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  1. ♥TheWetFinn♥

    female A Well Needed Wetting

    It was about 1 in the morning and I drank a bottle of water. It wasn't long before the urge hit, and when it did, it hit hard. I was already leaking by the time I started desperately dancing. I stood with my hands behind my back, as pee soaked my shorts (and my shirt). I was very embarrassed, it soaked the bottom of my shirt, and completely stained my shorts. It traveled down the back of my pants, but my underwear caught the most of that. It felt so warm when my pee ran down my legs, and filled my underwear. My pee was in a huge puddle on the tile floor, and I walked around in it. This wetting was great, and probably one of my best. I hope you enjoyed it! ?
  2. PeerPressure

    female Not Making a Pit Stop

    Heyy all!! This one is fresh from yesterday afternoon!! So I love being active and, lately, have been really into the idea of doing a triathlon, leading me to dust off my bicycle and give it some exercise. It has been really hot and humid lately, leading me to drink a lot of water before I go out. As I'm sure you're all very well aware, what goes in must come out Yesterday, I got off of work a little early and hurried home, debating whether to settle for a running or biking day. By the time I parked my car, I'd decided on two-wheeling it for the day. I gave myself about an hour to unwind after work and stock up on fluids, which I, admittedly, may have overdone. Meanwhile, I changed into a bright pink tank top and black shorts. By the turn of the clock, I had loaded my bike onto my car and was ready to go! I cruised over to a nice, paved trail about 20 minutes from my home, entirely neglecting to relieve myself before setting off. When I pulled into the parking space and began unloading my bike, my bladder was already making itself known, but I intentionally disregarded it. I hadn't had a good, daring pee since I was caught a few months ago and, as embarrassing as that was, I was craving the thrill again. Plus, I figured, I could find a nice water-deprived bush off the trail and hydrate it if things got really bad. It's not uncommon to see guys and, occasionally, other girls coming back onto the trail from the woods, presumably having done exactly that. With that looming in the back of my mind, I set off! A few miles in, it was starting to get bad. I could no longer push the urge to pee into the back of my mind. I was just riding past an area where the trail meets a stream with a pretty waterfall--a popular location for trail walkers and families, however, so I needed to hold it until I was clear of all the people. Every drop that cascaded down the waterfall teased my bladder, which threatened to release a similar cascade from my crotch. I bit my lip and pressed on, occasionally trying to discreetly press my hand between my legs--as if that ever helped. As I zipped past the people, happily laughing and taking photos, blissfully oblivious of the woman urging her bladder not to burst, I considered my options. Obviously, the bushes were a relatively safe bet...but I didn't want safe--not today. I could get off my bike, pull my shorts and panties to the side, and soak the pavement. Perhaps a little too risky. I wasn't keen on giving any passersby a free show of my lady bits. Why not just pee while I ride? Forget the pit stop altogether! With that thought, I flashed a devilish grin, which was quickly washed away by the waves of urine sloshing around in my abdomen. At last, I found a spot of the trail where the laughs and yells of others were out of earshot. I looked forward and backward, each twist an act of torture--threatening to prematurely force open the floodgates. Nobody's in sight. Now or never. As I caught a slight decline, I stopped pedaling, scooted slightly forward on the bike seat, and relaxed my muscles. Perhaps facilitated by my sitting position, the first spurts of pee discharged far more quickly and easily than I anticipated. Within seconds, my panties, unable to handle the rush of fluid, which overflowed and dampened my shorts. A creeping darkness overtook my groin and pee warmly gushed all over my butt and my legs, leaving the bicycle seat a gleaming black, and pattering to the ground, leaving a trail of drops. I let out a moan of relief as I coasted, leaking all over myself and my bike. It was a surreal sensation--the world rushing by as the contents of my bladder rushed downward. This sensation began to fade, however, as I hit the bottom of the decline and began losing momentum. Preoccupied by the urine spouting out of my urethra, I put my feet out, catching myself and standing over my bike. There, I stood, ferociously gushing from my nether region. The wind began blowing, a coolness overtaking me as it collided with my sweat and my newly-wet legs. Some of the fluid rushed down into my socks, which thirstily licked it up, diverting it into my shoes. The rest cascaded straight down, hitting the frame of my bike or tumbling straight to an ever-growing puddle below. Cautiously, I continued darting glances in both directions to ensure nobody was coming. The coast was clear. At last, however, as all good things do, the final few spurts came to a sputtering end, and I stood there, soaked from the waist down, in a puddle of my own pee, gently gripping my similarly-wet bicycle by the handles. Eagerly, I observed the damage with a smile. A splash of pee formed a small, trickling stream from the puddle beneath my gleaming legs. My shorts were soaked, clinging hungrily to my skin. The bicycle seat was drenched and the frame dripped seductively. Now beaming, I mounted my bike and set off again, adrenaline shooting through my body, giving my ride new life. By the time I made it back to my car, only my panties were slightly damp, but my spirit was not! ...And my bladder was full again. I had parked on the edge of the lot, next to the woods, away from most of the other cars. There were a few people chatting on the other side. I grabbed the towel I keep in my trunk and laid it on my seat in order to avoid getting pee all over it. Then, I made my way to the passenger side of the car, stood where my lower half was obscured, and peed myself again, laughing as I watered the grass, nobody else aware of the 24-year-old woman peeing down her legs like a little girl. Upon finishing, I shook my legs as dry as I could, climbed into my car, and made my way back home.
  3. Meowth

