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  1. Version 1.0.0

    617 downloads

    Hi, this is my second quickly made game I'm uploading to the site. To give a quick description of it: this game is an "interactive captioned image" sort of game based off the classic board game, "Snakes and Ladders". You'll roll dice, land on spaces, and be given instructions on most pages. Your goal is to reach the end of the game, while following instructions, without losing control of your bladder. As with anything like this sort of game, know your limits and stop or take a break if you need to; sometime the RNG is pretty harsh, and while I tried to mitigate it through properly spacing out instructions, randomness can't ever be fully tamed. If you ever feel as if you will be in danger from following instructions in this game, then stop. No game is worth getting sick or worse over. Feel free to contact me with feedback or if you encounter any sort of bug or problem. I could only run so many tests on the game, so some things may have fallen through the cracks. I will do my best to fix any issues that may arise. I do not own any of the art used in the captioned images of this game. If you are an artist whose work I used and would like to be credited or have this game removed from being downloaded, contact me. I apologize for not having a "credits" section, but most of these are works from my personal stash and I have long-since lost where I found them (I also just don't have the motivation to reverse image search 100+ pictures tbh).

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  2. 925 downloads

    Schoolgirl is tied up in a warehouse and made to drink water from a kettle. She then tries to desperately escape, but is blocked by the camera man and ends up wetting herself.

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  3. 1,236 downloads

    Girl is bound in a room and forced to drink various liquids which cause her to wet her panties twice! Meanwhile, her urine is gathered in a tub and she is forced to taste it at the end! ^.^

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  4. When I'm planning on a wetting, I often like to play a little game I've devised. The rules are very simple, and it can be done with any liquid although I like beer both because of the diuretic effect and the alcohol - coffee also works well ;). I'm curious as to whether anyone else does this sort of thing, so here's the rules as I've devised them: 1. I'm not allowed to stand up for any reason other than replenishing the drink-of-choice 2. I'm not allowed to hold myself - if [when] I do, then I have to have a swallow of my drink 3. If I leak then I have to chug a "full" drink This tends to cause an "exponential" need to pee where the initial spurts soon grow into a major wetting (at which point I'll grab myself and run to the bathroom before making a mess - it's only a few yards away, so I can hold it back for long enough). Does anyone else do anything like this? If so, what are the rules you've come up with?
  5. The first time I got drunk, happened when I was just a little more than fourteen years old. I was alone at home, my mother was at a party at some good friends. As I was born in France, and lived there for about twelve years, before we moved to Sweden, I was used to have a glass of wine mixed with water sometimes at dinner. Well, that evening I got bored being alone, and started to search all the cupboards at our home to find something, that could excite me. In my mother's bedroom I detected a shelf full of the sexiest and wonderfully beautiful underwears. Stuff, that I'd never seen my mother wear. I got really excited and began to try on the most gossamer silk panties and bras. OK, the bras didn't fit, I had hardly any breasts at that age. Then I found sexy garterbelts with pointlace, looking so cute. And there were lots of nylon stockings. Everything felt so nice to touch! I chose panties, a garterbelt and stockings, all of them sinfully black, and put them on. I had some difficulties to find out how to attach the garters to the stocking tops, but eventually I managed. I looked for a dress or a skirt, but they were all too big for me. Then I found a very cute, white petticoat. After having wound its waistband several turns, it fitted rather well. I completed with a very transparent, light red, silk blouse. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Wow!!! I thought I looked very sophisticated! I hitched up the petticoat. Wow again! I looked so sexy, I thought! I knew, I should have put those clothes back again, but I didn't expect my mother home for hours. So I kept them on and left the bedroom with a proud expression on my face. I thought something was missing though. Surely my face looked very pale and dull. I went to the bathroom and looked among her cosmetics. I put rouge on my cheeks. I liked the eyeliner, I'm proud of my drawing skill, and thought that I made very artistic and elegant eyelines. I smeared dark brown eyeshadow on my eyelids. With a brow pencil I hoped to make my eyebrows thinner and more elegant, finishing with a stylish turn on the ends. I didn't succeed to make my brows thinner; on the contrary actually. And the turns... they looked more like curbed sausages. But anyhow - not too bad for a beginner, I thought after several efforts. With the mascara I succeded very well. I have long eyelashes, and I brushed on a considerable amount of dark brown mascara on them. It made me look very seductive; that was my firm opinion. I finished with painting my lips with red lipstick. I was very pleased with the result, and could hardly tear myself from the mirror. Looking so very grown-up, I thought it would be quite alright to have a glass of wine. I went in to the living room and opened the liquor cabinet. There I caught sight of a bottle of sherry. I remembered, that I once been allowed to taste a few drops of sherry, and that I found it to taste delicious. I didn't think twice; I grabbed the bottle of sherry and quickly shut the cabinet. I wasn't sure of, which glass to choose. There