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Due to the little Omo content related to LoL, I decided to create my own thread with drawings of mine using the champions of this game, I hope you enjoy them as much as me. 🥰 "Irelia was in the battle against Noxus, the event dragged on for so long that she did not have time to go to the bathroom and was forced to satisfy her needs even if it involved getting wet on herself" "Nidalee wanted to prepare a surprise for you when you got home, she held her bladder to empty it on top of you, but the excitement at seeing you made her lose control" "Katarina was sick of Caitlyn always humiliating her in combat, so she decided to take revenge by taking Caitlyn by surprise and tickling her until she ended up getting wet"

View File wetting tight short jeans shorts on a busy road wearing string wetting tight short jeans shorts on a busy road wearing string Submitter femboydl Submitted 02/23/2023 Category Male  

Another day, another dollar. I pulled a 13 hour white collar day yesterday and when I work like THAT ( this will be my schedule for the next week or so) , I need a release SO bad. I masturbated on phone calls all day yesterday. It was amazing. I'd let my bladder get full and lie in the bean bag chair in this big empty office with just me in it. My feet up on the window sill, legs wide, rubbing my clit while trying not to wet myself IN the office. Nobody has been here since March 2020 but I still don't need to soil the shite wall to wall carpeting, ya know? So... As y'all know I went to a wedding on Sunday night. Look back in my posts for the interactive adventure THAT was🤩. But I was away on a family holiday for 10 days prior to that and had no idea what I was going to wear to this wedding and only had 1 day home to figure it out. I had Amazon drop off six pairs of shoes, three pocketbooks, and a dozen pieces of jewelry while I was gone. I only kept one pair of shoes, one pocketbook, and half the jewelry. So yesterday after my very long work day I had to package up all the returns and find a way to get them to the UPS drop box outside the building next door to mine. It isn't a long walk but it's too far for me to waddle out with a dozen packages at once. So I took 3 trips from my desk to my car and then drove them over to the UPS box. ( Ps- I'm not into messing but I can't help but think there is some sort of great "what can brown do for YOU?" joke to be made there ). Well...I had been holding since about 3pm . After I felt the urge to pee a little I threw 1.5 more L of water on top of that and then struggled BIG time to get my work done. But, at some point, my body just kinda clenched up and ignored that and let me work. DOES ANYBODY ELSE HAVE THAT HAPPEN? ?? So as I was running the packages from my car to the drop box my bladder made it's presence known again. BIG TIME! I felt a tiny leak or two in my panties and knew I was in trouble. "It's ok", I thought. "I'll just pop back into MY building" before continuing home on my 12 minute commute. No dice boys and girls. The building is empty at that hour. The cleaning porters have gone home and while there is one security guard in the building he leaves before I do and I could never find him in an emergency if my life depended on it. For this reason, as well as my obsession with true Crime podcasts, I have a pink can of Mace in my purse and use a Kubotan as a key chain. So while it's a lil creepy it's well lit and I'd be locked in and safe. But my fob for the exterior door wouldn't work. I didn't know why. I have the security clearance. Today I remembered we had a power outage yesterday as we are now catching the tail end of Ida. Most of the time when we have a power outage your key card needs to be reset. I got that done this morning but I was shit out of luck last night. My usual cursing and sounds are kind of drowned out by the Def Leppard. Sorry about that guys but I had almost no battery left on my phone and so I was at the mercy of actual radio stations. LOL. I bet some of y'all on here so young you don't even know what those are 😉. Awwwwww Oh, and then at the very end...I simultaneously died and felt my pussy flood. What a strange melange of emotions. Anyhoosie. Enjoy😘 20210831212744655.mp4

Hour 3.5 of about 11 on total. I've had half a gallon of water, 2 coffees and some full fat coke for my car sickness. I am the WORST. First rest stop, central PA, was 90 mins ago and there was no tp in the ladies. I didn't really have to go, he did. So I said " fuck it, I'll go at the next one" 20211226150633309.mp4 20211226150633309.mp4 and stood outside the ladies room entrance letting other woman know there was no tp. And you could tell but the responses which ones were DYING to pee bc they thanked me but didn't care, just raced in. 2nd rest stop. West VA. Ladies room out of order much to the chagrin of 53 grannies and myself. Back to the car we go. But now, now...I have a situation on my hands in bumblefuck WV, and I have to hide how badly I have to go bc it feels amazing and I want to push my envelope . It's 65 degrees out. Bare leg, sandals and the roof open😍😍 20211226150633309.mp4

This is #3 of 3. Please start with #1 for details. Also, a panty pic of me wetting my panties with mostly cum while we at work. InShot_20210905_222452181.mp4

Here is the 2nd of 3 videos in this story. Please see #1 for details. InShot_20211102_213317752.mp4

View File wetting tight levis 501 jeans (3 wettings) please leave a comment? ? ? Submitter femboydl Submitted 10/20/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans

LISA THE TRUTH IS DOWN THERE! When I was a Research fellow, I used to earn some extra income by supervising examinations. . I was supervising a final exam for some Biology students. One of the class members was Lisa, about 22 years old. She was slim, dark haired, and really had long sexy legs to die for! I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her, especially since she was wearing a fairly tight dark blue dress which, I had noticed as she walked in to her desk, came down to about three inches above her knees, so I had a glimpse of tantalizing slender thighs as she sat down. As I said, I had a real problem keeping my eyes off her. I was walking up the aisle from behind when I saw her quickly snatch something – looked like a little notebook – of the desk and quickly put it into her backpack which was hanging from the back of her chair. As I passed she bent her head down and seemed to be engrossed in her work. When I was collecting their exam papers I asked her to come up to the front desk. I leant back against the table and told her what I had seen her do. I asked her to show me the contents of her bag. She placed them on the table – the ususal, change purse, lipstick etc. And a small blue notebook. “Is this the notebook I saw you take off the desk and place it in your bag as I passed you during the exam? I asked firmly. Lisa got really flustered – “I had been reading it before the test papers were given out, and forgot to put it away when the exam started. I hadn’t looked at it during the exam!” she started to stammer, really scared now. I looked at the notebook, it was indeed a very well organized collection of study notes for the course she was being examined on. “You know that if this is reported, you could be expelled from the College, and won’t get your degree! The regulations strictly forbid bringing any material like this into the examination” Now while this was true, we never subjected students to a search as they entered the exam. As soon as I said that, Lisa just stared at me, her lovely large eyes were wide with anxiety. Her mouth was open slightly as if to say something. Her face flushed, then she turned very pale. She leant over on the table and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. She began to tremble slightly, and I could see she was physically going into a state of shock as she realised the impact of what I had said. Lisa, her eyes still closed, moved her other hand and placed it low over her tummy. She bent her knees slightly, and squeezed her legs together. I heard a faint hissing sound, and as I looked at her legs, saw a little trickle run down between her thighs, then splash around behind her knees and curving round her calves and splashing over her ankles onto the floor. Lisa was wetting her pants I had often fantasied seeing a pretty girl like Lisa doing just this, and I was fascinated, watching the streams splash down her legs. I imagined her soaked pants, warm and wet, and the sensation of those trickles running down her sensitive thighs. The exam had lasted over three hours, so I wasn’t surprised she had to go quite badly. But this !! Well, this was fantastic !! She turned sideways to hide her face, then turned away from me, so I could see the streams course down the backs of her legs behind her knees. After about 10 seconds or so she stopped wetting her pants, and the streams slowed to just a few drips which still ran down her legs, drop by drop. She started to sob, her face now blushing deeply. I walked over and gently placed my hand on her arm. She turned towards me, her face bent down as she looked at the floor “Lisa.” I said quietly, “I believe you. I won’t report you, of course you can go now.” She briefly glanced up at me, her face was wet with tears, and her lips were trembling as she muttered “thanks” and ran down the hallway to the exit. ====== Several months later I was at a college reception/dance at the opening of a new arts building. I saw Lisa across the room. She had graduated, and was now working as a research associate in the biochemistry department. She was completely out of my jurisdiction now, so I went over to her, and after introducing myself, she indicated she remembered me, asked her to dance. She quickly agreed, and soon we were on the dance floor. It was an old fashioned party, with some of the quieter hits from the 70s playing, so the dancing was slow. After a few moments we were dancing closely, and when the music stopped playing just stood there together, my right arm around her waist, my left hand clasped over hers which she was resting on my shoulder,. Neither of us made any indication of moving apart, so I drew her slightly towards me, and she did not resist. I suggested we go out on the balcony for a drink, and she agreed, so we walked out handin- hand. We stood together, looking over the city lights laid out beneath us like a view from a plane. “Dr. . . . . she began. “Jeff ! . . . . .” I emphasized. “Jeff” she said, holding her glass with both hands and turning to face me. “I never thanked you for believing me at the exam last June.” She looked up at me. “Thanks for giving me a chance!” Then she raised her face and kissed me on the cheek. I gently took the glass from her hands and set it on the table beside us, I took both her hands in mine and she moved close, turning her face to one side she rested her cheek on my shoulder I moved my mouth closer to her ear and said quietly: “I knew you were telling the truth when I saw you wetting your pants!” “Oh God!” she moaned “That was the worst moment of my life – I really mean it. I don’t know what you must have thought of me wetting my pants in front of you!” “Well” I said, as I held her just a little bit more tightly, “If you had really been cheating you would have been prepared for what I said to you.” “Yes” she said – “I would have been on the defensive with my excuses. But your accusation literally took my breath away – I was in shock, I could feel my legs give way, and if I hadn’t had the table to lean on I am sure I would have collapsed onto the floor. Instead, I just hung on to the table. I could feel myself starting to wet my pants, but was paralysed – couldn’t move or stop it from happening. I was so embarrassed afterwards” she went on, with a hint of a laugh in her voice. “You seemed like a really neat guy, and I was so humiliated by my accident I didn’t sleep at all that night for thinking about it!” “I have thought about you a lot ever since then,” I said after a few moments quietness. “I really liked you right from the start, I found you incredibly attractive, and I am so happy I have met you again like this!” “I am so happy too.” Lisa whispered, pulling my head down towards her face. “I was so sure you would have been completely turned off and disgusted with what happened ?” “Oh no!” I whispered back – “Actually” and I hesitated – this could make or break the relationship – “Actually I know this may sound kinda kinky, but seeing you wet your pants was , well, was very, eh, . . .” “Interesting ?” Lisa finished for me, then giggled as we began to kiss, mouth to mouth. “Yes, very, eh interesting, and exciting!” And that was the start of a memorable relationship. Lisa never really got into wetting herself on a regular basis. But once in a while, when she was feeling particularly sexy, or naughty, she would dress up in that blue dress. I knew what was going to happen, and I was never disappointed!

I decided to do something about the lack of male content, not only here, but also elsewhere. I spent the day pissing my pants and videoing it. I tried for a bedwetting shot as well, but my bladder was bursting and my incontinence kicked in. That's why my legs are wet in that part of the video. The clip is the best I could do under the circumstances, and it's turned out better than I thought it would. The video is 1080p. There is sound, but nothing much. I was tempted to put in something from the Water Music, but decided not to upset the music industry's copyright-checking robots. I piss myself.mp4