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  1. Just found it on Pornhub and it's new to me. Sorry if it's a repost : https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c84032a91c3b Here's the rip (with better view) : Girl pees her shorts in the bathroom.mp4
  2. View File JG 371 - Two Naked Japanese girls peeing A seriese of videos in 3 parts where two japanese girls (different every time) show off how desperate they are, stripping down, and eventually relieving themselves inside (mostly on what look like the kind of pee pads they use for dogs). Nudity warning of course, but I hope you all enjoy these ? Submitter Jaden Korr Submitted 02/10/2019 Category Holding contests Clothing  
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    A seriese of videos in 3 parts where two japanese girls (different every time) show off how desperate they are, stripping down, and eventually relieving themselves inside (mostly on what look like the kind of pee pads they use for dogs). Nudity warning of course, but I hope you all enjoy these ?

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  4. Samus fired a missile at a R.O.B. Unit and destroyed it. The explosion that occurred from it cleared up and revealed Pikachu. The Pokémon cheered and hopped onto Samus' shoulders. "Looks like we're done here..." Samus said as she let go off her Arm cannon. The bounty hunter and the electricity Pokémon then made their way to an elevator and selected a floor. The elevator gates closed and Samus and Pikachu leaned back and relaxed. Samus shifted a little bit. Just 2 hours ago,She helped Pikachu break free from a generator. And one how later,she found her power suit. She and the Pokemon have been doing nothing but fighting R.O.B. Units in those hours. Now that she was standing still,Samus could feel how full her bladder was. Samus was used to holding it for long periods of time. But she hasn't gotten the chance to use the ladies room since she entered the factory. She was thinking about trying to find a bathroom,but doing that in the factory of an enemy seemed like a bad idea. She stood upright again and prepared her arm cannon as she waited for the elevator to open. Pikachu took a few steps towards the door and let out some electricity from his cheeks. While Samus stood still and braced herself. With how full her bladder was,one bad hit might be all it takes for her to let loose. Once the elevator opened,there was a squad of R.O.B. Units standing in front of them. One of the R.O.B. Shot a laser,But samus jumped out of the way and kicked the R.O.B. Away. She then sweep kicked the other R.O.B.s while Pikachu shocked them with Thunder jolt. Samus turned around and immediately ducked for an incoming missile. She stood back upright,but could feel a slighty twinge in her bladder. The R.O.B. Another missile. Pikachu stopped in front of her and destroyed the missiles with electricity. He then used quick attack to zip towards the R.O.B. Samus stood still and tried to keep her bladder under control as she started charging up a shot. Once the shot was fully charged,she fired it at the R.O.B. And destroyed it. Pikachu then hopped back on Samus' shoulder,Causing her to feel another twinge in her bladder. "Pika.....chu?" Samus just looked at Pikachu and gave him a thumbs up. The two then kept walking,with Samus feeling the pain in her bladder with each each step. She decided it would be for the best if she did it in a nearby room,as she was very close to her limit. She saw a door right next to her that seemed to lead to a storage room. As she prepared to open the door,she was struck in the back by a missile. Samus reached for the door and leaned against it to regain her balance. She squeezed her legs and placed a hand between them. Thankfully,it seems nothing managed to escape. She turned around to see that Pikachu was approaching the R.O.B. That fired at her. Samus hesitated for a bit and then made a dash towards the R.O.B. Pikachu struck the R.O.B. With his tail,But the R.O.B. barely flinched and grabbed pikachu. Pikachu started to panic as the R.O.B. prepared to shoot another missile. However,Samus bashed the R.O.B. With her arm cannon and then blasted it with her flamethrower. She then transformed into her morph ball form and dropped a bomb on the Unit,Causing it to explode. Samus then got up and tried to keep her bladder under control. She looked back and saw Pikachu cheering for her,wich made her smile briefly through the pain she was feeling. Now being at her limit,Samus quickly entered the storage room with Pikachu. She then shut the door as Pikachu looked around in confusion. Samus looked at all the stuff that was in the room and then at Pikachu. "Pikachu. Would you mind guarding the door? I need to...relieve myself..." Samus said While hesitating with the last two words. Pikachu had a concerned look on his face,but then nodded as he walked towards the door. Samus hid behind some of the stuff and pressed a button on her suit. The suit then turned into a hologram and disappeared. Now Samus was standing there in nothing but her underwear. She then looked around one last time and pulled down her panties. Once they were down,she squatted and relaxed. One second later,a strong stream jetted out of her. "Ahhhh.........." Samus sighed with relief as all the urine she's been holding left her bladder. Samus opened her eyes as she felt all the pressure leaving her body. She looked down at the puddle that was slowly growing below her. Samus smiled as she let out another sigh. She had to relieve herself often during missions,so this wasn't something new to her. Samus could feel stream weakening until nothing but a couple of drops escaped. She then got up and pulled her panties back up. She didn't have anything to wipe with.But that didn't bother her that much since,again,this wasn't the first time she did this. She then pressed a button on her watch and the hologram of her suit appeared around her. The hologram then transformed into a real suit. Now that Samus was back in her power suit,she came out of her hiding spot while Pikachu was standing in front of the door with electricity coming out of his cheeks. Samus crouched down and petted Pikachu. Pikachu cheered again and got on Samus' shoulder. With all the pressure gone,she prepared her arm cannon and opened to storage room to see more R.O.B. Units approaching her. She and Pikachu then jumped at them and prepared to fight them.
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  6. Heyyy everyone!! It has been a little while since my last story, so here's a new one!! This one is super long because there was so much I was able to do! If you want to skip straight to the action, it's pretty packed from paragraph 3 on! There's an abandoned building near where I live that has been sitting, vacant, for quite some time. I've never paid much heed to it and don't even know what it originally was, but an article in the paper caught my eye in passing this past Tuesday. It has been scheduled for demolition in the near future. I've been dying for another pee adventure lately, so a lifelong dream immediately came to mind: If it's abandoned and scheduled for demolition, nobody will care if someone...perhaps...makes a bit of a mess around the place . At that moment, I knew I had plans for this weekend! Agonizingly, I waiting for today (Saturday) to come. Finally! A little earlier than most Saturdays, my alarm awakened me with a start. I leaped out of bed and started downing water right off the bat. I ate a good breakfast, threw on some ratty clothes and cheap flip-flops, and waited for 11AM: The time I set to start my adventure. I drank enough water throughout the morning that I was making a trip to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so. Finally, 11:00 rolled around and, skipping the bathroom before heading out, I threw a backpack with a change of clothes and 4 water bottles into my car (I meant business today), and sped off. Within 10 minutes, I pulled into a parking space down the street from the abandoned building. It stood there, as it had for years, completely still and silent. The only difference now is that it was surrounded by caution tape. Ducking under the tape, I cautiously approached. The urge to urinate was already beginning to form, but I wanted to ensure there were no other explorers before I started having my fun. Nobody else seemed to be traipsing around outside, so I tried the exterior doors--all locked. No worries, I thought, eying a busted window as the urge to pee loomed in my mind. I slid in through the window, taking care to avoid cutting myself on any jutting glass, and quietly stepped onto the cold tile floor, ensuring not to step on any glass shards. I was in a small office-like room, adequately lit by large windows on all sides. A small doorway led into what was presumably a hallway. A little burst of adrenaline surged through me, sending my heart pounding and teasing my bladder. I carefully explored every room, making sure I didn't have any company. It was totally vacant. I was getting really excited now! I glanced at my watch. 