    Good Times

    This story is based on true events with my ex-girlfriend. I only added and changed parts that she did not tell me about. For example, her taking the garbage to the curb. When I was told she was taking out the garbage, she didn't specify exactly what she was doing, so I had to improvise in some minor respect for consistency. The outcome was not changed. Please inform of any errors. Thank you! When we got together, I remember wondering how I ended up with someone so beautiful. She had dark hazel eyes, long black hair, and a button-like smile. She was not out of shape, but she had a small pudge on her stomach and hips a bit wider than she liked. Her face was always decorated with a soft, vulnerable expression, no matter how she felt. She had the features of a well-off Hispanic girl, but with misleading, milky-white skin. She tanned easily, but it never seemed to stay. She didn't share my fetish, but she did care enough about me to do little things. She would gladly tell me of the many times she had found herself desperate or leaking and she always kept me updated. I think towards the latter half of our relationship some of the moments were staged, but not quite faked. I believe she would put off going to the bathroom or drink just a little more than was needed so she would find herself in a position of dancing and shuffling - sometimes in public, sometimes not. The times she was most susceptible to leaking - or as it seemed to me - was when she went out running. She didn't involuntarily leak very often; it normally only happened when she lost control, but was close enough to the toilet to prevent an accident. Of course, like most things in life, there are exceptions. One of the most erotic things that I can remember was on Valentine's day, during one of those infamous runs. If memory serves, it was a Sunday. She woke up in the late morning, sometime around 10:00 or 11:00. She laid for about twenty minutes before sitting up, letting her eyes adjust to the soft light which poured in her window. She uncovered herself when she sat up, exposing her naked body (she always slept in the nude). She stood up and yawned. Her bare breasts contorted and giggled as she rose both arms in the air and stretched. She walked over to the light-blue shorts and the dark-green, cotton t-shirt that sat on the ground and put them on. The shirt went over her head and concealed everything down to her belly-button, stopping right above the pelvic area. The shorts then covered the rest of her nudity, not going lower than her delicious, Greek thighs. Without any underwear, her nipples were constantly visible through the thin-fabric, and in the right position, the loose-fitting shorts could easily compromise her lower parts. She left the room and headed straight for the bathroom. She urinated for a some time before pulling up her shorts and washing her hands. She enjoyed breakfast, drinking down a full glass of orange juice at its end - a Floridian cliche. As she washed her dishes, she planned her next action. She wanted to see me, but it was still early and there were other things that needed to be done. It made more sense to get them out of the way first, lest they interrupt our time together. She thought about grabbing a shower, but it made more sense to go running first. The hot, Miami sun was bound to leave her in need of a shower. The cotton shirt and the loose shorts were replaced with a high-cut, black bra, some snug, faded-black shorts, and a black t-shirt. Then, she thought about me: she drank another glass of water before slipping on a pair of black, bikini-style panties. I've never been good with materials, but I believe they were some blend of nylon; they were softer than cotton, but not quite as elegant as silk. It was rare that she wore panties. She usually only did it during her "time of the month," but she knew that I loved them, and she figured that a little extra protection during the run couldn't hurt. After putting her shorts back on, she grabbed her keys and left the house. Sitting down in her car, she could already feel the liquid filling her bladder. It was not at all bad, but she knew that by the time she was done running, she would be in more than a hurry to get home. Not wasting anytime, she drove to the park; it was maybe ten minutes away with Miami traffic. When she got there, the urge had increased slightly. It wasn't enough to make her outwardly desperate, but it was enough to constantly remind her of her state. After each lap she completed, she would find herself back at the car, taking a drink from her water bottle. It only took one lap for her to notice a surprisingly large change in her need. Her legs started to gravitate toward one another, and there was a slight, bittersweet pang of desperation constantly being emitted from her upper pelvic area. As she went for another lap, she started to regret her brashness. It was rare for her to drink so much before running, and she could remember occasions where she had drank far less and just barely made it to the toilet. Would she make it home? Yes, she would make it home - she had too - but it wouldn't be the first time she would have to leave early and possibly make a mad-dash for the commode. It didn't matter, though. Regret was pointless; what's done is done, and as long as she made it home in time, it didn't make a difference. By the end of the second lap, she stood at her car, clutching her water bottle, wondering if she could take any more of the liquid. She didn't dare spread her legs standing still, and performing any act of desperation would have been too embarrassing - despite her shamelessness. She considered getting in the car and leaving. She was confident she could make it home in time, but that was too easy. She had come with the intention of gaining a story she could tell me, and she wanted it to be a good one. She knew that running one more lap would take about fifteen minutes. With a notable lack of confidence, she figured she could make it all the way around dry, but the ride back might get her. She ultimately decided on doing one more lap. Once she finished, she would get in the car, speed home, and pray she made it to the toilet. The run itself left her with mixed feelings. Part of her was glad that she had decided to do it, knowing that the story would bring me a lot of pleasure, but another part of her second-guessed it. Each step sent made her bladder clench and brought her urine just a little