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  1. Okay, so I decided tonight, that I would wet for the first time ever. Nervous as hell, I asked my friends Antifairy, LedinWind and Linkx if they were up for a skype holding competition. They all seemed alright with it, so we began our voice call. I began already needing a pee, so I was scared about how long i'd last. 2 glasses of Cola down, and i was already occasionally holding myself. By the end of my 3rd glass, I relocated myself to the bathroom to make sure that I didn't wet myself on the couch. By now, my bladder was bulging out from my stomach, and I felt really uncomfortable. The others teasing me over skype didn't really help, and by now, Dizzy had joined our competition. I pressed on my abdomen, desperation beginning to rise in my bladder. 4th glass, and I was shifting uncomfortable on my chair, rubbing my stomach and pussy. The pressure was becoming unbelieveable, and it was all I could do to not lose it all. I was breathing hard. By the time I had my 5th glass down, I stood up in the bathtub and started pacing around, grabbing myself frequently and moaning quietly to myself. The pressure built up like nothing else, and I was rubbing my pussy infrequently and squeezing my thighs together. Then Loki came into the bathroom to see what I was doing. "Are you about to wet?" he looked at me with a comical expression on his face. I knew that things would only go from bad to worse. He grabbed me by the wrists and said, "Stop moving babe... You know you wanna let it out." I felt my muscles flailing, and a spurt escaped , dampening my underwear. "N-no..." I whispered, "I'll lose it hun." "You're going to anyway." he smiled, "And anyway, it's only fair babe... You did this to me. Now, stand up." I cringed, and tried to straighten up, and as I did, another spurt escaped. "No, I'm gonna lose it!" I whispered hurriedly. "Straighten. Up." he laughed to himself. As I did, the most amazing thing happened. Warm, clear pee began to run between my legs and swirl towards the drain. It ran over my thighs and my butt, warm and wonderful. I have never felt anything like that before, but I would love to do it again. And here is my proof <3 My bulging bladder ./////. view from the front .////. view from the back .///////. view from underneath >//////< my wet underwear >///////< I hope you all like my pics, tho I apologise for the bad quality .///.
  2. threepoint14

    Old video from Anette

    Hi, I thought I share one of my old videos from Anette. We used to have a website long ago, and this was her first video. Sorry for the quality and camera shake, hope you like it anyway, anette-light-jeans-woods.wmv
  3. Ishigreensa

    female Lionbyrd

    LionByrd Chapter One: Jamie’s Promotion “I’ve been reviewing the personnel records, and I just realize, that you have someone on your squad that has been passed over for promotions at least six times. Would you care to tell me why?” The man behind the desk had dark sandy hair and cool dark eyes. He was probably nearly thirty years old, maybe even older. The gentlemen he was addressing were a man with a black pony tail with a dark tan and a scuzzy small beard just starting on his chin. The other man was a redhead with freckles and green eyes. “It’s a girl,” the darker man started. “She has been having problems since starting with the team.” “Then why is she still here?” Seth asked, his hands coming together so that his fingertips touched. “May I?” the redhead interrupted. Seth nodded at him. “The girl has some personal issues, but she’s very talented, and her academic record is among the best of the team. We would definitely lose an asset if she were turned away from the team.” “And yet, Eric,” Seth smiled over the tips of his fingers. “You have kept her at rank three cadet status. What kind of problem would warrant such action if she is so good?” “The doctors say that her problem is stress related, sir. They have even recommended getting rid of her, but she has no desire to quit training, and we would really be losing an asset if we followed this recommendation.” “Just what is her problem?” Martin, the darker man answered. “She has wet the bed since starting here.” “Yes, I was aware that she was doing that,” Seth smiled. “She wasn’t the first, and not the last to have that problem.” “But it hasn’t gotten any better,” Eric went on. “She not only still does it, but has had daytime incidents as well.” “And this is the only reason you fail to promote her?” Seth asked the two men. They looked at one another, standing at parade rest in front of the team commander. Their white shirts with the rearing roaring lions’ silhouettes on the back of the shirts, on the back pockets of their cream colored dress pants, and above the right pocket of the front of the shirts. Under the lion symbol, just above the shirt pocket read the name Lionbyrd, and above the other shirt pocket were the names of the cadets and then four vertical blue outlined red bars on Seth, three on Martin, and two on Eric. They were in a small office with a bed to the left of the desk that they now stood before with Seth now lowering his hands as he looked up at them. “I do not think it is right to keep her at rank three cadet any longer. I will meet with her, her immediate supervisor, and the two of you in two hours, and discuss whether we will kick her off of the team, or if we will promote her. She cannot possibly stay a trainee forever.” “Yes sir,” the two junior officers nodded. Jamie, a light brown hair, almost blond girl with a reddish tint, sat at one of the desks in the team’s learning hall near the front, typing on a computer and reading the outcome. From the back, her white shirt was showing a bit of seat from the base of the neck, and her cream color pants were seated upon the chair. Above her left pocket, just above her name, were three round circles that were outlined in blue with red iris centers. Her hair fell just below her shoulders as she scratched her head thinking about the next thing to type into the computer. The rest of the learning hall was free of any people, though in the far back, she knew that three of the team’s upper officers were holding a meeting in the team commander’s room, and the other door to the rear of the learning hall, the empty conference had three windows that peeked into a room for twelve at the sides of the table, and one seat at the head. Jamie sighed as she thought about the question before her. She was trying to take the test yet again for rank four cadet, and couldn’t understand why she wasn’t either passing or being dropped by the program. She had seen her peers already gain two or three ranks in the time she had held the third rank, and she was becoming a little perturbed at just staying where she was. She looked up at the stage that looked over the thirty-five desks that faced it. On the stage, there was one other desk that faced them, there were three flags, and there were three other seats, one to the right of the one that was behind the head desk, and two to the left. What was she doing wrong? She looked through the question again, and still, the same answer as she had always given came to mind. She couldn’t think of a better answer, so left the question as it was. Something prevented her advancing, but she was sure that it was not the application form nor the submitted test that she had taken earlier in the month. Her knees closed unconsciously together as she pondered again what else she could write. Another young lady, this one with one blue outlined red vertical bar just above her name sat across from a boy with five red iris blue outlined circles above his name of Mike. Mike was yellow haired and blue eyed. His hair seemed to run wild around the top of his head, but it didn’t come down past his ears. The young lady had red hair that was cut short just below her ears. They had a chess board between them, and Mike was currently contemplating his next move. The girl, Amanda, was already thinking of two or three tactics that would follow this move depending on what Mike had done. “Promotions are coming up soon again, Mike,” she reminded him. “Have you completed the test for this term?” “Of course, I finished the test on the computer last night. I’m pretty sure I’ll get it again. Most of these questions are so common sense.” “Yes, but surely you study some before taking the tests, don’t you?” “Of course I do. Only a fool would try to take a serious test like that without preparing at all.” “Good. I’m sure you gain your junior grade officer rank soon.” “Amanda?” he had his head tilted and his mouth twitching just as he always did when he was about to ask an uncertain question. “Yes, Mike?” “When are they going to kick Jamie out of the program?” “What makes you think she’s going to get kicked out?” “She hasn’t been promoted in the last three cycles, and we were warned that if we didn’t get our black bars within seven years, we would be kicked out of the program.” “Well, it’s really not up to me, Mike. I don’t know what the leaders are thinking, but it is true, that at her current rate of progress, I don’t believe she’ll have her black bar before the deadline.” “Why do you think she isn’t being promoted?” “What do you mean?” “Well, she kids my butt at the shuttle simulator, and she’s pretty smart, not to mention she doesn’t do bad in tactics class either. I don’t understand why she’s not being promoted.” “I’m sure whoever is in charge has their reasons.” “Come off of it, Amanda. You are her sponsor. You must know something.” “Even if I did, I wouldn’t be obliged to tell you, would I cadet?” Mike became quiet. “Just drop it, alright?” Mike nodded and went back to the game. Eric walked out of the team commander’s office, actually, he was acting second in command, and held the rank of commander upon his uniform. He was also the first officer of the station, the captain of the station being Captain Strauss. He walked through the Lionbyrd training room, absently passing by the young girl they had been talking about. He smiled softly at her as he passed by having noticed that she was reviewing yet again her promotion test that would be reviewed by the board the next day. She was the only one in the training hall, which spoke about how much she was stressed about passing this time around. She surely knew that something was strange about her not passing, and she surely also knew that she might be kicked out of the program if she didn’t get promoted soon. He walked out of the training hall, through the door in the side near the stage, and into the common room where the rest of the team were enjoying some hard earned down time watching television, playing chess or fouls ball, and even taking a turn on the shuttle simulators. The simulator was a part of their training, but it was also run like a game, so that they actually enjoyed training on it. Currently, four people on the left side of the simulator combated against the four people on the right side of the simulator. It was set up so that the machine had a command chair in the center of each command station. One chair faced a command consul that faced the forward screen that showed the position they were in space, and their relative position to the other ship. Another chair faced a wall that had had three large screens displaying different things and a consul with buttons in front of that wall, that apparently were related to it. On the other side, there was a small consul that faced a half wall with glass. On this consul, there were other controls and a display screen that served some purpose towards the simulator. The pair of simulators were divided by a great wall, which made what each side did private from the other side, but those observing from behind the stage that the whole thing was set up on, could see the what both sides were doing as well as a screen that displayed what the two ships were doing just between the simulators and in front of the stage. Eric walked up to the chess game, rubbed his thumb and forefinger on his chin as though contemplating what Mike should do next, smiled, and then turned his attention to Amanda. “Seth wants to talk to you and Jamie in an hour. You are to take her and wait for him in the conference room.” “Do you know where she is?” “She’s back in the training room, contemplating her tests again. I swear, if half the team put in even half as much effort as she did, we would have the best team on the station!” “Don’t tell me isn’t going to get it again this time,” Amanda looked up at him. “Well, that’s partly what this is about. How is her problem going?” “Well, she still wets the bed about two or three times a week, and if she’s really stressed out, she sometimes needs to be reminded to use the toilet.” “Reminded?” “Yes, she gets so engulfed in trying to pass the tests and doing well in general, that she sometimes doesn’t go to the bathroom at reasonable times, thinking that she can just go as soon as she finishes, only she never seems to finish reviewing her efforts.” “I guess I should have asked her if she needed to go then,” Eric looked down at Amanda. “That’s okay. I’ll ask her now. I need to go get her anyway and make sure she’s presentable for the meeting anyway if Seth is meeting with her.” “I think Seth wants to promote her, but he wants to talk to all of us about why she’s stayed at rank three for so long and about her toileting habits or something.” “I understand.” Amanda stood up, gave Mike a stern look for a moment, and then turned and walked away. Eric sat down across from Mike. “You are not to repeat any part of this conversation to anyone. If it comes back to my ears by anyone other than Amanda or Jamie, I will have your records reviewed, do you understand?” “Yes sir.” Eric stood up, nodded at Mike, and then walked off towards the stairs nearest the entrance to the common room. It was up those steps, that the fourth squad rooms were located. Amanda walked into the training room, and she saw Jamie, her mouth taut with worry, her legs bouncing, and her hands frantically pressing keys on the keyboard. A tear slid down from her left eye, and Amanda already knew what was happening. She walked up to the front of the desk, pressed the computer lid closed, and looked directly into Jamie’s eyes. “You’ve wet your pants again, haven’t you?” she asked with a little smile. Jamie looked up at her. “We have to see the commander of our team, so I need to take you upstairs to clean up. We are going to have a meeting about your promotions.” “I’m going to fail again, aren’t I?” “I don’t know, Jamie. But I was told that they are actually going to have a meeting about that with both of us in an hour. Please come with me, and let’s get you cleaned up.” Jamie stood up, her pants dripping from the back, the puddle of yellow tinted nearly clear pee sat in the chair seat depression. “I’m sorry about the chair,” Jamie looked down. “It’s not a problem,” Amanda smiled warmly at her. “You can clean it up in a little bit.” Jamie nodded knowing that as punishment for wetting her pants, she’d have to clean all the wood chairs in the training room, and probably those in the conference room as well. An hour later, Amanda, Jamie, Eric, and Martin were in the conference room. Martin was by the head of the table near the chalkboard, and he turned his back to the other three. “Seth doesn’t feel it’s right, that you haven’t been promoted, Jamie,” he kept his back to the others. “You do know why you haven’t been promoted, don’t you?” Jamie looked down afraid to answer. She would have just figured she wasn’t doing something right on the tests or training if they were not in the meeting about it, and if Martin had not mention Seth’s displeasure about her being held back. She might have even guessed that it was because she was a girl, but Amanda had her first red bar, so it was unlikely they were singling her out because she was a girl. She had only one last thought, but if that were it, she figured they should just kick her out. “You were under too much stress,” Martin went on. “Eric and I’ve been talking about it at each promotion, and we’ve been talking with your training sponsor, Amanda. We couldn’t pass you while the doctors were saying that the stress was causing your problems because command would only add to your stress….” Eric took Martin’s silence as a cue. “We were worried that it would be too much for you to handle, to advance you before you were ready. You are of course, very talented, and we didn’t want to lose you. People that are stressed too much sometimes do worse than wet their pants, and we were afraid of pushing you beyond that. We’ve had Amanda keep an eye on you for changes.” At that moment, Seth walked into the conference room. He quietly took a seat while Eric finished his sentence. “Jamie? Amanda? Do you feel that Jamie really cannot handle the stress of advancement?” he looked into Amanda’s brown eyes. “She has been under a lot more stress trying to pass the silly tests and trying to revise her answers and figure out why she hasn’t passed, then she’d ever face as a supervisor on the team.” “Are you sure of this Amanda? Could you image her trying to explain to those juniors under her that she has a problem, and that they have to respect her even though she has trouble controlling her body?” “Yes. With all that she’s been through, telling her juniors that she has a problem would be a cakewalk, but besides that, there is no reason for her to even address it. She wets the bed all the time, but she only really goes in her pants during the day when she’s under a lot of stress. If she passed her tests, she would not be under as much stress, and she can continue her sleeping arrangements as she has them, so there is no reason for anyone to unnecessarily to find out.” “Jamie? Do you want to continue training, and to become a commander in the deep space ranger program?” “Yes sir.” “Then, it’s settled. You should have passed your examinations from the first one you failed, and we will be promoting you to a black bar as of tomorrow when your test results are out. Regardless of what your report says, you have enough points, and enough of a record to merit passing to junior lieutenant.” Jamie smiled. “So, get out of my training room, and get in the recreation room and have some fun cadet, and that’s an order!” Jamie stood up, looked around at everyone else who nodded at her, and then walked out of the conference room with her head held high. Seth then turned his attention to the others. “I know you all intended to protect her, however, we cannot be so bent on protecting someone in the program, even if they are very talented, that we jeopardize the team. As far as Jamie’s problems, I don’t want you monitoring them anymore. She’s twenty-three years old, and well old enough to think about her own problems on her own. If she comes to you with a problem, you can help her, but stop monitoring her for wetting. It isn’t helping her self-esteem. Understand?” “Yes sir,” the others said in unison. “Good, get out of my conference room, and leave her alone. Dismissed.”
  4. maxpee

