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Tonight I came home from work and decided I would do a hold and wetting. After an hour and a half or so I was really desperate. I went our for a walk as I wanted to pee my pants outside as it was getting dark. I am in a populated area, but the side streets are quiet. Usually I get to the point where I can't hold it and I pee for awhile. Tonight I leaked just a little bit. Maybe because I was walking and I have on 3 pairs of tight underwear and I tight pair of jeans. I came home for awhile and then went back out. I walked a bit and leaked a little. Finally I stopped and stood still and I peed quite a bit soaking the front of my jeans. I'm still in my wet pants. I may pee in them again later tonight.

I knew I had a really small window. Like 20 minutes tops. So up until that window of time I began drinking up. I wanted to fill up just enough so I could have something to work with. I wasn't going for a flood, but I needed a liquid boost. The time comes and I put on my grey leggings. ... But I really don't have to pee. I make the best of it anyway. I needed to wet myself. It has been way too long since the last one, which also happened to be a quick pee. So I get the camera for a few pics and take a (crappy) video so I could take a few screenshots. Anything was better than no pics. I chose the tile floor because just looking down at my little yellow puddle excites me. After really savoring the feeling of standing there in my wet leggings, I clean up my puddle and change back into my dry jeans and stash away my wet clothes. My small window of alone time was ending soon, so I spent that time finding a few decent pics to save. About five minutes after my alone time ends the urge to pee really hits. Bummer. I should have timed it better. I wasn't about to let it all go waste. I had to do some secret pee fun of some kind. So I change out of my jeans, which ironically had gotten a tiny wet patch from an uncontrollable little leak. I put on two pairs of panties, some black leggings, and some fleece pajama pants that are black with bunnies on them. Still pretty desperate, about a 7 or 8, I sit there at home and let a few significant dribbles of pee loose. It's still pretty tight down there so far. I wiggle around a bit, giving my bladder a little jolt of extra desperation, and pee some more. The wetness between my legs is growing. The warmth is spreading. But my bunny PJs are loose so they remain dry while my panties and leggings cling and stay damp. A few more good sprays and I'm officially past damp and now sitting there in wet pants. Still secretly. If you were to feel me, you would assume I peed enough already to bring the number down some. I was at about an 8. Somehow the number didn't change at all. But I had to continue about my evening as if everything was fine, so when it came time to cook dinner, I had to stand there still really needing to pee, but not wanting to let any more pee escape. What if I can't stop now that I am standing? What if I forget that it's a secret and I grab my crotch? So the urgency is a 9 and I'm kind of doing a potty dance and pretending it's just me pacing at the counter waiting for the food to finish. At one point I do accidentally pee a little while I'm cooking. And a few minutes later I walk halfway to the bathroom while peeing an even more significant amount. But then I go back to the counter because I managed to stop peeing in my pants. Although I was kind of worried that my bunny PJs were getting wet now. All the while, me peeing myself intermittently, I don't give away my secret. After the dinner is done I give in and go to the bathroom. For one, to play it off and pee like a normal person, and for two, to relieve a bit of pressure. I only pee until I managed to regain control and stop the flow. I still wanted to wet myself again. The temptation to continue do so is very high. After dinner I sit back and chill, leaking every few minutes, descretely touching myself in hopes that my bunny PJs stay dry. So far pretty dry. I think "okay, as long as this keeps up, I'm golden" and it does. He's in his spot watching TV, I'm in my spot, secretly wetting myself and watching TV. I've done this on a smaller scale, and didn't get caught. I can do it again. Then he decides to take a shower. Yess! By now I have to pee pretty badly again. After I'm sure he is going to stay busy, I take off my bunny PJs and press my hand between my legs, the level of dampness now officially up to wet. I cross my legs tightly and relax my holding muscles and feel the hot pee beginning to creep through, but my squeezed thighs keep it from flowing freely. Still relaxed, I unclench my legs, the little flood bursts out and my skin tight leggings a go from wet between my legs to soaked and running down my thighs and dribbling onto one of my socks. I slow the flow of pee when I hear the pattering of it dripping onto the carpet. God I want to let it all gush out uncontrollably! But I can't, so I slowly continue peeing myself, feeling the hot wetness all the way down both legs, creeping up towards my bottom, just enough to stay all over myself and not get on the carpet. I stop peeing and look down at my drenched legs. Oh how badly I wanted to stand there wet and pissy for a long time! But I notice how shiny my freshly peed in leggings look and snap a picture to commemorate the excited feeling it gave me to be able to piss myself after such a long time. I hurry and stash these wet pants with the grey ones from earlier and put my bunny PJs back on and sit back in my spot just like nothing happened. Needless to say, this pants wetting was long overdue.

