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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from shadowbox in Ideal fetish combo   
    Bondage, tickling, forced orgasm.
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from Secretbloke in Asian Girls And Soiled Skirts   
    Max Brockman's parents had moved to India from Britain before he was born, and he did not regret their decision. While there were many problems with the country he had grown up in, there were 2 things it could not be faulted for: the sheer number of gorgeous Asian girls, and the lack of toilets for them. Once he had gone through puberty, this combination served to give more pleasure to his teenage cock than he could ever have imagined. As his mind drifted during class, he saw his elegant female classmates fidget with their skirts and drum their feet on the floor, wishing for class to be over so they could dash to the toilet at home. If only their composure would fail them, and they would foul their skirts in despair in front of him...One girl in particular took his fancy, Priya Patel, a slender beauty with her hair in a long ponytail. She seemed so intelligent and composed that his dirtiest fantasies drifted to her soiling herself in gleeful shame, after which he could rip down her knickers and...he was a horny boy. But the condoms he kept in his trouser pocket went unused.
    It was a sweltering summer day when he noticed Priya being a little more uncomfortable than usual. The girls' toilets were all closed, and they had to hold it all day, struggling with dignity. He'd never seen a girl soil herself in class before, and he wasn't getting his hopes (and his cock) up too far now, but he did wonder if he might hear a fart slip from under that blue pleated uniform skirt. But it didn't happen, and by the time class was dismissed her knickers, from what he could judge, where still spotless. But she did look deeply uncomfortable, and her hand drifted to the back of her skirt, as if trying to hold in an enormous dump. Perhaps, if he offered to walk home with her, he might see something.
    "Would you mind if I walked home with you?" he said civilly.
    "Oh...well...I wasn't expecting anyone, but..." she looked at him. He was handsome, and though her parents definitely wouldn't approve of her being seen with a white boy, a little stroll wouldn't hurt. But her guts did, and poo was pushing at her bottom. She wanted to walk home quickly to avoid too much discomfort, or even...something she dared not think about.
    "...yes, that's fine," she said, against her better judgement.
    As they walked home, Max looked at Priya's bottom flexing under the swish of her skirt. He wanted to rest his hand on it, even slip it up her skirt, but he knew he had to be civil. Groping a sophisticated Indian girl on their first date was not a good way to achieve success, not to mention being unethical. Perhaps she might slip a fart, or even...no, surely not. But her face was growing increasingly stressed from the pain in her bowels, and her bladder was aching, too. She wasn't too concerned about making it to the toilet, but she certainly couldn't take too long. Unknown to her knowledge, her friends were slowly losing control as they walked home, piddling in their knickers and billowing their skirts with farts. 3 girls had disgraced themselves already before they got home. But she was, at present, determined not to join them.
    A spasm of bowel pain made her bend over and clutch her stomach. While she managed to contain it, she became worried that Max might see something humiliating.
    "Is there anything wrong?" he asked.
    "No, I just...need to visit the toilet," she said, blushing.
    "How far are you from home?" he asked, hoping for a long while yet.
    "Not so far..." she said, encouraging herself and striding on. She had to walk faster unless she wanted to risk humiliation. Max hurried to catch up. They stopped beside a road, with traffic roaring down on both sides.
    "I have to cross here," she said, fidgeting with her skirt and gritting her teeth. "I need to wait for the right time..."
    The right time took a while to come, and Priya was growing increasingly desperate. Max looked at her white knee socks and imagined them streaked with piss and shit as his cock grew in his pants. If only...
    But eventually, their moment came.
    "Now, go," said Priya, hurrying across the road. Max followed. "Not so far now," she said, a little relieved.
    "So you think you'll make it home?" he asked.
    "Of course," she said. "Did you really think I'd disgrace myself?"

