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  1. I always wake up bursting to pee and often I will hold and get very very desperate as I really live the feeling. During the day I can get so busy with life that I either forget to hold or it’s not practical. Then I sit down on an evening and gave mugs of tea and before I know it i’m Squirming watching tv or reading and enjoying my fetish again. so is there a time of day when you enjoy it or think about it more?
  2. Version 1.0.0

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    Soaking my jeans wearing Converse sneakers. I love lost control wearing shoes, feeling my feet warm and wet. Also i love walking in squishy soaked shoes

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  3. View File Pee may jeans and Converse sneakers Soaking my jeans wearing Converse sneakers. I love lost control wearing shoes, feeling my feet warm and wet. Also i love walking in squishy soaked shoes Submitter LETU9519 Submitted 07/15/2019 Category Almost made it Clothing  
  4. Personally, I hate the feel and sight of pubic hair, so today I shaved it off. What are your opinions on pubic hairs?
  5. Sometimes after I pee, I fart. Do you people enjoy the sound of a good fart after peeing?
  6. Hello everyone , Tomorrow I want to hold my piss until I lose it. But I want some ideas of making it more enjoyable ; what I usually do is strip to my briefs watch pee porn of desperate people, I keep drinking a lot of water and coke , I listen to the running sound of water (but this is ineffective to me ) , and after I lose it I masturbate until I cum so hard. What other ideas do you people suggest?
  7. View File wetting tight levis 501 jeans (3 wettings) please leave a comment? ? ? Submitter femboydl Submitted 10/20/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans
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  9. WesternWets