    female wet during beerpong

    Lately I've been expericiencing lots of times of extreme desperation. Normally the need to pee builds up slowly, untill I think it's time ro releave myself. But lately I've been going from 0/10 to 9/10 in just seconds, not being able to even stand still. Just sudden waves of desperation that I couldn't ignore for long. Until now, I've been able to hold it everytime, besides from some leaking in my panties. Yesterday was different ... I met up with my best friend and her girlfriend Sarah, who is also a good friend of mine. We decided to play beerpong in Sarah's house. Since there was an odd amount of people, we played one against the other two. I was the first one to start playing alone, which meant I had to drink more than the others. During the first game, this wave of desperation hit me again. I pulled it together and managed to hold on untill I had won the first game and then stormed off to the toilet. That's how time went by: playing, desperation, toiletbreak, playing again. Some time later, me and Sarah formed a team. While we were playing I felt the desperation again. I thought: oh shit really? Again? I had only been to the toilet 15 minutes before and we were in the middle of a game. I was too embarrassed to admit I had to pee again and interrupt the game, so I strengthened every muscle in my body and tried to hold a little longer until the game was finished. Stupid idea. When I had to drink my beer, I felt my bladder giving in. I had already leaked in my panties before, making a little patch on the crotch of my light blue jeans, but now the spurts of pee were much bigger. Instead of running to the toilet, I tried to keep my figure and stay calm, hoping the peeing would stop soon and wouldn't been noticable, all while I was taking sips of my beer. After three huge spurts, I managed to regain control. I didn't dare to look down and see the damage, but I was very sure the wetness would show. Luckily the table we were playing on was pretty high and I could hide my crotch behind it. The spurting in my pants had taken a little tension from my bladder and I was able to keep on playing. When I finally looked down, I saw a wet spot on my jeans, going from my crotch until halfway my thighs. Shit, that patch was bigger than I thought. I was so embarrassed and didn't really know what to do. After about half an hour I had to pee heavily again and this time I did go to the toilet. I'm very sure by that time, my friends had already noticed my wet pants. They probably didn't say anything about it because they didn't want to embarrass me. While I was peeing on the toilet, I wondered if I had to make a comment about it myself, something like: oh, I should probably change my clothes. Because well, I couldn't really ignore the fact I was walking around in a peed jeans. But I was really too ashamed to do that, so I just kept playing. We only went to bed an hour or so later. By that time my pants had dried a bit and the wetness wasn't so noticable anymore. I was really happy I could finally undo my jeans and panties and wear my pyjamas and dry panties instead. Right before I went to bed I peed desperatly on the toilet again and after spending 20 minutes in bed, I already had to pee again. I waited for about 5 minutes, because I wanted to be sure my friends were fast asleep and I didn't want to wake them. While I was laying there, trying to hold, I heard Sarah waking up and heading for the toilet. I cursed under my breathe, realising I now had to wait even longer to go pee. By the time she came back, I was curling under the sheets, grabbing my crotch and holding my breathe. When she was in bed, I stood up and made a run for the bathroom, leaking in my dry panties again. How much desperation can one experience in one night? I love desperation, but yesterdaynight was really weird. I have leaked, but I haven't peed my pants accidentally since I was six. I'm kinda hoping this stays a one time thing.
  5. This the 2nd part of a story that I put out about a year ago. I suggest you read it so you understand the characters of Tracy and Elisa. https://omorashi.org/topic/22795-the-new-girl/ Chapter 2: Tracy I meant to go at least a year into this new high school before coming out as Lesbian to another school, it was what got me out of my last school, some creepy Catholic private school that acted as if they were the voice of God. My sexuality was a secret for almost five years before I was caught by a parent making love to their daughter, and that was all for me and the girl. But, it all changed when I met Elisa. Elisa Studer was perfect for me, funny, awkward, out-going, beautiful and supportive. I love to remember the first time I met her, as I was waving my desperation with my hand to the teacher and Elisa jumped in front, I made a vow to hate that girl. It is ironic how things work like that. Funnier than that was how Elisa and I’s relationship always seemed to focus on pee. We both were lesbians with bonds for each other turned on by desperation. I had no choice than to announce to the world that we were dating. Barely anybody knew me so it didn’t affect me, and a few bigots turned on Elisa, but she gained even more friends by stating her sexuality, and guess what, no expulsion. That said, I did feel the need to get even for some occasions. Like the day where Elisa stopped me before the bathrooms to talk to me, even though my sides were bursting, or that first day, I wanted to get Elisa the sole desperate one. That was the plan on the day of the project, but I got lost in my own desperation. But I would get my revenge, in Michigan. My family had traditionally spent the first week of summer in Michigan, starting off on a high note. In Michigan we would hike, go to a lake, hang around and bond as a family. This year we were going again, but this time I also wanted Elisa to come. About a week before school ended, I asked my parents about the possibility of inviting Elisa to Michigan. They were well aware of me being a Lesbian and knew about Elisa, but were doubtful at first. There are arguments were mostly that it would take away from the family, and that we “Make-out” and stuff. In the end, they agreed, but at the cost that Elisa and I could not engage in anything sexual past kissing, it was fair, though I wasn’t planning on following the rules for this part. Elisa agreed to, and a week after school, she met at my house. She was in a pair of jeans and a purple t-shirt, a large bag of luggage in her hand. Elisa had already become regular with my family, my mother Janet, my father George, and my little brother Michael. Shortly after meeting, we entered the car, me in the middle, Elisa on my left, Michael on my right. It was a seven hour drive with constant rest stops, mostly more Michael, which was disappointing as Elisa never truly got desperate. We arrived at night and slept through the first night, and went to the lake for the first day. After one day of being sun-burnt and tired, I was tired of not seeing Elisa not desperate, so I was ready for day two. Day two was the big day, and when the sun rised in the morning, I woke to Elisa sleeping on the other side of the bed, over the covers, in just a bra and panties. I disrobed, and slid down my underwear and replaced it with a large yellow sundress. I walked outside in just the sundress, the morning wind blowing through my entire body, it was chilling and relaxing. Now, I needed to begin my preparations. I walked to the kitchen, where my parents were cooking breakfast. “Hello Tracy, you want some breakfast?” My dad spoke, I sat at the table, my legs double-crossed so my parents couldn’t see under my skirt. “Sure.” My Dad passed a plate of an omelet to me, I grab it and take a few bites, my mind engrossed in the plan. “I’d like to stay home today with Elisa, if that’s okay.” My dad looked at me, with a small smirk. “Today we are going hiking, you used to love hiking, why today?” “I don’t know, I just want to relax, I’m very tired after yesterday.” My father looked down, discouraged, but allowing. “Okay, but no fooling around, you got that Tracy?” I nodded my head in false agreement. It was quiet as I finished my omelet. I had a twinge in my bladder so I walked over to the bathroom and pissed in the toilet, quickly and easily. This was step one, having our bladders mis-matched. Step two followed, wake up Elisa. I walked over to Elisa, who looked comfortable lying in her bed, and I whispered her name close to her ear. The whisper was loud enough that the girl opened her eyes to greet me, I pecked her on the lips and she followed suit. “Good morning Tracy.” Elisa spoke, she was standing up in her underwear looking amazing, her arms rung up as she stretched, she put out a massive yawn. “What are we doing today?” “Today, we have the whole morning to ourselves.” Elisa smiled at me and I returned the smile back at her. “Are your parents gone?” “In fifteen minutes, and will be gone until 12:30.” It was currently 8:40. To give you a sense of surroundings, we were in a log cabin, four room, a kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. Michael and my parents shared a room (normally Michael slept in my room, but we had to change that), Elisa and I slept in our own room. There was only one bathroom, an old, cabin bathroom with a half-working shower and a old, but clean toilet. Each door had a lock and currently, the door to our room was locked. “Well, I need to use the girls room.” Elisa started walking, tired and thoughtlessly. “Elisa, wait.” Elisa stopped. “I have to tell you two things, first, don’t go out to my family in panties and a bra.” Elisa nodded and walked back to her bag, she picked out a wavy black mini-skirt and a white t-shirt. “Secondly, the toilet is broken.” I lied, and Elisa stopped where she was going. “What? How?” Elisa looked rather surprised by this lie, I calmed her down. “Michael broke it in the middle of the night, overflowed. There is a plumber coming around four, but the toilet is off limits till then.” “Well shit! I need to pee.” “I know, me too. I woke up with a full bladder, and it sucks.” “Well, how are we going to solve this one.” “Well, we could always have a holding contest.” This was step three, set up a holding contest between full Elisa and empty me. I crossed my leg and rolled my ankle to look desperate. “A holding contest?” “Yeah, we each drink a bottle of water every hour or so and whoever pees themselves first wins. The rules are no peeing outside, no spurting, no nothing. Winner goes outside and gets to pee in the bushes.” Elisa nodded and I nodded to. This was a holding contest that was destined for me to be the victor. Elisa did look uneasy, like anybody before their morning piss, a fullness, not desperation, but fullness. “Okay.” Elisa speaks and I hear the front door close, meaning that my family had left the cabin. It was time for fun. Elisa and I walked to the kitchen and drank our first bottle of water. I could tell that she was unnerved. Elisa’s legs were crossed, visibly shaking, she still maintained a smile and a laugh as we discussed random things. This was also the first time I realized the one problem with the plan, what if she holds more than I can and I end up desperate. It was a funny thought, though I was almost sure that my bladder was larger and held more than Elisa. “Let’s go outside.” I told Elisa, she nodded in agreement. We both walked to the nearby woods, a small woody area that was right on the coast of Lake Erie. It was beautiful and chilly, the morning sun still in sky. There was also wind, but I gave no thought to my dress, Elisa had already seen anything. Still though, a gust of wind must have picked up my dress as we walked to the woods, and Elisa noticed. “Going Commando, I see.” I blushed and turned around, nodding in acceptance. “Why not, it’s just us, and it feels so good.” I lifted my skirt to show Elisa everything all the meanwhile holding a smirk on my face. “Come on, you would like it.” Soon, Elisa agreed and she rolled down her white panties down to her ankles and lifted her feet and they were on the ground. “We’ll save it for the lucky bastard that finds it.” The wind lifted her skirt, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy. “It does feel good, but it does make me have to pee more.” Elisa shuffled her feet. We spent an hour in the woods, or feet sore from the wood chips, our bare bodies, only covered by the thin clothes set upon us chilled from the wind. The temperature did begin to rise soon, so we left and we entered the house. We drank the second bottle of water. By the second one I felt a strong twinge in my bladder, even after being emptied only an hour or so before, the two bottles were a lot. This was also true for Elisa, by the time she finished gulping down the second bottle, she was in some sort of agony, she could still maintain conversation but she could barely sit still. This was expected, from the other time I truly saw her desperate. I remember her house, and watching her get so desperate. At first I had no desire, but as I realized that she was getting pleasure out of my agony, I returned the favor. I was drawing, lying on my stomach, composed. Though my right hand was drawing, my left hand was holding my crotch. I reached the conclusion not from the agony (though it was painful), but from my drawing getting constantly worse. My hands were shaking and my hands were sweating. “I need to pee Elisa, where is the bathroom.” I jumped up, her eyes were tall and she was quiet as if she was trying to find an answer to the question. Her face looked disappointed at something, though I wasn’t sure what it was. “Door to your right.” She said, begrudgingly though. I tried to make sense but I was desperate so who cares. I walked into the room, closed the door and in the first moment being alone, I fell to my knees in desperation, holding myself between my legs. I was fucked, and being next to the toilet made it worse. Then I figured out why she looked so sad, I made a conclusion before that Elisa and my constant need for the toilets for school were somewhat related. Most of that conclusion came from the day before, when I almost peed myself because of Elisa. Also, everyday Elisa would run to the sign-out before I could reach it so I wouldn’t be able to pee before Ms. Fisher started class. I thought it was creepy at first before I got to know Elisa. I reached this conclusion at an odd spot, I was on the toilet, panties on the ground, dress lifted up and urine begging to come out, squeezing itself out of my body. It was there that I decided that if she was going to make me desperate, she wasn’t getting off easy. I had noticed that she was desperate, she had been leaning on the wall almost dancing around for an hour now. Two could play that game, and I could remember her direct fear of spiders, and I screamed. That day was the first time I had seen Elisa desperate, I could say my first day, but I wasn’t really focused on her. It had been awhile now, and I was ready for another one. “Alright this is number three.” We chugged down another bottle of water. This one was more discouraging than the other ones, I drank mine down quickly, Elisa did, slowly and precisely. She was desperate, and it was incredibly hot. “Damn Tracy, you do not look like you have to pee.” I looked at her, and was generally confused, because I was desperate, not seriously desperate, but the small twinge had turned into a large pain in my bladder. I guess I was better than I thought at hiding it. She was in fairly rough shape, she could not stop moving, she would walk around, back and forth, trying to put her mind off of something. “I need to sit down Tracy, I am dying for a piss.” She began to walk, gingerly and concise, every move calculated in a slow walk. The couch was small, too small for both of us, but good sized for Elisa. She sat down and immediately crossed her legs, swinging them up and down and pushing them into her body. Elisa bit her lips frequently, giving out high pitched moans as she slowly maintained her gusher. I copied suit, I would dance around, not knowing how real it looked. Sometimes I would go for my crotch, maybe rub under my skirt at times, and blurt out lines like “I am bursting” or “This sucks.” I thought it was a clever ruse, and it worked for now, and maybe because I was beginning to feel it. Though what I was feeling was nothing compared to what Elisa was doing, her hands perched, dancing around, her skirt slowly lifting so I can see her cute ass. I enjoy these moments of agony from her as much as she enjoys them of me. I remember my worst case of desperation, at my old school it never seemed to happen, but it became a them at the new school. Thursday, the day before my first date with Elisa, I had to visit a counselor. I remember it as if it was yesterday, I was in a long white dress, my hands rubbing and squeezing, and fully contemplating just the consequences of peeing myself on campus. I was bent over, in constant pain, my bladder bursting. The male counselor seemed not to notice or didn’t care, either way, anybody else would have seen me and carried me to the nearest toilet. “So you want no changes to your schedule Tracy?” I looked at the man with regard and blurted. “Yes! Yes.” I looked at the bathrooms, part of me wanted to run as far away as possible, have questions later, but enjoy this piss. I was on the verge of dying, I clapped my heeled shoes as we slowly walked across the main hall. I was going to piss myself in a white dress, hopefully people were accepting of a large yellow stain. That was when I caught sight of Elisa, she looked curiously at me. I knew from the very first time we met that she wanted me for one reason. We locked eyes for a brief second that probably looked like a help signal as I wobbled over to the counselors office for a few final signings. “Are you okay, Tracy?” The man asked, and I nodded my head. It was great we were at a desk, because one of my hands was under the dress, holding for dear life. The other one held a pen finalizing my class schedule. “Just gotta pee, that’s all.” The counselor chuckled, I don’t know why. I always figured that he thought that I was a little peckish on the bladder scale, and not the mammoth hold I had been holding on to all day long. Squirt. The pen went off the line, my face tensed up. My panties caught it, but I didn’t have much time. I looked down at the paper and gave the fastest signature I had ever done. “Thank you Tracy. Goodbye.” I jumped up from out of the chair and ran to the bathrooms. I was running with one hand still in my skirt, without any care if Elisa or anybody saw me in this state of absolute desperation “Hey Tracy, whats up?” Elisa was talking, this couldn’t happen. I dance around as I stop to respond to the girl. “I’m…. good.” I squander a few words as another few drops exit my body and into my panties. Oh my God! I am literally fifteen feet away from the toilet and I was going to pee myself. But I liked this girl, so I act polite “Just heading for the bathroom.” “You have a second?” I don’t, but I stop. God, at least she wouldn’t be angry if I urinate in front of her. “Uh… Yeah sure.” “Do you want to be partners for the English assignment, the poster and such.” “Sure. What time?” “We’ll set it up during class, now use the bathroom before you pee yourself.” I sprint into it, I hated her for a second, but I was going to get relief after all. Suddenly, the stinking, dirty stall became a heaven. I lifted my skirt while in the sinks and ran with my wet panties showing into the toilet. And I peed, for what seemed like forever. It always amazes, looking back, that our entire relationship is founded upon Elisa wanting to see me piss myself. She could have talked to me during class, but instead talks to me when we both knew that I was reaching the limits of my bladder's capacity and she decides to make a decision to invite me to her house that fateful night. In a way it is weird, but also romantic. Elisa was losing it, very quickly. I always figured that she had a weaker bladder, but now I might be corrected. Elisa was on the bed, looking forward I could see her soft vagina through her commando skirt, and she was in tears. She shook around the bed looking for a comfortable spot, but it couldn’t be found. “I can’t do this, I give up.” Elisa spoke as she stood up to pee outside. “No!, don’t you remember, no squatting. We must wet ourselves.” Elisa moaned as she continued standing, hunched over, in agony. I understood her, my bladder was full. I always figured this would be a walk in the park to get Elisa desperate, but my partaking had put me in the picture as well. I was dancing around, floating my sun-dress in the air, there was no pretending in these signs. The clock struck 12:00 and once again we were ready to drink, though I didn’t know if either of us could put it down. Around ten minutes before was the first time where Elisa commented on my desperation, it was very quickly getting worse. I was bouncing around, my body alive but cramped under the intense pressure inside of me. I felt like I could hold it, but I couldn't pretend anymore that I wouldn’t. What was more amazing is that Elisa actually thought about me and not her massive lump of liquid. I could visibly see the bladder over her tight white shirt and it amazed me, I had never seen her so desperate and I was incredibly turned on by her. “Please! Don’t make me drink!” Elisa yelled, but I had other plans. This wasn’t solely because of how hot Elisa was, her loose black skirt jumping with the motions her agony set for herself. Every moment she would dance around and go into the same position, a slightly crouched hold with her knees bent in and her hands pushing into her body and she would be dead still as she muttered her pain. There was another problem, my parents would be home in thirty minutes and we can’t have a mess of pee in the cabin. “We have to, I don’t want to drink either.” I begin to prepare the two glasses of water, my eyes trying to avoid the liquid as I attempt to pour with only one hand. I spill a bit but most gets in. I call Elisa over, and she waddles in. Her knees constantly bent, body reeling from the pain inside of her. I don’t know why she has held the way she had today, but its amazing. I figure that it is either because she is worried to pee in my families cabin or her plain competitiveness. I’m not sure, but I am also worried that I might lose this thing. Elisa slowly grabs her water and gulps it down and immediately shrieking. I look at her and see a small puddle of piss on the ground under her. “I’m leaking!” She yells, and I can tell. “I can see, looks like you are about to lose.” Elisa bends over fully, she is bursting from head to toe, and she is only maybe five minutes away from losing it all. “Please let me go outside. I don’t want to make a mess.” That is a good point, I don’t want a mess either so I permit her. I had seen enough, I was already wet and was willing to gift a little mercy. “You can go.” Elisa looked at me and began to run for her life (as fast as a person with a ocean for a bladder could go) to the outside. It was a bit warmer now, and a bit humid. Elisa immediately saw the nearest bush and jumped over to it. But as I saw her begin to pee, I saw something. “Elisa! The neighbors.” Elisa stood up and looked around, seeing a older couple enter the driveway, they made eye contact with me. They could see nothing with the bush in the way, and seemed not to notice Elisa peeing. But as Elisa turned around, it started. A few drips exited and Elisa was frozen, peeing standing up, her skirt getting fair parts of the residue. She gleamed with pleasure on her face as the drips became a jet stream. Elisa, after the first wave had come and gone squatted back down, the pee beginning to near me, which did not help my desperate situation. In fact, none of this did, I began to dance around to this look. It took about a minute or so but Elisa finally finished, with pleasure on her face and an empty bladder next to her stomach, she stood up, and looked at me. “Well congrats! Going to pee now?” “Yeah.” I spoke while doing the dance, “But in the toilet.” “What?” “I lied, the toilet is working, it was always working, in fact I went in the morning before you woke up.” “You piece of shit!” I looked at her and began chuckling. She began to look furious, and suddenly she began to run. With my full bladder I couldn’t keep up as she entered the bathroom and locked the doors. I hobbled over, but the door was already jammed. “Elisa. Please open up, I have to pee.” “Do it outside, your rules.” Tracy responded, she knew my fear of humiliating myself with strangers, scaring me to pee outside with the neighbors home. “I can’t, the neighbors are home.” “Well, too bad.” It was 12:10, twenty minutes before my family would be home. They couldn’t see an accident on the floor, or their girl peeing outside. I was in a tough spot, I paced back and forth. My hand caressing my cramped bladder. It was full and I was certainly desperate. “I’m serious, let me pee.” Elisa laughed. I heard the continuation of her piss on the toilet, this time through the bathroom door, I struggled to not think about it. Relief, pleasure, toilets, water. Everything was making me burst right now, I danced around, my sun-dress flying up, my body reaching its fullest. “So, you always said that I had the weaker bladder.” Elisa yelled out of the door. “I hold onto 10 hours, and lose it, compared to your five hours. I think we know who the stronger one is.” “I DON’T CARE OPEN THE DOOR.” I screamed at her, kicking at the door. I had to pee so bad, my palms began to sweat, my body fidgeting, my bladder pounding. I couldn’t hold on for much longer as the water from just before was entering my system. And then suddenly, the front door opened. “Hello!” They were fifteen minutes early. I fixed my posture as I looked at my early mother and father. I was so fucked. “We had to leave early because Michael needed to pee and refused to pee outside.” My little brother ran to the bathroom door doing a potty dance, looking at me. I could do the same thing, as I tried to keep still. My legs were still fidgeting. “OK, I’m just going to go before Michael, alright.” I spoke to my parents and they looked at me. “Come on Tracy.” My father spoke, “Let him go to the bathroom before you, you had all day to go.” “I need to pee!” Michael yelled and Elisa must have heard because she opened the door. There it was, the porcelain throne, I would kill my brother at the moment to get in front of him, and I meant it. I bent over again as Elisa walked out. “You’ll go later Tracy, come one.” Elisa grabbed my hand and walked me into out to the bedroom. I could barely stand, hobbling over as I was being pulled back into the bedroom, away from the bathroom, and relief. I feel as if I am about to completely explode, my bladder had turned from urgent strain to full out pain, all of the water I had drank rumbling inside of me. “What are you doing Elisa.” I danced around as the door closed by behind me. “I’m helping you, now be quiet.” Elisa took her hand and rubbed my full bladder, my body squirming as a response. “Helping?” “Or punishing, you choose.” I moan as she takes me to the bed. I had begun to regret trying to trick Elisa into making her burst. “What are you doing, Elisa?” “I held on for nearly four hours after sleeping for five. For the sake of fairness, you should stay in bed for five hours. “What?” “This is punishment for lying to me, to embarass me. Don’t leave the bed.” “Or what? What would you do?!” “I don’t think your parents would be happy to know about how you lied to me.” I had started to become overwrought with emotions. I never knew Elisa had this in him, being creul, and punishing to me. I felt the incredible pain, and my sundress rubbing the bed, knowing that I couldn’t get out of this bed and was going to piss myself, embarrassing me. Before I even know, I begin sobbing onto the bed. I hear Elisa’s anger to immediately quiet. “Are you crying?” She asked in a sweet confused tone. I nod between tears. “You know I’m joking, right?” I nod again. I had completely lost control of my feelings, all I could feel is my absurdly full bladder. As I stare down at the bed, I feel Elisa come from behind, lying next to me, brushing my hair. “I’m sorry, kitty.” i continue to cry, though I accept her apology. It is out moment of zen, her calming me down from this absurd breakout, and me slowly regaining control. We are there for fifteen minutes, just silent, slow and in complete bliss. Elisa begins to spoon me, giving me warmth. But then one squeeze… “Ahh!” I shriek, in her embrace she had pushed right onto my bladder. I immediately realize that my wall had been cracked, and urine started pushing out. I jumped out of bed pushing off of Elisa, who looked up at me. I can feel my sundress begin getting wet, it was only slightly leaking, but one move and it was completely coming out. I crossed my legs and bent over, in complete pain. There was only one thing I could do. I took all of my strength and pushed it into my crotch, and ran for the outside area, the door still open from earlier. When I moved my legs I could feel urine begin to splash out at absurd degrees, I am in a sprint, my sundress ruined by this point, urine all over the ground. I push through the door and the moment I see soil, I let go. It was a complete gusher, a tsunami. It was pure white and clear from how much I drank. I pulled up my sundress, which was completely wet, revealing my nude bottom and urine rushing out. I checked the nearby houses for wandering eyes, and found none. And finally, I was able to relax, squat down and fully experience relief. Behind me I can sense Elisa, and I look behind to see her, looking lovingly, holding a towel. “I still won.” She joked, I nodded back and we both laughed. As I finished urinating, I could feel the warm towel over by cold skin from the chilly day. Then she embraced me, hugging me as I lifted from the squat. “I can’t wait till we’re alone.” Elisa said. “To truly punish you.” We laughed again, and we lovingly kissed, long, warm and beautiful. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
  6. If you had your own Female Desperation/wetting site what name would you called it, and also what logo/banner/picture would you have on the home page ?
  7. After a hard week of work, many a Friday night started off in the Royal George pub. Maybe 2000 revellers fired up on Jack Daniels & coke or ‘pints of snakebite’ were packed inside - although most spilled outside into the alleyway. There were only two restrooms and the men’s consisted of one sit down toilet and a trough style urinal which six men could stand shoulder to shoulder and use (in silence as men can’t talk and pee). Often there were many more desperate girls in there than gents. Some men would become pee-shy but I took my position; unzipped and started what I had to do. Suddenly there was a torrent of female Swedish from just behind me. The man alongside me couldn’t go with a female audience ~ his space immediately filled by a busty blonde. I wondered for a moment if she was going to go like a man but instead she just held herself. I was still discharging like a hose pipe as I realised that she was looking down at me. I was completely exposed. She moved a little closer and in English whispered, “Hey, I like your shoes.” While I laughed the toilet became available and she dashed inside. {As you ask they were smart brown brogues. . .}
  8. wetpantsu

