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  1. Version 1.0.0

    2,385 downloads

    So these are a strange thing I stumbled across a while back. They are not exactly wetting videos, though I would classify them as such. These are 'hands free orgasm' videos, where a woman in panties (or naked so ****NUDITY WARNING *****), orgasms without touching herself. This usually involves peeing, leaking, oozing or squirting depending on the video. I'm sure there are more of these out there, let me know if you like them. ***Nudity *** Enjoy, Rach
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  2. Version 1.0.0

    2,246 downloads

    Here's a couple more tickling style videos. The first two are pretty similar in the end result. After a period of tickling and vibrating, the girls have a squirting orgasm that results in a lot of liquid being displaced. The last one is continual leaking throughout the video, but it too is a mix of tickling and vibrators. There is nudity in the last one.
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  3. d418

    On the beach

    Explicit Content His watch said that it was still only six o’clock, when Steve awoke the next morning. The sun was just coming up, though, so it was already too light for him to go back to sleep. He unzipped the tent flap, and crawled out onto the sparse grass which grew in the sandy soil here. Being alone on the island, he slept naked, and wouldn’t bother with any clothes until later, when he set off for the beach on the mainland. Camping here overnight was fine, but it wasn’t very practical to stay here during the day, unless he wanted to spend an entire morning lugging easily-prepared food supplies in and out of the boat. There were ample cheap eating places near the beach, making such effort unnecessary. The sea was reasonably calm, without much of a swell, and the breeze was blowing towards the mainland. As long as things didn’t change, the trip across should be no harder than usual. Steve made his way slowly down the slope towards the water, veering to his left to take himself down to the rocks which marked one boundary of the island’s small, sandy beach, which lay still further to his left. As he reached the rocks, he stopped briefly and contemplated the breaking waves, some five feet or so below him. Then he continued along the top of the rocks, walking very slowly in the general direction of the beach. He soon came to a place where it was possible to walk down a gently-sloping rocky outcrop, onto the rocks whose bases were being rhythmically thumped by the swell. Turning, he followed the slope down, and stood looking once more at the waves, the spray from which was now beginning to land on his naked skin like fine drizzle. He stood there for several minutes, doing nothing except watch and feel. His penis lost its flaccid appearance, and began to swell. A couple of times, his brow furrowed and he drew in his breath sharply, bending slightly at the waist as a dribble of urine pattered onto the rocks. Abruptly, he turned to his left once more and carefully descended a natural rocky staircase which took him a little further away from the sea, but towards some rock pools. As he approached the first pool, he stopped walking and stood motionless, his erection swelling further. He bent slightly at the waist again, and this time his urine escaped in a much stronger, if brief, spurt. His erection was now full-on, and with a sigh of contentment, he wet himself. Closing his eyes, Steve smiled dreamily, enjoying the sensation of emptying his bladder in such an uncontrolled fashion. After he had stopped peeing, he remained standing there, his penis fully erect. Steve decided to resist the temptation to masturbate. He continued on his way across the rocks to the beach. The sea was warm, of course, and he waded in until he was chest deep, dunking himself all the way under the water to give himself a thorough wash. The beach wasn’t very long, but it was quite deep, and was bounded on both sides by a pair of rocky headlands. It was more like a cove than a bay, in fact. Steve had approached it the long way around, via the rocks which were now to his left, as he made his way out of the sea. The direct route, which he was now going to take back to his camp, went straight up the beach and over the narrow dunes which lay between here and the hill. As he made his way up the beach, Steve noticed something lying on the sand, about halfway up, near the rocks to his right. The shape of it reminded him of a dolphin, from this distance, and he felt a pang of sadness. Had one of the creatures beached itself here in the night? If so, how had it managed to get so far beyond the tide-line? He turned towards it, wondering if it might be still alive. Whether it was or not, he was going to have a hell of a job dragging it into the water on his own. But the shape didn’t look quite right for a dolphin, as he began to approach it. There was no dorsal fin, and the shape of its back looked wrong, especially near the head. Then he was close enough to see it clearly, and he stopped and stared. It was another mermaid! How strange was that, seeing two in two days? Was she dead? No, her stomach was moving slowly up and down, as if she was breathing. Maybe she was asleep, then. Did they sleep on land, or in the water? Who knew? Until yesterday, he thought they were a myth. * Nerissa was on a beach. This was the beach where she’d met the human man. This time, she wasn’t desperate to pee. This time, it was deserted except for the man. She was kneeling in front of him, as he sat on the odd-looking support where he’d been sitting before. Her hands were clasped against the front of her tail, but not for the reason of the previous time. She was playing with him, coyly hiding her arousal from him. As he looked down at her hands, she moved them, revealing her vaginal flaps, which were open in excitement. The man stared at her opening, the desire in his eyes making her feel even more excited. * Steve continued his approach, but much more cautiously now. If she was asleep, he didn’t want to wake her, and if she was awake, he didn’t want to scare her away. She was certainly very human-looking, he observed. At least, the top half of her was. The rest was a lot like the rear half of a dolphin, which is what had confused him. Now that he was close enough to see her properly, he couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts. If you couldn’t see her tail, you’d swear she was a naked woman. The nipples and aureola were exactly like a woman’s, as was the torso all the way down to her navel. Below that, it was quite different. The pink skin of her abdomen faded gradually into a pale, dolphin-like grey/white colour, just like the underside of one of those creatures. She seemed to have hips, of the same general shape and proportions as a woman, but that was the extent of the resemblance of her lower half to a woman. The part of her tail that he could see — what would be the underside if she was the right way up — was flatter at the top than a woman’s pubic area, and it was obviously a single limb all the way down. There was a slight bend in it, about halfway down, making it look as if she had a single knee-like joint there. * Nerissa suddenly noticed that the man was naked. She hadn’t seen that before. She looked down, and saw how erect his penis was. A sudden longing took hold of her. How she wished she could feel that long, hard member inside her! As if knowing her thoughts, the man leaned forward and reached a hand towards her vaginal opening. Nerissa arched her back to present herself fully to him, hardly daring to believe he wanted to explore her depths. * The area between her knee and her human-like abdomen fascinated Steve. Roughly where a woman’s pubis would be, there was a small, closed slit, about two centimetres long, running in the head-to-tail direction. Her skin seemed wet around it, as if some kind of liquid had been seeping out. A short distance below this was another slit, a little more than twice as