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ciceroman

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  1. Things about going number two in my pants I like: - doing it - slowly pressing it out - feeling the hard mass between my cheeks - realising the naughtiness of what I'm doing Things about going number two in my pants I DON'T like: - the smell - the cleanup - the poop itself (ugh!) - having to wait so long until I can do it again πŸ˜„
  2. Oh yes, I LOVE staying in my clothes after wetting (and pooping) them. Since living alone I had countless opportunities to leave them on. I didn't count, but there were many many times. The longest I would say was wetting during the day, letting them dry, while going on with my day, rewetting and pooping them in the evening, enjoying the feeling SOOO much, that I didn't want to put them off, cuddling into (protected) bed with them, falling asleep, waking up, enjoying the solid, hardly staining mass in my pants even more, while again rewetting my pants after getting up, making breakfast, starting homeoffice and eventually having a shower around noon (I honestly was really sad when I had to abandon this lovely hard, dry, solid, stainless piece of joy in my underwear - but putting my pants back on after having showered didn't feel right). When I wet myself these days I sometimes leave my underwear on during the night. Or when I know I'm really alone and there won't be any mailmen or other people disturbing my privacy I sometimes pee myself during the morning and keep my pants on for the whole day. Sometimes I let them dry, sometimes I keep them warm all the time. ❀️
  3. Hello everyone, I'm descending into some all-in-omorashi madness since weeks. I haven't used any of my toilets for a long time. Lately my body got used to two scenarios there seems to be no arguing anymore. 1. when I come home, I jump from any level of desperation to 10. Straight 10. After closing my door I have about 10 seconds to reach a toilet (never tried though), then the pee comes out. Wherever I am, whatever I do, if I want it or not. The other day I went straight to the basement to get my laundry from the machine first before retreating to my appartment. I didn't mean to wet myself (I was wearing the good pants I didn't want to wash so soon). However when I entered the laundry room and wanted to bend down to the washing machine, an urge so heavy that I can't explain it, struck me and immobilized me for a moment. I wondered whether it might be hot to just piss myself right now but decided I didn't want to wet these pants, so I tried to hold it. I squatted to fetch my laundry from the machine and put it into the basket, when another wave of hot urge hit me. I couldn't even concentrate on opening the machine, all my mind was bound to holding it. I made a silly pee dance, really, honestly trying to hold it. But there was no way out of this moment. I would have absolutely NO chance to reach my appartment in this state of desperation. And when I distracted my mind for just one second by opening the machine and getting my laundry, I would also immediately loose it. There was nothing I could do. And then the was the first spurt of pee soaking into my underwear. I became frantic. I really, really didn't want to pee these pants, so I yanked them down. The same moment my pee started to rush into my underwear. I tried to hold the good pants out of harms way while artistically squatting, supported by one arm, while the other hand was holding my pants away. I placed my bum over the sewer grate in the middle of the room while the flood of pee soaked into my underwear. Then the first drops of pee became a torrent, running through my underwear and into the sewer. I was rock hard from excitement. When I was finished I examined the damage. There would be no chance for the good pants to remain dry when I just pulled them up again. So I took them off and stood there with totally soaked underwear (I was wearing these long underwear you sometimes wear in winter). I fetched my laundry and hurried into my appartment, where I first took care of my excitement. ❀️ 2. after getting up in the morning the situation is similar. As soon as my body leaves the horizontal position I have about a minute (maximum) to reach a toilet. Then the pee comes. Wherever I am, whatever I do, whatever I'm wearing. So for some weeks now it is absolutely common for me to get up, collect the clothes for the day and before I leave my bedroom, my pants are wet. Sometimes a little, doing the rest in the shower, sometimes completely. Yet I have developed a new dare lately. I go to bed a little desperate already (like 4 or 5/10), put a towel underneath me and a second towel between my legs. A sideeffect is, that I sleep way better with this towel pressed between my legs. It feels so comfortable. πŸ™‚ And for several nights I practiced to let go some drops when I woke up feeling the urge to pee. Most nights I woke up completely dry. But last night was different. Before I went to bed I couldn't hold it before even leaving my appartment to reach the attic bedroom. So I made a small wet patch between my legs, before I could stop myself, reducing the desperatio from 10/10 to like 8/10 again. When I arrived at my bedroom I pondered whether I should change. But the wet spot was not that huge and with the towel between my legs there would be not damage done. So I went to sleep with already wet pants (as always two layers of boxer briefs and one layer of long, very well absorbing underwear). It was a strange