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  1. Hi I am looking for photos and videos of girls that got drunk and wet themselves for whatever reason. I am prepared to pay for the content. Can anyone direct me to websites where I can find this please.
  2. wetchris

    So much for planning

    As an older guy I have suffered from bladder problems for a number of years. But just recently I have had to take medication which particularly in the mornings causes me to get desperate quickly. As a result if I am driving any distance I try to stick to a route where I know facilities will be at hand if I need them. Garages, fast food restaurants, public toilets etc. Last week I had a three hour journey to make and carefully planned things. I sometimes wear adult incontinence pads just in case but I find them bulky and uncomfortable and try not to. So on this day I just had briefs under my jeans. I had only been travelling half an hour when I quickly developed an urgent need to pee. But I wasn't too worried as I knew where some public toilets were next to a snack bar in a rest area. As I approached I noticed that the 'P' parking signs had been removed and to my horror I found that the toilets had been closed and huge sheets of metal covered the entrance doors. The desperation immediately intensified but I had no option but to drive on to my next "planned" stop. I knew of a garage that had toilets and it was only 20 minutes away. But it was an agonising drive that required me to squeeze myself through my jeans to hold it in. Even so a couple of bursts did escape and wet my briefs before I could make the garage. As I pulled up there was a sharp stabbing pain and this time I felt my self pissing into my underwear and onto my jeans before I could regain control. Thankfully I didn't lose complete control or I would have wet the seat. I hobbled into the garage only to find it was one unisex toilet that was already occupied. I just had to stand there, legs tight together and a constant grab of my penis through my already wet jeans to prevent a flood. Somehow I held on and managed to let the rest go in the toilet. Managed to get these pictures to record the event! Love pissing myself in the comfort of my own home but not in public!
  3. Can you imagine a greater disappointment than arriving at a public restroom just before you burst, only to discover that all the stalls are already in use? Well, that is the exact scenario that Alisha is faced with in this humiliating wetting accident video. Recorded from the point of view of a hidden camera in a public restroom, we can see that all the stalls are in use as Alisha bursts in. She is wearing jeans and a light colored t-shirt, and she is clearly desperate to pee. For a while we simply get to watch as she struggles to hold on, bouncing around and holding herself. With no stalls coming available, eventually, she reaches her limit. Unable to hold back the flood, she ends up peeing in her jeans in the middle of the public bathroom. The camera zooms in for a close up as she pees and we can see her tight jeans grow dark with wetness as she has an accident. Once she is done peeing she seems to be utterly embarrassed. Almost panicking, she looks around quickly to see if anyone has witnessed her accident. With no one in sight, she tries her best to cover up, hiding her wet pants, before exiting the bathroom.
  4. Who here has ever masturbated on a full bladder, I say I have though I've never had an accident or even leaked during it. I wonder if anyone else has masturbated on a full bladder and either stayed dry, or leaked or even had a full on accident. Share your stories below.
  5. View File Tumblr Wetting Videos - Recent Finds Recent finds, Tumblr is not quite dead... Enjoy. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/17/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
  6. View File JAV - Teacher Leaking School accidents by teachers. ***Contains Sex and other Porn Stuff *** Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  7. rachelkirwan

    JAV - Teacher Leaking

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    School accidents by teachers. ***Contains Sex and other Porn Stuff *** Enjoy, Rach

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    Recent finds, Tumblr is not quite dead... Enjoy. Rach

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  9. Laundry day today. I used to imagine what it would be like to have an accident on the bus ride home. There’s an old school bus seat in our yard and I finally got the opportunity to see what it looks like wet. 12D9E57F-B7C6-437D-B3AC-5EC6F9528390.MOV
  10. zimw00t

    female Ski Trip Accident

    Here's a short little one-off I did to fulfill a request of someone in the request topic. Didn't spend to much time on it, but hope you enjoy! Little Kathy Evergreen was more than excited to see snow for the first time in what felt like forever. She’d been skiing once before when her school had visited the nearest resort, but that felt like ages ago. In fact, it was only last year, but to an 11-year-old a year was practically a decade. Her parents had finally relented and decided to allow her special snow day trip, if only because they were just as eager to get a vacation. Kathy was an excellent skier, thank-you-very-much. She just hadn’t been able to figure out how to go down any big hills yet. Or any hills for that matter. But she had gotten very good at moving around slowly in a pair of skis, and she would have gone down the bunny slope at the end of the last trip had they not run out of time just before she could. She wasn’t glad or anything that she didn’t have to prove to all her friends how good she was at skiing, they should have already known anyway just because of how awesome she was. Skiing ability aside, Kathy just loved snow. It was so pretty, and it made everything look so bright and cheerful. Take what would be a boring dirt hillside in the summertime and add some snow, and you had a mystical winter wonderland. She couldn’t wait. It hardly snowed where she lived, and they had to drive forever to get to the snow. It was only an hour or so up the road, but to an 11-year-old an hour was practically a whole year. Who had time to wait around for a whole hour in a boring car when there was snow somewhere out there to be skied all over. And she would go down one of the hills today, no matter what her parents seemed to think. Maybe not one of the big hills, but surely one of the smaller ones. Or at least the bunny slope. Maybe she could work up to the bunny slope. Of course, just wearing skis was fun on its own, wasn’t it? She’d have to decide later. “C’mon Kathy it’s time to get in the car.” Kathy’s parents had already packed everything they were going to need. They didn’t have any ski equipment of their own, but planned to rent it when they got there. All they had to bring was warm clothes and snacks. Kathy was wearing several layers already in preparation. It was uncomfortable, but she kept telling herself that she didn’t want to be cold, so it was for the best that she stay in those clothes until they got there. Plus it was so many layers that it would take forever to take them all off, just to have to put them on again when they arrived. As Kathy opened the door to the back seat of the car, her mother reminded her, “Kathy did you use the bathroom before leaving the house? We’re going to be in the car for a while and you might not get another chance before we get there.” “I already did this morning. Let’s goooooooo.” Kathy was impatient to get going already. She hadn’t actually used the bathroom all morning, but she didn’t feel like she needed to go, so it was probably fine. She could just go when they got there if she needed to. She hoped the drive didn’t take too long. ---------------------------- The drive took too long. It was fooooooreeeeeeeveeerrrr. It was a little less boring after they got to where you could see snow on the side of the road around them, but up until that point it was unbearable. She thought she was going to die, but somehow she made it. And her excitement was reaching new levels as they made their way through the lodge to the rental area. A nice lady helped her pick out the right skis, boots, and those sticks you used to stand up. It was a little tricky figuring out how to lock in and out of the skis with the special boots, but she got the hang of it. She didn’t know how long they spent in there but she couldn’t wait any more, she needed to be out in that snow skiing. It’s like she was born to do nothing else. She had so much confidence in her skiing ability just thinking about how she would tackle those scary hills this time. She got out the door into the chilly air, where she was glad for the many layers she was wearing. Moving around in her skis was awkward, but surely going down hills would be easy. She could do anything if she set her mind to it. “Kathy, dear, we’re going to go up the lift to the top. You can stay down here for a bit and get comfortable moving around. There’s a hill for kids to try out over there, and a slightly bigger one the other way if you feel up for it. Remember to go inside if you feel tired or thirsty, and remember to take bathroom breaks.” At the mention of bathroom breaks, Kathy remembered she hadn’t had one yet. During the car ride she had started to feel the slight tingle of needing to go. It still wasn’t so bad though. She could definitely hold it a while longer. There was too much skiing to be done to worry about that now. “She’ll be fine,” Kathy’s dad reassured. “She’s been here before, and there are plenty of workers around to make sure everyone stays safe. We’ll meet back here in a couple hours when you’re ready to get something to eat.” Kathy said goodbye to her parents and headed off toward the smaller of the hills her mom had mentioned. The hills didn’t seem as scary as they had last time. Without much difficulty she managed to conquer the first one after only the second try, and she only fell down a little bit. It was the bigger hill that was giving her more trouble. It made her a little scared just looking at it. But she could handle it easy, of course. She was an expert skier now, after all. Somewhere in the back of her mind during all this she realized she really did have to pee badly now. It was only getting worse the longer she waited, but she knew she needed to take on that next hill first. She just had to work up the nerve. But she really needed to go. If she just took a break for a second. No, if she didn’t go on that hill right now she might not be able to later. It had to be now. She did it! She managed to go down the big hill without stopping or falling once! She was so proud of herself she nearly forgot she needed to get to a bathroom, ASAP. Pressure was building and she was starting to freak out a little bit. She was going to be able to hold it right? She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had taken on the big hill. She shouldn’t have to worry about little girl things like having accidents in her pants. Rushing to the lodge she managed to unhook her heavy snow boots from their locks on the skis. It took her a bit longer than it probably should have, and she was fidgeting more than usual due to her building need. Hurry, hurry, kept running through her head. Where were the bathrooms again? She swore she saw them on the way in. Was she going to make it? She had to. Like a glowing sign from above, she saw a glowing sign above a doorway that read “restrooms” and she nearly sprinted toward it. There was a door for both men and women. She desperately pulled at the handel for the women’s, but to her dismay it didn’t budge. She knocked, quietly at first, but was soon nearly pouding at the door. “Calm down, I’ll be out in a second,” came a voice from inside. This couldn’t be happening. She’d have to find another bathroom. But where? Could she just use the men’s? She didn’t hesitate long before deciding she didn’t have a choice. She barged into the other door, which thankfully wasn’t locked, and slammed it behind her. She hoped she could be in and out of there before anyone noticed she’d used the boy’s room. She thought she was safe, but the final obstacle had shown itself: getting out of her ridiculous multi-layered snow clothes. There were so many straps and zippers that she wasn’t sure where to start. She started pulling desperately around the pants but they wouldn’t just slide off. She realized she was going to pee herself. She had tried so hard but she just couldn’t get her snow suit off in time. She was out of time. The floodgates were breaking open. Pee was coming out of her, slowly soaking into her underwear, and into the many layers of fabric above. She let out a sob as she gave up and let the urine run freely. She sat there and cried helplessly on the bathroom floor. She was supposed to be a big girl, but today had been an utter failure. She was going to be a little girl forever.
  11. Version 1.0.0