long, which was slightly everted, revealing glistening, pink flesh around a gently-pulsating opening. A similar distance below this was a tightly puckered orifice. Steve stared at the wetness around the topmost of these orifices. That mermaid yesterday had been holding her hands in about that position, and had made it abundantly clear that she needed to urinate. Had this one peed in her sleep, then? The wetness certainly made it look like that, as did the streaks down the sides of her tail. Well, why shouldn’t she pee freely? It wasn’t as if she was wearing clothes, and the sea would soon wash her clean. * The man ran his finger around the edges of her vaginal flaps, stimulating them. Then he inserted his finger into her vagina and began moving it in and out. Nerissa’s excitement increased, as the man’s finger slid ever more rapidly in and out of her vagina. * The mermaid stirred, moving her hips upwards slightly, and Steve glanced nervously at her face, thinking she was about to wake and find him staring at her. Her eyes were still closed, though, and he relaxed slightly. * Faster and faster, in and out of her vagina. Nerissa could feel her climax approaching rapidly, as his finger stimulated her. In and out, in and out. The pressure in her bladder was no greater than before, but the urge to empty it was rapidly becoming irresistible. It was a different urge than the usual one, though; a sharper sensation, focussed on her sphincter rather than her bladder, and accompanied by an alternate slackening and tightening of her sphincter muscle. The slackening and tightening was rhythmic, pulsating in time with her vaginal contractions. * The mermaid moved her hips again, arching her back a little more than the last time. Steve transferred his attention back to her pelvic area, wondering what was happening. He noticed that the longer of her two slits was wider open than it had been, and the pulsating inside it was much more pronounced. A suspicion of what he was witnessing formed in the back of his mind. * In and out his finger slid. In and out, in and out. Slacker and tighter her sphincter gripped. Slacker, tighter, slacker, tighter… Ohh! Her sphincter twitched fully open, then closed immediately, shutting off the flow in the most deliciously agonising way. It opened again — spurt! — and closed. Opened — spurt! — closed. She was coming. It was the most wonderful sensation known to any mermaid. * The mermaid’s hips arched upwards again, yellow liquid arced out of the small slit, splashing onto the lower half of her tail, in a spurt lasting perhaps a second, then her hips began jerking up and down rhythmically, the larger slit began opening and closing in spasms, and the yellow liquid began spurting out in a series of much shorter spurts than the first one. As her hips continued to jerk up and down, her right hand moved to the large slit, and she pushed a finger into the folds, moving it in and out rapidly as the yellow liquid splashed against her hand. Her breath was coming in very human-sounding gasps, now, and she was tossing her head from side to side. Her eyes were still closed, though. There was no doubting what he was seeing: she was having what looked like the most enjoyable orgasm in the world. Steve watched, spellbound, his penis rigid with desire, as her hips jerked and she spurted urine. Then, all of a sudden, it was too much for him, and he grasped his penis, pointed it down towards the sand at his feet, and joined her in a moment of pure ecstasy. She continued to jerk her hips and spurt urine long after he was spent. Finally, her back arched upwards in a much bigger heave than before, and her urine fountained in a single, long spurt, before she finally flopped down, spent. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled languidly at him for a moment, then frowned as if confused, before opening her eyes wide and staring in disbelief.
  4. 350 downloads

    **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty My very first file upload! 🌟 I was playing with someone online who made me endure challenges or sit in certain positions so I leaked. This included: pressing on my bladder, sitting legs open, laying on my belly and humping, and laying on my back legs up (clothed and nude). Most of it was captured in these moments. I do hope you enjoy~! 😘
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  5. This is a fan-fiction of the anime "My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes lead to Doom!" an Anime which I cannot recommend enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mary was walking along the academia’s paths, her elegant orange dress scraping the stones under her. Before coming, he had checked, and Keith was currently inside class. It was so hard for her to spend quality time with Catarina these days, between all of her suitors. But now, Catarina was all by herself, and now Mary was bringing her vegetables, seeds, and a special diuretic-spiked water bottle. If all went well, Mary would comfort the wet and crying Catarina, and maybe even… Mary got warmer below her stomach. She couldn’t think of that now or she’d be distracted. She got to Catarina’s small garden field, where she was working energetically with a hoe. Looking up from her work, she saw Mary on the path; she smiled and waved at her. “Mary! What brings you here?” she asked enthusiastically. “Oh, I wanted to come by and visit you” she offered her basket, “I saw you hard at work and brought you some seeds for your garden and some water since you must be thirsty.” Catarina smiled widely. “Aw, thanks, Mary.” Thirsty from her work, Katarina a girly drink from the bottle. After she put it down, Katerina picked up her whole again and got back to work, planting the seeds and vegetables that Mary had brought her. “Say, Catarina, why do you work so hard at your farming even now that we’re at school?” “Well,” said Catarina, not stopping, “you’ve gotta be ready for anything. Farming could come in handy one day.” Remembering something, she asked, “So, Mary, is there anyone you like yet? How’s your relationship with Alan?” Mary looked fondly Catarina, “Well, he’s nice, but in all honesty, I like you.” “Hehe” That’s nice, but not what I meant. Soon, Catarina began shifting her legs, and eventually she put down her hoe gingerly. “Catarina,” Mary asekd innocently, “Is something wrong?” “I’m fine, Mary. I just need to go to the ladie’s.” Mary grew excited. “Well, Catarina, how about…” Just then, Mary heard Keith’s voice calling for Catarina. Shoot, he must have gotten out of class! Quickly, Mary Crab Catarina and pushed her towards the large tool said that was always near the fields. Catarina, surprised by this, accidentally squirted into her pants, the diuretic taking effect. They both went into the shed, Catarina desperate to hold her self now. As Mary closed the door behind them, Catarina began squirting uncontrollably into her panties, and she quickly took of her undergarments and squatted, peeing into the dirt. “Sorry, Catarina, it was just…” She turned quiet, and red, when she saw Catarina urinating so openly in front of her. Mary’s heart and breathing sped up, and she looked stunned at her love interest’s crotch. Finally, Catarina stopped peeing. “Ah…” She looked up. “Sorry Mary, I really had to go. Do you have something that I can use?” “Oh, uh, sure.” She handed over her handkerchief, and Catarina rubbed herself with it. Dressing, Catarina got up again and gave the handkerchief back. “Sorry about that.” She hugged Mary and pulled apart. “You’re a great friend.” “Uh, yeah.” After Mary and Catarina had left, later that night in her room, dressed lightly in pajamas, Mary locked her door and flopped on her queen-size bed. Grabbing her handkerchief from her night table, she smelled it fondly. It still smelled like Catarina’s pee. Mary remembered, warmly, how Catarina had looked so relieved to pee freely, and how… Soon, Mary couldn’t take it anymore and began rubbing her crotch. It felt good, and she rubbed harder. No one was around to hear her orgasm loudly.
