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  1. - This is cross posted from tumblr since it's dying and I don't want to lose such a fun story. A little bit of background, I was dating this guy for a few years and it was revealed to me that he was pretty into omorashi. He had found out about it from a girl he used to date and had some fun with it but I was never really sure how much he was into it until this interaction. At the time I lived in an apartment with some friends and he would spend the night on occasion. This story contains some sex and sexual descriptions. I just copy pasted the post with a few minor edits. - My boyfriend loves to tease me and he’s been really out of the loop on some very fun holds lately so when he finally had me in person again he was very interested in having some omo fun. So we talked it over and I decided to do a hold while we hung out with friends. Several slices of pizza and a ton of soda later, I was getting pretty desperate. It was getting bad and I had trouble sitting still, not helped my his playful pokes and grabs as I struggled to appear composed. It wasn’t going to work much longer, I kept having to cross my legs and stretch to make room for my bladder. When I started to bounce unconsciously I knew it was bad, normally I don’t ever get to that point in public… But this was bad. I quietly excused myself and tried to text him but I was too desperate. I flopped onto my bed and called him in to say goodnight but when he got in the room and saw me squirming on the bed he knew the real reason. I was at a solid 9.5/10, so full I was frantic but I knew I could hold for maybe 30 more minutes if I really committed and fuck did I commit. He told me I had to wait a few minutes until he was done hanging out with our friends but he stayed on the bed with me, tickling me and pressing hard on my full bladder. It was amazing but I was nearing my limit. I was begging and gasping for him to finish me off and let me go. I was so desperate I could feel myself just barely holding back the flood. And then one of our friends walked in and I stopped moving entirely. Somehow I managed several sentences, legs tightly crossed under the covers, that seemed as though I was just feeling sick until she had left at which point I grabbed myself and wiggled and kicked so hard just to stop the slow trickle that was escaping. I was panicking. But it felt like heaven. He had me put my hands above my head, and started pressing my tummy and bladder strategically looking for the most tender spot to torment me and holding me down in place with his body and other hand. At this point I was soaking wet with arousal and so desperate I wasn’t able to even breathe properly. He started to tease me, not quite touching my clit for long stretches then not letting up at all. I have never felt so conflicted as my bladder pulsed and I felt myself get closer and closer to orgasm, I came so hard I pushed my body into his fingers and I lost a huge spurt of pee. I cried out, so embarrassed and overwhelmed that my bladder would give up now. Not yet… So I tightened my legs around his hand and stopped the spray. He smiled, nowhere near as mortified by the event as I was. “So you can hold it a little longer now right?” I just about came again just hearing him. I think in all maybe twenty more minutes of teasing happened before we started get into things a bit more seriously. He wanted me to ride him for a minute so I tried… I was shaking and struggling just to move and once on top I felt his hard dick pushing into my bladder and there just wasn’t room, he could feel it too… I was so full it was bulging… I barely made it but the position worked as a plug of sorts. Which would not do for him. I was told to lean over the bed, a brutal feeling. I was nearly peeing on the carpet in my room, I felt it running down my leg. He fucked me from behind and some thrusts felt so much like they’d burst me wide open. At this point I was in heaven but if I wanted to keep myself full until he came I knew I had to move. I was in pure bliss, absolutely fucking lost in it but I managed to tell him I needed to move and he let me but I had to do it without any help. I struggled again, actually a fucking 15/10 now, slowly leaking with each breath and absolutely fucking soaked with arousal to the point I couldn’t tell the difference. I slid onto my back and he lifted my legs to fuck me, pushing my thighs into my bladder. I came for maybe the fifth time, squirting and losing control intermittently but not much… I held tight. He came hard and fell onto my stomach and bladder, almost making me explode and begged and begged him to let go. He finally did but I was so desperate that I had to take a moment to be able to stand. I wanted so much to just let go and flood any and everything underneath me but I had to get myself together. It took forever to make it to the bathroom and I fucking burst as soon as the door closed, I was holding and twisting right up on I sat down on the toilet…. So yeah… I had fun ♡
    8 points
  2. Here is a porn hub video of a girl peeing her overalls. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c04c3360b958 Playing with my Small Tits and Peeing in Jean Overalls - Pornhub.com.mp4
    6 points
  3. Welcome to OmoOrg! If you're new here, we recommend you take the time to read this post to get a general understanding of our community. What is OmoOrg? Founded over 10 years ago as a small eroge forum, OmoOrg has grown to be one of the largest and most active English speaking Omorashi communities out there. We provide a place for Omorashi and Omutsu enthusiasts to gather and share artwork, experiences, fiction, videos and more! Wait.. what is "Omorashi"? "Omorashi (おもらし), sometimes abbreviated as "omo", is a form of urolagnia (urine fetish) subculture originating and predominately recognized in Japan, in which participants experience arousal from having a full bladder or wetting themselves, or from seeing someone else experiencing a full bladder or wetting themselves." The term "omorashi" means "to wet oneself", literally translated, "leaking." Though Omorashi is our sites focus, we also have a large and growing Omutsu (ABDL / Diaper Lover) community here! What makes OmoOrg unique? There are several things that makes OmoOrg unique compared to other social outlets out there. Unlike general social media networks such as Tumblr and Twitter, our community is themed entirely around Omorashi and other related lewd interests, making it easy to find and meet others in the Omorashi community here. You also don't have to worry about major social media networks, such as Tumblr, deciding to crack down on ero content one day and losing all the hard work you've invested into your profile because of it. Another thing that makes us unique is OmoOrg's awesome moderation team. We take a strong stance against creeps, harassment and unethical behavior