night, with many dreams, not so much good sleep and many times waking up halfway, not really knowing where I am. I remember several times feeling the urge to pee, the thought of just letting go, but everything at least half-asleep. But guess what? When I woke up, I was completely soaked. The towel between my legs was soaked to the brim and the towel under me had a huge wet spot. It prevented some damage from the bed itself, but this had a small wet spot, too. So I apparently have wet myself somewhere during the night. This made me so f*cking horny I couldn't resist to orgasm right away. I had another while showering and feel like it's time for another one right now, while writing this. And - as always - as much as I enjoy this, I ask myself, why is it that I do this? I am so desperately longing to do this with a girlfriend. A longing that nearly causes physical pain sometimes. Yet my hopes of finding such a woman are nearly not existant. So I come to the conclusion that I'm doomed to stay alone. Because I love this so so so much, that I don't want to go without it. I need to be able to do this. The girl I'm dating right now would NEVER do this (she told me). And this is totally fine, I can't expect this. However it shows me, how lonely I am with this kink. So now I'm sitting here, heart beating because of the arousal of last nights endeavors, feeling horny and lonely. And wanting to piss myself again right now. It's such a wonderful, fulfilling, wholesome, warm, wet and satisfying kink - yet a very lonely one. C
  4. Hello Everyone, it's been a while since my last contribution here. There was a lot going on in my real life. However in the meantime I've started to go fully omorashi. First there were some days of "no toilet usage", then becoming weeks and nowadays I'm nearly not using my toilets at all. I've nearly used up my stock of pull-ups, however lately I prefer to just pee my pants. This does torn me on more than using pull-ups. I think it's this "Yes, pull-ups are meant to be peed in. My jeans aren't - this is naughtier." I've been doing this for several weeks now and managed to find some rhythm for myself. Since it's quite cold where I now live, I'm always wearing thick long underwear beneath my normal pants. And since I'm working in homeoffice all the time, sometimes I wear jeans but most of the time I wear comfy joggers over my underwear. The layers I'm normally wearing are fully capable of taking a whole days worth of pee without leaking. My typical day is like: - Get up, being SUPER desperate, managing to reach the shower and let go in whatever I was wearing for bed - Having a shower, dressing up in several layers (mostly two pairs of boxer briefs, these very thick long underwear and some pants) - Normally drinking throughout the day, no pee breaks, enduring the building desperation while working, cooking, eating, doing things like laundry etc. - Sometime between late afternoon and the late evening I'm going to have an accident in my pants. I try to hold as long as I can and there's always this point where I just decide to not fight anymore and give in. - Peeling off my wet clothes, dressing for bed, going to bed. However in the last few days there were quite some variations. Unforseen variations I'd like to say. Some days ago in the very early morning (the sun was not up yet) I was drifting betweet asleep and kind of awake, hardly realising where I was. In my dream-state I noticed I had to pee. And getting used to just go into my pants kind of altered my thinking. So in my dream-state I debated with myself, whether I just should go into my pants now - resulting in actually peeing a little into my pants lying in my bed, before realising there's no protection and I don't want to ruin my mattress. But this was such an incredibly hot situation, that I had three superb orgasms before even getting up this day, enjoying the daring dampness between my legs (and the circumstances it was created). Another day last week I was in the basement doing some laundry, when there was someone at the staircase (I'm now living in a house, where several times a day there are people visiting the other inhabitants here). I knew that she would be there, but I thought she would come later. This day she was early. And I had to pee badly. I even didn't realise HOW badly I had to pee, when I went down. I just realised when I heard someone is upstairs and I was putting clothes into the washing machine. It was so bad, when I hurried to finish preparing the washing machine to rush upstairs into my appartment, I could not hold it and lost some drops into my pants, fidgeting with the machine. So now I was kind of trapped. Because I was wearing quite bright pants this day, and the wet spot, however small it was, was absolutely visible. So I had to wait in the basement until I was sure, there was noone left upstairs I had to pass on my way to safety. It normally takes her about half an hour. I debated with myself whether I could dare rushing past. But I did not want to be seen with wet pants. So I retreated further into the bowels of this house to avoid detection and tried to fight the monster desperation. However only minutes after changing my location and hiding I lost the fight and totally pissed myself. And only some minutes later I heard the door closing, knowing the coast was clear. This was absolutely exciting. I kept my wet pants on for the rest of the evening, before changing for bed. And I've rewet them several times during the evening. And this morning was another very special encounter... since