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If you have read these two stories: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/67895-fancy-photo-session-by-the-river/ you already know that one of my most joyful omo-activites has been to be sneaky around my partner, wet without announcing it and then wait for him to notice. I´ve been surprised about how easy it is to get away with an obvious wetting right in front of someone. I mean, I, as an omo lover, (and all of you, right?) would have noticed it immediately. That´s what I thought… Already after the first time I did this, S said “Two can play that game”, so I knew that sooner or later he would try to get his revenge. But still he caught me completely off guard. We had been hanging out in the city for a while, before taking the bus home to where S lives. Our plans for the rest of the night was to chill, eat some ben&jerrys, and have a serious talk about our kinky schedule and how it´s proceeding. Yep, it´s almost like we have some kind of business talk/conference meeting kink. It started when we were listing things we had done and wanted to try, role play scenarios and other things, and then it escalated into serious invitations to online meetings and convents in foreign cities with scheduled activities much less innocent than they look like on the paper. However silly this whole lists/meeting/report set-up may seem, it has been a great way to communicate what we´re doing, give ourselves time to elaborate what works and what doesn´t, talk things through and move forward. And we have so much fun doing it! Even if our fetishes are always present in the mind and in the talk, we have had a lot going on in life this autumn and not really the time and energy for many big adventures. The urge for it has been growing upon us though, and it was now time to go through and revise our old project plan again, see what new ideas were coming up. We sat down in the sofa, and went through the first section. The annual celebration of the first time I wet myself with S must be in high priority. It´s an awesome memory. He was joining me at work, the whole night being very intense, and on the way home we lost all sense of time and space, standing for an hour in the dark while I was slowly wetting my uniform pants over his hand. We want to do this again. I´m scrolling through my work schedule on the phone. “Maybe Friday in two weeks. I end my shift at 1,30 AM, isn´t that perfect? Let me check what routes I have, maybe we could have a restaurant dinner during my break… “ I´m pretty caught up with my phone when I also start checking around the other work shifts I´m having next month. Parts of my mind half registers that S has turned quiet, I might have lost his attention, and he´s no longer sitting next to me. I really should quit this now, we should keep talking about more interesting stuff. When I finally put down the phone S is standing there smiling. “You really have a tunnel vision, don´t you?”, he says, and first I don´t get what he means, but then I lower my eyes. Damn. There is a plate size wet spot at the front of his grey jeans. My first reaction is, I´m pissed off, almost offended. How could I let him get away with this so easy? He says he´s been standing there leaking slowly into his jeans for five minutes right in front of me, how could I be oblivious to that. Fuck that phone! Now I missed that breath-taking wonderful moment of watching the first little dark spot appear and start to grow. He´s laughing at me, and the look on my face. “I love you”, he says. “I can see that!” I smile. Now my initial confused response is turning to pure excitement. I´m moving closer to him, reaching out my hand to touch his jeans. I feel the cold wetness on his thigh, then I follow the patch to where it started, at the tip of his cock, where the fabric is still warm under my fingers. And… Oh. It´s suddenly getting even warmer. He´s wetting himself right now. I see his jeans starting to glisten under my hand, as the pee soaks through, and the patch keeps growing further down his right thigh, towards his knee, and even further. I´m not really into pee smell, but this scent of freshly wet jeans fabric definitely triggers something in me. So does the sound, as he stops breathing and I can hear the quiet little hiss from another pee stream hitting his underwear, and so does the hot wetness against my fingers. All my senses are now focused on my boyfriend wetting his jeans for me. I ask him if it feels good. He says it does. He says he really needed to go. And he´s going again, this time so hard that a little river flows down my arm, and there´s a few drops landing at his feet. There´s not much room for big pee puddles on this floor, so we´re moving to the bathroom. It´s a pity my own bladder is empty, but he´s still wetting. I alternate between being close, touching and feeling, and take a few steps back to take in the whole picture of him, standing here soaked with his feet in a puddle. He´s peeing all the way down his right leg, and then he puts his hand into his underwear to change directions. I´m a little bit jealous about how penis-owners can actually wet themselves “from scratch” twice in the same pants, but it´s perfect now that I can get a chance to watch what I missed earlier. I´m transfixed looking at his dry leg getting dark, starting with a small spot breaking through, and then quickly expanding. I´m so turned on now, I just need to be close to him. I take my jeans off, and push myself against him. His wetness is cold against my bare legs, but a few warm gushes are still flowing out. He puts his hand in my panties, and it´s oh so welcome. This is fantastic. His fingers bringing me closer to an orgasm, while I´m standing here with my legs pressed against his peed jeans. One of my hands touching all over the wet surfaces, the other one on his still dry ass. And he makes me come. It all explodes and I can´t stand up straight, I have to lean against him. After I have catched my breath S pulls his hard dick out of his soaked underwear, and I help him messing up the bathroom floor a little bit more before we shower, and I´m still so turned on I must also touch myself just slightly. After this little incident we return to the meeting, put some ice cream on the table and manage to go through every paragraph on the list. It´s generating a whole bunch of new ideas to explore. And of course we´ll never ever again do something sneaky around each other, we promise...

With a summer of family vacations ahead of me, and a minimum of opportunities for omo, I thought that I´d get the best out of the last week on my own. I challenged myself to wet every day, but in different settings every time. A week to celebrate wetting diversity. Here is how it turned out. MONDAY: LATEX UNDERWEAR I had never tried latex clothing before, and it was my partners suggestion to buy me some, to see how it is to wet them. To try something completely new would be a good start of this week, I thought. I managed to put them on (a bit tricky) and we went in to the bathroom. Even if I had been needing to pee for a while I found it hard to really let go, so I started peeing little by little. Soon the panties started to bulge. It was like filling a water balloon. A very strange feeling. After filling up a bit more I could slosh the pee around with my hand, and it was kind of nice to stimulate myself without really touching. I just put some pressure on the “balloon” and let the waves of my own pee roll over me. When I peed it felt like peeing while you´re taking a bath, because the pee just went straight into the lake surrounding me. And the underwear hadn´t leaked one single drop yet. We were almost nervous what would happen when I kept peeing, if everything would just pop and splash out suddenly, but it didn´t. After a while some was trickling down my legs though, and I noticed that if I put too much pressure with my hand on the underwear, or moved my legs around, it would leak. Bending my knees resulted in gushing on the floor. The experience was more fun and interesting than sexy, to be honest. It didn´t really kick my fetish buttons. I´m just too much of a pants wetter. But it could be exciting to wear them under regular clothing and not really know when they will start leaking and wet my pants. Must try that some other time. TUESDAY: BIKE WETTING AND RAIN WETTING I was going to town in some errands, and the plan was to wet my shorts on my bike on the way, swim in the city lake, change, do my shopping and head home. I waited until I needed to pee and headed out. I took the shortest route, and it was busy with traffic from both cars and other cyclists. I only let out spurts when there was nobody nearby, but I still managed so soak the seat of my blue shorts well, and I could see the drops falling down. When I got to town I had to pass by what seemed to be a big group of tourists from another country out on a stroll around the lake. I came behind and passed them by. I kept going until I reached a beach where I was alone. I parked my bike, took my shoes and t-shirt off, but then I saw the long line of tourists coming my way and I realized I didn´t have time to go into the water before they started to pass me by. I didn´t want to have their staring tourist eyes all over my exotic soaked ass, and I also still needed to pee and didn´t know if the water temperature was warm enough to allow my bladder to relax there. So I just quickly sat down in the grass, and discreetly wet myself right there, as the groups were slowly passing by. They were still staring at me, but I knew there was no way they could see what I was doing. Once they had all passed by, and before someone else came, I hurried out on the bridge and jumped in. I was surprised to find the water comfortably warm, and could enjoy my swim for a while, but it started to rain, and I thought I might get up, get dressed and put my rain jacket on before it started gushing down. I also took some tissues and cleaned my bike a little. Just as I also wiped my left shoe where I had seen some pee trickle down, a dog walker stopped and started talking to me “Have you… (wet yourself? Peed your pants? Had an accident? How did she know?)…been swimming?” (Yeah, of course) “Oh yeah, it was actually pretty warm” I said, and we talked a bit before we parted ways. To go swimming for some reason always leads to conversations with strangers, especially early or late in the season when people think I’m crazy because the water is so cold. The fun thing is, I have almost always just peed myself when this happens, and if they knew that, they would probably think it made perfect sense for me to jump in and get myself clean. But I keep that part to myself. I did my errands, and had one left, a big popular secondhand store in the outskirts of the town where I wanted to look for some birthday gifts for my partner. But I really needed to pee again. I guess I never emptied completely before. Suddenly wetting again on the way home felt like a good idea, but then I wouldn´t be able to concentrate on the shopping, so I decided to just go and pee in the next store anyway, since I knew they had bathrooms. I got up on my bike, and the rain was now pouring down. My black sport pants were soon wet. And then it struck me that I could basically do whatever now and nobody would see a thing. After 5 more minutes of biking in the rain towards the industrial area, I was even more soaked and made my decision. I let the first spurt out still on the bike when I was turning in to the parking lot by the store. As I parked my bike I peed myself right there with lots of cars and people passing by. Not a full flooding, but enough to go down my legs, as I let some pressure go, before I went in to do my shopping, drenched in both rainwater and pee, but fully comfortable. When I was done there I got out to my bike again, and this time I just stood there with my back against the building, relaxed and carelessly let the pee flow into my pants as the cars kept passing me by. I stopped and looked down my legs. Nothing really showed so I let go again, no longer even caring about the shoes. It felt amazing. WEDNESDAY: DIAPERED BEDWETTING I have told you before about how hard it was for me to accept my love for peeing my pants. It took many years of shame. When I finally came to embrace it, I wasn´t ready to accept that I also had some interest and curiosity in diapers, so this took another little while for me to start exploring. First experimenting with towels, then I bought a package of dry-nites for teens in