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ciceroman

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    Bedwetting
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  1. This is bold. Posting pictures and a link to the video on a directly rivalling website. A russian website.
  2. I'm into DOING it. Not into anything to do WITH it. Don't know whether you know what I mean. I like, no I LOVE the feeling of just slowly pressing everything into my pants. It's all about this act. I actually HATE the cleaning. And I really absolutely don't like the shit. Like at all. This is contradictory, I know. This means I like videos where you can see a girl actually shitting herself, because there's a bulge forming. As soon as shit is seen (either through a stain or directly) I'm out. As I said, I love the act of doing it.
  3. Rawr, that is hot! I also do this quite often. Homeoffice makes so many things possible. I often start my day with peeing in the shower and then don't use the toilet for the complete rest of the day. Meaning I only use my pants if I have to go. And often I'm sitting in my wet pants on my wet chair for hours and hours, while working. It even helps being creative. At least I think it does, since I'm so relaxed and positively excited when wet. And seeing your really hot pictures, knowing that there are others out there doing exactly this, makes it feel so much better.
  4. Yes. At school I was wearing dried peed in jeans several times. And in the last couple years when my omo-fetish totally got out of control it became quite normal for me to pee into my pants (jeans, joggers whatever) and either wear them all day (until they dried or keeping them wet all the time) or hang them to dry and wear again later or the next day. I don't want to wash every day so my pants often have to endure more than one wetting. And sometimes, when the smell isn't too bad, I also wear them to go out.
  5. This is a rhetoric question, isn't it? Yes, of course. I would probably already do this for less than 100 million dollars
  6. Update. Since this day had started so wet I absolutely could not resist. This longing to just spread my legs and go was overwhelming. So, when the day went by and everyone was busy enough I silently changed into some old jeans that would have needed a wash anyways, while pretending to attend some online-meetings. And then I just pissed. I deliberately pissed a whole days worth of pee into my jeans and long underwear. Oh my god. Needless to say afterwards it took only some gentle strokes around this wet bulge to send my boner into waves and waves of ecstatic, massively cum ejecting spasms. And since I had to be quiet I only screamed silently while shivering and shakingly going to my knees. As I said, it's cold up hear and I'm normally wearing these long underwear pants above my normal boxer-briefs. I LOVE how they soak up the wetness. This was a very special, wonderful, ecstatic wetting experience!
  7. Hello Everyone, I'd like to tell you a story of something that happened to me this morning. A short pretext: I'm actually living in a shared house with some friends. I'm working remote and am lucky to beeing allowed to choose my place of residency. So these days I'm in this nice house with a room for myself (nice view from my desk and good, peaceful working conditions), a shared kitchen and a shared bathroom. Yesterday I had made dinner for all of us and we had quite some beer. I've been to bed quite late. The bathroom was occupied at this time so I had to wait and just lay down for a moment. The moment became the whole night, since I fell asleep quite immediately and still with all my pants on (it's cold up here, so I'm wearing my standard boxer-briefs under some long underwear and thick, warm joggers). I was ripped from my sleep by the alarm today. Knowing I had to attend some meetings today I had to get up in time. It was then I realised how very, VERY badly I needed to pee. I had only fifteen minutes to the first meeting, so I jumped out of bed and wanted to dart to the bathroom, when I heard someone enter it closing and locking the door. I was still in my room and my door was closed. Within seconds my desperation became dangerous. I felt quite well that I was absolutely not going to make it. I paced my room up and down, pondering my options. Every other step I had to stop and clench my legs together. My bladder was going to explode. And it was this kind of desperation you have after drinking beer. Honestly I'm impressed I didn't wet the bed. I was at a 9.999 of 10 and realised I would not be able to hold it. Again I was looking around for options, when I felt the first spurt escape into my pants. I quickly undressed the joggers (they're sooo comfy and warm and I wanted to wear them all day!), rumamged in the basked with clothes to be washed, found dark joggers and while frantically dancing on the spot and holding tried to put them on. Looking in the mirror I saw an already quite visible wet patch between my legs. It became larger by the second and I had to be quick. I managed to put on the dark pants, when even more spurts violently shoot into my pants, wetting my boxers and the long underwear. These long underwear-pants did soak up most of my pee, which kept the joggers quite dry. At least for the moment. I still tried to hold. I didn't want to