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  1. Watch Nikko pee in her Hello Kitty panties, then masturbate in her wet underwear in this video. This video does contain nudity. Enjoy! Nikko Panties.mp4
  2. Version 1.0.0

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    Some more random diaper-related content I've found recently. Enjoy! And don't wank too hard this weekend! Rach

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  3. View File Random Diaper and Pullup Finds Some more random diaper-related content I've found recently. Enjoy! And don't wank too hard this weekend! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/16/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  4. View File JAV - Horny Girls in Public Leaking Japanese girls take powerful aphrodisiacs and masturbate in public, often squirting spectacularly. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  5. Version 1.0.0

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    Japanese girls take powerful aphrodisiacs and masturbate in public, often squirting spectacularly. Enjoy, Rach

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  6. Dimwitrolo

    female Serena!

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    A cheeky compilation of Serena being cheeky. And wet. As usual, nude versions are on Patreon! But who needs those when you have the wet versions?
  7. Scene 1 Only I remember a few weeks ago someone was looking for this video and i was supposed to upload it fast as possible. But here it is later then ever but uploaded to the forum for you all to watch and download. This videofile contains both nudity and lesbian sex in it but most important of them all is the wetting and peeing in it. Enjoy ❤️ national-models-peeing-3-scene1.avi
  8. I don't recall this being posted here, or anywhere.: https://thisvid.com/videos/nice-amateur-woman-wets-her-panties-on-the-toilet-and-masturbates/
  9. Peeingbunny

