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mystic dreamer

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  1. Well, I went for my Saturday lunch date with Brenda. Once again she was wearing an obscenely short dress, and the two inches of white triangle which were so plainly visible whenever she was sitting down told me that she was wearing ordinary cotton panties and not a diaper. (I can’t figure out whether she is an exhibitionist or maybe just a bit dim.) The date had a magic moment, however. She was talking about how some friends of hers got married and were striking a pose on the golf course when the sprinklers, which were on a timer, suddenly came on and went right up the bride’s dress. Brenda said – and I quote – “I laughed so fucking hard that the tears were running down the side of my leg.” And she didn’t act as if the incident had been disturbing, but in fact she laughed the whole time she was telling it. Okay, okay, I have lived a long time and have met a number of rude, lewd women with “lusty wench” personalities who might very well have made such a remark – but metaphorically rather than literally. Considering the diaper incident from several days before, I wondered if Brenda just might be speaking literally! I agree with those who have written that I should take things easy, not try to ask questions about her diapers and so on, but it is getting to the point where I want to tell a little story of my own. Next time I see her (dinner at her house tonight), I will tell her about the time my ex-wife flooded her undies on a road trip when she dashed to the gas station bathroom and found it was locked. I want to see how Brenda reacts. Maybe I’ve found a keeper!
  2. I just had the most amazing experience. I have a house in Antigua Guatemala, and I was at a party with some other expatriates. There were about six of us. One of them was a woman I had never met before. Her name was Brenda, and she was in her early to mid forties. She had a very pretty face, shoulder length blonde hair cut in bangs like a little girl, and she was a bit plump for some guys, though not for me, and she was trying to disguise it by wearing a very loose dress, but still trying to be sexy because the dress was quite short, actually almost naughty. After a few margaritas she crossed her legs and I nearly fell out of my chair. Of course I looked up her dress when she crossed her legs, I’m a typical guy that way, but I could have sworn she was wearing a diaper. I shook my head. No, no, it couldn’t be true, I had no doubt mistaken white granny panties for a diaper. The evening went on. Brenda talked a lot about herbs and the power of thinking, and made some remarks about how she liked movies that were set in the Middle Ages. She was a bit of a rude girl who used the word "fucking" as if it were a common adjective, and she made a reference to one guy's dick which may or may not have been based on personal experience. She also drank a few more margaritas, or maybe more than a few, and after a while she got careless about her posture, and then she crossed her legs again, not so quickly this time, and I could see that there was absolutely no question about it. Brenda was wearing a diaper. When the party broke up I left at the same time she did because I wanted to talk to her, and we stood there on the street. I told her I also liked movies about the Middle Ages and I agreed with her about the power of the mind. She giggled and said maybe she was a bit of a witch. I told her I had never dated a witch before and asked her if she wanted to go to lunch on Saturday and she said yes. I also asked if she needed a ride home because she’d had about seven margaritas, but she said her house was just around the corner and she could walk. Later, I wondered if she was wearing diapers because she had a disability, though of course I hoped it was for a different reason. I can hardly wait for Saturday. What do you think?
  3. The new ad from Rachel is very close to what I saw, but not the same commercial. The attitude is the same: Your wife or girlfriend is sexy in diapers. I would also like to see it "normalized." My omo friend Pamela says: "If it's okay for me to express my sexuality by walking down Main Street in my underwear during a slutwalk event, then why can I not express my sexuality by walking down Main Street in wet pants?" I hope that commercials like these may someday play a role in making it possible.
  4. Yes, it's true, these are all quite nice, but not what I saw. I was in a restaurant at the time, so I will probably never know, but I was happy to see a diaper commercial which was so obviously sexual.