(I'm sitting on the bathroom on the tile because I am still soaked, and I mean Almost Every inch of my leggings!) Four in one evening. Round one, warming up the musxles. The first hold was kind of the starter because I woke up with the need to pee. I still kind of had my cold and was dribbling in my panties with every cough, so I was like, Okay let's do the thing. I drank the last half of my juice, and went downstairs to fill it back up with more soon after. This time I drank water and juice and tea slowly. I like this because it makes the pulsing urge to pee come on gradually, along with the overall fullness that is constant. At this point I put on one of my diapers. The sudden pulses and the legs crossed squeezes and the muscle contractions, along with omo getting me sexually aroused, makes me want to come so badly that just by shifting around on my bed and doing the kegels is enough to give me an orgasm. This is was what I was going for. After the amazing pleasure of coming while having a full bladder, I usually go to pee, the relief being another great pleasure. But I didn't do that. Instead I just release some pee to take the pressure off. I have strong muscles so it's not easy to really have a true accident. It was ok because after the small leaks I decided to keep the game going. Round two, overflow. I drank the rest of my second bottle of juice and chugged a bunch of cold coffee. Kind of a refill. I put on a pair of blue jeans that were just a bit too small. They were even more right around my pee bulged belly, squeezing my bladder even more. I wanted so badly to just have a real accident, to soak my jeans, to moan and hold myself and think, "oh god I'm going to wet my jeans!" Instead I paced around, hoping that my liquid refill would help me need to pee again soon. Since I had already did one hold, the urgency came back pretty quickly. There I was pacing, moaning, holding my crotch. My legs were shaking, my tummy was tingling, my breathing was fast. I couldn't stay in one place. I was sitting on my leather chair, straddling a footstool, kneeling on the floor. The wet patch of pee between my legs growing steadily. Now it was harder to stop those little bursts of pee that come with the bladder contracting. I would sit down so that when I did have the urge, it wouldn't come out, and then quickly stand up so that I didn't have time to squeeze it back. My bursts of pee were getting bigger now, and it was getting harder to stop the flow of pee. The warmth was too tempting to ignore. I wasn't wearing a diaper this time. I needed to feel the hot and wet patch growing. So I drank more liquid. Only water, but. It worked because I had to stand up and walk across the room, which meant that gravity and a weakened bladder made my jeans even more wet as I crossed the room, and just drinking cold water made me pee more. I was crossing my legs, leaning forward, holding my wet crotch, peeing some as I drank some. I paced some more, dribbling and moaning. Then I couldn't take it, I really really wanted to wet these jeans I was wearing. I haven't completely soaked a pair of jeans in a long time. I thought about letting loose, standing in the shower, listening to the hiss and the patter of it dripping down, wetting my cute little feet. But I also like feeling the conflict of losing control and keeping it. So I waited until the next big squeezing of my bladder screaming at me to let go, and stood up, gripped my soaked crotch, and let go. But. It was just slow and steady enough that so far my pee was only drenching my jeans. The wet patch of pee growing around my front, my bottom, down my legs. There were a few splashes on the carpet. I was about to panic. So I went I to the bathroom and let out more. The hot streams and the relief was so good that I relaxed completely, let all flow, watching as my jeans were too wet to contain all of my pee, watching as the puddle grew and grew, pooling around my feet. It felt like I was done. No more pee escaped as I stood there, so very wet, totally relaxed, so I began the dreaded cleanup. But there was another plan I wanted to try. I had a few beers in the fridge. I wanted to be a bit buzzed while I went for round three. I drank four beers in a relatively short amount of time for another bladder refill. Round three, waterfall. As I paced around, trying to decide what else I could do, I was almost to the point of a real accident this time from holding. And having done it twice already in the same afternoon made it so much harder to keep myself from wetting, and made the process of waiting for the pee accident so much shorter. I'm not into being seen wetting, but I wanted to go out and have an accident, so since it was dark outside, I decided to take a walk. I put on my black leggings, (and an oversized black hoodie because it's like 38 degrees out) some shoes that I didn't mind getting wet, and went outside for a nighttime walk. I was so excited that I was already peeing before I got outside. It was an amazing experience because even though I was trying so hard to hold it, pee was flowing with every footstep. This was what I wanted. To not be able to to control my bladder at all. I made it outside just in time. I still was trying to hold it. The darkness and the black leggings made it so much more enjoyable because I didn't have to think about anything else. The cold