    female Jump Scare Wetting :D

    I Was 13 around the time in grade 6 It happened when downloaded some game called Slender or something there were a bunch of slender games i downloaded, the original and than another 7 other ones under a series called Slender's shadow which were insprired from the original, anyway, my friend came over who happened to be a girl who was 13 as well as me. and i just finished downloading all the slender games which i was about to dive into (i don't get scared from horror games mind you just mildly startled) but this girl (will remain nameless in case they google their name somehow and find this) was horrified and really scared of horror games and jump scares all the same so anyway she rang the door bell and i answered it and she said "hai" in her familiar voice and was wearing short blue shorts and a white top, she had brown somehwhat long hair in a pony tail and i told her i downloaded some really cool games and i wanted her to try them. (this idea to make her play these slender games popped into my mind as she hates horror games and it would be funny to startle her), she had never heard of them where as i had seen some youtube videos on it) anyways i was going to make her play it without telling her about it. she asked if it was scary i said no. (troll face) And casully we went to my computer room where i had it ready from where i was about to play it. i was starting up slender the eight pages and she said it looked scary i told her to sit in my master chair and put on my head phones. (yes it's epic) just to inform you how the game works so you dont get confused, the goal is to collect 8 pages without being caught by this thing called slenderman (guy in a black suit with a white face, google it if you don't know) anyway she is quite familiar with the controls for most PC games (A,S,W,D) I Told her how to use your flashlight in the game and sprint etc. anyway she seemed to know what she was doing. (she was scared the whole time mind you and it was really hard to convince her to play it) but little did she know i had my hands behind her in a sort of claw shape ready to startle her once a scare happenes in the game. after about 5 minutes she had 6/8 pages at this point slenderman pursues you crazily and i was waiting for the perfect moment to startle her little did i know she had to pee she had been moving around like crazy but i thought it was because she was scared... anyway i told her to look behind her in the game, she said no because she knew it was behind her. she was just turning a corner in the game and slenderman fortunately was right there and once you spot him close up a LOUD piano noise plays mainly to startle you and warn you that you have looked at him anyway right when she turned the corner in game and i heard that piano sound i slammed my hands on her shoulders and she jumped and screamed as expected i got her good! as well as Slenderman! it was the best moment ever i love scaring people! but little did i know in those seconds she was peeing herself right in my chair... i heard the pelting of her pee hitting the chair and boy she had ALOT of pee, her ass was completely soaked and so was the chair and the floor below. her face was red and she was very mad at me she said the her parents would be angry at her if they found out and she would be embarassed. she said it was my fault so now i had to clean up the mess she left her shorts completely soaked i got a towel and mopped up her mess and she left saying that she would be in huge trouble after i cleaned most of the mess off the floor and both the chair i put the pee soaked rag into a closet and shut down my computer. I was completely turned on by the whole event and the next day she phoned me and said that she made it to her bedroom and changed and showered without being caught she said i was lucky that she didn't get into trouble. After that we continued to be friends until after grade 8 when high school came we went seperate ways and unfortunately we never really saw each other again. Unfortunately this was my only experience with a girl wetting herself, i have yet to see more Sorry this is pretty much my first post i should have space it out into paragraphs but i was too lazy :p also sorry if i make any typos i typed this kind of in a rush but i read over it and check over it. also i did not have the pee fetish at that time unfortunately. otherwise i would have completely lost it.
  9. RC-011/38

    female Military Ceromony wetting

    After five years of service for the marines my squad recived conndemerations for bravery. One of my squad was femal 5ft11in blonde blue eyes and the most perfect ass. So before the ceromony about a hour she was drinking alot of water. i asked her why she was doing this she told me she was nervous. She was never nervous in afganistand so why was she nervous here. Anyway 10 minuets before the ceromony she was squirming so I ask why. Why because i was a idoit. So she told me she had to pee realy bad since i was leader (rank saregent everbody else private first class) so i told her to hold it the ceromony was starting. So as the ceromony started the general yelled ATTENTION! so when everyone was in position we walked on stage. The genral started handing the awards to everyone,I was last for a odd reason. I saw a pained look on her face it looked like she was about to explode. So when they handed her award she gasped and the rest of my squad heard but did not look only i did She started to pee herself in front of the genral! She stayed standing I was completly emberessed such as she was. They quickly gave me my rank up and purple heart that and bronze star. They told everyone back to work. At that excact momnet she ranback to her car (this was in the states) and drove. I have not heard from her since. Tell me what you think. my rank now! :)
  10. maxmoliere

