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mystic dreamer

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  1. Those plants will need to be watered every day! Hope you have some more fun with it.
  2. How did you get home if it ran down the back of your pants legs? Did anyone see you with wet pants?
  3. My omo friend Pamela is a bit overweight and often wears loose dresses. She likes them because she can wet her pants in public quite easily without anyone noticing, just so long as she doesn't sit down. It makes her feel very aroused to be wet in public.
  4. If you knew Pamela's father as well as I do, you would never even think about it. That is why I said he would deny that he had a stiffy, even to himself. As for Pamela, well, I doubt if she would flinch at anything.
  5. Pamela thinks so too. She wasn't really surprised when her father first scolded her, but then got an obvious hard-on about her wet diaper. Pamela dresses modestly when she is in the everyday vanilla world. She only wears tiny skirts and provocative clothes when she is at fetish clubs or events, because she is a bit chubby to be dressing in super-sexy attire, but with the fetish community it doesn't matter, and when she is in the company of fetish folk, she has never cared very much if guys can look up her skirt and see her panties (actually she kind of likes it). But she knows that even a lot of people in the fetish community have hard limits about water sports, so she hopes that a diaper will be okay there.
  6. My ex-wife Rosalie and I used to hike in the mountain wilderness of northern New Mexico. There was a waterfall where you could climb up the side of the cliff to the river which created the falls, go back into the trees where no one could see you, and swim naked in the river. But the ex-wife was a bit of an exhibitionist. There was a large flat rock in the sunlight just where the water fell over the cliff, and after swimming for a while, she would put her panties and bra back on and lie on the rock to soak up the sun as she dried off. Any hiker who went by on the trail below could see her, which happened now and then, and that always made me really hard. My omo friend Pamela, who lives far away from me but with whom I share kinky fun a few times a year, is not such a dedicated hiker, but she has accompanied me on several hikes in the area around Mt. Tamalpais, Marin County, just north of San Francisco. At one point she was wearing a long loose dress, what she calls "my fat chick dresses." She had to pee. She was going to go into the bushes, but I warned her about rattlesnakes and poison oak (a legitimate warning, not faking it on my part). She looked confused, so I said, "In that dress you could just do it in your pants, because it is so loose that no one will ever know, just so long as you don't sit down." So she stood there with legs parted and emptied her bladder into her panties. We did pass several other hikers on our way down the hill, and since Pamela has been known to get a bit turned on by her public accidents, the whole idea of walking along, saying hello to people and exchanging a few words while no one had any idea that her panties were soaked was a big turn-on for her. Next time, she got bolder. She was wearing cut-off jeans, and said, "I have to pee. I guess I should avoid all that poison oak and just do it in my pants." I said, "This is a popular hiking trail. Someone might be coming up the hill and see you." "Oh, I don't think so. It's getting late, so who would be just starting out at the bottom of the hill when it's almost sundown? And besides, we're only about ten minutes from the trailhead." I said okay, so she peed in her panties and soaked her cut-off jeans. And sure enough, an older man and a younger one, hiking together, did indeed pass us. They were talking while they walked, but went silent when they saw her. One of them nodded hello to me, but they pretended not to be looking at Pamela, and she was staring at the ground in front of her with her usual combination of humiliation, embarrassment, and kinky sexual arousal. I hope something like that happens again!
  7. I have written a few posts about my omo friend Pamela. (I wish she would join here, but she had a dreadful experience last time she joined a fetish oriented social media site, and she refuses to do it again.) Pamela’s father used to be a classical musician and is always trying to expose her to high culture. He told her he had bought her tickets to all four of Wagner’s Ring of the Nibelungs operas. She was excited at first, but then found out that these operas are over 3 hours long, and the last one is over 4. With her shaky bladder control and frequent “stress incontinence” accidents, she wondered what to do. She isn’t usually a diaper girl, but she was scrolling through fb and came across a post about Kim Kardashian wearing diapers to the Metropolitan Opera. Since Pamela is a home care nurse and many of her patients are incontinent, she has access to adult diapers any time she chooses, and in this case she thought it was a good idea. She went to the operas with her father, who was surprised that she didn’t take advantage of the extremely rare bathroom breaks. Pamela has never made a secret of her fetish life style to her parents. They are partly dependent on her nursing income, and they live next door to her, so she refuses to hide her true self when she is in her own home. Her parents think her fetish activities are horrible and perverted, but there’s nothing they can do about it. So when her father mentioned that she wasn’t taking advantage of the intermissions, she whispered to him that she was wearing diapers. He was thoroughly disgusted with her and didn’t say anything to her for the rest of the evening. But when they were driving home, he asked her, in a judgmental way, if she “used those diapers for the purpose for which they were intended.” And of course she casually acknowledged that she did, and had done so that night as well. Then she noticed that he seemed uncomfortable and was moving around a lot as he was driving, so she tried to get a good look at his pants, though it was too dark in the car for her to see much. But she told me, “He would never admit that he got a hard-on for his own daughter, but I know that he did.” So that is her diaper story, but it led to something new. Since she has had some embarrassing accidents at parties if she drinks too much and laughs too hard, she has thought about starting to wear diapers at parties. But she wants to hear from any women as to whether they have ever caught some guy looking up their skirt while they were wearing diapers, because she thinks that would be hugely embarrassing.