here, something that unfortunately runs rampant on most major social networking sites and even other fetish communities. All new members to our community go through a mandatory review process in which all posts require moderator review and approval before going live. Additionally, new members do not have access to the messenger system or other abusable features. This lets us easily weed out the creeps, ban evaders, and other potential problem users before they can do any damage. It's a lot of work, but it's thanks to this system and the hard work of our moderating team we have one of the safest and friendliest fetish communities out there. Just how large is OmoOrg? To provide a few quick insights.. Every month, we get around ~300,000 unique visitors and over 4,000,000 page views on average. Our gallery hosts over 580 albums and 23,000 images which have received over 62,000,000 downloads. Our downloads system hosts over 4,350 files which have been downloaded approximately 6,800,000 times. That's over 665 TB of bandwidth usage from the downloads platform alone! Our forums are host to over 40,000 topics and 1.5 million posts. What should I know before joining? First and foremost, be sure to read over our Rules & Guidelines! Next, we recommend introducing yourself to the community here after registering. Use your introduction topic to tell us about yourself, your interests, tell us why you joined, how you found OmoOrg, and so on! As noted above, upon registration your account will be under moderation until your first 7 posts have been approved. During this time, you will also be unable to start personal conversations. Once you have made 7 approved posts, these restrictions will be lifted. We know this may be frustrating as a new member, but these restrictions are necessary to help keep a site this size under control. If you have questions or concerns about anything, please don't hesitate to ask! Your introduction topic can be a great place to get help from the community if you're unsure about how to use the site.
    5 points
  4. I think it is a simple matter that wetting was recognized and labeled as being its own, unique kink, in Japan and thus was given its own, unique name. When I first got online the catch-all term for any kind of urine related fetish was watersports. There wasn't any separation between wetting, desperation, golden showers, pee drinking... It was all just watersports. The term "omorashi" caught on because it was concise and had a very clear meaning. It also allowed wetting fetishists to separate themselves from more hardcore pee enthusiasts.
    5 points
  5. Version 1.0.0

    2,412 downloads

    I decided to upload some of my favorite videos I've saved from Tumblr. Apologies for the not so great quality on some. Sad to see such a great outlet for all being closed. **Nudity Warning** Most of these contain nudity, even some of the pantie pee ones.
    Free
    5 points
  6. I’ve been lurking on this site for many years now but I actually never made an account, but I guess now is the perfect time to. I am the person in this video and I uploaded it on Tumblr about a year ago but I deleted that page for personal reasons. I planned on returning to Tumblr but with the adult content ban I decided that it may be best for me to come here to restart my omo journey What sucks is that this person is uploading this video on a verified PH profile and trying to pass it off as their own— which I never approved of. A lot of my posts got thousands of likes/reblogs so I’m aware that I put it on the internet for everyone to see and I’m sure many people have downloaded the video for their own personal purposes, which is fine. I just hate that it’s being reuploaded and possibly profited off of without my consent. It’s okay tho, I already messaged PH support today to get it taken down. But for good news— I’ll be making more free content and posting on here very soon. I hope to make the same friendships and connections that I had on Tumblr.
    5 points
  7. As we all know by now, tumblr's being an absolute piece of shit, so i'm trying to find a new home for my content. I mostly draw pee and pet play with some diapers/other things on rare occasion, but don't expect all that much from me right now because I'm back in school full time and work full time so i haven't really been able to post a whole lot to begin with. I'm... not sure if i'll actually stay here since i don't really talk a whole lot, and talking is the basis of most forum sites, but I'm trying to make myself post more sketches/doodles to twitter anyway so you can find me there @/CoyoteWee as well. Later when i have more time I'll probably start taking commissions too
    3 points
  8. I went with Laura being a little mean to Dottie and returning the favour. Dottie hadn't had time to relieve herself in the morning, so after a large coffee and an entire bottle of water she was positively bursting. The bathrooms were overcrowded with other desperate girls after the three hour lecture so she decided her best bet of getting some relief was walking to her and Laura's dorm room. After the ten minute walk to the complex nursing her bloated bladder all the way and fidgeting with the keys she managed to get inside only to discover the bathroom door locked. She had completly failed to remember it was Laura's day off so she was probably having some beauty time in the bathroom. Dottie though she could wait arround a bit and hop in the bathroom as soon as Laura got out, but apparently her roomate was taking her time and hogging the toilet. So after waiting nearly 20 minutes and feeling her bladder about to explode she decided the wait was over. She did not take into account Laura would decide that very moment to take revenge for last weeks prank. Dottie couldn't believe it , she was going to wet her pants if she didn't do something, the pressure was too much ! Maybe she could decrease the mess if she took her jeans of, she thought. It was at that very moment when the dam broke, pee gushing down her legs and wetting her hald pulled jeans acompanied with the most orgasmic feeling she had ever felt. She stood there consumed by bliss, pee spurting out of her pussy with decreasing force and making a big puddle on the ground. Dottie decided there and then to do that again. PD: The best about doing this is drawing and writing desperate XD
    3 points
  9. asian girl being filmed by her boyfriend but she's very embarassed to pee in front of a camera, she does it at the end with a very nice stream Thay Fansaaw Yeiyw Free Pissing Porn Video f9 - xHamster it.mp4
    3 points
  10. Hello! :3

    I'm Lavender, I'm 25 and I live in the southeastern US. and I've had this account for a while but just now starting to use it with the tumblr apocalypse imminently approaching. I was actually wondering if someone could help me figure out how to change my icon? I'm really bad at figuring this stuff out.
