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montanaguy

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  1. So This .... after a full day of coffee, beer, iced tea, and herbal tea, I was pretty full. So I thought what the hell, let's cruise on over to Thisvid and Motherless and watch a few wetting videos. Ever since the great Pornhub purge I've been getting creative. Now normally I don't enjoy my fetish until later, but being so full it just sounded like fun. And the added bonus of a low risk chance someone might stop by on this Saturday afternoon. So I pulled up a bunch of vids, lined 'em up and hooked into my nice big screen tv from the PC. What a blast, between great vids, a delightful Wahl massager (don't knock it if you haven't tried it .... ) and a multiple bursting bladder, I had a blast. Finished it off (four pairs of jeans ... )in the garage setting on a wicker chair with a detail sander on low ... again, don't knock it (and be damned careful if you do try it ... make sure you are wearing a few layers ... ) ... totally lost it watching old videos of Abbi Nin .... with that, I wish you a wonderful evening! PS: if you like this let me know, I'm used to reading not writing ... oh yeah, and I am totally straight ... got my start on Shara & Ger's site ...
  2. Not in Great Britain, but nice to know I'm not the only fifty - sixtyish person who enjoys Omo ... Thanks!
  3. TV Guy, that has got to be the heaviest stuff I've ever read on this site. I admire you for sharing, and thank you too. Our stories are eerily similar with one important difference. You found both a healthy way to accept yourself, and a person who accepts you too. I will reread this several times .... as an inspiration and beacon for myself. I've beat myself up for decades, and never shared my enjoyment of wetting with anyone. Thank You for your courage.
  4. Yes, we are considered different, strange, by some perverted and other dangerous. As are all that are different from the mainstream. Each of us, I believe, have some sort of kink, quirk, or some other weirdness when it comes to sexual arousal, that is 'unusual'. Some are relatively innocent, an attraction to diapers, wetting oneself, masturbation, and so on. Some not so much, like pedophilia. I am older than most people on this site, and can say that I went for a very long time thinking I was some kind of freak, until about 15 years ago with the discovery of Shara & Ger's site. Since then, I have come to the conclusion that whatever one's sexual preferences are, so long as it involves informed, consensual participants, let the good times roll. My only regret is that I have yet to find a woman that shares my particular 'kink'. Perhaps I never will. But, regardless of what society thinks, be true to yourself, be smart, and never judge another. Peace to all.
  5. Ok, this seems a bit unusual, I've not posted on this before, but here is my 'story' of the day ..... It's been a very lazy Sunday, and I started holding around 9 this morning. I like to wear jeans with a couple pairs of skivvies underneath and a diaper under those, it allows me to have a 'normal' day without any ... eh ... embarassing accidents. So, today, I am on my third pair of jeans and the fifth diaper. As I write this I am also enjoying Rachel's Waist Band pics and some vids on ABDLvids ... and I'm about to blow a gasket. So, folks, I'll keep you informed. By the way, Rachel, thank you for your tumblr site ... all I can say is Wow! Oh yeah, and thank you Ravenheart and Syndra for friending me. I've gone many years thinking I was some sort of freak, this site has shown me otherwise. Or I have a lot of good company. Either way, Ok, didn't make it long .... this video diaper girl 427 is amazing .... I'm so twisted up that I can hardly stand it ..... the pee is super hot as it runs down the diaper, pooling up around my balls. No flood as of yet (yay!) ..... love that feeling sort as the diaper gels and sort of molds itself ..... Well, twenty minutes later, so much for not flooding ... on to jeans set #4 ....
  6. So, dumb question I know, but can someone point me to some videos of 'soakthroughs' ? Would surely appreciate it ...
  7. So tonight is a beautiful summer night in river city, out watering my lawn, and enjoying my fetish, specifically the side of me that gets the thrill from a bit of exhibitionism, along with the desperation, and the simple need to pee, using dark blue jeans and kids diaper inserts in my skivvies. So far so good. Anyone that raised an eyebrow has been easily explained simply by going over and picking up a sprinkler and moving it. I dont' turn the water off before doing so. So now, ready to wrap the night, just setting here sorta waiting for the eh .... final flow. Have a good night all!