    Max was silent. He resigned himself to Priya making it to the toilet, and having to only fantasise about the humiliating accident she could have suffered. But the intervention of a moped thief changed all that. Seeing a vulnerable girl with an expensive bag, he rode up to her and wrenched it from her shoulder. Instinctively, she ran after him, shouting "Thief! Stop there, you..." she couldn't bring herself to swear. But the shock had loosened her bladder and bowels, and a wet fart burst from her bottom. She clutched it and gasped in distress. Warm wetness burst into her knickers as she started to wee, and as she tried to stop that, she started to poo. After struggling ineffectively for a few seconds, Priya Patel began to foul her skirt in torrents of urine and feces, her arse farting like a hurricane and curling turds into her knickers as piss cascaded down her legs. And Max was watching, his cock stretching in his pants, almost ripping the fly of his trousers. There was no use chasing after the thief - no one could outrun a moped - but there was a lot of use in watching a glamourous Indian girl soil herself like a baby and burst into tears.
    Max walked up to Priya and rested his hand on her shoulder. He noticed a patch of trees near the road, a little secluded. If he played this right...if...
    "What am I going to do?" said Priya. "I've lost my bag with all my books, and now my knickers...I've lost control..."
    "Never mind," he said. "I'll vouch for your story, and...well...as for the knickers...you can just take them off. Just come home in your skirt, and your parents might not notice..."
    "I suppose that's what I'll have to do," she said, sighing.
    "There are those trees over there." He gestured to them. "Come on."
    Holding her hand, he led her over to the trees. She took a deep breath, and removed her shoes.
    "You know, since we're out of sight here..." Max said, chuckling at just how naughty he was being. "And since you're taking off your knickers..."
    He produced the condom from his pocket.
    "Oh, you - " said Priya, shocked. "Well, I suppose..." She removed her socks. "I guess I could..."
    She lifted her skirt and exposed her fouled, filthy knickers, once white but now yellow and brown, loaded with involuntary turds. She slipped them down her legs, exposing her neatly trimmed pubes and her pussy. "You know, let's be naughty, as long as it's safe," she said. "It's not like I can get any more humiliated, is it..."
    Max struggled to unzip his trousers and revealed his cock. He opened the condom packet and rolled it on, struggling not to just blow his load at the intensity of the situation, and then approached Priya, slipping his hand under her skirt and feeling her damp crotch.
    "Alright..." she said. "That's alright...Oh...." Max smirked as he knew he'd found her clitoris. He played it with his fingers. Priya moaned in pleasure as she came to the edge of orgasm, made even more intense by her shame. This was going well, for a first time...but the excitement was getting to him, and if he didn't stick it in, he'd just come all over himself. Embracing and kissing Priya, he thrust his cock deep in her pussy, gasping as he started to come. He wished he'd been able to thrust for longer, but the semen blasted out of him like Priya's piss had a few minutes earlier. Recovering his breath, he slipped his cock out and removed the condom, using a tissue to clean himself. Priya was blushing from the shame, but she'd obviously enjoyed giving him her virginity.
    "Shall we meet again some time?" he asked.
    "Yes...I think so," she said, adjusting her skirt to cover her bare pussy and arse. "Hopefully not like this..."
    Hopefully at least a bit like this, Max thought.
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from M_F in Frustration with current online omo content   
    I'm not sure what you mean by this site being directed towards other things. Desperation and wetting are certainly the main focus of the site, though there is also discussion of related kinks such as diapers.
    What you're really describing here is 2 things that have happened; the mainstream has become way more aware of omorashi as a fetish, and mainstream sites are trying to become more family-friendly by removing offensive content. For example, the South Korean TV show "Marriage but not dating" featured an epic poo desperation and accident scene of an attractive woman messing her shorts which went on for much of an episode. It's hard to imagine a scene like that being made several decades ago, when it would just have been seen as gross. An Indian movie Miga Miga Avasaram had a policewoman being forced to piss her pants as a major part of the story, which again wouldn't have been made in the past because that kind of scene would have been considered taboo.
    However, as YouTube and other sites increasingly target a family friendly audience, the obviously sexual comments found on female desperation and accident videos flag them as obscene and get them removed. This means that they can only be found on sites which allow pornography, which Twitter currently seems to.
    Candid desperation is not allowed here since it's non-consensual content. You won't find people sharing that content here.
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from 124578 in Pee Book List   
    This is a pretty hot scene. I'll post the excerpt.
