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Heya everyone, Vaine here. I wasn't planning on posting in here ever, since the only genuine accident I've had with my bladder was in first grade and obviously I have no desire to write about that. However, I realized yesterday that I do have some genuine memories of me discovering my pissing fetish and moments where I really enjoyed urinating. I realized I could share those. These stories and retellings will be slightly embellished to make them more entertaining to read but make no mistake these actually happened to me lol. The only thing I won't use is my real name for obvious reasons. I've told no one else about these before so... you all are the first ones to know about these aside from myself. Enjoy. ~Much Love, Vaine Steele Experience #1: First Time I Pissed in the Shower June 2010. I would have been 21 years old at the time. How time flies hmm? Anyway it was a rather unique month in the summertime for me, my apartment was being heavily renovated and my landlord was nice enough/rich enough to put me up in a cabin by Lake Huron for that month. It was a really fun time to say the least. I mostly just stayed inside playing video games on my X-Box 360, but most days I'd go for a walk and some days I'd go to the beach. One day I invited some of my close friends over and they made the like two hour drive to come see me. They could have stayed over but they had their lives to live as well so whatever. Regardless, this was one day where we all just enjoyed a warm relaxing day on the beach. It was a long day of swimming and sunbathing and basically no bathroom breaks. My cottage was only a ten minute walk from the beach anyways so if anyone had to go they could use my washroom if they wanted to. There were also outhouses like 3 minutes away from the beach but I doubt any of us would want to use those gross things. I don't know why but I didn't piss for almost the entire day. By the time I got back to the cabin my pussy was screaming at me. There was just one problem. My friends and I were covered in sand. There was a single shower outside of the cottage in what I guess you could call a backyard, with just a barely there wooden door and basic walls that blocked the vision of would be peeping toms. Since we didn't want to walk back into the living room with dry dirt on ourselves we had to wash ourselves off first. I was one of the last to rinse myself off, after all my girlfriends had already dried off and gone inside to hang out. By this point it was ten or fifteen minutes later and I was in a lot of agonizing pain. I had enjoyed watching peeing videos on the internet from time to time but this was the first time I was experiencing actual desperation as an adult. I honestly didn't know what to think of it at the time. When I walked into the small cramped shower I was super embarrassed as I clutched my crotch hard through my bikini. I became very self conscious of the numerous small cracks and holes in the wooden stall around me. If some fucked up pervert wanted to watch me, it felt like he easily could. Three minutes... no two minutes of quickly washing myself off was all it would take to clean this sand off of my legs, butt, back and hair. Then I could go inside and urinate in the safety of my own bathroom. I let out an audible cry of pain as I felt my willpower start to slip away. 'Come on...' I tried to encourage myself. 'Let's just get this over with.' I turned the shower on and I was instantly blasted with cold water. My lower body shuddered uncontrollably from the shock and I let out a weak and tiny moan as I felt my pussy lips loosen up. Fuck! This is not happening today, I thought to myself. I reached down between my legs and grabbed hold of my bikini bottom. The fabric was already starting to loosen against my slit. I began to untie it without thinking as it fell onto the sanded wood below, leaving me bottomless out here, with only thin planks between my ass and nature. As soon as my fingers touched my aching vagina I felt something incredibly powerful happen deep inside of me. My mind went blank. All I knew was that my bladder was about to burst and my brain couldn't keep up with what my vagina wanted to do anymore. The pressure in my lower gut reached a boiling point and I felt the urine start to dribble out of my slit. With all my strength gone I just stood there, and my embarrassment quickly transformed into sweet relief. My heart raced. I looked down at my leaking pussy. My eyes widened when I realized how much my labia had opened up. Droplets of yellow fluid poured out of me and started running down my legs and onto the planked shower floor beneath me. Within seconds the stream intensified and it was now louder than the running water. I bit my lower lip as I tried not to moan too loudly. I could feel my anus clutching with pleasure as my privates were just thoroughly enjoying this new feeling. I couldn't believe what was going on right before my eyes. I felt like... this was heaven. I kept looking down at my wet pussy as I smiled, still leaking a torrent of urine. My face was flushed red with excitement. I felt a little horny but more than that I just felt like I was on cloud nine. This new feeling for me... made me appreciate my obscure pissing fetish even more in ways I didn't even think were possible before. I had always thought of myself as a pretty normal nerdy otaku girl, who enjoyed a good orgasm every now and then but nothing really special. Now here I am standing mostly naked in a shower, completely soaking wet with my legs spread wide open while I'm pissing on the hardwood beneath me. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did this excite me so much? I must have been crazy to enjoy this. I wondered if other women and men were into this sort of thing as well. Did they ever stand in a shower and release themselves with such intensity? I didn't know. I guess I could assume so now, judging from some of the golden shower porn I've watched but damn. Who knows? My mind was racing as I continued to leak. I felt my vaginal muscles clench and contract again and again as the warm liquid flowed out of me. I was having trouble focusing on anything else besides my pissing pussy. My brain was spinning out of control and my clitoris was on fire. As my stream finally subsided I looked down and just saw the wet planks of wood beneath my feet. It was impossible to tell what was urine and what was water. The smell also went away very quickly once I finished peeing. I laughed lightly, I didn't expect to enjoy this so much. I cleaned the sand off of me and put my swimsuit back on before I turned off the shower and dried myself off. Afterwards I hung out with my friends until the sun went down, not mentioning my newest pleasure to a single soul. It was the beginning of a new sexual era of my life, although I didn't know it at the time. Every day since then, literally every time I've had a shower for the past thirteen years, I've peed in the shower. It's mostly casual these days but once in a blue moon it makes me horny enough to masturbate. Only sometimes though. If I ever had to share a shower with anyone... my secret would leak out, literally. -- Experience 2 and 3 should be up tonight, taking a break for a couple hours but I'll write em up afterwards. These are shorter than what I usually write but hey, nothing much else I can add to them really. I have 5 experiences I can post here, unless I remember more later on.

Well a few people yesterday showed interest in seeing a man peeing down a flight of stairs. I've been getting more adventurous this week so thought it would be fun to try and make their fantasy come true. You can watch the video and see the results below. I almost got caught as a mother and two children came down the stairs before I had finished. Enjoy and if anyone else has some crazy ideas let me know. 20220820_171102_1.mp4 20220820_171413.mp4

After two days of holds, I decided to give my bladder a break by wetting as often as possible whenever I got the urge, for the rest of the day. It was beautiful out so I decided to go mountain biking through the woods. Going over all the roots and bumps gave my bladder quite the jostling and it was hot out, so I had made sure to hydrate beforehand. In keeping with my promise to myself , I leaked in my shorts whenever I got the chance, standing up off my seat to let the trickles run down my legs. At one point I passed a loud creek that really made my urge increase, so I parked my bike and walked down to it so I could pee through my shorts into the creek. It was down a hill so I thought I was protected from people on the trail seeing but I did almost get caught! I ended up peeing all over my shoes in my haste to stop my stream. As I got closer to my house, I passed more and more people, but I'm pretty sure none were any the wiser that my shorts and bike seat were drenched with pee, as they were dark and quick dry fabric. That was my first time wetting on a bike and I can't wait to do it again. The speed and being in the woods lends an extra amount of privacy while still being public and the bumpiness of mountain biking is delicious on a full bladder.

Rewetting slow-mo by the river View File This is the follow up to this story and video: I would love to know if you enjoyed this. Submitter RewetC Submitted 07/14/2022 Category Male

I went on a new mountain bike trail near my home last weekend to work on my skills. With the hot weather recently, I found myself stopping by a small river on the way home to sit and reflect and eventually cool down in the water with my clothes on. I don't like bringing a backpack with me on short rides so i do it most conveniently. I had been thinking about slowly leaking into my shorts there for a while and this time I did it. There was no one close by having picnic. So I took my chance and let go, it felt amazing just doing it. My shorts are a dark grey and they show wetness, so I was keen to go for a swim in the water, but shortly after my wetting, a couple came to let their french bulldog play with the rocks in the water. They kept about 20m away from me and stayed for about half an hour. So I sat and waited until they left because I thought they might see my wetness. Meanwhile, my bladder filled up again. As soon as I was alone, I peed every drop out and recorded a slow-motion rewetting. Then I hopped in the water and cleared all evidence and rode home. The slow-motion can be viewed here: If you did, please let me know that you enjoyed this. IMG_1351.MOV IMG_1355.HEIC

