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  1. My top 1 it's the smell of dried pee when I don't wash my clothe after wetting. Second is a wet bed in the morning. Sometime, I put unwashed clothes close to my face before going to bed. That reminds me of that pleasure before sleep and when I wake up. I dislike the amonia phase however when I have a pee day.
  2. Love that idea of using the pretext of already wet pants to just pee in them in public!
  3. Interesting topic. I have several flavors of 'integration' of my fetish in my everyday life, all with different outcomes. As a kid (around 9), it was easy ...I was a kid. I just put on my snowpants and go play outside for a while and then undress in my bedroom, without my mom noticing. Snowpants in the closet and they would just dry until next time. Around 14, same routine but a bit less subtile. I would just go out in my snowpants but come back in very quickly as the wetting was just for the time of pleasuring myself As an adult, the first time I tried to re-integrate it, I just let go a small leak into my shorts. I got cought by my then wife. Even fresh pee smells just enough that she cought it and asked me if I had revisited my old fetish. I said 'No...' as I was too shy to admit. On retrospect, that was probably a missed opportunity because I later realized that she was quite easy with it when she asked. After my divorce, my girlfriend and I each had our own home and I decided one day to just let go in my jeans while doing carpentry alone in my home. My girlfriend eventually called and I just told her. She was excited but we never gave it any follow-up. Today is very easy as I live on my own, no girlfriend at the moment. I often have pee days or pee bed time in my appartment. Soon I will live on the country side and will have much more opportunities to hang around the house in my snowpants or lycra outfit and let the hot liquid wet my legs while working outside.
  4. Snowpants for sure! With my friend M on a Canadian winter day before Covid, after a show shoe walk in the Laurentian forest, we ended up in a sweet little cafe. I was wet on arrival as I had slowly let the warm pee flow down my legs during our walk. We ordered our things at the counter, sat at a tables in the middle of all the other customers without anyone noticing. I peed while ordering my tea and peed several times while talking to my friend at the table. Even she would have never known if I hadn't told her I had an 'accident' in my snowpants at the end of our day. I never got to remove my showpants as I also told her I was too embarassed to do so. I ended up going back home in my comfy pants slowly drying as I drove back home.
  5. Only deliberate for me since day 1 when I was like 9. I really enjoy women like Teaser who appears to simply integrate deliberate wetting in her daily life. Similarely, that woman who's cooking and casually peing :
  6. Really love the dark stains. The dry pee smell of those pants must be great.
  7. Great story! Wetting right in front of people without them knowing is just the best! Happenned to me once and it was so exciting.
  8. I live in Canada and never had 'an accident' in snow pants. I've just wet them on purpose every time they're on me 🙂 There is a strong link in my mind between 'shiny swishy nylon pants' and the urge to feel the hot liquid leaking along my legs.
  9. Yes, kind of. I discovered the pleasure of peing on purpose probably around 9, in my bed indeed. Snowpant soon followed as a wetting accessory. One day when I was 12, I was lying on my bed, snowpants on and very wet, ready to pleasure myself. Those snowpants hadn't been washed for a while so I guess they did not only smell fresh pee. It was in the middle of the afternoon and, to my great distress, my mother came in my room. Seeing me lying on my bed -- with snowpants (..!?) -- she kindly asked me, "Are you okay my dear?", to which I quickly and nervously aanswered "Yes, i'm fine". But she had put her hand on my knee, over the swishy fabric, which was an unusual gesture, considering my position ahd also her habits. I can't imagine her not smelling the scene. She did not look to my crotch and the wetness had not come through the garment so her hand couldn't confirm the mess either. But she stayed there, silent, for more time than one would expect. To this day, I beleive she knew. Also not to forget that my smelly showpants had been stored in my closet for a couple years at that point, cumulating dry pee as the pleasure moments added up in them. I can't imagine that she never became aware of my little secret. Knowing her, she probably just understood that this was my little thing, my little secret, and never tried to intrude in that world.
  10. I just bought a piece of land on the country side and plan to build a new home next spring. Although I find great pleasure in the building project itself, almost every time I go and work there, I can’t help but project myself after the construction, freely walking on that 3 acres and casually wetting my clothes. I find the beauty of it all will be the new freedom to enjoy the wetness as long as I wish and just come back inside without risking shame if the flood ever gets visible. Every moment of work outside will become an opportunity for further secret enjoyment. I have come across other people with wet clothes in the past, but always in very selected setups where I knew the clothe would hide the mess. Living in a condo limits the possibilities in that regard. Or I have been rewetting my clothes for hours at a time until it showed, but only inside my home, when I knew again that there was no risk of anyone coming. But on winter 2024-25, that will be different. A whole new episode in the story of my little dirty fantasy. I project myself casually slipping in my swishy garment, no matter how stained from previous wettings, knowing too well what I am about to do in it, and just walk outside, not caring how badly wet I will come back after. Being outside and free from the looks of others, all those moments will be opportunities to walk while peeing, enjoy the dampness of all movements, maybe feel leaks into my boots even, rewet, etc. And then simply come back inside, drop the snowpants on the garage floor, notice the mess and let them dry until next time, likely the day after. In the summer, just put on shiny lycra directly on my skin and concentrate on a total relaxation of my bladder sphincter, resulting in spontaneous leaks and the tickling of the streams on my lower legs. What a bliss it will be!