have a full-blown accident in my room. I still have to think about a way to smuggle my wet pants into the washing anyway. But however as much as I tried to avoid it, I really couldn't help but slowly piss into my pants. I fetched some clothes, fresh boxer-briefs, a new pair of long underwear, a t-shirt and the comfy joggers I wanted to wear today and positioned me at my door, ready to dash to the bathroom as soon as I would hear it being free again. I wanted to check in the mirror whether there was anything to see on my pants, but I couldn't move without loosing control. So I just stood behind my closed door, pressing my legs together and trying to control my bladder muscles, with decreasing success. And then I heard the bathroom door unlocking. My heart was racing. No one here does know anything about my fetish and this should stay this way! And I really, really don't want anyone to see me in wet pants. If I would leave my room now and there was anyone else wanting to use the bathroom, maybe already lined up, I would have to stand and wait there, probably with anyone else around to see me. I couldn't perform my already lost pee dance. No, I had to be absolutely sure, that - a - I could enter the bathroom immediately and - b - there was noone around to see me. I heard the bathroom door opening. Someone came out and closed the door. My muscles spasmed and the biggest spurt yet escaped into my pants. My heart was beating really fast, half of anxiousness and half of excitement. It felt so unbelievably good when the pee left my body, soaking up my pants, feeling the wetness in my croth, between my legs, the warmth, the naughtyness. When I didn't hear anyone else approaching I dared to act. I held the new clothes in front of me as normal as possible, opened my door and entered the hallway. There was someone sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast. I said good morning as casually as possible, while yet another strong, long leak filled my pants with joy, and entered the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. As quickly as I could I undressed the black joggers. Their damage was in fact minimal, the long undearwear had taken up most of it. The view in the mirror was thrilling. Without further thinking I stepped into the shower, put the water on and violently shaking with joy, excitement and relieve I full force pissed into my pants. It was pure bliss and I just hope I didn't moan involuntarily. It took ages to empty my bladder. I can't remember when I peed that much the last time. Even when I thought it was finished, there came more. Enough for another full blown accident. I was so aroused that peeing felt like orgasming. I undressed in the shower, washed myself and rinsed the pants. Even then I had to pee more and just let it all go with the running water. Afterwards I smuggled the wet pants rolled up in the black joggers and put everything to the other clothes in the basket in my room. Now I only have to find a good moment to smuggle everything into the washing without anyone noticing. Now I'm sitting here, working. With this wonderful view and a very intense sensation between my legs. I feel like I want to pee myself the whole day. But I can't with everyone else around. What a start into the day. Yeah, I wanted to let you know. Now I have to concentrate on this concept again I'm working on. C PS: sorry for any typos.
  8. Oh my god. I'm shocked by this amount of ignorance. "Antifa" is short for "Antifascism". It's not an organisation, it's a mindset. And every democratic oriented person is really completely automatically antifascist. But evil people, people who are interested in dividing the society (for personal gain or simply because they want to see the world burn) want dumb people to think of antifa as a terrorist organisation. Because then they can realise their evil agenda, while their fans fight against an imaginary enemy, who's only goal literally is to prevent fascism. When you fall for this, you really should rethink who you're following politically and question yourself, who does profit from their agenda.
  9. Oh yes, loads of times. After discovering my wetting fetish as a young teen (before I had any sexual thoughts) I used to sit at my computer and silently pee into my pants and jeans. I honestly really don't remember how I concealed my deeds and managed to NOT be caught (I really never was), because I shared a room with my brother at this time. After wetting my jeans I normally hid them in a small space under my desk and behind a small cupboard. And every other day I managed to smuggle my wet jeans into the washing. Funny enough I used to play winter games (I don't remember which version it was) these days and I connect everything of this game (the graphics, the games, the music, everything) with the feeling of letting go, the warmth in my crotch and the scent of drying pee. I love the memory of it. Today as a gamer I often just pee myself when I'm lazy or in the mood, although when I do I mostly have to interrupt my gaming, because I get too horny and have to take care of it.
  10. Yes. Some time ago I wrote a thread about my experiences. But I always only told my girlfriends. I never told anyone else. I've considered some times to tell a therapist - but I was not sure, that would improve the therapy, so I decided to keep this secret.
