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Here we have a few babes that definitely need help getting cleaned up and put in a diaper. First, we have this pretty horny one playing with herself and peeing her pants. She pulls them down, shows her cute kitty, and keeps going. Yum. hornywetting.mp4 Second up is a fine woman pissing and shitting in her nice blue panties. Just hotness with how much she loves it. What a messy girl. bluepanties.mp4 Last and never least is this beauty farting and pooping herself. Honestly, I didn't think she was going the whole time until she finally pulled her jeans down. Talk about a big surprise in those panties. fartsandpoop.mp4

How often do the users of this forum masturbate? Are you a man, woman, or nb? Are you in a relationship?

This is a something I've wanted to start on for a while. It's the first thing I've really focused on writing in years, so it's probably lacking in a lot of areas, but hopefully it's good enough for some people to enjoy! Though the plot is slightly different and there will be some changes to specific characters personality traits, this series is based heavily on the Wanko to Kurasou universe. --- Right now I just have the first two chapters done. Feel free to offer feedback and suggestions/ideas here if you would like!

Hi, so this is my first time writing and I can't guarantee that whatever this is it will be pursued fervently, but I want to do something a little bit more creative with my thoughts regarding my sexuality and this scenario has played out in my dreams enough that I want to start with it. Warning, there will be sexual content but not in every chapter, and there will be lots of nudity, but the nudity will not always be sexual. This is not an omorashi first story either, and although omorashi will be included because it is a fetish of mine, it will not be featured in every chapter nor be a major plot point, at least at the beginning. I also have a mild form of Asperger's syndrome, so I feel that I will be able to create better characters that are more similar to me in the way I think, as opposed to neurotypical character that are often difficult for me to grasp. I will initially keep all characters above 18, however if it seems safe to do so I will include ages 15 and up, not because I am particularly attracted to people that young as a 20 year old cis straight white male, but more because I am particularly attracted to people who haven't quite figured out their sexuality, are shyer, and retain youthful attitudes, and this is easier to write in with younger characters. But for now I will stick to 18. I'd appreciate feedback if possible! Chapter 1: Elisa and Saturday Night at the gym Elisa had just started her first year at her university. Although far from her home in New Jersey, she was excited to begin a life of her own and adventure to new places, both physically and mentally. She had grown up in a very religious household, and although everyone in the household was practicing, her parents were good enough to her that they were not too overbearing. Her father was Puerto Rican and her mother was Dominican, and they had met in English class shortly after each of them moved to the USA. Elisa was the oldest having turned 18 last week, and she had one younger sister who was starting 8th grade at age 13, and a brother starting 4th grade at age 9. Although she loved her family very much, the day to day ruses in her household were difficult to manage at times, and she was looking forward to a change of scenery. Elisa's life was complicated as lives should be. There was nothing terrible, tragic, or traumatic about it but life is existentially hard to comprehend, especially in Elisa's case of a mild form of Asperger's syndrome, which gave her a depth of knowledge about a plethora of topics, including politics, geography, public transportation, art history, and really almost anything. Some people considered her to lack personality and be emotionally stoic due to the vast majority conversational interactions being infused with random facts and snippets. But apart from how she might be perceived, Elisa is a very emotional person. Well, not usually outwardly although she does cry from time to time in her bedroom. But like most people with Asperger's, Elisa had chronic depression. It was nothing severe and a manageable mental illness, but it made her feel even more isolated in the way she sees the world. Her quest at this stage in her life is to understand the world as best she can from observation and curiosity. At home she frequently took trips on the PATH to go to New York, and starting in high school she got a bike that could transport her to many medium distance places in North Jersey. But because her family was poor, they could not afford a car, so Elisa did not have a driver's license. That was okay for her though, because she was content with the current situation. For Elisa, life is hard, but the joyful moments make it worth living. As a practicing and believing Catholic, Elisa was well versed on the acts that should be avoided to prevent sin. She was not naïve to the nature of sex, but rather discouraged from participating in anything too promiscuous. Her mother had taught her about it when she was 9 in anticipation of menstruation, and since then she has read quite a bit on the topic and understands human nature when it comes to sexual matters. She has been catcalled or stared at more times than she could count while in public, and while these definitely bother her, she has not been protruded from participating in activities she loves because of it. However, as much as she understands sex from a knowledge standpoint, Elisa is rather unpracticed when it comes to understanding her own sexuality. In high school she also participated in an activity called drum and bugle corps or "drum corps" for short, and while there she had to get used to the idea of communal showers. Being naked in the presence of other girls her age was something she was used to and could tolerate, and as a result she was very comfortable in her own body. There she also discovered that she is mostly straight with perhaps a slight curiosity towards women. But her alone time is limited at her house, and because of the religious nature of her household, she does not want to risk anything about her sexuality being found out by her parents. The only time she ever gets time to herself is in the bathroom because her bedroom is shared with her sister, and she has a habit of taking long showers for the purpose of getting herself off. She knows of at least one fetish of hers, that being omorashi and pee holding. Though she has done it herself a few times, she finds herself most turned on when she sees guys struggle to hold it. It is this that gets her off half the