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  1. Welcome to the new interactive story by your boyo, Tempo!… I may or may not need to work on that little ditty. So apparently @Faust has been doing this Magic: The Gathering interactive story, and through reading it and so on, it seems to have inspired me to do something card-based as well. So, what better than Yu-Gi-Oh for something like that? Just to let you all know, I know the rules of the game fairly well. Because of such, I will try to incorporate as much as necessary into this story. But I will also try to keep things simple to the non-players as best as I can. In addition, being as this is going to be an OmoOrg story, there will indeed be elements that tailor to… well, need I say more? But before we get to that, it's time to make the main character. Main Character Creation: {Step 1} Gender: (Are you a Boy or Girl?) Height: (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) Weight [this pertains to physical weight]: (Are you Light, Average, or Heavy?) Hairstyle: (Are you Short, Average, Long, or is it *Styled?) Muscle Physique: (Are you Skinny/Slim, Normal, or Toned?) *If Styled is chosen, I will throw in a list of options to chose from in Step 2. So go ahead and start picking which details interest you. Also, the reason for dividing this into multiple parts is that I figured it would be easier to start with the basics, being as I'm offering a choice between male and female for this character. Other than that, I hope you guys are interested to give this a shot because I certainly am.
  2. Finally the long delayed sequel to The Library begins. The Library can also be read as a traditional narrative. I'll aim for weekly updates over the next three months. Thanks for reading! You glance at the clock flickering in the middle of your peeling dashboard as you pull up in front of 12 King St; 6:37. Fuck. You were meant to meet Shauna at her house seven minutes ago. Like most teachers she's got a real thing about punctuality. Turning up late is not the best way to start a date but your day has been hectic and you barely had time to make yourself look presentable. You are just going to an old movie at the independent cinema near Shauna's place so you didn't overdress, just a minimally creased red and black checked button-up shirt, a pair of black slacks, dress shoes. You had a very quick shave with your electric razor and brushed your teeth for a good thirty seconds. It isn't until you are driving over that you even notice you forget your traditional preemptive pee. It's fine, you can just go at the cinema. It wouldn't do to wet yourself it front of Shauna! Again. You still can't believe she asked you out after the embarrassing incident in the library. She answers the door less than ten seconds after you ring the doorbell. She already has her handbag over her shoulder and is clearly ready to go. You knew she would be. "Hey you." She smiles, "I was beginning to think you were standing me up!" She's says it as a joke but it's also clearly a comment on your continued lack of punctuality. You casually apologize and explain how crazy your day was during the walk back down her garden path. The conversation flows naturally and without pause the whole twenty minute walk to the cinema. When you arrive there is a bit of a queue to buy tickets. There is only one little old lady behind the desk and she seems a bit overwhelmed by the number of people who have turned out today. "Who knew Aliens was so popular, right?" You say. "Well it was the greatest movie of 1986." Shauna kids. "Not Pretty in Pink?" You say picking the second best John Hughes screenplay of that year. "Pretty in Pink!" Shauna is outraged and begins to explain the "problems" with Pretty in Pink. The line crawls. Your bladder is nagging you. You definitely should go before the movie. Would it be unacceptably rude to ask Shauna to get the tickets while you go pee? Will she think you are trying to get out of paying? Should you give her money? Ugh. No. That isn't an option. To go to the restroom now turn to page 24 To wait until after you have bought the tickets turn to page 9
  3. I completely forgot I had a Omorashi account, so here is my thisvid for people that are interested. If you want me to make a story out of my videos, let me know!! Plz.
  4. KayLeigh

    The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  5. Meowth

    Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  6. wetguyy10

    female Lazy day

    So not too much is going on today. Right now I'm just playing video games and peeing into my shorts and boxers as needed lol. Not to soak them and have to change until later:p just a Sunday lazy day(; you can't really tell onthe shorts lil. But my boxers are kinda wet. I think I'm going to use the bathroom and drink some and do this some more later on this evening(;
  7. How many people have fantasized or have personally experienced being desperate when enjoying the great outdoors? I have always dreamed of spending a trip/vacation with someone hiking or camping while being completely and utterly desperate with one another. It is a dream that one day I will hopefully makea reality...but in the meantime what are some of your experiences? Was it planned? Were you by yourself or with multiple people? How did you get desperate in the first place? I would love to hear from both men and women so feel free to leave your responses below 🙂
  8. Sorry for the duplicate post. Can't figure out how to delete it. Just going to remove the text and pics. Please look at my original post about a lazy day(: thanks!
  9. Brandon_W2

