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  1. Wetting on a bike ride. Hard in this hot weather to fill the bladder enough to let go while on the bike but in the end there was a little patch big enough to make me nervous when someone passed me by.
  2. I know. That´s one reason I love jeans wetting, you never really know where the patches will go.
  3. Nobody saw, and i was wearing thin shorts underneath that don't show wetness, so i just took my jeans off and then i could continue my walk and later swim the pee out of my shorts at the public beach near my home.
  4. And can it be more beautiful than this? My peed jeans perfectly matching the colour of the flowers in the background. My bf says it would make a great oil painting. Wish I could have it on my wall.
  5. Maybe I should have filmed from behind instead because I managed to soak the back of my pants so much there was barely a dry spot.
  6. After a long day of swimming and chilling on the balcony with a friend I felt like taking a long evening walk in the woods. Despite the warm weather i put my jeans on because you can always change later on the walk if you become too hot, right? Or if something else happens... 20220630_201654.mp4
  7. It might also be some ki d of performance anxiety. I'm very comfortable with wetting myself but still i can sometimes get that pee-lock when i'm about to wet with my partner. It has to do with both arousal and that he's waiting for me to do it. It usually works after a while but little by little, not everything at once. What you could try if this is the case is that you get out of the room for a while or just focus on something else than waiting for her to wet (maybe wetting yourself?) Or, if she likes the idea, leave it up to her to wet around you some time when you're not expecting it instead of setting it up. Also, getting the mind off the wetting instead of concentrating on it might make it easier to pee, like patiently talking or reading for a while until there's an urge that you can just let happen.
  8. I told my partner while we were dating. I just said it. "I have a fetish. I like peeing my pant." It turned out he was also a fetishist, even if he wasn´t into the same thing as me. With such an honest start it was natural to invite each other to our kinks, and now after lots of communication (and some trial and error) we´re both enjoying it all, and we help each other explore new aspects of both our own and the other person´s fetish. I wet with him, he wets for me, we roleplay, he listens when I talk about my solo adventures, he´s teasing me, he´s supportive of my friendship with other omo enthusiasts and we have long deep discussions about our fetishism and all the good things it brings us. I can´t really explain how much it means to me. If I had been looking only for someone who shared my kinks I would never have met this guy, so I really want to encourage people to primarily look for someone you really like as a person and can communicate well with. Then when it comes to kinks be honest, openminded and willing to let them in.
  9. With a summer of family vacations ahead of me, and a minimum of opportunities for omo, I thought that I´d get the best out of the last week on my own. I challenged myself to wet every day, but in different settings every time. A week to celebrate wetting diversity. Here is how it turned out. MONDAY: LATEX UNDERWEAR I had never tried latex clothing before, and it was my partners suggestion to buy me some, to see how it is to wet them. To try something completely new would be a good start of this week, I thought. I managed to put them on (a bit tricky) and we went in to the bathroom. Even if I had been needing to pee for a while I found it hard to really let go, so I started peeing little by little. Soon the panties started to bulge. It was like filling a water balloon. A very strange feeling. After filling up a bit more I could slosh the pee around with my hand, and it was kind of nice to stimulate myself without really touching. I just put some pressure on the “balloon” and let the waves of my own pee roll over me. When I peed it felt like peeing while you´re taking a bath, because the pee just went straight into the lake surrounding me. And the underwear hadn´t leaked one single drop yet. We were almost nervous what would happen when I kept peeing, if everything would just pop and splash out suddenly, but it didn´t. After a while some was trickling down my legs though, and I noticed that if I put too much pressure with my hand on the underwear, or moved my legs around, it would leak. Bending my knees resulted in gushing on the floor. The experience was more fun and interesting than sexy, to be honest. It didn´t really kick my fetish buttons. I´m just too much of a pants wetter. But it could be exciting to wear them under regular clothing and not really know when they will start leaking and wet my pants. Must try that some other time. TUESDAY: BIKE WETTING AND RAIN WETTING I was going to town in some errands, and the plan was to wet my shorts on my bike on the way, swim in the city lake, change, do my shopping and head home. I waited until I needed to pee and headed out. I took the shortest route, and it was busy with traffic from both cars and other cyclists. I only let out spurts when there was nobody nearby, but I still managed so soak the seat of my blue shorts well, and I could see the drops falling down. When I got to town I had to pass by what seemed to be a big group of tourists from another country out on a stroll around the lake. I came behind and passed them by. I kept going until I reached a beach where I was alone. I parked my bike, took my shoes and t-shirt off, but then I saw the long line of tourists coming my way and I realized I didn´t have time to go into the