    How Bulmafan97 Came to Be

    As the characterization of my ego has mentioned, I'll be taking some time to write about my own experiences with this fetish - both personal and ones witnessed. There aren't too many truly exciting moments to tell about so instead I'll try to tell the story of what led me here in vivid detail that I hope you can all relate to. Like all good stories, I'll start at the beginning (or as early as I can remember) I was a very shy kid, and of course bathroom habits fit smack dab in the middle of that complex. For whatever reason I would pee with my pants around my ankles up until the tail end of elementary school. Whether I was afraid of spraying on my pants having them so close to where my pee was coming out, or I just hadn't grasped the concept of the fly and would simply pull my penis over the top of my buttoned pants whenever I tried, I would insist on always being butt-naked even to pee, so that kept me away from urinals and largely out of bathrooms at school in general. I would only use the restroom at school if I absolutely couldn't hold it - otherwise I would do just that. Hold it. I don't remember if it was due to some kind of enjoyment or I just really only felt comfortable doing it in my bathroom at home. But it gave me an ironclad bladder up to this day; I can hold it for hours on end if I so choose, and incredibly it's never ended with an accident-public or private. For better or worse, that's my bladder. Didn't really have a bedwetting phase either - I likely had one or two accidents as a young young kid, but even those lack the fuzziest of memories to prove they happened. I got lucky. So where does wetting come in? Well, not everyone else around me was so lucky. I witnessed a handful of accidents from a kid 3 or 4 years younger than me - we'll call him Timmy. I would go to an aftercare with Timmy and his older brother everyday after school, and Timmy would play the same game I did apparently, holding it in all day. I knew this because every so often halfway through the afternoon I would notice his pants were suddenly wet, or there would be a puddle near where we were playing. He didn't draw attention to it and neither did I, but it would always seem to be an embarrassing spectacle for him once his big brother and mom were involved. During my childhood I also gained a couple siblings who had a few accidents that stand out in memory. I won't go into specifics, but when the older sibling had one I would sympathize as I saw the youngest reacting, and I'd breathe sighs of relief for making it this far accident-free, at least to my younger siblings' knowledge. While this was all happening, there was a brief window in 3rd grade when I shared a bus seat with two boys who would eventually make my life hell and contribute to me switching schools the following year. But during the early days of our bus rides when we didn't speak yet, I would look over their shoulders as they read a graphic novel called "Dragon Ball". It was strange, the pages and binding went the opposite direction. It reminded me of "Dragon Ball Z", some gritty looking action cartoon I only got peeks of when staying up too late with Cartoon Network on. And the way my future bullies were staring at the pages and snickering confirmed that this was the comic book equivalent of a PG-13 or R rated movie (holy grails at different stages of my childhood but I digress) I actually narrowly missed a peek at that scene in this first brush with Bulma - I didn't start glancing over until the more infamous 'no balls' sequence. But everything that happens to the bratty yet very cute teenager supervising this weird monkey boy was on full display from that part on, and while I wasn't quite at puberty just yet, it formed a basis for what I'd find sexually attractive for years to come. As Bulma and her naked episodes simmered in my head I started getting girl crazy once I (briefly) joined my parents' love of country music. Those music videos man, lots of thighs that led my curiosity various places. I felt the same rush of blood looking at naked knees and pretty faces I did when something made me feel small or embarrassed or vulnerable. I came to associate my blushing with hot rushes of emotion that control my whole body. My sexuality manifested in several interesting and contradictory ways from there. I love seeing women wearing shorts and sneakers, and yet I didn't bare my own knees a day between 6th and 12th grade over my own shyness about them. Thoughts of being caught naked somewhere drove me wild even though I'd likely die in such a situation. And one personal, blush-worthy experience I could only dream of being wrapped up in myself was being seen peeing, ESPECIALLY in my pants. This is why I mention the country music, because 2 things happened to heighten urination to its frontrunner status in my developing sexuality. When eagerly awaiting a music video I was excited about, watching one of those countdown shows, I found myself changing my underwear after a nervous leak or two. Just a drop or two, nothing worse than a post-dribble most men have experienced when re-dressing. But it kept the subject of peeing fresh in mind while waiting for a sexy Shania Twain video. The other thing that happened around this time (transition to middle school) was a girl being in my class who I suspect shared some of my funny feelings about the subject. I'm gonna call her Shania because she had a rather exotic name and that one is just on my mind now. There were more than a few instances of her bringing up nearly peeing her pants or someone else peeing their pants in conversation. Once it was a friend who wet herself on a roller coaster, another time I overheard her saying she threatened to pee her own jeans to get the bathroom break she needed. She'd be vocal about when needing to go, and there was even one day we shared funny stories in class, and Shania concluded one story by saying she started ...crying, but with such a long pause between the words that even the teacher said she thought she was about to say she started going to the bathroom. All these little things, coupled with the occasional (male) wetting in a cartoon would keep accidents and the attitudes surrounding them circling my mind. It came to a head between one night and one afternoon, when that pretty blue-haired beauty reappeared on my radar. The night in question I was being babysat by my nextdoor neighbor, a very cute girl who I'm pretty sure was Bulma's age at the time, me being around Goku's age at the beginning of the series. I had finally been allowed to explore the Internet unsupervised, although I was still VERY cautious about what I clicked and when. But with my parents being out for the night and the babysitter focused on my siblings, I decided to look up that fascinating "Dragon Ball" and see if everything that happened in that tantalizing comic could actually be on screens, and if so when could I see?! I went to TV Tome (hi five if you know what it is) and thinking the scenes in question had to have happened early on in the series (being book 1 I got glimpses of) I started checking the notes sections to see what's said about censorship. Sure enough the shots of Goku stripping Bulma and her later flashing Master Roshi had been cut or re-dubbed, but another note caught my attention as well. The 1st two episodes each included a bullet that read "When Goku rescues Bulma you can see a small sparkle under her. In the comics, she pissed her pants." I read that over and over, picturing that girl in a pair of tight jeans gradually getting darker around the crotch as this kid saves her. Even a sparkling effect would still look pretty obvious as to what happened, I thought. But that was all i had to go on, just my imagination of what Goku rescued Bulma from that scared her so bad she "pissed her pants". Just the idea, of a babysitter or a big sister or just any grown woman urinating in her clothes, filled me with fascination. How do you bounce back from that, knowing this little kid by your side might still have an image of you with your pants wet in the back of his mind? Obviously the thought of my babysitter peeing her pants crossed my mind, but it didn't stop there. Women peeing in general was so foreign - up until that point the only instances of cartoon characters peeing were mostly limited to boys. It just reinforced the taboo and increased my hunger for more answers. I solved a few mysteries about women and the comic that introduced me to their sexuality, and yet I'd stumbled upon several more unknowns. Well, the big mystery of the day was solved one afternoon when I was allowed to stroll the local mall on my own for an hour or so. I took this rare opportunity to browse the Waldenbooks for volume 1 of "Dragon Ball" - to witness Bulma's butt again and hopefully find this pants pissing scene. I finally found the book and after locating the 'no balls' part, Bulma's bath and showing herself naked from the waist down to Roshi, I started flipping back and forth looking for this accident. There were 6 or 7 times Bulma looked to be in danger, nothing I could see that would need to be covered in sparkles. She calls Goku "pee-wee" in the Viz dub at one point, I checked the page before and after to make sure I didn't miss something. Mind you I was thinking "pissed her pants" meant long pants were the clothes getting wet and her legs would be covered, and I also still wasn't used to the flipped reading (first manga ever) so I was fumbling around for the proper range of chapters this part could happen in. At long last I had my head turned at just the right moment, and found page 31. It was even better than I could've imagined. There was Bulma in a cute little dress being hiked up by the power pole, her detailed knees pressed together with her shoes spread far apart. And as a boy 4 years her junior looked on, drops of her own pee were dripping off Bulma's knees and she cried out "What's so swell about peeing my pants!?" I read that over and over and over, stared at the artwork drinking in each line. I envisioned it on the screen as well as I could, imagined Bulma being a real person with real urine running down her legs, and then of course running wild with thoughts of what happened between that glorious panel and the start of chapter 2. I must have oggled that page a good 5 minutes before I made my way back to my family. On the way back I noticed a girl I had a huge crush on the year before walking with some friends, the one who helped me discover my love of legs. We exchanged hellos even tho my underwear was definitely moist from the thrill of seeing that illustration. The heat from being in that bookstore melted everything into place, for my love of Bulma and of her and girls like her peeing themselves would grow exponentially. On the way home my sister insisted we listen to VeggieTales, and to this day I can't listen to the song "Pirates Who Don't Do Anything" without the drawing of Bulma's accident flashing in my mind, going back to the moment my fetish was truly born. I'm getting tired and my last big work week starts tomorrow so I'll stop here. There is much more to this story - more self discovery about peeing and the creation of Trina are just around the corner. But I'll save some of that juiciness for later. Hope you enjoyed the read.
  10. rachelkirwan