  8. John McKenzie was a tall, 29 year old. Sharp and funny, he grew up in the deep south of the United States, his family finally settling for good in Georgia. A rebel at heart, John learned in his teen age years that the strait laced conservatism of the deep south, constantly reinforced by his fire breathing minister of a father, was not for him. John had a talent for learning languages, and yearned to travel the world. Luckily for John, a the ripe old age of 18 he stopped to help a suited man change a tire, and change John's life. The man was a well connected retired diplomat. Taking John on as a men-tee, he steered John through the challenges of college life, and ensured that John connected with the right people in DC. John's affable personality, sharp mind, and an uncanny ability to perceive, and empathize, with others, made him a natural fit for the State Department. Once John started to see the rest of the world, returning to the repressive roots of his childhood was an impossibility. John loved his European assignments, and France in particular. After growing up in the deep south of the United States, the sensuality of Europe was a wonderful, and liberating, experience. Meeting Corbeau was electrifying, a woman with jet black hair, long legs, perky breasts and perfect, plump cheeks. Sparkling white teeth, deep hazel eyes, and a way of moving that defied physics .... all the curves moving in perfect harmony ..... captured John's heart in a way that no else ever had. John and Corbeau soon moved in with each other, exploring each others bodies with the all the energy, lust and passion that the young enjoy. It was nearly a year later when the bad news came, as they both knew it would. John was being transferred to a new post. Back to the United States. The only way Corbeau could join him was if they married. And, it got worse. John only got a weeks notice to prepare. Corbeau was devastated, John was the best man she had ever met. Growing up in France had been tough on Corbeau, the love child of a forbidden liaison between her Mom and a man of the cloth, she had never really known a father. Her mom's lovers had been all over the map, some kind, some mean, and some abusive. Her own lovers had been a similar mix, and now that she had found John, she didn't want to lose him. The thought of moving to a foreign nation, with different customs was terrifying, but not as terrifying as living without John. Three days after John received his transfer orders, they were married. Life in the United States was hard for Corbeau, starting with having to change her name. After several months of trying to get Americans to twist their tongues around 'Corbeau', she decided to start going by Cori. It just helped keep her life simple. John continued climbing the ladder at the State Department, his ability to perceive and work with different cultures made him a valuable, and wanted partner. Cori went to work at the University, utilizing her skills and experiences of growing up in Europe. In the university, she at least found people who were somewhat more open minded than the people John worked with, most of whom seemed incredibly uptight. That said, no matter how uptight the Americans seemed to be, she and John's love and passion only grew. The first winter in DC was incredibly cold, the Atlantic wind biting through Cori's customary leggings, the leggings John loved her to wear. The cold wind made her miss the fall, when they they drove down south to see John's parents. John's parents were strict, fundamentalist Evangelicals, not especially fond of European customs, and downright horrified of the openminded Cori, and the electrifying sensuality she exuded by her mere presence. The first long drive, that fall, had been extraordinary, the old Buick with its massive bench seat was perfect for driving and engaging in delicious foreplay at the same time. Compared to the roads of France and Europe, the long, sometimes windy, sometimes straight, roads of the drive between DC and Georgia were a real eye opener for Cori as to the sheer size of the United States. Cori had traded the shorts and mini skirts of humid DC summer, for a mix of layers, presently a delightfully fun long sleeved shirt of John's and black capris. Cori's long, slender legs were covered by the sheer, silky smooth black fabric, the thin fabric creating a barely noticeable barrier to John's playful right hand, slowly, warmly massaging her. Cori loved the sensations that repeatedly shot through her body, and she enjoyed the oddly erotic feelings she experienced when the heel of John's hand pressed down on her bladder. The sensation was like adding fuel to the fire, and the moisture, the sweet, slippery, moisture that so turned on John seemed to come that much easier, never showing in the black capris, but making John, and her so very happy as John's fingers explored. Of course, Cory