    As promised, here's the newest side adventure in my line of comics featuring my 'Trina' character. "Tickling Trina's Tummy" has the same high production value as the actual serial Trina and her friends belong to. This includes full fledged backgrounds, bordered panels, speech bubbles, the whole 9 yards. That's one of the reasons this comic is more expensive than the usual WesternWets releases. Here we formally meet her and see how she handles the responsibility of babysitting her professor's son. Her lackadaisical and carefree attitude of course will come back to bite her as the night takes unexpected turns out of her control. But one of her many mistakes is not taking a second to pee while she had the chance. Especially since getting the kid to take his bath ends up being rougher on her than she could've imagined. As usual you'll find a super high resolution set of images as well as ones at a better reading size, but within those are 2 comics that are identical up until page 25. The one labeled 'ticklingtrina' is 55 pages long and is unique in that it branches off the actual chapter that begins the series she belongs to, creating an alternate universe where there's an even higher degree of omo content at Trina's expense. And to give the full context as to how Trina knows some of the other characters she interacts with, this bundle release also includes that very introductory chapter in its original form (31 pages long + cover), something I completed a few years ago, which you'll find in that other folder. I have about 9 chapters of that series written and I want to wait until I'm further ahead to try putting it online and serializing it. In the meantime however, Trina and its characters continue to fund my career through these more adult oriented tales, so I'm putting this here to gage interest in this side project of mine as well. In any event the art was just sitting around on my PC so might as well share it, and it gave me a setup for Trina to have that thicc body of hers tickled and poked and squeezed until she accidentally peed. So I hope you enjoy both the full length omo comic and the original chapter one of the unreleased "Spirit DNA." If this version sells enough, not only will the rest of Trina's omo content be dropped, but the rest of the story could also finally see the light of day. Thank you all for your continued support and patience will I worked on this. More desperation and wetting stories from around the Internet are on their way.

    $9.99

  12. So. I used to be really really good at holding. I think the most I ever held at once was around 1.5 L, I'm only 5'4 so that's a pretty big amount. Then one day I decided to do a pee holding challenge that went like this: I was going to go 8 hours without peeing. Every hour I'd drink one whole bottle of water. I ended up not being able to hold it the whole day. My bladder got nice and big, erotically full and all, and to hold it I ended up releasing a couple hundred mLs. When I got home I practically burst, I measured about 1 L which isn't a lot at all compared to my record. I did a rapid desperation hold the next day and had a full fledged accident at 750mL. Which upset me a lot, I never have actual accidents. So I waited a month to let my bladder rest before I did it again. I did lots of kegel excersises, trained my pelvic floor and stuff like that. Next hold I did a month later I was able to hold 1.25 L which is much more! But still not enough for me :(. Is there any way to train my bladder any better? To be clear, in normal life this isn't affecting me in any way. I'm not having incontinence issues, because I can hold my pee for 9 hours through an entire shift at work if I have to (which I don't, I get breaks, but sometimes the bathrooms are disgusting.) It's just when I hold large amounts. Bottom line: how can I train my bladder to hold as much as I used to be able to? Accidents are hot as fuck, but I'd like to be able to hold for capacity and hold much more before I wet. My goal originally was to reach 1.75L capacity, maybe even 2L, but now I'd be happy with just 1.5L like before. Any help is appreciated.
  13. it's become a fantasy of mine to pee during sex (obviously with a consenting partner) i imagine the feeling of being completely desperate, then slowly losing control with your partner on top of you as you realise there's nothing you can do but let go is so amazing. then as it spurts out feeling the relief and the wetness between your legs... any girls (or guys) have recommendations for this? :)) i've had a good amount of vanilla sex with men, and limited experience with other girls -- my guess is it's easier with something inside, pressing on your bladder and making you squirt uncontrollably with each thrust... 😉 how best should i go about training myself to be able to let go?
  14. Imagine being desperate to pee, frantically searching for a public toilet, then finding one just in time, but then discovering it is locked. That is what happens to Sosha in this video. It all happens so quick- Sosha goes from frantically rushing to the toilet to having soaked pants in less than a minute. We join Sosha in this scene as she is frantically racing towards a public toilet while holding her crotch. Clearly, she is about to burst. She manages to reach the door without a moment to spare, only to discover the door is locked. With her bladder at its breaking point, she doesn’t have time to do anything else. Before her hand even leaves the door handle she is wetting herself. Despite squeezing her legs tightly and holding herself, the flood just won’t stop. Standing in front of the bathroom, she has completely peed her pants. All she can do now is shamefully walk away and find someplace to hide.
  15. Is using the bathroom a right or a privilege for students? Here in the U.S., I'm really not sure if some teachers are trying to teach discipline to their students, are so insecure that they believe students are lying to get out of their lesson, or are just evil. Most of us have been at the hand of one of these teachers who would not let us go when we really needed to and suffered embarrassing accidents because of it... I personally think it's wrong for a teacher to deny someone needed bathroom privileges because they speculate and assume that a student might abuse it. It's true that bathroom breaks can be abused for the bad students in order to get out of class, cheat, or cause trouble. But should a few bad apples ruin the whole bunch? My Thoughts: - The discipline over learning to control one's bladder should not be taught by the teacher but should be left to the parents or guardians of the students to teach and encourage them in a safer setting. Bathrooms are there for a reason and sometimes, you just gotta go, especially if you drink a lot during the day and younger students have much smaller bladders and lack of self-control. If they are trying to teach, then you don't teach by forcing someone to hold it and have an embarrassing accident in front of their classmates, hoping they'll learn. Even for good and/or shyer students (like myself) who were embarrassed of asking to be excused is torture and such should never be reprimanded by a teacher. - If teachers think it's a disruption for students to go to the bathroom while they're teaching (or assume that everyone else will have to go because they let 1 person leave) does not always apply. The alternative solution goes back to the "potty break/team" line up idea is much better than outright denying access to a bathroom, but is patronizing and rather strange for older students. - If teachers are too insecure and think the students are just making excuses to get out of class, then they need to gain more confidence. Bad students do exist, but this should not be the case in every situation like I've observed in schools. Teachers are smart enough to know who the real trouble makers are and take note. What do you think? Do you have any stories about these dreadful experiences?
  16. Alex Oxford

