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  1. 30,186 downloads

    Fear Wetting Compilation Volumes 37-61 25 new volumes adding 10 hours to the existing 7 of ladies terror pissing! Much like last time, since file length/size isn't what it used to be, the average length of each volume has been extended to about 24 mins give or take, allowing scenes to build up and play out more. For any operating system I would always recommend using VLC for playback. Extended Powergirl Scenes can be found here: The Full 20 minute version of Resident Evil 2: Claire's Condition can be found here: 1080p version of Goblin Dark can be found here: Fear Wetting Compilation Volumes 1-15 can be found here: Fear Wetting Compilation Volumes 16-20 can be found here: Fear Wetting Compilation Volumes 21-36 can be found here:
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  2. Today was my day off and to start the day I wanted to go on a walk. I drank a cup of coffee and about a liter of water before leaving. I wore some blue leggings, a black longsleeve shirt and a green sweater, thick orange socks and boots. On top I put on a rain proof jacket. I didn't even think about wetting when I headed out, but after a while I knew there was going to be desperation involved. Wanted I or not. I found a trail and started walking about. I found a cool place where I could observe sunrise. I was already twitching. So I walked ahead more. There were other people on the trail so I walked for a bit before I found a place to squat down a pee behind a fallen tree. It was deffinetly cold out because the puddle I left was steaming slightly. I realized after a while that my 30 minute walk would turn into a 2 hour hike. After an hour and a half I found myself desperate again. I started to look for a bench where I could sit and pee without people noticing. However no luck. When ever I got to sit down and let out a few drops I'd see someone come around a corner. By that time I was 5 minutes from where I started. It did feel nice and naughty walking home with a little grape fruit sized wet patch between my legs. When I got home I desides I'd let out the rest in little spurts. Whenever I felt desperate I'd sit down on the toilet wearing my leggings and let out a naughty spurt or two. I don't know how many other people on here have tried this game, but you do get bored of it. So after I had eaten I went to the bathroom, stepped in the shover and let go. It felt borderline orgasmic and I was genuinely suprised how much I had IMG_0374.MOV
    5 points
  3. MDH Wetting at the bus stop.mp4
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  4. Interesting camera angle, only from below. Girl can't hold it during the piano lesson and starts releasing some long spurts of pee, eventually ending in completely emptying her bladder piano lesson wetting JAV.mp4
    4 points
  5. Recently found this. Not sure of who she is, but hope she has more content jump rope accident (480p).mp4
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  6. Happy thanksgiving everyone! Im thankful for all of you im thankful im still here and anyone struggling right now, im thankful you are still here too ❤️
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  7. This gallery features nearly 70 high-resolution photos of Alisha peeing in her tight jeans in the kitchen. If you like girls peeing in tight jeans, than this gallery is for you. In these images Alisha poses in her tight jeans, showing off for the camera, before wetting herself. These stunning high-resolution images capture the wetting in absolutely exquisite detail. From the first tiny wet spot on her jeans, to her legs being completely soaked, and every stage in between, these photos provide stunning clarity.
    4 points
  8. I was part of a campaign for Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden a while ago, and it inspired me to write this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 22: Peeing from a high-up place OC (Dungeons & Dragons) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sun rose over the summits of Wyrmdoom Crag. One of the deadliest peaks in all of Faerun, it was home to a race hard as the stone that comprised the mountains: the Goliaths. With the blood of giants flowing through their veins, these hulking gray-skinned folk were renowned for their strength and endurance. And of all the tribes, none were more impressive than the Thuunlagalaka Clan, whose heroic feats were known throughout the Forgotten Realms. As the morning sun passed over their camp, one of their members got ready for her morning ritual. Nalla yawned heartily and threw off the bearskin blankets. Blinking at the light, she rose up to her full seven feet and stretched. Nalla reached down and gingerly touched her midsection. Her bladder was filled to the brim from the previous night’s ale, and she could see it visibly bulging under her shirt. Perfect, Nalla thought. She exited her tent and strode barefoot across the snow-covered stone. Her breath hung in the air, but the cold didn’t bother her. Nalla made her way over to the cliff at the edge of her clan’s camp and prepared for her daily routine. Nalla looked over her shoulder to make sure she was the only one awake. Nobody else seemed to be stirring, so she undid the rope belt around her waist. Her deer-hide pants fell to the ground, exposing her nether regions to the cold morning air. Nalla shivered at a particularly fierce gust of wind, but she continued nonetheless. Reaching down, she made a V-sign with two fingers and spread her labia. Nalla peered down at the sheer drop in front of her, mist hiding the ground below. Then she relaxed the muscles keeping her bursting bladder under control. Nalla felt the flood of urine snake through her before gushing out in a powerful spray. Her pee had the force of a yellow geyser as it shot out in front of her by a good few feet before raining down on the valley below. Nalla was barely able to control her stream, and a good amount of pee wound up dribbling down right in front of her, sending up columns of steam where it landed. “Haaahhh,” she moaned, eyes rolling back into her head. Wonderful sensations were overwhelming her as she gratefully emptied her bladder: the relief of letting it all out, the warmth pissing provided, and the naughty thrill of doing it somewhere she shouldn’t. Nalla had been performing this ritual for years, and she loved it every time. Hundreds of feet down the cliff, shrouded by fog, two Kobold mountaineers were making their ascent. The tiny humanoid dragons were bundled up against the cold with several layers of coats, hats, and gloves. “How much farther?” groaned the one in the lead. “We’re almost there, Erba,” replied his companion, who was attached further down the climbing rope. “Now hurry up and secure that piton.” Grumbling, Erba made sure his rope was scure before hammering his piton into the stone above him. As he did, however, he felt something unusual: warm rain splashing down. “Vett!” he cried in a panic. “It’s raining! We’re gonna fall!” “Will you shut up?” Vett snapped. “It is far too cold for it to-” Then the ‘rain’ hit him as well. “Ach! That’s quite a downpour! Hold on tight!” The mountaineers gripped the rope and hugged the cliff wall, hanging on despite the sudden slipperiness. Back atop the cliff, Nalla finally ran dry. She watched the last of her pee disappear into the fog, and could have sworn she heard voices. Probably my imagination, she rationalized before pulling her pants back up. Behind Nalla, various other Goliaths began to rise. And below her, the two Kobolds continued their climb, baffled by the localized rainstorm in the frigid mountains. -------------------------------- Up next: Wetting skintight clothes