the supermarket just to see if they would possibly fit me. They are really tight, but I can actually wear them without discomfort. I like the feeling of being protected and start peeing into a diaper. I like the possible sneakiness about it. But after I have wet there´s something missing. The feeling of wet fabric against my skin, the look and humiliation of peed pants are important parts of my fetish that I don´t get from a diaper wetting so it just doesn´t turn me on as much. It doesn’t mean I don´t like it. It´s still very comfortable and relaxing. So, the night before Wednesday I slept diapered with plans to wet in the morning. The earlier times I´ve done this have been really bad for my sleep, but this time I didn´t have a night shift ahead of me or anything so I could be more relaxed. I still woke up a bit too early, but I just stayed in bed, as I felt the need to pee starting to come. I have never been a bedwetter, not even as a small kid or while completely drunk. My body seems to have strong barriers. So to just lie there fully protected and allow it to happen feels so wrong and so cool. It took a while before I could let a few leaks out, but then after some time I started peeing in longer spurts, feeling the warm diaper swell up. I started my morning routine of checking my phone while still peeing what was left in my bladder, and now my diaper was at its limit and the wet patch on the protective sheet was growing. I felt a little bit turned on, but since I have found it hard to really get there during diaper play, I boosted myself with some stories of sneaky diaper wettings in public from the Omutsu section on here, and it worked just fine. What a great start of the day. THURSDAY: JEANS WETTING WITH PRIVATE SCENARIO Thursday was busy. Work all day, and then I´d go directly from work to beer and karaoke with my friends. Some of the rules I have when it comes to omo play are “don´t do it at work”, “don´t do it around friends”, and “don´t do it in public while under influence of alcohol”. So what I planned for this day was to wet myself at home at night, but spice it up with some build up on the way home. Trying to think of an embarrassing public scenario that I would imagine myself to end up in. This is something I do pretty often, and it usually adds a lot to the excitement of the wetting. It´s like roleplaying with myself, and combined with the real physical sensations it has often created a memory I can go back to in my mind, almost feeling like the imagined accident happened for real. I had a great night out, and five beers later I was on the train home with a bladder starting to fill up after the last bathroom visit at the pub. I had met a friend on the pub who lived in the same area so instead of getting into my scenario I had to sit all the way listening to him ranting about his loyalty against his workplace as he had been offered a new job somewhere else, and he didn´t know what to do… I got off the train and headed home, needing to pee, not yet desperate, but in my head I had been holding for a long time. Me and my imagined friends were going out partying in the city, had to walk a bit to the place, and I was really longing for the relief. Once I got inside my home and looked for a towel to place on the floor so that the puddle wouldn´t spread all over, my bladder started to spasm a bit. I was in front of the mirror, but I was also in the line to a night club, realizing I wouldn´t be able to hold it if they didn´t let us in soon, and that my grey jeans wouldn´t hide anything if something happened. Then I peed myself. Everything just came out, and all I could think of was “How amazing aren´t these jeans to pee in?” I tried to think of the scenario, but it was 1.30 am, I was a bit drunk and it just kept coming back to how great it felt and how the jeans did such a perfect job spreading my pee all over myself with very little ending up on the floor. Lesson learned – scenarios are better played when you have more focus. It didn´t really add much to it this time but it was still a great wetting (because how awesome aren´t those jeans...) It´s also obvious that there is no recipe for the perfect wetting experience. What works best varies from time to time. FRIDAY: STRESS LEAKS As much as I love slowly losing control during extreme desperation, it´s something I for bladder health reasons only do on very special occasions, and that kind of loss of control has only happened to me when I planned it and chugged much more water than my body needed. I just don´t ever get urgently desperate in my daily life. But there are other ways I can make myself lose control, at least a little bit. I have the typical stress leaks after childbirth. It happens usually while running but also sometimes while walking fast, especially downhill, and it doesn´t have to be a lot in my bladder when this happens. This is a matter of conflicting feelings for me. I have been proud of my strong bladder, and the ability to fully control in what situations I wanna get wet, so it annoys me to see that I don´t always have that control anymore. But I´m determined to find ways to enjoy even my genuine small accidents. One thing I do for fun sometimes is to wear some light colored jeans and take a walk without peeing beforehand, knowing that if I leak a few times before I´m home it might almost or slightly soak through my jeans, and it´s exciting not really knowing if it will happen or not. This time I chose my yellowish jeans. I had found them on the shelf at work where people put clothes they no longer use so that others can have them. I don´t like the color, but they fit me well, so I just use them for omo stuff. I headed out for an hour long route this time, through the village, across the motorway, into the forest, and then back home. I was only needing to pee a little bit when I left, but had been drinking a couple of big glasses of water so I knew it would hit my bladder sooner or later. It did when I was halfway through the forest. I had some urges to pee when I stopped to take photos, and could feel the pee right close at the opening as I walked, but I was still dry when I crossed the motorway bridge that took me back to the village. I started to think that I might actually make it home dry. How boring. But there were still some long steep downhills left, and I knew they would probably get me. Down the first hill, there it was. A few warm drops slipping out into my underwear. But it was so little. I was over the last hill and almost home. I clenched my muscles and held on well. A bit too well. So the last few steps downhill I was speeding up my pace, stretching my legs, and was soon rewarded with a bigger warm leak coming out. I quickly touched my crotch, and it was possibly a bit damp, but all wetness was in my underwear. Once home I just couldn´t resist letting a spurt out while looking at myself in the mirror. It shut straight out and created a cute little patch on my thigh. Time for masturbation with a bladder still nicely full before going to the bathroom, shower, and get ready for work. SATURDAY: SNEAKY “SURPRISE” WETTING Another busy day. It was my fantastic, perverted boyfriend´s birthday, and we had only two hours to celebrate it before I had to go to work. Before he came I needed to wrap his present gifts, cook dinner, do laundry and of course dress up for him. Grey suit pants, a shirt, a tie, and a suit vest would make his fetish senses happy. With our tight schedule of dinner, cake eating, cuddling and sex I would also need to sneak in a wetting. One of my favorite partner play is to do it unannounced, and just waiting for the other to notice. He does this to me too sometimes. This time it was a little bit too predictable though. He knew about my 7 day challenge, he even asked me how it had been so far while we were having dinner on the balcony. Of course he expected me to do it again today. But at least I managed well to hide my growing desperation and just pretend to be relaxed during dinner. When we had finished our cake and started kissing, we went to the mirror in the hallway. “Let´s see if we´re looking good together” I said, and immediately let a spurt out in my pants. I could feel it trickle all the way down my leg. When he smiled and said “Oh yeah” I first thought he had noticed me peeing, but he was just admiring the way we looked. We made out, and I peed myself again while kissing him. It was cosy. Looked down at my pants and was surprised to see the wetting still didn´t show at all. I hadn´t wet these grey pants before, and apparently, they were almost waterproof on the inside. At least for now. We were getting horny (well, we had been all the time) and S put his hand in my pants and felt my wet underwear. “Hmm… is this pee or…” he said, and I didn´t reply. But I kept letting long spurts out. “You´re wetting yourself, right?” he said after a while. I looked down, and there was a small puddle at my feet, but still not a sign on the pants. The puddle was slowly growing as the pee ran out of my leg holes, and we put a towel there before it crawled away too long. The outside of my suit pants still appeared dry and clean. That is, until we both had reached climax and my left leg was covered in cum. Now I didn´t look that presentable anymore, but it was all his fault. S went to undress, while I remained standing on my towel, now able to relax and fully empty my bladder. With this more intense stream the pee finally made it through the fabric and there were a few small dark patches in the crotch and down the legs. I guess I have found some new pants that are great for public play. SUNDAY: THE “NOT LIVING ALONE”-BATHROOM WETTING I had saved something great for Sunday. It was my last work shift before vacations, I would be home around 10 pm and as a grand finale I was of course gonna soak my work uniform pants. That has kind of turned into a traditional thing. To add a little special to it, I planned to go down to the beach walk before heading home, sit and watch the sunset as I flooded my pants and maybe take some amazing photos. I had stayed well hydrated all day at work, and my last glasses of water were really kicking in on the train ride home. I couldn´t really think of something else. I knew I could hold it without problem, but the relief would be fantastic. Jumping off the train full of both pee and anticipation, I got a phone call. It was my ex. Our kid had changed his mind and insisted to come to me now instead of in the morning as we had planned. They´d be here in 10 minutes. So, all the nice build up for nothing. I waited by the train stop until they arrived, and I managed to hide both disappointment and the growing need to pee while walking home. I knew I was also in some way lucky. Had I got that phone call just 20 minutes later I would have had something much more embarrassing to try and hide. Now I made it home dry and had a long unsatisfying pee in the toilet. Once the kid was asleep, I wanted to at least complete the challenge, however uninspired I felt after this fail. I locked myself into the bathroom and put on my yellow jeans from Friday. I hadn´t washed them after that small leak. I had peed in suit pants sitting on the toilet before, but not jeans, so that could be something to try. After so many wettings this week it wasn´t hard to let go and pee just as if I had been to the bathroom normally. It actually felt just the same. I peed and I heard the sound of the stream hitting the water, the only difference was that my whole butt was getting warm at the same time. Nothing showed in the front, but of course I ended up with a huge wet patch on my ass. I guess if you just have a sweater to tie around your waist you can be really sneaky with a wetting like that even in public places. So my wetting diversity 7 day challenge was complete. It was fun and I´ll probably do it again some time, with new ideas. BONUS ON DAY 8: ACCIDENTAL WETTING Yeah, isn´t it ironic that after 7 days of deliberate wetting, on the first day of my dry season, I´m having a small unplanned accident in public? I left my kid at home, to go out for a short jog, just 2 km. I had just emptied my bladder, and I hadn´t had much to drink. That meant I should leak a few drops at most, so I didn´t consider it risky to put on my green cotton shorts instead of something more discreet. Well… This day I was wrong about it. I think I had just been running for one minute, when I started leaking. My bladder still felt completely empty so I kept running, but I also kept leaking. Soon I realized it had soaked through my shorts, and the insides of my legs were wet. It was ok in the front, but I had no idea what it looked like from behind. I knew it must be a patch showing. I was just wearing a t-shirt and had no chance to cover the wet crotch, so I took a shortcut home. Only a few cars passed me by, and I didn´t bump into neighbors so it wasn´t that bad. But I didn´t feel so comfortable about this. It always feels kind of boring to leak when the bladder is as good as empty but in more hiding clothes I probably would have enjoyed it more. An accident is a big turn on in my fantasy, and not always that much in reality, but I´ll just have to work on that. I hope you enjoyed reading all of this and get inspired to have your own wetting diversity week! The pics below are from Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