water before they started to pass me by. I didn´t want to have their staring tourist eyes all over my exotic soaked ass, and I also still needed to pee and didn´t know if the water temperature was warm enough to allow my bladder to relax there. So I just quickly sat down in the grass, and discreetly wet myself right there, as the groups were slowly passing by. They were still staring at me, but I knew there was no way they could see what I was doing. Once they had all passed by, and before someone else came, I hurried out on the bridge and jumped in. I was surprised to find the water comfortably warm, and could enjoy my swim for a while, but it started to rain, and I thought I might get up, get dressed and put my rain jacket on before it started gushing down. I also took some tissues and cleaned my bike a little. Just as I also wiped my left shoe where I had seen some pee trickle down, a dog walker stopped and started talking to me “Have you… (wet yourself? Peed your pants? Had an accident? How did she know?)…been swimming?” (Yeah, of course) “Oh yeah, it was actually pretty warm” I said, and we talked a bit before we parted ways. To go swimming for some reason always leads to conversations with strangers, especially early or late in the season when people think I’m crazy because the water is so cold. The fun thing is, I have almost always just peed myself when this happens, and if they knew that, they would probably think it made perfect sense for me to jump in and get myself clean. But I keep that part to myself. I did my errands, and had one left, a big popular secondhand store in the outskirts of the town where I wanted to look for some birthday gifts for my partner. But I really needed to pee again. I guess I never emptied completely before. Suddenly wetting again on the way home felt like a good idea, but then I wouldn´t be able to concentrate on the shopping, so I decided to just go and pee in the next store anyway, since I knew they had bathrooms. I got up on my bike, and the rain was now pouring down. My black sport pants were soon wet. And then it struck me that I could basically do whatever now and nobody would see a thing. After 5 more minutes of biking in the rain towards the industrial area, I was even more soaked and made my decision. I let the first spurt out still on the bike when I was turning in to the parking lot by the store. As I parked my bike I peed myself right there with lots of cars and people passing by. Not a full flooding, but enough to go down my legs, as I let some pressure go, before I went in to do my shopping, drenched in both rainwater and pee, but fully comfortable. When I was done there I got out to my bike again, and this time I just stood there with my back against the building, relaxed and carelessly let the pee flow into my pants as the cars kept passing me by. I stopped and looked down my legs. Nothing really showed so I let go again, no longer even caring about the shoes. It felt amazing. WEDNESDAY: DIAPERED BEDWETTING I have told you before about how hard it was for me to accept my love for peeing my pants. It took many years of shame. When I finally came to embrace it, I wasn´t ready to accept that I also had some interest and curiosity in diapers, so this took another little while for me to start exploring. First experimenting with towels, then I bought a package of dry-nites for teens in the supermarket just to see if they would possibly fit me. They are really tight, but I can actually wear them without discomfort. I like the feeling of being protected and start peeing into a diaper. I like the possible sneakiness about it. But after I have wet there´s something missing. The feeling of wet fabric against my skin, the look and humiliation of peed pants are important parts of my fetish that I don´t get from a diaper wetting so it just doesn´t turn me on as much. It doesn’t mean I don´t like it. It´s still very comfortable and relaxing. So, the night before Wednesday I slept diapered with plans to wet in the morning. The earlier times I´ve done this have been really bad for my sleep, but this time I didn´t have a night shift ahead of me or anything so I could be more relaxed. I still woke up a bit too early, but I just stayed in bed, as I felt the need to pee starting to come. I have never been a bedwetter, not even as a small kid or while completely drunk. My body seems to have strong barriers. So to just lie there fully protected and allow it to happen feels so wrong and so cool. It took a while before I could let a few leaks out, but then after some time I started peeing in longer spurts, feeling the warm diaper swell up. I started my morning routine of checking my phone while still peeing what was left in my bladder, and now my diaper was at its limit and the wet patch on the protective sheet was growing. I felt a little bit turned on, but since I have found it hard to really get there during diaper play, I boosted myself with some stories of sneaky diaper wettings in public from the Omutsu section on here, and it worked just fine. What a great start of the day. THURSDAY: JEANS WETTING WITH PRIVATE SCENARIO Thursday was busy. Work all day, and then I´d go directly from work to beer and karaoke with my friends. Some of the rules I have when it comes to omo play are “don´t do it at work”, “don´t do it around friends”, and “don´t do it in public while under influence of alcohol”. So what I planned for this day was to wet myself at home at night, but spice it up with some build up on the way home. Trying to think of an embarrassing public scenario that I would imagine myself to end up in. This is something I do pretty often, and it usually adds a lot to the excitement of the wetting. It´s like roleplaying with myself, and combined with the real physical sensations it has often