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tennyson

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  1. good question. I wonder if they are like dental dams but made into panties? Just a guess as I have had limited experience with dental dams (or what I was told were dental dams - latex sheets used to cover women when giving oral sex.).
  2. I have some experience with this. My delivery driver partner and I used very heavy (think heavy duty contractor or leaf bags) bin bags spread over the seat. If you leak a lot, use tape to hold up the edges of the bags so you don't have run-off from the towels. This also allows for multiple wettings or in case you had a meal that didn't agree with you and that fart was more than just a fart. Inside the bag, put down cheap, old, washable towel(s) and sit on the towels to wet. Any leak-through will be caught by the bag. If you want to re-use the towels, buy some Febreeze(also my personal choice is M9 from Amazon - used as scent eliminator in hospitals); spray it in the bag; and close it up. When you get to your destination, just put them in the washer with some vinegar, detergent, softener, and Clorox2. I would not reuse the bag, though. Oh, and as warm weather is approaching, I remembered I have also used a self-spray public car wash to spray the towels I "accidently" dropped under my van to help clean them. After, I put them in a regular trash bag and still washed them at home the usual way. I hope that helps!
  3. I have told both my wives (NOT simultaneous wives, I'm a serial monogamist.). My ex pretended she was interested and then used it against me. (Luckily, I survived.) My current wife didn't do more than not talk about it (or anything sexual) for a few weeks. Then she said she didn't like /want anything to do with it. To be fair, a lot of her issues have to do with being brought up in a religious household in which everything was wrong and being abused by a maternal grandparent. I am glad for anyone whose partner(s) are accepting of them.
  4. I've heard of condoms being used for underwater microphones (Last Chance To See by Douglas Adams and zoologist Mark Carwardine) in the chapter on The Yangtze River Dolphin, of Baiji. There isn't anything to do with omo or recording peeing, but a condom is used to cover a microphone to try to recover underwater sounds. Obviously, unlubricated condoms would be best. Maybe plastic baggies? Keep us in the (sound loop), if you want.
  5. @BeeCat Yes and no. We met through a personal advertisement in the free paper. She was adamant about no Aquarius and no Geminis. I responded on a lark asking not about the relationship thing (or as she was really looking for - a big dick kinky hook up thing) but why those astrological signs. I am not into astrology, but I had just been separated - heading for divorce (and I wasn't one of those guys pretending to be separated to find a side lover- my ex had already moved in her next "victim", er soon to be husband and I was not going back. OH, and one of the (many, odd and inexplicable) reasons she listed as causes for the divorce was that we were both the same astrological sign Aquarius. Go figure. So I met my future housemate for lunch and she had a room to let. She said she wouldn't fuck me, she MIGHT be nude ALL the time or none of the time. She said my room was mine (as long as it wasn't a pigsty) and hers was off limits if the door was closed. I think she expected me to be shocked. I was and wasn't. I guess I was shocked the first time she came home from the nearby college bar with a guy and ran in (naked) to ask if I had any lube. I didn't. She used her natural lube and fingers to stretch herself. When she left, she looked over her shoulder and said "Give me a few minutes and then come and watch." Ohhh wow! It took me a few minutes to process that one. Was it a test. (You know ... I go back and get so excited I just have to have sex and then I get thrown out and then have to live on the streets ... But I am not that kind of guy. Quite the opposite.) So I quietly went towards her bedroom and the door was wide open. No mistake. Not cracked. Not 1/2. Not 3/4. If it was any more open, it would have to be either nailed to the wall or taken off the hinges open. She was on her bed, facing the door and waiting for me. She had a beanbag near the head of the bed and just out of reach. He was behind her and pumping in and out. There was enough light to see everything. ALL the drapes and windows were open. The house next door was 20-30 feet away. Sweat was flying off her onto me as she panted