Right before Christmas it was time for another short vacation trip for this omo enthusiast and S, her suit fetishist boyfriend. This time we were just having a one night hotel stay revisiting the town where we had so many of our first times as a couple last year, right in the beginning of our kink exploration journey. So much has happened since then. We know each other better, we´ve found things that work and things that doesn´t, we have been flying and we´ve come down, and we´ve grown. I was super tired after a stressful time and working early morning shifts all week, but it felt good to be away from home. After checking in and relaxing at the hotel room for a while, we dressed up in our shirts and suits. Even if it was a long time since I practiced, this time my tie knot was approved by S. We made our way to a Lebanese restaurant, and ordered oversize meze plates. We kind of summarized the year, talked about how much we appreciate the trust between us, the way we accept each other and can be ourselves in all of this. It´s a big thing. Despite having had several glasses of water I skipped the bathroom visit before we rolled out of the place, to look for a nice bar. Two nights before Christmas and increasing covid issues made for a very slow and calm city life. We had a drink (and loads of water for me) in a cozy restaurant, and hung out there for a while. It was a big open place, and a group of young men in the corner were the only other guests. Our outfits fit in just right here, but for the plans I had in mind for the end of this night, I didn´t feel comfortable. I wanted to move on to a smaller and more crowded place. We payed the bill, left and kept walking past deserted bars and restaurants, when we came upon a smaller and more busy sports bar. It would do. We ordered a beer and kept talking. I know overactive bladder is an issue, but my bladder sometimes seems to be underactive. Especially in the evenings. Now it was just like that. I could feel it’s fullness, and my stomach felt bloated from all I´ve been drinking. I knew I should theoretically be at my bursting point, but, nothing. No increasing urgency. No fidgeting. I had the feeling of being immune against desperation. When we had finished our beers S started to get impatient, and I also didn´t feel like staying much longer. It was just my nervousness that kept me waiting. I thought it might be easier to do what I had planned with a higher level of desperation but I just didn´t seem to get there anytime soon, so I might as well just get to action now. I went down to the pool table area, and reached the bathrooms. They were occupied, but soon one door opened, and I went in. As I locked the door behind me the need to pee grew bigger, and almost by instinct my hand went to the button of my pants as if to undo it, but I stopped myself. Instead I just sat straight down on the toilet with my black suit pants still on. My body hesitated, as if knowing something wasn´t right. I needed to convince my bladder that it had permission to release. But first I needed to convince myself, because what the fuck was I about to do? A short moment of doubt, and then I just let it happen. I started peeing. It first filled my underwear with warmth, then it started to pool around my butt, and at the same time I heard the trickle of a slow pee stream going through the fabric and hitting the water in the bowl below me. No turning back now, I was doing it. By that thought I automatically stopped peeing, and had to give it a push to get started again. I was now peeing freely, enjoying the relief and the spreading wet heat as my pants became heavy, and the pee went through them. If someone heard the sound from the other side of the door, they would have no idea I was peeing straight into my pants. After I had finished peeing, the soaked fabric kept dripping for a while, and I remained seated until it seemed to stop. Then I got up, standing still to be sure that nothing dripped down to the floor. It was of course out of the question to leave a mess on the bathroom floor, or even worse, a pee trail behind me when I got out of here. But everything seemed to be fine. I tried to take some ass selfies, just to see how bad it was from the behind, if anything showed, but the pictures sucked so I couldn´t trust them. I just had to stick with the memories of all the times I had been wetting these pants before, and how well they were hiding wet patches. I would get away with it this time too. Escape time. I unlocked the door, and made my way between the pool tables, and the people too occupied with their own business to care about this well dressed woman who probably only to the most observant eye would have had something shiny showing on the back of her pants, a subtle sign that she may not have succeeded to get her pants down in time. I got back to our table, and we put our jackets on and quickly left the place. It was cold outside, snow on the ground, and the warm wetness in my crotch became freezing cold in no time. Some of the coldness was still slowly crawling down the inside of my thighs. But the walk to the hotel was short and wasn´t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. I just got a little nervous when another couple walked up close behind us, so we crossed the street to get away from them. I asked S to see if something showed. “No, nothing. But I don´t have my glasses on so I wouldn´t see it anyway” ”Wait a minute… So everytime you´ve told me my wettings didn´t show, it´s because you didn´t wear your glasses? That´s scary.” I had already estimated that I would be having absolutely no power left for the usual “horny masturbation standing in the shower with wet pants still on” so I had brought a waterproof pad with me so that I could relax in bed instead, while taking care of this. I put the pad on the bed sheet, and laid down. Turned on by touching the soaked underwear inside my pants, I immediately got started and soon also finished, while S was standing next to the bed, watching and doing the same, until he soiled the front of my pants with his cum. We were both done. But not really. We went into the bathroom to shower, but I didn´t feel like taking my pants off. When I buttoned them instead of pulling them down, S knew what was going on. “You´ve got more”, he said, got into the bathtub with me and put his hand between my legs. He felt the wet gusset of my pants get warm as I started gushing. After a while I let him put the hand directly into my underwear to feel it better. My pee pooled in his hand before it overflowed down my legs and we were both standing in a growing puddle. This was hot. Even hotter than the sneaky wetting at the pub. This second wetting of the night had worked me all up again, and the same hand that I had just peed all over now helped me reaching another chlimax. Apparently I had some energy left after all, but it was also the last of it before we showered and stumbled into bed. In hindsight, it surprises me how much of my fetish practice that takes place in my head. This idea had been so hot when I had imagined it and practiced at home. Right as it happened it wasn´t the same. It turned me on, and the aftermath in the room was great, but the act in itself wasn´t super special. I wondered why. Was I too tired and exhausted? Should we have had another build-up? Should I have held longer to make it more intense? Or has this kind of public stuff lost the excitement it had in the beginning? Maybe a little bit of all four. But now, writing it down, reliving the memory, it gets stronger and hotter again. My fetish is just so much more than those 20 seconds it takes to empty a bladder.

It's one of those days when life is a pain in the ass, and when S, my boyfriend, arrives it feels great just to be in his arms. We lie down to rest and he lets me talk about what bothers me. "How long are you gonna stick with me if it keeps on being like this", I say. "A very very long time" he assures me. Despite a feeling that my sex drive has totally disappeared during the last week, now being so close to my partner I can feel my body slowly reacting when I notice him getting a little hard in his pants. Soon the vibes are hot between us as we become quiet, hands all over each other. I struggle to unbuckle his belt when he goes "... maybe not right now... We should go and make some dinner". I'm a little bit surprised, but alright. He really must be starving I think, as we after some more cuddling manage to get out of bed and go check the fridge and start cooking something. I notice some absentmindedness. He's a little bit passive and doesn't start chopping the cabbage, but it doesn't bother me. But then a few minutes later I suddenly see it. Some small dark spots in the front of his light blue jeans in just the right place. "Hey, what happened there?" is my immediate response, totally taken by surprise. It's not the first time this happens, but is it possible to ever get used to having a partner who causally starts wetting their pants in your kitchen? Damn. Those jeans I gave him looks just as nice wet as i had imagined. I can't take my eyes off the growing patches, but when S realises the danger of me handling the knife at the same time, he promises to hold the rest until i'm done chopping vegetables. I have a slight need to pee too... These jeans are just freshly washed, but whatever, I can't resist. I concentrate and let some dribbles out. And a little more. It takes a while for it to soak through and start darkening the inside of my thighs, while the patch down my boyfriends thigh has grown a lot. As he lets some more out I see the new darker wetness show in the middle of the expanding patch. "It's cool that you introduced me to this" he says. "It actually feels great!". I'm so happy to hear those words. I know he's doing this for me, and for the joy of watching my reactions to it, but to know that he enjoys it too is just awesome. When S touches my pants and with a smile notices I have wet myself too, he comes up close to my body. I stop breathing when I feel the warmth spreading on my upper thigh, next time he pees a little. When he sticks his cock inside my panties and it rubs against me it's obvious how turned on I now am. I try to let some pee out on his dick, but I can't. The difficulties of peeing when you're "too hard" isn't only a male issue. Then he suggests that we try something new, him peeing into the pocket of my jeans. It works really well. He goes in my left pocket and that side becomes nice and warm but I can even feel some of it run down the inside of my left leg. It wasn't our intention but the pocket peeing makes our patches pretty symmetrical as you can see in the pic below. Sweet, isn't it? I don't know how, but during all of this we're still somehow successfully making dinner, although with a very bad focus. Interesting to see if it will be edible but first we both seem to need a shower, because... I guess we had a little accident or two. There are so many things I love with this guy but one of the most important is this: There's no holding back. I don't have to pretend. With him I get to be a fetishist 24-7 even if it's often just small talk and teasing. He loves to see the anticipation in my eyes as my need to pee grows. He loves to see me shamelessly turned on when watching a video of myself, wetting my pants. He knows where I go when I close my eyes. Nobody did before. And we didn't even look for someone to share kinks with. We met on Tinder like any vanilla couple, and then loads of honesty, communication and open minds was all we needed to end up where we are now. I also love that he's got that perfect sense of timing when it comes to wetting his pants to cheer me up, and that he's fine with me shamelessly bragging about him on here.