    *****
    Down in the arts wing, Mrs. Peters, nursing her extra-large thermos
    and a splitting headache, began to fidget. The orchestra room was far
    from the science wing, where Mr. Wrigley was slowly progressing. At this
    rate hers would be one of the last, if not the last, door to be unjammed.
    She had asked Mr. Wrigley several times if he couldn’t go faster, if he
    couldn’t take a moment and open her door first, and by the third time, he
    turned to her, brandishing a scrap of wood in his upturned tweezers. “I’m
    going as fast as I can, Mrs. Peters,” he’d said. “Going as fast as I can.Everybody’s gotta wait their turn.” He turned back to the keyhole before
    him, where Mr. Desanti, the ninth-grade math teacher, had tried to force
    his key into the lock and splintered the toothpick deep into the cylinders.
    “Everybody gotta be first,” he muttered, loud enough to be sure Mrs.
    Peters would hear. “Everybody gotta be important. Well. The man with
    the tweezers says, everybody gotta wait their turn.” He thrust the
    tweezers into the lock again, and Mrs. Peters turned away.
    That had been an hour and a half ago, and she suspected, accurately,
    that Mr. Wrigley was holding her room for last, to punish her. Fine, she
    thought. But couldn’t he at least open up the faculty lounge? She had
    checked three times now, and the door was still locked. With every
    minute that passed, she became more aware of the full thermos of coffee
    —almost an entire potful—she’d emptied while waiting. The girls’
    bathrooms had swinging doors, unlockable. Surely she would not have to
    go in there with the students, she thought; surely he would open the
    faculty lounge soon and she could use the unisex restroom there, the one
    reserved for teachers. As each minute ticked by, her impatience with Mr.
    Wrigley grew and spread to the principal, to the entire world. Couldn’t
    anyone think ahead? Couldn’t anyone prioritize? Couldn’t anyone take
    basic human needs into account? She gave up her post by the orchestra
    room and took up a new waiting spot outside the faculty lounge, her
    handbag clutched across her abdomen like a shield. Five cups of coffee
    trickled their slow way through her innards. For a few moments she
    considered simply getting into her car and driving away. She could be
    home in twenty-five minutes. But the longer she stood, the longer twenty-
    five minutes seemed, and the more certain it seemed to her that sitting, in
    any context, would bring disaster.
    “Dr. Schwab,” she said as the principal walked by. “Can’t you ask Mr.
    Wrigley to open the faculty lounge, please?”
    Dr. Schwab had had a difficult morning. It was 9:40 and half of the
    classrooms were still locked; although he’d asked teachers to bring their
    students into the classrooms and keep them there until all the doors had
    been opened, eight hundred students were still loose in the hallways.
    Some of them had spilled out onto the steps; groups of them had formed
    circles on the lawn, laughing and kicking hacky sacks and, in some cases,
    even smoking right there on school property. He rubbed his temple with
    one knuckle. Beneath his collar his neck began to chafe, and he wiggled a
    finger beneath his tie.“Helen,” he said with as much patience as he could muster, “Mr.
    Wrigley is going as fast as he can. In the meantime, the girls’ bathroom is
    right down the hall. I’m sure you can use it just this one time.” He headed
    off, doing quick mental calculations. If everyone was back in the
    classrooms by 10:30—which seemed optimistic—they could run an
    abbreviated schedule, with each period running thirty-four minutes
    instead of fifty—
    Mrs. Peters waited another fifteen minutes and then could wait no
    more. She squeezed the handles of her purse tighter, as if that would
    somehow help, and trotted down the hallway to the girls’ bathroom. It
    was the main restroom, positioned right where the main hallway met the
    main staircase, and even on a normal day it was crowded. Today it was
    mobbed. A group of boys stood in a ring outside, smashing the apples
    from their lunches against their foreheads and egging each other on with
    guttural roars. A group of girls clustered around the water fountain, half
    of them pretending not to notice the boys, the other half of them flirting
    with the boys outright. Above them, a mural of a shark looked down with
    a gaping mouth. Mrs. Peters felt a brief pang of irritation at their youth,
    their frivolity, their ease. On a normal day she would have told them to
    move along, or demanded hall passes from each one, but today she was in
    no condition to care.
