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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. 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.
  7. 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?
  8. 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.
  9. 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…
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. Ooh, that's interesting! I'll have to try that out the next time I'm having fun!
  13. 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…
  14. I'm sorry if it feels that I'm piling on the negative side for you here, but I don't think we're the ones missing the point here, I think you're missing the point. Yeah. Accidents happen, that's true. But if you set yourself up for it, it isn't really an accident, now, is it? And if people without this interest had an accident, they would actually be embarrassed and humiliated, period. You get off on the embarrassment and humiliation; it's sexual for you, and the embarrassment and humiliation is part of what turns you on. When people have accidents and are embarrassed, other people offer consolation and support. It's what we do as human beings. By involving other people in what, for you, is a sexual pleasure, you need their consent. Casual onlookers are one thing, they'd probably shrug and move on, but your romantic partner?! Doing this, for the point of deriving sexual gratification from the embarrassment and humiliation that comes with having an "accident" in front of her, is a sexual act you are involving her in without her knowledge, and that a clear no. In my opinion, you absolutely need her consent. The only thing that's creepy here is that you don't see that. It's simple, really; don't be a dick.
  15. Holy moly, you guys! I may have accidentally stumbled upon a pair of pants that DO. NOT. SHOW. WETNESS! Like, at all! I'm new here, and I know there have been quite a few posts from me in the past couple of weeks. While I have had this ... interest ... since I was a kid (I literally wrote stories about girls similar to me who wet themselves in secret notebooks I hid under the mattress. Internet was not a thing until I was an adult!), my interest and indulgence in omo fun ebbs and flows. I may go months without having any interest, and then suddenly, something sparks my imagination and off I go. Right now I am very much in "flow" mode (pun intended ), hence the new account and many posts, and it seems wetting my pants whenever opportunity strikes is all I can think about. And then, as suddenly as my obsession was sparked, it's like I hit my "saturation point" (again, very much pun intended ) and I never think about it again for months. Anyway... my discovery! I had changed my pants earlier today after some ... overexcitement ... at lunch time, which left my first pair of the day in need of washing, and I had put on my third pair of sweatpants in two days. These are rather ratty-looking and definitely only for lounging at home. They are made from thick, dark gray fleece that has pilled all over and is looking rather sad. I'm not even sure the fleece is intended for clothes, because it is rather clammy to wear, but I have kept these pants for use at home when my other sweatpants are in the wash, because if all I'm doing is lounge around, they ARE comfortable. Hence my wearing them this afternoon. I had the rare opportunity of having the house to myself again for a while, and could not resist a little wet fun before hopping in the shower. In my experiments earlier today (see my previous post), I experienced something that felt almost like a mini-peegasm, and let's just say I was very curious to see if I could replicate the sensation. I didn't quite achieve that, but my leaks and spurts did soak my underwear beyond capacity and I could feel the pee run down my legs. It was such a naughty sensation, so I relaxed and emptied my bladder completely. Ah! Bliss! I was standing in the shower and there were puddles on the floor where the pee had come out at the bottom cuffs of my pants. I could feel wetness ALL the way up my front and back, as well as all the way down the insides of both my legs. And my pants are slim-fitting, almost like leggings. But on my pants? NOTHING! Nada. It seems whatever cheap polyester my pants are made from, does not absorb moisture at all. I hung out in my wet pants for a bit (no sitting down! ) and gulped down a large glass of water, just so I could re-wet them and actually see what was going on. Not long after, I once again stood in the shower and gushed pee into my pants and down my legs. Nothing! What!?! I took them off and inspected them closely under bright lights, and could barely make out the outline of a slightly less dry area right at my crotch, but if I had been wearing them in public and it was, say, less than full-on sunshine, it would be IMPOSSIBLE to see wetness, unless you were close enough to see it dripping out my cuffs and onto the grass. I have never wet in these pants before, but if they make it out of the wash without smelling like pee (it's anyone's guess with this polyester) I'm definitely taking them out for a spin in public!
  16. I have seen a couple of these videos posted here. I enjoyed them, even though I sometimes fast forward past the desperation stages to get to the wetting... I have mixed feelings about subjecting unsuspecting passers by to something that is essentially a porn shoot, and also about leaving puddles in places where someone else has to deal with it. In the videos I've seen, however, no wetting takes place on public transport, at least, and they could be rinsing off the pavement afterwards to clean up after themselves for all I know. I especially enjoyed the one where the woman almost makes it to the destination where the key is before she wets herself, and while I know she was paid to do it and did so willingly, she did not appear to be acting in the final stages of desperation. She had several visible leaks before she lost control, and the one filming had to tell her to stand up when she started wetting uncontrollably, as she sank to her knees while peeing. I wonder if they had been promised some sort of bonus if they managed to hold on until the end?
  17. I wasn't planning on wetting again today... But I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday, and I was just going to tease myself with the relax-my-muscles game, just a little bit, just to relive the intense urgency. And then I couldn't resist letting a little tiny trickle out. I was just going to get my underwear a little damp and then go change, I swear! But then that trickle felt reallllly good, so I was just going to do one more. And one more. And one more... and then one thing led to another, and suddenly I needed a change of pants...