  5. I was watching TV in Guatemala this evening, and there was a commercial for Tenas. I was quite surprised, because it was unlike anything I have ever seen in the USA, where incontinence commercials are typically quite serious, without a hint of sexuality. This commercial, on the other hand, was blatantly sexual. First, it depicted a beautiful young woman dressed only in a diaper and bra, smiling in a very sexual way as she held a box of Tenas and talked about it. Then a man entered the room and grabbed her and kissed her, and they tumbled onto the bed with the young woman still dressed only in a diaper and bra, and began wildly making out with each other as if preparing for sex. I am not sure which nation it was filmed in, though most of the material here in Guatemala comes from either Mexico or Colombia. I wish diaper commercials could be so openly sexual everywhere!
  6. I love it. I have an omo friend named Lisa who never wets herself alone, but only with men who ares also into it, as part of sexual foreplay. She wears tight faded jeans more often than anything else, and the hissing sound of her flooding her jeans, the sound of it splashing to the ground all over her bare feet as her jeans become totally soaked... I love it.
  7. I am much older than most of you, so have had a long time to experiment, with mixed results. I did not much care for fetish oriented internet dating sites, either. Some (but not all) of the people there were genuinely creepy and rude. I can understand why so many of the ladies were scared away. I had better luck with searching for the real-time fetish groups that meet and socialize in my neighborhood. Though the first contact is usually online, the munches and socials are usually open to one and all. Someone mentioned meetings held in bars where security guys were present. The groups I attended never had to go that far. We met at a pizza parlor that had a special banquet room, which allowed us to close the doors and speak freely. The same waitresses served our group every month, and a few of them told us that hanging out with us had given them a desire to explore their own kinks! Most such groups are heavily weighted towards BDSM, even though most of them claim to be pan-kink with everyone welcome who wants to explore alternative sexuality. All the same, I would mention that water sports are not among the most popular fetishes, and I never introduced the topic in conversation among the whole group. When you meet someone and begin trading emails or other types of messages, you will commonly find that the other person has a list of their likes and their "hard limits" (things they don't like). The number of women who ever listed water sports was not as high as the number who proclaimed it to be a hard limit, but I did meet a few who were interested. Most of them were into more conventional golden showers type activity, though quite honestly, if a woman wants you to pee in her hair you should not feel embarrassed to ask her if she would be willing to pee in her pants, and in my experiences they always said yes. But as many have already remarked, fetish fun, while marvelous, does not add up to a loving, long term serious relationship, if that is what you are looking for. And over the years, I have also met women through perfectly vanilla ways, and it took a lot of time and trust before kinks and fetishes were discussed, and it was only in such seemingly rare situations that I met women who were genuinely into omo. (After many, many years, I now have two special omo fiends.)
  8. My friend Lisa was once in a situation where she and her boyfriend were mistaken for drug cartel honchos because they had the same kind of car, so the Mexican federales pulled them over. The boyfriend lost his cool and shouted at them and the federales raised their automatic rifles and pointed them right in Lisa and her friend's faces. Lisa said she just stood there shaking, with her heart pounding, and it was not until one of the cops pointed at her crotch and laughed and made a lewd remark that she became aware of the feeling of warmth on her right leg and realized she was pissing her jeans down the side of her leg.
  9. I'm speaking here as one who has it both ways. My "main squeeze" Pamela has been "accident prone" ever since her daughter was born, and in time she discovered that she enjoyed and was aroused by her accidents, so she eventually became a full on omo girl. I have been with her twice during unintentional accidents brought on by her "stress incontinence," and I do find it very arousing when my girl wets her pants at the mall in font of everyone. However, I get more joy from her deliberate wettings. We live far apart and sometimes are only able to get together a few times a year. And I always tickle her until she's soaked, and I love to hear her laughing and laughing in joy while she floods her pants. She sometimes puts on fancy lingerie and gives me a lap dance until we both get all sexed up and she relinquishes control and pees all over my lap in her exotic lingerie. All of these things are done on purpose, because it turns us on and gives us joy. I am also one who has no interest in desperation, holding, doubled-over-with-the-pain-of-it-all type stuff.
