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wendywetpants

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  1. I have not wet myself accidentally (with the exception of tiny dribbles while sneezing, the last being a few months ago) since I was about four years old. Deliberately, however, is another matter... The last time was two days ago, I just had about an hour to myself, so I quickly changed into a pair of light gray linen pants, loose-fitting and wide-legged, and let loose. The wet spot was REALLY obvious! Then I got the laundry started, took a quick shower, and changed back into the loungewear I had been wearing earlier. Nobody the wiser!
  2. Hi, fellow dribblers and gushers! I've been in a position lately where my interest in wetting has been very much ON, but my opportunities to browse and/or indulge have been very limited. Therefore, I have resorted to an old standby — making up shit in my head and writing it down. A Word document, after all, is very easy to minimize and hide and does not look particularly sus, and now I have A LOT of pages with something that is essentially explicit wetting smut. I want to share it here, but I thought I would ask what the best way of posting it is. Is it better to just keep adding the subsequent parts as new comments whenever I get them finished, or should I add them all separately? I'm thinking it's best to keep it all in one place, right? And how do I handle tags if I do that? Should I add tags that apply to the whole story, even if the things that are referenced by the tags do not appear until a later instalment? Can I edit the tags as I add instalments? Suggestions welcome.
  3. I feel I may be in the minority here, but I find I have no interest in finding a partner to engage in this with, nor do I particularly want to tell my husband. I'm sure he'd be supportive, even if it is not something he would necessarily find arousing, but I have thought about it, and I concluded that it is something I would prefer to keep to myself. It may be because my focus and my interest in wetting is so intrinsically linked to how it *feels* when I do it, I have no interest in describing it with words and involving another person in the moment? Idk. For me, it's a private and personal activity, and I don't think *for me* it would heighten the experience at all to have another person there. I also do not care for the humiliation aspect, or accidents or anything that could be seen by others, that is not part of the thrill for me. (Stories and fantasies are another matter; I like reading about desperation and accidental wettings, they are just not something I would *do*, because it would jeopardize the whole point of keeping this private and secret.) So why am I on here, then...? "Because on the internet, no one knows you're a dog." I can be anonymous here. Nobody knows who I am. Truthfully, I think I would be very embarrassed if anyone in my life knew about this interest. It's not that I think it's shameful, I don't. But I'm a very private person. I don't do Sex and the City-type friendships, where they talk about anything. Most people would probably think of me as a very vanilla, straight-laced kind of person, which in many ways I am. Just not in this particular respect...
  4. So, like I said on my last post, it’s been almost a year since I was last active on here. Wetting has been an interest I’ve had since childhood, but it very much comes and goes, waxes and wanes — ebbs and flows. In inactive periods, I never know when it will come back, but it always does. Suddenly I will find myself day-dreaming about wetting my pants, and it inevitably leads to putting it into practice. I have been thinking about wetting myself for a couple of weeks now, with increasing frequency. The other day I was on the bus home from an errand in town. I had to pee, and all I could think about was the long raincoat I was wearing, which goes all the way down to my knees. “I could let some pee out right now and nobody would see anything!” The thought became more and more intrusive, and as I stepped off the bus at my stop, I had all but decided to go for it. I was wearing dark blue, wide-legged pants under my raincoat. The entire walk from my stop to my house I was thinking about letting some pee out into my pants, and I relaxed enough to keep it *right* at the opening, but in the end, I chickened out. I had not wet these particular pants before, and I had no idea how much a wet spot would show. I did also need to pee quite urgently, and while I wasn’t exactly desperate, I was afraid I would not be able to pinch off the stream immediately. I was wearing a long coat, but with the wide legs of the pants, wetness could be unpredictable. I was not raining anymore, so I did not want obvious wet spots suddenly appearing on my legs below my coat if something did not go according to plan. Hence the chickening out… Once safely inside the privacy of my own home, however… Heart hammering from the excitement, I let myself dribble slowly and deliberately into my panties for a few seconds. It felt incredible! So warm and wet. It’s been months