some days I notice that I'm increasingly desperate after getting up. Each day it seems to be a little more urgent than the day before. Normally I get up, put on some pants, fetch all my clothes I want to wear for the day, leave my bedroom in the attic and have to go downstairs into my appartement (yes, it's a little complicated here). On this way downstairs there's always the possibility to meet someone. It never happened yet, but you never know. On several occasions I've lost the first drops while going downstairs or unlocking my appartement, mere seconds before being safe. Today however I got up and within seconds my desperation jumped from like 6 to 9.999. I tried to fetch my clothes for the day as fast as I could, looked for some joggers to wear for my way downstairs, knowing, that these would most probably not remain dry, when I absolutely could not stop some drops escaping my body. I really, really tried to stop it, but I could now. I was leaking into my boxers, leaving smalls spots on my carpet. And since I didn't want to have a puddle in my bedroom, I rushed to the toilet next to my bedroom (I hardly use this toilet at all, but obviously it's good it's there, just in case), leaving an obvious trail of wetness, before jumping into the small shower and letting go while squatting. Hell, this was a real accident and didn't go as planned at all. I was so turned on I decided it was time to share my experiences with you. And today is the first day since many weeks I've put on one of my last pull-ups. Which was a good decision, because after going to the letterbox I had hardly closed the door when again some pee escaped me. If I had not put on the pull-up, I would have been standing there with a huge wet spot between my legs. I'm a little curious about how this day will transpire and what will happen tonight. Maybe I'll put some towels on my mattress, just in case. Another incident happened before christmas. I was meeting an old friend in the next big city (about one hour trip with my car). I had planned to maybe have some fun on my way back later that evening or maybe after coming home so I didn't pee before leaving and arrived already a little desperate. I intentionally had put on pitch-black jeans over my thick underwear, knowing that they would mostly hide whatever might happen. Though I absolutely did not plan to wet myself within a huge crowd of people, yet with a friend next to me who doesn't know anything about my kink. We walking around a little, talking very much and drinking some hot chocolate (since I had to drive, I didn't have alcohol of course). And during the evening I was becoming increasingly desperate. When I arrived I was at like a 5, but I neared a definite 9 after some hours. So I was glad, when it was time to say goodbye and I was finally able to return to my car. Because it's really hard to get a parking place in this city, I had parked my car on the other side of the river and came across the bridge by feet. So I had to go over this long bridge again to reach my car. And it was really cold and a little stormy. So after leaving the warm crowd of people and climbing the stairs onto the bridge it was very chilly, giving me shivers and pressing upon my bladder like there suddenly was an anvil in my stomach. I tried to walk as natural as possible and really tried to hold it, while crossing the river. It took me about ten minutes to cross the bridge, luckily without any accident (maybe some very little drops might have escaped me). But when I decended the stairs on the other side of the bridge, and there was absolutely noone around now, my body seemed to decide it was time to go. So the first real spurt escaped into my crotch, soaking it. I continued to decend the stairs as naturally as possible and after reaching the bottom, I chose to walk behind the bridges pillar instead of in front of it, where the street was. And as soon as I was behind that pillar, in the middle of the huge parking lot, I just spread my legs and totally flooded my pants. It was dark and there were no streetlights around, so I felt relatively safe. Nevertheless if there had been anyone in one of these many many cars, they could have seen me, just stopping, standing there in the darkness, slightly spreading my legs, looking down at me and then walking to my car. I was drenched. It was so much piss, I could not believe it. But as I said, all these layers were able to completely absorb everyhing, keeping my socks and shoes dry. I put a towel onto my seat to try to protect it and started my one hour drive home, looking forward to releasing my arousal as soon as I got back into my appartement. There have been quite another close calls, basement wettings and even an intentional total wetting in my bedroom, before going downstairs. However I have the feeling there might add up some real accidents in the future and if you like I'll let you participate in it within this post. πŸ™‚ On another note: I've been thinking a lot about my life lately. And I'm so absorbed in my omorashi-addiction, that I have identified this as the main reason for being single these days. Since I would not want to hide this side of me and didn't find a girl I could share this with. But I enjoy it soooo much living this way, this seems to be the price... keep calm and pee your pants. C
  5. Looks like XO Bunny. I believe you can find her on Pornhub.
  6. I have seen some other videos of her and one of it is one of my absolute favorite videos. I would do anything to have a girlfriend like her. She's gorgeous!