    A Fantasy Pt. 1

    I blinked. Twice. Three times. My vision slowly came into focus and I found myself staring at a computer screen. Jumbles of names and numbers clustered my vision until my peripheral started to clear. I was sitting at a desk, a half drunk cup of coffee with coffee stains on the rim. Shit, I’ve been here for a while. If I didn’t know any better I would say I was at work. I checked the day. Tuesday. I check the time. 11 AM. Yup, I was definitely at work. I was probably productive until I went into that daze. Probably.... maybe. Wherever I went, I came back now, about an hour before lunch. It sounds good on paper, but it might drag if I don’t get up and stretch my legs. I’m in an office building sorts. Different businesses and companies all shared the same building, a different one on each floor. I happened to be in view of our receptionist. A very pretty receptionist. A very pretty, busty, receptionist. Naturally, I took every opportunity to talk with her, and perhaps get an eyeful of her assets. Shameful, I know. I knew her well enough though, well enough to playfully flirt with her. She knew I liked what I saw, and I’m pretty sure she liked the attention (as if it were in short supply). Lucky for me, it appeared the mail had just come in, and she would likely bring it to my desk before long, if I had anything addressed to me. She too seemed rather restless to stretch her legs it seemed. She had been looking at the clock for the past 20 minutes, squirming in her seat, bouncing her legs up and..... Wait. She has to pee you dummy. Duh. Suddenly I was even more distracted than I had been before. I remember choosing to sit here, exactly here, because of the excellent view I got from behind when she stood. Now I had a little more incentive. As she rocked from side to side however, I heard a faint sound, the slightest sound. Like someone shaking water in a bottle. The busty brunette looked to the clock again, bit her lip, and rocked back and forth. The sloshing continues, like someone stirring water in a bathtub. Slosh, slosh, slosh. An indistinguishable moan passed her lips as the sloshing continued. How the hell could I hear that from here? This was the silliest thing, a girl sloshing her water bottle while she has to- *RING RING* “This is Alex speaking, how can I help you?” I could hardly pay attention though. I was too busy watching the brunette stand up instantly and anxiously, cross her legs and bend forward, conveniently sticking her ass out in my direction. The pleasures of a properly planned seating chart. But a massive *SLOSH* echoed in my ears as she stood and bounced, as if someone were shaking a water bottle like a pair of maracas, her butt jiggling in her pencil skirt as the sloshing continued. The voice of the phone call faded into the distance, as the sloshing noise drowned out the concerned customer. It was so odd, so erotic, I blushed red as this beautiful girl, with dazzling assets, openly pee danced across from my desk, so candidly and publicly, you’d think it was intentional. And the strange sloshing noise seemed to be some sort of soundtrack to her sensual pee dance routine. Perhaps it was her water bottle, the one I haven’t yet seen? She was in incredible shape, maybe stays hydrated. And maybe she has a nervous habit of shaking it around like a rag doll. Yeah, that’s it..... but If that were true, why was I so flustered? She inched forward, edging her way out of the room with a handful of mail. She doubled back however, dropping a few files in her haste. In doing so she turned to face me. She had no water bottle, no camel pack, no gallon jug of liquid she was carrying awkwardly in her hand. Nothing. Yet the sloshing continued. She leaned over, attempting to pick up the fallen files and conveniently exposed an eyeful of cleavage. Plump, generous cleavage that filled her shirt and stretched the seams, the kind of cleavage that made it hard to keep eye contact. Then we made eye contact. I blushed and smiled shyly. She’d caught me looking at her. Shit, so much for being discrete. She simply smiled though, fixed her bra, and shook her head at me, mouthing the words, ‘you’re bad.’ I couldn’t help but give her a playful laugh, and mouthed, ‘I know.’ As if it were an invitation, she gathered her files, and sauntered over to my desk, the click of her heels mixed with the erotic slosh of what could only be the sound of a full bladder at this point. What else could it be!? I blushed, fighting to retain my composure. Thankfully, the cubicle was empty today. Just myself and this goddess in front of me. She got to my desk and instantly crossed her legs. “Whatcha doin?” She teased, leaning over the wall of the cubicle as her breasts leaned with her. “Taking selfies for my lifestyle blog, want to be my special guest?” “You know I love selfies.” She smiled, slapping my shoulder. I pulled up my phone, and she bent down to pose with me, hissing through her teeth. The perfect time to take the picture. “Hey, I wasn’t ready!” She laughed, crossing her legs tightly as the slosh of her bladder echoed in the air. “What? I thought that was my cue!” “Nooooo!” She laughed, crossing and uncrossing her legs. “I just have to pee.... soooo bad!” She sighed, stepping in place. The sloshing continued. “I can tell!” I said, for some stupid reason. “Is it really that obvious?” She asked, a silly smile crossing her face as she bounced up and down. “It’s super obvious actually. You look like you’re about to pee your pants!” “I really am,” she giggled back, “I’ve been holding it since before work started!” “Now why would you do that?” I asked. “I don’t know. Guess I just never got around to it.” She winked, crossing her legs. She bounced, and I heard the slosh once more. My heart stopped. Why did she wink at me? That certainly wasn’t wink worthy in any other conversation, why me? Why NOW? And WHY is her bladder so full I can hear it!? “Well, are you planning on going anytime soon?” I asked. “Hmmmm.... eventually.” She mused, still pee dancing in front of me. “I was kind of falling asleep over there, so ironically enough, It’s helping me stretch my legs-” My raging erection would be impossible to hide in a minute. “- and I’m not sure if you’ve tried to go to sleep, but you had to pee really bad? It doesn’t work. You’re up all night!-” She wringing the edges of her pencil skirt with one hand. I was probably drooling at this point, I don’t quite remember.... “- and dancing in heels is supposed to be a good workout. Any kind of dance!” She giggled, raising her leg up and pressing her thigh into her crotch. “If you start looking any better no ones gonna get any work done around here!” I teased, watching her legs on fascination. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” “I might.” “Am I distracting you?” “Just a little...” “Is it the pee thing?” “It’s a little bit the pee thing.” “What’s so distracting about it?” Still pacing in place. One leg, then the other. Back, and forth, back, and forth..... For me it was common sense. A gorgeous girl desperate to pee is about as exotic as it gets. As her thighs raised rhythmically off the ground, clicking her heels on the floor, her bladder sloshing in my ears, I cracked. I broke. I came clean, it’s the honest thing to do after all. “I’m not sure how to describe it.” “Try me!” She giggled, raising her thigh once more. “Have you never seen a girl desperate to pee before?” “Well.... not really. Not like you. It’s like.... you don’t see girls having to pee really bad ever day, unless you’re a bouncer at a bar. I’m not that lucky.” ”Lucky?” She said curiously. ”Wait now, lemme finish! Even then, you don’t see them dance around, like, urgently. And I guess it’s just that, you’re this gorgeous girl, and you have to pee, and you’re dancing around in front of me, and you won’t go pee. Not because you can’t go pee, but because you won’t go pee. It’s just, exotic I guess.....” I hesitated, but knew I had to continue. “.....And then there’s this sloshing noise that I hear every time you dance around, and that’s really distracting too.” “Ohhhh. That!” She giggled as she curtsied with quivering thighs. “I think you’re just hearing my pee slosh around inside my bladder.” She gestures toward her little bladder bulge. “Yeah, I kinda figured. At least I know I’m not hearing things!” She bent forward with he hands in her crotch, squeezing tightly. “I have to pee so bad you can hear it. Funny right? It happens every now and then. But no one else has ever heard it though. I mean, maybe someone else has, but I’ve had to pee pretty bad plenty of times in my life. And like, I’ve seen a few people glance my way as they walked by me, or from across the room, but you’re the only person I’ve ever talked to that’s actually heard it.” “That’s comforting, oddly enough. So I’m not crazy?” “No, you’re just a pervert.” She teased sticking her tongue out at me. “What!? You wanted to know!” “That’s true, I did.” “No kink shaming in this cubicle!” “I know, I’m teasing. I’m just flattered you think I’m exotic!” “You were exotic before-“ *SPURT* “What was that?” “What was what?” “That spurting sound?” “Ohhh, you can hear that huh?” She giggled, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them. Tightly. “Ummmm, yes!” “You have good ears.” “What was it??” “You really want to know??” “YES!” I said urgently. I knew what it was. But I wanted her to say it. I needed her to say it. She didn’t though. She just stood there and smiled at me. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, and smiled at me. She squirmed, and writhed, and I watched. She watched me watch her, eyeing he squirming legs, her bladder bulge, and indulging with her full bladder, right in front of me. “You like this huh?” She teased, raising a plump thigh to waist level again. “I love this actually.” “Well guess what?” *SPURT* *SPURT* A trickle of pee ran down her inner thigh, stopping as it met her heel. “I’m peeing my pants Alex.” “I can see that.” “Not because I can’t go to the bathroom.....” *SPUUUURT* This time, a longer spurt, leaving drops of urine on the carpet as it spattered down her leg. “.... But because I won’t.” “This is incredible.” “Do you want to watch Alex?” “I would love to.” “I have to make it look like an accident though-“ *spuuuuurt* “-is that okay with you?” I nodded yes furiously. It was most definitely okay with me. “Okay. So I’m going to be pee dancing, sloshing away, from cubicle to cubicle. I still have all this mail to hand out. Maybe I’ll make it through, maybe I won’t. Who knows? But everyone in this office will know that I have to pee tremendously bad, so it doesn’t look like a private show.” “I’d like one of those one day.” “One thing at a time horny boy.” She teased, collecting herself. “I recommend you watch the show, most people like you don’t get a show like this. Ever!” She winked. And I watched. I watched her hips saunter away, her bursting bladder echoing in my ears, as she went from cubicle to cubicle, passing out the mail that she should’ve passed out probably 20 minutes ago. She did every move in the book. She wiggled her hips around, stepped from foot to foot, marched in place, and even placed her hands over the torrent of pee that was leaking out of her by the second. *SLOSH, SPURT, SLOSH, SPURT* Each step she took brought her closer to flooding her cute pencil skirt, and sending pee down her legs, pooling on the floor beneath her. I was bright red, my face burning with lust and envy. This beautiful girl was about to completely and totally piss her pants. And she was going to do it for me too. It sounds so weird, saying it to myself. A beautiful girl pissed her pants for me. She held her pee deliberately, passed up every opportunity to go to the bathroom, and now she was prancing around with a full bladder for my pleasure. Words can’t describe the lust I felt in this moment. It was simply ecstasy. The sloshing of her bladder around the office began to crescendo, like the swells of an ocean rocking and slamming against a boat, seconds from capsizing. She passed my desk, completely frantic, The sound of rushing water filling my ears. *triiiiiiicccckllllleeeee* She was stepping frantically on the spot, a pee stain on the front and back of her skirt, where she had already leaked as she pranced around the office attempting to finish her job. I could see pee steadily trickling from the crotch of her skirt, running through clenched hands, snaking down her legs, and pooling in a tiny piddle puddle at her feet. “I’m peeing Alex, I can’t hold it anymore. I’m seconds from bursting all over the floor.” “I know.” “Do you want me to do it here?” “You can hold it a little longer.” “Alex, I really can’t. I’m literally peeing right now.” “Okay. Well can I make one last request then?” “As long as it doesn’t involve me moving any further than this cubicle.” “I can work with that.” She smiled. Her face red with effort, thighs quivering, she walked into my cubicle and stood knock kneed next to my chair. “Can I put my hands around your waist?” “I would love for you to put your hands around my waist Alex.” I walked closer to her quivered, desperate body, writhing in place, and calmly placed my hands on her delicious hips. She relaxed for just a moment, her rigid posture easing with my touch. “Is that better?” “Much better.” “Good....” All at once, with her body pressed against mine, I pressed on her bladder.... *WHOOOSH* Like someone turning on a sink, or more accurately, the rushing water of a shower faucet, pee sprayed from underneath her skirt, running down her legs like a waterfall, and splattering all over my cubicle. The shins of my pant leg were also caught in the flood, pee dripping onto my leg and covering my shoes. I looked her in the eyes, and the pitter patter of pee hitting the ground was a perfect soundtrack to the bliss that crossed her face, the face of a gorgeous woman avidly pissing herself in front of me. Bliss turned to arousal as she bit her lip. I kissed her passionately, moving my hands from her bladder to her ass. I squeezed her closer to me by her ass cheeks, immersing myself in our sensual exchange to the sound of her glorious accident. ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... And then I woke up. A guy can dream can’t he? ?
  17. rachelkirwan