bit closer to spilling out without control. She originally thought the beginning steps of her third lap would be the worst of it, but she was mistaken. As the minutes ticked on, each impact of her foot with the ground left her a little closer to losing control. Every jolt brought her pee a little closer to escape. It eventually got to the point that she was waiting - almost expecting - to leak. The urine was at the very bottom of her system and making a little release involuntarily would have been no great feat. After roughly seven minutes into the third lap, she started to feel waves of desperation wash over her. Each one seemed to whisper into her ear for release. It told her to go for just a second, that she would feel better and that I would love to hear about it; but her social instincts prevented the shameful act. The waves got progressively stronger, and when the run was almost over, she was met by one more intense than any before it. She instantly knew this one was different, and any normal person would have slowed down, if not stopped and resorted to holding themselves. She, however, kept running; almost through pure stubbornness and willpower. But her efforts were in vain: a bit of urine forced its way out. She was surprised by the sudden dampness of her underwear. She hadn't faltered for a second, yet the fresh pee dripping from her womanhood begged to differ. She wanted to know what had happened, but there was no time to consider the matter. Another surprise was already in the works. She felt - just for the slightest of seconds - her muscles contract. A quick burst of urine was released, soaking the underwear and possibly leaking through. This time she looked down at the shorts, but quickly returned to looking straight ahead. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself or her possibly wet shorts. Before she could completely regain control of herself, another, smaller burst of urine left her. She felt two streams run down her left leg as she continued to run. It was apparent that her panties were now dripping wet and her shorts were at least dampened. The release in urine had helped dissipate her desperation slightly, but each step was still a trial against her willpower. The bottom of her shorts were wet and she could feel the moistened fabric rub against her leg. Her cheeks were a bit flushed and she had begun shaking. She managed to hold it all in until she made it to her car. When she sat down she exhaled heavily and examined her shorts. They were definitely wet, but it didn't seem too visible. It was likely no one had noticed. This had relieved her, but she was still a bit hyped up on adrenaline, and her urge to urinate was still remarkable. She drove off, shifting frequently in her seat and keeping her free-hand mashed into her crotch. The ride home was about ten minutes, and despite the fact she was no longer running, there were more than a couple of moments where she almost lost control. When she pulled up to her house, she noticed her dad's car was currently in the driveway. She couldn't block him in, so she had to park by the curb, go inside, get the keys from her mom, move his vehicle, park her vehicle where his was, and then park his directly behind it.. This was all done while she was not only trying to hide her desperation from her mom and anyone who could have been watching, but also while she was trying to keep from wetting herself. Fortunately, the urge had temporarily subsided; and while it was not enough to keep her from cramming her hand inbetween her legs when she was in a car or from performing quick dances when she was out, it was, however, just enough to give her a bit of false-confidence. When she got both the cars in the driveway successfully, she scrambled out and headed for the bathroom. Before she could get into the sanctuary to relieve herself, she was stopped by her mom. The garbage needed to be taken out. She could have gone to the toilet first. Certainly it wouldn't have been an issue. But she thought of me and she thought of how she wanted to go the whole nine-yards. She had done so much; why stop before the story was complete? She soon started to wonder if she had made the right decision. Her bladder ached and her desperation was growing exponentially fast. Suddenly, she wasn't sure if she would even make it. She quickly brought the bag of garbage to the curb, still aware of the moistness of her shorts. She was experiencing another wave of desperation, but this one, much like the one that inspired her leak, felt different. It felt as though it were less merciless, less forgiving. When she stopped at the curb, she shuffled her feet back and forth; when she discarded the bag, both of her hands pressed into her crotch. It was a last ditch effort to prevent an accident. She no longer cared if someone saw her desperate; it was better than them seeing her have an accident. She walked as quickly as she could to the front door of her house. She thought about dropping her pants behind a bush and just letting loose, but she was too close to the toilet to resort to such a thing. As she walked in the house, her mom looked at her with mild amusement and skeptism: her daughter clutching at herself, desperately trying to reach the toilet. It didn't matter, though. She instinctively knew that soaking her pants and making a mess on the floor was far more embarrassing and troublesome than putting on a display. So she ignored her laughter and kept on toward the toilet. The door to the bathroom was almost in sight, but she didn't know where her dad was. She knew that if he was in the bathroom, even if it was only for a few seconds, it would be all over. She would stand in front of the door wetting all over the place, drenching her shorts and panties. Fortunately for her, he was not. She flew in the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She flicked on the light and darted towards the toilet. She could feel her urine about to shoot out, not caring whether or not her pants were at her ankles or that her butt was on the seat. When her pants had reached her upper thighs and her butt was just above the toilet seat, she lost it. If she had been delayed for even a second she would have added to the wetness in her clothes, and a few seconds would have been an accident. She spent the next minute peeing quickly and heavily, reflecting on how close she had come to peeing herself not only in public, but in front of her parents.
  4. medalpoker