20 minutes had passed since I pulled up, and I was really feeling it, though I wasn't quite to the point of desperation just yet. I retrieved one of the bottles from my bag and took a swig. Anything more would've been painful. I returned to the hallway, which was dim, despite being midday, but I could still see well enough to navigate, which was good because I totally lacked the foresight to bring a flashlight. Where to go first? I'm not accustomed to being able to pee anywhere I want in a building that's not my apartment. I scanned the hall and my eyes rested on an obvious first choice. Let's make a mess of the men's room first, I mischievously thought. I set my backpack down against the wall and pushed open the door, which creaked loudly and slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty hall. The men's room was well-lit, thanks to a frosted window on the far wall. I jittered with excitement as I looked at my options. There were two sinks, two urinals, and a stall. I pondered for a few moments as the desperation built. I was getting to the point of being fidgety. I gazed longingly at the urinals, but decided to exercise some patience and save them for later. First off, why not wet myself? I've always appreciated the irony of a good bathroom wetting, and now I'd be doing it in the men's room! I moved to the middle of the floor, turned to face the mirror behind the sinks, and grinned cheesily at myself. The left half of the mirror was shattered, but some still remained on the right, so I shifted over to where I could see myself clearly, then backed up to the point that I could see my crotch. I danced a little, up and down, grabbed myself for good measure, and then succumbed to the pressure. There was a brief pause, where everything seemed perfectly still. Then, I felt a spray of urine abruptly douse my panties. I cracked a smile as I felt warmth pour into my pants, drenching my lady bits and butt. I looked up at the mirror and saw a wet patch forming between the legs of my jeans, running down my thighs in little streaks. I could hear a little hiss and let out a half-sigh, half-laugh as fluid cascaded down my legs. From the view in the mirror, I admired the flood that was swiftly conquering my pants, right in front of two urinals. Urine began pouring out of each pant leg, leaving my feet and flip-flops gleaming in the light. It was exhilarating! While I was still peeing, I turned around, my flip-flops splashing quietly in the puddle that was forming beneath me. I turned to look at my butt, which was also glistening with flowing moisture. I briefly wished I could stand there making a mess all over the men's room floor forever, but then I remembered I had other places to pee afterward! Finally, the stream came to a trickling end. I was so hydrated, however, that every few seconds, I could shoot off another spurt of pee into my jeans. I giggled and looked around at the mess I made. I was completely soaked from the waist down, my jeans now considerably darker than when I started. There was a giant puddle in the middle of the floor, slowly trickling toward the floor drain. The novelty hadn't worn off yet, so I didn't want to leave the men's room. Finally, however, I surrendered and went back out to the hallway, where I could grab some water. In the hallway, as I finished off the bottle, penis envy hit me like crazy. What I would give to be able to whip out a penis and walk down the hall, showering the walls in pee! I thought, jealously. As I was wandering down that trail of thought, it occurred to me: We ladies would have it so much easier if we could relieve ourselves without removing our pants and without making a mess, just like guys. With virtually unlimited freedom, I figured I could give it a shot! I wandered the building, still soaked in my own pee, while I continued to drink and wait for the urge to build back up. In about 15 minutes, I was nearly dancing around again. I dashed back into the men's room, this time to a urinal! I splashed through the puddle I left before and made my way to the taller one, which wasn't far below my lady bits. I shivered with excitement (and admittedly some cold, since my pee-saturated pants had long since cooled off by then), and goosebumps raised on my arms. Unlike my last urinal encounter, it didn't matter how much of a mess I made--I was already a disaster! I undid my jeans and pondered how I wanted to do this. I was determined to pee through the fly in the name of some deluded concept of gender-urine-equality...or something . I pulled off my jeans long enough to remove my panties and relish in being naked from the waist-down in the men's room. I set my panties down, draping them over the sink, and put my jeans back on. If I can make this work, I'm going commando everywhere for the rest of my life, I grinned to myself as I tried to orient myself over the urinal. There's no way this will work, I thought, laughing at the ridiculous stance I had assumed. I had my legs stretched far apart with my hips thrust as far forward as I could. I was pressing my jeans against myself as hard as reasonably possible, with my vulva peeking out from the undone zipper and button, my labia held open with my free fingers. "Here goes," I muttered, and began to relieve myself. Initially, I was a little shocked! The first stream of urine shot out cleanly and straight into the urinal! I let out a quiet cheer, which proved to be very premature. Within seconds, pee shot off to the side and, really, everywhere. I felt the familiar warmth dripping down my pants and I wrestled with my urethra and the surrounding hardware--or lack thereof. My hands quickly became drenched in the effort, and the legs of my jeans were darkened anew. Pee splattered all over the front of the urinal, off to the side, into my pants, and on occasion, actually into it. This whole endeavor was leaving me more excited than I could've imagined. I thought I was going to orgasm right there, with my vagina hanging over a men's urinal! When the contents of my bladder came to a trickling end, I noticed I was trembling, the room felt like a furnace, and I had faint residue of sweat forming on my goosebump-covered skin. I closed my eyes and stood there for a good while, simply taking in the ethereal pleasure with the front of my jeans gaping wide open. My whole body was tingling with excitement and I had chills. I'm not entirely certain how long I stood there, trembling, drenched in pee, my pants wide open, in front of the urinal, but it felt almost as though I was going to fall asleep. After a brief eternity, I shook myself back to sense. I felt weirdly worn-out, but I wanted more--I needed more. I stayed there for hours chugging my water and peeing wherever my heart desired. It was amazing! After I thoroughly trashed the men's room (and of course, tried the urinal several more times), I peed all over the floor of the office I entered though, and even managed to pee a splotch against a wall with moderate success! Finally, it was nearing 3:00PM and I had consumed the last of my water. For today's final hoorah, I waited until I had to pee pretty badly, then stripped totally naked (in the men's room, of course) except for my flip-flops. I briefly looked into the mirror and appreciated the female anatomy that had conquered the gent's bathroom for the day. Then, I started peeing, watched it gush from the folds of my labia, and ran for the door, pee streaming all the way. Urine streaked down my legs and pattered to the floor as I streaked out of the men's room and down the hall. It was incredibly liberating and absolutely thrilling! I felt like a ridiculous child, but reveled in my nakedness and the trail of pee I was leaving all over the building, giggling with joy all the way. I must've looked 100% ridiculous. A grown woman, entirely nude, running around peeing, while giggling like a little girl. Sadly, it came to a dribbly end, at last. I went back to my backpack, oogling the mess I'd made over the course of the afternoon, grabbed my fresh clothes, and replaced them with my soaked jeans and panties. I wanted to enjoy being naked a little longer, so I refrained from getting dressed until I made it back to the window I climbed into. I popped a squat and peed one last spurt for good measure, before drying myself with my shirt, and then putting on my clean clothes. I climbed back out the window and drove home, tingling with excitement all the way. I turned on the shower and proceeded to masturbate like I never have before! I hope you all got at least half the pleasure out of this that I did!!!