    female Let it GO

    It had only been a couple of hours since Elsa left Arendelle. She sat upon her new ice thrown watching the snowflakes form in her hand, then throwing them at the wall to create a neat fractal design. She felt a slight twinge in her bladder. She hadn't been to the bathroom since before her coronation and had had a couple of drinks at the party after, just to be polite. But those drinks had to go somewhere. "It's not that bad," she thought to herself as she rubbed the top of her stomach. She could definitely hold it a little bit longer and it wasn't like she had anything to do that she was in a rush to relieve herself. Elsa wasn't the type of person who would let herself have an accident, she knew how to control herself. The wall to her left was covered in little snowflakes as wallpaper. They were all different shapes and sizes and as she looked at it, Elsa realized how unique her powers were. Her abilities excited her and all of the many things that she never realized she could do. She was sitting in a castle made of ice that she made! All of those years hidden away in Arendelle, hiding from her powers! She stood up and reached her hands up towards the ceiling. A series of icicles began to come down from the cathedral ceiling creating a delicate balcony on the upper floor. She smiled and picked up her dress and danced around the main room. She felt another wave of desperation hit her. She'd gotten desperate quite quickly. Placing her hand on her bladder, Elsa wondered if she would be able to hold it longer. Of course she'd be able to hold it longer, she was Elsa! She was a queen! The least that she could do was control her bladder a little bit longer. Elsa walked closer to one of the walls and admired the little snowflakes again. Although she always knew that each snowflake had its original pattern, it was something different when she knew that she'd created them. She decided that she would cover the entire castle with little snowflake wallpaper. It was just something to do rather than sit on her throne and admire her handy work. And she would just work her way up to the bathroom. She was barely even desperate to pee. Taking a step back, Elsa created a little snow storm with her hands that reached all the way up the cathedral ceilings. She let each snowflake gently float to the walls. It was as if the little flakes were kissing the ice as they stuck. It was absolutely beautiful. Slowly she made her way to the delicate ice staircase continuing the snow storm that was swirling around the main floor of her castle. She reached her foot up to step on the first step and quickly slipped off and fell to her knees. A gasp escaped from her lips as a little bit of pee escaped from her bladder. All of snowflakes turned to sharp icicles and fell to the floor, clanging and echoing throughout the hall. Even the ice queen wasn't immune to slipping on a little bit of ice. Elsa quickly regained control and steadied her breathing. She place her hand between her legs to feel the damage. Her dress wasn't wet but her pale blue panties definitely were. "It's time for me to get to the bathroom," she muttered to herself with her hand still between her legs. She felt a wave of desperation hit her and she quickly pressed against her pee hole to prevent any more from coming on. Panic came over her, she hadn't felt this desperate just a minute ago! And letting a little bit out only made her have to pee worse! Taking a deep breath, Elsa walked up the stairs. She was nervous and felt her feet keep slipping so she had to walk slow. But she couldn't walk slow for fear of wetting herself. When was the last time she had to pee this bad? Once, when she was thirteen she had accidentally locked the bathroom attached to her room and couldn't get inside it. She was too afraid to leave her room because she was so afraid of her powers. Her bladder ached but if she left her room someone would know about her powers, as her walls were covered in sheets of jagged ice. She'd just kept her her legs crossed and rocked back and forth. At some point, her parents would have to come visit her and they could get the door open for her. Her bladder begged for relief. Elsa ran through the halls of her ice castle. She wasn't worried about slipping on the ice anymore, she was too desperate to pee! It was begging to come out and she just couldn't find the bathroom! A wave of desperation hit her and she had to stop suddenly and cross her legs. "Pee, pee, pee, pee" she muttered as she quickly put her hand between her legs. "Please don't come out! Pee! I need to pee!" She couldn't remember how long she sat on her bed as a thirteen year old so desperate to pee. But she did remember the tears streaming down her face as she silently begged her bladder to hold on. Someone had to come and rescue them soon! A familiar knock rang at the door. She gasped and then quickly looked down. "Elsa?" her sister asked. "Go away Anna! I'm busy!" she yelled back. She squeezed her legs tighter. The thought of letting Anna in to help her open the bathroom door briefly came through her head. She shook her head and thought to herself: "No, I can't. She can't see me." "Are you okay Elsa?" Anna asked. "You sound like you're crying." Another knock came at the door as Anna silently asked to be let in. "I'm fine Anna! Just leave me be!" she called back and could