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About RNSL81

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  • Birthday 12/16/1981

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    he/him

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    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Watersports
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    Pee drinking

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  1. Loved this. Would love to read more of them.
  2. Hi there. Defo a DL after trying them earlier in the year after wanting to for ages. I would love to try AB with the right woman though. I can see myself as being a sub as I'm quite introverted IRL. Never had the chance but would love to see myself as younger (not baby, perhaps early teens) and being diapered after an accident. No spanking or humiliation, not that much of a sub, but being "helped" to clean up and then put in a nice fresh fluffy diaper. And then let it build back up to flood it (which is the best feeling, letting the heavy warmth spread out......mmmmm). And my partner ending up wet or diapered as well of course. Have to share the fun.
  3. loved every second of this. More please!
  4. Recently I've been wearing diapers or pull ups in my flat when my roommate is not about. Love to sit and watch netflix or catch up on some gaming and just let go. even tonight I sat in a pull up and casually wet while reading a book. I also like to sit out on my balcony with a beer and a book and let go.
  5. Sitting in a wet pull up, glass of wine and enjoying a good book. Perfect evening. 

  6. Ohhhh. Liking this. Looking forward to more.
  7. Happy to hear you got a backup. Would love to see the story continued hear or elsewhere.
  8. Late afternoon. Had been holding it for a good few hours since my morning wee. Was squirming a lot and it felt amazing to just cut loose. Next time I might do a video.
  9. Thought I'd add some more. First time I've posted pics. Enjoy
  10. Was sorry to see "poor her" was ending but i already like the premise of this story.
  11. I only got into wearing pull ups and diapers recently (thank you amazon). I have worn a pull up out to the shops and managed to overcome the fear and let out a few sizable dribbles but never fully wet. It felt great as well as terrifying. The car ride home produced no leaks and when I got back to my flat (with my flat mate on leave) I went out to the little balcony and full on flooded the pull up. Lots of leaks. Fantastic. As for deliberate wetting, walking back from work last year, in uniform and was in rain storm. My trousers (black) were fairly drenched below my jacket. As I got to a little ally off the main road to my flat's carpark I stopped, checked the coast was clear and full on emptied my bladder. Must have peed for a solid 40-50 seconds (was rather desperate). It wasn't something I had planned but between the rain and my need I just decided to go. Fortunately my flat mate was still at work and I managed to clean out my shoes and dry them before the next day. I have to admit it felt amazing and it was only when I realised I was stroking myself on a public path, in uniform that I snapped to me senses and went in to take care of things. Pity I've never had the chance to repeat that "accident".
  12. Gosh. It took a while and what I was expecting to be a quick end to the days events on the bay ended up being a bit of a monster. Still, its done and I'm happy enough with it. Enjoy Part 5C Another day in the sea. As I stood before my lovely, beautiful girlfriend, gazing down at her with the same dopey expression as earlier in the day, she grinned up at me. “I guess we should do something about the lakes in our suits” she said. “I now know what it’s like to have your toes swimming. After all. It’s not every day drysuits spring leaks… from the inside.” The last was delivered with her special daft smile and raised eyebrows “Eh…..Eh” “Your such a dork, you know that”. “Awwww. Come on. That was funny.” I met her eyes then grinned down at her. “Nope” I replied, lunging down to grab her legs at the ankles. I swiftly stood up and rocked Sam back on her hips and back. She squealed in mixed surprise and delight as the wee gathered in her suit rushed out behind her and soaked the back of her T-shirt and the dirt below. As she started to wiggle in my firm grasp I pulled her legs open and dropped to my knees between them, I lowered my body slowly down over hers as she flashed me a look of promise and lust. Gently, I lowered my lips to hers, drawing in a breath filled with the scent of her as we kissed. It lasted a long time, more sedate but more sensuous than our previous play. After an age I pulled back slowly. Her eyes were still shut as she gasped quietly, her chest moving softly with each breath. As she opened her eyes and looked into mine we smiled at each other. “That was nice babe but now I’d like to point out even my shit is soaked. How will you make amends for this travesty? “Well, I still need to rid myself of these puddles I’m standing in so lets swap positions and you can do the same. After that we suit up fully, blame the cold and who will know?” Her only response was to pull me back down on top of herself and try to role me over. By the time we had finished rolling around on the ground, kissing and playing with each other and finally ditching most of the now cooling pee from my suit, it was due time for another change of the dive groups. As we helped each other zip up we noted activity by the rib. Defiantly one pair and the instructor already in and helping the others. Sam and I shared one last quick kiss and hug before