returned the favor, the massive Buick had a tremendous amount of room in that front seat. And when John moved it back and tilted up the steering wheel, Cory would ease down the zipper of his pants, tantalizing him with her miraculous fingers, working him to right before the point of no return and backing off. Cory always made sure to have a cup of ice, for the ice water, of course. She loved to make a game of getting John all worked up, then leaving him hanging. Then, she would take a ice cube and playfully run it down John's shaft, loving the shudders he got, and noting the way John's showed his appreciation in the tiniest bit of ejaculate while he tried to hold on, drive, and alternately cup Cori's breasts and head at the same time. And then Cori would again back off, and shift, giving John a chance to return the favor with his electrifying fingers. And so it went for several hours, until, finally, Cori completed John, resting her head in his lap, with ice in her mouth, and cooling him off on that wonderful fall day. Interestingly enough, John too noticed the vaguely erotic feeling he got when Cori's head was pushing and bobbing against his now stressed bladder, but neither thought much about that, they were far to busy enjoying the moment. Alas, that Autumn drive was now six months past, and Cori was walking home. The cold snap had taken a toll on DC, between cold and snow, it was getting hard to get around. And now a NorEaster, a particularly bad sort of storm was rapidly approaching. The entire east coast was shutting down. The good news was the State Department had given John's entire department the rest of the week off, which meant that they would have five straight days of fun and passion. Cori grinned at that, as she walked toward the DC subway, and realized suddenly that she probably should have used the ladies room before leaving work. Which reminded her of John's wonderful fingers and how warm she had felt when he pressed on her bladder those six months ago. She still thought it was curious, but being a child of Europe, she didn't find anything particularly off putting about it, it was just another of those mysterious things that made the love, lust and passion such a fun pastime! As Cori hurried on to the Subway, she did notice she was getting a little moist, just thinking about that long drive, the warmth made her happy inside, and as she sat down on the subway, she suddenly realized the tiniest little amount of pee had escaped as she sat down. Cori thought that was rather funny, and didn't worry to much as her coat, and jet black leggings, were a pretty good guarantee that only she would be aware of it. Still, she found the slightly naughty, slightly risky feeling to be extremely erotic. The storm was epic, breaking records all up and down the east coast of the United States. Cori and John didn't really notice, however. The stress of moving, of new jobs, making new friends, dealing with immigration for Cori, had taken a toll. The five days were time to make up, and the passion was amazing. Cori had discovered a new book called 'Kama Sutra for Dummies' ..... five days later she and John were no longer dummies, and had moved, twisted, bent, and just flat out exhausted themselves in a frantic five day orgy of pleasure. When Monday finally rolled around they both went back to work, grinning from ear to ear for a solid week. Six short weeks later, Cori had a suspicion that their five days of passion had left them with a bit more than sore muscles and big smiles. The EPT test delivered the proof that child number one was on the way, and that she and John would again be making significant changes. A worried Cori delivered the news to John, a child was not something they had planned on yet, in fact, they had barely discussed it. To Cori's surprise and delight, John was ecstatic, calling his parents and jabbering to them that they were going to be grandparents, and then starting to call his friends. Cori had never seen this side of her man, and she liked it! Cory sat in her chair, thinking how lucky she was to find such a man, a true man, one who wanted to be with her, to love her, and to father her child. She said a silent prayer of thanks that God had put such a man in her life, after giving her so many duds before, both as a child and young woman.
  9. Fun stuff to do, I enjoy going outside, sometimes using a diaper and sometimes not, and reasonably tight jeans, at night. A webbed lawn chair and chaise lounge are out in my patio, a couple of beers .... a good book ... or the computer ... and time .... ; ) Now my fantasy is to do so with a willing partner wearing a well fit pair of levi's 501's .... ah well .... PS to Ravenheart: Naughtylucy420 on xtube does something very similar ... and there was a video a long time ago on whp of two ...... damn hot!
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