  8. Some of you who have read my posts already know that my “omo friend” is Pamela, a home care nurse who lives in the Bay Area. I am an expatriate who lives in Guatemala, so we don’t get to see each other that often. When we get the chance for a visit, my sister, who is a realtor (and a pervert), usually gets us a cabin in the woods near Mendocino where we can have privacy and spend all our time doing sexy kink. I paid a visit last month, and this time Pamela asked for a cabin where no one would recognize us. I asked her why, and she said, “It makes you really hard when I dress up slutty in public, so I want to go where no one will recognize us. We’ve been to Mendocino so many times that people are getting to know us.” My sister called a real estate friend of hers in the Gold Rush country and we got a cabin up there. We arrived late in the afternoon, and after a short rest we got ready to walk into town for dinner. My jaw dropped when I saw Pamela in her obscenely short blue mini skirt that failed to conceal her bright red French cut panties unless she tugged the skirt down. It was worn along with red tennis shoes and a low cut yellow top with no bra – and Pamela is quite a big girl, rather chubby with extremely large breasts. When she had said she would dress slutty, I didn’t expect this much! We walked to town. When she sat at the restaurant, Pamela kept tugging her skirt down – really she’s a bit too thick in the thighs to wear something like that – but every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs she ended up flashing her bright red panties at everyone in the restaurant, so I thought I was going to shoot the wad in my shorts. Fortunately, I succeeded in holding myself in. She drank three glasses of wine and LOTS of water – she always gives her nurse speech about staying well hydrated, though some of you may have already guessed there was another reason for all that water. When we were leaving the restaurant, she turned towards the ladies’ room. “Pamela!” I said. Then I whispered in her ear: “Did I give you permission to use the toilet?” “No, sir,” she said, and we walked home in the dark to our cabin, then turned on the back porch light and sat there for a while. Pamela had already had three glasses of wine but wanted more. She sat in a cheap plastic chair and knocked back two more glasses of wine and even more water, and this time she didn’t bother to keep her skirt pulled down. “I really need to pee,” she said. “I’m about to burst.” “I haven’t given you permission yet. And just so you know, a lot of guys saw your panties tonight, you slut,” I said. “I know. A lot of people saw that little bald spot on top of your head, too. By the way, it’s getting bigger.” “You know you’re not supposed to talk about the bald spot.” “Oh, really? What are you going to do about it? Punish me? Give me a spanking?” I got up and stood over her as she lounged in her chair. “No, not spanking. Tickling!!!” She squealed as I sat down on her lap and began to tickle her sides, which are the most ticklish part of her. It wasn’t long until I heard the splashing of a bright yellow waterfall surging through her red French cut panties and pouring out of her skirt onto the porch. She laughed and laughed and I tickled her until she had completely emptied her bladder into her pants. Then I stood up, picked her up, and turned her around. She had been sitting down when she wet herself, so of course her big butt was completely drenched. “NOW you’ve been a bad, bad girl! Peed in your pants AGAIN! Now you get a spanking!” I pulled her by the ear into the bedroom, turned her over my knee, and gave her 43 powerful smacks because she’s 43 years old. Then I stripped her wet clothes off and fucked the daylights out of her, being very glad that I hadn’t shot the wad earlier but had waited until I could cum inside of her. We had a marvelous sleep. I washed the porch down in the morning. We had a few more adventures during the rest of the weekend before we drove back to her home. I can’t wait to see her again!
