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So rather than fill up the board with new threads for each image dump, I thought it prudent to consolidate all future posts/image dumps to one mega thread. So boom, here be thread. Just as I thought I was done with this barely working mess, Novel A.I. actually fixed its issues. Now the site actually works reliably. Every time I think I'm out, they pull me back in. But before I just dump another batch of images, some people have asked that I give some sort of basic tutorial on Novel A.I., or at least what I've learned. So I'm going to post something here that I recently posted on another thread. I hope this helps. ============================= NOVEL A.I. Basic Omorashi Tutorial ============================= EDIT: THERE IS NOW A MORE UPDATED/CONSOLIDATED VERSION OF THIS TUTORIAL POSTED TO PIXIV LINK --> https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=18609737 This is what I've learned and rendered in my first week with this crazy new sci-fi shit. Yikes what a week. Below I've posted my first attempts at "Landscape" mode, and it was definitely harder and took longer. Going forward I'm gonna try and work on clothing stains/saturation and getting the pee right, so it doesn't look like melted gold half the time. Maybe some of you "scientists" can figure that out, now that you have my mountaintop temple teachings. All of these new images along with the older ones are also viewable in my albums if that's easier. (link below) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery And the rest.

i piss in my back yard! View File pissed in my backyard, it was kinda fun! Submitter tatertothimbo Submitted 03/31/2023 Category Male  

View File After my live show there is still much pee in my bladder After my live show there is still much pee in my bladder Submitter evangelynex Submitted 03/25/2023 Category Female  

Hi! I'm back again with another post. I've debated whether to do this for a while now. This is a finalized version of my story, Moon Showers. To keep things short, it reintroduces my erection-killing humour that was cut from the previous version. If dumb jokes are not your thing, feel free to skip this. This version also includes some small improvements to the story. Use ctrl-F or "find in page" (for mobile) to skip to either part 1 or 2. "Part 1: A Warm Place" is worldbuilding. The real lewd stuff begins at part 2. Search for "Part 2: Moon Showers" Content warning: Nudity, hyper pissing, off-key humour Moon Showers is a written omorashi doujin inspired by a dream I had of a certain person who I will only refer to as Rachel (not her real name obviously). The building it takes place in is the NTUC headquarters at Marina Bay in Singapore. In reality, the clear view of the bay here is not seen from any building but rather a waterfront path. In this doujin, however, the NTUC building is positioned such that the view from the building is an unobstructed central view of Marina Bay from an unspecified hypothetical vantage point. All of this will be visually clarified through pictures in part 2. This it the Rachel Juice version. It is a (hopefully) final remaster of Moon Showers. The first version was just the base story, as-is. The second version, the omo edition, was the one made to be posted on the omorashi org forums. It removed all identifying information, cleaned up the grammar and chopped away off-key humour. The third version, the Moonshine Edition, was meant to be the definitive version. It included cleanups to the grammar and prose, reintroduced the humour, and included ALL identifying details. This is the fourth version, the Rachel Juice version. The title is a reference to Neuro Juice, as seen in fanart of the AI Vtuber Neuro-Sama drawn by Pixiv artist Rune. As a remaster of the Moonshine Edition it has the best of all worlds. It includes none of the identifying details from the previous versions, and all the erection-killing humour that you all know and hate. It is a version that I can share freely. To provide some context, this story started as a relatively innocent dream consisting of the events of A Warm Place. Following this, the dream cut to me and Rachel returning to the shelter. Sadly, the original dream only went up to the point where she spread her pussy lips in the bathroom and nothing more. When I woke up I mentioned the dream to my friend, who prompted me to tell them more. I did, and while they enjoyed it, I felt like I was left wanting. It was so close to being something that I could have enjoyed, but it went limp just like that. Just like a horny girl with a full bladder, I didn't want to let it go, but paradoxically the solution in the end was to let it all flow. I typed out the version of the dream that I wished happened in the form of Discord messages. That was version 0.5, where it all started. Months later, here we are with what I hope is the best version yet. Part 1: A Warm Place Sauce: My own photographs, shot on a Samsung A52s 5G (this phone sucks lmao) Author's foreword: This is the first part of a two part omorashi story. It is a worldbuilding prequel that describes the location the main piece takes place in. This story takes place in the garden city of Singapore, specifically at Marina Bay near the Merlion Park. I have been an amateur writer for a long time but this is my first omorashi story, even if this is the final version. Please tell me what you think, whether you enjoyed it and how I can improve. Buckle up and start chugging water, iced tea or better still... a one-liter mega cup of iced Milo. As one of the oldest insurance companies in Singapore, Lion City Insurance (LCI) has been a constant companion to the city of lions since 1969. LCI believes dignity and comfort are the right of all human beings. To demonstrate our conviction to this belief we are unveiling a state of the art pilot shelter for the destitute and financially vulnerable in the lower levels of our local headquarters. This