve never known.” “Yup. And this really could last nine days…” “I’d prefer mine hot to cold, please.” “Yup. But I think we’re ready to eat—wait!” “Hmm?” “No rolls or biscuits.” “No salad, either. I don’t think we really need it. Plenty of starch in the soup already, and then the cookies afterward.” “All right. So show me what you meant by feeding each other.” “Easy,” Meagan said. She served up a bowl of soup, put it down on the table, and then said, “Come sit.” “Don’t we need two bowls?” “Nope. We can go back for seconds if we need to. Sit.” He did, and she sat in his lap, sidesaddle, working around his half-stiff tent pole. She put one arm around his neck and kissed him. Then with the other hand she took a spoonful of the soup and held it up to him. He reached for it with his mouth—then wisely blew on it for a minute before taking his bite. “Mmm,” he said. “Good?” “Yup!” “My turn,” she said, and handed him the spoon. He served her as she had served him. “This is a little awkward,” he said, “but—kinda nice. Romantic.” “Someday we’ll do this in a place with a little more ambiance than the first-floor Bryant Hall kitchen,” she said. “Some candles… a nice hardwood table…” “Dark Side of the Moon posters… spoons with cartoon-character handles…” “Do you wanna keep eating or not?” she said, holding his next bite out of his reach. “Uh, yeah.” “Then quit messing with my vibe.” “Sorry. Candles, hardwood, maybe a little wine… rolls, finally… Will you still be trying not to wriggle around in my lap ‘cause you gotta pee?” “Maybe. Peeing can be classy, ya know!” “Really?” “Oh yeah. It’s all in the presentation.” “Someday you must show me this.” “It’s a deal.” “You should keep the sweatshirt, though. I love that.” “Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking some short and black and low-cut.” “Mmmmmm—nope. A borrowed sweatshirt is better.” “Really?” “When it’s my sweatshirt and you’re not wearing anything under and I know you’re gonna take it off later tonight? Oh yes. Much better.” “You really are boob-crazy today. My poor bladder can’t even get a second look.” “Oh no. Believe me, it’s still in a starring role. It’s just got some good co-stars now, too.” They finished the bowl, but since they’d only had half apiece, Meagan jumped up to refill it. As she did, her stance was clearly a little tight and tense. But when she returned to her lap, she said, “Could you get me some water, please? I’m thirsty.” He held the bottle for her, since they were still feeding each other, and she took several big gulps. They slowly finished their second helping of soup. Feeding each other was romantic and occasionally hilarious, but not exactly efficient. Fortunately they had plenty of time. “Cookies?” Parker asked, when they were done. “Mmmm. In a minute. I just want to sit here with you,” Meagan said. And instead of making out, she gave him a single kiss and curled up in his lap, head on his shoulder, arms around his neck. “Thank you for being here with me, love,” she said into his chest. “I know you’re missing out on seeing family today.” “Well… yeah. But I’ll see them soon. I do miss my mom’s cooking, though. She could have done all this and four other things on top of it. She wouldn’t have forgotten the rolls.” “Do you like holidays with your family?” There was a note of wonder in her voice. “Yeah. I do.” He kissed the top of her head. “But I like holidays with you, too.” “This is the only one we’ve had so far.” “Been pretty excellent, though.” “Yeah. It has been. This is the best Thanksgiving I’ve had in a long time.” “I’m sorry.” “Why on Earth would you be sorry?” “Oh, not for today. For all the other years. If a pot of pea soup and pissing on the floor tops the list…” “You’re coming at it all wrong. It’s ‘A pot of fuckin’ tasty soup and sexy fun with my lover,’ and that’s way cooler.” “Ah, yeah, that’s much nicer.” She cuddled him for a long time. She began to rock gently in his lap—out of desperation or out of comfort, he couldn’t tell. She didn’t seem to be squirming in any other way, though, so he guessed it was comfort. He held onto her, patiently waiting and drinking in her touch. Finally she kissed him again, and said, “Cookies?” “Please.” But as she got up, her eyes went to the window and then got wide. “It’s snowing!” “Finally!” “Can I please please please go outside and stand in the snow for a minute?” “No peeing!” “Of course not!” Out she went at once, without bothering to put anything else on, barefoot into the snow to catch the flakes on hands and hair and tongue. Parker followed more reluctantly, and didn’t step all the way out. The snow had only just begun to fall—or at least only just begun to stick, for it was a barely-there dusting at the moment. But Meagan reveled in it. She shifted from foot to foot—cold? Dancing? Needing relief?—until she ran back to the doorway where Parker had parked himself. The outer door closed behind her as she snuggled up to him. “Okay,” she said, “Now I’m really cold.” Indeed, he could feel her hardened nipples through the fabric of the sweatshirt, and her toes were frigid when they brushed his. “Cold and I gotta go again,” she said. “Back into the kitchen, then.” “Oh, I can hold it,” she said casually. “Yeah, but I want my cookie.” “Oh, all right.” They fed each other cookies just as they’d fed each other everything else, alternating bites. They were delicious as ever, but Parker found he was far more focused on the posture and poise of the woman feeding them to him. Meagan was definitely locking down now. It made all her serving gestures almost refined, like making cookie-feeding into some sort of art. “So what’s your plan?” he asked her. “Well, we gotta wash dishes, don’t we?” “There is that.” “So I’m gonna let some things soak in the sink, and then we’ll wash up, and then once the sink’s totally empty, then I’ll pee in it.” “That’ll take quite a while,” Parker said, blood beginning to thump. “Well, yeah. No challenge otherwise, huh?” She stood there, still as stone but—to his well-trained eyes—fighting a fierce internal battle as she ran the water to get it hot, and then ran the hot water to fill the sink. She piled some items into the sink to soak—and then went back to sit down. “Gotta let things soak properly,” she said with a sly grin. No fewer than twenty minutes later, she got up from where she’d been sitting on her heel and started doing the dishes. Parker moved to help. “You can dry,” she told him. “You’re sure. ‘Cause I can help with the water parts…” She gave him her “challenge” smile: flashing eyes, flashing teeth—teeth that might not so much as grinning as bared. Without breaking gaze, she put out a hand, turned on the tap, and held her fingers under the flow. She stiffened, barely, noticeable only to his highly practiced eyes, and