My 5th writing, like my 4th (linked here), happens in no particular order in the context of my other stories, besides the first two. Here, Mali finds herself stranded in a city environment without access to a restroom anywhere with no way home for quite some time. How will she resolve?...Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, but has only had such experiences in private thus far. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, wishes to see Mali be the subject of more omo scenarios. ------- Prologue (Recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. Another time, Mali took a whole lonesome day to herself to see how long her bladder would last, and after nearly 7 challenging yet arousing hours, left a spotty, messy trail all the way from her carpeted room to the expanse of her bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Most recently, she was toyed with by Yuta on their drive home from a party, wetting herself and her car seat all the while. This time around Mali finds herself at the consequence of forgetfulness, business, and incompetence at her own expense out in public. With her bladder getting more and more full, she has to figure out how she'll improvise her way out of this situation, or she'll be subject to omo and humiliation. ------- It's a fair late summer day; sunny, about room temperature outdoors, and Mali is at work. She serves as a cashier to a busy summer food stand located on a peer neighboring the town she lives in. She wears an employee T-shirt and dirt-brown colored office pants that wrap around her legs tightly. On this particular day she had the closing shift with a partner of hers. Where she lived, the temperature rapidly dropped when the sun set, so the majority of people around this peer didn't even come around often around closing time, approximately 7:30 pm. The stand lost very little business that way and its employees never worked late hours, it was a win for everyone. Mali ran her shift, drinking occasionally but not stopping for bathroom breaks. Neither her need to use one nor her desire for omo action trumped the other, so she decided to stay neutral for the occasion. Unfortunately for her, the stars were already aligned for mishap. 2 days prior, her car refused to start up, and neither she nor Yuta knew why. They would have a mechanic come look at it, but that appointment wasn't until tomorrow. Her only choice was to go by bus to and from work, about a 20 minute drive start to end both ways. The stand was serving some final few customers right around 7:30 before Mali and her coworker would clean up and lock up shop. They did, and these two went their separate ways once they got off the peer. Mali secretly felt a little unrest in her bladder approaching the end of her shift, now more than a little approaching the bench at her bus stop. The sun was setting at this time, and the sky lit up a hazy orange, the sun reflecting off the water the peer inhabited. As she sat down, she felt a tingle near her stomach, her filling bladder becoming increasingly un-ignorable. It was at this point Mali felt conflicted. In her recent past she experienced the firsthand mistake of arriving home with a full bladder and no available toilet, something she enjoyed, but didn't exactly want. She preferred more controlled wettings, or simply the desperation aspect of bladder holding. She wasn't too keen of real accidents. Thinking of her current position, and of this preference, she told herself that it wasn't worth it today, that it'd be too risky to try and make it home at this rate. Her legs already were steadily bouncing trying to distract herself. She decided on trying to find a restroom. She ruled out trying to use the bathroom found behind the kitchen of the food stand out on the peer - it could only be accessed from the inside by employees, and her coworker had the key, not her. Her only other choice was to find a place around the bus stop to ask for one. At this time, the street sidewalks were still fairly occupied with people - neither crowded nor isolated. She got up, walking cautiously with her legs close together to prevent herself from wanting to let go, also keeping her bladder secret to herself. Each storefront or bar she came across though had disclaimer signs placed on their windows reading "NO PUBLIC RESTROOM" or "NO DRINK, NO BATHROOM", likely due to tourism and business owners doing their best to make as much cash as they can. Mali wanted to avoid spending on anything if possible, so she continued onward. She walked impatiently for nearly two blocks when she finally found one without one of these signs. She walked in, and kindly asked to use a bathroom. However, the lady at the counter said that she had to buy something first. Mali was perplexed, but soon realized that this store just didn't have such a sign explaining the lack of a public bathroom. She thought it was rather incompetent of the shopkeepers to not tell people this, but cut her losses and decided to purchase something. She picks out a small keychain near the counter and heads to checkout. As the lady at the register reads out her total, Mali reaches into her handbag and pulls out her wallet. Searching through it, however, she struggled to find her credit card. She double checked, triple checked but found no trace of it. She didn't carry cash with her either, meaning she had no way to purchase this cheap keychain. She apologized and hurryingly walked herself out of the store. She felt at this time that it was just better to take a calculated risk and get home in time to relieve herself. The pressure on her crotch became great, and it wouldn't be long before she would struggle to keep her urethra shut. She turned the corner back in the direction of her bus stop. She looked onward, horrified at the sight of her bus pulling in front of the stop, two whole blocks away. "Shit! Nonono wait!" she murmured. She tried to run but the jostling of her bladder didn't allow her to. She leaned forward to counteract her dicomfort, and managed a jog back in that direction. As she approached the first block she watched as the bus doors closed, letting on their last passengers. The bus picked up speed, and headed in the direction of