  18. @The Dark WolfOh, yes, secret wetting in snow pants is awesome! I have also done that, and it was the best feeling! I haven't had opportunity to try that out again for a while, but this fall I thought I might go hiking in the woods on a very rainy day and have some fun in rain pants! @Shaved Monkey Yes, it really is! I am surprised every time. I really did not think I could release a full bladder and not have a single drop spill on the floor! While it's also fun to just let go and flood your pants, it's always over too quickly! I like the slow wetting in little spurts, because then I get to experience the sensation of pee coming out into my pants again and again and again before I'm empty. And if I drink a lot of water, I can keep it going for quite a while, too!
  19. I was naughty today! I am now fresh out of the shower with a load of laundry going, so I thought I would tell you about a fun game I sometimes play with myself. Here's the thing: I like desperation as a concept, but in reality, I have really good control, and it just takes too long for me to get truly desperate. When I try to do holds, I get frustrated at the pain and discomfort, lose interest and just wet myself to get it over with... Also, it's the wetting itself that most interests me, so desperation does not necessarily have to factor into it. I have found, however, that I can simulate desperation whenever I'm in the mood for some naughty wet fun. A game I often play with myself is this: I stand with my feet hip-width apart and I do not permit myself to cross my legs or use my hand to help me hold. I then relax my muscles enough that my pee descends my urethra and sits right at the opening. The outer muscles are all that's keeping it inside. This generates a sense of urgency that is quite strong, even if I don't really have to go all that much. Sometimes I tighten my muscles again and "pull" the pee back inside, and sometimes, like if I'm about to hop in the shower, I let myself dribble a tiny bit into my underwear. This feels really naughty and is very arousing, but I don't have to deal with any clean-up afterwards. Win-win! However, if I'm in the mood for some wet fun, I have found a way to escalate this game. I drink enough fluids to make my bladder pleasantly full. There is a sweet spot that I like to get to, where I definitely need to pee, and it is quite urgent, but I'm not yet desperate. If I play my little relaxing-my-muscles game in this state, the sense of urgency I am able to generate is INTENSE! I like to keep it that way for a while, before I relax a tiiiiny bit more and let a little dribble out. Because I really do need to pee at this point, I find it much harder to actually pinch off the flow, and sometimes the slow trickle keeps going for a couple of seconds before I'm able to stop it. And even if I set myself up for it, this "involuntary" leaking really turns me on. If I have to go quite badly, like I did today, my holding muscles sometimes do a sort of spasm when I tighten them to stop the flow, which leads to a strong second-long gush of pee into my pants before I'm able to stop myself. This sensation is the closest I've ever gotten to uncontrollable wetting as an adult, and it never fails to stir my loins. Today I took it up a notch. I stood in front of a full-length mirror, repeated the "relaxing" process three times, with a satisfying gush every time. I was wearing gray, relatively slim joggers, and I was surprised at how much pee I could actually release into my pants before it was immediately visible. There was a sizeable wet spot at my crotch, but as long as I kept my thighs together, it would not have been noticeable to casual passers by. I then continued with another favorite of mine: the slow release. Instead of relaxing my muscles completely and flooding my pants, I kept releasing my pee in controlled, slow spurts. This allows the fabric of my pants to soak up each spurt in turn, leading to a uniform wet spot slowly creeping outward and down my legs. This both limits the subsequent clean-up (which I detest) AND prolongs the sensation of wetting, as I get to re-experience releasing my pee into my pants again, and again, and again. After about five minutes of this, I had released a full bladder's worth of pee into my pants without a single drop spilled on the floor. The dark wet spot was a uniform semi-circular shape, extending down to around mid-calf, standing out starkly against the light gray of the dry parts of my joggers. Sadly, no pictures or video, as I was too busy enjoying myself.
  20. I often cross my legs and hold myself with my hand in a “desperate” way when I walk by a mirror at home, or even when I’m by myself somewhere where nobody can see me. It’s an instant little rush to see myself in the mirror like that, and if I have to pee even the slightest bit, I experience a small wave of urgency. Almost like a Pavlovian response, lol. I sometimes also cross my legs while standing around like I would if I were desperate to pee. It’s like a fun way to play pretend. (I don’t do the bobbing up and down unless I’m truly desperate, which doesn’t happen often) I don’t really do holds either, because I find the length of time it takes and the pain involved to be tedious, and I lose interest, but this is a fun way to get in that mindset for a little while, even if nothing more comes of it. Does anyone else do that, or is it just me…?
  21. I’ve only ever done two holds for the purpose of wetting my pants, and then I only ever had small leaks until I gave up and let go. The biggest leaks took maybe two-three seconds to get under control? This would have been rapid desperation type situations in a controlled setting at home. In normal situations, out and about, I have never experienced desperation to the point of losing control, and I’ve never had a true gushing, uncontrollable accident as an adult.
  22. Oooohohoh! All the heart-eyes! That was spectacular. I love the glittering of the pee already leaking as you run over and the CASCADE as you stop. And with all those PEOPLE around?!? I am simultaneously thrilled to see it and mortified imagining myself in your shoes. Well done, Princess! Thank you for sharing.
  23. I love the angles where we get to have a full view of the "action", so to speak, but I also love, love, love this angle. Hearing your commentary and the splashing is also a great bonus. I may be partial to POV shots, because I like to imagine that *I* am the one having the accident...
  24. Thank you! While I, unlike the Wendy in this story, have known how good it feels to have "accidents" since childhood, the accidental leaks while sneezing was actually something that DID happen to me a while back, and it caught me completely off guard. If the internet is to be believed, it happens quite commonly with women, but it had just never happened to me. Until it did.
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