let the water run warm over her wrist. “You were saying?” she said. “Nothing.” She scrubbed and rinsed efficiently, nearly keeping pace with his drying. Cookie pans, mixing bowls, the frying pan, various utensils, then their bowl and spoon… the only thing she didn’t wash was the soup pot, and that only because it was still filled with soup. And if she had any problems holding it with her hands submerged in warm water, she didn’t show it much. Total muscle lockdown once again. As he got a little ahead on drying, Parker draped his dish towel over his shoulder and stepped behind her to massage her shoulders—only to discover that seriously every muscle was tensed, and his back rub bounced off. “Not yet,” she said calmly. “Afterward.” “Mmmkay.” Finally the sink was empty, but she still didn’t consider herself done: she rinsed it out to sweep the soap bubbles down. Then—only then, as the water ran—did she cross her legs a little. She shut the water and turned so her back was to the sill of the sink. She put both hands up on the edge, as if about to hoist herself up, but instead she raised her chin, asking for a kiss. He gave it to her. “Okay,” she said. “I think I challenged myself pretty fuckin’ well.” “Yeah, you did.” “I’d like to pee now. May I?” Impressed, aroused, Parker felt a surge of power at her question, and decided to tease her a little. “Hmm, you don’t look all that desperate to me. You don’t think you can wait?” “Oh, I could. But I’d rather not.” She reached down and slid a finger along his hard-on. “And I think you don’t want to wait, either.” “It’s just that if you really needed to pee, you’d say so.” “I need to.” “Say it for me. Spell it all the way out.” “I need to pee.” Her brows wrinkled to signal Where are you going with this? “Okay, but how bad?” “Pretty bad.” “Are you desperate?” “Getting that way, now that you’re stalling…” “I just like hearing you say it. One more time, all together.” She rolled her eyes. “Okay, let’s see… ‘I need to pee. I’m desperate.’” “You don’t quite sound like you mean it.” “Okay, boy, you’re getting picky.” “I guess I am. But I got an idea. You can get up on the sink, like you were about to pee. Pants down. But don’t pee yet.” “Okay…” With a glance out the window at the snow-covered campus, to see if she was observed, she slid her sweats and panties down off her butt and down to her thighs, and hoisted herself up onto the sink with her arms. She grimaced a little. “Aaaggghhh. Now I really gotta go.” “You’re bursting?” “Uh-huh. Being this close but not getting it yet… oh, sorry, I get it now. Yeah. I’m bursting. About to pop. Gonna explode in just a few seconds—” He leaned forward to kiss her, one hand down his sweats to stroke his hard-on. “Thank you. For saying it. And for waiting. Let go, love.” It took a moment, she was so tensed up. “Huh,” she said. “I thought I was gonna explode…” “Should I run the water again?” Parker teased. “No, here it—uhhhhhhhnnn.” A little trickle slipped out between her over-achieving muscles as she said “here.” This trickle was the pathfinder for the rest, and the gusher let loose, overwhelming her vocal control. Her face turned absolutely blissful. Her piss thundered into the stainless steel of the sink, ran in a river to the drain, flowed down and out of sight. Parker drank all this down with hungry eyes, especially the look on her face: eyes shut, mouth hanging open in a half-smile. Her bare butt did draw his eye for a second or two, and her arms gripping the rim of the sink somehow framed it all very prettily, but then she dropped her head, breathing a little heavy, as if she’d just run a few miles, and he had to look back at her face. Her beautiful, blissful face. As her stream tapered off to a drip, he cupped her chin with two fingers and brought her face back up for a kiss. “Whew,” she said, as the kiss broke. “That felt great.” “Yeah, you looked like you enjoyed that.” “After waiting that long, with all that water running—wow. Just wow. Letting it all out feels so awesome.” She looked him over, taking in his breathing and the size of the tent in his pants. “I’m guessing you wanna feel that soon, too, huh? Different stuff, but it still wants out?” “Yeah,” he said. She hoisted herself a little further up on her arms and shook her butt a little. More drops hit the steel of the sink. She pulled her pants and panties back up without wiping, took him by the hand, and led him out of the kitchen and back to her room. As soon as the door was closed, she turned to him and raised her arms above her head, inviting him to take her sweatshirt off. He did both, pausing for breath on the kiss while he got the waistband of the shirt over her face. She kept one arm stretched, letting the sweatshirt slide off gradually from gravity alone. Oddly seductive. But however appealing, the gesture was a little upstaged by her bare flesh now revealed: shoulders, neck, arms, and most of all her breasts. In the comparative cool of the room, her nipples were hard again. He couldn’t resist cupping them. “You want these so bad today,” she said. “Yeah. I want all of you, but somehow those got my attention.” “Would you like to come between them?” “Yes. Yes, please.” “Bring me the lube.” Parker fumbled through the bedside drawer and found the bottle (now three-quarters empty and slightly slippery from heavy use) and handed it to her. She poured a little on her hand and rubbed it on the insides of her breasts, glancing down only briefly, mostly keeping her eyes on his. “You’ll need to handle the clothes,” she said, gesturing with her glistening hand. Parker immediately bent to make her naked, but she shook her head. “Leave ‘em on for now. It’s cold in here.” He stripped himself down quickly enough—he felt plenty warm. She sat down on the edge of the bed. With her non-slippery hand she pulled him to her; with the other, she stroked his already-firming-up hard-on. After just a few moments of that, he was iron in her palm. “You’ve been wanting this a while now, haven’t you?” she said. “All day,” he said. “And yesterday, maybe? In the store?” “A little bit,” he admitted. “But definitely since this morning.” “When I held it for an hour for you? But didn’t let you in me?” “Yeah. That.” “Well. It’s a different part of me—but you’re welcome in me now. C’mere.” She laid back on the bed, cradling her breasts in her hands and pushing them together. Her cleavage had never looked more inviting. He climbed onto the bed, climbed onto her, and guided himself into the valley she’d made for him. She looked up at his face as he began to thrust. “Feel good?” “Oh yeah.” “Do whatever you want to do, hon. Come as quick as you want. Or as slow. You’ve waited long enough, do what you need.” He resisted the temptation to simply go as fast as possible. And