created a memory I can go back to in my mind, almost feeling like the imagined accident happened for real. I had a great night out, and five beers later I was on the train home with a bladder starting to fill up after the last bathroom visit at the pub. I had met a friend on the pub who lived in the same area so instead of getting into my scenario I had to sit all the way listening to him ranting about his loyalty against his workplace as he had been offered a new job somewhere else, and he didn´t know what to do… I got off the train and headed home, needing to pee, not yet desperate, but in my head I had been holding for a long time. Me and my imagined friends were going out partying in the city, had to walk a bit to the place, and I was really longing for the relief. Once I got inside my home and looked for a towel to place on the floor so that the puddle wouldn´t spread all over, my bladder started to spasm a bit. I was in front of the mirror, but I was also in the line to a night club, realizing I wouldn´t be able to hold it if they didn´t let us in soon, and that my grey jeans wouldn´t hide anything if something happened. Then I peed myself. Everything just came out, and all I could think of was “How amazing aren´t these jeans to pee in?” I tried to think of the scenario, but it was 1.30 am, I was a bit drunk and it just kept coming back to how great it felt and how the jeans did such a perfect job spreading my pee all over myself with very little ending up on the floor. Lesson learned – scenarios are better played when you have more focus. It didn´t really add much to it this time but it was still a great wetting (because how awesome aren´t those jeans...) It´s also obvious that there is no recipe for the perfect wetting experience. What works best varies from time to time. FRIDAY: STRESS LEAKS As much as I love slowly losing control during extreme desperation, it´s something I for bladder health reasons only do on very special occasions, and that kind of loss of control has only happened to me when I planned it and chugged much more water than my body needed. I just don´t ever get urgently desperate in my daily life. But there are other ways I can make myself lose control, at least a little bit. I have the typical stress leaks after childbirth. It happens usually while running but also sometimes while walking fast, especially downhill, and it doesn´t have to be a lot in my bladder when this happens. This is a matter of conflicting feelings for me. I have been proud of my strong bladder, and the ability to fully control in what situations I wanna get wet, so it annoys me to see that I don´t always have that control anymore. But I´m determined to find ways to enjoy even my genuine small accidents. One thing I do for fun sometimes is to wear some light colored jeans and take a walk without peeing beforehand, knowing that if I leak a few times before I´m home it might almost or slightly soak through my jeans, and it´s exciting not really knowing if it will happen or not. This time I chose my yellowish jeans. I had found them on the shelf at work where people put clothes they no longer use so that others can have them. I don´t like the color, but they fit me well, so I just use them for omo stuff. I headed out for an hour long route this time, through the village, across the motorway, into the forest, and then back home. I was only needing to pee a little bit when I left, but had been drinking a couple of big glasses of water so I knew it would hit my bladder sooner or later. It did when I was halfway through the forest. I had some urges to pee when I stopped to take photos, and could feel the pee right close at the opening as I walked, but I was still dry when I crossed the motorway bridge that took me back to the village. I started to think that I might actually make it home dry. How boring. But there were still some long steep downhills left, and I knew they would probably get me. Down the first hill, there it was. A few warm drops slipping out into my underwear. But it was so little. I was over the last hill and almost home. I clenched my muscles and held on well. A bit too well. So the last few steps downhill I was speeding up my pace, stretching my legs, and was soon rewarded with a bigger warm leak coming out. I quickly touched my crotch, and it was possibly a bit damp, but all wetness was in my underwear. Once home I just couldn´t resist letting a spurt out while looking at myself in the mirror. It shut straight out and created a cute little patch on my thigh. Time for masturbation with a bladder still nicely full before going to the bathroom, shower, and get ready for work. SATURDAY: SNEAKY “SURPRISE” WETTING Another busy day. It was my fantastic, perverted boyfriend´s birthday, and we had only two hours to celebrate it before I had to go to work. Before he came I needed to wrap his present gifts, cook dinner, do laundry and of course dress up for him. Grey suit pants, a shirt, a tie, and a suit vest would make his fetish senses happy. With our tight schedule of dinner, cake eating, cuddling and sex I would also need to sneak in a wetting. One of my favorite partner play is to do it unannounced, and just waiting for the other to notice. He does this to me too sometimes. This time it was a little bit too predictable though. He knew about my 7 day challenge, he even asked me how it had been so far while we were having dinner on the balcony. Of course he expected me to do it again today. But at least I managed well to hide my growing desperation and just pretend to be relaxed during dinner. When we had finished our cake and started kissing, we went to the mirror in the hallway. “Let´s see if we´re looking good together” I said, and immediately let a spurt out in my pants. I could feel it trickle all the way