were some rather small glasses, but I thought they were for strong spirits, and I was rather sure, that sherry was a wine. I chose one of the big wine glasses, and poured out a full glass. I tasted it. Yummy! It tasted even better than coca-cola! I brought the bottle and the glass with me to the living room, and sank down into an arm chair. I raised the glass in what I thought to be a sophisticated manner, and proposed a toast to myself. I went on proposing toasts to one friend after the other. The first glass was soon finished, and I poured out an other. I really liked sherry! I appointed it to be my favourite drink. Ever! For which I proposed another toast. By now I needed to pee. But not yet, I thought, I could easily hold on much longer. I emptied the second glass. I sensed a crave for biscuits, and stood up. I took a first step towards the kitchen, but it was like my legs no longer knew how to walk, and I stopped. I wobbled to and fro and then, suddenly, I found myself sitting in the chair again. I thought that was as it should; I didn't remember, why I stood up. Anyway, my head was kind of spinning, and I thought it was only wise to sit down. It was a funny feeling, like I was riding on a merry-go-round. I giggled. But the merry-go-round made me feel more in need to pee. I put a hand in between my thighs. The pettycoat road up, and I thought I looked very sexy in my mother's nylon stockings. I pressed my hand on the crotch of the black, sheer silk panties. I rubbed them gently against my pussy. It felt kind of good, and I thought there were no point in not to continue. So I did. After a while I realized, that my (well, my mother's) panties had become very wet from my pussy juices. Shit, what would my mother think? That thought didn't last long. Increasing feelings from my pussy took over every ounce of mental activity I might have had. I felt stronger and stronger twitches in my mimsy, and I was panting and moaning! I bounced and twisted myself around in the chair. I started to scream, and felt a strong spurt of pee coming out! Then another spurt and then I came in a mighty orgasm, making my sluices to open. It was like the orgasms never would stop to come! And I also peed like for ever. From some strange reason I wondered if my pee now tasted sherry. I cupped my hand under my pussy to fill it with pee. I managed to get a little, and brought it to my mouth and tasted it. It didn't taste as sherry at all. But it tasted good! "What are you doing!" It was my mother! It was like she'd emerged out of nowhere. I hadn't heard her coming. "Hi! You're already at home? Have you had a nice evening?" I thought the right thing was to be polite, although my last orgasm was still running riot in my pussy, and a last spurt of pee made its way through my... shit! I remembered - my mother's panties. I tried to stand up, and (miracle!) I succeded, but on very unsteady feet. Standing up I realized, that in the chair there was a big pool of my pee. With a splash I dipped back into the chair. "Victoria! You're drunk!" Yelled my mother. The rest was so painful, that I prefer to stop writing right now.
  6. Just as a reference as to why what happens happens, here are some details about the story. This happened a few days before last x-mas. (time). I was 5'2'' at the time and weighed about 135 lbs. I had never drank before in my life I had a friend over So one day a friend and I decided we were going to have a few shots at my house. My pantry is full of alcohol so my parents never would have noticed any missing. So once we had our shot glasses and vodka we took about 3. Well after about 20 mins I didn't NOTICE anything, I felt fine. so I took 3 more well now I'm at 6. Now would have been a good time to stop, well i didn't i began to feel heavy and the ground seemed to be alot closer than usual (that's not saying alot considering my height but...) So since we were both not thinking straight I decided to have a few more. Well in the end i'd had about 10-12 (don't remember) so i had no thought process whatsoever and no balance either so I fell this way and that way. At one point I fell on the small x-mas tree we had,I crushed it :(. Well I then soon passed out in my doorway. My mom came in the house and wondered why I had fallen asleep on the floor and tried to wake me up. That didn't work so she freaked out (understandably) and dialed 911. The rescue squad came and put me in the ambulance. I finally puked my guts out all over the vehicle and made quite a scene.(I don't remember any of this from the doorway forward, i was informed of the rest by people who were there) I was semi conscious because they didn't know what was wrong so I had to be awake for when they put a catheter in my happy place<----(worst pain ever)http://surgery.about.com/od/glossaryofsurgicalterms/g/Catheter.htm <-- (explanation of a catheter) Well as they were doing this things got kinda trippy. I seemed to have split into two, They're was the drunken and enraged me, and then there was the normal straight thinking me. The enraged me was on the surface screaming in pain and cursing all the nurses, I said things like "go to hell you b****" and "I will fu***ng kill you, you SOB". At the same time i was inside of myself telling myself to stop screaming, I was trying to calm the other me down, I didn't want him to hurt anyone or himself. I felt like I was underwater but at the same time i was dry. I guess that's what floating feels like. well after that I passed out again. Well the next time I woke up, I was in a hospital. At first I was wondering "where am I?" It soon hit me "oh right i got drunk and must have gotten caught... damn, what a way to get caught." Well nothing exciting happens for the next few hours so i'll just skip it. Okay now we are at the part where they have to take the catheter out. I really don't want to get to into that. lets just say it hurt...ALOT, and going to the bathroom the first few times after was not pleasant at all. It felt like I was wetting fireballs and lightning bolts. No joke. The moral to this story? DON'T GET DRUNK.