since the last time now. Amazingly, all the wetness was contained by my cotton underwear, save for a lone trickle, which tickled as it ran down my left leg and onto the floor. My pants did not get wet at all. How would they show wetness? I pulled the wide pantlegs outward from my hips, so that they were touching the insides of my thighs, and let some more out. Maybe ten seconds this time? Slowly and deliberately — no gushing flood. Just the way I like it. It felt sooo good as the warm wetness seeped slowly into the fabric, wicking its way down my thighs when my underwear could no longer contain it all. To my astonishment, the wetness was virtually undetectable, even up close and in bright daylight. What?! The potential! I only had limited time by myself that day, so I went into clean-up mode immediately, but I decided on the spot (hah!) that I would take these pants and my long raincoat out for an adventure again. And actually go through with it. And just the other day I did! I knew I’d have some time to myself that afternoon, so that morning I started drinking large quantities of water. With frequent trips to the bathroom, I soon had my kidneys working at full capacity, and I got ready to go out. I had an errand to run, anyway, so it was all good. I put on cotton bike shorts under my wide-legged pants, because I wanted something more than just my underwear that would hold the wetness against my skin. As soon as I put them on, I let a little dribble out. Just to get me started, and just enough to get a little wet spot at the crotch. As preparation, you know? The wetness felt lovely against my skin, and my heart started hammering with anticipation for what I was about to do. I already had to pee when I left the house. I wasn’t yet desperate, but the need was quite pressing and getting close to uncomfortable, and under normal circumstances, I would have gone to the bathroom already by now. Given how quickly my bladder had been filling up, I was expecting to be quite desperate by the time I returned home, even though my errand would not take me long. I never really do holds, so the unfamiliar territory heightened my anticipation. My route to my errand took me through a large park. There were people around, but nobody very close to me. As I was walking, I could feel my bladder filling up. I did not feel the need to hold myself or dance around, but if I’d suddenly had to cough or sneeze, I don't think I would have been able to manage without leaking. I haven’t done many sneaky wettings in public before, but the few times I’ve done it, I have struggled to be able to let it flow while walking. I’ve always had to stop to pretend to look at something or stretch, or whatever, to be able to let go. Today, I concentrated really hard as I was approaching the building where I was going, and as I crossed the parking lot, I was able to manage a little dribble, just a couple of seconds. It felt amazing! My heart was racing, and I could feel the warm wetness spread out all across my crotch area and toward the back. I did it! The rush I got from the sensation of pee trickling out into my pants in broad daylight with other people nearby who did not suspect a thing was mind-blowing! I’m sure I was both flushed and absent-minded as I completed my errand, because all I could think about was the hidden wetness in my pants. I exited the building and started walking home again. I really had to pee now — my tiny dribbles had done nothing to ease the building pressure in my bladder. Since I find it easier to release my pee when I’m not moving, I stopped for a second and pretended to read something on my phone. I don’t think I could have focused on my phone screen even if I had wanted to, though, because all my focus was on my bladder muscles, as I relaxed and let some more pee flow into my pants. It was not quite a gush, but more than a dribble, so… a trickle? A spurt? I let the deliciously naughty, warm, wet pee flow into my pants for five-six seconds before I pinched off the stream. With my bladder as full as it was, it was harder than I expected to stop the flow, and I had a tiny flutter of panic before I managed. My entire crotch was warm and wet, front and back, as well as the top part of the inside of my thighs. Nothing was visible to anyone, thanks to my coat, and I had not felt any trickles down my legs below my bike shorts, but the crotch area of my pants was soaked! This felt very much like a proper wetting, more so than the tiny, sneaky dribbles I have done in the past. The feeling was exhilarating! I had really done it! I had sneakily and secretly wet myself in public! I started walking again, and the warm wetness quickly cooled. My bike shorts had soaked through to my pants, and the wet pantlegs clung to me as I walked, impossible to ignore. My brain kept shouting: “I wet myself! I wet myself! I peed my pants! I actually peed my pants in public!” It was an exhilarating feeling to know that I had truly done it: I wet myself in public, and nobody could see! The THRILL! My heart was racing so fast! My longer spurt had taken the edge off my urgent need to