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    Boopadoop reacted to Tellnoone in Playful bladder in the Hedgehog tooth woods   
    Today´s plan was to take a walk in the forest, look for some mushrooms, just wet myself a tiny bit, and then go home and do something creative that didn´t include writing fetish porn.  My bladder had other plans for me.
     Yeah, I did plan to wet, but just a little. I had this idea that i´d stage an almost made it accident for myself, pretend to find a secluded place off track to pee, and start peeing before I got my pants down. Then I would cover that patch with a sweater on the way home. But, just in case, I brought some spare pants with me. That was good.
     I had a big glass of water with my breakfast, and another one before I headed out, but nothing extreme. It surprised me that my bladder so soon made itself noticed with little spasms, as I walked up the streets through the village and towards the woods on the other side of the highway. I didn´t have that full bladder feeling, it just seemed to be very active today, maybe because I ended up holding a lot of pee during masturbation last night.
    I had just passed by all houses and reached the small path in the end of the road when I had a surge that caught me by surprise as I felt a few drops of pee warm my underwear. Seconds later I met a woman with a paper bag. If she had been walking this trail already there would be no mushrooms left, I thought, but I hoped she was one of those only looking for one kind of mushrooms, since I´m a little more skilled.
    It´s good for me to be reminded that there are other people than me in the woods, because it´s so rare that I bump into someone in the areas where I walk and that can make me too bold. Not that this reminder did anything to my behaviour today, but anyway.
     There were mushrooms left. Plenty. I just had to walk a few minutes when I saw bright yellow chantarelles among the leaves in the moss just a few meters from the trail. When I bent down to pick them up the bladder spasmed again, and I had to fight to hold it. Ok, so this is how you want it today, bladder,  let´s play then! I thought.
    As I kept walking my bladder felt perfectly fine again, I didn´t feel the slightest need to pee, and then out of nowhere it contracted again. I love to hold when it behaves like that. Usually when I do holds, at least in the afternoon and evenings, I just feel very full, it´s a constant growing desperation and it seems to take ages to reach the point when I start leaking, not even then are there any real surges, it´s just slowly overflowing.
    When the bladder is more active like this there is more action and I love it.
     I soon spotted something yellowish white that looked interesting among the trees to my right, and sure there was a sea there of one of my favourite kinds of mushrooms.  Google tells me they are called hedgehog mushrooms or hedge
    hog tooths in english (learned a new word today).
     If you haven´t tried being on a mushrooms picking hike when you need to pee, you should do it. It´s the perfect challenge. You need to stop walking and have a look around, you risk to lose concentration on your bladder when the spotting of some great find excites you, and then you need to bend over, crouch down to pick them up, and stand up again, until they are all gathered in your basket/bag, and those changes of positions triggers the bladder to another move. It was in one of those moves that I found myself pressing my knees tight together and still couldn´t avoid a second little leak to slip out. I checked my jeans as I kept walking, nothing showed yet, I just felt a little dampness against my fingers, but I could clearly feel the wetness in my panties.
     I was still sticking to my first plan – to almost make it. But I decided to challenge myself a little more first. I´d keep walking until I reached the gravel road further down, then I would pass by a house while still desperate, and after that I could pee. I still was doing ok and could walk in a relaxed manner between the surges. When I stopped to drink some water near the house, I had another one, I tried all I could to hold back against it, and I didn´t really feel myself peeing, it just got a little more warm between my legs. I had a quick look and there was a tiny little wet spot in my crotch, not yet visible to anyone but me.
    Now was really a good time to go pee to avoid any mishaps. But I didn´t want to. It just felt too good to keep holding. I gave myself another, much bigger challenge. In fifteen minutes walk or so, the trail would reach a gravel road, that I would have to walk along for another ten minutes. It was just a forest road that almost nobody used, but still, you don´t squat right next to a road right? I would have to hold it until I reached another trail leading into the woods again.
     The spasms were now coming in shorter intervals. As long as I kept walking I was pretty fine, but stopping to pick up another little mushroom I found, made me pee dancing, but I couldn´t just leave it there, could I? A few drops slipped out every now and then. I really needed to go now. But I hadn´t even reached the gravel road yet.
    When I did, I was starting to feel the arousal from the now fuller bladder pushing the clit area. Best way to stay dry would be to just keep walking fast through the spasms, having just small leaks sipping out, but to stop and ride them out felt so much better. So I was standing there on the road, my thighs tight together, focusing on the intense sensation of my bladder building up the surge, gasping in the fight against it, feeling myself losing it for another tiny spurt, and it felt fantastic. And again, stopping, breathing hard, riding it, enjoying it, relaxing my muscles in just the right moment to feel my vagina contract and pulsate in a hands-free semi-orgasm. Wow.
    Next time I stopped, the spasm was too hard. Instead of just causing a leaking a jet of pee shut out, and immediately a pretty little dark patch was growing in the front of my pants, down my left thigh. I couldn´t stop looking at it. Now it was obvious I had wet myself, but I could probably cover myself by keeping the bag with the mushrooms in front of me if I needed to.
     I had passed by an old abandoned little summer cottage, and would soon be where the trail leads up into the woods from the gravel road I was walking on. I had adjusted my original plan to try to save these pants. I was now hungering too much for the feeling of just fully relax and wet myself. I would find a place off track where I had some cover, and then I would sit down, and I would feel the pee spread under me, saturate the fabric of my jeans and stream down into the moss with a hissing sound. Damn, I needed to stop thinking about it, as the thought of it almost made me wet myself right there on the road.   
     I started walking up the trail, it was uphill and I was on the verge of leaking with every step I took. I was so close to lose it now, it was high time to find a good place to wet. But the trail went across an open clear cut with good view from any directions, so I´d have to walk up the hill. Let´s head for that uprooted tree, I thought, in the very same moment that I felt the pee shooting out and start streaming down my legs. I clenched, bent over, tightened every little muscle I had, but I couldn´t hold it back. This was it. I was losing control. Not in one exploding waterfall, but in gushes that kept repeating themselves. I regained control for a second and then helplessly lost it again. Caught up in a wide range of emotions I still managed to take up the phone, and film myself, while losing another big spurt into my jeans, still thinking I should get out of the way, I shouldn´t be standing here filming myself peeing my jeans in full view from the trail, and I shouldn´t be peeing into these shoes, and fuck I can´t stop it, and it feels incredible...  I wasn´t giving up, I kept trying to stop the flood, while making my way up the hill,  but it was too brutally forceful. The spurts just kept coming, I kept peeing my pants.
    When I finally reached that tree I was wet all way down the back of my right leg, but these my favourite wetting jeans absorb great so at least nothing had gone into my shoes. I sat down on the tree, leaned back and let go of the rest. It was still a lot, and to finally allow it all to come out, feel it pool down my butt before streaming out between my legs felt amazing.
