MoistMark

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  1. I videod myself recently putting on a pair of pants that I had wet earlier and wetting them again. I let out a few spurts before letting go completely. By the look of things, there was some pre-cum showing through as well! Not the prettiest of sights, perhaps, but fun to do. 148 rewetting.mp4
  2. I don't get much time for writing, and I had hoped to have another chapter or two under my belt before starting to tell you my story. But it's been a while already so I'll make a start. I have told some of this story already, but here it is in more detail. The blog will have this 'how it all started' story interspersed with more recent stuff. As I said in my ‘Introducing Myself’ piece, I have changed in the few weeks in ways I never thought possible, and this is my relating how it all happened. It could have been in the ‘real life’ section because it is all true, but I chose to put it all together in a single blog so you can follow it in one place. I am male, straight, married and old enough for my children to have left home. I am also English, so when I say ‘pants’ I mean underpants A rather straight-laced, uptight kind of guy, pretty fastidious and even when making love try to keep everything clean and not mess the sheets or pyjamas. If my wife requested something a bit out of the ordinary in bed, I would usually refuse, so things there were pretty vanilla and not a bit boring, though I was trying to ‘loosen up’ a bit there for her sake. So how did this fussy, stick-in-the-mud end up embracing something so messy as omorashi and end up telling his story on this forum? My wife was away on a long trip, visiting a daughter abroad, so I had about three weeks to myself. After a while I just got absorbed in work and running the house and didn’t give sex another thought. One day, however, near the end of the time, I found myself getting horny while I was working at my computer, but just carried on working. I also became aware of a filling bladder. I ignored it for another couple of hours, until it eventually got so bad that I got up to go to the bathroom. As I did so, a wicked thought went through my mind that sent my pulse racing and made my mouth dry. I took off my trousers and stepped into the shower, wearing everything else I happened to have on -- shirt, pants and socks. I stood with my feet apart. And then I let go. The rush was amazing. I was expecting my pee to be warm, but this was surprisingly hot. It splattered into the shower basin and in seconds my pants were soaked, bathing my cock and balls in the wet warmness, The pee ran down my legs and into my socks. For a second or two I was a bit dismayed because I had expected to keep them dry, but I realised that I liked that sensation too. It felt both comforting and incredibly naughty. The wetness spread from the front and crotch of the pants to the rear till I felt hugged by the warmth. I emptied my bladder and relished the feeling of relief. As you might guess from my introduction, I am not actually into pee itself. I don’t like the appearance or smell, so I got the shower head and started hosing down the shower basin, my legs and pants, getting the latter properly soaking all over. And spontaneously, responding to some unconscious urge, soaked my shirt as well, front and back, and found I liked the feel of being fully clothed and wet. I had accidentally found another dimension to my kink. Then I played with myself in my pants and masturbated to a body-shaking orgasm. It would not be true to say that all this had come completely out of the blue. I had been aware since puberty of having a bit of a pee fetish, but it was never something I acted on or really entertained in anything more than a fantasy capacity. I shared one of my earliest fantasies here. I may have weed through my pants into the toilet once or twice when I was much younger, or even got into a bath clothed on one occasion, but such early experiments were not repeated or recalled. It is also true that I sometimes looked at pictures of wetting on the Internet, but only if I had a full bladder – it was that combination of feeling horny and busting that would make me start searching for pee videos, or if I saw a picture of a woman in white panties or bikini doing a legs apart crotch display, I would long for a drop of wet to appear on those white clothes and then gradually get wetter until they were soaking. What changed was that I now wanted to repeat the experience of that day and brought it into my married life. In Chapter 2 you can read how my wife reacted on her return.
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    Group omorashi?

    Here’s something I’ve been looking for, and (not surprisingly) utterly failed to find: Videos, pictures or real life experiences where a whole group of people decide to wet themselves together. Some examples of the sort of thing I mean: A youth group or walking club on a hike across open moorland. After lunch, and with no bushes or rocks to hide behind, someone suggests they just wet their pants, so long as they all do it together. After PE or Games, someone dares the class (either sex) to pee in their PE kit in the shower together. If you search for ‘group pee’ or similar on Pornhub, all you get is a page full of solo peeing (!), or at the most a couple. The only thing I can think of, story-wise, is an episode in The Tin Drum (Die Blechtrommel), a novel by Günter Grass, where a group of adults in their best clothes wet themselves and go home crying. It was supposed to be symbolic of German society after the Second World War, but it was mostly weird. What I do not mean is stuff like: orgies, golden showers or indeed, anything overtly sexual (unless it could be edited out) just two or three friends having a game togther – I mean a whole group, crowd or class. lines of men peeing against a wall or groups of women pulling down/up/across their clothes to squat, e.g. https://www.voyeurstyle.com/watch/14180/group-of-desperate-german-girls-enjoys-peeing-in-the-woods/ – I mean fully clothed standing pees in front of each other. Has anyone come across anything like that or experienced it for themselves? Failing that, I suppose it could be an idea for a fic…
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    Fear wetting (indonesian girl)