    4 points
  9. The blonde pee pee girl grey leggins in shower.mp4 She is The Blonde Pee Pee girl, but then changed her name to Blondesophie. I used to be subscribed to her page (don't remember if it was onlyfans), but it seems that she closed all her pages several months ago. The blonde pee pee girl shorts wetting in kitchen.mp4
    4 points
  10. A little bit of introduction, I stream pretty often on Twitch. While my community is small, they're very nice, and I love to stream for them. Today, though, my body had a different stream in mind when I wanted to go live on Twitch. I struggle with holding my bladder on the daily. Usually, I only get a few minutes warning of desperation before I'm going to wet myself, without even feeling the urge to go beforehand. Combine that with my love of energy drinks, and you get a lot of close calls throughout the day. Today was no exception to that. Just a few minutes after I went live, I really, really needed to go to the bathroom. But I couldn't stop just yet! I'd just started! I felt trapped, so I just rocked back and forth in my chair. It helped a bit, and by focusing on the game and on the chat, I was able to hold it for a little while. Eventually, of course, I started to leak. I wiggled and rocked in place, trying to keep from leaking, because I didn't want to wet myself on a live stream! I stayed absolutely silent as it happened, apart from talking to my viewers, even though I wanted to whine and grab myself. The leaks kept happening, no matter how hard I tried to hold it, and they eventually escalated into heavy spurts that told me I wasn't going to last more than a few minutes. I thought about it for a good minute, leaking the whole time and gradually getting my underwear wetter and wetter. I have no webcam, and if I was quiet, no one would know what happened. Besides, I had a blanket under me. If I had an accident, it wouldn't be hard to clean. I made my decision, took a deep breath, and relaxed. I instantly let out a heavy stream, which was thankfully quieted by the fact I was sitting on a towel and still fully clothed. I peed a lot longer than I thought I was going to- I was fuller than I thought I was. It felt amazing, though, and I had to keep myself from making any noise in relief into my microphone. Eventually I finished, and went on with the stream as if nothing happened. I ended my stream, and now I'm still sitting in my accident, letting out little spurts every now and again when my bladder starts to fill up. I'll clean up eventually- but this accident felt really good.
    3 points
  11. I'm sure I am not alone in my love of the czech LoveWetting.com videos, and many JAV series, but I am always curious as to the dialog; especially when there is a lot of it. I have tried a few methods, from using audio loopback and google translate speech recognition, to downloading the video and uploading it to an ai machine translator. Unfortunately, most services charge money, limit time, or upload size. It would be most appreciated if anyone was able to suggest an online automatic subtitle generator that can decode czech/japanese to english, without limits and/or is able to be downloaded in an app that works off/online. I have quite a large collection and methods for ripping videos from most sources. I would be happy to share/exchange videos with anyone who can help me out here. Thanks! Attached to this message is a classic from Pissu33n. pqueen doing dishes.mp4
    3 points
  12. 2,385 downloads

    Powergirl extended scenes from the new Fear Wetting Compilation Volumes.
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  13. 1,541 downloads

    Hi, Sorry for the wait. Here are the two Zoe files I promised. Enjoy
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  14. "David, please! There are slightly more pressing matters at hand here!" - Liz, Shaun of the Dead "I can't hold on much longer!" - Buzz Lightyear, Toy Story "I gotta pee." - Forrest Gump, Forrest Gump "Looks like they use toilets. At least they're somewhat civilized." - Leon S. Kennedy, Resident Evil 4 "Ugh, forget it! This is way too gross. Who would even think of doing something so disgusting?" - Heather/Cheryl Mason, Silent Hill 3 "I don't really feel like eating and drinking stuff from an alternate reality, OK?" - also Heather/Cheryl Mason, Silent Hill 3. (I know you see the fic opportunities here.) "Start the damn joust before I piss myself." - Robert Baratheon, Game of Thrones
    3 points
  15. This just keeps getting better and better. Going to bed tonight in these.
    3 points
  16. This is such a gem! It shouldn't be from any jav though because they're actually talking in mandarin. Also, the girl that's wetting isn't the one that's playing the piano. Initially I thought the girl who's playing the piano is the one who's desperate, but based on the conversation she seems to be the teacher. Towards the end she said something like she was desperate because she was she's been giving classes all day (or taking classes depending on her role, I'm fairly sure she's the teacher). I think it might not even be staged in the sense that the teacher set up the camera for the scene during an actual class, just because the conversation sounds too natural.
    3 points
  17. I'm female and I do find it pleasurable. Maybe not quite to an orgasmic extent, necessarily, but if I was really desperate beforehand I definitely have to pause and savor the sensation. Typically, the stronger the stream and the longer it lasts, the better. There's really a very specific type of pee that feels best to me and it's the forceful hissing variety, where I've likely been well-hydrated and filled up quickly. It's just so satisfying to let it all out! How could anyone not find that enjoyable?
    3 points
  18. It's absolutely not required! For me, personally, the pleasure and gratification one gets from successfully making it to the toilet is actually much more of a turn-on for me than wetting. I've never been much into wetting; for me it's all about the desperation, and just recently I've discovered how much I like the "successfully making it" aspect.