  10. I like wet dresses and skirts too. I have written about my main omo squeeze Pamela on several posts. We haven't seen each other for a while because we live far apart and Covid regulations make it difficult for us to travel to each other. Pamela had a difficult childbirth with her daughter and then gained quite a bit of weight, so she has what is called "stress incontinence" in a major way. Sneezing, laughing, or coughing will often cause an accident, so even though she wets deliberately when we are in private, she also has a fair number of genuine accidents. There have been a few times when she had a glass (or two) of wine too many, got doubled up with laughter over some joke, and had an accident on the bar stool. I quickly came to her rescue by wrapping my coat around her waist and walking close to her rear end as we hurried out. But in the parking lot, before she got in the car, I could always see the soaking wet rear end of her dress or skirt because she had been sitting down when she had an accident. It is a huge turn on for me. Usually it wasn't serious enough to cause any wet patch on the bar stool, but a couple of times it did. We would never want someone else to have to clean up after our fetish activity, so I had to ask the bartender for a towel, and on those occasions everyone in the club could see her wet bottom as she waited while I cleaned the bar stool. She has mixed feelings about that sort of thing. In the beginning, when it's happening, she feels humiliated just like any normal person, but later on, when we are in the bedroom, her omo fetish consciousness really takes over and she says it turns her on to think about every guy in the club staring at her butt and wondering what kind of panties she's wearing. Her attitude is: "People won't admit it socially, but it's just primal for a man to have a sexual reaction when a grown woman wets her pants. So most of the guys who see my accidents are thinking, Oh that poor thing, she must have a disability, but there's always a few who shoot the wad in their shorts without even touching themselves and then have to hide it from their wives."
  11. My friend Lisa got into omo because of a fear wetting. When she was in her early 20s she was living in Mexico because her parents had got a teaching job down there. She started dating a guy about the same age who had just arrived, as his parents were in diplomatic service. They were on their way from San Miguel Allende to Mexico City to attend some party event involving director Alejandro Jodorowsky. The young man's car matched the year and model of a car being sought by the police for drug related stuff, so they got pulled over by the federales. Lisa spoke perfect Spanish, so she tried to smooth things over, but her young man was a bit arrogant and hot tempered, and he didn't understand the language or the culture, so he got rude with the federales and they all raised their rifles and pointed them at the young couple. Lisa says she felt warmth down the side of her left leg, then heard splashing on the ground and knew she was peeing in her jeans with fear. The cops laughed at her and made rude sexual remarks in Spanish. Finally they realized that it was the wrong car and let them go, but as they were driving along Lisa could see that her date's dick was so hard it was about to burst out of his pants. Remembering the cop's rude remarks, she asked if her wet pants turned him on too, and he admitted it was true. She started having surges of erotic feeling she did not understand, so they never made it to the Jodorowsky party but pulled into a motel and made wild passionate love all night. Lisa has been a big fan of omo ever since. Lisa has long blonde hair, blue eyes, and an athletic body. When I asked her what she was wearing on that fateful night, she said she was wearing an embroidered Mixtec blouse, tight faded jeans, and plain white cotton panties.
  12. My omo friend Pamela and I have experimented with this idea, and we would like to do it again, but we haven't been able to see each other for a couple of years because of covid travel regulations. This is what we did. She got a long weekend off work, Friday through Monday. I had already taken early retirement and went to visit her because my family lives near where Pamela does. My sister is still part of the family real estate firm and managed to get us a vacation rental cabin near a small woodsy tourist town for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night, arriving mid afternoon Friday and leaving Monday before noon. Pamela and I made a set of rules were as follows: From the time on Friday afternoon when I first turned the key to open the cabin door until late Monday morning when I locked the cabin door for the final time, Pamela would be completely incontinent in her pants. Before we went into the tourist town for dinner at a nice restaurant, she had to clean up and change her pants, but even in public at a restaurant or club she was not allowed to use the bathroom, and if she had too much wine (which she often does), our walk through the woods to return to the cabin was likely to turn into a wet walk for Pamela (though it wasn't really tourist season and no one saw her). So that was our big experiment with Pamela practicing total incontinence for about 68 hours. She sure had a lot of undies for the washing machine when she got home! We would love to do it again.
