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    Boopadoop reacted to Tellnoone in He did it!   
    If you have read these two stories:
     
    https://www.omorashi.org/topic/67895-fancy-photo-session-by-the-river/
     
    you already know that one of my most joyful omo-activites has been to be sneaky around my partner, wet without announcing it and then wait for him to notice.  I´ve been surprised about how easy it is to get away with an obvious wetting right in front of someone. I mean, I, as an omo lover, (and all of you, right?) would have noticed it immediately. That´s what I thought…
    Already after the first time I did this, S said “Two can play that game”, so I knew that sooner or later he would try to get his revenge. But still he caught me completely off guard.
     We had been hanging out in the city for a while, before taking the bus home to where S lives. Our plans for the rest of the night was to chill, eat some ben&jerrys, and have a serious talk about our kinky schedule and how it´s proceeding. Yep, it´s almost like we have some kind of business talk/conference meeting kink. It started when we were listing things we had done and wanted to try, role play scenarios and other things, and then it escalated into serious invitations to online meetings and convents in foreign cities with scheduled activities much less innocent than they look like on the paper. However silly this whole lists/meeting/report set-up may seem, it has been a great way to communicate what we´re doing, give ourselves time to elaborate what works and what doesn´t, talk things through and move forward. And we have so much fun doing it!  
     Even if our fetishes are always present in the mind and in the talk, we have had a lot going on in life this autumn and not really the time and energy for many big adventures. The urge for it has been growing upon us though, and it was now time to go through and revise our old project plan again, see what new ideas were coming up. We sat down in the sofa, and went through the first section.
    The annual celebration of the first time I wet myself with S must be in high priority. It´s an awesome memory. He was joining me at work, the whole night being very intense, and on the way home we lost all sense of time and space, standing for an hour in the dark while I was slowly wetting my uniform pants over his hand. We want to do this again.  
     I´m scrolling through my work schedule on the phone.
    “Maybe Friday in two weeks. I end my shift at 1,30 AM, isn´t that perfect? Let me check what routes I have, maybe we could have a restaurant dinner during my break… “
    I´m pretty caught up with my phone when I also start checking around the other work shifts I´m having next month. Parts of my mind half registers that S has turned quiet, I might have lost his attention, and he´s no longer sitting next to me. I really should quit this now, we should keep talking about more interesting stuff.
    When I finally put down the phone S is standing there smiling.
    “You really have a tunnel vision, don´t you?”, he says, and first I don´t get what he means, but then I lower my eyes. Damn.
    There is a plate size wet spot at the front of his grey jeans.
    My first reaction is, I´m pissed off, almost offended. How could I let him get away with this so easy? He says he´s been standing there leaking slowly into his jeans for five minutes right in front of me, how could I be oblivious to that. Fuck that phone! Now I missed that breath-taking wonderful moment of watching the first little dark spot appear and start to grow. He´s laughing at me, and the look on my face.
    “I love you”, he says.
    “I can see that!” I smile. Now my initial confused response is turning to pure excitement. I´m moving closer to him, reaching out my hand to touch his jeans. I feel the cold wetness on his thigh, then I follow the patch to where it started, at the tip of his cock, where the fabric is still warm under my fingers. And… Oh. It´s suddenly getting even warmer. He´s wetting himself right now. I see his jeans starting to glisten under my hand, as the pee soaks through, and the patch keeps growing further down his right thigh, towards his knee, and even further.
    I´m not really into pee smell, but this scent of freshly wet jeans fabric definitely triggers something in me. So does the sound, as he stops breathing and I can hear the quiet little hiss from another pee stream hitting his underwear, and so does the hot wetness against my fingers.  All my senses are now focused on my boyfriend wetting his jeans for me. I ask him if it feels good. He says it does. He says he really needed to go. And he´s going again, this time so hard that a little river flows down my arm, and there´s a few drops landing at his feet. There´s not much room for big pee puddles on this floor, so we´re moving to the bathroom.
    It´s a pity my own bladder is empty, but he´s still wetting. I alternate between being close, touching and feeling, and take a few steps back to take in the whole picture of him, standing here soaked with his feet in a puddle. He´s peeing all the way down his right leg, and then he puts his hand into his underwear to change directions. I´m a little bit jealous about how penis-owners can actually wet themselves “from scratch” twice in the same pants, but it´s perfect now that I can get a chance to watch what I missed earlier. I´m transfixed looking at his dry leg getting dark, starting with a small spot breaking through, and then quickly expanding.
    I´m so turned on now, I just need to be close to him.  I take my jeans off, and push myself against him. His wetness is cold against my bare legs, but a few warm gushes are still flowing out. He puts his hand in my panties, and it´s oh so welcome. This is  fantastic. His fingers bringing me closer to an orgasm, while I´m standing here with my legs pressed against his peed jeans. One of my hands touching all over the wet surfaces, the other one on his still dry ass. And he makes me come. It all explodes and I can´t stand up straight, I have to lean against him.
    After I have catched my breath S pulls his hard dick out of his soaked underwear, and I help him messing up the bathroom floor a little bit more before we shower, and I´m still so turned on I must also touch myself just slightly.  
     After this little incident we return to the meeting, put some ice cream on the table and manage to go through every paragraph on the list. It´s generating a whole bunch of new ideas to explore. And of course we´ll never ever again do something sneaky around each other, we promise...        



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    Boopadoop reacted to willbill in Wife Made It Into The Bathroom... But Not To The Toilet   
    Yesterday I once again was fortunate to experience (and feel) my wife not be able to hold her pee in as she ended up flooding her leggings on the bathroom floor.  I was in the bathroom shaving and washing up late morning, and had the door locked due to it being a Sunday with the kids home.  I heard someone walk up to the door but no knock initially, then about 15-20 seconds later I hear my wife knocking somewhat forcefully and saying "who's in there, I have to pee really bad.". (If course my ears perked up) as I responded right away that it was me and that it would be just a second to dry my hands, which within several seconds I was headed to the door as I heard "Hurry"! 
    As I unlocked and opened the door, she was standing there doing her full-on pee-pee dance - legs tightly crossed, one hand pressing towards her crotch, slightly bent forward, with knees bouncing up and down, saying "It just came on, so bad, about to pee myself".  I quickly moved aside as she started to hurry in, but just a few steps inside the doorway, she froze with her legs crossed again, at most 3-4 feet from the toilet but enough room for me thankfully to quickly close and lock the door, as she stood there saying "I'm about to completely piss myself if I move.". She stood there for several seconds legs tightly crossed, bent forward slightly, and one hand again pressed towards her crotch but completely still, exhaling a couple breaths for a few seconds.   
    Then, as it usually goes as it gets worse, she crouched down towards the floor gasping out "need a second, really really trying to hold it".  Knowing it's usually starting to dribble out if she crouches... It was my cue saying the first thing that came to my head in, "Here let me help you hold it in.  It's coming out isn't it", to which she nodded "trying to pull it back in, I don't want to have to change".  With that I literally had my hand down her leggings and panties almost instantly, feeling a slow steady trickle as I actually was trying to help her hold it initially until it spurted full force for a second right into my palm, then slowed for a few seconds until another stronger and longer spurt, then slowing it again, and a third that lasted about 3 seconds and went through my fingers with her saying "I can't hold it, about to pee myself, not going to be able to stop." Before she ends up fully losing control it is super hot as hell as to feel her pussy spurt as she's trying to hold it in, so I tried to get her to make it to the toilet, as she just couldn't stop it, so that's when it's time to comfort and just tell her it's ok if she can't hold it and just let it go.  She peed full force right into my hand and overflowing it for about 20 seconds forming a large puddle on the bathroom floor.
      In almost every situation where she ends up having an unplanned genuine accident like this, and my hand is cupping her down there, she orgasms almost immediately while losing control and being told it's ok that it's ok if she can't hold it, to the she needs to go straight to the bedroom (well we both do), and locking the bathroom door from the outside to clean up afterwards.
     
     
     
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    Boopadoop reacted to ThreadbareOmo in Wet masturbation   
    The second (unposted) part of the re-wetting video I made a few days ago...
     
     
    20211025_164845_TrimC.mp4
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    Boopadoop reacted to Mbgpeelover in Anything to Confess?   
    Chapter 153
     
    Megan
     
    I get home to find dad and Anthony have got back from seeing mam, Rory has built an amazing go cart out of his brother’s meccano and Yasmin is napping. I head upstairs right away, now desperate to use the bathroom, but annoyingly I find Theresa is having a bath. I pop in to see Rory as he shows off his go cart in his room as he starts telling me how he thought it all up and how he got certain parts to move. I try my utmost to stand still but it’s impossible as I lean over the desk Rory is sitting at looking at his go cart just as I notice that he’s sitting perched right at the edge of the chair. 
     