Hello again everyone! I've been in the mood to write up another story and just finished it, so here it is! I haven't had the chance to proofread it, so sorry for any typos, weird grammar, etc. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any requests, please ask! I don't have an idea for my next story yet, and would love to hear what everyone wants. So, I was always pretty shy about being openly into omorashi – I wasn’t always comfortable enough with it to tell people that I enjoy holding it until I lose control and wet myself. It’s an unusual and kind of embarrassing thing to tell someone! I hadn’t told my second serious boyfriend about it. We’d been together for a few months at this point, I think. Communicating with him had been a little difficult for a few days, though, because I had lost my phone a couple days ago. That definitely had me worried – I had been chatting with people about omorashi, and worse, had pictures and videos of myself doing a pee dance, among other things. It’s not the sort of thing you want floating around out there! It was just a bit after classes, and he’d taken me to his campus office and asked me to copy some things while he did a bit of after-hours coding. I liked him, and he’d told me to help myself to the soda machine in the office, so I said yes and got to copying. We ended up staying there a while – probably a couple hours – and by the time we were getting ready to leave, it was dark out. I had definitely helped myself to the drinks, some water included, and by then I needed to go a little bit. “Where’s the bathroom around here?” I’d asked him. He paused a little bit, “They keep everything locked up after hours,” my boyfriend said. “We’ll be back soon.” I trusted him, and even though I had to go pretty badly, I knew I’d make it home – and with a full bladder to boot, which was always fun for me, of course! So, I left the building and got into his car with him. Neither of us lived that far away from his office, so it didn’t take me too long to realize that we weren’t going to either of our apartments. “Where are we going?” I asked, confused. “You’ll see,” he said, sort of suggestively. For some context – about two weeks ago, he’d asked me to hold off on masturbating to get used to sex with him. I’d done it, but we hadn’t gotten a chance to spend much time with each other for the last two weeks. Needless to say, I was eager to spend some time with him! I was obviously hard for pretty much the entire drive, and I know he noticed it. It turned out to be a long drive though, and the water and soda I’d had was going through me now. I was getting a little nervous because we seemed to be going so far out from town – there weren’t any buildings along the road we were driving down – and I tried to ask him where we were going and if he could stop somewhere along the way. But every time I tried to talk to him about where we were going, he told me to “just wait,” or said “you’ll see.” If I had to guess, I’d say the drive was around twenty or thirty minutes. And about half-way there, I went from not having to go that badly to having to go very badly. I started squirming in my seat, but I tried to be subtle – the idea of letting my new-ish boyfriend know just how badly I had to pee was pretty embarrassing. Finally, we had gotten there, and when we did, I was pretty worried. We were at a lake. I had no idea which lake we were at but looking around there were a few lights in the parking lot, and a little pier off to one side. There didn’t really seem to be anything else – just trees and a walking path off to one side. He parked in the back of the parking lot and got out and motioned for me to do the same. “Come on,” he said, “let’s talk.” He had a tone he took when he was serious, and my stomach sank. “Is there a bathroom around here I can use first?” I asked bouncing a bit. “Come on,” he just said. We started walking towards the pier, and I was very, very full – it felt like I had a balloon in my stomach, everything was so stretched out by this point. As we were walking into the pier, two other guys holding hands were leaving. I tried to look normal and got startled as one of them said to us “Careful up there, there are spiders.” I remember them both having big grins on their faces as we walked past them, and part of me got embarrassed thinking maybe they knew I had to pee. “Thanks,” my boyfriend said, and dragged me onwards by the hand. I blushed and tried to say “thanks” too, but I was pretty embarrassed by this point – going to what was now an obviously a make-out point with a painfully full bladder. We got to the end, and my boyfriend sat down a bit away from the end of the pier, legs outstretched. “Sit down,” he said, tugging my hand downwards. I probably moaned a little bit, but gradually got down and sat next to him. It was not easy – I remember I was wearing tight fitting stretchy jeans (briefs too, if anyone is wondering), and I made sure not to sit in anything that’d leave a stain. This pair were one of my favorites and were a light blue color. I sat there and looked around the lakeshore at anything that could possibly be a toilet, even a port-a-potty at this point would have been fine. My boyfriend moved my head by the chin to look at him. “So…” he said awkwardly, “remember a couple of weeks ago when we tried that thing?” (I had asked him to try another one of my fetishes, and he indulged me (if you’re wondering, he made me cum in my pants, which is a fetish that I think is pretty popular here too actually). I instantly got hard when he mentioned that, and thank goodness too. Being hard really helped me hold it in at that point. “Uhh, yeah,” I said, my heart pounding now. “Is there … anything else you want to try?” he asked. Of course, there was. But back then, I was too afraid to tell my boyfriend, who I genuinely liked, that I would get off on him making me wet my pants. “Not really,” I lied. “I mean, honestly, I really want to go to the bathroom.” I looked around a bit more, trying to change the subject. “Hmm…” he said and paused for a while. “Are you sure?” He asked again, with a hint of mischief in his voice. I knew something was up now. “What do you mean?” I looked at him, confused and in pain. He pulled something out of his pocket, and I looked at his hand. It was my phone. “Hey!” I reached over to him. “Give me that!” “Ah ah ah,” he said, and held his hand over my stomach. That got me to stop. “Hey! What the fuck?” I was pretty confused and desperate by now. “Do you still have to pee?” he asked me. “Yes!” “I’ll give you your phone back,” he said slowly, “if you don’t pee until I say.” It took me a second or two to realize what was going on. He’d looked through my phone and no doubt seen what I’d taken pictures of and talked to other guys about. He knew about my ‘other’ fetish, and when I realized it, I started grinning like an idiot. “Give it back!” I reached over, laughing. I was saying no, but everything about my expression was saying yes. “Noooo,” he held it away. “I didn’t say you could yet.” He pushed me back by the chest and put my phone in his pocket. “Fine,” I said, pouting a bit. “But when can I go? Where can I go?” I looked around again. “We’ll find somewhere,” he said calmly. “But we don’t have to worry about that yet.” He started running his hand up and down my thigh and got pretty close to my crotch. I didn’t think I’d be able to take any touching down there, and grabbed his hand before he got too close. “Careful!” I warned him. He looked at my crotch, and I knew I was obviously hard. He just chuckled at me but went back to rubbing my thigh. “So… How long until I can have my phone back?” I jiggled my leg and asked him. “Hmm…” he thought for a second, “Until I say so,” he said non-committally. I almost called him a name, but bit my tongue, huffed and kicked him in the shin instead. He smacked me back in the stomach. “Wanna wait longer?” He teased. “No,” I said, feeling defeated, and crossed my outstretched legs. I felt incredibly full now. He just chuckled at me. “You’ll be fiiiiine,” he tried to reassure me, and rubbed my thigh again. “Easy for you to say,” I groaned in pain. “Come here,” he put his hand behind my head, and we made out for a while. It was a nice distraction for a while, but when he pushed me down on my back and started to kind of roll on top of me, I was way, way too full to handle it. I groaned loudly and shoved him off of me, just before it got to be too much, I think, luckily for me. “You okay there?” my boyfriend laughed. “No!” I whispered harshly. “Can I please go now?” “Hmm, not yet,” he smiled and looked me over. “Can we at least look for somewhere to go?” “You want to walk around a bit?” he asked, and seemed to be serious. “I want to find somewhere to pee!” I told him. “Alright, we can walk around.” He actually seemed pretty eager to do that, and got up and brushed his pants off a bit. I pulled my legs closer to me, and breathed in and out a few times, preparing myself to stand. “Need a hand?” my boyfriend asked and held out his hand. I didn’t say anything, I just grabbed it and pulled myself up. Right as I put most of my weight on his hand, he dropped his hand down, as if I was pulling him over. I caught myself on my feet and didn’t fall, but as I planted my feet again, I felt a tiny tickle at the tip of my penis. I knew I’d probably let out a drip or two, and gave him a glare because of it. “Jerk,” I whispered. He just laughed in response. We walked back down the pier, and I knew I was walking a little strangely. I was hunched over a bit by now, what with my stomach being so full. I looked over the parking lot as we came up to it, and I remember seeing someone who was packing up a chair or something into their car, and remember that the couple we ran into earlier was still there, but I don’t remember how I saw them. We turned to walk along a path that I think ran around the lake. I remember the water lapping gently against the shore, and it was absolutely *not* helping my situation. “I don’t see any bathrooms,” I said. “Can we turn around?” “We can turn around if you want to,” he said, “but you still can’t go.” “When?” I asked, getting a little upset now. I remember really liking the pants and underwear I was wearing and not particularly wanting to wet them. Never mind that I was so far away from home without a change of clothes or anything to hide it. “When I say,” he said, and slapped my butt. I huffed, and turned around. I did actually want to find a toilet. It crossed my mind that we were pretty far out in nature away from anyone, but I was (and still am) paranoid about being seen peeing in public and didn’t want to take the chance, and would rather have somewhere a little cleaner to go. Plus, I wanted my phone back, and there wasn’t a lot to do until my boyfriend gave the say-so. Before long we got back to the area where the parking lot and pier were, and it was all pretty much the same – someone packing things into his car, and the same couple somewhere that I don’t remember – their car or something probably. I tried to put my boyfriend between myself and everyone else, I know I was having trouble walking at this point because I was so painfully full, and didn’t want anyone else to see. “Do you see anything around?” I asked, hunched over a bit. “Hmm, no, nothing,” my boyfriend said, clearly without looking at all. I sighed angrily and breathily, but we kept walking along the other side of the shore, and I kept looking. Nothing, of course. Just as we were about to leave sight of the parking lot again, I had to stop walking. My bladder was contracting, trying to shove everything out, clearly it was done with my boyfriend’s game. I groaned and stood in place, hunched over and my entire body was incredibly taut, my eyes were squeezed shut. I felt like I was using every muscle in my body to keep my bladder closed, and any relaxation at all and I’d lose it. “You okay?” I heard my boyfriend ask just to my side. I couldn’t reply. If I did, I knew I’d lose it completely and wet myself. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, but finally I felt the pressure wave subside and I could relax my body, just as one or two more drips dampened my briefs and teased my tip. “That hurt,” I grabbed my boyfriend’s shirt. “I need to go, now,” I told him. “I don’t even see anywhere to go,” he said. “Let’s just walk away from the parking lot,” I said, and started waddling awkwardly away from the parking lot, on to the trail along the lake side. My mind was racing trying to figure out what to do, part of me said to just pee through my underwear so I wasn’t technically exposing myself, another part of me just wanted to take it all out and get the release I really, really needed by this point. Some part of me wanted to release some right then and there, in my pants, just to make the pain end, but the instant that image crossed my mind, my bladder seemed to agree and contracted again. My whole body froze up again, as I used every muscle I had to hold back the flood that my bladder was involuntarily trying to force out of me. I was frozen to the spot, and somehow, I remember catching a glimpse of my boyfriend staring at me eagerly despite my squeezing my eyes shut out of pain. I remember quietly swearing to myself as I felt a tiny trickling feeling. I tensed my body even harder, but I couldn’t keep it up for long, only a few seconds. I panicked as I felt my body relaxing, and just as I felt my body giving up, my bladder stopped contracting. I felt a tiny bit more leave me, but I got lucky and managed not to lose it all. I looked down at my pants, and there was a wet patch the size of a few coins on the front of my pants. “Come on, I’ve got to go,” I started walking down the path as quickly as I could manage. “Looks like you’re already going,” my boyfriend chuckled. He stuck a finger inside a small worn spot on the inside thigh of my jeans and wiggled his finger a bit. “It’s all gonna come out here.” I jumped back from his tickling touch and kept walking as fast as I could without bursting. I was sweating with the effort of holding it in and swept my soaked bangs out of my eyes. After I felt like I’d walked far enough, I turned around to see if I was out of sight yet, and I was not. The motion from turning around so quickly made my bladder contract again. I leaned forward and put one hand on my thigh and reached out and grabbed a tree