down my leg. When he smiled and said “Oh yeah” I first thought he had noticed me peeing, but he was just admiring the way we looked. We made out, and I peed myself again while kissing him. It was cosy. Looked down at my pants and was surprised to see the wetting still didn´t show at all. I hadn´t wet these grey pants before, and apparently, they were almost waterproof on the inside. At least for now. We were getting horny (well, we had been all the time) and S put his hand in my pants and felt my wet underwear. “Hmm… is this pee or…” he said, and I didn´t reply. But I kept letting long spurts out. “You´re wetting yourself, right?” he said after a while. I looked down, and there was a small puddle at my feet, but still not a sign on the pants. The puddle was slowly growing as the pee ran out of my leg holes, and we put a towel there before it crawled away too long. The outside of my suit pants still appeared dry and clean. That is, until we both had reached climax and my left leg was covered in cum. Now I didn´t look that presentable anymore, but it was all his fault. S went to undress, while I remained standing on my towel, now able to relax and fully empty my bladder. With this more intense stream the pee finally made it through the fabric and there were a few small dark patches in the crotch and down the legs. I guess I have found some new pants that are great for public play. SUNDAY: THE “NOT LIVING ALONE”-BATHROOM WETTING I had saved something great for Sunday. It was my last work shift before vacations, I would be home around 10 pm and as a grand finale I was of course gonna soak my work uniform pants. That has kind of turned into a traditional thing. To add a little special to it, I planned to go down to the beach walk before heading home, sit and watch the sunset as I flooded my pants and maybe take some amazing photos. I had stayed well hydrated all day at work, and my last glasses of water were really kicking in on the train ride home. I couldn´t really think of something else. I knew I could hold it without problem, but the relief would be fantastic. Jumping off the train full of both pee and anticipation, I got a phone call. It was my ex. Our kid had changed his mind and insisted to come to me now instead of in the morning as we had planned. They´d be here in 10 minutes. So, all the nice build up for nothing. I waited by the train stop until they arrived, and I managed to hide both disappointment and the growing need to pee while walking home. I knew I was also in some way lucky. Had I got that phone call just 20 minutes later I would have had something much more embarrassing to try and hide. Now I made it home dry and had a long unsatisfying pee in the toilet. Once the kid was asleep, I wanted to at least complete the challenge, however uninspired I felt after this fail. I locked myself into the bathroom and put on my yellow jeans from Friday. I hadn´t washed them after that small leak. I had peed in suit pants sitting on the toilet before, but not jeans, so that could be something to try. After so many wettings this week it wasn´t hard to let go and pee just as if I had been to the bathroom normally. It actually felt just the same. I peed and I heard the sound of the stream hitting the water, the only difference was that my whole butt was getting warm at the same time. Nothing showed in the front, but of course I ended up with a huge wet patch on my ass. I guess if you just have a sweater to tie around your waist you can be really sneaky with a wetting like that even in public places. So my wetting diversity 7 day challenge was complete. It was fun and I´ll probably do it again some time, with new ideas. BONUS ON DAY 8: ACCIDENTAL WETTING Yeah, isn´t it ironic that after 7 days of deliberate wetting, on the first day of my dry season, I´m having a small unplanned accident in public? I left my kid at home, to go out for a short jog, just 2 km. I had just emptied my bladder, and I hadn´t had much to drink. That meant I should leak a few drops at most, so I didn´t consider it risky to put on my green cotton shorts instead of something more discreet. Well… This day I was wrong about it. I think I had just been running for one minute, when I started leaking. My bladder still felt completely empty so I kept running, but I also kept leaking. Soon I realized it had soaked through my shorts, and the insides of my legs were wet. It was ok in the front, but I had no idea what it looked like from behind. I knew it must be a patch showing. I was just wearing a t-shirt and had no chance to cover the wet crotch, so I took a shortcut home. Only a few cars passed me by, and I didn´t bump into neighbors so it wasn´t that bad. But I didn´t feel so comfortable about this. It always feels kind of boring to leak when the bladder is as good as empty but in more hiding clothes I probably would have enjoyed it more. An accident is a big turn on in my fantasy, and not always that much in reality, but I´ll just have to work on that. I hope you enjoyed reading all of this and get inspired to have your own wetting diversity week! The pics below are from Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.
  10. As a fetishist I kind of feel like I already belong to the LGBTQ+ community. I think an F could fit well into the Q. I know some people wouldn´t agree because of the lack of knowledge of how much fetishism can define your sexuality, but I think that´s where we should start. We should unite as fetishists, work together and see what we have in common instead of just complaining about how hard it is to find others who like exactly the same kink as we do, and making our own kink seem "better" by saying "there are so many other kinks that are more weird and disgusting" (i see a lot of that on here and in other online communities).