    She elbowed her way through the crowd. “Excuse me. Excuse me.
    Boys. Girls. A teacher needs to get through.”
    Inside, the bathroom was crammed with girls. Girls gossiping, girls
    fixing their hair, girls primping. Mrs. Peters nudged her way past with
    increasing urgency. “Excuse me. Girls. Excuse me, girls.” Every girl in the
    bathroom looked up, wide-eyed, at the intrusion.
    “Hi, Mrs. Peters,” said Lexie. “I didn’t know teachers ever used this
    bathroom.”
    “The faculty lounge is still locked,” Mrs. Peters said in what she hoped
    was a dignified tone. Around her she noticed that all the girls had gone
    silent. In ordinary circumstances she would have approved of this sign of
    respect, but today she would have preferred to be ignored. She turned
    and headed for the farthest stall, by the window, but when she reached it
    she found that it had no door.
    “What happened to the door?” she asked stupidly.
    “It’s been broken forever,” Lexie said. “Since the first week of school.
    They really ought to fix it. You come in here and there’s only three stalls
    you can use and you end up being late for class.”Mrs. Peters didn’t bother to listen to the rest of Lexie’s speech. She
    yanked the door of the next stall open and slammed it behind her. With
    trembling hands she slid the latch into place and fumbled with her skirt.
    But at the sight of the white porcelain bowl her body—which had been
    waiting for nearly two and a half hours—could resist no longer. With a
    tremendous gush her bladder gave way, and Mrs. Peters felt a warm rush
    flood down her legs, and a spreading puddle snaked its way across the
    tiles and out of the stall.
    From behind the flimsy partition Mrs. Peters heard someone say, “Oh.
    My. God.” Then a shocked, utter silence. She held completely still, as if—
    she thought irrationally—the girls outside might simply forget about her.
    The silence seemed to stretch itself out like taffy. The damp patch on her
    skirt, and her soaked pantyhose, turned chilly. And then the giggling
    began, the kind of giggles that grew all the more obvious for being stifled.
    Bags were quickly zipped. Footsteps scurried into the hallway. Mrs.
    Peters heard the door swing open, then shut, and a few moments later
    she heard roars of laughter from the hallway. She stayed in the stall a
    long time, until she heard Dr. Schwab on the P.A. system informing
    everyone that all doors were now unlocked and all students should be in
    class or risk detention. When she came out into the bathroom again, it
    was empty, and she left concealing her stained skirt with her pocketbook,
    refusing to look at the puddle, which was slowly trickling past the sinks
    toward the drain in the corner.
    If anyone in second-period orchestra rehearsal noticed that Mrs.
    Peters was wearing different clothing when class began at last, no one
    said a word. They practiced the Offenbach and the Barber and Mozart’s
    Twenty-fifth with blank faces. But the word had already spread. It would
    be days before, pausing outside the classroom, she heard someone refer
    to her as “Mrs. Pissers,” and it would be years—well past her retirement—
    before the nickname and story, passed down from class to class, faded
    away.
    *****
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from Ms. Tito in not that weird   
    You don't have to tell people you're a virgin. I didn't tell my first sexual partner and I was an adult at the time. And I can tell you that while I prefer masturbating to Omorashi fantasies rather than sexual ones, the actual experience of fucking is marvellous.
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from ILoveOmorashi in Worst Jobs for Women Needing to Pee   
    The most awkward of all would be if she pisses herself in front of teenage boys. Some of them might find they like it, and start putting up a tent in their trousers at the sight of it...
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from Foolishthree in Famous people that are one of us   
    Some historical figures:
    Mozart wrote a load of scatological letters, sometimes including the subject of women soiling themselves. He also wrote a song called "lick my arse".
    Havelock Ellis wrote about piss fetishism in his sexology books.
    James Joyce wrote love letters about women's farts and toilet accidents.
    Georges Bataille featured skirt wetting prominently in "Story of the Eye".
