Charlie Kirby

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  1. 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
  2. Surely we've got to check the poor girl. Super cute drawing of her by the way, love the style! X
  3. Shame, looks like quite a cute video!
  4. 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
  5. 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
  6. Tell the truth and see what happens! X
  7. 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!
  8. Okay time for a little market research which I and hopefully other omo authors can use to accurately gauge your interest in topics. This only really works if several people answer (so things don't become bias), so please share this topic with your friends! For each of the below, please answer with a number: 1- It repulses me, I'll stop reading at the first mention. 2- It don't enjoy it but can tolerate reading about it. 3- I've vaguely enjoy it to the point where it intrigues me. 4- It turns me on. 5- I find it very hot. For those interested in what I like, I've replied below. Who's Involved? A: Male B: Female C: Transvestite D: Transgender Clothing E: Nude F: Partially clothed G: Fully clothed smart H: Fully clothed casual I: Using a diaper The act J: Normal bathroom use K: Peeing in a container L: Peeing on the floor M: Peeing in a chair N: Peeing in bed O: Deliberate pee P: Accidental pee Q: Desperation R: A 'clean' stream S: Getting pee on them self T: Getting pee on others Sexualisation U: Peeing during masturbation V: Peeing during heterosexual sex W: Peeing during homosexual sex (male) X: Peeing during homosexual sex (female) Y: Peeing during oral sex. Z: Peeing during foreplay. Location: i: Inside workplace ii: Inside abandoned industrial iii: Inside domestic iv: Outside urban v: Outside suburban vi: Outside rural Related fetishes (only answer if you want to): AA: Loli AB: Coprophilia AC: Dominance and submission AD: Foot AE: Salirophilia AF: Voyeurism Thank you in advance! For those authors that are interested, I'll set up a separate topic to post average results in if this is successful. Keep an eye out for the link. In the meantime, please post your own answers!
  9. Okay, random thought time... what would you do if your crush stumbled upon you on this site? Say you wake up one morning to a message on Facebook from someone you've always found cute, asking if your username on here was you. How would the conversation go? (Hasn't happened to me by the way) x
  10. Hi all, Stumbled across this on YouTube. It's not great quality but it's worth a nose before it goes!
  11. 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
  12. I think it's time for her pillow to get some attention, now we know how the laundry's done! X
  13. I had an unreal experience today! Must tell you about it soon, will do as soon as I have time to write a decent account of it. I'm the meantime, here's something else very different I've done recently. This actually happened several months ago, which is when I wrote this account. In fact, after making a comment about my desire to give messing a go I was privately messaged by several people interesting in my first attempt. This is an account I wrote for them, but since seeing Kimiko3's post about her brown accident, I figured you might just want to hear this little endeavour of mine. As Kimiko3 put it: "If messing accidents are not allowed here, I am very sorry, but there is clearly some overlap between the fandoms!" By the way, her accident made for a brilliant read, if you haven't checked it out already, I would recommend it: https://omorashi.org/topic/23706-public-messing-accident-i-had-sorry-if-not-allowed/ This post is what it says on the tin. If you are offended, disgusted or otherwise uninterested in poopy play, please do not read on. So I got up early (around 5), needing a pee. I went to the washroom wearing my nightgown, under which I had some panties. All my housemates have left for the summer, so with the house to myself I'd planned on wetting the panties standing in the shower, then heading back to bed. When I climbed in (after taking my gown off) I relaxed to wet and a little gas escaped. It dawned on me that I quite needed to poop, and figured I could do it there and then! So I was very nervous, but excited about it. It took a few minutes of pushing before I finally relaxed enough. I felt my botty hole stretching, accompanied by the popping/crackling sounds. My panties grew heavy as a warm mushy sludge formed a bulging mass in between my legs. I was very exited, my heart pumping fast. As I squeezed out more, the poop began to ooze up my bottom crack. The fabric was stretching down, and as I emptied the last of my bowls it began to seep out around the top of my legs. All in all a very different, very new experience. I like it because I felt naughty, but it was a dirty, wild sort of naughty. Hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know if I should try it again...
