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  1. Just wanted to thank everyone for their feedback for past stories. Even though I'm really bad at replying to comments, I really do appreciate the encouragement! It definitely helps me get creative a lot more often and write more :) Jessie had just the right amount of crazy in her to make her boyfriend Jon a very happy and lucky man. Her antics were probably a bit much for most guys, but for Jon, it resulted in a ton of fun. They had sex in nearly every position included in the Kama Sutra, made out heavily in public, even experimented with S&M. However, there was one thing that Jon had not been able to reveal to his girlfriend of 3 years due to embarrassment. The problem with dating a crazy chick was that there were predictable consequences when things hit a rough patch. Jessie had been brought up in a very uptight religious environment which had certainly scarred her in certain ways. Being as sexually active as possible outside of wedlock was just her way of coping with her controlled past. However, there were certain things she demanded out of Jon. She forbade him from masturbating or watching pornography, saying that his sexual energy should be reserved for her. In all fairness, she was almost always willing to please him unless they happened to have an argument. Jon had learned quite quickly just how serious she was about this rule when they first moved in together. He had taken the opportunity to rub one out while she was out shopping and she had smelled his ejaculate the moment she had undone his pants that night. She had withheld sex for a week as punishment, but Jon had caved again in the shower on the sixth day. When they finally got down to business again, Jessie had insisted to start things off with a blowjob so she could determine if he had cheated based on his load size. After deeming the amount she had swallowed to be insufficient, Jon was forced to struggle through another week without sexual release. The next time, Jessie was pleased to swallow several gulps of his cum. Jon had a pee fetish. He loved everything about women peeing- desperation, relief, wetting, golden showers. Jessie had always urged him to be upfront with his desires, but he considered this secret to be too crude and dirty to reveal to anyone else. He had imagined his hot brunette girlfriend peeing on him many times, but she was actually quite reserved about toilet-related matters. She always closed the door when she peed and had even asked him to do the same when he had tried leaving it ajar to test the waters. He had never seen her desperate for the toilet, always taking caution to pee whenever possible and limiting fluid intake away from home. Jon just knew that this wasn't something he should share with her. Jon satisfied his interests by viewing online pee content secretly while Jessie was away. The temptation to masturbate was always almost too strong but he made sure to resist it and wait for her to come home and satisfy him. He made sure to clear his internet history well before she arrived home. One weekend, while Jessie was away shopping with her friends, Jon was up to his usual sinful activity. He had been watching omorashi films for a full hour with a raging hard-on, wishing he could orgasm to his favorite content just once for old time's sake. Jessie had just texted that she would be heading back home in twenty minutes. Suddenly, the power went out and the desktop computer screen went black. In horror, Jon came to realization at what had just happened. Jessie was on her way home and the computer had just shut down with his full surfing history intact! Frantically, he pushed the power button, knowing it was a lost cause. He called the power company to report the outage, hoping for a quick fix, but they said it would be at least an hour if not longer. Jon cleaned up as much as possible and prepared himself to act natural when Jessie got home. He knew that she was always horny when she got home from shopping, which usually worked well with his porn viewing habits. True to form, she dropped her bags at the door and started a hot strip dance for her man as she walked in. In no time, they were in bed together embraced in a cuddle after thirty minutes of amazing sex. Jon was fighting the urge to fall asleep as Jessie got up to pee. The last thing he wanted was to have the power come on and Jessie getting to the computer before he did. Upon exiting the washroom, she offered to make them a salad for dinner since there were not many other options with the power outage. Unfortunately for Jon, the power come back on a few minutes later while she was in the kitchen (which faced the living room with the computer) and he still in bed. He rushed out to get to the computer, but the damage was done. The screen had lit up to reveal a photo of a topless woman peeing on a man through her panties. Motionless and in shock, Jessie looked at the monitor. She frowned visibly and approached the computer, flicking through tabs of Jon's pee fetish material, unable to believe her eyes. After two minutes, she finally looked up to face her boyfriend in a mixture of anger, disappointment, and confusion. Jon didn't know what to say- the relationship was surely over. He stood frozen on the spot burning red with humiliation over what she had discovered. Jessie finally spoke. "No sex for two weeks." Jon tried to stammer an apology or explanation; he really didn't know which; but Jessie was having none of it. She just wordlessly set his bowl of salad on the table and they sat dinner in cold silence. Two days later, Jon was already horny beyond grief. He really didn't know how he was going to last a whole two weeks without sex of any kind. The good news was that Jessie had seemed to have returned to normal. Other than the absence of sex, they were talking again. However, neither of them had brought up the topic of what had been on the computer. That morning, Jon woke up to the sight of naked Jessie lying awake next to him. His morning wood instantly got harder as she went to the washroom to pee audibly with the door open. She was torturing him! The experience excited poor Jon the entire workday. It had been such a thrill to hear her morning pee! That evening, Jessie brought home a bottle of white wine to enjoy with dinner. They had two glasses each and were cuddling on the sofa when she announced that she needed to pee. She got up and started to walk away before turning back and inviting him to watch her. Jon was instantly rock hard and hurriedly followed her. She lowered her lounge pants and panties to pee a solid stream into the toilet. Jon instinctively reached to touch her wetting pussy, but she quickly pushed his had away, reminding him that he wasn't allowed to touch her for another ten days. She wiped and finished, "accidentally" brushing her boyfriend's erect manhood as she got up. "I guess you can pee now," she giggled as she left the washroom. Jon grabbed his penis and helplessly waited for his erection to subside so he could add to her waters in the toilet. He finally rejoined her on the couch ten minutes later. The next day was even more torturous. Jessie shared her morning pee fully this time, standing naked in the shower with spread legs as Jon watched. He ended up being late for work, unable to contain his massive boner. The need to cum was getting unbearable for him, especially with his girlfriend's progressively crueler punishments. Focusing at work was almost impossible, as visions of Jessie peeing dominated his thoughts. Furthermore, having blue balls all the time was a painful experience. That evening, he arrived home to discover Jessie had taken half the workday off. Four empty cans of beer were set on the dining table. In the kitchen, Jessie was wearing an apron with skin tight jeans underneath, revealing her perfect ass. She was doing an epic pee dance as she prepared a delicious home-cooked dinner. Jon could immediately see that she was hopelessly desperate for the toilet. She invited him to help her cook and Jon got a first-hand look at her drunk crotch grabbing, as she struggled not to wet herself. She giggled constantly as she gave her on-looking partner seductive glances, knowing the sight was driving him absolutely mad. She felt quite horny herself. Having a full bladder was actually quite the pleasurable sensation. Jessie felt herself squirt. She just managed to regain control long enough to turn around to reveal her backside to Jon. He saw the wet spot on her ass and almost came in his pants. Jessie sighed with relief as she flooded her jeans, instantly forming a growing puddle on the kitchen floor. "Grab my ass!" she blurted as the relief of finally letting go swept over her. She was too drunk and horny to keep her promise of a sexless two weeks any longer. Feeling his hand gripping her wet ass almost made her climax right there. She desperately undid her jeans as she finished peeing, turning around to let him touch her through her soaked panties. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted this?" She gasped, as powerful sexual excitement built up inside her. "You know I love you! You know I'd satisfy all your desires! You should have told me!" The orgasm overcame her and she lowered to her knees in sharp gasps and loud shrieks. Sitting in a massive wet puddle, she undid Jon's pants and guided his erect manhood into her mouth. She felt him tremble from the familiar sensation of her lips enveloping his most sensitive region. In a few minutes, her mouth was filled with his cum, which served as a happy prequel to dinner. That night, Jessie fit a new mattress protector on their bed and had plenty of wine to drink before bed so she could wake up her man with a golden shower the next day.