    Desperate Feeling

    This is something that I’ve always wondered and never had the chance to ask anybody...But what feelings or sensations do you have when you have to pee? For example, I personally I feel the need the mostly at the base of my penis... a feeling of fullness or pressure and in the most serious of needs intense tingling in the whole shaft. I always wondered if different guys felt different things or if we all experience close to the same things. When you need to pee where do you feel the sensation ? Do you feel it more in your bladder such as tightness,fullness and tender to the touch , or do you have sensations more in the penis? Do you perhaps have more of a feeling of being desperate in your balls or do you feel the need more in the tip or somewhere else? I am really interested in everyone’s responses Sound off below...
  10. I made this video a few months ago, but didn't have anyone to share it with until now. I was inspired by a series of Japanese "hidden camera" videos where women stumble into a toilet desperately clutching themselves, but don't quite get their pants down in time. I've been into watersports and wetting (especially desperation wetting) since I was about 12 (I'm 27 now). I've gotten more adventurous in the past few years, doing a few outdoor wettings, but always at night, and not in very public places. I've been going through kind of a dry spell lately though. My dream is to one day find a (female) companion I can share this interest with. It gets boring doing the same things over and over on your own. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the video. Let me know what you guys think! Untitled.flv
  11. Wombat48

    female Very desperate piss

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  12. So, this occured in first grade, so I was about seven. I had gotten off of school that day, but remembered that my mom would be late to picking me up that day due to a prior engagement, a medical one I believe, so she arranged for me to stay at the house of my best friend, let's call him Joey, until she was finished. After his mom drove the two of us to his place, we went off to play. It was during a game of hide and seek that I felt a familiar twinge in my bladder. Normally, if you've read my previous experiences, you would have wondered why I simply didn't just let it flow into my diaper. I would have, except I had run out. My mom had stashed the last two diapers in my backpack and promised, by the time I got home, I'd have a fresh pack waiting, which, more often than not, was the case. The first spare i had used before class had begun, having pooped in it on my way to the bathroom with my mom, so I could go before class began, which was a daily occurrence if I could spare the time to try and use the bathroom, and the second, I had soaked during a recess game of tag. Squeezing my legs a tad to relieve pressure, the game was eventually called off as Joey's mom had made us some snacks. Still under control, though I did had to stop and squeeze my thighs together at least twice, and let out a few droplets into my dark green shorts that I wore beneath the school khakis. After the quick snack of grilled cheese sandwiches, I felt my need to pee slowly rise.To visualize how I had to go, I guess picture a bucket, slowly, but surely, filling to the brim with pee. My need was still under control, but growing ever harder, so I guess a smidge or two above the half way point of the metaphorical bucket. By now, I was, albeit as discreetly as I could, squeezing my crotch with my hands, only for a brief moment, to try and help relieve some pressure. Eventually, when the bucket was filling up to the brim, I decided to try and find the bathroom. I recall there being two bathrooms, one downstairs near the stairs, and one upstairs, by the bedrooms. Squeezing myself once again, I headed to the bathroom closest to where I was, which was the downstairs bathroom. Knocking on it, I heard the slightly lispish voice of one of Joey's younger sisters, who were twins. I honestly can't remember their names, as I never really spent that much time with them. Anyone, upon hearing one of them say something along the lines of a todderlish version of "I'm using the bathroom." I dribbled a tiny bit more into my shorts, thankfully having avoided drenching my khakis, as those would be far easier to hide the wet spot. Now squirming and holding my crotch, I carefully, but quickly, ascended the flight of stairs. Knocking on the other door, I found Joey's mom in there taking a shower. By now, the bladderal bucket was basically splashing a bit out of the brim, and I knew I'd lose control any second. Wanting to minimize damage, I took my khakis off, and set them aside. Leaning against a wall, I let go. A feeling of relief exploded over me as my young bladder released, soaking the front of my shorts, sliding down my legs, and dampening the carpeted floor beneath. After the relief washed over me, I grabbed some napkins laying on a nearby shelf, and used them to wipe up my legs, tossing the wet wad into the trashcan. Pulling up my khakis over my dampened shorts, I went out to the backyard to go play with Joey. This was also the day he accidently threw a wooden block at my head
  13. diokno44x