    You Are Not Alone

    What does a girl do when she's both horny and missing her days as a grad student? She researches her fetish, that's what. If you ever were wondering how many people around you share your fetish, or are thinking naughty, kinky thoughts, then here's a very large sample-sized study for you: See Page 435 for a handy table: https://www.nature.com/articles/3901547.pdf And a newer study but one that asks sex workers, and they should know: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/26177692 As someone who sells her panties, which makes me a sex worker, I can't use my data to support these findings because I kind of market my used panties to people who like them wet in ? Anyhow, learn my friends!
  11. I went to Phoenix (170 mile trip) on Friday and while there I went to a gay bar ( I consider myself bi) that I have been to once before. To my surprise they were having a " pup and handlers" night. I have never seen this fetish before but I don't judge … live and let live right? What was the best thing about that night was that there was also two people in diapers! One was wearing only a diaper and the other guy was wearing a onesy with paw prints with an obvious diaper bulge. Talking to them I found out they did not come there together. No pup gear was on either of them so I don't know if there is some affiliation between the two fetishes. I had a great time and plan on going again.
  12. I have always had this story idea but never seen anybody write about it. I have no talent as a writer so I wanted to ask the community if anybody was up for a story challenge. Heres the basic outline... "A story were a girl (girl from a TV show or authors own creation, authors choice) is invited to go on her boy friends boat. She agrees on the condition that she can make it a double date. She invites her best friend and her best friends boy friend to the boat with her. The day of the date the four get on the boyfriends boat and head out on the sea to fish, tan, relax, ect. The boat it self is big enough to accommodate them but lacks a bathroom. All four know if you need to urinate you just wade in the water and go but the girls stomach begins to hurt once their far from the harbor. She desperately tries to hold, what she now knows is diarrhea, with her best friend catching on to her struggle and trying to convince the two guys to turn back to the harbor using various excuse's and lies trying to convince them but to no avail. Finally after a hour of battling with her bowels, she cant hold it anymore and being unable to lift her legs, without accident, to get on the step latter so she can jump into the water, she sits on the side of the boat and pulling to the side/pulling down her pants/swimsuit (Authors choice on what she's wearing)has loud, violent, and gassy diarrhea off the side of the boat. I would really appreciate it if someone made a story out of this, I have always wanted to see a story about this and also dont be afraid to change it a little bit, maybe even get the girls friend some diarrhea problems herself I just ask that the girl be embarased and desperate. Thanks again.
  13. MissG

    Golden showers?

