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Princess Shuri lay fast asleep in her bed in the Royal Palace of Wakanda. She slept there in her satin pyjamas, she was dreaming about her friend Peter Parker. He is her best friend and in the dream he was kissing her and all very bizarre things to her, that he wouldn’t do to her maybe she was dreaming how she wants her future to be like. And then she had the most weirdest thing she ever dreamed about, she was in the entertainment room in the palace and with Peter. Him and her were watching a movie together and it was a scary movie, she didn’t know what one it was maybe it was IT or something. Anyway she got very scared in one particular scene and ended her fear wetting herself and while she was wetting herself Peter couldn’t help but stare at her pee running down her legs of her jeans. Shuri woke up she realised it was a dream but she did get turned on by the dream as she would love to be Peter’s girlfriend. Shuri went back to sleep and she shifted in position. Her hand was now under the bed where her crotch is and was about to give herself an orgasm, but then felt the crotch of her pjs were wet. She must’ve been desperate to pee while sleeping and then had a dream about it. She got up, she tried not to scream as it was 6:00 already. There was a huge stain on her pjs and the bed, she couldn’t believe how she wet the bed and had an accident like baby, she just couldn’t believe it. She took off her wet pjs and went back to sleep naked and hoped she would wake up before her brother so she could hide her accident from him.

View File Wetting and masturbation while locked out of the bathroom Locked out of the bathroom, a desperate girl frantically searches for the key but can't hold it in and wets herself at the door. She then masturbates through her wet underwear. No nudity is shown. Also, big props to her for doing this video over a carpet. That's pretty brave. Submitter Jörmungandr Submitted 05/13/2019 Category Almost made it Clothing Panties/Undies Skirt  

I like to do bar trivia, and back in the last city I lived in, I was in a very successful team (we ended up winning the city championship). But this story isn't about that, it's about an event that occurred after one of the games. After the trivia games I would go to the bus stop right outside the bar, and if I caught the right bus, it conveniently took me straight home in 10 minutes. If I took the wrong bus, though, it would be 30 minutes waiting, plus 45 minutes on the bus, plus a walk at the end. One thing that complicated things was that the right bus usually arrived right as the trivia game was ending, so if I wanted to catch that bus, it meant running to the stop the moment the game ended. No time for a bathroom break. That night it had been pouring rain all day, but the rain was finally starting to ease off. We won our trivia match. I had a tradition of keeping the note sheet on nights we won (I have a pile of them), so I kept the note sheet. As soon as the trivia ended, I checked the bus schedule on my phone. The bus was arriving immediately, and as I looked out the window, sure enough there it was. I had to pee, but not urgently, so I decided to make a run for the bus anyway, and just barely made it. I sat in the back like I usually do, not worried because I figured I could make it through the ten minute ride easily. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be ten minutes -- the rains had flooded many of the streets of the city, including the road that the bus normally used. As we approached the turn onto that road, a police blockade redirected the bus onto another street, the one taken by the bus that takes 45 minutes instead. Luckily, this bus ignored most of the stops on this road, since it was an express bus. But, then there was another police blockade, turning us onto a series of small residential streets. I was starting to worry at this point. The beer from the bar was moving to my bladder quickly, and the rain outside wasn't helping. Luckily, most of the people in the bus were near the front, distracted with complaining to the bus driver as if he could do something about the closed roads. So, I could hold myself without being noticed. After about an hour of snaking the long way around the city, the bus finally arrived just as the rain finally stopped. But, it was at the other bus's stop, because of the route the bus took. I quickly left the bus before anyone could notice that I was holding myself the whole way. The rain ending at this point was good and bad. Good, in that I didn't have to walk in the rain. Bad, in that I had to pee so urgently I wasn't sure if I could make it, and if I were already wet from the pouring rain, well... So, I ran to the door of my apartment complex, holding myself the whole way. I got to the door, and had to fumble with my keys to find the right one. I got into the building without leaking, and then into the main hallway, where the mailboxes are. By force of habit, I checked my mail (*shakes fist at force of habit*). That was when I realized that I was in more trouble than I thought. I then ran to my apartment door, leaking a few times on the way. At my apartment door I had to fumble with my keys again, and the leaks turned to spurts. My underwear was wet at this point, and it just starting to show on my pants. I got into my apartment, and without even closing the door, ran to the bathroom. But, it was too late. The instant I saw the toilet, I started peeing full force into my pants. I struggled to unbutton my pants, and then pulled out my penis, and somehow got it stuck on the bottom of my shirt, soaking it (hey, alcohol was involved...). I finally managed to pee the remainder into the toilet. I inspected the damage and there was a lot of it. My pants were soaked, my shirt was wet almost up to the chest. And in this condition I realized I still had not closed the front door of my apartment. So, I sheepishly looked into the living room to see if I could see anyone in the hallway, then I went and closed the door. I still had the note sheet from the trivia tucked under my arm. It was the only dry thing on me. edit: Uh... I meant for this to be in Wetting Experiences. How do I get it moved?