since he was doing all the moving, he’d come a little slower than if he’d been the one lying down. Indeed, despite the massive horniness she’d built up in him all day, and despite the amazing feeling of her breasts around him, he built up fairly slowly. He slipped out occasionally; she guided him back in, held his erection down, kept her breasts as tight as she could. He began to run out of lube, and she re-slicked them both. He was breathing hard, working hard, feeling like he was either about to burst or collapse but still not coming. “Remember pissing off the pipe?” she said. “Remember how hard I had to work to hold on just now, at the sink?” He smiled breathlessly. “Remember our very first time, here in this room? With that trash can? Remember the treehouse?” Something loosened in him, and he knew he was getting close at last. “I was so desperate this morning. Practically all day. But I held it. For you.” She reached up and stroked his cheek with her clean hand, and then (as her breast slipped and his cock slipped out again) readjusted both of them. “You’re close, I can tell. Let it all out. Let it all out like I let it all out just now. Just burst all over me like I was about to burst. Come on me, lover, come on and come.” “I’m—nearly—” “Yeah you are. Think of me holding, think of me squirming, think of me letting go.” Burst was the perfect word. “Well, we needed to wash that pillowcase anyway,” she said cheerfully. “Did it get in my hair…? No, don’t answer that yet. Just breathe. You can rest on me.” “You’re a little sticky,” he gasped. She outright pulled him down onto her. “So I am, but just whose fault is that, huh? And if I can take it, so can you.” She hugged him tight. “Rest on me for a minute, then we’ll go wash up.” “I love you,” he said. “Mmmmhmmm.” She ran the fingers of her non-lube hand through his hair; her slippery hand clasped him to her. Her breasts, still slick with lube, shifted under his skin every time they breathed. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” she said. “How do you want…?” “It’s not a trade,” she said. “I’d like to come tonight, and I’ve got an idea of how, but it’s not a trade. Take your moment. Just be with me in the glow.” He rested his head against her, the afterglow strong, practically humming in his ears. “I do have to say, though, if we aren’t careful we’re gonna get glued to each other.” “Let’s go wash up.” He headed for the boy’s room out of habit (remembering sending her down the hall that morning) but she grabbed him by the arm. “Silly boy, c’mon in with me.” They showered together, as they had done before; she made him piss in the drain, too, to clear the pipes. He still felt a little wobbly as they made their way back to the bed, much cleaner and much less sticky. “So I think you’ll be glad to hear I don’t want anything super-athletic,” she said. “Yeah, that helps.” “Here’s what I was thinking. Have you ever heard that vibrators get called “back massagers” so they can get sold under the radar in places with more laws than sense?” “Uh—can’t say that I have.” “It’s pretty clever. ‘Oh, it’s not a sex toy, it’s just to help you relax! It’s for sore muscles!’ Well, to bring the day full circle: why not both?” “I think I get it.” “Yep. I’m a little sore and tensed up from all that holding. Help me unwind?” “Of course,” Parker said. He fetched the vibrator. Meagan lay down on her stomach, face down into the pillow, hands to either side of her head. “Any particular places you want me to work on?” he asked. “Shoulders most of all, but—all of me, really.” Parker set to work, experimenting with the different vibe settings and their effects. In the end he did a lot of work with his hands and body weight, too, but the vibrator served its purpose. Shoulders first, upper and lower back, down each arm; the rumbling vibration nearly took his shoulder out of his socket over time, but Meagan was loving it. He pulled her sweats down to get better Before he went down each leg he let her have a taste of it on her clit, slipping it between her legs and coming up from below. He worked on her feet quite a while, but as she was squirming with delight at that, he also ran a finger up her thigh and under her panties. This mostly-massage, partly-foreplay took well more than half an hour, since he was determined to do justice to each of her tight and weary muscles that had worked so hard for him. But in time he had the vibrator at her crotch more often than not, and then he asked her to shift position. He slid in behind her, sitting up, and her sitting in front of him. He kept the vibe on her clit on a low setting, but he also slipped a finger into her vulva and gave a little curl, like he was beckoning to her impending climax and calling it closer. Which is basically exactly what he did. She didn’t burst. She came in a long slow wave, shivering from head to toe, fingers and toes clenching the bedsheets and then going blessedly slack. “Good?” he asked, though he was reasonably confident. “Don’t move,” she said. “I’m pretty sure I’m melting. If you move you might spill me.” “We’ve managed Meagan-floods before.” She chuckled, low and throaty, not that far off from the rumble of the vibe. “So we have…” “I’ve said this said a lot today, but: thank you.” “Yeah. What else can I say? Thank you. Thank you. Thank God for you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And thank you, everybody, for sticking with this massive and unseasonable tale. I really did enjoy writing all this despite Thanksgiving being ages ago, and I really relished all your high praise, which kept me going. Sorry for any roughness in these last few installments; I pretty much posted as soon as I was done with them, which isn't my usual process. I like to edit first... but I wanted to get this finished at last. We'll see what happens next!
    3 points
  13. So the time has come for me to have a long, extended period of time where I have nobody stopping by, no plans for me to go anywhere, and all that fun jazz. This means that I'll be able to do what I want where I want to in the house. Fun fun. One of the things I decided I would do was wet my bed, something I haven't done in memory. So even if I have to purposely do it, rather than have it happen "naturally," I'll do it. I have decent protection ready to do so too. At first, I also decide I would just wet all the time, but I've upgraded it to not using the toilet at all. If I have to do anything, I will do it in my pants. This will include messing as well, it's something I thought of doing while reading someone else's posts, so it's something I'll do. Poor washing machine and shower's gonna get a lot of work this week. Still, wish me fun. I may consider posting a sort of "daily journal" if others are interested.