    Chuck Berry got into trouble for secretly filming women using the toilet (not an example to follow, but an example nonetheless).
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from ILoveOmorashi in Famous people that are one of us   
    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mozart_and_scatology 
    Well, I wish you good night, but first,
    Shit in your bed and make it burst.
    Sleep soundly, my love
    Into your mouth your arse you'll shove.
    As for Joyce, he wrote excerpts like this:
    “The smallest things give me a great cockstand—a whorish movement of your mouth, a little brown stain on the seat of your white drawers, a sudden dirty word spluttered out by your wet lips, a sudden immodest noise made by you behind and then a bad smell slowly curling up out of your backside.”
    https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/74934/13-nsfw-lines-james-joyces-incredibly-dirty-love-letters 
    For Bataille, the scenes are throughout "Story of the Eye".
    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Story_of_the_Eye 
    https://online.fliphtml5.com/xbie/zmei/#p=2
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from ILoveOmorashi in Famous people that are one of us   
    Some historical figures:
    Mozart wrote a load of scatological letters, sometimes including the subject of women soiling themselves. He also wrote a song called "lick my arse".
    Havelock Ellis wrote about piss fetishism in his sexology books.
    James Joyce wrote love letters about women's farts and toilet accidents.
    Georges Bataille featured skirt wetting prominently in "Story of the Eye".
    Chuck Berry got into trouble for secretly filming women using the toilet (not an example to follow, but an example nonetheless).
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from Secretbloke in Messing Turn ons   
    A demure woman desperately struggling to contain her urges, then utterly failing at that and experiencing disgraceful release...pure erotic appeal, whether it's piss or shit involved.
    Just look at my avatar - a gorgeous Thai woman drops a load in her uniform skirt in desperate anguish.
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    Uniform Skirt reacted to Johnny Voodoo in [request] Elevator desperation from YouTube   
    is it this?
    FullSizeRender.MOV
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    Uniform Skirt reacted to Renatatswet in [request] Elevator desperation from YouTube   
    I'm also interested in seeing this.
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    Uniform Skirt reacted to Renatatswet in Scene from a mainstream movie "El búfalo de la noche"   
    I came across it on VK. A woman wants to have sex with a guy, but he refuses. When they finally do end up in bed she straddles him and pees on him. I don't know the back story as I haven't seen the film...
    The_Night_Buffalo.mp4
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from Antispam in urge film found   
    I'm so glad she actually had the courage to end the film with an embarrassing accident! I love seeing a hot woman desperate, but even more when she doesn't make it!
    Given all the contrived events, without context I'd actually think this was a fetish movie. It's a bit convenient that all the toilets are out of order like that...
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from nappypants in Rachel Riley (Countdown)   
    It wouldn't be worth asking men if they've ever pissed outside. Who has not? But so many women have a story of going in their pants that everyone else should hear...
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    Uniform Skirt reacted to Thegame123 in Rachel Riley (Countdown)   
    One more the the uk audiences who will know who Rachel Riley is. For those who don’t she is a stunningly gorgeous blond who is also super smart and a math genius, mainly famous from the show Countdown. She is close to my ideal woman (apart from being a Man United fan).
     
    Anyway recently she was a guest in a comedy panel show called Odd couples. One of the tasks on this was to be hooked up to a lie detector while a partner asked questions. One of the questions Rachel was asked was do you wee in the shower? She was bashful and quietly answered yes mentioning that since having a child everything was out of the window. I found this super hot that such a this gorgeous smart woman admitted to peeing in the shower. After this section the hosts made a bit of fun of this answer asking her partner what he felt about it which he replied it was fun, but denying that she ever did it on him. They then discussed golden showers more in a comedy setting. 
     
    A little bit later in the show they had another lie detector game and this time Rachel was asked if she ever weed anywhere else other than a toilet. She said she hadn’t but that popped up as a lie. She was again bashful and then shared a very quick story about drinking too much at uni and going on a bike, she stated it was raining so nobody knew anything until today. That was the only detail she gave on this story but she obviously wet herself on a bike while at uni. 
