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  1. Here are some examples. Wrestlers sometimes become aroused during a match and even are known to go all the way to orgasm.
  2. Here are two racing cyclists after the race, and one of them has gone to the bathroom in his pants.
  3. One of the things I enjoy most is when I hear true stories about celebrity wettings. Over the years I've come across stories about stars such as Goldie Hawn and Cathy Rigby and would love to find more. I've also seen actual photos of a few beautiful stars such as Britney Spears in peed-in pants. The pictures do not appear to be fakes. Can anybody here contribute to my knowledge? This is a picture of Eva Longoria.
  4. Thanks for your video. Most societies from past times would count you as sensual not overweight. Your appearance is fine.
  5. I agree with those here who have said that the staged pee desperation videos are not very good. I've seen lots of them and they lack any inherent erotic interest. Real wet accidents, on the other hand, are pretty rare on video. So, given the reality that there aren't very many such things out there, I admit that I prefer to hear people speak or write about past true accidents they have had or witnessed, even if we cannot actually see a video. My own battle with near urinary incontinence and with bedwetting (regularly up to age 16 and occasionally since then) is something I tell about here from time to time. By the way, even the unlikeliest scenario occasionally is true. A few months ago I was in a large airport, having just arrived at my destination. I had put off going to the bathroom on the plane, so when I got my luggage I asked my traveling companion to wait while I went to the restroom. And I got in there and was completely unable to unfasten the interior button on the waistband of my pants. I tried and tried and became more and more desperate, and for some reason the button would not come free. I even attempted to pull my pants down by force and was unable to do it. And yes, I did wet myself. Good news was, eventually I was successful in getting the button undone, but not before a certain amount of wet damage was done, enough to show. By the time I got out of the men's room I was actually fatigued from the effort to get the button to behave and from the stress, and my poor companion had been waiting a looooong time for me and was worried I had become ill. She found my story amusing, but even with my secret pee fetish I did not. Another minute or two and I would have been soaked to my knees.
  6. All my life I have faced the fact that I have a weak bladder, but tonight I was looking up something on Wikipedia and at the same time jumping up and down because I needed to pee. Usually I obey this need but tonight I was really wanting something else too, the information on Wik. So I put it off and within less than five minutes was sorry that I did, because I was spurting small amounts of urine in my pants. After three of four of those I stopped working at the computer and ran to the bathroom, but before I could get it out and urinate in the toilet I had involuntarily let out a real stream, and the front of my pants was pretty wet. Usually I know better than to let that happen.
  7. One time I was in college studying for a final exam. I became very antsy and to relieve the pressure went out to a nearby theater and took in whatever movie was on. It was about 4Pm and I sat there, and needed to go to the bathroom. Instead of doing what most anybody else would have done, I just made a decision on the spot to wet my blue jeans. Rather a lot as it turned out, before I felt any relief. But now the seat was soaked, so I moved to the seat next to it and tried to use my handkerchief to partly dry out the soaked seat, in case someone else came to sit in it. The movie wasn't a big hit, however, and I doubt the theater would have been filled before the evening show. I hadn't even thought of how to get past the people in the lobby on my way out, but finally I decided to leave early before the movie was finished, so as to avoid being seen by a number of people coming in for the next show. But even so, there must have been 6 or 8 people in the lobby, buying or selling drinks and popcorn, taking tickets, etc. and I tried to ease my way past them w/o being noticed. My memory is that several of them did stare down at the crotch of my light blue jeans, which were really soaking wet. I got out of there pretty fast and then had to walk home, but there was a back way to my apartment which was lightly trafficked, and I took that route. And luckily it was starting to be dark by that time. Back home, I felt soooo relieved. But as the evening wore on my mind returned to the scene in the theater when I left and people were staring at me, thinking God knows what. I was much less shamed and embarrassed than I thought I would be. In fact in retrospect I felt very aroused thinking back on the events of that afternoon. I ended up repeating my deliberate public wetting several more times in the months to come, with the express intention of being in a position where other people would see me in my wet pants.