traipsing down to the shore line. As we crossed from the field to the pebble beach I yelled back to the bus that divers were inbound. Our gear was laid out ready for us just above the high tide collection of dead seaweed and driftwood. With practiced ease we helped each other into our sets, even as the others came pilling down to dress themselves or help. Andrew and John helped Sam and I. As he was helping me Andrew leaned in and whispered in my ear. “So its clear you to were getting up to some proper hanky-panky there. You have no idea what it took to stop that dick Brian from jumping out on you two. With that in mind, maybe tone it down a bit, keep it PG, especially if your making her squeal like that” He pulled back with a smirk on his face as I felt my own instantly go bright red. His smirk led to a snigger and he quietly spoke across me to John. “Called it bud” Sam froze at that shooting a look between Andy and John before taking in my blazing face. As John looked skywards with a tuneless whistle she squeaked in embarrassment and spun her back to all of us to hide her blush. “Thanks for that Andy” I exclaimed with a weary sigh. He just slapped me on the shoulder then pointed to the water were the rib had just pulled in. 10 minutes later Sam and I were dropping lazily and slowly to our depth of 14m to do a series of navigation exercises. Alex, swapped over from driving the boat on the last run was once again observing us. Sam and I went first, navigating various shapes with 10 and twenty meter long sides as Alex drew them on his slate. At the base line the other two watched. Or tried to. Alex had chosen the softest area of the seabed in the bay and deliberately kicked it up to add a huge cloud of silt as a navigation hazard. Still, before too long we were done and settled down to let Kev and Mark have a go. Our slates were immediately out and we started writing to each other. I admitted at Sam’s questioning that although my bladder was satisfied for now, my bowels we defiantly starting to feel like they needed attention. I was never sure if it was all the swimming or the pressure or sheer coincidence but diving always had that effect on me. Sam indicated that she also needed to go but not desperate. We both giggled in our regulators as we pushed our foreheads together and gave a little push to see if our bladders could warm us up a little but neither of us wanted to push to hard just in case, well. As we’d wrote. More than pee leaking out was a real risk for both of us now. Before we knew it all 5 of us were ascending, at the correct rate, to climb into the rib and zoom back to shore. After the now rote ritual of pulling off gear and laying it out, swapping out bottles for group 2 to charge our old ones and a quick scribble in our dive logs and checking our planned profile was still ok Sam and I decided to heed our earlier advice. As the afternoon dragged on and group one dived, we sat with all the others. Conversation was lite between the group as Alex was watching over us all while munching on his lunch. Plans were made for us all to meet at the bar after we were done for the day although there was much teasing when I agreed to Samantha’s invitation to have dinner at hers first. She was confident that that house would now be hers for the whole weekend as Lisa, instructor Rob’s cousin had text her at some point over lunch to say she was staying at her boyfriends until next week. As we discussed dinner options, I was delighted to see a very slight wiggle at the hips and a minute jiggle of her legs, tucked up to her bum. She also smiled at my own little jiggles and bounces as my own need increased. Duty called as group 1 swapped for group 2. We left Kev and Mark to charge bottles as we had done the first set of dives for the day but between shifting gear and checking over our own stuff again, we didn’t get much time to chat. At one-point Brian looked like he was going to say something but as Ian was now on shore with us, he kept whatever he had to himself. Sam and I managed to snatch a few minutes together on the shore line, the sea lapping at our toes. We gauged that we were both very close to an accident and even felt like a pee was in order as well. We agreed to try and hold on until after the dive. At one point we broke out in laughter as Sam pointed out any accident was bound to be associated with gas and god knew what that would do to our buoyancy control trapped in our suits as it would be. Our peals of laughter caused the others to wander over but seeing Sam on her knees doubled over, one had grasping at my knee, me almost doubled over on top of her they shrugged and left us to it. No one would have guessed that we were basically laughing at a very lame and geeky fart joke. As Gav and Derek had pointed out as we’d all relaxed together, we were just a little bit weird and therefore perfect for each other. By the time we were trapesing into the rib for our third dive, Samantha was back to gently and discreetly jiggling on the spot. Not as bad as yesterday perhaps but well on the way. I on the other hand, was desperate. I could only remember needing to go as bad as this once, and that had resulted in an accident as well. I was almost hopping from foot to foot, trying to clench as tight as possible as the contents of my bowls moved irrevocably towards my increasing stressed sphincter. I had managed to relieve the pressure by letting out the occasional fart but even that was impossible now. I felt that any lapse in control would result in a leak, and this monster trying to get out would not allow for a little leak. If this started snaking out of me, it was all coming. Sam was watching me to the distraction of everything around us, shooting me the occasional grin between her own occasional grimace. Our final dive was almost a nothing event. 