  13. My friend Pamela has been into omo for some years, but strictly panty-wetting. Many of her wet incidents are genuine accidents, since she had a difficult childbirth and has never had the same control afterwards. When he culture vulture father invited her to a Wagnerian opera that was about five hours long, she kind of freaked out because she knew that even with an intermission she probably couldn't hold it all the time. Since Pamela works as a home care nurse, she spends a lot of time every day changing adult diapers, so she just borrowed a diaper from one of her patients, wore it to the opera, wet her pants when she needed to, and enjoyed it a lot. Then there was a lot of road construction on the freeway that leads home from some of her patients, and she kept finding herself in absolute desperation, grinding her teeth and breathing hard to try and get home dry. Finally she started borrowing diapers from her patients again to make the drive home from work more relaxed, and I have a feeling she might turn into a genuine diaper girl.
  14. Most of the stories I see which receive many likes and commentary are characterized by several factors; 1) very young women, usually in their late teens and early twenties; 2) extreme desperation, which may or may not result in wetting; 3) inspiration from video games or television, preferably sci fi or fantasy. If you want popularity, you may wish to stay within these limits. I am a professional writer with ten books to my credit (all of them on non-sexual topics), and I tried a series with complex characters, people of different ages, real life venues, and comments on philosophy of life. I got almost no response. When I take a look at the fiction section, I usually find that stories with the most activity and interest contain the three elements I have listed in the first paragraph.
  15. I have convinced several girlfriends to give it a try. They all enjoyed turning me on so powerfully, and that inspired them to keep doing it just to enhance our sexual connection, but none of them really got hooked on it. The two women I know who are genuinely into it got there by other means.
  16. She claims that her little games are pretty effective. She only tries her "moves" when she already has an "intuition" that the guy is into it, and she has scored several times (including with me).
  17. I don't have any such strategies but my omo friend Lisa does. When she meets a guy at a bar, she laughs and then says: "Oh... don't make me laugh so hard! A gal my age... y'know, I might, uh, have a little accident." Then she looks the guy right in the eye, smiles, puts her hand over his, and crosses her legs in such a way that the guy gets a quick flash of her panties. She tells me that guys who are not into the fetish don't react to her little word and skirt game at all, but a few times she has encountered guys who are into it, and they never miss her signals.
  18. My ex-wife and I were at some Mayan ruins in Mexico and the public toilets really made her feel disgusted. She was wearing a long, loose skirt and there was no reason to sit down anywhere so she peed her pants instead of going in there.
  19. Because I am living in Europe (though soon to leave), I have not had much contact with my omo friend Pamela -- a chubby home care nurse of 43 -- for a couple of years due to covid travel restrictions. When we have a chance to get together, I always contact my sister, who still works in real estate not far from Pamela's home and helps us out with a weekend rental. We rent a cottage in the woods, usually the same one every time. The last time we were able to get together in our cottage (October of 2019), we were walking back from the very small tourist town nearby. It was quite dark in the forest along the trail to the cottage, but fortunately I was schooled in wilderness living ever since childhood, so I could handle it. She had to pee very badly because she had not used the ladies' room when we left the restaurant -- completely deliberate on her part. She was wearing a red blouse, gray woolen slacks, and white cotton panties. She started teasing me about the little bald spot on my head because she knew it would get me going and we started a game of playful wrestling, there in the darkness along the trail. We playfully wrestled ourselves up against a tree and then I tickled her without mercy, which she was anticipating, and finally she fully relieved herself in her gray slacks and white panties until she had wet herself down to her shoes. We were so aroused that we hurried the last bit of the trail until we reached our cottage and could rip each others' clothes off with lust and make made passionate wet love.