    2 points
  11. When I was younger I got into a habit when id wear tight pants that had a seam along my clit... I'd lay on my back with my legs in the air,bent, and would cross my arms in front of me using the inside of my wrist and other arm. I'd apply pressure over my clit with my wrist moving back and forth. Id do it to prevent myself from peeing or so I wouldn't have to get up while also stimulating myself. So then I'd hold it for long periods of time. Later in my teenage years I would play at night and try to figure out the best way to stimulate myself. Once I learned how to orgasm with my clit I would create so much stimulation that I ended up getting out an orgasm along with pee. I then began doing this over the toilet. I tried doing this practice with a high school boyfriend but he told me it was gross to never do it again. I started dating again I tried it and was told it was gross so if I did it I would do so to myself in the shower or bathroom. Trying to put that aspect out of my mind I met my boyfriend. When I started messaging him he admitted that he had a fettish. I was nervous having no idea what he would say or what my boundaries were after a divorce with a severely emotionally and mentally abusive sociopath. This new man in my life was terrified to tell me so scared that I wouldn't accept him for who he is. I was scared at first too performing my research and then opening up to him about my earlier wetting type experiences by myself. He told me how hot that was and returned my confidence little by little. Unfortunately in his past he was told he couldn't find anyone who would want him with his wetting fettish or ever meet someone who would have a family with him etc. Both of us cheated on while emotionally abused by our ex's we became exactly what each other needed. The more he opened up the more he made me confident he opened up the door to a whole new world of orgasms and sexual variety. Wetting for him videoing for him building up his confidence becoming obsessed with my own warmth in tight jeans asking him to shower me with his pee because I enjoy feeling both our warmth. Cumming like I never have before in a love and passion you only find in fairy tales. Never would I imagine that sexual antics, variety of love making and other activities would ever feel like this. To go from the person who almost dreaded sex making a list in my head of shit I wanted to do or other things to being so completely captivated by this man. I'm so in love with this man words couldn't ever do it justice. It's not just the fettish it's the love it's the emotional ties learning new things and putting away all mental interruptions. Just simply focusing on what you feel with your person and not giving a damn about anything else. I pray everyone can find their person like I have! He's the reason I'm obsessed with wetting, feeling the warmth of either one of us, getting turned on by seeing my own glistening pants let alone the surprise of him randomly losing control for me or spontaneous golden showers. I hope you guys aren't turned off by my disclosure just thought id be open and raw with my followers who have been so gracious to me! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
    2 points
  12. a girl peeing from the window of a bus, I don't know more 46853029_2240929326151286_2920503340715454105_n.mp4
    2 points
  13. Photography has enjoyed a long tradition of stunning black-and-white portraiture. Following in that tradition, we are bringing you this photo set featuring more than 80 gorgeous black and white portraits of Sosha wearing an adult pull-on style diaper. This gallery features Sosha Belle posing in her plain white adult pull-on diaper. Set indoors, in a daylight studio, these images were all captured with natural light for a timeless look. In the pictures, Sosha is only wearing her diaper and a t-shirt. She poses for the camera, proudly showing off her diaper from various angles.
    2 points
  14. Personally I think it's cool that we don't have a -aphilia ending on our fetish. And I think we partially have this forum to blame (and probably manga geeks for this).
    2 points
  15. ... and so they came into the new room prepared for whatever was about to come and yet they were still impressed by what they saw or rather, couldn't. The light from the previous room seemed to be engulfed, it only managed to continue for around 3 feet before abruptly turning into penumbra. Inside the only thing that could be seen was a box with a strange glowing stone on top which illuminated as much as expected given the weird physics of the room, yet you could see it was placed in some kind of track. The girls decided to move it slowly and as the light revealed the floor they realized the tracks weren't a straight line, but a labyrinth, a puzzle of memory and concentration that neither of them were prepared for as they bladders were too full to focus on anything else. So they had an idea, one as bright as the tiles they were walking: One of them would do the puzzle and the other hold the waters of both. Now, hours later the ordeal remains unsolved a bladder remains stretched beyond its limits and a girl is having the time of her life watching that unfold.
