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Dimwitrolo

✨ Leaky Legend
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Dimwitrolo last won the day on October 20 2021

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About Dimwitrolo

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    A lovely chap

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  • My pronouns are..
    he/him

My Kinks

  • I'm into..
    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Watersports
    Foot play
    Hypnosis
    Tomboys

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  1. Hello and welcome As you can see, we're all polite and welcoming people who'd love to stop and say hi sometime! We're a well adjusted and close-knit community of lovely, warming people, and we're glad to welcome you on board. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to turn to one of the many friendly faces who'd love to give you a hand I'm afraid I don't have the video you're asking about, nor would I really know how to rip it - but I hope you find it. Once again, welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay.
  2. Deadlines are the worst - I have this horrible habit of leaving my work to the last minute, and then having to rush through the lot. Hopefully though - I learned my lesson this time. In fact I'm sitting in a cold puddle of lessons today - let me tell you a bit about it. So - my name's Jamie, I'm 22, a girl, about five-foot three, probably a bit above average weight, brown hair to my shoulders - nothing too exciting. And I had a deadline due...Exactly 23 minutes ago. Despite the title above, I didn't miss that deadline. No - the deadline I missed was self imposed. I thou
  3. It had been my goal for weeks. I knew I was going to do this - I'd done the planning, I'd figured out my route and all the little details. The excitement - the thrill! - of knowing I was going to do what I was going to do. I shut my front door behind me as I step into the late night air. It's just gone 3am, like I'd planned. It will be quiet out, there won't be anyone. It's just me, my clothes, and my... Well. You can read the URL. You're on this website too. I won't be coy. Today is the day that I'm going to wet myself...in public. It's...it's an odd feeling. I woul
  4. https://www.omorashi.org/forum/116-artwork-and-doujinshi/ Smart-arse
  5. Hey guys - Why would I have a catchphrase! Remember that? It's my new catchphrase. I gotta use it. When did I last upload? June? Am I late? Let's not dwell on that and answer more questions! First question. Well, it's not really a question...I should do more lying down - it's my good side. You like my backside? Well I'm glad you- Oh. I get it. Because you can't see my face. Har har. You don't get to ask any more questions. Rolo says the same thing. Here's my 'good side' anyway And how did I meet Rolo? He was looking for actors for some inter
  6. "Jesus Dan! What do you eat?" Dan doesn't answer - instead he gives me a wink. "No!" I say recoiling and closing the bathroom door behind me. "I'm not using that - that ain't natural!" "Could use the customer toilet?" Dan suggests. "No you can't" Charlie says, walking in with three plates balanced on her arms. "They're broken." "How did someone break the toilet?" Dan asks her. She shrugs, nearly dropping a plate. "Doesn't matter." I say. "I'm a big girl, I can hold it." "Like you did on Friday?" Charlie asks with a grin. "Charlie, I will put you in the microwave if you mention
  7. "Are those uniform?" I turn to see Angie - my boss - leering over me and pointing at my toes. "Pardon?" "Those shoes," she says, looking me in the eye with her steely gaze. "Not really uniform are they?" "Err..." "You know there's a reason we have a uniform." "Oh come off it, Angie!" I moan, sliding a hand into my pocket. "My other shoes are dirty - I can get away with these for one day, right?" "How did your other shoes get dirty?" "The, err, rain yesterday. I got them muddy on the way home," I say to her. Actually I woke up late and couldn't find them, but it was pretty
  8. "Come on Claire, what's the plan?" "It would be useful to have a gun..." "Right." "And I've already got the bullets for it." "How many?" "Twenty four." "That should be plenty." "But he looks pretty tough..." "Yeah but so do the others." "What if he hurts us?" "What if one of the others hurts us?" "They might not..." "They might be even bigger?" "I don't know..." "Too long, I'm deciding." "What?" Frankie slaps the lock to the door open and kicks it in. The Police captain rises to his feet, ready to attack. Frankie stands back and readies her wrench for her fir
  9. "We should go to the police station. It's not too far a walk down the road, just past the newsagent," Claire says after a moment thinking. "It's the obvious answer." "Yeah that makes sense." Frankie nods. "Best case, we find police, worst case, we find something we can arm ourselves with." "Right-" Claire says, looking at the portafilter. "Think I could take something from here, in case we see more zombies on the way there?" "We're going just down the road, Claire." Frankie points out. "There's got to be something better in the police station any way, don't bother yet." "Yeah I guess s
  10. "If I went home...It'd be safe..." Claire thinks out loud. "But...noone's at home - I could go to Tescos? There's probably more of these...people...at Tescos. The Mechanics down the road though...Maybe they're doing better?" Claire thinks to herself for a moment, looking back over to the tied up man wriggling about on the floor, bleeding and snarling. "Maybe I should call someone." Claire thinks, taking her phone out her pocket. She swipes in her password and opens her contacts. She starts off by trying to call her mum. It goes to an automated response - 'The person you are trying to call
  11. "Get back!" Claire shouts as the man stumbles closer to her. Claire shuffles her way backwards, feeling for the counter so she can get behind it. The man keeps shambling in her direction, putting an arm out as if to reach her. "I mean it! Get back!" She shouts. The man doesn't seem to be listening. She has to do something. She turns around for a second, seeing the espresso machine, with the coffee spoon still in it's place from where she'd made her own coffee. A Portafilter, she'd been told it was called during training a week before now, but the name is the least of her concerns - she twi
  12. Another morning. The Beeping of an alarm wakes Claire up with a jolt. She reaches over to the phone sitting at the edge of the mattress, picking it up and hitting the button to make it stop. She sighs as she realises what's happened. Claire sits up in bed, throwing the covers off her legs and yawning. Looking down, she's greeted by the usual sight - pink pyjama bottoms, her fluffy white socks, and a sight that never fails to annoy her - a pale yellow stain on the bed sheets, surrounding her backside like a warm halo. And it is still warm - she's been woke up only moments after finishing he
  13. "Come on! Get out!" "Would you just wait?" Scarlett says from inside the cubicle. "I can't wait!" Beth shouts back, stamping her bare feet against the tiled floor. "I need to get in!" "Tough." Scarlett says back, a hint of amusement on her voice. "H-hurry!" Beth's stood outside the cubicle, hopping back and forth from foot to foot. Neither girl has been in the pool itself yet, but it feels to Beth like she's carrying one inside her right now - and the only thing stopping her from letting it go is Scarlett - who's sat about three feet away from her behind the wooden door. She ca
  14. Hey! Remember you guys said I should try wetting upside down or something like that? Well I did it! It was great fun tbh! I'm so used to it running down my legs when I do this - it's kinda weird having it going all down my chest! Wrapped around my neck too which felt great! My top's soaked, my back's soaked...I think I might do this more often! Anyway, here's that pic - I'll answer the rest of the questions next time! I'm still holding by the way. Somehow. Don't question it. See you soon!
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