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  1. I think this is a fair thing to bring up, and it's something I have given and continue to give a lot of thought to. What I would say is this: I would never go up to someone and almost make them acknowledge the fact that I'm wetting myself. I would never (intentionally) wet where someone else would need to clean up after me. At this point, I'm looking to have a genuine loss of control at a place where people are generally only stopping for a bathroom break. I'm also choosing to put myself in this "predicament" at a highway rest area around 9pm on a workday. Will people be around? Probably. But I think this also shrinks the amount of people likely to be there, and it's even less likely that any children would be around. Also, it is outside. This isn't something I do flippantly, or often. But I'd like to hear your thoughts, @strokeknight2...if you fervently disagree, that's okay. But I would like to hear why. I'm open to changing my plans.
  2. I have one of those rare stretches of days where I have more privacy at home than usual. I'm really thinking tomorrow I may do rapid desperation to prepare, and once I'm really struggling to hang on, between 8 and 9 out of 10, hop in the car and drive 45 minutes north to a rest area. Some of my most embarrassing moments - where all of this almost certainly originated - were losing control in front of others. And while I've wet in public plenty of times, and surely been seen with wet pants obviously having wet myself, losing control and having a full blown accident while rushing toward the toilet with people around is humiliating in a different way. I've never fully embraced having an accident that people may actually witness unfold, outside of the few genuine accidents I've had. In a weird way, I think I need to willingly experience that humiliation to get over my past traumas. So I think I may do that tomorrow in gray casual work pants, gray briefs, and a fleece jacket that won't cover nearly enough. I hope I can muster up the courage! *and yes, the accident would almost certainly happen outside. No inside cleanup.
  3. There's a highway rest area about an hour from me (28/M) and I find "trying" to get to the rest area bathroom but not making it in time is really the perfect public wetting scenario. People are around, almost all are stopping because they need the bathroom, and they're all more than likely traveling so the odds you would ever see them again is incredibly low. And people will generally just assume you couldn't hold it long enough to reach the bathroom. The couple times I've done this I make sure I'm an 11/10 with desperation before I even leave my place. That way I'm almost guaranteed to leak on the drive up (put a towel over the seat), and I always end up having a very genuine, obvious accident rushing to the bathroom. Or I have an accident while driving, and go into the rest area having obviously wet myself.
  4. Probably my number 1 all time. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5dda59ff8a13f
  5. Also, funny that you were just here! Would love to hear about your wetting up in the mountains!
  6. It was great! I shared this on another thread the other day, here's the write up, with a pic. So, I live about an hour from this rest stop. I got super desperate through rapid desperation, like to the point of being unable to hold without squirming, then I hopped in the car and started driving toward the rest area. I knew the drive was an hour and there would be no way I'd be able to hold it until the bathroom. I'd set down a towel to save the car seat for safe measure...spoiler, the seat still got wet...and I also did bring a change of clothes. Anyway, about 30 minutes into the drive involuntary spurts of pee began soaking my crotch. I was wearing darkish gray pants and gray briefs, so it showed. I couldn't help it, and I still had 30 minutes until the bathroom. The rest of the drive was actually pretty rough. My heart was racing, I was shivering, still trying to hold on for dear life...but every leak got bigger than the last. The attached photo is what my pants looked like as I pulled into the rest area. It was just past sunset so it was getting dark, but there were lights lining the sidewalk and inside was very well lit...and there were probably 15 cars. My nerves took hold. I parked, probably farther away than I should've, and as soon as I stepped out of the car, pee started uncontrollably streaming down my legs, dripping loudly onto the pavement for probably 10 seconds. I got it somewhat under control, took a deep breath, and told myself to embrace the accident. This was the point. I wanted to feel the embarrassment, humiliation, and shame of wetting myself as 28 year old guy who should be able to hold it. After all, I was rushing to a rest stop to reach the bathroom. I couldn't hold it. I had an accident. People should have empathy, I told myself. I hurriedly started walking toward the rest stop, and even though I'd stemmed the active flow, I could still feel pee dripping down from my gray briefs. I looked down as I neared the entrance, still somehow seen by nobody, and my crotch down to both my knees was also glistening, utterly soaked. Smaller streaks of pee lead down to my shoes. I kept my hands over my crotch and tried in vain to pull down my shirt, but there was no covering this. It was beyond obvious that I'd had an accident. I reached the bathroom and there were a couple other guys using the urinals, so they didn't see me. It still made me nervous as a stream of pee started coming put again as I closed the stall door. I finally unbuttoned my pants and finished in the toilet, but the damage was done. Nobody could see me and think anything other than this dude just full on peed his pants. I panicked for a minute, not sure how I could leave the bathroom, but I again reminded myself that I in fact wanted to be feel the humiliation, so I took another deep breath and walked out keeping my gaze on the floor. As I opened the door to go back to the car, it happened. A man, probably in his 30's, was approaching the entrance. My heart skipped a beat, but I walked out the door. He was coming from where my car was, and it was a fairly well lit area. He was looking right at me. I kinda paused, looked around, and decided to go the other way and walk all the way around to avoid this guy. The only issue was that he'd already seen me, and when I started walking away, I looked back if he was still looking, and he was. Staring right at me as he opened