    3 points
  19. Too much

    Struck by the urge to urinate during her darkest hour, rush hour, this girl tried many a times to head for the bathroom, only to be intercepted by customers every time, but as a new chai of requests begins the girl's holding session ends,
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  20. Long time ago, it was the time before internet and before WhatsApp, there were contact magazines, where peoples could contact someone with the same interests, habits and the same lust. A young man wrote a message in one of this magazines, he wrote: “I am searching for a girl who is holding her wee for me as long as she can, as long until she absolutely can’t no more.” He got more answers, but one letter was from a young girl, who lived in a neighboring country, was the most interesting for him. She wrote that she went to school with a girl who had wealthy parents. She did pay girls from their class, for not to pee. At summer holidays they went sometimes to a open air swimming pool. She, the rich girl and 2 or 3 other girls. The girls were not allowed to go to the toilet and they were not allowed to go swimming, so that they could not cheating and pee in the pool. Their little bikini panties had to stay dry, from outside and even more from inside. The girls did get something to eat and a lot to drink. They did play games together during the day, mostly ballgames. The rich girl did try to hit the girls bellies, so hard as possible with the ball. She did like to hurt their bladders, witch were pretty full at afternoon. It was painful for the girls to get the ball on the swollen, bulging bladder. Late afternoon, the girls did not want to play anymore, to jump and to move was getting to painful, they were needing to wee so bad that they did just wanted to lie on a blanket, with their legs tight crossed. The „bad „ girl did not wanted that, she was a sadist, she wanted to torture them, she started to wrestle with the girls and pressed and pushed hard on and in their bellies. Some of the little bikini panties were getting a little bit wet from the bladder torture. Before they did leave, the girls wanted finally to the loo, but she did not let them go, she would only pay if they hold it until at home, she told them. The girls were needing to wee so bad after holding it for so long and after drinking so much, but they wanted the money, they went outside, without a wee and with swollen bladders. Sometimes they did not go home straight away, they went to a mall, for a last drink and sometimes, one or the other girl pissed in her panties on the way, before she could get to a toilet. The girl who wrote the letter, was getting friend with the rich girl and she was also holding her wee for her. First for money and later for fun and lust. She did not go to the toilet at school, she did not pee after her morning pee at home. Sometimes she was invited for the dinner, from the girls parents. Her bladder was full from the day. She had to hide her strong urge to wee, she had to drink whatever the girl offered her and that was not less. After dinner, the two girls went to her room, to watch a video, so they said. In reality, as soon as they were in the room, they stripped their clothes and went naked to the bed. The sadist girl started to torture the other one, who was needing to wee so bad, since hours. She pressed hard and powerful in the poor girls lower abdomen, it was so painful for her, it did hurt her so much, but more and more she did like this kind of pain, she did like to get tortured like that and not being allowed to piss, she was nearly addicted to be forced to hold it and to get tortured. She was proud about her ability, she was made to drink, she was not allowed to piss and she was able to endure the pain from a bursting full bladder for hours. She is trained to hold it and her bladder ready for the greatest torture ever, she wrote to the young man. She had fun and pleasure with her girl friend, but now she wants to be with a man who don’t let her piss until her eyes turns yellow. Since a few months she is old enough to get fucked and she wants now get fucked from a man, from a real man, when her bladder in her belly is full to explode and he still want let her go. „ I want to know how it feels to be in ecstasy, from needing to piss, from climax and from bladder pain!“ she wrote. “If you think you are able to bring me in such an ecstasy and if you promise me that you will not let me piss, not even if i beg you on my knees or if i whimper like a dog, than I’ll make a date with you, then i’ll visit you. My extra large bladder and my extra small, little cunt, will be yours for one week.“ she wrote. Burst my bladder and burst my pussy! continue
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  21. Let me preface by saying, I don't hold often, and when I do, I rarely hold till bursting, as I will explain later. Last night I was playing some Forza Horizon 5 and SMITE with some friends, and a realization dawned on me. No body was gonna be home today, I could safely wet myself without being caught! I was getting excited at the prospect as it has been just over 3 months or so since I last wet myself. I made sure to be prepared, and I had an extra glass of water before bed. This morning I wake up, and completely forget that I'm planning a hold. The only thing on my mind is, "why is my room so fucking cold" so I get up throw on my favorite wool sweater over my nightgown and go pee. It was then I remembered, halfway through my pee mind you, that oh wait, I was gonna hold that. which would have been preferable, because now I'm starting from scratch. This is why I dont hold till bursting. When I start completely empty, following all necessary precautions, like not drinking to much to overload my kidneys, my body doesn't like it. I was hoping for this not to happen, but we'll get there. I grab a glass of water, pop my meds, and get on to my daily activities. Around 9 after I hear my roommate and subsuquently his girlfriend leave for the day, I head to the kitchen, trusty cup in hand, and down two full cups of water. ~500 ml or so. I didn't have any water, or any fluids in general for that matter, after that. Things were going fine for about an hour, and that's when I started to feel it. I start fidgeting a little, but continue on while completing my tasks. Cut to 10:45, and I cant ignore it. The urge to pee is not what was worrying me tho. That honor when to the moment my gut gurgled and I had the unmistakable feeling of, "Oh god, this is not gonna be pretty. I need the toilet." I rush to the bathroom, pull my panties down and while holding my hole as shut as I could I just open the sewer drain on the other side and empty as much as I could. Once I was satisfied, I decided to not waste any more time, and threw on a pair of cute gray panties, and blue jeans. I decided to hop in my flats too because... I dunno, reasons? I'm not too keen on topless wettings. They don't really turn me on, but this time time was of the essence, and a bra/shirt was too much effort. I originally had planned to pee myself in the backyard, but my body had other ideas. Not wanting to mess myself, (as I was already having that urge again) I hop in the shower and let go. For maybe a second that is before involuntarily, the sewer gates opened again for just a moment, and I stopped, hopped out of the shower, pulled my pants straight down and slapped my ass on the toilet again. Sure enough the ass of my panties had been messed in. This time I make sure I'm well and empty, before stepping back in the shower and letting loose. Pure bliss as I let the relaxing warmth crawl down my legs. I stood there in ecstasy for another minute before hopping out, stripping and nabbing some pics of the aftermath. I turned on the shower, and rinsed out my flats, stuck them on top of the door to dry, and tried to rinse my panties as best I could. Thankfully any evidence of them having been messed in is gone, and they are finishing up a stint in the laundry, as I type this. Now you may ask, "RavenBear, why not just mess your panties, and save yourself the trouble?" Well dear reader, the answer is I've dealt with IBS most of my adult life, and quite simply, I don't like to be reminded of unending gut pain and hour long toilet visits when I'm trying to indulge in my kink. If I had fully messed myself, I can guarantee I would not be here writing about the actual good part. Anywhoosies, While I doubt I'll post often, I hope y'all enjoy this story and the images. -RavenBear ❤️
    2 points
  22. Here is the most recent video of a sexy Filipino I've been paying to pee her pants for me. She's gotten real good at making these videos, thanks to direction from me, and lots of practise. 😌 She's sent me 15-20 videos, so let me know if you like/want to see more, and I'll post here if anyone is unable to use vk (I have all of them uploaded there) P_L_PEES_HER_WHITE_COTTON_PANTIES_AND_TIGHT_JEANS_360p.mp4
    2 points
  23. The young master has made an incredible discovery, the toilet is the only room the maids can't open from the outside, armed with this new information he barricades himself in the bathroom with all the snacks and games he can find, he won't be leaving anytime soon. He's having a geat time, maybe he should ask his dad to build a second bathroom in the mansion, since they only have this one
    2 points
  24. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph619ea4536bf9d
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  25. You have the power to know current urine volume and maximum bladder capacity of anyone you see, and to transfer urine from one bladder to another, of any people you see. You are included. While using this power, you, and anyone targeted by it, are unable to pee, no matter how full is their bladder. If you write a story based on this, please post it (or a link) here!