    female Peed into a teapot

    So, this took place when I was about five, and going to preschool at the YMCA. This was about an hour into my day there. I was playing around with one of those toy cooking sets, you know the ones where the food, like spaghetti, is stuck together plastic? Yeah, one of those, when I feel the need to pee. I had run out of diapers the hour before, and while I was a bit more comfortable with the preschool's bathrooms, I had noticed someone go in there and at the time I also wasn't comfortable with going when other people besides say, my mom, was around. Shifting a bit, and denying to my teacher I had to use the bathroom, I eventually spotted my salvation in the form of a toy teapot. I kicked it over with my foot and, too desperate to take off my sweatpants, or at least slide them off enough to pee, I simply let go, and peed through my pants into the teapot. I replaced the lid, and went back to playing. I later saw a few girls grabbing that same teapot....
  14. ssjammerz

    female Cycling wetting 30

    My 30th video. Woohoo! Thanks to a friend that found me this 90s Pearl Izumi skinsuit. It's a lot shinier in person, but my camera can only record what it can. Anyway, enjoy! cyc30.wmv
  15. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  16. you were on a very long bus ride and after hours of holding you can't wait longer, once at the station the line of the toilet is very long and people don't let you go before them but you're about to explode, would you rather: pee on the floor next to the line or wet yourself in the line ?
  17. ssjammerz

    female Cycling wetting 29

    Trying to be inconspicuous on my phone while I do my deed...lol I guess the faded black color doesn't cover fresh wetness! cyc29.wmv
  18. Dimwitrolo

    UndertaleZorbRequest

    From the album: Requests & extras

    Request from Zorb. It's the chap from Undertale. Having a wee bit of trouble with his clothes.
  19. omorashi king

    female Beach party desperation

    Ok so I just got home from a beach party and it was amazing I had so much fun. But tonight was filled with lots desperate moments. Now I was wearing a beach pants and a white shirt cause I mean it’s the beach what else I’m i going to wear so I went to the party with a few friends and they where driving as soon as we got there I was offered a drink well of course I took and and for the rest of the night I was steady drinking beers. Well after a little while I felt a small urge to pee but I didn’t bother but it soon after tho it was getting bad and and all the public bathrooms where already closed ( you think when they decided to have a party they would at least open the bathroom) so I decided to make a walk down the beach I watched the near by park and thought to find somewhere inside there to pee but I continue walking down the beach there where so many people and I didn’t really wanna pee in public like that so I keep walking. But the more I walked the more I saw people and then I leaked I paniced and started walking faster I saw this point behind some rocks where there wasn’t any people so I decided to go there but then I leaked again and again till I stared to completely pee myself. Omg I’m actually peeing myself in public I just stood there in complete shock luckily no one noticed and my pants where already went from party in the water. Well after 10 minutes I went back to the party. After being in the middle of the dance for like and hour I felt a urge again but I ignore it again but a little while after I couldn’t put it off any more. I went back to make the same walk as before but before I could even half way I leaked. Then I decided to do it in the park as soon as I entered the park the urge became really bad like I was constantly leaking in my pants I saw this building and send fuck it I’m not going to pee myself twice in one night so I ran behind the building pulled it out and peed for at least 2 solid minutes. The relef was so good and I went back to the party at this point I thought I was done being desperate for the night but I was sadly wrong. The party had jus finished and me and my friends was heading home. A couple minutes after entering the car I felt a small urge again I thought it’s only a 15 minute drive I could make it but there was some traffic and it took us 15 mins just to get out of it. After that it was smoth salings from there. Since I live the closest I was dropped home first as I came out the car told my friends bye and went inside with my hand between my legs. I ran inside and straight to the toilet almost didn’t make it as I was leaking the whole time well that’s my experience hope u enjoy
  20. I didn't use the bathroom all day. Before 4 P.M., I had 2 or 3 water bottles and a smoothie. After that I noticed I did have to go but could easily forget about it for a while. After having a Pepsi at 7:30ish, it doubled my need to go. My queue to go to the bathroom was around 8:15ish, when I had waves of pain you get when you hold too long. The closest I ever got to bursting was getting to the bathroom. I was trying to pee in my jeans, not lose it at the last second naked in the tub. I was grabbing myself at the tip of my fireman to keep myself from bursting. With my jeans on, the need barely subsided, but the pain from a full bladder forced me to go on purpose instead of building up to an accident. I stood in the bathtub and started trying to let out spurts. At this point, there was no such thing as a little leak. I let out a big amount of pee in just one second that leaked to halfway down my pants. I got super excited, knowing I now have a huge wet spot, and there was a lot more coming. I tried to let out another big spurt, but I decided to give in and completely wet my pants. I let it out as hard as I can, making extremely loud hissing noises that went from my crotch to the floor in seconds. The hissing noises extremely turns me on, they just have a sexy, elegant sound I find soothing. It probably wasn't good to keep letting it out that forcefully, but it just felt and sounded amazing. I proceeded to take a shower, and another urge to pee hit, and I proceeded to pee for another 15 seconds straight. Looks like my ass was the driest spot. Here's some photos and a video. I did the best with just a phone, hope everyone enjoys this! Project005.mp4
  21. green_hanger

    female Desperate evening

    Sorry for any mistakes in advance, I'm still learning English. I'm an uni student, so right now I have plenty of free time (summer holidays). Yesterday I decided to do a hold. I drank a lot, ran some errands and enjoyed some dumb TV series. It was about 20 (8 PM) and I haven't used a bathroom since morning. I was painfully - but in pleasant way - full and could tell that leaks are on their way. I stretched my back a little, enjoying strong stress signals from my bladder. Sitting always helped me hold, so looked around me without getting up. I had to admit, my room was a big mess... I decided to clean some of it to see if I was able to hold my pee long enough. I got up and froze immediately when a quick leak escaped my body. I clenched muscles, wait a while to make sure it won't happen again and slowly moved toward messy bed. My moves were painfully slow, my bladder triple as heavy and my legs shaking from effort to hold it all in. In one moment I went from 7,5 to strong 9. Every few minutes I had to stop whatever I was doing to shut another leak in. Some listened, some fought their way out. When I cleaned about half a room, front of my undies was soaked, but I still felt overwhelming need to pee. It was a long time since my last full accidental wetting and at this point I was pretty confident about going outside while desperate. I decided it would be fun to put waterproof pants on and take a trash out. I wouldn't dare going out without any protection, because I knew there would be neighbours outside. For those who are unfamiliar with Central Europe countries, dumpsters for apartments blocks are usually in some distance from building, often common for two or three blocks. That means every time I take trash out, I have to take a little walk (just a few minutes both ways). Usually this is not a problem at all, but when you're desperate as heck, it might be a issue. Because I felt exceptionally full, I decided to put a piece of cloth in waterproof pants, just in case. And boy, I was lucky I did... The moment I started walking down the stairs, I felt a huge leak that I couldn't stop. I looked around and when I saw noone, I quickly grabbed myself to stop it. I had giant problem standing still, which made me reconsider my idea. But back at flat there was my flatmate which would look at me weird if I came back with trash, so I had no option, but to push forward. I took my hand away - no leaking, at least for now. Good. I started walking again, moaning quietly. My need was about 9,5/10. I wanted to go right here and right now. I made it to ground floor with two more leaks. After pushing heavy entry door, I noticed my elderly neighbours gossiping in front of the block. Great. Now I had to look casual and desperation-free. I tried to straighten my back, but it resulted in long, strong stream of pee, so I quickly moved one hand into a pocket to help myself. I knew I looked weird, standing there with bag of trash and dancing in the spot, but I didn't dare to move. After few minutes I decided it's hopeless (and neighbours started to give me suspicious looks), so I just bolted to the dumpster, feeling hot pee gushing from my urethra, flooding my undies, soaking the cloth, hitting against waterproof pants... When I reached dumpster, I hid behind one of a containers and squeezed myself with all my might to stop the flood. It felt soooo good, but if I didn't stop, everyone would see me wet! I already felt some wetness escaping leg openings and going slowly down my thighs... I tried to move again few times, but every time I took my hands away, flood started over. I considered peeing behind the dumpster, but there were too many people and I always have problem with peeing outdoors anyway. I gave myself a final squeeze and comically wobbled back to home. Every step meant new spurt of pee. Passing any person made me very nervous and self-conscious. When I finally made it home, my pants were partially wet, my legs were sprinkled with pee and my whole torso was covered in sweat. I ran into my room, kneeled on old towel and just let go. I couldn't hold it long enough to use a toilet. It was orgasmic!
  22. RandomWetName