as he kept going and going ... At the angle I was sitting, I could see up and along her body. I could see him pistoning. When he came, he exploded. She hadn't come. I could tell she was frustrated. She looked back "You didn't wait ..." He looked up "I couldn't. You're too good ..." He started to back off. "Oh no!" she said. "That wasn't the deal. You said you would get me off first." "Um, well ... Sorry." He looked around, not sorry at all. "I gotta go..." "Wait! Can't you even try?" she asked, frustration rising in her voice. "Um, sure..." She flipped onto her stomach. He tried to put it back in. She started talking dirty (and I mean kinky dirty). He got hard, not super hard, but hard. He slipped it inside her and started thrusting again. "Wait!" she said. "Oh baby, I can't" he replied, going faster. She looked at me and grinned a mischievous grin and then strained. She looked down and I followed her gaze. About the time I saw/realised what was happening, the guy jumped back. She peed on him while he was inside her. "What the fuck!!" he yelled and ran out the door. He was in a t-shirt and socks and nothing else. "Motherfucker left me horny ... asshole." she said kind of loud. She then took his shoes and pants and tossed them out the back door. (Her bedroom was a converted sunroom with an entrance to the back yard.) "Motherfucker ... limp dick rabbit ... Asshole!!" she yelled at him and locked her door. She told me to make sure the front door was locked. As I did, she got out of her "toy box" a huge dildo with a suction cup and stuck it to the window glass next to her bed. She fucked it to orgasm in view of anyone in the backyard. That is how my second weekend living in her house started. So it was not always that dramatic, but she had sex with someone at least 5 nights a week. She was naked almost all the time. I got used to it. We became good friends. Her ex husband was a realtor and they co-owned the house. He pulled a dick move and turned off the electricity and water and had the property condemned while she was on a two week cruise. I couldn't pay the bills, he had changed the address the billing was sent to and she was unreachable. So she came back to a "condemned" house, lost her investment, and it was bought at real estate auction by her ex's new wife, who evicted my housemate. I do miss living with her. It was never dull. Even if I dreaded her tearing up bills and using the toilet as a trash can. (Don't do it ... the flooding is awful!)
  6. I don't notice a lot of dried pee in my trunks. i have a fairly loose weave mesh inside and kind of baggy shorts. I also drink a lot of water because it not only dilutes some of the discolouration from the arthritis meds and vitamins I take, but also because it make me have to pee more often. Before I get into my usual too much long winded and unasked for detail, your bathing suit may or may not stain (see ** at bottom if you want possibilities). The BEST way to try to avoid it is to make sure your pee is as close to colourless as possible. The best way to do that is to drink lots of water. That is my opinion. Good luck I am sorry for the long post Depending on the fabric care instructions of the tag of the bathing suit, you can try some stain treatment remedies. FYI: 1. DON'T use pure bleach. 2. If you have never tested a stain treatment / cleaner / detergent / home remedy before, USE a hidden spot and a very small amount. There is nothing more embarrassing than having a bleached-out patch right over where the pee stain used to be. 3. Drying / especially heat drying will set a stain. 4. Some fabrics react differently to different detergents / stain treatments / cleaners. Some things to try (no guarantee and please thoroughly wash AND rinse out any previous stain treatment / detergent / etc. before trying a new / different one. 5. Unless directed, don't let the treated swimwear sit for a long time. What can you do? 1. IN my experience, using a little bit of laundry detergent (straight from the bottle) on the stain itself can work well. 2. Shout stain treatment works well. (If the stain is gone after #1 and/or #2, then wash the bathing suit. Oh and make sure there is no urine odor lingering - IF that matters to you.) If that does not work, you may try these next steps: 3. If you have OxyClean (or diluted Clorox 2 for clothes or other OXY detergent - BUT read directions on bottle/container!). General directions: Soak the bathing suit in that for 20 mins. (The next is in all caps, because I read it the first time I did it and then still grabbed an old green wash cloth that