    2 points
  14. Hi! I’ve been a member of this fantastic community for a long time and have even become Internet friends with a couple of members here. I’ve written a few stories, but that was years ago and they seem to have disappeared. I wanted to give back to the community, so here’s some new content. My intention is to make this an ongoing series, but that depends on how the story is received, as well as how much free time I have. Anyway, here’s “The New Hire, Part One.” I hope you like it! ******************** He noticed the new hire almost immediately. How could he not? She was petite and cute, maybe 5’4” and all of one hundred five pounds soaking wet, with long lustrous brown hair and a smile that would melt ice on the coldest winter day. The supervisor introduced her as Sara as he brought her around the office during her employment initiation, and Jason was immediately smitten. He guessed Sara would be issued the cubicle diagonally in front of his to the right, for the simple reason it was the only one currently available in the office. It had stood empty since John Moeller’s firing for insubordination, and he hoped he was right because Sara would be a whole lot more pleasant to look at than that asshole Moeller. The company was not known for generosity toward its employees, and Jason knew that following her four-hour initiation Sara would be expected to complete her workday just like everyone else. As one o’clock approached, and the end of lunch hour, Jason smiled. The new hire appeared and began dressing up her workspace with a couple of framed personal photos and a small potted plant. Then she got to work. Sara adjusted her brand-new headset and sat cross-legged at her desk as she waited for the first call to come in. Jason and Sara were employed at Gentex as customer service representatives, their duties consisting of dealing with clients who were experiencing difficulties with their software before routing the calls to other technical reps if they wee unable to solve the customers’ problem. The nature of the job meant relatively long calls, with each rep spending upward of forty-five minutes to an hour on each call. Due to the positioning of the cubicles, Jason was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but he had an unobstructed view of virtually her entire workspace. She was dressed in a plain white blouse and conservative, knee-length floral patterned skirt. She doodled on her desk blotter as she worked, tucking her hair behind an ear in what looked like a subconscious gesture. And her right leg was swinging back and forth. Back and forth. To a life-long observer of female desperation like Jason, the motion was a classic sign of someone who needed the toilet. But that was impossible. There was no way Sara’s four-hour initiation hadn’t included showing her the location of the restrooms: just twenty-five feet away in the hallway outside the office. And even if by some odd circumstance she hadn’t been given that information, Sara had just returned from her hour-long lunch break. Surely if she needed to pee, she would have gone at lunch, right? Jason decided he must be imagining things. By two o’clock he’d changed his mind. There was no question the new hire needed to pee. She’d completed her first call and moved on to her second, and now she sat with her sensible flat shoes on the floor, her butt perched on the front edge of her wheeled desk chair. Her right heel tapped on the floor incessantly as her knee bounced while she worked. Jason had been doing his job for a long time and was more than able to assist his clients while following the adventure taking place in Sara’s cubicle. He was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but there was no question she KNEW he could see her, and yet there she was, bouncing her knee like a little girl who was being forced to wait for the toilet until she finished her homework. At first Jason was bewildered that someone would be so obvious about her need, but then it occurred to him that her distress would only be clear to someone like him, with years of experience searching out women who needed to pee. No one else would likely even notice Sara’s movements, or at last the significance of those movements would be lost to them. By three o’clock, Sara was approaching the limit of her ability to hold in her pee. It was obvious. Her legs were re-crossed tightly, and while she was still sitting on the front edge of her chair she was bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth. Her movements were quick and jerky, and she nibbled on her lower lip as she assisted her client. Unless she had an extremely small bladder or had drunk an enormous amount of liquid at lunch – or both - Jason doubted she’d peed since before leaving for work this morning. She was holding it intentionally. There was no other explanation. Sara bounced at her desk and nibbled on her lip and hung up her phone. Looked out at the hallway and back at the phone and Jason could almost read her mind. I really need to pee. Should I go now, before the phone rings again, or should I wait? The phone began flashing, forcing Sara’s hand, but it didn’t really matter. The call would be routed to another customer service rep if Sara didn’t answer after two rings, so she could still go pee if she needed to. She bounced and squirmed and glanced again at the hallway. Then she answered the call, and Jason was in love. Or at least in lust. And he thought, I really need to get to know this girl…
    2 points
  15. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/174077269416/not-much-volume-but-i-enjoyed-this-one-a-lot My friend was out of the house for a while this morning, and the mood struck. So I changed into my "wetting dress" - it's slightly too big for me (something I considered impossible with my weight lmao) - and let loose. Although the video isn't super exciting, it was to me. It felt exceptional, lol. My camerawork is particularly poor on this one because I was shaking from head to toe in excitement the entire way through. My legs almost gave way a couple of times, and after I'd finished recording, I spent a while sitting in the bath/shower floor enjoying myself, and also just laying back and trying to regulate my breathing again. Downside - very smelly wee lmfao. I had been drinking fairly heavily with my friend the night before, and despite having an accident during the night, I don't think it was all out of my system yet. After peeling my then-cold tights off, they were fragrant (to say the least). But anyway, once I had regained composure around half an hour after actually wetting myself, I rinsed my tights off in the sink to give the washing machine a fighting chance and showered - I needed it. ?
    2 points
  16. From the PornHub user RavenBigAss. Very easy to find her videos on there by searching. This is a very nice wetting Warning: Partial nudity Pee desperation in yoga pants.mp4
    2 points
  17. When you're into public wettings, especially "accidental wettings" as me, it's often very hard or basically impossible not to make a mess. But I always try not to do it on things that are hard to clean, like seats or carpets. And if possible, I clean up the place as much as I can.
    2 points
  18. I really dislike the stories where people deliberately make a mess.. so great post!
    2 points
  19. Yes, you mirrored and provided a download link to a video that was breaking the rules for that specific reason, which as such, is breaking the rules. I apologize if that reasoning wasn't clear. I do not enforce rules for brownie points, I enforce rules because its my job. They get enforced, threads get locked, offending items get taken down, the guidelines page is pointed out. Such is the very purpose of a moderator. As for the approval queue, it is not approved on a bias by bias basis. You didn't say anything that had any reason for it to not be approved. If you have any more questions revolving around your warning, feel free to contact a member of the moderating team!
    2 points
  20. Hey all, so I've been with my GF Michele about 4 months now and let's just say this might be the happiest I've ever been. She is 20 5'5 blonde brown eyes about 150 ibs and has a little one. Well let's just say that little one also killed her bladder and put us in some interesting situations. I always do everything in my power to help because she is not into pee... well at least not that I know of, but I don't believe in throwing my fetish on someone and make them miserable. That being said that hasn't stopped her from having 2 accidents and a few very close calls in our time together. This happened about 2 weeks ago and honestly I constantly think about it so I figured I'd share it for all of you to enjoy. Michele and I had a date planned that involved going to a random cafe, then go to an amusement park for the day, and I made reservations for this really nice restaurant. It was supposed to be a perfect day and I was very excited. We get up at around 0700 get ready and we are on the road at about 0715. Michele was wearing some tight blue Jean's and a white shirt and looked amazing. We get to this nice cafe I eat an omelet and she has French toast and we are back on the road by 0930. Now normally Michele needs a lot of bathroom breaks but this time she didn't ask and it never crossed my mind so by the time we get there she is already bursting and the only bathroom is inside the park... and there's a line... she sees how long it is and almost starts crying and I ask her if she wants me to try to find a gas station and she said the words I won't make it... now we all know the feeling of excitement right before we see someone wet in a video after they hold it for as long as they can and burst... I had that and it took everything for me to ignore it and I had an idea. I went near the front and there was a very nice lady with her 2 kids. I explained Michele was about to wet herself and offered to pay her 20 if she let us cut so Michele could pee. She took one look said keep my money and let us go in front. I was truly shocked but decided to thank her. We started talking and she finds out Michele is also a mother and we get to know each other. so there are maybe 2 people in front of us when Michele suddenly bends over towards the ground and starts wetting herself in front this mom and her two kids... and everyone else who happened to see. It wasn't a very long pee because her bladder is tiny and can't hold much but the damage was done and anyone who looked at her could tell. Well I expected her to run off and cry, blame me somehow, or do anything except of what she did next. She stood up told the kids behind her that this is why you dont wait until the last minute and started laughing. The mom smiled and said that after her second kid she herself had a few accidents and then Michele thanks her for letting us cut we get out if line and go to the car. As we pass its very obvious everyone was looking at her and she just made the best out of a bad situation. She just said yes I wet myself. I had a kid and long lines dont make it any easier. She got a few laughs and we went on our way. She changes in the car we finally get in the park and I spent the rest of the day reminding her to go potty just to mess with her.