branch to stay standing. My entire body tensed again, and I remember standing on my toes for some reason. I couldn’t feel anything leaving me at the time, and stood tensed up on my toes again. I groaned loudly, and opened my eyes just enough to see my boyfriend staring at me and the parking lot still behind him. I felt a few drips run down my cheek, sweat or maybe tears at this point, but I genuinely did *not* want to wet myself here. As the pressure finally subsided, I looked down and my wet patch had grown to about the size of a saucer between my legs. I was losing it and I knew it. “Babe… Please,” I whined to him. I’m not exactly sure what I wanted him to do – let me pee I guess, maybe give me some cover? – but he grabbed my hand and dragged me quickly down the path without really saying anything. Every step was a sharp pain in my bladder by now, I needed to be with every fiber of my body, but I think I managed to hold on. After a while I think we had finally gotten out of sight of the parking lot. I had closed my eyes again so I wasn’t completely sure, I just know that he pushed me back against a tree and grabbed each of my biceps. I opened my eyes, and he was looking me dead in the eyes. “Hold it,” he told me playfully, and I tried to. It wasn’t too bad until, you guessed it, another pressure wave. I tried to bend forward and unzip my pants, grab my crotch, anything, but he was stronger than me even when I wasn’t filled to the brim with pee. I jerked against him holding me, trying to tense up my body against the flood again, and for a while it worked. My boyfriend looked off to the side quickly, “Hoooold it,” he said looking down at my crotch again. “Please let me go!” I whimpered at him, but he completely ignored me. I jerked my legs forward, he wasn’t holding those down, and I felt wetness seep along my inner thigh. I looked down and saw the wetness had gone an inch or two down my inner thigh. I looked up at my boyfriend again, but he wasn’t looking at my face. “You can pee,” he said flatly. Right on cue, the flow picked up. I looked back down again and saw the dark wetness flow slowly across the front of my thigh along a crease in my jeans, and jet down the inseam right to my knee. I looked up at my boyfriend again, I guess I was hoping that he’d do *something*, but he was clearly staring intently at me embarrassing myself. When I felt it flowing against the back of my knees, I stopped looking at my boyfriend. My body went limp, and my boyfriend was the only thing holding me up, with my back shoved against a tree. My head sank down and I watched my pants get utterly soaked. I felt a warm wet feeling wrap around the front and back of my thighs, gather up in the creases of my pants behind my knees, pattering down out of there onto the back of my calves, flowing over my knees to soak the front… When I felt the flow hitting my shoes, I twitched my legs so that they were splayed open a little, and the pee flowed down and onto the ground rather than into my shoes. I vaguely though something about my shoes being dry, at least. My heart was beating out of my chest at the fact that I had just *completely* soaked myself in very light-colored jeans, and now needed to go back through a parking lot with people in it and let my boyfriend drive me back home (for real this time, hopefully). My boyfriend let me down and I just managed to find the strength to stand and look myself over. The front of my pants was basically soaked up to my waist, even my pockets were soaked. The sides of my hips were dry, but they were soaked on the side of my thighs. I couldn’t see my butt, but I think I felt it and it was like I had sat in a wet chair. I didn’t see any dry denim below my knees. All my boyfriend did in response to me soaking myself was take my phone out of his pocket and snap a few pictures of me in wet pants. He put a finger in my wet jeans pocket, pulled it open with a wet, squishy noise, and slip my phone in. I took it out so it wouldn’t get wet, and gave him a look as if to say “Really?” But I actually asked, “Can we go now?” He chuckled and said “Sure, we can go.” We walked back up along the path, and I swear my pants were making squishing noises as I did. My pants actually felt looser, my bladder was so distended, and I felt my jeans clinging to every inch of my legs as I walked. The feeling started to get me hard, and the feeling of my wet underwear clinging to me as I did only made me more excited. As we came back in sight of the parking lot, I heard another set of footsteps. My heart started pounding again, and I sort of fell back behind my boyfriend. Just as I did, I saw the other couple we’d gone past earlier. Naturally, both of their eyes went right for my pants. “Oh, damn,” one of the guys laughed. “Did you fall in?” the other asked, laughing too. “I, uh, yeah…” I stammered. I tried to ignore them and just kept up with my boyfriend. I’m sure I was blushing furiously. When we got to the parking lot, the guy packing things up was still there, and I think there was another car with a person in it, too. Once we got close I walked quickly up to the car, and was becoming increasingly conscious of the feeling of my wet underwear and jeans pressing against my dick. “Hurry up!” I called over to him. “Not so fast,” my boyfriend called, “I don’t want my seats to get wet.” He popped the trunk and took his time sorting through whatever was in there. As he did, the couple from earlier came back to the parking lot and sat on some benches just at the entrance of the path I’d wet myself on. It was a ways away, but I could tell they were both looking at me and probably talking about me. Finally, my boyfriend found a towel and unlocked the door. He moved me out of the way and laid it down on the passenger’s seat, and the second he was out of the way I jumped in and closed the door. He stared at my soaked jeans for a while and laughed at me, and then he started driving … somewhere, hopefully to my apartment. I was excited and hard on the way here, but I was painfully hard on the drive back. My already tight jeans were clinging to every bit of my legs, and I could feel my underwear slapping against me and clinging as I occasionally throbbed. My boyfriend was nice enough to turn on the heater, so I wasn’t freezing. Every time we stopped, my boyfriend looked over at me. “Wow,” he said, surprised, “You really do like that, huh?” “Shut up,” I laughed and gently slapped him. That was most of the drive; me being hard while my pants slowly dried. Eventually we got back to somewhere close to my apartment, and my boyfriend started turning to take a different road. “Where are we going?” I asked, worried. My pants weren’t soaked now, but they were still obviously wet, with the wetness kind of having spread out a lot more evenly over my pants. “I want a drink,” he said, and I knew we were going to a fast food restaurant that was popular in my college town. Lucky for me, it was one where they brought the food to your car, rather than you going in or going through a drive-thru. “But… People are gonna see…” I complained as he pulled in. “It’s okay,” he said. “I mean, there’s not much you can do now, I guess you should have held it.” He reached his arm over and rubbed my thigh a bit, but since I was so hard, he wasn’t just rubbing my thigh… Totally by accident, I’m sure. I started and moved as far away from him as I could in the car, just barely stopping him from sending me over the edge. “Watch it!” I told him. I’m not sure if it would have actually made my pants appear any wetter, but I didn’t want him to set me off all the same. It wasn’t long before his drink came out, of course, and we both saw the person with the drink coming out of the kitchen building and start walking towards our car. When he saw that, without looking in my direction, he subtly reached over rubbed some more. It didn’t take much to send me over the edge. I was gripping my thighs and trying to control my breathing as the waitress came up to the driver’s side of our car and my boyfriend rolled down the window. “Here you go,” she said cheerfully, and handed my boyfriend his drink as I felt myself throbbing and re-wetting my pants. “Thank you!” my boyfriend said and put the drink in the cup holder. She walked away and he rolled up the window. I was lucky, but she didn’t pay any attention to me whatsoever. It took me a while after she left to calm down, I had gotten so pent up over what we’d done that night. I didn’t really pay attention to what my boyfriend was doing, but as I got my body and breathing back under control, I heard him ask, “Ready to go home?” “…Yes,” I said quietly. I didn’t have any trouble getting back into my apartment, and there wasn’t anyone around as I walked from the car to my door. I had pretty good luck with that at that apartment complex, come to think of it. I know my boyfriend came in for a while, and I’m pretty sure we talked (for real) about what I was into and I paid him back, but that’s not really what this board is about. So, long story short, that is how I learned to password protect my phone. If anyone has any requests as far as what kind of story I should write next, please ask! Solo, with a boyfriend, sightings I’ve had, etc. Or, if cumming in your pants is an OK topic for the board, I can write a few of those stories up too. I know it’s not what the board is technically about, but there is definitely a lot of overlap with omorashi and I have seen a thread or two about it here that seemed popular enough. Let me know! And I hope you enjoyed!

View File Uploads from my personal collection Some Uploads from my personal collection. Fair warning most involve nudity. Including male nudity in RipandBustys couple videos. I have a few more I will upload at a later date but these are some of my favorites please enjoy these. Submitter bdp Submitted 01/12/2022 Category Female  

We were camping. It was freezing -- our elevated body heat and the effects of the alcohol we had been drinking were not enough on their own to stop us from being ridiculously cold. It was below freezing. Our sleeping bag, insulating us with our combined heat was the only thing keeping us warm. It was a silly idea, one might say -- camping in a tent in Albany in the middle of winter. But we were young, we wanted a unique experience. Snuggled together as closely as can be, Bella, delicately fidgeting, whispered to me. "I really have to go baby...." "Baby it's so cold, do you think you can hold on until the morning?" "I don't know, I think so, I'll try" the doubtful determination in her voice was adorable. "Good girl, you'll be fine." Bella and I shared a mutual secret, something very naughty; but something we'd only ever talked about after a few drinks and playing truth ... “Do you have a fetish?” was usually the trigger sentence. Recalling those conversations from our sleeping bag, my heart began to race at what might end up happening here. My mind was racing with all kinds of fantasies, knowing that Bella had to pee … Bella held on to me even tighter, while I gently stroked her hair. Twenty minutes went by, we would soon be asleep. Bella began to fidget, much more than before. She let out a gentle, high pitched moan as she writhed her hips around me, unquestionably aware of the throbbing state of arousal I was in. "I have to go, I can't hold it." "OK baby but it's really cold outside so we'll have to be really quick--" "NO—I, I don't want to go..." "What, now you don't want to go?" "I do, I mean, I have to, it's just, you know...." Bella, blushing, and as bashful as I'd ever seen her, hid her face from me but grabbed on to me for dear life. "Sometimes I have accidents." "Aw baby don't worry, we can fi--" "Shhhh I just want to hold on to Daddy." Bella had never called me Daddy like that before, in such a vulnerable, yet beautiful manner. It simultaneously melted my heart and turned me on, more than anything. "It will be ok baby, whatever happens its ok, don't be embarrassed. Daddy will fix." I thought to myself that I will be more prepared for situations like this in the future – that I’d have some Goodnights on hand for my girl in case of night-time accidents. We did however have a spare sleeping bag and enough dry towels. "I love you so much Daddy." "I love you too." We held each other, side by side, as close as possible, and as we shared the most indescribably intimate and passionate kiss, the entire world melted away. Bella stopped fidgeting and looked so peaceful. She was so beautiful. It was euphoria. Bella sighed oh so gently, in quiet relief. "Hold me daddy..." she softly asked. Bella gently bit her lip and rolled on top of me, our bodies as close together as they could be. "Hold me." Heat suddenly began to spread around my erection as Bella, whose trembling breath, becoming deeper and deeper, asked me "can you hear it? It's coming out Daddy..." Before she could continue talking, we shared the most enthusiastic kiss in my life. She took my breath away -- through all this, I realised: Bella is peeing herself. Wetting her pants! Trusting me to share her secret, trusting me to share this experience, this private part of herself. It struck me as the most beautiful intimacy. "I'm scared. I don't think I can stop." "Baby don’t worry, let it go, let it all go ..." And with that, the floodgates opened. We moaned together in delight as her hot piss drenched us both, her scent intoxicating to me, like an aphrodisiac made from honey. We kissed with a ferocity of the rarest passion. Her beautiful face, filled with a combined expression of relief and sexual ecstasy is something I will never forget. Bella peed for over two minutes. When she finally finished wetting herself, she slightly loosened her grip on me, collapsing on to my body, catching her breath. "I'm sorry, I know I'm a naughty girl." We were saturated, even her hair was wet. Yet we were so hot from desire, from lust, from pure carnal desire, that the ambient temperature was suddenly no longer a problem, at least, inside the tent. Her fresh scent, punctuated with pheromones, was like bliss. I opened that sleeping bag, and laid Bella down. I kissed her all over. I went down on her. Her pussy was hot – literally, like a radiator. In the ecstasy of that moment, she tasted wonderful: like fresh, sweet naughtiness, laced with the smell of arousal, truly a euphoria of the senses. "I want you so much." "God I want you too."