    2 points
  16. There's this one I shared a few months ago that wound up on the pee movie database's download section. Not exactly a loud hissing but there's definitely noise coming out of her. Very excited about this next bedwetting compilation 480_600_bIHyu-S430-.mp4
    2 points
  17. Rachel was excited. Her and her hubby were on their way to the Vancouver Canucks game after getting free tickets from Hubby's work. This would be their first that they got to attend this season, and to make things better they were playing the defending champions, the Washington Capitols. Upon arriving at the Roger's Arena they realized that it was even better than they thought. The tickets were right on center ice. And, since hubby's work had season tickets there was a drink voucher included in each ticket, good for one free alcoholic beverage. Prior to face-off, they went to the nearest vendor and redeemed their vouchers for a pint of IPA, each. They got back to their seats just in time for the beginning of the game. And it was a good one from the start. Lots of offense from both ends with the game tied at 2 by the first intermission. Rachel was milking her beer and was only about halfway through it at this point. She knew that she'd have to be careful with a pint of alcohol. The teams traded goals again in the 2nd period and going into the second intermission things were all tied up at 3. Rachel had finished her beer at this point and was noticeably feeling the effects of the beverage, feeling at around a 3 on the desperation scale. "I should go to the restroom," though Rachel, but she had waited too long. The third period was about to start, and there was no way she was going to miss half of the period waiting in line. The teams decided to change things up a bit and play some defense in the third period. Scoring opportunity after scoring opportunity was thwarted by an amazing defensive effort. All the while, Rachel begin to squirm more and more in her seat. She had worn a pad, but this would do little to stop the effects of a full blown accident. Time expired in the third period with the score still locked at three goals apiece. So far, Vancouver had stood up to the challenge of the defending champions. The crowd was now beginning to believe that an overtime win was within their reach. Rachel had a very important decision to make at this juncture. Should she make a dash to the washroom and risk missing the shortened overtime period. Or should she remain at her seat and watch all of overtime. Things were a bit more dire now with Rachel feeling about a 5 on the desperation scale. Her decision to remain seated was well rewarded. Not more than a minute into the overtime period, the Canucks were able to score a goal on a brilliant one-timer. The entire crowd jumped to their feet in elation. This, is where things went south for Rachel. Upon jumping to her feet for the celebration her poor bladder began to leak. Unfortunately, with the pressure of the pint bearing down upon her bladder, the leak became a spurt. And the spurt became a stream. Rachel was now having a full blown accident in the midst of tens of thousands of elated spectators. The poor pad did it's best to contain the damage, but it was no good. Pee began to leak out of her pad into her blue jeans. "Hubby, we need to get out of here now." Hubby looked at Rachel and saw the outside of her jeans had become saturated. Fortunately after about 15 seconds of peeing Rachel was able to miraculously stop the flow. But it was too late. The wet patch had gone halfway down her leg on both sides, just about three inches above the knee. What an embarrassment! Especially after such an amazing performance from her home team. Fortunately, Rachel had several layers on, and she was quickly able to tie a sweater around her jeans, concealing most of the damage. "Let's get away from the crowd. Then, I need a restroom immediately," said Rachel. Hubby and Rachel were able to weave their way through the mostly unsuspecting crowd, until they finally exited the arena. There was a restaurant on the way to the Skytrain, with nice facilities, as Rachel remembered. They made a beeline to the restaurant and to their luck, the bathroom was free. Rachel was able to strip down, remove the pad (not before taking some lovely photographs), did what she could to make her jeans wearable (similar to the .jav "almost made it videos") and used her sweater to her advantage to conceal the accident. Now that she had mirror to look at she could arrange her sweater for maximum concealment. Rachel and Hubby then walked to the Skytrain and headed home. She made sure that she wore extra protection to bed that night.
    2 points
  18. posted 6 months ago, havnt seen it on here. Enjoy! ? https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b00eb799b411&t=0&utm_source=pornado.co&utm_medium=embed&utm_campaign=embed-logo-html5
    2 points
  19. Scarlett the Pirate

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Yarr harr fiddle dee-dee Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free That means you don't need to undress to pee You are a pirate!
    1 point
  20. Hey everyone ? i was just curious if there are a few fellow active omorashi fans from germany to chat with. Maybe sharing some experiences ^^ greetings
    1 point
  21. I know that not everyone will to relate to this completely, as the fantasy element of omorashi is always tailored uniquely to your own subjective experience. Hopefully these ideas can help you better understand your own relationship with this fetish. I. A problem that the depressed and despondent through the ages have had to come to terms with is the “paradox of hedonism” - the fact that we cannot obtain happiness by seeking it directly. In other words, happiness cannot be reverse-engineered. Imagine you’re sad, and you observe that people who garden or play music tend to be happy, so you take up gardening or saxophone with the end goal of you becoming happy. It probably won’t work. Happiness is only a byproduct in the pursuit of other end goals such as having a nice garden or writing a cool song. In the words of William Bennett: "Happiness is like a cat, if you try to coax it or call it, it will avoid you; it will never come. But if you pay no attention to it and go about your business, you'll find it rubbing against your legs and jumping into your lap." Or more simply put by Victor Frankl: "Happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue.” Starting to remind you of something? II. The essence of any good fetish (or dream, ambition, or story for that matter) is what psychoanalysts call objet petit a - the object cause of desire. Not to be confused with the actual things we want, like ice cream or an orgasm, objet petit a is the fantasy that guides that persistent little psychic force we call desire. It can