  11. Oh god, I really had a very embarrassing wetting... College days. Back then, good times. It was autumn, not really cold yet but not so warm anymore, that the parks in the city were crowded. It was really really late evening, maybe even after midnight, when I decided I needed a public wetting. I had thought about it for days and just could not resist anymore. So I dressed up in light blue jeans and some warm pullover, grabbed a bottle with water and headed towards the city park. It was a five minutes walk. When I arrived I sought a bench at the lake I've sat at so many times with my girlfriend these days. There was really no one else around. It was dark, silent and a little chilly. I absolutely love the night. So I became bolder, more daring. I normally intended to later walk in some darker corners, hide behind some trees and pee myself there. But since really no one else was there I just spread my legs and relaxed. I totally pissed my pants and there was a considerably huge wet patch between my legs. Oh my god, my heart was racing and I was as horny as I had not been for a long time! I sat there for quite some time but I didn't dare to masturbate in public. And since I felt like I'd explode if I did not take care of my boner very soon, I decided to return home. When I was at the main path however there suddenly appeared lights from behind. There were two cyclists heading my way. And since I was on the main path at this moment there was absolutely nowhere to hide. And since I already was in full sight of there lights it would have been very awkward to run away to some bushes. The damage was done, the moment of embarrasment was set and there was nothing I could do to avoid it. When they were right behind me I turned at the very moment they passed, so they could not see my face. But my wet jeans had been absolutely obvious. To my horror I recognised the couple living in the flat beneath my appartment. My heart was racing, my face was burning and I was covered in shame and embarrassment. Instead of returning home immediately I walked some extra rounds around the lake, always keen to stay in the dark areas. It took me like one or two hours to muster the courage to eventually head for the street I lived in. In the whole time I met no one else. Even not in the street that was lit with streetlights. How did I not think of that before? My pants were visibly pissed in and if one neighbor decided to have a look at night he or she would see me walking there with wet jeans. However I arrived my house, opened the door as silently as possible, positively sneaked up stair after stair not making the tiniest noise, with a violently beating heart... it was night, but I lived in a house with fellow college students - you never now when they decide to be up at night. And I had many stories to climb since my appartment was in the attic of a tall house. And I really did not want the couple in the flat to hear me coming home, but I could not help it. It had to unlock my door... When I was inside my appartment excitement rushed over me, I nearly could not hold it back and pissed my jeans again out of arousal. I had hardly finished peeing when I could not resist the urge any longer, yanked my jeans down and came right there standing in the entry of my appartment. This was a very special night. Funny mention: I never(!) saw the couple again. They broke up some weeks later and moved out when I was not home.
  12. In my youth I've sometimes worn peed in and dried jeans to school. When I began exploring this fetish (and I did this before discovering masturbation) there were lonely and longing nights in my room in the attic when I just could not resist, put on one of my dark jeans and totally pissed them. Sometimes sitting at my desk, sometimes standing, sometimes while looking out the window into the trees in the dark, sometimes kneeling... you get the point. And since I didn't want to arouse any attention of my parents or my siblings I just hang the jeans over the radiator for the night. Sometimes they were nearly dry the next morning, but most of the time I had to hide them in my cupboard for the day to put them on the radiator again as soon as I was home from school. And when these jeans were dry again I sometimes used them again to wet. And sometimes I wore them to school. I got away with a swimming class wetting some time earlier in school, where my jeans were really wet and noone found out. I remember noticing the distinct scent of pee, but noone else around me seemed suspicious. So I never thought much about wearing those stained jeans to school. I always considered those jeans as a treasure. They had a very special meaning to me. They were my wetting jeans. The origin of joy and bliss and warmth. Wearing them was always like having a talisman. Although I never dared to wear pissed and dried jeans to college or even to work (not including home office, of course ).
  13. Hello. I'm in constant Home Office since May 2020 and I am living alone since 2014. So, yes. I especially love the thrill of totally wetting my pants and my towel-protected chair with super important people in the meetings. Oh and since I'm living alone I'm totally used to simply go in my pants when I'm in the mood. There are times (sometimes weeks and months) when I'm not interested in wettings and such things and there are times I hardly use a toilet at all. When in such an "omorashi-rage" I sometimes even wet myself not really thinking about it, since it's so "normal" for me these times. I only fear that I absendmindedly have pissed my pants while sitting in a meeting (or prior to a meeting) and then stand up to get something (like some documents or even something to drink) and expose my pants to the camera not thinking about the wetness between my legs. Luckily this has not happened yet.
  14. Hello everyone, I'm often browsing pornhub for new wetting videos. Every now and then there are really new ones added. And literally every time I'm teased by this video: Even the preview is hot as fuck and today I decided it's finally time to buy it. I clicked the link and... it's gone. Waaah! So my question is: does anybody here in fact have this video or knows a working link? Sounds silly, but I MUST see her wetting her pants on this bench. Otherwise I fear I'm going mad. Thanks everyone. CX
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