    2 points
  26. Zoe vids as requested in a thread View File Hi, Sorry for the wait. Here are the two Zoe files I promised. Enjoy Submitter liesjeversteven Submitted 11/25/2021 Category Female  
    2 points
  27. This is simultaneously the best and the worst part of hiking trails. It's so exciting to know you're getting away with something🤫🤭, but at the same time, ohmygodohmygod they're totally gonna see it if I do it 😱😱
    2 points
  28. Chapter 205 Megan Seeing Liam making tea for us both whilst dancing around the kitchen clearly desperate for the loo is unbelievably sexy. I can’t deny that he never fails to turn me on, every bit, in fact much more, than Gareth did this morning. There really is no better sight in my mind that a grown man squirming because he’s dying for the toilet. The fact Liam could go anytime he wants but he’s choosing to deliberately hold on for me thrills me more than I can put into words. However, I assumed we’d be going to church tonight as is normal the night before a funeral for Catholics and I ask Liam why we aren’t. I’ve only ever known funerals in Saint Mary’s chapel so hearing that none of the normal funeral traditions I know are happening actually throws me. They all have such meaning, such significance, that not doing them just doesn’t seem right to me, especially the prayer vigil and lighting a candle in memory of the person. It makes me so uneasy that I’ll only feel better if I can do what I can for Liam’s aunt myself. Watching as Liam finds a candle as he’s rubbing his cock with such urgency I can’t help but imagining him in the same situation I’ve been in myself, and not that long ago my younger brother Rory found himself in too, having to sit through Sunday mass with a very bursting bladder. I recall my younger brother sitting beside me restless and fidgeting throughout the prayers and sermon and singing and how I had to run him out at the end down the side of the old chapel and into the back area of the chapel so he could use the toilets. I try to imagine that instead of Rory it was Liam beside me and how rushing out as an adult would be highly inappropriate and disrespectful, regardless how urgent your need was. I look at Liam and smile as he sits opposite me on the hard dining room chair unable to sit still, his leg bouncing continuously and one hand pressing on his crotch. I shiver at the memory of being in confession with Father Reilly just over a month ago as I too squirmed on the seat and held myself unable to sit still. The pressure and the constant tingling between my legs turned me on so much that day that when I finally ran out and down the side of the chapel I ended up hiding at the back of the old building and pulling my skirt up and knickers aside and peeing a storm outside, only barely out of view of anyone passing by. After peeing so much I was so incredibly turned on that I slipped a hand to my own wet and warm vagina and masturbated myself outside in the fresh air! Between the memory and watching Liam opposite me I am already very wet between my legs and extremely turned on. I could just let Liam piss then fuck him but the burning candle on the table reminds me of the prayers I feel still need to be said for Ella Jude. I start reciting the 23rd Psalm as I have to bow my head to keep focus as I hear Liam joining in, though not as confidently as he did last night on the ferry. I glance at his pleading face as he sits rigidly forwards on the dining chair balancing precariously right on the edge. I bow my head again praying the familiar Catholic prayers I know by heart as I recite words that have been instilled into me from childhood. Between the words I can hear Liam lightly moaning and squirming as my own vagina throbs in my knickers. Warm mucus is oozing out of my body as I say Amen and look up at my boyfriend, his face screwed up in utter desperation and my own hand caressing between my legs. He whispers quietly words that set my body alight. “Please can I go?” His eyes are pleading, his body tense, his lips trembling. I haven’t got incense to burn or Holy Water to put on a coffin but I really long to hear more about Ella Jude and what she was like. “Liam, do you have any special memories of your aunt? I’d love to hear them.” “Can I…” I shake my head. If this was chapel he’d have no choice but to wait. I’m pretty sure his aunt would expect nothing less in her church too. I’m loving watching him but equally eager to hear more about his aunt. He doesn’t say anything at first, his concentration appearing to be entirely focused on keeping his urine in, or maybe he’s just trying to think what to say.? I try to prompt him. “What’s your earliest memory of her?” “Emm…I remember a time when I was 6 I think? I’d got into this children’s football team and I had been chosen to play. It was early on a Saturday morning and my mum had promised me she’d come and see me. Aunt Ella had invited us over for dinner on the Friday night and I’d told her all about it. She was…ah….so proud of me. She drove mum and me back to our flat and as I went to bed I heard my mum on the phone…mmmm…to one of her boyfriends. Before I fell asleep I heard him arriving and music and laughing. I was too young to realise what they were doing but on the Saturday morning the boyfriend was asleep on the sofa when I woke and…fuck I gotta piss…mum was in the bathroom being sick. She couldn’t take me to the game because she was hungover and I started crying. She shouted at me then phoned aunt Ella. She came and..oh God…got my football…grrr….kit then put me in her car and took me to the game. She cheered so loud for me and I remember scoring a goal and running up to her at the end for a huge hug. Please…can I?” Watching Liam is utterly captivating and I can’t stop stroking myself under the table, his moves and moans driving me crazy. Hoping he doesn’t notice I quietly slide my skirt down as it falls silently onto a heap on the floor. My legs are shaking as I spread them either side of the chair pushing down and back and forth loving the pressure sensation against my hard and growing clitoris. While sharing the memory I notice Liam has undone the button on his jeans too still squeezing and rubbing himself continuously as he speaks. “That’s such a precious memory to treasure. Did you win the match?” “I don’t think so. Fssss…oh God Megan I think a dribble leaked out.” “Keep holding sweetheart. Tell me more about your Aunt.”
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  29. I love how people on this site always comes with new ways, how to make omo even more interesting. Thank you for that. About the question. No I don't do it, but I'm a football/soccer fan and there is lots of oportunities to do this kind of stuff, so maybe I'll do something similar.
    2 points
  30. Too much

    This is hot
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  31. Had a very hard time finding these videos until I came across this Twitter account. A woman I’ve only ever seen called PorbiLucas. I know one or two of these are floating around on this site but I figured I would put them all in one place. @durianfury
    2 points
  32. Although I am not into wetting for the sake of wetting, this video is quite sweet and 'realistic' as the woman seems to be genuinely desperate, trembling, crossing legs, shifting position, and making such understated sounds of desperation. And when the first small leak does come, she appears to be still trying to hold back, it being some time before the next leak. My ideal scenario might have been if she had made some excuse to do something to distract herself to get the urges under control, whist keeping her bladder full until ending the lesson.