    2 points
  21. I went to the cinema yesterday accompanied by a lady friend who is not into omo as far as I know, but she is a bit dominant and controlling person and has issue with people who are not submissive and don’t do things as she says. I hang out with her on more occasions in the past and she always tried to control my toilet visits if I wanted to use a toilet at unappropriated time, like in the middle of the movie or pee somewhere public. She didn’t even let me drive and we used her car. As suggested in the challenge, I wore tight light wash jeans and put a sanitary pad in my panties to absorb first leaks. When we arrived to the cinema, she told me to use the man’s room, because she knows about my weak bladder and occasional wetting accident and didn't want any surprises in the middle of the movie. So not to look suspicious, I visited the man’s room before the movie, but I didn't pee. I didn’t even have to go at that point. Before going in the cinema hall, I bought a family pack of popcorn and in the package are 2 big Cokes, so I made sure I'll have to pee before the end of the movie. When I drink half of liter of Coke, it's almost guaranteed I'll have to pee badly in next hour and I didn’t empty my bladder for a while now. So I wasn’t surprised when my bladder sent first signs of urge to pee even before I finished my Coke. I got really desperate at about 1/2 of the movie. It was time to tell her I need to use the bathroom. As expected, she said "No, you can't use the toilet in the middle of the movie. It’s embarrassing. You can hold it." I followed her demand, even I was on the verge of peeing myself. When first leaks went in my panties, I ask again and told her I really have to go, otherwise I might wet myself. She replied “Can’t you wait until the end of the movie? If I can do it, you can do it too.” I guess Coke made had desperate too. I gave in and waited for another 10 minutes. At that point I couldn't hold it anymore and big leak went in my panties. Sanitary pad was at that point totally soaked, panties were wet too and a small wet patch appeared on my pants as well. Now I really had to go and I told her that I just can't hold it anymore and I’ll wet myself in a minute. She realised it’s really bad and with a dissatisfied voice said “ok, go if you have to. We don’t want to make a puddle.” I got up and left immediately, but I was waiting too long and while fast walking towards the toilet another big spurt surprised me and immediately a stream followed. I stopped, put my hand between my legs and pressed legs together, but it was too little too late and I was totally peeing myself in the middle of a hallway, even that was not the plan. I wanted just wet panties and maybe a wet spot between my legs on my pants. With much effort I managed to stop peeing in a few seconds, but pants were wet all the way down to knees and it showed well on my tight light wash jeans. When I stopped peeing, I just run to the man’s room. Immediately I got rid of wet sanitary pad and clean myself as best as I could. I also peed some more in the toilet. Now it came the hard part. Telling her what happened. I sent a text "I wet my pants before reaching the toilet and I'm going home. Sorry! I’ll take a taxi". She immediately texted me back not to go home and I should wait for her in the parking lot next to her car. She will take me home. It was not something I was particularly keen on doing, but I didn't dare saying no and I obeyed the request. I left the man’s room and headed for the parking lot, because I was expecting her to come right away, but she decided to watch the movie until the end, because it was only about 15 minutes left and wanted to see the end. I was waiting for her in totally wet pants for about 20 minutes in the middle of the parking lot. Quite embarrassing and it felt like an hour, but I managed to avoid most of the people going in and out of their cars and luckily it was already dark outside and her car was not parked near the street lamp. Before she arrived, I had to pee again. I didn’t want to go inside the cinema again, so I squatted next to the car and emptied my bladder. Pants were already wet anyway. I made a wet patch on my ass a bit wetter and made a puddle under my feet, otherwise it went well.When she finally arrived she was a bit irritated and asked why I didn’t tell her soon enough how bad I had to go. Well, I did, but she didn't want to hear it, I guess. But of course, I didn’t dare to say it, I just mumbled “I don’t know”. I did complain a bit about waiting for her in the parking lot and she told me to shut up and be happy she will drive me home. She also told me she forgot to go to the ladies room when leaving the cinema and she is now desperate because of me. I hoped she would wet herself in the car, but I guess she has an iron bladder, because she managed to hold it all the way to my place. Even she was not in a good mood, she accepted my invitation for a drink at my place because she had to pee and as compensation for all the trouble. I guess she was not that mad anyway. After all, it seemed as my accident was her fault. When we entered the apartment, she actually run to the bathroom and pee. She had to be really desperate, otherwise she wouldn't do it like that. She is too much of the lady and never shows her weaknesses. After a couple of minutes it was my turn for the bathroom and I could wash myself and changed my clothes and pee again. I just done it while showering. When we were both officially ready to enjoy the evening again, I managed to gradually get her back in the good mood and evening ended up good after all.
    2 points
  22. Since I've consistently wet the bed for the past months, I was inspired to build a sensor that would record when and how much I wet during the night, just out of curiosity. I used my Arduino and the temperature sensor from my circuits lab kit to do this. By waterproofing the sensor and putting it inside my protection, I could record the temperature change from my wetting and see how long it lasted. From this, I could calculate the volume of the wetting by multiplying the average bladder emptying rate for females (18ml/s) by the time. A night while I was doing this experiment would go like this: I'd pee, brush my teeth, and change into my sleepshirt and abena, but with the sensor taped to the inside. The Arduino was held to my calf by a knee sock. Then I'd go to bed, and eventually fall asleep. In the morning, I'd change out of my protection and plug my Arduino into my laptop to download the data in memory. I wrote a program for the Arduino that logged when the sensor was above the temperature threshold, for how long, and calculated the estimated volume for me along with a total for the night. For one night, I got this data: After going to bed around 10pm, the sensor picked up one wetting at 1:16am for 23s/414ml, and one at 4:57am for 19s/342ml, totalling 756ml. I woke up around 6:30am. The data I got from other nights continued this pattern, with two wettings each night, about three hours apart.
    1 point
  23. In keeping with the spirit of the community, I wanted to finally share some of my very first wetting videos. One simply wetting and the other bed wetting. Even though I've been wetting for a long time, these were some of the first I ever recorded. Needless to say, I was extremely nervous!! movie1.mp4 RW1.mp4
    1 point
  24. I will upload this video if someone can show me an easy way to download videos from MyDirtyHobby. Miss Mia deactivated her account so this video can no longer be purchased anywhere. It's a shame because it is an excellent one. She pees naked for over a minute and a half right on to the seat and it gets absolutely destroyed.