  11. My submission for the may 2022 writing competition. At first I found the prompt very challenging because who would want to pee in a sauna, that´s pretty gross, right? But once I tried and gave myself a little bit of freedom the story started writing itself in my head and I had great fun! Enjoy! WINTER SAUNA The snow squeaked under my feet as I walked from the bus stop down to the small club house. I looked forward to a relaxing time with some of the other ski club members. The winter night was peaceful, and away from the city lights the stars were so much more visible on the sky. Just like last time I was here a couple of weeks ago. Oh, the thought of that night brought back sweet memories. Peter, Jennie and Billy were already in the sauna, so I quickly changed into my swimwear, grabbed a beer, and went in there. There was no running water in this place. No bathroom. Usually we just went outside, around the corner to pee. I preferred to do it while I was swimming in the lake though, and I´m pretty sure I wasn´t the only one. But there would be no swimming today. The lake was just a huge flat surface covered with snow, and the ice so thick we would have needed a chainsaw to make a hole in it, so to cool us down we´d just have to roll in the snow. I looked out the window. Fresh snow on the ground covered what I did there last time. I had been holding my pee in all night out of laziness, and then right before we were leaving, the idea just struck me. I waited until the others had gone to change, and then I had sneaked out to the snowy beach one last time. I don´t know if you have ever done this kind of winter sauna thing. The thing is, when your body has been in the heat for such a long time you can be outside for a while without too much discomfort. But that time I had another thing on my mind. I don´t usually engage in omo activities among friends but I just couldn´t resist. I sat down on my bum and relaxed, peeing right through my swimsuit. The pee felt so hot as a contrast to the snow, and I kept the flow going in a constant stream until empty. I could feel myself sinking deeper down in the snow as the pee made it melt. I stayed there a few seconds, enjoying the silence, then I got up and rubbed myself with some snow to clean up a bit, before I went back in to change before heading home. Even if the whole bikini bottom was damp from the snow there was still an obvious pee-soaked patch reaching from the front to the back between my legs, and I felt naughty and nervous trying to cover it from the others in the changing room. That had been awesome, but I shouldn´t be doing it tonight again, I thought to myself. I should just go and squat behind the corner like the others. Yes, I´d definitely do that. We had a great time, discussing everything from politics to gossips from our last camp, and then every now and then we went out all together to cool ourselves down with the icy cold, yet so smooth snow outside. After a while, Peter and Jennie who had both been there longer than me and Billy decided that they had enough and wanted to drive home. They offered me and Billy a ride home, but we weren’t satisfied yet. We had still one beer left to drink and were in the middle of debating what album with the Smiths was the most classic one. I knew Billy had been behind the corner right after I came here, two or three hours ago. No, I´m not a creep keeping count on my friend’s toilet behaviors, it just… gets noticed. How long had It been since I went? That was back home, probably four hours ago. Now after three beers and lots of water, even if I had been sweating a lot of it out, it was not a surprise that I started to feel a need to pee. And with that feeling comes… Other urges. Excitement. Pleasurable tingling in certain areas of the body. I wasn´t attracted to Billy, and I knew I wasn´t his type either. He was just a friend. A bit stupid and annoying sometimes but that could also lead to interesting cheerful arguments. So this had nothing to do with him, but… Just sitting here, with a filling bladder starting to poke the right buttons from the inside, slowly squeezing my legs together... It became hot. That kind of burning hotness that could be mistaken for a small pee leak, even when I know it´s just another kind of wetness. My omo mind was on overload. The memories of my sneaky wetting last time started rolling in my head again. Suddenly my plans of not doing it again was far away. I wanted to wet. This pee, still contained in my bladder, craved to pass through fabric. I wasn´t yet so desperate that it showed. I´m pretty good at hiding it until I´m really on the verge. If I squirmed a bit now when Billy looked away it was only because it felt so good. We had changed our topic to Radiohead and it turned out to be an even longer discussion. The Bends had been one of the first albums I bought (yes, kids, once upon a time you actually bought expensive records in a store, and listened to the same one all day long until you could afford to buy another one next month.) and there was nothing like it. Billy didn´t agree. He said the Bends was too simple, and there was so much more soul and heart behind Ok computer. Once again – I’m not a creep (no pun intended), but I couldn´t help but notice Billy tensing up a bit. He was starting to look very restless, and sometimes looking out the windows, losing track of what we were talking about. He was holding it on purpose. He must be. There was no pee shyness in that guy, I had seen him peeing on the side of the road several times during ski trips. Why was he holding it? I didn´t understand. Soon his moves weren´t so subtle anymore. He drifted away. I swear, I did my best not to stare, and just keep on talking, pretending like nothing, but hey, I knew all those signals, and that guy was bursting. After