  7. 1,150 downloads

    One of two bar scenes in which John engages Angel in flirtatious conversation at her table in a bar, distracts her each time she's about to get up and go to the bathroom, gets her drunk, then eventually tickles her to make her wet herself. In this variation, Angel is not wearing panties / brief nudity and nude peeing involved.

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  8. One night, while hanging out, a couple of the guys decided it would be a fun idea to go sledding/snow tubing/snowboarding, and plans were quickly made, alcohol acquired. The drinking began right away, of course, even in the truck being driven by the older brother of my sometimes lover, Luke. Not even halfway to the brother's girlfriend's house to pick her up, Luke was complaining that he needed to piss, but his brother refused to pull over since Luke had just gotten busted for pissing in public a couple days ago, and got off with a warning. Upon arriving at the girlfriend's house, big brother went inside, and the moment he was out of site, Luke hurried out of the truck and began pissing in the snowy street. When he was gone, another friend, Rose, announced to me and her foster brother that she had to piss, too, and was debating getting out of the truck when Luke came back in and announced he'd found the concrete under the snow just before his brother came out and asked him if he'd just pissed by the car. Luke admitted right away he had, proud of himself, and his brother scolded him and told him he was going to get everyone busted, and ordered him into the back with all the equipment and the rest of us. It was a tight fit, since the other guy was about 450 pounds, if not more, and I ended up sitting in Luke's lap. We had to stop at a liquor store, and Rose wanted to get out and piss again, but Luke's brother told her to just hold it until we got to the hill, it would look suspicious if she came into the liquor store with him. I was starting to have to go, too, but I knew I could wait until we got to the hill, which was in a park in the ghetto nearby. I wasn't wild about having to piss outside in the cold, but hey, it would still be pissing outside. After picking up more beer, we went to the hill. Big brother opened up the back of the truck to let us out, and Rose immediately took off for the winter-dead trees and bushes. I decided to hold it for awhile longer, and went with the guys and big brother's girlfriend up to the hill. I wasn't sure I wanted to play in the snow. Even though I was wearing sweatpants, jeans, a hoodie, and Luke's hunting coat, and I had been drinking, I was still cold. I didn't have boots either, just my old Nike Cortez, which I reinforced with duct tape for this adventure. Two pairs of socks. Stupid knit hat. I stood and watched the guys play in the snow. Luke was more into it than 450lb Joe, who grew winded fast, and shamelessly pissed right out in the open, and there were a lot of people on the hill that night, the park was in the middle of a very urban area. Seeing him do that made me realize I needed to piss soon. I excused myself from the other two girls, and began looking for a more discrete, respectful place to do it than where Joe had. Growing desperation made me hasty, so I resorted to the street, between two parked cars, hidden somewhat by a snowbank. I even hoped I'd be able to piss, sometimes my bladder shut down in the cold. But, I didn't have problems that night, I took a nice long piss pretty confident no one had seen me. When I stood up, I realized how drunk I was; when I drank, I tended to overdo it. I began heading up the hill to find Luke's brother and get the keys for the truck, so I could sit inside and listen to the radio. Halfway up, I ran into Rose and the brother's girlfriend, who told me they were going to take a piss and asked me if I wanted to join them. I told them no, that I'd just "found the concrete" down yonder, and that I just wanted the keys so I could sit in the truck. Normally, I would've loved to join them, but I was at the point where I was starting to feel like crap and just wanted to sit, even lay down if possible. So, the girlfriend gave me the keys and said they'd meet me in the truck. I went out to the truck, and surprisingly, big brother was also there. I gave him the keys, and sat down in the passenger seat, enjoying the heat until the girls came back, and I had to give the seat up to the girlfriend. But, he was a gentleman, and got out to let all three of us sit in the heated cab. Rose told me she'd tried getting back to the bushes she'd pissed in earlier, but had started pissing herself and just had to yank down her pants and just let it flow right where she was. That, of course, had made big brother's girlfriend need to go even worse, so she'd just squatted right down beside Rose. Rose said she was thankful she was wearing two layers of sweatpants, so her accident didn't show. Joe came back to the car, too, and laid down in the truck bed like Jabba and passed out. I was starting to feel like I had to piss again. I was just about to excuse myself when big brother came back with Luke. When I had to leave the comfort of the cab for the cold, cramped truck bed, my need grew to the point I had to ask big brother to drop me off first, before anyone else, unless he wanted to let me out for a quick piss. Of course, he didn't. I only lived about 10-15 minutes from the hill, but in the cold, my seal broken, I was miserable. Rose was encouraging, telling me that I'd make it home and wouldn't wet my pants like she had, but I doubted it. I had my house key in my hand ready to go half a mile from my house, my skin was tingling I needed to piss so badly. Finally, we got to my house, big brother let me out, and I dashed up to the house, hoping I wouldn't wet myself on the doorstep like I had in second grade. Luck was in my favor, no one was in the bathroom, or even awake, but I had just reached my limits by the time I got there. My undies and sweatpants were pretty wet by the time I collapsed on the toilet and took another endless piss.