    “Can you see ok Rory?”
     
    He turns to look at me as I step from foot to foot praying my sister gets out the bathroom immediately so I can pee. 
     
    “Yes. Why?”
     
    “Just the way you’re sitting made me wonder. It’s been a while since you had your eyes tested and it looks like you’re straining to see the small pieces.”
     
     He shuffles on the seat looking uncomfortable before putting the model on the desk gently and wriggling again.
     
    “I just really need to pee that’s all. I got so caught up with building I didn’t want to leave. I’d better go now because I’m bursting!” 
     
    “Me too! I think Theresa’s in though. I’m sure she’ll hurry up though if she knows you are waiting. Why don’t you knock and tell her.” 
     
    “Oh.”
     
    He wriggles more and bounces his leg as I continue stepping foot to foot, my stomach feeling bloated and heavy. Suddenly he jumps up from the metal seat running straight to the bathroom as he uses his palm to knock the bathroom door. 
     
    “Can whoever is in hurry up.” He pauses, twisting his legs around, before adding politely, “please.”
     
    Theresa shouts out that she’s just getting dried as my youngest brother runs back to sit back on the chair in the room he shares with his older brother as he swings his legs and squirms. I know how he feels as I cross my legs and lean against the open door. 
     
    “So have your friend’s parent’s agreed to them coming both Thursday and Saturday? Just so I make sure everything is organised. I can’t believe this is your last ever Sunday being 9 Rory.  I was wondering, remember Chelsea who I look after? How would you feel if she was here on Thursday too? Would you be ok with that?”
     
    My poor brother is wriggling for all he’s worth very clearly absolutely bursting for the loo as he tries his best to answer my questions whilst not losing concentration on keeping his pee in. 
     
    “Callum goes to his dad’s on a Saturday but he said his dad will bring him and his mam will come get him at 5:30 on Thursday. Oscar just stays local and his gran does too so his gran will walk him here on Thursday after school then come back for him but it might be his mam bringing him on Saturday or his gran. He doesn’t know yet but he’s definitely coming too. Oh I really really NEED to pee so much!”
     
    “I’m sure Theresa will be out soon. So what about Chelsea? Would you be ok with her being here Thursday? She’s never been to a birthday party since she was a baby!”
     
    “Why?”
     
    I moan as an urgent wave hits me hard as I twist and squirm standing in front of my brother. 
     
    “Well her school is ages away, as you know. Plus she doesn’t see many other kids. I don’t think many children think to invite disabled children to their parties sadly. I think I’ll see if Theresa is almost out eh? I don’t know about you but I’m nearly having an accident here.”
     
    “Same”
     
    I walk to the bathroom seeing my brother leaning forward clutching between his legs on the chair.
     
    “You almost done there Theresa? Poor Rory is bursting out here!”
     
    Just then she unlocks and opens the door standing facing me wrapped in nothing but a towel as I see the toilet behind her and long to use it so much. Instead I turn to face my little brother, who is almost crying trying to hold his bladder back, as he sees his sister walk into her room and he races to the open bathroom like he’s the road racer! I pull the door closed to give him privacy as I step into mam and dad’s room to check on Yasmin. In their darkened room seeing her napping, as I hold myself longing for access to the only bathroom in the Murphy house, I think back to the day just weeks ago when I was every bit as desperate and ended up peeing on a spare cot mattress protector and hiding it under Yasmin’s cot. As I moan quietly and pee dance hoping not to wake my sister I remember how my wet things went missing and how dad later confessed to me that he had been writing mam notes to try and cheer her up and how he thought my wet knickers were mam’s. 
     
    I slip a hand inside my knickers stroking my shaking vagina as I try everything to keep myself from having another accident. It feels so incredible touching my own body and feeling it respond as the tingling intensifies and my nipples enlarge and get increasingly sensitive. Oh how I really need to pee but it feels so amazing to explore my body when it’s so tense and heightened and sensitive. I start to feel a little light headed as I sit on the edge of my parents’s bed with one hand down my midi skirt and underwear as I twirl my enlarged clitoris and explore my very warm wet throbbing vagina. My legs tense as I rock back and forth on the edge of the double bed, my fingers stroking my swollen sensitive vaginal lips and sliding effortlessly inside my body, my urethra pulsating against the palm of my hand as my mouth opens and closes and my jaw tenses. I can’t stop as the rocking and gyrating becomes more intensive, the throbbing faster, my need overpowering. I gasp as my fingers squelch in my own copious warm liquid as I wriggle my legs back and forth rhythmically rubbing my hard clitoris against my own palm, my two first fingers sliding in and out my body making me shake and crave more. 
     
    I moan softly as I can’t stop what I am doing, my heart and body united as one as I hold back one urgent physical need while almost reaching climax in another. I hear my younger brother flush the toilet and turning the taps on to presumably wash his hands as my mind pictures Liam in place of Rory and imagines him getting so involved in a task that he inadvertently ends up absolutely bursting to pee only to find the only bathroom isn’t free. The image in my mind of him sitting on the edge of the seat, confessing he’s desperate, then imagining his facial expression when I say someone is in the loo and seeing him squirm at the door just like my brother did sends my hormones raging as I orgasm to a final image of him swinging his legs on the chair with both hands on his crotch. I don’t even realise I’m moaning quietly as my forehead sweats and my arms go tense as my rocking becomes so rigid as I climax quickly but amazingly as I suddenly feel so satisfied, ecstatic and complete. 
     
    Rory passes the door as he pauses to call me, probably wondering where I am.
     
    “That’s the bathroom free Megan.”
     
    My mouth is dry, my face red and hot as I do my best to sound as calm as before while my heart beats rapidly. 
     
    “Thanks”
     
