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View File Drunk and in despair in stockings I COME FROM A COSTUME PARTY WHERE I WENT WITHOUT MY PARENTS' PERMISSION, I COME BACK SO AND VERY WANTING TO PEE, I AM SO DESPERATE THAT I CAN'T FIND MY KEYS AFTER SO MUCH SEARCHING I FINALLY FOUND THEM I GET IN HOME BUT IN SILENCE BECAUSE I'M AND MY PARENTS CAN'T SEE ME LIKE THIS, I'M IN THE LIVING ROOM WANTING TO GO TO THE BATHROOM QUICKLY BUT I CAN'T REACH AND DET MY PANTYHOSES I'M CLUCKY.. DO YOU LIKE TO SEE ME PEE AND EMBARRASSED.. LET ME KNOW??? Submitter melikai Submitted 03/05/2023 Category Female  

Hi everyone! I was wondering if someone could rip this. This user doesn't accept new friend requests, so I cannot add them. If anyone has another copy of this vid, they can also upload it here! Drunk Girl Passed Out Peed Her Pants - ThisVid.com

Drunk Bedwetting - video 2 - ThisVid.com Thanks in advance!

There have been many experiences on this site about revellers peeing in public during parties at bars, or big events like concerts, Carnival, New Years, you name it. But what's surprising is that I haven't seen a whole lot of stuff about Pride parades and fairs, which is ironic since many on this site are LGBTQ+ themselves. How common is it to see public urination during Pride events, in big cities, small-town locales, or even in the middle of buttfuck nowhere?

Part One I was shitfaced, stumbling down the street surrounded by my boisterous friends. The volume of alcoholic beverage I’d been consuming throughout the night went far beyond what I’d planned on, bloating my belly and dizzying my vision. We stopped by an alley so Dana could smoke, standing in a circle. There, I became aware of an uncomfortable fullness, and that sudden urgency that alcohol is notorious for. “Should I pee behun… behind that dumpster?” I slurred. I was only half joking. “Fuck no!” David said, further cementing my suspicion that he was one of the more sober ones at the moment. “You guys could keep guh… guard! I’m wearing a dress, anyway. Eas-easy access.” “Yesss,” Shiela’s uncontrolled volume was matching my energy perfectly. “I’ll piss with you, baby.” “No, honey,” Dana said, tossing her cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. “Let’s go into this convenience store.” I tripped on something and fell on my ass, jostling my full bladder. I sat there laughing hysterically, pressing my thighs together. “Help me up, I gotta peeee!” I whined. David came to my rescue. He helped me into the convenience store, too. “Oh, nuh uh. None of that, please,” the woman at the counter told us when she saw us come in. “Send in someone sober. We don’t do that.” “She just needs the bathroom,” David replied. “I can’t let someone in who can’t even stand on their own two feet.” “I can stand!” I countered, pushing myself off of David and swaying a bit. My hand moved to my crotch on it’s own accord. “I’ll be quick, I promise.” She looked at me sternly. “I have to ask you to leave.” “I’ll… I’ll be so quick!” “Come on, let’s just try somewhere else,” Dana said, gently grabbing my arm and escorting me out. “But I really have to go…” I said, holding myself and stepping around in place as soon as we got outside. “Quit doing that!” Dana swatted at my hands, making me feel stupid. “Guys, where am I gonna pee at?” “Let’s just go back to the bar,” David proposed. “That’s all the way back on 6th street!” Shiela countered. “As a last resort, let’s do that,” Dana compromised, “there’s a couple more places on the block we can try.” Fifteen minutes and a few more embarrassing experiences later, and I was even more full of urine. “I gotta gooo…” I whined, leaning on my knees and swaying my butt around. “I guess let’s head back to the bar, then,” Dana sighed. “Too much fucking walking,” Shiela complained, but we went. Every step was an uncomfortable pulse in my bloated bladder. Every once in a while, I’d get hit by a wave of urgency and I’d start pressing my legs together each step, whimpering and clutching at the front of my dress. I gently palmed my bulging organ, trying to deal with the discomfort. “I have to go…” I said pitifully. “We’re almost there, sweetie,” Dana rubbed my back. “No the fuck we aren’t,” Shiela said, “my feet are gonna hurt by the time we get there.” “I don’t think I can make it,” I said as I felt another wave coming on. This time, I had to stop in my tracks, my legs tightly pressed together and my hands moving in between my thighs. I stood there holding myself and squirming on the spot. “Come on, baby. Sooner we get there, sooner you can pee, you know?” I took a deep and shaky breath and forced myself to keep going. To be continued…

Hello! Looking for a video that was previously posted to Omorashi.tv, haven't been able to find it since. Several Japanese women (maybe around 30yo ?) were having a party in an apartment and getting quite drunk. They all go to the bathroom normally until everyone is very desperate. Two women goes together at the same time bc. they are too desperate to wait. One woman stands outside, banging on the door, whining and eventually wets herself next to another woman outside the bathroom. Does someone recognise this video?