was almost white ... So this is from MY notes - Don't be an idiot like me.) 4. ALWAYS BLOT STAIN WITH A WHITE CLOTH- COLOURED CLOTHS WILL MOST LIKELY TRANSFER COLOUR TO THE original stained bathing suit. 5. If the stain is gone, wash the bathing suit. 6. If the stain is still there, Use an enzyme cleaner, like Angry Orange (very, very strong orange smell) or Nature's Miracle (very, very, very strong chemical -so bad you are going to want to leave the bathing suit indoors for hours without a counter-spray. (I'm sorry, Febreeze no longer makes an effective counter-smell spray. They used to have an anti-allergen spray (yellow band) that countered the old Nature's miracle formulae. Buy MY opinion is that the new Febreeze smells only add to the NM smell so if I get whatever Odor-elimination spray and use it on NM enzyme spray, I get a bad combo of BOTH smells. I use a bottle of M9 - which is used in hospitals on what I call "code brown" floors (I am not mocking, my wife has Chron's and colitis. I have IBD-s.). The M9 may smell "chemical-ly" at first, but it does soon eliminate strong odors. Sorry for the extra info ... So after the stain sprayed with enzyme cleaner, Dab at the stain with a dry cloth (or two if the first gets wet. You want the cloth dry to avoid spreading the stain.) Use a cloth to make sure you blot it dry and wash it according to manufacturer's directions. **Onto some extra INFO: IMw(ife's)He(xperience) I know you probably didn't notice it at the time, but was his pee really yellow or darker than normal when he peed in the pool? If so, it could have stained the liner. I know that being in a chlorinated pool supposedly takes care of the stain, BUT sometimes it doesn't because of the composition of fabric , dye reaction in fabric to pool water (and/or urine), whether or not this was a brand new suit, etc. How do I know this, my wife was a textile operations manager for part of a name brand company and she knows fabrics. She also has been disabled due to Chron's and colitis for ... well let's say decades of experience with soiled garmets of all types and fabrics. (Too bad her kink isn't OMO-related, right?) Possibilities why the suit stained 1. If the suit was new, it could easily pick up a urine stain (darker urine or not) from that or colour(s) in the dye batch. And sometimes when dyes "run" and mix with chlorine, they don't turn out colours you'd expect. (i.e. red to pink). 2. Salt water can react to dyes, fabrics, and urine (or the combination). If you have ever dyed fabric, you can add salt to help make the dye set more permanent. I hope this helped
  7. For me, it was probably a combination of things that happened over time and kind of built up. I did not realise / remember some of the earlier ones until later. And some things that happened to me a very long time ago I did not remember until I had been on this site for a couple of years and when responding to a post I had a memory trigger. But onto specifics: I had a co-worker who graphically told me how she peed on her bf/fiancée. When we were working alone (away from most other co-workers) she admitted that she always loved the feeling of shitting a log in her panties. She especially loved the feeling of it coming out and going back in. When her parents found out, they threatened to take away her panties as punishment. So she gave up panties. One night her older "perfect" sister "L" was teasing her and tickled "B" too hard. "B" lost control of her bowel and pooped all over "L", who was sitting on top of her. "L" was mortified and ratted "B" out. "B" got revenge by getting so constipated her poop came out like desiccated Milk Duds. She squatted over "L" 's leather school shoes and left her "presents" along with a tiny bit of pee and cum. The first time I heard the story, I almost came in my pants on the store floor. "B" thought it was hilarious. She would go out of her way to occasionally "mention" her past and current bathroom habits if she knew I was headed to take a bathroom break. There are other things I've posted on the site about what has happened to me. A lot of it had to do with women being very open about their bathroom habits and I guess it kind of rubbed off on me.
  8. Holy Horny Toads, Batman! What are you trying to do, make us orgasm?
  9. I was lucky. I know many people don't get to even talk to or find anyone who has the same sexual fetishes as they do (and both of these co-workers were before the internet). I hope everyone gets to meet or talk to someone who understands (at least in part) that part of them that is on this website.