  7. To preface this, I am female. When I was younger, and living at home, I hit a point where masturbation was pretty much my past time. I had little friends in school, was constantly grounded, and I lived in a house with an alcoholic psychopath for a stepfather (although that is not a story for here, it is relevant) and two step-siblings that were gone during the week and whom I wished were gone during the weekend. Like previously mentioned, I had no friends and was on lock down most of the time, so reading books and masturbation became my go-to for when I was bored and home alone. Which was often. So beyond just playing with myself in my room I'd recently figured out that wetting was kind of hot, and was exploring that. Well, asshole announced one day that I "flushed too loud" in the upstairs bathroom, nevermind everyone else in the house or the absurdity of the claim, and my punishment was banishment from the nice upstairs abode to the not so nice one in the basement. It had older tiles, a handmade door with a half-broken lock, a toilet form the seventies and a spider problem, so at first I hated it but I soon began to see the... appeal of a bathroom all to myself, far away from my family. If people were home and I wanted private time, I'd go down there. I could read, masturbate, or heck even shower for an hour and a half if I wanted to. It also became the place to experiment a bit. My first diaper experience was while sitting on the sink (found out it wasn't for me), I tried standing up "like a boy" over that eighties toilet (Harder than you'd think when you're trying to figure it out for yourself,) and I also came the closest to being found out by my family down there. One day, my mom went out shopping stupidly early and asshole stumbled home drunk shortly after and passed out in the basement family room, locking the door. it was on the other side of the basement from my bathroom, and I was rarely allowed in, but it was close enough that it made me sit around in my room for an extra hour after waking up because I didn't want to go down there to pee with him in the other room. So instead I sat upstairs in my room, trying to hold it until my mom made it back and I could use the one upstairs. There was a, uh, problem though. First off, I hadn't gone to the bathroom before going to bed the night before, so I woke up with that full overnight bladder to begin with, on top of sitting in my room for an hour. It slowly became apparent by my inability to read the page I was on in my book and the almost constant rocking onto my hand, jammed down into my crotch, that I was probably not going to make it the next hour until mom showed back up. On top of that, the constant rocking (and a decisively steamy scene in the book I'd nabbed from my mom's shelves) I was... pretty wet already, if you know what I mean. My groin was almost on fire I became so desperate, a combination of holding in my aching bladder and desperately needing the release my normal morning masturbation gave. I wasn't going to make it. A single spurt ran down my hand, instantly soaking my cotton underwear. Suddenly I had slid off of my bed, not caring that I was only in a long t-shirt with no bra and panties and sprinted down the hall, every third or so step letting out another spurt onto my panties and my vagina practically dripping wetness as well. I made it down the stairs, to the left, and had just thrown the lock to my bathroom when I couldn't hold it anymore. It all came out, the warmth of my own piss instantly covering my panties and soaking the leg hole bands around my thighs and ass, the piss audibly slapping down onto the hard off-white tiles beneath my feet. Caving in, I kneeled down on the floor with my butt hovering only a few inches above it, braced my left hand against the tiles in front of me and shoved my fingers on top of my panties, rotating them around my clit while I kept up what felt like an eternal stream. My legs acted like a dam for the stream, (I was kneeling not squatting), pushing it forward and back instead of out, and only two seconds after finishing and sitting in my own puddle of piss, I was rocked by an orgasm so intense my toes curled, my ass clenched, and I doubled over more , shoving my fingers into my vagina to feel it throbbing around me. I felt so warm. After a few seconds of after shocks, my body calmed down and relaxed enough for me to suddenly realize that there I was, sitting in my own urine on the floor, my panties soaked completely through, and there was a giant puddle of evidence beneath me. Oh shit, what do I do?! I panicked. I'd never pissed on the floor before-- I usually did it in showers, or sinks, or places where I could, you know, flush or wash away the evidence with water. But the floor? I had no game plan for that. So what do I do, fess up to my mom that I peed on the floor at this age? Embarrassment flooded through me. She'd tell my step dad, who'd tell his kids, and I'd never live it down... so frantically, I looked around the room. Telling the truth wasn't I had to clean this up. My first train of thought was "you know what wipes up pee?" and I reached for the toilet paper. I know, I know. It only took thirty seconds of going through the roll and a mushy mess of pissy paper wads to figure out I'd just made it worse. So what next? My shirt? But then I'd have to run through the house naked... yeah no thanks. So i grabbed the thin pink beach towel in there and tossed it on the mess, slopping the puddle around more than soaking it up before finally giving up. I had no idea what to do with all this, so I just took care of the panties the same way I did all my wet ones... I tossed it over the back fence into the neighbor's empty lot. I never found out what happened to them after that. I was clean, embarrassed, and panicked when my mother came home. I listened to her unload the groceries from the safety of my room, heard her bring out the new toilet paper and drop some off in the upstairs bathroom, then go downstairs to mine. There was a moment, then she came upstairs, calling my name. I met her in the hallway. "(My name), did you... make a mess downstairs?" She asked, looking like she didn't know how to approach this. I blinked, my face as impassive as an embarrassed teen could be. "No? I picked up my backpack last night..." She shook her head. "No, I mean in the bathroom." "What's in the bathroom?" I asked and I don't quite remember her reply, but it opened the conversation up for me to slide in "I haven't been down there yet, but (step father) came home from (the bar) a little bit after you left? I think he's downstairs in the family room." She blinked. "I see." Then she abandoned me in the hallway and went downstairs, calling for him. When he didn't reply, she unlocked the door form the outside using her credit card (terrible lock and gap in the door) and went in to yell at him. He was still so drunk and couldn't remember anything besides the fact that he HAD used the bathroom down there, so in the end my mom put together that he'd been so drunk he'd pissed on the floor and tried to cover it up, with the mindset of a drunk, but failed. So in the end, I got to hide in my room while my asshole stepfather cleaned up my masturbation piss downstairs with a wicked hangover thinking he'd done it. My mom told his kids about it, who never let him live it down, and to this day I've never fessed to anyone besides a group of friends earlier this year. I didn't do another floor piss until I'd moved into my second apartment and could wash my own towels. I got off to the memory of it for months, though.
  8. Charlie Kirby