    My first wetting

    This is my first time peeing myself. I have often watched so much Omorashi material, yet I have not had the courage to do it myself, let alone making a video of it. I am wearing my blue basketball shorts at home when I suddenly felt the urge to try it. After drinking almost a pot of coffee and two bottles of water, I hold it in as long as I can. Then I proceed to start filming, desperately trying to let it all go. It takes me a few tries to even get the pee flowing, so I end up restarting the video several times. When I took this video, I was finally able to pee myself. My heart is racing because I have never done this before, and I struggle to let it all out (this is evident in the video). My phone finally reached its maximum capictiy, so my video stopped prematurely. Nonetheless, I was still able to show the damage for a few seconds before the video stopped. I then masturbated in my shorts, still in the tub, (after the video ends, of course) before finally throwing them in the dirty laundry. I really enjoyed this. I hope the community enjoys it too. :) 20131011_205306.mp4
  5. Found this story online and thought it was pretty great, hope it hasn't been posted here before. http://neutronsprotons.com/2015/01/04/peeing-my-pants-in-high-school/
  6. Version 1.0.0

    494 downloads

    From a larger JAV. Synopsis: She's walking along and stops for a bit to squat. She leaks a bit, then dashes behind a wall to let it all out. She then walks over to a small garage to take off her panties before continuing on her walk, wet butt and shorts and all.