Right after the Cartwright family returned home from their evening at a restaurant, they walked up to the front door. Donald then noticed Kitty dancing around in desperation. "Wow, honey!" Donald said, impressed. "I didn't know you were such a good dancer. I'm still wondering why you're dancing if there's no music being played." "I'm not dancing, you idiot!" Kitty snapped. "I drank too much of that lemonade!" "Oh," Donald replied. "Is that what the song is called?" "No!" Kitty snarled. "I had five tall glasses of lemonade and I've been holding it for an hour now!" "Okay," Donald said, still dumbfounded by what Kitty meant. "But what does drinking lemonade have to do with dancing?" Kitty just slapped him in the face. "I am not dancing!" Kitty snapped once again. "I filled my bladder with 48 fl oz of that lemonade back at that restaurant and I have to pee! Are you really that stupid?!" "Oh," Donald told her. "Well why didn't you say so? You could have gone at the restaurant while we were still there." "That bathroom was too filthy," Kitty complained, hugging onto her crotch tightly. She wiggled her way to the door, searching for her keys. "Okay, Donald," she told her husband. "You can quit fooling around and give me the keys so I can unlock this door, step inside, and go to the bathroom in there!" "Okay," Donald replied. "Now let me see where I put them... " He searched for the keys for about a few seconds, and Kitty was bouncing in desperation, with one hand grabbing tightly on the doorknob and the other holding her crotch. "Are you going to give me the keys or what?!" Kitty snapped at Donald. Then Donald looked horrified. "Oh no!" he said. "I think I locked them inside the car!" Kitty then stared back in shock. "You what?!" she shouted in Donald's face. "I... I... " Donald stammered. Kitty was now furious. It was bad enough her husband had done a lot of dumb things in the past. But with him locking the keys in the car and her bladder getting ready to burst, she was really ready to attack him. But she thought better of it. So she ran to the car and tried to open the driver's door, only to find it was locked. As she stared inside, there they were. Inside the ignition, dangling slowly. Kitty growled at the top of her lungs as her husband and child slowly approached her. "Donald!" she yelled. "Y-y-y-y-y-yes, dear?" he asked apprehensively. "HOW DO YOU LOCK THE KEYS INSIDE THE CAR?!" Kitty shouted, emphasizing every word. "You don't use your head?" Donald answered nervously. "I hope you're proud of yourself now!" Kitty snarled. "The keys are locked inside the car, we're locked outside our house, and I have to pee!" "I can fix this," Donald protested. "Oh yeah?" Kitty replied sharply. "HOW?!" Donald tried to think for a second. But had nothing. He was feeling rather uneasy on what his wife would do. She was on the verge to bursting and was about to attack him if she got her panties wet. Luckily, he had dodged a bullet when Kitty made her decision. "I'll deal with you later!" Kitty shouted at her husband. "Right now, I have to find a way inside the house so I can use the bathroom!" Kitty held onto her crotch and ran back to and around the house to find some way inside. The backdoor was locked. The windows were locked. The garage door was locked. Everything around the house was closed tightly. Kitty growled in frustration. "EVERYTHING IS LOCKED!" she shouted at the sky. She held on to her crotch tighter. She really needed to go and could barely hold it in. "I really need to pee so bad," she whined. It wasn't helping that she saw that the house's roof was still drenched from raining yesterday. It dripped a thin trail of water from the edge rapidly. Kitty also looked around to find the faucet for the backyard was also dripping with a tiny thin trail of water. She was really desperate. Kitty then looked around some more. With no access inside a building and water dripping around her, she had only one option: go outside. She watched as her husband and child approached her. "Donald," she told him. I want you to come with me." "Where are we going?" Donald asked, hesitant of what he thought Kitty would do to him. "Just come with me," Kitty grumbled, grabbing Donald by the wrist and taking him with her, their child following along. She guided them to a large bush in their backyard. "Now listen up," Kitty told her husband. "I want you to keep lookout while I pee behind this bush. And when I am done, I want you to give me something to wipe with. Do you have any napkins?" Donald checked his pockets and pulled out a few napkins. "They're all clean," he told Kitty. "Cheers," Kitty replied, snatching the napkins out of his hands. "Now I want you to stay behind this bush and don't look at me." So Kitty went on the other side of the bush as Donald covered his eyes with his hands. Kitty could feel the flood gates opening any second. So she took a furtive look around to make sure no one was watching, pulled down her pants and panties, squatted down, and began to pee instantly. "Ahhhhh!" Kitty sighed in relief. "Now that feels much better." Kitty felt her pee hitting the ground rapidly. She was relieved that although she was upset to have to be forced to pee outside, at least she made it before she could wet herself. "I hope you're not staring at me back there!" Kitty called to her husband. "I hate people who watch me pee! I especially hate those monsters looking at me! I am NOT a project you can just observe! I want my privacy out here since I couldn't make it to the toilet!" "I'm not looking, honey!" Donald protested, his eyes still covered by his hands. "I promise." "You better not be staring at me!" Kitty called back as she continued to pee. As she continued squatting, Kitty saw that a trail of her pee was getting longer and longer. After about two minutes, the pee trail was 2 yards long. "Are you finished back there, honey?" Donald asked from behind the bush. "Not yet, Donald!" Kitty shouted furiously, her pee coming out faster. "I told you I drank too much lemonade! This is going to take a while!" So Kitty continued peeing, and soon, a good five minutes passed since she started peeing. Her pee trail was now about four yards long, and it was flowing on the ground like a yellow river. Kitty was still squatting while peeing rapidly. Her bare butt was getting so cold she could feel the goose bumps on them. She groaned in frustration. Why did I drink so much lemonade?" she complained. Kitty continued peeing for one more minute until her pee finally weakened into tiny drops. "Finally, I'm finished," she sighed. "I can't believe it took me this long to finish peeing." Kitty used the napkins to wipe herself and threw the napkins on the ground. "Are you finished yet?!" Donald asked, popping from behind the bush. He had accidentally saw Kitty still squatting with her pants down, getting a view of her bare butt, and Kitty turned back to see Donald by surprise. "DONALD!" she screamed. "I told you not to look!" "I'm sorry," Donald said, freaking out. "I was just seeing if you were finished already!" Kitty then pulled up her purple panties and red pants and stood up to face Donald. "Well I'm done!" she told him. "And I'm still mad at you for locking the keys in the car." She stepped over an absurdly long trail of her pee and on the other side of the bush to confront Donald. "I told you I was sorry," Donald complained. "I'll just call an auto company to see if they could get the keys out of the car," Kitty told him as she guided her husband and daughter to the front yard. "At least I still have my cellphone. You guys sure have it easy though. You can just whip it out and stand while keeping all your clothes on, while I, a woman, have to bare my bum in the air to go outside." As the Cartwrights left, Lydia then came around from behind the big bush, encountering a 4-yard stream of Kitty's pee. Lydia stared at it in disgust. "This must be what human urine looks like," she muttered. "And that woman says monsters are disgusting. They have a house right there. Why didn't she just go there? Don't humans have any decency?"

I´ve tried holding to my limits outside my home before, but it´s only been in the woods, in secluded places, and by myself. One thing me and my partner S had wanted to try for a while was me doing a more risky public hold, with him controlling and pushing me a bit, deciding where to go, what to do and what to drink. The interest was actually sparked after reading a great fiction story by @Markj9494. Now on our three day vacation in another city, this was one of the most important activites on the list, and we had talked about it a lot. A couple of things made the dominance part of it less easy though. Even if like playing a little with them we don´t really have that sub/dom dynamics naturally. And the traditional "bathroom control" thing doesn´t really work for me. When what I love the most is to hold until I pee my pants, why would I be begging someone to be allowed to use the toilet? It doesn´t really makes sense. I´ve been thinking that in public I would have more motivation to not have an accident of course, and it would make it much more exciting, but still there´s not really a good limit for him to push me over, since we´re both very concerned about not involving strangers in our kinks. Even if the riskiness is the point of it all, we should not push it too far. This means there should always be an escape way, no full blown accident right in front of people, and definitely no risk of leaving a mess behind someplace inappropriate. So would this still be doable and work out ok? That was what we wanted to start exploring. To me the thought was hot enough just doing something like this us two together, being very desperate in public when my partner is the only one who knows, and handing over just some of my control to him. That we were unfamiliar with the city made it harder to make plans and know what to expect, but it also made it more exciting, and of course it felt good to know we wouldn´t stumble into someone we knew. After breakfast and getting ready for the day we started out at a café, where we had brownies and a big cup of tea. Sitting there on the terrace, with chatting people around us, S embarrassed me in a good way by saying “…if you should wet yourself….” just a little bit too loud. I was surprised when he told me not to drink up my glass of water before we left. He told me later that he wanted to prolong my desperation, and also be sure he had time to get me out of the city center before it got too bad. We went shopping for a while, and then we walked towards the harbour area. I think the tea started to land in my bladder now, adding to the water I had also been drinking before we left our hotel room. We walked past the train station, and I started to feel the need to pee. I had nothing left in the bottle of water I had been sipping from during our shopping, so we bought a couple of new ones at the kiosk. On the other side of the train tracks we went to another café for something more to drink, and for S to use the bathroom. He told me I wasn´t allowed to do the same, so I stayed on my chair, starting to squirm a little bit. Here we go, it had started… I was not too bothered by the situation yet, but very excited. S came back relieved, and we sat there for a while drinking our delicious lemonade. The beach walk by the lake started next to the café so we started walking. We strolled around, not very fast forward. I was getting impatient, but S stopped to take photos of all the cute ducklings he saw, and he was getting more into the dom-thing now. He told me to stop and drink a third of the water bottle. And shortly after, another third. I could now feel a strong constant pressure in my bladder, and it also started to arouse me. We made out, I pushed myself a little bit against him and became all shaky from it, like I was close to coming, but I tried to behave of course. It was a popular beach walk even on a work day like this, so we passed by some people, and they were also hanging around at the terraces of the sailor restaurants we passed by. I had to struggle a bit to hide both the desperation and the arousal right now, and those feelings mix together and get hard to separate. S had asked me all the way how long I thought I had left, now I told him it could be less then 30 minutes now. He told me to drink up the last third. After passing by all the sail boats we arrived at the beach. There was a big sign about keeping distance and avoid crowding, but the place was big and almost empty. There was a beach, some wooden decks, and a huge green field. Some people were hanging around at the wooden deck, but the beach and the field was empty, and no swimmers, too early in the season, the water still freezing cold. S commanded me to drink more water and then he took me for a walk around the area. I now felt like I was on the edge of starting to leak while walking, and when we found an outdoors gym where S told me to balance on some kind of bridge, and do some step ups exercise, I couldn´t hold it in, a few drops escaped with every step. “Did you make it?” he said. “Well… I´m not completely dry now” I said. “Ok, you´re not allowed to wet yourself. But nothings shows at least. Let´s go on.” We kept walking, and I continued to leak a little. It surprised me that it didn´t show yet in the crotch of my light coloured jeans. We were back at the beach walk, but had walked further away from the beach. S told me to sit down on a bench for some rest. It was tough to just sit there, squeezing my knees together, trying still not to show my desperation to people walking by. I was more comfortable when we stood up again and started moving, but my bladder felt heavy and swollen, my crotch wet, the small leaks hade given me no relief. He asked me again how much time I had left. I told him I already started to lose it, but maybe 10 more minutes until soaked. We started walking back to the beach, he was teasing me, wondering why I was walking so slowly suddenly, I use to be such a fast walker. At least I sped up my pace while walking past some women taking pictures of each other, I was scared of accidentily ending up on one of those photos with a visible patch between my legs. We stopped a few times, and I was in a vibrating tension, clenching and squeezing to hold it in, but kept getting warm between my legs, as the early warning spurts of a pee accident were sipping out in my jeans. I didn´t experience those strong bladder spasms I sometimes get when I hold, then it would have been over sooner I think. Now it was just my bladder overflowing from the constant pressure that I didn´t fully manage to hold back against. S asked me to drink some more, only for the psychological effect (we knew I would be doomed long before that drink had passed my kidneys). It did it´s job of course, and I leaked again. S looked at my behind and said “Ok, now it shows, but still just a shade”. Not for much longer, I knew. I could also see a little dark spot while looking down at my crotch. I still had some control. Just small leaks kept escaping, but the darkening spot was spreading and I felt significantly wet by now. If someone would pass me by and look in the right direction they would clearly be able to see it. S found it was finally time to take me away from the beach walk, out on the empty field. “Now I want some photos of you” he said. We were in full view from all directions, the beach walk in front, other walking paths to the right and left, and behind us a busy road with cars and bicycles. Still with enough of a distance