    I lie back on the bed allowing my body to calm down and my need to pee to return as I realise I haven’t even thought about dinner let alone prepared anything. I close my eyes thinking about dinner, about all the stuff I need to do for Rory’s birthday, the amazing service at chapel earlier and Liam and his new suit. As I start thinking more about how I could possibly get Chelsea inside the house on Thursday I feel my legs moving from side to side and my stomach ache as suddenly my need to wee is returning with even more  urgency than before. I sit up and rush to the bathroom already feeling dribbles in my pants. 
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    Boopadoop reacted to Charlie Kirby in Anyone ever wants to quit the fetish?   
    You’re certainly not alone in this. I think this is the true definition of guilty pleasure.
    I often find ‘fetish binges’ coincide with low points in mental health. It’s like in times when nothing else can bring joy, this fetish just runs rampant in me. I find it confusing whether to blame the same/guilt/discust etc I feel because of the fetish for feeling low, or whether to blame the chemical imbalance making feel low for also making my interest in sexual things higher. Drives me mad.
    The thing is though, if someone offered me an ‘anti fetish’ pill tomorrow I’m almost certain I’d turn it down. Would you?
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    Boopadoop reacted to PeeHour in Told To   
    PART 13:  Field Trip - In the Park
    Tori woke up wet. The cool, clammy fabric of her panties and sweatpants encased her legs and crotch.  The previous deep slumber made her forget her current location. Her heavy eyelids absorbed the unfamiliar environment. ‘Why am I so sweaty?’ wondered Tori,  noticing the cold dampness of the sheets and covers, until remembering where she was and what she had done. Tori sat up and turned her head to see the stiff, slumbering body of her friend, her soft inhales and exhales the only sound in the room. The dawning glows of the sun peeking through the hotel curtains illuminated the differentiation of color of the sheets surrounding her friend. Tori then turned around and twisted her body so that she laid on her side facing Lilly. Still a tad tired, Tori relaxed her head against the plush pillow. The tinge of a night-long bladder begged her to get up - but she didn’t. Without hesitation, Tori released the flow, letting the gentle trickle re-soak and re-warm her. The relief and relaxation nearly lulled her to sleep again. A puddle pooled around where the side of her hip pressed into the mattress.
    Tori’s warmth nipped at Lilly’s legs. She woke too, her bladder also twinging from the sleep-hold. Lilly whipped off the covers, staring at the wetness around her, before also recalling the night prior. Tori watched as Lilly sat up, planted her feet in front of her, spread her legs, and stared down at her crotch. ‘What is she doing?’ wondered Tori. Her question was soon answered as she saw a dark patch on the sheets expand from beneath Lilly’s pink boy shorts. Lilly raised her head up and stared forward, fixated on the drywall, deep in thought as if nothing were happening. All the while the wet spot spread. The growing dampness inched closer to Tori, who just laid still and let the friendly warmth meet her skin without flinching. 
    The striking ping of an alarm broke both girls from their morning trance. Lilly shot up from the bed. She gazed down at the evidence of her wetting, before briefly grinning towards Tori. “Dibs on the shower first!” she chimed before hurrying towards the bathroom. Tori couldn’t help but steal a glance at her friend’s butt pressing through the glistening wet fabric of her shorts.
    Both girls showered and  brushed their teeth, ready to meet the rest of their class for the final portion of the trip. Lilly wore the same black shorts as yesterday with a red hoodie over top, while Tori rummaged through her suitcase in search of clean bottoms. However, having only brought one pair of jeans and sweatpants each, Tori resorted to wearing yesterday’s jeans. The denim had mostly dried. The dampness mostly dissipated, but when Tori gave the pants a quick sniff, she flinched at the odd scent. Although not quite the odor of urine, they did smell a bit stale. Nonetheless, she stepped into the jeans and slapped on a long-sleeved T-shirt under her jacket. 
    Lilly and Tori joined the class in the lobby. Tori saw her mother walk towards the group as well, wearing her same corduroy pants that she wore on the car ride. Tori’s eyebrows shifted upwards. Did her mother also run out of dry clothing? If so, what did she do in her hotel room? The teacher’s shrill shriek derailed Tori’s train of thought.
    “GOOD MORNING class, as you are all aware, we will eat the complimentary hotel breakfast then meet back here promptly at 8 AM! Then we will sit for the presentation before walking together to the local city park to explore the monuments.”
    “Oh boy, can’t wait to see some statues!” whispered Lilly. Tori laughed before following her friend to the breakfast area. Many of Tori’s classmates piled their plates with cheap bagels and questionable scrambled eggs which resembled shredded rubber ducks. Tori, her mother, and Lilly all ate sparsely, instead downing multiple glasses of orange juice and coffee. Tori knew the drinks would affect her in certain ways - ways in which she imagined Lilly to feel as well.
    The girls soon finished and returned to the lobby. Once the rest of the students finished as well, the teacher led them to the auditorium where a local historian prepared his presentation. Tori, Lilly, and the other students each chose their own seat amongst the rows of folding chairs. The presenter gave a brief talk before playing a documentary on the projector. Black-and-white images overlay classical music, but Tori’s mind drifted elsewhere. She could feel the first few rushes of liquid begin to travel towards her bladder. She craved a repeat of this morning, of yesterday, or the way here. Her daydreams and fantasies, along with the relaxing music and dull voice of the video, coaxed her to sleep.
    Tori woke to the sound of hands clapping together. She felt as though she jumped in time, to a nearby-future where her bladder had nearly filled up. “Alright class, let’s all give another round of applause!” chimed the teacher, followed by more feigned clapping from the disinterested senior class. “Now let’s head over to the park for the final part of our trip!”
    After everyone filed out of the auditorium, the teacher led the students and chaperones outside. Tori braced herself, prepared to endure a blistering breeze of winter air. However, upon exiting the hotel, the temperature felt surprisingly warm. “Dang, I guess the world is burning up sooner than we thought,” half-joked Lilly.
    “And we still have a week til March!” Tori laughed. Not like her friend ever got cold anyway. She curiously gazed up at the sky.
    “Actually, there’s your culprit,” pointed Tori, gesturing towards charcoal-gray clouds in the distance. The impending storm must have blown a warm front towards them.
    “Okay class, I’m afraid our day may be cut short. Let’s hurry along now so we can see as much as possible!” said the teacher, also noticed the less-than-ideal weather on the horizon. 
    The class marched down the gray city blocks until their feet met green. “We’re here!” the teacher proclaimed as the students entered the historical park.
    “Ooooo, Ahhhhh,” mocked Lilly, prompting another chuckle from Tori. 
    “I know, right!?” added Tori’s mother.
    Lilly and Tori couldn’t help but laugh at her mother’s unawareness for sarcasm. They trudged onward with the rest of the class.
    Young eyes took in the old monuments. The teacher explained the story behind each statue and building, but the words simply flew through Tori’s ears. Her brain instead focused on the pressure building inside her. She had come to enjoy the tinge of her need to relieve - not only did the expanding bladder press against all the right places, but the budding awareness also foreshadowed another opportunity. These naughty thoughts solemnly subsided, however, when Tori rubbed her hand across her thigh, flesh meeting denim. She couldn’t get away with more discreet releases today, as any spurt of urine would obviously contrast against the blue hue of her jeans. Envy entered Tori’s mind as she turned towards her friend, wearing her black athletic shorts. Tori wished they could switch outfits. However, she would still have fun watching Lilly’s predicament unfold alongside her own.
    Several ‘real-life’ history lessons later, Tori’s bladder tugged in her groin. She resisted the urge to plant her hands on her crotch - she stood nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with her classmates as their teacher droned on. Knowing Lilly must be experiencing the same, she glanced towards her friend. Lilly shifted back and forth on each leg. She would stand for a second on her left leg, only to immediately swap to her right. Tori leaned forward and whispered in Lilly’s ear.
    “How're you doin?”
    Lilly immediately answered in a soft voice, “I have to pee. BAD.”
    The comment oddly excited Tori. She felt glad knowing her friend had to go just as bad. 
    “What you did yesterday…” Lilly timidly prodded, “You just let it out? With  everyone right there?”
    Tori waited until the class started walking towards the next area before she replied, “Yep. But just a little at a time. And I made sure no one was watching.”
    “Hmmm,” trailed Lilly, biting her lip and tilting her eyes upward as if contemplating. The two girls walked a few feet behind the rest of the group. Suddenly, Lilly stopped and tensed up. Not noticing, Tori walked past her, before turning around.
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah I’m fine!” yelped Lilly, speed-walking to catch up with her friend.
    ‘Did she just...?’ wondered Tori. The thought piqued her interest. She nearly let some out herself, before squeezing shut her muscles. She tried to inconspicuously glance down at Lilly’s shorts, but was unable to confirm her suspicions. ‘Should I just ask her…?’ Tori questioned to herself. But both girls just pressed on in silence.
    The class stopped at the next monument for the teacher to deliver another spiel. Lilly stepped off the concrete sidewalk and into a patch of grass by a tree. She leaned her hand on the trunk. Tori stood a couple paces away, enough to observe the rugged details of the tree’s bark - and, more importantly, the state of her friend’s shorts. Both girls stood behind the rest of the class, so no one noticed what came next.
    Except Tori.
    Her eyes remained glued on her friend. Lilly stared ahead at the teacher, pretending to donate her full attention to the educational lecture. However, Tori knew her mind traversed elsewhere. Then it happened. Just a few drips at first. The pale liquid trickled from Lilly’s shorts. Some drips slid down her legs, while others poured directly below her crotch , falling into the grass, which hid any evidence of the clandestine act. Then another burst struck. More drips drizzled down into the earth. Waves of steam briefly wafted from her athletic shorts. All the while, Lilly’s feet remained firmly planted on the ground and her hands stayed at rest, having retreated into the front pocket of her hoodie. Not even the slightest movement of her body alerted anyone of the secret stream. 
    Tori nearly melted. Seeing her friend daringly partake in what Tori herself had done just yesterday caused her knees to wobble. Tori’s body absorbed the secondhand relief of her friend, pulsing through her bones, causing her muscles to relax for a mere moment.
    That was enough. A hot gush jolted her privates. Tori quickly and firmly crossed her legs, halting the flow in its tracks. Her eyes fell down towards her crotch , relieved to see only a penny-size dark spot. She desperately desired to simply follow her friend’s lead and soak her jeans right then and there, but the visual evidence would prove far too obvious. 
    Thunder rumbled in the distance. Lilly boldly let out another spurt. Tori thought she noticed the ghost of a smile haunting Lilly’s lips. Tori nearly stumbled as she stepped into the grass to join her friend, just in case. Lilly did not mention what was happening. 
    An ever-so-faint splatter echoed in Tori’s ears. She looked down just in time to see another drop tip-toe down Lilly’s legs. Tori squeezed her muscles even tighter. ‘Maybe just a teeny bit…’ she thought to herself. With that, Tori relaxed for a second, shuddering as a warm dribble trickled into her panties. However, she basked in the pleasure a millisecond too long, suddenly aware of a warm streak creeping down her inner thigh. She gasped and commanded her bladder to freeze. Gazing down, she saw a clear dark line etched on the inner portion of her jeans. She squeezed her legs together, which seemed to hide most of the streak. She looked around only to see the backs of heads. Her face suddenly felt warm as well, flushing with fear that someone would notice.