    The Interpreter

    Here is a story I wrote titled "The Interpreter". The story is about an interpreter at a conference that has consumed one too many coffees and desperately needs relief - too bad she is running late! I have a few other stories that I have written based on the same character (different travails, of course). Let me know what you think! -Max Moliere ------- The Interpreter Stephanie was under a lot of financial stress, trying to find work as an interpreter in busy Paris, a place already chock full of people fluent in many languages. Speaking German (and none too perfectly) turned out to be quite common in France and it had been weeks since her last callback. She was supplementing her meager income working in a pastry shop, but was still about to lose her apartment for lack of rent money. Then, out of the blue, an international non-profit hired her to be the interpreter for a conference presentation. They explained that their regular interpreter had left suddenly, and that a permanent position in Paris, for monthly conferences might be available; if she did well during this conference, she would be hired back and they would see how things went from there. On the day of the conference, she wore grey cotton full-back knickers, with white stockings under a heavy knee-length grey skirt, white blouse and frumpy blazer. A pair of open-toed high heels finished off the ensemble. “Very professional and yet invisible! Not flashy, but professional enough for the organizers to notice! And even some may think a bit on the sexy side!” she thought to her mirror, pleased. She grabbed a bagel and a pair of espressos at the café in the train station and started the long train ride from her suburban garret to the convention hall downtown. Once on the train, she immediately visited the beverage car, ordering her usual extra large coffee with cream and sugar; she was feeling hoarse and bought a liter of Perrier to bring with her to the conference. She finished off both beverages during her two hour trip (mostly spent reviewing her German dictionary for communication-related words and trying to stay awake) relishing the Perrier and remarking to herself that “the French are so refined even their water is better than everyone else!” The normally two hour train ride took forty minutes longer – the train ahead was experiencing mechanical problems – and Stephanie already felt that a visit the ladies room was probably in order. She hurried to the beverage car, but saw a long line around the tiny train WC, and as the train had started moving, she thought, “it really isn’t bad, I’ll go before the conference – they will have nicer restrooms there anyway.” When she got off the train, she found herself in a station with which she had no familiarity, unsure in which direction the convention hall lay. She walked a quarter of a mile in the wrong direction before finding her bearings and turning around. She rued the high heels as she walked briskly back the way she came along the uneven cobblestone street, trying desperately to make it to the conference on time, as she knew that it would ruin her chances of getting a follow-up job (let alone a permanent position) if the speaker was delayed on her account and everyone forced to wait (or be unable to understand the speaker for lack of a translator, which would be even worse). With a minute to spare she raced up the stairs in front of the convention hall. Thoughts of a restroom were far away from her thoughts as she confronted Mlle. Pinochet, the conference manager, at the top of the stairs pointing at her watch and giving her a look that told her she was already in trouble. “When I say the conference begins at 4 pm, and be there an hour early, I expect you to be there at 3. It is now less than five-minutes-to-four, there is no time to explain anything in detail. Follow me!” said Mlle. Pinochet, curtly. Stephanie followed Mlle. Pinochet up the stairs to the hall. The interpreter’s booth was near the back of the conference hall, open to the audience if they turned around. A high chair with a hard leather top and back were in the booth, along with a cheap oriental carpet; a single light overhead kept her visible, probably to make the conference look more impressively international – there was no reason she could not do this job from a booth behind stage, but conference organizers thought it looked impressive for some reason. She sat on the stool and put on the head piece and microphone, which was directly wired to the headphones used by the audience members via jacks at each of their tables, so they could hear her translate the speaker in real-time. “You will translate the MC for the first 20 minutes or so and then the first speaker. After the first speaker, there will be an intermission – find me in the conference hall office after. First floor right.” Mlle. Pinochet relayed, without emotion. As Stephanie sat down she remembered suddenly her entirely full bladder and her now strong desire to visit the ladies room. “Madamoiselle Pinochet, would it be possible for me to visit the ladies room real quick before the conference begins so that I may freshen up. I will only be a few minutes”, said Stephanie, professionally and without a hint that she really needed to go quite urgently. She prided herself on her composure and maintained a professional demeanor at all times. “she would certainly never in a million years guess how desperate I actually am to go, my face betrays nothing that I do not want it to!” she thought to herself haughtily, impressed by her own self-control and natural poise. “There is now no time, the MC is walking to the podium now” Mlle. Pinochet whispered sharply, as the audience grew quiet and the lights dimmed over the hall. “But madam!” whispered Stephanie, sharp and crisp, and now suddenly aware of a crackling in her headpiece, as the microphone went live just after her final plea. “Next time get here earlier!” said Mlle. Pinochet in a crisp goodbye, turning to head off to her office to watch the conference on the video feed and manage the speakers, annoyed that the translator had taken up her valuable and limited time. Stephanie turned and faced the conference, beginning her translation with the speaker's introduction, during which he thanked the conference staff and even specifically named Stephanie as the translator (obviously reading from a card and butchering the pronunciation of her difficult middle eastern last name), at which time the audience swung around and acknowledged her in her lighted booth, before again turning en masse to look at the podium. Translating is generally hard work, especially for Stephanie with her less-than-perfect German. But the MC was clear and easy to understand. “I got this. This conference will be a breeze and they are paying me $2500 for a single day with more work to come!” she thought excitedly. Followed immediately by, “But I really do need to pee, I wish I had used the restroom…how long did she say the MC would speak? 20 minutes? And then the main speaker – how long will he be? It cannot be longer than 40 minutes! I will go to the ladies at intermission. I’ve been in tougher situations than this.” Stephanie was bored by the first 15 minutes of the MCs remarks; other than the unexpected introduction, it was pablum about how great the organization organizing the conference was, fundraising goals achieved, etc. Very droll. But then the speaker said something which piqued her interest. “We will now lay out some of the technical aspects of our presentation equipment available here so that speakers in the audience can be ready for their group sessions, which will be held in the East Bay conference hall, rooms 17 through 30. After we dispense with the technical overview, Professor Zeissman, our keynote speaker will deliver the opening, finishing just before 530. We will then break for intermission and follow up with dinner and the remaining speakers until about 9 pm. Please enjoy the complimentary beverages and remember to have your parking ticket validated….” The MC droned on, but Stephanie was now nervous. Professor Zeissman would speak for a full hour after the MC? “I already need to go right now! A full hour! That will be a difficult feat!” She grimaced visually as she translated the words, thankfully unseen to anyone but the MC, who was not paying attention to her at all. She was now entirely all-too aware of her very full bladder. The wool of her skirt had stretched to accommodate the growing bulge in her abdomen. She continued translating, stifling the discomfort. She crossed her legs defiantly, showing maximum composure, appearing to pay full attention to her translating responsibilities and doing so without betraying even a hint of discomfort - the consummate professional. But still the MC droned on. Now nearly 20 minutes had gone by already and he was still going on about the technical limitations of the conference room computers. Stephanie was forced to uncross her legs to give her still-growing bladder room to extend, she moved to the edge of her seat, one foot forward of the other, bobbing against her chair. She struggled to translate the difficult technical jargon correctly, aware of how obvious a mistranslation would be to her tech savvy listeners. But still her mind was wandering back to her urgent need to use the restroom, and she missed a few words. At this point she knew she could hold it in, but translating needs concentration and she was aware that she was getting distracted by her… personal situation. As the translation wandered into computer-speak, Stephanie focused fully on the translation, allowing her feet to splay apart momentarily as she struggled to keep focus. She twisted her ankles nervously. Then she started arching her feet, subconsciously and not at all aware of what she was doing. “All conference computers utilize Windows NTFS floppy…file drive systems…as primary operating disk systems. Formats. but which are compatible with MacOS file systems when used with the provided Wet….” She stumbled. So distracted had she become following the translation that her control slipped. Immediately she was aware of it, crossing her legs quickly and stemming the flow. But there was no doubt what had happened – Stephanie had suffered a very small leak. During a momentary lapse of concentration, a few milliliters had trickled out - much less than a shot glass worth, but still undeniable. She was immediately thankful for her cotton knickers, which soaked up the entire mess without much effort. Had one been able to survey the damage, they would merely see a small dark patch - the size of a quarter - on the front of her cotton panties, barely enough to betray her little accident. “…WetJet Converter Pro software package.” She finished. She continued her translation, keeping her composure and looking not at the podium, but at the audience, to see if anyone had noticed. She was convinced that nobody had noticed anything of her slip up. But then she noticed a short, spectacled man in a handsome suit, probably in his early thirties or so, watching her from a dark corner table to her far right. Why was he watching her? Had he noticed, or was he just looking for the source of the obvious technical mistranslations and the awkward pause? She did not have time to ponder the man in the shadows much, as her mind continued to focus on her now partially burst bladder. She tightened her thighs together, thankful that the small accident had been stemmed in time. She put one hand up on her bladder, the other resting on her knee, and powered through the remainder of the MC’s remarks and the introduction to Professor Zeissman. During the pause and long applause from the audience as the professor mounted the stage to the podium, Stephanie pondered her predicament. Her thick cotton panties may have prevented any public hinting of her little accident, but the tiny wet patch between her legs had sapped her confidence. Her now moistened cotton gusset could only hold so much – what if she had been a few seconds later mustering control? What then? “But I wasn’t. I was in control nearly the entire time. Only for a moment did my concentration slip and then I was right back in control again” thought Stephanie, biting her lower lip.` Professor Zeissman took the stage and Stephanie began translating again. His speech was more difficult to understand, and she needed full attention to prevent falling behind. But there were long pauses for applause and to operate the slideshow presentation he was giving. Stephanie was already struggling to maintain composure, but the pauses were something she had not planned for. Each time, she was given a break of 30 seconds or so, her mind rushed to her overfull bladder, reviewing the many beverages she consumed over the course of the morning. Half of one espresso was now in her panties, the rest next in line straining her tight-clenched labia, her small hole pinched closed by the pressure of her thighs and the force of her will. The extra large coffee was now sitting in her abdomen, forcing her wool skirt to stretch to its limit. She prided herself on her professional demeanor and total composure. “Just an hour to go. I can manage…because I just have to.” These thoughts coursed through her head. And suddenly, the realization. What of the bottle of Perrier?! She had forgotten, but her body had not. At this moment her bladder was filling to its last, her kidneys aching for the space to send the rest. She realized that thighs alone would not stem what was coming – her hand moved to her bare thigh. She continued the translation, aware that hard as she squeezed, the pressure on her little round opening and her taught, rapidly tiring sphincter muscle was still growing. She put the heel of her hand against the hole and troopered on. it would have to hold. But it just wasn’t working. Maybe it was the carbonation in the Perrier, maybe the translation – whatever it was, her control was waning. Suddenly, she felt a contraction, her sphincter muscle began to spasm uncontrollably, she felt her labia dampen as a squirt came out – then another. And then two more. Lest she lost control entirely she moved to the edge of her seat, pushing the hard edge of the corner up from behind to bar her spasming little hole. She managed to block the flow – but only just barely. Four squirts was the remainder of the first espresso plus the entirety of the second. The gusset of her panties was overwhelmed and only the absorbing action of her panties saved her from public exposure. A wet spot the size of a queue ball soaked her crotch, the full backs covering her ample derriere were now soaked through. Twice she had lost control, the second time not from lapse of concentration – indeed it occurred, mercifully, during applause – but from her weakened will. She started translating again, knowing now that she was in big trouble. She put her hand up her skirt, desperate to regain control as she continued to power through the difficult translation. But she was no longer haughty. She knew now that the situation was desperate. “Has anyone noticed?” she wondered, noticing that the bespectacled man from the shadows whom she had seen before appeared to be watching her intently. She looked up at the clock, aware that she did not look entirely professional doing so. She was both wet and desperate now, and her translation was increasingly shoddy. At the next break for applause, her only thoughts were on her situation. “I need a toilet. Now. Please, I just need a toilet! That is all I am asking!” her eyes begged the stranger in the audience, now openly watching her none-too-private struggle. She looked down as she started back in on the translation, watching only the floor while she spoke the words as clear as possible. Her hand was now all the way up her skirt, pressed against her soaking drawers. This was it. She knew now that she had almost no chance. She should have run now and feigned illness, accepting the firing in exchange for sitting down on some cold white porcelain and releasing her gallons of pent up urine. But she did not. Her struggle continued, still private, since she was still translating, but increasingly it was evident to all in the audience that the translator was not quite right – maybe she was a little tipsy? They really shouldn’t let staff drink before these type of presentations… Stephanie was in agony. With two-and-a-half hours, her bladder was now full with 24 oz of coffee and 34 oz of water, a total of 54 oz; she was closing in on a half gallon with nowhere to go. At least not counting her already soaked gusset - which could take an ounce more… maybe two? She leaned forward, struggling now on two fronts – she struggled with the translation at the same time her thighs were quivering for release, her finger most inappropriately shoved up against her pee hole to hold back the inevitable. The last pint was delivered to her overfilled bladder. She suddenly realized that she desperately needed those two ounces. “It’s better that it happens by my own volition. I can control it that way, keep the damage to a minimum. I’ll just relieve the pressure a little until I reach the toilet. Two ounces will buy me at least 10 minutes. And nobody will notice such a small amount in this dim light” she bargained with herself. Stephanie glanced at the clock near the podium. 4:40. Twenty minutes to go. Ten minutes could make all the difference. So began a dangerous, desperate controlled released – only two ounces, maybe three. She began by just removing her hand from her crotch. She calmly called out the last line before a pause for a change of slides. Stephanie prided herself on her ability to maintain control, and this controlled release was to be no different. Nobody would even know, and she would gain the relief she desperately needed. “…and as you can see from chart A16, bridging……ahhh, the digital divide requires the transformation of conventional media modalities.” She sighed after “bridging”, as she opened her dam and let out a little bit. Slowly her panties moistened, as if she had sat in a puddle. She continued translating, occasionally pausing and breathing noticeably heavily. And then she cut it off, tightening the muscle and cutting off the flow, she pushed her thighs together and put both hands up her skirt. All hands on deck. The man in glasses was staring at her boldly, a sly smile on his face. She could not see his eyes, but they were on her and she knew it. She was acutely aware of her predicament - that the tops of her stockings were visible, and that she had both hands up in her crotch, her pale white thighs, full and curvy, exposed for anyone to see. Stephanie had dearly purchased her 10 minutes. The pint of Perrier was now entirely in her bladder and she could feel a cold drip on the backs of her thighs. The last accident, however intentional, had soaked her bottom thoroughly and directly into her skirt. The rest was deflected down by the hard leather chair to her thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings – just enough absorption to save the carpet. The man in the spectacles moved closer and stared at her intently from the shadow on her right, standing now, a cigarette in one hand. Her eyes fell to his black, shell cordovan shoes, finely crafted, obviously expensive. The speaker continued and Stephanie bit her lower lip, trembling, desperately trying to translate but missing entire sentences. “I can’t hold it any longer! I need a toilet! NOW! Emergency! Emergency!” screamed her brain. Her arms went to her sides as she held her thighs together to fend it off, now at the very edge of her seat. To her credit, she gave it a noble try. But in the end, the inevitable happened. “….and so, a huge quantity of data is effectively stored in a very small space….::cough::....excuse me”, Stephanie said irregularly. The thought of small space gave her a pause, she coughed as she felt a moistening, quickly shut off with much effort. “….in a very small space, ah, which ah, confines the data into a streaming………………….ah, into streaming data. “ When she mouthed the word “streaming” she lost it for about five seconds. A torrent let loose, streaming down the seat and hitting the floor at her heels, noticeably. The spectacled man in the shadow smiled on. “”Free from the constraints of traditional limitations on speed and volume ahhh, download….ah, they can ah, that is, one…” she made it only a little further before losing control again, wetting for a full ten seconds of awkward pauses and barely audible (but still audible) sighs and moans. “…one can imagine the full benefits of streaming data to listen at any point, whether in the car, at the office, or even from the bathroom ………. ahhhhhhmmmnnn! Even from, ummm, even from the bathroom toilet…………………………..I can’t, umm, ohhhhh!” This was it – when she heard it in German, she had no chance to translate “bathroom toilet”. In that moment, every last defense gave way – her thighs opened, her labia quivered and split, and her hole, holding on by sheer willpower, was utterly shattered by a single word. The tortured little hole opened up and a stream came out, full and strong. In an instant her skirt was soaked; two pints streamed down and fell to the floor in a loud torrent. Stephanie was humiliated. She got up, turned around and faced the wall as the torrent became an uncontrollable river, the headphones fell down, now picking up the rush of pee whizzing out of her under such pressure. She soaked everything. There was no thought of stopping now. People turned around and pointed, some laughed and others cried out. Stephanie peed and peed, not even considering stopping once she was broken – a long, uninterrupted stream followed for nearly a minute, soaking the back of her skirt while she panted and apologized. “I’m sorry. Ahh…mmmm! Yeahhhh. I couldn’t hold it….I, uh, mnnnnnnn, really needed the restroom, but, ah..mmnnn, ok, good, ok, yeah. I ..I’m sorry.” The man in the spectacles kept his phone up the entire time, taking in the scene to enjoy again later perhaps. Then he put out his cigarette and he was gone. Stephanie stopped peeing and jumped out of the booth running for the bathroom, humiliated. She would not get the long term job she had hoped for, indeed her adventures in Paris were now over.
  11. Some of you may have read my story ‘desperatly driving home from work’, which happened three weeks ago. Today I’m gonna tell you what happened the next day (February 2). Sorry it took me so long to write it, but I’ve been extremely busy the last few weeks. Hope you enjoy :) So my day was very similar to the day before: I work for two hours, have some spare time and then work another two hours. Since I had almost full-on wet myself in my car (if it wasn’t for my pull-up) the day before, I had kinda learned my lesson and I decided to drink less water. I left for work, but this time I didn’t wear a pull-up, because I felt more confident about drinking less water. Nothing special happened until I was in my last hour of work again. When I arrived at my last patient’s house and we sat down at the table, I saw they had already put a 0,5 litre bottle of water and a big glass on the table for me. At first I was hesitant to drink it, considering the events which happened the day before. After 15 minutes, I decided to drink some water anyway, because I was actually really thirsty. I hadn’t been drinking anything since my lunch break, which was 5 hours before. Some water was welcome. It was my last hour of work and I didn’t feel the need to pee. If the need would come, I would still make it home dry … I thought. So In the last 45 minutes I downed the bottle of water completly. The moment I stood up to pack my things and say goodbye to my patient, my bladder started to work. When I sat down in my car, a huge wave of desperation hit me. So typical. I immediatly felt like I was at 8/10 and had to jam my hand between my legs. I started my car and heared a familiar sound *beep beep beep*. The sound brought me back to earth. The beeping was telling me I had almost ran out of gas and had to find a gas station. I was already driving around for quite a while with my almost empty gastank. Normally I go to a gas station near my house, but I had forgotten to do that before going to work. With a 30 minute drive ahead of me, I probably wouldn’t make it home if I didn’t put any gas in my car. Great, this is not what I had imagined. I didn’t want to put gas in my car. I wanted to drive home as fast as a could to be able to pee. Anyway, I had no other choice. While being desperate in the car again, I started looking for a place to buy gas. Although I don’t recall being as desperate as I was the day before, I still had a really hard time holding it. I was squirming almost constantly and pushing my hand between my legs every now and then. After 20 minutes I finally saw a gas station and pulled over. The moment I stepped out of the car, gravity started working and pushed hard on my bladder. I immediatly felt even more desperate than I was when I was driving around. I started walking around my car nervously. I had to pee so bad. I felt like the moment I would stop moving and relax my muscles, I would completly soak my grey jeans. It was the first time I stopped for gas in this kind of gas station, so I didn’t really know how it worked and I needed some time figuring out which steps I had to take. While I was doing so, I was kinda pee dancing to prevent myself from wetting. I was lifting my legs and pushing my crotch a little bit while bending forward. I grunted. ‘Just put a little gas in the car’, I said to myself. ‘Just enough to make it home’. There was just no time to waste. I was on the verge of wetting myself. I took the handle and started putting gas in my car as fast as I could. I tried to keep my figure and stand still. The moment gas started pumping through the tubes, my bladder gave in. A huge spurt dampened my panties. And another. And another. I looked down in horror, and immediatly saw some strains spreading on my inner thighs. They went from my crotch to halfway my thighs. This is it, I thought. I’ll have to come home and admit to my parents I have wet myself like a 5-year old. My mind had already given up the fight, but apparantly my body hadn’t. To my own surprise, I somehow managed to regain controle after those three spurts. I jumped back in my car and started rubbing my thighs, hoping the wetness would magically disappear. Which of course didn’t happen. I also put my airco on and started blasting hot air to make the stains go away. That’s how I proceeded my drive home. I didn’t leak or spurt in my panties anymore, even though my bladder was still really really full. Like the day before, I immediatly dashed into the bathroom the second I got home, doing another pee dance in front of the toilet. The relief was huge! After that I sprinted to my room and put on my pyjama’s, before having dinner. My parents never noticed what had happend. Nailed it!
  12. Ayden