    female PJ Wetting on the Floor

    I have little time today, so I'm going to experiment with a short story (at least by comparison to my others). I'd love to hear your thoughts on this style of writing. After the first few months of term-time past, I was beginning to settle into college life. I was living in a shared student cottage, rented by six of us in the British countryside. It was about a half hour cycle from the college. I had the attic room, a cute little space with a sloping ceiling and an arched window overlooking fields. The walls were plastered and the floor was solid wood. Under the window was my desk, and my bed was tucked in the opposite corner. One Sunday, not that long ago, I woke in a horny mood. I hadn't felt warm pee since my fling with Hannah, and I was beginning to feel confutable with the idea of setting again. More so, it was a really welcoming idea. So here I was, awake and horny in my little attic room. Not sure what to do with myself, I crawled out of bed and took to my laptop. I found myself on this forum, and after reading some topics, I wrote up one of my experiences back home. Doing so had made me more horny. The nights are cold in the UK so I wear pyjamas, but liking to keep the feeling I freedom I opt for no underwear. I could feel myself getting sticky, and as I worked through the story I got wetter and wetter. I was torn between wetting myself and masterbating. I finished up the story and logged off. It was mid morning and the need for my first pee of the day was domineering. Feeling like a very very naughty girl I decided to sit on the wooden floor. My legs were crossed. My heart beefed fast. I held my breath. My pants suddenly felt hot. A wet patch grew in the soft cotton and splash! The stream broke trough. The warm pee engulfed my ankles and with a tremendous hissing a puddle grew around my bottom. What a naught naughty girl I was! But oh, it was great! It went on and on. I splashed my trembling hands in the ever growing puddle, biting my lip. As the stream slowed up tickled myself through the wet cotton, teasing out every last drop. I felt awake. My spine buzzed and my chest pumped fast. A nervousness naughty butterfly filled my stomach. I sat for a while, enjoying the content. Eventually I mopped the floor and headed for the shared bathroom bathroom where I locked myself in, powered up the shower and had a little play.
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    Title copied from FC2.