    Tori suddenly felt another gentle drop hit her shoe. Then came more splatters. More drips. She panicked. Thrusting her hands towards her crotch, Tori did not notice any new wetness. She looked over towards Lilly, who also seemed to be in-between intentional leaks. However, the drops continued. Tori gazed upwards to see that the clouds had finally crawled directly over them.
    One of her classmates shouted. “Rain!!!”
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    Boopadoop reacted to PeeHour in Told To   
    PART 12: Field Trip - Not Alone
     
    “Alright class, that concludes our tour of the museum! Remember to meet in the auditorium tomorrow at 7:30 a.m. for the closing presentation! You all are now free to go get dinner. Everyone is dismissed!”
    “Finally!” sighed Lilly. Her squirms grew more frequent. Tori knew her friend desperately needed to relieve herself, but for some reason had voluntarily skipped every opportunity to do so. Tori had skipped the bathroom as well, but she did not hold it. Her track pants were still soaked from the constant spurting during the tour. However, the black fabric concealed the evidence.
    The two friends joined Tori’s mother across the room. “You girls ready for dinner?” chimed her mother. Two nodding heads answered. The threesome ate at a nearby restaurant. Tori munched on her food, but her focus remained on her friend, who continued holding on for the entirety of the meal. Tori almost couldn’t believe Lilly held on so long, as the dinner drinks had already made their presence known in Tori’s bladder. Despite her still-moist pants, Tori decided to secretly hold on as well with her friend.
    They drove back towards the hotel. Tori eyed Lilly’s every step, her friend obviously trying to hide a desperation-induced limp. Both girls finally made it to their room, which opened with the click of the key-card. Tori did a double-take when her friend again walked straight past the bathroom and plopped down on her bed. “Wanna look for a movie? There’s gotta be somethin’ on these channels,” said Lilly, her voice ever-so-slightly strained. 
    “Sure, I’m down. Let me just change first.” Tori peeled off her damp track pants and switched to her gray pajama bottoms. She glanced at the bathroom, but too decided to skip it, and sat next to Lilly on the bed. Lilly scissored her legs in and out as she flipped the channels. Her arm rested casually over her crotch. Tori wondered how long she would wait before admitting to her need. Lily’s deep breathing echoed in Tori’s ears.
    “Lilly, are you ok?” Tori asked.
    “Yea I’m fine,” fibbed Lilly. A few channel-flips later, Tori heard her friend gasp a few times, as if wanting to say something before holding in the words. Finally, Tori decided to address the obvious.
    “Do you have to pee?”
    Lilly’s face flushed red. She turned towards Tori, her soft voice solemnly stating, “Yes. I’ve been holding it all day.”
    “Why?” pressed Tori.
     “Well, I was just thinking about today in the car…” trailed Lilly. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip.
    “And you liked the feeling of holding?” asked Tori, intrigued. Was she being too blunt?
    “...Yea, kinda actually, and….” Lilly’s shaking voice faded off without finishing her sentence.
    “And what?” prodded Tori. She definitely felt she was being too straightforward now, especially compared to her usual more restrained demeanor, but she desperately wanted to know that she was not alone. Lilly again bit her lip and drew another deep breath instead of answering. Tori’s heart pounded with impatience. She decided to just let it out. “Did you like the feeling of just… letting go?  You know? ..In your....?”
    Lilly nodded her head furiously as if relieved that Tori pulled out her inner truth. “But I couldn’t! Not in front of everyone.”
    “Well it’s just us now,” reassured Tori. “You wanna know something?”
    Lilly again nodded. Tori’s  heart pumped nervousness through her veins. She couldn’t believe what she was about to tell her friend. “I went. Today. In front of everyone. Right there in my pants,” admitted Tori. 
    Lilly smiled, but did not laugh. “Really? That’s what I wanted to do!” She bent her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins.
    Tori briefly paused before continuing. “Well like I said, it’s just us here...and you know I can’t judge you!” 
    Lilly’s face furled into a hopeful confusion. “Are you saying I should just let it go right here?”
    “...If you wanna....” muttered Tori, bashfully, breathless.
    “But what about the bed?” protested Lilly, although she desperately wanted to follow her friend’s advice and release the flood.
    “It’s okay, we can just both sleep on the other bed. This one can be for our accidents. Plus this place has mattress protectors.” Tori felt strange being the one to tell her friend to let go. She felt as though possessed by a naughty yet confident spirit. “Just relax. Let it flow.” Tori realized the familiarity of the words, echoing her own mother’s permission.
    “Are you sure?” whimpered Lilly timidly, putting up one last line of defense.
    Tori scooted closer and rested her hand on Lilly’s shoulder. “Yes, it’s ok. You can relax now.”
    And she did. Lilly let go and allowed her body to give in to the pressure. Tori could hear the bubbling and hiss as the warm torrent finally gushed its way free of its prison, soaking into her friend’s athletic shorts. Lilly gasped. Her mouth stood agape. Tori felt a warm nip at her butt, a heat that was not her own. She didn’t flinch. She remained next to her friend, letting the liquid wet her as well, sharing in the warmth. “Oh gosh… This is amazing…” muttered Lilly through her sighs of relief. 
    “I know,” stated Tori. She wanted to join in as well. Tori relaxed and released her own bladder’s contents, her warmth meeting Lilly’s. Tori just stared at Lilly’s face, her eyelids gently shut, basking in relief, as she too continued to allow the hot stream to pour into her pajama shorts. Most of it pooled in the dip where she sat, but some soaked through or streamed towards Lilly.
    “You too?” asked Lilly, having felt her friend’s release re-warm the bottom of her shorts.
    “Yep,” whispered Tori. “I had to go too.”
    Lilly instantly smiled. “You wanna actually watch something now?” she asked. Tori was shocked at how casual the subject-changing question appeared after having just shared an accident with her friend. Nonetheless, she agreed. The two friends finally flipped to a classic rom-com that had just started. “I liked that,” admitted Lilly, “But I think there’s some more.” That was the last time either of the girls addressed their need for the remainder of the movie. Instead, if a tinge tickled either of their bladders, they would silently release, letting the trickles re-warm them. Tori savored every moment, finally having a friend to share in her taboo habit. 
    After the movie, they took turns showering and brushing their teeth. Tori grabbed a pair of sweatpants from her bag, her last clean bottoms. Lilly changed into a pair of hot pink boyshorts and had removed her hoody for an oversize sleep-shirt. “I feel drained,” sighed Lilly. 
    Tori checked the minifridge under the T.V. Sure enough, some complimentary water bottles sat on the shelves. She grabbed two and threw one to Lilly. “Here, let’s rehydrate.”
    The two friends downed their waters and sat on the clean bed. They watched more mindless T.V., gossiped, and talked until their eyelids could no longer stay open. Finally, they laid down under the covers. Lilly took the role of the ‘big spoon’ since she was taller, snuggling up to Tori underneath the covers. They both laid there for several minutes, unable to fall asleep.
    “Tori?” muttered Lilly in a groggy voice. “I kinda have to go again.”
    “Me too,” Tori responded. “But it’s too cozy to get up.”
    “Yeah, I’m too comfy…” agreed Lilly.
    A few more sleepless minutes passed. The pressure on Tori’s bladder prevented her from peacefully drifting to a slumber. She decided to just let it go. Relaxing her muscles, Tori let the warm liquid trickle into her panties and sweatpants. It poured down her crotch and butt and onto the sheets below. It spread up her lower back and down to her knees.
    Lilly felt it. Tori’s wetness spread from her butt to Lilly’s crotch. Instead of protesting, she decided to do the same. She too relaxed, letting the hot stream gently dribble out of her. Her pink boy-shorts did little to stop the flow - the thin fabric a futile barrier against the warm river. Tori felt her own butt again grow warm, realizing that Lilly began to release as well. The wet spot on the sheets expanded, surrounding both of them in a warm embrace. The liquid crawled up the cloth of their T shirts and stretched down towards their toes. Neither girl cared that the designated ‘clean’ bed was now soaked with their pee, nor did Tori worry at all that she just saturated her last dry pair of clothes. Now relieved and snuggled in warmth, both girls swiftly drifted off to sleep.
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    Boopadoop reacted to ThreadbareOmo in Wet masturbation   
    Does pre-cum count?  One of my earlier sessions left me dripping...