  2. I posted a story the other day about the girl dressed as Wally and was asked where my story about the Sailor girl had gone. This story was originally posted in my Sightings thread which has been removed so I will post the story here in its own topic..... The Desperate Sailor Girl We had been invited to a 21st birthday party of one of Matty's schoolfriends and although we werent particularly bothered about going we decided it would be rude not to at least show our faces. So a few of us went up to the party. After about an hour and half our group decided to leave and go to the club in the town and we set off down. Upon arrival it was full of people in fancy dress as it was the weekend before Haloween. We had been there a while, during which time I was just sat checking out all the sexy ladies in their costumes, when my friend said “whoa” and I looked round and coming down the stairs into the club was a girl dressed in a sailor girl outfit and boy did she look sexy. I couldnt help but stare at her, she was a perfect mix of cute, beautiful and sexy. Her long blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders coupled with her cute little smile made her look beautiful. Then she started walking down towards the bar and suddenly I wasn't looking at her “beauty” anymore. She had a little short skirt on as part of her costume and her legs looked amazing. I was just sitting there with my jaw nearly hitting the floor. As I was watching her she started walking over towards us, I thought she was heading to the group of people sat behind us but then she walked up to our table and hugged Matty. She then hugged Matty's best mate and had to lean over me to reach him and as she did her skirt rode up and I had a clear view of her white knickers and her bum up her skirt. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She was talking to Matty but I didnt know what she was saying I was too busy paying attention to her, the sexy little sailor girl. She went off to the bar and I asked who she was and it turned out she was an old family friend of Matty's. As the night progressed she came and sat with us and said she had been out with a group of people but they had gone into the city and she didnt want to go with them. She spent the evening with us and I spent most of the night dancing with her, her sexy little bum wiggle on the dancefloor making me very horny indeed. It was getting near to the club closing and we decided to leave. Me and Matty went and stood outside and waited for the others to come out. As we were stood waiting there was a girl sat on one of the windowledges talking to her friend. I noticed she was tapping her foot and shaking her legs a little and obvioulsy being of omo tendancys my immediate thought was that she might need to pee, but after watching her for a couple of minutes I decided she might just be cold. However I was wrong, she crossed her legs and began bobbing them, I knew then she must need to pee and my suspicions were realised when she said “i wish the taxi would hurry up, im cold and I need a wee”. Her friend then suggested she go use the toilet inside but she said “no im alright, I dont want to miss the taxi, anyway they probably wont let me back in now”. She stood up and crossed her legs and began bobbing slightly. As I watched her her bobbing got more vigorous and she then said “come on taxi, I want to get home, I really need a wee” and upon saying this she put her hand on her crotch. A few minutes passed and she was doing a little pee dance on the spot and then her taxi arrived. Now I would have loved to have gotten into that taxi with her and seen what happened on their journey home. As they drove off I couldnt help but imagine her sat in the back of the taxi slowly getting more desperate until the point she started leaking then getting out at her house and frantically trying to open her door as she tried to keep her knickers dry. I thought that was the only sighting I would get that night....oh how wrong I was :p. I was brought out of my trance by the sound of someone saying my name. I looked round and saw Danni (sailor girl) stood behind us with one of her friends. She asked me if I had a lighter and both me and matty said no. She went off and found someone with a lighter and came back to her friend. Now I dont smoke myself and normally smoking is just smoking but for some reason when she did it it looked sexy, like something out of a magazine. She was stood there as a sailor girl with her cig just hanging in the corner of her mouth and each time she took a puff and blew the smoke out it was entrancing...probably not to everyone else, but to me it certainly did. She then said something which enticed my attention.... “typical, why is it everytime you come out for a fag, as soon as you light it you end up needing a wee”. “i know what ya mean” said her friend. Danni - “its true though, like now, I needed to wee a little and was going to go after my fag, but as soon as I light it im suddenly desperate”. It was then I noticed she had crossed her legs and was wiggling slightly. After every puff she took she made little gasping noises and squeezed her thighs together. Then she suddenly said “its no good, I need a wee, here do you want this” and offered her cig to her friend. When her friend denied it she offered it to me and Matty and we both said we didnt smoke. “fat lot of good you two are, Ill have to finish it then”. She continued smoking her cig and all the while kept up her wiggling and thigh squeezing. I was just watching her with lots of dirty thoughts running through my mind. She finally finished it and then went inside and I thought the fun was over, until about 30 seconds later when she came back out. She walked up to us and her friend said “that was quick”.... “i didnt go in, the bouncer wouldn't let me back in as he said they are closing, and I tried to convince him I was just going to the toilet and he said he hears that all the time, which is fair enough”. Her friend then rang a taxi for them and when she got off the phone she said it would be about 10 minutes. Danni didnt particularly like that news but had no choice but to wait. As we were stood waiting she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and bobbing and wiggling about. After 5 mins of this she said “im gonna have to go find somewhere to have a wee, im getting really desperate, im gonna go round to the canal under the bridge”. This turned me on so much, the knowledge that she was that desperate she was considering a place to pee. “come with me” she said to her friend “i dont want to go on my own....I dont want to go at all but I need to wee”. Matty then turned to her and said “if you want to use the toilet in the Ship you can do”. “will it be open at this time” she said. “it will be when I open it” he said, holding up the keys. “are you allowed to open it at this time” she asked. “course I am, I own the place” he replied, laughing. “us lot are going round there now to continue the party so your more than welcome to come and use the loo if you want”. “aww thanks Matt, you're a life saver” “come on then” he said and began walking away. “can we wait until her taxi comes, I dont want to leave her on her own” said Danni, pointing to her friend. So we waited for the taxi, all the while Danni was stood pee dancing urging the taxi to come. About 5 minutes later it arrived and her friend got in and left. She then turned to us and said “ok lets go”. We set off along the road, our pub is like a 5 minute walk through the town centre so it wasnt too far away. As we were walking along she kept stopping to cross her legs and bend forward. She did this a few times and then she began doing the same motion but with her hand in her crotch. We asked her if she was ok and her reply was “yep, ill be just fine once ive had a wee”. We reached the front door and stood waiting for her to catch up, what with all the stops she was making she had fallen behind. She finally caught up and looked at Matty. “come on then open the door”... “oh, where not going in this door, we were just waiting for you to catch up” said matty “we are going in the back door, come on”. We carried on round the corner towards the the back of the buliding and she followed behind us making lots of “oooh and aaaah noises” which were turning me on like mad. We reached the back gate and Matty got his keys out and began unlocking the padlock. As he was doing so she stood on the spot hopping from foot to foot, moaing in desperation, I wanted to moan as well, but for other reasons. He opened the gate and we walked in, closing the gate behind us, she slowly waddled into the yard and continued her hopping motion. As Matty was opening the door she let out a little squeal and I watched as a little droplet of pee began snaking its way down the inside of her leg. Another little squeal signalled the start of another droplet making its way down her thighs. I watched them snake their way down all the way to her foot. It was sexy as hell. Then suddenly she gasped and I heard a hiss and a little splash hit the floor underneath her. I asked if she was ok and she replied “its starting to come out, as we were walking on here everytime I stopped it was because some had leaked out and I had to stop to keep me from wetting myself”. This knowledge sent shivers down my spine, I could only imagine how wet her knickers must have been, and here she was now leaking and spurting like mad. Matty opened the door and he pointed her in. She walked forward and as she did another spurt occurred and shot out from under her skirt onto the floor below, I then follwed numerous droplets that were running down her legs. She jammed her hand into her crotch and walked again, with each step she took more and more drops ran down her legs and all I could do was watch in awe. She suddenly stopped and matty asked what was wrong. “i dont want to go in cos ill end up getting pee on your floor” “dont worry about that, its a stone floor, it can be mopped, just get in there”. I had to admire Mattys composure, he was obviously getting as turned on as I was by what was happening but he was being so cool about it all. “if you're sure” she said and kicked off her shoes, now its no secret I love feet and seeing hers covered in drops of pee was incredible. She then took a few more steps towards the door and with each step spurts of pee were escaping from under her skirt. She then stopped and before Matty could even say anything there was a loud hiss and a stream of pee came shooting out from under her skirt. Splashing all over her feet making a little puddle underneath her, which soon became a big puddle. I was in a state of trance, there was an insanely beautiful girl having a full wetting accident in front of me whilst dressed as a naughty sailor girl. After what seemed like forever the stream stopped and the last few remaining drops snaked down her legs. This is probably my favourite part of seeing people wet themselves, is the fact that when its over they have the best reaction to it....she looked like she was about to burst into tears out of embarassment and humiliation but she just looked