shelter will include a canteen, a coworking room for both office workers and students, and comfortable private quarters for each resident. More importantly, the shelter will boast clean and modern bathrooms with warm showers. This shelter will set a precedent and send a message to other major corporations and entities that the time to give back is now. Whether through similar shelters or other smaller means, LCI hopes to be the first spark in a movement. I'll be honest. I have a burning hatred for large entities with vast sums of money. Entities such as LCI claim to believe in helping the common worker, yet any amount of further digging will quickly unearth that this is horseshit. Poorly disguised horseshit, at that. Ever looked at the fine print and conditions of your LCI insurance policy? For a company that claims to be a safety net in your time of need, they sure do pay out very little and only in very specific circumstances. Of course, this isn't news. Why should people overfull with money have any reason to give a fuck about the poor? All that the rich need to do is squirt some cash at the masses every now and then to pretend that they're helping. This is why I wasn't even fazed when LCI announced their new state of the art pilot shelter for the disadvantaged and the destitute. I blew it off as more corporate virtue signalling that would probably be a trainwreck of incompetence. The first time I visited this shelter, I was cycling through Marina Bay when I saw a middle aged man having mechanical issues with his bicycle. I stopped to help him. It was a quick fix, but we started a conversation. Jeremy. This man's name is Jeremy. He tells told me how thankful he is that I fixed his bicycle. It isn't much, but it is his prized possession. He uses it to get around and exercise. It is his main defence against his borderline obesity and rising cholesterol levels. He offers to treat me with dinner. This surprises me, but as it turns out Jeremy isn't poor. In fact, he makes a decent wage each month and now that I look closely at him, he is wearing nicer clothes than me. I am reminded once more of the harsh reality of Singapore's housing situation. Here is a relatively well-off man who, despite his healthy finances, cannot afford or find an apartment. We talk at length over a restaurant dinner about the experience of living destitute in Singapore. With a jaded tone, he tells me that his nuclear family is in disarray. After having a severe fallout with them, he no longer has a roof over his head. His extended family refuse to take him in, and he is still on the waiting list for an apartment whose monthly installment payments will leave him with little to no savings. He then offers to show me where he lives which, to my surprise, is the LCI shelter. Me and Jeremy walk up to a large but rather unassuming door. Jeremy presses his thumb to the biometric sensor. It unlocks for his thumbprint, the automatic door sliding open. Stepping inside, I am blown away by how spacious and cozy the place is. The floor is laminated wood. Everything is hazel, light brown, beige and several other in-between shades. The lights are a dim and warm orange. Jeremy parks his bicycle at the bicycle rack next to the door. He does not use his bicycle lock. Jeremy offers to show me around the place, but tells me to be quiet. I leave my socks on, tiptoeing around gingerly to minimize noise. The shelter is laid out in a linear but winding fashion, with a path connecting all of the rooms in sequence. The first room is a small coworking room. It is slightly elevated and protrudes out from the building. It is equipped with comfortable chairs and large tables, complete with socket strips. Jeremy tells me that the residents can choose to turn on warm ambient lights when studying at night, and usually have the courtesy to turn them off when the room is unoccupied. However, the people working tonight have chosen to leave the lights off. This puts the room in pitch black, and allows moonlight to enter through massive bay windows which take up the entirety of 3 protruding panels of the room. The windows provide a spectacular view of Marina Bay. There are a few people still up working together. Sauce: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2016-04-05_Marina_Bay_Sands_at_night_01.jpg Like the rest of the shelter all the chairs, tables and walls are presumably a soft shade of very light beige, almost white but not quite. In the pitch blackness of the room, I can barely tell. Jeremy tells me that even though it might not seem like much, this coworking room is used by people in the shelter for everything from university projects to small business meetings. Many people depend on this room to keep their careers and studies afloat. To carve themselves a future, and to keep moving with the flow of the world. The next room we enter also has a large window. However, the chairs here are benches instead. There is one food store and one drink store which are open 24/7. Jeremy tells them that while the food here is good, those who are financially stable like him will often visit restaurants to treat themselves. Next, we pass by a series of several doors. Jeremy tells me that each of them is a separate hotel-style bathroom with a toilet and shower. This, he tells me, allows the residents the basic human dignity of privacy. Having lockable doors and a room all to yourself to use is a key comfort that many destitute people rarely get to enjoy, and for this he is grateful. Just like the rest of the shelter, the inside of the toilets is warmly lit. Unlike the coworking room, these warm lights give off enough of a glow to see well in the bathrooms. Despite the fact that this arrangement is highly conducive to masturbation and sex, they are all very clean. Each of these bathrooms even has a bidet and a hotel-style sink counter and mirror. The final series of rooms is a collection of separate quarters, again with lockable doors. Each