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Meowth last won the day on December 16 2011

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  1. If I can just be straight up here: bearable art and a narrative that doesn't make me want to put my head into a brick wall. The two most difficult things to provide for, unfortunately.
  2. I've been in three serious relationships, and all three were with women who did not share my interests, but indulged them in various ways. One thing all three of them did as well was tell me that they didn't mind holding it, that it was easy to do, and that I was relatively easy to satisfy. All three of them lied here, whether they realized they were lying at the time or not. This leads to my advice. (1) Find out what is important to you sexually, find out how often you'd want it to be done that is both within reason and is somewhat ideal, and then cut that number in half (at least.) If they will indulge you and don't share the fetish, not working with them and being prepared to compromise could constitute as abuse and destroy the relationship. (2) Find out what is off-limits to them. If that interferes with what you're interested in, then you'll need to work it out. There are certain things that are simply intrinsically not as bad as other things. Peeing into containers is something you might be able to talk someone into after a long period, even if they're adamantly against it now. Having a public accident in pants that'll show is a different story; you might talk them into it, and it might end up seriously hurting your relationship (possibly to the surprise of you both after the fact.) Find out their reservations, the major ones, and then establish to what degree that's going to be an issue for you both. (3) Never take it for granted. If they don't share this kink, and they're not like, insanely kinky and wild in general, I promise you this stuff is difficult for them to do. The weird sting of peeing yourself goes away after awhile, especially when it is done in private for a lover. Doing these sorts of things in public or demanding there be some kind of stakes/risk involved is a higher order. This sort of thing stresses out people with the fetish, and you need to pay close attention to how much is stresses out your partner. I'm not saying don't ask for them for it. Whether you do that for any specific fetish or sexual desire or any task really in general is between you and your partner, but if they're really going out on a limb for you, don't take it for granted. Don't let them say 'oh, it was easy,' or 'I get pleasure from making you happy.' Maybe at some point it was. Maybe they do. All the same, there is likely a kind of narrative there, and it is your job as a person and as a partner to see through that and realize they did a lot for you, whether they say or realize it or not. All my advice is fairly general and universally applicable, and that is very much a deliberate thing. Every person is different, and every person values different things in different ways. The three women I was with seriously were all very different in how they indulged me and with what they were comfortable with, and that is to say nothing of the other partners I've had outside of serious relationships. Consider this general advice to tactfully apply to your situation. Hopefully it can be of some use!
  3. I've only seen it in a few different videos, and most of which were as Rachel said, JAV comps. I did have a girlfriend do it once after a partial accident, though. She hated using public bathrooms and lived on her college campus. She would often spend long periods dying to go while trying to finish homework, studying, hanging out with friends...ect. Well, one day she had decided to use the single-stall, common-room bathroom near-by (I'm not sure exactly why; either to spend more time hanging out with friends or studying.) Because of this, she held it an abnormally long time, likely to the point of waves + leaking. She rushed to the bathroom at the last minute and found it locked. She had to go through quite the journey to find another open bathroom (actually had to stop and squat down somewhere in the hallways to keep from bursting at one point), and by the time she got there, she rushed into the stall and started peeing as she struggled with the button on her jeans. Don't even think she had time to lock the door. Her panties were soaked and there was a spot between her legs. She placed a layer of toilet paper on her panties to help separate her bare skin from the soaked fabric.
  4. My ex told me as an aside once that she would avoid peeing while swimming. She's apparently never done it in a pool, and when at the beach, she would try to hold out until she could get to a bathroom. She wouldn't go far out of her way, though, and would continue swimming + refusing to get out of the water until she started leaking and, I would imagine, completely lost control. She described the feeling as different in the water and said that it just tended to come out at a certain point, no matter how much she resisted.