at me, then to Matty and started laughing and said “i needed that”. I was just stood staring at her getting insanely horny and still Matty was just stood there looking as chill as ever, I was starting to think he wasnt even turned on by what just happened. We all went inside and Danni went off to the toilets to clean herself off. As soon as she was out of earshot I turned to Matty and said “are you alright”. “yeah why” “you just seem too cool about what just happened, like you werent even into seeing people wet themselves”. “oh I was into it” he said and lifted his shirt up and I noticed a rather noticable bulge. I just giggled and lifted my skirt to show him my knickers which were wet with juice. Danni came out of the toilets and Matty asked if she wanted a taxi or she could stay for a while. She chose to stay and then walked over to him and asked if he could put these somewhere to dry. I looked at what she had given him and it was her knickers. He said he would out them on the boiler and went behind the bar, I followed and took the knickers off him and like the naughty girl I am sniffed them, god they smelt orgasmic, I wish I could have bottled that smell :p. we then went and sat back down and got her a drink and she suddenly blushed bright red. When I asked her what was wrong she turned to me and said “its a bit embarassing to ask but erm....i took my knickers off to dry them off right.... I looked at her completley oblivious to what she was getting at, then it clicked, I hadn't realised before, but if she had given Matty her knickers that meant she was wearing nothing under her skirt. ….. “so I was wondering if you had anything I could borrow until they dry, its just this skirt is rather short and...well you know im au natural under there at the moment”. Matty went upstairs and came back down with some spare boxers of his. She took them and said “ooooo superman boxers” and slowly slid them on and said “i feel better now im not on display”. She lifted up her skirt to show off her new style. Now most girls seeing another girl wearing their boyfriend's boxers feel jealous or annoyed but all I could think was “ive wee'd in them boxers a few times” :p. We spent the rest of the night drinking and chatting and when she went to go home she retrieved her now dry knickers, put them on and gave Matty his boxers back, I took them off him and said I would go put them in the wash. As I was walking upstairs I realised where the boxers had been and couldnt help but have a good sniff of them....mmmm what a smell it was :p FIN I hope y'all enjoyed the tale of the desperate sailor, I will be back soon with more stories :)
  3. File Name: JAV See-thru One-piece Wetting File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 09 Sep 2014 File Category: Swimsuit Wetting The wetting from JAV CETD-194 This woman comes across as an amateur and is being driven around in a see-thru one-piece kind of negligee. She has to pee and her JAV controller talks her into squatting on a driveway. After all the talk of see-thru one-pieces it's not as flashy as it sounds, and see-thru doesn't extend to the crotch, which is unpixelated. But an atmospheric clip, with thunder rumbling overhead and sighs of relief. WARNING: some BREASTS, but really only glimpses. Click here to download this file
  4. File Name: JAV Benchtop Shame Wetting File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 09 Sep 2014 File Category: Panty Wetting The wetting from VEC-117 A sinister JAV weirdo makes a girl in a dress, panties and pantyhose climb onto a bedroom sideboard and squat. After she pees herself he torments her with the smell of her pantyhose. She ain't pleased with any of it. Picture quality is good enough. Click here to download this file
  5. some great stories on here, definitely worth checking out! members.easyshag.com/femaledesperation/stories.html there are also a few video links on this website I believe :)
  6. File Name: HONE-166 JAV Supermarket wetting File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 16 May 2014 File Category: Panty Wetting The sole wetting scene extracted from JAV HONE-166 Actress Ryoko Murakami is shopping in a supermarket and becomes desperate, finds the store bathroom locked, and wets herself in pantyhose and panties. Badly acted and featuring a strange little guy who eventually wipes the pee from her pantyhose. More like a comedy. Like other JAVS the rest of this film is just humping, oral sex and nude masturbation. The cover of the DVD shows better wetting pics than appear in the movie, this is the only actual wetting. For anyone beginning to follow the storyline, the little dude comes home with her after this scene and has sex a few times. There's one more desperation scene at her place, equally badly acted, where she finds her own bathroom locked (?!) and the guy fetches a bowl for her to pee in. A strange film, but wet is wet. Click here to download this file
  7. File Name: MXGS-628 JAV remote-control wetting File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 16 May 2014 File Category: Panty Wetting The sole wetting scene extracted from JAV MXGS-628. Actress Ayase Narumi is dressed as a schoolgirl and given a vibrator-ball to install in her undies. Then she walks the streets while her chaperone zaps her by remote control. She has to pee, not crazy desperate like your classic omo movies, but realistically and candidly. And at a certain point she ducks into a building entrance and shyly wets herself. It even takes the cameraman by surprise. A cute wetting scene with a beautiful girl. Like many of these JAVS it's only an omo oasis in an otherwise hardcore film. And honestly, for anyone interested in the whole movie, it is just joyless humping and gang-bang, and none of it connected with her wetting scene; it's really as if this scene belongs to a different movie. Plus the sex action is weird and unsexy, for example in the opening scene she sits on a sofa and a naked middle-aged guy bursts through a fake wall and 'rapes' her: but she just lies there bemused, she could be reading a book for how excited it gets her. Just whimsical and weird. So IMHO this scene is far sweeter without the rest of the movie around it. Anyway in this form we can enjoy it here. I'm noticing a certain trend in otherwise explicit hardcore JAVS to just include one wet scene like this. I'll keep an eye out for more. Click here to download this file
  8. Hello everyone! I just recently joined the site, and I'm stunned by the amount of specific personal stories studded all over the place. I like to write desperation stories and accounts, but I've admittedly never finished one... until now. This is my first story, something which I had created a long while ago on another site that has since cracked down on this topic of writing; the material is partially real and partially fiction. It's also a lengthy one, so I don't really know how long this will be when posted. The beginning's a lot of buildup of the plot; if you want to skip to "the good stuff," scroll down to the second asterisk line. It builds slowly to the climax, but I think it came out pretty well. Enjoy! ***************************************************** The sweat dripped down my forehead as I penciled in the answer bubble on my exam sheet. I took a moment to wipe my face and glance up toward the front of the room at the thermometer attached to the board. The mercury said ninety, but I knew it was wrong; it had to be much hotter than that. I groaned on the inside, wishing for even a faint breath of wind to find its way from the open window to my seat. The only thing coming through that window was the incessant twitter of songbirds and a low buzzing of a lawnmower several blocks away. Accepting my circumstances, I refocused on the exam before me. The test was a standardized, statewide assessment given to every highschooler, even to the seniors like me who, with only a few weeks of school left, had nearly quit trying completely. While the grade didn't count to our overall GPA, it did affect whether we graduated or not; that was the only reason we studied for this thing in the first place. The procedures were very strict; nothing was allowed in the testing rooms at all, no getting up from our seats with tests out, and a teacher had to be in the room at all times. The testing block was supposed to be three hours long, but the test guidelines assured us we had as much time as we needed to finish. There was no way in Hell I was going to fail this test and repeat senior year, so took my sweet time in doing it right the first time. A faint noise caught my ear, a rustling or rubbing sound I couldn't identify. I performed a quick scan around me to find out where it was coming from, and eventually pinpointed it to the exam proctor, who I'll call Ms. L. She was a beautiful woman in her late 20's I'd say, with whom I had the pleasure of spending the last semester in Economics. She was slim, sexy, and smart, and that day she was wearing a blouse, skirt, and pantyhose; the rustling was due to her rubbing her legs together producing the noise. She was sitting at the teacher's desk, a location of which I had a clear view from my own desk. She seemed to be restless, fidgeting slightly every once in a while and continuing to methodically rub her thighs together up and down, each of her high heels clicking as they touched the floor. Now by this point I had already connected the idea of female desperation to my fetish and special interest; I'd already seen several instances of genuine desperation in public and private, even one incident in particular which was - ahem - "dripping" with excitement (that's a different story). But perhaps due to the stressful nature of the exam before me, I simply didn't put two and two together, instead concluding that Ms. L was most likely anxious to escape the blistering heat of the classroom as much as we were. Still, the movements she was making were noticeably sexy, as her tan pantyhose and black skirt along with her white blouse resembled the business attire of a secretary more than a teacher's. I returned to my work before I let the mood overcome and distract me. A little while passed and the announcement from Ms. L told us we had half an hour left of official allotted time. At that point I started to worry, seeing as I was only three-quarters of the way through and still had a sizable amount questions left. Ms. L stood up from her desk, smoothing out her skirt as she observed the room. From my seat she appeared to be stepping from one foot to another in a way that hinted she was trying to suppress her movement. I was trying to concentrate on the test, I really was, but the situation was starting to perk my interest extensively. She paced around the room, observing our work it seemed to gauge how far along we were. One student a few rows away raised his hand with a question, and Ms. L walked over to him. She bent lower to hear the whispered question, but it was the way in which she performed this simple maneuver which finally alerted me to the predicament she was facing; instead of bending over at the waist as most teachers usually do, she