    Any one else on here like golden showers? Just kinda curious!
  14. Thorn177

    Chapter 1

    Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
  15. Apeeling

    female General erotic vid

    I know this might not interest most of you, but I thought I would post it for the once that would enjoy it. It's okay if you don't find it fitting for the site - you can remove it :) It's a video galleri I did, gathering up most of my nude and fetish pictures. Therefore, obiously, there will be both nude women, men and several fetish and BDSM pictures. Don't watch if you've anything against any of that. The reason I'm posting it, is that all of my wetting photage is in it too, and I do know you'll enjoy that :) I've tried to make it start out with the omorashi pics, so you can watch the start and then stop, if you don't want to deal with the rest. It's a private vid, so it's only accesable by link. Please do not foreward this link!
  16. I. The End Coming back into consciousness felt very similar to having been buried under an infinite number of pillows, all of which had, in an instant, disappeared. The first thing she became aware of was the cool air in her mouth, which with her first breath she could trace all the way down to her lungs, and into her heart. It felt soft, and full of life. She lay there, in absolute silence, pressed on all sides by a complete absence of anything. The darkness, once she had regained her awareness just enough, swiftly became a threatening presence, and one which she felt that she had to vacate as soon as possible. … but not just yet. At the same time, she felt nothing but an overwhelming calmness, almost unable to move and completely unwilling to even attempt it. Memories began to drip, like a broken tap, drop by drop, into her head. I am where I am supposed to be. She exhaled, realising that she had been holding her breath in some sort of anticipation of this approaching recollection. She took another wonderful, cold breath in, expectantly… but nothing else came. She was in such equilibrium, she considered that thinking would undo the bliss. Yet now she felt the urge to move, some itch in her hands, somewhere deep inside them, dragged them from atop her belly and to her side, whereon she immediately felt the cold harshness of stone under the touch. It was hard and cold, but she didn’t feel sore, like a person who sleeps on a stone bed should; her fingers folded gently over the edges and she concluded that she lay on a narrow bed, designed for just one. How would she fit her handsome Romeo on here, her stone bed of everlasting bliss? She squirmed ever so slightly, a tingling now beginning to engulf her back, and feet, as though just now beginning to come back to life. The smallest of movement alerted her to her clothing; a silky gown of some kind seemed to glide down almost to her feet, and so far as she could tell for without further examination, this was all. She also concluded in the very same moment, that it was wet – but only under her backside and again for want of further examination, nowhere else. She looked up, expecting to see the source of the wetness, some leak above her, but she quickly realised that the enterprise was fruitless and that she couldn’t see a thing. So she took a hand, becoming now less heavy and more agile, and placed it back on her front, but she could feel no dampness. On the contrary, in fact, the material felt warm and soft after the stone. She felt every inch of the front of her resting-gown, all that she could reach by only exercising her hand and arm, and found it to be all entirely dry. The realisation that she had emptied her bladder during her long rest came not long after the examination of her gown, and yet it didn’t trouble her, for her calmness could not be bothered by anything in the world. She knew that the potion she had taken would likely be to blame for this minor side-effect, and figured that as she had been, to the world, dead, the fluid inside her must surely have trickled out slowly. Two days, asleep, in the cold and unsavoury room, while lying on a wet fabric, was likely to blame for the itch she felt in her pubic area, as the awakening tingling itself spread too through her midriff. She impulsively pressed her hand, through the gown, against her crotch, and found that immediately the soft and silky fabric against the bristling, short hair and damp skin below was not just the cure for the itch she temporarily had felt, but immediately a pleasurable and entirely warming experience. It was as though all of the blood in her small body had instantaneously rushed to her head and her pubis; this was, paradoxically, both a familiar and new feeling to her. She abruptly became completely unaware of the absence of her surroundings, and as she toyed the dampening gown over her clit, and hooked it slightly inside herself, felt the rush of an orgasm begin to flood into her within little time. The sheer silence of the room throbbed in her ears, and in the ear’s heartbeat she faintly heard voices, familiar voices, but distant; as though in a very large room many miles away– “Here’s one, which knows you well…”, but it’s too distant, and an orgasm was still engulfing her newly hot body. “…and there’s my master, one that you love”. She thinks the other replied by asking of the identity of the ‘master’, but the flood of heat into her cold body, and the exhilaration of her pleasure leaves her feeling faint, and hot. She closed her eyes, and flopped her head onto its side. She awakened again, to the sound of one of the two voices, but closer now. The voice, a soft male voice, was in the room with her. “…what an unkind hour is guilty of this lamentable chance?” Her head pounded, and now a little light in the room, which had earlier had no light at all, burned her eyes and she moaned painfully. The voice seemed to hold conversation with this sigh: “the lady stirs.” In an instant she knew who he is and why he is now with her. “Comfortable Friar,” she could still barely see the holy man in the bright light. “Where’s my lord? I remember well where I should be, and there I am…” she wrapped her fingers around the edge of the stone bed once again, the guilty memory of her actions moments ago hidden in the wet gown. “Where is my Romeo?” On her feet now, she walked toward him, for he is the safe and comforting Friar, and he will tell her how to be reunited with her lover now that her plan to feign death and avoid an unwanted marriage has been carried out. Little did Juliet know that her Romeo had been lying dead, beside the very plinth on which she just felt such pleasure, and that on the other side her forced husband whom she was avoiding, the body of the Count, Paris. She would be found dead before morning. ------
  17. peesherpants