pee, but the pressure soon built again, and by the time I was getting close to my house, my bladder was so full, it was starting to hurt. Almost without thinking, I let another little spurt out as I walked up the steps to my house. The thighs of my bike shorts were so wet by now. Once inside, I took my coat off and inspected the damage. From the front, nothing was visible, but from the back… There was a definite wet spot, unmistakable, in an upside-down U-shape across my butt and down the backs of my thighs. Thank God for long coats, right? I was still bursting, though, and not wanting my wet fun to end, I stepped into my shower, squatted down, and emptied my bladder right through my clothes. The relief was euphoric! My bladder was so full, and I’m not used to holding this long. I just kept going… and going… and going… I made a huge puddle on the tiled floor in my shower. I don’t think I’ve ever wet in my clothes while squatting down before. I usually do it standing up, to feel it running down my legs, but this way was nice too! The wetness spread across my butt in unexpected ways, and the pee splashed onto the floor from multiple spots where it had soaked through my clothes; it wasn’t just a single stream. Afterwards, when I stood up, I could feel the wetness from my soaked backside wick and wind its way down the backs of my legs, but as the lower parts of my pantlegs had not gotten wet before, they absorbed it all and nothing dripped on the floor. Reveling in the sensation of wet clothes against my skin, I did some chores around the house before I threw everything in the wash and went to take a shower.
  5. So… it’s been almost a year since I was last active on here. I have a more detailed account of recent experiences that is coming, but I thought I'd add this little short one. 100% true experience, and it happened to me a few months ago. I was not "in the mood" for any wet fun at the time, and my omo interest was also in "off mode", which is the way it usually is for me. I have some intense periods in "on mode", where wetting is almost all I can think about, and then, when I've had my fill, it goes away, and it does not cross my mind again in months. When this happened, I had not thought about wetting or anything related to it in months. I was going to a cabin in the mountains for the weekend with some of my oldest friends. I had been sick the week leading up to it. Not covid (I got tested), just a regular old cold. Those are still around. I was sniffling, coughing and sneezing, but I was starting to feel better, so I still went. (Miraculously, none of my friends caught it.) Anyway, we arrive at the cabin, and as I stepped out of the car, I was hit with a wave of sneezes - three or four in a row. To my horror, I could feel a tiny spurt of pee gush out into my pants with every sneeze. Now, I normally don't leak while sneezing, but here we were. My underwear was very wet, but I did not dare look down to see if there was a wet spot on my pants. Nobody knows about my interest in omo. Also, I am not accident-prone. I have leaked a little with sneezing a couple of times before, but never around other people, so that is not something anyone else knows either. And that is IT. I have never had any sort of pee-related accident ever, since I was maybe four years old. (Plenty of deliberate wettings and "accidents", but that is my personal business and nobody else's... ) I have a bladder of steel, and as far as anyone knows, I don't get desperate, and I don't have accidents. I was mortified, but pretended like nothing had happened. I was the proverbial duck. Cool and calm on the surface, but paddling like hell under the water. My heart was racing. I was wearing black corduroy pants, so I thought there was a good chance nothing was visible. It was very strange to unload everything from the car, making multiple trips in and out of the cabin, carrying stuff, all the while constantly feeling the wet underwear and a (hopefully invisible) wet spot at the crotch of my pants against my skin. I was careful not to sit down anywhere. Once we had gotten situated, with all our stuff in our respective sleeping quarters, I went to the bathroom to inspect the damage. My underwear was wet all across the crotch. My pants were also wet at the crotch, but the wetness was entirely invisible, thank God. Nobody would have been able to see. Phew! I changed out of my wet things and into cozy loungewear. My underwear went into a bag for dirty laundry, but my plan had been to wear the same black pants while driving back that Sunday, and I hadn't brought any other clothes to wear, besides lounge wear, so I left them to air-dry in my bedroom. I did a careful sniff once they were dry, but I detected no lingering smell of pee. So come Sunday, I put them on and wore them on the drive home, as if I hadn't peed in them a little that Friday. As wettings go, this one was very minor, but it caught me entirely off guard and was 100% accidental and unplanned.
  6. Hi Wendy. I think we share very similar likes. Wanted to say hi and that I appreciate your posts and am glad you appreciate mine. 