weather was also something interesting because I could feel the warmth running slowly down my legs, and also the coldness of the air making the wetness cool down. After a while I couldn't really tell when I was peeing and when I was managing to hold it in. Power walking because it was cold, because of my excitement, and because of the urgency all blended into one another, I was moaning almost constantly now. Two moans for the "oh my God I'm gonna pee and I can't hold it" and one for the " oh god wetting myself feels so good" eventually I started to slowly pee more with each step. Until I was just about peeing nonstop. My damp shoes were getting very wet. I was leaving splashy little drips behind me. Every time there was a streetlight I would stop and look at how wet and shiny my leggings were. And every time a car went by I would stop and look at the person driving and push out a burst of pee. I had so much pee, I was wondering if I would ever stop. By then it was gushing in such large bursts that I tought "this is the big one. I'm going to completely empty my bladder" but then I was able to squeeze my muscles enough to stop the flow completely. Which feels amazing, because it is the same feeling of being close to coming. That turned me on even more, and the satisfying feeling of wetting my pants, the hot and cold, the feelings of being naughty, all made me even more aroused. I was walking slower now, relaxing my bladder muscles so much that I was fully peeing now, reveling in it. I peed so much that I could finally relax like normal and not have any more leaking. This was what else I wanted because that meant that I could now wait a few more minutes and then force the rest out. By now my leggings were completely soaked except for a little line down the outer length of each leg. and my shoes were squishing with every step. My nighttime wet walk lasted at least 45 minutes. There's this almost hollow feeling in my tummy when my bulgingly full bladder finally empties. It's relaxing in such an indescribable way, almost like post-climax relaxing. That's how I felt as I walked back home, along with the the satisfaction of the incredible wetting. Round four. Good to the last drips. (In the middle of writing this I had to pee even more, so I ended up sitting in the bathtub, my knees pulled up, my feet against my wet bottom, still wearing my shiny soaked leggings, and letting loose each small wave of pee whenever the tingly feeling hit me)

I've done something I haven't gotten to do in such a long time. I had nearly forgotten that feeling. In the evenings I like to drink a large cup of hot tea to help me relax. Sometimes I use the restroom before going to bed, sometimes I don't. I like the feeling of a nice 7 full bladder as I fall asleep. Of course upon waking I'm always at a 9 or 10. Just perfect for a morning urgent trip to... wherever I feel like peeing 😉. Mostly it's just a run to the bathroom. But this morning I would have the perfect opportunity not to. So after my evening tea the night before, I just put down an extra blanket and climbed in bed, knowing I'd be pretty desperate by morning. We already know how my morning went. Me squirming a little, not wanting to get up to pee, saying "fuck it" and then soaking myself and the bed. After I laid there under my nice warm covers and on topnof my nice warm puddle, half asleep and enjoying my naughtiness. I decided that it felt too good to get out of bed. Even just laying there in my pissy wet bed, felt so amazing. It had need way too long since I had a bed I could do that in. I started reminiscing about those days. Days where I was alone, wet, naughty, body tingling with excitement. Then there's that feeling when you know that if you just relaxed your muscles you co!l8+oo}pp}uld let the piss flow. We all know that feeling. Warm and soothing, and comfortable. As soon as I got that feeling I knew how I would spend the rest of my naughty morning. Laying there relaxed and pissing myself every time that little tingle comes. I don't know if this happens to others, but every time, just after a small gush of piss leaks out, my body quivers a little and twitches. It feels like the smallest shiver of an orgasm. Ten times My goal was to spend the morning in my wet bed, leaking like a baby, at least ten times. Each time the rush of piss escaped and ran down my bottom, or soaked up the front of my pajamas, or trickled down my legs, felt like warm hands stroking my skin, like a hot little tongue licking and kissing most sensitive areas. And then at the end of each leaking piss, there was that twitch, arousing me little by little. By the tenth time wetting my bed in my soaked pajamas I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take care of this delicious sexy feeling I was getting in my tummy with each wetting. So I took down my pajamas bottoms and my panties, turned onto my stomach and began rubbing the wet blanket against my self, grinding the soft hot fabric. It felt so amazing, like a warm wet mouth kissing and licking. It felt so hot and naughty and sexy. It felt personal and secret and sensual. Climaxing like that was a feeling that I hadn't had in a very long time. It was so good that I had to push one last spurt of piss out right in the middle of that intimate pleasure and savor the tickling feeling as it trickled down my vulva and down my legs.