the door to go into the rest area. I felt the embarrassment, but also felt like I might've gotten away with it if he only saw me from behind? I decided I wanted a little more humiliation, so I went back to the car to get my change of clothes. I'd originally intended to just change later or in the car, but I decided I wanted to walk back into the rest area with a change of clothes in obviously peed in pants, and see if anyone else would notice. Two more guys definitely did, and I proceeded to go back into the stall and changed out of my wet clothes. But here's the kicker...when I took off my soaking wet pants, I inspected the back damage. It was so, so bad. No wonder the younger guy in his 30's was staring. It was an unmistakable pants wetting pattern, and so obvious that I'd had a massive accident. And the natural color of the pants against the dark pee stains made it that much more obvious. Pee had soaked my butt up to my waistline and then dark but skinnier pee stains lined the inside and back of both pant legs. The contrast of wet vs dry could not have been more clear from behind. That guy - and likely way more people - knew with 100% certainly that I'd wet my pants. A couple days removed now, I'm still enjoying that experience so much. It was super embarrassing and in total probably 3 or 4 people knew that I'd definitely wet myself. But because it was at a rest stop along the highway, I'm betting everyone just assumed I tried to make it and couldn't. So yeah. Rest stop accidents. The perfect public wetting cover!
  7. I'm a little late to this, but one of my favorite scenarios is a highway rest area. I hadn't had a public accident in a long time, so I did this the other day. I recognize that I'm fortunate to have a car, and live near a highway that has a rest stop about an hour from me. I got super desperate through rapid desperation, like to the point of being unable to hold without squirming, then I hopped in the car and started driving toward the rest area. I knew the drive was an hour and there would be no way I'd be able to hold it until the bathroom. I'd set down a towel to save the car seat for safe measure...spoiler, the seat still got wet... Anyway, about 30 minutes into the drive involuntary spurts of pee began soaking my crotch. I was wearing darkish gray pants and gray briefs, so it showed. I couldn't help it, and I still had 30 minutes until the bathroom. The rest of the drive was actually pretty rough. My heart was racing, I was shivering, still trying to hold on for dear life...but every leak got bigger than the last. The attached photo is what my pants looked like as I pulled into the rest area. It was just past sunset so it was getting dark, but there were lights lining the sidewalk and inside was very well lit...and there were probably 15 cars. My nerves took hold. I parked, probably farther away than I should've, and as soon as I stepped out of the car, pee started uncontrollably streaming down my legs, dripping loudly onto the pavement for probably 10 seconds. I got it somewhat under control, took a deep breath, and told myself to embrace the accident. This was the point. I wanted to feel the embarrassment, humiliation, and shame of wetting myself as 28 year old guy who should be able to hold it. After all, I was rushing to a rest stop to reach the bathroom. I couldn't hold it. I had an accident. People should have empathy, I told myself. I hurriedly started walking toward the rest stop, and even though I'd stemmed the active flow, I could still feel pee dripping down from my gray briefs. I looked down as I neared the entrance, still somehow seen by nobody, and my crotch down to both my knees was also glistening, utterly soaked. Smaller streaks of pee lead down to my shoes. I kept my hands over my crotch and tried in vain to pull down my shirt, but there was no covering this. It was beyond obvious that I'd had an accident. I reached the bathroom and there were a couple other guys using the urinals, so they didn't see me. It still made me nervous as a stream of pee started coming put again as I closed the stall door. I finally unbuttoned my pants and finished in the toilet, but the damage was done. Nobody could see me and think anything other than this dude just full on peed his pants. I panicked for a minute, not sure how I could leave the bathroom, but I again reminded myself that I in fact wanted to be feel the humiliation, so I took another deep breath and walked out keeping my gaze on the floor. As I opened the door to go back to the car, it happened. A man, probably in his 30's, was approaching the entrance. My heart skipped a beat, but I walked out the door. He was coming from where my car was, and it was a fairly well lit area. He was looking right at me. I kinda paused, looked around, and decided to go the other way and walk all the way around to avoid this guy. The only issue was that he'd already seen me, and when I started walking away, I looked back if he was still looking, and he was. Staring right at me as he opened the door to go into the rest area. I felt the embarrassment, but also felt like I might've gotten away with it if he only saw me from behind? I decided I wanted a little more humiliation, so I went back to the car to get my change of clothes. I'd originally intended to just change later or in the car, but I decided I wanted to walk back into the rest area with a change of clothes in obviously peed in pants, and see if anyone else would notice. Two more guys definitely did, and I proceeded to go back into the stall and changed out of my wet clothes. But here's the kicker...when I took off my soaking wet pants, I inspected the back damage. It was so, so bad. No wonder the younger guy in his 30's was staring. It was an unmistakable pants wetting pattern, and so obvious that I'd had a massive accident. And the natural color of the pants against the dark pee stains made it that much more obvious. Pee had soaked my butt up to my waistline and then dark but skinnier pee stains lined the inside and back of both pant legs. The contrast of wet vs dry could not have been more clear from behind. That guy - and likely way more people - knew with 100% certainly that I'd wet my pants. A couple days removed now, I'm still enjoying that experience so much. It was super embarrassing and in total probably 3 or 4 people knew that I'd definitely wet myself. But because it was at a rest stop along the highway, I'm betting everyone just assumed I tried to make it and couldn't. So yeah. Rest stop accidents. The perfect public wetting cover!