  6. I wake with you still sleeping next to me. It’s the first morning of our naughty weekend, safe to say we made the most of the first night. The room smells strongly of our pee. A trail of wet clothes lead to the bed we lie in. A large dark patch on the old wooden floorboards, the ghost of the puddle we made. I think back to you tickling me, how I squirmed on the floor beneath you. I think of how you teased my full bladder with dribbles of your own pee, how you made me hold on until you’d finished wetting your shorts over me. Your sleepy breaths on my neck are so cute. I call you my kitten, with your soft purrs and fluffy pillow hair. The old cottage we’re in is soon to be knocked down. When your parents told you, you said we should seize the opportunity. How right you were. When else could we make such a mess? I need a pee now actually. But I don’t want to move, you’re sleeping so softly. I lie with my back to you, looking out over yesterday’s exploits. We’re the first to sleep here for decades, the sparse rooms emptied long ago, leaving only a few larger ancient furnishings. The bed we’re in, one of two in the building, must be Victorian. The mattress thin and lumpy. But it doesn’t seem to matter with you next to me. I daren’t move because the bed frame will creak loudly. You should have heard it yesterday. How it creaked then. The springs squeaking. You squealing. I smile, thinking of what we did. I try not to think of my full bladder. Instead my eyes drift across the room to pick out our discarded clothing. The pink top I was wearing, wet with your pee, was the first to come off. Your denim shorts, those cheeky lace panties. My leggings, worn and wet commando. Our bras, both sports bras for the long walk up here. You got mine wet. I was cross at first, it’s the only one I brought. But it didn’t seem to matter for long. I’m getting restless, I want you to wake so you can tell me where to pee. We’re off grid here. The cottage pre-dates inside washrooms, the privy in the garden long overgrown. You said when we arrived that I wasn’t to pee outside. You said it defeated the point. You hadn’t explicitly said I need your permission to pee inside either, but I felt I needed it. You’re so controlling over my bladder when we’re together. I love it. You make me hold longer than I ever could alone, the relief I feel when you let me go is so much sweeter. Now I don’t have your consent. I wouldn’t know where to go anyway. The floor? Seems too obvious. That old armchair downstairs? That would be nice. I don’t know if you’d let me do that though. Thinking about it isn’t helping my comfort. I feel like a pup waiting for her owner to let her into the garden. I want to go out and water the grass. Or find a lamp post. I squirm, rolling to face you and jamming a hand between my legs. The bed groans at my movement, you stir but do not wake. You’re so venerable when you sleep. All your assertion and authority is gone. We’re the same age but awake you act older, asleep you act younger. Over your shoulder I see our backpacks hanging from a beam. Peaking out of yours, the familiar blue, white, pink plastic - an open packet of pull up diapers. You wear them at night because asleep you cannot control yourself, and yet awake you control both of us. Irony. I smile to myself. Time continues slipping by. I grow tenser, the hand between my legs fidgets and grips more. After you wet yourself over me last night, you tickled me and pulled me to my feet. It was as we stood, cuddling and kissing that you finally let me go. Hours of hiking, of sipping water and watching your cute bottom lead the way, all released in a blissful downpour. The puddle had been huge. We pattered our feet and danced on the wet wood. I wonder now where that puddle went. It disappeared between floorboards soon after we’d made it. Had it dripped through the ceiling below? Had it cracked the old plaster? What damage had we done? I squirm again, wondering if I could project my bottom over the side of the bed and pee without waking you. What would you say? Would you be upset? I wasn’t fair, I thought. Not fair that you could leak in your sleep with your little diaper, while I grew ever desperate. I wondered if you had. Had you peed in the night? My thoughts are suspended as you finally open your eyes. Long lashes sleepily part, revealing the blue ocean I have been lost in since we met. Our gaze locks for a moment, as where we are and what we’ve done come flooding back to you. You smile, chuckle, and stretch. “Good morning,” you yawn, propping yourself up on an elbow and pulling the sheet away to reveal my chest. You lean over me and we kiss. My bladder twinges. You notice instantly. It’s like you have a sixth sense for it. Our lips part and you look down on me with a cheeky grin. “You didn’t go in the night?” You stroke my chest as you ask, playfully twirling a hard nipple. “No, did you?” I pry. You take your hand from my chest, it disappears beneath the sheets. I hear the papery rustle as you investigate the pull up. Then you smile and nod. “I did,” You’re pleased with yourself. “Where should I go?” Your fingers, wet from your investigation, find the hand jammed between my legs. “Oh you’re quite desperate,” you pretend it’s a realisation. I nod. “Come,” you say, pulling my hand from between my legs and slipping it into your diaper. It’s warm, wet, squishy. I feel your arousal, as much as I did last night. I can’t help myself, it’s instinctual. I begin to massage you you. “Here’s the deal,” you pretend not to notice my pummelling fingers, “I’ll go for my morning pee right now. If the diaper leaks, I’ll let you wet the b...” Your sentence trails off, the smile growing across your face says it all. Now you’re too distracted to pee. My long fingers are retracing last night’s footsteps, fingertips tapping and dragging familiar ground. I feel your skin growing hotter. The diaper becomes steamy humid, wet with hours old pee kept warm against your body. Hand embraced by the pulp, I stretch to feel your wetness changing. Sticky skin quickly turns silky smooth. Your hips curl to draw me in. I watch your face intently. The subtle changes as pleasure grips you. Checks rosy red. Eyes tightly shut. Lips parted for panting breath to brush past. And your cute little chin, how it quivers as you bob up and down on my fingers. My heart is melting. Full bladder almost forgotten. I nuzzle you. “You’ll...make....” the words slip from you between breaths as if you’re talking in your sleep. “You’ll...make...me...come.” I already knew. You’re body had told