     I undressed and put on my sweatpants, but kept my wet panties underneath on the walk home as a nice naughty reminder of what just happened. I forgot to bring a plastic bag for the wet jeans, so I had to wrap them up in my rain jacket before putting them into my backpack. It didn´t matter,  I think that rain jacket smelled a little bit of pee anyway from an earlier adventure. Now it´s all in the washing machine, and here I am, instead of preparing a mushroom dinner I´m finishing another story, that for a change didn´t take me a month to write, because I seemed to just go with the flow today. Sometimes that´s awesome!

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    Boopadoop reacted to silvermoon in Accident Right Before Getting Dressed   
    This happened a few days ago, but I was lying in bed reading a book, propped up by pillows, and while doing so I kept noticing myself glancing up at the fan, and each time it took longer to look away.
    I think it was the eighth time I decided to give in, and just stare. I  vaguely noticed a relaxing warmth spreading through my panties when I started peeing automatically upon the first pang of my bladder. I was only staring at it for four hours, but I became thirsty.
    I was sitting in a small damp puddle, mostly soaked up by my panties and dress. I had also drooled, and left a damp spot on my bralette. 
    I was wearing a light blue dress with white polka dots, and white panties with cyan polka dots (and a matching bralette).
     
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    Boopadoop reacted to SlendrWetr in My wife couldn't hold it as bathroom was occupied   
    Really would be a good time to "test the waters" .. badump, thank you, thank you. If nothing else it's on him for not stopping, ha. I try not to go overboard with the tickling any place that I wouldn't want to have to clean, lol. Otherwise I fully understand and accept the consequences 🙂
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    Boopadoop reacted to willbill in My wife couldn't hold it as bathroom was occupied   
    Just wanted to share an amazing awesome experience from two days ago where my wife completely lost control and flooded everything while waiting for our bathroom to be free.  We had some friends staying as overnight guests over for the past few days at our house, in which we only have one bathroom.  Our single bathroom is right outside mine and my wife's bedroom, which is also my home office where I was doing some work.  As one of our guests was taking a shower, I noticed casually my wife and one of our other friends both standing outside the door in the short hallway that the bathroom is on one side and our bedroom across from jt, both talking.  I briefly heard her mention she needed to pee but didn't think of it and shut the door to avoid being distracted as my wife and our friend were talking while waiting to use the bathroom.
    About 5 minutes later, I knocking suddenly and fast at the bedroom door, as she thought I locked it for some reason.  As I sit right next to the door, I simply reached for the knob and opened it as it was easy.  My wife says "They aren't coming out of the bathroom, and I have to pee so bad and can't hold it anymore" as she slightly bent forward at the hips and slowly walked into the room as I backed up away from the door. 
    Though, I knew just from the frantic look on her face she was about to completely piss herself all over the carpet, all I could think about feeling how close she was.  As she was wearing some legging pants but no panties underneath, I told her to come into the bedroom all the way and closed the door.  Once in the bedroom, I asked her how bad it was, though at the same time did a quick hand motion to feel upwards from the crotch, which felt damp but not completely wet.  With being worried she would pee herself on our carpet, I quickly asked to feel inside her pants, and as I did my hand went straight to her pussy.  As my hand cupped her pussy, I felt not only was that entire area was completely wet but I something slowly it trickling out into my hand, to which I gave her assurance that it was completely ok if she wouldn't able to hold it back and that I would grab something to put on the floor. 
    Then, while keeping my hand under her pussy offering that in would help her hold it in as I quickly would get something to go onto the floor.  Then... She bent forward in a certain direction as I was  reaching to grab a worn sweatshirt and dirty laundry towel right from the floor nearby, my hand slipped off of cupping her, since she was bent forward, i accidentally and very slightly pressed on her bladder.  Which, this was the end, as almost instantly, it all started coming out into the palm of my hand but then all over as she said she couldn't stop, to which I quickly put the sweatshirt and towel underneath as she pissed for about 20 seconds total, soaking everything, even a small patch on the carpet.  Though she does indulge at times, it isn't her favorite, so any time she has a  genuine accident like this and it is in an acceptable surrounding, she will start to orgasm almost immediately when I tell her " it's ok" if she can't hold it in anymore, due to the fact she really specifically likes the feeling of being reassured while doing something that is still a little embarrassment, though she 
    It is almost impossible not to cum when you get this close of an experience, especially it being your own wife and being able to feel it coming out of her pussy the entire time.  Afterwards she said she was waiting over 5 minutes but suddenly knew she couldn't hold it any longer, to where she didn't want to pee herself in front of our friends. 
     
     
    I knew j
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    Boopadoop reacted to Tellnoone in Needed to buy dry pants at the mall   
    I´d like to share another public adventure I had this summer with my partner S. This will also be one of those threads circulating around the steps I´m taking to understand more about my fetish and how to practice it, so be prepared for that kind of philosophical rant too if you keep reading.
     We had planned a scenario /staged accident, like a role play but not far away from our own characters. We´ve played accident scenarios before that have been very intense. This time I would wet myself somewhere outside, and then I would have to go into a shopping mall to buy new pants to change into, while my partner would join me in my embarrassment, and constantly remind me of how much it showed. The plan was to wear pants that in fact didn´t show much wetness, but I had this idea that with some little help from my partner I could trick myself into believing everybody knew, and experience some of that public humiliation that I found so hot to imagine… Could that work? Well, let´s find out.
     I was wearing my black jeans that I had only worn and wet once before – that time they were amazingly discreet. I had completely emptied a full bladder, filled my shoes and left a puddle in the woods, but still the only remaining evidence on the pants was an invisible dampness in the gusset. The pantlegs didn´t soak anything of it – they were left dry as the pee rushed by. Probably because the jeans were brand new and somewhat water resistant I thought, so what my wetting would look like this time I couldn´t be sure of, and it added to my excitement.
    We pretended to be on a day-trip to the city, having some time to kill before a big dinner hosted by some friends/relatives of my partner, people I had never met before, so I was a little nervous about it all.  And (surprise) I needed to pee.
    We walked into a park where we wanted to hang out for a while, and I saw the WC-sign. 
    “I´ll go check out the public restrooms” I said, and moved along, with the plan of making up some story about why I couldn´t use it, but a true omo cliché made things easier for me – the bathroom was only open until 4 pm, so it had closed just 20 minutes ago. Too bad!
    “Ok, I´ll just hold it a little longer”, I said, as my partner wanted to go look at some monuments.
    I wanted my accident to seem realistic, but since I didn´t need to pee that bad yet I didn´t think I could just press a button and do it. I was afraid I would go “Oh shit, I´m wetting myself” and then just stand there unable to let anything out. That would ruin it. So, as we walked around in the park I tried to leak a little bit into my underwear just to see if I could, while still acting like I was ok.