  14. Just a quick report from a mobile user: I've been using the site on mobile for a while now (tatsally not on my lunch break...) and have found that more often than not, on first load of the homepage the style sheet (not sure if that's the correct technical name) appears not to load. I am left with a page of blue hyperlinks that overlap, and black body text. It's tricky to find the sign-in link but when I do and have entered my user info everything loads fine. Occasionally the menu button (top right- where the notification number is displayed) does not load properly. I can tap it and if flashes a darker colour but the menu does not open. The final error I sometimes encounter is that image thumbnails do not load on the galley pages. Other than these small bugs, I love this new theme and thank you for all the hard work that went into it! Hope this info helps! Charlie x
  15. 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
  16. What a little lovely story! Thank you for sharing. X
  17. Want to skip to the juicy part? I don’t blame you if you don’t fancy listening to my moral dilemmas- things start to happen just after the first *. This is my account of multiple wettings, every one is preceded by a set of asterisks. Enjoy! It’s been a very long time since I wrote anything on this forum. My life’s been very busy of late and quite honestly I’ve felt fulfilled to a point where I haven’t needed to turn to this site for help or acceptance. But fuelled by a crazy experience this weekend, I turn to you with the question I’ve been asking myself. It seems like forever ago that I moved to the UK. It was when I was first here that, for a short week, I got to know a girl who made me question a lot about myself. I told her things I’d never spoken face to face with anybody about. I felt so comfortable doing so because I knew we would not know each other past that week, and what ever judgments she formed would be insignificant once we parted ways. In the context of friendship, I talked to her about my fetish and she shared some of her own sexual experiments. Despite taking it to the next level and not just talking about these things, we said our goodbyes at the end of the week and hadn’t spoken since. I’ve always been wary of what happened between us. The one big thing that she taught me was the uneasy realisation that against the social norm, boys weren’t really on my sexual radar. This isn’t the sort of realisation that happens overnight. For as much time as possible I’ve set it in the back of my mind and tried not to think of it. I hate the thought of having to come out to people, the idea that some of my longest known friends might think down on me. And so my way of avoiding it was to force myself to develop a false asexuality. Any experience I’ve had since seeing Hannah has been alone, in my room, in the woods, under that lovely tree on the bridal path. Alone. And I was happy that way. No pressure. No ‘coming out’. No judgements. About six weeks ago I received an email from Hannah. It was the first contact we’ve had since meeting just under a year and a half ago. We were bot 18 at the time. Talking to her again online wasn’t quite enough, so we met up for lunch. Over the following weeks, despite the long journeys, we’ve met to spend time together as friends. She’s a very bright girl; self assured and respectably ignorant to the pressures society places on young women. It’s never easy for one to explain why a friendship works, all I can say is that despite not knowing each other for very long at all, she is my very best friend. I never want to change our friendship. I worry how selfish this may be, but right now I just can’t hack the hassle of telling my family I have a girlfriend. Nor do I want the extra pressure a relationship bring our true friendship to a close. My biggest question, which I hope you can answer, is will it ever work if we’re ‘friends with benefits’. Can that even exist between two girls? Is that something you’ve ever experienced? This is all sparked by the very surreal experiences of last weekend. Hannah’s parents (who she lives with in London) were going away to celebrate their anniversary. Alongside their home in the capital they also own a small place in the South of France, and so that Hannah didn’t feel left out whilst they were away, her parents had given her the keys to their holiday home. I was thrilled when Hannah invited me on a long weekend away with her. We flew out and arrived around midday on Friday. The weather was warmer than home, but it was a little overcast and drizzly. Despite this we took a long walk through the beautiful countryside, and settled in to the villa after having a meal in a local restaurant. It was all very exciting, the villa had three bedrooms: the master with it’s en-suit, a smaller room with a single bed, and a third room we never went in. I agreed that it would be nice to sleep in the double with Hannah, and so late Friday evening we settled down together. We’ve shared each other’s beds a few times recently, it’s fully excepted and not at all awkward between us. We were friends on a sleep-over. But there was one elephant in the room. The first time we’d met we’d shared a life changing sexual bedwetting experience. This was something neither of us had mentioned since getting back in touch. Now, away in a foreign country on what could have been perceived as a ‘romantic’ weekend, the elephant in the room was growing bigger. Just after slipping on some short pyjamas, I got up and began to head for the washroom. I hadn’t peed since being on the plane. “Charlie,” came Hannah’s voice from behind me. I turned to face her, my hand on the door