me. Twitches flutter through you. Spasms grip my fingers. Breaths become moans. I feel your pleasure as if it’s my own. Waves of intensity flow between us. Then it happens. An orgasmic thrust of your hips, a gasp, and my hand is drenched. You pee as you come. The golden nectar spurting from you, sputtering between convolutions. A hissing that grows and fades as your climax surges your veins. You shake. Legs quiver. The hot jet of pee forcing itself into my palm. It hits the diaper and sprays out, soaking your thighs and saturating the mattress. The orgasm fades long before your bladder is empty. As you continue to wet the bed, I pull your diaper aside. I stroke you gently, parting your lips with two fingers. You pee in a thundering arch directly on the old mattress. The heavy liquid hammers sodden fabric with a glorious thumping. The golden puddle washes towards my legs. Suddenly my full bladder is uncontrollable. I grip myself again, squirm uncomfortably. “It’s okay sweetie”, you encourage in a gentle, satisfied voice. “Looks like my diaper leaked.” We giggle. I relax. Without breaking eye contact, I empty my bladder in the bed. The sound of your pee pattering to an end becomes my hissing, with loud drips raining over the edge of the mattress and drumming the floorboards. Heat spreads under our bottoms, wetting past our knees, creeping up our backs. Our bodies sink into a infinite embrace. Below us, your pee mixes with mine. Two bladders emptied. Two hearts intertwined. The relief drives a soft pleasure through me. It’s a wholesome feeling. Satisfying in a deep, holistic way. We kiss. “I guess we’re sleeping in the other bed tonight,” You chuckle.
  7. You really should have peed before you got on the elevator and now you are deeply regretting it. The elevator had ground to a halt, short of its ground floor destination, a half hour ago. You had worked late and just wanted to get out of the office and go home. You could have peed in the restroom on the way to the elevator, but did not. Within minutes of your predicament, you picked up the emergency phone and dialed zero, but it just kept ringing. It is not supposed to do that! Someone is supposed to answer?! You turned to the only other occupant in the elevator, an unknown man, who had already been on the elevator when you entered. You hope he had answers to your WTF moment. You did not verbalize your question as your look said it all to him. His response was equally non-verbal. He just shrugged with a bit of a smirk and offered no words, no solutions, and no help. What a typical man. You eyed him, as in your rush, you had previously not taken much notice of him. He was an older man dressed, impecably, in a nice suit. He had stylish shoes, a short haircut of graying hair, clean cut, blue eyes, and was physically fit in a way that you could notice such a thing under his suit. Having thus taken a physical inventory of this stranger, your thoughts immediately reverted to your predicament. It was 7 PM on a Friday. Your thoughts began to enter the zone of panic. What if everyone in the building had already gone for the day? What it they were gone for the entire weekend?!!! Your bladder took immediate notice and sent pangs of protest. Your need to find a toilet seems to increase exponentially. Why, oh why, did not you not visit the toilet! You picked up the phone and dialed again, expecting a different result. Still no answer. You hung up and tried again, and again, and again. You would have kept up with these fruitless actions, but you were snapped out of this drill by the vocal interruption of the stranger. You were instantly annoyed by the interruption and then amused by the fact that he had a voice and was suddenly interested and engaged in the predicament. It was about fucking time! Unfortunately, his interruption was a disappointment. He merely said, "it is pointless, they are apparently not answering." You thought to yourself, " no shit, Shirlock!, do you have a better idea?!" But, again, you did not vocalize that thought. Your look said it all. You both became silent. He "heard" you and disengaged. He understood you were in a different place and that you did not wish to be bothered as you problem solved, without his useless interruptions. You appreciated that he understood your non-verbal communication. You looked at the ceiling and then you looked around the elevator, taking it all in and taking an inventory of the situation. Nothing suggests any solution. You, with your back up against the side of the elevator, slid down the wall into a seated position, in full surrender to the situation. You did, however, do so in a dignified manner, as you were wearing a skirt, a rather short one. You were mindful of not flashing anything inappropriate to this stranger. You decided to fully sit and not squat, so as best to protect any view that may have shot up between your legs. You crossed your legs, both to double insure the dignity preservation, and... to help manage the growing pressure on your bladder. In fact, it was not so much that your slide to the floor was a slide of resignation to the situation in so much that it was a bladder preservation move. It was harder to hold while standing, or so you thought at the moment. The rest of that half hour was spent in silence. You were deep in thought. You had pulled out your cell phone. Your panic increased when you could not get a signal. You were briefly annoyed that the gentleman, who was still standing, had not reached for his own phone and tried to make a call. You almost asked him to do so, but immediately seized up the futility and remained silent. Your thoughts were now interrupted as he spoke. You were again both annoyed and amused by both his interruption of your thought process and his sudden interest in the predicament. It was about time! You flashed all of those thoughts into rapidly displayed facial expressions, landing on one that projected a plea for help. It was, up until now, a rare showing of vulnerability. It must have softened him up. You then exchanged small talk. Introductions were made. You found he owned the company that was the tenant on the floor above you. It was a law firm and it was rare you saw anyone from that office. It was unlike your office, where there were a number of people present every day. His office was the third floor, you were the second, and then there was a bank on the ground floor as well as a public lobby. It was a relatively small office with just three floors, just enough to have this damned elevator, and a set of stairs. Why, you