Mali, on her side of the road. She waved her hands and even lightly jumped to get the driver's attention (which throttled her already weak bladder even further), but her efforts were futile as the driver plowed forward, leaving Mali in the dust, and in a bit of a panic. Holy shit Ineedtopeesobad. Crapcrapcrap what do I do... she thought. She walked the rest of the block back to the bus stop bench, just so she could have a place to rest. Her knees rubbed together as she walked, giving her stride a slight stagger from side to side. Most people walked by not noticing, but one or two questioned themselves why this girl walked so strangely. Mali goes to sit down, slowly lowering herself to prevent any sudden pressure increase. Instead she endured a gradual pressure increase, similar to the first time she sat down, but now with much greater severity. She leaned back on the bench to allow her bladder all the space it needed. Once she had herself steady, she focused on figuring out how to get home. "Yuta!" she muttered out loud. He was still at work, but would get out soon anyways. He was about another 20 minute drive away from where Mali worked, which served as her best option at this point as opposed to taking a near hour long walk home with a full bladder. Pulling out her phone, she dialed up his number. Y: Hello? M: Sighing Hi babe...I was wondering if you could come pick me up... Y: Why? What about the bus? M: Frantically I need to piss real badly so I went around looking for a bathroom but none were public and I couldn't buy anything and I missed the bus and... arghhh! Just get here quick! Y: Alright, relax, I'll be out of here in five. M: You better be! Hurry! She hangs up. At this time it's nearing towards 8:00, and the sun has fully set. The night sky progressively becomes more blue-shifted, and dark. Street lights begin turning on, making the area around the bus stop feel all more city-like. Mali squirms in the bench comprehending what she's gotten herself into. Oh my god there's no way I can make it she thought. There's actually no way I can do it. She twists her waist from side to side, unable to sit still. Her hands switch back and forth from gripping the bench and gripping her legs, in a useless attempt to calm herself. There weren't as many people wandering the sidewalks now, maybe one would pass her every 20 seconds, but each one of these passer-bys couldn't help but notice Mali's inability to be still. Some could even figure out that she was desperate. All of a sudden - *fffshhhh* Mali lets out several rapid, quiet gasps. She presses her hands into her crotch and feels as it grows in warmth and dampness. After a few moments a dark spot forms near the bottom of her crotch and just under her ass. Slowly, Mali moves her hands away and controls her breathing. She had to find someplace to go, someplace private, someplace that's not a bathroom or indoors. Mali makes an effort to stand up, and does. She feels warmth in her urethra but thankfully regains control and doesn't allow any more to spill out. Her new dark spot is visible both in her front and back, but is concealed due to the lighting from street lamps above. She hikes herself up and moves along the sidewalk, looking with longing eyes someplace to let loose. She placed her hand bag in front of her crotch to avoid being spotted, and prayed that no one could see her behind that well. At this point in her desperation, she practically waddled forward step by step. As her damp spot cooled, her tolerance decreased further. After what seemed like tens of minutes, Mali stumbles towards an alleyway between two buildings on the same block. The alley is nearly 6 feet wide, has few windows that lead into it, and contains no lights, only being illuminated by the street lights on both ends. There's large industrial air conditioners and trash cans strewn about the corridor, but no one to be found. *drip...drip* Ah!~ Guess this is it! Mali places herself in a corner between a wall and one of the air conditioners, and rests her back against the brick wall. She hastily sets her handbag off to the side, and undoes the belt buckle and buttons to her pants. She loosens up her pants from her hips, tugging them down push by push at a time, until her butt and crotch are in open air. She slides down the wall with her back, and gets into position. Her bladder becomes frail, and in an instant come out quick spurts of pee. Also in an instant, Mali hears footsteps coming from the opposite end of the alley. *psh. psshhhhh-* You gotta be fucking kidding me. A few small sprinkles coat the asphalt in front of her as the steps approach. She raises herself back up so she's standing on two feet, but bent over desperately pulling her pants back up. She's able to manage shoving her pants back up in front of her but isn't able to wrap them completely around her ass in the heat of the moment. The footsteps arrive in the form of a some big, heavy duty man going from place to place rather quickly. He only notices Mali once he crosses in front of the air conditioner unit, seeing her front side, unbuckled pants and hunched over. He doesn't know what to think of it, but pays no mind to it in the moment. All the while - *dribble dribble dribble frrrrrrmmmshhhh* Mali in all her efforts can't resist the urge any longer and pees quietly into her half-on pants, looking only at the ground as the man passes, solid streaks forming all throughout her pantlegs. The man is only a few feet past her when warm drops start trickling out the bottom of her pantlegs, forming a puddle. The puddle begins coloring the bottom of