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Charlie Kirby

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Charlie Kirby last won the day on March 11 2015

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About Charlie Kirby

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  • Birthday 06/17/1995

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  • My pronouns are..
    she/her

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    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Hyper wetting
    Watersports
    Cuddling
    Messing
    Pleasure control
    Stomach bulging

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  1. The house is silent. It’s late. With street lamps off, every inch of the room is lost in blackness. My parents are away, making me responsible for my two younger sisters. I hear one awake. They shuffle toward my room and the door swings slowly open. The hallway night light silhouettes young Lilly tip toeing toward me. I know why she’s here, I secretly hoped for it. She taps my arm. “Did it happen?” I ask, not wanting to unnecessarily embarrass her. “Yes,” the sheepish reply. “It’s okay. Were you wearing a diaper?” “No. I...” Lilly’s voice was shaky and tearful. “Don’t worry. Mom doesn’t have to know.” We walked hand in hand to the dim bathroom, where I helped her out of her wet pyjamas and dried her with a bath towel. I left her with wet wipes while I retrieved a clean shirt and pants, then helped her dress. She was shaking when I tucked her into my dry bed, so I offered what reassurance I could, then held her hand until she was asleep. As much as it pains me to see Lilly upset with herself, I had been praying for this to happen tonight. I feel guilty for it, but her bed was legitimately wet now. I have the perfect excuse to have some fun, and it’s not the end of the world if I can’t hide all the evidence. As I walk out I scoop a pair of leggings from my linen basket. I close the door and walk down the hall past Amy. I check she is sound asleep and close her door too. Lilly’s room is on the other side of the bathroom, secluded at the far end of the house. I step in and click the door shut. A night light glows on its dimmest setting, making shapes of furniture loom from the dark. The aroma is sweet, unmistakably the smell of my sister’s accident. I feel ashamed to use her as a cover story, but I adore playing like this and simply cannot get away with damaging my mattress. Lilly’s bears the scars from many accidents, and Mom has fully prepared it with a waterproof protector. I wonder how intentional Lilly’s accidents are. She’s getting older and should surely have grown out of it by now. Does she enjoy it as much as I do? Why wasn’t she wearing her diaper? I replace my pyjamas with the leggings. I know I can include them in the bedding wash without suspicion. Then, at last, I perch my bottom on her bed. The cold clammy sheets make my leggings damp. I swing my legs up and lay back. My bladder seems suddenly on the verge of release, as if I have just stepped in a bathroom and am lowering down onto the seat. My body is trained to know the feeling of Lilly’s wet bed. This ritual has happened so many times. I am deeply aroused. My routine knows what’s coming. With a hand behind my head, my right begins to circle my crotch. The first tentative touches through the material are the beginning of my journey. With fingers almost trembling, I explore the seam that runs along the seat of the leggings. The fabric is doubled over here, numbing the sensations within. My fingertips survey the textile in detail. I run them up and down, side to side. Every curve must be explored. From up above, where the waist band rests on my bladder, to below where the top of my legs met with the crest of my bottom. I place one finger either side and feel how swollen it is. The fabric stretched over the skin, the skin stretched over my arousal. I draw my fingers together, bringing the tips to the crevice which aches to be touched. Slow exploration becomes tapping, the impact of my fingers’ dance starting the swell of pleasure within. Soon tapping becomes rubbing. The once delicate curves demanding more and more pressure to feel alive. My heartbeat throbs in my ears, muted heavy breaths roll over my tongue. Before I know it my hand has slipped past the waistband. Fingers traverse sticky wet lips. Damp leggings press my hand flat. While my index and middle fingers explore the folds, my other fingers are forced further down. I feel the tight dot of my bottom hole squeezing and pulsing. It seems to writhe with the waves of pleasure that grow within me. My small finger