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dirtyoldman

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  1. My parents definitely led me to this fetish. Every time my dad saw the bad guy hold a gun to a woman's head on TV, he would laugh and say, "I bet she peed in her pants!" I was always surprised when my mom never reprimanded him but only giggled at his remarks. I remember one day when I was about nine and we were out for a drive. We saw a cop pull a woman over for speeding, and as he approached her car, once again my dad said, "I bet she just tinkled in her undies!" And once again my mom just giggled. Finally, when I was about 11, my mom was cleaning up after making dinner for my sister and me because my dad was out with some of his coworkers for dinner. He came home rather drunk, walked up to my mom as she stood washing dishes, then lifted her dress and exposed her panties right in front of my sister and me. He snapped the elastic on her panties and said, "Just checking to see if your undies are dry." That time I really thought she would smack him but instead she turned around, fell into his arms, and they started kissing. My sister (two years older) just looked at me and whispered, "I guess now we know." I really do think parental influence counts for a lot. My omo friend Pamela has accidents on a regular basis and never tried to hide her wet pants when she was hanging around home. But then her daughter got sent home from school three times for wet pants and now Pamela keeps her fetish well hidden when she's at home.
  2. I'd love to have someone who'd let me do that. Since she's still your best friend, do you ever still do that? That was supposed to be in quotes, but the quote feature isn't working. Lisa just doesn't do relationships anymore, so we are best friends and travel the world together, but it is no longer sexual. We always had a great time when I tickled her, there were maybe four or five incidents. She usually wore jeans, flooded them about three times, and there were a couple of times that I tickled her when she was wearing other things, I especially remember one incident when she was wearing an obscenely short denim skirt with white cotton panties. My "big squeeze" for omo these days is Pamela, whom I have mentioned in a number of posts. I tickle her sometimes, but I don't get the feeling it's her favorite thing. She's more into public desperation, followed by a not very accidental accident. She likes to skirt the hard edges of the fetish, having a staged accident in semi-public places where she might possibly -- but not very likely -- be seen by others. She is a bit of an exhibitionist and has been known to answer the front door for the Fed-Ex man while wearing only panties and bra. Her exhibitionism kind of spills (bad pun) over into omo, which is another topic I want to post about -- omo exhibitionsim. I especially remember one allergy attack of sneezing that Pamela had while we were sitting in a public park. She was wearing large size cargo shorts over white nylon granny panties. There weren't very many people in the park, but it is possible that a few people may have seen her. What I loved about tickling Lisa was her joyous laughter. I don't really get turned on by women who are humiliated and crying in shame. I like joy.
  3. I had an omo romance with my best friend Lisa for a while. Though the romance faded, we are still best friends. Lisa liked to get tickled. She always said: "Surrendering completely to helpless laughter and total loss of bladder control is really liberating and even kind of ecstatic." Anyone else have experiences with tickling or being tickled by an omo partner?
  4. I like both. Of course, jeans and shorts show the magic better, so that is where the beauty lies, but there's something about a woman nicely dressed in a skirt or a dress whose panties are soaked (even if you can't tell), which is just marvelously sexy.
  5. I don't want to pour cold water (dreadful pun) on your hopes, but she might have been specifying saliva to indicate that "fluids" doesn't mean pee. I had similar qualms when I was first starting to sext Pamela, my main omo squeeze whom I have mentioned in posts many times. I agonized about it again and again, because she kept on saying that this sexy conversation was getting her "all wet." After a while I got the nerve to reply to her "all wet" references with the question: "Do I need to help you change your pants?" (I might have had a few glasses of wine before I wrote that message to her.) When she said "Yes!!!" I knew. You've had a bit of success sneaking your comments in through the back door. I don't know if it's time to mention omo blatantly just yet, but keep up the good work and in time the moment to talk about it will come.
  6. I have been to clubs which sponsored fetish balls and other BDSM events, but even clubs which are that liberal may not wish to sponsor events dedicated to water sports. So a space would have to be rented full time, and it might be good to get an after hours license as well. I think it could work as a membership club, but not with doors open to the public; there would be complaints. You would have to have someone at the door who checks for your membership before allowing entry. After that hurdle is crossed... why not? If it's on a public street, you would need a relatively unobtrusive name like "The Waterfall." And to pay the rent, you would probably need to attract a clientele by interacting with fetish oriented social media and fetish oriented social groups in the area. I rather doubt if a pan-kink social group would object to promoting a water sports oriented club if you were discreet and courteous about it. The clean up is a big issue, as most people realize. Even desperate illegals probably wouldn't do it. You mentioned the possibility of lounges where people who know each other or share similar interests could go. That might be helpful. I could imagine a members only club with an intimate night club setting in the front room where members could help new members find the lounge of their choice. Someday this is likely to happen. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday.