a while we both turned silent. Me with a comfortably full bladder and doing my best not to show my amusement with the situation. Him shifting around with a nervous look on his face, and then suddenly he just jumped up. “Gotta piss”, he said, and jumped down, hurrying outside. As soon as I was alone, I took the opportunity to put a hand in my crotch, and rub myself just slightly outside of the bikini bottom. It felt fantastic, but a bit embarrassing too. Billy would return any second, so I stopped myself before the point of no return, feeling the blood pulsating, unsatisfied. Fuck this, stop being such a perv, I said to myself, and in that moment the door opened. Ok, this thing I´m not sure about but… I´m pretty sure there was a small darker patch in the front of his trunks. I just don´t think he really made it on time… And I would lie if I said I didn´t care about it, and that I didn´t have to force my eyes not to repeatedly make their way to that possible dark streak. Alright, I needed to find a new topic to talk about, to make me think of something else than my friend´s possible accidental spurt, and my own growing desperation. I tried. And I failed. And then Billy started talking instead. “What´s wrong with you? Don´t you ever pee?”, he said. I knew it. That was the reason he had held it. He had noticed I didn´t go all night and it must have annoyed him for some reason. “I just haven´t been needing to go.” “I don´t believe it. You´re just holding it to proof that women can hold it for longer than men”. “Billy, what the fuck!” I knew so well he was just trying to provoke. He wasn´t an asshole and he did share most of my values, still he sometimes joked about my dedication to feminist issues, and my strong reactions when someone made ridiculous assumptions on gender differences. I remembered that time on the party when Billy got that stupid idea about drinking “gender equality shots” with me, actually filling a slightly bigger glass for me each time, and those were so many times I can´t count as he was waiting for me to give up. Well, I got drunk, that´s true. But I didn´t get wasted and puking all night long like my dear gender equal male friend. I used to tease him a lot about that event afterwards. But let´s just say I stepped into his trap this time. “Alright Billy. If men were better at holding their pee than women, how come you´re the one who just about wet his pants 5 minutes ago, while I´m just sitting here in peace not even needing to go? “ At least I´m sure that if we weren´t already so hot from the sauna he was blushing when I said that thing about him wetting his pants. His eyes made a short little look down at his crotch as if to see if something still showed. “Alright. But you must admit you need to pee now. Or do you just pee right where you´re sitting?” I was the one to blush now. Not because of embarrassment, but because his words made my private parts go crazy. The idea of me just letting go where I was sitting on the wooden sauna deck… The pee forming a lake between my thighs, slowly running over the edge, and splashing down to the floor. Of course, it´s something super gross I would never do, but the thought of doing it right there… In the very same moment that thought crossed my mind the psychological grip of my bladder slipped. I felt hotness in my urethra and just in time managed to stop a leak from coming out. “Stop this bullshit now, how old are you?” I said. “Come on. You don´t need to proof anything anymore. You must be bursting!” Billy just smiled, waiting for an answer. Oh god, why were we even having this conversation, could it be… No. I knew him too well, he had no sexual interest in this. He was just being old good annoying Billy. For some reason he had managed to thread directly into one of my most private spots, and I must not let it show. I couldn´t tell him that I held my pee in just because it felt so good and that I wanted to wet myself as soon as I got the chance. “Actually I just don´t really need to go. Not at all. I can easily hold it until we get home”. I regretted what I just said. Why didn´t I just give up? Even if it had been some unofficial holding competition between us, I would have won it long ago. Why didn´t I just go and pee? Maybe it was the beer, that made me too proud, stupid and overconfident. Maybe I actually believed I could hold it long enough to get off the bus, reach my own house, kick my shoes off in the hallway and then just go into the bathtub in the last second, before everything came pouring down my jeans in sweet relief. Or maybe I actually liked the excitement of this. The thought of not making it. The challenge. I had been pretty comfortable so far, but after our next and last bath in the snow I was actually getting so desperate that I couldn´t think straight. Billy asked me when the buses were leaving, because I use to know that, but now I just didn´t remember. He checked his phone and said we should hurry up and get changed. I knew I should just go and pee now, but I still didn´t. I had told Billy I wasn´t desperate at all, hadn´t I? And I didn´t want to waste such a good hold on a normal boring peeing on the ground. With full concentration I went into one of the cubicles in the changing room. The pee heavy in my stomach. As I janked my bikini bottom down there was a confusion in the brain-bladder connection. “Great, we´re in the bathroom” the bladder seemed to think, and before I could stop it a trickle ran down my leg. I wiped it up with my towel, for a moment thinking about putting the towel between my legs and pee into it like a diaper… But Billy was right next to me in the other cubicle and I was too scared he would hear the noise of it and catch me in the act. Putting on my dry panties without having had relief felt just so wrong. Then the