never be attained, its function is to just keep producing and reproducing desire itself. An illustrative example given by philosopher Slavoj Zizek is this: A married man takes a liking to another woman. He constantly fantasizes about his wife leaving the picture so he can finally be with her. However, if for some reason his wife disappeared and he did get together with the new woman, he would not be satisfied in the way he thought he would be. When he is actually with her, her element of fantasy dissolves, she can no longer be his objet petit a, and he does not want her like he did anymore. The cause of his desire is gone. If he loses the wife, he also loses the mistress. This is why Zizek says that the word for a fantasy that is realized is nightmare. Another example of his involves a woman who sexually fantasizes about being raped. He argues that really being raped would probably be even more traumatic for her than it would be for a woman who didn’t share this fantasy. This is a dramatic illustration of the fact that an actual fantasy enactment can never match up with the fantasy, which is infused with the power of an objet petit a, and that this can be existentially devastating. I’ve never had the perfect full-blown, humiliating, ecstatic, helplessly desperate public accident that I often dream of and read and write stories about. Maybe if I ever do, I'll need to find a new fetish. That’s not to say I’ve never wet myself, sometimes even in public. I have, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. But I’ve always sensed that there was something essential missing from the experience. I get the feeling that that wasn’t enough, that couldn’t have been all there is, and then inevitably think something like I let myself do it, I planned it, it wasn’t a true accident. So the simple fact that I want it to happen prevents it from ever really being accidental. The pleasure I fantasize about has to come unbidden, like Bennett’s cat. It’s the paradox of hedonism, omorashi-style. And I think that this is why I keep going, why soaked panties will inevitably end up in my laundry again. Because my fantasy accident can never be realized, it can remain as my own personal objet petit a, and I can keep desiring it and striving for it. III. Albert Camus thought that the best symbol for our human existence can be found in the myth of Sisyphus, a king condemned by the gods to the futile task of rolling a boulder up a hill for all eternity. You are born into a universe that has no inherent meaning or purpose for you. The only logical alternative to suicide then is to “imagine Sisyphus happy” - imagine that even a fate like his, like ours, can be enjoyed. Camus’ hero is the one who revolts against the absurd meaninglessness of life by embracing it as an opportunity to create and apply their own meaning, their own source of happiness. Desiring to take part in an unintentional act which your desire itself prevents from ever being completely unintentional - and which would surely become a nightmare if it really were to come to pass - is a Sisyphean project if ever there was one. But we still can and do take pleasure in every awkward, amateurish wetting that falls painfully short of the fantasy. I’d gag if I tried to say that pissing yourself makes you an existentialist hero, but I could call it a pretty good metaphor to help you become one.
    1 point
  22. View File Topless jeans wetting Exactly as the title says - pretty girl wets her jeans - nice boobs too! Submitter aquafan2 Submitted 12/02/2018 Category Peeing
    1 point
  23. Two hour drive turned into TWO complete SOAKINGS!! After completely losing control at the rest stop in front of other people I got back into my car and right before going inside I lost it all over AGAIN! Looking at this picture you'd never believe I did this twice! I'm not even sure how I fit all that pee in my bladder! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
    1 point
  24. So I decided to get a little desperate tonight, and when I came home from work I had 3 huge glasses of water after not going to the bathroom since the morning. Not much happened for a while, so I started playing some Overwatch, and then I got a text from a friend that he wanted me to meet him to trade pokemon. I looked it up in the GPS - 11 minutes away - and decided to go meet him. I was at about a 9/20 then, it kinda hurt to get in the car, but I quickly refocused and got on my way. I got to my destination, only to find that my friend was running late. I decided to wait a little bit... then a little bit longer... I was starting to get more and more desperate as each song on the radio felt like it took forever, and I kept texting and texting my friend to no avail. I knew it would be a long 11 minutes back but I really wanted to do this trade, so I stayed as long as I thought I'd be able to, just waiting in my car and feeling as the dull ache in my bladder got sharper and sharper and I started wriggling around on the seat, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. Soon I wasn't able to sit still at all, and my desperation kept ratcheting up. I had a hand at my crotch then, it seemed kinda optional at first but then I realized I needed it there, and if I didn't start driving home, I was going to have an accident in my gorgeous car that I love so much! I was at around a 14/15 at this point, squirming furiously. Eleven minutes seemed like a lifetime... I knew I couldn't wet my car, so I texted my friend hastily and started to drive back to my apartment. Even just the little movements to push the gas and the brake were so much because I couldn't clamp my legs shut. My left hand was firmly up against my pee hole, and it felt like the need to pee was overtaking everything as waves pulsed over my bulging bladder. I could see it coming through my jeans, so huge and swollen and every time I looked at it I started shaking again. I couldn't even do a real pee dance or shake my legs or anything since I still had to drive, and that was my only chance of getting home in time... At this point, I was towards the center of town where the lights are really short, and I had to keep stopping. Each time I put my foot on the brake, it was like slamming the heel of my palm into my bladder, sharp and sudden no matter how smooth I tried to drive. It was pulsing in waves, coming at me so strong that I had no idea how I was still sitting up. I made it to where there are ten blocks to my house and then I had to turn left, and in order to activate my signal I yanked my hand out of my crotch only to feel as some pee spurted out, running hot into the denim... I clamped my muscles as hard as I could, I was counting the streets, I jammed my hand back in there and was trying anything I could do to think of anything other than this bursting need, the most I had ever felt away