handle. “I… um…” despite faltering, her speech was still very confident. “Come and sit down for a minute,” she gestured to the bed. I did as I was told. “I wanted to say on earlier, I still think about what happened in the hotel. It stays with me- what we did,” she looked into her lap and smiled, a little glint of pride in her eye. “When I got home I googled it,” my heart leapt into my mouth as she continued. Was she about to say she’d found this forum? Had she read what I’d written about her? I felt my cheeks flaring up. “I found a Yahoo Answers page…” My heart slowed again, but I was still anxious. Part of me had been desperate for this conversation to happen. “…it was a girl asking a question in which she wrote a story about a very naughty thing she’d done,” I listened intensely as she continued, a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye. “She’d said how one week when her parents were away, she banned herself from using the loo. She slept in their bed, and rather than weeing in the toilet, every time she needed to go she went back into her own bedroom and peed on her bed, then went back to her parents to sleep.” I was astonished. I didn’t know what to say. There was a warm fuzzy feeling in me. Hannah explained the rest of what this one girl had done, and said how she was turned on by the story. She’d read the answers which gave her a little more information about the fetish but ultimately, she explained, the story had done one thing. “It made me want to try it- really badly want to,” Hannah told me. There was a long pause. I was very aware that my lip was twitching as I tried to figure out what I would say. * “Are you… well do you want to…” I stammered, perched on the edge of the bed “is that why we’re…” “Well now’s as good a time as any,” she said, confidently cocking her head to one side, her big pleading eyes absorbing me. “So…” once again I tried to find the words, “Well I kinda need to go now…” I was beginning to get really excited. “So go to the guest room,” she grinned ear to ear, “While you were out on the phone earlier I put a mattress cover on the bed in there. Enjoy it, and come back to this bed when you’re done.” Once again she gestured to my spot in the bed. “So from now on,” she continued, “…all the time we’re here and if it’s just a wee-wee you need: the toilet is out of bounds. Would you like that?” I was overwhelmed. Unable to form words, I simply nodded. “Go on then.” She winked at me, tucked her long hair behind one eye and rolled over in bed. I stood, my legs felt weak, my knees slightly shaky. Then, trying to keep my cool, I walked out and made my way through the unfamiliar rooms to the guest room. I didn’t feel the need to shut the door behind me, instead I stood in the dark room looking down at the single bed in front of me. It was lit only by the moonlight through the open curtains. Hannah had taken off the duvet and pillows, leaving only a crisp dry sheet over the waterproof cover. She’d put two large towels down on the floor in front of the bed. None of it felt real. My heart fluttered in my chest, my breathing quivering. I couldn’t work out what to do with myself. After a moment to figure out a few practicalities, I decided to treat it as if I was just sitting on the loo. I pulled my short PJ bottoms down to my shaking knees, then sat my nervous bottom on the edge of the dry bed. I was still wearing my pale coloured panties. It took a few deep breaths to calm my body. Inside my panties I felt warm and fuzzy. I closed my eyes. Took another deep breath. Relaxed. My pee hole filled. Then, breaking the silence with a gentle hissing, I began to wet the bed. The warm yellow liquid filled my panties. A tingle shot up my spine. The hissing grew louder, my bottom wetter. I was throbbing, excitement rushing through me. My hands were trembling as more and more warm pee gushed straight through the panties, puddling around my bottom and warming my lap. It felt amazing. Very wrong, very dirty, even more naughty. But extremely good. Eventually I finished. The hissing faded away and the final dribble came to a close. I smiled to myself, and as I stood drips of my pee trickled out of my panties and tickled as they ran down my legs. I took off my pants, leaving them wet with my pee-pee in the puddle I’d made on the bed. Then, trying to calm myself back down, I pulled my shorts up over my naked wet bottom, and headed back to bed. “Goodnight,” was the only thing Hannah said as I climbed in. I tried to work out when she last went to the loo, and wondered if she’d be visiting the other room anytime soon. It was my final thought before I drifted asleep. ** Saturday morning came quickly, a sign I had slept very deeply that night. Hannah was already outside, taking a phone call. I could hear the kettle coming to a boil in the kitchen and got up to poor some coffees. On my way past the other bedroom, I stopped to look in. It smelled pretty strong. Hannah had been in there since I’d wet last night. She’d left a sizeable puddle to the left of where I’d sat. It had stained the sheet yellow and you could see where, unable to absorb further than the mattress cover, it had run off the edge of the bed and splashed over the towel on the floor. It was an odd shaped stain on the sheet. I couldn’t quite work out what position she must have been in. One of the towels that was spread neatly on the floor was now scrunched in one corner- she’d obviously used it to wipe herself down after finishing. I also noticed a packet of wet wipes had been put on the bedside table. Looking at it all, I felt butterflies doing a little excited dance in my tummy, and stepped forward for my morning pee. I gently ran my