    1 point
  25. I never saw this pop up on here and since I'm bored I figured I would post it. It's nothing incredible but at least it will be absorbed into the omorashi archives for those that keep up on these types of scenes. Last year the tv network USA ran an eight episode series called The Sinner. In part seven here, Cora and her sister Phoebe are riding in the back of a truck, high on drugs. Phoebe tells Cora "I screwed up. I had an accident. I peed myself." Nothing is shown. This leads to them pulling over and washing Phoebe's dress in a creek while Phoebe stands in her underwear. Here is a link to the episode streaming. The scene described above starts at 13:48. https://www.speedvid.net/4ublbs0zfdqe
    1 point
  26. Oh my goodness, I totally didn't mean anything by masculinity comment toward you! I realize that it may have come across like that I am sorry! I meant more along the patriarchy comment and how that makes it more taboo. This is general just comes down to what you like or don't like and everyone has their own tastes.
    1 point
  27. General Info  Name: Zanthia Gender: Female Height: Average Hair style/color: Brown hair, ponytail Eye color: Turquoise Body type: Lanky Age: 21 Personal Info Personality: Bright but reserved Interests/Hobbies: Model trains, videogames, food Fetishes/Kinks: Doorknobs, soft clothing, Omorashi Sexual Orientation: Straight Breast size (if applicable): Realistic Butt size: Average Bladder size: Massive Holding Ability: Average Extra Things Underwear appearance: Plain Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): Green shirt with large white five-pointed star on the front. Yay, new interactive! *hits follow* Hmmm, maybe I should leave a comment too!
    1 point
  28. This was an excellent idea and it is very, very well-executed. There's so much great stuff here--so many perfect details that I won't spoil. Another masterpiece!
    1 point
  29. Seriously, those are amazing pictures. I wish we could give omorashi gold to posts.
    1 point
  30. Good scenario, plus a feisty redhead addition to the cast. Great stuff, as usual.
    1 point
  31. I often have to wait in long lines for the bathroom when I go out dressed as a women and visit popular night clubs. There is always a long line in front of ladies room. I often see other desperate women and sometimes men waiting for their turn. And I'm also most of the time desperate while waiting. I even wet myself on a few occasions while waiting, because I couldn't wait long enough. I also waited in a long line when I was very desperate at the gas station when a turist bus arrived just before me and a lot of women had to use a bathroom. I never go to the men's room when I present myself as women, even if that means I'll wet myself while waiting.
    1 point
  32. I wet myself from fear many times in my life, because I'm pron to emptying my bladder when scared or nervous, but I don't know how to fake it. You can only get yourself in the situations where is good chance you would lose it when scared. Like going to scary house with full bladder or something. But if your body doesn't want to empty your bladder when scared, I don't think you can make yourself do it. Try playing a video game like Resident Evil with VR headset. It's really scary game even when played only with headphones. My panties got wet on a few occasions when I played it with full bladder. It has really scary moments in it. Sometimes they actually made me jump. But the only time I totally emptied my bladder due to fear when playing a video game, it happened from another reason. And I was not even desperate before that happened. I stayed with the friend for a few days and one evening when I was playing the game with headphones on, he came in the room and grabbed me by the shoulder, when I was entering a scary cellar under the house. I jumped from my chair, screamed and pissed myself. And I almost dropped the controls. I actually didn't realise I'm peeing my pants until a moment later when he was laughing like mad and pointing his finger to the floor. I was wearing shorts and peed so much I made a puddle. It was really embarrassing.
    1 point
  33. I'm always glad to see these kind of threads. Golden, time after time ?
    1 point
  34. Ravenkitty

    Today I want to post a Pornhub channel: Ravenkitty is a couple's kinky channel, in which they post mostly videos of masturbation and pee-related content (mostly her peeing herself in panties or other clothes). I'm not posting any videos here, because - as it's specified in the channel's intro - they 'do not give permission to post any content in other sites and forums'. i think that posting the link to their channel is no harm, but that's the reason why I'm not posting any videos. Enjoy!
    1 point
  35. As has been said Snuppa (sadly in my opinion) did very few knicker-wetting videos. Her vids focussed predominantly on jeans wetting 9and other forms of trousers though occasionally she would reveal the wet knickers after she had finished. The video of her in the bath is the ending of her making breakfast. I have four others and i think that may be all of them. Two don't really show much knicker wetting (bikini and sink) and the wetting knickers only gives s brief glimpse. The best for actually seeing the knickers being wet is probably white skirt. Enjoy!! After a swim (bikini).mpg In a white skirt.mov Using the sink.mp4 Wetting knickers.wmv
    1 point
  36. After reading your "about me" page I find it absolutely adorable that you're saying this. Pot calling the kettle black. But hey, you get to be part of your own little hugbox: The community of people who break the rules, get punished, and then proceed to go off on one about how the mods are pieces of shit. It's a small group but at least you won't be fighting to get the last of the coffee.
    1 point
  37. I think all studios get their crowd of praisers and crowd of haters, you can't please everyone. Let's say I am into holding and desperation, obviously I am not going to like sites that offer mostly wetting content and don't focus on desperation. With models it's a very personal perception of beauty. Funny enough but very often I completely disagree even with my own wife (she is bisexual so attracted to women as much as to men). A lot of times she would tell me that some woman is beautiful and sexy and I am like "meh, if you say so..." or I tell her that someone looks hot and she would say that she doesn't find her very attractive. There had been omorashi models on different sites that many people liked and commented how cute they're and I just can't find that model attractive myself and feel no sexual vibes looking at her. Or the other way around, I remember years ago I asked B2B owner online about possibility of Tabitha coming back, and he responded something like that her videos had never been best sellers and she wasn't very popular model among customers. Myself I find her one of the most attractive and sexy models he ever had, so I was quite shocked by his response.
    1 point
  38. Big leak

    Did not make it to the toilet in time, sans padding. It was so warm as it soaked my middle and bottom. Now, I’m cold and needing of a shower.
    1 point
  39. just realized that part 1 and 2 are above, just uploading part 3 now. 3.mp4
    1 point
  40. Nah that's fine! I probably should make this as professional as I can for when kirito sees this anyway! (WHAAAAA? ME? PROFESSIONAL?)
    1 point
  41. Are you serious? You feel entitled enough to fetish material that you ask for it for free on the thread of the owner of the material?
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    Preface, I am not at all into the ABDL side of Omorashi. Nothing against it, it just doesn't appeal to me specifically. With that in mind it may seem a little strange that I am even reviewing Nanako, however I believe in promoting excellent Omorashi stuff even when it is not for me. Because Nanako is excellent. @Sketch Man brings his signature style to a longform comic and it's clear that a ton of effort has gone into making Nanako. As far as I can tell, the characterization is well thought out and can even work as a cute little story about two childhood friends if you're not into Omo. It doesn't target my tastes, but for the people this comic is made for, it's a must-read.