for it not to be too obvious to surrounding people what happened. But my spurts were getting bigger, and we moved further away to the middle of the field. S kept taking pictures, while I was still in my already lost fight to stay dry. With clenched fists and goosebumps on my arms I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs, trying, but not totally able to, hold back against another big spurt wanting to get out of me . “Don’t keep your legs so tight together” he said, so I spread them and it made things even harder. I couldn´t hold it. Pee started running slowly down my thighs with every lost spurt. I could still stop it every time, but not for long. “Have I allowed you to wet yourself”, S said as he saw the growing patches. “Can´t really help it” I said. I was now at the point where I also started to lose my motivation to hold, because I was already soaked and the urge for relief stronger than my will power and pleasures of holding. I asked S to let me sit down in the grass and wet myself and was allowed. I sat down flat on the ground with my legs spread forward, started leaking immediately, but this time I didn´t try to stop it, I just relaxed. Heavenly. A loud hissing sound as I let go and wet myself. It was streaming out of me for an eternity, and the relief was incredible, I was moaning with pleasure. The pee went directly down into the ground underneath the grass, so when the hissing sound subsided, my facial expressions were the only thing revealing what was still going on. It´s amazing how your state of mind can change so fast, how the just seconds ago so stiff, strained and nervous body and brain is suddenly relaxed, calm and happy. I peed again, and again, until I felt completely empty… and soaked. So now what? An embarrassing walk back in wet jeans? No of course not, I mentioned there was a lake, right? “If I could wet myself right here I guess changing into swimming wear is allright too” I said, as I peeled off my soaked jeans and panties and quickly changed into my swimming shorts, still sitting in the grass. Then I stuffed the heavy, wet and warm evidences of what I´d just done into a plastic bag I had brought with me. But did we really get away with it? Wetting light khaki coloured jeans on an open field surrounded by roads and walking paths, while your boyfriend is taking pictures, might not be the most discrete omo-activity. I think I was too caught up in my desperation and excitement to assess the situation while it happened, but the more “sober” S said he didn´t think anyone saw. We didn´t pass by any people during the moment when I had started to leak more heavily into my jeans while still at the beach walk, and after that, on the field, people would be too far away to really see what was going on. Probably. But afterwards, when S was going through all the photos taken from different angles (there were plenty of them), he noticed “the mystery man with the red sweater and the green bag” appear on many of the photos. He had turned from the beach walk, and walked in a circle around us, on the walking and bicycle paths. His regular route or chosen by curiosity? We´ll never know. I think at least we can say the mission was accomplished. A great exciting hold, that ended in a full public wetting, but without directly involving or causing any discomfort to others. This would make me high for several days! We went to the water. S chickened out of the cold swim, but that was of course not an option for me, and I guess the adrenaline had heated me up some too. Afterwards we relaxed in the sun for a while, I was feeling great. But I didn´t know that it wasn´t really over yet. I changed into my thin, light blue denim coloured shorts and we walked back to the city. Pretty soon I realised my bladder had quickly filled up again. I didn´t say anything first, but I wondered when S would notice my hand getting cold and sweaty again, as I was tensing up once more and becoming less talkative. I had never played around with multiple holds, so I didn´t know my limits there, and now I could feel how weak and strained my bladder and the muscles containing it were. Normally even while almost bursting , at least I use to know how much time I approximately have left. Now I had no such control, I didn’t know if I could last another hour or have a big accident in five seconds. It felt dangerously fragile, like if I just relaxed a tiny bit I could be losing it, and now we were in the middle of the city, people and cars everywhere, nowhere to escape. My tight shorts wouldn´t help me out, even a one second spurt in them would be enough to turn the thin fabric into dripping dark blue, obvious to anyone around. A three second spurt would run right through them and create a puddle on the street. So would this be the unexpected embarrassing final to our in other ways successful public hold? Adrenaline rose again as we walked the wrong way and had to turn around at some road constructions. I clenched and kept walking, still dry, I hoped, but hot between my legs from squeezing my urethrea shut. I nervously concentrated for all it was worth to not relax a tiny moment and give in to what wanted to push itself out of my tired and angry bladder. And there it was, the entrance to our hotel. I made it. Of course I did. That humiliating obvious public accident , that has given me thousands of orgasms, is still unexperienced in real life, and it´s for the best, I guess. If it ever happens to me for real, will the fantasies lose its magic? Maybe. When we got to our room, I was at my limits in more than one way, and I didn´t know if I wanted to pee or masturbate. S decided for me. “You don´t need to pee in the toilet, why don´t you take off your shorts and get into the shower ” he said. I threw the shorts at the floor, and quickly stepped into the shower. I gushed in my panties as soon as S started touching me, it soaked through them and some of it splashed down to the floor, but I was able to stop. “Do you have more? Let me feel it!” he said, cupped his warm hand around me and I wet myself again, emptied my bladder over his hand, a huge stream, another great relief. Then he made me come hard with today´s adventures rolling in my head.

Starting with a short and sweet fantasy of mine, I will most likely post more stories of these characters, a married couple in their late 20s refered to currently as just 'Him' and 'Her' in this thread as well. This is mostly unedited, unbetad, and rather short. Other stories of Him and Her will most likely be of similar length as they are just short clips of them playing out their various fantasys. He was focused on the movie when he heard it beside him. A faint hissing, followed by a quiet grunt, and it took all his willpower to keep a grin from appearing on his face. The grunting got slightly louder, almost insistent, but he waited until he could hear the first drops start to hit the floor before turning to her. She was looking at him intently, trying for defiant, and this surprised him as she was supposed to play it off as unconcerned, and he briefly sat there open mouthed, before she smirked at him with a particularly loud grunt, and he remembered his role. "Are you pooping your pants right now?" "I didn't want to miss any of the movie!" She exclaimed as the drips to the hardwood below them increased to a constant stream. "I asked if you wanted to wear a diaper for it." He responded, trying to sound mad and gesturing at his own sodden padding. Her eyes travelled down his body and her grin widened at the obvious bulge in the front of said garment, but she managed to keep her tone as she taunted, "I'm not a baby," grunt, "like some people here." By now the bulk in the seat of her jeans was obvious and her stream had slowed to a trickle, and it took rather an effort for him to say "Well, your going to miss it anyway. You go to your room and think about what you've done while I clean this up." "Fine!" She shouted, giving a final push as she stood up, nearly doubling the size of the mass in her pants, and began stomping up the stairs. He took a second to get his arousal under control, before setting out to do as he had said. The cloth cover was stripped off of the couch, revealing the protective waterproof cover underneath, and he used it to mop up the pee that had flowed to the floor and was about to toss it into their covered hamper when he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around and said "I thought I told you to go upstairs. Don't make me have to spank," before she interrupted him quickly saying, "Lightbulb" He stopped immediately, but was rather confused as he said "ok, what do we need to change?" "Nothing," she said blushing, "we just need a second safe word for... When I'm too horny to finish the scenario." He burst out laughing, "Babe, it's your fantasy." "I knoooow," she wined, "but it was way to hot, maybe we can try and get through it some other time, but right now I just want you." She started back up the stairs, bulge in her pants a tantalising milisecond behind the sway of her walk. When she didn't hear his footsteps behind her she turned and smirked at him. "You coming diaper boy? Because you could be."

On my birthday me and my partner S did nothing special. If in nothing special I may include sex, reading bdsm-comics and doing household business like peeing my shorts while doing dishes (I´ve posted about that one earlier). Then of course kitchen floor cleaning and lots of laundry. And this was only before dinner. After that we headed off for the waste recycling bins and the supermarket. The first store was closed, and we had to go the next one. I took the chance to fill the car with groceries so it took a while, but it was not until we drove home S announced his need for a bathroom. He told me later that before we left home he had been secretly chugging water every time I left the room, and he had needed to pee, and been slightly uncomfortable about it, already when we were at the recycling bins, and then even more when the first store was closed. Now we were safely at home. He had his grey suit pants on, and I thought I´d try my new grey ones too, the first suit pants I owned that weren´t in that boring discreet dark colour that is great for public play, but sometimes you wanna see what you´re doing too. I hadn´t noticed his desperation before, but now that we were in the kitchen it was clear that he had did a good job holding. I had to help him holding on a little longer by making him hard. He enjoyed the mix of different needs, and I enjoyed to watch. I didn´t need to pee at all, but drank a couple of glasses to perhaps catch up with him, but turned out it was too late, he couldn´t hold it much longer. It was great to have my full focus on watching him, and I have enough of experience and imagination to know very well what kind of bodily sensations he was dealing with. After a couple of turns of masturbation, he had reached his limit, he put his dick back in his pants, and told me he was going to wet himself. I had this conflict, that I wanted to just be there in this precious moment, see it, feel it, live it, but I also wanted to save it for later by using the camera. I told him he had to hold on still, just wet a little bit first, and he did that. Small little patch in the front of his pants. Then a little more running down his left leg, and starting to drip to the floor. He gave me plenty of time to both have my photos and just watch him, but then he sighed and it started to gush out, flooding his pants. He told me how good it felt. It kept going and going and the puddle was getting huge, the pee crawled a long way in under the kitchen table. I was still frustrated about the camera thing, took some photos, put the camera down, took it up again, and then decided I just needed to touch him. My hands on his wet pants as another hot gush warmed them up. Then I put my hand in his pants, and felt him peeing through his underwear. This was a lot of pee! I´ve been thinking I have a bigger bladder than him, but after this I´m not so sure, I think he´s just been inconfident and not used to holding. He finally felt like he was done, and I washed my hands, took some more pictures, threw towels on the floor, and then we went to the shower where S wanted to finish the other stuff while I was watching. It didn´t take long. “Please cum in your underwear” I said, and he did. So hot. What a birthday present! After S had showered it was my turn. My bladder was too slowly filling up and I wouldn´t bother about doing a real hold, I just wanted to wet. I asked for a scenario. Normally we start planning our scenarios months ahead, so this one was very spontaneous. “I´m a photographer, you´re new at work and we´re gonna get good representative pictures of you” he suggested, and I liked the idea. This photographer took his time, and of course didn´t recommend any breaks when I asked for it. He also suggested me posing in weird positions, squatting and straddling a chair, and then he started to take photos from a low angle. I was finally ready to wet, and I started a little bit. I´m more used to jeans wetting, where there´s a patch slowly spreading in the crotch, getting bigger and bigger, crawling down the thighs. Suit pants of this kind is a whole different thing, and that´s interesting. The first visible spurt just got straight down in a thin line along the whole leg. So thin it was barely visible. The photographer noticed me staring down my pants, and asked “What´s wrong?” “Nothing” I quickly replied. He took a closer look at me. “Hey, have you wet yourself?” “No. it was just that water glass I just drank, I spilled some.” “Oh no, I´m not buying that, look here”, he said and took some close ups at my crotch. I relaxed my bladder a little again, and the thin dark line got wider. “Ok, sorry, You´re right, I´m wetting myself, this was taking too long. How embarrassing...” If this had been a realistic scenario it would have been awkward and he would have apologized, said “enough for today then” and let me rush to the bathroom before more damage done, but this perverted photographer of course had other plans. “I´ll promise not to tell anyone about your accident if you´ll let me take some more pictures to keep for my private use”. For some obvious reasons I didn´t mind and kept wetting, feeling my pants get warm and heavy and watched the interesting patterns formed by the meandering rivers. “So what do I do now, standing here all wet in the office? I can´t get out in the building in front of my colleagues like this”, I said after I´d finished. “Not my problem, I´m off, “ said the bastard and left the room with his camera full of pictures of me soaking myself. I was glad to get my boyfriend back. He was kind enough to bring some dry towels to mop up another huge puddle from the floor, while I went into the shower. Soon I got caught standing there with the water still off and one hand in my wet pants. “So, what are you doing?”, S asked. “It´s just an itch” I said. He got closer, and suddenly he put his dick in my pants and shamelessly started to release his bladder, all in one long gush. I didn´t see that one coming but it was a welcome hot surprise, as my pants had just become cold. Turned out he really needed to go again, as his pee thoroughly resoaked my pants and splashed out of my leghole. Felt a little bit like I just suddenly wet myself with zero control, not even feeling myself peeing. I must admit I left a few things out when family and friends asked me how I spent my birthday. But now at least you know the whole story. Hope you enjoyed it, we did!