  11. Not exactly 'with' my friend, but three times in her presence and I told her every time. She kept dry though. But still a pleasure to wet my snow pants and even more pleasure telling her.
  12. I found it relatively easy, quite a few years ago. And what a feeling! I love that it feels even more like casual wetting!
  13. I decided to write my wet story from its inception. Tonight while I re-live all those moments with my keyboard, I thought I would choose better words if I helped revive my memories by wearing my favorite piece of clothing. After a couple hours of writting, the rythm of the leaks appears to be just fine; one would think that I have not wet my shiny snowpants. Look ... I swear they've been wet inside for a couple hours.
  14. I'm out in Canada and here as well, snow pants are the norm in winter for most kids. Although I've peed deliberately them since I was about 10, I never had the audacity to pee in them other than at home but would have loved to do what you did and enjoy peeing in front of everybody without them knowing.
  15. I wet in my snowpants inside my home all the time.
  16. Multiple wetting sessions indeed. They are due to be washed in fact. The zipper can hardly go up.
  17. There would be a second and third time of me peeing in snowpants with my dear friend also wearing her snowpants. Here are some images of her snowpants on our third walk. Hard to resist the fantasy that she was wet inside, but I confirmed later that she was not wet :
  18. Casual wetting is my thing. I don't get excited with desperation. I prefer the thrill of just letting go while walking, reading, writting, even talking with someone (for the rare occasions I could achieve this last one). What I like about casual wetting is that it often implies rewetting as well. Today I felt like writting about my early wetting experience and did so. Very casually wetting while concentrating on my writting. Here is the result after that session of writting :
  19. So far, when I need to control visible leaks, all I do is control how much time in between and how much pee I let go each time. I let the pee partly dry in my pants before I let go again. Walking helps. Of course, I make sure I don't have too full of a bladder if I want to be able to strech the pleasure over a long time in public. That day with friend M, my first wetting occured around 11h00, we walked the snow trail and then entered the café around 15h00. I am 100% certain that no one could see that I had peed my snowpants for 4 hours, no visible wetness. I peed a few more times in the café while talking to my friend and then we went to her home. One detail I skipped in my previous short post is that, at the beginning of our snow shoe walk in the forest, I had told her that I had "an accident", so she knew -- "I had an accident" -- ...but not that I would continue to pee my snowpants the whole time, nor that I was enjoying the bliss of a hot pee stream between my legs while I was listening to her face to face. BTW, when I peed the first time, we were laying in the snow, she was laying half way over me, with one leg over mine, relaxing in the winter sun. So I somehow peed 'on her', hidden inside my snowpants. What a thrill! When we got to her home, I checked and confirmed that no pee had leaked so I could sit with her and keep on chatting with a hot tea ...in hot snowpants. Because I would have been shy of any pee smell, I reminded her of my little 'accident' then asked if she could smell anything, to which she verified and answered "absolutely not". She was very 'welcoming' regarding my little 'accident' and made sure I would not be embarassed in front of her. With such kindness and respect, I felt free to admit to her that I had peed 'a bit more' because I liked the feeling of it. We just laughed and did not elaborate. Last bit of that blissful day: That woman's hips... I can't resist holding! (yes, she was my sex friend at the time). So just before leaving, I can't forget that one sublime moment when I took her beautiful and tiny hips between my hands and slowly leaked hot pee along my legs in my tight snowpants, kissed her and said goodbye. At that precise moment, two of my most accute passions converged and marked my memory forever. Thanks life! 🙂
  20. Some years ago, I got a contract from a friend to restore old hardwood baseboards. That job brought me in my basement workshop for a few days. One of those days I decided to put on old tight jeans and just do my work while making sure to totally relax my pee sphincter. I ended up quite constant at not restraining my pee flow at all. The least bit of liquid produced in my blatter would flow unrestrained right into my pants. I loved the absolute casual nature of that wetting day. That is also the only time I could share some sexual excitement with my girlfriend on that topic. She called on the phone to see if I was doing well and I eventually told her that I was casually peing my pants on the job. To my surprise, she said, "my god, that exites me".
  21. I am Canadian and indeed have so very much wet my snowpants since I was about 10. It became systematic for me from about that age; once I have discovered the pleasure of peing in them on purpose, I couldn't resist wetting my showpants every time after that as much as I can remember. More recently, peing my snowpants while speaking to my friend M, right in front of her and without her knowing was such a thrill! That game went on even at the café while sitting at the table (because we kept our snowpants inside).
  22. We had a second winter walk with me wetting (...I means drenching!!) snowpants in here presence. And I had the courage to yet again tell her that my snowpants were purposely wet. That time she was again very kind but nicely said that my kink was a bit of a challenge for her. Then Covid gave us a hard time... and I am expecting to resume sharing about my wet pleasure with sexy M as soon as the right time comes.
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