  5. This is technically a good thing, but it's unfortunate here. I feel like I've personally experienced or had a girlfriend experience almost every kind of standard, omorashi situation out there, but this one has always evaded me. It is a shame too, since I've always found it deeply fascinating. The fact that one piece articles of clothing aren't hugely common/popular does the situation no favors. @wettingman That was an excellent story. I've always been partial to those 'mostly made it' experiences. I had a girlfriend with strong latch-key tendencies, so she had a few 'accidents' of that kind. Shame she didn't wear bodysuits lol
  6. I've noticed there are very few stories/threads that discuss the phenomena of bodysuits and one pieces and the added difficulty in getting them off quickly. I think this is a shame. Unfortunately, I don't have any personal stories involving either of them resulting in prolonged desperation or a latch-key scenario, but I am very curious about it. Does anybody have any experiences or thoughts they'd like to share?
  7. Being unable to bob my leg could be devastating in certain situations, but worse than that, when on a overfull bladder, would be being stuck straight up, either sitting or standing. When I'm about to pee myself, the only thing that helps is leaning a little forward. If I couldn't do it in a pinch, I'd likely start leaking early.
  8. I typically do not use the /login page to log into my account, but I did this time. Each time I attempted to enter, I was given a message that my email and password were wrong. I attempted to log in by using the hover-over link. Presumably, this relied on the same infrastructure to handle the actual logging in itself, but it worked on my first attempt. I am using Brave browser incognito like usual. It is possible Brave attempted to autofill the username, though at one point I did clear the field and retype the whole email address just in case.
  9. Never witnessed it, but all my girlfriend's have had at least one experience of starting to pee before getting panties down. More significantly, I know there was, at the very least, one time an ex wet herself bad enough so that she had to change shorts, and one other time where a more recent ex lost control before getting the button of her jeans undone. She didn't give up and just stand there, but it did turn out to be her first public accident. I'll provide more details later. I also did this twice in my young teen years. I didn't stand there and completely piss myself either, but both times I was peeing full blast by the time I got my thing out lol. Needless to say, both times ended with a sizable wet spot down one leg.
  10. @Skirt Accident I've heard quite a few different pad related stories, but I can only recall one that played out like that. I'd nearly forgotten it. It involved a girlfriend/internet-fling I had around 15-16 with a slightly older girl (she was likely 18 at the time.) She used to go on these long jogs at a local park to try and keep in shape. Naturally, she wanted to be hydrated, but the park bathrooms were pretty disgusting, apparently. With my encouragement, she'd drink extra or hydrate beforehand, and this resulted in some pretty fun days (especially since she seemed to go commando 99% of the time she wasn't on her period, for whatever reason lmao.) Anyway, one particular day stands out to me. I believe it was my birthday or something so she hydrated way more than usual. She probably felt extra confident since she wore pads when she was on her period, and had a pretty inflated estimation of how effective they were at adsorbing piss. That day she had to leave the park earlier because she started dripping little bits and didn't think she'd make it through her usual route before bursting -- and she had to endure a drive home after on top of that. She said she lost a few small leaks while battling traffic and one slightly larger one when she was close to home. It was all she could do to keep from losing it completely and soaking the car seat -- which was absolutely NOT something she'd allow. I honestly believe she'd have sooner ran past her parents mid-piss on the way to the bathroom. Thankfully for her, things didn't end quite that badly lol. She rushed inside, went straight to the bathroom, and found her step-dad locked inside. She went to the other bathroom and her mom was in that one (showering, I think, but they didn't typically walk in on each other.) It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it was the first time when she had to pee that badly. She ended up going back to the other bathroom and rushing her step-dad. She tried to stand there, but felt herself losing it so she ended up sitting down on the floor. She told me she leaked over and over again while sitting there waiting. She did her best to confine it to the pad, but eventually enough came out to overflow it and wet her butt. She managed to avoid making a (noticeable) puddle, and her shorts were black so her step-dad had no idea his 18 year old step-daughter had just had an accident outside the bathroom door, but the moment she got in the bathroom, she said she rushed over to the toilet, but peed less than she'd expected, because of how much had already come out lol The pad, of course, was a piss-bomb.