What happens when all the bathrooms in a two-story house are occupied? The parents have to either wet themselves or go outside.

View File *Nudity Warning* Nude Bedwetting With Legs Up. And I Pee In His Hand ;) After I peed on my boyfriend's lap and soaked his boxers, I needed to pee again when we were relaxing in the wet bed. So I just put my legs up, and let loose all over the bed again and into my bf's hand... well the bed was wet already, so why bother going to the toilet? Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 08/03/2021 Category AliceWetting  

Hi there fellow Omo's! I've been here since 2012, logging on almost ever evening since joining! I found Omo as a fetish my accident during puberty after taking my 'obsession' with some fabrics and cuts to the next level. My partner who recently joined on here is totally new to Omo, from a background of seeing our filtered warmth as a dirty thing. She's been so open minded, but naturally tentative in her approach to Omo. At the same time I've tried not to apply any pressure (pun intended! ) for her to get involved in my fetish. She's super enthusiastic about taking the next step, though. We're both asexual, on the autistic spectrum and very tactile. I wouldn't be surprised if she enjoyed our fetish for those reasons, but she just needs some help in making those first steps. Obviously if we go too quick she runs the risk of attributing Omo to being a stressful, unpleasant or transactional experience. If she doesn't enjoy Omo then she'll have my full support and I'll continue my fetish solo as I always have done. Omo isn't for everyone, and that's totally understandable. The only 'porn' I watch is Omo with a preference towards leggings, tight trousers/pants, jeans and spandex. My partner likes watching other females masturbating, but not naked - we've watched some clothed Omo with maturation and it's been hit and miss, so maybe we need to incorporate that? So far she's tried sitting on the toilet with leggings whilst passing pee, and has made a huge step in being able to release her bladder on demand in the bath standing up. This comes from someone that couldn't even squat in a bush when super desperate on hikes, so super proud! She's now ready to make the next step, and whilst I have my own ideas we both thought we'd reach out to this awesome, caring and supportive community! Ideas I've had so far are standing up in the bath in leggings (not everyday ones or with underwear/socks so it feels less connected with reality) whilst being super hydrated so it's colourless and odourless, trying desperation with holding games and an absorbant pad, or combining a clothed wetting in the bath with a shower so it feels clean from the offset. It's a tricky balance of trying new things whilst moving towards Omo being a pleasurable, warm and empowering experience, which isn't always obvious to a newbie. I personally miss that feeling of the heart racing when the first few drops come through the fabric when in those early days of Omo, so properly jealous! Only asking as we've trawled the Guidance and Counseling section but haven't found anything that entirely helped, nor anything from the perspective of someone starting out with their partner from a female perspective. I'll point her to this thread so she can read the replies at her own pace, and if she feels comfortable she may respond. I can't wait to read your replies, too! TIA, and much love!

I´m gonna share two stories about sneaky wettings. Could be inspiring for others maybe? I´ll start with the old one. It´s written half a year ago, but for some reason I never posted it then. Me and my boyfriend were at my place. We had spent some nice time in bed, and were getting hungry. He went to the bathroom, and I felt that I also needed to pee. Not desperately, but I hadn´t been for a few hours and the bladder signalled a little. Then I had an idea. I thought that since we would be hanging around in the kitchen for a while, finally there was a good opportunity to do something hot that I had been thinking about. To casually pee my pants around him without telling. I had asked him before if it would be ok if I´d do that some time and he approved, but it was long ago, and he probably had forgotten about it by now. I got a little excited as I put on my dark blue jeans and went out in the kitchen, and we started making the dinner. It took a while before I could get started. I was nervous, almost a little bit scared. He knew by now all too well how my face looked like when I was feeling naughty or excited. He even knew my concentrated wetting face. How could I go through with this without showing it? What a failure if he would realise what was going on even before anything was done. But I had to try. It took a while until I finally managed to just let a tiny leak out, just enough for a spot in my underwear. The next one was a little bit easier, I could feel it trickle down my leg, but nothing showed. We made out, he chopped vegetables, we hugged, I put some stuff in the oven and on the stove, we kissed, and we talked. And meanwhile I kept wetting myself just a little bit at a time. It really was a challenge. He did most of the talking, about everything from music making to how hard it is to make avocado seeds start growing, and I had to put a lot of effort to concentrate on what he said and not on what was happening in my pants, as I spurted, and felt the warmth and the wet patches growing in the crotch and down my legs. It was easiest to wet when I stirred in the pot and didn´t have to face him, but I also did it a little bit while we where kissing. I was by now really excited, and could feel that I was acting tense, and didn´t respond much to all his talk, but he didn´t seem to notice. The jeans got heavier for every time I peed a little more in them, and it trickled all the way down the legs to my feet. I looked down and saw that some had been dripping down to the floor, just next to him. He was almost stepping into it, and I was sure he was going to see the small puddles. That would be the end of my sneaky adventure. But amazingly enough, he still didn´t notice. Dinner was almost ready, we were just standing there waiting for the fried vegetables in the oven to finish. My pants were clearly pissed, but I still had more in me. When he hugged me he had his hand on my back, and a little bit down my butt, but not all the way down to feel the wetness, and he was standing too close to have a good view of my jeans, (dark colour and bad lighting also helped) .I was surprised he didn´t see anything when I turned the back against him to take something from the fridge. I could now even pick up the smell from the wet fabric. The subject changed, we started talking about a wetting role-play scenario that I want to try. It was funny to look him in the eye and talk about how the embarrassing feeling of getting caught having an accident turns me on, in the very same moment that another pee stream he didn´t know about was running down my legs. Everything was ready for bringing the food to the living room. So what now? I didn´t want to admit it yet, but I couldn´t have dinner like this and ruin the sofa, so I just had to realise it was soon game over. It was time to tell him or let him find out, and I chose the second option. Since he was only in t-shirt and underwear, I embraced him, and pressed the wet side of my thigh slightly against his bare leg, waiting for him to feel the cold wet fabric against his skin. He immediately did, and a broad surprised smile was forming on his face. “Hey, what´s this?” he said, and put his hand between my legs, now realising I was soaked. “You sneaky one, you did it!” he said, and started laughing, and I did too. He started inspecting my pants, surprised about what I had been getting away with, and I thought to myself, this was so much fun, must do it again! And I did. Actually it´s been two more times so far. The second time I told you about in the story “Fancy photo session by the river”, so here comes the third. I saw the opportunity coming some weeks ago, as my kitchen was a mess of unwashed dishes, and it needed to be fixed. (Because of floor types kitchen is the only place suitable for spontaneous wettings at my place) I started out with the dishes, while he finished reading that last part of the Sunstone comic book (it´s fantastic, by the way) I had already read, (so that we could keep reading it together). I needed to pee. I was impatient for him to come to the kitchen. This time I was wearing shorts, much harder to get away with I thought, but I´d give it a good try. He finally finished the book and got out to make coffee and help me with the cleaning. I could still have held it longer if I needed to, but the bladder had already spasmed a bit when I first put my fingers in the warm water, and now I was eager for some slow relief. I started wetting myself, while he started going on analyzing the characters in the book. The first spurt just warmed my underwear, but already the second one soaked through the thin linen fabric of my shorts, and streamed down the inside of my legs. He didn´t see. I did my best to wet and talk at the same time, and he didn´t seem to notice what was going on at all. Soon I was standing in a little puddle. He asked if he should take over, or at least help me dry the dishes. That would mean I´d have to move from my wet spot, so I said it wasn´t necessary. Some of you (especially guys) claim that it´s so easy for a girl in skirt to wet in public without anyone noticing and I´ve been like “Bullshit, with no pants to catch some of the pee, the splashing down the legs and the puddle will reveal everything”, well, with this experience, even if I wore shorts and not a skirt, I admit you might be right about it. If you just do the peeing down your legs really slow, it´s apparently not that obvious. The puddle was growing. My bare feet were covered in pee, my shorts were dripping, he stood just next to me and still didn´t see. I was nervous and unconcentrated, washed the same plate several times, but he didn´t seem to notice that either. Then he started talking about tablets for drawing. While I reviewed the one I had been using, I wet myself again. It suddenly gushed out very easily and fast, and in the middle of my talking I heard the distinct pattering sound on the floor. First I hoped it was camouflaged by the music we were also listening to, but S exploded into a big laughter. “What are you laughing at?” “I´m laughing at YOU! I think you spilled something there”, he smiled, pointing at my feet, and the next second he was down at the floor, crawling around with his camera. He took pictures of me while I continued doing my dishes and pants-peeing, conveniently finishing them both at about the same time. This would only be the first of three big puddles on my poor kitchen floor this sunday, but that´s another story.