CaPeeRice98

Hello everyone! I've been rather absent, but I witnessed something peculiar last night and had to write it up here... It was late at night, and although it's cold, I decided to open my apartment windows and air out the room. I usually look around when there are no people below, but instead I was caught by surprise! It was a group of men, and although nothing odd at first, upon further inspection they were doing the unthinkable; They were pissing, right there and then, in the open! Unfortunately, before I made complete sense of the situation, they went to their car parked right across and quickly drove off. This morning I went along and tried not to think of it much, but while busy with the house chores, I started staring outside the window across the street... At the place where they were standing; I spotted puddles/wet ground still intact, which confirmed the event in my head and gave me a slight rush at that exact moment! It might not be much and I've no clue what they were doing there, but seeing this had me quite aroused... How about you?

As someone who's into restriction I must admit, that second panel does things to me... I haven't commented here before, but your art never fails to amaze me, kudos Biku!

Personally, I prefer someone either saying "piss" or just shyly alluding to it (ex. "I need to use the restroom" or "I'm gonna go freshen up"). Maybe it has to do with me preferring men, but "piss" is generally more arousing to me than "pee". I enjoy the scenario regardless of the wording though, so even "pee" can sound arousing in some contexts. I just don't want the whole thing to sound too childish, as it's a bit off-putting to me.

Maybe it's not the best idea, but I've felt like this a couple of times while I was out with friends in the evening, having acted on it and them being completely clueless. I wouldn't call it fully arousing, as I guilt myself for doing it in their presence, but it definitely gives me a thrill.

I haven't had a chance to submit a new post, but an opportunity has been opened to me and I'm back to share my most recent experience. In recent, life has been exhausting, being thrown countless responsibilities and a move to boot.. Me and my new flatmate have been working hard to organise everything by our due date, and as excited as I am, the thought of living with someone else has brought me lots of stress and anxiety.. So I cooked up a plan to relax and have some fun before we finally settle in; As I woke up this morning, I noticed that my bladder had been quite restless, with me going to empty it more frequently than usual, which inspired me.. With the shopping list ready, my flatmate offered to do the shopping for the day and run some errands, saying they would return sometime in the afternoon. Waking up early, I went to sleep in a bit, and when I woke up they were gone. My bladder was somewhat full, but instead of emptying it this time, I let my initial concept come into play.. What to do all alone, I wondered? I wanted to help out with housework, but I quickly discarded that thought and decided to take it easy. I prepared myself a large carrying cup of water with a screw-on lid (this will be relevant later) and put on some comfortable clothes, settling myself in bed. With nothing to do, I decided on scrolling the web for content to get me in the mood, stumbling upon a wonderful story by a fellow member of this very site (big props to you, my friend!) that immediately caught my attention.. At this point, I've been patiently reading and sipping from my cup for so long that I've had to refill it twice and got myself aroused and my bladder quite full! Not wanting it to come to anticlimax, my hand slipped below the covers as I lightly pushed on my bladder; It sent tingles in various places, as I kept giving it light pushes while reading further.. It got so intense to the point I had to put my phone aside, leaving the quiet tunes of my playlist in the background. Of course, my bladder was a little bulged, but it wasn't the only stiff sensation hard to ignore.. My hand went further, it slid into my pants, trying it's best to stroke myself in such a tiny space. Sliding along, I put my fingers inside of myself, the pressures and pleasures hitting me like a wave. I was bursting for a piss, but I kept pounding! It got too much for the space of my pants to handle, so I carefully lowered them just enough to still feel trapped, but a bit more free. Soon, I was in my favourite and most pleasurable position; sat on my knees, ass in the air, face hid in the covers as my hands did all the work.. I started to panic. I felt as if I would explode, I had to act quick! I remembered my cup from earlier.. I still had some water is, so I clenched onto myself for dear life and finished it through the straw, but then it hit me; How was I supposed to unscrew the lid with one hand? A wave of desperation as well as immense pleasure had hit me, leaving me with both hands on myself, but I had to do something! I sucked it up, squirming around, trying my best to open the lid, all while failing from the sweat on my hands.. Somehow, I've done it, I've opened my cup! I quickly positioned it below myself, pissing a torrent inside, almost overfilling it, as I muffled my moans against my bed.. I did my best to stay calm, shaking off the stray drops on me and putting my lower garments back on. The only issue would be hiding this from my flatmate.. I quickly went to the bathroom and emptied the cup before vigorously rinsing away the smell of my urine that was stored inside, refilling it with fresh clean water to drink from. They returned soon after my pleasurable shenanigans took place, and it's safe to say that I wasn't caught. I'll have to return to helping them in our draining labour, but this early New Year's gift sure is worth it! (If you have any advice for me to improve my writing, as well as ideas for fictitious stories, sharing them would be quite appreciated.)

Now that I've taken a better look, I can agree that the former sounds appealing. I've always found shorter shorts flattering, so split-leg shorts, along with inseam shorts, biking shorts and other similarly short and fitting models seem like lovely options to wet! As for nylon track pants, from what I can see online, they look like a thinner version of snow pants (correct me if I'm wrong). I find the fit sporty but fashionable, and all those fun colour choices make me excited when imaging myself wetting a pair.. In reply to the second poster; If you have the conditions for it, I encourage you to try! Experiment and find what you like, maybe try different types of track pants as a start? (Just a suggestion)

In terms of rompers/jumpsuits, you reminded me of many situations where I had been wearing one and was desperate, but I either endured or peed where it was appropriate.. PJs sound interesting to wet, but I'm not sure if I understand the appeal of the classic PJ model. Lingerie or flattering undergarments/PJs, on the other hand, are definitely on my fantasy list! Either worn by me or someone else in my company, it'd be quite the tease before some fun times!