  11. It depends specifically on what the crotch grabber is doing. I think it is by and large psychological, but applying pressure can be helpful to some, as well as other personal and nuanced things, for both men and women. I'd also say the primary cause for one putting their hand there in the first place will play a big part. It's easy to say that primary cause is 'because they have to pee badly,' but why do they have to pee badly? Is their sphincter failing them? Does their bladder hurt? Is their brain trying to void while they're resisting? What particular stressors is any one person trying to ease in any one situation? As for me, I avoid doing it like the plague in public since I find it incredibly embarrassing (although I really wish I didn't lol.) When I was younger, I would only hold myself if it meant the difference between me pissing my pants or not.
  12. I think a lot of people reading this would be shocked at how much they can hold when the wearer pees slowly. My current girlfriend has used pads more than once for containing leaks -- some times a multitude of them when she can't get to a toilet and the urge is overwhelming. I also have a story posted on here about how an ex managed to avoid an accident with a pad. The short of it is she couldn't get to the bathroom in time after a long car trip and was about to lose it in a doctor's office waiting room. The men's room was available, but she couldn't bring herself to use it. Apparently, before it was too late, she relented and peed some into the pad, which allowed her to hold it just along enough to get called back and rush into a family bathroom.
  13. For me, real life stories of desperation, leaks, accidents, and ect. are sometimes even better than first-hand experience. Hearing about it after the fact adds this realm of possibility and imagination to things, which in some cases ultimately amplifies the experience. There is also the suspense that comes along with it: that fervent wondering how it is going to turn out and what words, mannerisms, and emotions will be chosen to describe it. A good amount of my ‘experiences’ have been stories, related with varying levels of embarrassment and reluctance, from various friends online, to a few girls in high school, and of course a large bulk of them from ex-girlfriends. One of my favorites involved my ex desperate in the car with her mom, shortly after visiting me. It was a long-distance relationship and she was staying with family a couple hours out of town. We’d spent the day together, and since this was her last day in my state until her next vacation, we exchanged our sappy goodbyes before she left with her mom (my ex had recently turned 18 then,) and she spent every moment with me, not deigning to interrupt our goodbyes by visiting the toilet. She did not share my fetish, but she hated public bathrooms, so she was no stranger to holding her pee for long periods. There were, however, several things that made this time unique. First, she was drinking more fluids than usual (partially due to me lol.) On top of that, she had no idea how bad the 5 o’clock traffic was here, and then on top of all that, she was under the impression the drive was only 30 minutes without traffic. As it so happens, it’s closer to an hour IF you’re making good time. So pretty much from the get-go she’s gotta pee kinda bad, and due to the extra liquids, her bladder filled a lot faster than expected. About ten minutes into the ride, there was no ‘kinda’ about it – it was bad. Not about-to-burst bad, but bad enough so that she had to check with herself to make sure she could stay dry for 20 more minutes. Of course, she decided she could – she had a ‘bladder of iron’ after all. Well, it was a little less than 20 minutes later when she started to ‘get nervous.’ And to add some emphasis here, I have a myriad stories involving her desperate after this event, from leaks to full-blown accidents in public, but this was still somewhat early on in the relationship, so the worst desperation she’d experienced yet in the course of her young-adulthood were two occasions where she’d come super close to wetting her jeans in public --but even then, the first story she’d been saved by a very lucky maxi pad that had contained all the pee she’d lost, and for the second, although she pissed her panties a bit with friends nearby, she was close to a bathroom, so a visible accident had most likely been out of the question. This time, there was no bathroom within reach, and she had no protection other than some thin, beige microfiber boyshorts. Any leakage that made it beyond those would go straight to the crotch of her tight blue jeans, meaning she wouldn’t be able to hide even a small accident from her mom (or from anybody else at her family’s house.) And now, for the first time since meeting me, she was actually unsure about her ability to hold it. I asked her about it, and she told me that her legs were crossed extremely tightly and had been for some time. She asked her mom how far away they were, and the news was not good. About 10 minutes later, her leg started to bounce up and down, still crossed, all despite her attempts to hide how badly she had to go from her mother. Shortly after that, she removed her jacket and placed it across her lap so she could stealthily slip a hand between her legs. She said at this point her bladder was actually aching from how badly she had to go, which was a dialed