    There's a good bit starting about 1:56 where she is bending over and you can see a spurt drip onto the floor behind her.
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    Ladies Allow Your Significant Other to Watch

    I thought that was a lovely suggestion, so I kissed my darling wife on the loo this morning. She was about to go out, though, and rather distracted thinking about what she needed to take with her :(
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    Train desperation

    By george, people do get busy on the buses in your area!
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    Anyone ever seen a girl pee?

    Just found a video that sums up what happened pretty well, though seen from the back, not the front. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bf606b40c9aa Made a cap into my profile picture too!
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    Anyone ever seen a girl pee?

    This is a childhood thing, so probably not what Joey1234 was after, but here goes anyway… I was a boy in the second class at primary school, i.e. one up from reception. The teacher was pretty old (at least to my 5 year-old’s eyes) and looked rather fierce. If you asked to go the toilet, she had a habit of grabbing your crotch to check it wasn’t already too late — I guess she wouldn’t get away with that these days! There were twin girls in the class, not identical but looking pretty similar. One of them went up to the teacher’s desk and stood in line with the other children who had questions about their work, and when it was her turn asked to go. Mrs --- stuck her hand up the girl’s dress and grabbed her knickers, then allowed her to go. As she turned round to go, though, it was suddenly too late. She stood right at the front, facing the whole class with her legs apart, and royally peed herself. A stream of wee flowed straight through her knickers and onto the floor between her feet, while she looked mortified. I don’t remember any going down her legs, though. At that age it wasn’t a huge deal, as kids had ‘little accidents’ from time to time — I had had one myself when in reception class — but the great view of a standing pee in a dress has stuck with me all my life.
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    Wetting my jeans outside (+rewetting!)

    Great set of videos. Beautiful.
  10. I woke this morning feeling hassled, and thought I’d try to relax the omo way, while making a video for your delectation. Decided to sacrifice my boxers in the name of art. As it’s the first video I have posted (though not the first omo video I have made), I would appreciate your comments. I wore the thin cotton boxers back to front so the fly wouldn’t spoil your view, and managed to keep my bits hidden so this is family friendly, cough. But NSFW unless you work for a very relaxed establishment. Cropped and cut for small file size. What do you think? 139_cut.mp4
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    Wetting my jeans

    Great tip. Thanks! I'll try that next time I'm up for it. How do you do it -- with underpants on or commando? I prefer the former because it gives a better spread and the wet starts higher up, but it also delays the wet showing through the jeans (which makes for a boring video if that is what I'm doing).
  12. When I get going with this blog I will post the story of how I got into omo, just a month ago. In the meantime, to whet your appetites, here is a little foreword. Some people have asked, ‘what was your first wetting experience?’, and often people mention a childhood experience and say it was what got them into omorashi in the first place. I am not making any such claim here: it is just the first wetting fantasy I had, or at least that I can remember. I was a young teenager and puberty was only just starting. In was pretty naïve and didn’t clock that the unusual feelings I was starting to have were anything to do with sex. All I knew was, certain ideas seemed very pleasant and exciting to me. Maybe it was when pee and sex got tangled up together for me. Some while before I had visited a Dr Who exhibition, where I learned about how the programme was made and how they did their special effects. Remember that this was in the days before CGI and all that. One thing they made quite a lot of use of was a device for spraying latex. The liquid latex could be sprayed on things, for example to make cobwebs on some sort of a frame, and it immediately dried and became permanent. I imagined that it could be used to create clothing. You could spray on latex to make a skin-tight outfit, leave gaps here and there to show a bit of skin and for the sake of the design, and so on. It would be stretchy (being rubber) so doesn’t affect movement. This was very arousing because it would effectively show you a girl’s exact body shape as if she were naked, but without actually being indecent. Also, there is no way to take this ‘clothing’ off except by cutting it, so it has to be designed to allow you to go to the toilet without removing it. There would therefore be openings in the relevant places – effectively open crotch but with a small flap in front to hide the anatomy but without preventing the flow of pee. I would imagine all sorts of situations with a sci-fi theme in which attractive young women would be going about their work and if they needed to go would just do it there and then. No need to make any special arrangements: the ‘clothing’ doesn’t get in the way and doesn’t matter if it gets a bit damp. I really loved the thought of girls just peeing right in front of me without any embarrassment, and their doing it all casual without thinking about it or stopping what they were doing. The thought made me all hot. Rubber isn’t a thing for me, but I still like many of the ideas here, especially the idea of just peeing as you walk around without a care in the world.
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    A beach fantasy