12m down to a rocky area of the bay to do a quick set of searches. We go lucky and managed to find the slate and old torch that had been hidden for us. We quickly shot back to the surface once we were done so we could wait on the rib until the others were done. It was while clinging to the side of the rib I realised I was in trouble. The dive had had its usual effect on me and, with the added inability to properly clench and hold while swimming about, I was right on the knife edge. I managed to pass my weight belt into the rib and shrugged out of me set. Sam had already managed to throw her gear in and I was momentarily distracted by her sleek form pulling itself into the rib, her legs and feet swinging away from me as she managed to pivot on her tight, flat stomach. She turned to grin down at me. I mouthed help at her and managed to partially shove my set up to her. She pulled it in and turned back to me, now smiling wider than ever. I knew I was never going to be able to get in. The usual technique to pull yourself up as high as possible, flop down on your chest or stomach on the body of the rib and then spin around to pull your legs in was impossible. As soon as I pulled myself up, or even tried to pivot, I would loose all control. I could already feel the tip of my solid BM just poking out of my painfully stressed ring. In the end, as I gazed into Sam’s gorgeous brown eyes I decided that it was now or never. I briefly considered going in the water first so I could at least try and pull myself in however the mess it might make as I swung around was not worth thinking about. I reached over the body of the rib, grabbed the rope line and started to pull. As my body rose out of the water, aided by a hard butterfly kick, I felt Sam clutching at me, helping me up. I managed to get my stomach onto the side of the rib and, as the pressure slammed into my guts I felt my last remanence of resistance drain out of me. The thick, hard snake of poo started to slip out of my tortured hole, slowly pushing out into my briefs. As my legs swung parallel with the side of the rib I froze. The poo coiling into my clothes felt hot and firm against my skin. Sam pulled me fully into the boat and I managed to get my legs under me. As I sat Japanese style on my legs, with my bum sitting just off the deck between my feet. I moaned as quietly as I could as another few inches of poop pushed into my briefs. At that point it stopped, holding my hole open, the sensations utterly delightful. The heat of my movement pressed tight against my body by the layers of pee soaked clothes and the suit. I felt a small trickle of pee dribble out of the end of my rapidly stiffening penis. Sam herself crouched down before me taking my head in her hands before kissing me quickly on the lips. She then hugged me and whispered into my ear “Just let it go.” Was all she got out before my body gave another involuntary push. With a gasp I let it happen, not fighting it but instead pushing gently. My BM continued to flow slowly out of my body. The snake, at least 6 inches already sped up as I pushed. As I peed again, the warmth flowing around my balls as electric, coupled with the heat and pressure of the poop forming a huge shapeless mass behind me, I felt my pee cut off abruptly. As Sam licked my ear my whole body stiffened and instead of waves of desperation and pressure, waves of pleasure racked my body. I felt my dick twitch as, for the second time today, I shot a different hot sticky mess into my briefs. I bit my lip hard, tasting blood, trying desperately to hold of the yell of pleasure that wanted to escape. My head flopped down onto Sam’s shoulder with a satisfied sigh. Behind me my BM was finally done. A hard hot mass that felt as large as a melon was nestled between my legs. I could feel it just touching my balls as well as pressing delightfully against my now relived ring. As my whole body came down from the rush I sighed again. I pulled back from Sam, still holding my bottom of the deck to avoid spreading the mess around. The cough from the side of us both shocked us into startled stillness. Together we both turned our heads to see Ian, eyebrows raised in a look of stunned disbelief as he took in the scene before him. “Ummm, what the hell are you two doing?” “CRAMP” both Samantha and I yelled together. We quickly glanced back at each other before we continued, making up a tale on the spot. “When we were in the water my back started to go. We finished quick and I wanted to come up to try and sort my back out.” That’s why Stuart was slow getting out and why I had to help him. I was helping him stretch out his lower back just now.” “That’s why I was so awkward, but I was able to just stretch it out and the cramp finally eased off.” We paused now looking at Ian to see if he was even remotely going with our tail. To both of our surprise, it seamed he might. His expression had softened to a look of concern. A cramp in the small of the back could be massively painful and potentially dangerous while diving. “It’s stopped now?” he asked. “Yes.” I replied. “It was bad for a few minutes but I’m ok for now. Must need more potassium in my diet.” Ian looked like he was going to ask something else but we were disturbed by the trio of divers suddenly surfacing on the other side of the rib. As Ian turned to them to take the all ok signals and start the process of prepping the engine to run us back to shore, Sam and I shared a look of pleased disbelief. It was possible that we