  7. Pamela is my omo friend. I have mentioned her in other posts. Right now we can't visit each other because there are travel restrictions but she still sends me her stories. She has always been into kink and alternative sexuality. After her daughter was born she began to have accidents. It was a difficult birth with an episiotomy and her urethral muscles were never the same afterwards. Then she gained a lot of weight, which put more pressure on her bladder, and she became notoriously accident prone, so she added omo to her already substantial list of fetishes. She has never done diapers before, just goes in her panties. But her father, who wanted to be a classical musician but ended up as an auto mechanic instead, wanted to take her to the opera, and she knew it would last too long for her to hold out. Her dad knows she's a kinky fetish gal and he thinks she's disgusting, but there is nothing he can do about it because he got screwed on social security and depends on Pamela's nursing income to survive. As a home care nurse, she has a number of clients who are incontinent, so she "borrowed" a diaper and off she went to the opera. She survived okay until the intermission, and then figured she could just go to the bathroom, but the idea of wetting herself in public and getting away with it was beginning to give her a sexy thrill, so she held on. During the middle of the second act, she started to let go. At first she was nervous, because as a home care nurse she knew that sometimes diapers do their job and sometimes they fail. But after a while she started to trust the situation and had a nice relaxing pee in her pants right there in the middle of the auditorium. She said it felt good. On the way home, her dad was cranky and made rude, unpleasant comments about her kinky lifestyle. She wrote to me that she doesn't know how he knew what she had done, but she says she had worn a rather short dress to the opera and thinks she might have inadvertently flashed an upskirt view of her diaper when she got into the car, and that was how he knew. In any case, she says she will always wear pretty panties when she's on a date with a guy, but now she thinks diapers might be a great idea for a gal with no control (like her) when it's girl's night out and there's a lot of drinking and laughter going on.
  8. I didn't get to see her jeans expanding that time because of the raincoat, but she took the raincoat off when we reached the parking garage and I could see her bulging britches. As I said, she really had a fetish about it, so there were many times I did get to see her jeans, sweat pants, or stretch pants expanding, as well as a number of times when she simpy stripped down to panties and bra, leaned over a chair with her butt in the air, and did it while I watched.
  9. ROSALIE: My ex-wife was into it big time. What I liked about it: Bulging undies are incredibly cute and pretty. And being with a naughty girl was very arousing. What she liked about it: The feeling of being naughty and violating one of the most basic social taboos was a big turn on for her, and the feeling of a big thick load in her pants gave her orgasms. What I didn't like about it: The smell. What she didn't like about it: The squish when she had to sit down in the car, and the clean up. All things considered: She liked it better than wetting but didn't do it as often. Whenever she did it, I was hard as a rock all day long. She wasn't into diarrhea at all and never did it. The sight of bulging britches and bulging panties was always and always will be a major turn on for me. I might not be a fan of the smell and the clean up, but I would help any woman with that angle of it if she would really fill her pants. Favorite incident: We were walking down Polk Street in San Francisco in the rain. She was in a sweater, blue jeans, and everyday white nylon full briefs underneath. She said she had to go. I replied that it was only another ten minutes to the parking garage. I thought she would hold it till we got home. But then she stopped in front of a store window and pretended to look at the merchandise, and it took me a little while to realize that she was loading her panties. The rain kept most people off the streets and her raincoat covered her rear end sufficiently to hide what she had done, so she casually kept strolling down the street until we reached our car. PAMELA: I have written previously about my omo friend Pamela. While we were skyping recently, she agreed that one our next romantic get-away, she would load her undies for me. She's a home care nurse by profession, and most of her patients are incontinent, so she deals with it every day and doesn't have the same boundaries that most people would have. Unfortunately, I am in Europe and she is in the US, so our next romantic get-away will have to wait until the travel restrictions are lifted -- or until she can get enough time off to make a trip down to the condo I still maintain near Playa del Carmen, where both of us are allowed to travel. While we are waiting for the situation to change, she has agreed to try and find a time when we are on skype and her daughter is out of the house. She says that if we can hook up at such a time when she needs to go, she will turn the computer around and back up to it so I can see her in her panties and she will let go while I watch.