    Free

  7. File Name: Short shorts quick wetting File Submitter: austind2224 File Submitted: 17 Feb 2012 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips A short but new (to me) youtube find. Click here to download this file
  8. chrisscan

    Sarah and Jana

    Version avi

    1,180 downloads

    Lovely girls, having fun wetting their shorts.

    Free

  9. ThatGuy24

    malefemale Cut-offs Wetting

    Cut-offs Wetting View File First pee of the day in some cut-offs, left over from Halloween. Pee for almost a minute and a half Submitter darkestlight Submitted 11/06/2014 Category Shorts Wetting  
  10. Male pees shorts again, but better View File So, I wasn't too happy about my first shorts wetting, so I redid it with more to drink and a longer hold. The result is better! Enjoy! - Glenn Submitter Misteriousmr Submitted 05/25/2016 Category Shorts Wetting
  11. SAMan1

    female Two good ones

    Two good ones http://www.hotgoo.com/watch/868347/Close-up-teen-girl-wetting-her http://www.xvideos.com/video4655512/redhead_slut_pissing_in_her_small_pants_on_a_table
  12. Normally my incontinence is not a problem. I get the signal to go, wait until I start to dribble into my pants, then walk calmly to the shower cubicle and finish. Yesterday, I got it wrong. I let the initial dribbling go on too long. Then, instead of going to the shower, I went to the kitchen and drank a mug of water. While I was drinking, the dribbles became a trickle, which grew rapidly until I realised I wasn't going to make it to the shower. I let go in the kitchen. I soaked my shorts, soaked my legs and left a puddle on the floor than required serious mopping up. It was good, of course, and I'll do it again sooner or later. Probably next time the floor needs washing.
  13. Found this on YouTube, anyone have the full version or know where to find it?
  14. File Name: whplive080601-2 File Submitter: wet7777 File Submitted: 22 Feb 2012 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips :D Click here to download this file
  15. Charlie Kirby