    There were dark clouds in the sky, and we started talking about where to find shelter if the rain showers would come over us. “But I really need to pee too…” I said, while my partner stopped to look at another statue. 
    There were no other people nearby, and once again I relaxed just to see if I could wet myself a bit.  I could. The warmth filled my underwear and overflowed down my thighs. It felt nice and I allowed it to keep happening. I could feel the pee running down both legs now, reaching my socks, until the long spurt slowed down, and then, BAM, – back to, ehm, unreality. Distress. Emergency. Embarrassment. It struck me hard for real.
    “We need to find a bathroom now!” I nervously said. My pants were wet, my heart pounding and my cheeks blushing. My partner caught up on the intensity of my emotions.
    “Come on, let´s go ”. He took my hand and we started speed walking towards the exit of the park. “Will you make it? Are you ok?”
    “I don´t know…” I lied. I knew very well it was too late. I stopped again, bent over with my knees tight together, while my partner stared at me.
    “Is it happening now… what I think is happening?” I didn´t reply. Just started walking again. My tongue didn´t work, but I tried to blurt out something like “Things have gone pretty bad for me”. Whatever I said, he understood.
    “Yeah I can see that. Damn” He had a closer look. “You really peed your pants did you. Are you… ehm… done?” he said. “I think so”, I mumbled. “At least I think I can hold the rest”.
      In that moment the rain started falling, and people were approaching us, so we changed directions and rushed towards a closed building with a roof reaching out on the sides. We took cover there for a while. I was swearing and apologizing, trying awkwardly to explain that it came so fast, I really thought I had more time, and then I went back to swearing again. My boyfriend was more into talking solutions. Going to the party like this was not an option, but we still had time to go somewhere and buy me new pants.  Maybe the shopping mall just outside the city with less risk of bumping into any of his friends.
     S was checking my jeans once more from behind, and suddenly stepped out of the game. “Ok, pause! You know that bdsm-language, the red-green-yellow thing, right? This is actually kind of yellow. It shows pretty much! I don´t know if we should do this…What do you think?”
    I was wondering if he was just trying to fool me with this talk. If he did, it was good shit. But even if he didn´t… To cancel was not an option for me. Visible wet patch or not, I wanted to go through with this.  “It can´t be that bad? It will soak in. Let´s do it” I said, and we returned to the scenario.
     When the rain held up we walked to the bus stop nearby. Nothing showed at the front of my pants so I was reminded to try as much as possible not to flash my wet butt to people, to always have my back facing a wall or something. We had to wait for a while and then got on the bus. S walked behind to cover me.
    There were only about ten people on the bus, so there really was no reason not to take a seat. Unless you had peed in your jeans of course. When we were standing there in the middle of the bus waiting for it to leave, S made sure I had my back facing the textile coated wall but not so close that I´d leave a wet mark on it. I talked about how clumsy I was to sit down in that puddle of water, just in case anyone had heard or seen something. The ride was 12 minutes long. I was cool with it. We reached the shopping mall bus stop, and got off. 
     The mall was full of people as we walked in. My jeans still felt very wet and cold against my skin, not for a second could it be ignored, but S kept reminding me of it anyway. I automatically started to turn the back against walls as soon as someone was nearby, but it wasn´t always possible of course. I was still cool with it.
    We walked into the first clothing store, but I didn´t find anything. Since I needed to buy the jeans without trying them on I didn´t want to buy anything too expensive, but it still had to be something that seemed ok to wear so I wouldn´t totally waste the money.
     Here I was in pissed jeans in a store, among lots of people, needing to buy something dry to wear after my accident. Maximum public humiliation. And I was cool with it.
     We passed by the bathrooms and both needed to go. My bladder was still half full, but before I pulled my pants down to pee, I looked at myself in the mirror, and snapped a few photos of my ass. It was a little rush. The bathroom lighting may have been bright and unforgiving, but the wetting actually did show more than I thought it did. There was a darker patch in my crotch area and a little bit down the inside of my thighs, not obvious, but visible if you looked for it. It looked just like having been on a bicycle ride on a very wet saddle. Or having had a little pee accident.
    I was still cool with it.
     We had to go through a couple of more stores before I found some acceptable jeans of acceptable price. I realised I needed new underwear too, and found a pack of three that costed more than the jeans, but now I wanted to get done with this. I walked up to the shop asssistant, handed her the items. She asked me if I needed a bag. S was behind me and said he had his backpack, and I quickly said “I think we still need a plastic bag” and he was like “Oh, yeah you´re right…”   Still cool with it.
     One of the things that has been hottest to think back on, probably because it felt so much like having had a genuine accident, was the changing. Going into the bathroom with my pissed jeans, peel everything off, investigate the wet patch on the back of my jeans before I put them in the much needed plastic bag together with the soaked panties. Wipe myself off a bit with soap and water, put on my new underwear and dry clean blue jeans, and the socks and shoes that were still a little damp. Then walk out again to my waiting boyfriend.
    We stopped playing. I was more relaxed now, but when S wanted to go into another store I realised all power had gone out of me and I just needed a break, so we went to the café to sit down and have a snack. It was that kind of nice thoughtful exhaustion. What did we just do? This was crazy. It felt good. It felt hot. But there was still this big question mark.
     Why didn´t it work the way I thought? Why didn´t I get those intense feelings of humiliation and embarrassment? I did in the park, but not in the mall. If role playing works so well that I can trick myself into believing I´m embarrassing myself in front of my partner, so much that I get bodily reactions and can´t even speak properly for a short while, why can´t I do the same trick in front of a crowd of strangers?
    It took me a couple of days to find a possible answer.
     The thing is – I was not disappointed with the experience. It´s still on the list of one of the hottest things I have done.  It didn´t exactly go the way I thought emotionally, but something else happened, and now I think I know.
     The feeling I had planned to experience was one I didn´t want in the end, that´s why I didn´t get that feeling. When I walked around there with a wet crotch, I didn´t want to feel embarrassed and humiliated. I didn´t want to play that game. I wanted to be the cool one, the one owning this, the one who didn´t care, the one confident that if I didn´t let my wet pants bother me it wouldn´t bother anyone else either. That thing was hot and turned me on. Just like every public wetting I´ve been having fun with on my own before.
    I´ve been fascinated about those two sides of the coin, the humiliating accident, and the deliberate sneakiness. They both attract me. But how are they connected?
     When I wet in public in a risky way, it´s the challenge of staying cool that is the turn on, the contrast between letting go of control and still be keeping it, and the bigger the challenge the hotter it gets, if I still make it. I want to make it. I want to hide it in the best well practiced sneaky way I can without appearing nervous, and if anyone would still notice a wet patch I want them to assume it´s anything but this kind of accident, since I act like everything´s fine.  
    So that´s why this scenario actually did work.  First I had the intense embarrassament of the staged accident in the park, only witnessed by my partner. Then my mind changed track, and I had that great hot public challenge in the mall. Walking around with pants that didn´t completely hide what had happened, having a partner reminding me even more about it, and I still managed to stay cool.