hear her sister sigh. And just as Elsa heard Anna's footsteps down the hall, a tiny bit of pee escaped her bladder. She could feel the warmth on her legs and saw the wet patch on her magenta dress. Elsa snapped out of her memory and back to reality as another spurt of pee escaped darkening her icy blue dress. She had to pee so badly at this point that she didn't even want to take a set forward. She felt herself rocking back and forth and jumping from one foot to the other. Where did she put the bathroom in this place?! It would be easier to hold herself if she could just get this dress out of the way! She started to pick up her dress but quickly stopped and looked around. A decent lady didn't pick up her dress to hold herself like that! A queen was dignified. A queen could hold her pee and find the bathroom. Elsa let her dress fall back to the floor and removed her hand from her crotch, trying to compose herself again. Another tiny spurt of pee escaped and the dark patch on her dress began to grow. "No," she said with a calm voice that didn't quite fit her mood, "I am a queen. I can hold my pee." She began to walk slowly across the balcony. Every step was torture as she now refused to hold herself. Elsa's desire for control over her situation took over her desperation. Shortly after her thirteen year old self let out that first spurt of pee, she began to let out more. She couldn't control herself! Her bladder was rock solid and she could see the bulge through her magenta dress. Squeezing her legs as tight as she could, with her hand between them, she begged herself not to pee. But it was to no avail. Elsa wound herself up tight, doing everything that she could but her bladder had had enough. Her pee was going to come out whether she liked it or not. It started out slow and she tried to stop it but she couldn't even move her muscles. She refused to remove her hand or uncross her legs. Soon, she believed she would be able to gain control again. She wanted to pretend it was just another little spurt. And then the stream became strong and there was no stopping it. The pee came out with such a force that it soaked her dress all the way down to her ankles. It soaked the bed and Elsa let out a moan of pleasure! Oh how good it felt to finally let go! Back in the ice castle, Elsa wasn't having much luck controlling her situation. A queen could hold her pee until she got to the bathroom but Elsa was beginning to realize that she wasn't that queen. Her bladder was aching and she was no longer walking, but hoping from foot to foot as she tried desperately not to pee. A wave of desperation hit her and Elsa felt to her knees. It was going to come out. There was no stopping it. "No, I can hold it!" she said to herself, still in denial about her situation. "I'm just going to sit here for a bit." Her breathing became heavy as she looked around her at her surroundings. No, she still wasn't going to lift up her dress to hold herself. Her light blue panties were now completely soaked all the way up to her butt. Elsa rocked back and forth just like she did that one time when she was 13. Her bladder muscles were becoming fatigued and her pee spurts were becoming bigger and bigger until finally Elsa felt her shoulders fall as she lost control of her body. "I...I...I can't...I can't hold it," she stuttered ,her body shaking. The pee came out with such a force that she almost lost her breath. She had had to pee so bad and it was such a relief to finally let it go! Leaning back on her hands, Elsa peed on the floor. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she found herself placing her fingers in the stream of pee and lightly touching her clit. The pee dripped off of the balcony onto the floor below. Elsa felt herself collapse into a puddle of her own pee with her finger still rubbing her clit. She began to feel like a firework was exploding inside of her. Her body arched up and she gasped for air as she felt the most pleasurable explosion within her own body. With a smile, she laid on the cold ice. Another bit of pee left her sweet pussy lips and Elsa didn't even care.
  10. The first time I got drunk, happened when I was just a little more than fourteen years old. I was alone at home, my mother was at a party at some good friends. As I was born in France, and lived there for about twelve years, before we moved to Sweden, I was used to have a glass of wine mixed with water sometimes at dinner. Well, that evening I got bored being alone, and started to search all the cupboards at our home to find something, that could excite me. In my mother's bedroom I detected a shelf full of the sexiest and wonderfully beautiful underwears. Stuff, that I'd never seen my mother wear. I got really excited and began to try on the most gossamer silk panties and bras. OK, the bras didn't fit, I had hardly any breasts at that age. Then I found sexy garterbelts with pointlace, looking so cute. And there were lots of nylon stockings. Everything felt so nice to touch! I chose panties, a garterbelt and stockings, all of them sinfully black, and put them on. I had some difficulties to find out how to attach the garters to the stocking tops, but eventually I managed. I looked for a dress or a skirt, but they were all too big for me. Then I found a very cute, white petticoat. After having wound its waistband several turns, it fitted rather well. I completed with a very transparent, light red, silk blouse. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Wow!!! I thought I looked very sophisticated! I hitched up the petticoat. Wow again! I looked so sexy, I thought! I knew, I should have put those clothes back again, but I didn't expect my mother home for hours. So I kept them on and left the bedroom with a proud expression on my face. I thought something was missing though. Surely my face looked very pale and dull. I went to the bathroom and looked among her cosmetics. I put rouge on my cheeks. I liked the eyeliner, I'm proud of my drawing skill, and thought that I made very artistic and elegant eyelines. I smeared dark brown eyeshadow on my eyelids. With a brow pencil I hoped to make my eyebrows thinner and more elegant, finishing with a stylish turn on the ends. I didn't succeed to make my brows thinner; on the contrary actually. And the turns... they looked more like curbed sausages. But anyhow - not too bad for a beginner, I thought after several efforts. With the mascara I succeded very well. I have long eyelashes, and I brushed on a considerable amount of dark brown mascara on them. It made me look very seductive; that was my firm opinion. I finished with painting my lips with red lipstick. I was very pleased with the result, and could hardly tear myself from the mirror. Looking so very grown-up, I thought it would be quite alright to have a glass of wine. I went in to the living room and opened the liquor cabinet. There I caught sight of a bottle of sherry. I remembered, that I once been allowed to taste a few drops of sherry, and that I found it to taste delicious. I didn't think twice; I grabbed the bottle of sherry and quickly shut the cabinet. I wasn't sure of, which glass to choose. There were some rather small glasses, but I thought they were for strong spirits, and I was rather sure, that sherry was a wine. I chose one of the big wine glasses, and poured out a full glass. I tasted it. Yummy! It tasted even better than coca-cola! I brought the bottle and the glass with me to the living room, and sank down into an arm chair. I raised the glass in what I thought to be a sophisticated manner, and proposed a toast to myself. I went on proposing toasts to one friend after the other. The first glass was soon finished, and I poured out an other. I really liked sherry! I appointed it to be my favourite drink. Ever! For which I proposed another toast. By now I needed to pee. But not yet, I thought, I could easily hold on much longer. I emptied the second glass. I sensed a crave for biscuits, and stood up. I took a first step towards the kitchen, but it was like my legs no longer knew how to walk, and I stopped. I wobbled to and fro and then, suddenly, I found myself sitting in the chair again. I thought that was as it should; I didn't remember, why I stood up. Anyway, my head was kind of spinning, and I thought it was only wise to sit down. It was a funny feeling, like I was riding on a merry-go-round. I giggled. But the merry-go-round made me feel more in need to pee. I put a hand in between my thighs. The pettycoat road up, and I thought I looked very sexy in my mother's nylon stockings. I pressed my hand on the crotch of the black, sheer silk panties. I rubbed them gently against my pussy. It felt kind of good, and I thought there were no point in not to continue. So I did. After a while I realized, that my (well, my mother's) panties had become very wet from my pussy juices. Shit, what would my mother think? That thought didn't last long. Increasing feelings from my pussy took over every ounce of mental activity I might have had. I felt stronger and stronger twitches in my mimsy, and I was panting and moaning! I bounced and twisted myself around in the chair. I started to scream, and felt a strong spurt of pee coming out! Then another spurt and then I came in a mighty orgasm, making my sluices to open. It was like the orgasms never would stop to come! And I also peed like for ever. From some strange reason I wondered if my pee now tasted sherry. I cupped my hand under my pussy to fill it with pee. I managed to get a little, and brought it to my mouth and tasted it. It didn't taste as sherry at all. But it tasted good! "What are you doing!" It was my mother! It was like she'd emerged out of nowhere. I hadn't heard her coming. "Hi! You're already at home? Have you had a nice evening?" I thought the right thing was to be polite, although my last orgasm was still running riot in my pussy, and a last spurt of pee made its way through my... shit! I remembered - my mother's panties. I tried to stand up, and (miracle!) I succeded, but on very unsteady feet. Standing up I realized, that in the chair there was a big pool of my pee. With a splash I dipped back into the chair. "Victoria! You're drunk!" Yelled my mother. The rest was so painful, that I prefer to stop writing right now.
  11. Hello, Was feeling kinda aroused today and decided to spend my afternoon filling up and then hissing down my legs. Took a video. It's not the greatest quality but hopefully enjoyable enough for those that are into this sort of thing. Take care Stay wet and more importantly stay happy. Video 2013-03-10 3 27 39 PM.mov Edit: Sorry missed attachment the first time
  12. 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.
  13. rachelkirwan