View File EE-651 EE-651 - Izakaya toilet voyeur: continuous drunken urination by various girlfriends. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/16/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File Cool crazy jeans wetting Cool crazy jeans wetting for jeans fetish lovers crocker_cool_wet_pee_jeans 2.mp4 Submitter Denimlover Submitted 10/26/2022 Category Male  

In the days before covid my company gave a big party for all employees with plenty to eat and drink. They also had a bus service organized on which you could take a ride home in the night. There were two buses on different routes that went crisscross through the whole city and the suburbs, so those who were the last ones to get off were facing a long ride. My destination was in the second half of the tour. I'd had plenty of beer and other drinks through the evening, so I went to pee before I got on board. But as you know, alcohol and lots of liquids don't mix well with a rather mediocre bladder capacity. Normally it's not much more than a 20 minute drive from the place of the party to where I live, but the bus didn't even start on time. It already took like 20 minutes before everybody was inside. When we finally started, the bus went here and there and back again to drop people of, and before long I had to pee again. I thought I was fine, because my stop was maximum an hour away, but time rolled slowly while my bladder filled quickly and it became pretty urgent. I tried to sit still and relaxed, only shifted my position now and then, but I became ever more restless. There were still people on the seats around me, so I considered placing my jacket on my lap to hide a hand and sneakily hold myself underneath in an attempt to make myself more comfortable. But instead I just leaned forward onto the next seat to reduce the tension around my aching bladder. We came closer to my stop, only about 15 minutes left, so I knew I would be OK. That was when a woman from our press department, who sat on the seat across the aisle, also complained loudly how she needed to pee. I knew that her stop was at least another 20 minutes away from mine and I don't know how long she'd still had to walk from the bus stop to her home. Unfortunately, I wasn't drunk enough to talk to her about and to tell her that I was bursting as well. I'd love to know how well she made it home that night. But then my stop came and I could finally get off the bus. As soon as I was out of the door, my hand shot down to my crotch and I squeezed myself tightly. I live in a quiet neighborhood, but it was Saturday night and still light in some windows, so peeing in some bushes or the street right there was no option. It's only a few hundred meters from the bus stop to my house, so I moved on, bent forward and constantly holding myself. When I finally reached my street, I heard voices round the corner, so I had to let go for a short moment which took a lot of concentration not to leak. It was just two other drunk guys, and as soon as I had passed them my hand returned to my crotch. My bladder really hurt by then. When I finally fumbled the key out of my pocket and opened the door, the need became once more worse, because I was so close to relief now. Somehow I struggled out of my shoes and jacket with one hand and finally made it to the toilet with slightly damp panties... After all, it was a funny experience

View File LULU-083 LULU-083-01 - While at a little drinking party a girl becomes drunk and starts to doze off. One of the guys offers to take her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Once she gets to the bed she passes out the guy takes out his phone and pulls up her skirt for some pictures. During this however she starts wetting herself in her sleep. Shortly after she awakes in a puddle while being filmed by the man. LULU-083-02 - After a few days of using the video as blackmail she begins to enjoy messing around with him. So one day while lying on the couch together he gives her something sexy to wear while using a vibrator to make her wet herself. Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut file has everything above plus sex The last 7 screenshots are some of the things you can watch in the Uncut file Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/18/2022 Category JAV Collections  