of the shelter's residents gets a small private quarters with a single bed, a chair and desk with wall sockets, a chest of drawers, and a window with blinds. Jeremy shows me his quarters. Their sliding wooden door allows for privacy, and a light switch allows him to sleep in complete darkness. This would not be possible in a dormitory, which still requires some light to enter the room at all times so that people can see. With that, Jeremy yawns and says that he is going to wind down for the day. He tells me that I can come and visit him around the same time whenever, because this is when he does a short ride around the city with his sparse free time in order to stay healthy. As I walk out of the shelter, a strange reality begins to sink in. This place is actually pleasant to live in. Even though its capacity is currently very small due to it being a pilot project, it is undeniable that the people who proposed the project actually cared about what they were doing... which was a strange thing to say about executives from a large corporate entity. Maybe absolute wealth doesn't corrupt absolutely. Maybe... maybe I'm wrong. Nah, that can't be. I'm never wrong. Part 2: Moon Showers Author's foreword: There are three climaxes to this story, one for each time the girl pees, with no relation to when she cums. The second is much more intense than the first, so hold out for that if you can. The third is a bonus for the afterglow. A couple of weeks ago, I went to my second anime convention ever with my friend. He told me that he was going to this convention specifically so that he could see this one cosplayer he kept calling "mommy Rachel". I didn't quite understand what the fuss was about... until I saw her. Rachel, for lack of a better description, is thick as fuck. She is best described as an "ara ara machine". Despite being 27, she looks much younger than 25. Honestly, the first thing I noticed about her was her massive tits, and that's the way it stayed for a while. Whenever I thought of her, I thought of her tits. Rachel was tits. Of course, it's not just tits that Rachel has to offer. She is thick all over, with massive thighs joined to a huge but round ass with a noticeable pelvic line. You can imagine my surprise when she sent me a few DMs on Instagram. We started chatting, getting close over time. I became a staple on her Twitch streams, becoming her number one fan. One day, she invited me out for dinner at Marina Bay. Rachel turns up wearing a long, heavy coat that goes all the way down to her feet. I find this odd, but I don't comment on it. Throughout the night, I am constantly aware of the fact that Rachel can't seem to ever get enough fluids. She drinks bottle after bottle of mineral water, including several cups of iced tea. I ask her if she is feeling alright, but she says she is fine. I suggest that she should slow down, but she refuses. I can tell something is on her mind, so I suggest that we take a walk along the Bay to get some fresh air. Our walk takes us up to the Merlion. Even in the middle of a pandemic and in the dead of night, Singapore's iconic lion-mermaid statue is still spewing a constant and noisy stream of water. I take a moment to appreciate the soothing sound of the raging stream of water being dumped into the Bay, and it is now that I notice a look of palpable distress on Rachel's face. The sound seems to be troubling her, causing her to look almost panicked. As we walk back southbound towards The Fullerton Bay Hotel she begins fidgeting, then bouncing. Just a few hundred meters in, she is already crossing and uncrossing her legs. I ask her point blank what is wrong, and she tells me that she has to pee. I panic. The nearest toilets that I know the location of for sure are the ones at the Merlion and the one in the (pretentiously named) Shoppes at Marina Bay. I know for a fact that the staff at the hotel won't let us in, even if it's an emergency. Both the Merlion and the Shoppes are much too far from our location, and I know that Rachel will not make it. As I am thinking, a wave of pain hits Rachel's bladder. A pained expression flashes across her face, and I know that we do not have much time. There is a boardwalk that hovers over the water between us and the Fullerton Bay Hotel. I briefly consider if it would be illegal for her stand at the railing there and urinate directly into the Bay. The answer is clearly yes. What if she relieved herself into one of the nearby planters? Surely that would be less illegal. Still, it is not an ideal solution. Right on cue, I notice a guy riding on a very familiar bicycle. It's Jeremy, a friend of mine who lives in a fancy homeless shelter in the nearby LCI building. I yell to him, and he comes to a stop. I explain that I have a bit of a situation. The girl I'm with-- no Jeremy, she's not my girlfriend, but I wish she was-- really needs to use the bathroom. My man Jeremy comes in clutch and takes us hurriedly to the shelter. Even while we brisk walk, Rachel is already stripping off her long coat. She slides it off, revealing her naked shoulders. She then discards the coat onto a nearby bench, and I make no comment. Rachel's skin is light, smooth and flawless. Next to be exposed are her D-cup breasts, which jiggle like an earthquake with each step. The phrase "Marin "Earthquake" Kitagawa" appears briefly in my mind. I also notice that Rachel isn't wearing a bra. Instead, her top is held up by two bands attached to her upper arms. Around her neck there is a thick black choker with a metal heart outline dangling from it. Actually, what kind of a top is this? It reveals everything, and the part cupping her breasts is bordered by a frilly white. The rest of the top is pitch black. As the coat falls off entirely, I can now see that Rachel is wearing what looks to be a bunny girl suit. The bottom of the one piece suit arcs aggressively, exposing the line where her torso meets her thigh. A large amount of skin is visible, and