  10. We are here for you, Autumn! I am sure that most of the members who post here go through phases of being shy, or start to write something and stop. I can't tell you how many times I have written pages and pages, only to break down in tears and erase it all. It isn't a failure - you just weren't ready to share it (whatever it was) yet. It has taken me a long time (and some really kind words from someone here) to realize that. *Huge Hugs* (if you want them)
  11. @Zhannapeed623 She was married. If she had been single, I would have proposed. They had a "relaxed" marriage - it wasn't quite open to anyone, if that makes sense, but if one partner wanted to have some fun it was OK, as long as they told the other. They were building, I think, to a polytriad (maybe that is the old term), and before he was transferred to Ohio and our boss rooked several suppliers out of about 400K of printing machines and supplies and ran - I did offer if they ever wanted a M for a MF or FM relationship (temp or perm). I made the same offer to another co-worker I had who liked to pee on her bf/fiancée in the shower (among other places) ). Both couples were well established and I didn't want to break them up - sometimes I wished I was married and/or engaged to each of the women, but that was fantasy.
  12. It is really hard to pee when you are hard/excited especially when an orgasm is close. To give one example, I used to live with an exhibitionist. She was a friend and unfortunately not one with many benefits. (We did not have sex - which was her stipulation before I sublet a room in her duplex.) She was nude or nearly nude most of the time while at home or in the yard. She brought home guys (and on occasion a couple), with whom she had loud frantic sex. Then she promptly asked them to leave - whether it was 11 pm, 2 am, 4 am, 3 pm, etc. This was always made clear beforehand. She was in no way interested in afterplay/glow and small talk. She never closed the door to any room - be it bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, dressing closet (room), etc. So even if my bedroom door was closed, I could hear her from anywhere in the house. As you may have guessed, I had a lot of hard-ons. I tried to make sure I peed before masturbating and going to sleep, but sometimes she (they) woke me up. And that is one way you can be very hard and close to an orgasm and then realise that all the soda you had during the day was a problem. You feel you HAVE to cum and pee at the same time. So this time (not the only time, but the first time it happened this way), I woke up and thought I was going to cum, but I also had to pee. I did not want to pee in the bed. (OK, I did - or would have, but I had no blanket or sheet protection and nothing would have saved the mattress if I soaked it. Yes, I had to pee that much. I was drinking 4-5 64 oz Coca-Cola jugs a day, minimum. Unhealthy, yes. But I had undiagnosed narcolepsy and without that much soda I would fall asleep in class / at work / riding my bicycle / walking / just sitting down. And to be fair, I did drink water constantly. I also drank 2 glasses of milk a day. No, I didn't (don't) have diabetes. I have a f'd up metabolism where I could not gain weight no matter what I ate. Anyway, it wasn't all lucky - it is linked to my arthritis and psoriasis. Sorry for the rambling digression - I just wanted you to know why I was so desperate to pee even after peeing before bed. So, I wake up to the sounds of kinky fucking (and whatever else) and run for the hallway bathroom. I am so hard - I mean purple cock hard. I lift the lid and seat and try to aim down. Nope. If I pee, and it is going to happen soon, I am going to pee into my neck I am so hard. Great. I try to think about horrible things (my ex, Loreena Bobbit, getting kicked in the nuts, maths, ...) and that isn't helping much at all. I sit down, hoping that maybe I can wedge myself under the rim of the toilet seat. That isn't working. I am swiveled to the side and the head is under the seat. I will pee out from the space between the bowl and the seat. That won't work. Then I think of something crazy, because I don't have anything else. I lie down on the floor with my head next to the bowl and try to flip my legs up so my penis is pointing at the toilet bowl. (Yes, I did lift the seat.) As I am trying to balance, with my elbows as triangle supports and my legs over the toilet (I hope!), my housemate walks in and chuckles. "You trying to pee with a hard on? Let me give you a hand..." She crouches down and puts one hand on my lower back as she aims me at the toilet. The support and distraction is just enough that I come, nearly braining myself on the base of the toilet. Immediately followed by a firetruck's amount of piss blasting into the toilet. When I was done, I think, because I was dazed, she let me unwind/drop to the floor. She dropped the seat and peed into the toilet. Then she left. Oh, she did say goodnight and "That's a strange way to pee," she laughed and went to bed.
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