wondered, did you not just take the stairs! He related several things over the next 30 minutes. You took it all in, despite the fact that your increasing urgency did make it hard for you to pay attention. He did most of the talking, while you mostly listened and concentrated on bladder control. In fact, as time wore on your answers became shorter and a bit clipped. You wondered if he noticed. You became flushed with that thought and then you worried that he might notice that you were flushed. He seemed oblivious to any signs of your emergency. You were grateful for that. You were mortified that he might become aware. You were grateful for what increasingly became a monologue. You appreciated the distraction. You learned that he lived in Flordia and rarely came north to go the office. His partner, who lived local, mostly used the office, as well as another couple of associates and some support staff. However, they took were largely not in the office. They had something to do with international trade. Frankly, it is at that point were you started to tune out to the content he was instantly uttering. Your mind was in fact was drifting to two different places. First was your need to pee. Second, was arousal. You found the second to be surprising, a bit embarrassing, and a bit naughty. You found yourself getting turned on by the stranger, by his looks, his self assurance, the smell of his cologne, and his sexy body. Your thoughts became increasingly naughty as you imagined what sex might be like with this attractive stranger. Although he was quite self absorbed, your thoughts were taking the upper hand on him. You began to mentally rape him as he went on and on about his business abroad, the places he had been, etc., etc. He suddenly stopped talking when you moaned. Your moan was of piss desperation, but maybe more. You were so lost in your thoughts that you had completely lost track of what he was saying. He had a quisical look on his face. You instantly panicked. Did he now know of your dirty thoughts , your urgent need of a bathroom, or both?! No, thank goodness. He immediately repeated his question, revealing both that he remained clueless and self absorbed. He asked if you to have ever been to Hong Kong. Your face, however, registered annoyance over his cluelessness and self absorption. Your thoughts professed rapidly. How could he not know of my urgency?! He must not know of my urgency! He is so self absorbed that he does not know of my desire. He would think I am a slut. I would be so ashamed. He must not know.... He took notice. He asked if you were ok. How could he not know. He does not know! Your relief was fleeting as your need to pee snapped you back to addressing the needs of your bladder. You leaned forward to help your hold. Your answer betrayed your plight, not in words but in delivery. Almost through gritted teeth you said you were fine. He did not look convinced. You immediately wished you had delivered that message in a better fashion, but your bodily needs were taking over. He asked again if something was wrong. You were in better control of your next answer and the answer after that, as he was not letting his inquiry alone. He know something was up, damn him. You both lapsed into quite. You regretted that new interaction development. It removed the distraction of his monologue. It also now subjected you to a level of attention he previously was not giving you. It made you more apprehensive. That is not what you needed. You a stared up at the ceiling and prayed he would find another distraction, or at least launch back into his monologue. Instead, you knew he was not staring at you. His stare made any physical movement to contain your bladder impossible. You began to feel hotter and you were even starting to break out in a sweat. You removed your jacket and you know became the one to launch into a monologue. It was a monologue of largely nonsensical subject matter. It was all a rouse to divert attention, of both of you as to your predicament. Also, gone, at least for the moment, were your lustful thoughts. You were so preoccupied in dredging up topics, any topics, to continue the attention diversion rouse, that left you no mental capacity for lust. The lustful thoughts had helped with your urgency, you noticed. They did not keep your panties dry as the wetness was not of pee, up until now, at least so you hoped. Your hope was suddenly dashed as a short spurt of pee escaped. You immediately stopped talking, to utter a moan. You twisted your torso. You resisted the urge to grab yourself, but your right arm did flail a bit. Most importantly, you kept it to a moan. This of course led to another string of questions and denials. You kicked off your high heels. It was a move to break the silence that developed and to distract. It also allowed you to rearrange yourself. You sat on your heal, by bending one of your legs underneath you. The other leg remained extended. You tried to remain dignified. That meant not placing your heal where it was needed the most, applying direct pressure to your panty covered pussy. No, instead it remained outside and underneath of the skirt that still discreetly covered your now moist panties. You cursed the fact that you were not now wearing pants, where rhe pressure could be applied better, while still not surrendering your dignity. You silently cursed your predicament, the sudden silence, and the emerging judgments by the stranger. Your urgency was through the roof. Sitting on your foot was not enough. You started to move rhythmically. Your body was taking over. It was revealing your need. You had to fess up. His next question finally elicited the truth. You confessed that you urgently needed to pee. He looked at you with compassion. He slumped to the floor, himself. He did so in complete solidarity with your predicament. His empathy, and more important, lack of adverse judgment, were immediately appreciated. He offered verbal coaching. He was mansplaining a bit, which normally would have been annoying. He seemed to know quite a bit about how the blader works and how it could be controlled. He coached you on breathing. He urged you to rub your thighs as that was a known and effective manner of bladder control. You submitted to his instructions and it actually helped, at least for a bit. However, time was not on your side. You appreciated his help. He did move closer, in a helpful, non-threatening way. Most of all you gained a the freedom of relating all that was happening. It was not much longer until all of the preventive actions were