    female A Pee Chase Through The Grass

    Before we get going, I'd just like to thank gobphus for proofing this post and clearing up all my clumsy mistakes. It's thanks to him that your reading experiences can remain uninterrupted by dodgy grammar and bizarre misspellings. The sun shone down over the town that afternoon, painting a stunning warm glow over the 16th century buildings. My temporary roommate Hannah and I walked along the cobbled road, our swimming bags over our shoulders and our hair still wet with pool water. We both felt the relief of the end of our third year of studies. As we walked, Hannah sipped away at a large sports bottle she’d been carrying from the pool. I’d noticed her drinking a lot this morning. It was a little unlike her, she’d been swearing by drinking iced tea, which normally she complained about being too bitter. As we left the buildings behind, the road grew more into a track. The cobbles disappeared and the dirt path grew narrower and narrower. Ahead of us were rolling fields painted in all mixture of greens. The sky was a clear, rich blue, and standing tiny on the horizon was that unforgettable oak tree. “You know, every time I see that tree, I can’t help but imagine you peeing at the bottom of it.” Hannah remarked, pressing the bottle in between her lips yet again. “It’s only happened a few times.” I replied, immediately feeling a little turned on by the conversation. “But what a sight it must have been! I wish I could’ve been a stranger walking past at just the right moment.” “Hannah! Don’t be naughty,” I teased. “Besides, no one ever walks down here. In all the times I’ve been on this bridal, I’ve never seen another soul.” We continued walking along the track, the tree slowly growing closer. The verges were so overgrown that I was walking behind Hannah. Her long, wet hair draped over her shoulders and down her back. As she walked, her hair swayed a little from side to side, leaving damp smudges on her snug red crop top. My eyes drifted down. She had denim shorts on. They were tiny, hugging her cute little bottom and hardly covering anything else. I had a sneaky feeling she was going commando. Like me, she usually gets dressed in my small attic room before going swimming and only wears the bathing suit under her clothes. Now that suit was used and rolled up in her bag. But she did at least have a bra on, I could see the strap through her tight top. “So did you do it today?” “Do what?” I asked Hannah, intrigued by the cheeky tone in her voice. “You know…” she said suggestively, “take a wittle widdle in the pool.” I giggled. “Charlie! It’s not fair on those around you!” There was a pause. “Does feel nice though, doesn’t it?” She joked. On this warm day I too had broken out my spring clothes. They consisted of a striped t-shirt and dark, distressed-look jeggings. Like Hannah, I wore a bra but no panties. We both wore flip-flops. We were walking for some time, my eyes pretty much transfixed on Hannah’s figure. She’d finished her drink and slipped the bottle into her bag. As we made it to the bottom of the ancient oak, Hannah held my hand and led me off the bridal path. I began to get even more exited. My heart fluttered a little as I anticipated what was to come. The dirt track that led to the base of the tree was now grassy, and as we reached the branches’ shade, we found ourselves surrounded by long grass. A calming breeze filtered through the grass, swaying it and rustling the leaves above us. As she turned to her side, I noticed something distinctly odd about her profile. Her slim figure bulged at the abdomen, and it only took one guess to know why. “Hannah?” I asked, “When was the last time you weed?” I could feel my excitement grow. A little damp patch was becoming visible in my crotch. Hannah didn’t reply. “You’ve been drinking a lot this morning, I know what you’re up to.” She giggled cutely, brushed her wet, wavy hair behind her ear and, looking me right in the eye, put her bag on the ground. Saying nothing, she flicked her big eyes down at her shorts, then at the tree. My legs trembled, I knew exactly what she was suggesting and the thought of it alone made me incredibly horny. She let go of my hand and stepped up to the thick trunk. I watched eagerly as she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them to her knees. Teasingly covering herself with one elegant hand, she turned to me again. “Do you want a lesson in peeing standing up?” She asked, smiling. I nodded. “Come here,” she beckoned me over. As I stood nervously over the tree routes, she stepped behind me and pulled down my jeggings. “Oh, somebody’s excited!” She remarked at the sticky fabric. I nervously giggled. I could feel her body pressed into my back, her pert little breasts rubbing against me. I tried to suppress my trembling knees. “It’s okay,” she said softly, as she tentatively placed both hands on my thighs. Her head was cocked over my shoulder, so she could see my point of view. She applied a little pressure with her hands, signalling me to spread out a little more. Then, with the lightest of touch, she took my fingers and individually laid besides my tender pussy. “Go on,” she said, slowing releasing her hold on my wrists, “hold yourself a little firmer more and your wee hole will be clear.” I did as Hannah instructed, then stood frozen as she walked round and stood to my right. My heart was beating fast. We both faced into the tree trunk. I eagerly urged myself to start peeing. Just as I felt the first drips swelling next to my fingertips, I heard a loud splash from next to me. My eyes darted to Hannah. A thick golden stream roared from her, splashing against the bark and foaming as it tumbled down the old oak. I could feel a fine spray on my forearm. Then, my own bladder opened up. A gush of hot pee splashed out in all directions. I squealed, jumping back but unable to stop. “You’re doing it wrong!” Hannah exclaimed, turning to face me. Her hot stream now directed right at my jeggings. She gasped, realising what she was doing. Both my legs shook violently. My pee sputtered and spluttered all over the place. Hannah giggled uncontrollably, stepping closer to soak me. Her hot wee was drenching my jeggings. I tried to run away, tearing my dripping hands away from my crotch and allowing the cascade of warm pee to spray everywhere. Hannah chased me, trying to aim her stream at my bare bottom. I felt her hot wee come tumbling over me, streaming down the backs of my legs. I pulled my sopping jeggings up, allowing me to run faster. But she kept up. We carved a path through the long grass, pee still streaming from us. My heart raced, my breath short. I stopped, gasping. Hannah tumbled into me and together we fell to the ground. Her wet bottom landed square on my back, her last drips of wee dampening my top. We were both laughing uncontrollably. As she rolled off me, I rolled to face her. We looked into each others eyes in an entrancing gaze. It was quiet for a long time as we caught our breath. Hannah still had one pee-drenched hand in her crotch. With the other, she brushed my hair away from my face. I could feel a few golden drop running down my cheek. It was in this moment I knew. I knew all the ‘just friends’ was a lie. I knew we’d set out to find out more about our own bodies, to find out more about our fantasies and fetishes. But I also knew we’d found out a lot more than that. I knew, in that moment, that I had fallen for Hannah, and she for me. Knowing she was overstepping our ‘friends with benefits’ agreement, Hannah lent towards me. My heart pounded in my chest. My pee covered hands trembled uncontrollably. I closed my eyes, and our lips met. We lay, hidden under the spring grass, kissing and fondling for what felt like an eternity. Our pee covered clothes rubbed against each other’s, drips of our wee running down the blades of grass around us. “Come with me.” Hannah lead led me back to the base of the tree, where she took off my drenched jeggings and flung them over a branch. Her shorts were patchy with damp spots, but she pulled them up and sat on the floor ground by her bag. “You can put these on if you like.” She offered me her wet bikini bottoms from her swimming bad, but I declined. Instead, I sat my naked bottom next to hers. She took her bra off from inside her top and brushed her hair, before laying back in the grass. “I love you.” I said, watching the branches swing in the breeze. “I love you too, Charlie.”
  16. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 10