It can include both; In my case, I haven't been able to wet anything aside from underwear or biking shorts on one occasion, as laundry is a bit tricky when you're not living alone, so I've mostly been engaging in free peeing. If I were able, I'd definitely enjoy putting together a cute outfit and wetting it though!

As someone who prefers men, I prefer male omorashi, but since there's a scarcity of male omo content, I've gotten accustomed to female content as well. Honestly, the act itself is what arouses me most, so I don't mind who the one doing it is, as long as it's a video with concepts arousing to me.

After my long absence, I'm back again, but not with a real-life experience; Rather, today I want to discuss something: which garments would you want to wet the most? I've caught myself fantasizing quite a bit recently. Thinking about different environments, desperation levels, and (most relevant to this topic) clothing options. I enjoy fashion, but imagining it wet gives me a rather exciting perspective. It all depends on the setting for me.. For example, I'd love to feel the softness of tracksuit pants while out on a weekend jog at the park, but I also enjoy the idea of a pressured, bulging full bladder in a tight pair of skinny jeans during an outing with friends. Maybe even a breezy sundress during an evening trip to the beach, the dim lighting hiding the drops of urine rolling down my legs.. Now that would feel wonderful.. What types of garments would you wet? Why so? Be specific, but spare as many details as you're comfortable with, I can't wait to read it!

If you plan on starting to draw omorashi yourself, I would definitely recommend you to start by getting a good grasp of proportions and anatomy, as well as the process of correctly stylizing said art fundamentals. As for the art style.. I personally enjoy anime or otherwise more realistically-proportioned art styles rather than, say, something more cartoony. It depends though, as some styles can be a combination of the two, which is always nice to see. And, as another user said, I'd rather if the drawing resembles an adult subject or character, as I don't think typically child-like art style features belong on fetish art (mostly in terms of it being morally questionable)

I have mostly been a lurker (I don't even use my account regularly), but I told myself to muster up the courage and write a post after today's happenings, hoping that it was worth it. It was a strange day for me, as I had woken up earlier than I usually do, as well as surprisingly feeling rather productive. I prepared myself some breakfast, having 3 cups of water along the way, not thinking much of them, thinking "My mouth is pretty dry, so I might as well try to better my drinking habits today...". I soon remembered consuming them, however, since my bladder was feeling somewhat full, making me rather aroused. After a while of reading and teasing myself, drinking more water, waiting up until before lunch, I snuck into the bathroom. (Now, as my bathroom is rather cramped and I am a relatively light individual, I carefully sat atop the dryer.) After removing my underwear, I started to touch myself, as help to encourage my release. I wasn't as full as usual, so I was somewhat anxious to release from such an unusual position, dribbling in doubt as I fear to not make a mess, but fortunately, I was met with a shy stream spraying itself all over the shower floor (the direction I was turned towards while sitting to, of course, prevent a mess). Post this session, I went to have lunch, after which I consistently drank from my water bottle while going about my day. As it was Saturday, it wasn't much of an eventful day (at least, not in a regular sense). A few hours after lunch and I felt an urge, a bit of a bigger urge than before, having drank all that water... It was sunny during this time, so I was doubtful, but I decided to use my balcony (this being the first time of a total few today); I was unsure, holding myself in doubt, when I noticed that it started to rain. I thought "This is it, just what I needed! With this, I can hide the fact!" and soon released a slow stream, careful to not damage the wall, but also trying to avoid suspicion from anyone else that may be outside, both from an auditory and visual standpoint. (While doing this standing up proved to get some liquid on myself, I payed no mind). Of course, I soon continued with my regular activities, and felt an urge after a while shorter than before, although this release wasn't very memorable, as it went similarly to the first. Now, finally, the situation that inspired me to write this in the first place... Obviously, I was keeping up with my newly-learned habit of hydrating regularly, trying not to give in to my urge as I've engaged in this too many times in one day... But I had enough. I could feel how hard and heavy my bladder has become, begging for release, tingling with every movement... I didn't have a choice, I had to act quickly. The weather outside was unstable, raining and then stopping, then raining again, but it was mostly light rain. My balcony floor had a big puddle of liquid by now, mostly containing my own, if not for the stray raindrops getting past the balcony cover. Then, I suddenly noticed the rain growing more steadily, wobbily rushing outside, holding myself desperately; This time, I tried to resist on purpose. Having to shield myself from the rain by crouching, I felt the building pressure of my bladder more intensely than before, offering myself more and more stimulation, holding back my moans... And then I burst. As the rain was hitting harder, I let out a strong jet, suppressing any sort of auditory pleasure I had to express. It felt wonderful when the rain increased in intensity just as I hit nirvana, the way it was in sync with my body... And just as I finished, it started sleeting; Really, on a late June evening, at that! I hurriedly stood to my feet, getting hit by the sleet before hurriedly rushing inside and closing the balcony door, hearing the sound of icy particles hitting against metal, concrete and glass. I genuinely couldn't believe what just had happened, and for it to be as I was in such a situation... As for things after this ordeal, the effects of rapid desperation didn't leave me just yet, even giving me a full bladder as I'm writing this! All in all, I'm glad to share this experience, even if a little anxious, as I don't usually talk about personal matters like these with anyone, always indulging in them alone. I also apologize if this story isn't exactly fit for this site, as there was no clothes/underwear wetting involved, only rapid desperation and semi-public relief. Either way, I hope this was an enjoyable read, and I wish to recieve feedback, be it positive or negative. I may even write some more if there's demand, so stay tuned!