  8. I love the way you approach this. I've done some daring public accidents, usually on the verge of bursting so it doesn't look staged, but I have always really struggled with the morality of doing it somewhere where someone would need to clean up. I currently have no roommates until Saturday, so I'm only peeing in my pants for the next 3 days. I'm not sure the next time I'll have this ability to have a huge public accident without getting caught by someone I know...so, in that vein and using your "high risk of getting caught but not wetting right in front of someone" I've decided that I am going to get so unbearably desperate this evening - 12 out of 10 😜 - throw on some dark gray slacks with gray briefs, then hop in my car and drive an hour north on the highway where there is a rest stop. If I'm a 12/10 desperation when I leave, there is no chance I won't have a genuine accident on the drive. I'll do my best to hold it, but when I inevitably wet myself either on the way, or as soon as I get out of the car at the rest stop, I'll then worry about the consequences later and "rush" to the bathroom to embarrassingly finish peeing and "clean up." Of course there's a chance the rest stop will be empty, but it's open 24 hours and I think it's unlikely I'll get away unnoticed. I'll keep ya posted, but it's been a while since I've felt deep humiliation for wetting myself in public. I'm excited!
  9. Mine definitely stems from a big accident I had in front of my entire english class in 7th grade. The humiliation and embarrassment was insane at the time, but now it's my biggest turn on. Having an accident in public as a fit, 28 year old guy is still so hugely humiliating. I wish it wasn't such a turn on for me after the fact. But it's why I keep putting myself in those impossible public situations I can't get out of 🤷‍♂️
  10. I've been noticing this too! I was out at a March downtown today (not a political discussion prompt, please don't take it as such), but there were a few thousand people around, and many people were looking for bathrooms, but almost all restaurants were denying access. Luckily I was able to find one a little ways away from the March, but man I was very, very desperate. My friend who I was with even said something about how desperate I seemed. She doesn't know my fetish, so I didn't say anything. I could 100% see myself having a true accident during this time where no public bathrooms are open. I wonder if any others weren't so lucky?
  11. Yeah. The most memorable one for me was probably 5 years ago in my early 20's. I was driving north on a highway in New England in the late evening. The rest stop had closed, but I didn't know that. I'd been holding intentionally, and I figured I would leak. But when I pulled into the parking lot at the rest stop, I realized it was closed and immediately began spurting into my briefs creating a very warm, baseball sized wet spot on my Jeans. I jumped out of the car walking quickly towards the entrance. When the doors didn't open, I could feel a long jet of pee shooting out of me. My entire right leg was immediately soaked, and a huge puddle formed around me. The pee just kept darkening my pants, coming out full force. I didn't care. The relief was incredible. I looked around, and there was only one other parked car. I was too embarrassed to see if anyone was in it. In retrospect, I absolutely wish there was 😉 the humiliation of being laughed at would've been so embarrassing at the time, but so worth it after the fact.
  12. 28 year old guy from the Denver area in Colorado.
  13. Hey Everybody, I'm a 28 year old guy living in Colorado who's into desperation/public wetting. While it doesn't happen often, I have had a handful of genuine "fear" wetting accidents as an adult (getting reprimanded at work, mostly while working retail). I think because of that, I tend to "enjoy" the humiliation of holding to my absolute max in situations I know I can't escape from quickly, and publically having an accident that I cannot control. For so long, I've kept this a total secret (except of course for anyone who has witnessed me have an accident, say, in the line at wal mart). And while I am still pretty ashamed that this sort of stuff is what I like, I figure it's time to at least be honest about it with people who feel similarly. Cheers!
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