  8. I'm another paleface from the USA, southeastern division. Being somewhat more open about my kinks/fetishes than many of the other people here, I would enjoy having private conversations with other members, of any sex or ethnic persuasion. Although not new here I haven't been here all that long and I am still trying to decide whether or not to write up a short memoir of my life in wet pants.
  9. In my life I have suffered lots of real wet accidents and wet beds, but today something kind of spooky happened. It was my day to go to the gym and work out. This is something I do poorly but maybe it helps my puny little body be in slightly better health. So I do it. But today I somehow peed in my gym shorts without even knowing that I did it. I had been working on a machine that requires you to sit and open your legs wide, pushing against a weight. I did this, carefully, not using very much weight, but it did fatigue me. When I climbed down off the machine I felt sort of wet down there but was afraid to look, since other people, mostly girls, were in the weight room. As soon as I could find a corner to myself I did look down, and at the bottom of my crotch was a wet place the size of a lemon. Not all that large but large enough to be embarrassing. And I never had the sensation of actually peeing. What's more, my bladder wasn't full at all. I don't know what kind of signal got crossed somehow inside my lower region, but something told me to pee, just a bit, and not even to know I was doing it. I don't know whether to be worried or not. Is it possible that this might have happened before and I didn't even feel the wetness, so therefore didn't know I'd wet my pants? Wow. I've wet the bed lots of times but at least I was asleep then. Here I was wide awake. I kept going with my program, which still had three more exercises to go, one of which involved me lying on a mat and spreading my legs wide open again, but with my knees in the air. I hesitated to do it but went ahead anyway. I didn't plan this but the thought that several girls in the vicinity might be looking at my damp crotch aroused me.
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    A guy on a table. I don't know why he is peeing. Found it on web a couple of years ago.
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  11. John Rutherford View File A guy on a table. I don't know why he is peeing. Found it on web a couple of years ago. Submitter JohnRutherford Submitted 04/01/2017 Category Pants Wetting
  12. Sorry, I hadn't checked to see if anybody had responded to my post. To answer your question, yes I felt very embarrassed afterwards, and my grandfather saw me in my wet pants. Later when I went home, my mom saw my still damp pants and I told her about the entire incident. But in her case, she was used to my wetting myself, in one way or another, since I had wet the bed all my life up to age 16. So she gave me a lot of support for my trauma that I had gone through. It is a mystery to me why such an event can be erotic, although only in retrospect. I certainly didn't go to bed that night all turned on by the event. It is only later that intense events come to be sexy.
  13. Haha. Not quite quickly enough, in this case.
  14. I remember a day at age 14 when I was at church camp. We had had lunch and I had gone to pee less than an hour before this event. Our group was taken to a waterfall. We were in our swim suits, me in my new little briefs, and we were made to sit on a ledge above the pool just in front of the waterfall, so that a parent could take photos of us. Having to sit there with the sound and the spray from the waterfall all around us, I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to pee, and I couldn't help myself. I've never had anything come over me so suddenly. Sitting there I was letting out surges of urine into my pants even while the mother took picture after picture of us, boys and girls together. There were about 15 of us. I kept my knees together, and the sound of the falling water combined with the spray helped to keep my secret. I had my hands in front of my crotch too, trying to keep my wet Speedos out of sight. As soon as the picture taking ceased most everybody jumped into the pool or went to stand in back of the waterfall. I gratefully slipped into the pool and found, to my surprise, that I still needed to urinate, so I did just that, copiously. I dreaded that the photos would show my accident. They were shown to everybody the very next day, large 8 x 10 pictures. I was sitting there toward the right edge of our group, looking tortured. I had a very strange pose, with my knees tightly together and my hands plunged into my lap. My feet were kind of wide apart, resting on the rock. But the wet swim pants did not show, thank goodness. What did show, and to my knowledge did not get the attention of anyone, was that the rock on which I was sitting had what an astute viewer would conclude was liquid right under me, whereas the other kids sat on similar rocks, all of which were dry. At least I've always hoped that that little giveaway caught no one's attention.
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