    Here is one of my favourite fantasies. Nothing original but a lovely daydream when I am feeling the urge to wee. Apologies to the ladies, but this is a male fantasy. I am with a group of friends on the beach. We are all young and attractive and a mix of men and women. It is quite hot but pleasant. We play around – a bit of frisbee, a bit of horseplay – and relax in the soft sand, drinking and eating ice creams. As the afternoon wears on, a lazy, soporific mood descends on the party. The women have their bikinis on. One has a high leg bikini bottom, and another a white bikini that stretches tightly between her legs and has no gusset or seam, so that when she sits with her legs slightly apart I am conscious that there is just a single thickness of material between her labia and my gaze. She is reading and occasionally looking up to say something to one of our companions. At one point our eyes meet, and she knows she has my attention. After a while she begins to squirm uncomfortably a little, but she cannot be bothered to move. This goes on until her breathing is quite ragged and she seems to be having some difficulty concentrating on her book. Then she languidly puts it down, scoops a hole in the sand between her thighs and lies back, eyes closed, knees bent, legs on either side of the hole. As I watch, a small wet dot appears on the white expanse of material between her legs. She doesn’t seem to notice and just dozes. After a few more moments, the dot becomes a small circle, but she still doesn’t react. Then I hear a sharp intake of breath and there is almost a spurt, which sends some drops into the sand, but she just as quickly stops it. She props herself up on her elbows and looks me straight in the eyes, smiles at me, then truly lets go. The wee runs between her legs into the sand, spreads across the front of her bikini and starts to soak her bum. The naughty smile on her face says that she is thoroughly aware that everyone is staring at her and she is loving it. The pee continues for a surprisingly long time, trickling into the hole she had made. When she has finished, she lets out a long sigh of contentment and watches as her wee soaks away into the sand. Then she scoops the sand back into the hole to bury all signs of her recent activity, leans back again and puts the book over her face to snooze. ****************************************************************** In an extension to that fantasy, or as an alternative, this sometimes happens…. The tide is a long way out, and we have settled at the top of the beach where the sand is dry and some lines of dunes mark the end of the beach, giving shelter from the wind and affording us some privacy. After a long time while everyone just dozes or reads, Jeff suddenly announces, “I’m just going to find a bush.” This provokes some hilarity around his chances of finding a bush on a beach, but he says, “You know what I mean. A dune or something.” Andy says that he thinks he will too, and as they stand up to go, Pete decides it was time he went as well, so all three head off over the dune behind our ‘spot’. Karen, the girl in the high leg bikini, rolls over onto her tummy, her halter top displaying an alluring cleavage, and she clambers to her feet, the top not restricting the natural swing of her breasts as she moves. As she follows the guys, her firm, peach-shaped buttocks are outlined seductively by the yellow bikini bottom. By the time she tops the dune and starts down the other side, the guys are already standing in a line, hidden in the dip between the dunes, their swimsuits pulled to one side as they ‘water the sand’. When Karen appears, Andy looks startled and tries to hide his cock, but just gets pee on his hand. Jeff obviously decides he has nothing to hide and stands proudly, making side to side movements with his pee. Karen plants herself opposite them, feet apart, and turns her face up to the sun, eyes closed as if in worship, arms raised with her hands behind her head, and shakes her long, auburn hair down her back. Her breasts sway from side to side, the halter top doing nothing to hide her protuberant nipples. Then she starts to wee. It gushes past and through the narrow band of material that covers her front and between her thighs. It runs down her legs and forms a thin trickle in the middle. The wetness turns the material almost transparent, showing the dark patch where her hair was left unshaven. She opens her eyes and looks frankly at the boys, enjoying the look on their faces. When she has done, she turns on one foot away from them, and bends down to scratch a heel as if it had an itch, affording them a view of her perfect bum and the now wet bikini, stretched tight over her pussy to give an almost perfect cameltoe peeking between her thighs. All too soon, she straightens up and starts to return. As she passes the boys, who still look astounded, she notices approvingly the swollen penises still in their hands and smiles mischievously, then walks off down to the sea to rinse her legs and bikini in the water. ------------------------- What are your favourite daydreams?
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    Wetting my jeans