for naught. Another spurt of pee escaped. This time, having arrived at both a level of confidence with the stranger, as well as an increased sense of desperation, you reached up under your skirt and crabbed your crotch. You again succeeded in stemming the flow. Your panties were definitely wet. Having thus surrendered your dignity, you then decided to save your skirt. You then hiked up your skirt, so as to prevent any pee from getting on it. You began to unconsciously rub your panty clad pussy. He spoke and it suddenly snapped you back into reality. What were you doing?!! It did feel good. You had to pee so bad. He was looking at you. Did you detect lust, or was it your imagination? You glanced at his crotch and immediately confirmed that it was lust. How could he get turned on by your urgency?!!! You were both shocked and aroused by the thought. Or, was he just turned on because there you were massaging your exposed, sexy, cotton panties. His next words answered your questions. It was now time for him to make a confession. He was the one now embarrassed as he relarded, with several apologies, just how sexually aroused it made him to know she need to pee that bad. He seemed rather disgusted withheld as he related this confession. You should have been made over the insensitivity and the exploitive reaction to your predicament. Instead, you both felt sorry for him and aroused that he was aroused. You said as such, to his immediate relief. The lustful look returned to his face. He then, somewhat hesitantly, suggested further "assistance," which would be more effective. You chuckled over the now revealed, self serving place from where such advice emanated. He shared that arousal was the best defense and that you should mastrubate. You did as instructed. You resumed rubbing your pussy and it did help. He, meanwhile addressed his own urgencies. He unzipped his pants and released his penise. He began stroking it in unison with your rubbing. You were surprised with how rapidly you were moving to climax. You did not want to do that! You knew that edging the orgasm was helping hold your pee. If you orgasmed, you would certainly pee all over the place! So you slowed down. Slowing down was not good either. Another spurt welled up and escaped. This time it was more significant. It was much harder to gain control. But control you did. The stranger the suggested such an audacious next step, that it took your breath away. Before you could think too deeply, he began to execute on the plan, by laying himself on his back, on the floor of the elevator. You found yourself following his instructions, a bit blindly. He instructed you to stand and to take off your panries, to save what was left of them. It was difficult for your to stand and another spurt escaped in the process and pee now teickeled down the inside of your thigh. Your panties were drenched and were no longer an effective barrier. You slid your panties down and allowed them to drop to the floor. You stepped out of them. You immediately groped your pussy to hide it and hold it. You then grasped and protested the next set of instructions. He told you to straddle his face. He instructed you to grind your pussy into his face. He offered that he would stimulate your pussy with his tongue and that would thwart your urgency. You protested that it would only serve to cause you to drench his face in pee. Your protests were only half hearted. Your urgency and a fair bit of lust were now in charge and any hope of dignity preservation were long cast aside, just like the soaked pantiss that were now waded up on the floor. He urged you to proceed. He convinced you not to worry about peeing in his face. He said he would swallow any that came out. You did not need much convincing. You immediately mounted his face. You did not wish to smother him, so you, basically, squated over his face. You wanted to mash down on his face, as much as you wished to mass down on your heal earlier, all to stem the tide. However, you did not mash down on his face and you were soon rewarded with the free movement of his amazing tongue. His tongue immediately went about its work. His tongue was amazing. He kissed, he nibbled, he stroked your pussy lips with his tongue. Omg, you just wanted to cum. He was just toying with you. Omg. Despite your initial reluctance you did start grinding his face. You could not resist. However he regained control with his strong arms grabbing you and controlling you. He controlled how much pressure you could exert. It felt so good, so fucking good. It was not too long. You could not fight it anymore. Your body was wracked with a mind blowing orgasm. He he managed to lap up all the eminared out of your vagina. You then were both thrown out of ecstasy as the elevator lurched. Someone must of heard your screams of ecstasy. Why did you not think of yelling earlier. Lol. Both of you immediately got in presentable form as the elevator traveled down. As the door began to open, you noticed in horror, your soaked panties on the floor. You immediately scooped them up. The elevator door open and you dashed to the bathroom, as, amazingly, there was much pee still inside you. You released your load into the toilet and had another mind blowing orgasm. You sat there awhile, enjoying the after glow. When you emerged, he was gone.
  8. I have often been fascinated with the idea of giving a woman oral, while she is desperate to pee. Over the years, my experience with several partners has been rather mixed. For the one who truly was game, she thoroughly enjoyed it and had mind blowing orgasms. Many, sadly, declined or avoided the experince. Fear of losing control was the overriding reason and no amount of assurances on my part could overcome that core fear. For some sex would often be interrupted by a visit to the toilet. For others, a visit to the toilet would occur before sex. Finally, some would just be too up tight to relax and allow things to happen, even with assurances made and towels placed. However, for those who could overcome the fear of peeing in their partner's face, what a thrill was in store. I loved the journey of taking her to new levels of bliss. So the few pointers I have noticed are. Too full is painful for her. A full bladder is good, but not too full. She needs to be relaxed and comfortable and trust you. She needs to be able to fully release herself to the experince. Being well hydrated makes any leakage less smelly, and it is better for urinary health (avoidance of UTI is always key). I would love to hear any one else's experinces.