her pants a dark brown, Mali's walking shoes too soaking up drops from her leakage. Finally, the man begins to exit the alley, to which Mali shoves down her pants, nearly falls lowering herself down to the ground, spreading her legs and letting it all flow out. *FSHHHHHHHHH* Mali's stream roars behind the mans ears and all around the alley, piss rocketing from her crotch and onto the opposite wall. A second puddle forms underneath, making a violent splashing noise both off the wall and while pitter-pattering onto the ground. Mali's pants drip from excess liquid gold that flooded them not two seconds earlier. She stares off at the incredible mess she's making, being too powerless now to do anything about controlling it. She breathes heavily both out of tension and shock of what just happened as she finishes her release and watches as her stream diminishes to mere drops. Her puddle now stretched across the whole width of the alley, from the wall she splashed, through the bottom of her shoes, to right underneath her closely positioned, wet ass. Shamefully, she stands herself up, making small splashes as she steps in her lake. Having no other choice, she pulls her pants back up, tightly wrapping them around her ankles, legs, and butt, soaked and streaked with pee that came out as the man was passing by. From here she would have to wait until Yuta arrives, knowing full-well she couldn't bear to step out in public as the shameful display she had become. Upon Yuta arriving nearly 15 minutes after her accident, Mali sprinted over from the opening of the alley, opening the car door and throwing herself inside, leaving several pee drops to mark the sidewalk. Jokes and omo talk would encompass the conversation between the two on their ride home that night. ________ Thanks for reading, or at least scrolling down! Hope you enjoyed the read. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you'd like please lmk what you thought about it! Also, I'm always open to suggestions, different ideas, and situations to put Mali or Yuta through, so if you have any good ideas that you want fleshed out, lmk as well. : )

I seriously can't believe this happened! I walked to the store this evening to get a bottle of champagne. I put on a pair of black tights under my skirt because the sun went down and it's starting to get cold. One thing I love at this grocery store is that it has a cold water machine that chills your wine bottle while you shop. Unfortunately for me, water has a way of making me feel really urgent, even if I don't really have to pee that bad! So anyway, I chose my wine, set it in the cooler, and went to grab a couple more things. My bladder wasn't empty, but going to the bathroom was far from my mind. I returned to the wine cooler and checked my bottles. They weren't very cold yet, so I left them in. My fingertips were wet from checking the bottles, and that brought the first sudden wave of deseration. I instinctively tightened my muscles to avoid any leaks. I began to shift my weight from foot to foot because the sound of the water swirling made it impossible to relax. Every ounce of liquid in my bladder became very noticeable in a second rush of desperation. I was so frustrated. I barely had to go, but there I was, holding myself in public. A lady turned the corner and I quickly removed my hand to avoid embarrassment. She grabbed a red wine, and kept on her way. I decided that it wasn't worth it to stay any longer, so I reached for my bottles in the water. The machine hummed loudly, and right as my hand touched the water, my muscles gave in. I stood frozen in the aisle as a small stream of pee ran down my black tights. I slipped off my new shoes, not wanting to get them wet, and felt my underwear begin to soak. The nylons I was wearing were so tight that most of my accident was being absorbed by the fabric underneath. I stood with my legs crossed and wet my panties where I stood. I watched piss trickle down to my knee before disappearing. I was lucky that no mess had been made. Just as I went to feel the wet spot between my legs, a man turned the corner and began browsing the aisle. I nearly jumped with fear and panicked to find a way to casually grab my shoes without drawing attention to myself. I pretended to adjust the straps on them, and squeezed my legs together so he couldn't see they were wet. I slipped my shoes back on and hurried to the register. I waited in the long line for nearly 7 minutes. By this time, the champagne I had already drank this evening was beginning to catch up with me, and despite that small accident, my bladder was beginning to hurt. I paid for my items with cold nylons clinging to my legs, and left the store to walk home. I walked quickly and was aroused to feel my pussy grazing against my wet underwear with each step. I reached my apartment and was ready to burst. I knew my roommate was inside, and I couldn't bear to walk by him when I was clearly close to having an accident. I considered running in and heading straight for the bathroom, but I was so nervous that I stopped in the stairwell. I weighed my options as I began to squirm on the steps. I figured since I was wearing all black, it would be easier to hide an accident than it would be to hide my desperate run to the bathroom. I moved down to the landing closest to out door, pulled up my skirt, and wet myself on the stairs. Of course with my luck, I heard a neighbor's door. I panicked and stopped, just in case. I came inside, saw my roommate was thoroughly occupied with his game, and took a towel into my bedroom to finish ☺ 20210411_184623.mp4