     When I succeed in waking up the powerful feelings of humiliation and shame, while playing with my partner, I can go there if I know I´m safe. Even if it´s in a public setting, it´s between me and him. Same thing if I´m wetting myself at home. With my head full of fantasies, I can imagine the worst case scenario and go deep into it. When I´m kind of inviting another audience into my game I can´t do that. My exhibitionism isn´t about having strangers feel sorry for me.
     I should have known this already. This is a quote from the story about my most intense and shameful roleplay almost a year ago, and the walk home in flooded blue jeans:   
    There were a few people on the parking lots between the buildings we were going to pass by before we could get inside. I could feel myself raising my head, slightly changing my body language approach, from the “just had an embarrassing accident and want to disappear” to the more familiar to me, “just deliberately wet but if I act like everything is fine they may not notice”. 
    Even in that moment I did what I did at the mall, I went into the other headspace, the cool one. Thinking back on it, I can still create a story where that walk of shame is a part of the hot embarrassing scenario, but right in the moment I stepped out of it.
     A couple of weeks after the mall experience I was on a long bike ride with the plans to wet (like always). I was wearing light coloured shorts and the wetting would make obvious patches, so it was not until when I was at the secluded gravel road in the woods at the ends of the ride that I dared to let go more than a few spurts. I really flooded those shorts just before I was going to reach the outskirts of the village. Jumped off my bike with pee still dripping down my legs, and thought “Oh shit, this was a lot!”  
    I had a change of clothes with me, and even if I knew I was alone, and the risk that someone would come this way was as good as zero, I went behind a tree to change. And it was just so damn hot. I realised afterwards that, without even trying, I did this time manage to mindfuck myself into believing what just happened was a very embarrassing accident, and I quickly needed to get rid of the evidence before someone saw me. I could go there just because I was safe. All alone there in the woods, nobody nearby.  
     Realising this difference between shame scenarios and sneaky public stuff has been a relief to me. Probably because sometimes I´ve been a little worried about where to go with this kink, if my urge to experience humiliation would drive me too far publicly, concerned as I am about the consent issues. Now it should not be the case, since I seem to have best access to that core emotion when I´m on the safer side of public play, or not in public at all.
     This doesn´t mean I won´t keep on doing my daring public wettings. Like the bike ride in black jeans the other day – when I let go and the warmth grows down the front of my thigh that becomes glistening wet for a while, and I think for a moment that this was too much,  if I pass someone now, they might see the dripping down under my saddle, but I´m lucky, the only one I´m passing by is busy with her phone, and ten minutes later my wet jeans are lying in the grass next to me while I casually speak to some acquaintance sitting on the  beach enjoying the sunset. I got away with it again. Nobody knows (at least I think so). Am I going too far with this? Maybe. But I get a reminder every now and then, a close call that let´s me know what I don´t want from this, and I keep the risk-taking on an acceptable level.
     There´s one last thing I´m thinking about. What´s with the cheerful public talk, that triggers something so hot in me. When my partner, usually while we´re in a “dry” situation, talks or give hints  about me having/going to wet myself with a voice loud enough for someone to hear it.  I´m loving it, but where does it fit in here? Is that public humiliation I´m after?  I don´t know, I think it might just be that it shakes me up a bit, challenges me to keep my dignity in that public situation, as I do my best not to blush and reveal our little secret, just try to smile and shrug it off, like a joke. Maybe in another scenario we´ll explore that mechanism more. It actually feels similar to what I described above, when I do a public wetting, fail in my self control, pee a little more than I thought, and then I just have to deal with it and stay cool anyway.
    Sorry, but I don´t think this will be my last post going on like this, and I´ll probably realise some of these conclusions aren´t quite right later on anyway. But this fetish of is way too interesting to stop analyzing!
     


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    Boopadoop reacted to Artist50 in Memories from a few years ago...   
    So this is a memory from a few years ago. To start off, I don't have any continence issues during the day. I have always struggled with infrequent bedwetting, but during the day, my bladder is usually rock solid. I never leak, and I'm never visibly desperate. That is, with a few exceptions.
     
    So these 2 events happened around the same time and I've always wondered if they're correlated somehow. They just seemed so odd and unanticipated. Anyways, the first event was when my brother and I were playing in our backyard. Our yard backs up to a park, so we were out in a field playing tag with some neighborhood kids. I was about 14 at the time. At this point, I don't feel like I have to pee even a little. I can't feel a single drop in my bladder. Then our mom called us in for dinner, and my brother, our friends, and I all start walking towards our house, about 200 feet away. Well, during that walk, it was as if my bladder filled by magic. I went from literally not feeling anything to having a COMPLETELY full bladder by the time I was 100 feet from our house. I sped up my walking ahead of my brother and our friends and made a beeline for the door. About 50 feet from our back door, I started leaking small spurts into my panties with every step I took, which only made me walk faster, which only made me have to go more. By the time I made it to the bathroom, there was a considerable wet patch running down both of my shorts legs and I was mortified. Even though I liked wetting myself for fun, I hadn't planned or wanted this to happen at all and I hadn't had a daytime accident since I was a kid. Fortunately, though, none of my friends or family saw it and I was able to change my shorts without anyone noticing.
     
    The second incident also happened with my brother and was about 2 weeks later. Black Ops 3 had just come out and we were playing split screen on our basement floor. I'm the middle of our match, I had to pee like crazy out of literally nowhere. Like, I didn't have to go at the start, and by the time we were 5 mins in, I was bursting. I was shaking my legs and must have been visible desperate. I knew if I left now, my brother would unpause the game and kill me, so I kept playing. Over the next few minutes, for some reason I couldn't control it and spurted in my skirt multiple times, with 2 or 3 major long spurts. My brother, though, was focused on the game and didn't notice me slowly wetting myself, even though I would have left a puddle if the floor wasn't carpeted. After the game, which I lost, I ran to the bathroom, careful not to show the wet backside of my skirt to my brother, and changed into pajamas. I played it off as wanting to be more comfortable, but it wasn't that hard, as I don't believe he knew I had an accident.
     
    These are the only 2 actual unplanned, unprovoked accidents I've had in recent memory. I've been trying to figure out why my otherwise spotless continence record was broken like this but I still have no idea. Any theories out there? Similar experiences?
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    Boopadoop reacted to Tellnoone in Wetting our grey suit pants   
    On my birthday me and my partner S did nothing special. If in nothing special I may include sex, reading bdsm-comics and doing household business like peeing my shorts while doing dishes (I´ve posted about that one earlier). Then of course kitchen floor cleaning and lots of laundry. And this was only before dinner.