  9. View File (DLEE-304) Masturbating in Line ~Incontinence Edition~ In this JAV Package, women in line for the restroom begin masturbating while standing, some even use vibrators. They masturbate vigorously before wetting themselves, alerting the strangers in front and back of them. First three photos are of the first video, the next three are of the second, and the next two are of the third. Each clip except two (both in 2.mp4) has a second scene where the model enters the toilet and wipes themselves down, or even masturbate some more. (The first clip of 2.mp4, VERY SEXY, and the second clip of 3.mp4) An incredibly sexy package. Hope you enjoy it. Submitter SHSLGamer Submitted 07/03/2020 Category JAV Collections
  10. Hey everyone! 🙂 Thank to you everyone who voted in my poll, the winning story was about Lady Samantha Edwards; a spoiled rich girl, who discovers and uses her omorashi fetish, to humiliate people for her own erotic thrills. The full story will be published on Amazon soon but until then, here's a sneak peak as thank you to everyone who took part. Enjoy! 🙂 LADY SAMANTHA EDWARDS - THE BILLION DOLLAR OMORASHI PRINCESS - PART I Samantha stood poised and elegant, smiling sweetly as her father’s helicopter lifted off from her family’s private airstrip; located two miles from the main mansion. Waving daintily, she eventually let her hand fall once the helicopter had become little but a shrinking black dot on the horizon; her sweet smile replaced with a small, smug grin. A dozen family servants stood on both sides of her and she walked in-between them, back towards her family’s limo; the doors opened and closed for her without an order being spoken. She relaxed comfortably against the fine black leather, her smooth red-dress resting gracefully over her knees; covered in fine black tights that stretched down to a pair of light-brown boots worth, more than half her servants’ yearly salaries. Her curly blonde hair was pristine, braided with half a dozen daisies resting atop and her fierce blue eyes gazed out of the window as the limo drove slowly forward. Years of training with the finest tutors in the world had given her a slender, toned figure; her breasts naturally large; though not excessive, her bum sizeable but not weighty. Had any been able to see under her dress at this moment, they would have glimpsed an expensive red-lace thong; satin and damp, with a noticeable wet spot on its front. For Samantha Edwards was minutes away from wetting herself; a shame beyond imagining for someone of her status. Yet; even more shockingly, this was by her choice. She had chanced upon this kink by happenstance; two weeks after her sixteenth birthday. The daughter of a British duke, Lady Alice of Cornwall had been invited to go horse-riding with Samantha by her father and she; reluctantly, had accepted. She had found the girl insufferably boring from the start, yet another lickspittle who tried to flatter her for her beauty or father’s wealth: Vapid, senseless, simple. She had ridden fast and deep into her family’s wood; testing her new ‘friend’s’ ability to keep up, until they were more than two hours ride from her mansion. It had been a boiling summer’s day and Samantha had brought two flasks with her, one of water and one of strong Russian Vodka; yet Lady Alice had drunk most of both as well as her own, struggling with the Californian heat. Her father’s mansion controlled a thousand-acres of woodland and; deep along its trails, Lady Alice suddenly asked if they might return to the mansion. Samantha had eagerly obliged, wishing to be free of her company but found herself amused as she realised why the girl had made the request: With every passing minute, it was clear her fellow lady was becoming increasingly in need of the bathroom. At first, it was subtle; Alice fidgeting too much in the saddles as they galloped or slowing at parts where the ground was more uneven, yet once the first hour of their return journey had reached its end, Samantha witnessed the girl’s plight become blisteringly obvious. Her hand was frequently pressed between her legs in the saddle; something Samantha watched with growing interest she could not quite understand, as Alice began to openly moan, small grunts at first, yet soon, wails of desperation, as eventually, nearing the edge of the woodland, Alice had slipped from her steed and begged Samantha’s leave to wait; telling her she would return shortly. Samantha had simply galloped after her; after half-a-minute or so of shock that anyone would dare abandon and command her within her own lands. She found Alice, struggling desperately against the knots of her tight-riding trousers; squirming desperately on the spot. “Alice, get back on your horse, what do you think you’re doing?!”. “Lady Samantha, please, I beg your pardon; I need just a momen-”. “Do you really think I’m going to let you use these woods as a commoner relieves themselves? Get back on your horse, now; or my father will hear of this”. Alice had reluctantly stumbled back to her horse, her hands clutching in-between her legs with every few steps; as she danced desperately, humiliatingly, in-front of Lady Samantha, trying to avert the inevitable, her long brown hair swaying as her shoulders shook violently. Samantha had considered chastising her behaviour further, however she found the way Alice was behaving strangely fascinating: No-one had ever dared behave this way around her before and she felt a strange knot build in her stomach, like a tension waiting to be relieved. Before she could ponder it further, she heard Alice cry-out as Lady Samantha had gasped in shock. Not ten steps from her horse, Samantha watched as a dark wet patch spread rapidly across Alice’s riding trousers; long streams of pee jetting out from several places, running over her boots and forming a large puddle around her. The girl’s body was shaking with fear and relief as she continued to wet herself, sobbing as she begged Samantha for forgiveness, who barely heard the girl; instead enraptured by her ongoing accident... TO BE CONTINUED...
  11. [Note #1: I'm AFAB nonbinary. Refer to me with male [he/his/him] or neutral [they/theirs/them] pronouns. Any posts with incorrect pronouns will be ignored. Note #2: Cannabis is legal where I live.] I had my absolute favorite piss-related experience on Friday. I use weed extracts pretty frequently--it's legal here, so I buy it from the government once every month or so. I use THC and CBD oils mixed to my desired strength. I usually go for a pretty intense/long-lasting high. I'm talking a good 10-12 hours before I feel like I'm coming down towards my baseline. The points leading up to my best pissing experience: +The long high. Couch lock is fuckin' real and I end up not moving [and not peeing...] for 10-12+ hours. +Thirst! I get thirsty as fuck for the entire high, which compounds the first problem. Plus water tastes delicious to me in that state, so I drink and drink and drink... +I can't feel that I need to piss. No matter how full my bladder is, I can't feel that I have to go. If I let myself pee, a lot will come out, but there's no physical indicators that I'm full. +Weed makes me horny as fuck. Some highs, I can focus on nothing other than how horny I am. I get off multiple times in a row, until I'm worn out, frankly. +I can go hands-free. Since I can remember, I've been able to orgasm hands-free. They're weak, nothing Earth-shattering, but the skill has always been there, All of the above combined on Friday. I was laying in bed playing games about 12-13 hours after ingesting THC and CBD oil. It's Summer and I don't tolerate heat well, so I was naked to help stay cool. During the entire high this time, I was incredibly horny, I scratched that itch multiple times. My high was wearing off and I could start to suddenly feel some pressure in my bladder. That day, I hadn't gone to the bathroom since 12-13 hours before, and it was almost painful how much my bladder was stretching. Plus the sensation was hitting me instantly instead of slowly growing over time. I knew I couldn't hold for more than a minute or two, it was intense and I felt like I was going to burst. For the first time in years, I had to break down and physically hold myself. With my hands pressing down on my pussy, I ran to the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and sat on the toilet. As soon as my body hit the seat, a torrent poured out of me. I could feel the strength of the stream coming out of me and knew just how close I had come to my limit. The torrent of piss continued for what felt like several minutes. I was almost starting to feel week as it kept going and going, draining me. I pushed and forced even more out again and again. And then I came. The stream of piss forcing its way from my body was so strong, was grazing across just the right areas, I came multiple times just from the extent of relief I was experiencing. By the time I was completely empty, I felt... honestly a bit frustrated that my prolonged orgasm had been cut off. But the relief left me exhausted and contented over all.
