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richard3

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  1. I always felt embarrassed when it happened but I suppose the most notable time was after being dry for about 18 months I woke up on my 15th birthday in a wet bed. In early adolescence/teens I do remember waking up in a wet bed and feeling aroused in spite of the embarrassment. I think that's where the "kink" starts for many. Associating erotic dreams/responses with a wet bed
  2. Just reminded me, I had one like that while trick-or-treating too. Perhaps even more "public" but oddly with less impact, one time when I was I think 19 at an Air show. A jillion people all around but fortunately everyone was wrapped up in the show and my small bladder and black jeans making for a not-very-noticeable wet spot.
  3. Yes, me too. Didn't appreciate it at the time. Too humiliating. But since then the memories/fantasies of it are a turn on.
  4. I don't count the few times I did it early on. Say till age 6 or 7 as that is not uncommon. My real bedwetting didn't start till I was about 10 1/2 till about 13 1/2. Then I remember waking up on my 15th birthday wet. (Yes, 15) That went on intermittently for several months before stopping
  5. I remember doing it a few times. Something about just hitting the cold would give me the urge to go even if I had recently gone. Snowpants reminded me of the only time it wasn't just me. Once I over heard my mother on the phone talking to one of her friends after we had been outside for a couple hours after a big snow storm. She said something like "We were out all morning.... it was so cold I halfway peed in my snowpants before I got home." Maybe she just meant it metaphorically...? But I noticed when I said I had wet mine I didn't get the usual "Again? Couldn't you hold it? " soft touch shaming I'd usually get
  6. HA, and don't think people like this don't exist!
  7. Not on purpose but like someone said above, as a youngster. My folks would take us to the zoo almost every year. Long days, lots of walking around.
  8. I've only tipp-toed in the vicinity of it a couple times. Never mentioning it as a turn-on or an interest per se. Just brought up some times I had wet my pants in the past. I mean innocent stuff from years ago. It was amazing how much people DON'T like talking about the subject. Not a lot of data points I know, but I sort of got a feel for how others would react. ergo, I never brought it up again
  9. Yes, I agree. I've posted somewhere around here a while ago I think my mother might have had a bit of a fetish or , more likely, just like being controlling/overbearing. She seemed to have the bathroom tied up an awful lot when it was obvious I would be getting home any minute and often had to pee really bad.
  10. A) A few times in a parking lot. The bathroom in the supermarket were inop and the coffee I had at breakfast was coming due all at once. I couldn't just hang it out so I just stood between my car and the next one and wet my pants before driving home. B) Once coming home from school. First day of high school. Mother had the bathroom tied up. I couldn't wait so I did it in the trash can in my bedroom. She was not happy and told em never to do it again
  11. Me too. The immediate teasing lasted several days but it kept recurring every time I'd raise my hand and ask to use the bathroom or those times I was appearing desperate near the end of class My sister used to do that to me in the back seat of the car when she knew I was getting desperate and my mother just kept saying "Wait till we get home."
  12. I thought I had posted this before but I don't see it so I'll post it now (or again) I remember having to turn in early the first couple years I went out. That would have been probably age 6 & 7. The final time I was in the 6th grade so 11 years old. I was sitting in the dark watching a short eerie movie at a Halloween party. I Needed to go to the bathroom pretty bad but didn't want to walk over everybody (we were sitting on the floor) and I figured I could hold it, so I decided to wait till the end. But I couldn't wait and was dying over what would happen when the lights came back on. When the lights came on..... nobody noticed! I thought if I can get my coat on & get out fast enough I'd get away with it. Then one of the supervising mothers very sympathetically, very kindly, and very LOUDLY says: "Awe what happened, hon? You have a little accident?!" THAT got everybody's attention. The laughing started. Big boy that I was, I started to cry. I was so humiliated.
  13. Bladder. There are more "work-arounds" for any kind of premature ejaculation than there are for making a bathroom appear out of nowhere
  14. Like Jill, when I was younger I was usually the one who needed to go first and most of the time got ribbed/ridiculed for it. If the person I was with was desperate I'd be reasuring and start looking for bathrooms, or depedning on the environment, an uninhabited place to do it e.g bushes, alley, behind a dumpster or car parked way down yonder etc
  15. Once a bunch of us took a helicopter ride up to a conference. I had never been in a chopper. I was slightly apprehensive but the ride up was fun. I took a lot of pictures. The ride back for some reason was much scarier. I think it was because we were flying much higher and there was more turbulence. Somehwere along the way things got a little too tense and I wet my pants. I was so glad I hit the bathroom before take off! The dress blues tunic covered the wet area of my pants and, "fortunately" one of the other guys had thrown up and that got most of people's attention. I don't think anyone noticed me or at least nobody said anything. I'm sure I would have heard about it if they had.
  16. From about 10 1/2 to 13 1/2. Then again from 15 till almost 16. Not every night though but often enough to cause me anxiety and my mother consternation. There were incidents before 10 but not regular / odten
  17. Ha, only about 1000. Most involving coming home from school and later from work. Can't really related any specific story as they are all pretty much the same. Many occasions were at school, barely getting to the boy's room in time to avoid adding to my reputation.
  18. The first two times I went out. At least the first two I remember. Would have been age 6 and 7. I remember my mother was one of the supervising parents the younger kids had and she was not pleased that we had to turn back early. The other time I was 10. More embarrassing as I was teased by the other kids in the group and had to turn in early. I don't remember what specific costume I was wearing each time.
  19. I don't know why it happens but sometimes when I post something it comes out as "dark on dark." Black text on black or dark gray background. Obviously not good. I sign out/sign in/refresh page. Can't shake it. So I just lightened up the text and sent it. Yes, maybe I could have used an off-white ...?
  20. Definitely teens or actually, anything past about age 10 or 11 in my own personal experience. Accidents are pretty rare among peers by that age. Self-confidence is fragile and that jockeying for status/popularity that dominates the teen years has already started. Some of my most embarrassing incidents from that age didn't even end in wetting my pants. The building desperation and "knowing" I wouldn't be able to make it caused a huge amount of embarrassment but I managed to get to the bathroom just in time and avert disaster.
  21. Other than a few fellow students back in school days I have hardly ever seen anyone desperate in public, especially adults, male or female. Maybe they've been good at covering for it, but then you'd have to ask "were they really actually all that desperate"? Just having the urge to go does not constitute desperation.
  22. Primary and High School both were strict and stingy about bathroom breaks. High School allowed for a pit stop between classes but sometimes you'd have to run all the way across the long long building to the boys room, do it, then run up to the 3rd floor from the 1st or 2nd floor, then run all the way across the building again. Sometimes your next class was a few rooms away on the same floor and just so happened to be on the end of the building with a boy's bathroom. So, the logistics weren't always favorable. Once, in 10th grade very late in the day, near the end of 8th period geometry I was barely holding on. The teacher surprisingly looked at me and said, "you may go, but hurry." The boys bathroom was at the opposite end of the building. As I was hurrying it started coming out. By the time I got there I was pretty much finished. I hung around in the bathroom till several minutes after the final bell desperately trying to dry off which of course was just not gonna happen. Had to walk home like that but apparently not many if any other kids noticed. Too me though, it felt like the whole world knew.
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