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    Boopadoop reacted to ThreadbareOmo in Wet masturbation   
    I wasn't going to post this because the initial wetting wasn't that well captured and I never liked these boxers anyway, but I guess this is a fitting topic for it.
    20210816_132308_TrimC.mp4
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    Boopadoop reacted to Cottonjenny in I don't consider myself a creep but...I was transfixed.   
    Still quivering from what I witnessed this morning at the gym. An attractive, middle-aged woman wearing grey leggings and a long tank top was doing sit-ups on a piece of equipment that put her at a 45 degree angle, quite a feat in itself. As I was marveling at her strength and endurance, I could not help but notice that her tank top was creeping higher. While a huge fan of cameltoe, I usually take care to not give more than an appreciative glance. This time however, a tiny wet spot drew my attention, and as she continued her reps the spot grew from dime size to quarter to half-dollar. I simply could not look away.  She took a short break, breathing deeply, and I swear she released some more. I finally had to tear my attention away to tend to my own business but not without sincerely complimenting her when she finished. She gave me a big smile and thank you, either unaware of or not caring about the significant dampness between her legs. I'll cherish this experience for the rest of my life.
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    Boopadoop reacted to P155princess in School girl desperation hold..for now.   
    I decided to try on my costume for some play time. I like it. It's cute ..do you think it's cute? I got a lolli for ordering it. 
    But I tried to hold it as long as I could. 
    hold it back.mp4
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    Boopadoop reacted to P155princess in School girl desperation hold..for now.   
    @scinosensation that would be cute!
     
    I had let some leak out a lil bit.
    just a leak close.mp4 I might maybe make it 30 more mins.
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    Boopadoop reacted to willbill in My Wife... Is hotter than hell when needing to pee really bad   
    As a summary, my wife has a rather small bladder, and many times when she has to pee, it's right away or quickly becomes the hottest show on earth when she tries to hold it based on the situation.
    If she is doing anything where she is standing, a need to pee is often instant, requiring a bee-line to the bathroom.  At home, if I am nearby and quick enough (and socially acceptable based if our kids are around), I can watch.  She will often get her pants down in time but once in a great while, there will be a small trickle of pee coming out as she gets them down and a little more often whereas, she starts peeing as she is sitting down, with an actual slow but steady stream can be seen for the split second as she sits down with her legs slightly parted.
    If the bathroom is occupied, she will either try to go sit down, but if not, she will do the hottest potty dance, bending slightly forward bat the waist with her legs crossed and bouncing up and down, and once in a while a hand or both on top of each other on top of her crotch, leaning slightly into them.  A few times though, she has had to crouch all the way to the ground to try to hold it, which one time she had to do this on the way to the bathroom as she stopped to cross her legs mid-route with just underwear on, but then almost immediately crouched to right near the ground trying harder to hold it in, though was unable to and pissed hard all over the floor right in front of me.
    If she is ever not close to a bathroom or in a store and has to pee (grocery store freezer sections always create an instant need it seems), she starts needing to go so badly that she will suddenly freeze while walking and stand still with her legs crossed as tight as possible, about to pee herself completely.  In almost every case it usually ends up as coming out for several seconds but being able to stop until getting to a bathroom. 
    Once this summer though, we were outside our house and ended up getting a bit wet with one of the kids hitting her with a super soaker.  Suddenly she comes around to where I was on the other side of the house with her shirt and pants slightly wet from the squirt gun, saying "I just got squirted.  Don't let anyone see me.  I'm about to pee myself and don't think I can hold it" as she ducked behind me with legs tightly crossed bouncing up and down almost frantically.  Our shed was right there, in which I took her to duck behind it quick, and as I felt her crotch from the outside, I felt it start coming out immediately for a few seconds before she was able to stop briefly.  Within just a few seconds she said "Can't hold it.  Can't hold it. I can't hold it" where knowing nobody was around or could see through to us, reached my hand down her pants saying "it's ok if you can't.  I'll just throw water all over you and nobody will be able to tell" where immediately it started spraying into my hand as I guarded watch.  After 20 seconds or so she finished and we successfully made it to the water spicket to "rinse off".
    Oh.. and anytime its unplanned where she can't hold it and starts losing control with my hand down there, she orgasms almost instantly if I assure her it's completely ok if she can't hold it.
    More to come at some point... 
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    Boopadoop reacted to pumpkinlove20 in Had an accident during my test!   
    This legitimately happened to me a few days ago. I'm a 26 year old female, 5'0, and currently halfway through my master's program which I complete online. I had a huge, comprehensive exam a few days ago that I've been studying nonstop for and truly just losing my mind (it was 175 questions that were long/scenario-based and we had four hours to complete it). The morning of my exam, I was pounding coffee and water not thinking much of it. I was definitely taking MANY bathroom breaks so it should have been a cue to stop drinking so many liquids... but of course I just kept going. So it's finally time to take my exam, I take one last potty break and sit down to sign on.
    Since my program is completed online, there is a third party company that signs on remotely to your desktop to make sure that you're not clicking on other tabs, there's no other display, etc. basically to stop you from cheating. They also watch you through a webcam the entire time to make sure you're not getting up or looking at your phone. I've taken several exams and so far have had no issues. This proctor in particular was having technical challenges and took FORTY MINUTES to get me signed onto my exam!!! At this point I was feeling fine, probably because my adrenaline was going as I was gearing up to take the exam. I finally get logged on, but around question 30 my bladder is already signaling for me to go pee. Of course I ignore it and keep going, I think "it'll be fine, I just need to get through this test and I'll be fine". It was not fine 😞
    My bladder was filling up FAST and it's starting to take my attention away from the test. I'm definitely getting worried, but I know I can't stop and have to finish. I start shifting around in my seat, squeezing my legs, tapping my fingers, literally anything to take the pressure off my bladder. Around question 100, it's becoming painful and I'm trying sooo hard not to have an accident. I'm holding myself at this point while reading my questions as fast as possible. At question 109, I leak a little into my panties to see if it will help and it doesn't, I'm just becoming more desperate. At question 112, a little more jets out... but I can't stop myself this time. My face is burning up, I'm literally feeling so embarrassed but I couldn't stop peeing no matter how hard I tried to hold myself. I just kept helplessly wetting myself until my pants were completely soaked and a puddle was on my floor. As soon as I finished my test, I cleaned myself up and couldn't believe I just had an actually real accident 😮 
    Anyway, that's my story! Hope everyone enjoyed. And if anyone is wondering, I still passed my exam with the 2nd highest score in my cohort 😉
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    Boopadoop reacted to P155princess in light colored blue jeans made into dark ones   
    Today started out decently. I decided since I was home alone I wanted to have some fun with myself. So after I had my morning coffee, I decided it would be fun to drink a bottle of water...then another..and go for a walk. Well it had started to get cloudy, then as I walked out into the road it started to rain..it was a cold icky rain so I went back inside. I could have added to the rain I guess, but that can be hard to capture on camera without ruining my phone. Sooooo...I had to wait it out. About 30 mins went by and it stopped, and I drank a coca-cola (more diuretic caffeine!!!) while I waited. Why do I love to torture myself?)
    Anyways---- went out onto my deck to play. 
    I know, I know, I could have just done my walk..but the point of the walk is to make the desperation worse. Especially because these jeans are tight on my waist. Making it feel so much worse. Especially if I sit...or breathe..or move. And since I had to be inside I was sitting the WHOLE time so my pants where basically squeezing my bladder and laughing at me.
    I went outside and I set up my camera. I was in so much pain. Like if I had sneezed, or if a bee got in my face it would all be over with without my control.
    I decided it would be funny to try and hold it a little bit longer on camera.  That was the first video I made.  I didn't really do a good job. All the moving around made it so much worse. I moved to sharply at one point and I started to leak. But the leaking felt good because it was a relief of the pressure.  I kind of felt better but at the same time I had the urge to *go now* hit me.  But I wanted to fight it. I tried tonight it. But then I really needed to relief and I ..i...popped. 
    leaking.mp4 HOLD IT.mp4
    relief1(2).mp4 I really soaked my jeans all the way.   I feel much better now.  I hd to go inside and pleasure myself. Im sorry that I didn't record that for you all. 🙂
    Making videos is definitely harder than taking still shots from the video for me. 🙂