    Wetting and Masturbating

    Version 1.0.0

    1,234 downloads

    A punk looking girl masturbates in her panties and pees them mid-way through. Enjoy, Rach

    Free

  14. Today, I did something really bad... Let's just say I got a little bit too comfortable with diapers. I was cleaning and I decided to take a nap. My dream felt so real, but I was only asleep for an hour I think. I knew I needed to go pee before I fell asleep but I was so tired from cleaning that once I hit my bed I was too lazy to move. I had a dream that I was on an island with him. We were stuck on this dangerous island with leopards and monkeys. (I always have nightmares, so it was pretty weird) I remember this leopard was running after me and I couldnt find him anywhere. I was so lost and so scared, I ran until I found a river. He was there, just throwing rocks in the water. All I can hear is a waterfall, and the closer I went towards him the louder the rocks made dripping sounds. He looked at me and laughed, he said "there you go wetting yourself again". I guess when I was running from that leopard I was so scared that I wet myself. He kissed me and I woke up! My jeans were wet and cold and I was so confused. I touched myself, I did something bad and that turns me on. Wetting my bed was a bad girl thing and I had to sleep in it to teach myself a lesson. I got up and tried to take off my jeans and threw them in the laundry room. I took pictures for him (he loves this stuff too) but I've realized right now is probably not the best time to send them to him, so I'm going to post them here... Etuhanlo, if you're reading this, have fun.
  15. Okay, so breaking away from the history of my omarashi interest, I'd like to share a little something I tried yesterday. I began my middle-of-the-week-weekend by sleeping in. The rain came down outside, and the gray clouds gathered densly, so it seemed to be much earlier in the morning than it actually was. However, because I slept so late, I woke up to a sharp twinge in my bladder, begging me to get up and go to the toilet. I refused to heed the warning, having also woken up extremely horny from dreams of peeing in public places (which I have very frequently). I got up, crossing my legs almost immediately as I stood. My bladder felt heavy, almost leaden as it sagged and sloshed inside of me. I was already very desperate, but too excited and thrilled by the tension to waste it all by using the bathroom. I stood in place for a minute, fidgeting until I had it under control. Then, once I felt like I could walk, I went the opposite way of my bathroom, downstairs, to let the dogs outside and get my morning drink of water. I wore a long night gown that hung down to my knees, and it was a light teal color, with little moons anhd clouds all over it and a small embroidered owl on the upper left hand chest area. I also wore a pair of white cotton ankle socks, but no underwear. Standing near the sliding glass door and sipping on my water, I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs. A distinct wetness started gathering between my thighs, but I was pretty sure that it was from my intense arousal and not from any leakage....yet. I sawlloed my water slowly, feeling its cool, refreshing taste as it trickled down my throat and into my stomach. I could almost feel the extra weight of it pressing down on my bladder as I finished the glass. I set my cup down on the bar by the door and waited for the dogs to finish doing their business. It seemed to take forever. One of them finished in a hurry and came to wait by the door to be let in, but the other wandered around the backyard, looking for the perfect spot. He walked around like that for five...ten...fifteen minutes! Before long, I was chewing my lip and trying not to hold myself, since I didn't weant to get my nightgown wet, and I was already very, very damp between my legs. Suddenly, I felt a tiny little trickle of warmth drip from my pee hole and down my inner leg. I let out a little gasp and bent over, pleading with my dog to hurry up, because I still wanted to hold long enough to play around some. It took him several more minutes, and by then I just gave up waiting on him. My bladder was throbbing, pulsing and stretched like a balloon inside my abdomen. I clenched my legs together and clamped down hard with my muscles to hold in the wave that was straining to come out, and the familiar tingling sensation in my groin made me want to let it go...but I managed not to release. Gaining some semblance of control, but unsure of how long it would last, I scrambled to get back upstairs to my office. I had read on these forums in wetting experiences how someone had peed in their office chair, and I liked doing that, but I really wanted to try something new. As I hurried up the steps, each movement made by bulging bladder bounce inside of me, and with nowhere left for the liquid to go, some of it leaked out. One step, one squirt. Two steps, two squirts.... I stopped when I finally made it to the top of the stairs and tried to regain control again, which I managed quickly, but now my inner thighs felt very slippery when I moved. I went into my bedroom to grab a towel so that I could clean up when I was done, and I also snagged my vibrator. Then I went into the offce and closed the door so that I could look in the mirror that's on the back of it and watch myself. I flopped down into my old, worn leather armchair. I've never done a wetting in it before, but I have been wanting to for awhile. So I popped out the footrest and reclined, spreading my legs apart as my bladder ached for relief. As I squirmed into a comfortable position, I started to pee a little involuntarily, and this time it took a little bit longer to stop it. I think I peed for about three or four seconds before I stopped again, and I could feel the warm liquid pooling slightly around my bare bottom. It made the leather feel slick like my legs. I slid my butt around on it a little, but then I remembered that I had my nightgown on...and I was partially sitting on it! I jumped up to survey the damage, but the sudden movement caused me to squirt a small trickle down my legs. I turned around to look at the back of my nightgown in the mirror and saw that, yes, the edge of it was wet. Oh well...I could always throw it into the wash with the towel. Then I figured if I was going to wash it anyway, why worry about it getting wet? I sat back down in my so far tiny puddle, letting the cotton fabric mop it up as I resituated myself before the mirror. Spreading my legs, I reached down with one hand and spread my lips apart with my fingers, exposing my wet opening and my pee hole to the mirror. By now I was shaking a little from trying to hold back, and I had to fumble some to grab my vibrator with the other hand. I turned it on, listening to the gentle buzz, and then pressed the head of it gainst my swollen, pulsing clit. The sudden shock of sensation was just too much. I kept trying to hold my pee in, tightening my muscles, but they gave out under the humming pressure of the vibrator. I watched in the mirror as it shot out of me, streaming in a golden arc, pattering softly on the leather seat and footrest. Once I started, I couldn't stop. I tried for a moment, but at last gave in, just letting it flow. I kept my lips apart so that I could watch the stream, unobstructed. It hissed loudly, and came out with such force that it hit my feet and soaked my socks. I don't know why, but that fact made me even more excited, and I came right in the middle of peeing! My body tightened, and I moaned as I just let my bladder empty the rest of its contents, flooding the chair and soaking the back of my pajamas. When the stream finally stopped, I pushed a little to get the rest out, rubbing the wetness against my hood and my lips. Then I slid my vibrator inside and came a second time in just minutes! Spent, exhuasted, and my bladder feeling so relieved, I sat there for a moment before I stripped off my socks and got up to clean the mess. I dripped a little onto the carpet, but it wasn't anything I couldn't clean up. I mopped up all the evidence from the leather chair and wiped it down with a clorox wipe. After that, and throwing my now soaked pjs, socks, and towel into the washer, nobody would have ever known what happened except for me...and now you too!
  16. Hi team! This morning I woke up wanting to jerk it and having to pee, so I thought...why not do both!? This is a video of me jerking it for a bit, peeing all over the floor, then finishing myself off. (Note, I worked on myself quite a bit before I started recording, so don't think I came too quickly :p ) I'm new here and haven't been able to find any place to request pics or videos from each other... If there are any ladies in the community that want to get a pic/video swap going with me, PM me and we can start something up! IMG_0395.avi
  17. JUFD-018 scene1.avi Submitted by: chazzi Submission Date: : 27 Sep 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Skirt Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Unspecified A girl masturbate watching watering a neighbor, and it happens again, she wets her panties! I posted a tale in a comic way in section artwork, here is the link EL riego (Watering) Click here to download this file
  18. wetman22