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  42. Version 1.0.0

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    A couple of girls have fun wetting their shorts and swimsuits, and then walk about with wet spots very visible. Enjoy, Rach
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  43. 3PanelWetting

    This kind of wetting is one of my favorites: deliberate and for convenience.
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  44. Yep yep. That's right! I rather envy him as well. In some ways... Chapter 8! Sex tag again, not very much though. Only female wetting in this chapter if that matters to you. **** "I think I should just pee my pants." "Sorry... What?" I was pretty sure I heard Camille the first time, even over the manifestly untalented rock music and the inebriated crowd, but it was the sort of thing I wanted to sure about. "The line for the ladies' is stupid long. I'll think I should just pee my pants." I immediately looked down at the crotch of her light grey jeans expecting to see glistening wetness any moment. She punched me on the arm. "Not here I won't! Jesus, dude! There are people I might run into again here. Come on, lets get going." We had been planing to leave the university bar even before Camille's announcement and had both just got back from the bathrooms. I'd had no trouble elbowing my way to a urinal but clearly Camille hadn't had as much luck on her quest. I rather regretted my empty bladder; it would have been fun for us both to wet ourselves walking back to Camille's house. Even so I was certainly excited by the prospect of seeing Camille pee herself in those jeans. The walk back to Camille's was a fair hike, probably around thirty minutes. It's actually the exact same walk on which I first saw her wet herself, and first wet myself in front of her. Times had certainly changed in the six months since then. At the time it hadn't seemed particularly sexy at all; now I couldn't wait for the show to begin and my eyes kept darting down to her crotch. "I'll tell you if I decide to wet myself." She punched me in the arm again. "If?" I said, disappointed. I'd been assuming seeing Camille in wet pants was a guarantee. "If." She replied firmly. "I wasn't planning on wetting myself tonight and I'm not particularly excited about peeing in something that will show so clearly. Aside from being seen on the street it's possible Anne is already home and I'd rather she not see me wet. I also don't want to get pee in these boots." "Oh." I checked my watch. Almost midnight. Anne did usually come home around that time if she had been out at one of the local pubs and I knew from experience that we would definitely run into Camille's roommate at the worst possible time. I stopped checking Camille out and tried my best not to act too disappointed. She was walking fairly stiffly so I suspect she had to pee fairly badly but Camille actually had a very strong bladder and an accident, sadly, wasn't at all likely. Once we got to Camille's house she surprised me again by taking off her boots on the veranda, "What are you doing?" She didn't normally worry about wearing shoes inside. She gave me her best come-hither smirk, "I said I didn't want to get pee in these boots." Debooted, Camille wandered the somewhat overgrown front garden for a spot that was both well lit and not clearly visible from the road. "I..." she cleared her throat and looked me in the eye, "have decided to wet myself." She had. And she did. Words can't really do it justice. The long awaited wet stain was just as I imagined it; an exploding patch of darkness that unraveled down her legs in ribbons. A crystal clear contrast with the few swatches of denim that stayed light gray. We raced inside. "Bathroom." Camille purred. "Shower first." It wasn't my order of preference but I demurred to the lady. We showered together. Camille washed her long brown hair. I think she was just trying to tease me by taking as long as possible. I began to feel actual discomfort from my long ignored erection, it hadn't subsided since Camille had peed herself in the garden. I kissed her to try to encourage her to finish up in the shower so we could go to bed. She kissed me back with passion. Before I knew it the idea of going to bed was superfluous. I had only just slipped inside her when we both jumped at the sound of the doorknob rattling. Luckily someone had remembered to turn the lock. The rattle was followed by an urgent knocking. "Camille?" Anne's voice was muffled by the bathroom door. "Yeah?" "Are you nearly finished?" "I've got shampoo in my hair," Camille lied. Anne paused for a moment. "Ok. But if you could hurry, because I'm absolutely busting." I started to pull away so we could let Anne have the bathroom but Camille held onto me. "Don't you dare stop." Camille whispered fiercely and dug her fingernails into my back as she pulled me roughly against her. "But what about Anne?" "She can hold on." Then Camille giggled, "Or maybe she can't." I had to push aside the image of Anne not being able to hold on. It's not appropriate to think sexy thoughts about your girlfriend's roommate while you are having sex. We quickly found a good rhythm, even standing in the shower, and soon I wasn't thinking about anything at all. I was so in the moment I'd actually almost forgotten Anne was still waiting for us when she banged on the door again. Louder than before. "Camille! Please hurry up. I'm literally about to wet my pants!" I'm not sure if it was Anne's declaration or just a coincidence but that was that moment I felt Camille orgasm. She buried her face in my neck to keep herself quiet as the rippling from her vaginal muscles pushed me over the edge as well. As soon as we returned to ourselves Camille pushed me out of the shower while she quickly rinsed herself and shut off the water. We were both respectably wrapped in towels within a minute or two. Camille turned the lock on the bathroom door and swung it open to finally allow her roommate to use the toilet. Anne was squatting on her heel just outside the bathroom door in a strappy white play-suit. When the door opened she stood up quickly. too quickly. Her hands shot to her crotch but the tiny yellow droplets just trickled through her fingers. Her eyes had that same wide expression of shock that they did the time I wet myself in front of her. A brief patter of urine beat down on the hallway carpet but stopped after half a second. Camille and I both stepped aside to let Anne into the bathroom. She made it all of a step before the patter resumed; harder than before, and for much longer. For the second time in an hour a beautiful woman wet her pants right in front of me. Her bladder at last empty Anne moved further into the bathroom so that Camille and I could leave. I somehow didn't notice until I stepped into the hallway that I'd been so close to Anne's accident that some of her pee had splashed onto my feet. "I'll get you some dry clothes." Camille offered in an apologetic tone as Anne firmly closed the door behind us. I went into Camille's room to wait for her. It was a long time before Camille came in.