    Thought I’d tell you what I did today. I made a jeans wetting video of myself. Now, before I do into detail, I should warn you that this isn’t going to be a nice erotic tale to get off on. This sub-forum (if that is what it’s called) is captioned ‘real life wetting experiences’. Emphasis on real life. It took a week or two of my wetting pants, pyjamas and so on to start thinking about jeans. Videos of jeans wetting are pretty common on the Internet, so I thought I might do one too. Not as straightforward as you might think, but today was my third try, so I thought I would have it licked by now. The first time, I couldn’t decide whether to wear pants (i.e. underpants) with my jeans or not. I thought the wetness would show more quickly without, so I set up the camera and got in the shower wearing only my jeans. What I enjoy about wetting myself is the warm sensation round my balls and bum (as well as the relief and the wicked feeling of doing something forbidden). I set the camera going and started to relax. As the wee started, it ran straight down one leg, leaving me literally wanting more. I told my wife about my experience and she laughed like a drain. A few days later we were heading for bed and both ready for our before-going-to-bed wee. Again I set up the camera and we kept our pants on. I stood side by side with her while we both wet our jeans standing up. From an omorashi point of view it was far more successful. The wet started at the front and worked its way down the legs, and when it met a crease in the fabric ran across them as well. The crotch got pretty wet and it spread from there, though to be honest it was not the all-round soaking you see in some videos. Our jeans are fairly baggy, and I noticed that many of those models who appear in videos are wearing skin-tight jeans, which must make all the difference. The main problem with my video was my own inexperience. The whole shoot was right out of focus. When I take single photos on automatic the camera focuses itself, but I hadn’t appreciated that it doesn’t do that for video. All I got was four blurry legs slowly going darker in a streak down the front. Sigh. And so to today. While looking for a t-shirt yesterday in a drawer I came across an old pair of jeans of mine that I remember were quite stretchy and figure-hugging. ‘Just what I need!’ I thought. Around lunchtime I started to get to the ‘urgent’ stage of holding. I can still function, but have to hop from one leg to the other. I now had all my ducks lined up: a pair of underwear on to ensure a good spread of wetness, a pair of tight jeans and the camera set up and focussed. As I got in the shower my breath was coming in short pants (sorry) because of the holding and the feeling of naughty anticipation. I finally let go with a gasp and my pants were flooded with wet warmness. I looked down to see the effect on the trousers and saw… nothing. It just didn’t come through. The pee ran down both legs, which stayed obstinately dry the whole time. If you look closely you can just see it run over my feet, but otherwise nada. In the end I had to press the jeans onto my pants to get any wetness to show at all. So if anyone is interested in seeing the most boring jeans wetting videos of all time, PM me here. I have two of them. See? Nothing! Just check out the feet :)
  15. I'm going to say that I am a bit fluid (pun intended) at the moment. Quite new to all this... Starting with myself, the principal attractions are a) the warm, comforting feeling of wetting my pants and feeling it all round my private area plus the feeling of relief, and b) the feeling of naughtiness and doing something not allowed which brings on an almost childish feeling of excitement. (Oh dear! I've said 'feeling' about ten times there -- that gives you the idea, I guess.) Initially, I would have said that feeling desperation was not at all important, but I have changed my mind. Holding can be quite exciting, but only so long as it is a matter of urgency. Once it gets painful, that can be a bit of a turn off. So for me, I wet deliberately rather than holding till I have an 'accident'. I also like the idea of casual wetting, i.e. just going when you would go anyway under normal circumstances, but not bother to go to the bathroom or stop what you're doing, just letting go while walking around or something. I have tried to find videos of people (mostly women -- I'm a straight male) doing that, but there seem to be fairly few out there. Personally, I wet recently on the tiles in our hall just as I walked to and fro, not busting (so there wasn't too much to clean up) and when I happened to be naked. And today I tried letting a few drops go in my pants while sat at my desk, enough to dampen my underwear but not show on my trousers, just casual like. As for fantasies and watching videos, I'm a mixed bag. I have had some really erotic fantasies about women getting caught short and wetting their clothes, but I find most desperation videos a bit ridiculous. I mean, if you're trying to get into your apartment and have lost your key, crossing your legs and squirming isn't going to open the door! The outcome is inevitable so you might as well find a quiet corner of the garden and get your pants down before it's too late! And actually seeing someone peeing used to be rather off-putting for me, but since opening up to this kink I have looked at quite a few videos and found something to appreciate. I enjoy watching videos of myself wetting. Perhaps I'm reverting to being autoerotic, but there is something arousing about watching myself and remembering what it felt like at the time.