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  10. Normally my incontinence is not a problem. I get the signal to go, wait until I start to dribble into my pants, then walk calmly to the shower cubicle and finish. Yesterday, I got it wrong. I let the initial dribbling go on too long. Then, instead of going to the shower, I went to the kitchen and drank a mug of water. While I was drinking, the dribbles became a trickle, which grew rapidly until I realised I wasn't going to make it to the shower. I let go in the kitchen. I soaked my shorts, soaked my legs and left a puddle on the floor than required serious mopping up. It was good, of course, and I'll do it again sooner or later. Probably next time the floor needs washing.
  11. Hi, Sorry for the long silence on here, a new term's just started at college so as you can imagine I've been very busy. Anyhow, I'm gonna jump strait to the point with this one. I was in college last week catching up on some work. I didn't have any lectures to attend but I wanted to work in their library. After a long and fairly boring morning, at lunch time I decided I needed to spice things up. Cue a little rapid desperation. Normally at midday I'd stop for lunch and visit the washroom. But today that was not happening. Rather than the washroom, it was one of the campus shop for a few bottles of diet coke. I'm not sure if you find the same, but carbonated drinks always make me need to pee. An hour and a half and nearly a litre of coke later, it was all beginning to hit my now bulging bladder. I was having to shift the position I was sitting in, constantly crossing my legs and swapping which was on top. I was fidgeting badly. My work was hard to concentrate on and I new I would have to take a trip to the bathroom soon. But I put it off. My heart fluttered as a swallowed the last of bottle two. The next ten minutes dragged. I was totally unable to concentrate on anything. I was wearing dark jeggings and a thong, and just five more minutes later was having to stuff my hand into my crotch. This is it, I though, I must go now. I hastily bundled my things and shoved them in my bag. Standing up put the full force of gravity of my throbbing bladder. My body buzzed with excitement as a tiny warm trickle of pee found its way into the fabric. I looked up and quickly wiped the smile from my face. Everyone around me was concentrating on work, I knew smiling would just make me look crazy in there. And let's face it, added attention was the last thing I needed. With steady, timid steps, and a calm poker face, I made my way to the door. But inside I was screaming. My bladder was busting. Every step made me tremble. I made it through the door and immediately, in the quiet corridor, broke out into into a jog. My bad in one hand, the other I thrust into my crotch and prayed no one would be coming in the other direction. I made it round the corner. The door with that little picture of the girl in the dress never looked so good. As I tumbled to a halt I felt a hot gush hit my hand. The spurt of pee had come strait through the fabric and covered my fingers. I looked up, crossing my legs on the spot and reaching out to open the door. But what was that? That yellow sign? 'Cleaning in Progress'. I couldn't believe it. It was locked. Now of all times. I was on floor 4, the only other washrooms were on the ground floor. I could hear footsteps from behind me, and two people talking to each other in front. My face begun to feel as tough it were on fire. I glanced around to the opposite side of the corridor, turning on the spot and feeling another warm burst hit my jeggings. Now with my hand out the way this one trickled down the inside of my leg. There was a small lab opposite me. Empty. The wall against into the corridor lined with windows, the door also. But against the far wall were three lab sinks. My heart pounded through my chest. I knew I had to make it to those sinks. With people getting closer and closer to coming into view, I sprinted for the door and burst into the empty lab. I slammed it behind me, and scrambled to close the blinds. I could feel a thin dribble of pee making its way down between my legs. I was leaking badly, but the tingling sensation of the warm trickle was so nice! I managed to grab hold of the last blind and yank it down. Privacy, at last. And it was as if my bladder knew. A third and massive spurt shot straight through my jeggings. I gasps and once again thrust in my hand. Frozen to the spot I threw my bag out the way and slid my other hand down into my pants. With one finger I found my pee hole and covered it. But it was full. Very full. The skin stretched around my bladder, my knees now shaking with excitement. Breathing heavily, I looked up to the sinks. They were oh so far away. As I tried to figure if I could make it, my finger slipped over my wet skin and a my uncovered hole burst with a final hard jet of pee. Frantically I tried to lower my jeggings, knowing I must protect them. But no sooner had I shoved them half way down my thighs that a warm cascade burst through my thong. A flood erupted. The thick stream was coming right through as if no fabric was there. It hammered down over my half lowered jeggings and rained through to my legs. Split into two streams, the hot pee gushed into down the inside of each leg, pouring right into my shoes. I gasped for air. The release, no matter how terribly messy, felt like heaven. I could hear the shower of stray drops spattering the cold hard floor. Knowing the damage was done, I pulled my jegggings up stiffly, desperate to feel the tight fabric clenching my crotch. As it did I trembled with pleasure. Still peeing hard into the soaked fabric I fell to my knees. Streams continued to tumble along the inside of my legs and now pooled in one bug yellow puddle on the floor. By the time it was all over, I was very, very excited and ever so horny. I was drenched. My jeggings engulfed with soggy pee and my shoes squelchy with the warm golden liquid. My next big challenge was to make it off site without anybody noticing. I pulled of the soaked jeggings and removed my sodden thong. In a bizarre attempt to fight fire with fire, half naked and on all fours I mopped up the puddle with the jeggings, taking several trips to and from the sink to ring them out. The idea was to hide the wet and incriminating stains by covering every inch of the fabric in pee. I removed the last of the evidence with some paper towels and pulled back on the now cold, wet pants. Walking fast and with my head down, I headed directly for the bike lockup and rode off campus with haste. Still not wearing my thong under the wet leggings, I enjoyed the vibration of the saddle rubbing into me. I made it to the tree, nearing the end of my cycle home, and decided to stop hear. The autumn afternoon was calm, with a gentle, relaxing breeze. The perfect place to unwind after such an intense experience. And so it was sat on the soft earth in the shadow of the tree, that I once again slid my hand into my jeggings for what was to become a full on and very sticky playtime.
  12. Here's a little video I found on VK. It has a naked girl peeing on the floor, as the title suggests, for over a mi it's. It's very impressive (and hot, too). https://m.vk.com/video-101959498_456239376
  13. Solstice