    After that we headed off for the waste recycling bins and the supermarket. The first store was closed, and we had to go the next one. I took the chance to fill the car with groceries so it took a while, but it was not until we drove home S announced his need for a bathroom. He told me later that before we left home he had been secretly chugging water every time I left the room, and he had needed to pee, and been slightly uncomfortable about it, already when we were at the recycling bins, and then even more when the first store was closed.
    Now we were safely at home. He had his grey suit pants on, and I thought I´d try my new grey ones too, the first suit pants I owned that weren´t in that boring discreet dark colour that is great for public play, but sometimes you wanna see what you´re doing too.
     I hadn´t noticed his desperation before, but now that we were in the kitchen it was clear that he had did a good job holding. I had to help him holding on a little longer by making him hard. He enjoyed the mix of different needs, and I enjoyed to watch. I didn´t need to pee at all, but drank a couple of glasses to perhaps catch up with him, but turned out it was too late, he couldn´t hold it much longer. It was great to have my full focus on watching him, and I have enough of experience and imagination to know very well what kind of bodily sensations he was dealing with. After a couple of turns of masturbation, he had reached his limit, he put his dick back in his pants, and told me he was going to wet himself.
     I had this conflict, that I wanted to just be there in this precious moment, see it, feel it, live it, but I also wanted to save it for later by using the camera.  I told him he had to hold on still, just wet a little bit first, and he did that. Small little patch in the front of his pants. Then a little more running down his left leg, and starting to drip to the floor.
    He gave me plenty of time to both have my photos and just watch him, but then he sighed and it started to gush out, flooding his pants. He told me how good it felt. It kept going and going and the puddle was getting huge, the pee crawled a long way in under the kitchen table. I was still frustrated about the camera thing, took some photos, put the camera down, took it up again, and then decided I just needed to touch him. My hands on his wet pants as another hot gush warmed them up. Then I put my hand in his pants, and felt him peeing through his underwear.  This was a lot of pee! I´ve been thinking I have a bigger bladder than him, but after this I´m not so sure, I think he´s just been inconfident and not used to holding.  He finally felt like he was done, and I washed my hands, took some more pictures, threw towels on the floor, and then we went to the shower where S wanted to finish the other stuff while I was watching. It didn´t take long. “Please cum in your underwear” I said, and he did. So hot. What a birthday present!
     After S had showered it was my turn. My bladder was too slowly filling up and I wouldn´t bother about doing a real hold, I just wanted to wet. I asked for a scenario. Normally we start planning our scenarios months ahead, so this one was very spontaneous.
    “I´m a photographer, you´re new at work and we´re gonna get good representative pictures of you” he suggested, and I liked the idea.
    This photographer took his time, and of course didn´t recommend any breaks when I asked for it. He also suggested me posing in weird positions, squatting and straddling a chair, and then he started to take photos from a low angle. I was finally ready to wet, and I started a little bit. I´m more used to jeans wetting, where there´s a patch slowly spreading in the crotch, getting bigger and bigger, crawling down the thighs. Suit pants of this kind is a whole different thing, and that´s interesting. The first visible spurt just got straight down in a  thin line along the whole leg. So thin it was barely visible. The photographer noticed me staring down my pants, and asked
     “What´s wrong?”
    “Nothing” I quickly replied. He took a closer look at me.
    “Hey, have you wet yourself?”
    “No. it was just that water glass I just drank, I spilled some.”
    “Oh no, I´m not buying that, look here”,  he said and took some close ups at my crotch. I relaxed my bladder a little again, and the thin dark line got wider.
    “Ok, sorry, You´re right, I´m wetting myself, this was taking too long. How embarrassing...”
     If this had been a realistic scenario it would have been awkward and he would have apologized, said “enough for today then” and let me rush to the bathroom before more damage done, but this perverted photographer of course had other plans.
     “I´ll promise not to tell anyone about your accident if you´ll let me take some more pictures to keep for my private use”. For some obvious reasons I didn´t mind and kept wetting, feeling my pants get warm and heavy and watched the interesting patterns formed by the meandering rivers.
    “So what do I do now, standing here all wet in the office? I can´t get out in the building in front of my colleagues like this”, I said after I´d finished.
    “Not my problem, I´m off, “ said the bastard and left the room with his camera full of pictures of me soaking myself.
     I was glad to get my boyfriend back. He was kind enough to bring some dry towels to mop up another huge puddle from the floor, while I went into the shower. Soon I got caught standing there with the water still off and one hand in my wet pants.
    “So, what are you doing?”, S asked.
    “It´s just an itch” I said. He got closer, and suddenly he put his dick in my pants and shamelessly started to release his bladder, all in one long gush. I didn´t see that one coming but it was a welcome hot surprise, as my pants had just become cold. Turned out he really needed to go again, as his pee thoroughly resoaked my pants and splashed out of my leghole. Felt a little bit like I just suddenly wet myself with zero control, not even feeling myself peeing.  
     I must admit I left a few things out when family and friends asked me how I spent my birthday. But now at least you know the whole story. Hope you enjoyed it, we did!












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    Boopadoop reacted to trekkie in Accident Right Before Getting Dressed   
    @silvermoon
    Sounds like a great weekend, getting to hang with your autie friends. 
    I hope the one who doesn't usually get into this learns to relax and enjoy it as you do. You'd think she'd worry less about doing something that makes her wet herself in front of two other friends who are the same way, one of which is even partially incontinent and can easily be distracted from her bathroom needs and wet herself. You have to be the best people in the world to have an accident around. Maybe you'll be able to convince her to wrap now and worry about laundry later, like the two of you.
    That dream sounds lovely. It's fun when real life and a dream cross over. I've had it happen a few times; the thing I was listening to on the radio was still going in my dream and I could hear it very clearly, and it was strange to wake up and have this one thing continue unchanged as the scene changed from what I was dreaming of to my bedroom. I also sometimes dream while not completely asleep, and was once completely aware of being in my room on my bed and at the same time being in this large, beautiful church. When it's like that, I have an easier time directing it, but if I try too hard, think too much like a waking person trying to control a scene that I know isn't real, it fades and I wake up completely.
    At least once, I have wet myself by choosing to pee in a dream that I knew was a dream. It was like, "If I do this here, now, I'll probably do it for real, but, eh, may as well." So I went, and of course woke up in a puddle. I hadn't thought about that in a long time!