    Where did it start :D

    So im going to assume that everyone here probably has a dirty little secret that not to many people know about. Thats why i was so happy when i found this place. I felt like i could finally - hopefully be a part of a group of people that dont share a stigma associated with something as beautiful as a woman just throughly enjoying letting go, and or accidents_ which are always amazing(the look of shock that comes after the first spurt.. :p). Anyways, i was curious how everyone came to find out about their fetish as it were. As for me, i was probably about 13 and surfing the internet left to my self as my grandparents didnt know jack about technology and what i could accomplish :D. I was curious what women peed out of hahaha. Then i found wetting stories that blew my mind as well as pictures and its down hill after that. :D wierd way to start a love affair with something huh? curious to hear you guys as well as feedback on mine, and nice to meet you all!
  18. Răzvan2000

    Two stories in one topic

    There will be 2 stories in this topic, the first one is the aftermath of the previous one and the second one is about the fat guy's POV(but this one I will write in the replies) THE AFTERMATH ''The movie was over. When I came back home, i took my pants off and put them in washing machine and I took a shower. I really have to admit that i enjoyed the good relief even though i was in public.'' So as I said before, I peed my pants at cinema because of a stupid fat guy who didn't let me go to the washroom. I put my trackpants in washing machine and then I took a very long shower. I washed my legs more because they smell so bad from the urine. It took me 35 minutes to wash and then I get out of the bath tub and put my pijamas on. Later i checked the washing machine to see if my trackpants were fine, so I could put them in the dryer next. I was so sleepy that I can't wait for my pants to dry, but i had to wait. OK, my trackpants are now dry, thank goodness I can go to sleep. While I was sleeping, i kept thinking about my incident at cinema but I wasn't very very worried not only because the pee stain will vanish, because there were just a few people watching the movie. I was like an idiot cause I could jump behind my seat if you ask me and then i could find my way to the restroom. But I didn't have this idea. Don't get me wrong I'm also into Omorashi but not in public. Next day. I woke up and I looked at my watch and I saw it was 9:10. I realized I had some courses with a 32 year old teacher at her house (oh, i forgot to say that I am 18). Her house is a bit far so I only have time to eat something, drink some coffee and get dressed. I put some blue T-shirt, the same trackpants and another shoes on cause i forgot to wash those snickers as well, yesterday. I left the house and I walked on foot cause I don't have any car. It takes almost 30 minutes to arrive at her house, the courses starts at 10:00. Now guess what, i realized I didn't pee in this morning AGAIN. ''Ohhhhh, why do i always forget to pee in the morning?'' Probably I drank that coffee too fast and my bladder already filled up. I was a bit scared cause this teacher, when she teaches at school, she doesn't let anyone to go pee. Well it doesn't happen always, but what if i'm the unlucky one. I arrived at her house and she greeted me nicely. She was wearing some black sportscoat,a black skirt,pantyhose and some black shoes. Even though she is a ''DENIAL RELIEF'' person(a person who doesn't let someone to pee), she is very kind, even to me. Then she gave me some exercices to solve, which were from history,geography,maths etc. First, I started to solve some maths problem but I couldn't concentrate cause I really had to pee afterwards. I didn't say anything in the first place so i continued to solve the problem while i started fidgeting,squirming and holding my crotch. The teacher saw me and asked if I was OK and I said ''yes, i'm fine''. I couldn't ask her because i was shy, too and i was scared that she wouldn't let me using her bathroom. I tried to concentrate on my exercices and forget about my pee break and i was just holding my crotch in silent so she couldn't hear me. The course takes 2 hours from 10 to 12 and my fidgeting and squirming took almost 1h 25 m. The next exercice was about waterfalls(at geography). ''OK, now this is torture, i can't take it anymore'', so i stayed there for like 5 minutes squirming again. 30 m left. When finally I decided to ask my teacher, probably she will let me go to the bathroom since is her house not the school, i wasn't sure about it. So I raised my hand and asked her: me: excuse me, miss! her: yes? me: can i ask you something? her: sure, what's the problem? me: can I use the bathroom? End of this part. The third part COMING SOON. Oh and the fat guy's POV will appear in the replies! So, what do you think is her answer: she will let me go and have a good relief or she will make me stay in my seat to pee my pants and the chair?
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  20. Cool bro