    Desperate pee on the floor

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    Really had to pee and was doing holding challenges online, felt like i really couldn't hold it anymore after a while so decided do a challenge where you had to stand by the toilet naked from the waist down for one minute. Being bottomless and seeing the toilet so close was just too much in my desperate state and I had an accident on the floor. Tried to show the stream without any nudity but sorry if there is some.

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  14. I'm not really into pregnant girls, but I think these videos are good. In the first one she wets her blue panties while sitting on the floor. Pregnant Wetting 1.wmv In the second one she wets her orange pantyhose while cleaning the bathtub. Pregnant Wetting 2.wmv
  15. GigaQ

    female Girl Wetting in room

    super cute girl has a wardrobe malfunction and wets herself on the floor
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    *ALL CONTAIN NUDITY* A few more from my collection, this time from Kaidence K. She's also got a lot more videos in the poop category, so look her up if you are into that. Video 1: Floor Pee + Embellished Desperation Video 2: Sink Pee Video 3: Sink Pee 2 Video 4: Toilet Pee *As far as I can tell, this was not on the "Do Not Upload" list, but please feel free to remove it if it violates anything, I won't be offended! :)*

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    Title taken from FC2.

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  18. Heyyy everyone!! Got another story for ya! This one's pretty long, but it's a 2-for-1! If you want to skip the build up and get straight to the pee, go to paragraph 5 for the first part and paragraph 7 for the second. Hope you enjoy!! Earlier this week, I went out of town for an event. It wasn't far enough to justify the cost of flying, but with a 8-hour drive one way, it was plenty far enough to enjoy some pee fun along the way! I made it to the event without incident, but the same can't quite be said for the return . Needless to say, after the drive there and the event itself, I was pretty toasted by the end of the day, so I checked into a motel and stayed the night. I'm not much of a morning person, so I figured, with a day off from work and some time in a fresh city, what's the rush? I slept in and enjoyed some time around town before I dragged myself back to the car at about 4PM. Both for health purposes and the obvious pleasures that coincide, I try to keep pretty thoroughly hydrated throughout the day. Today was no exception. I had run by a gas station during my excursion downtown and filled one of those "Big Gulp" cups to the rim with water and had been nursing it throughout the day. I knew I'd have to stop a few times on my way back, but that didn't bother me too much. I made a quick preemptive run to the bathroom and, with all of my things packed into the back seat and my "Big Gulp" cup by my side, I set off for the long journey home. One thing I didn't account for: Rush hour. I'm not accustomed to taking days off in the middle of the week, and rush hour isn't a huge deal where I live, so it didn't even occur to me to consider other people's commutes home. An hour in, and I was totally gridlocked on the highway. Brilliant. To make matters worse (or better? I guess it depends on your perspective ), I was gradually becoming aware of my increasing need to urinate. I wasn't about to explode just yet, but I knew I needed to find a solution--and quickly. I glanced around nervously. Moving wasn't realistic at this point, let alone getting to an exit and finding a place to relieve myself. I comforted myself with delusions that this traffic jam may clear up any time and that, if I just managed to distract myself, I'd be fine. I cranked up my radio and began singing along with it. Boston, anyone? I was going to be okay. I glanced over to the car next to me and saw the driver chuckling at me singing to myself. I grinned at her and carried on, knowing I needed to distract myself. The problem here being that, by focusing on my need to distract myself, I emphasized my growing need to pee that much more. "It's okay," I told myself, "You don't need to go that badly just yet." Another 20 minutes passed and we'd barely made any headway. Every time we crept forward, my heart would leap, only to tumble back down into my depths of my stomach when we stopped again. It seemed, according to the radio, there was a minor accident ahead that was slowing things down even more. Little did they know, there was a serious possibility of a different kind of accident occurring between my legs. By now I'd abandoned any hope of distracting myself. I was swaying back and forth and fidgeting, the urge to pee feeling pretty severe by now. I was frantically looking around for solutions. Sure, I could just wet myself in my car, but as much as I love my fetish, I love the condition of my car more. With that possibility ruled out, there wasn't much left. I was foolish enough to wear jeans today instead of a skirt, meaning that if I stepped out of my car, any wetting would be blatantly obvious to all who sat idly around me. Similarly, I couldn't exactly bare my lady bits for all of the commuters to watch cascades of urine gush from them. That left one option. My eyes fell onto my "Big Gulp" cup as my hand found its way to my crotch. I didn't like the idea of attempting this in my car, but I had no other option. I took my hand from my crotch and grasp the cup. Shoot. It still had a little water. I briefly considered chucking the water out the window, but wanted to hold off in case I needed to dispose of my pee without suspicion. Nothing else to do, I chugged the last little bit. By now, it was urgent. I bobbed back and forth as I undid my seatbelt. I quickly glanced around to ensure there were no tractor trailers or other tall vehicles around me--as badly as I had to go, I wasn't about to give a free show (not that I really had a choice, looking back now). Hallelujah. Only sedans surrounded me. I hurriedly undid my jeans and tried to discreetly pull them down. This was going to be a challenge. Maybe if I removed my shoes? Just then, the woman behind me honked. I jumped, startled, nearly peeing myself right then. We had gained a whopping 10 feet. I pulled up behind the car in front of me and set the hand brake. My hand firmly in place upon my nether regions, I frantically took off my shoes and tossed them into the passenger seat. Next, the jeans came