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    Boopadoop reacted to PeeHour in Told To   
    Part 5 is here, earlier than planned! The vacation continues.
    PART 5 - Vacation: The Beach
    Tori sat in the warm sand, her toes digging through the soft grains. She drank from her large tumblr of lemonade. Her parents sat beside her in beach chairs, watching the waves crash. Tori preferred to just sit in the bare sand, as they had lounge chairs at home. She still wore her yellow T-shirt and jean shorts over her swimsuit to protect her relatively pale skin from the sun.
    As the hot rays beat down upon Tori and her tumblr of lemonade now emptied, she noticed the slight urge to use the restroom. She eyed up and down the beach, but didn’t see anything. “Mom, are there bathrooms on the beach? Or do I need to go all the way back to my room?” asked Tori.
    Her mother also scanned up and down the coastline, coming to the same conclusion. “I don’t know honey, I don’t see anything…” Tori decided she would just hold it for now and decide what to do later. She figured she could always just go in the water if needed.
    Tori’s father eventually decided the sun had heated him enough, and rose from his chair to join the waves. When he walked out of earshot, Tori’s mother turned towards Tori and said, “If you still have to go, it may just be easier to have an ‘accident’ right where you are. You could then wash off in the water and no one would know!”
    The suggestion piqued Tori’s interest, but also confused her. Why would her mother tell her to go right where she was instead of in the water? Did she know of Tori’s interest? Her mother then stood up to join Tori’s father in the waves. Tori noticed a drop fall from her mom’s swimsuit bottoms, then she glanced over at her mom’s chair to see a puddle pooled on the seat. 
    With that, Tori made her decision. She leaned back, her arms supporting behind her, her knees bent and legs slightly spread, and relaxed. “This is the life,” she thought, as she lounged on the beach and let the warm liquid freely trickle into her bikini bottoms and jean shorts. The nearest beach neighbors were only about 20 feet away, but since most people were wet from the ocean, no one would think twice. Tori continued to let the stream soak through the fabric and into the sand below her. She felt the sea breeze flow across her face as she closed her eyes and savored the sweet release.
    Tori sipped on another lemonade, already preparing for the next release. The hot sun had already started to dry her shorts. Still, as beads of sweat started to form on her skin, she decided it was finally time to get in the water. She stood up and approached the water to test its temperature, the cool salty seafoam flowing over her feet. Instead of turning around to remove her clothes, she took another step forward. The thoughts of her clothed shower flowed through her head, how strange but freeing it felt. She took another step further, the waves now splashing against her knees. Another step, and the salty sea reached her mid thighs, the waves nipping at the hem of her jean shorts. No going back now, she thought, proceeding with another step. The water now soaked into her shorts, the light blue denim turning a dark navy and shining in the sun. The water rose, soaking the tail of her shirt, as it turned to a darker yellow and clung to her stomach. She then bent her knees and submerged up to her shoulders. Her T-shirt now floated freely around her, tickling her skin. 
    After some time swimming in the sea in her clothes, Tori’s bladder had filled up enough again for her to release for a second time. Hidden in the water, free of wet spots or puddles, this proved much easier. She relaxed and released, the relief still feeling exquisite, but the sensation did not linger quite as long as the ocean currents quickly dispersed the warm cloud. The naughtiness and excitement of seeing the color-changing patch were also absent. Despite enjoying the feeling of her wet clothes flowing around her and the secret release, Tori still preferred to have her ‘accidents’ on dry land. Nonetheless, she still enjoyed the rest of her beach day, especially when emerging from the ocean with her clothes clung tightly to her body, highlighting every curve. Her black bikini top peaked through the nearly see-through yellow shirt plastered to her skin. She noticed heads turn away from bikini-clad beach goers to instead focus on her. Her parents didn’t seem to question it, at least any more than her accidents. Tori basked in her unique form of beauty as she returned to lounge on the sand.
    After the beach was dinner again. Tori returned to her room to find a fresh set of sheets on her bed - a blank canvas. However, that would have to wait for now, as she needed to freshen up for dinner. She stripped off her damp beach clothes and hung them on the shower. A twinge of guilt hit her as she observed the amount of wet clothes hanging in her shower - and it hadn't even been two full days. However, this shame morphed inside her, festering into another naughty idea. She changed into tonight’s dinner clothes: a pair of clean black khaki shorts and a cute pink top. She went about her usual routine of applying make-up and straightening her hair. By the time she was finished, a familiar urge returned to her bladder. Without even questioning it, she let go, releasing the warm stream into her clean shorts. The droplets dribbled down her bare legs and puddled at her feet on the bathroom floor. ‘Now I’m ready,’ she said to herself, shaking off her feet and slipping them into her evening sandals. She proceeded to join her family for dinner, no one aware of the secret wetness hidden by the black fabric of her shorts in the dark of night.
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    Boopadoop reacted to coloradowet in Have you ever wet yourself in someone else's clothes?   
    It seems odd to say "that's really gross" in consideration this fetish is a "oddity" and some of us are still figuring it out "per say" no matter our age.... and it includes wetting ones pants..... with...pee!!!!
    Maybe you grew up after "dial up" internet and I'm sorry, you missed out on a lot😔 including figuring out we are not isolated and playing outside... im early 30;s if you want to try to date😘 seems we come from different oceans, but one of us didn't dawn an umbrella when needed.
    Ive read a few of your posts over the last month and you seem a troll. maybe your still learning but your really loud around here.
     
    sorry admins, china-girl seems suspicious and "odd"... their too active and decisive to be a omo enthusiast.
     
     
     
     
     
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    Boopadoop reacted to Lils in Soaked by rain and a little more   
    Apart from the fact that I’m not very fond of very warm temperatures, there is another reason I love these weeks when summer is turning into autumn… and that reason is rain.
    Last week I cycled to my office on a sunny morning, but the weather made a turn for the worse and from 15:00 in the afternoon it was raining. And not a light drizzle, but the kind of rain that would have you completely soaking within 10 minutes. Not having much of a choice, I had to cycle back through this rainstorm (prediction was that it wouldn’t stop raining before the office closed).
    I changed out of my business clothes, and into a comfortable pair of jeans for cycling and a t-shirt, and silently cursed myself for not brining a jacket or any rain protection. After changing and making extra sure I had packed my backpack in such a way that the rain could not reach my laptop or any other electronics, I stepped outside.
    My office to my house is a bike ride of around half an hour. Usually, I use this time to listen to a podcast, some music, or have a phone call with a friend. This time I did not do any of those things, because I don’t have waterproof earphones (maybe I should get those – anybody got any recommendations?). So, I spend my time cycling in silence. Within ten minutes I was soaking wet and cold, and the wind was picking up making me feel even colder. It made the bike ride seem even longer.
    About halfway to my home, stimulated by the cold, my bladder reminded me that I did not use the restroom before leaving the office and that I had consumed quite a bit of coffee, tea, and water. However, being on a bicycle is not the most difficult place to hold and 15 minutes is not that big of a deal, so I just continued cycling.
    It was around this point that I felt the water going to the last dry places. It was running into my shoes and socks, and I felt it dripping from my face, into my shirt and wetting my bra. I decided to shower immediately when coming home. I was feeling both cold and hungry, but my hunger could wait.
    Close to my house, I got off my bike and parked it. At this point, my bladder made it known that it had filled and that it was quite desperate for release. At the corner shop, about two meters away, there were three men smoking cigarettes under a canopy. I took a few steps, mentally preparing myself for peeling of my clothes to take them off, go to the toilet and take a shower. And at that point I though ‘f*ck it’. I was totally drained, and another bit of liquid wouldn’t matter at this point. While standing still to lock my bike, I let a long spurt of pee go. I immediately felt the warmth spread around my underwear and pants, even moving a bit towards my knees. The trio of men standing a few meters away were none the wiser, but I did not dare risking more (or standing strangely still next to my bike).  
    I walked a few more meters, to the door of my house. A lady was walking by with her small dog and umbrella while I unlocked the door. My jeans and underwear had turned cold again. I let another long spurt of pee go, while struggling with my keys. The familiar sense of spreading warmth returned, and I even fell some of it make it towards my knees. I unlocked the door and stepped into my home.
    Inside my home I was cautious of where I was walking since I was spreading rainwater (and a little something else) where I was standing/walking. As fast as I could I walked to the bathroom, looked at the toilet and decided to skip it. I stood under the shower, in my rain-soaked outfit, and got out of my shirt while I was letting loose. The stream of pee and accompanying feeling of warmth started slowly, as it had before, but soon turned into a stream going through my soaking jeans and even reaching my socks and shoes. As I struggled with unclasping my wet bra, my bladder emptied. There was a small stream from my feet to the drain of the shower.
    I decided to rinse the rest of my clothes under the shower and turned on the shower. While showering I took of my shoes, jeans, underwear, and socks and put them in a pile for the laundry. Them being completely soaked by rain is a good reason to wash them, even if I (and now you) know that there was a little more than rain in the wetness of the clothing.
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    Boopadoop reacted to Lilly_Magic in Spending the morning in my wet bed   
    I've done something I haven't gotten to do in such a long time. I had nearly forgotten that feeling. In the evenings I like to drink a large cup of hot tea to help me relax. Sometimes I use the restroom before going to bed, sometimes I don't. I like the feeling of a nice 7 full bladder as I fall asleep. Of course upon waking I'm always at a 9 or 10. Just perfect for a morning urgent trip to... wherever I feel like peeing 😉. Mostly it's just a run to the bathroom.  But this morning 
    I would have the perfect opportunity not to.
     So after my evening tea the night before, I just put down an extra blanket and climbed in bed, knowing I'd be pretty desperate by morning. 
     We already know how my morning went. Me squirming a little, not wanting to get up to pee, saying "fuck it" and then soaking myself and the bed. After I laid there under my nice warm covers and on topnof my nice warm puddle, half asleep and enjoying my naughtiness. I decided that it felt too good to get out of bed. 
     Even just laying there in my pissy wet bed, felt so amazing. It had need way too long since I had a bed I could do that in. I started reminiscing about those days. Days where I was alone, wet, naughty, body tingling with excitement. 
     Then there's that feeling when you know that if you just relaxed your muscles you co!l8+oo}pp}uld let the piss flow. We all know that feeling. Warm and soothing, and comfortable. As soon as I got that feeling I knew how I would spend the rest of my naughty morning. Laying there relaxed and pissing myself every time that little tingle comes.  I don't know if this happens to others, but every time, just after a small gush of piss leaks out, my body quivers a little and twitches. It feels like the smallest shiver of an orgasm. 
     Ten times 
    My goal was to spend the morning in my wet bed, leaking like a baby, at least ten times. Each time the rush of piss escaped and ran down my bottom, or soaked up the front of my pajamas, or trickled down my legs, felt like warm hands stroking my skin, like a hot little tongue licking and kissing most sensitive areas. And then at the end of each leaking piss, there was that twitch, arousing me little by little. By the tenth time wetting my bed in my soaked pajamas I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take care of this delicious sexy feeling I was getting in my tummy with each wetting. 
    So I took down my pajamas bottoms and my panties, turned onto my stomach and began rubbing the wet blanket against my self, grinding the soft hot fabric. It felt so amazing, like a warm wet mouth kissing and licking. It felt so hot and naughty and sexy. It felt personal and secret and sensual. Climaxing like that was a feeling that I hadn't had in a very long time. It was so good that I had to push one last spurt of piss out right in the middle of that intimate pleasure and savor the tickling feeling as it trickled down my vulva and down my legs. 