bent almost entirely at the knees, signaling she was dealing with a filling bladder region. For a brief moment I blanked, not believing the woman who was the eye-candy of our economics class and state exam was trying her hardest not to reveal how badly she needed to pee in front of 20 or so Seniors. I had teachers in the past who would call in an aide or substitute if they really needed to go during a slow class period, but apparently this kind of test demanded all the staff they could get, so no one was available to take over for poor Ms. L. All of her motions were now crystal-clear to me: the way she wiggled her legs when standing still, followed by rubbing the front of her skirt and discreetly placing her hands over her noticeably rounder bladder region. At one point while helping another student, she bounced her bum a few times before quickly sitting down with her legs crossed in the desk behind the girl. I was hoping to see a wet desk when she stood up, but it was clean. I heard a rumble in the hallway as a teacher wheeled in a cart with Dixie cups of water to keep us hydrated during the testing block; we'd already received this opportunity about three time in the last hour, and not wanting to become dehydrated in the heat I took up the offer each time. I wasn't affected in terms of my own bladder, but Ms. L certainly didn't seem thrilled about pouring water into twenty little cups and passing them out in her state. With all these distractions, I was only able to finish about 15 questions before the time ended. Ms. L seemed to quietly breathe a sigh of relief as she announced "Pencils down please." I knew I needed quite a bit more time, as did about five other students. My anxious teacher walked around to collect the completed tests, shuffling in such a way as not to disturb her bladder. At first, I feverishly continued my work as not to prolong this test any longer than it needed to be. I assumed Ms. L would be replaced with a sub or someone else so she can relieve herself, thus making the exam uneventful once more. However, our principal was walking through the rooms where students were still taking the tests, and Ms. L somehow curtailed her holding techniques long enough to talk with him. I couldn't hear what they said, but at one point she seemed to whisper something even quieter than the rest of their conversation, to which our principal responded with a seemingly sympathetic head shake indicating "no." After announcing to us we had all the time we needed, he proceeded to leave; immediately Ms. L softly moaned and placed one hand on her bladder, the other on her skirt over her thighs. For a brief moment her eyes met mine; she blushed and returned to her desk quietly. ***************************************************** About half an hour passed by. By then I was almost finished with my last essay, and the only other student still taking the test in my room looked as if she was checking over her answers. Ms. L was continuing her feverish pee-dance seated in her desk chair, hands on her bladder and frequently wandering downward to her crotch; rocking back and forth, her face looked flushed and tired from her efforts. The other student got up to hand in her exam just as I finished my writing. She placed the papers on the pile at the front of the room and left, giving me a look as she left hinting that she knew Ms. L's situation too. The room was now dead silent apart from the constant birds chirping outside and the rhythmic squeaking of my teacher's chair as she squirmed around on it. Ms. L glanced over at me in a longing, hopeful sort of way, then realized I wasn't finished and went back to her desperation. I knew I had checked over my answers as I went through the test, so that I was completely sure of each answer I wrote down in the assessment. I could have handed in the test right then and there and still have full confidence I had the right answers. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. But I couldn't shake the consistent urgings of my mind telling me to delay my desperate teacher. I knew damn well this might be the last time I time I took a test like that; it might be the last time I could see any teacher, nevermind a hot one like Ms. L, who was genuinely about to burst. My devilish side one out, and as if on cue, she hesitatingly asked me whether I was done yet. I told her I was going to just check over my test until the end of the day (at this point there was only half an hour left of the school day anyway). Her eyes widened in shock, but her voice replied with a strained acceptance. I returned my eyes to my paper to "review my answers" while at the same time using my peripheral vision to witness the hot desperation show across the room. I decided to get a better vantage point, asking her if I could sit closer to the window (and consequently her desk) in order to catch some of the breeze. She consented, and I brought my materials over to the desk closest to her's to resume my review. From there I could note every movement of her legs and hands as she moved about while still appearing to be engrossed in my test. After a few more minutes she stood up and started to prance around next to her desk while cupping her bladder and twisting her legs around each other. The clicking of her high heels on the tile flooring was only adding to the intensity of the situation. Moving from her desk to the board and back, her path seemed to be dictated by her bladder; indeed, every move she made seemed to be devoted entirely to staying dry. I looked up at her as she glanced over at me, our eyes meeting once again. Only this time, I didn't break the gaze; she blushed a deep pink, but seemed to be beyond caring at that point. She moaned aloud and said, "I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing. It's just been such a long testing period, and I had quite a lot of water today since I last had a break. I could really use a relief but all the staff's booked." My response should have been sympathy and end there. Instead, under the unbelievably sexy circumstances I was in, I blurted out, "I know, I can tell." I waited for the reprimand, but surprisingly she smiled a sweet smile and whispered in mock surprise, "Oh wow, how could you tell?", then laughed. I joined in before she gripped her bladder and groaned, "Oh dear, I can't laugh, I can't, or I'll have an acci-..." Her eyes widened; I could tell she had her own slip of the tongue. I decided not to push it any further and went back to my test. ***************************************************** With five minutes left before the final bell, the situation had reached its crescendo. I pretended to feverishly correct an "error" in my essay as Ms. L performed the Broadway production of "Gotta Pee" right in front of my desk. Her pantyhose-clad legs, which appeared silky that close up, were entwined in ways I couldn't fathom; her hands were pressed into her skirt between her legs, and when she turned into a profile position her bulging bladder appeared squashed by her skirt. She was frantic, but I wanted to see this through. As she paced, her moaning was like musical symphonies, coordinated with each time she would lean on the desk and bend one foot into the air at the knee and do the same with the other foot a few seconds later. She would then tap her heels in that beautiful clicking movement before finally resuming her pretzel-leg actions. With about 2 minutes to go, she walked (more like waddled) over to me and asked for my paper. I feigned stress as I handed it over, and she slammed them down on her desk while simultaneously motioning with her hand for me to leave. When I didn't move, she asked me in a strained voice why I was still there. I explained that students weren't allowed to leave the room without a pass (which was true), and that if she wanted to write me one I could leave. With both her hands wedged between her legs, it took her a few seconds to actually decide whether it was worth it. Eventually she agreed, and grabbed the sticky-note pad from her desk and fumbled around for a pen. When she couldn't find one, she gave me a pleading look which compelled me to offer her mine. She scrawled a hasty pass and an even sloppier signature which was nothing more than a squiggle. In my last act of torture, I explained that teachers wouldn't admit students through the hall unless the signature of the teacher was legible (also true). Almost shaking in desperation, she corrected it and handed the note to me. In one swift motion, she collapsed into her chair and crossed her legs so tightly I could see through her pantyhose, and hands pressed into the crotch of her skirt, gripping for dear life. "Thanks Ms. L, have a good one," I managed to blurt out as I headed for the door, defeated in seeing an accident. She managed a half-hearted "you too" with her head down, then suddenly looked back at me and whispered quietly, "Before you go, could you please bring me over that trashcan by the door? I have some...um, uh... garbage I want to throw out." I swallowed hard, knowing the true reason why she wanted it. I slowly grabbed the bin as she frantically rubbed her crotch, bringing it over to her desk. She quickly placed it under her desk, offering a meek smile showing thanks as she grabbed the sides of her skirt. I turned toward the door as I saw her carefully begin to inch her skirt up her thighs. I left the room and was about to close the door behind me (the doors at our school automatically lock shut from the inside), when I instinctively went back in for one last glimpse. Even today I am so glad for that decision; I reentered to see Ms. L with her jet-black skirt hiked up around her waist, exposing her panties and pantyhose which were still on completely. Her legs were spread; with one hand she was holding the bucket underneath her crotch, the other holding the desk for support. She looked up in surprise just as a stream of golden pee poured through her panties and pantyhose into the bucket with a hiss and splash. Both of us shouted at each other at the same time; "I just needed to grab my pen!" I cried as she yelled "Look away!" I looked away of course, and the rest of it is just noise in my memories. The splatter went on and on and coincided with breathy moans and gasps from my teacher as her monstrous bladder emptied itself behind me. I offered a hasty apology as I left the room; as I pulled the door shut with a click, I heard the last few drops of pee hitting the golden lake at the bottom of the trash bin. I walked back to my locker in a dreamy state. I don't know what Ms. L did with her bucket of pee after that. I don't know what she did with her soaked panties either. But as I remember that day ever since, I always like to believe that my teacher enjoyed her desperation as much as her student enjoyed watching it. ***************************************************** Again, this is my first ever desperation story. I'm therefore extremely new to all this in terms of writing, so let me know how I can improve upon this little experiment in fiction -- or even suggest some topics you would like me to dream up next... thanks!