from home where I could have the option to just go to the toilet... I kept my fist there, begging myself not to lose it, trying everything but beginning to lose resolve as I felt more warmth fill my fingers and I clamped down again hard, trying to pinch myself off in whatever way I could while I was still driving... I could feel the pressure inside me like I was about to explode and the streets were going by all too slowly until finally I found mine, and started going down that last mile where I was honestly considering stopping at a closed gas station and just letting it loose there, even through my pants... but then I saw some people walking by and I knew that I couldn't, but even the thought of it had my bladder pulsing again and more and more heat met my fingers as I strained with all my might to keep the flood inside of me... And then finally, I saw my apartment building and screeched to a stop, barely trusting myself to turn off the car right. I grabbed my purse and my phone with my right hand but when I went to open the latch of the door with my left, I spurted again, and then it was a race to reach the door. I couldn't even go quickly, I had to hobble with my hand between my legs stuck in the wetness that was already there, which only made me need to go even more... Freezing on the lawn, I knew I was at the very end of my capability to hold and I leaked again when my hand was too shaky to get the key in the door the first time... I was at a solid 19/20 and I knew it was less than a minute before I would lose everything where I stood, wherever I was... my hand was the only thing stopping my pee hole from drenching the lobby of the building. I finally got the door open and hobbled inside. The bathroom door was open and I ran over, spurting more in my jeans until I finally, in one last push of strength, clamped my pee hole shut long enough to yank down my jeans and then I was peeing so strong that it was like an endless waterfall. I didn't manage to time the whole thing since I was too desperate to even reach for my phone at first but it was nearly a full minute, which is a record for me. I kept going through my sodden underwear, streaming pee and heaving for breath until finally, finally there was nothing more. And then I washed my hands and went to my computer to write this story... I will be around later, but for now I need to do some laundry, as I have a wet spot about the size of a baseball and a half between my legs... ? ((This was several major firsts for me - first time being desperate in public, first time being desperate with no easy way out, first time leaking into clothes as an accident... this was so intense and I was completely unprepared for the speed at which it went through the higher stages. Also, I welcome feedback on the story and the holding experience! This is my first story like this and first time doing something like this so ? ))
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  25. For Jimmy Olsen, sorry it took me so long to get to your request! _____________________________________ Playing the lead in her ballet school’s annual production of Swan Lake had been Eleanore’s dream since she first enrolled two years prior. Playing the starring role as a third year was an unprecedented honor and at 21, she would be the youngest to ever play the role. It had been a grueling few months of rehearsals but opening night had finally come. Eleanore stood backstage nervously as she turned to put on her costume. She first pulled on opaque white leggings over her sky blue panties. Next came a white leotard and a tight corset that similarly had a crotch portion that connected the front to back to prevent it from moving as she performed the complicated performance. Finally, she put on her tulle tutu to complete the look. She took a moment to double check her delicate makeup and neatly done bun in the mirror then took a deep breath to head to the stage. She and the other girls tittered excitedly, well, all of them except one. Rachel was a fourth year student who had also tried out for the lead that year. Her hopes had been dashed the previous year, as that of most third years were, and she had assumed the role would be hers. It was her last year at the school, surely the casting director would take that into account! Alas, she had apparently been incorrect and now she held a cold bitterness in her heart for the third year that had stolen such an opportunity from her. As the curtain rose and she and the other dancers made their way onto the stage for the opening number, the requisite smile was pasted on her face but in her mind she only wished misfortune on Eleanore. Little did she know, her wish would come true. Eleanore had felt a small stirring in her abdomen right before the performance but had simply chalked it up to nerves, especially when the sensation seemed to disappear the moment she got on stage. She began to rethink her initial assessment however when the feeling returned soon afterwards. Now Eleanore was a smart girl, and she had always had a policy of going to the bathroom the moment she felt the need to. She hadn’t had an accident since before she was potty trained and so she instinctively started to walk from the wings of the stage to further back when she realized something. She didn’t have that long until she was next needed on stage and that many layers of her costume would be difficult to remove. She sighed but resigned herself to holding until the intermission. The urge had only just started to build after all. She had a perfect track record and highly doubted she would break it. The problem with Eleanore’s logic, however, was that as a side effect of her policy she was unused to having to hold her bladder for very long. The next time she was on stage she began to really feel the weight in her abdomen. Every complicated dance move that she had worked so hard to perfect only served to increase her need but she didn’t let her struggle show. By the time intermission had finally rolled around Eleanore had grown the most uncomfortable she had been in a very long time. She quickly looked around her and, once she had determined the coast was clear, reached down to give her crotch a squeeze. She took several deep breaths and then after she collected herself she began to make her way towards the dressing rooms where the restrooms are. Eleanore had not been as sneaky as she’d thought. Rachel had seen the small show of desperation and saw her opportunity to mess with the girl who had stolen her opportunity to be in the spotlight. So Rachel raced to get to the locker rooms a different route. She managed to get there a little ahead of Eleanore, and turned to her with a fake apologetic smile plastered onto her face. “Sorry! I’ve been dying to go since before the performance. Seriously. I was sure I would wet myself. Can you imagine? Peeing