leggings. I slightly rubbed myself, as silent as I could. It made the urges go away, and I could have cum on the spot, but that would make me start breathing weirdly, and I knew an intense orgasm could make me leak too. I put my light blue jeans on instead. Could barely button them with all this pee inside of me. I now had three layers. That would secure me from showing a small leak, but the spasms I was having now were getting stronger. Bending down to put my shoes on was a struggle, and now the urge for relief was so strong that I finally decided to give up and go pee in the darkness of the ditch before the bus came. But Billy was already outside waiting for me. “The bus is coming already, come on”. He was right. The bus was a few minutes early and I saw the headlights up the road. I don´t know, maybe I didn´t have time to think, but I joined Billy speed walking to the bus stop, even if it meant a slowly dribbling warmth in my underwear with every third step. And then we stopped. The bus went over the hill coming towards us. And now standing still the biggest desperation wave suddenly hit me. A two second spurt in my pants. And another one. It was unstoppable. I was going to wet myself. Now. Right in front of Billy, and the bus that just slowed down, stopped and opened its door in front of us. I didn´t want it to happen. Not like this. In panic I put a hand inside my pocket, and I´m usually not so fast with ideas but this time I was and it saved my ass… well, for the moment. “Fuck! I forgot my phone in the changing room, gotta go back and get it and take the next bus, you go ahead, see you on Tuesday…“ The words streamed out of my mouth faster than the pee slowly in shorts spurts soaked the inside of my leggings, probably already starting to make a dark spot in the crotch of my jeans. I didn’t dare looking down to check it out. Billy fortunately only looked at my face. “Yeah, yeah. See you then!” he sighed, a little bit tired of me since it happens pretty often that I forget my belongings somewhere. He turned his back against me and got on the bus. I started walking the other direction, still clenching all my muscles. But as the bus went, so did also all the last of my will power to stay dry. This was it. I just stood there on the side of the road, as over one liter of pee flooded my pants in half a minute. The patches spread and it was running straight through the fabric in hot rivers, steaming in the cool air. It was amazing. So warm against the cold. I felt so calm and relaxed. But it soon changed. For fucks sake. What had I done? My jeans were soaked, with just a perfect evenly shaped pee stain reaching all the way from the crotch down the inside of my legs. My ass was soaked as well. I had hat kind of beautiful wet patch that even to an untrained eye can only mean one thing. That woman just totally pissed her pants. At least I was alone. Thank god I was alone. Walking back to the clubhouse the wetness against my skin wasn´t that warm anymore. I was happy I did have the keys, and didn´t have to stay out in the cold. But I couldn´t go directly inside. My shoes were filled with pee, and the feet dripping as I stepped out of the shoes. I took my socks off, sticked my feet barefoot into the snow and then I walked into the house. My now ice cold jeans were clinging to my legs, and I decided to sit in the still pretty warm sauna for a while. I found a big garbage bag to put under my ass and made sure no pee stained surface touched the wood. Alright, I had half an hour to kill until next bus. What to do? You all know what I did. I´m not gonna go into details. But after the second time it was actually perfect timing to go to the bus. Trying to ignore the fact that I had also started to smell, I got out to the bus stop again, with the empty plastic bag in my hand. In case the bus driver hesitated to allow me on the bus I would assure them I wouldn´t make a mess on the seat. I was kind of nervous when the bus arrived. I had never been so obviously wet in front of someone before. The driver looked down my pants. He definitely saw and understood what had happened, but he didn´t say anything and I couldn´t really read his face. The rest of the bus was almost empty, and I went down the aisle to pick a seat. I saw the driver turning his head against the noise of me placing the plastic bag on the seat and sitting down on it. Finally on my way home now. But I soon got reminded what always happens after a long hold. Your bladder fills up fast and you need to pee again. I was getting desperate, but now with a sore bladder and it wasn´t a pleasant feeling. With ten minutes left on the ride I decided to ease the pressure just a little bit, since I was sitting on the plastic bag, and everything. No, actually it wasn´t a decision. I just gave it a thought, and then my body cheered upon the idea, and let out a big spurt before I gave it a second thought. My wet bum felt warm again, but as the clothes couldn´t really absorb much more, it was pooling up between my legs and I managed to stop the flow with just a short delay. Soon after that the puddle overflowed and a thin stream running over the edge of the plastic covered seat created a small puddle on the floor. Fuck. I had made a mess. I felt shameful but pretended like nothing and just made sure not to let anything more out. We reached my bus stop, and I carefully got up, and tried to hold the plastic bag in a way that it wouldn´t drip while jumping out the bus to put it in the waste bin outside. On the way home from the bus stop I just relaxed as I walked, allowing leaks to happen and rewet my pants. All damage that could be done was done, so why suffer. My crotch felt warm and nice as I let it out little by little. The streets were quiet. A few cars passed me by and if they looked at me they