down version of a feeling she’d only related to me once prior -- shortly before she had to run to the toilet during a private hold to keep from peeing her pjs in the middle of her kitchen (which was the closest she'd come to a private accident yet.) Around this point she started to squirm ‘majorly,’ likely because she was too shy to tell her mom she couldn’t make it home, but needed her to notice so they could pull over. During this time she apparently thought back to what clothes she had brought with her, and tried to remember if she had a clean pair of panties if the worst happened. or if she’d have to do laundry. Thankfully for my ex, her mom did notice and headed for the nearest exit after realizing how dire the situation was. I asked her what she had thought was going to happen to the panties and she told me ‘at least a large leak.’ And a large leak it was. While pulling into the Mc.Donald's, she apparently underwent some involuntary dribbling (likely some before that as well.) Upon stepping out of the van, she attempted to walk casually, to keep any signs that she was about to burst to herself, like usual, but she caved and started to speedwalk before she even finished crossing the street. Before getting into the Mc.Donald's, she actually lost control and started peeing for a quick second –not enough to wet her pants, but it apparently soaked her panties quite badly. At this point, she was practically running through the restaurant, her underwear soaked and potential witnesses all around her. She barged into the bathroom and used a hand the moment she realized nobody else was in there to see. She danced to the nearest stall and had to tightly cross her legs while unbuttoning her jeans to keep herself from full—force peeing down her legs. She ripped down her bottoms and made it just in the nick of time. She managed to evade a full-scale accident, but when she pulled her panties back up, she could feel the wetness against damp skin, as she'd lost quite a bit of pee into them. She never commented on whether or not her pants got wet, since at the time she had a slightly inflated idea of what panties can hold and had likely not thought to check, but I’d imagine at least a few drops overflowed from her semi-hydrophobic boyshorts during her spurt, and that the bottom most portion of her panties had likely dampened her crotch-butt area to the point of darkening the denim, even if only a bit. This is one of my favorite stories involving her. One of her closest calls, though replaced by plenty of other experiences in the coming years of our relationship. I’m happy to share more like this if people are interested in hearing them. Also, share some of your own stories as well, favorites that’s you’ve heard from others, whether big or small. One’s that stand out to you.
  14. Depends. Private stuff from friend's or partners is stored locally for security. The rest is stored in the cloud for easy access.
  15. Maybe four or so years ago, after off and on hitting on this girl I went to high school with over Facebook, she invited me to her birthday party. It was upstairs at a restaurant, had live music, some other things going on, and even a small, private 'bar' area that sold liquor. Uncharacteristically, I actually managed to find myself alone with her, partly thanks to the help of the person who had come with me (a mutual friend of myself and the host/girl who had not known we knew each other.) Long story short, we were standing outside on a balcony getting to know each other, away from the noise of the party. I talked her into letting me buy her a drink, and it was around that point I'd realized at no point during this party had she gone to the bathroom. Now, she wasn't much of a drinker so she wasn't putting away a ton of alcohol or anything, but it had been several hours now and she'd gone through more than one bottle of water while dancing. At some point in the evening, I noticed she was standing with her legs a bit close. Closer than they'd been at any other point. This was followed up with some mildly awkward leg crossing (we were standing,) and shortly after that, some squirming around. Obvious squirming. At first, as if she'd chugged red bull or done a line or something and just could not keep still, but it started to morph into this really obvious pee dance where she went from foot to foot and even moved her hips a bit. It is worth mentioning here that at this point, we were mostly consistently alone, but occasionally people still came out. So she was just standing there, doing this super obvious pee dance, making no effort whatsoever to stop this conversation. At first I tried to provide openings for her to exit, since I saw the pee dance as a sort of 'stop talking so I can go piss' thing, but... she didn't take me up on it lol. So I went about the opposite strategy of keeping her there as long as possible. Now, unfortunately, the friend I had brought came out and asked her with a laugh if she had to pee. When she answered honestly and said she had to go really badly, my friend told her to go pee. The girl apologized to me and literally ran back inside to the toilet. I can't help but wonder how that night would have turned out otherwise, but I do have to say that even if the girl had done exactly the same thing without our friend telling her to go, that would have been marginally less disappointing lol.
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