    You can't receive DMs yet but HMU for girlie pee talk once you can 🤫

    1. wendywetpants

      Hi, @PrincessInTheP

      It seems we do share similar likes! I very much enjoy your posts! I’m not super active, though, and it’s very on and off (or ebb and flow, if you will… 😝) for me. Right now I’m in “flow” mode, so to speak… but I might suddenly fizzle out and disappear for a while until I get a new itch I need to scratch. 😄
      I actually disabled the messenger, because it got a bit intense with guys sliding into the DMs of the “new girl”, and since I’m a happily married woman, that’s not what I got on here for. 
      Thanks for reaching out, though! I might take you up on girl talk some day! 💛

       

    2. PrincessInTheP

      Oh, I've been there. The ebb&flow. I'm honestly surprised I've been flowing this long. So many puns there. 

      I hear you on the DMs. I kind of freaked out a couple weeks ago and someone in the community was kind enough to point out to me that I can take a break and then I don't owe people content. I've got horrible imposture syndrome LOL. 

      Yeah, keep on trucking lady!

  7. So daring! The stuff I fantasize about but NEVER will have he courage to do. I love hearing about it and reading about it and thinking about it, though! I'm all about stealth, lol. (I *did* actually do a repeat sneaky leak in my leggings while out running today, though! That's about as daring as I get!) I love this too! I think that's why deliberate wettings appeal to me so much. I'm a very proper grown-ass lady, for all anyone knows, but then I do these kinds of things. On purpose.
  8. OMG, I know most of us are here for the ...ahem... wet adventures, but that dress! Perfection! And knowing you were dancing away at that wedding, a veritable poster child of propriety, while ALSO having made that puddle clearly visible from above...? Hats off! Do you think anyone at the venue could have seen you? Like, were there people hanging out at the spot where you took the photo?
  9. Not even a little bit. I emptied my bladder completely before the run. Desperation is not my thing anyway, and I didn't want any additional risk factors to potentially being seen. I was just going for a sneaky leak for the thrill of it.
  10. I have been wanting to do a sneaky wetting in public for a while, but I am NOT interested in being seen or noticed at all, so I’ve always chickened out. Today I decided to just go for it! I was going for a run, and I know from experience that my leggings hardly show any wetness. I’ve never wet in them before, but I’ve been plenty sweaty in them, and they’re basically sweat camouflage. I even did a tiny dribble before I went out, both to reassure myself that it wouldn’t show, and to put myself in the right mood, so to speak. It was a new experience to start a run with wet fabric touching my delicate areas! Very naughty. The run itself was uneventful, but on my cool-down walk I tried to let some out. Turns out I can’t actually pee while moving, so I stopped to “stretch”. While leaning on a lamppost, I was able to relax my muscles enough to let it flow. And WHAT. A. RUSH!!! I actually spurted a bit more forcefully than I had intended and had a moment of panic when I couldn’t immediately pinch off the flow! It kept going for a couple of seconds longer than I planned. I was only going for a sneaky wet spot right at my crotch — a little tiny leak — but instead I could feel the wetness run about a third of the way down both thighs. I didn’t dare look down! There was nobody nearby, but I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself, in case it was very visible. While I was approaching my door, my neighbor waved at me from around 50 feet away, and I made like the Madagascar penguins, “just smile and wave!”, acutely aware of the wetness between my legs that I was hoping was not too visible. Heart hammering, I made it inside and was relieved to find that it was almost impossible to spot the wetness, thank God! I could barely see it myself, knowing exactly where the outline was, so it would have been impossible for anyone else to see. Holy crap, what an amazing feeling, though! I wet my pants in public (a little, at least), and got away with it! I think I’ll probably want to do that again…
  11. I don't know about "best", but there is a short male fear wetting in True Blood S01E04. A state trooper pulls Bill and Sookie over and Bill hypnotizes the trooper into surrendering his gun. When Bill lifts the hypnosis and they drive off, the trooper wets himself out of fear.
  12. Yup. If there were no cleanup: the couch and my bed, definitely. My office chair, probably. Car seat. Basically cushy things that would absorb the pee, but without being ruined. And it’s not enough that I personally wouldn’t have to clean it; it would have to be so that it didn’t *need* to be cleaned. Like magic. I don’t want to leave a mess for anyone else to clean either.
  13. Ooh, that's interesting! I'll have to try that out the next time I'm having fun!
  14. No wetting for a couple days now, @Wettishfettish, but around the time you posted that, I was engaging in some naughty, pre-shower wet fun, actually! See my post on the serendipitous discovery I made that evening. That was a fun day…
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