    A Trail of Droplets

    A Trail of Droplets So many of you will know I’ve spent a while in academia, mostly as a grad student, and while I’m happy with my current job working for a non-profit helping people, every so often I hear the call of the ivory tower. Last Tuesday was one such time. I had the day off, and decided that rather than do housework or run errands, I’d head up to UBC (the University of British Columbia) and explore the beautiful campus a little and maybe check out the library. It was hot and lovely out, with flower petals blowing about in a classic west-coast petal storm, and I decided to wear a slightly above the knee length black pleated skirt, and because it was a little blustery out and this particular skirt is rather susceptible to exhibitionist-inducing wind gusts, I slipped a pair of tight black stretchy short shorts over top of a pair of day of the week panties (Tuesday of course). On top I had on a light lavender form fitting golf shirt, and a little black vest that is more a fashion accessory than anything else. Building on the ‘French’ look, I pulled on a cute black barrette. On my feet I had ankle-length white socks and typical black flats, comfortable for trudging about, as UBC campus is rather large. After a big and rather late breakfast which included toast, some fruit and a huge mug of green tea, I popped a big water bottle and some fruit bars into my purse, popped on some sunglasses, grabbed a book to read on the way there, and headed out into the world. Halfway along the short walk to the Skytrain I was glad I’d pulled on the ‘safety shorts’ as the blowing wind lifted and twisted the pleats of my skirt, flashing my shorts to passing motorists. The trip to UBC was uneventful, thought I did have to dash into a Starbucks when I transferred as the green tea has filled my bladder to a perilous degree. I was about a 8.5 when I finally got to the loo. After I arrived at UBC I walked around checking out the campus. I’ve been there before, but usually I’ve visited for a purpose – to pick up a book at the library, go to a lecture or sporting event, that sort of thing. This time I had all the time I could be more itinerant and exploratory. After some wanderings, I headed over to the SUB and grabbed a big lunch. I took the opportunity to empty my bladder and refill my water bottle which I’d drained. I also helped myself to a big bottle of green tea with lunch. After lunch I set myself the task of exploring the library. I just love libraries in general and could spend probably all day just wandering about, looking at books, displays, and people studying. I eventually found myself in the philosophy section and browsed the shelves for anything that jumped out. I found a couple interesting new arrivals and hauled them over to a study nook and skimmed them for a good couple of hours. I kind of lost myself in the process, and reveled in this. I used to be able to do this when I was in grad school. Just sit there and lose myself in a subject for hours and hours. I spent a couple of hours sitting from my water bottle and working my way through the books I’d collected and when I got up to go and peruse the shelf some more I noticed that my bladder was very full. A surprise 8 which I had not noticed as a result of my book stupor. I’d spent many an afternoon in the library whilst in University thinking naughty thoughts and occasionally engaging in some desperation and diaper fun. I wondered if I could hold it just a little longer and gather another collection of books. I reckoned I could and went back to the shelves. Urgent calls from my bladder detracted from browsing the shelves. I hopped about a little when looking for books on higher shelves, and surreptitiously holding myself. When I squatted down to look at lower shelves, I subtly sat on my heel. After about 15 minutes of fidgety searching I had gathered a small pile of books and returned to my study nook. I should note that the little study cubbies around me were full of students studying and working on various projects and papers, or doing stuff on their phones. I feel a little old thinking that too many of them were on their phones rather than studying. While reading I put in my headphones to blot out the sounds of keyboard tapping, coughing, and shifting about that is associated with these kinds of activities. While I attempted to keep my dancing and other visual signs of desperation as subtle as possible, but I could have been overtly holding myself, as most of the people around me were entirely absorbed in their own activities. Even when perusing the shelves, there were very few people around me at all. Back at my study nook, my bladder was at an insistent and uncomfortable 8.5 and I tightly crossed my legs while sitting and picking up the book on the top of the pile. Whereas earlier I had easily fallen into a book stupor, this time it was a little more difficult. My mind wandered, returning to my insistent bladder. I fidgeted and my chair squeaked, earning angry looks from a couple of the people around me. After less than 10 minutes I realized that I was going to have to visit a toilet. I marked my spot in the book I’d been trying to skim, and removed my vest leaving it on the chair to mark my seat (given the time of the year, it had been hard to find a free cubby and I didn’t want someone re-shelving my carefully selected books. I tucked in my chair and then, realizing that I could not be so cool and collected, I rushed over to the elevator. While I’d seen washrooms on this floor, I had it in my mind that I’d use one on a different floor, with the requisite naughty and subtly exhibitionistic desperate dash. I decided to go to one on the top floor, and crossed my legs tightly while waiting for the elevator to arrive. My hands, almost of their own accord, crept towards my crotch, and rather than avoid holding myself, I shifted my purse with my other hand so that it covered the front of skirt and obscured the fact that my hand was now wedged between my legs from the casual observer. I was being as subtle as I could, and the majority of people around me were oblivious, with their faces on their phones, books or otherwise distracted. There were a couple of other people around me waiting for the elevator, one young woman talking on her phone, and a couple of young men, one staring at his phone and the other staring at the young woman talking on her phone. The elevator seemed to be taking forever and I jiggled one foot desperately despite my legs being tightly twisted together. The doors finally opened and a press of people walked out breaking around me and scattering in every direction. I uncrossed my legs and removed my hand and taking small steps, scurried into the elevator. There were a couple of people in there already, and the button for my floor was already pressed. I glanced around, not taking time to register who else was in the elevator, and took up a position in the corner. My legs once again twisted together and my purse moved into place. I felt a gaze on me and looked up to see one of my elevator mates, the previously mentioned young man with the wandering eye. I smiled sheepishly and made a conscious effort to not hold myself, and instead gripped my purse in front of myself with both hands now, in a ‘that’s what I had meant to do all along’ kind of move. I was really desperate at this point, an insistent and almost painful 9, and in addition to double crossing my legs, I could not stop jiggling, just a little bit. I was only going a couple of floors, but I felt the gaze of the guy on me the whole way. I pretended to check my phone, and when I did, noticed him whisper something to his companion, who then looked up at me. I only noticed out of the corner of my eye but it still made me blush none the less. As we arrived on my floor, I shoved my phone into my purse and impatiently waited for the people in front of me to exit the elevator. My legs were once again uncrossed and I was dancing (subtly of course) on the spot, jockeying for position momentarily. I was almost the last out of the elevator and as soon as I existed, I turned to look for the loo. I started down the hall and could not see any obvious signs. I was about twenty strides down the hall when I felt my body, without warning, involuntarily release a small squirt of pee into my panties. I gasped. I stopped walking immediately, crossed my legs and bore down, stopping the flood before it did more than just soak the gusset of my underwear. I was largely alone now, with most of the people who had left the elevator having already dispersed, there was a couple behind me, who I noticed looking over my way when I had gasped. Regardless of their stares, I shoved my hand between my legs (only partially obscured by my purse). Looking over at them, I noticed that I had turned the wrong way, and that the washrooms had in fact been very close to the elevator, just in the opposite direction. Throwing dignity to the wind, I power walked as quickly as I could whilst bearing down and keeping my legs together, and headed towards the washroom. When I was about 10 yards away from the door, I pulled my hand away from my crotch, and broke into an all out sprint. The longer strides and lack of support were catastrophic. After my first step I felt a serious leak flood my underwear. Another accompanied my next step, and as I pushed the first door open, my bladder began to release completely, in a classic key-in-latch accident. I was peeing freely as I strode across the washroom to the most clearly available stall. I felt like my entire crotch was soaked and I could feel little rivulets of pee running down both legs. But most of all I could hear the faint sound of the drips I left on the ground. The tops of my socks also felt warm. The washroom was thankfully empty, from what I could tell in my haste. And I rocketed into the nearest stall and without locking the door or pulling down my safety shorts or panties, I sat myself down onto the toilet and let the remainder of my very full bladder drain into the toilet. Rather than the usual sound, it made a complicated drip, dripping sound as the pee filtered through my clothing. It continued for a good couple of minutes after I was empty, such was the shameful state of my under things. After the dripping had mostly subsided, I took stock of my situation. My skirt had mostly survived the bathroom accident unscathed, there was a faintly damp spot in the front where I had been pressing it into myself, and I padded this dry. Only then did I get up and lock the stall. I then shimmied off the wet shorts and panties, careful to avoid getting too much pee on my socks and shoes. These were so wet that I needed to wring them out into the toilet. Both were un-wearable, although in my experience, the shorts could be dried quickly with some patting with toilet paper and air drying. This was not my first wetting accident in these shorts – I used to wear them under my field hockey skirt and rare was the game when they wouldn’t get a little wet from a leak or sweat. I put these on top of the toilet paper dispenser and took stock of my shoes and socks. There were a couple of droplets on my shoes, which were easily wiped dry. The socks had avoided most of the accident. While there were very visible medium-sized wet spots around their inner tops, it seems as though most of my pee had been caught in my under things, had made it to the floor, or had got on my inner thighs. These I dried carefully with toilet paper. I padded my socks mostly dry, and rather than remove them (in a public washroom?) I rolled them down, concealing the wet spots, and keeping them off my skin. For those of you who know me, I do typically carry an emergency backup pair of panties in my purse, and today was no exception. I fished these out from their little baggie and slipped them on. Like the pair I had very recently soaked, these were light cotton, white with yellow trim (and a little worse for wear, I’ll need to sell these ones soon or toss them, I hadn’t noticed a rather large tear on them until this day, unless one of you perverts wants to buy them). I then attempted to stuff my wet panties and safety shorts into the baggie. It was intended for panties only and there wasn’t enough room for my shorts, so I folded these as carefully as I could, and tucked them into my purse. Clean up complete, I ventured out of the stall. Thankfully the washroom was still empty, which I thought was surprising. I had heard someone come in while I was undertaking my extensive cleanup, but I must have taken longer than I had thought. Walking over to the sink, I blushed a little when I noticed that there was a clearly visible trail of droplets leading from the door of the washroom to my stall, tracing the progress of my accident, very obviously. While I’d been a little too flustered with cleaning up from my accident to take a picture, I pulled out my phone and snapped a shot of my trail of droplets to commemorate this very unplanned and rather spectacular accident. I washed my hands, composed myself, and ventured back out to try and find my study nook, books and vest. This time, I took the stairs. The rest of my visit to UBC was uneventful, though the walk to the bus and home certainly resulted in a couple of passersby spotting my white panties, as the gusty wind continued. Hope you enjoyed my experience, as a heads up, all the panties in this story are available for sale! Just drop me a line. Best, Rach
  18. jtarlipes