the exposed area encroaches on her belly. Her entire pubic area is visible, and there is just enough fabric to cover her pussy but nothing more. Perched on her large butt is a small cotton tail, like that of a rabbit. I note curiously that Rachel is chubby, but to just the right amount. Just as I expected, she is thick all over. Everything from her face to her breasts, her thighs to her butt is ample and full. Despite this, her skin is flawless. There are no creases or folds, all of her is smooth, and every edge of every curve is well defined. After removing the coat, Rachel lets out a strangely adorable squeaking noise before jamming her hands against her pussy. After Jeremy unlocks the door to the shelter, he tells us to hurry ahead. Rachel does not hesitate, stomping loudly into the shelter with no care for anyone who might still be awake and working. Once we are out of sight of Jeremy, Rachel asks for her bag while doing a pee dance. She removes a gray haired wig and a set of bunny ears, putting them on. She also puts on a set of black fingerless leather gloves. Is she...putting on a cosplay? At a time like this? Something is off. Throughout the tedious process of putting everything on, I can hear her breathing becoming more and more ragged with each passing minute. it is tortured, but also oddly... pleasured? A manic edge grows in her breathing, and I think I can hear her shudder a little. Somehow, for some reason I cannot explain, she is enjoying this. As she finishes wearing the outfit, I can see that she is dressed as a bunny girl version of Sakamata Chloe, a Vtuber. Sauce: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/106453149 Rachel jams her hand against her pussy once more, this time even harder. A wild look flashes across her face, and she begins rubbing herself. She hobbles with her hands between her legs over to the first toilet, sliding the door open violently. I struggle to close it behind us and lock it. I expect that she would head for the bowl immediately, but she doesn't. The shower, then? That would be fun. Nope. Once she sees that the door is closed, Rachel hoists herself up onto the large, cold marble countertop. She then plops her entire body down unceremoniously, sending a shockwave that travels up her butt and through her massive tits, coming in at 6.9 on the Rachel Scale. As she sits down, I notice that her bunny suit lacks an in-built corset, and it begins to crease at the belly. As I watch, fat rolls form, making her somehow more and not less attractive. Her large butt flattens against the hard surface, and she hangs her legs over the edge facing me. The part of her thighs hanging over the edge begin to droop from gravity. I find this fucking hot. Once again, she begins stroking her pussy through the fabric of the suit, pausing only to ask me in a slightly crazed tone "wanna see?" I manage to snap myself out of my trance long enough to stutter out "h- hai!". The fact that I replied in Japanese proves that the part of me which craves JAV and hentai has awoken, and I know this will not end well. Rachel spreads her legs, and pulls my head in close to her crotch. Her scent is overpowering. Some of it is her sweet perfume. But part of it is just... her. A deeply intoxicating scent emanates from her crotch. With a gloved hand, she pulls the fabric of her bunny suit aside to expose her pussy. To my surprise, there are no beef curtains. Instead, Rachel has a large but near perfect innie pussy. It looks like a perfect bunny cunny, plump and completely bare. Somehow, there is not even a single hair or visible pore on the entirety of her groin. Her naked pussy lips are pale and perfectly untained. Rachel takes her hand off me to spread her pussy lips open. Pink. I see a perfect sea of bright pink. Bright pink that is smooth and interrupted only by some small bumps and two holes. As I look deep inside Rachel, I don't notice her biting her lip. What I do notice is a loud hissing noise and a jet of clear liquid hitting my face from the top smaller hole. It is warm and smells intoxicatingly sweet and absurdly pleasant. It tastes salty. Rachel, with her fingers still spreading her lips, thrusts her hips outward slightly. The next jet of urine flies low, landing on my chest. As it soaks into my clothes and dribbles down slowly it causes a warm, fuzzy and very wet feeling. For some strange reason, I feel like I've just been given a warm hug, only a million times better. So large was the jet that as it soaks into my clothes. It begins to cover my entire body, leaving not a single cold spot. I feel like I'm a hot tub. No, a hot tub isn't quite right. I feel like I'm in a hot tub filled entirely with Rachel's pee, and it is the most subarashii- no, the most kimochi thing I have ever experienced. I'm busy enjoying my wonderful gift when Rachel lets out a hentai sound effect that is halfway between a moan and a squeak. Again, Rachel thrusts her hips forwards, this time more violently. The hiss is back once more, and a long jet of urine hits my face directly. It's still hot from her body heat, almost painfully so. My whole face is now drenched, and the pleasant scent of her urine now overwhelms my senses entirely. It's in every pore of my face, dripping down onto my neck and body. Rachel's juice is covering everything in a salty yet sweet layer. Once last time, Rachel moans and thrusts. A long jet of piss sprays high up, missing me but hitting everything else. It's on the shower curtain, the shower head, the walls, and some of it is now dripping from the ceiling. I can hear it, and feel it falling down like indoor rain. Pitter patter. After letting out those intermittent jets of urine, Rachel closes her legs and clamps her hands over her peehole. This seems to send a wave of pain through her, and when she opens up her legs again I can see that her entire pussy is swollen, and the area around it is also a shade of red. Rachel grabs my hand and forces me to stroke her