  9. Just grabbed this one from the WetSet board. (May or may not be staged) Despicable_Black_Licorice.mp4
  10. File Name: Jeans Wetting from JAV SMA-142 File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 02 Jun 2014 File Category: Female Pants Wetting The only wetting sequence in JAV SMA-142: a Japanese girl is told to pee herself on a roof terrace and is then made to walk the streets of Tokyo for a little while in wet jeans. No desperation involved, she just follows instructions (but pees a good quantity.) The rest of the JAV involves the same girl in a variety of scenes being told to do daring things. They include having sex with a guy in a sex shop while people watch, masturbating with a vibrator in a sex shop, exposing her breasts in public and wandering naked at night. Hence the whole film can't be uploaded here. Thankfully this one little scene is self-contained, uncut and high quality. Click here to download this file
  11. File Name: Two Quick JAV Lesbian Schoolgirl Wettings File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 17 Aug 2014 File Category: Panty Wetting Two quickies from JAV AP-133 There's a whole storyline around these little scenes, where the lady sets up the girls and initiates them into lesbian sex - but the wettings are so small that I've just cut them out by themselves. For lovers of damp cotton panties, and the second one for lovers of yellow pee. WARNING: in both cases the wettings are caused by fondling the girls' nipples, so there are visible BREASTS - but not in a distasteful way. Picture quality is just fine. Click here to download this file
  12. This story was originally going to be a big epic. Wonderful characters, great storyline and an epic conclusion. Then I got high and thought "Fuck it. I do what I want". Instead of this being a rushed or half finished series, it's going to be one that I just add to whenever I feel like. It'll likely never end or it'll end suddenly. Whenever I get sick of it. It'll end. Don't be expecting a masterful plot or a spectacular read. This is just going to be a variety of strange shorts mostly filled with wetting...but also alot of comedy. Prepare yourself to enter the deluded world...of Tyler Durdan. Prologue "Well. This is boring." These words echoed throughout Heaven. All the angels and citizens of this higher dimension's ears peaked up at the sound of the lord almighty speaking. A single angel made his way towards his golden throne. "What was that, my lord?" "I'm bored as tits. Floods, earthquakes and shit are boring now. I need something new to do." The angel quickly grew concerned. Last time this happened he made Hitler. He had to think of something quickly before God made himself a new dictator. He looked around the golden throne and its surrounding bright cloud area. It stretched on for miles, touching the sun. It was beautiful. It was dreamlike. It was fucking dull. "You think I should do another big flood?....maybe an ice age. Ain't done that in a while." The angel's eyes scanned the horizon. He needed something and now. "Let us do something!" The angel screamed out. "Eh?" "Yes! Erm...if you do something then it won't be a surprise....but if me and the others do it....then you can try guess whats happening?" The angel's legs trembled. That was a stupid suggestion. So stupid it might work....and it actually did. Who knew? Hours later, the angels, male and female(Equal rights movement happened in heaven the preceding year) gathered in the meeting hall. The lead angel rose above the others. "Brothers and sisters. I have a plan. I'm sure you've all heard of God's boredom. With Jesus in Argentina again he's got no one to mess with. Its up to us to do something. My plan is that we find the stupidest, douchiest, moronic,-" "GET ON WITH IT, TWINKLE TOES!" Came a voice from the back of the crowd. "Yes...thank you, Brother Gandhi. We're going to give a power to a human and let God watch him fuck up. Now. Maya and Mia, and throwing you to down to earth." "WHAT? C'MON! THE LAST PERSON THEY SENT DOWN THERE GOT CRUCIFIED!" Maya screamed out. "But he did get a cult or two" Mia reassured her sister. Mia and Maya were identical with the only way that you'd be able to tell these two blonde haired beauties apart is a golden name tag stapled to their heads. "Look. Its either this or mass genocide. Just go find someone okay?" The lead angel has quickly grown tired of this shit. He was hungover and frankly, he just wanted to go down to hell for a strip poker game. Hopefully that little shit Stalin wouldn't cheat again. "Okay brother, we'll go down tomorrow-" Mia had almost finished her sentence when suddenly the cloud opened up and dropped them down to earth. This was going to be a long day. Chapter 1 Gotta have Faith The angels descended from the heavens and dropped towards the earth. Most astronomers will believe they are two comets passing by, some will think they are UFO's, most won't actually care because only nerds and weirdos give two messes about astronomy. As the two beautiful servants of God glided down to a small town in England, Tyler Durdan was in the shower. Tyler Durdan was singing George Michael in the shower. Tyler Durdan wouldn't want you to know this. "The fuck was that?" A head suddenly shot out from behind the shower curtain. He looked to the left and to the right, trying to find the source of his intrusion. His eyes searched the room before settling right above him...wait. He's looking directly at me. Can he see me? "Who the fuck are you?" He stepped out of the shower but left it on, wasting water. "Get down here you nonce." "You can't see me. I'm The Narrator!" "I can't see you, but I can bloody well hear you. Shut it. I'm trying to shower" With this he stepped back into the shower. The angels had seen the whole thing and they had found their idiot. Tyler didn't know what was coming. His life wo- "I know whats coming because you just fucking told me!" He yelled as he drew back the shower curtain. Maya and Mia were stood directly infront of him. He looked at these two curvy, blonde angels with their long smooth legs and white dresses. "Bit of a perv, aren't ye?" He said to nobody. Because he can't see me. "I get it, I get it...you two are pervs too." "We are angels of the lord! You Tyler Durdan have been selected to- "Tell me after my shower." He quickly close the curtain and went back to singing Faith. Chapter 2 More plot "So you're gonna grant me three wishes...shit, didn't I use this plot before?" "Excuse me?" "Nothin'" The three were sat in the living room, sharing some toast and drinks. The two angels huddled together on the couch, surprised at the man's lack of caring. Tyler sat wearing wearing some jeans, and his legs wide open. "We've been given permission by the Lord Almighty- "You mean Kirito? Because he's got alot of power but- "TO GIVE YOU THREE WISHES OF YOUR CHOICE" Maya was getting annoyed. They truely had found a douche, as was their intention, but they hadn't expected him to be this big of one! It was infuriating. "Okay. I'm picking now, right?" "Yes." "Wish one. Unlimited weed." "Seriously?" Mia questioned as she raised an eyebrow..she looks so cute when she does that. "I'm gonna be the Walter White of weed. Minus the cancer...and baldness." "Next?" "Wish two. I can make anyone piss themselves just by saying it." Said Tyler with a smug grin...wait, what? Oh my god he's a pervert. "Look who's talking, Narrator" "Granted." Maya looked at her sister in confusion. Mia just shrugged. There was weirder wishes he could've made. "Wish three, you two gotta stick around" "....Fuck." Mia said as she slammed her her onto the table. "Why would you do this?" "Because two beautiful blonde girls in my home is a powerfult asset." He said with a cocky grin. Infact lets upgrade that to a shit eating grin. He then looked the girls up and down. "I wanna test these powers." "Alright, are you going to call a friend over?" Mia asked as she laid out on the couch. She decided she may as well get comfortable if this was to be her new home. Maya had stood up and was now looking around at the walls. Pictures of various men, shirtless and otherwise were plastered on them. She bit her lip as- "Look, can you do something about this narrator?...Like transfer the power to one of you two?" Tyler said, thought it was futile. You can't get rid of me. I'm god in this realm! MIA I quickly granted Tyler's wish. This narrator was given me a migraine too, despite this he was still not the biggest problem here. Being a prisoner in this home was going to be a test of dedication to my lord. For he has given me this task in order to test my and my sister's faith in him. "Piss yourself" I suddenly felt my bladder give way and urine began to spray out onto the couch where I was sat. It pooled around my bottom and dripped back into the couch after it soaked through my dress. It began to flow off of the front of the couch and pooled at my feet. My cheeks instantly went bright red and my sister turned to look at me. She began to giggle quickly. The giggle grew to belly aching laughter. I looked to Tyler. "Why'd you do that?!" "I wanted to know if it'd work. And it did...you want me to even it out?" I nodded quickly. Ignoring my anger for him and aiming it at my sister we both turned to her as she laid on the floor laughing. "Hey outta curiosity, do angels wear underwear, lass?" I replied that they didn't. "Aight. What's your sisters, name?" "Maya. I'm Mia." "Hi Mia. Your sisters about to piss her dress. Maya, piss yourself." Maya stopped laughing and looked him dead in the face, with wide eyes. From this angle we could see directly up her skirt as a stream emerged from her vagina and landed on her dress. It was only a short pee as the stream quickly shortened and began to dribble down her vagina. The stream died and she too went read in the face. Tyler stood up and walked to the door. Maya and I stood at the same time. I could feel the soggy dress as it clung to my behind. "Right, ladies. I'm gonna go out, sell some weed. I'll get some moolah, come back then we're going shopping because it looks like you two didn't bring suitcases. I'm gonna figure you two know how to operate a shower as the good lord made EVERYTHING!" "We don't know how to use it." "What about the washing machine?" We both shook our heads. Tyler sighed and said "Aight then. Throw us your dresses and I'll chuck em in. Just turn the knobbly thing on the shower and punch the 3rd tile up nearest to the corner to turn it on." We both removed our dresses and threw them to Tyler. It took us a few seconds to relies we were both naked in front of a human. He simply nodded and went down stairs. The front door opened and before he stepped out he yelled back; "Don't do that infront of the neighbours, aight? They'll think your porn stars or some shit. Just borrow some of my clothes for now!" And with that, the door slammed. That's how I met Tyler Durdan. The worst human life form on the planet.