  20. My omo friend Pamela likes to wet her pants during the movies but is always shy not to wet so much that someone else (like a Mexican working for less than minimum wage) would have to clean it up. But there have been a couple of times when we made an exit by the side door because the back of her pants were wet.
  21. I guess I am fortunate. Though accidents are cute, I am really only interested in mixing it up with adult, unattached women with whom I have discussed the fetish and who agree to wet their pants deliberately as part of our sexual games. I really won't deal with anything else. Yes, it can be hard to talk to someone about this fetish and I have gone as long as fifteen years before I came into a situation of absolute trust where I could talk to a woman about it again, but the sheer magic of knowing that she likes it and I like it and we did what we did freely and consciously is just marvelous. Now, in my older years, I have two somewhat younger female friends with whom I can talk about it, and they do it because they want to, and you have no idea how deeply I appreciate them.
  22. I have a strange family background in the sense that my parents were "almost" open about the fact that they were into this fetish, as both my sister and I knew. One night my father got really drunk on his birthday and told a few stories about his boyhood on a Swedish farm in Minnesota. He said that a lot of the boys actually tried putting the hands of girls in warm water when they were dozing or napping. This would have been in the early 1930s when he was a teenager (he was already past 40 when I was born). He said it worked on some girls and not on others. My sister and I kept expecting my mother to scold him and call him a nasty drunken fool, but instead she just giggled, which was one of the first clues we had that our parents were into this fetish. He didn't say how many girls fell victim to the warm water pranks of those farm boys, but he spoke of a teenaged girl named Mary Lindstrom who commonly got sleepy and nodded off in the upstairs bedroom during birthday gatherings, 4th of July parties, etc., and the boys would sometimes put her hand in warm water, and she was notorious for wetting herself. Then he poured another glass of whiskey and said he figured maybe she liked it, since she married one of the boys who was one of the biggest of the pranksters.
  23. I have taken it far enough -- not just once but twice -- to ask a woman out on a date because of an omo attraction. The first time was near the end of high school, when a gal had a very public accident in her pants on one of the "scary rides" at the spring carnival. I knew her from school but wasn^t part of her crowd or close circle, so it was a bit strange for me to walk up to her while she was sitting at a lunch bench and simply ask her for a date because her accident, which I had witnessed, filled me with such powerful lust. It turned out that we only went out on two dates because we had nothing in common, and there was no omo involved. The second time was much more exciting. I was dating a woman who liked to host dinner parties at her house, and frequently her brother and his wife were the guests. The wife always made statement like "Jenny was sneezing so hard she must have peed in her pants," or "Don't make me laugh so much, at my age I'm gonna wet my pants." Of course, I knew that some women who project a "lusty wench" type of personality might make such statements, but she made them over and over and over again, more times than I can count, so I wondered if she was omo. I broke up with my girlfriend but learned later from mutual acquaintances that her brother and his wife had separated. I still had the wife's email, and the memory of her constant panty-wetting remarks filled me with so much desire that I sent her a message and asked if she wanted to get together. It is some years later now, and we still meet up whenever we can, and omo is indeed one of her passions.
  24. Well, maybe. I think people are very experimental in their late teens and early twenties, and anything can happen. After that, maybe they do develop a strict set of values and begin to close down. But never underestimate those who are over forty. Women who have had two or three children sometimes don't have the muscles they used to have down there, especially if they gain weight in middle age, and stress incontinence through sneezing, coughing or laughing becomes common. At first they think they are awful. Then they realize they are unlikely ever to get rid of it. Then they are annoyed because hubby keeps blowing the was in his shorts about 19 year old girls and never looks at the wife anymore. Find a lady like that, who knows you get stiff when she has one of her inescapable accidents, and you may have found yourself a magic MILF from heaven. That is what happened to me.
  25. Very true, LizJWetting, and I must admit that the two friends with whom I currently enjoy this fetish are just "friends with benefits." My ex-wife was happy to participate, and I was blessed to have had a long term relationship which included omo, and I do think it is probably comparatively rare. But... possible!
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