  9. View File Diana is a Messy Drunk Diana is a lot like me, once she's had a couple too many drinks, she gets messy. It's a good thing that someone's set up a camera in her room to watch her as she get sloppy. First she leaks into her yellow pants (how naughty), and then she pisses herself completely. Yes, she's pissed ;) After a few too many she passes out in the corner, what a drunk! After a little while more she's up again, cleaning up the room, covered in her own piss and shame. Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/06/2016 Category Pants Wetting
  10. Last November I turned 18 years old, which being from the UK meant I could finally go out for a drink. Now I am not a heavy drinker but I wanted to experience my local gay scene so when I was invited out to a run of the gay clubs in my area I couldn't refuse. I hadn't ever had more than one drink in a night before that night so didn't really understand how badly drinking could make you need to pee. When I was on my third drink it started to hit me, I wasn't even drinking anything strong. However I wanted to hold it as I was talking to a pretty girl. By the time I went I had already leaked a bit in my underwear and was a bit tipsy. I sat in the toilet and remember sighing loudly so everyone could hear me (not on purpose I was just enjoying my pee) and then when I carried on peeing longer than expected I said once again quite loudly "Wow it just keeps going doesn't it!" at this point I could hear folk giggling. When I came out the stall, still pulling up my jeans as I went, with a big smile on my face I turned to another attractive girl I was out with that night and said "Wow I really was hydrated" sounding very impressed with myself for being able to pee so much. That was my first time experiencing the effects of alcohol on the bladder what was yours like?
  11. Dear omo-lovers, I frequently wet my pants after a night out at the café or the club and I'm guessing I'm not the only one who does it - on purpose or completely by accident. I think there are many reasons why people wet themselves when they go out. First of all, the liquids you consume easily fill your bladder. Especially when you drink alcohol, which is usually the case when I go to a pub or club. Second, alcohol will slow down your ability to control your muscles, impaires your reaction time and on top of that, alcohol usually makes you more likely to loosen up a bit - and to push your boundaries. Third : there are less people on the street - the chance of you getting caught is a lot smaller than at noon, for example, plus your accident will be (partly) hidden by the dark. Also, at four o'clock in the night you are less likely to find a toilet on your way home. Usually, after a night out I walk to my house if the weather is ok. It's a 30 minute walk from the pubs to my house and most of the time, my bladder tends to fill up quickly because of the consumed alcohol. Also, I do not go to the toilet at least 30 minutes before I leave the pub. So my bladder will be quite full when I am going home. I like the feeling of a full bladder and after some alcohol, I'm likely to do more naughty things. After 10-15 minutes walking, my bladder will start to hurt and by that time, I have reached a quiet area. Most times, I can't be bothered to hold it and simply empty my bladder into my jeans instead of searching for a toilet or squatting down with removed undies and pants. It's wayyy too much effort to remove the clothes, I am lazy and it feels very naughty when I deliberately wet myself and let my clothes become soaked. After the wetting, I will continue my journey home and sometimes I wet myself for a second time. My most memorable wetting after a night out can be found here. This is my story, has anyone similiair experiences ? If so, please do share those stories and your thoughts about wetting after a night in the pub or club!
  12. So I would love to pose an inquiry to all of those who have attended Munich's (in)famous bier festival as I heard some very interesting accounts from friends who have gone. As witnessed and recounted by a good friend of mine who was present at Oktoberfest 2012, the availability of seats in the bier tents is extremely limited and one is only allowed to taste the delicious German libations if they retain their seat. Thus many tenacious patrons who refuse to give up their seats, so they may continue drinking, will simply piss themselves where they sit. My friend was too abashed to partake in this behavior so she chose instead to relinquish her seat and piss behind a bush, since the commodes were packed, but watched as some acquaintances and strangers let the flood loose on their seats. This is apparently quite common, as corroborated by my other buddy who had also attended but did not see anything first hand. However I have also talked to a few Germans who claim that they have never seen anything of the sort. Has anyone attended who has observed such a determined (and awesome!) behavior at Oktoberfest or any other bier festival?