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    Boopadoop reacted to Princesspantys in Pissing into jar   
    So this is my first post on here 😄 I’ve been lurking for awhile but finally found the courage to post something here 
    so just for reference: I’m an 18 year old brunette, 5’6. I still live with my parents. I’ve had occasional problems with wetting before. I haven’t bed wet in a long time, but lately…I’ve been having trouble holding. Going to class every day, I can barely hold it through each lecture, and oftentimes leak into my panties on the way to the restroom. Yesterday, I barely made it to the toilet in time; I honestly thought all my classmates would see me walking down the hall with soaking wet jeans. But I managed!!! I only pissed a little into my panties….thank god. But other times, I’m not so lucky. Especially when I’m running!! There was one time I was jogging and nearly had a full blown accident on the trail and had to pee dance on my way to the bathroom. Thankfully, I was wearing a thong and black spandex, so the damage was manageable. But when I’m walking, I leak a lot. Usually when I get home from school or from walking somewhere, my panties are at least a little wet, but it’s usually okay.
    when I’m playing tho…it’s kinda hard 😕
    im a sensitive girl, and the minute I touch my clit, I usually end up spurting into my own hands on accident. I can usually get it under control before I pee the bed, but it’s embarrassing to say the least. Today, I wasn’t as lucky. I was reading erotica today by myself and was stroking my clit. I was so wet I couldn’t wait any longer; I didn’t even have the patience to take off my panties first. I had forgotten this slight problem of mine until I touched my clit, and I could feel my hole flutter. I immediately backed off, squeezing my legs together to hold back the leak. I managed just barely, and decided to keep reading without touching myself. I decided I could wait until after the story to finger my self.
    unfortunately, I sneezed in the middle of reading and felt a BIG spurt leak out of me. I freezed and closed my phone, just then noticing how desperate I was to go potty. Drops of pee were still escaping me, and my tiny bladder honestly couldn’t take much more abuse. My panties were soaked through the crotch while I tried and failed to resist a few more squirts, and my blankets got a little wet :(((
    I panicked.
    if my mom saw me up this late, she’d probably know what I was doing, and that was a situation I was seriously trying to avoid. So I stood up on shaking legs and tried not to pee myself all over the carpet. I looked through my hamper for some dirty towels and threw them down on the floor….my mom doesn’t look through my room (thankfully) or else she might have noticed something was off. On my desk, I use mason jars as pencil holders, and one night - when I was too desperate to get out of bed without pissing myself - I pissed into one of the jars to avoid the embarrassment of wetting my pants.
    I was hoping I was above it, but there weren’t any other options. I kneeled on the towel, struggling to get my panties off before they got any wetter, and pushed the jar between my legs. The position put some pressure on my bladder, and my pussy immediately started gushing. I was so wet and warm from how turned on I was, and the relief that coursed through me was unimaginable. I spilled some on my hands, and pee splashed off the rim and ran down my legs. I was pissing so hard I was a little worried the jar wouldn’t be able to hold it all, but I was worried for nothing.
    I’ve just finished as I’m typing this. I didn’t bother cleaning up, so my pussy is probably getting my quilt a little wet, but I’m so happy I really can’t care. I’m holding again. Let’s see if the jae can take anymore 🙂
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    Boopadoop reacted to PrincessInTheP in I masturbated while holding at work today then had an accident at the gas station** WARNING: Boob Nudity** Video #1 of 3   
    I had to go into the office for half a day today. On the GD holiday. FML. The only one in the whole damn company. So, I decided to make it worth it. 
    I had 2.5L of water in about 4 hours. I knew I wanted/ needed an accident. After about 2 hours and another 1L , I felt some urgency. Maybe a 3 on a scale of 1-10? But there was this voice inside my head that told me to keep going. That I had to hold. I couldn't go pee. That lil 😈 that sits on my shoulder. He is SUCH a trouble maker.🤫
    When I finished up 2 hours later I was holding, maybe a level 6 now. All that water down the hatch. I decided to masturbate, rather passive aggressively, mad I had to work. I sat at my desk, knees wide, feet up on my chair with my heels up against my ass and managed to cum 2x with just a little leaking. I had a thong on and it was pulled tight, up into my vagina and against my clit. When I recovered and stood up, I moved my panty back to where it should be and a tiny leak of piss fell out and now I was at about an 8.5 and knew I had to hustle.
    I filled my water bottles back up to take home for the rest of the long weekend. The water cooler took me up to a 9. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the office. Raining. Now a 9.5. I needed gas so I went to to the station right next door and knew I had to get OUT of my car ASAP if I was gonna save my car interior. 
    At about 30 seconds in, an Escalade filled with bros pulled in and you see me turn away and hide. Omg such butterflies. 
    I got a lot of boob requests, so here ya go ya filthy ingrates😘
    Also, to keep the resolution even remotely decent I had to break this into 3 clips. So go find #2 and #3. I posted these all at once.
    Enjoyyyyyyyyy. I sure AF did. 
     
     
     
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    Boopadoop reacted to tennyson in When you wet the bed, which happens   
    I guess D, most often. But other than that, or when I was living along, I realized that when I was dreaming of peeing, then I usually was peeing or close to peeing.
    This was especially true if I kept having dreams that had to do with rain, water, flooding, washing machines, going to the bathroom, then peeing and/or peeing my pants and/or desperate to pee in my dreams.
    I have had a couple of occurrences where I dreamed I orgasmed during a sex dream and then had to get up to go pee. My dream lover held me and told me to just relax and held my still somewhat erect penis between our two bodies while she kissed me. 
    Of course, in my dream, I relaxed and peed between us. It was one of the sexiest and most romantic dreams I have ever had. As I was finishing peeing, I came again, woke up and had peed and come all over my stomach, chest, face, and hair.
    Which letter was that?
     
     
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    Boopadoop reacted to peelion in Live Action Omorashi   
    hier j'ai fait mon premier "accident" dans la ville ou je me suis récemment  installé  c'était en vélo en rentrant du boulot !
    j'ai du me forcé un peu mais j'avais l'occasions de le faire et même si j'était pas vraiment désespéré je sais pas quand je pourrai le refaire 😅 ça ma fait bizarre de me voir "sale" dans le miroir de l'ascenseur en rentrant !
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    yesterday I had my first "accident" in the city where I recently moved, it was on my bike on the way home from work!
    I had to force myself a bit but I had the opportunity to do it and even if I wasn't really desperate I don't know when I'll be able to do it again😅. It's weird to see myself "dirty" in the mirror of the elevator when I come back home!
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    Boopadoop reacted to ciceroman in Girlfriend nonchalantly wets her jeans   
    Hello Everyone,
    I'd like to share the events of a special day some weeks ago. Some things for the background: I've got a new girlfriend since some months and I dared to tell her about omorashi and my love for wet pants. Luckily she was not freaked out - quite contrary she was intrigued. Mostly, because I am so turned on by this, but also curious about the feeling itself.
    Since we're madly in love we have quite a lot of sex (vanilla sex mostly), eventually causing her to catch a mild cystitis, which she battled by drinking until the tap was empty.
    So, on this day her bladder was quite weak and exhausted. She was traveling by train to another town and wanted to come back in the afternoon.
    When she was waiting for her train at the station she wrote me a most interesting text message: "Baby, I'm sooo desperate to pee again. I've been peeing all day. Like a neverending well. And I don't want to miss the train, so I can't go to the toilet now."