    New Xtube Video

    Just found this a few minutes ago on Xtube. I don't think it's been posted. If it has I apologize in advance. Hope you all enjoy :) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=XKZSA-S402-#.VXPjFNzYUYo
  19. tach14

    Jane Gone For a Hike

    J ch. 4 Gone for a Hike Jane woke up early Saturday morning anticipating the adventure she has planned out all week. She finally has the perfect time and weather to go hiking alone. This weekend her town is having a festival, so everyone will most likely be there while Jane can hike alone in the forest. Today Jane is going to be a little naughty in the woods. She yawns and stretches. Jane climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom. Her bladder is full from a long nights sleep. Jane shivers as she sits herself down on the cold toilet seat. A slow trickle followed by a loud hiss splatters the toilet bowl as Jane decides this is the last time she uses the toilet for today. She wipes and flushes. Jane decides to wear a black sweater, which hugs her breasts tightly. She puts on a light wash pair of skinny jeans that tightly grab her curvy hips and dig into her lower abdomen. Jane giggles at her choice of underwear. She holds up a light pink pair of cotton panties with white polka dots and lace decoration that lines the waistband. She slips on a pair of UGG boots and smiles. Jane admires herself in the mirror turning around to inspect her curves. Jane finishes up in her room. Then she quick makes breakfast, brews a large coffee, and grabs her bag before heading out the door. Jane's bag contains 2 bottled waters, a large soda, 1 diaper from her original pack, and a roll of toilet paper in case things get too out of control. Jane gets in her car and begins her 20 minute journey to the hiking trails. Jane sips on her coffee as she drives. Coffee really makes her urgent for the toilet. She remembers a time at work drinking too much coffee and feeling her bladder fill quickly. Jane is now able to relax and embrace this sensation all alone. As Jane drives, she brainstorms naughty ideas of what to put herself through in the woods. Her favorite and most daring thought is to become as desperate as possible after drinking the coffee and water, and then find a secluded spot off the trail to strip naked and hold on until she is bursting. Then she will slip on a diaper to control everything. Jane will save the soda for afterwards. Jane shivers in excitement as she finally arrives at the hiking trails. She gulps down the rest of her coffee, grabs her bag and leaves the car. There is a breeze which blows her soft curly hair and sends a shudder down her back. Jane enters the trail casually taking her time and enjoying the peaceful surroundings. As she walks, Jane takes out the first bottled water and sips on it occasionally. Each cool gulp travels down filling her bladder. Jane continues down the path taking in the breathtaking scenery of the thick forest. The birds singing and the trees swaying with the breeze. As Jane admires the sights, signs of a filling bladder start to show. Her bladder is slightly bloating, which tightens the waist of her jeans causing them to begin to dig into her bladder. Jane finishes the first water with ease and continues walking. Her cute pink polka dotted panties are beginning to ride up between her buttcheeks and slightly into her pussy. Jane pushes the discomfort aside and continues hiking. Along the trail, Jane spots a bench and sits for a rest. She opens the last water bottle and gulps it down. Her bladder is now bulging and Jane urge to pee is becoming a bigger discomfort. She bounces one knee while massaging her lower abdomen. This helps a little, but she squirms and crosses her legs feeling more desperate to pee. Jane lets out a deep breath and decides to stand and continue to hike. She walks every few steps and stops to hold herself with one hand pressing on her pussy. Her nipples harden as Jane realizes she can't hold on much longer. A moan escapes her as she crosses her legs again. Jane's bulging bladder is in a desperate need of a release. She massages her breasts with one hand squeezing them and hardening her nipples while using her other hand to hold her pee in. Jane's pussy becomes damp from the excitement and a small wet patch forms on her panties. Jane's bladder is now full to burst and she gasps as a jolt of pain hits her bladder doubling her over to struggle to hold it in. She almost lost it Jane thought. Jane decides it's time to find a spot to relieve herself. She finds a mostly covered area surrounded by a few bushes. Jane sets down her bag and pulls off her sweater exposing her boobs. A cool breeze gives her goosebumps and Jane moans in protest. She pee dances in the little clearing; Jane closes her eyes, and massages both her beasts. Relieving some tension. She unbuttons her jeans and pulls them to her ankles. Then Jane hears voices. This breaks her from her blissful trance. Shocked, Jane quickly looks for a new hiding spot. The voices are coming closer. Jane spots a small bridge, which has a creek running below it. Jane moments from setting herself, snatched her bag and sweater and stumbles with her jeans at her feet and boobs exposed toward the bridge. Jane's bladder contracts again causing a warm jet of pee to dampen the front of her panties. Jane makes it under the bridge just as the voices pass out of range. There is just enough room for her to sit under the bridge without getting wet. She