as ecstasy flashes across her face. Faster and faster she moves my hand until I take over, leaving her hands free to pull her top down. She grabs at her own breasts, massaging them. I can see that she is rapidly losing her mind. She then asks to switch. With trembling hands, she puts my hands on her breasts and I start to massage them while she strokes her pussy. Still, I can tell that Rachel needs more force to finish. She tries to rub my leg against her crotch, but the counter is in the way. A few awkward seconds go by as we try to find a way for her to perform tribadism against my leg, but the bulky marble slab counter isn't helping things at all. Frustrated, Rachel hops off the counter, taking off the main swimsuit-shaped portion of the bunny suit and tossing it in the shower. With her still wet hands, she unlocks the toilet door and slides it open. I try to stop her, but to my horror she grabs my hand and drags me out, stomping loudly through the shelter. I am painfully aware that her bare ass and naked pussy are exposed to the cold night air and anyone lucky enough to walk by. Thankfully by this time the people working at the coworking room have gone to sleep, leaving the room in pitch blackness. Rachel drags me all the way up to the bay windows. I now notice that there is a long couch there, giving the perfect view of the full moon over the Bay. The moon is bright tonight, and it bathes the room in an ethereal silver light. Sauce: https://www.reddit.com/r/singapore/comments/hl4t3m/full_moon_rising_over_mbs/ Rachel shoves me unceremoniously down onto the couch into a sitting position. She then climbs onto me, throwing her arms around my neck. Kicking off her shoes she begins tribbing, rubbing her pussy lips against my thigh and torso. Soft and squishy. All I feel is a heavenly mass of soft and squishy. Her bulbous butt wraps itself around my thigh, a sensation I can only describe as divine. Better still is her squishy pussy, which she begins thrusting against me over and over. Tighter and tighter she grips my back, now shoving her crotch onto my belly with each thrust. I hold on to her too, thrusting to her rhythm, locked into her embrace. Her friction. Her fuwa-fuwa. Rachel's warm breath comes out in gasps and soft moans that hit my neck, and the scent of her real hair under the gray wig seems to grow stronger over time. I close my eyes to savour the moment, allowing wave after wave of pleasure and satisfaction to wash over me. I let my head go loose with pleasure. When I open my eyes with my head pointed away from Rachel, I find that my gaze has come to rest on what was in my blindspot a few seconds ago. A CCTV camera. Sure enough, as I focus harder on it, there is a tiny light indicating where the lens is facing. That light is pointed towards us. "R...Rachel...." I manage to stutter. I ask her if she wants to stop, in view of the fact that we are right under a camera. To my dismay she lets out a manic giggle. Her moans get more and more feral, loud to an almost vulgar degree. What the fuck is this? Does she not care about waking up the residents? No... she enjoys this. She enjoys being watched. Rachel has lost all control. She is now thrusting her entire body frantically against mine, rubbing her somehow still swelling girlhood more and more forcefully. Her pussy lips and inner thighs are now bright red from the friction. I can feel small dribbles of urine leaking from her pussy, and as she thrashes they drip all over my body. Her loud and unrestrained moans mix in with pleasured laughter. She's having an amazing time riding me, and I wonder how this compares to the rollercoasters at Universal Studios. Rachel is saying something. What is she saying? I can barely make it out. Everything coming out of her mouth sounds like a moan at this point. She's going to.... oh no, she's going to cum. I pull her into me with each thrust, and her tribbing becomes longer and harder with each stroke. Faster and faster, more and more. Her body slams against mine, sending waves of her sugarsweet scent against me. Urine, sweat and pheromones mix together into a deadly cocktail. I can feel myself losing sanity. I'm becoming insane, insane, insane. I am brought back to my senses when Rachel lets out a long and drawn out moan. Her pelvis is now thrusting itself. I pull her against my belly, and I can feel her pelvic floor muscles pulsating powerfully and slowly. Everything from her bladder to her vagina rises and falls in perfect rhythm. With her exhausted voice, I can just barely make out Rachel asking me to turn her around to face the window, so I do. She goes soft with the pleasure from orgasm, melting in my arms as I hear the familiar loud hissing of urine rushing out Rachel's peehole. Her dam has burst, and a great surge of pee shoots out from her now rapidly deflating bladder. The firehose stream flies up a couple of meters high, pelting the laminated wooden floor with enough liquid to ensure it is beyond repair. Rachel is pissing like a racehorse now, and her stream keeps getting stronger. It gains distance and hits the bay window, giving anyone still awake at Marina Bay a front row view of a rare Singaporean watersports performance. I'm sure anyone who can see us wishes they were in the splash zone. HHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS The urine hits the window with so much force that much of it is thrown directly back at us, showering us with a gentle drizzle. The urine which clings to the window fans out into a massive vertical puddle with enough violent ripples to render much of the view completely distorted. It flows down in a continuous waterfall directly onto the floor, where the water level keeps rising. It's starting to look like "ponding" in Orchard Road during monsoon season. That's a Singapore government euphemism for it's fucking flooding. The puddle on the floor keeps growing, rapidly and aggressively. The tidal wave of piss keeps on advancing. I'll need a