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Wetting Shorts after a Hold View File I had been doing a hold for a couple of hours, and I started to leak so I rushed to my bathtub and it all poured out into my shorts. If felt so good (°////°) (Also I'm sorry it's tagged as Male, but there wasn't any category for enbys so eh?) Submitter SaQra Submitted 04/18/2019 Category Peeing

A week or so ago I had my first unintentional experience of wetting. It was a bit of shock, but it was also a thrill, and I'd like to share. It's my first attempt at capturing this, and it all happened quite fast, so forgive the lack of style! I say unintentional - I tend to prefer desperation, and I've enjoyed playing around with holding at home. Occasionally those holds have ended with me losing control (perhaps I'll share those sometime, too). But this was different. I hadn't made any plans to hold , let alone to wet. Quite the opposite in fact. I was home alone of an evening. That morning I'd cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom up, then met friends for coffee. When I got home I had wine with dinner, and then proceeded to get caught in a long phone conversation with a friend. While I was on the phone, I got those early, 'I could sure use a bathroom break', feelings, but they weren't too intense. They were doing most of the talking, and there simply wasn't a good point to ask for a pause! As they went on, I noticed I'd tensed up a little, crossed my legs even. I caught myself in a slight squirm on the sofa as they said goodbye,, but when I got up, I found the pressure receded for walking around, and I got caught up in my chores. We had guests coming the next day, and I'd meant to tidy the place a little before my friend had called. Looking back, I think perhaps I've fallen in to an unconscious habit of always doing 'one more thing' before allowing myself to go. Anyway, I wanted to get a few things done before heading to bed. I straightened out the living room without any discomfort, and then headed to tidy up the bedroom. When I bent to pick up a few cushions from the floor, my belt dug uncomfortably into my bladder. I felt a dull ache, and sort of faint clenching feeling around my abdomen. I headed towards the bathroom in tense little shuffle, with one hand over my stomach - it felt soothing somehow. I was looking forward to some relief, but didn't have any great feeling of urgency. As I passed through the kitchen I saw my wine glass from earlier on the table. I decided to just quickly rinse it out in the sink so that it wouldn't stain, and that was my mistake. The sound of the tap running, and the water flowing over my hand sent me into a full blown desperation. I had to go, immediately. I felt a tight, rhythmic cramping in my abdomen, and I was shifting my weight from foot to foot as I fumbled to turn off the tap. It's only a few short steps to the bathroom, but my hands were shaking as I opened the door. My breath was coming in short gasps now, and my legs felt shaky. There was a steady ache, and I was having to consciously squeeze my muscles as hard as I could to keep from losing control. With my shaky hands I couldn't find the light switch easily, and while I searched around for it I started holding myself over my jeans to try and alleviate some pressure. It helped a little, but I still felt heavy, clenching spasms around my bladder. I got the light and headed for the toilet, unbuckling my belt with my free hand. As I worked at the buckle I noticed a slight tingling sensation, then felt a little warmth as I let out a single small leak. I felt the material of my shorts cling in that one spot, and I cursed under my breath. but it was only a leak. I was still hoping to make it ok. After all, I'd cleaned the room that very morning, and really didn't want to have to do it again so late at night! I clenched my muscles hard and drew in a big breath. I thought I had matters under control as I shuffled towards the toilet, both hands grasping at the top button on my jeans. But I did not. I felt another, longer leak, enough to soak my jeans a little, and then before I knew it I felt a throbbing feeling, and there were a whole series of well... spurts? Little jets? Far more forceful now, and much wetter.. the fabric of my trousers was clinging slightly to my leg and I found myself stood, just staring down. Honestly I couldn't believe how quickly things had gone from 'gotta go soon' to 'going right now'. Having been slightly panicky and annoyed, I was now mesmerised, and excited. The leaks got closer together, and very quickly there was a fairly constant stream running down my leg. I shivered a little, enjoying that first feeling of relief, but then I looked down at the floor (previously very clean), saw the small puddle by my foot, and dragged myself over to the toilet. I wriggled my jeans down and just plonked myself on the seat, still in my underwear, and let out a long, deep gasp or relief as I finally stopped trying to fight it. . It had happened so quickly, and afterwards I was a little shocked. Cleaning up afterwards, I noticed that my cheeks were bright red. It had all happened almost too quickly to take in. Once I'd gotten washed and changed, as well as that deep physical feeling of relief one gets after letting, I felt slightly euphoric, and calm. I slept really deeply. It was a bit of a surreal experience, but one that made me acknowledge how much I enjoy the occasional bit of Omo... It made me keen to find space to talk about it, too, which I why I came to this site, and it's definitely given me the impetus to take on some more holds in the near future. I enjoyed reflecting on it - Thanks for reading!