fingertips through the wet patch Hannah had left. It wasn’t completely cold: she must have done it just before heading outside. With the window slightly open so I could hear the birds outside, I knelt on the bed. The pyjama shorts I was wearing were quite short, and with a little reposition of the fabric I managed to expose myself so that I could pee down one leg. It was unlike any wetting position I’d tried before. The thick, morning stream of pee shot down my thigh. I gripped the tightly scrunched soft fabric of the PJs, trying my best to keep the spray away from them. The rich pee pooled under my knees, the warmth tingling as I emptied my bladder’s straight onto the bed. It felt undeniably good. But the kettle had boiled, and so I denied myself further pleasures and wiped down. After both taking showers, we spent most of the day out. Hannah wanted to show me some of the places she’d visited on family holidays to the villa. Other than a very brief discussion over breakfast, we didn’t really talk about the bed that was sitting dripping with our pee back at the villa. She’d mentioned early in the day that she wanted to keep the window open and the door shut (to keep the smell from becoming an issue), but added that she felt turned on every time she stepped in there. On the whole, we acted entirely as friends with the occasional giggly immature conversation anytime something sexual popped up. I’m sure anyone around us found us highly irritating. But that didn’t bother me. *** Back at the villa in the evening, I was the first to yet again head for the single bedroom. As I swung open the door a familiar fuzzy joy hit me. But this time there was added reason. Hannah was following me in. My heart was beginning to race again, and my breath grew short. We were both still fully clothed in tight fitting jeans. With the window open, the room was a little on the chilly side. The sheet was still very wet from the morning. I turned to smile a Hannah as she shut the door behind her. I think it was obvious I was nervous. Timidly, I pulled down my jeans and sat in my panties on the edge of the cold, wet bed. “Awwww, you’ve been sitting down!” Hannah said in a sweet voice. I went to stand, not sure if I was doing the right thing. “No,” she said, stopping me, “It’s cute. Stay there.” I did as I was told and she turned to sit next to me, our legs not quite touching. She hadn’t lowered her jeans, and looked into her lap, fidgeting with her hands. Unsure of where to look, so did I. There was an awkward silence. I was too on-edge to pee, but never the less tried to encourage encourage myself to go. The silence was broken by a muffled hiss coming from Hannah’s lap. My excitement grew. I looked out the corner of my eye to see a long dark wet patch shooting along the inside of her jeans. I heard her breath a sigh of relief as the stream started, and couldn’t take my eyes off of the big black stain filling her thighs. Around her bottom, the cold wet sheet became the base for a shallow glistening puddle of her wee. She’d finished before I’d managed to start. I sat in awe, unable to peal my eyes of her little bottom as she stood. The moment she was off the mattress, the depression around my cheeks became the new home for the puddle of her wee. It swamped around me, the warmth a stark contrast to my shivering bottom previously dampened by the old, cold pee. She stood with her back to me, my eyes still fixed on the glistening wet patch. It was the shape of a heart, formed up around her two cute pert buttocks and sweeping down the back of her legs. She pulled off the wet jeans and, leaving them in a heap on the floor, wiped herself down and left the room. I watched her naked legs disappearing round the corner, my mind a haze. Inside my panties I was getting puffy and sticky. I closed my eyes and peed. By the time I was back in the bedroom she was already under the covers. We smiled at each other as I climbed into bed. I drifted to sleep that night thinking of the first of Hannah’s wee-wees I’d seen. Her surprise at the fact I’d sat down to pee gave me the impression she’d been standing up to go. That might, I thought, further explain her reasoning for putting towels down. **** Sunday morning came and once again I woke to an empty bed. Hannah was up, I presumed in the kitchen, so I got up to join her. As I headed for the sound of the boiling kettle, I walked past the other bedroom. The door was open, and standing boldly upon the towel, her petit figure leaning slightly over the bed, was Hannah. She had her pyjama pants down round her ankles, her legs slightly apart and both hands contorting her crotch so that her wee was directed right onto the bed sheet. Her naked bottom was silhouetted by the window opposite her, the thick stream backlit brightly by the rising sun. Her stream was making the most amazing thundering sound as it hammered down over the already wet sheet. Because of the amazing backlighting, I could see every droplet of the spray as her hot morning wee doused the bed. Reluctantly I walked on, not wanting to give the wrong message if she turned round and saw me staring, my jaw practically on the floor. We spent the majority of Sunday in the villa. We had to leave for the airport late Monday morning, time to exploit the pee-pee bed was passing quickly. Every time I'd peed on that bed I'd gotten more and more horny. I was consciously trying not to think about, just because every time I did I was desperate to play with myself. Both me and Hannah visited it on a couple of separate occasions as the day passed. I was sure I was not the only horny one, and it was hard to ignore how strong the sexual tension was beginning to