    2 points
  33. Oooh, I love this thread! My recurring dream is like a combination of events that happened to me at different times in school. Sometimes, I would write down my dreams when I woke up, and my notes helped me reconstruct what happens. It starts out with me in my school's computer lab, which is really dark. I think I'm doing some sort of test on the computer, or maybe I'm writing an essay. The computer lab is in my elementary school, but in my dream I'm in high school. All of my classmates are in there, too, working on stuff on these ancient computers with big CRT monitors. I have a hard time working on anything, and I'm just sort of sitting there. I suddenly realize that I'm actually desperate to go pee. I start holding myself, trying to focus on what I'm doing. I have my hand jammed into my crotch, and I'm worried that people are looking at me. I keep wiggling in place, trying my best to hold it in. How exactly I hold it is a little vague in my mind, but I'm just super desperate to go. Eventually, I actually start leaking in the dream, which feels really warm in my underwear and chair. Sometimes I check the chair to see it it's wet, and it usually is. Often, in my dream, I don't have any pants on, just panties. I keep trying to hold it, but the leaks just keep coming, and the seat of the chair gets really warm and wet. I can tell that more people are looking at me, and I start to panic from their gazes. For some reason, I don't ask to use the bathroom. This is generally where one of two things happens. The first option is that I hold myself, manage to stop wetting my panties for a minute, and begin to run out of the room. I can hear some other people laughing at me as I run out, and sometimes I can hear them talking about how I had an accident. I get out into a hallway, where I'm suddenly wearing pants again. I hold myself and head for the bathroom, but the distance to the toilet just keeps stretching. At some point, I start leaking again, which makes my pants feel really warm and wet. I look down, and see that my pants are soaked. I end up not being able to hold it anymore, and I just start fully wetting myself. It doesn't always feel like it's running down my legs, and sometimes it feels like I'm wetting a diaper. That's about all I remember for this path. Sometimes in my dream, I end up staying in the computer lab. I keep trying to hold on, and everyone laughs while I piss my panties in front of them. I can usually remember hearing someone saying "Ewwwwww, I think Stacy wet her pants." before giggling. I can't hold it anymore, and I just have to let go. I try to stop, but I can't. I just start soaking my chair with my legs crossed tight, feeling exposed without any pants on. Eventually, even my teacher comes over to look at me. Occasionally, I look down to see that I'm wearing a Goodnite before abruptly waking up. Either way, this dream usually results in me waking up with soaked padding or sheets. Sometimes I just wake up desperate to go pee, but most often I've already gone.
    2 points
  34. Chapter 204 Liam Megan is an amazing cook! I have no idea how she manages to turn a few simple ingredients from Sainsburies into such a delicious cottage pie. Yasmin doesn’t seem as taken with it as I do but it’s obvious that she tired and out of routine, poor kid. It takes a lot of effort from both Megan and myself just to get her eating enough to be full., by which time her mouth is covered, as are her hands and even her toes! I offer to get some wipes to clean her up but Megan feels she’d be better off having a bath and then going to bed. I need a pee but I don’t want to interrupt Megan bathing the baby so I round up the dishes and take them into the kitchen. I can’t find any dishwasher tablets anywhere so decide it will be better to hand wash everything and we can pick up some tablets another time. Standing at the sink I find myself lightly moving from foot to foot even before I turn the taps on. Just the thought of running water, combined with standing up, is making my need increase, but I can hear the boiler clicking on with Megan running the bath for the baby and I don’t want to get in her way. I really hope I’m not taking the water away from upstairs as I rinse and wash the dirty dishes, the noice and feel of the water affecting my bladder such a lot. I can’t help thinking back to earlier in the morning and Gareth pacing in front of the closed restaurant as I jig about and squirm wondering if I can hold back quite as long as I’d like to. I leave the dishes to dry on the rack and return to the dining room to sweep up and wipe the table. For once I’m glad my aunt isn’t around as I dance around the table tensing my muscles and pinching myself. She’d be mortified at my behaviour, but I can’t stop. The more I remember how Megan was in the back of the car earlier watching Gareth the more desperate I am determined to get. Just thinking that Megan will be turned on makes me randy and hard as I wonder how much longer she might be. I consider going up to find her but I worry seeing the bathroom might affect my self control so I decide to wait downstairs and continue tidying up. Wiping the kitchen worktops down I have to stop to grab myself twice and rinsing the cloth almost has me on the verge of pissing myself. Then I hear Megan at the top of the stairs and dump the cloth in the caddy behind the taps, quickly leaving the kitchen to find her. We’re standing at the bottom of the stairs hugging when I hint that I really want to go upstairs. At first she thinks I’m simply wanting sex, which needless to say I most definitely do want, but first I plan to have some fun as I notice Megan finally catching on to my need. The little minx immediately suggests tea which thrills me but terrifies me all at the sane time. Filling the kettle is bloody torture as I stand crossed legged and have to pinch myself longer than before. I want Megan to decide when I get to pee though and submitting to her has me rock hard and longing for her so much. At least having a hard cock is making being bursting to pee a little more manageable. I hand Megan her tea and follow her as she sits back at the dining table. “Isn’t there a prayer vigil tonight then? You know, the reception of the body? Don’t you do that here in England then?” I have no idea what she’s talking about as she must see my confused face and realise. “The night before a funeral. Don’t you have a service then? With the coffin in the church?” “The funeral’s tomorrow morning. That’s the only service honey.” “You light candles though don’t you?” “I don’t think so.” “You have a priest wave the thurible with the burning incense though surely?” “No.” “Sprinkle the coffin with Holy Water?” “I’ve never seen that done, no. Sounds like a lot of rituals to me. Tomorrow is the only service there will be. The coffin will be there in my aunt’s church and there will be readings, memories shared, songs sung and Andrew Watt, who you met this afternoon, will give a talk. Then we go in the funeral cars to the crematorium and there’s a very short service there followed by going back to the church for a little tea. By the way, any chance I can go pee yet?” “Not yet. Liam, do you know if your aunt has any candles?” “I’m not sure. If she did I’d imagine they will be in the bottom drawer in the kitchen with the screwdrivers, lightbulbs and other odds and ends. Want me to look?” “Yes please. I’ll come with you.” I leave my coffee and head back to the kitchen where I find an opened pack of tea lights in the bottom kitchen drawer. Seriously needing to piss I take one out and show Megan as I rub my penis through my jeans. “This ok?” “Yes. Any matches to light it?” I use the gas rings on the oven to carefully light the small candle before carrying it through to the dining room and sitting it on a saucer in the middle of the table. I sit back down opposite Megan sipping at my tea whilst squirming on the dining chair. “Don’t forget that I’m dying for the loo Meg.” “I know but this is important to me Liam. Just imagine that you’re back in St. Mary’s chapel in Bangor. You wouldn’t leave a funeral to pee would you? Absolutely not. I’d really like to pray for your aunt. For her safe passing to Heaven. You don’t mind do you?” “That would be lovely but are you absolutely sure I can’t just go to the toilet first?” “I’d rather you didn’t honey. Believe me when I tell you I’ve had to sit through many a mass bursting to pee and I’m sure I told you already about the time I was almost wetting myself in confession too. It’s disrespectful to walk out during any of the rites or rituals. How about we start with Psalm 23? I loved us saying that together. Then I’ll say a couple of prayers for your aunt Ella. Did she have a favourite song? I’m sure you said she did? Amazing Grace wasn’t it?” “Yes. It’s being sung tomorrow. Megan sweetheart, will this take long? It’s really beautiful and sweet of you, and I do seriously appreciate it…but I couldn’t just nip upstairs a minute before you start could I?” There’s something about the way she winks at me, the turn of her lips when she smiles, like this is all part of a plan, a way to get me to wait, something she’s loving every minute of, that spurs me on to keep on holding despite the uncomfortableness and continuous tingling that’s extremely distracting. All this reciting the Bible and praying and singing while the candle burns…it can’t possibly last that long. Can it?