  10. For an Indian wetting that isn't sad or humiliating, try this story of a controversial contestant who wet her pants as part of a "Big Boss" contest on public TV and didn't give a damn. ttps://www.huffingtonpost.in/2016/10/22/bigg-boss-contestant-priyanka-jagga-urinates-in-her-pants-on-nat_a_21589435/
  11. Them being confident enough to just wet themselves, no big deal.
  12. Try "Death in the Andes," by Peruvian Nobel Prize winner Mario Vargas Llosa. Two cops are sitting around talking about nothing, and the younger cop talks about how his slutty bride laughed so hard she wet her pants on the bus. The tone of the story is blatantly and unapologetically sexual.
  13. It was the Fourth of July. For those of you who are not from the US, that is our national American holiday. It is commonly celebrated with parties, especially of the backyard barbecue variety. I had gone to a friend’s house to pick up some things for my mother, and I found myself stuck in holiday traffic on the way home. I needed a break from it all, and pulled into a roadside rest stop near San Clemente, California. I got out of the car and did a few stretches to loosen my weary bones. I watched as a car pulled into one of the few remaining parking spots. A man and a woman were inside. The woman was driving. She hopped out of the car and headed for the women’s restroom. I could tell that she was full-on desperate. It would have drawn a lot of attention if she had burst into a run, but she was walking as fast as she possibly could, biting her lip, hands clenched. She was Hispanic, mid-thirties, with a slightly pudgy figure and glasses which couldn’t conceal the fact that her face was very attractive. She was dressed entirely in white, and the fabric of her blouse and pants was almost but not quite like a nurse’s uniform. Whatever sort of barbecue she had been to, it must have been a VERY adult affair, because her clothes were entirely see-through, and I was able to see every stitch of her bra and everyday white nylon panties. In that attire, I doubt if she would have left the car in such a crowded venue if she hadn’t been hopelessly desperate for a bathroom. I sat down on a bench and relaxed. I have always had a passion for ladies in lingerie, so I figured I would get another look at her when she came out of the bathroom. I waited, and after a few minutes, she emerged. The expression on her face was grim. She was walking just as fast as she had walked before, and her eyes were fixed on the ground, reluctant to meet the eyes of others. I could see that that her crotch was soaking wet! I had watched her closely when she headed for the bathroom, feasting my eyes on her panties, so I knew she hadn’t been wet in the beginning; she hadn’t spilled a soft drink on herself in the car. I wondered if perhaps she had turned the bathroom faucet on with too much force to wash her hands and had splashed herself in front. But as she passed by me, I could see that she was wet in back as well, from her butt down to her knees; a faucet couldn’t have caused all that. I could think of only one explanation: she had made it to the bathroom door in time, as I had seen, but she hadn’t made it all the way to the toilet (and the rest stop was so crowded that there had probably been a line). She was a gorgeous sight indeed! She got into her car, and she was so rattled that she nearly backed right into another car that was entering the rest stop, but pulled away just in time. The guy in the passenger seat was smiling. I would have smiled too! All things considered, it was a great holiday!
  14. This all sounds exactly like my omo friend Pamela in the US. If she goes to a club she always wears pretty panties, just in case she gets lucky. When she drinks a bit -- or more than a bit -- she loses her inhibitions and gets omo flirty with guys. She will often laugh and giggle and then puts her hand on top of a guy's hand and says something like: "Oh, don't make me laugh too hard. Y'know I've had kids and all that and my bladder and, well, if I laugh too hard I might have an accident." She says there are guys who suddenly get quite serious and she can tell that they're not into it, and there are other guys who blatantly try to make her laugh harder -- and if she thinks they're cute they're llikely to get a big reward.
  15. Well said. Each person has an individual erotic landscape. It is part of who we are and part of what makes us unique. The media tries to tell us what should turn us on. Men, for example, are supposed to be atracted to women with yellow hair and large mammary glands, and the proper way to treat them is with five minutes of the missionary position. (I am sure the media must have its own messages that it sends subconsciously to women, but I don't really know what they are.) While some people may genuinely have such attractions, there are too many who just orient themselves to whatever society wants them to do -- or lust for. They may have very different feelings deep inside, kinky and fetishistic, and they try to push these feelings -- their true feelings -- away into some dark corner of their minds. This never works; it only confuses us and makes us unhappy -- or, as in the beginning of this thread, guilty. To embrace your own erotic landscape (as long as it harms no one) and to explore it to the best of your ability is to learn valuable lessons about your own uniqueness and individuality. It is part of learning who we really are.
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