    female Losing Control

    Franziska Von Karma strode confidently into the courtroom, whip held firmly in hand. She was new to the Alternian law, but she had picked up the new laws fairly quickly with her new mentor: Neophyte Redglare. The laws were easy to remember: Be as fearsome and as ruthless as you can. Redglare followed her into the legislacerator’s booth. “You ready for this?” “I have no doubt that I can do this.” Franziska began to play with the handle of her whip. “If I wasn’t mistaken I’d say you’re nervous, Von Karma.” “What? No, that’s preposterous! I am certainly not nervous. If anything, I’m confident.” Redglare laughed and rested her cane against the front of the booth. “Whatever you say. Now, have you used the toilet? These things drag out for a loooooooong time. Hope your bladder is empty.” Redglare purred a little. Franziska looked across to the opposite booth and gulped a little. She had slept in for an extra two minutes that morning, and she had to leave for court without having the opportunity for a bathroom break. “My bladder is perfectly fine, I assure you.” As she spoke she could feel a pressure begin to build a little. A few hours later Franziska was trying to keep herself together but could feel herself losing by the minute. She turned to see Redglare with her trademark grin of a predator ripping into her prey. “Is there something wrong, Von Karma?” She asked with a smirk. “Not at all.” Franziska felt another pang from her bladder and she couldn’t help but grimace. She needed to convince the judge for a 10 minute recess, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Miss Von Karma, I understand that humans are accustomed to have a recess every few hours, but I reassure you, having a recess will certainly not hurt nor help your case.” She growled again and Redglare leaned into whisper in her ear. “I can smell your embarrassment. You’re just trying to hold on a little bit. Go on. Piss yourself for me. I’ll do the work for you.” Redglare purred, setting a hand on her rear and sliding her hand under Franziska’s skirt and between her legs. She whimpered and Redglare cackled. “Never!” “There’s a wall behind you, and no one can what will be going on. Go on.” Franziska turned and Redglare was right. “No. I refuse to stoop so low!” Redglare’s finger rubbed up against her and she whimpered more.Right when she thought she couldn’t hold it anymore, the judge finally allowed a ten minute recess due to some missing evidence. Franziska nearly cried in relief. She slowly made her way to the restroom, Redglare following behind her. She rushed into the bathroom, but she wasn’t nearly fast enough. The extra movement of reaching for the stall door unleashed the torrent of her piss as her bladder muscles finally grew tired and let go. She could only tilt her head back and moan in relief as she peed, a puddle forming quite quickly between her legs. She knew she was making a mess, but she didn’t care. She just let it go, lifting her skirt out of the way. After a minute she felt something brush up against her crotch and something rub against her soaked panties. “I never thought you actually had to go.” Redglare’s voice sounded lower, more towards her legs. Then, with a shiver, Franziska realized that it was Redglare’s tongue pressing against her panties. “I didn’t want to be seen as weak.” “Even you, Miss von Karma, are not perfect. You have not realized this yet. Wetting yourself in front of your mentor. How humiliating.” Redglare purred, pushing her face more under her skirt and beginning to suck her panties, trying to get the rest of the piss into her mouth. Franziska couldn’t help but moan again, and moved her hands down onto Redglare’s hair as she began to lick her through her panties more, still wetting. Redglare cackled more and drank down the rest of the golden liquid spraying through the completely soaked panties, swirling her prehensile grey tongue around more. Franziska gripped her mentor’s hair harder as she finally stopped wetting. “How does it feel to finally be empty?” Redglare purred, still gently lapping at Franziska’s crotch. “Mmmm.” Normally when it came to intimacy, there was none with Franziska. She simply wasn’t interested; relationships only got in the way of her work. But now with Redglare between her legs, she was ready to reverse the vow she took regarding to not be distracted. When Redglare pushed a finger into her her head fell back against the stall door, her moan reverberating around the enclosed space. Redglare purred again and the human attorney finally came, gripping Redglare’s head tighter. Redglare cackled and got up, grinning and wiping stray urine from her chin. “You’re awfully warm for such a cold human.” Franziska took her panties out before wringing them out in the puddle she had formed. “And what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not cold.” “You’re not friendly, even to your mentor who just pleasured you and let you piss all over her face.” Franziska flushed a little before stepping out of her shoes and dumping them out. “I don’t need to thank you.” Redglare cackled again. “And who convinced the judge to take a break?” Franziska growled. Redglare walked around to face Franziska before leaning in and giving her face a sniff. “You’re embarrassed.” “What makes you say that?” Franziska snapped, moving to walk out her way before Redglare blocked her path. “Well I can smell your blush, and I can smell your warm, red blood pulsing two times as fast as it was before. Now as your mentor, I have a request for you.” “What would that be?” “Pleasure me the same way I did to you.” Franziska blushed then glared at her. She hadn’t done anything with anyone before, let alone a mentor, and that was the first time she had been pleasured by someone other than herself, which was rare in itself. “What? No!” Redglare smiled her famous predatorial grin before stepping closer. “Why not? Is it because I’m a troll? Or because I’m your mentor? Or is it because I’m female? You, Miss von Karma, need to relax.” Franziska jumped when she felt something flat against her back. Redglare had backed her into a wall. As much as she was embarrassed, she couldn’t help but feel another pang between her legs. “Get off me, this is indecent.” Redglare cackled again before pressing up against her and whispering in her ear. “Please? I’m begging you.” “No.” Redglare nuzzled into her neck and began to nibble the lighter skin, making Franziska’s hand move onto her back on its own accord. “See? You don’t like losing control.” “I’m not losing control.” “You’re fighting it and failing dramatically.” Redglare took this opportunity to nibble up her jaw and move her hand down onto her hip. “I don’t want this.” "But you do. I can feel it. Like I said, you’re losing control.” Redglare leaned up and gave her a gentle kiss, which surprised Franziska. She could feel herself losing, and the scary part was that she didn’t want to win. When she pulled her closer Redglare smirked in triumph before moving her hands down. “Mmm see? Losing control isn’t so bad, is it?” Redglare purred, licking slowly across her prodigy’s mouth. Franziska backed away to look at her mentor before giving in and kissing her harder, making Redglare cackle again. “See? Not bad at all. Now hurry up, we only have a few minutes.” Franziska moaned a little when Redglare dropped a hand down under her skirt again. “There you go, relaaaaaaax.” Redglare purred, nibbling her neck before reaching into her leggings and rubbing herself through her panties. After a minute or so Redglare felt Franziska’s hand grab onto the back of her shirt more, giving it an unintended tug. She cackled and rubbed her prodigy’s crotch harder, earning a faint whimper. Franziska didn’t last that much longer, and came again when Redglare bit down on her neck. The alien was completely surprised when instead of leaving, Franziska shuffled up against her more and pulled her tighter, still panting slightly. She smiled when she felt the younger human slump against her and lean her forehead on her shoulder. “So you enjoyed losing control, I take it?” Redglare purred, gently kissing the bitemarks she had left. “Mmm.” Franziska would never admit it, but it was nice hugging her mentor,even though temperature-wise she was cooler than she expected. Still warm, though. Redglare’s skin was a delicate balance of cool and warm, like Franziska had a fever and Redglare’s skin was the cooler skin of her father checking her temperature. Cool, but not too cold. “Oh my goodness Franziska, are you going soft on me? I didn’t know you were a cuddler.” Redglare teased, rubbing herself more before beginning to grind up against Franziska. “Get off me, I’m not. Besides we have to go.” Franziska told her, pushing her off suddenly. Redglare finally finished and rode it out against the cool tile wall before checking the time. “Yes, it’s time to go back. Oh, and von Karma?” “Yes mentor?” “I’ll have to get more breaks for you more often.” Franziska could only smile the tiniest smile when Redglare led her back to the courtroom.
  13. I had posted the following elsewhere as an answer to a question about when I'd had an accident, but then a member of outstanding reputation suggested that I should repost it in this area. I hope you enjoy the following: I’ve only had the one actual accident since childhood that I can recall, and that was earlier this year and is still quite vivid in my memory. It was one of the very few occasions that I went somewhere after work and not just straight home. One of the people at work was leaving to go overseas and to celebrate her departure, a group was going to the nearby hotel for drinks. At first I was reluctant but a few people were fairly insistent that I should go and so I relented and went. A few drinks actually turned into at least a dozen by the time I left, and while I was sitting at the bus station I was already thinking I should have gone to the toilet before I left. Normally I can hold fairly easily for quite some time, and then even when the urge starts to get stronger I can still normally go for another hour or two before it gets desperate, so I thought it should be no big deal since the next bus was due in about ten minutes and then I only had about a twenty minute ride followed by a five minute walk to get home. I rarely drink, and even when I do I generally only have a few, so I was not really used to the affects of alcohol. I had been quite happy and unusually talkative before I left the hotel, but sitting in the bus shelter I had started to feel a little strange. I seemed unusually aware of my own genitals, and even the smallest movement of my body or legs seemed to echo itself there, as well as an ever increasing urge to pee. I also seemed to be almost constantly thinking sexy thoughts, and was a little surprised to see my bus arriving in what seemed like such a short time. When I stood up to get on the bus I was also surprised at the sudden wave of pressure I felt, and I actually had to stand still for a second or two just to clench my muscles to avoid peeing myself. I wondered how that had snuck up on me with so little warning, but then I still wasn’t too worried. The bus was a lot less crowded than for my normal trip home, and I sat in a seat by myself near the back. The need to pee was still there, and getting stronger by the minute. There was a couple sitting in the seat one forward from me but on the other side, and nobody else nearby, and so I figured that nobody else could see me, and so I hitched up my skirt enough to allow me to keep my hand pressed firmly between my legs. The couple nearby caught my attention and I found myself watching intently as they would both kiss each other, and he was also moving his hand higher and higher on her leg. By the time we were about half way to my stop, she had her knees apart, and he was obviously rubbing her through her knickers. I couldn’t help but notice how her knees were rhythmically moving slightly apart and back again, but then so were mine, but in my case it was because the movement seemed to ease the urgency of the need to pee. It was somewhere around this point that I started to wonder just how I got so desperate, and whether I was even going to make it home still keeping dry. The last ten minutes on the bus were the worst. I’d been clenching my muscles for a while by then, and they were starting to ache a little. By the time we neared my stop the urge to pee was coming in waves, and it was taking most of my effort to hold it every ten seconds or so when they were at their peak. Even through all of this though, I still was fascinated to watch the other couple, and in fact I was kind of jealous of them too. In a way I was sort of disappointed that my stop came up and I was going to have to stop watching them, but I was very pleased that I was now so close to home. Standing up and walking off the bus, not only was the pressure so strong, but it also gave a sharpish pain and I found it so difficult to stand up straight that I walked sort of bent over for a bit until that eased up a bit. My pussy felt really swollen, and sensitive, and I seemed to be able to feel almost every movement echoed there. Even my underwear felt, well not so much tight, but just that I was really aware that I could feel it there. I only had to walk a couple of blocks, but before going more than a few paces I noticed that I was already breathing heavily, and I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. By the time I’d walked half way home I was struggling with wave after wave of pressure. I was thinking of just giving up and squatting somewhere in a darker spot between the streetlights for relief, when I spotted someone out in her front yard watering the garden, and I knew that from there she could watch me all the way to my driveway, so I just had to keep going. By the time I was just a couple of houses from home I could feel my thumping heartbeat echoed in my clit, and my tightly clenched muscles were starting to pulse in rhythm with this. I knew I only had to last like another minute, but then a spurt of pee escaped. I had to stop and stand still for a couple of seconds to keep control, but I could feel the warm wetness in my underwear, and then a moment later a small trickle down one leg. As I turned into my driveway another small spurt came out, but I made it to the door, with my key already in my hand, but ever so briefly fumbled the key before turning it successfully in the lock. I hadn’t even had a chance to push the door open though, when I was hit with another pulsing wave, and I just couldn’t hold it this time, and a really strong spurt of pee came out, followed by a steady strong stream, which I just couldn’t stop no matter how I tried. I tried running for the toilet, but by the time I got there I’d left a great wet trail through the house. I just pulled my skirt up and sat on the toilet still peeing strongly through my underwear. I was shaking and trembling all over, breathless, and almost shocked by the intensity of the feeling of release and relief. It was almost like it was orgasmic. When I showered I couldn’t help noticing how puffy, swollen, sensitive and aroused my pussy was, and my clit was as enlarged and standing out as I’ve ever seen it. I tried to be sensible and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt while I put my wet clothes in the washing, and my shoes out into the carport to dry, and cleaned up my mess in the house as well as I could. That still did nothing to diminish my arousal though, and so I went to bed and spent the rest of the evening masturbating till I fell asleep.
  14. I'm gonna preface this by saying that I know a lot of people here have an issue with candid stuff, and mostly it seems to be industry shills who see that sort of thing as cutting into their profits but who choose to guise their negative stance as a moral one. Fact is, it's so much hotter to me when some chick is actually having an accident, or just had one, rather than if she's acting (although there's some exceptions, a few peeps do it real well so no disrespect if that's what you do), and no amount of pontificating on the part of the ethics police will change what does and what doesn't make my dick hard.. But that's neither here nor there, I'm only saying this because the topic has been done to death on this site (and those conversations are generally just circlejerks where if anyone disagrees in the slightest with the people who claim the moral highground, they get blasted to shit..) so I'd like to preemptively say that if you have a problem with what I'm asking for, or that I'm so entitled as to ask for it, you can rest easy that I've heard your arguments, and that though my upstairs brain might agree with you, my dick has a mind of its own and the dick runs the show when it's jackoff time! So, now that that's out of the way... Easyshag / FemDesp... They used to have new stories written like every day. Pages of fresh accidental wetting pics and "wink pics" every couple days. Now you're lucky if you get a page of legit pics in an entire month and they cut down drastically on their storage of old images. They stopped putting up new stories altogether, although that's less my concern since experienceproject and omo.org exist, and I'm good on vids because vk is a thing, but... My question is, are there any good websites or tumblrs you guys go to for compiled candid pics and selfies of people with friends who peed themselves, like easyshag before its recent decline? And sorry, no judgement, but messing is almost as much of a boner killer for me as FSJW (fetish social justice warriors... lol) so yeah if the site is heavy on that kind of thing I'll pass, but that's just me, you do you.. Anyway yeah lemme here your thoughts as long as they're not hostile, would love to be edumukkated on some hot new sites ! Peace out Oh and to be clear, I'm talking about a site that compiles the pics that chicks take of each other at parties/events/hangouts when something embarrassing happens... If you're some guy who hides in the bushes behind the local college dorms you can keep your private collection to yourself lol
  15. bes31