sampan to get out of here and I do not care. I'll find a kayak and a paddle if it comes to that. My arms, wrapped around Rachel's torso, can feel her bladder bulge get smaller and smaller as her breathing gets faster and faster. A wicked idea crosses my mind, and I press down on her bladder. Rachel's stream immediately becomes much stronger, and for a second I'm afraid her walls won't hold. As Rachel slouches backwards into a lying position on me the stream gains height, hitting the ceiling and raining down on the couch from above us. It's raining piss. There's no hope for this shelter now. LCI really did put their all into this place, and they've improved the lives of so many people but it's all over now. We just had to come in and ruin it. Rachel just had to pee EVERYWHERE, and I just had to help her do it. Now that there is urine on virtually every surface of the coworking room, it will be hard for them not to cordon off this biohazard zone permanently. Still, in my selfish mind, I just cannot bring myself to care. The warm indoor rain of Rachel's urine feels too good, and her soft body in my arms is all the comfort I need. In this moment I am complete. I am at peace, because this is all I want from life. Slowly and gradually, Rachel's stream dies down and I notice how heavy she is. My arms are tired, and my legs are completely numb. Maybe she is a lot thicker than I initially realised. Still smiling, she opens her eyes slowly and pulls me into a hug, pressing her piss-soaked body against my dripping wet torso. I stroke her wig, but I feel like something isn't quite right. Gently, I take the bunny ears off Rachel's head, removing the wig and gently pulling the hair net off her scalp. Then, I remove her extended lashes, followed by her gloves. Finally, I take off her stocking and pantyhose. Now I get to see the authentic Rachel. Without all of the frills she looks older. She looks her actual age of 27. Without the lashes her eyes are small and plain. Without the stocking and pantyhose her thighs look a bit more fat than thick. Without the top her breasts are a bit saggy. But I don't care. I still think she's hot, or hell, even hotter. After all, I don't want Chloe, and I don't want a wild bunny girl. I just want Rachel. After all of that insanity, I lead Rachel back into the shower and hose her down rapidly. We don't have much time, and once I see that the coast is clear I drag Rachel into a dash for the front door. I find her coat still sitting on the bench where she left it, and I get her to put it on to cover herself up. As we try to act normal and walk towards Bayfront MRT, I notice a trail of droplets forming on the tiles behind Rachel. Small circles that very distinctly colour the grey tiles black. You've got to be fucking with me. After all that, she's still not done? I tell her to release some of it into a nearby bush, so she pops a squat and does so. Just seconds later, however, I spot someone passing by. I tell Rachel, and she immediately gets up from her squatting position, crossing her legs to stop the flow. We keep moving, but Rachel begins to leak again almost immediately. I ask her if she can hold on for a while longer, but she tells me no. She has to pee, now. I highly doubt that. Before I can stop her, however, Rachel has stripped off her coat once more. She dashes excitedly towards the railing over the water, grinning like she is about to do something very naughty. Still standing, she grabs the railing, pushing her hips forwards. There it is again. That beautiful sound. HIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS A continuous stream of urine flies in a wide arc before splashing noisily into the Bay. On one hand, I wish I was a fish in the water that Rachel is peeing in. On the other hand, I'm in a state of panic wondering what the total fine for indecency, environmental pollution and public urination will be. Still, I manage to bring myself back into the moment and appreciate what is happening in front of me. A painfully hot girl under the light of the full moon, standing with her hips thrust forward, a shimmering unbroken stream of urine flying from her reddened pussy. It is then that I realise that this, to me, is nirvana. It is then that I realise some things are worth the risk of being thrown in jail and bankrupted with fines. Dear Singapore, It is with great disappointment that Lion City Insurance must announce our new shelter has been vandalized. Last night two individuals, one female and one of indeterminate sex who appear to be a couple entered the shelter through the goodwill of one of its residents, who will remain anonymous. CCTV footage shows the female fully nude urinating in the open. Please know that the motive of the culprits is unknown. They are not known to LCI, and they are not residents of the shelter. We have stored the footage of the crime, and are working with the relevant authorities to track them down. A censored version is available for viewing at the end of this statement. LCI does not place any blame on the residents of the shelter, or the resident who let the culprits in. We are aware of the countless stereotypes that our society has formed against the destitute, and would like to remind the public to pass judgement based on facts rather than impulse. To that end, all current evidence shows that the residents are clearly innocent. It bears repeating that this act is morally outrageous and directly damaging to the welfare of the shelter's residents. LCI urges would-be offenders of all kinds to think before they act. To consider the damage that they do to others, in particular the less fortunate. The message of this shelter is a simple one: Sometimes we should take small losses to our personal wellbeing if it results in large gains to the wellbeing of others. Make no mistake-- the offenders here perverted this message, grabbing a small gain to their personal pleasure at the cost of severe damage to the wellbeing of others.