  9. Your lovely post reminds me of a magical moment in my life. I was married for 9 years to a gal who was very active in the local fetish scene and liked all kinds of kinky stuff. Unfortunately, omorashi wasn’t one of them, but she was quite willing to wet her pants to turn me on, even though it wasn’t her thing. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, “It’s totally harmless, so why not? Babies do it every day and grow up to be doctors, lawyers, and scientists. Sure I’ll do it.” After we separated, she said she wanted me to be happy and gave me the name of her friend from the fetish scene, Marian. I had known Marian for some time, but never thought of her sexually because I was married. She was 47 years old and I was “significantly” younger, but she had been a fashion model in her 20s, had a wonderful body, and long chestnut reddish brown hair. After I started dating her, I soon found out that she was really into anal sex. When we talked about fetishes, which was pretty often, she said she had done some water sports, but always conventional golden showers, and omorashi was “a new idea” for her, though her initial reaction was similar to the ex-wife. One night she asked me to pee on her face and in her hair, and she got a ragged old blanket she used for her dog and put it underneath her so that we wouldn’t ruin the bed, and after I peed on her she hinted that she might be willing to “make me happy.” It happened one hot summer night, I think beginning of September because that is always when the heat spell is in California. Marian was wearing a white bra and white French cut panties, and we were on lounge chairs in her back yard drinking some wine, and I had asked her if she was afraid someone might see her in her undies, and she just laughed, pointed at adjoining houses, and said “I don’t see any lights on.” Then she finished her bottle of wine and said, “I’m going to make you happy,” and she just let go and peed in her panties, totally emptied her full bladder. Then I led her into the bedroom ad fucked her in the ass so hard I thought I was going to explode, and she said, “That was fun.” We didn’t date for very long, about six months, because we didn’t have much of anything in common except kink, but she played out that same scenario several times. I even remember one time when we were out in the back yard and she said she was going to pee, and I said, “There’s a light on over there.” She said, “There’s a college guy in that room, but he has to pay his own tuition so he is still living at his parents’ home. Maybe we’ll turn him on. What do you think?” I was amazed at how bold she was, but she had been in the fetish scene for 18 years and there wasn’t much she hadn’t done. Thanks for the memories, Ms. Garcia, and many blessings upon you and your husband.
  10. I've seen a few similar things, and that would have made my night too. Probably even my month.
  11. Good for you, @Ms.Garcia My omo friend and I often take comfort in technology when we are separated by many miles, which is most of the time. I can't even remember how many times she has wet her pants for me over skype or fb video chat. She sends me absolutely filthy voice messages too, both with and without the help of wine. Keep up the good work. It sounds like you and @IvyWilliams89 sure know how to keep your guys happy.
  12. My omo friend Pamela tried messing for the first time recently. She is in her early forties, has been in to "alternative sexuality" for 15 years, and is active in the local fetish scene. When I visit her, we rent a cabin in the woods and she wets her pants for me. Pamela works as a home care nurse and doesn't ordinarily like to do overnight shifts, but the boss talked her into it by offering her a lot of money. She made breakfast for her patient, then the daytime girl came and off she went, right after breakfast. She lives in the Bay Area, where traffic is always a nightmare, and there was some major roadwork going on, the crew having started promptly at 7 in the morning, just in time to cause a god-awful rush hour traffic jam. Having just had breakfast, Pamela really needed to drop the morning load. She held on heroically. Like you, she is interested in magic, and she put forth all her magical intention into holding fast with her bowels and she made it home. Fine... for about two weeks. Then it happened again. She was in pain once more, trying to hold on. Then she said to herself: "What the hell, I'm a pervert, I pee in my pants for my boyfriends, why do I need to act like Ms. Prim-n-Proper?" So she cut loose and filled her pants. She was wearing a sweater, gray slacks, and white cotton panties. She was struck immediately by the eroticism of the sensation, and very much enjoyed herself. Like you, she thought, "I'm probably going to do that again!" Another couple of weeks went by. The overnight assignment was nearly done, and Pamela, this time in a long loose dress (what she calls her "fat chick clothes") and white nylon full briefs, found herself in yet another traffic jam with breakfast churning through her and demanding release. This time she didn't hesitate. She just ripped it out in her undîes. She had an orgasm on the way home. She says she is going to add messing to her "repertoire of kink." Keep up the good work, Yuri!
  13. You should definitely ask your guy to help you turn that dream into a reality. You would probably have to use your home office, but so what? A fantasy come true is always a blessing.
  14. @YassmineK Your third fantasy would be easy to accomplish. In Hawaii most folks wear swimwear under their clothes. They strip down to their swimwear, go for a swim, and then put their clothes back on when they are ready to leave the beach. This always had the effect of making all the women, wearing wet bikinis under their clothing, look as if they had just wet themselves, though no one paid it any attention because they all knew it was just a wet bathing suit. Since I have already written this story, I will give a very brief version here, but my friend Jenny and I are were at an undeveloped beach with no facilities. That day we had forgotten to put on our swimwear, and Jenny was anxious to bodysurf because the waves were great. There were some families with children on the main part of the beach, and some Europeans swimming in the nude way way down at the far end. So we went down to that end and went swimming in our underwear. Afterwards, as we were lying on the beach, Jenny said she had to pee. I told her to try the jungle, but the cliffs came right down to the sand, so there was no place for concealment. Jenny said she was already soaked, so maybe no one would notice if.... And I encouraged her, of course, so she just peed in her panties there on the beach. When she put her clothes back on she looked like all the other women whose clothes were wet because they covered their swimwear, and no one but me and Jenny knew that it looked like she had peed in her pants because she had really done exactly that! So your third fantasy ought to work quite easily.
  15. When I was a kid, the girls who raved at Beatles concerts didn't bother with diapers. They just peed in their pants. As one reviewer wrote: "There wasn't a dry seat in the house." But I hope someone tells Taylor about all this. If she is doing a three-hour set, she might need some too.
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