    female A Family Friend

    The last few weeks or so I spent my time vacationing with my family in the big apple, New York City. We had a lot of plans, including a plan from my mother, to visit some family friends. My Mother was raised in a town in New Jersey and had a fair amount of friends who were parts of New York City, so she made plans to reunite with one of her childhood friends. My mother, my brother and myself all headed to a relatively fancy apartment in Greenwich village for this meeting. We had meet the family before as well, they had come to our home town for a few meetings, but that was five years ago. All I remembered about the meeting was meeting the girl in the family. The family was a mother and a girl, the girl was nice and my age, but other than that I remembered very little about her. I was eager to meet this girl to see how she became. We knocked on the door of the apartment building the two of them stayed, I had forgotten about these two and had forgotten their names, we had a lot to catch up on. A middle aged women answered the door. “Sandra!” My mother screamed at her, they went in for a greeting kiss and a hug, it had been awhile since they had met. Sandra also came in for hugs to me and my brother, we put on fake smiles and continued the show. We dealt with the introductions quickly, as I wondered about the girl. “Jamie, they are here.” Sandra called, I remembered that the girl was named Jamie. Jamie, I remembered her as plump, with long brown hair and a pair of glasses that distinguished her heavily. I was expecting something like that as I waited for this girl to appear. She looked nothing like that. Jamie walked up quickly and greeted us. She was still plump, but with a figure that was definitely not fat. That, and the fact that she was still female, were the only things the same. Her hair was obviously dyed a unique shade of red, and it was bobbed up, to make it look shorter. She wore heavy make-up that gave her face a pale aspect for it, and a large nose ring was perched on the left nostril. What I really noticed was that she was very developed, she had large breasts that fit in her blouse, which matched with a black skirt and a beige jacket that kept the flowing skirt in line. There was something else about Jamie, she didn’t look happy, but exasperated and miserable. I wondered why, and I let my mind wander a bit, before her mother told us that the two hadn’t eaten all day (this was a lunch visit.) I wasn’t truly attracted to Jamie, that might be because of the nose ring, or the fact I had a girlfriend at home, or the fact that she was not very happy, she didn’t look appealing for me. But as we started walking to rooftop garden, a wave of awkwardness. “So...” I tried to make a conversation, she looked at me, putting on a smile. “You going to college?” “Yeah. In Massachusetts.” I nodded, thinking about what to say in this instance. “Really, congratulations. Like.... Harvard? Or...” “Nah. UMass.” She interrupted, she wasn’t that smart. “Well... I’m going to Arizona State.” She smiled but looked away. This conversation wasn’t going to work. I looked at my brother, who stared into the distance without a sense of surroundings. This was going to be an awkward lunch. Jamie took out her phone and began to text, I took it as a sign to be quiet. “Let’s not go for so long, Jamie is starving.” Sandra spoke, I just learned that now, so much for my beliefs of her dying to pee, I thought to myself. I looked at her sympathetically. “I’m fine, I just don’t eat breakfast anymore.” She told me. I was a big guy so I understood her trying to lose weight. “Why?” “I don’t feel like it. Besides, I want to eat less. I just drink a bunch of coffee and forget about my hunger.” Now I was interested, could she had drank before we came in. I need to stop, I thought to myself, the last thing we need right now is desperation, especially in our already awkward state. We exited the apartments to the rooftop quickly, Jamie going before me, and me going last. I walked behind her, once again falling to urges, this time to see her skirt ride up in the outside weather. I realized I was being a bit crude, so I walked ahead to my brother, keeping quiet to Jamie. I’ll let her do her own thing, as she reached down behind me and grabbed berry from a bush, it was a blueberry and she swallowed it down. “How do you like this garden?” Sandra said, to my mother, who stared at it. “It looks really nice.” She put on another fake smile and embellishes her opinion of it, it was a bit bland and the plants didn’t look that good. Either way, we weren’t going to lie to her, as she took much pride in this garden. “Mom. Can we get going?” Jamie asked, Sandra nodded and guided us down the apartment and into the streets. We were going to an Italian restaurant for lunch, and was prepared to suck in the awkwardness and get a conversation going with Jamie. It was only a short walk to the restaurant from the bottom of the apartment, and we got there in less than ten minutes. We entered the restaurant and sat down at a six person table. Sandra and my Mother sat across from each other, Jamie and I sat across, and my brother still looked away in the distance, sitting across nobody. “ How do you like New York City?” Jamie asked, she crossed her legs at me as water appeared on the table. “It’s good, just a bit unforgiving.” She laughed, and I felt the wall breaking. Suddenly, she grabbed the glass and gulped half of it down. “Man, I am so thirsty.” She said as she continued to drink. “You ever drink so much coffee you just feel thirstier than before.” She immediately finished the drink and turned her attention back to me. “What do you mean, unforgiving?” She asked, and we started talking about New York City, our careers, our future universities, our futures. All the meanwhile she continued to drink, I counted about five glasses of water. As food came in, her personality went from being quiet and boring to loud, funny and enjoyable, and I began to be quite fond of her. I took a few bites of my sandwich as she told me a story of her times in New York City. I laughed with her as she told me odd stories of the people you meet in this city. As she speaks, I see her cross her legs again, I got curious. “Just a second, Bes.” Jamie said, and she stood up and walked toward her mother. “Mom, are there restrooms here?” Jamie asked, and my suspicions were true. It was inevitable, she drank a lot of water. Sandra lifted her shoulders, not knowing the answer. “I don’t know, sweety. Go look around.” Jamie huffed as she walked to the waiter that had worked on our table. I traced her with my eyes as she walked to the man, only to be given a shake of the head. She huffed back down to the table, looking disappointed. “You okay?” I asked. “Yeah.... Yeah.” She said with a worried face. “I’ll be fine, I’ll just have to wait.” I know about the one odd struggle about New York City. The city was basically designed to limit the amount of bathrooms you can possibly reach, many stores had none, you spent most of your time on the street, and buses and subway cars certainly didn’t have any. You either had to get lucky or find an alley to piss in before it is too late. I didn’t think much of Jamie’s need, as we were so close to her apartment, where she can pee in peace. Almost immediately as she revealed to everyone her urgent need, I started to notice odd parts of her behavior. Her body had movements, small shakes and twists, her foot quickly tapped the ground with a quickness, her face was tense, and her mood had once again darkened a bit. As much as I wanted to Jamie desperate, it would be a hindrance to our newly founded friendship, how would she feel if her main memory of me was me being there when she pissed herself in the streets of New York City. The check came and the two mothers split the bill, Jamie looked over as her legs shook a bit. Her mother spoke to the three of us, Jamie, my boring brother and myself, “We are going to walk to a little market nearby and then we will drop off them at their car. Is that okay?” I looked at Jamie, she was obviously unhappy, as she was hoping that she could go as soon as possible, and I felt the strong desire to protect her. “We should probably go back to the apartment for Jamie.” Jamie looked at me oddly, like I had said something wrong. “Nah. I’m good.” Jamie said, “you can go wherever.” I took that counter and understood it, Sandra smiled and stood up, and as the meal was paid for we began to leave the cafe. Jamie and I fell behind, as she asked me a question. She was walking fine, without a hint of desperation. “Why are you so worried about me?” She asked, I got pale. “What?” “Why did you do that, what you just did.” she spoke cryptically to me. I realized what she meant. “Cause you look like you need it.” “You are pretty cute.” She said, my face lit up. “But, I can speak for myself.” I took this to heart, if she was going to solve this, it was her, I didn’t want to embarrass her any more than I had. “Do I look that bad?” “No. No. No... Well, I can tell, but you don’t look that bad.” She smiled at what I said. “That is great, because I am bursting.” She said, my eyes stared at her, her strong body taking on her strong bladder. She still seemed shaky, without really begging for relief yet, I just continued to allow my arousal to spike up. She began to walk in front of me when a pocket of wind blew some air up her skirt, she quickly pushed the skirt down before I could see anything. I was beginning to notice how aroused I was becoming of Jamie, and I began wishing to actually see her truly wet herself. I was having a battle of conscious as I watched her. As the walk continued, I notice her knees bobb up and down between strides. Sometimes she would stop, not to hold herself, but to regain composure. Sometimes she would groan or moan slowly, look back at me and I would pretend not to notice her desperation. She would turn around and continue her walk. The others would wait up, and as we approached near the apartments before we set out to the market, Sandra took notice of her daughters need. “You sure you don’t want to go into the apartment real quick.” Jamie stared at her, her body was moving rapidly as she did a small potty dance. “No! I’m fine.” She responded. Jamie was real desperate, but Sandra took it for an answer. All the pain could have been solved at that point. I caught up with her to ask her why. “I can hold it...” She said, exasperated. “I can hold it.” I didn’t know, she was still, bouncing up and down, furiously biting her lower lip, her hands fisted up in a ball. She must have been throbbing from her full bladder, you could even see that bladder through the tight blouse, a large lump that was full of liquid. We kept walking, and Jamie kept her routine, stopping, exclaiming her desperation, regretting her decision to not go into the apartment. At some point Jamie even started holding herself, the routing ended as began to continuously hold herself, hoping no other New Yorker would notice/care. As we reached the market, it began to strike Jamie she wasn’t going to make it. The market was a bunch of tables perched over a park, full of people showcasing their created jewelry or clothes. As we approached, Jamie ran up to her Mom, her hand grasping her crotch and her legs viciously shaking. “I’m going to find a restroom in a store nearby, okay.” I imagined Sandra saying no, and she was forced to dejectedly hold it until she wets herself. “Yes, just don’t go far.” Jamie nodded and ran back, ignoring me and running to the nearby stores. I found a perch and watched her. She entered a candy store, only to be greeted with a customers only sign, she desperately left the first one. The next was a cafe, who didn’t have a customer restroom. She left that one two, how long was she going to last? She came across an alley, which she pondered for a second before leaving that for the third and final store, a clothing store. I was praying to God that they would say no, so I could watch the desperate Jamie strip in an alley, and relieve herself in front of me. But it wasn’t meant to be, the store said yes and she quickly entered into the bathroom. i imagine her, her body shaking with her incredibly full bladder. Her hand stopping any wetting at any second, cursing to herself, regretting all of the decisions that led away from toilets. She would roll up her skirt revealing a thong which she quickly took off before plopping her bare ass on the toilet seat, moaning in orgasmic relief from her body winning the battle. I focused on other things waiting for her, the jewelry was nice and the clothes were nicer, but my mind couldn’t escape Jamie. And my head turned when she exited the store. She looked relieved, with a smile on her face instead of a very tense face. I wish I could have seen it, but seeing her happy made it up for me. I wasn’t emotionally attracted to her, but I did really like her. She came up to me, smiling, happy. I smiled back, happy for her, and she next to me and spoke. “Don’t tell anyone, but I just peed myself.” I stared at her, looking confused? “What? How?” “I got into the restroom and suddenly just lost it, couldn’t even get to the toilet. So I pissed myself.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” I responded, she smiled back. “Yeah. But don’t tell anyone else, okay, this is our secret.” I nodded and smiled. Now I imagined something different, she would close the door, and scream, the urine that had pounded on the floodgates for so long suddenly broke through, something about the slamming of the door behind her. She bent over, her body losing control of her bladder and her legs locking up. It only took a few seconds for Jamie to realize she had no chance of making it to the nearby toilet, so she pulled up her skirt quickly and allowed the release on the floor of this bathroom, letting the owners deal with the consequences. When she finished, she wiped the floor and herself until leaving with a smile and a sense of relief. She walked past me now, and I watched her in amazement, but knowing that this was our secret. And as you can see from this post, I am not good at secrets.
  16. Stumbled upon this image and managed to find the source anime: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xtbtij_hagure-yuusha-no-estetica-episode-2_shortfilms Scene starts at 17:00, ends at 20:30, beware of partial nudity after the scene. I doubt this will get taken down from dailymotion, but if someone could put the clip into the downloads section, it would be appreciated.
  17. Lauren and I were house mates , neither of us could be bothered cooking dinner so we decided to treat ourselves to a night out with a few drinks and dinner . We went to our local tavern for a couple of pre dinner drinks before moving on to a restaurant we had booked earlier. We were chatting away when a couple of guys came and sat with us , they introduced themselves to us . Both were fly in fly out mine workers , their names were Mathew and Tyson . Both guys were best mates with rugged good looks caught our interest almost immediately . The drinks flowed , the guys kept us entertained to the point where we nearly forgot our dinner date . Lauren and I went to the toilet to " compare notes " we were both excited by our new love interests , so we decided to ask them if they would join us for dinner . I had my eyes on Matt , and Lauren had taken a liking to Tyson . The guys jumped at the chance to join us , so off we went . Somehow it felt right , the guys made us laugh and they didn't seem to be coming with us with only one thing in mind . Our night was a huge success , so we swapped phone numbers and agreed to see each other again . We only had a few days to get to know each other before the guys had to return to work . It was a long few weeks before the guys came back . I spent most of the day with Matt but I was reluctant to spend a night with him in case my " problem " resurfaced and I would ruin our relationship before it had begun . Even Lauren wouldn't sleep with me unless I wore a diaper . I am an occasional bedwetter , unless I have been drinking then I am a frequent bedwetter . I had only started wearing diapers at night again since I moved in with Lauren . I had tried sleeping with guys before , of course I never worked up the courage to tell them about my bladder issues and after a night out I would lay awake stressing about peeing myself in my sleep and then having to explain myself in the morning . Eventually after a few near sleepless nights I would be so tired I would collapse into a coma like slumber and wether I had been drinking or not I would wake in a wet bed . The friction it caused in our relationship would soon form cracks which would then turn into chasms , we would fight and argue about seemly stupid issues , then my bedwetting would come up and eventually we would go our own separate ways and I would be single and unhappy again. This time it would be different , I would not sleep over until I thought I knew Matt well enough to explain my situation to him . Then if he wanted to call it off I would be hurt but I would rather it be that way then a painful split again . Matt and I were messing around . Matt was lying on the floor , I was straddling him . He only wearing jeans so I started kissing his chest . He wasn't wearing underwear , something that I found really sexy . So I began to put that situation to good use , I was feeling oh so horny, I lowered myself onto his man thing and began slowly and gently rocking my hips , so as to rub his jeans up and down on his ever expanding member . I really needed to pee but I also loved the feeling of having a full bladder and the exciting horny sensation I was getting . I could feel myself getting wet , I was teasing Matt , getting him almost to the edge and then backing off to deny him . I was really enjoying having a man in my life again . Matt sensed I was teasing him , so he grabbed me and began tickling me so hard it made me breathless . I couldn't get the words out I was so desperately trying to say " Stop or I am going to wet myself " !!!! I was straddled which left me helplessly defenceless ............................. Too Late !!!!! I felt a hot gush of pee flood into my jeans , Matt kept tickling unaware of what had just happened , then stopped with a startled look on his face . I sat stunned and helpless as my bladder emptied itself into my underwear and now soaking through to Matt's proud member . My relationship was melting away or so I thought , I looked at Matt , expecting a tirade of abuse . Nothing !!! except a guy looking very embarrassed with the biggest man toy I had ever seen . OMG !!! my horniness returned in a flash , I couldn't help myself . I ripped open his jeans , exposing him . Then dragged my own jeans down my legs , not even bothering to remove my panties , I just yanked them to one side and then directed his member into my flooded garden . We made love like a couple possessed , frantic , wild and untamed !!! I felt his warm seed explode inside me , which triggered my own intense shattering orgasm . Every fibre in my body screamed in pent up release !!!! as I dug my nails deep into his chest . Panting I collapsed onto his chest , enjoying the wilting afterglow . I kissed him lovingly , thankful to be still together after peeing on my new boyfriend . He quietly whispered to me " Where the F**k did that come from ? " I whispered quietly back " You made me wet my pants " We have to talk " We got up and went and showered , I was in a dream , I had just had the best sex with a guy ever !! We showered and in the middle of the day climbed into bed . I had already sensed that Matt was easy to talk to . Ok he said tell what just happened . So I confessed " peeing myself turns me on " as soon as I said that I could feel his " barometer " rise . Matt was turned on by me peeing on him . He confessed he was embarrassed because he got a hard on when I peed all over him and thought I would be angry for making me piss my pants . Matt had never had any involvement with pee sex , it was totally new to him . Seizing my chance I went for broke , we talked for hours I shared my bladder issues with him even confessing that I wore diapers at night . Matt didn't even know they made "adult diapers" , we shared our kinks and we finally realised we had something special between us . That was over 5 years ago , our relationship has continued to flourish , even though at times its still long distance , our week together is so much fun . Its the happiest I have ever been . Lauren and I are still in regular contact so we don't get lonely when our guys are away . I am so glad we decided to go to dinner that night , it changed my life forever . Some things are meant to be !!
  18. RainsCastamere

