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  1. Joni Mitchell takes a piss in a parking lot in the first four lines of “Talk to Me.”
  2. You need to check out My Secret Life by "Walter"; it's a genuine Victorian diary of an upper-class sex fiend and there is a great deal of peeing in it.
  3. Man, this was a well written story--thank you! I admit, I'm dying to see the photos!
  4. Thanks for replying! I like hearing about you feelings about having an accident in front of her. Would you saw you were both embarrassed and turned on by it? What about when she told the story to others in front of you? I would definitely like to hear your other accident stories!
  5. I'd love to hear more details about this; did you feel humiliated/emasculated peeing your pants in front her? Did these feelings turn you on? How did she tease you about it, at the time or subsequently?
  6. I don’t think this has been discussed here, though I might be wrong. This is a fairly thorough account of historical pissing art: https://www.davidzwirnerbooks.com/product/pissing-figures-12802014
  7. Thanks, WetChris, that was an amazing read!
  8. We need more of your stories, Thinwetboy; they were great!
  9. Do you mean this one? It's an old favorite of mine too! http://www.peesearch.net/community/forums/showthread.php?t=10909&page=1&pp=10 http://www.peesearch.net/community/forums/images/icons/icon1.gif Humiliating wetting at a bar (Male desperation & wetting) Hi, Im Sean. Im a shy 32 year old guy with a bladder problem who is in diapers 24/7. However, I still have accidents and I have grown to enjoy wetting. This is a story from the past. I have lots of them. It was a warm September Saturday night in 1997. I made plans with my friends to go to a bar in New York City. It was blues bar on the Upper East Side that has since closed...it was almost ten years ago...I was 22. Im 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, with sandy blond hair. I was a diapered bedwetter at this time, but I could make it through the day without diapers...unlike today. I had really gotten drunk at another bar and had barely made it to the one I was at. My friends were all up towards the front of the stage near the band while I was in the back. I barely made it to the bathroom when we got there, but I could only pee a little because it was a mad house and there was a guy peeing in the sink next to me...and a long line behind me. I have a shy bladder anyway so I could only get a little going before the guy behind me started to complain. There was no privacy. So I zipped up and hoped the line would die down..but over the night it just got worse...and I just kept drinking...it was a problem I just hoped would go away it..it didn't. To keep my mind off of everything, I was flirting with these two girls..they were part of a flock of girls that were there that night. One of them was a brunette that was an aspiring actress and the other was a masters degree student at Queens college. She was studying nursing, and kept telling me she had "no life" because of it. This was the first time she had been out in a long time. The brunette was named Allisa. She was in jeans and a sweater. She was petite and was wearing these black Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers. She was pulling on an Amstel light beer. Amy, the auburn redhead, was wearing these khaki dress slacks and a white silk sheer blouse with three inch heels. She was taller..around 5' 7"...and with her heels on she could look me right in the eye. She had these piercing green eyes and her beauty was as intimidating as she was. I was going to need to continue to drink just to keep from claming up. She was wearing this light pink bra underneath and ever so often, you got a peak at the lace accents and the shiny lycra of the bra supporting her full B-cup breasts. In her hand was a glass of red wine. It was sort of an odd thing to see...wine in a backstreet blues bar...and she stood out in the dark din of this dank watering hole. She looked like the kind of a girl you would meet at the opera. Depite the noise of the music, we got into a fairly high minded discussion about music, politics etc. We were in the back of the bar...away from the stage. I kept checking the endless line at the bathroom and at one point, Amy said with a hint of agitation in her voice "What's the matter? Are we boring you?" Allisa said, "Amy...I think he's gotta pee. And there's a loong line for the men's room for once! HA!" I countered by saying I was fine. "Well, you don't look fine. You look a little uncomfortable...a little desperate," Allisa said in a teasing manner. I WAS terribly desperate. My foot was already shaking and I was in pain. I had an already full bladder and I had no place to go. However, I decided to lie about it. "Im not like you, I'm a guy I don't have to worry about that," I said with some machismo. "Ohhkaay..we'll see about that..your beer is almost finished.," Allisa replied, "I'll buy you another..and as long as we're talkin' you don't set foot near that bathroom...or look at it!" I was really needing to pee but I decided to give up hope and just hold it...hoping to at least score a phone number from Amy whom I was making the most progress. Howeer, I was getting pretty nervous as it became more an more clear that I was desperate. I felt the sweat break out all over my body and I could feel small amounts of wetness escaping into my white breifs. However, I was so drunk that I ignored it. Every time my beer was empty, Alissa would buy me a new one with a smirk on her face. I wasn't paying much attention to Alissa though. I was too mesmerized by Amy's pert breasts and her sexy bra. At one point, she told me to hold her glass of wine. She then proceeded to tuck her blouse into her pants and the silk blouse had become fully see through. I could see every detail now of pink bra with the lace accents and her ample cleavage. Her slacks were also tight and she had a rather noticable visble panty line. They looked like high cut panties that a "good girl" would wear. When she tucked her blouse into her pants, she pulled the waist out for a brief second and I caught a very brief glimpse of the shiny pink cross stitching that made up the waistband of her panties. She was teasing me, and she seemed to like the attention. At times, I became completely aroused and she seemed to notice. With all the alcohol I was drinking, it became difficult to stay fully arroused. When I wasn't aroused, I was unknowingly leaking pee. The problem was, I was wearing light blue jeans and a white sweater. If I had the slightest accident, it was going to show. And I was STILL drinking...like a fool. Allisa kept buying me beer and I think she was hoping for something horribly embarrasing to happen. However, the