    Lara Croft

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  19. I was recently travelling around the UK with my lovely husband and at times, some of his family. I spent a lot of time with the in-laws and used to afternoon or evening jogs as a way of giving me some ‘me’ time. As you all know, that very often means a little bit of wetting fun. To on one afternoon, when the hubby and I were travelling alone north of Manchester, I decided to go for a little jog in the countryside. There was a lovely forested path not too far from our Air B&B, and I went out jogging in the forest a number of afternoons. Most of you will know by now that I have a tendency to leak a little while running, and this is particularly the case when doing impact training or running on very uneven ground. To avoid this I have a black quick dry running skort and always use the bathroom before I jog. If I’m in a gym (which isn’t too often), I’ll slip a pad into my panties as well. On this particular jog, I decided I would forgo all these precautions, and have a little wetting fun. So I pulled on one of my favorite pairs of panties, my pink Ariel Little Mermaid panties, and put a regular white short pleated skirt overtop of them. On top I was wearing a regular sports bra and tank top. When I left the Air B&B, my bladder was at about a 6 and was feeling pretty full. I almost had that sloshy feeling you get when working out with a full bladder. I knew that my pink panties were not going to stay dry for long. This was my first time exploring the path, so I wasn’t sure how busy it was going to be. It turned out that on this day, I only passed a couple of people, most of them teens who were mountain biking and an elderly couple who was dog walking. The path system had lots of paths and branches and I looked out for landmarks to avoid getting lost. This was a small UK forest but I didn’t feel like getting too turned around. Anyhow, I started jogging down the street and turned into the trailhead. I jogged for a little ways before I went down the first little gully and felt spurts of pee escaping into my panties with every impactful strive. By the time I reached the bottom, I felt as though my panties were thoroughly sodden. I got to enjoy the sensuous feeling of warm wet fabric quickly cooling against your most intimate parts. I look around and down at my legs. I was still alone in the forest at this point, and there was only a little tear-drop trickle of pee running down my thigh. I brushed this aside, and continued jogging. The pressure from the running was dramatically increasing my need to pee, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable. At this point, going up a small incline, I was overtaken by a couple of mountain-biking teens. I had that quick thrill one gets when it is possible that a stranger glimpsed up one’s skirt (given the incline of the hill, my running motion, the shortness of my skirt and the angle of approach of the cyclists). My already quick heart rate increased just a little. At first this was only on account of their possibly seeing my panties, but it only took me another second to realize that those panties were noticeably wet. Rational Rachel calculated that they teens were probably concentrating on going up the hill, but also that they were teen boys and I know how their minds work. I continued on, winding my way through the beautiful forest. Enjoying the feeling of running; not quite enjoying the full feeling of my bladder or the damp rubbing of my wet panties. After a short while, I approached another steep downward section of the path, I paused at the top, evaluating my bladder’s situation. It was sitting at an uncomfortable 8 and I knew that jogging down this hillock would certainly result in more leaks, regardless of my efforts to ‘bear down.’ So, after a moment’s pause, I pressed on, and instead of bearing down in order to hold back the leaks, I tried to relax. I say tried as it is pretty hard to relax anything while jogging down a steep decline. Now, with each hard step, instead of the usual small spurt, I was releasing serious spurts into my wet panties. I could feel the warm liquid hitting my inner thighs and knees. By the time I reached the bottom of the short hill, I was basically completely releasing my bladder. I stopped, spread my legs so that the pee would not run down my legs and get into my socks and shoes, and continued to wet my panties. I looked down and appreciated the small puddle growing under my on the hard-packed path, and the drizzling sound of the pee hitting the ground. Despite my previous leaks, I peed for about 40 seconds, and while I did so, I kept my head on a swivel in case I was interrupted. My sodden panties continued drip on the ground long after I had finished and finally bore down. After about two minutes of standing there dripping, I heard people approaching, and so I gave my butt a little wiggly shake to dislodge any other droplets, and continued to jog. My panties were not sufficiently dry and I could feel little droplets splashing against my legs as I jogged. I’m not a stranger to jogging in wet panties, but I wanted to have some more fun. After I passed the elderly couple who were walking their dog and would have spotted me standing in my shameful puddle had I not moved, stopped to deal with the ‘situation.’ I then pulled off my panties and inspected the damage. They were pretty soaked. I then used my skirt to dry my legs and girl parts. I now was faced with the dilemma of what to do. I decided to hang my panties up on a tree branch in the sun to dry, and pick them up on my way back. I could just as easily pulled them back on, but I was also excited about the possibility of exhibitionistically leaving them out to dry. The odd passer-by would know that someone had shamefully wet their panties. So I artfully hung them on a branch to dry, and snapped some pictures for you perverts. I ended up flipping them around so that Ariel was visible, she is super cute after all. After appreciating my little wet panty ‘kite’ stuck in a tree, I continued on my jog. I took about a 30 minute look and only had a couple more smaller leaks on steeper sections. On these occasions, with no panties to catch them, the droplets splashed out and hit my legs, skirt and the ground. I felt incredibly naughty jogging without panties, and very much enjoyed the feeling of the wind against my wet girl parts. I eventually looped around and returned to where my panties had been hanging. Or at least the general environs as to where they should have been hanging. They were not there. I ran back along the path for a couple hundred meters in each direction, just to check if I had the correct place, but my panties were nowhere to be found. I even checked my phone, lined up the photos with the same section of the path, and checked the undergrowth around where the panties had been hung. Still no panties. So I suspect one of three possible things occurred: 1) An enterprising squirrel found my skivvies and re-purposed them as a nest. At least any bedwetting baby squirrels will be able to blame stains on the bedding. 2) A helpful and environmentally conscious citizen recovered my underwear and disposed of them properly, I was in a way littering with them, and don’t litter. 3) Or, some perverted someone spotted my drying panties, and took them home with them for some salacious end. Anyhow, I am fortunate because I still have a pair of these back at home, as I bought multiple packs, and I did buy a ton of new panties on my trip. I do have other stories about these panties from earlier in the trip, so stay tuned for these. When I got back to the Air B&B, my husband didn’t even ask why I was not wearing panties. After a quick shower he did get all kinds of laid. Hope you enjoyed! Rach p.s. if you ever want to own a pair of my panties that have been worn and/or wet (like a squirrel or forest pervert), check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
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  21. Desperate to pee in the car, Sosha frantically searches for a place to pull over so she can relieve herself. Will she make it? Well, sort of… We get to ride along with Sosha in this video as she is driving while desperate to pee. The narrow forest road doesn’t offer much in the way of areas to pull over, so she has no choice but to try to hold on until she finds a place to stop. Eventually, she does find a place to pull off the road, but her bladder is at its limit. She bursts out of the car and runs into the bushes to relieve herself, and we follow after her. A moment later when we catch up we find that she has just started to wet herself. Apparently, she had some trouble getting her shorts unfastened and couldn’t hold back the flood. Sosha is absolutely humiliated to be wetting herself. She tries her best to hide the rapidly growing wet patch on her denim shorts and cover her face to hide from the camera, but we persist after her. There is no way she can really hide that she had an accident. Embarrassed, she reacts with anger as she tries to hide from the camera and storms off. vid_867.mp4
  22. I've recently started work on my first job. In order to get to my office (or back to my home), I have to travel about 2 hours by public transport. I usually use the bathroom before leaving the office, to avoid unwanted desperation on the way. However, today I didn't (on purpose). I had two cups of coffee and two cups of tea at lunch, together with half a litre of water. I took my last bathroom break at 14:30, and left the office at 16:45 (having started early today). When leaving the office, I filled up my bottle of water again, already feeling a slight need to pee. A short walk and a bus ride later (bumpy, but nothing too bad) I quickly hurried to my train. My train left the station at 17:15, and by that time I was finishing up the first half of my water bottle. Halfway the ride I still felt fine, with only a slight need to use the restroom, so I drank the rest of my water bottle. I had to change trains about 30 minutes later, and by this time I was starting to feel desperate to go to the bathroom - normally I would have disrupted my commute, searched for a bathroom and resumed my journey after peeing - but not today of course. Instead, I bought a bottle of Ice Tea Green, and drank it on my next train (a ride of 30 minutes). In case you want to picture this in your head, it might be nice to know what I'm wearing at this point in the story. I'm wearing a light pink blouse, with a dark grey woollen skirt and nude pantyhose. Underneath that, I'm wearing a black body, bra and panties (very boring, all the same colour). I'm wearing white suede shoes which (and I want to stress this) I do not want to get wet or dirty because they are a nightmare to clean! I'm accompanied by my grey and black backpack, which houses empty lunchboxes, and my office supplies and laptop/charger. Once I got off the second train (it was almost 19:00 by this time), I started cycling home. I took a quick detour past the grocery store, to buy some things I had forgotten yesterday. When I entered the grocery store, I noticed my desperation getting really worse, as if the water and Iced Tea I had consumed on the way were storming my bladder all of a sudden. I pressed my legs together while looking at the display, but I stayed strong. I jumped back on my bike, and made it home. During the bike ride I was feeling the "waves" of desperation hit my bladder, but the position and angle on my bike made it easier to hold it in. When I stood still, waiting for other traffic, was when it really became difficult. At about 19:10 I made it home. I had a sudden wave of desperation hit me as I was stepping into the house (the famous 'key in the lock'-effect? or whatever it is cold), and I had to press my legs together to hold it. I quickly took off my shoes, and put my dinner in the microwave. I eyed the toilet, but decided to hold on longer (because: why not?). While my dinner was warming up, I put away my groceries, dancing between the different kitchen cupboards in desperation. I ate my food while standing in the kitchen, sometimes physically holding myself to help with the desperation. While eating dinner, I drank another bottle of water, but slowly since the desperation seemed to increase with every sip of (fridge) cold water I was drinking - I blame some kind of mental effect. It's about 20 minutes since finishing my dinner, and I still haven't used the restroom yet. Instead, I'm sitting behind my desk in my home office, wiggling in my office chair in an attempt to make it easier to be desperate and type at the same time, with yet another full bottle of water next to me. I made it home, but let's see how the night is going to end...