grow. Just friends, I had to remind myself. When it came to bedtime I tried standing to pee, just like I'd seen Hannah doing. That turned out to be really fun and I went to sleep that night quite unbelieving of the whole bizarre situation these last few days had seen me in. ***** I woke sometime in the small hours of the morning after dreaming about the pee soaked bed in the next room. My immediate thought was 'Oh goodness! Have I wet this bed?', not that I thought Hannah would have minded. I hadn’t. But as I lay there awake, next to Hannah peacefully sleeping, I found it impossible to distract myself from the incredible desire to play. Quietly, I slipped out of bed. I was horny, desperate to touch myself. So much so that as I sneaked off to the other bedroom I couldn't help but slip a hand down my PJ shorts for a quick teasing play. I got into the other room and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in my PJs in the very middle of the mattress. The sheet was wet with cold pee. I was feeling really turned on. Inside my panties I throbbed. Looking up for a moment I realised I'd left the door open, but just before I got up to shut it Hannah drifted quietly round the corner. My heart raced. Her long dark hair cast a soft shadow down one side of her face as her silky pyjamas shimmered in the moonlight. She smiled at me and giggled cheekily as she stepped up onto the bed. My hands began to shake, my tummy filled with nerves. I sat tight as she dropped down close behind me. She stretched her legs out round me and brought her arms across my front. Her body was warm as it pressed into my back, her arms firmly embracing me. I felt an incredible sense of security, combined with an overwhelming sense of calm. My racing heart slowed once again, and I found myself resting quite contented in her arms. A while past. Still firmly embracing me, Hannah's arms begun to drift. One arm wrapped around my chest and the other slipped further down. Oddly, I could not have been more relaxed. As her gentle fingertips dragged sensitively into my pants, a small, warm dribble filled my soft cotton underwear. "Go on," Hannah whispered tenderly and slowly as she caressed my pussy, "let it all out." I had no control. Pee flowed in a thin stream into my panties. As it did, the warm fuzzy feeling was taking over my crotch. My heart was picking up again, pumping faster and seeming to miss beats. I tried to keep my breathing calm, but I just wanted to gasp. Then it happened, Hannah let her bladder go. Hot wee splashed against my bottom, soaking my shorts and the back of top. All of a sudden both our bottoms were engulfed in the hot yellow puddle. I couldn't hold back anymore and pushed both my hands into my pants. Hard pleasure shot up my spine as I furiously rubbed. The bed flooded with Hannah's torrent of hot wee. In full flow she began rubbing herself up against me. With her body pressed so tightly against mine, I could feel her racing pulse and her fast warm pants against my neck. Both her hands pushed into my pants where her pee soaked palms wrapped around my knuckles. Her fingers were nimble and knew exactly where to go. Waves of pleasure engulfed my body as harder and harder she rubbed up against me. Her grip on my hands was strong. I breathed faster and deeper, trying but failing to hold back. The pleasure was getting just too great. Every sense was exploding: flashes of bright colours seemed to punctuate each and every time she slipped her fingertips in and out of me. I could feel it coming on, my thighs were trembling. I gasped for air as unbearable pleasure took over. I pulled her hands away and immediately a gush of hot cum filled my panties. splashing both of our hands, it was enough to send Hannah over the edge. To the crescendo of her moans I furiously rubbed myself, once more allowing hot sticky cum to squirt into my pyjamas. We both lay back on the wet bed, exhausted. We talked, and after a little while took a shower together. Together we cleaned the room and set a wash-load on with all the pee stained fabrics from the past few days. After a long lay in it was time to pack for the journey to the airport. Hannah was still very adamant that the washroom was to remain unused, and so it was that my final pee on French soil was quite literally that- squatting and watering the grass outside with Hannah. We spoke a lot about what we did, and together we agree that we are indeed friends with benefits. Yesterday we spoke on the phone to arrange a shopping trip next week.
  18. These videos are really hot, thanks for sharing!
  19. I think we should play it safe re the blood loss. Perhaps grab a water from the bar then find somewhere to sneakily pee with Aimee.
  20. Ask Aimee if she needs to go! Who knows what'll happen if she does?
  21. I would love to try this so much!
  22. Hi community, I have often wondered this, when you fantasise about people wetting, or even when you watch people or partake in that kind of fun, do you prefer to see a clear stream or a yellow one. Personally I'm a fan of lightly tinted pale yellow. Also, what are you thoughts on the smell? I find it quite erotic. Love to here what you think! x
  23. I tried a fleet type one once. It was my girlfriend's idea- she was more into poo than I was. We did it in my room. That was the biggest mistake ever. Can't really remember that much about how it felt, other than the bizar feeling of cold as the fluid went in, shortly followed by lots of cramping and a mess that went way beyond the towels we'd laid down. The cleanup took forever!
  24. That was insane! Loved it! I think Explore the Coliseum x
  25. Can't believe I've only just seen this thread!