  13. Found a nice wetting video from XTube. Wanted to share http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=s5mZq-S597-#.VMa3oS6WZyE Wetting Fun in the Backyard - XTube Porn Video - aithen.mp4
  14. File Name: Can't control herself File Submitter: Pein ペイン File Submitted: 19 Jul 2014 File Category: Female Pants Wetting I don't know if this video is already in here , but I thought it was worth posting. A desperate Japanese girl is sitting inside a car with her friends. When she finally gets out and starts running she looses control and wets herself. Click here to download this file
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  17. Hi, Sorry for the long silence on here, a new term's just started at college so as you can imagine I've been very busy. Anyhow, I'm gonna jump strait to the point with this one. I was in college last week catching up on some work. I didn't have any lectures to attend but I wanted to work in their library. After a long and fairly boring morning, at lunch time I decided I needed to spice things up. Cue a little rapid desperation. Normally at midday I'd stop for lunch and visit the washroom. But today that was not happening. Rather than the washroom, it was one of the campus shop for a few bottles of diet coke. I'm not sure if you find the same, but carbonated drinks always make me need to pee. An hour and a half and nearly a litre of coke later, it was all beginning to hit my now bulging bladder. I was having to shift the position I was sitting in, constantly crossing my legs and swapping which was on top. I was fidgeting badly. My work was hard to concentrate on and I new I would have to take a trip to the bathroom soon. But I put it off. My heart fluttered as a swallowed the last of bottle two. The next ten minutes dragged. I was totally unable to concentrate on anything. I was wearing dark jeggings and a thong, and just five more minutes later was having to stuff my hand into my crotch. This is it, I though, I must go now. I hastily bundled my things and shoved them in my bag. Standing up put the full force of gravity of my throbbing bladder. My body buzzed with excitement as a tiny warm trickle of pee found its way into the fabric. I looked up and quickly wiped the smile from my face. Everyone around me was concentrating on work, I knew smiling would just make me look crazy in there. And let's face it, added attention was the last thing I needed. With steady, timid steps, and a calm poker face, I made my way to the door. But inside I was screaming. My bladder was busting. Every step made me tremble. I made it through the door and immediately, in the quiet corridor, broke out into into a jog. My bad in one hand, the other I thrust into my crotch and prayed no one would be coming in the other direction. I made it round the corner. The door with that little picture of the girl in the dress never looked so good. As I tumbled to a halt I felt a hot gush hit my hand. The spurt of pee had come strait through the fabric and covered my fingers. I looked up, crossing my legs on the spot and reaching out to open the door. But what was that? That yellow sign? 'Cleaning in Progress'. I couldn't believe it. It was locked. Now of all times. I was on floor 4, the only other washrooms were on the ground floor. I could hear footsteps from behind me, and two people talking to each other in front. My face begun to feel as tough it were on fire. I glanced around to the opposite side of the corridor, turning on the spot and feeling another warm burst hit my jeggings. Now with my hand out the way this one trickled down the inside of my leg. There was a small lab opposite me. Empty. The wall against into the corridor lined with windows, the door also. But against the far wall were three lab sinks. My heart pounded through my chest. I knew I had to make it to those sinks. With people getting closer and closer to coming into view, I sprinted for the door and burst into the empty lab. I slammed it behind me, and scrambled to close the blinds. I could feel a thin dribble of pee making its way down between my legs. I was leaking badly, but the tingling sensation of the warm trickle was so nice! I managed to grab hold of the last blind and yank it down. Privacy, at last. And it was as if my bladder knew. A third and massive spurt shot straight through my jeggings. I gasps and once again thrust in my hand. Frozen to the spot I threw my bag out the way and slid my other hand down into my pants. With one finger I found my pee hole and covered it. But it was full. Very full. The skin stretched around my bladder, my knees now shaking with excitement. Breathing heavily, I looked up to the sinks. They were oh so far away. As I tried to figure if I could make it, my finger slipped over my wet skin and a my uncovered hole burst with a final hard jet of pee. Frantically I tried to lower my jeggings, knowing I must protect them. But no sooner had I shoved them half way down my thighs that a warm cascade burst through my thong. A flood erupted. The thick stream was coming right through as if no fabric was there. It hammered down over my half lowered jeggings and rained through to my legs. Split into two streams, the hot pee gushed into down the inside of each leg, pouring right into my shoes. I gasped for air. The release, no matter how terribly messy, felt like heaven. I could hear the shower of stray drops spattering the cold hard floor. Knowing the damage was done, I pulled my jegggings up stiffly, desperate to feel the tight fabric clenching my crotch. As it did I trembled with pleasure. Still peeing hard into the soaked fabric I fell to my knees. Streams continued to tumble along the inside of my legs and now pooled in one bug yellow puddle on the floor. By the time it was all over, I was very, very excited and ever so horny. I was drenched. My jeggings engulfed with soggy pee and my shoes squelchy with the warm golden liquid. My next big challenge was to make it off site without anybody noticing. I pulled of the soaked jeggings and removed my sodden thong. In a bizarre attempt to fight fire with fire, half naked and on all fours I mopped up the puddle with the jeggings, taking several trips to and from the sink to ring them out. The idea was to hide the wet and incriminating stains by covering every inch of the fabric in pee. I removed the last of the evidence with some paper towels and pulled back on the now cold, wet pants. Walking fast and with my head down, I headed directly for the bike lockup and rode off campus with haste. Still not wearing my thong under the wet leggings, I enjoyed the vibration of the saddle rubbing into me. I made it to the tree, nearing the end of my cycle home, and decided to stop hear. The autumn afternoon was calm, with a gentle, relaxing breeze. The perfect place to unwind after such an intense experience. And so it was sat on the soft earth in the shadow of the tree, that I once again slid my hand into my jeggings for what was to become a full on and very sticky playtime.
  18. I've been lurking this site for nearly a year now. I figure I ought to contribute something at this point, so this literally JUST happened and I thought I'd share. Earlier this evening, I was reading some incredibly hot experiences from other users, when I decided I would wet myself tonight. I don't wet myself very often for many reasons: I have a toddler (which makes anything beyond reading about others' experiences extremely difficult), and I hate cleaning up the mess afterwards! I decided I'd drink a bunch of liquids, wait til I was desperate enough to spurt a little into my yoga pants, and then pull them down and pee on my back balcony. I live in a townhouse, so my balcony is on the ground floor, and there's a storage room to the side where the door opens outward. If I hide behind the door, I have nearly 100% privacy. ...Nearly being the most important word tonight. My back yard is enclosed by a chain link fence, and backs onto a Native reserve. A few times a night, security drives around the parking lot, just to make sure there's no sketchy activity happening. I also totally forgot to take this into account. I tend to pride myself on my strong bladder, so it took hours before it was full enough for me to feel the beginnings of any desperation. My body is also kind of weird in that, I don't feel any hint of desperation until it's about a 7. Then it hits me all at once. While I was waiting for my bladder to fill, I drank an Iced Capp from Tim Hortons, a couple bottles of water, and a large glass of apple juice. I took my time drinking them throughout the evening, because I knew I'd have to hold out until my daughter was asleep. When it was time to put her down for the night, I felt the urge to pee, but knew I had plenty of time before things started getting good. Once she was asleep, I was starting to feel a little desperate, but I knew I still had time so to hurry things along, I went to the bathroom with my vibrator. The moment I get turned on I feel the urge to pee (I've been like that all my life), and if I have to pee before getting turned on the level of desperation instantly shoots up. I put down a towel just in case, and masturbated to orgasm...twice. I was about an 8 now, and I'd never pushed myself beyond that before, so I didn't know what to expect. I decided it would be safest to head outside for the rest of the struggle. I'm a smoker, so I decided to kill time by having a cigarette. I was bouncing up and down in my chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs, and wriggling around in my seat. Before I had finished my smoke, I was at a 9 and was getting rather uncomfortable. I stood up to change positions, and although gravity hightened my urgency to pee, I had an easier time holding it back by stepping from foot to foot, stopping every couple minutes to cross my legs tightly. After a few more minutes I was starting to softly moan a bit with effort. I felt a strong twinge in my bladder, and although nothing came out, I gasped and grabbed my crotch tightly with my free hand. I bent over double and wiggled my hips until I got better control of myself. Then, before I knew it, another twinge caught me off guard. A tiny little trickle found its way out, but only enough to make a little spot right on the crotch of my pants (I should probably mention that I wasn't wearing panties, so any wetness would be visible on my pants right away). It was only a little struggle to gain control again, and I decided a tiny little trickle wouldn't do. I wanted a good gush, before I dropped my pants and peed on the ground. Also, I wanted to hold on as long as I could. The desperation building in me was turning me on so bad. I had finished my smoke, so I started playing with my clit a little, while lifting one leg and squeezing my thighs as tightly as I could while pleasuring myself. After another five minutes, I knew I was going to lose it soon, and tried my best to hold back as long as I could. Finally a spasm sent a good squirt into my pants. Before I could gain control again and pull my pants down, another gush (a little longer and a little more forceful) came out. It soaked through my pants and I moaned and grabbed my crotch in an effort to regain control. Another spurt soaked right though my pants and into my hand. At this point though, enough pressure had been relieved that I was just barely able to hold back long enough to pull my pants down and squat down to avoid wetting myself anymore. The release was amazing, and I was nearly about to orgasm from it, when the security for the reserve behind my yard pulled in. When I first saw the headlights, I froze for a moment. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop peeing now that I had started. The stream was so forceful I could hear it hissing out from me. As the headlights approached to the point where I knew the driver would be able to see me soon, I realized there was only two options. Continue wetting as I was and let the driver get a full view, or try my hardest to stop the flow while pulling my pants back up. I whipped my pants back on and stood up just before the truck rounded the corner that would put me in plain view. But...I couldn't stop peeing! I shuffled to the side to hide the rapidly spreading wetness as best I could. The naughtiness, the feeling of relief after struggling to hold back and the surprise of nearly being caught was too much, and I orgasmed hard while still wetting myself. I couldn't help but cup myself as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I know the security driver must have seen that much, but since my pants are black, I don't know that he saw any evidence of my accident. Once the truck had passed, I pulled my pants back down and finished peeing. Then I quickly went inside before the driver came back around. I'm still wearing my wet pants as I type this. Hope you all enjoy! This is my first time sharing an experience (as I mentioned before), so any *constructive* criticism would be appreciated! If this post is well recieved, I'll be sure to post more experiences another time!