  12. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    And just for the hell of it, here’s the sketch Flo drew for Zizou. Obviously it is meant to be a joke, and so it looks not as good as my normal drawings. I only uploaded it in case anybody has some kind of Zizou diaper fetish and wanted more Zizou drawings. Originally this was a sketch I was going to throw away, but found that I could work it into a good joke.
  13. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    I love Gaomon, but he's called Sashenka in the PSP game Digimon: Re-Digitized (a japanese exclusive, but there's an easy to install english patch out there, for the PPSSPP emulator) The colors did not go very well for this drawing, so I just said fuck it, and so I went crazy with the colors. I love how the video game makes you take your digimon to the bathroom, and if you can't make it to the bathroom on time, you can give your digimon a portable potty...or else he'll shit himself...kinda gross. They even leave the shit behind on the floor, clean up after your animal! Unfortunately you don't get to see him wear the portable potty (diaper) so I thought I'd put my talents to use and draw it. Enjoy...I'm extremely sleepy. I should've stuck with my original idea to draw Gaomon fucking MayZ. They both wear boxing gloves, and she would've wanted to bang him so hard, but she'd rather screw 0r0ch1. Or I could've had Flo and Gaomon making sweet diaper-love together...Or maybe a threesome with Gatomon included wouldn't have been so bad. Also I don't think I've ever messed my diaper so hard that I've orgasmed (a little precum, but that's it) so Sasha must've taken an amazingly awesome shit in his diaper to climax so hard. Ok..ok..if you prefer the clean version...
  14. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Anonymous Commission Ode to joy!...I get to draw shit again... I know, I know....my shitty artwork has become too clean lately. Ever since my fans stopped commenting on my art here for unknown reasons, I moved over to deviantart to receive more comments. And from that point on, my art has become clean, having little to no visible feces...well...I love shit, so I took a shitty commission for the opportunity to draw more shit...my commissioner wanted me to draw him getting the shit squeezed out of his diaper, and I did...because diapers are made for that. We wear diapers, and we shit in them, that's their function. They weren't made to just be worn as clothing or for a fashion statement, and they don't belong exclusively as clean art either. Diapers are made for humans to unload their shit in. That is their purpose...and my purpose is to draw it, lol.
  15. During the times of peace after the defeat of Cell, our heroic Gohan was in High School trying to live a Double Life as a Regular Boy & as the Great Saiyaman, Videl was called into action yet again to fight off Criminal Adversaries so she left the Class Room until..... *Man in Videl's Intercom Watch*: Hurry Videl, a woman is being strongly tied up by a Big Brute along with 2 Ladies who are holding guns towards the woman's head for ransom! Videl *running*: Don't worry chief I'm on my way to the scene hopefully nothing will come-- (See's Great Saiyaman flying towards the Scene) Videl: Ugh, it's that guy again! *opens her Flying Vehicle from the Dyno-Cap* I'll be the one who will get there first before he does! *Starts flying her vehicle* *From Far Distance* Great Saiyaman: I must get there before anyone gets hurt especially that Videl girl, hmm *looks back* it looks like she is trying to catch up before I do Videl *squirming*: Mmm...uhh... *covers her groin area with her hand* dammit why didn't I go to the restroom earlier before I darted out of the classroom! *From Far Distance* Great Saiyaman: Hmm? It appears she is slowing down, I wonder why? Videl *squirming like crazy with one hand down covering her groin area*: Mmm...ugh...hmm...hehehe I don't think I'm gonna make it, not gonna lie but I kinda wanna wet myself rather than stopping by at a restroom... Great Saiyaman: *Flies towards Videl* Umm are you okay Videl? Videl *embarrassed/squirming*: Not really, um hey Great Saiya-Guy I'll let you handle the Crime Scene mmm-ugh-tell them I wasn't able to make it & that something--uh hehehe-came up PLEASE! Great Saiyaman: Sure thing, I'm on it *Flies towards the Crime Scene* (Videl lands her Flying Vehicle) Videl *now sexually tension aroused*: Oh my lady part feels nice just by rubbing it on the--mmm aw mmm aw--outside... I'm gonna--I'm gonna wet myself Videl *embarrassed/squirming/aroused*: Aw-aw-aw I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna wet my black shorts, I'mma 'bout to, I'mma 'bout to *bursts urine through her Black Shorts & screams* AAWWW!!! Videl: *continues peeing in her Black Shorts in a Relaxed State* Aw... that felt nice.... I didn't know what came over me... hehehehe *stops wetting herself* Videl: Ah crap I got the Console in my Vehicle all wet! Oh well luckily I got a spare in my pocket but first I should go clean up & change my clothes then return to school. (See's Great Saiyaman heading out from the Crime Scene) Videl: What do you know he finished the job for me, this time I won't be mad at him but myself but I'll still be trying to figure out who he is.
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