quickly pulls her panties down and fumbles around for her diaper in her bag. As she desperately tries to find the diaper, she knocks the toilet paper out her bag, and watches it roll into the creek, and float away. She cusses to herself in frustration. Her tired bladder swells in agony. She whimpers in desperation searching for the diaper. Jane's bladder contracts again squirting hot pee out of her aching pussy and onto the forest floor. The pee runs down her legs, and wets her panties and her jeans a bit. Jane finally grabs the diaper halfway through her pee and quickly puts it on. She squirms as the rest of her pee is soaked up by her diaper. Now exposed, Jane can't wait any longer. She thrusts a hand into her diaper rotating her index and forefinger into her soaked pussy. Jane takes her other free hand and shoves it down the back of her diaper; running her fingers along her asscheeks until she reaches her anus. Jane begins thrusting her pussy and her index finger up her anus at the same time. Jane moans and moans thrusting quicker and deeper into herself, sloshing her regions with warm pee. She rocks back and forth under the bridge faster and faster until she lets out a sharp gasp as she gloriously climaxes. Jane gasps for air as she collects herself. She inspects the damage. Her panties are soaked and now has nowhere to put them and her jeans have wet spots on them from where the pee had gathered at her feet. She sadly tosses them aside onto the forest floor. She puts her diaper back on along with her sweater and jeans. The diapers shape in only visible at her bottom of her ass in her jeans. Jane giggles at the sight of herself. She gathers her bag and hikes back to the path. Jane reaches into her bag and takes out her large soda bottle. It fizzes all around her mouth as she sips it down. Jane knows her bladder will fill again soon with a stronger urge to pee. The diaper sloshes pee up her buttcrack and over her pussy as she walks. Jane loves this sensation and sways her hips more as she walks. Bouncing her ass more with each step. Jane finishes the soda and puts it back in her bag. Ahead, there is a fork in the trail. One sign points right. It has a bathroom sign on it. The sign pointing left has a chain over the path. The trail is closed off due to some downed trees. Jane would normally take the path leading to a bathroom, but today she will risk going around a few trees. Jane steps over the chain and follows the trail. She encounters a few downed trees, which she easily climbs over. Jane's bladder is filling again, a little sooner than she is hoping for. She wanted to reach the end of the trail before peeing again. As Jane stumbles along the trail. Her bladder is bulging again. Her already aching bladder is starting to become desperate for a release. Jane bites her lip and crosses her legs. She is determined to meet her goal. Her bladder is now full and swollen. Jane takes a hand and grabs her crotch. She is losing control and can't wait much longer. A jolt of her bladder sends a jet of hot pee into her diaper. Jane crosses her legs; grabbing her crotch moans in desperation. Jane sees the opening in the trees. The end of the trail! She stumbles closer and closer. A few more squirts of pee escape. Jane reaches the end, panting and gasping for air. She can't control her bladder any longer and her muscle contracts flooding her diaper with more warm pee. Janes sighs in relief as pee trickles into her soaked diaper. The diaper is extremely full and is very noticeable to anyone nearby. As Jane collects her thoughts, the voices return. The group of hikers are also exiting the trail. She starts off walking at a brisk pace afraid to go any faster. Her full diaper is unable to absorb the remaining pee from her recent incident. If Jane speeds up, the diaper may leak and wet her jeans. Jane finally arrives at the parking lot noticing a small school bus. That explains all the hikers. She wondered naughtily what the hikers faces would have looked like if they discovered her in the woods naked and peeing herself. Jane reaches her car and carefully sits herself in. Her diaper squishes around her ass. She shivers with pleasure. She starts her car and admires her actions over the course of the morning. Jane drives home remembering she can't use a toilet for the whole day. What else could she put herself through? -End
  20. View File Peeing and Masturbating Well the title says almost everything you need to know, for those who are into this sort of thing. *** Nudity Warning, *** Enjoy and happy holidays! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/24/2017 Category Peeing  
  21. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    I hate that I’ve fallen into this current depressing stress-wave, and on February, my favorite time of the year. But never mind that, once work lightens up, I’ll have some time to breathe…the fresh aroma of my rolled-up shitty diaper of course. Here’s yet another unpolished drawing, this time of Piranha from Jet Set Radio. I loved the first game on the Dreamcast, the second one not so much, and that’s only because my version would always freeze on the last level, and I never beat it. Furthermore on the first game, Piranha is one of the coolest looking characters in the game, but you only unlock her like right before the final boss fight. That’s just not enough time to enjoy using her. Well…enjoy the image, or not, I’m going back to my dark work pit, and drawing on my breaks.
  22. Hybrid C18