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My wife has known for a long time that I have an 'interest' in wetting and pee play. She would often reference this in foreplay to add some excitement. A little over a year a go she made a bet with me saying that if I could meet her exercise challenge, she would wet herself for me. I met the challenge and she slow played her end of the bargain for almost a year, and I never expected or asked her to actually go through with it. Well, one night she called me into the bathroom and put on a show for me. I was shocked and she knew how much that did for me. I didn't think it did much for her. She was nonchalant if not a little humored. The sex afterwards was amazing and I think she started to make the she peed a little or a lot. This was certainly never a thing before. Fast forward 3 months I didn't see this coming and it was all her own doing. Very recently my wife woke up from what she called a 'sexy' dream, and shortly thereafter came downstairs to pull me of the couch. She had a wet patch the size of a grapefruit and coaxed me up to bed. There wasn't much coaxing. She proceed to pull me on to our bed when I quickly noticed that she had protected the mattress (with a new shower curtain). This was seemingly out of left field. She laid me down and proceeded to crawl on top of me, eventually letting go of more pee through her pants and directly onto my boxers, soaking them in the process. After a little fondling by both of us, I went straight down on her with her pants still on. By this time that patch was a considerable size. After pleasing her orally, she laid there relaxed trying to pee some more. She let out several streams making sure I wasn't missing it. How could I, there was a little pool forming too. I was shocked that she had no qualms about pee being everywhere, the faint smell, and the fact that it was even on my lips as I kissed her. She eventually got on top of me naked, relaxed, and tried to pee some more. It was slow to happen, but once it started flowing, she must have let out a good 5 or 6 solid streams onto my boxers and 'private area', then all over my shirt. She said the dream involved pee, and most shockingly said the experience was a lot of fun and that she liked it. I can say that she was super turned on the whole time. This happened for 4 of the next 5 nights until we came back to earth. She says that I 'ruined her' 😉 and can't believe how much she enjoys it. WOW! It hereafter has been a semi-regular thing

View File CESD-897 CESD-897 It Felt So Good That I Wet Myself, I'm Sorry… Maria Nagai. CESD-897-01 - A desperate woman gets locked outside the bathroom and wets herself. CESD-897-02 - The actress sits on a couch and plays with herself until she starts pissing on the floor. CESD-897-03 - The actress wearing something sexy pulls her panties to the side and pees on the floor. CESD-897-04 - The actress sits on a couch while a man uses multiple vibrators to make her wet herself/piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-897-05 - The actress talks to the camera for a little bit before taking her panties off and peeing on the camera. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-897 Uncut contains everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/20/2023 Category JAV Collections  

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So, I (27M) started seeing a new woman lately (26F) and things have been going really well. I’ll call her M. M is a very fun girl who has always been open and honest with me about her kinks, and last weekend I finally opened up to her about mine. This story details some of the fun we had! To give some context, M is medium height and is curvy with a bit of an hourglass shape. She dresses comfortably and is often wearing high waisted jeans and a sweatshirt of some kind. M and I have been seeing each other for about a month now and she was very forward at the beginning of the relationship about her kinks and desires. She likes being submissive and enjoys being praised for her work. More on that later. M and I were at dinner last Friday after a hellish week for both of us. She was wearing her tight jeans and a comfy top and we were on our second round of drinks in a crowded restaurant when she brought up the topic of my kinks. ”Alright, you know what I like, what about you?” She asked over sips of her drink. I blushed. Wetting and Desperation kinks are not something I often share, especially so early in a relationship, but I felt really comfortable with M and so I took a chance. I was a little vague to start. ”I like pee play!” I responded, dancing around the subject a little. For some reason, I’ve always felt like golden showers were more mainstream than wetting and so that might be a good place to start. ”Like, you want to watch me pee?” She asked coyly, her eyes watching me closely but there was no judgement in her tone. “Yeah, among other stuff…” I responded with a raised eyebrow and she giggled. She has this ridiculous giggle that sticks around for a little while but it’s fun to listen to. “Well, I kind of have to pee now, do you want me to send you a video from the bathroom?” My heart skipped a beat. M was always down for anything, that was one of the things that drew me to her. But I was tempted to try my luck. “How about we wait until we get home?” It was her turn to raise an eyebrow as I smiled at her. She nodded and took a big drink of her margarita before sipping some water as well. I could tell she wanted to try this new thing out and I felt myself get aroused under the table. It was incredibly sexy to see her starting to test her bladder while I was right next to her. The evening went on and she started to shift in her seat as she finished the third margarita. I had stopped a few drinks ago because I was driving and also because I didn’t want to miss a moment of her desperation. “J, it’s getting pretty late…” she whined, one hand wrapped around her water glass and one