is lost to the warmth between cheeks. I close my eyes. Without a thought, I have fingers deep inside me now. My knees are rising uncommanded, heels digging into bed. Wet sheets cling to my arching back. My hand is on the verge of cramping. The same repetitive circling of my fingers fatiguing me. I’m on autopilot. I don’t think about any action. Despite the ache in my wrist I penetrate harder and faster. I am rewarded by waves of pleasure, coming and going with growing power. I gasp. Deep within, fingers slip between velvety skin. I know the spot well, drawing up and down it again and again. I am close now. Very close. The flutters that come and go stay for longer. Each one pulling me higher. My body rises more from the bed, heals lifting my bottom clear of the sheets. Groans escape into the room. It’s arriving. I want to wet the bed in time with this, but I’ve no clue how. I’ve never done the two together like but I crave the idea. I gasp, trying to relax without hindering the impending climax. I feel the need to pee, I really do. It’s almost too much. Fingers pound me, thumb searching for pee hole but meeting the hard nipple of my cliterous instead. I try to relax. Force me bladder. Pant, gasp. Then a victory. One short sharp squirt of liquid hits my palm and disappears through my fingers. A scream is muffled into a moan. Deep inside my attempts to relax give way to spasms that come at lightning speed. My bottom hits the bed hard, thighs trembling beyond control. The urge to pee battles with pleasure. Another press inside and the spasms grip my middle finger harder than ever. I can’t take it. Bursts of pee begin erupting from me. I can’t breath for the joy of it. Every wave of pleasure breaks into a hot golden splash that smothers my fingers. I withdraw my aching hand. An involuntary gasp signals a finale, the ecstasy writhing though becoming a breath in the night. As pleasure fades I can relax fully. The trickle of pee that runs to my bottom becomes a stream. The hiss is louder than any moan. Cold sheets become warm again, the precious hot liquid pooling around my back. My leggings are soaked and I love it. I’m almost exhausted, but not quite. So aroused by my own activities, I cannot find rest. In a final act, I remove the saturated leggings and allow my recovering hand to find my cliterous. It is electric to touch. I circle it with my index finger, building my body to one final indulgence. At last, my work is done.
  2. Okay, time to show my ignorance. I have to admit I am not a big diaper user, but I have experimented a little with pull ups and it is really growing on me. A little background - I share a flat and have very little privacy to do all the wettings and pee play I have grown to love. This lack of privacy has been going on way too long and it’s about time I found a way to sneakily enjoy some warmth in my panties. For this I have been using pull ups (drynites age 8-15) which has been a lot of fun but anything more than occasionally spurts and they start leaking :( I’ve heard of waterproof pants, and have tried period panties but they haven’t really helped. Also I’m hoping for something that can be quickly towel dried so I don’t have to hang them out to dry. I’m not keen on the big bloomer like plastic incontinence pants, but do have this idea that some sexy latex shorts might do the trick. Have you ever tried using latex shorts for this? Does it work? If so what’s sort of style do you use? If not are there any other completely waterproof/leakproof options that are more sexy than incontinence pants? Thank you!
  3. It's about time I committed this little fantasy to paper. Enjoy. I lie listening to the purr of my sleeping step sisters. The three of us girls share our bedroom and washroom. We needn't in a house this big, but our relationships our so close we wouldn't have it any other way. They are younger the me. Cuter. I am wide awake. I really need to pee, I deliberately didn't before bed. Now I can slip silently from my covers and slide out a simple pile of textiles- a blue top, skinny black cardigan and skin tight dark jeans, all folded neatly and placed atop a small towel. Crouching at my bedside puts welcome pressure on my bladder, so I hesitate for a moment before stepping into the washroom. Despite her age, poor Lilly (the older of my two step sisters) has not yet managed a dry night. Her bladder is like clockwork so I know by now she would have had her accident. As expected, her used pull-up is the only thing in the bin. She hasn't peed in it much, but I take comfort in touching the damp pulp. She was clearly laying on her side, because it is wetter along one edge. Delicately, and