    female Procrastination is a B-

    So this is a short story of something that happened yesterday. I had to finish working on a tedious school assignment causing me to procrastinate a lot. I figured as a way to motivate myself I would not allow myself to leave my chair, not even for bathroom breaks until I finished it. And considering the amount of water I drank I knew it would become a race against the clock... Well, it did not take long before I got distracted again. By omorashi.org, out of all places. I was scrolling around on the forum, looking for some nice stories. Googled for some hot wetting videos I haven't seen yet and before I knew it the urge hit me. Knowing I made a promise to myself I quickly got back to work. When I was close to finishing my assignment I got trouble concentrating. I figured since I was nearly done and since I did not want to make a big mess I could use the bathroom now. As I stood in front of the toilet I thought to myself, what is the point of a promise to myself if I do not live up to it anyway. I figured letting out a small leak as a way of self-punishment would be in place. However, because of my strong urge the spurt was bigger than I anticipated. A lot bigger! A big spurt shot out off my boxerbriefs into my grey trackpants causing my crotch area to get fairly wet. Wet enough to change into some clean pants before finishing up my assignment...
  23. Bear789

    Sam and me

    This is a three part story that was meant to be a few episodes longer before writer's block hit me. I've been suggested to post it here and see if the comments of the community gave me any new idea to continue. Also, if you're a grammar nazi, by all means don't restrain yourself. English is not my first language, corrections are appriciated. Anyway, part one: I met Samantha (Sam for friends) in high school. You wouldn't call her a beauty: short, the face a tad too thin and long, the jaw and chin a bit too angular, skinny to a fault (despite seemingly having a black hole installed inside her stomach, if you had to guess by how much she eats), basically flat chested. Her surly attitude and a seriously bad case of Bitchy Resting Face Syndrome didn't help making her popular, but it's one of those cases when actually there's plenty of sweetness and charm under a thick rough crust created by extreme shyness. I was attending an art school; five years in total, at the end of the second year you had to choose a "specialization" path for the remaining three, which meant that at that point you basically ended up in an entirely new class, with new people. The first day of the third year I sat next to her because she was a somewhat familiar face. She was in another class during the previous two years so I never actually interacted with her, but I knew about her reputation and, being quite shy myself, I appreciated the idea of being paired with the quiet loner one for the first few days in the new class while I tried to gauge the new classmates at my own pace. After a few days of mostly silence, during a lunch break, she started off by introducing herself as "the coarsest girl ever". I looked at her, neatly dressed, properly seated, a reasonable level of table manners, and couldn't help but laugh and point at another girl at the opposite side of the room, spreading on her chair, chewing loudly with her mouth open and being the epicentre of a small but violent dust storm of bread crumbs. Sam frowned and answered "You don't know me yet." It turns out that her definition of "coarse" is cursing like a sailor and having a special brand of dry, inappropriate, cynic and deadpan sense of humour; when she saw that I'm not turned away by the first (I can't care less, in fact) and that I'm actually quite fond of the latter, she started to mellow. It took almost a year to crack the outer shell and make her feel at ease with me, but when it happened, she became one of my best friends, and we're still in touch to this day. Once you pierce through her armour, she goes from fully restrained and secretive to fully unrestrained and open basically overnight. It's as if she has all this boiling steam inside and when you poke a hole through the containment, it vents out on you all in one go. At that point we talked and joked about almost everything; her sense of humour included a talent for finding innuendos and double entendres, which lead to somewhat open talks about sexual topics, which in the end lead our friendship to occasionally cross into the field of friends with benefits. It's worth telling the story of the first time we had sex even though it has nothing to do with pee, because it shines some light on our relationship and Sam's true personality. We were in Paris for a school trip, visiting art museums; in my class there were twenty students, eighteen girls and only two boys. This required careful planning on the professors' part. There were six rooms booked for the students: four large ones, with four beds, and two smaller, two beds rooms. Us boys got one of the small ones, Sam and another girl got the other two bed room, all the other girls were put in the four beds ones. Ironically, I wasn't the one the professors were keeping an eye on: my fellow male classmate had a girlfriend and they took care to keep them separated by putting her in one of the four bed rooms. We were dragged around the city for the whole day for several days in a row, probably endeavouring to physically tire us in a further attempt to prevent "inappropriate behaviours". Of course it was all for nothing, as, a couple of days in, some switcheroo happened at night: I was booted out of my room, the girlfriend took my place, Sam's room-mate went in the large four bed room left by the girlfriend because the other three girls didn't want me, so I ended up with Sam in the other small room. It may seem a theme in our relationship, but I honestly had no naughty plans, nor with Sam, nor with any of the other girls involved; it just happened. Even more ironically, it all started with a slightly insulting joke on Sam's lack of curves. As soon as I settled in, we of course started talking and joking about what was probably going on in the other room. "We're going to behave in this room, however", I said at one point. "Besides, if you take off that pyjama jacket I'll have a hard time distinguishing the chest from the shoulder blades." Don't think it was mean, jokes like this were a common occurrence between us, and she was more than capable of answering back, which was what I was expecting. She didn't fight back, though. Instead, she said "That's unfair because I can't yell back at you as it'll cause troubles. I'm not mad though, I know you speak out of ignorance, so I'll have to school you." She pulled her jacket up, revealing her naked tiny boobs, and pointed at her nipples. "See these darker pink thingies? They mark the front side. Downstairs there are other clues as well." Being a diligent pupil, I had to study said clues in depth (in a somewhat literal sense too), and that was the beginning of our on and off sexual relationship; nothing too serious nor too continuative, we talked about it WAY more than we did anything (at least together). It turns out that despite our frankness about sex and our occasional indulgence in it, there was one thing we both hid from each other: our pee fetish. This is the story of how I discovered it, and possibly it opens the way for the stories of the subsequent escapades this discovery led to. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A few years after high school ended, we were having a New Year's Eve party at a friend's vacation house in the Alps. It was a thin and tall town house in a small village, with four floors: there was the entrance floor at street level, with the kitchen and a living room; above it, two other floors with a couple of small rooms each and a bathroom. Finally, a large basement room, which, since the house was built on a slope, was partially underground on the road side but had a balcony that opened on the valley on the opposite side. We had the party in the large basement. At about two in the morning, we were all drunk enough that things went tranquil and that the crowd split in smaller groups which moved from the basement to other rooms in the house for quieter chats; me and Sam ended up in the small room with a sofa on the top floor, where she was planning to sleep. I'll make it clear that we were not wasted, just tipsy enough to be more inclined than usual to joke, laugh and be silly, and probably overstep some inhibitions. And therefore we joked, laughed and behaved silly. At some point she said, "Stop acting like an idiot, if I keep laughing like this I'll pee myself!” I promptly ignored her, and after a while, matter-of-factly, she added "There, now you did it. Happy?" and laughed a bit more. Thinking she was joking, I told her to go eff herself. She didn't bother to argue, she just lifted her skirt to show that indeed there was a small wet patch on her green panties. It was the first time I ever saw actual peed garments in person, so I probably stared at them longer than I should have. Anyway, she pulled her skirt back down, got up and said "I'd better go to the bathroom before you make me make a mess. I'll have to sleep in here, you know." I was thinking at that wet patch, happy that I was lucky enough to have a female friend who was in the habit of pulling up her clothes and expose her private parts to prove her point. I was wondering if she just wanted to provoke me a bit, maybe a reprise of that first time we slept together years ago, when Sam came back, locked the door, sat on her ankle in front of me and asked, straight to the point: "Do you like peed panties?" I don't know why, I didn't want to confess her this fetish, so I just said "Don't be silly." "You were staring at them a few minutes ago." "Well, of course, I tend to watch when a girl pulls up her skirt in front of me, you know. Also, the fabric was sticky enough that I could almost see your pussy through it." "Nonsense, you've seen my pussy before, and with nothing in the way obstructing the view to boot." You could argue that no matter how many times you've had sex with someone, you'll always find her private parts arousing, but alcohol is not conducive to logic debates, and besides I had the impression that she was trying to go somewhere with that topic. Indeed, since I wasn't answering, she went on, "I enjoy them." "Wet panties?" "No, biscuits. Of course it's pissed panties, that's what we're talking about! You know, sometimes when my flatmate is not at home and I don't have to go out, I just pee in my pants whenever I need. If I feel really frisky I keep them on for the rest of the day and pee through them again later a couple more times. It depends." She shrugged and smirked. At this point, despite my best effort, I felt my penis standing to attention, and she noticed it despite my attempts to change position to hide it (or possibly because of that). She put a hand on my crotch, where I was somewhat literally pitching a tent with the fabric of my trousers, and said "Gotcha! I knew it!", then she leaned on me and whispered in my ear "You know, I actually just did it in the bathroom". "What?" I'm actually not that dumb, I was just trying yet again to keep up the appearances for some silly reason. "Ate a biscuit", she answered, and smirked again. She adjusted her position, raised her skirt once more and showed me a much wider and wetter patch on her panties, starting from her crotch and shooting up between her butt cheeks. There was no "almost" there, I could clearly see the fabric, now semitransparent, clenching to everything, her pussy lips, her dark bush, her buttocks. And there was no "almost" in terms of my erection as well, no sense in faking anything now. I was speechless because up to that point pee had always been nothing more than a naughty fantasy for me; I watched videos and read several sexy stories on the topic, but never acted on it nor felt the need to bring it in a sexual relationship. I did not know how to react, whether to go all in or back away and keep it a mere fantasy, but in the end I did not have to take any decision, as Sam was already unzipping and pulling down my pants, so I let her take control of the operations. She sat on my right thigh and while I was registering the feeling of warm peed panties (and her pussy through them) pressed against the naked skin of my leg, she started humping the thigh and jerking me with the right hand. Then, when humping stopped being enough, she slipped the left hand inside her panties, all while I was just there, like an idiot, not contributing to anything. Anyway she seemed quite capable and content to do all by herself and we both reached a powerful orgasm. After we regained our breath, Sam took off her pants, still damp and still warm, used them to clean up my sperm and wipe herself, and threw everything in a small plastic bag she picked from the travelling bag she had with her for this short vacation. She cheekily licked one damp finger winking at me, then curled up against me on the small sofa, where we cuddled a bit before falling asleep. The next morning we were quite aware of what happened, but she downplayed it as "another one of our escapades" and a weak attempt to discuss the pee fetish was met with "we will, but not now." Anyway I didn't feel nor I had the impression she was feeling any kind of regret, and in fact the first day of the new year went on business as usual (and indeed some months later I had the confirmation that not only nothing bad happened that night, it was actually the start of something better that I'll tell you next time). Bonus fact, Sam had no spare panties, so she went around commando-style for the rest of the next day until we went back home. Thankfully her skirt was thick and long enough to hide it. I obliquely teased her a bit about it, but with her usual style she answered "If you dare let anybody know, I'll kick your balls till they come out of your ears."
  24. Toady567