hand in between her thighs. I could tell she was getting desperate, the drinks catching up with her and the anticipation making my heart rate increase. “We’ve got a long drive, we should leave. Like soon.” The urgency in her voice was unmistakeable. I could tell she was excited but also a little nervous. She was right, our drive back that night was almost 30 minutes from the restaurant to my apartment. We had a hell of time paying the bill, the waitress kept walking past us, much to M’s dismay. Finally she raised up her hand and caught the attention of the staff. They took the check, we paid, and she hurried me out the door into the cold night air. “Fuck!” She squeaked as soon as we stepped outside. Between the standing up and the cold air, I think her bladder was shouting at her. She clenched her fists tight and crossed her legs, letting out a few quick breaths before waddling quickly to the car. She let out another tiny laugh. “You better drive fast, J, I know you love these seats!” She said, tossing herself into the car and buckling up while I was still 5 paces away. I did like the seats, and fortunately they stayed dry, but just barely. On our drive back to my apartment, she asked some questions while holding herself. ”So like, is this sexy?” She asked, her voice straining as she wiggled in her seat. “Very much so.” I breathed, switching my eyes between the road and her legs. I was pressing hard against my jeans at this point and she noticed. ”I can tell! I really have to pee, J, please don’t let there be any traffic!” Her eyes were glued to the road, a small gasp followed any time there were brake lights ahead of us. Mercifully, there was no traffic and we made it back to the apartment quickly. I was mesmerized at this point. She was holding herself and moaning as I pulled into my parking space. I live on the third floor and her eyes snapped to the stairs like they had intentionally done her wrong. “J, we are going straight into the bathroom. I have to piss so bad!” She swore a few more times as she unbuckled herself and flung the door open. I followed close behind, not wanting to be too mean. She stopped to cross her legs tightly on each floor landing but we made it to the doorstep without any leaks. That was, until I went to unlock the door. “Oh my God!” She hissed, as I fumbled with the keys, thinking only with my cock at this point. “I think a little came out!” She pushed past me before I could turn back to look at her as she made a dash for the bathroom. I jogged behind her, not wanting to miss the show, and watched as she ran in and started working on her belt. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” She muttered as she finally got the belt undone and spread her legs as she was working on the jeans. I did notice the smallest little wet patch on her crotch and something came over me. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me, kissing her deeply and pressing my arousal into her. She kissed me quickly and said “J, seriously, help me get these off or I’m going to make a huge mess.” Her legs were tightly pinned together and I could help but start unzipping my own jeans and sliding my clothes to the floor. She saw how hard I was and bit down on her lip. “Fine! Get in!” I was confused until she pushed me into the shower and, slipping her pants and panties off in one quick motion, climbed in with me. In an instant, the torrent of piss came flowing out of her. She moaned loudly, pressing herself into me and letting me feel the warmth on my leg and my cock. I placed my hand on her ass and felt her shudder with relief. “I was so close to ruining your carpet.” She laughed, referring to the flooring in my apartment leading to the bathroom. Then she got on her tiptoes and kissed me, smiling wide and laughing as she continued to go. “Next time, I’m driving.” She finished peeing and I peeled off her sweatshirt and bra before turning on the shower. We cleaned off before adjourning to the bedroom to have the best sex we had ever had together. ”Was I good?” She asked after. I assured her she was a very good girl.

Hi, Just wondered if any guys in London or Cambridge UK fancied meeting up to wet and piss together? Maybe some wet games, challenges or forfeits too.... any takers? 🙂

View File CESD-796 CESD-796 - I'm Sorry For Wetting Myself, But It Felt So Good... Manami Oura CESD-796-01 - A desperate woman sits at her desk and holds it for as long as she can before getting up and wetting herself infront of her coworker. CESD-796-02 - The actress sits on a couch and plays with herself until she starts spraying piss everywhere. CESD-796-03 - The actress wearing something sexy pulls her panties to the side and pees on the floor. CESD-796-04 - The actress sits on a couch while a man uses a vibrator to make her wet herself/piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-796-05 - The actress talks to the camera for a little bit before pulling her panties to the side and peeing on the camera. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-796 Uncut contains everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/13/2023 Category JAV Collections  

View File CESD-913 CESD-913 I'm Sorry, I Felt So Good I Wet Myself…Erika Sazanami CESD-913-01 - A desperate woman gets locked outside the bathroom and wets herself. CESD-913-02 - The actress sits on a couch and plays with herself until she starts pissing on the floor. CESD-913-03 - The actress desperate to pee pulls up her night gown and pees on the floor. CESD-913-04 - The actress sits on a couch while a man uses multiple vibrators to make her piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-913-05 - The actress talks to the camera for a little bit before pulling her panties to the side and peeing on the camera. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-913 Uncut contains everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/13/2023 Category JAV Collections  

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