probably saw my wet pants. I just hoped it wasn’t someone I knew. The temperatures were getting even lower, and my legs and feet felt like they were turning to ice. I was glad it was just a short walk left. I was just gonna pass by the 7-11 store and then I´d be home. I walked faster as I passed the store, in case there were people inside who could see me. Fuck. I wasn´t that lucky. I heard the doors slide open behind me just as I passed them. And then someone called my name. I turned around. I Couldn´t believe it. Walking towards me with a big bottle of coke in his hand was… Yes, of course. Billy. And there I stood, with my obvious pee stains all the way down to my feet. Frozen in place. First he looked confused, and as if he didn´t know how to react, but that was only for a short moment. Then he started laughing. “Come on, that is a stupid way of trying to make yourself warm… It gets´s cold really quickly, right?” he smiled. “Talking form experience, I guess?”, I said. (I have No idea where those words came from, because my mind felt completely blank). He just shook his head and kept laughing at me. “I will be kind. I´m not gonna force you to explain what the fuck happened. Not today. You´d better just hurry home before you catch a cold.” “Well, I was on my way…” I complained. “Sorry to interrupt you. See you! And you´re not getting a goodbye hug from me, ha ha. ” he said, gave me a little wave and walked away. Managing not to bump into anyone else I passed the next house and finally hurried up the stairs into my apartment, the warm shower, the change of pants, and the bed. Lying there exhausted I was thinking back on the whole evening. It was with very mixed feelings. Sure my full bladder had emptied itself through fabric, just like it had craved… But apart from that, absolutely nothing had ended up the way I planned it. I had for the first time wet my pants in public with zero chances to hide the aftermath. Sitting on a plastic bag in that bus and even peeing a little bit on the floor had been embarrassing and humiliating. And if that wasn´t enough, just when I thought it was over, I had been seen by my friend. My most annoyingly spiteful dear friend. The grin he had on his face as he left had told me he wouldn´t let me live this down. It was horribly awkward. And still… I was thinking about what it would be like to meet with the ski club next Tuesday. What would Billy say to me? Would he let the others know or would he just be hinting about it, making me embarrassed with subtle insinuations? The thought of this was killing me right now. I could barely wait.
  12. Not totally, I wet first standing up and was a little bit too late taking them off. But I tried at least.
  13. An hour ago. Just came home from an amazing kinky city weekend with my partner and needed a walk in the woods to calm down and get back to everyday life.
  14. Alright, if you have perfect control and just want to let out a few spurts you can probably make it and still be sure nothing ends up on the floor. But many people don´t have that control (or don´t want to have it) so I wouldn´t recommend trying. It might not be a puddle but even a few drops in the wrong place are a few drops too much in my opinion.
  15. I don't see how wetting on a train, in a bar or in a store is any better than wetting in a restaurant. Other people have to clean it, step into it and smell it either way. Let this stay as fantasies.
  16. I use period panties. I don´t know if they´re much different from incontinence panties, and I´m pretty sure some incontinet people buy them as an alibi because it´s less embarrassing. Of course I´ve tried wetting them. You can´t "pee" in them without overflowing, but small leaks and spurts works just fine, I´ve been surprised sometimes how much they hold.
  17. I was wetting myself on my bike, and half way home the dark patches down my thighs were more visible in the front than I had planned. I wasn't comfortable riding through my home village with so obviously peed in jeans, but since I had planned to end the ride swimming at the beach I was wearing my 100%pee-hiding shorts undetneath. I got an idea. There's nothing weird with stripping off your jeans along the way on a hot day, is it? On a short cut passage through the woods I parked my bike, took off my shoes and socks, and watched out for people on the trail but it was only me. I relaxed and soaked my jeans standing there bare foot on the ground. Then I took my jeans off, put my shoes back on and kept going in a state of total harmony.
  18. The embarrassing scenarios in my head. The way I can combine it with things I love, like writing or spending time in nature.
  19. I can see why you're suggesting this, it's a hot idea. But raising the risk of discovery unfortunately also means raising the level of involving nonconsenting people into my game, and that's something I try to keep at a minimum and shouldn't stretch further I think.
  20. Yes there´s something special about this combination. Even before I started wetting myself I was passionate about spending time in the woods, but adding this pleasure to it is heavenly. And even if don´t dislike a few risks in public sometimes, it´s more deliberating and relaxing to wet when I can be as good as sure not to get caught. Happy spring, I hope you´ll enjoy many more wettings!
  21. Thanks! Visible yes, but my hoodie covered it. I couldn´t restist peeing quite a lot along the way that went further down the legs, but I don´t think it was that obvious.
  22. hehe, I don´t know if they´re my favourite jeans, but they´re definitely not virgins. Very nice! That brought back good memories from my own river bench wetting last year. https://www.omorashi.org/topic/67895-fancy-photo-session-by-the-river/
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