    female Peed on the couch

    Let me begin by saying bedwetting isn't my thing. I can't recall a time where I've ever wet the bed on accident or on purpose. I'd never do it on purpose after what happened to me last weekend. I got very drunk and was sick and apparently I was fighting with my gf. I don't remember much. I ended up sleeping on the couch naked. When I awoke, it was 7 in the morning and I was soaked. I was hoping it was sweat but somehow I knew better. I had pissed in my sleep! I made a huge mess on the couch and I'm still trying to get the smell out of the cushions (not sure if it's possible). It was not fun and something I don't ever want to do again. I had to tell my gf when I left the couch to get some more sleep in the bed. I smelled pretty bad too. She won't stop giving me hell about it. She knows of my interest in wetting but doesn't share our fetish.
  25. Ok so this happen to me earlier in the week. I had a few errands to run so I took a bus and headed to the city. As soon as I got there it stared to rain so I was only able to do half the things I had planed to do. When I was done I took another bus and headed home but the rain was still falling so I took shelter in a local store while in the store I bought a small pack of nuts and a bottle of cranberry juice while in line I felt a little urge in my bladder but I ignored it. I ate and drank the juice while waiting for the rain to stop. I probably waited like 35mins then I realized I had to go really bad and the rain showed no sign of stopin. Another 30mins later and it was gettin bad I couldn’t even stand up in one place and if there was anyone around into the same thing as me the might’ve noice 15mins later and the rain had stopped but jus a little. I said screw it put a scarf over my head and braised the elements. Cold rain and constant wind didn’t help my situation ether. When I finally go home I fanatically looked for my house key and sadly learning it wasn’t in my bag. I grabbed my crocs and stared knocking the door knowing my grandma was home. But she has joint problems and can’t walk very fast so I was jus there outside my literally thinking I’m about to pee myself. Before she cud reach the door I Leaked regain the leaked again the second leak left a visible wet spot. When she finally open the door I ran towards the toilet leaking with every step. When I finally got in the toilet as if my belt tured into the hardest puzzle ever to unsolve. Then as soon as I undid my belt pee stared shouting out of me there was no stoppin it when the damage was done my Jeans and my boxers where sock I haven’t had and unplanned accident in so long tho