  13. File Name: Bar Scene One.mov File Submitter: KnottyBuoy File Submitted: 25 Mar 2013 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Skirt Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Staged/Scripted Wetting One of two bar scenes in which John engages Angel in flirtatious conversation at her table in a bar, distracts her each time she's about to get up and go to the bathroom, gets her drunk, then eventually tickles her to make her wet herself. In this variation, Angel is not wearing panties / brief nudity and nude peeing involved. Click here to download this file
  14. Found this in another forum, thought I'd share. I don't hink I've seen this one on here before, it looks like it is less than a week old. black slut pees in her panties then sucks it dry.mp4
  15. There was a sickening mix of dread and excitement in the pit of Gina’s stomach as she lowered the radio to hear her GPS’s final instruction. “In one mile, turn left on Lost Pine Way.” She could feel the vibrations from the towering stereos already. Light spilled into the street as would a beacon to wayward sailors. The air was electric. Not only had Gina received her first invitation to a party in her hometown, not only was it to one of the notorious mansion bashes of the Petro twins, but she had been personally asked to come by John Petro himself. The Petros were the wealthiest and, surprise surprise, the most popular kids in the town of Weymont. John Petro was the classic wide-shouldered, chiseled chinned, buff football star that every town seems to have. Despite his legendary status, he remained modest and friendly. Throughout high school, he was perpetually beset by a gaggle of horny girls. Gina hadn’t realized he had ever even known her name. John’s sister, Allison, had a mean streak, to put it lightly. She was the queen bee, with a reputation as large as her brother’s but minus the kindheartedness. She tortured Gina throughout all twelve years of public school, as Gina was shy and eccentric. The athletic bodied Allison’s favorite ammo against Gina was her brutal comments upon Gina’s lackluster looks. But Gina, once quite the ugly duckling, had finally transformed. She wasn’t a swan necessarily, but her first year of college had seen her discover the unconventional beauty that lay buried beneath an untamed head of hair and an unfortunate plague of acne. Now Gina, clear skin and short black hair with a punk rock streak of blue down the side, had caught the eye of John Petro. She had just arrived home for the summer when she was messaged by John on Facebook: “Hi Gina! I know we didn’t talk too often in high school, but my sister and I are throwing a party at our place this weekend if you’d like to come. Hope to see you there!” Allison Petro meandered around the enormous lawn of her mansion, basking in the barely hidden gazes of the male attendees. She wore a low cut tee and shorts that left nothing to the imagination. She carried her phone in one hand and a beer in the other, her fourth cup of the night. Dozens of guests mingled inside and out, dancing and discussing their first years of college. A keg was set up in the living room and the DJ in the parlor. Few people went upstairs (except to use the bathroom), as it only contained a few bedrooms and the large balcony. Inspired by the significant quantity of beer in her system, Allison began seeking a hook up buddy for the night. She watched the last remaining cars arrive, hoping to find someone more appealing than the riffraff that had already started partying. Nobody of special interest pulled up until a familiar girl pulled up. Allison, livid, approached her brother. “The fuck, John? Did you invite that weird bitch Gina?” John, painfully used to his sister’s sour attitude, responded calmly, “Yeah, I did. She’s a cool girl. Maybe if you’d stop judging her for a minute you’d actually like her.” “I’d laugh if I wasn’t so disgusted. I don’t even know-“ “Gina! Over here!” John interrupted his sister and waved to the latest guest. The timid girl walked over gingerly. “Oh, um, hi John. Thanks for the invite,” Gina stammered, forcing herself not to break eye contact. She glanced to the scowling girl next to him. “Hi Allison.” Allison huffed and walked away. “Don’t mind her,” John apologized. “Why don’t you go grab a drink?” Gina perked up immediately. “I’d love to!” The night raged on and the booze flowed like a river. Gina drank beer after beer, shot after shot, silently hoping to impress John with the drinking abilities she had developed in college. She was a relatively small girl, but she could hold her own against even the frat guys at her school. John, of course, was busy talking to guests and making sure his parent’s mansion wasn’t trashed, but he still stole a few minutes here and there to talk to Gina; a gesture that gave her immense joy. Allison did the same, although much of her conversations consisted of mocking the less popular guests, Gina chief among them. She too was a champion drinker, and was on par with Gina’s drink count. It wasn’t long before both had bladders full to the brim with the result of the excessive liquor. Allison stepped over a passed out guest to reach the staircase. The urge to pee had become overwhelming out of nowhere. She sprinted up the stairs only to crash into a guy standing at the end of a winding line. “You ok?” The guy asked. Allison recollected herself and said yes. She couldn’t help but dance around as her pressing need overtook her tendency to act dignified. “You can go ahead of me. You look like you really need to go.” Allison feigned shock. She had an image to maintain. She wanted others to see her as above human, almost as a goddess, and as far as she was concerned goddesses don’t urinate. “Uh, no I don’t! I was just looking for someone.” She quickly scampered back down the stairs, fighting the urge to cross her legs. She didn’t even notice Gina walking past her. Gina, apparently less appealing than Allison, was not afforded the same courtesy by the guy at the end of the line, despite the fact that she had to pee just as badly. The sound of the toilet flushing echoed down the hallway, which caused Gina to fidget even more. She had been in similar predicaments over the past year of college, but never had she found herself in a line this long. Minutes passed with nearly no movement. She tried to focus her mind elsewhere, but the mental image of sweet relief continuously snuck into her subconscious. There were clearly many desperate people in the line, as shown by their constant squirming, but Gina couldn’t imagine their need being worse than hers. A toilet flushed and a girl walked out of the