might have just pulled that off. I stayed in my position as we zoomed back to the pebble beach I looked across to Sam. Sitting on the side of the rib with her knees pressed tightly together I saw all the signs of needing to go potty. The moisture on her forehead was not from her wet hair and the few glances she gave me, she nodded quickly at the question in my eyes. On the shore group 1, dressed and ready, piled into the rib as we pulled our gear out. I tried to keep my back away from everyone lest everyone see the bulge in the back of my suit. As the instructors also shuffled about I managed to get my gear up to our little base at the side of the van. Sam threw a quick hug about me before reaching down to grab her bag and starting a quick determined walk towards the toilet and shower block. I quickly grabbed mine and followed, trying not to waddle to obviously. As I came around the side of the block, I saw her hand giving me a come-hither gesture out of the door of the female toilets. After a quick glance about I almost ran in after her. She grabbed my and pulled me into a tight embrace as our lips locked together. Her hands quickly ran down my body before one cupped each bulge in my pants. As she gently pressed the ball of poop against me and slowly rubbed my swelling member I moaned loudly. My own hands explored her body. One hand cupped her breast through the suit while the other explored between he legs. I pulled away slightly and gave a disappointed aww at finding nothing. She grinned at me. “Not yet. And I want to get this suit off first.” She pushed off me and, with an easy grace, quickly shed her suit. For the first time I took in the full damage from her first accident. The light crimson of her bottoms was soaked dark red all around. There wasn’t a single dry spot to be seen. As she spun around a similar wet patch on her back showed where her top had absorbed the pee that had drenched her t-shirt when I had “helped” her drain he suit. She unzipped and pulled off the top, throwing it into a heap in the sink. The t-shirt underneath was transparent and muddy on the back, the lacy strap of her bra enticing. I quickly stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her body. She leaned back into me as my hands came up and cupped each breast. I nibbled on her ear, my breath tickling and causing her to giggle. She let me fondle her, tweaking her nipples and making them stand proud before she pushed back against me. With a groan she bent over at the waist and her hands clutched at herself, one in front and one behind. Within seconds I could hear a gently hiss and a splattering sound as she relaxed her bladder with a moan of pleasure and relief. I dropped down onto me knees behind her and watched as the material clinging tightly to her pert ass quickly darkened further as it became saturated. Hot rivers run down both her legs with a thin stream falling down between them. She grabbed her waist band and pulled her clothes tight. The sodden material pulled tight between her legs and ass, I gasped in delight at the sight. The layers were too thick to see any real definition of her gorgeous lips but the act did compress the fabric allowing more of the wee to flow down. I grabbed her ass with one hand, the other gently rubbing her. Another moan and a shudder from her let me know that she had come, experiencing a soft orgasm. Another soft moan and a sudden cracking sound from behind announced the last vestige of control leave her as a bulge started to form in her joggers. I pulled my hands back to give it room to expand. It started slowly, poking a tent into the material before seeming to collapse, spreading out into a ball. With a grunt the mass doubled in size, accompanied by a small final flood down her legs as Sam’s bladder was finally emptied fully. Sam quickly spun on the spot and all it took was a look of pure passion. I stood up and immediately started pulling off my suit. As I pulled my head out of the neck seal I felt her hands pulling, helping to pull the suit down. As I managed to step out, my feet sucking slightly with a vacuum, I turned to kick my suit away. Behind me Samantha gasped as she took in the damage to my own clothes. Like her my sweats were fully dark, no single dry spot to be seen. The mass of slowly softening poop was a large ball hanging between my legs. I felt Sam come up behind me. She pressed her body against my back and her hands again circled me, one hand on each bulge again. After a few strokes, the hand at the front slid into the waistband of all three of my saturated layers. The coolness of her skin against my throbbing member was electric. As she gently mashed my mess against my ass, sending further spikes of pleasure until I could feel myself building up again. I swiftly pulled away, determined to make this last. I could see the confusion as I pulled away before her eyes lit up with delight as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom. She nodded. We started with our tops. My Jumper and T-shirt came off together while her T-shirt joined her top in the sink. Panels of sheer light blue lace showed of her perky and erect nipples. She blushed slightly as I paused to drink in the sight. I pulled of my sweats, my thermals equally soaked and clinging to my legs. Her own were rapidly kicked off as well. Her thermals, originally a beautiful white were stained a light yellow. They had gone translucent enough to see darkness of the blue panties underneath. She bent down to pick up her bottoms and, as she turned around to drop them in the sink I could only groan is pleasure at the tight material clinging to her, drawing to the eyes in to the soft