  7. Okay. I'm reaaaaally sorry. It took a really long time for my reply here. But there were many things going on in the real-life parts. I'm owing you some information regarding the washing. Let's put it this way: The formerly well distributed soaking material gets clogged like hell. The pants take on some very strange form and it is one hell of a job to massage everything back in place. And it took ages to dry. AGES! I don't know, in which dry environment someone needs to live to have them dry within days. Mine were still damp after a week. I didn't have the opportunity to use them again. If things get a little quiter again the next weeks I might give them another try. πŸ˜‰
  8. Funny thing: this is the bus stop I went to school from for ten years πŸ˜„ My kink self always wishes to stumble upon Lara shooting a wetting video somewhere around here
  9. This is my absolute favorite overalls wetting video. https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e395fb8c2c36 And yes, wetting overalls is the damn sexiest thing in the world ❀️
  10. Hello. I'm living in western Germany πŸ™‚
  11. Good morning Omorashi world, finally I had the opportunity to "test" my new pants. My PJamas. I had been drinking yesterday (not a lot but enough to be really, really tired). When I went to bed I already needed to pee quite a bit and I decided it would be this night, I'd put these pants to the test. So I put them ober my boxer briefs and cuddled under the blankets, dizzied and tired. I woke up in the middle of the night, really desperate to pee and still quite dizzy. It would have been a real effort to get up and walk over to the bathroom. So I was glad I had put my PJamas on. After some minutes of half-sleep, half-wake thinking I suddenly just let go and pissed myself lying comfy and cozy in my bed. I was way too tired to check, whether the pants could hold their promise, I just fell asleep immediately again. Next time I woke up it was bright daylight and I was still really tired. I remembered what had happened during the night, moved one hand down to my pants and touched the fabric. It felt a little cold, on the inside it felt quite wet, but on the outside, everything was still completely dry. Wow! And since I did not want to get up already I decided to put the PJamas on another test. They managed one full wetting flawlessly. How about a second one? So again I just let it all go. Blissfull freedom, warm wetness spreading around my crotch, noticably down my legs and around my butt. And I fell asleep again. I love this feeling. I woke up again two hours later, this time nearly full awake. Again I touched my pants and noticed the smallest amount of dampness on my back. But this was because my boxer briefs had glimpsed around the waistband of the PJamas. Something they advice against on their shop page. You should better not wear anything under the PJamas, because of this. But it was nearly nothing. And since I'm somewhat lazy sometimes I picked up my mobile and checked some news and social media but did not want to leave my cozy bed already. And since I had to pee again I deliberately relaxed and let it all go in my pants again. And even the third wetting seemed no problem for these pants. Holy shit, I even could move around, lay this way and that way (something that surely leads to leaks when wearing diapers or pullups) and the pants did hold everything. I'm definitely doing this again. Next test: washing. And since you can't tumble dry them I will most probably take quite a while until they dried out. But what a night. ❀️
  12. Hey there, as I'm always intrigued by impossible tasks I've combed VK.com for a while. I stumbled upon an account with tons of drunk girls videos. I don't know whether one of the videos you're looking for is on this but you might have a look. The user ID is "drunkendrug". So when you go to VK and you are on a page of a certain user, just add "/video/" after the tld and an "@" before the account name. This always works. Good luck!
  13. They're called "Pjamas" (which sound like Peejamas πŸ˜„). I don't know whether it's okay to link directly to Amazon so I don't. But you can most probably just search for "pjamas adult". I tried them on yesterday but HELL they're way too hot for this weather. I was like boiling in them after some minutes. I fear I have to wait for the weather to get a little colder before I may try these without accidentally being cooked the next morning. Being called "aawww, you're my personal little nuclear reactor" by my girlfriends when sleeping in the same bed might not help here. πŸ˜„
  14. Hey everyone, some days ago I stumbled upon something very interesting while browsing a little on amazon. First I came across washable underwear for little accidents. And when I plunged into the rabbit hole I discovered some special pajama pants for bedwetting issues. According to the description these pants are for times when you go camping, to a sleepover or a school trip and you don't want it to be obvious that there might be a risk of a wet bed. First I thought there are only pajamas for children and teenager, but they also sell the adult version. And according to the reviews these pajamas keep their promise and the bed dry, even after a full-blown wetting-accident. I got mine today and I'm a little excited. I'm not sure I wanna risk a wet bed while trying these out, but I'm already tempted not to go to the toilet tonight and put these on for the night and see what's going to happen. Only disadvantage: they are really, really expensive. So at this price they HAVE to keep their promise! Just wanted to let you know I'm excited and looking forward to testing them somewhere within the next days πŸ™‚ Love C
  15. Oh yes. I prefer to be snuggly covered. I usually wear boxer briefs. Partly, because I don't like the feeling of my best parts hanging freely around (when I was wearing boxer shorts as a teenager I repeatedly squeezed my poor balls when sitting and then opted for fitting pants), but mainly (!) because I really love it, when I pee my pants and the wetness spreads into the fabric rather than escapes down in loose shorts. In winter I LOVE (god, only thinking about it makes me horny again) to wear long underwear. Like boxer briefs that extend down to my knees or even further. You could call it leggins, I think, but with really thick fabric. Very absorbent. And jeans, of course. And best combined. So boxer briefs, long underwear and jeans over another. Okay, I'll be out, taking care of being horny now. πŸ˜„
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