     



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    Boopadoop reacted to PrincessPEEach in Other stuff   
    I’m definitely into cum, probably more so than pee lol, but that hardly seems like a fetish…
    I totally adore cum in pants the most, sooooo hot😍
    I’m personally not so into sweat or spit, although I’d be down to indulge a partner who was…
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    Boopadoop reacted to No Toilet in Has anyone had a genuine accident because they couldn’t get their belt undone, or zipper stuck?   
    I remember a time when I wearing some sports pants with an elasticated waistband.
    I put them on that morning and tied up the cord in the normal manner so they were a comfortable fit and crucially would not fall down (especially in my case as I do not wear any underpants).
    Anyway, I was going about my day out and about when I got desperate for a wee and found somewhere suitable to pee outside without being seen.
    However, the cord on the waistband somehow got itself so tied up on a knot that I could not, despite several attempts, undo it to allow me to pull my pants down to get my penis out. At this point I was on the verge of losing control and even tried to yank my pants down but the pants were too tight to pass my hips!
    So I had no choice but to wet myself and as I was bursting my pants could not hold all my pee thus they leaked onto the ground and into my shoes!
    I had to walk around town showing the obvious wet patch until my pants sufficiently dried!
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    Boopadoop reacted to RomanRune in Allison Wets For Me And Keeps Them On   
    Let me preface this with these events took place in 2004. As crazy as it sounds now, Allison at this time didn’t even own a cell phone, cameras on phones weren’t common and those that existed were poor; texting was still a novel concept, and use of phones during class or work was highly discouraged. All of that is to say constant contact throughout the day was not a possibility. I had my schedule and she had hers, and we’d see each other and catch up infrequently throughout the day.
    To recap (it’s been a while and I don’t get a chance to write much), Allison and I met in college. We got pretty serious pretty quickly and in fall of 2004 we basically started living together in my dorm room. We are still together today. Allison is 5’7” with large breasts, wide hips, milky white skin, long dirty blonde hair in a natural cut, and blue eyes. She is strikingly pretty in a way that’s hard to define, but she looks to me like Kelly McGillis in Top Gun, with straight hair. She has also aged much better than Kelly. I’m a few inches taller than she, broad shoulders, dark brown hair, olive skin, and green eyes (what Allison says was what she first noticed about me when we met, the unusual contrast). 
    During that fateful fall semester of our first year together I opened up completely with Allison about my wetting fetish, with her actively encouraging me to not hold back. She became a willing participant almost immediately after me telling her (see previous stories). There were no guarantees granted what would and wouldn’t be done, but in the early days of a young and passionate relationship we wanted to learn all there was to learn about each other. We had gone far enough down the wetting rabbit hole to know what most turned me on and what she was most comfortable doing, settling most of the time on her peeing in panties without pants on, as she didn’t mind the wet panties but wet legs just made her feel gross and clammy. It was an easy compromise for me as the sex afterwards was always wonderful and tender, most of the time with the wet panties pulled to the side. I had mentioned a few times in passing after we had finished that she should leave those wet panties on and just put her jeans back on. She always declined that idea good-naturedly but usually went commando the rest of the day as a calculated way of keeping my motor running for later, doubling down on the shared secret between us. But she never told me never.
    I’ve said before, I believe much of the root of my kink for wet underwear is based on having a shared secret. A knowing look between me and her of something we just did or are planning to do, while around other people who have no idea and don’t even catch the look happened. This also I think goes a long way to explaining both my love for seeing women’s underwear peaking out from their clothes (I caught peaks of Allison’s thongs many times without her knowing it happened), and my love for women not wearing underwear (Allison hasn’t worn any in like 8 years now). But I digress.
    It was an October morning, we were waking up for class and messing around a little, making each other giggle and starting the day off in a good mood before both of us had to get off to campus. My roommate (apartment style dorms where we had separate bedrooms) had early classes most days and was already gone. Allison said to me with a coy expression “you wanna pick out my panties real quick? I gotta go pee.”
    I smiled and immediately she could feel my desire poking her hip, responding “thong or full-back?”
    “Your choice, stud. Which do you prefer?” I always prefer she wear thongs but pee in cotton full-backs as it was more fabric to feel and look at; I pulled out a pair of grey cotton bikinis that show the pee very nicely.
    “How would you feel about wearing these to class today?” I asked, only half serious but fully hopeful.
    Allison smiled at me with a look of indulgence, and as she stood up her large breasts and bare hips were revealed to me from under our shared covers. “Ok, let’s see if it works,” she said grabbing the panties with one hand and my cock with the other, leading me with a loving grip to the bathroom. She quickly slid on the panties and stepped in the shower, clasped my fully erect member between her legs against the fabric, and without hesitation let loose into her grey panties, pulling me in for a deep kiss and embrace. 
    It was over in a moment, her panties thoroughly soaked in the middle, but contrary to how we usually play, I hadn’t grabbed her butt and spread it up her backside, in hopes of minimizing damage to facilitate wearing them all day. She stroked me a few times with her hips, sliding my cock along the wet cotton fabric, then released me to wipe down her legs and pat the excess pee from her panties, then walked back into the bedroom. After a quick sexytime session we both got dressed. I watched as she stood in the middle of my bedroom in wet panties pulling on a bra and a black Harley-Davidson t-shirt, extending my viewing time of her wet panties as long as possible. Then the  grey wet cotton disappeared beneath her blue jeans and the day was on. As I was about to open the door to leave I heard Allison groan “oh no, it’s already showing!” My heart fell as I turned around and sure enough, a wet patch was visible on her lower butt. Neither of us bargained for this, humiliation and embarrassment are non-starters for both of us. Rookie mistake, cotton full-backs under denim aren’t going to work. She quickly changed into a black thong and khaki pants (she liked to match her shirt to her underwear in case the underwear showed over her pants), throwing the soiled clothes into the laundry, and as we walked out she said, with promise, “We’ll try this again another time.” She hadn’t showered, so I was still comforted by the thought of what we had done that morning, and knew she would still think of me all day.
    Fast forward a week or so, the topic came up again. This time I was already inside her and we were exchanging sexy banter, I told her how sexy it was that she tried to wear wet panties all day. She smiled at me and whispered in my ear, moving vigorously below me “let’s try it again today." I was done moments later. 
    As I rolled off of her she stood up and opened the space in my dorm she commandeered as a panty drawer, pulling out a red lace thong. I had never picked these for purposes of her wetting and they didn’t seem likely to either show damage or get very wet. 
    “I think these will work,” she said and again led me to the bathroom, where we again came close together and she peed with me between her legs, shaft brushing against the red lace.
    We cleaned off as best we could, wiping down our legs and patting off any drips from her panties. I was ready to go again but I was running late for class so I had to dress quicker than she could get ready. Before leaving I did see her slide on a pair of jeans over the red thong. I was right in that it showed little in the way of damage, but it had felt quite wet when she had finished relieving herself.
    I wouldn’t see her for a few hours, not until lunch; she had a class and a shift at the library where we both worked, while I had a couple classes of my own to attend. Fast forward a few hours I was sitting at a large round lunch table in the cafeteria with some other friends of ours when she came up beside me and sat down with her food. I hadn’t even seen her enter the cafeteria. She had slipped on a red T-shirt with her hometown baseball team to go with the jeans I had seen her pull on that morning. 
    After a round of pleasantries with those we sat with everybody went about their own conversations. Allison caught my eye and looked down as she only slightly spread her leg, showing me her crotch. I saw nothing out of the ordinary, just normal looking blue jeans. 
    “It worked.” Allison said simply, with a slight melodic lilt. It took me a moment to register what she meant as I looked into her eyes, she smiled knowingly at me and the meaning of her words hit me like a punch to the chest. It was 12:30 in the afternoon, and this gorgeous creature, whom I was still trying to come to terms with giving me the time of day, let alone sleep in my bed, had worn peed-in panties for the last 4-½ hours, to both class and a shift at work, and now sat at lunch, surrounded by friends, calm as if nothing had happened at all.
    My heart was beating like I had run a mile. Careful to not give anything away to those around us I responded “you’re still wearing them?” 
    “Yep! Nothing showed!”
    We let it hang there for a few minutes as she ate her food, joining in conversations as if none of our exchange took place; once in a while we would look at each other with that knowing look passing between us. When she was done we excused ourselves and went outside. I launched into her with questions eating me alive.
    “How do you feel about this? Can you feel it? Are the panties still damp?”
    “I was a bit self-conscious as I was walking to campus, but I stopped in the bathroom when I got to the Hall and couldn’t see anything, so I went to class. I could definitely feel them damp during the lecture and I thought I could smell myself but I’m convinced I’m just being paranoid. It was more of a thrill sitting at the desk at the library, checking out students and thinking about my drying panties under the desk. They’re pretty much dry now, and I have to get going. I will see you tonight!” She gave me a deep kiss then walked off to her next class, giving a slight sway to her hips, knowing I was watching her go. I also knew she had at least one more shift at the library to attend.
    I thought about Allison for the rest of the day, but I knew I wouldn’t see her again until that evening, she had a mid evening shift at the library and was going to drop by her dorm room to get some things. She came in around 8 PM, looking conflicted but knowing I would want her, and all the details. “Hey you! Let’s get into your room, I’m ready to get these off!” 
    Following her into my bedroom I asked “How was the rest of the day?” i started kissing her neck, moving her blonde hair out of the way.
    “It was ok, there’s definitely a shelf life and I think I’ve passed that”
    “How do you mean?”
    “Well as I was using the restroom at the end of the day I could definitely tell these had been wet earlier, and Kelly (her roommate and best friend) asked me to help hang a poster while in the dorm. Her face was only a foot from my hips and I was worried she could tell. But I don't think she did, so I got away with it all day!”
    She laid down on the bed as I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off as she raised her hips. The aroma of intense arousal and soiled panties was heavy and I purposely left the thong in place.  Laying next to her I slid a hand down inside the thong. They were damp, but not from pee anymore. “You say you were nervous, but your body says you're excited,” I remarked as my fingers easily slid inside her. I could tell by the look in her eyes I had found the right spot.
    She spoke in a husky voice full of desire “I was nervous sometimes, but I knew the thought of me was driving you crazy. Sitting through class with wet panties, at work talking with everybody we work with, checking out books to students, and walking people around the library to find something, all the while I could feel my own pee still damp on my skin, walking to campus and back, nobody possibly knowing I had peed myself for you and kept the panties on. I've been want this moment all day."
    “So would you do it again?” I asked as my fingers brought her closer to release.
    “Maybe not to school, but while in public, I can do that again,” she said as her hips moved in time with my fingers. After that more than fingers were used and more than one release was achieved. Later a well-deserved hot shower was taken together where I treated her like the goddess I felt she was.
    God, I love this woman.
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    Boopadoop reacted to PrincessPEEach in Anyone Ever Indulge in their fetish unknowingly in adolescence   
    I used to sneak outside as an adolescent and pee between our shed and garage. I wouldn’t say it was ‘unknowingly’ because I definitely knew there was no rational reason to do so, except that for some reason, I liked it, especially when I reallllllllly had to go and had been squeezing and holding myself. One time I ended up getting carried away on the rubbing and squeezing and came in my little yelllow shorts. That was kind of the tipping point into it being sexual for me….obviously lol
    When I was much younger I used to love to sit on the sand at the beach with my legs apart. I’d pile all the sand up between my legs and pack it in tight and then pee. I also knew this wasn’t really appropriate, but jeeeeezus I loved it and sometimes I just couldn’t resist. I’d actually love to recreate this as an adult…..
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    Boopadoop reacted to IHTPP in Journey to nearly wetting   
    So today I had the closest experience to actually wetting myself. I have an extremely strong bladder, so much so that I think it’s impossible for me to actually soak myself accidentally. I got super close though today and here is the story.
    so I got to work at around 1, at this point I had only peed when I woke up. I have a very large water bottle I’m constantly drinking from all day and I had a work thing to go to. By the time I had left I had drank half of my water bottle and felt an urge to relieve myself but skipped it due to a customer interaction taking too long and is beginning to be late to the event.
    we got lunch before hand where I drank 3 glasses of water, was again going to make my way to the bathroom but again we were running late so I had to hold onto it. By the time we got there 40 minutes later I needed to let loose as would begin to cause me some serious discomfort if I had put it off, plus I drank nearly the rest of my water bottle. 