all over the stage? Man I would die. I thought for sure it would all gush out of me. But I’ll stop rambling now, thanks again,” Rachel told Eleanore, wasting as much time with her speech as possible. Since she wasn’t actually desperate, she took her time to remove her costume layer by layer. She decided she may as well use the toilet since she knew the door wasn’t very thick and Eleanore would surely hear the stream from outside. So Rachel plopped down onto the toilet seat and released her bladder into the water waiting below. She was somewhat surprised at how much her bladder had actually contained but knew that was for the better since it made for a louder sounder. She began to moan out relief exaggeratedly to make sure the poor girl outside the door could here. When she had finally finished voiding the contents of her bladder, she once again took her sweet time cleaning herself off and getting redressed. Eleanore was dying outside the bathroom stall. Her eyes remained glued to the clock until she started to hear Rachel’s stream and loud moans of relief from the other side of the door. Her eyes darted back over to the door, round and wide as dinner plates as her own need spiked at the sounds. “That should be me!” she thought, as her traitorous bladder throbbed in agreement. Eventually Rachel emerged, a broad smile on her face. “All yours now!” she said cheerily before looking at the clock and suddenly turning back to Eleanore. “Oh no! It looks like we’re out of time actually! Better head back to the wings, wouldn’t want to miss our cue. You didn’t have to go that badly anyway, right?” Rachel said innocently, before flouncing off before Eleanore could respond. The poor desperate girl moaned in agony the moment she believed Rachel to be out of ear shot, oblivious to the other girl’s evil laughter and intentions. Eleanore took several moments to compose herself as she returned to the wings to wait. She hid her pain behind a composed mask, not daring to let anyone in on her secret agony. Grueling rehearsal schedules and years of practice had taught the young ballerina to hide pain in the midst of performance, although usually it was her feet in pain not her bladder. She used this skill now as each twirl, midair split, lift, and pirouette made her bladder protest violently. During one particularly high kick she felt the first leak force its way out of her quickly tiring bladder. The gusset of her blue panties was immediately soaked and it took every ounce of the poor girl’s willpower not to let her mortification show on her face. The next leak came during a large dramatic turn while she was in center stage. She felt several spurts force their way out until she could feel that the liquid had managed to make its way to the fabric of the tights right around her crotch. She survived the grand finale only barely, another spurt making its way out then but she couldn’t even run off then because she had to make her bows. Every moment was agony for the poor girl and when the curtains finally closed she didn’t stick around to talk to the others. Rachel followed as Eleanore took off running towards the dressing rooms once more. By the time Rachel caught up she was incredibly pleased to find Eleanore, her tutu hastily discarded to the side, frantically pee dancing in place with one hand buried in her crotch and the other trying desperately to undo the knot of the corset behind her. Rachel watched the poor girl struggle for awhile before once again feigning innocence and saying “You look like you’re struggling there. Need help?” Eleanore’s head jerked around to stare at Rachel, face burning red at having been caught doing something so unbecoming. Rachel’s surprise entrance had triggered yet another leak and Eleanore knew that the leak had managed to wet the gusset of both the leotard and the crotch portion of her corset. By this point she knew she was rapidly losing the battle so she swallowed her pride and accepted Rachel’s offer of help. Rachel loved every minute as she pretended to struggle to undo the knot Eleanore had made to secure the corset. She would occasionally offer insincere words of reassurance as Eleanore squirmed and twisted her legs together, both hands now firmly planted in her crotch. Eventually Rachel decided she had had her fun and began to actually try and undo the knot. Once she’d done so successfully she unlaced it and was about to tell Eleanore as much when she suddenly heard the girl release a long, embarrassed moan. Rachel could only stare in disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of her. Eleanore trembled in place gripping her crotch harder for only a moment until she realized it was no use and there was no way she would be able to stop the flow. She switched tracks and instead yanked off the corset, revealing a quickly growing wet patch on her leotard. Before she could even try to remove the leotard she fully lost control and resigned herself to it. She buried her face in her hands as the dam fully burst and she began flooding her panties, tights, and leotard in earnest. The multiple layers caused the golden liquid to pool rather high up before it cascaded down her legs, leaving a very large wet patch around her crotch and up both the front and back of the garment. Wet tracks appeared wide and obvious as they raced down her tights before the liquid finally escaped out onto the floor and formed a large puddle. Rachel watched on in delighted wonder at the spectacle before her. When Eleanore’s flow finally stopped, Rachel couldn’t help but throw in a jab, snidely saying “I knew you were young to play the part but I didn’t think you were that young.” Eleanor blushed bright red, trying to stammer out an excuse but Rachel waved her off. “Don’t worry your secret is safe with me for now, but if you’re going to dance in the big leagues you may want to get potty trained first,” the older girl scoffed before leaving Eleanore in her mess. Eleanore could only nod in defeat as she watched Rachel walk away. After a moment standing in there in the puddle of her own urine, practically drenched from the waist down, she eventually snapped out of her embarrassed fog. Eventually with a resigned sigh, she removed the rest of her costume, cleaned up the best she could, and then got to work cleaning up after herself.
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  27. View File A collection of Tumblr vids I liked I decided to upload some of my favorite videos I've saved from Tumblr. Apologies for the not so great quality on some. Sad to see such a great outlet for all being closed. **Nudity Warning** Most of these contain nudity, even some of the pantie pee ones. Submitter Odin223 Submitted 12/04/2018 Category Peeing
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  30. He'll just hit her with a bat, and that just makes her horny.