    The downhill slope

    I've been a member on this site for a very long time. I remember when omorashi changed its' website over to this new one and began to really allow me to explore myself individually. For a brief introduction to that topic my interest lies strictly in real and genuine female desperation. The kind where the person squints their eyes and holds it until the last second when it comes out truly involuntarily. At one point it allowed me to try it for myself with my own interest. I wanted to know what it felt like to involuntarily pee myself so I could better relate to the females I watched, and that the relation would feel better. At one point I even had the courage to ask an ex of mine to do that for me so I could see what it truly looked like in person. This site gave me the confidence to believe I wasn't a monster, and that just because I have this weird interest. It allowed me to grow as an individual and truly explore this passion. Slowly over time I watched the site decay. I saw so many topics with my interest being blocked, hidden, taken down, or deleted in seconds. Now I don't complain when there's underage content, or when there's material that has to be payed for, that is taken down from here. I hate underage content (a bit morally wrong just saying) and payed content is a source of living for people. The complaint I have lies in the fact that the real material that wasn't underage or payed for was taken down time and time again never to return. I figured that's fine because occasionally there's sites like VK that post the things I used to see to explore myself. I know that the things I used to like about this site have been thrown away and swept under a rug. Now I've had an account for a long time. Almost since the day this site was created. I'm a bit of a shy individual. I don't have money, nor do I like to spend it on a site that continually deteriorates like this one has to me and my interest. I started to become active and write a few experiences, but then changes kept occurring and I kinda went silent. Then there were more restrictions placed on free accounts. Even though I've been around since the beginning all my access has been restricted even though I was around before that took place. It made me incredibly sad that all these restrictions wound up taking effect on a site that used to be meant for exploring your identity, discussing your interest, and awing at the times you got to truly see it. Now it's just favoritism, mixed with trying to make money, and it's no longer that place of exploration. Don't get me wrong... I'm not deleting my account. I'm just saying this because it's an observation. An observation that saddens me because it signifies the end of what was a beautiful era in my life. It's ok that it declined, and I understand numerous circumstances took place to have that happen. I guess I'll just be lurking for the rest of my time really. I don't feel this site thrives enough for me to get directly involved, and I feel it pushed me out for the most part with the new sets of restrictions. I wish you all good luck in your endeavors, and I hope this site improves for those of you enjoying it!
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  22. I'm curious, I've known a few now who are into ABDL and tried to quit, I don't blame them as it's a hard fetish and I've kind of tried before but never committed to it. I think it happens in a lot of younger people generally where they have so much pressure already to feel 'normal' that wanting some thing that is widely misunderstood or even hated at points makes wanting to put your fantasies behind you the only viable option. If anyone has would they mind sharing their experiences? What age were you when you tried and what was the main drive to do so?
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