    problem is our booth was at the other side of the event from the ports potties, so I had to again hold off until I had a break. 3 hours passed of me interacting with potential buyers and by now my bladder was swollen, I had to go so freaking bad but I had to act normal plus I had on khaki shorts. I finally broke off to stumble to the restrooms. 15 minutes later I walked up to see of course, someone had ran their truck into the ports potties and it was shut off. I was so close to wandering off and whipping it out somewhere but I couldn’t sue to me being in work uniform and having many people around every corner.
    I had nearly 2.5-3 liters of water trying to bust out, given I had sweat a bit I knew I was busting at the seams. I bit my lip and went back to my booth. I achingly moved passed the next hour until we wrapped up, every second began to feel like minutes and I was shifting my weight constantly. 
     
    I was told we had to go back to the store to drop off the stuff. A 30 minute drive. I got into my car thankfully having driven separately searching desperately for a bottle, but I had cleaned my car out earlier. Next plan was to whip it out next to my car. but everyone at the festival was leaving. I was so full I felt pregnant. You could easily see my bladder bulge through my shirt. I drove for about 15 minutes before I felt the first leak, and then the second. It was getting harder to prevent it so I had to figure something out. That’s when an absolutely wave of desperation hit me and the only thing now keeping it in was my bear claw wrapping around my cock.
    I didn’t know what to do it was dark though and I pulled off into a rather empty parking lot, jumped out still holding on and starting to try undoing my belt with one hand, the pressure now trying to bust down the door. I ungripped and my stream erupted as I as quick as I could unzipped to get it out. I unfortunately did have a noticeable wet spot as it was so forceful and I peed for nearly 3 minutes right next to my car.
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    Boopadoop reacted to PrincessInTheP in Cumming in the bathtub after having an accident- feet   
    In an earlier post this week I explained how after having accidents at work, I often rush home to masturbate multiple times before showering and rejoining society 🤫
    Well, here's a little taste of that. It's just my feet and my vibrator but I make some excellent sounds. I don't know if I'm ever going to go full 🦫😂  here but I might work up the boldness to show a little more at some point.
    So in this video I have just come home from work in a sopping wet dress. I came in from the garage, up the stairs, threw all my shit on the floor and ran to the bathroom immediately so I could strip my visibly wet clothes off and get rid of the evidence before my boyfriend noticed anything. That day I had fingered myself twice in the car after my accident at the marina, my feet up on the dashboard , legs spread open with the steering wheel in between them. Then continued my drive home. My pussy and thighs were just a sloppy slippery wet throbbing mess and you could smell it on me. I keep this little vibrator in the bathroom for moments just like this. I'm lucky that I cum easily. A stiff breeze and I'm a trembling mess. Immediately after this video I just took a shower and then came out like the sweet little 😇 that I am. Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. Meow.
    Do we like this? 
    XO
    Ps- I really wanted a high resolution on this one for the detail but alas the file was much too large. Sorry Charlie
     

    InShot_20210920_094527759.mp4
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