    To Pee or Not to Pee

    Does anyone know where I can find the Bound2Burst video TO PEE OR NOT TO PEE(http://www.bound2burst.net/movies/mbm/ginger.html) on VK...I know Bound2burst is one of the banned for uploads sites but I figured that since it would just be a link to another site it would be fine, please tell me if that is not acceptable! P.S. Any link to any Bound2burst video is welcomed
  19. The commuter train jerked forward abruptly as it departed from the station. Julie pressed both hands hard into her crotch to keep from losing bladder control. Even with her purse sitting on her lap to hide it, she was sure that the people around her could tell she was touching herself inappropriately, but she was beyond caring. She had been crossing her legs and shifting in her seat for the past half an hour--surely anyone paying attention to her in the crowded morning train car already knew that she was on the verge of peeing in her pants. "Just two more stops to go," she told herself. Julie shifted her left leg underneath of her and sat on the heel of her black pump. It offered some temporary relief to her straining bladder. In the wake of her wetting in the office a couple of weeks prior, Julie's long-suppressed urges to push her bladder to its limit and beyond in public places had been fully awakened. She never even considered using a toilet anymore unless it was an absolute emergency. Plus, she was intentionally guzzling water, tea, and coffee in copious amounts. Just like in high school, these habits were making her accident prone. She had already soaked herself twice on the way home from work, both times in front of dozens of strangers. Also like high school, she would not go home to change clothes after a wetting--that was cheating. As a consequence, she spent both evenings sheepishly running errands in her blatantly soiled clothes while cashiers and customers gawked at her. Doing her evening grocery shopping in pee-soaked clothes was one thing, but showing up for work in the morning wearing them was another. For that reason, this was the first time she had ever dared risk a holding challenge on the commute into work. Like most nights since the re-ignition of her fetish, she had spent the previous evening on watersports websites posting about her wetting adventures and chatting with other members about theirs. She went to sleep the previous night fantasizing about different outfits and situations in which she might get desperate and wet herself. As a result, Julie was feeling particularly naughty this morning. She put on one of her favorite pairs of pants--form-fitting light gray dress slacks--and couldn't help but immediately think about how they would look with dark, glistening pee streaks running down both legs. The thought made her so aroused. She wanted to wet these pants really badly, but that would have to wait until later in the evening. On her way out the door, Julie grabbed her typical large bottled water to drink on the train and a devilish thought occurred to her. She couldn't pee in her pants before work, but she could still have some desperate fun. She opened the bottle and chugged the contents until they were gone. Then she re-filled the bottle from the kitchen sink tap and drank the contents again. Surely she could handle making it to work after just two bottles of water plus the two cups of coffee she had drank earlier. If she couldn't manage that, she reasoned, she deserved to spend her whole work day in wet pants. She refilled the bottle again to drink on the trip and left the house with a mischievous smile on her face. Now there were 15 minutes remaining in the train ride to work, and Julie was beginning to think she had over-estimated her holding capacity. She began to bounce up and down on her heel as the short-lived numbness of sitting on it began to wear off and she felt the intense pressure of her bladder again. Why did she always do this to herself? Julie had no idea what she was going to do if she couldn't hold on. She had been able to successfully play her wetting after the morning meeting off as a simple error in judgement, albeit a humiliating one. Her team was amused by the idea of their manager wetting her pants at work. They openly teased her about it, but in some ways they were more comfortable with her now. Her boss was clearly much more disgusted with her, but he did not say anything beyond impatiently asking her to clean up her mess and sit on a plastic bag the rest of the day to avoid ruining her office chair. Julie knew she couldn't pee in her pants at work again so soon. She knew all too well how quickly a group of people could stop looking at pee accidents as a laughable quirk and begin treating you like a outcast because of them. The first few times Julie had noticeably pissed herself in high school had not been a big deal either. She had been discretely wetting her panties under skirts and intentionally letting out spurts of pee into her black jeans during the school day dating back to junior high. No one had ever caught her. One day early in her sophomore year, however, Julie had gotten distracted during a busy day and completely forgotten to pee between classes. Lunch was only one class away, so she decided to cross her legs and try to hold on for one more period. Julie desperately squirmed in her seat trying to hold back the flood, but as she felt the first warm spurt of pee begin to leak into her panties with 20 minutes to go before the bell, she knew she wasn't going to make it to lunch. Julie was wearing dark blue jeans. They could cover up some damage, but she knew they were not dark enough to hide a major accident. She raised her hand and pleaded with her teacher for a bathroom pass, but he told her to wait until the lesson was done. The next 10 minutes seemed like an eternity as Julie fidgeted frantically trying to keep her bladder from bursting in the middle of class. Every minute or so, she could feel more damp warmth escape into her panties. Finally, the teacher stopped talking and let the class begin work on their homework assignment. He beckoned Julie to the front of the room to collect her bathroom pass. She could barely move without leaking as she awkwardly waddled to the teacher's desk and down the hall to the restroom. She had to keep her legs tightly together and stop every few feet to keep from losing control. With every ginger step she could feel pee sloshing around in her bladder. She had barely pushed open the girls' bathroom door when she felt a hot flood burst into her panties and begin to run down her legs. She quickly ran into an open stall and began to fight with her belt, but all the while she could feel a torrent of warmth running down the thighs of her tight jeans. By the time she got her belt undone, she could feel her socks and shoes become engulfed in the flood. The relief of finally emptying her aching bladder plus the familiar feeling of warm pee soaking her clothes triggered a sensual explosion in Julie. Her pulse raced and she became weak at the knees. As her shoes filled with urine and a puddle spread below her feet in the stall, she stopped struggling to get her jeans off and began rubbing her crotch through her soaking wet pants. pee dripped off of her fingers as she massaged her throbbing clitoris through the tight, glistening denim. She leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall as she rubbed faster--the fabric hissing with the force of her pee stream as she rubbed. As the flow of pee finally stopped, she climaxed. After Julie caught her breath, she had to figure out what to do about her predicament. Her jeans, socks, and shoes were completely saturated in urine and she was only half way through the school day. Julie knew her mom would never leave work to come and get her because she peed her pants--she was way too old for that. If she skipped the rest of her classes without an excused absence, she would fail her math test that afternoon. Plus, she would have to walk across town in her wet pants to get home. She began to think that her best option may be to go back to class and try to pretend like nothing happened. After all, she had gotten her pants so completely soaked that there was no obvious wet patch--she thought maybe no one would notice. Julie poured the pee out of her shoes and wrung out her socks. She dabbed at her jeans with paper towels as best she could, but decided they were a lost cause after the tenth paper towel came up yellow and soaked with no discernible improvement to the state of her pants. Her sneakers squelched noticeably as she walked back to class drenched from the waist down. Julie hadn't even sloshed her soaked jeans into her seat when she began to hear the whispering and giggling spread through the classroom. All the rest of the day she dealt with staring and teasing, but it wasn't as bad as she feared it would be. Mostly her classmates just made fun of her about her being a baby and needing diapers. Meanwhile, she passed her math test and enjoyed the feeling of the soaked pants against her skin all afternoon. She felt free, like her secret was finally out in the open and she loved the naughtiness of spending her whole day in pee-soaked pants. In a couple of weeks, the incident was nothing more than a running joke--yesterday's news to her classmates. Of course, the memory of the intense orgasm she had experienced in the bathroom stall as she peed in her pants stuck with Julie much longer. As the train lurched to a stop, Julie felt the first warm spurt dampen her panties. She moved her heel out from underneath her and instead tightly crossed her left leg over her right. More pee escaped during the shift, leaving her underwear warm and wet. The office was still one more train stop and a four-block walk away. She bounced up and down anxiously in her seat, willing the train to begin moving again. Just then, she heard a familiar voice over her shoulder. "Hey Julie, I didn't know you take this train in the morning." She turned her head to see Sara's smiling face behind her. Of all the luck ... Sara had been witness to Julie's previous work accident. It was beginning to look like she would have a front-row seat to another wetting. Julie tried to steady her voice as she replied, "Yeah, I do. It's always so crowded, we must have always just missed each other." "Are you feeling OK?" Sara asked. "You look really flushed." "Yeah, I'm fine," Julie said through gritted teeth. "I just need the restroom." "Oh..." Sara said as she peeked at Julie's contorted legs. She gave a smile and a knowing nod. "Are you going to be alright this time?" "I hope so," Julie said weakly as the train began to move again. She leaned forward and buried her hand in her crotch. "I felt so bad for you the other morning at work," Sara said. "I still can't believe you wore that skirt all day." Great, Julie thought, now everyone in earshot knows I wet my pants at work. "Yeah," she mumbled in reply. Julie closed her eyes and clenched muscles as tightly as she could. The light fabric of her dress slacks felt soft and comforting pressed tightly against her legs. For several minutes, Julie squirmed in her seat in focused silence--eyes closed, legs tightly crossed, shifting every few seconds. Her bladder ached, but she avoided more leakage. "Almost there," Sara said reassuringly, breaking the long silence. Julie opened her eyes and saw that their stop was only a minute away. She stood up to make her way to the door and immediately felt warmth spread in her panties. she reflexively bent over and pressed her thighs together, but it took her a few seconds to choke off the flow. Julie's whole crotch felt warm and wet--she dared not move or check her pants for damage. Now that she was on her feet, Julie had to contend with keeping her balance as the train moved. When it reached her station, the car came to a sudden stop and jerked her forward. The sudden violent motion nearly knocked her over. The flow began again--this time she could feel stray drops begin to run down her thighs before she could stop it. Sara began to make her way to the door through the sea of passengers. Julie followed in her wake, keeping her thighs clamped tightly together as she waddled through the car. For the first time, Julie was grateful that Sara was there. She never would have made it through the crowd without completely wetting herself if she had been alone. Julie followed Sara through the doors of the train and onto the platform. Sara stopped and turned to face her. "I've never used the restrooms here. Do you know where they are?" Julie shook her head. She bent double and hopped from foot to foot as she scanned the station for a bathroom sign. Her wet inner thighs felt a cold chill in the open air of the platform. Julie knew that her leakage earlier must have soaked through her pants. Her mind raced. She could barely concentrate with her bladder so full. Plus, she was still super aroused and wet. Her eyes barely processed what they were seeing as she frantically looked around for a bathroom. Warmth began to engulf her underwear again. This time, Julie chose not to fight it. She relaxed and looked down as a glistening dark patch began to spread rapidly down both legs. Sara gasped as Julie stopped fidgeting and stood upright while an obvious wet patch continued to grow on her light-grey dress pants. pee streamed from the inseams of her pant legs and on to the concrete below her feet as a puddle began to form and spread. Both women's eyes were fixated on Julie's slacks. Julie closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. Her toes were swimming in the warm flood that was filling her heels. The soft fabric of her dress slacks felt as good as she imagined all morning as they clung tightly to her ass and thighs in their warm, soaking wet state. Julie wanted to rub herself through her soaked underwear, but she knew she couldn't on a public train platform. "Oh my God," Sara said, eyes still glued to Julie's pants. "Do you at least have a change of clothes this time?" Julie shook her head. The flow finally reduced to a trickle and then stopped. Julie lowered her eyes to her slacks. The dark-grey pee streaks ran all the way down both her legs and her feet were now completely submerged in warm urine within her pumps. Her clitoris ached with desire. Julie stood there in a haze of her own pleasure--oblivious to the many strangers that had caught sight of the spectacle that were now staring at her. Sara grabbed Julie's hand. "Come on," she said as she led Julie away from the train platform and toward a secluded wall of the station. Julie's shoes squelched as she walked. "I'm sorry I keep doing this in front of you," Julie said. "Clearly I need to drink less coffee in the morning ... or just start wearing diapers." "If you want to call in sick today, I promise I won't tell anyone," Sara offered as they settled into a corner out of obvious sight. "You'd have to figure out how to get home, but at least you wouldn't have to walk into the office like that." "Thanks Sara, that's sweet," Julie said. Of course Sara was right--she should just call in sick. Julie knew that going to work in this state would just lead to lots of humiliation and probably setback her career. Why did the thought of just going home leave her feeling so unfulfilled? "You look disappointed," Sara said with the hint of a smile. "You know it will make just as good a story if you don't go into the office, right?" "Huh?" "When you write it up tonight," Sara said. "You posted a story about your last wetting. I can only assume you'll write about one as epic as this ... PissyJ28." Julie just stared at Sara, who was smiling coyly back at her. The pit of Julie's stomach dropped. No one had ever called her by her online moniker. Finally, she stuttered out, "You read online wetting forums?" "Yeah, I was actually planning to post about your wetting a couple weeks ago. When I saw your write up of it, I nearly died. Can you believe the odds? You're a really good writer, by the way." "Thanks," Julie mumbled, still not quite believing her ears. She began to wonder if she was still dreaming. "So ... you are into this?" "Well, clearly not as much as you are," Sara said. "I could never pee my pants at work ... and some of the stories from when you were in school I could barely believe anyone would put themselves through." "Yeah, I do get carried away sometimes," Julie said with a smile as she looked down at her slacks, which were now cooling down and beginning to chill her thighs. The dark wet patches down both her legs were extremely pronounced now against the light grey fabric. She shifted her weight and felt the pool of urine in her shoes slosh. "You probably think I'm completely nuts now, right?" "I don't know how you can do this in public and then go about your day as if nothing happened. Don't you care that everyone is going to stare at you?" "Oh, I care," Julie said. "I guess holding and wetting is just more exciting when I know I'm going to be in trouble if I don't make it. It's just not the same thing if I do it when there's no risk of anyone finding out. Does that make any sense at all?" "A little," Sara said. "So, you actually wanted to pee yourself today?" "Not exactly," Julie said. "I was just challenging myself to hold it as long as I could. I thought I could make it." "But you didn't bring anything to change into if you didn't?" "No," Julie said sheepishly. "You should really think about calling in sick," Sara said. "Your pants are soaked. What are you going to tell everyone?" "I don't know ... that I peed my pants." Sara laughed. "I think they'll figure that one out on their own." "Yeah, you're right," Julie said with a smile. "I don't know, the thought of walking into work like this really excites me right now. Maybe I like punishing myself ... I don't know." "You seem to have a talent for it." "Tell me about it." "Well then, I guess we better get to the office," Sara said glancing down at Julie's soaked slacks and smirking. "I'm sure those are going to be really comfortable for you today." "Oh, I know," Julie said, smiling naughtily. "They're already starting to get cold, and I have a small lake in my heels." "Enjoy your chaffed thighs." "I'm sure I'm going to get diaper rash," Julie said. "Plus I get to smell like pee all day and sit on plastic sheeting again. I'll bet you're so jealous of me right now." "Definitely, all the guys will think you're so hot now," Sara said. They looked each other and giggled. "Seriously though, are you sure you really want to do this? I just found out that I work with someone I can share this with. I really don't want you to get fired." "Don't worry," Julie said. "They won't fire me for this." "Well, if you're sure, I'll see you at the office," Sara said. "You want to catch a few drinks after work?" "I'd love to." "Great," said Sara, "If you're lucky, your pants might even dry by then." "Probably, but who knows? If I get a few drinks in me, they may not stay that way." "With you, I'll bet they won't," Sara shook her head and laughed. "You're crazy Julie. I'll see you later." "See you at work," Julie said as Sara turned and walked away. Julie's mind filled with possibilities. All these years her wetting had isolated her, could she have finally found a partner in this? She wondered what Sara was into. She couldn't wait to meet her after work and find out. Her pulse raced as she ran her hands along her chilled, wet thighs. No turning back now. Sara had offered her an out and she turned it down. Now she was going to have to spend the whole day in these pee-soaked slacks and everyone at work was going to know about it. She could picture the condescending smirks on her co-workers faces as they saw that she had peed in her pants again. Julie's fingers reached her crotch, which still radiated warmth through the wetness of her slacks. She decided she'd better find a ladies' room to take care of her naughtier urges.
  20. Found this video on one of my favorite topics, lady holding it while wearing a kimono! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMjHaH493gE Here's another from the same lady in a kimono: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoK267EyywI
  21. Hi. I am looking for fake desperation/wetting videos found usually on YouTube or daily motion, preferably I would like them 720HD or close to that quality. some examples; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=us0960FZXEQ&feature=player_embedded https://omorashi.org/topic/15601-hoge-nood/?hl=%2Bfake https://omorashi.org/topic/15250-marry-christmas/
  22. Hi! I thought I'd share my youtube playlists with nice wetting videos I have collected over the last few years. It is about female desperation, well, since I'm very much into it :) So here they are: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFF145CBFFC299B6B and http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL733C67A028CBB666 I hope you'll enjoy!