    My friend bought me a Spider-man themed cycling outfit a while back, which coincided with the new Spider-man Homecoming movie (it was ok.). Anyway, enjoy! cyc10.wmv
  17. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 15

    I met up with a friend and her partner during a ride. I had planned on doing a discrete wetting while I was with them but just couldn't find a good time to. Turned out okay because the desperation dial was increased as I relieved myself. I actually wet myself earlier before I took this video. Enjoy! cyc15.wmv
  18. Hello all, I'm looking for videos (male or female) of someone peeing in a pair of basketball shorts. I don't know why, but I have a fetish for those haha :P Does anyone know of any?
  19. PublicPiss Girl.rar Submitted by: MasterP Submission Date: : 18 Sep 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Various Wetting Type: Intentional Wetting Scenario: Public Wetting This is a RAR archive of a thread (I can't seem to find). Wanted to make it easier to download. Click here to download this file
  20. JAV wetting tan shorts in public View File From a larger JAV. Synopsis: She's walking along and stops for a bit to squat. She leaks a bit, then dashes behind a wall to let it all out. She then walks over to a small garage to take off her panties before continuing on her walk, wet butt and shorts and all. Submitter nwohdeh Submitted 06/10/2016 Category Pants Wetting  
  21. Bobby_DL

    Leaked and diaperd

    I've been out the scene for some time putting way to much effort into my study and work. While I wouldn't say I've been overworking I did neglect social contact with my friends, family and my little fetish. I recieved a knee surgery last week (thank my country for social obligated healthcare). Before the operation I got a epidural as a anaesthetic and for he ones that didn't know it also effects your bladder and your ability to empty it. After the surgery I was taken well care of and put back in bed. While I was 'chilling' in my bed I noticed a incontinence pad under my but. Yes there was a 'evil' thought but no way I would abuse the situation and give the staff extra work. I found it a bit strange anyway because I couldn't drink to much because it would expand my bladder to much and my body could not empty my bladder. So why did I have pad anyway? 3 days later I went back to my own house and from the bus I jumped/walked back home. Since I have to walk with crutches and I am sort of disabled at the moment I thought I deserved a little RP with the disabled me. So just before I got home I leaked a little into my shorts and a small patch formed on my pants. I quickly went inside and dumped my staff. No change in life that I would dare to do something like that further down the road in public. I felt good feeling the warm sensation in my croth again so I quickly changed into a tena diaper, pj-shorts and a t-shirt. Put on the tv, openend my laptop and had a perfect relaxing evening wetting my diaper, serving the net and watching tv......it could also be the painkillers, who knows :p Anyway it has been months since I did something like this. I think I'm gonna focus a bit less on work and enjoy my kink and my social life a bit more again :)
  22. View File JAV - Public Wetting with Friend Here are a couple of great clips, they both feature Japanese women with a friend in public having an accident. The first is a woman with short pink shorts who wets herself in front of her friend (who is gracious enough to offer assistance), and the second is a woman in olive trousers who gets out of her car with a male friend to pee, but she can't get her trousers untied (a little unbelievable here), and has a spectacular accident. Both a great and I hope you enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/09/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  23. I found this new sexy and cute amateur wetting video today from Poopeelife site (Wetpantsboy). Include nudity at end of the video. Had to take a quick pee Video Victoria Uploads Profile PooPeeLife.mp4
  24. guywetter

    Recent Pee Videos 1

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    Here are some recent videos that I found.

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