off, revealing my blue panties. I seriously hoped nobody could see what I was doing, but I didn't care enough at the time to check. With every second that passed by, my bladder ballooned that much more, threatening to soil my car. Next came the panties, revealing my bare downstairs for anyone who happened to have a tall enough ride. I grabbed the cup and tried to position it. How exactly was I going to manage this? The steering wheel was proving problematic. What I would've given at this moment to have a penis. In my frustration, I glanced up to make sure the traffic hadn't moved. Thankfully, it was stationary. I looked back down at my predicament. "Okay," I muttered, "Let's try this." I slid forward a bit, getting my butt off of the seat, and pressing my abdomen against the steering wheel. "This is gonna have to work." I said at last. I positioned the cup beneath where I hoped my urethra would spill, and let loose. Within about a second, the floodgates had burst open and a rush of pee shot (thankfully) straight into the cup, pattering loudly as it accumulated at the bottom. "Oh my gosh," I exclaimed with relief as the cup grew heavier with my pee. It was a really bizarre sensation to be sitting there, surrounded by so many people, peeing into a cup, of all things, in my car. I closed my eyes and put my head back as the spurt continued below. After a moment, the cup was getting heavy enough that I had to grab the bottom of it with my free hand. It felt warm and enticing in my grip. I smiled as the last few dribbles emerged and found their way to the steamy pool below. It was then I remembered I was still supposed to be driving. I glanced up nervously. Thankfully, the traffic still hadn't budged. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought ahead to the toilet paper predicament. Fortunately, I wore panties that day and could let them sop up what remained. I cautiously placed the cup back into its holder and admired my handywork as I pulled my panties up and dabbed myself dry. There was still quite a bit of space in the cup, but the pee was pretty clear, meaning I could probably dispose of it without too much suspicion, should the need arise. I nervously glanced outside my car again, but thankfully everyone was totally oblivious, playing on their phones or fidgeting around with papers. I didn't bother putting my jeans back on, figuring I'd need to pee again before getting out of this mess of traffic. Instead, I covered my lap with them, obscuring my nearly-nude lower half in case any tall vehicles passed me. It turned out this was a wise move, as I had to use the cup several times again before getting out of that jam. Thankfully, I only needed to dump it out my window once. After tacking about 2 hours onto my drive, I finally managed to get out of that traffic fiasco (lesson learned for future trip planning). Much of the rest of the trip was fairly uneventful. Despite the fond feelings I have developed for it by then, I disposed of my cup at my next stop. All of my efforts to relieve myself were done at gas stations and rest stops from that point forward, but my last one was particularly notable. It was 1AM. I was about an hour from home and nobody was on the road. I had enough pee that I could go, but it wasn't super urgent. Regardless, by this point I was excited about my pee endeavors of the day, but totally mind-numbed and frazzled from the drive. I was exhausted, so when I saw a rest stop by the side of the road, I took the opportunity. I wanted to do something naughty--anything. It was deserted and it didn't seem like anyone would be making any surprise visits...soooo...why not pop into the men's room and give it a go? I did a quick walk around the stop to make sure there wasn't anybody who I might've overlooked. The coast was clear. I made my way to the door and stood outside. This would be my first time using a multi-occupancy men's room and, even though I knew the probability of someone walking in on me was next to naught, I still felt a jolt of adrenaline. My heart surged as I pushed open the door. The light flicked on and revealed several urinals and several stalls, opposing a row of sinks. It was cleaner than I was anticipating, especially compared to the single-occupancy men's room I've used at a gas station near my home. I felt a sense of urgency, not to pee, but to hurry, just in case anybody happened upon me. My heart pounded in my chest as I considered where I would pee. I could use a stall in any old bathroom, so I didn't want to do that. I'm still not confident enough in my skills to attempt a urinal (someday). I scanned the room before me, with my eyes ultimately landing on a floor drain in the middle of the bathroom. Perfect. I quickly fumbled to get my lower clothing off, taking care not to step onto the floor with my socks (I shudder to think of what bacterial horrors lie there). I shuddered with excitement as I set my clothes onto the paper towel dispenser and made my way, butt-naked, to the floor drain. I squatted over it and noted that I was trembling as I attempted to position myself (funny how such a simple thing can cause such excitement!!). Finally, I let 'er rip! Here I was, squatting right in front of a bunch of urinals, leaking my bladder into a floor drain. I giggled with delight and tried, with no success, to calm down my trembling. I felt a cool spatter bouncing back from the drain cover and showering my thighs. I adjusted to alleviate this, missing the drain a bit in the process, sending a bit of pee spurting outward and forming a small puddle on the floor. Unfortunately, the last little bit came to a dribbly end far too soon. I stood up to grab some toilet paper and laughed when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, my naked vulva dripping with pee, contrasting the men's toilets in the background. I'm not gonna lie, I felt a small and strange sense of pride for being there (girl power?). I retrieved the toilet paper, wiped myself clean, including my thighs, and stood once more before the mirror. I knew I should be quick, but I wanted to savor the image just a bit longer (really mature, I know). I fiddled with myself very briefly for good measure, then put my clothes on and washed up. Drunk with triumphant delirium, I pointed at the urinals as I left and proclaimed, "Soon!" I left the bathroom, looking back at the "Men" sign on my way out. The cool evening breeze hugged me as I trod back to my car. Despite being very tired by that point, the excitement carried me the rest of the way home.
  19. Solstice