in such a way as to not to make a sound, I remove my pyjamas and stretch the pull up around my waist. It's nice to feel it in place. My secret pleasure. With my top and stretch cardigan on and jeans with towel folded over one arm, I re-enter the sleeping bedroom. I pause at the end of Lilly's bed, allowing just a momentary lapse in my muscles. An immediate gush fills my crutch with warmth. It is blissful. I go again. This time the room's silence is broken as a dribble leaks from the small pull-up and splashes on the hard floor. The spill doesn't alarm me, I just swing my hips to slosh my extravagant outburst until it soaks in around my bottom. A quick but silent wipe of the floor and I leave past my parent's room. Their light is on, their door closed. There is no sound. Downstairs I glide through the halls and out the Gardner's door. The moonlight is crisp. There's a gentle breeze. As the night air wraps around my bare legs, I can't help but again pause again to briefly warm my crotch. Outside the silence is so serene that the hiss seems as loud as birdsong. I welcome the bursts, allowing them to grow in length until the pull-up bulges pleasantly between my legs. A few stray trickles reach my knees, which I dab away before putting on the jeans. They are cold, dry, and pleasingly tight. They hug the heavy pants and push their wet padding comfortingly around my crotch. It’s like a warm embrace. I pee more. The grass tickles my toes as I cross the lawn, the soil a soft carpet beneath my feet. Across the tranquil garden there is the summer house- a joyful play area by day, by night my private retreat. On a night this clear, it is flooded with the silky smooth moonlight the pours through the large windows. I leave the door open, there's no need for privacy in this remote place. There's an expensive rug on the floor which I pull away to reveal the wooden floor. I have teased my bladder with many leaks now. I'm ready for more. Using the folded towel as a cushion, I kneel and stroke the outside of my jeans. Everything falls silent. My heart skipps. Then the little room is filled with a loud hiss. Heat quickly spreads. I feel it soaking every inch of my crotch and lapping up around my bottom. The padding at the font of the pull up bulges under my jeans, which are so tight the filling pants are forces to squeeze against me. It's not long before I feel trickles leaking from the sides and warming my jeans. Damp patches are appearing. They glicen in the silver moonlight as pee soakes into the denim. I push harder against my crotch, delighting in the pleasure and forcing more dark spills to lick my jeans. Before my bladder is empty I find my hand wandering past the waistband of the saturated pull up. My long fingers ebraced by the warm, soft pulp. I endulge myself in the great pleasures my nible fingers bring, sinking back to lay on the floor and allowing every muscle to be overwealmed by the wonderful climax.
  4. Definitely prefer clothed sex. I'm sure their is an overlap, you must have clothes on to wet them at the end of the day! x
  5. Surely we've got to check the poor girl. Super cute drawing of her by the way, love the style! X
  6. I like peeing in pools and used to go a lot in ours when I lived with my parents. Now I use a public pool and am a bit too pee shy (would you believe) to go with other people swimming around. I often pee in my swimsuit in the shower though. x
  7. Is it just me that hears 'piss in the back seat, tell the driver make the radio play' in Shape of You? I know it must be 'kiss' but it doesn't stop me hearing it every time! :P x
  8. If I set out trying to cum it won't happen, so how about a teasing rub here, then back to the bedroom for the full experience!
  9. Hi all, Stumbled across this on YouTube. It's not great quality but it's worth a nose before it goes!
  10. Wow, that chapter made me blush! Honestly I don't think I've read something so enthralling in a long time, thank you @OmoCommando! As for my vote, I think it's time to explore. x
  11. I think it's time for her pillow to get some attention, now we know how the laundry's done! X
  12. I do rarely get opportunities to pee myself now that I completely understand where you are coming from. When I'm too nervous, I play memory games. I've been trying to learn morse code for ages so I combined these two challenges by, when I'm too nervous to pee myself, attempting to recite the alphabet in morse. It's enough of a distraction to start a spurt and that helps to open the flood gates! Is there something you can use to distract your mind from the situation? x
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