    I don't remember what I answered, because my brain already was kind of out of order. Some time later she wrote again. "I'm sitting in the train now. And I'm peeing."
    "So, you found a toilet then?" I replied politely.
    "No. I'm just sitting here."
    I was stunned. I barely dared to ask directly... but did: "So, you're peeing in your pants?!"
    "Yes. I already did waiting for the train. I hope, noone can see anything."
    My heart was racing. "But, isn't there an obvious patch now?" I remembered her leaving in her thin bright jeans this morning.
    "I hope not. I've put a sanitary pad and some toilet paper down my panty. It takes quite a lot. But it has to, since I already peed quite a lot. Whew. And guess what? I like that feeling."
    At this point, my jeans nearly ripped.
    I picked her up at the train station and was very eager to glimpse at her jeans. There was a slightly darker area between her legs - but she could easily get away with it. It could have been light and shadow. She sat on the passenger seat and beamed at me. After kissing quite some time we started our way back home. For some time I had hoped she totally loses control in my car, despite being anxious about my seats. But she managed to survive the five minutes drive without any accidents. When we entered my appartment I was a little disappointed not having seen a full blown accident or at least a visible wet patch.
    She went to the toilet, which only increased my disappointment a little more - although I was glad, she could finally get relief. But she didn't take much time. In fact she told me she got rid of the toilet paper and the pad. I had not heard the toilet flushing. And my heart was beating again.
    We made some dinner and sat at my table some time later with a candle burning. She told me she really liked the feeling of just letting go. Of not bothering to stand up, look for the toilets. In fact it really turned her on, peeing into her pants in the middle of the crowded platform without anyone knowing what she was doing. She hesitated, breathed, looked at me and went on, how thrilling this feeling is to just pee into her jeans. And then she said something that still reverberated in my mind. "I hope you don't mind I'm doing it right now."
    Again my pants nearly ripped apart when I stammered "Wha... what... you're peeing? Right now? I mean... really?"
    She made a matter of fact expression, but there was some really, really naughty tone within. "Yea. I mean, I like the feeling."
    I couldn't help but stand up and look at her crotch. And sure enough there was a very visible wet patch between her legs now, soaking through her jeans into the flat cushion on my chair. I must have made some really stupid expression.
    "You don't mind? Do you?"
    I settled back down on my chair, mildly in some kind of positive shock. "No. Not at all. Just go all the way on my chair if you like."
    She continued with the dinner as if nothing had happened. I think she really enjoyed the effect on me. She enjoyed teasing me with closing her eyes for some seconds and then smiling broadly at me.
    When we were finished, she got up and cuddled on my couch. She had quite a big wet spot on the back of her jeans and left a large dark spot on my chair.
    She knew, my couch was protected. In fact I put some protective layer directly onto the couch and some layers of blankets over this so you wouldn't know or feel anything. So, she knew I would not be mad at her. "I just need to close my eyes for a moment. Could you give me some minutes?"
    I agreed and cleared up our dinner before attempting to join her underneath the blankets. When I approached her, she shily smiled at me. "I may have peed a little more." She threw the blanket to the side, half inviting me to cuddle up and half revealing what she had done. There was not much to be seen except her now really wet jeans between her legs. "No problem." I smiled back and joined under the blankets, spooning her. After some time her wet ass had moistened my pants and I could feel the wetness. She felt my rock hard boner and cuddled herself even closer into the spoon.
    "I like this feeling of..." she breathed deeper for a moment... "just going in my pants. It makes me horny."
    She turned her head just enough for me to kiss her. And this kiss told her everything she needed to know about how horny this made me!
    Only some minutes later, there were no wet clothes between us anymore. And it was a blissful night... ❤️
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    Boopadoop reacted to NotARealName1 in Live Action Omorashi   
    Was walking home tonight from a pub night. Bar was about 20 min from my place. Felt an urge about 5 minutes into the walk home. Nothing crazy -- maybe a 4/10 -- but I decided to have a little fun with it.
    I cut through a large park on the walk and it was mostly empty, but there were a few late night party people  around drinking still. So, I decided to make it viably obvious that I had to pee. Stopped several times to bend my knees and push my hand into my crotch.  I was also verbalizing distress ("fuck," oh shit," "Oh my God," etc. Not going over the top, but doing it enough to make sure they noticed me.
    During the walk, I also let out a little pee into my shorts. They were white, so not that noticeable, but enough that I could feel the dampness. Once I left the park I had to walk about 500m, past a patio that still had people on it. The spot on my shorts was only about the size of a quarter, but I could absolutely feel it. 
    Once home, I drank a big glass of water and waited about 30 minutes to feel the urgency grow. Since my underwear was already wet, I couldn't tell if I was leaking a little, but it felt like I might be. Finally, after about 30 minutes I could feel the pressure getting towards a breaking point So, I sat down on one of my kitchen chairs and let go. It came in short bursts, pooling under my ass. 
    I've been working up the nerve to have a public accident (I have it planned. I'm going to drink a 2L bottle of Coke and then get on the subway heading north to a quiet part of the line at about 11pm on a weeknight). So, letting a little out tonight in the park was a good step towards that. That's the second time I've done it -- did it in an Uber a couple weeks ago. I'm going to try it in the daytime next.
    Anyway, I grabbed a photo of the damage to the underwear that I'm going to share:

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    Boopadoop reacted to Lapis Lazuli in Wet myself all over the bathroom floor   
    Hello!
    I actually did this several days earlier, but I've been hanging out on the site today, so I figured I might as well post it- I hope you guys enjoy ^u^ (assuming it actually sends) (the reason i didnt post it on the day i did this was because i had a hard time sending it) (the only reason it's not an embed is because the file is too big even though its only like a minute and a half long)
    https://drive.google.com/file/d/1B-9VXJ4p8HgWRB6xksvdIMsaCCbxDBer/view?usp=sharing
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    Boopadoop reacted to PrincessInTheP in I wet my dress at work again after getting locked out   
    Another day, another dollar.
    I pulled a 13 hour white collar day yesterday and when I work like THAT ( this will be my schedule for the next week or so) , I need a release SO bad.
    I masturbated on phone calls all day yesterday. It was amazing. I'd let my bladder get full and lie in the bean bag chair in this big empty office with just me in it. My feet up on the window sill, legs wide, rubbing my clit while trying not to wet myself IN the office. Nobody has been here since March 2020 but I still don't need to soil the shite wall to wall carpeting, ya know? 
     
    So...
    As y'all know I went to a wedding on Sunday night. Look back in my posts for the interactive adventure THAT was🤩. But I was away on a family holiday for 10 days prior to that and had no idea what I was going to wear to this wedding and only had 1 day home to figure it out.  I had Amazon drop off six pairs of shoes, three pocketbooks, and a dozen pieces of jewelry while I was gone. I only kept one pair of shoes, one pocketbook, and half the jewelry. So yesterday after my very long work day I had to package up all the returns and find a way to get them to the UPS drop box outside the building next door to mine.