  23. Ack, it seems like so much time has passed since I've written down any more of my experiences. It seems that that life, unfortunately, had other plans for me but now that I've got some time I figured I'd share these experiences. For the previous parts (all titled in the same boring manner - I really need to come up with a better series title), check my profile...anyway, onto the fun stuff and sorry about all the extra detail...figured I'd include it for those that like it. Once again, be warned there is a bit of sexual content in here. I arrived home from my time away in early September, on a warm Thursday afternoon. My mother had picked up Lindsay and the two of them met up with me at the baggage carousel. In the 2 months I'd been away, Lindsay and I had both undergone some interesting physical changes. I'd begun filling out and bulking up (accelerated by the physical labor I'd done while away), slowly beginning to resemble something masculine and Lindsay...well, her body had decided to turn her from a cute teenager into a grown, shapely woman. The first change I'd noticed is her hair had become a slightly darker shade of brown (no, she never dyed her hair...still have never figured out why this happened) and she'd had it cut off about half an inch above her shoulders, but the real noticeable changes had been with her breasts and hips. While I realize that two months seems far-fetched for such "drastic" changes, they were not such. I'd wager that these changes were gradual and had begun months prior, they were just now becoming apparent to me for two reasons: one being that I had not seen her in a while and the second being that Lindsay had become aware of these changes and somewhat changed her style to work with/draw attention to them. When she had noticed my eying her cleavage later in the day, she went on to tell me that whilst shopping for back to school clothes, she'd discovered that her breasts were now caught between being a "full" B cup and small C cup (American sizing, for the record), seeming to vary with brands. As for her hips...they had begun to widen, something she had noticed when she'd gone up a size and somewhat worriedly told me. I reassured her that I still found her beautiful and that her gaining weight wasn't going to bug me - as it stands, I was actually quite excited about this development as she'd begun to develop an "hour glass" figure. Which, on a side-note was something that happened within the following year. Having become aware and told of these physical changes, I'd become rather excited and curious to see how she looked in the nude...however, that wasn't to happen until several days later. We spent the rest of that Thursday evening together, had a date on Friday night where we discussed our relationship and felt the time apart had helped us grow closer together. Saturday I spent catching up with my friends and Lindsay spent working on homework (she was a senior in high school now) so as to free her up for us to spend time together on Sunday. Seeing as both of us had become aware that we hadn't been physically intimate with one another in ~2 months, the discussion and plans for that were made Saturday evening over the phone. I once again nervously broached the subject of her wetting for me, unsure if Lindsay's opinion/enjoyment of it had changed during our time apart: "Anything specific you want me to wear tomorrow?" Lindsay asked. "Whatever you feel comfortable in." I replied, in an campy "cool dude" voice. "Is that 'Rick speak' for wear something sexy?" she said, giggling. "It's whatever you want it to mean." "Okay, I'll wear something comfortable AND sexy." "Do you think we could...well, you know...do that thing I like?" I asked, tripping over my own words. "Okay...ummm..." she responded, a bit unsure. "Okay what? Do you not like it or something?" I found myself asking, feeling bummed about pressing the activity so soon. "No, it's just that...well, I don't know." "We don't have to do it if you don't want to...or if you don't like it..." I said, my voice trailing off hoping she wouldn't agree with the latter half of my statement. "Oh no, I do like it. And I like turning you on...it's just been a while and I don't know if I can do it. I mean, it's not like I practiced it!" she replied reassuringly, whilst also giggling. A feeling of relief washed over me as we finished up our conversation and firmed up a time to get together and the layout of our plans for the following day. To save time and spare the details, we ended up getting together and going out to lunch before eventually finding our way back to my place. Lindsay fortunately/unfortunately had to pee at the restaurant we'd gone to for lunch so it was now that she decided to start filling up before we headed out somewhere to "enjoy" ourselves. Her outfit today consisted of a white with vertical deep navy blue stripes button up shirt, on which she'd left the top two buttons undone drawing the eye into her now, more pronounced cleavage and a knee-length cream colored pencil skirt. Over her hair was a white headband running from ear to ear, and she had also chosen to wear her contacts, leading her outfit to giving her more of a girly look rather than the secretary/librarian I was used to. On her feet were a pair of all white sandals, flat-bottomed as we'd been walking around earlier in the day. We were sitting on my couch, talking and looking over a large coffee table book when she suddenly blurted out: "I have to pee." Taking a second to regain my composure I asked, "How bad?" "Not too bad but like I should get up and go use the bathroom now." she answered, before then adjusting her skirt and crossing her legs. "Does that mean we should head out and find somewhere to be alone?" I asked, feeling that twinge downstairs indicating my beginning state of arousal. She looked up at me, leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. After the kiss, she backed away ever so slightly and in a low voice said "Yesss." before then uncrossing her legs and standing up. With that, I stood up, got my shoes on and headed out the door with Lindsay a few steps behind. I took my position in the driver's seat of my family's station wagon (my car was in the shop at this point...for those wondering why I'm driving my family's car, ha!) with Lindsay taking her position to my right in the passenger's seat. I strapped myself in, put the keys in the ignition and started the car. Checking to make sure she was set and strapped in, Lindsay asked the question; "Would you mind running back in and getting me a Diet Coke?". Being fully aware of the effects of soda on her, I nodded, unstrapped myself to get out and head back in to fetch her the requested soda. Once I returned with the Diet Coke, she thanked me and popped the top on it. She took a sip before then reaching over and pulling me into another soft kiss. I shifted the car into reverse and backed out of my driveway. We were a little worried about being discovered in our usual spot given the nice weather and the fact a lot of people were out on this particular Sunday evening, we decided to head "into the country" a bit. I knew of an old, dilapidated farmhouse that rarely anyone visited where I figured we could be alone. The driveway leading up to the farmhouse featured a decent curve, with plenty of trees to cover us from the back road it was off of. The cracked pavement of the driveway ended abruptly about 20 ft from the house in a line of tall grass. Posted within that grass were several seriously faded "No Trespassing" signs. I parked the station wagon just before the grass and hopped out. I briskly walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for Lindsay. Her situation had worsened (or improved, depending on how you want to look at it) during the 20 minute drive to this location. She'd been sitting cross-legged, fidgeting slightly and when I opened the door to welcome her to my "castle", she announced "Okay, now I REALLY have to go." before swinging her legs out of the open door and standing up. I pulled her slightly to the left, closed the door and then moved her fidgety self to in front of the hood of the car. I leaned down, tilted her head up with one of my hands and began kissing her. She reciprocated by increasing the intensity and passion of our kissing, before then beginning to unbutton my shirt and run one of her hands over my chest. I tugged upward on the top of her skirt and she - in typical feminine magic - easily pulled her skirt up enough to just barely reveal her panties. I took this as a cue to step between her feet, and hoist her up so she was sitting on the hood of the car. This new position allowed for our crotches to be aligned with each other, leading Lindsay to spread her legs and pull me in between them. She wrapped her legs around me and ground her crotch against mine, leaning slightly back in the process and pulling me almost on top of her - all the while kissing me with feverish intensity. I pulled her more upright and broke from our kissing embrace. I'd become acutely aware of the heat radiating through her panties, my shorts and my boxers onto my now maximum stiffness erection, so I took this brief break to unbutton two more buttons of her shirt revealing a nude colored "full coverage" bra. Lindsay was far from being in an unaroused state by now, so she pulled me back into an embrace, kissing me as passionately as before but now grinding her crotch up and down against mine. I broke our embrace once again, this time completely as I found myself almost having to pry myself free from her legs wrapped around me. I walked to the tail end of the car, opened the hatch and climbed in to put the rear seats down - this was to be our bed once Lindsay was through "being naughty". Climbing back out of the car, I turned to see Lindsay standing near me pulling her skirt completely up to reveal her cotton white with a dark blue polka dot and light blue rose pattern bikini style panties. She squatted down, spreading her legs to reveal her crotch to me but in a position that her ass hovered maybe 2 inches off the ground and rested somewhat against her heels. "Are you ready?" she asked, as I took a knee near her. I nodded and with that she closed her eyes. It must've been how I was sitting, or the angle I was at because I noticed no change in the color of her panties or the glistening look I was accustomed to seeing when she began peeing into them. It prompted me to ask, "Are you going yet?". Her eyes snapped open and she said "Are you kidding?", raising an eyebrow. As I shifted my position to lean over, I noticed a stream of liquid heading down the slight incline behind her, darkening the pavement as it went. I tilted my head to the side and leaned over to be greeted to the sight of a clear stream of pee emanating from the direct center of her crotch and making a slight puddle between her sandals before then streaming down the pavement behind her. About 15 seconds later as her stream slowed to a dribble, I moved into a more upright position. Once she finished, she stood up and turned around to seeming to admire the puddle and stream she'd made on the pavement. While facing away from me, for some reason she bent over slightly, which pushed her ass out just enough that I could now see the slight discoloration of the wet fabric. It went maybe a fifth of the way up her panties, so it was no surprise I hadn't been able to see her start going initially. I took this opportunity to reach out and grab a handful of her ass, which must have startled her because she jumped slightly. She immediately turned on her heels, pulled me into a standing position and pushed me back against the rear bumper of the car. She quickly unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled my shorts down before then reaching into the opening on the front of my boxers to pull out my erection. She began stroking it gently, stepping into me so she could start kissing me once more. I was taken back by the sensations I was experiencing, so my hands remained at my sides. She stopped stroking me, positioned her body directly in front of me and stood on her tip toes. She took my cock and bent it down slightly, guiding it between her legs and underneath her crotch as she took a few small steps to press her body against mine. I was greeted to the sensation of the warm, wet fabric of her panties coupled with the heat of her arousal radiating through over the top of my penis, leading me to immediately place my hands on her ass and gently guide her up and down my shaft. She then took the initiative and pushed me down into the back of the station wagon. I pushed myself rather awkwardly on my back further into the back of the car, with Lindsay kneeling over me and walking along on her knees to place her crotch directly above mine. It was at this point she pushed my dick up toward my stomach and then began grinding her crotch along it. Once again I felt the sensation of the warm, wet fabric of her panties coupled with the heat of her vagina radiating through them, this time on the underside of my erection. She leaned in to kiss me a bit as she was grinding, but it was a bit of an awkward position so she returned to a mostly upright position - a kind of pseudo, "cowgirl" position. Her grinding began to grow in intensity and she began mixing in mild gyrations of her hips. It was as I placed my hands on her breasts and began to massage them through her bra that I noticed she was beginning to breath heavily. I could've sworn she was uttering little moans here and there, but I wasn't all there. I was in a moment of pure bliss, being treated to a "show" of this girl whom I thought was damn near flawless, wearing a pair of panties she'd moments earlier peed through, effectively using me as her sexual gratification device - I wasn't about to complain. I'm not sure how long it took, or how long Lindsay ground away on top of me but as her breaths grew closer together, she slowed in motion, shuddered a bit and then let out a long sigh. She leaned in, gave me a quick kiss and then climbed off of me. Taking a position laying beside me she began to jerk me off...I'd finish the story here as those details wouldn't be worth telling, but given our lack of experience, it was here that I took my own load to my face. When I was about to reach orgasm, shortly thereafter, I remember her just pointing it directly at me and I just sat there stupidly staring at it as it unfolded. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The fifth experience I had with wetting occurs about 3 weeks after the above experience (don't worry, it's much shorter, ha!). During these 3 weeks, Lindsay and I officially "consummated" our relationship, were interrupted by her monthly cycle and then back to it...I assume, the regular course of action for most couples once they reach that point. Needless to say, I wasn't so interested in wetting now that I had another highly pleasurable activity to enjoy with Lindsay and I hadn't really thought about it. But like it always seems to happen, the desire came back and I brought up the subject once more. We came to realize that we had a window of "sexy time" with my home to myself on Friday afternoons, as my mother was at work until 4 and my dad wouldn't be home until after 5. If I picked her up at school once her last class was out, we'd have approximately 90 minutes for whatever we wanted to do. Plenty of time for us (if anyone wants to call in my sexual performance into question...I'm honestly not a fan of hour plus sessions of penetrative sex). She agreed that she'd wear something sexy (of course, it having to be school appropriate) and start drinking 20 minutes or so before the end of school so she'd hopefully be ready shortly after we got back to my place. I drove my car and picked her up at school. On this day she'd gone with a knee length, tan colored cargo skirt, a snug fitting purple, short sleeve shirt rounded out with black 2 inch heels (non open toe) with short, white frilly-topped socks. She'd applied a light dusting of makeup, lip gloss and silver stud earrings and had chosen to wear her "hipster" glasses (I suppose that's what you'd call them now) in lieu of her contacts. Once seated in the car, she tossed her backpack into the backseat and closed the door. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and started the short drive back to my house. It was at some point during the drive that I noticed she was rather fidgety and sitting with her legs tightly crossed. As we conversed, I finally changed the subject and asked outright: "So how bad do you have to go right now?" Taken a bit back by my bluntness and the suddenness of the comment, Lindsay regained her composure and said, "Really, really bad. Like I can't wait to just go pee." "Jeez, how much did you drink in the last 20 minutes?" "I didn't. I've been holding since lunch and I drank this." she said, holding up one of the mid-sized Nalgene reusable water bottles. I could only mutter an "Oh...okay.". The conversation switched back to her telling me a bit about her day and I did my best to not be distracted by her need and actually pay attention to the topic of the conversation. I can only assume that she wanted to talk about something else to keep her mind off the pressing needs of her bladder. When we arrived back at my place, I hopped out of the car, retrieved her backpack from the backseat and opened the door for her (what can I say, I was trying to keep chivalry alive). The moment we stepped inside, Lindsay asked, "So where are we gonna do this?" "The bathroom seems like the most logical place." I replied, rather dryly. Rolling her eyes, she turned away from me and walked to the bathroom. I told her to hold on and I rushed downstairs to grab a few extra towels, since I wasn't sure what we were gonna need for clean up. Arriving back in the bathroom, I closed the door and asked, "How do you want to go?" "I want to go sitting. Through my panties." she replied, rather chipper. She stood in the corner, her legs crossed and rocking slightly back and forth. "Okay." I rather dumbly replied, before then turning my attention to getting some towels laid out on the floor. I still don't know why it didn't occur to me to just have her sit in the bathtub but the decision I made turned out to have its perks. "I'm gonna go standing if you don't hurry up." Lindsay commented, her tone of voice clearly denoting her discomfort. Once I'd finished laying out 3 layers of towels, I motioned toward the towels and Lindsay gingerly sat down on the center of them. Given the size of the bathroom and in order for Lindsay to show me what I wanted to see as well as do it from a sitting position, she had to sit with her knees slightly bent. The heels of her heels were balanced at about a 45 degree angle with the floor causing the shape of her legs and the way her knees were bent to form almost perfect triangles with the floor. When she spread her legs to give me a view up her skirt and of her panties, she now had a position similar to sitting on a gynecologist's stirrup. Her panties were light blue, cotton bikinis...one of those perfect shades to show off the wetness. As I knelt down in front her, she spoke once more, "If I'm gonna do this...you have to do something for me." "And that is?" I asked, mildly confused. "I want you to be naked." she said with a smirk. "Okay..." I stood up, stripped down completely naked. Knowing where we'd probably end up, I took this moment to start the shower and get it all warmed up. At the sound of the water hitting the tub, Lindsay groaned and one of her hands pressed her skirt between her legs to press on her crotch. Kneeling back down once more, it was now I that asked, "Are you ready?". She shook her head, reached down her shirt and retrieved a condom that had been tucked in her bra - sly girl, she must have gotten that out while I was fetching the towels. I leaned in and gave her a kiss as I took the condom from her hand. With how excited I was, I didn't struggle too much with getting the condom on - all the inspiration I needed could be found with the view of the cute girl in front of me struggling not to pee her panties. As soon as I had the condom on and turned my attention back to Lindsay's plight, she stopped wiggling, closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Almost immediately a dark blue wet spot appeared in the center of her panties and rapidly spread out. As soon as the wetness reached the base of her panties, it began to soak into her skirt. Initially the pee traveled quickly across the top of her skirt before beginning to quickly soak into the material. By now Lindsay was peeing full stream into her panties, indicated by the glistening line emanating from where the pee was rapidly exiting her body and running along the surface of her panties to a small pool that had now formed in the bottom of her skirt. Soon enough though, that glistening line disappeared and the pool of pee became shallower as the pee soaked through her skirt and into the towels below. Letting out a long sigh punctuated the sensations she had just gone through, Lindsay giggled, kicked her shoes off and stood up. She'd left a rather large stain on the towels, but it was nothing compared to her skirt. The entire back of her skirt was soaked, having turned a dark brownish color. She pulled up her skirt to reveal that her panties were soaked - about 40% of the material was wet with a darker blue tint. I don't know what possessed me in this moment, but I picked up the towels and tossed them into the shower for cleaning. I turned to see Lindsay as she stood examining the "damage" to her skirt and panties in what little part of the mirror wasn't fogged, I pulled her into a close embrace and began kissing her. It seemed she immediately went from giggly "I did something naughty" mode to a "fuck me right now, right here" mood. I started moving us toward the shower, and to my surprise, Lindsay climbed right in fully clothed. I stepped in as well, beginning to help her remove her now completely soaked clothes. I'd continue from here but I think it's pretty obvious what happened so to save myself a bit of writing, I'll close with saying that ended up being one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life. It's a shame we never really did anything in the shower like this again. Alright, this ended up way longer than I planned. Hopefully it isn't too laden with errors as I'm a tad out of it. If people want, I can continue regaling my experiences with this girl (there are a few other stand out ones I remember) or I can share the few others I've experienced. Hell, if people want me to shut up with them I can do that as well, haha!
  24. guio1920

    lots of piss

    well I would like to see girls totally soaking themselves maybe with diuretics or something like that... im new to the page thank you