  19. Hello amigos, it's me Tyler. And if you heard a victory yell earlier than that will have been me. Celebrating. If you saw my other topic in General Discussion, you'll know that I finally told my GF and she agreed to pee her panties for me. Well, she wasn't playing around. I was sitting around waiting. She was coming around 2:30, and I was excited and nervous. Hadn't felt my heart beat so fast in years. After occupying myself by messing with the window cleaners (A story for another time and another website), she finally arrived, looking ready and slightly weirded out. We quickly moved upstairs to my room (third floor), where I duct taped her to a chair and tried to make her watch a horror movie (Wes Craven's New Nightmare), she conned her way out of that and we began making out and stripping down. Soon she was just in her underwear and your humble narrator was buck ass naked. She rolled off me and took my arms, making me stand. We'd agreed to do it in the shower, where we can clean up easily. "You ready to do that thing in the shower?" She smiled. A nervous but determained one "If you wanna back out, I won't be mad or anything" I replied while nibbiling on her neck. "No, I said I'd do it" SHe again took my arms and led me downstairs and after a short make out session in front of the shower (We have a glass cubicle type thing), we entered. I closed the sliding door as we got in, more nervous than ever she asked how I wanted to do this, I said to make out until she eventually has to go. We began this and I quickly moved my hand down and started stroking her pussy. Wet already. She already let a little go. -Insert short Tyler victory dance- She told me to move my hand and I obeyed. She was in control. I then heard pee dropping down out of her blue underwear(see attached pictures) and onto the shower floor. Now from here it's kind of a blur, because your subtle narrator got really horny, really fast and started fingering her up against a wall. Skip on a little and we're in bed and, I'm pumping away, and I suddenly feel a sudden wetness by my knee. I stop and pull out. She questions it and I reply that she may have just peed the bed. After a whole lot of denying, we went back to it. I can now confirm. She definatly peed my bed. Behold in all their glory! My girlfriend's peed panties. We're not gonna do this every week, so this thread will be updated every so often with pictures. Peace amigos.
  20. It was a nice evening, a bit cold, but clear skies and moonlight...so we decided to go for a little walk in the neighborhood. While we strolled and chatted in a very relaxed and normal fashion...she got that mischievous look on her face...the one that makes me suspicious! I stepped a few feet away from her, and asked what she was up to? ..."oh...nothing" she replied with the most unconvincing innocence. It was so dark that I really couldn't tell...but I grabbed my smartphone, and took a picture... My sweet girlfriend ...is breaking bad And with a giggle she lifts her jacket aside...and shows me the full extent of her mischief Our walk got cut a little short...it is a bit distracting if you happen to have a girlfriend who takes pleasure in creating small happenings like this...especially when it is this time of year. I asked her if she wasn't freezing...but she said that she'd just warm up a little And maybe a little more even... I felt really lucky to be walking with the sweetest woman I know...and that a sophisticated sane good looking woman, can be this naughty to the core!
  21. Kilyn has been dating James for about a year now, and she still hasn't told them that she wears diaper and likes to wet herself. They live together and while he's at work she does her passion and when he's home she acts as normal as she can. But one day that's all going to change. "Bye babe, I'll see you at five." James said. "Okay, I'll miss you." Kilyn said, waiting for her fun to begin. They kiss and he leaves. Once Kilyn made sure that James was gone (she waited til he backed out of the drive way) she runs to her hidden stash of diapers and let her day begin. Kilyn has been in love with wetting her diapers since her ex boyfriend did it. Once they broke up she decided to try it and was hooked ever since. Kilyn drinks as much as she can and pees once she can't hold it anymore. Kilyn puts on her diaper and went to the kitchen and grabbed a big cup and put water in it. Then grabbed a can of Pepsi, then grabbed a pitcher of tea then made a pitcher of coffee and went to the living room set all the drinks on the table waiting to drink them all. As she drinking the water she's watching TV (Keeping up with the Kardasians) Kilyn has always loved that show, she finds it funny what situation they get into and the arguments/pulling her is hilarious. She finished the water, and immediately went to the Pepsi. Kilyn would love to tell James about her hidden life while he's at work, but she's afraid that he'll leave her or laugh, and or get embarrassed. She couldn't let that happen, she doesn't want him to thinks that she's weird. So she'll keep it a secret as long as she can. She wished she had the guts to tell him though. Kilyn has been hoping that James would be her daddy and forced her to keep to pee in til he tells her to go and spanks her when she has an accident. And she knows if it never happens if he doesn't tell her, but he could dump her and that's worse. She finished the Pepsi, and has a little twinge in her bladder, but it's not even bad (not even a little desperate) on a scale from one to ten, it's like a two. She starts at the big pitcher of tea. Tea and coffee always makes her want to pee, so she always save these for last. Kilyn makes lunch, she's having a grilled cheese, which is her favorite. Kilyn loved Grilled since she was little and stills love them today. Grilled cheese always goes well with Tea. Kilyn gets a phone call from James. "Hello." Kilyn said. "Hey babe, how are you?" James asked. "Oh I'm good, just watching the Kardashians." "That's cool.".. How's work going." James works as a lawyer. Yeah Kilyn is dating someone who makes good money. "It's okay, but stressful. I'm taking a break from my case." "Oh that's good, do you think your client is going to win?" "I hope, but you know the other one has a good chance of winning." "Wait which case are you doing?" "The one when the one steals money, but my client claims that he didn't." "Oh that one, you have too many cases. But that's because your a good lawyer." "Awe thanks babe. Hey the breaks over I'll talk to you when I get home." "Okay love you bye." "Love you too." James hung up. Kilyn loves when James calls her from work, she hates staying from him for too long. He's the love of her life, she can't do anything without him, without her she's not complete. Kilyn hopes that one day they'll get married. Kilyn finished the tea. She getting a little more desperate now her two went up to a five, But she can still tolerate it. All she has is the coffee left and she'll let it work her magic. Kilyn also likes wetting her panties but then she has to do laundry and she's not a fan of laundry, but now and then she'll pee her pants because it's more fun and more naughty in her opinion. She also like peeing naked on the floor, it's extremely naughty, but hates to clean it up. But it's worth it in the end. Kilyn finally finished her coffee,now she's squirmy her five is now a 7.5. She put her hand in between her legs and squirming. She stays like this until she can't hold it and lets go by force, not choice. She would hold it longer if she could. Kilyn gets off the couch and stand and jumps and step in place, hands still in her crotch. "Man I really got to pee, but I won't give up." Kilyn says to herself. Kilyn is now really desperate it's an eight now and she can't move her hands, unless she wants to pee right now. "Oh no." Kilyn says as a little dribble comes up but holds tighter to stop it. Kilyn sees someone opens the door, but it's too late to do anything. "Kilyn what are you doing....." TBC I hoped you liked it. Who do you think showed up (even though it's probably obvious) Sorry if my grammar isn't that good, I'll post more soon. Maybe tomorrow. Trust me it will get better in the next couple of chapter.
  22. Here's an incident i witnessed some years ago when i was in college. Back then i posted it on a different forum (but with slightly simpler text), so it might be that some of you have read the story before. This happened during the 3rd year of college, during a lecture in the spring semester. The lecture were held in a small auditorium. The seats in the auditorium were positioned in rows forming a half circle. There was some elevation between each row. I was sitting in the middle of the 4th row. On the 3rd row, and a few seats to the right sat a girl called Linda, who this story revolves around. Linda has blonde hair, and a very Scandinavian look. Her eyes are blue and she is around 175 cm tall. I've always found her quite attractive. And after the incident i am about to describe here, i found her super-hot. The lecture lasted for two hours, with a short break in-between. During the first part of the lecture i didn't really notice anything unusual. But in retrospect i think i recall that Linda sat with her legs crossed all the time. But I'm not sure, as i hadn't been paying much attention to her at that point. At least i hadn't noticed any signs of desperation so far. The break between the two lectures lasted 10 minutes only. I, among many other students stayed at their seats during the break. And i think i recall that Linda also stayed at her seat during the break. At least the events to come nearly proves that she did. At least she can't have gone to the toilet during the break. Soon the second part of the lecture started. Which would prove to become much more interesting. It was some time into the second part i started to notice the signs: Linda crossed and uncrossed her thighs several times within a few minutes. She was changing her sitting position quite often. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs, and she was fiddleing a lot with her long blonde hair. After some time it looked like she crossed her thighs a little bit harder, like squeezing them together. Most of the time she sat with her legs tightly crossed. She was tapping her foot to the floor for periods. And sometimes she was swinging her foot in and out quickly for long periods. Linda was looking at the clock every now and then. She seemed impatient. In-between changing her sitting position regularly, she had also started squirming around quite much in the seat. All her moves seemed to have increased in intensity the last few minutes. And as time passed she changed her sitting position more and more often . Suddenly Linda uncrossed her legs. Immediately after she started bumping her thighs and feet quickly up and down. After doing this leg-bumping for some time she crossed her legs tightly again, and started squirming around in her seat instead. She repeated this "feet and leg bumping" several times within a few minutes. From all her moves it was pretty clear that she needed to pee really bad. I guess she must have been regretting badly now that she hadn't used the opportunity to go to the toilet during the break... She held her hands in her lap most of the time. And often she put a hand in-between her tightly crossed legs. Linda was looking at her clock very often. Like she wanted the time to move on quickly. She looked very restless. Soon she partly stood up for a couple of seconds and sat down again. This seemed to calm down her desperation for some time. But unfortunately for her, the calming effect of it didn't last very long. It took just a few minutes before her desperation was back at the same level as before. After a few minutes she started squeezing her already tightly crossed legs hard together, in pulses. She started tapping her foot to the floor again and swinging foot in and out quickly for periods. It didn't take long before she started squirming around in the seat again. She held one hand between her thighs while she was fiddling with her hair with the other hand. Her desperation was back at the same level as before she stood up. She was biting her lip. Her eyes peeked around randomly, and she had gotten a concerned and stressed look in her face. In a sudden move she uncrossed her legs just to cross them the opposite way immediately. She repeated this several times within a short time. Linda must have been cursing herself at this point, for her misjudgment. She should have gone to the toilet during the break, instead of waiting to the end of the double-lecture. Which was turning out to be a big mistake by her, as her need to pee was getting harder and harder to manage as time passed. That was obvious from all her moves, and the more and more worried expression in her face. And still there was quite some time left of the lecture....The situation must have felt like a little nightmare for her. Suddenly she partially stood up for a second. Then she sat down again. Just like she did some minutes earlier. But this time it didn't seem to help her much to suppress her desperation. This time it didn't take more than a minute before she started squirming around in the seat again. Often she changed her position by uncrossing her legs, just to cross them the opposite way immediately after. A move she had done many times lately. And now she repeated it more and more often. She held a hand in-between her thighs most of the time. There was no doubt that she was very desperate at this point. She squeezed her thighs hard together in pulses very often, in-between squirming in the seat, and all the other desperation movements. Linda was literally dancing a "sitting pee-pee dance". She looked at her clock again. I did too. It was almost 20 minutes left of the lecture. The fact that it was so much time left seemed to concern her badly. Hey eyes peeked around randomly again. She got a very worried, and strained look in her face. She was biting her lip, and she started rubbing her thighs quickly. It was written all over her face that she was afraid of not making it. She glanced towards the door. She was sitting in the middle of the seat row. And with many students sitting in the seats on each side of her, it would cause a lot of disturbance and hassle if she decided to get up and leave the room before the lecture was over... She leaned forward for a few seconds. She held both her hands in her lap. Then, shortly after she leaned back. Just moments later she repeated this a few times in a row. Once again she looked at her clock. Even though it was not more than a minute or two since last time she did. Her face got a very troubled look. She was biting her lip as her eyes wandered around. She needed to pee so bad now. She was afraid of not making it. It was written all over her face. There was still a long time left of the lecture. Very long, when you are so desperate that you are about to pee your pants. Maybe realizing this was the factor that triggered what happened next? Just moments later Linda was struck by a wave of extreme desperation: She started moving quickly from side to side in the seat. Just like she was rubbing her butt against the chair. She moaned silently. After a 5-10 seconds up intense rubbing from side to side she started bumping her feet up and down really fast for a while. Then she leaned forward for some seconds. She was struggeing badly against her bladder now. Linda looked panicked. Her desperation must have reached an unmanageable level. The room was a bit more than half full. She had a free seat on each side of her. But now the person on her right hand side had noticed her moves. He glanced at her for a moment. It didn't take many seconds before another wave hit her. Her face panicked again, and her eyes started wandering around. Then she started moving frantically from side to side in the seat again. But this time her moves was more intense, and it lasted longer. She sighed a couple of times as the vawe of desperation lasted. Once again, the person on her right hand side noticed it. Linda glanced towards the door. I guess she must have realized now, that she had only two options: 1. Stay, and struggle against the desperation waves the rest of the lecture. And almost certainly peeing in her pants and in the seat. 2. Get up, and cause a lot of hassle and disturbance as many students would have to move to let her get out. And make it to the bathroom in time. Possibly... Before she got to do anything about the situation another desperation wave hit her: Just seconds after the last one, she started rubbing frantically from side to side again. She moaned. Her moves was even more intense this time. She was moving frantically from side to side for around 20 seconds or so. She moaned again. Her face was in panic. I could clearly see that she was struggling very hard. It looked like she nearly started peeing herself that moment. This one must have made her realize that she had to leave the room NOW. Or else she would start peeing herself in the seat any second. Linda stood up. She started moving towards the end of her seat row. But people had to get up from their seats to allow her to pass. This caused a bit of disturbance in the lecture. Also, it delayed Linda a bit on her way out. I could see that she was squirming impatiently on the spot, and she was rubbing her thighs against each other while she waited for people to give her space to pass. When she got out from the seat row she went quickly towards the door and left the room. It had been so obvious that she was about to pee herself in the end. Therefore i couldn't resist keeping an eye on the entrance door, waiting for her to come back. Just to see the outcome. But Linda stayed outside the rest of the lecture. Her stuff was still lying at her desk. So she would certainly come back to the room to collect it at the end of the lecture. As i sat there i was thinking of why she didn't come back. And i landed on two possible reasons: 1. She didn't want to cause the same disturbance when she went back to her seat. Which i found to be the most probable reason at that point. 2. She hadn't made it. And she didn't want to show it to the entire class. Which i didn't find that unlikely, judging from how desperate she was the moment before she left the room... The lecture ended and students started leaving the room. When the majority of the people had left the room, Linda appeared in the doorway. And that's when i saw it. What had been the outcome of her desperation, and her desperate run for the bathroom: She hadn't made it. Definitely not. She had peed a good amount in her pants, before reaching the toilet. Her left leg had a wide wet streak running from her crotch and ending a little below her knee. Her right leg was much wetter: Here she had a slightly wider wet streak running all the way down into her shoe. The pee stain covered about half of the front of her right side thigh and leg. She was also a little bit wet above and around her crotch. She was wearing light blue stone washed jeans. Which made the huge pee stain very dark, and therefore very easy to see. It was an eye catcher. Literally. There was no doubt what she had done. Nearly everyone who looked at her jeans would notice the quite fresh pee stains. It was obvious that she hadn't reached the bathroom in time. The closest bathroom was one floor down. 2 minutes to walk from our classroom, i would say. But still she hadn't made it. That explains how desperate she must have been before she rushed out of the auditorium. From that moment the slogan "Go before it's too late", from Kilroy travels, got a new meaning to me. ;-) Linda looked very embarrassed. The moment she appeared in the doorway she looked a bit reluctant, or hesitant before she stepped inside. She got back to her seat and packed her stuff. I could not take my eyes away from her during the next few minutes. At one point i got a glimpse of her back, as she was packing her stuff together in her bag. I didn't see much of her bum at this point, but i could clearly see that her jeans was wet above her bum, all the way up to her waist. I also noticed that she had an empty paper cup on her desk. Most likely coffee, or maybe tea from the nearby kiosk. When Linda stood up and started walking out of the room i finally got a good view of her bum. The wet stain on her bum and on the back of her thighs were quite asymmetrical. Most of the pee had found it's way to the right side. On the right side of her bum the wetness extended all the way up to her belt. There was also several smaller patches on, and around her butt. That makes me believe that she must have pulled down her jeans in panic, while still peeing. Ending up spraying some pee over her jeans, as she pulled them down. I grabbed my bag and went out. I was a few meters behind Linda. She went down the corridor and then down the stairs to the ground floor. Our next lecture was in a classroom on the ground floor, but Linda went directly to the main exit and left the building. I saw through the large windows in the hallway that she stumbled upon another girl just outside the entrance. They started chatting. I sat down on one of the benches in the hallway, and watched the time pass by during the rest of the break. I couldn't avoid sneak-peeking at Linda through the windows, who still stood outside the building chatting with her friend. There weren't that many other students outside at this point. Just a few that were coming and going. But i guess at least some of them must have noticed Linda's wet jeans. The pee stain was so damn visible. The two girls were chatting for some minutes. Linda stood with her legs a little apart. Every now and then she looked down on her pee-stained jeans. She was so damn beautiful now. It least in my eyes. I tried to limit my sneak-peeking. But that wasn't easy... After a few minutes the two girls split. Linda left the college area. And i didn't see her in any of the other lectures that day. This incident gave me high hopes about seeing Linda having more pee accidents. But i never again saw her with wet pants. So i guess it was just a single mishap, rather than a habit she had... In the attachment i've described approximately how i remember the pee stains on her jeans looked.
  23. Found this while searching YouTube. Did a search to make sure it's not a repost. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=-eq2cX_viM8 Me orine.mp4
  24. File Name: Some TKPs (whatever that stands for File Submitter: whammy File Submitted: 05 Mar 2014 File Category: General / Western Videos Clothing: Panties/Undies These are some short wetting clips. The only identifying thing is the TKP that shows up on screen. Or toe-knee. Click here to download this file
  25. hey! Im looking for a video that was on youtube awhile back! its a girl with a mask to cover her eyes, and i think she is with her friend/sister, and sits down with blue jeans and pee on a towel. the video is a bit long beacause they were messing around a little first, thanks for any feedback!
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