  23. Hello everyone, I want to bring to you another of my wetting fun times, but I regret that this will be my last for some time. The primary reason being that in the process of making this little film for you (or more precisely taking photos after the video), I dropped my camera which was damaged. I will talk a bit more about this later but let me tell you about my fun and naughty times before discussing the sad fate of my camera. So I’ve been making a fair number of films lately, I find my interest in wetting myself for pleasure comes and goes in waves, not entirely unconnected with my cycle. I’m still figuring out how it works and what makes it more acute. But anyhow this was about a week ago (early October) and I was feeling particularly naughty. It also happened to be laundry day which considerably encourages my naughty times. I can be a naughty girl but I’m also practical and a poor student. I’m not inclined to wash things in my sink unless I absolutely have to and well jeans take a while to dry. So as it was laundry day, and as I want to try to showcase different kinds of panties in my wettings (cause you never know what people like and it’s fun to try different stuff), I decided to put on a pair of my largest granny panties. Yes every girl owns a pair of these whether they are willing to admit it or not. I bought these a while back in a bout of feeling a little heavy and they have a control top of sorts. As you can see in later pictures (or can you), they are silky tan coloured and they usually come out underneath certain formal dresses I have. But today I decided to put them on under my favourite pair of jeans. So I put on my granny panties and jeans, along with my favourite purple striped socks (why is it that purple show wet the best?) Along with a black top I wear far too often. I find I’m becoming pretty lazy with clothes and choosing them as I get further along in my degree, I might just risk becoming one of these grad students who wanders around campus in nothing but PJs, though I’m not at that point yet. I also decided to do a different kind of shoot. As you know, I usually put the camera on the little ledge and I’ve taken most of my videos from behind but this time I wanted to show the front. Funny aside but ever notice how when you do a film from one side that the pee tends to run down the opposite? Anyhow so I wanted to shoot a POV shot looking down as I had an accident. This meant that I could leave it a little later than normal, as setting the camera up just right is always very challenging. This would be easier in a way but the challenge would be holding the camera steady when I was filming. I try not to jump about too much but you never know what will work when you really gotta pee. So this was about 3 in the afternoon, I had done quite a lot of work during the day and decided to reward myself with a little fun. I changed into my fun clothes and started drinking. Now I had visited the loo earlier in the afternoon, probably around 1:30-2:00 (I can lose track of time if I’m really getting into things), but when I started I didn’t feel like I had to go, but I was definitely not empty. The one thing I like about control top panties, and the pair I had on, was that they come up way over the waist line of your jeans, so if you wiggle about, you can feel the jeans rubbing on the satiny fabric of the panties. Say what you will about how they look but they can feel amazing. This was what I changed into: So I had tea, this always seems to go right through me, I know is the caffeine and well I’m not really much of a coffee person (old habit). So I made a pot of Earl Gray and settled in with a good non-fiction I’ve been trying to work on. Now I’m a fast reader, it comes with spending large portions of my day reading, so by the time I had finished the pot (which came out to about 4 medium sized glasses, each with sugar and soy milk, of course), I had been about an hour and a half and I had finished off a good 100 pages. I’m reading a book about American political culture, (Deer Hunting with Jesus) to help understand American voters (or lack thereof) a little better. All you American members should go out and vote (or burn your passports I don’t care which). Ok so by this time I had to go very bad. My reading speed had dropped and well those of you who follow some of my posts know I’m not one for making really long big holds, I simply can’t do it. So I decided at this stage, and I was probably about an 8 or so, that I would head down and get ready for my video. I purposefully didn’t prepare my video/shower kit before sitting down to read so I had to bounce around the room getting everything together, I always forget something if I leave packing until the last minute, and this time it was a change of panties. So this took a good 15 minutes, and by this point I was jiggling about. This is the best way for me to hold when I have to move about, and well you can see me doing some of it in the first 30 seconds of the video. Anyhow I got down to the showers and someone was in my special shower/bath room and so I had to wait. As some of you know this is the sort of private room with a bath/shower and sink. Whereas all the other stalls are simply little narrow, well stalls which make it very hard to shoot in them. I needed to film in my little room but it was occupied. So now, still around an 8 on the old scale I put down my bag and hopped about the shower room. Why is it always full of almost empty shampoo bottles? Who uses bottles anymore and why are they such slobs? Well I could hear the water running in the small room and knew the person was still showering. How long would it take for them to finish, dry off, change and possibly fix hair, do makeup etc.? I continued to hobble about and started criss-crossing my legs, you can also see this in the first 30 seconds of the video, as I tried to hold on just a little bit longer for you guys! ;) So now I was really desperate, about 15 minutes had passed (who can count when you are bursting to pee), and the shower was finally off (I mean who takes such long showers…) and I had already had a few tiny leaks. They sort of dribbled out today, no uncontrolled spurts drenching the gusset of my panties, just a slow dribble, meaning I was very close to a 10 and having an accident. I was still in 9 territory, which for me is as good as a 10, and I started thinking about either going in one of the stalls or calling it off. I was not entirely committed to the video and the hold, there is a washroom just around the corner and I could easily have nipped in there, and gone up to my room with dignity intact, damp panties, but no video. I could also have nipped into one of the stalls but they are very narrow and have terrible light so the whole thing could be a waste. Well I was thinking through my options and had decided to stand absolutely still with my legs crossed tightly and my foot jiggling while I gave the person another 2 minutes. I was lucky, I hard movement inside the room and it was clear the person was on their way out. I quickly uncrossed my legs for an instant and shot a hand between my legs to see if the little dribbles had made their way through my panties and made a patch on my jeans. They had not. I kept my hand there with my shower/video bag covering it when the bathroom (yes its actually a room for taking baths so this is accurate) door opened and the person came out. Yes this is a co-ed shower, this is why there are stalls with benched and the bath room, so people can get some privacy but the middle room onto which all of the shower stalls lead, is co-ed. Out of the bathroom came Joe (not his real name), who is doing an MPhil on law. We’ve chatted at bit during formal halls and in the bar and he’s a nice Asian-America. He said hi and I nodded and sorta smiled/grimaced, not trusting my voice at this point and not wanting to get into a conversation of any length. As soon as he was clear of the shower room I hurried in, threw down my shower bag and pulled out the camera. I really had to go but needed to take a few before shots, so I put the camera on the ledge and did one self timer shot of me in my jeans (see above), this was after the mandatory forgetting to put the self-timer on shot and getting one of my hand. Then I grabbed the camera and jumped into the shower. I was breathing very heavily at this point under the strain of holding it in, and also my heart was beating as a thousand scenarios flashed across my mind involving what would have happened if Joe had not come out just about when he did. And I shot this video: JEans Oct GRanny Pantes.wmv As I said, I wanted to catch a little desperation, and this time it was very real. For the first 30 seconds you can see me bouncing about and crossing and uncrossing my legs. I didn’t want to bounce about too much, and I wanted to, but I knew it would be bad for the video. At 28 seconds I lost a spurt, not a dribble this time but a good sized spurt. And you can see me gluing my thighs together. Then I tried to hold on a little longer. I think if I had been in public (or still outside of the bathroom) I would have held on for a little longer, but it was starting to hurt, and I was worried about doing damage. At 33 seconds I released a little more, a conscious spurt which never really stopped (I couldn’t get it under control), and I could feel the warmth spreading down the back of my thighs. Again funny how the pee spot always spreads away from the camera! I was not in control but I was not totally peeing either. At this stage a small drizzle was coming out and slowly dripping down the back of my legs, it felt very erotic and I must say something about the slow spreading of warm liquid down my legs is so hot. I think if I can ever make another video that I will do one where I’m no desperate, but slowly let out a small bit by bit, slowly wetting myself, so I can feel the warm wetness blooming across my lower-half. I will certainly do this on my own soon. Drenching is fun because of the feelings of losing control but there is certainly something to be said about slowly wetting. At 35 seconds I tried to fix this by moving my thighs a little, squeezing my labia differently. This stopped the drizzle somewhat and for a few more seconds I was no longer peeing. I was certainly not dry, the gusset of my granny panties was soaked, as was the seat of my pants. The wet patch, in all its warm wet delight, had slowly migrated to almost above the back of my knees. At 43 Seconds I shifted myself a little more and I could feel my labia spread and open (as well as being fabulously wet), and I released. At 44 seconds I was no longer trying to hold anything back but I simply soaked my pants. This was a perfect sensual wetting for me, because I could feel the warmth of the pee slowly spreading across my inner thighs, and running exquisitely down my legs. Like a warm sun-kissed flower blooming. At 52 seconds it reached my feet, and I know how much some of you love feet, well I’m very happy with the result, as you can see, the pee slowly spreads across my feet in a beautiful pattern. At 1:26 I spread my legs, and lift my foot to show all you foot lovers what happens to feet when naughty little girls pee their panties. Now I then switched the camera on to photo mode and took a picture of my foot as well: Then I went about setting the camera up on the ledge to take a few after pictures of me in my wet pants. I set up the timer this time and stepped back into the bath, when the camera teetered and fell. Now it only fell about a meter and a half, but that apparently was enough. I set I back up again and took the shot and when I check it, it turned out like this: It was all grainy and the digital screen wasn’t working. So I thought I’d try it with the flash, and so I took these: Now I’m not one for technology but I do know to try turning it off and on again, so I did and tried again: No luck, my camera is broken. It’s pretty old so this could have happened any time, but well yeah, it’s totally screwed. These are quite literally the best pictures it can take. Well I was pretty depressed at this point, I didn’t really budget for a new camera any time in the next few years (you don’t even want to imagine what international student fees are at Cambridge…). So well yeah. I took a few more just to finish what I started, so here are the much praised granny panties and the result of my ‘accident’ . But well yeah, so I finished the shoot but my camera has only gotten worse, the lens cover does not close all the time and the pictures and videos are getting grainier and grainer. So this will be my last post for a while until I can work out some way to get a camera. I was chatting with a few member about this over the week and well I’m considering my options, I might put a call out to all members for help with getting an old digital camera, perhaps a wet panties for camera swap? Anyhow hope you all enjoy. Hugs Rachel