    My Trip In Las Vegas

    I went to Las Vegas with my family for about 3 days and I wanted to do something really fun in the Hotel Room when they were absent. My parents went to a Country Concert while I was staying in the Hotel Room of Monte Carlo and I was really bored. I went down to the casino to get Chinese Food for Dinner so I can take it to go in my room. I finished eating and I decided to go on my laptop to find any interesting omorashi videos on Omorashi.org and I found a really good one I downloaded which was a Girl peeing & masturbating right beside the Train Tracks. I got turned on and I decided to take a shower while I was peeing in the shower. Peeing in the Hotel Room Shower felt really good it made me aroused and it gave me an a idea. I finished taking a shower and I put my laptop on the bathroom floor then I grabbed my Plastic-Paper Cup of Soda (I poured it out in the sink) so I can masturbate with it (I don't like to touch my Johnson directly) so I can have some fun on the bathroom floor. I was watching that video I downloaded and sucking in & out my Johnson with cup and it felt so good like I was in the zone just like that girl in the video. I kept going back n' forth and back n' forth until I came into the cup and it felt so damn good. Later after that I cleaned myself with Baby Wipes, washed the cup, sprayed frebreez, and peed in the toilet (girl style). I had a great time!
  23. girl strip, masturbate then wet diaper View File A little film i had her make for me, just thought some of you might like it. Submitter orpcamuh Submitted 10/23/2015 Category Female Wetting  
  24. I am, as some of you probably already have noticed, very exhibitionistic. There are in two different ways I love to be watched. One is showing myself in public; most of my stories are about doing "naughty" things in public places and get caught by some girl/girls I didn't know before. The other is to be watched by an other girl (or girls), who I know, wetting myself and masturbating. It could be anywhere, at home, at the beach... But I want her to watch me, not doing anything herself, she has to concentrate on me. Ok, maybe she's allowed to finger herself if she's getting aroused :p . I have a couple of friends, who really like to watch me; I guess they're quite voyeristic! lol I quite often use to ask some of them to watch me. I get really, really horny knowing they're watching me and that they get horny seeing me! So now I wonder if there are others who also like to be "naughty" in the presence of someone you know. Or maybe it's just me being a freak asking friends to watch me?
  25. chazzi

    Squirting/Wetting

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    This is probably one of the hottest ever masturbating videos I have ever seen. So in this video a girl sits in the hallway masturbating and she squirts convincingly (and naturally) several times as she makes super hot sounds. What makes this video particularly hot is that she isn't doing some sort of spectacular gushing porn star orgasm, which none of us could ever aspire to (without years of practice and 'magic' genitalia). Instead the girl squirts naturally as she pleasures herself. I should say that she quirts a lot and several times. The most I've ever squirted (or more accurately leaked) is a tiny amount. For wetting aficionados you will appreciate the patterns and wet spots which are created on the floor as she squirts. **** Warning **** Nudity - Breasts While this is a masturbation video, it is also tasteful, so all we can see is the girls breasts and nothing very clearly below the waist. Source from Tumblr (see watermark). Enjoy! Rach

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