I'm sure we have all had moments of desperation during those times we had been drinking. I always find myself making frequent trips to the bathroom when I've got alcohol in my system and this had led to many close calls as well as a few accidents over the years. This experience happened a few years ago when I was 19 and drinking was still a new thing for me. As a result, I was not yet used to having to hold my pee like I am now and I was totally caught off guard. Me and my friends were hanging out at our local beach where we had a fire and a few beers. It was still a bit cold in the evenings so I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie on top. Nothing fancy. Since we were outside in a pretty open area we had to walk back to the (very gross) out houses beside the parking lot anytime we needed to pee that night. While the walk only took a minute or two it was far enough out of the way that I did not want to go to the bathroom right away every time I felt the urge to pee, which was quite often as I got more drunk. I was sort of a lightweight and still am now which, when combined with my inexperience with alcohol at the time, meant that I went from tipsy to officially drunk after only a few drinks. I made the mistake of "breaking the seal" as soon as I felt the urge to pee for the first time that night and that made me need to pee again pretty quickly. I don't remember exactly how long we were there but it felt like I had went to the bathroom at least 3 times in the last hour so the process of walking there and back was starting to get a little annoying. Also, as I mentioned earlier, the toilets were pretty disgusting as they were basically holes in the ground with seats over them. These things made me want to put off peeing again for as long as I could so that I could chill with my friends. I started to squirm around a bit as my need to pee increased and because I was drunk I wasn't too worried about holding myself around other people. Alcohol always makes me feel pretty desperate to pee but because I'm not thinking totally straight I find it hard to judge how bad the urge really is. That night I definitely misjudged my ability to hold. I knew I had to go to the bathroom soon but I started to lose control when one of my friends started doing her impression of our high school math teacher. It was so perfect that I could not stop laughing which took my attention away from my need to pee. A sudden spurt of warmth between my legs reminded me of my full bladder so I clamped my legs together in an effort to stop it. I succeeded and when I felt my crotch with my hand there was only the faintest feeling of dampness. However, my friend continued to mimic our old teacher and she did such a good job that even in my predicament I couldn't help laughing again. I felt another trickle of pee begin to leak out of me, forcing me to cross my legs and making me afraid to move because I might lose control completely. Just when I thought I had everything under control another of my friends joined in with her take on our teacher which was somehow even more hilarious to me. At that point everyone was laughing hysterically and I'm sure we have all experienced a moment where other people laughing makes us laugh even harder. That was happening now and I just could not stop laughing anymore. I could feel my butt getting warmer with every exhalation and no amount of leg crossing and holding could stop it. The more I laughed the more I peed and the trickle from before turned into a full stream. I quickly lost what little control I had over myself and I started making an audible hissing sound. My pee must have started dripping down from the foldable chair I was sitting on because someone shouted "Ice is peeing herself!" which drew a whole other round of laughter. I was drunk enough that I didn't feel too embarrassed by what was happening because I knew everyone there well enough to know they would not make fun of me (not in a mean way anyways). Everyone else's laughter kept me laughing as well despite the fact that I was having my first full on wetting since the sledding incident I posted about before. I remember calming down as the last drops of pee left my bladder and just sitting there a moment catching my breath. I stood up to check the damage to the chair, the seat of which was completely darkened, and a fresh wave of giggles erupted from my friends as they got a look at my soaked pants in the fire light. Even though they were laughing they were very sympathetic and offered to give me a ride home right away but I told them I was okay for the time being. The beers made me pretty care free about sitting around in wet clothes, but I also felt myself getting incredibly turned on as my legs cooled down and I became acutely aware of how wet I had gotten myself. I remember having to resist the urge to start touching myself while we sat around the fire. I sat on one of the beach towels we had brought with us on the ride home. One of our group was not drinking that night so I luckily did not have to explain to anyone else why I was soaking wet. My parents also happened to be staying at a relative's place that night which gave me a great idea when I was dropped off at home. I needed to pee pretty bad again at that time, but since nobody else was home I decided I would relieve myself somewhere besides the bathroom. I walked out to our backyard where I took off my shoes and put them beside the door. I then went and stood in the grass and did my best to relax myself. Even though I felt like I had to pee it wasn't as easy to do on command as I expected. I tried sitting down in the grass and after a few moments I felt that familiar warmth between my legs. It was not the first time I had deliberately wet myself but the combination of alcohol and the knowledge that nobody else was around let me relax completely. I closed my eyes in total bliss and let myself lie down in the grass while I peed. I remember I got some chips from inside and ate them in my back yard while wearing my wet clothes. I hung out outside for a while watching random youtube videos and enjoying the feeling of my soaked pants clinging to my thighs and butt. Eventually I decided I would head inside and enjoy a late night bath before bed. When I looked at myself in the mirror I would the wetness halfway down my legs on the front of pants, and the more recent dark spot on my butt and between my legs. As amazing as my drunk bath felt (seriously, if you haven't done it before you're missing out) I was a little sad to take off my wet clothes. I will try to update you guys with stories of more drunk wettings in the near future! In the mean time I hope everyone enjoys my story and I would love to hear about similar experiences you have had!

Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach