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d418

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  1. Denying wrongdoing is a classic tactic of a bully. In the real world, such people will wind their victims up to the point where they turn on the bully, who immediately acts as if they have been bullied - and they are often believed by others who have never been on the receiving end of their tactics. I'm glad you are feeling better now.
  2. d418

    female Fakes?

    The type of pee video that I really hate are the ones where the model very badly "acts" desperate then says dialogue along the lines of "Ooh, I'm gonna wet meself!" I would much rather they shut up, stop pretending to be able to act and let viewers use their own imaginations, based on the rest of the content. I always navigate away from videos of that type, because I find them irritating and completely uninteresting, rather than erotic or compelling.
  3. Shepard didn't orbit the Earth. He did what Jeff Bezos and Richard Branson are now trying to brag about copying: went straight up and back down on a suborbital flight. Shuttle astronauts always wore diapers during launch, precisely because it wasn't possible to use the toilet until they got into orbit. This is one detail which was the biggest flaw in the film Gravity: Sandra Bullock's character was wearing shorts, when she came out of her spacesuit after several hours of EVA, and there was no sign of her having done what she would almost certainly have had to. Apollo astronauts wore 'urine collection devices' to pee in (which I think were similar to the description given above for Glenn's arrangement), and had to use a bag to poop in, which they somehow attached to the seat of their spacesuits. It's amusing to consider that an important skill for an astronaut must therefore have been to be able to find their asses with both hands.
  4. He has the ultimate way of staying out of sight, when peeing, doesn't he? "Hey, it's raining, but there are no clouds!"
  5. That was about the age when I started writing fiction, and at first mine was ALL about girls peeing and wetting themselves. I would find ways of making them have wetting accidents, or else give them semi-reasonable excuses to wet on purpose. I even used to cut photos out of the lingerie section of old mail-order catalogues, stick them in the exercise books that I used for writing, and colour them in to look as if the woman had wet herself. My writing is more mainstream, now, but I still occasionally write this kind of story, or else find ways of putting scenes of that nature into other stories.
  6. Mine seemed to be about peeing, but they always seemed to involve naked women somehow. On one occasion, I even dreamed of sitting in one of those old tin baths, on a public footpath not far from my house, in the company of a naked girl with dark, curly hair who let me put my hand on her pubic hair. Years later, my first wife (who was also my first serious girlfriend and the first woman I had sex with) had dark, curly hair. Spooky?
  7. Not at all. However, I was wearing a waterproof jacket which came down to below my bottom, so a slight leak might have gone unnoticed.
  8. I broached the subject with my first wife by telling her about my Mum being okay with us wetting ourselves in the sea. Her Mum had the opposite view, and always told her kids not to do that, but my first wife had done it regardless. She even confided a story about when she was a kid and one of her sisters had accidentally wet herself while playing in her parents' back garden, then hid the evidence by burying her underwear in the garden. I don't remember how long into our relationship it was before I told her about being turned on by the idea of a woman wetting her bikini, but it turned out she was on board with that. A while later, when we were on a beach somewhere, we were both sitting in the surf, at the point where the wash from the waves was just reaching, and she told me she was wetting herself. After that, she was always willing to use that way of turning me on. She would put on a bikini, stand or lie in the bath, or else sit on the toilet, and wet herself. On one occasion, she even wet herself slightly during sex, although that was an actual accident rather than deliberate.
  9. I have done this, just about. I was on a section of beach where there weren't many people, and no one was in the water swimming. I needed to pee fairly desperately, so I walked down the beach and into the sea. Since no one was in the sea in front of me, I decided to give in to the temptation to start wetting myself before I had gone deep enough to cover my swimming shorts. By the time I was up to my chest, I was so turned on that I had to masturbate, under cover of the water, and ejaculated into my shorts. As a kid, my Mum once told me, in as many words, that it didn't matter if I wet my trunks in the sea, because they were already wet. Ever since then, I've considered it perfectly acceptable and natural to pee while in the sea. I even prefer to go in the sea to do it, rather than to the toilets, although I often find that the constant need to keep my balance against the waves trying to knock me over is too much of a distraction to let me pee easily. It's best if I'm really desperate. I have also, on several occasions, wet my dripping-wet shorts in the toilets, at a swimming pool or near the beach. I don't mean a full-on wetting. Rather, as I get to the end of peeing in the toilet or urinal, I sometimes give in to the temptation to tuck myself back in just before I've finished, and do the last bit in my shorts. Since my shorts are already wet at this point, no one can tell what I've done. I only do this if no one else is in the toilets at the time, and only when it wouldn't leave evidence on the floor (e.g. in a toilet where the floor is already wet from people dripping water onto it). This can be an extremely enjoyable way of wetting, for me, and I think there may even have been one occasion when I tucked myself back in halfway through peeing, so that I did half of it in my trunks.
  10. I've never ejaculated directly as a result of an accident, but peeing in a nappy or pull-ups often turns me on enough to make me want to masturbate. For me, that involves pulling my penis out to play with it, then pointing it into the nappy to come.
  11. Some years ago, I wore adult pull-ups when I went for a solitary long walk on the Isle of Wight coastal footpath, during a brief holiday over there. It was winter, so I was wearing warm trousers over these and other warm clothes. It was the first time I had worn incontinence clothing in public with the deliberate intention of wetting, and I wasn't sure whether the pull-ups that I was wearing would leak, so I was slightly nervous and uncertain whether I would actually have the nerve to wet. However, I hadn't skimped on drinking before setting off, so I was certain that I would soon feel a need to pee. Sure enough, about an hour or so into the walk, I was feeling a definite pressure in my bladder. Now came the quandary: do I dare wet in my pull-ups, or shall I chicken out and just find either a public toilet or a suitably-private nook? Well, the first of those alternatives to wetting was a non-starter. There were no public toilets nearby. The second alternative seemed equally unviable, since (a) I could not be sure whether anyone else was nearby, and (b) it was winter, so none of the bushes had any leaves on them. Even a thick bush is almost see-through, in winter. So either I had to wait until I found somewhere suitable, or else I could use the pull-ups. In the end, I opted for the latter. Standing near a derelict building, trying to look as if I was nonchalantly looking at its architecture, I cautiously relaxed my bladder and let a brief spurt out. As brief as it was, I was still weeing in my clothes, and it felt like the naughtiest thing I'd done since I was a toddler. It wasn't like weeing in the sea, which I do a lot, nor was it like wetting in the shower, which I've also done. I was weeing in normal outdoor clothes, with only a pull-up to stop it from being an actual accident. I felt it go into the padding of the pull-up and I felt it run down between my legs. Had it leaked out into my trousers? I looked round, saw that there was no one else in view, and quickly put a hand between my legs to check. No wetness! It hadn't leaked! I let out another spurt and felt that run down inside my pull-ups, too, but another quick check told me it hadn't leaked either. I carried on with my walk, feeling a little more confident than before. Presently, I stopped walking for long enough to let out another spurt of wee. Again, I checked and satisfied myself it hadn't leaked. My walk continued. Every now and then, I would stop and let out yet another spurt of wee, then carry on walking. Soon, I came to a little cafe which was open. I went in, ordered a tea, sat and drank it, all the while with a full bladder and knowing that I had wet my pull-ups several times by now. Admittedly, each wetting had been a very short spurt, but it still felt as if I had been very naughty. After finishing my tea, I left the cafe, deliberately refraining from using the toilets in there. There were some steps nearby, leading up a hillside, and I began climbing them. After climbing a few steps, I stopped and let out another short spurt. Then I climbed a few more steps and did the same thing. Then again. By the time I got to the top of the steps, I had released several more spurts into my pull-ups, and there was still no sign of them leaking. At the top of the flight of steps, I dared myself to finish the wee that I'd been doing in small spurts for some time. So I stood there, opened my bladder and, for the first time since I was a toddler, did all of my wee in my clothes. I was half-expecting this to leak out of the pull-ups, since there was quite a lot to come out. My previous releases had been small enough and spaced out enough that my bladder had more than refilled itself during that whole period, so when I started this long wee, my bladder was fuller than it had been for my very first spurt. I could feel my wee flowing over me, as it ran down inside the pull-ups, and I was convinced that it must be leaking out. Even so, I let it continue until my bladder was completely empty. When I checked, both visually and using my hand, I was surprised to find that there was no sign of a leak! The pull-ups had completely absorbed it all, despite how it had felt while it was coming out. With much more confidence, I continued my walk. The tea that I had drunk in the cafe eventually began to work its way through, until my bladder was once again giving me that pee-tingle which means I could go, but it's not urgent. By now, I was walking across fields and there wouldn't have been much cover if I had needed to stop and pee normally. But I knew by now that I didn't need to stop. I began experimenting, to see if I could pee a little without stopping, and I discovered that I could, so I did two or three spurts as I crossed one field. Then I saw a tree, and decided it would be fun to pretend to go behind it to pee. As I walked towards the tree, I did another couple of spurts, imagining that I was wetting myself because of being unable to get there in time. Then, by the tree, I let out another couple of spurts, pretending to be peeing normally. The rest of the walk was a similarly enjoyable series of small wettings, sometimes ending with me releasing the remainder of my bladder's contents into my pull-ups, then being forced to wait a while before I could let out any more. Despite the number of times I wet in those pull-ups, they never leaked once. I confirmed this when I finally got back to my hotel and took my clothes off to shower. There was no sign of wetness on my trousers, even though the pull-ups were now bulging with soaked-up wee.