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  45. New Chapter! Number 7, crazy. Sex tag again, and for the first time Diapers, though I don't once actually use that specific word. Neither of them are particularly intense, as usual my focus is on wetting. Still, you've been warned! *** "I think you should just pee your pants." "But I'm not wearing pants." I knew what Camille meant. I was buying time to decide what I wanted to do. "Your protection then." She purred. "You know you want to." I hadn't been enthusiastic about the concept of wearing what basically amounted to a nappy whenever I wanted to sleep over at Camille's, but she had insisted that if I was going to keep wetting her bed then I was going to have to wear something to keep her sheets dry. I had tried to complain that I'd only peed in her bed twice but she'd been insistent. The best I was able to negotiate was that if I stayed dry for a month I would be allowed to go without them after that. This wasn't something that particularly concerned me since I could count the number of times I'd wet the bed since I was a child on one hand. It just happened that two of those times had been in the last couple of months, in Camille's bed. And indeed, it hadn't been a problem, I'd sailed through the first half a dozen or so times I'd slept over a her place following her "protection rule" with nary a leak and had just woken up on the final morning of my probation as dry as a bone. Though I was certainly as busting as usual first thing in the morning. My bladder had that nagging ache that told me I better get up soon if I expected to empty it in a toilet. "If I do... does that mean I have to keep wearing the special underwear?" I was not going to be peeing myself if the answer was yes. "Of course not. That was just in case you had another accident." She licked my earlobe. "This would be on purpose and would most certainly not count." That changed the equation entirely. The package under Camille's bed advertised that the absorbent undergarments could hold up to two liters and I have to admit I was a little curious as to whether I could just cut loose and have them absorb an entire bladder. She gave my hard bladder a gentle rub. "Just pee... I can tell you really need to." Even though she was right it was surprisingly hard to let go. I put it down to my increasing arousal both from Camille's gentle touch and the general excitement that comes from deliberately wetting yourself. It took me a minute or two of short trickles and false starts before I finally managed to get a good stream going and empty my bladder properly. I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the feeling of peeing lying down without actually getting really wet. When I was finally finished I rolled over to see Camille telling Anne that the balloon really wasn't high enough and if she didn't increase the flow of gas we were in danger of hitting the top of those trees. All thoughts of peeing forgotten, I quickly worked to untie the sandbags as we drifted ever closer to the undermost branches of the looming ghost gums. I woke up some time later to the early morning cackle of the local kookaburras and the endless drone of cicadas. As has become a habit of mine since I've been dating Camille I put my hand between my legs to check I'd made it through the night dry. If I was entirely honest the practices the she has introduced me to had had a bit of an unfortunate impact on my bladder control. I'd noticed that sometimes when I went to the bathroom I would feel an almost uncontrollable surge of urgency and I'd have to race to get to the toilet in time, fumbling with buttons and zips and only barely getting myself out before my bladder let go. At that stage I hadn't had any actual leaks but there had been one incident about a week earlier that I'd been too embarrassed to even tell Camille about. Even though I knew she'd love it. I gave the padding between my legs a quick squeeze and was horrified to find it much spongier than it usually was. It was at that stage I suddenly remembered my dream. I'd wet Camille's bed again. For the third time. Admittedly the bed itself had escaped my ravages this time but I knew that if I couldn't somehow hide what had happened from Camille she would extend my time wearing protection to bed. Maybe even indefinitely! My plan was to slip out of bed without waking her and race down to the bathroom. I could dispose of my wet problem, clean myself up, and get dressed before Camille ever woke up. Unfortunately Camille is a sleep cuddler and attempting to pry off the arm draped across my chest was enough to stir her awake. The arm pulled me tight like a snare closing. "What's the hurry sailor? She mumbled sleepily and started to move her hand from my shoulder down to my hip. "I was just getting up to..." I started to try to distract her. It was useless. Her hand barely paused at my hip before racing to my crotch and squeezing. She paused, then squeezed again. "You're wet!" She said in unconcealed delight. "I told you that you should wear protection to bed!" I couldn't really disagree. She was right. Apparently I'd become an, on occasion, bed-wetter. I explained what had happened to Camille. "I'm a bit envious actually." She admitted. "I've never genuinely wet the bed." "Really? Never?" I was a bit surprised. I'd always naively assumed everyone had wet the bed at least once or twice. "Never. I'd really like to one day. Oh well." She suddenly brightened and pulled off my absorbent underwear, leaving me naked in her bed. "At least I've got you to tell me what it feels like to have accidents." It was suddenly the right time to tell her. A time when she wouldn't tease me and she would just be turned-on by my admission. "Actually... I had an accident last week. As well." Her eyes widened in surprise or lust. "Really... you probably didn't take my advice to wear protection in your bed did you?" "It um... It wasn't in my sleep." Her eyes widened still further, her pupils dilated almost as I watched. "Really! Do tell." I took the time to help her out of her pajamas before I did. She guided my hand between her legs. "Tell me." she breathed insistently. "I was at my computer. Playing a game." I began. She didn't interrupt. "Turn based strategy." I elaborated. as if that meant something to her. I deliberately took long pauses. Enough time to make her badly want me to keep telling the story. Enough time for her to fantasize every small detail without me having to explain it. "And I realized I needed to pee. But it wasn't very badly and I was really engrossed in the game so I figured I would just finish the next turn and then go pee." She writhed against my fingers. Impatient and slippery. "But I guess I forgot. Because the next time I noticed that I had to pee it was really urgent. Like emergency urgent." This time I paused so long that Camille was forced to gasp, "So what did you do?" "Well I guess in the old days I would have got up and run to the toilet. But... I kind of like holding my pee now. Thanks to you. And I was pretty sure I could hold it until the end of the next turn." She was panting now. I rubbed her a little faster. "But I was wrong." I said in what I hoped was my sexiest voice. "You just peed you pants?" She asked. "Sitting there at your desk?" "Right there. It just happened all of a sudden. One second I was trying to ignore it while I sent an artillery unit over the mountains and the next there was this warm wetness spreading out from my crotch and a pattering down on the carpet. And an absolutely amazing feeling of relief." Camille moaned louder and suddenly with a abrupt spasm pulled her body away from my hand and made a series of little orgasm noises. After maybe half a minute she opened her eyes and stared into mine. "I want you inside me and I want you to tell me that story again. In exactly the same way." So I did. *** Sorry there was no female wetting in this one. It didn't suit the narrative. I promise there will be in Chapter 8. :) Obviously it's different if you aren't a native English speaker yourself. :) The narrator told us Camille is French, he speculated, obviously incorrectly, that maybe that was why she pees herself sometimes. But lets not focus on that! :p
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    that's what I normally do but I normally remove my pants and underwear before gaming and have a plastic bin or something below so that I don't have to stop ive even got for a number 2 in it during gaming. I have been figured out a few times but ive played it off as rain or something
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  47. Do your friends know of your fetish? If so, no need to hide your diapers. Every year for our anniversary my wife and I go to a town about 5 hours south of where we live. We can usually make it only stopping for gas once before reaching the hotel. I don't want to walk into the hotel for checkin with wet pants, but next year I want to suggest to my wife that we wear diapers on the trip home and put pads down on the seats. (I bought some washable pads on Amazon that are exactly the same as waterproof mattress protectors but are only 2'x3' in size). If your friends know, maybe you can do this too.
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