I would like to share my first time turkey hunting! WARNING: I hunt to live and live to hunt, I eat whatever I hunt or fish. I am a meat eater not a trophy hunter. that being said! Let’s get on with it! So this year was my first turkey hunt. I won’t bore you with details because it was uneventful, hunting wise, and I doubt all of you want to heat that. I am a 26 year old male with slim build 5’ 11” height. My cock is right around 7” inches. I have a road trip bladder meaning I can hold it for a long time! This day I was wearing camo boxers, blue jeans, camo tshirt, Carhart coveralls, camo jacket, and hiking boots. I had left my city for a public land hunting area not too far out of the metropolitan area. I was brew 4 shots of espresso and a Kcup of coffee, and grabbed a 711 large cup of coffee before leaving town. I arrived at the hunting area before sunrise, finished the 711 coffee and hiked out to my spot. 4 hours later I had come to the conclusion that the winter storm the previous day meant 0 turkeys for this inexperienced turkey hunter. I stood up to take a look around realizing I had 2 cups of coffee in me and several miles of public land to myself, I decided why bother undressing several layers to pee? Now this is my first publicish wetting all other experiences before or since have been in private.l, it took a while to relax enough to let anything out...but when the first little fame trickling out. I tended up and quit, nervous of being caught. But I still had to piss! I’d sit back down and try calling for turkeys a little bit and then my bladder would ping. I’d immediately stand up and leak what I could before paranoia made me stop. 4 hours later around 1pm I wasn’t stopping because of nervousness or paranoia. I just didn’t want to be obvious in case another hunter or worse game warden wanted to conversate on my way out. I look down and my coveralls are wet in the crotch....fuck not incognito anymore. I leak once more before giving up and heading to my car. I pack everything away and fill out my check out paper work when....a final ping hits my bladdeer. I look around and say fuck it I have an hour until home! I remove my coveralls and piss the remainder of my bladder into my jeans and drive home. Horny. Exhilarated. And ready to enjoy myself more on solo outdoor adventures! Omg was that thrilling!!

I laid in bed, wearing a tight little shirt, no under clothes, and some leggings that were soft and velvety to the touch. I had been slowly leaking, just enough to get only my pants wet. I kept touching myself, petting the soft, warm, wet fabric. My crotch, my bottom, my thighs, all the way down to my knees, were nice and wet. I was halfway under the blankets, so every time I squirmed around in bed to change positions so that I would wet them evenly, the wonderful smell of piss would drift up. My wetting my leggings while in bed was so good that I didn't get any piss the bed at all. Then suddenly the desperate urges hit. Hard. I could squeeze my pelvic muscles, I could hold myself tightly between my legs, press my thighs together, feel the sensations of nearly cumming, enjoy the strong pulses... For about three minutes. With every little leak, more and more piss escaped in larger bursts. The need for sexual release was intense right along with the need for emptying my bladder. I knew this type, full bladder masturbating would cause greater rushes of piss. So I put my favorite piss blanket underneath my bottom and began touching myself, inside my pants, stroking my wet lips, fingering deep and hard inside, piss escaping with every curled finger reaching inside my. It was so easy to cum, but so hard to resist releasing all of my piss underneath me. I began writhing around even harder, the post orgasmic pleasure and the desperation pleasure pulsing deep inside me. I began arching my back, curling up into a tight ball. Continuing to breath heavily and moan softly. I let one more small stream flow. Barely able to stop myself from pissing everywhere in my bed. I knew that when the next wave slammed me from the inside, it would be a long, hot gushing flood. One last tight, spine tingling spasm came over me, stinging the hell out of me so pleasurably. Then I quickly sat up, barely able to hold my piss, gravity working against me. I almost fully ran to the bathroom. I knew better than to even try to pull my already wet pissy pants down. My hands didn't even touch my waistband. I sat right down on the toilet, leggings pulled all the way up, and pissed through them. It felt so good that as I squeezed off the flow, which was way more difficult than it usually is, I debated on what was to come next. The sound of pissing through leggings into the toilet was a different kind of sound. I sat there, wet and drippy bottom, for a moment. Then stood up and felt my wet bottom, my wet crotch, my hot, velvety soft material clinging to me. Then I went back to the toilet, facing the wall, straddled it, my pissy pants pulled up, and sat there leaning forward and pissed the rest of it out. Afterwards I just stood there feeling the relaxing after affects, the piss dripping farther and farther down the material of my leggings, touching my wet self all over. Finally I change into dry leggings and go back to bed. I knew the potential for more piss to make an appearance, and I wanted to feel the new warm small dribbles. A few little leaks escaped as my body twitced a bit. Everything began to relax even more. I fell asleep, my damp blanket and my skin still smelling of piss.

Hello, It's Friday, my family is out of town, and I'm bored. So, I had a 8oz (230 ml) glass of water around 8:30. Then 10oz (295ml) glass of water around 9. I left to run errands at Walmart. My desperation was at a 3/10. I got a little worried when I started walking around Walmart. I felt a little more desperate, but it settled down. I got an 18oz (530ml) bottle of tea and drank that around 9:30. I just got home and had another 10oz (295) glass of water twenty minutes ago. My desperation has raised to a 5/10. If anyone has any requests or comments, let me know!