bathroom, relief plastered all over her face. The line moved torturously slowly as someone else took the girls place. Gina began to genuinely fear that she might lose control. Always the calculating type, she approximated a wait of about twenty more minutes before she would have a turn in the bathroom. She also concluded that she had about fifteen minutes before she peed, bathroom or not. With those ominous thoughts swimming through her head, she began to consider her options. Allison found herself constantly stopped by guys fueled with lust and liquid courage. Her ultimate goal was to sneak away from the party and pee at the nearby diner, but her stunning body and skimpy outfit attracted men like flies. There was no way she could escape without being noticed. Allison barely spoke two words to each guy that flagged her down. She was lucky she was known for being curt. No one would suspect she was really just desperate for a toilet. Many guests, male and female, had opted to pee along the line of trees by the side of the mansion, but Allison believed herself to be far too classy for such primal behavior. She was steadily inching towards the road, where she planned to dash off to the diner once she was fully out of sight. She was getting close now. Just about fifty feet and she was home free. She could barely hold it, but at least relief was just around the- “Yooo, Allison! What’s up? How you doing?” a group of guys chorused as they inadvertently prevented her escape. Gina broke away from the line and made for the stairs. She figured she’d simply have to pee outside somewhere. But where? She had seen a few people dashing behind the trees, but she had a shy bladder. She couldn’t pee around other people and what if, god forbid, John were to stumble upon her with her pants around her ankles. No, outside was a no go. She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down the opposite end of the hallway. Making sure no one in the bathroom line saw her, she quickly rushed into a room on the far right. She closed the door behind her slowly. The queen sized bed and velvet drapes seemed to indicate the parent’s bedroom. Well now what? she thought. She wasn’t going to just pee on the carpet, as much as that was seeming more and more appealing. Glancing around, she a sliding glass door that led to a fancy marble floored balcony. Works for me. She slipped out onto the balcony that hung over the back of the mansion. All the guests were located around the front yard, so nobody would see what she was about to do. Gina pulled down her jeans, stepped onto a conveniently placed chair, and hoisted herself onto the railing. It was now or never. Allison had finally broken away from her latest group of harassers and deemed her situation a lost cause. She was just about to pee her pants and the diner was just a little too far away to hold it in long enough. She stiffly shuffled past the partygoers without acknowledging their attempts to catch her eye. She would have to pee outside, but she decided she could save herself an extra shred of dignity by picking a spot in the back where nobody else was. People would see her walking there and would probably correctly theorize her goal, but it least she wouldn’t be giving anyone a free show. Once she made it behind the mansion, she dashed to a spot a few feet in front of the wall. She ripped her shorts down and positioned herself into a high squat. An absolute torrent of pee shot out of her at a record speed. She silently willed the stream to quiet down, paranoid someone would hear it and come to investigate, but her bladder was currently independent of the rest of her body. She tried to move her shoes away from the rapidly growing puddle, but she couldn’t avoid some contact due to the sheer quantity of urine on the ground. She sighed, her pee not even halfway through. The dirt all around her was soaked through with pee and she did not look forward to trudging through the pee-mud when she finished. Her mind began to wander as her stream continued its endless gush. She thought of which guy she might like to hook up with later. She thought of what she planned to do over the summer. She thought of the type of new car she wanted for her birthday. She thought of the weather. She didn’t recall seeing anything about rain but suddenly her head was getting sprinkled. She glanced up, trying to keep her balance so as not to spray her leg, and was greeted with a thick stream of pee right in her face. Gina couldn’t start her pee right away. She felt like an ocean was in her bladder, yet it wouldn’t release. After about thirty seconds of nothing, she closed her eyes and pretended she was sitting on a toilet. Finally she began to pee. Seconds later she heard a bloodcurdling scream from directly below her. The shock nearly caused her to fall off the railing, but she steadied herself. “Oh my god!” came a voice from below. “Someone’s peeing on me! Help! Oh god, it’s in my mouth!” Gina panicked. She hopped off the railing, pee still streaming out of her but miraculously missing her clothes, and quickly squatted on the balcony floor to release more of her bladder’s contents. She cut the stream off midflow and sprinted into the bedroom and out into the hallway. The yells of the girl below her couldn’t be heard by anyone in the house due to the blaring music, so no one had any reason to notice Gina silently making her way to the back of the bathroom line. She figured it’d be the most inconspicuous place to hide, and besides, she still had to pee a bit. “Hey John, I just wanted to thank you again for inviting me. I had so much fun and I’d really like to do it again some time!” Gina said to her crush as she prepared to go home. Hours had passed since the incident and people couldn’t stop talking about it. The outside guests, far enough removed from the music to hear Allison’s cries, ran around the back to see a sight no one would ever forget. Allison lay on her back in a large puddle of her own pee, her pants around her ankles, urine still spraying out of her and into the air. Phones immediately began flashing to capture the moment. She was screaming about someone peeing on her, but nobody saw anyone when they looked up at the balcony. Her cries were written off as drunken rambling. Allison now lay sobbing in her room, obsessively checking social media to see how quickly the videos of her were spreading. Long story short, it went viral. “Hey no problem, Gina! I’m glad you came,” John said as he embraced her. “I’m disappointed I didn’t get the chance to know you in high school, but I’d like to change that now. Want to catch a movie tomorrow night?” Gina smiled. Life was good.