    It isn't a long walk but it's too far for me to waddle out with a dozen packages at once. So I took 3 trips from my desk to my car and then drove them over to the UPS box. ( Ps- I'm not into messing but I can't help but think there is some sort of great "what can brown do for YOU?" joke to be made there ).
    Well...I had been holding since about 3pm . After I felt the urge to pee a little I threw 1.5 more L of water on top of that and then struggled BIG time to get my work done. But, at some point, my body just kinda clenched up and ignored that and let me work. DOES ANYBODY ELSE HAVE THAT HAPPEN? ??
    So as I was running the packages from my car to the drop box my bladder made it's presence known again. BIG TIME! I felt a tiny leak or two in my panties and knew I was in trouble. "It's ok", I thought. "I'll just pop back into MY building"  before continuing home on my 12 minute commute. 
    No dice boys and girls.
    The building is empty at that hour. The cleaning porters have gone home and while there is one security guard in the building he leaves before I do and I could never find him in an emergency if my life depended on it. For this reason, as well as my obsession with true Crime podcasts, I have a pink can of Mace in my purse and use a Kubotan as a key chain. So while it's a lil creepy it's well lit and I'd be locked in and safe. 
    But my fob for the exterior door wouldn't work. I didn't know why. I have the security clearance. Today I remembered we had a power outage yesterday as we are now catching the tail end of Ida. Most of the time when we have a power outage your key card needs to be reset. I got that done this morning but I was shit out of luck last night. 
    My usual cursing and sounds are kind of drowned out by the Def Leppard. Sorry about that guys but I had almost no battery left on my phone and so I was at the mercy of actual radio stations. LOL. I bet some of y'all on here so young you don't even know what those are 😉. Awwwwww
    Oh, and then at the very end...I simultaneously died and felt my pussy flood. What a strange melange of emotions. 
    Anyhoosie. Enjoy😘
    20210831212744655.mp4
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    Boopadoop reacted to ClimbCaroline in Accidentally got more involved with this kink just trying to get off after work   
    So I've been into wetting/desperation pretty much as long as I've been into anything, but never done more than watch videos or read poll results until today. I came home from work needing to pee, and decided I wanted to just get off before showering bc I was sweaty and gross anyway. I was trying to get off quick so I could shower but while I was touching myself I just leaked totally uncontrollably for the first time ever. I guess I didn't really notice how much I needed to go but all of a sudden I was super desperate and also turned on, especially after feeling it come out. I decided since I'd already leaked and could feel a wet spot, I might as well try to make myself have an accident.
    I started doing polls on my phone and leaked a lot more, so much that I could feel the crotch of my shorts was totally soaked and the wet patch was down the thighs of my shorts too. At one point I leaked for like 10 seconds and had to grab myself to stop. By that point I was so wet and my clit was so sensitive. While I was doing a challenge and pressing my bladder on the counter, I had to grab myself to stop leaking and came basically immediately. I wet for like 20 seconds before I was able to get it under control, then finished going in the shower after taking my shorts off.
    I'd never had the guts to make an account here or actually wet myself before today happened but it was super hot and I got off really fast.
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    Boopadoop reacted to April Nine in Times You've Peed in a Pool?   
    Since a conscious age, not directly in the pool. Rather what happens with me is leaks as I get out of the pool as the gush of cold air hits me or on the way to the bathroom. Good thing it looks like just pool water dripping! 
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    Boopadoop reacted to PrincessInTheP in I canNOT wait to wet these high heeled shoes on Sunday night   
    I am attending a wedding tomorrow night. I am fantasizing and masturbating about it. This is my fantasy. BUT, as some can attest to, I'm pretty good at pulling things off😈
    It's going to be 75 degrees tomorrow night and we're catching the tail end of all these Atlantic storms so it's humid and gray and blowsy out. Maybe some sprinkles (the sky kind 😉) The air smells like... possibilities and it crackles. 
    The venue is a boutique hotel with a rooftop banquet facility. The hotel is on a boardwalk. Not the kind with rides and a fairway. More a promenade. In a VERY wealthy posh beach front development. 
     Lord knows I'll be drinking. And I adhere strictly to a rule of glass of water for each cocktail. And I drink vod sods in the big girls' glass. So that's 2 pints of liquid per drink over SIX FUCKING HOURS OF WEDDING!!!!! Plus dancing and heat. With all those drinks I'm going to to be desperate multiple times tomorrow night.
    I'm wearing a long jade green semi sheer kinda disco-y deep cut neckline summer gown. AND THESE SHOES. These wonderful suede lavender heels that are just BEGGING to be pissed on. I ❤️ my feet. Fresh pedicure. And this suede absorbs wet and stains beautifully.
    But, I digress... Maybe wander away from our group a bit while we are all leaving. I'll be exhausted but still have adrenaline pumping through my veins. If I was single I'd be looking for trouble. Trouble with a penis 😍. I'll pretend I'm looking for my hired car. Venture into the crowds of non wedding guests. It won't be long til I have to GO. And there are no public bathrooms. I want to play it up. Grab at my crotch through my dress. Wince. Bite my lower lip .I don't have a poker face and my big blue eyes tell the story. And just as I know I can't take it any longer I want to run. Run through the crowd in the direction they are heading. Slipping past people as I murmur "excuse me, excuse me, gotta pee, scusi, pardon, I'm gonna wet myself" as I gently touch their shoulder or arm to squeeze through. Heads will turn. I'm 6'0 tall in these shoes, zaftig and blonde, in this green dress. And then I'll run, my long dress in the wind behind me. The leaking starting. Run until I clear the crowd and find a well lit spot to the side. And as I stop, breathless, and look over my shoulder to see the crowd approaching, I'll hike my dress up around my thick thighs and just let the flood gates open. I will be done before they even reach me, my except for stragglers. One last look over my shoulder then run I'll off into the sand. I was never there. Just my puddle, dripping down the cracks in the boards. 
    AS soon as I hit the sand, shoes off! Feel the cold damp sand on my toes in contrast to the heat coming off my pussy and wet legs. And then I'll stroll down to where the waves roll in, gentle. And wade in up to my hot wet pussy. Like there is steam coming off of it. Lol. Lift my dress again. Let the ocean wash me. The ocean gives me life. Savor the moment. Savor my horniness. The cool water. The damp hair on the nape of the neck, sweaty and curling from my all the dancing.  The sound of the far off crowd. The little twinkling lights in the distance behind me. Recap the night in my mind. And when my blood has cooled and I feel calm again after my spectacle, wade back to land and let my dress hem fall back to where it belongs. And shoes in hand, hurry back to my car. I apologize to him and make sure to tip stupidly well.
    I hope I have details to share 
     
     
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