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  35. We're back to Hyrule again for this one. Breath of the Wild has so many great characters to lewd! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 19: In front of a crush Paya (Breath of the Wild) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For Paya, guardian of the sacred Sheikah Heirloom, it never rained but poured. First, she had been introduced to Link, the hero of legend, and had been too shy to speak a full sentence to him. Once she finally gained the confidence to do so, she had realized she was hopelessly smitten with him. Then, just as Link returned to Kakariko Village, the Heirloom had been stolen from right under her nose! Now, he was spending the day guarding her, and Paya still got butterflies in her stomach whenever he looked at her with those gorgeous blue eyes. Paya swallowed, trying to shake the feeling of nausea. The sun was setting, and she and Link were on her porch watching the first fireflies come out. “Master Link?” she managed to squeak out. “Thank you for staying by my side for the whole day.” Link nodded and smiled, but said nothing. He was like that; the strong, silent type. “I see now that crying and feeling scared won’t help us get the heirloom back,” Paya continued. “I just- I’m not sure what to do.” Link reached out and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Electricity ran through Paya, and her heart was pounding, but she narrowly managed to avoid crying out. Her thoughts were barely coherent. He’stouchingmehe’stouchingmesweetHyliahe’stouchingmehishandisonmyshoulderagh! Sensation overwhelmed Paya. She could feel the burning on her face, the throbbing in her chest, the tingle in her bladder- Wait a minute, Paya realized, getting her mind under control. She took a deep breath, and the feeling hit again. There was no mistaking it: Paya had to pee. She’d been too nervous to leave Link’s side during the day, and now the consequences were making themselves known. “E-excuse me, Master Link,” she whispered, then turned and ran inside. The washroom in the house Paya shared with her grandmother Impa was not a luxurious one. It consisted of a washtub, a basin, a few toiletries, and a chamber pot. That last item was front and center in Paya’s mind as she opened the door. “Hey! Do you mind?” snapped Impa. She was hunched over in the washtub, scrubbing her wrinkled back. “Sorry!” Paya squealed, slamming the door. “Um, how long are you going to be?” “A while,” came the reply. “What does it matter?” “Um, I kind of, I have to,” Paya sputtered, “I need to.. pee.” She uttered the last word in barely a whisper. “What? What did you say?” asked Impa. “I need to pee,” Paya repeated, barely any louder. “What? No, there shouldn’t be any Keese out right now. Besides, Link’s with you.” “No!” Paya cried. “I need to pee!” As soon as the words were out, Paya clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified at how loud the words were. Did Link hear that? she wondered. The possibility was too awful to contemplate. “Oh, why didn’t you say so?” said Impa. “Unfortunately, our chamber pot’s broken.” “What?” Impa cried. “How?” “Some little boys were playing a game,” Impa explained, “smashing pots and pretending there were Rupees in them. Kids these days…” “But, but what am I supposed to do?” Paya sputtered. “Just go in the woods. You did that all the time when you were little.” “But the sun’s going down! The monsters will be-” “Oh, for crying out loud!” Impa interrupted. “If you’re scared, take Link with you!” Paya nearly fainted upon hearing that. “But- but.. I- I can’t,” she stammered. Then she felt a single drop of urine leak out and realized she might not have had a choice. Blushing furiously at the idea, she headed back outside and approached Link. “Master Link, I was, um, thinking of going for a walk in the woods,” Paya lied. “Would you care to accompany me?” Link nodded and the pair set out on the path leading to the forest. Paya let Link lead the way, not wanting him to see her fidget. Once they were deep enough to not be seen from the village, she made her move. “Would you m-mind waiting here for a moment?” Paya requested. “I, uh, I… I… Be right back!” Paya sprinted away and ducked behind a nearby tree, one that was thick enough to hide her from view. She wasn’t worried about Link spying on her; the hero was a perfect gentleman. Still, Paya had to work up her courage before removing her pants and squatting down. She took one last peek over her shoulder, then willed her bladder to let go. It took a little while, but a pale yellow stream started to trickle from between her legs, softly splashing on the grass beneath her. Paya bit her lip to keep from sighing in relief, and prayed that Link couldn’t hear the tinkling sound she was making. She was so focused on not being noticed that she didn’t realize she wasn’t alone. Not until it was too late. A gruesome snarl snapped Paya out of her reverie. Still mid-pee, she looked up and saw two Stalkoblins armed with swords marching towards her. She shrieked at the sight of the skeletal monsters and instinctively tried to scramble backwards to safety. Paya’s back hit the trunk of the tree, however, and she collapsed to the ground, urine still flowing out of her. “No! Get away!” Paya cried. One of the Stalkoblins growled in response and raised its sword menacingly. Then there was the sharp twang of a bow, and the monster staggered back with an arrow in its eye. Link burst onto the scene with a fearsome war cry and decapitated the Stalkoblin with a single stroke of the Master Sword. The skull rolled towards his feet and he plunged the blade downwards, shattering the bone to pieces. Watching, Paya was torn between being relieved and mortified. Hurry up, hurry up, she begged her bladder, which was still steadily releasing its contents. I don’t want Link to see me like this! Meanwhile, the second Stalkoblin swung at Link, but he easily parried the blow with his shield before dispatching the monster with his own strike. With a grunt of satisfaction, Link sheathed his sword, and Paya managed to get her pants pulled up just before he turned around. She winced as the last of her pee dribbled into her underwear. “Thank you, Master Link!” she cried, rising to her feet. Paya jumped forward, placing herself between Link and the massive puddle of urine on the ground. “That was a most eventful walk! Now, let’s go home, shall we?” Link nodded and turned to lead the way back to the village. If he had any idea what Paya had really been doing, he kept it to himself. My hero, thought Paya wistfully. Such a gentleman. -------------------------- Up next: Peeing from a high-up place