  16. Hello friends, I want to share with you the story of the absolutely best desperation, which I organized in one big city where people speak Russian. I live in Moscow and often go on business trips. So I found a way to get desperation from girls "with low social responsibility." It consists of 2 stages. On the first night I chose the most sexiest of the 8 "working" girls that was at the bar for an hour. During this hour, besides the basic actions, I immediately asked her to pee at me at the end of the hour for a small bonus. She agreed. Then I told her that I like being with a girl who wants to pee. She said that she is excited during sex more with a full bladder. I suggested that she play the "game" with me the next day and outline how it will be. She generally agreed, but she does not drink beer. So I came up with an individual script for her (see below) which she accepted. I enclose the photo report. I will post the finalle of the story next weekend if you leave a lot of comments. Notice her bladder bulge at the end of the second hour ( picutes 9-11) and how it was in the beginning (picture 3) . I've never seen such a storng bulge in my life! Scenario: "White wine and 2 hours of holding." We are in the hotel room. You drink 2 liters of water with me. After this, the time starts. You can not pee for 2 hours! Every 30 minutes of hold with dry panties you get $ 100. Total: if you can save the dry panties 2 hours you get $ 400. After this I let you pee with my presence in a measurin cup. During the game you must drink a bottle of white wine. I'll take some photos without a face. Clothes: sexy underwear, high heals, stockings with lace or pantyhose and a mini skirt or mini dress. Take spare clothing, just in case ;-)
  17. So I am laying in bed drinking a little. And I am trying to decide if I might want to wet a little bit in my boxers when i have to go a little latter on..... what do you think i should do?
  18. File Name: Very desperate before a clip File Submitter: Sinna (2pee4you) File Submitted: 12 Apr 2013 File Category: Home Made Videos Clothing: Jeans I had a customer request where I had to hold my pee for 3 more minutes after being very desperate already (http://www.clips4sale.com/47160/8282383). When I had started the recording, I first had to counter a wave of desperation where I leaked a little bit but was barely able to put on skin tight jeans, which helped me a lot in controling the pee (naked is very difficult to hold). Then I noticed that I forgot a time measuring device (clock) so I ran off to get one. After that I could hold my pee pretty good so I started to drink some malt beer (makes me pee). When I noticed that I was 'safe' for a while, I stopped the camera and recorded the actual clip a little bit later. This clip was left over as my store upload was a completely new clip. But as I saw how desperate I was I couldn't delete it and wanted to share it here, as my rollerblade clip got such nice comments already and this is far more desperation than in the rollerblade clip. There is no peeing directly, but I am leaking a bit and I also show the floor for a bit where you can see the pee. I am briefly naked in this as I put on the jeans and release my hand from my crotch for some seconds. If you are offended by that, please don't download this one. The technical side: length 2:39, 194Mb, filetype: mp4, resolution 1920 x 1080p FULL HD, bitrate 10000kbit/s, framerate 50fps, 192bit 48kHz stereo audio This clip is only available on omorashi.org. If you see it anywhere else, it has been uploaded without my permission. Click here to download this file
  19. JAV [sPC00026] 熟女倶楽部3950-高坂保奈美-初裏無修正動画-hd-半泣き失 Submitted by: Maria-Sanza Submission Date: : 13 Sep 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Skirt Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Staged/Scripted Wetting File upload of post mentioned here: http://omorashi.org/topic/8893-sdde-290/#entry371281 This thing was a bitch to download. Apparently it's the first episode of a series. Enjoy in HD. Model's name appears to be Honami Takasaka. Assistance in uploading the rest would be appreciated: Click here to download this file
  20. So I figure there need to be more experiences from girls on here. Here's one of my own. I have had only a handful of genuine accidents. The first time it happened in my adult life, I was 19 and drinking on the patio of my dorm building with my group of smoking badass buddies. I saw a guy I remembered having met recently, and tipsily decided I needed to chase him down the walkway, shrieking some nonsense at him. When we reached the door to the building I just felt a splash down my thighs. That was it. No build-up. I can't remember if I had noticed I needed to pee before that, or if it was just from the exertion of running. But I quickly ducked inside to clean myself up. My panties were soaking wet and I remember being completely confused... This had never happened to me before. How had I suddenly peed in my pants?? I dried myself off, or so I thought, and headed back outside. I thought I'd gotten away with it, as the pants I had on were very dark blue and not tight, until I rejoined my friends. I set my cigarette pack precariously on my lap, conveniently on top of the biggest part of the wet spot. Heart racing, lizard brain pounding (I'd known I was into this but had NEVER dared to be the one who wet herself), I settled back down and lit a smoke. My girl friend decided to tell a story about the last time she'd peed her pants (as a kid). Being drunk, I didn't pick up on what she'd picked up on so I just laughed. Several years later I realized "damnit! She totally said that on purpose!" And now, even though it was a lifetime ago, I still am embarrassed that my friends might have noticed that i pissed my pants one time while I was drunk.