     
    If you are based in the UK it’s definitely worth checking out the episode on All 4. 
     
    I’ve also added a link below to some headline caused by this show. 
     
    https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-11631737/amp/Countdowns-Rachel-Riley-admits-uraintes-shower.html
     
     
     
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from WetterMesser in Famous people that are one of us   
    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mozart_and_scatology 
    Well, I wish you good night, but first,
    Shit in your bed and make it burst.
    Sleep soundly, my love
    Into your mouth your arse you'll shove.
    As for Joyce, he wrote excerpts like this:
    “The smallest things give me a great cockstand—a whorish movement of your mouth, a little brown stain on the seat of your white drawers, a sudden dirty word spluttered out by your wet lips, a sudden immodest noise made by you behind and then a bad smell slowly curling up out of your backside.”
    https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/74934/13-nsfw-lines-james-joyces-incredibly-dirty-love-letters 
    For Bataille, the scenes are throughout "Story of the Eye".
    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Story_of_the_Eye 
    https://online.fliphtml5.com/xbie/zmei/#p=2
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from DesperateJill in Famous people that are one of us   
    Some historical figures:
    Mozart wrote a load of scatological letters, sometimes including the subject of women soiling themselves. He also wrote a song called "lick my arse".
    Havelock Ellis wrote about piss fetishism in his sexology books.
    James Joyce wrote love letters about women's farts and toilet accidents.
    Georges Bataille featured skirt wetting prominently in "Story of the Eye".
    Chuck Berry got into trouble for secretly filming women using the toilet (not an example to follow, but an example nonetheless).
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from PStain in Messing Turn ons   
    A demure woman desperately struggling to contain her urges, then utterly failing at that and experiencing disgraceful release...pure erotic appeal, whether it's piss or shit involved.
    Just look at my avatar - a gorgeous Thai woman drops a load in her uniform skirt in desperate anguish.
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    Uniform Skirt reacted to WetterMesser in Girlfriend Wets Her Pants in Atomic Wedgie   
    I don't know why this video is so low resolution. I think it got compressed, but I will hopefully have a higher resolution version soon. This is a video my GF took for me of her wetting herself in an atomic wedgie.
    VID_109690822_152931_296.mp4
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from WetterMesser in Famous people that are one of us   
    Some historical figures:
    Mozart wrote a load of scatological letters, sometimes including the subject of women soiling themselves. He also wrote a song called "lick my arse".
    Havelock Ellis wrote about piss fetishism in his sexology books.
    James Joyce wrote love letters about women's farts and toilet accidents.
    Georges Bataille featured skirt wetting prominently in "Story of the Eye".
    Chuck Berry got into trouble for secretly filming women using the toilet (not an example to follow, but an example nonetheless).
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from ral in What/when made Omo a "thing" for you?   
    BDSM and the contrast between a woman trying to appear ladylike and inevitably giving in to her urges. That's why I chose Uniform Skirt as a name since it's what an elegant high school girl or office lady would wear before disgracing herself.
    It's just a part of my sexuality though and I also like bondage, spanking, upskirt, and straight fucking as well.
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    Uniform Skirt reacted to FilthyPhoenix in More Examples of Omo in History   
    I may be wrong as I don't feel obligated to go researching the sexual history of Adolf Hitler, but I'm about 90% certain that anything about him having a piss/shit fetish was just a rumor to make him sound even more insane.
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from ILoveOmorashi in Famous people that are one of us   
    When it comes to whether or not a scene is kinky I'd say it's about how detailed it is. A passing piss joke on South Park is just a laugh, whereas something like the South Korean show "Marriage but not dating" where a whole episode revolves around a gorgeous woman desperately squirming and soiling her shorts clearly goes a bit past a comedy gag.
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    Uniform Skirt got a reaction from DesperateJill in Famous people that are one of us   
    When it comes to whether or not a scene is kinky I'd say it's about how detailed it is. A passing piss joke on South Park is just a laugh, whereas something like the South Korean show "Marriage but not dating" where a whole episode revolves around a gorgeous woman desperately squirming and soiling her shorts clearly goes a bit past a comedy gag.
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