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  36. ((This is my first time writing smut, sorry if it’s terrible.)) “I don’t know, you just really remind me of the main character of the show, or whatever. I think you’d like it!” Raphael blurted out, tipsy but eager. “I mean, is it on Netflix? It’d be pretty chill if we watched it.” Adrian boldly quipped. Even after two amazing dates, Adrian still felt nervous around Raphael. Something about his charming confidence left him with so many butterflies that the only time his thoughts settled was when he had a cozy few drinks - and tonight was gonna be the night where they finally take the big next step. ”Haha! I see what you did there.” Raphael smirked, a glint of mischief reflecting out of the corner of his brown eyes. “It would be pretty chill if we watched it. I should probably go with you, just in case you need to borrow my Netflix account.” The two laughed playfully as the waitress refilled their water glasses yet again. Their eyes locked as both took another nervous-but-excited sip of water. ”I’ll be right back, here’s my card if the waitress comes by.” Raphael stood, dropped a debit card on the table, and looked around. “We can split the bill and maybe instead of me taking you home, I could possibly take you up on your kind and generous suggestion of coming back to my place, watching some Netflix, and possibly chilling?” ”I’ll have to check my schedule, but I think I can pencil you in.” Adrian smirked in return. ”Sounds like a plan! I’m just gonna pee first.” Raphael made his way through the small row of tables into the men’s room. Much to his dismay, it wasn’t a private room. And yet worse, there was someone loudly groaning in the stall. Walking up the the urinal, the man unzipped his fly and watched his long flaccid penis hanging helplessly in front of him. “Come on. I can piss on a guys face in the shower, but I can’t piss in a public bathroom?” Raphael watched his flaccid member for well over a minute, still too nervous to pee. The only moisture coming from it was the short bead of precum he had leaked from the thought of finally seeing Adrian naked. Feeling too uncomfortable to continue standing there, Raphael anxiously repackaged his privates, zipped up, and washed his hands in slight defeat. ”Ready to go?” Raphael asked, walking back to the table, doing his best to put on a brave face. “Oh, yeah, sure!” Adrian replied, too embarrassed to admit that suddenly standing stirred the liquids in his system. He looked to the bathroom longingly as he followed an eager Raphael out the door. Both jumping into the doors of Raphaels silver sedan, the two celebrated a successful third date with a passionate kiss. Adrian’s curious hands couldn’t help but try to wander under Raphael’s belt, but the added pressure of Adrians hand caused Raphael to jump. He immediately started the car. ”H-Heh, be patient now. I love just a little drive away.” Adrian rested his hand on the mans thigh. The thought of the sex the two were going to have completely eclipsed the ache of needing to pee. He was slightly anxious, because he’s notoriously bad at holding his liquids, but 20 minutes is no big deal. Plus, if he absolutely had to stop, he could piss on the side of the road, and maybe Raphael would want to watch. ”We can compromise though.” Raphael said, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his fly. He adjusted himself for comfort, and to let a peek of his blue plaid boxers and slight happy-trail poke through from under the shirt. Raphael sighed with relief at losing the added pressure. ”Compromise sounds fun!” Adrian replied, following suit for the exact same reasons. He looked down and checked his briefs before offering Raphael a better view, just to make sure he wasn’t accidentally wearing one of the many pee stained pairs of briefs. These were a dark navy with a cut that was very flattering on his bulge, and as far as he could qremember, he hadn’t wet himself in them more than just a bit. Raphael peeked curiously to Adrian repeated as he drove ever closer to home. Pulling up to the on-ramp, he was just two highway exits away from relief. The pair playfully flirted as they turned a wide corner, but we’re stunned to silence by the extremely sudden stop of traffic. Between the fear of causing an accident, and the seatbelt pushing into his bladder, Raphael instantly broke the seal and started to leak a weak steady stream. He hadn’t even noticed until a few seconds after the adrenaline had worn off that he was mid stream and had to stop before it became a flood. “Ugh, this exit always gets backed up by the bridge. It’s a fucking death trap” Raphael complained, trying to hide his blushing face. Adrian grunted amicably, completely preoccupied. The near accident caused a small spurt, and the man cautiously crept his hand into his open pants to inspect the damage, but kept his hand there to help hold back the flood. The car remained unmoved on the center of the bridge for close to 10 minutes. The highway exit in sight, but no way to go forward. The men held strong, barely speaking more than just quick small talk. The mood remained sullen until they saw the police lights ahead and realized that the death trap of an exit might have been living up to its name. ”There was probably an accident ahead. That’d explain the sudden stop.” Adrian bleated meekly, feeling defeated. “And I’ve got to piss so friggin bad.” ”Yeah, me too. …I couldn’t go at the restaurant, so I’ve just been holding it.” The pair laughed as they reached inside their underwear to get a firm grip on themselves. Raphael sat in shock of how wet his crotch was from his earlier leak, while Adrian winced at every small drop that escaped his grip. ”God, I don’t know how much I can hold it, Raphael, I’m not gonna lie.” Raphael sighed, and pulled down his pants to show off the wet spot in his underwear, “I know how you feel.” He replied sheepishly. “I’m…” he winced through a visible spurt, “heh heh, I’m into piss… so if you were to piss on the floor of my car, I’d be cool with it.” Adrian picked up the hint and unbuckled his seatbelt. He carefully took off his shoes so he could get his pants and underwear off and smiled to Raphael. “I’m pretty open to pee pee games, if you wanted to go too. I could try to drink it, but I already have to go pretty bad.” Feeling his control rapidly slipping, Raphael kicked his pants around his ankles and forced his boxers down, spurting loudly with each movement. His hairy, exposed lower torso fountained heavy bursts into the air before he could get a grip and aim downward. The wayward piss stream had lightly drizzled his chest, and some of Adrians leg. Not that Adrian minded. Adrian was mostly undressed, pulling off his damp underwear and tucking it aside with the rest of his clothes. Even watching Raphael piss a full uncontrollable jet stream into the carpeted floor of the car, Adrian still mustered a faint “I’m sorry” as he joined Raphael in his relief. “Don’t be,” Raphael replied through a sweaty moan, “you look so hot right now.” Adrian was silent, still in shock that he was brought to a full wetting accident in a guys car. ”I mean it.” Raphael affirmed gruffly through the sounds of their hissing piss. He pulled the silent man into a kiss with one arm, and letting go of his own aim, rubbed the mans inner thigh, teasing his shaft with the lightest touch. The two pulled free of the kiss as the last signs of dribbling had passed. “Well that wasn’t what I expected to have happen.” Adrian stated jokingly. ”Me either. We should do it again.”