beer allowed me to relax around a beautiful woman. I was only saved by the fact that that the lights were low and the place was dark. Amy was still on her first glass of wine. She was in control and barely buzzed. So I continued to talk with Amy and Allisa for about a half hour. Allisa was the actress, and she could see that Amy was getting the attention. She didn't like it, and kept trying to interject...but she was really drunk at this point and was having trouble making relevant points. All of a sudden the band stops playing music. The black guitar player at the microphone said "Thank y'all. Have a good night now..CDs ten bucks up front..good deal...we'll sign em for ya. Thank ya New Yark. Thank ya. Y'all been great." I had virtually ignored Allisa for the last ten minutes, and I don't think she was happy. She was pretty buzzed at this point due to all the drinking she was doing. Amy had pretty much stayed sober, but she may have been the designated driver. I was getting ready to put the moves on Amy and it looked like it was going to work. Then, I got a poke in the ribs. When I turned away from Amy, Allisa was standing there trying to stop laughing. "Sean, honey.." she said between warding off giggles "are we having a LITTLE ACCIDENT?!!" She then proceeded to tickle me on my stomach. I had forgotten how desperate I was an in and in an instant it all came rushing back in an overwhelming rush of desperation. Allisa then started laughing, turned bright red, and darted off into a group of girls that were about ten feet away. I looked down and was horrified to see that I had a very sizable wet patch on the front of my crotch. I looked at the now endless line of the bathroom line and a wave of anxiety built as I had knew now I had no way out. My brain had just made my bladder aware of my crushing need to use the toilet. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to whimper "Oh no..no..no..I can't hold it.." My heart began to race as I began to have an anxiety attack...cold sweats and shortness of breath...and then it happened...I lost total control of my bladder. I had no way of holding it. Hot pee shot through my member like a canon. There was an audible hissing sound that anyone with in a few feet could hear. It was a sizzling sort of hiss that almost always is associated with someone violently wetting themselves. I looked down and I saw the growing wetspot on my crotch...and I felt the hot pee streaming down my legs. I felt the clinging wet fabric of my white hanes briefs as the pee completely overan every inch of them. I could feel the wetness flowing down my ankles, soaking my socks and my shoes. It was warm and the relief was sublime, but soon gave way to dreaful embarrassment. Alissa was now taunting me in the background surrounded by her flock of girlfriends who were now laughing. I turned to Amy and she was still there. Her eyes had grown was wide as saucers as she witnessed my total humiliation...and complete emasculation. One hand was over her mouth, but of course, I still could not keep my eyes off her breasts. And to my suprise-and I still remember this vividly-her nipples grew erect and popped out of the lacey trim of her bra. They poked right out of her blouse and her breasts seemed to swell. "Sean, sweetie," Amy mumbled, "Im so sorry I kept you talking..you were looking at bathroom line...I didn't know you had to go so bad..you said you could hold it...it was dark..I didn't see you start to wet on yourself..oh no..honey..oh no...oh sweetie...you're soaking yourself..you just can't stop...you poor thing.." I stood there frozen with tears welling up in my eyes trying to say something. However, all I could do was whimper as I was trying to do anything not to cry. She had a maternal aire about her that was comforting...but it could do nothing to stop the raging flood of urine that was running down my legs. Allisa came back and grabbed Amy's hand. "Get away from him! He's like totally wetting his pants like A TOTAL BABY. Your shoes are wet!!" I looked down and there was a river of pee on the floor and Amy was standing in the middle of it. Her designer heels were splashed with pee. It snapped Amy out her trance. She looked at her breasts, pulled her blouse out of her slacks and went back to join her friends who were only several feet away...however she still continued to stare. I sat there frozen, soaking myself for over a minute..and then after I stopped, it started again in spastic intervals. I could not stop going. Her friends were trashed and were now cackling in laughter while staring at pee still streaming down my soaked legs. I could hear everything they were saying. And I just leaned up against the wall and stared at them hoping they would shut up..however they didn't care....they were too drunk to care. Besides, how often do you get to see a guy wet himself? "Sean wet his pants...Sean wet his pants.." Alissa and another girl began to chant over and over again in a slurred matter. "Waitress! We Need A Diaper Over Here!" sneered a cute blond that was with them. Amy only continued to stare in the background. Her face was bright red..almost as red as her auburn hair and her nipples were still poking through her blouse...even though it was now tucked out. It was at that point that I noticed the waitress walking toward me. She looked to be in her late thirties. She was attractive in that "Long Island Girl" sort of way. "Honey, its time to leave." Embarrassed, I tried to make believe nothing happened. "Why?," I said. "Well, its pretty obvious. You pissed your pants. You're still doing it. We need you to leave. Now come with me now, or its going to get a lot worse." By this time, a crowd had formed and it seemed like EVERYONE In the bar now knew what I did. There were gasps, laughs, and stares. A guy with a mop was cleaning up the floor around me. The waitress look me by the hand and led me out. "Don't come back unless you're in a diaper okay? If I see you again in here, I'm going to check for it...I ain't shittin you. I could have made this worse." She lead me out of the bar by the hand and before I knew it I was out in the street. It was a long ride back to Queens. It was just past midnight, and I ended up wetting my pants again on the subway platform going home. There was a lot smirks, laughter, and stares. My friends never got the full story. I know a few of them saw it, but they never brought it up to me. I told them I feel asleep and they threw me out. I wear diapers full time now for need. It hasn't helped my love live much, but for the sake of being a socially acceptable citizen I have to wear them to stay dry!
  10. BetterDry is my favorite these days; soft white plastic and very thick and absorbent.
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