  12. I think there were two other things that reinforced the sexual element, for me, and turned it into a more general enjoyment of wetting than simply doing it in my trunks, in the sea. The first is a vague memory that I can't pin down to a particular occasion or age. I was in the toilets, urinating, wearing shorts which were wet from swimming, and I was alone in there. As I my bladder was almost empty, on a sudden impulse, I tucked myself back into my shorts and finished my wee in there. The second one is more specific: it is of the first time I ejaculated while awake. I had done it before while asleep, in wet dreams, but never while awake and never being aware what the feeling was. I just thought I had been peeing, and that the sensation was unusually enjoyable (I used to wet the bed until about the age of 13, hence the belief that my night-time wet dreams were of myself wetting). One day, I was out walking in some fields near my house and I could feel a need to pee. I decided I wanted it to feel like wetting, so I crawled under a bush, removed my trousers and lay face-down on the ground in my underwear. The feeling of needing to pee, and the knowledge that I was going to do it in my underwear, gave me an erection, but no pee came. I stayed there for a long time, trying to make my pee come, but it didn't. Then I discovered that if I moved my hips back and forth slightly, I could get a sensation which felt like a need to pee. I did this for some time, and the need gradually got stronger, but when what I thought was a pee finally happened, instead of one long spurt, it was that same, highly enjoyable, series of short spurts that I'd been having in my dreams. It was when I looked at my underwear and saw that what had come out was white and slippery, rather than yellow and wet, that I finally put the jigsaw together and realised I had ejaculated. Ever since then, ejaculating and wetting have been closely associated in my mind. So much so that, the first time I ever had sex without a condom, the enjoyment was as much because of imagining that I was being allowed to wet myself, as because of feeling her skin next to mine.
  13. West Midlands Most of the replies seem to be from men. Are there any UK women on here? If so, would any be interested in PM-ing to swap stories/anecdotes/experiences?
  14. I'm less into the holding and desperation, and more into the act of release/wetting, and I think it started when I was a kid. Mum used to be okay with us wetting our swimming trunks while in the sea. She used to say it didn't matter, because they're already wet. From then on, I've wet in the sea whenever I can. There were a couple of things that turned it into a sexual thing, for me. The first thing was the most obvious: pee comes from the same part of the body. The second factor was, as a kid, seeing more than one girl wet herself on the beach, during holidays. On one occasion, a girl had come back to her parents from the sea. She was naked, and her mum picked up a towel and pulled the girl towards her, to dry her. The girl took one step and immediately started peeing - it just erupted from her, in a strong jet, arcing down onto the sand. I can't remember how old I was when I saw this, but the image stuck in my mind, and I often found myself remembering it and fantasising about other scenarios with girls wetting themselves. I used to imagine them doing it in their swimsuits, rather than when naked, or about them doing it like me: in the sea, where no one can tell. Ever since puberty, my favourite fantasy has always been of women wetting their bikinis. I only have to see a photo of a woman crotch-deep in the sea, to begin fantasising that she's secretly wetting herself as the photo is being taken.
  15. To be fair, lack of realism irritates me more in a film than a TV programme. It’s as if film makers think “Once we’ve got their cash for seeing the film, who cares what they think?” And film makers do seem to treat the audience as stupid more often than TV show makers.
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