curve of her legs and bum, contrasted by another dark swelling gently held against her body by the tight material. For the second time in two days I felt my whole body twitch in anticipation at the sight of her accident held tight against her body. A cheeky glance over her shoulder, she smiled at the lust plain on my face as well as my engorged penis tenting my grey briefs, exposed as my thermals were halfway down my thighs. I swiftly pulled them all the way off, kicking them uncaring to the side. Stood only in my underwear I watched as Sam shed her own thermals, bending at the waist to slowly peel them off. Both of us now were clad only in our underwear. She shivered before me, suddenly shy and hugged herself before she tried to cover herself as I simply stared at her beauty. I stepped in slowly and took her arms in my hands and pulled them to her sides. I closed the gap, pushing my body against her as I embraced her tightly. Our lips met, softly at first but with increasing intensity. I reached behind her and managed to quickly unsnap her bra without fumbling like a 15 year old. I peeled it of slowly, taking care to place its delicate form into the sink behind Samantha. I leaned down to take one of her nipples between my lips, letting my tongue dance over them between gently kisses that drew her breath in sharp gasps. I let my hands run down her sides, causing another shiver before I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the delicate lace of her panties. I let my hand continue down her hips, my fingertips running over her firm bottom. The weight of her accident help pull the panties down. I hunkered down before her, continuing my hands down her legs. She pulled one up as I reached the bottom to step out of them. The shape of her mess had moulded to the shape of her bottom. As she stepped fully out of them, I laid the panties to the side. I took her hips in my hands again before leaning in to kiss her just above her fine, trimmed bush. She shivered in delight as I let my tongue trace little trails over her skin as I moved down. Her delicate curls were glistening dew like and the sharpness of her pee was wonderful on my taste buds. A sharp intake of breath as my tongue dipped into the sticky sweetness of her excitement between her tight, delicate lips. Her hands grasped the back of me head as I lapped at her. A finger, then a second also dipped into her, becoming coated in the sticky wetness. As I found the bud of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, two fingers penetrated her with a squeal, cut off as she bit her lip to keep from shouting. “Stuart….Please, Please.” Her voice was shallow and gasping, begging me to take her. I gently pulled out of her and stood. My briefs were swiftly pulled down at the front, finally releasing me from the confines of the soaked and sticky material. Sam’s hands quickly grasped at me, pulling me towards her. Her hips arched forward, desperate in her passion but I managed to regain enough control to hold her off. “The condom.” She paused at my rushed words, disengaging enough to let me grab and rip open the packet. Swiftly I rolled it down my length, even the coolness and sensations of this simple action driving me higher towards my release. I new it wouldn’t take long for either of us to reach a climax. With the protection on I allowed Sam to pull me against her. One hand clutched at her breasts while the other slid back between her legs. Her own clutched at me, guiding me. For a few seconds I let her play the tip of my erection between her lips before gently thrusting up into her. She gasped and leaned back, dragging me with her as she rested against the tiled wall. Her own hips and body rocked gently beneath me as I supported my own weight and hers on the wall, one arm now wrapped tight around her body. I stared my own gentle thrusting, extracting a delighted mewing from Samantha. Our breath quickened, become harsh and shallow. Her hands and fingers were now clutching and raking my back. Her whole body was tensing in waves, her body almost sucking me in as I tried to time my own thrusts with the pulses. My own orgasm came so quickly that I barely had time to let out a guttural moan even as she screamed wordlessly, her whole body tight against and around me. As we spent ourselves she flopped against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I felt my legs start to give and I pulled gently out of her. As I slowly crumpled to my knees she came with me, her own legs jelly. There was a quiet splatting sound as the heavy mass between my legs was smooshed behind me as I flopped fully onto the deck. Sam’s nipples rubbed into my chest as she pressed tight into my body. Between long slow gasp she managed to speak. “Well. Not to be crude, but at least I know, despite my lack of experience, I can shag the shit out of you.” A very different groan exploded out of my body as she hugged me tightly breaking into quiet, high pitched squeals of giggly laughter.
  13. Noooooo! I really hope that you can continue this story. It means so much to me and hits so many points from my past that its not real. I have been touched by this to the point of tears many times and the thought of it being taken down makes me so sad. I am gonna have to go through the history and capture everything (something I was planning to do so I can take this fantastic story with me the next time I go to sea). I would be gutted beyond belief if this was lost. Surely the ones in charge can see what means to people.
  14. Interesting start. Looking forward to where this might go. We need more RWBY on here.
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