  24. So I’ve been a naughty girl again. First of all thanks to everyone who submitted advice on filming an upskirt wetting. I had some trouble with it and as you can see from some of the establishing shots, I tried it in the college showers (using a bike light for lighting) but it didn’t work out, so in the end I did it in my room with a very strange set up involving my dresser half open, my desk light on the ground and lots of practice. So before I go into the technical details let me set the scene. I’ve been wanting to do an upskirt wetting for a while. I always love watching the pee cascading down the thighs and legs and find it so hot and erotic. There is something much more intimate about looking up someone’s skirt rather than just seeing them wet their jeans or something. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a good jeans wetting like the rest of them but like a few people said they love seeing the gusset of the panties darken and glisten before the pee cascades down, drawing erotic lines along the inner thighs. Believe me it’s fun to do and so it must be fun to watch too. So from my previous post on this (http://omorashi.org/topic/9064-tips-on-filming-up-skirt-wettings/) I have been thinking about doing this for a while now. And yes I am naughty and think naughty thoughts rather more than I should lately (could it be hormones?). Anyhow, I drank a whole pot of tea (dark super caffeinated tea as I’ve been trying to finish two reports) for breakfast (at 10 I’m a grad student and get up late, one of the few perks) and had some juice at around 11. I’m not very good a big holds so I started setting up almost immediately after 11. I first got dressed (yes I lounge around my flat in my PJs a lot of the time, again one of the few perks of being a grad student, plus they are super silky and are great to hang out in). I put on my favourite summer dress, it’s a black and white sleeveless summer with black trim and a wild black and white pattern on it. And it has a cute little bow around the waist. It’s been cold here and I basically have to go outside to get to the shower so I also put on some black tights. Underneath I had a random pair of baby blue panties, I really should have re-thought my panty choice and worn my frilly black lace rumba panties but I didn’t think of this until it was definitely too late. I also put on my only black bra and a cardigan as these work with the dress. I took a few pictures in my room with a flash just to see how I looked and decided the dress would look even cuter with a petticoat. I’m a big fan of full dresses and love a frilly petticoat. And so I pulled on a mid-length black lacy one (one of the few I have, sigh), and took a few more pictures. And it did look cute, thought the petticoat does add more shadow and lighting problems. So I got together my ‘shower kit’ and camera and brought along my strongest bike light, some blue tack and my vibrator (no messing around this time, plus it’s a little slim rechargeable one and heck you could take this anywhere, and probably should). So I went down to the usual bath/shower room and took a few establishing shots, isn’t the dress cute? I always feel like Sookie Stackhouse from True Blood in a summer dress, especially the full ones. I think looking up the dress looks like something a French maid would wear, hence the title of this shoot, you could call me the naughty little maid. Or, maybe minute-maid…(The pun will make more sense below). So at this point I was getting pretty desperate. For some reason with tea it’s not one of those really deep and strong desperations for me, rather it’s more like a very acute needing to go, especially around the sphincter. Sharp sort of pushing rather than a throbbing bladder kind of desperation. So I mucked about with the Bluetac, light and camera for a while trying to get a good shot. The light was not strong enough and I could not get the angle right with the tub and counter and things. Then the batteries on my camera died and I basically gave it up and went back upstairs. To anyone who was watching yes, I could have a shower and emerge in the same clothes, with identical makeup, dry hair and all, I’m just that good. So I decided to opt for the floor of my room and use another Goodnite sleepmat. Not the best choice as they are expensive and I only have a few of them left. But well anything for you guys. So I spent the next 30 minutes digging up new batteries, and trying to get the light (I ended up using my office light) and the camera angle right. The biggest problem is that you can’t check the back of the camera to see if the you got the shot without moving it, and well this of course makes it harder to put it down for the next shot. I ended up using tape and pens as an outline and a pile of socks and part of my drawer to prop the camera up. Yes you can see the edge of the lamp in the shots as well. This shone right up my skirt. My vagina felt like a movie star! Now by this time I was really desperate. As I’ve said elsewhere, I really don’t like making movies when I’m super desperate because I can’t concentrate on getting everything right. I played around with the camera and light for, as I said 30 minutes, and couldn’t quite get it right, I wanted to be able to show my gusset and hold my legs open so that the pee would run down both my legs. I even experimented with ziplock bags but the image was terrible (and my camera sucks to begin with). So I was really having trouble concentrating and probably should have set up the angles better but I really couldn’t hold it any longer. Basically I got the shot lined up like this: And then was like that’s good enough. I was practically leaking at this point, a 9 on the old scale. Now I couldn't bounce around too much for the video (as some of you know I do dance about when I gotta go), and I also didn't want to hold myself as this would get my dress and petticoat wet, and there’s a different between washing your panties and tights in the sink and dry cleaning your petticoat and summer dress. So I basically got the shot set up and then stayed in my spot (I had the places for my feet marked on the ground using a hair elastic) I was able to cross my legs a few times but at this point I was on the verge of wetting myself. I actually kind of forgot that I wanted to have my legs apart so you could all see my crotch get wet and stuff, and ended up pressing my thighs together really hard. No I’m not one to leak when I’ve really got to go. I might have one or two leaks and then the floodgates open and I drench myself. But today was different. With my legs glued together I was able to hold it, somewhat and what resulted was basically a constant stream of little leaks. Wetting 3.42.wmv I probably could have stopped these about halfway through but there was no way I could initially and also once I got started, well, I wanted to finish for all of you. So the first minute of the video is me really trying to hold on. The panties I was wearing were pretty thick cotton (as you can see from the after pictures) and the gusset absorbed the first few leaks pretty well. And with the sort of compression of the tights, the wet panties were really warm against my labia. Anyhow, so at 0:59, I let out the first leak. I had no idea what was going on down there, except the pee wasn’t really running down my legs, it was sort of running along my panty line and dripping off my bum. So throughout most of the film you can hear this drip, drip, drip, of the single spurts slowly making their way through my panties, tights, and then onto the floor. I tried shifting a few times to get it to run down my legs but I dared not move too much for fear of messing up the shot, which you can see is pretty well framed if I do say so. What you see here in this film is probably the longest wetting I’ve ever done. Usually I release and floosh, I’m drenched and it’s over. But since I was only letting out small spurts at a time (sometimes bigger ones like 1:30), I basically had pee running down my legs and off my bum for more than two minutes, which was very hot indeed. So a bit of play by play. After my big leak at 1:30, I managed to control things better and started letting out smaller leaks. As you can see it was all running down my right leg and so I shifted about trying to get it a little more even. Also with all the shifting you can see at times a hint of my panties through my tights which I think is super hot. By 2:40 I was letting out a constant small stream, trying to control it so it would not flood the mat I was standing on, or splash my camera. And by this time the pee was also running down the back of both of my legs. I will admit that I was throbbing in other ways and really turned on at this point. The pee kept dribbling out and running down my legs and onto my calves. It’s strange the tights are sort of more athletic tights than panty hose, and they do strange things with pee. I stopped filming once I stopped peeing, but I probably could have stood there for another minute or two and let the pee keep running down my legs as it was still dripping when I stopped but I really didn’t want to. I was very aroused by this point and needed a different kind of release. So I quickly shut off the camera and light (I was worried about it setting socks on fire) and took a shot of my puddle for you. As you can see kind of missed the centre and almost made another puddle on my carpet. But those little Goodnite mats are pretty good. Anyhow, I quickly took off my tights and panties and got a shot for you all and then was out of my dress and petticoat. I also took a few pictures up my wet skirt: After towelling off my legs and feet I jumped onto my bed and lay on my front to play with my vibrator wearing only my black bra. I put the towel over top of my pillow and put my pillow between my legs, like I used to do when I was younger. And humped my pillow while pressing my vibrator into my clit. It didn’t take me long. Right before I climaxed I looked over at my puddle and wet clothes and that put me over the edge. Then it was off to do laundry. I hope you all enjoy, don’t forget karma and positive feedback J Hugs Rachel p.s. For those who are interested, yes those are my wet little footprints in the middle of my naughty puddle.
  25. Hello everyone! Nikolai with a little quick video! So, I didn't really need to pee all too badly but I really wanted to post my first video to OmoOrg, so here it is! ^~^ I peed in my one pair of sleep pants! They're super soft and absorbed a lot! I had to try and be quiet because parents are home! Living with parents sucks.. Shhhhh~ Also, for some reason, the video made my hips look extremely wide. I dunno what that's about hehe. Prolly the angle of the shot. Anyways, I am gonna try to post videos on here often, both wetting and a little bit of messing ;3 Hope you all like the video~ 20190428_143635.mp4