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  31. http://desperatepiss.tumblr.com/post/180818089942/wetpantsandbriefs-magromoreno-gordinho-mijão http://desperatepiss.tumblr.com/post/180817853302/lol-me-when-i-have-to-pee-in-the-morning-and Get um while you can... also, first one is a man openly peeing in a bar...
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  32. Welcome to OmoOrg! We would love for you to share some of your artwork with us here in the gallery and Artwork forum! If you run into any issues posting/uploading stuff, just let me know!
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  33. As some of you may know I have been around this whole scene for many years! Way back in the late 1970s when the UK top shelf magazine Fiesta started to print a few readers letters about this whole subject back then it was called and referred to as Urolagnia! Here in the UK! But that did I have to say seem a very clinical term! Back then water sports was what you did in the summer at weekends in a canoe or a sailing dingy or such like and had no meaning about wetting one's self or having an interest in any pee related topics as I remember. I think in the Western parts of the world and I'm going back now to that post World War two period say from the 50's up to the birth of the Internet subjects like this were seen as extremely taboo well they were here in the UK! I mean right into the 1960's it was still illegal to have a homosexual relationship! And yes you could be arrested for this! I think that shows just how far we have come. I think to me this name Omorashi only came into my life when I went online in 1997 and hence this opened up the whole world to this fetish and I learned that other people and cultures also loved this whole idea and so it was shared. But I also know it had been going on in the 1960s my uncle was a UK Navel captain then he married a young Swedish girl who became my aunty I later found out that she was big into this whole scene and this was in the 1960s But that's another story. I think back then it was kept like so much at that time all very private and like I say it was thought truly taboo to talk about this whole topic one only has to look back in to the late 1980's early 1990's when the small hand-printed undercover Watersports Cascade mag use to be published its founders suffered much harassment and raids from the UK police forcing them to move to Spain if I remember! Thankfully we have moved on and well call it what you like that does not worry me but don't think this is all down to Japan its been going on around the world for many years behind closed doors! Kev.
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  34. Hello! :3

    I think that until you become a member (instead of an introductory member), you're not able to change your profile pic. I had the same issue when I first joined but as soon as I had enough posts to be a member, I was able to access and change my pfp in the exact way mentioned above!
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  35. I have absolutely no idea if I linked this right, but Bombality made something for this, and made a short story to go along with it! I really like it, and might even eventually recreate the scene in the official story! Who knows?
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  37. I have a small and weak bladder. It's very convenient for omo fun, but not in real life situations. I have to pee like every 2 hours and can't hold long, not even during sleep. That sometimes causes a real and totally unwanted wetting accidents, usually at most inconvenient time or place. And it's a bit embarrassing when you have to use the the bathroom so often, especially when you're at the meeting or as a guest at someone's home. Sometimes after lunch and coffee, I have to use the bathroom 2 or 3 times in the next 2 hours. Sometimes I pee before leaving the restaurant and 15 minutes into the ride, I'm already looking for the nearby gas station to pee again, otherwise I might not make it home or back to the office with dry pants. In reality, I would prefer to have a normal size bladder, even if it's a bit less convenient when you want to enjoy in some quick omo fun.
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  38. "Live Action" is intended for people actively holding and wanting to chat with others while doing it. It's not intended for posting experiences that have already occurred in. "Blog wettings," as you put it, sound like something that status updates would be good for.
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  39. This is not the first time someone has suggested you shove water up your pee hole and it won't be the last. Please don't do this, this is not the intended purpose of your urethra. It is meant for one way traffic and nothing else, with catheters being a special exception involving doctors and a lot of pain/discomfort.
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  40. A woman I knew went through some legal troubles and had to do drug tests frequently. She told me that she would be penalized if she couldn't pee enough or if her pee was too diluted from drinking a lot of water. Therefore, she had to think ahead and make sure to always arrive with an at least modestly full bladder. If the undue hassle she was placed under wasn't so disheartening, it could definitely be a turn-on. Someone could definitely write some fiction on the subject.
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  41. Someone has to write some sexy erotica to go with this (I think I posted something similar a long time ago...)
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  42. How to kill your entire userbase A 101 by the staff of Tumblr How long until they undo this change because it's stupid?
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    Here are some more xvideo finds. Sorry for bad quality. Enjoy.
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  44. Hi everyone! ? Well, a little about my bathroom.. There's the usual stuff, and a toilet that's currently broken.. Oh well, had to pee when I got home ? What better way than in my jeans?
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  45. Omovember Day 19

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    19. Peeing in the snow I've never lived in a place with snow, so I have no idea how good or bad of an idea it is to go pee out in the snow, but when yah gotta go potty yah gotta go :P
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  46. Outdoor relief

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Sometimes nature calls, and sometimes nature is the only place to answer that call
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    This is an episode of a short anime series, its a parody of magical girls animes, and it has got some omorashi scenes in some episodes, but this one is the best, at least in my opinion. The three sisters are figthing for the heritage of the kingdome in this episode, during the fight Punie makes her two little twin sisters pee themselves in fear and looks like they poop her panties too by the pain. The serial is really funny, enjoy it.
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