    Briefs and carpet wetting (male)

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    Was browsing these forms at my desk and realized how bad I had to pee after a while. Decided to see how long I could hold it for fun, was going to do it on the tile in the bathroom but once I stood up I knew I would never make it and I peed myself on the carpet. You can hear it gush out because I had to go so bad!

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  20. Ok so about a year ago i was surfing the web and found a site for diaper lovers and adult babies and as i was searching through their video selection i came across a video of a girl who said she was out of diapers so she was sitting on the floor in a blue footed pajama and she was rubbing herself. then she spread her legs and proceeded to pee on the floor. I thought this was very sexy as you could not see a stream because she was on the floor all you saw was her wet spot and a huge spreading puddle on the floor it was super epic because it kept it all to the imagination then she played in it and the video ended. i went back to watch it many times after. but in a month or so after i discovered it it got removed for not having any diaper content in it and i haven't been able to find anything like it since. Why is it so hard to find girls peeing on the floor sitting flat on the floor not squatting, I come on here to ask if anyone else know of a video like this or maybe this one was re uploaded if at all? and possibly even a girl sitting on a chair and letting loose but i don't want to see the stream i want to see the pour and puddle.
  21. RavenEevee

    female Attempt 1, fail...

    I tried to pee like a boy yesterday, i dont know why i wanted to pee on the couch but i just got the urge to... its a short vid, kinda messy and i only caught the last half of it because i was desperate and kinda tried to rush it. so i guess this can count as an accident for me cause i didnt plan for it to be that messy XD. next time i'll try to do it out side...
  22. RavenEevee

    female Back in 2012...

    i was waiting to piss myself all day as normal, and couldnt help but think about how... i planned to do it on the floor and i did it :D I really had to pee so i decided to go right beside my dresser and move the hamper out the way. I had to move books and clothes out they way as well. i soon got tired of waiting and stop caring if my grandma was sleep or not and went to go squat in my "pee place" i started to go but it came out to fast, so i held some back, trying to go in little spurts. i keep my panties on out of the fact i didn't want to take them off after being soaked in my wetness. When i started to finally let loose i noticed the pee was running down the floor!! I totally forgot my house was unleveled and my room sloped down. I grabbed a bowl i had earlier and stopped it from going all the way across the room... after that i stood up and looked at he floor and the mess before i got a wash cloth and put some water on it them dabbed the biggest spot. I felt so proud! I never done anything like it and i love the feeling. Afterward i got a shower
  23. https://vimeo.com/269355344 (password: caryspee) Not much back story to this one. I had the house to myself today, and had been in the mood for an accident for a while. So I drank some water, occupied myself for a while, and then at the point of desperation, sat on the floor and let go. A lot. Lol Cleaning up after myself was far less fun, lmao. Got through a lot of kitchen roll and left little piddly footprints across the floor. But it was worth it.
  24. Floral leggings wetting.mp4
  25. Equusquagga

    female Wetting the bed and floor

    Hi guys, so I must admit I feel a bit dizzy after just now! All day, and likely for the forseeable future I've been holding until I can't then standing by the toilet until I spurt a few drops and then race to pee on the toilet, and as fun as that is, I wanted to feel my warm pee hiss out of me! I sat on the computer and wet a few times so my but was wet, but it was boring without the desperation. I thought that later I would hold it and get desperate. So that time rolls around and I'm drinking plenty water, I begin to get desperate lying on my bed so I put on some pjs and move the cover so I'm just lying on my blue sheets. An hour later of drinking, squirming and scrolling on my phone, and I'm beginning to whimper. My pee is tempting my urethra to let it out and I'm fighting. Eventually I let out a squirt, still whimpering with these tiny squirts, my stomach started to hurt and cramp from my need. There was nothing visual yet so I just stayed still as moving hurt my stomach. I pressed my bladder lightly a couple of times and it violently spasmed so I stopped that as it hurt. Eventually a longer spurt escaped me and I felt my crotch get warm. There was now a very dark grey patch in my crotch and a few spots on the bed I was still bursting and began writhing a little as my bladder forced out a pretty strong stream. I felt and heard pee splash out of me and pool under my butt. I looked at my now even greyer crotch and a sizeable wet patch between my legs. I jumped up as I didn't mean to pee so badly on the bed, and the spot was pretty big, I was dancing and decided I wanted to go still, but something in me told me to pee on the floor. I didn't even try to hold on as I let the warm liquid flow down the insides of my legs and felt my panties and pajama pants get heavy with pee. It made a loud splashing sound on my bedroom floor. There was pee literally dripping even after I'd finished. It took about 3 minutes of peeing a good stream on and off to empty myself, then I mopped off with a towel, put it and my wet clothes in the laundry and tried in vain to use tissue to dry the bed a little! Now I'm half heartedly waiting for it to dry but I'm super tired lol, now it's cold too... Anyway hope you enjoyed reading!