  21. I went to my sister’s after work. We had Indian take-out, played with her cat, watched a terrible BBC programme. She got high and I laughed at her while I baked a cake. I’d just finished icing it when I got the text from a friend going through a breakup. Just as I’d suspected – she needed some companionship on a Friday night. Wallowing wasn’t doing her any good. So, I told her to catch the SeaBus downtown. My sister and I got hussied up, hopped in my car and drove downtown to meet her. It was a GORGEOUS night. I hadn’t planned to go out but it would have been a damn shame if I hadn’t. It was warm and clear. I wore a knee length, sleeveless navy blue lace dress over a plain slip and a pair of quirky girly camo slip-ons to keep it casual. I wore my hair messy, half loosely clipped with a silly bejeweled beak clip and piled on the brown and gold eye makeup. It was plenty warm that, after parking, I just left my jacket in the trunk. The three of us descended on a scuzzy pub in Gastown. The only seats we could find were shared with a handful of hammered boys in their early twenties. That was alright. They weren’t crude or grabby. We ordered a cheap pitcher of beer and the other two got cocktails. I started in on the beer as is my habit. The music was terrible and the boys obnoxious but, after a couple beer, I didn’t care. All three of us were relaxing and our friend seemed less distressed. I thought it a good time to invite her to dance. I drunkenly shimmied on the dance floor, beckoning her to join me. All three of us wiggled for three or four songs before returning to our table for a drink. What we needed was water. What was in front of us was beer. We finished the pitcher and ordered another before returning to the dance floor. About half way through that next dance was when I started feeling really good. I was wasted and felt that familiar pressure in my bladder building. I always get so high off that feeling. I was in the company of ladyfriends though, one of whom needed comfort, so I didn’t let on how physically aroused I was getting by it. We returned to our table, now completely blasted. We were as loud and obnoxious as the boys at the table by this point. Working our way through the rest of our second pitcher of beer, we engaged the young men on various topics from whether they’d ever been surfing in Tofino and how they felt about Putin and if they’d ever had a donair to what they wanted to be when they grow up. Their answers were entertaining. The discussion culminated in a loud, drunken sing-a-long to Rush’s Limelight. All the while, I sat on that wooden bench, rocking slightly. I wasn’t able to drink anymore. I was wasted and so full. That pressure though – I was loving it. Sitting down, it was so much more intense. Leaning slightly forward, my full bladder pressed against the outside wall of my g-spot. As I leaned in I’d bring my knees up, heels popping out of my slip-ons, and squeeze my middle. I was experiencing amazing fluttering sensations up my abdomen, into my breasts every time I squeezed my bladder leaning forward. I dared to reach down and press into my bladder with the fingertips of my left hand to intensify the sensation. There was so much going on around me, no one was paying attention to what was happening under the table and my quiet moans were completely inaudible over the ruckus. Everyone else at my table was deeply engaged in a drunken discussion about dolphins in captivity and summer music festivals and solar energy and biomedical waste disposal. I was in my own little world, terribly aroused and enjoying the hell out of myself without anyone around me having a clue or being a part of it. Of course, with all that rocking and squeezing and pressing and bending, matters were becoming increasingly urgent. I had it under control though and I was still very much at the point where the pleasure I was deriving was outweighing any pain from holding. I continued with my ritual, glancing side to side to ensure no one was watching, then disappearing back into my thoughts, fantasising about how well my man would take care of me if he’d been there. I just love watching his eyes when I’m holding in public, obviously struggling. That’s when I caught my sister looking at me from across the table, concerned. While I’d been daydreaming about getting into trouble and being rescued by my big strong man, I’d somewhat lost my composure. I was biting my lip, something my man can tell you is a dead giveaway with me. Luckily, my sister has no idea what that face means when I make it so I was able to pass it off as generic discomfort. I texted both she and our friend seen as shouting across the table wasn’t going to do a lot of good, saying I was ready to go. The bathrooms in that place are disgusting and it’s a long walk back to the train, which I would be pee dancing during, plus the train ride home before I could use a toilet that doesn’t scare me. I needed to begin making my way home or towards an alternative bathroom. Otherwise I’d be squatting in an alley or worse. I’ll leave it at that for now. I’m not drunk anymore and need to go into the city to pick my car up today so I better get some sleep! Will share more tomorrow. J
  22. Hi everyone! I just talked to a good friend and discovered that they have an Omo fetish, specifically when consuming alcohol.. A direct quote from her.. "When we are drinking, I wear depends so I don't have to get up and pee.." Wow!! What a wonderful surprise! For the record, I usually get drunk, desperate, then normally pee my pants.. I have worn and soaked goodnites, Tena overnight incontinence pads, and Depends fit flex pull ons.. I'm wanting to totally try her idea next time we drink together.. My question is, what would be the best pull on or full on diaper to wear during a drunken night? I pee A LOT when drinking beer and liquor.. Thanks!!
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    Twice Tyler gets desperate while driving leading her to wet herself and then rewet herself, twice. For old times sake the last one is a short one from the late 90s. I think she was called Coastal Girl Tyler. Sorry, I had the thumbnail maker set for longer vids.

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