View File LFCV-0002 Maid Omorashi The title tells most of the story. Enjoy. Source: https://twitter.com/ringoame_tan Submitter idt8r4dr Submitted 03/03/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Skirt  

I was planning on going online again tonight and doing a hold, either through chat or the live-action tread on the forum. However, I had to go outside after dinner to run an errand (namely go to the nearest public-transport station and put some more credit on my bus-card). Since it was rather okayish weather I decided to walk there. I felt a slight urge to go, but since I was planning on holding it, I did not want to go to the bathroom before leaving my house - especially since the trip to the public transport station would only take be 40 minutes back and forward. However, it was really cold outside (around freezing point), and soon I was feeling my urge increasing and my bladder becoming more and more full, painfully so. I just kept walking and found that as long as I kept moving I was rather okay. At the public transport station, I had to walk the stairs and then stand still at a machine - that was really difficult. Once I stopped moving and did not have anything else to focus on, I really felt my bladder and I could feel the "waves" of desperation in which I would feel like almost losing a little bit. I could also not only feel the desperation in my bladder, but also as a pressure down there, as if the floodgates were just holding it all back. I decided to go home as fast as I could. After about 15 minutes, my desperation had increased to a crazy level. I just had to cross the park, and walk to my house, what normally took me about 5 minutes. Walking down from a small hill in the park, something in my balance changed and I lost a spurt of pee into my panties and leggings. I didn't actually dare to feel how much I had lost, but just stood still for a few seconds to regain control before moving on as fast as I dared. To get from the park to the residential area, I had to cross a small bridge. Walking up and down that bridge was the worst thing ever, and I almost thought I was going to lose it that close to home. However, I clenched my tights together and walked on with small steps, as fast as I dared to go. The last part of my walk I had to walk past other houses, where many people lived that I knew. In order to not stand out when ignoring my neighbours (in case I would meet any of them outside), I used the earplugs I was wearing and my phone to fake a phone call. Faking a phone call was rather difficult, because every time another wave of desperation (which was more of a constant at that point) hit, it would become very hard to talk. The short walk through my neighbourhood felt like an eternity, but I finally made it home. I entered through the front door and was so relieved to be home. I tried to unzip my jacket, but I leaked a bit more. Pressing my tights together I quickly took off my jacket, but at this point, I was almost constantly leaking. The last meters to the toilet I made with my tights pressed together in an effort to stop the leaking. At the toilet, I did not even dare to take the time to take of my leggings and panties, and I just sat down, while starting to pee full force in my leggings and panties. I turned on the lights, and was able to inspect the damage while still peeing - and my black leggings were almost wet to my knees! I hadn't even realised I had lost this much pee before sitting down on the toilet. The pee on the toilet seemed to go on forever, and then I just sat there to let the pee drip out of my clothing and into the toilet. Upon leaving the toilet, and turning on the light on the hallway, I saw the evidence that I had not really made it to the toilet. Not only had my leggings been wet up to my knees, but I had also left a trail of pee-drops in the hallway. I quickly took a small towel and cleaned the floor, before taking off my leggings and panties and putting on a fresh pair of leggings (without the panties this time). It seems as if tonight is another laundry night. So while the holding was partially intentional, although not planned to go to that intense of a level, the not-fully-making it was definitely not intended. Have you ever had something like this happen to you in a hold?

View File JAV - SL-235 (Desperate Interviews - Desperate Dashes) Japanese women are interviewed and drink tea or other drinks, they get desperate and rush to the washroom when they finally get a chance. Some make it, some do not. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/15/2019 Category Almost made it Clothing  

View File JAV - SL-221 (Almost Made It, Rushing to the Loo) Well, some more almost made it and just made it videos for you to enjoy. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/15/2019 Category Female videos Clothing