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  37. So….I’m back :) so something pretty interesting happened today. I was having fun with a male friend of mine, if you know what I mean. Him and I both have a habit of watching each other masturbate; there’s just something about it that really draws us in. He knows about my kink and takes advantage of it sometimes, but - more often than not - my nerves get the best of me and he gently lets me go before things really start. But today…he wanted to watch me masturbate in the bath tub. He wanted to angle the faucet above my pussy and let the water run over my clit while I had my legs over the side….and, I have to admit, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Like a good girl, I did what he said, and hooked the bend of my knees over the side of the tub and spread my legs for the water stream. Now, anyone who’s read my past post knows that I’m a sensitive girl. I wet occasionally in public (ive wet myself running quite a few times) and often leak during sex. I’ve peed during sex with him a few times…leaked here and there, and he never seemed to mind before. When I finger myself, I have a hard time not leaking because of the stimulation, and usually put down towels just in case. But I didn’t anticipate the water to feel so good. Literal minutes into the water hitting my clit, I could feel a squirt come out. But, because he was sitting on the edge of the tub and I was already extremely turned on by this turn of events, I decided to keep going. My legs were shaking, and I could feel my tiny bladder quivering inside of me, but I was desperate for the release. Maybe I thought that the water would cover it up, but he definitely noticed something was wrong when I started clenching my stomach, trying not to pee all over myself. I leaked a few more times involuntarily, but I was so close to cumming I couldn’t resist to keep going. I could feel my hot piss mixing with the water around my body and could only hope he didn’t notice. But then he put his hand between my legs to stick a finger inside of me, and the jig was up. Little squirts turned into squirming, which turned into panicked huffs, which turned into full on wetting when I couldn’t hold back anymore. I peed so hard you could differentiate between the two streams, and covering my face, I heard him say this (and I’ll never forget it because of how humiliating it was) “Something’s coming out…are you wetting yourself?” and I couldn’t stop. I wet myself all over his hand and the bath tub, and by the end of it, I’m pretty sure I was more covered in piss than water.
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  38. Seen before but one of my all-time favourites, love an accident in a public place and even better when visibly through tights and underwear.
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    One of my favourite scenarios - just women waiting in line for the washroom having accidents. There's one where both people have one, and all the usual stuff you can expect in this sort of JAV. Enjoy, Rach
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  40. [Note: I am a trans man but tagged this as female because I was living as a woman at the time of the incident] A few years ago, I went on a community litter cleanup near a stagnant creek with over a dozen other people. It was a cloudy, chilly day in late fall. Being hot-natured, I was only wearing a tie-dye T-shirt and elastic-waist jeans - the kind that are uncool in every era - with rainbow embroidery on the cuffs. The organizer plied me with water, and I badly needed to pee within two hours of starting. I winced from the pressure on my bladder every time I bent over. I didn't want to ask for help, because I knew that I would have to be driven to a fast food restaurant and it would be a huge production. I looked around for a place where I could pull down my pants and have a fast, hissing, foamy wee on the ground, but I simply couldn't get far enough away from the others. Although the creek wasn't running well enough to bother me, clambering over rocks and roots to get at beer cans and plastic bags was torture on my poor bladder. Ohh, I had to go! I regretted wearing inadequate clothes for the weather, because the chill heightened all the sensations of wanting to pee. I was covertly squeezing myself between the legs through the thin fabric of my jeans. I wasn't wearing any panties, so I knew that even a small leak would be visible. After two and a half hours, I felt a hot spurt of pee jet out of me as I leaned over to grasp a branch. I squeezed my thighs together, but another followed. I could see a small dark stain under my crotch. Barely regaining control, I should have been upset, but I was overwhelmed by the exquisite momentary taste of relief - my bladder hurt and my body was begging me to keep peeing. So I parted my legs and did. Ohhhhhh. I couldn't deny the animal pleasure I felt as I wet myself. It came out in warm pulses and there was so much of it; my lack of underwear meant that it poured right down my inner thighs without pooling anywhere. I didn't feel embarrassment until it was over. I wanted to fake a fall and throw myself into contaminated water just to hide the evidence, but I chickened out. Pretty much everyone saw. The rapid shift from hot to cold in my wet pants was unpleasant, too. A nice lady ended up driving me home without commenting on what had happened; she was the real MVP.
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  41. So my girlfriend and I attempted this last night. It was quite exhilarating. I understood the issue within peeing while being erected, so I just held my pee all day. I was leaking for about 45 min before we started. Once she got on top and dropped down though my bladder just gave up. It was fun. We’re going to try some role playing with this incorporated.
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    Does what it says on the tin - These Japanese women have public and very visible #2 poop accidents while waiting to use the washroom. ***IN CASE THIS WASN'T OBVIOUS - THESE VIDEOS CONTAIN POOP CONTENT*** Enjoy, Rach
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  43. It's a strange coincidence that you started scooping the litterbox just as I was going to use it. I tried to wait, but still ended up making a puddle. Sorry for being such a bad kitty...😰😝😰 waiting_for_litterbox.mp4
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  44. Yes exactly! It's like you read my mind. The relief aspect is the greatest turn on for me.
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  45. One of my `things' is to be given permission by my lady, who will call me a naughty boy and possibly give me a light spanking after I've soaked myself. Even more likely I'll get a harder spanking if I go in my pants without her say so.
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  46. Good thing I wore panties today. I forgot I had a pedi and wore tights! I ended up having to take them off for the pedicure lol. Classic me! Also, a pick of work and some mild holding agitation around 130 today 😘 InShot_20211106_004458018.mp4
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  47. Attached is the longer, 5-minute version of that video. Untitled (3).mp4
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