time, whether she is reading or watching erotic material on her phone in the bathroom or just in the shower playing. However, she has not yet had a boyfriend, she has not yet seen a guy naked, and she has not often gone to any parties with people her age. Her parents seldom had to worry about Elisa's doings outside the house due to her Asperger's making many of the risky activities unappealing. Elisa hoped to change some of this at college though. She hoped to get a boyfriend, though she didn't want to force it, rather have it happen organically instead. She also hoped to see a guy naked at some point and/or attend a party of some sort, not to be risky with herself, but instead to observe. This really was a new stage in her life. Elisa had just enrolled in a small-ish liberal arts college in upstate New York near the Adirondacks (this is no particular real life school, I'm basing the school size off my own but I don't want to reveal where I am enrolled, so I picked the Adirondacks because the setting feels right). She got in on scholarships, both for her intellect and her status as the first in the family to attend college. The first week of classes have gone well so far, and the weekend has finally arrived. Elisa spent most of Saturday playing games and watching TV with her roommate, Jordyn. Her roommate and she also did some homework, but after a while they had both gotten tired and decided to move onto TV. This first week, Elisa had discovered that the fitness center was open 24 hours. One simply needed to tap their card and they were allowed in. The same was also true for the pool, however you needed to prove your ability to swim in order to go in without a lifeguard. (There was a multi campus lifeguard standby program so that appropriate lifeguards could be notified if the cameras showed something in which someone needed to intervene. If it was required, there was a button that could drain the entire pool at a high flow rate to provide air to any drowning victims. There was also a breathalyzer that would lock access to any inebriated students). Elisa took the test on Thursday and she now has swipe access to the pool for 24 hours. She found that exercising at night was the best way for her to be active and blow off steam. Fewer people were working out at midnight, making any semblance of social anxiety rest easy on her. She would typically arrive to the gym at 11:30, run on the treadmill for 20 minutes, do weights for 15 minutes, then go to the locker room, change into her swimsuit, use the pool for 15 minutes, come back to the locker room, shower, change into her pajamas, and head back to her dorm to go to bed. She had worked out every day this week except Wednesday, and she used the pool on Thursday and Friday. Her routine was beginning to set itself in and she was starting to get used to the schedule. It was 11:20 on Saturday when Elisa got ready to go to the gym. She got changed into her workout clothes (a purple tank top, white sports bra, gray yoga pants that cut off at the thigh as well as neon yellow spandex boy shorts underneath), and was about to say bye to Jordyn until she realized Jordyn was passed out watching TV in the lounge. Elisa walked by Jordyn, out the door, and over to the fitness center. She was carrying her bag with her swimsuit and pajamas, as well as her large water bottle. Her towel and shower supplies she kept in a locker at the fitness center. On her way over to the gym, she heard lots of voices and screaming all around her. It was yet another party night on campus, and although Elisa was curious, she persisted to the gym. She arrived to the locker room and dropped off all her nonessential items for working out. She realized she needed to pee but then a thought occurred to her: she hadn't indulged herself at all since arriving to campus, mostly because she was rarely ever alone. Perhaps she could play a game with herself and hold her pee as long as she could while working out so that she could release some sexual libido before heading back to her dorm. Consequently, that's what Elisa decided to do. She laid all of her belongings in her locker except for her water bottle, phone, earbuds, and face towel and walked out of the locker room toward the gym. Elisa drank about a third of a 1.5 liter bottle before she started running on the treadmill. 5 minutes in she started getting cramps and realized that she really should have stretched if she were to drink that much. Cramps aside, she made it through all 20 minutes and began to feel a slight twinge in her bladder. The gym was fairly sparse with only about 10 people working out, so there was no need to wait for any equipment. Elisa drank another 300mL or so before starting her quick weight routine. She did her biceps and shoulders with moderately heavy dumbbells (for her size and gender), and then moved onto the tricep machine. Elisa drank another 200mL before the triceps, followed by another 200mL after. It helped that her body needed the water, so it was absorbed into her system quickly preventing bloating and other discomfort. Elisa usually finished her gym portion after the triceps, but because she was feeling so mischievous and because her bladder was starting to give her warning signs, she fathomed another idea: she would do a few reps of the seated knee raise machine to challenge herself. Elisa walked over to the machine, set the weight at the right level and began the reps. Around the 7th or 8th rep she felt another twinge in her urethra that lasted a few seconds. She could feel the fluids building up and the pleasure mounting. As she raised her knees on the 8th rep she shivered and shuddered as her need to pee was ringing the doorbell in her brain. On her tenth and final rep, she let out a soft moan, uncharacteristic for her as she tends to be quite quiet in public, before finally relaxing. She didn't need to go so bad that she was in danger of spurting, but the experience was scary and exhilarating nonetheless. It wouldn't exactly be accurate to say Elisa was dry either, as the garments that covered her nether regions were already fairly damp from sweat since the treadmill. But perhaps her boys gotta were slightly damper because of the juices that may have escaped as her labia parted and lubricated itself. After her indulgence with the leg raising machine, Elisa was ready to return to her locker to prepare for the short swim. On the way over, she finished her final 300mL and refilled the water bottle. She was thinking about how excited and antsy she felt about what she was doing, being in public was especially energizing. She passed a guy who was walking into the gym and couldn't help but bite her lip at the small protruberance visible in his black running shorts. She had never seen a bare penis before except in images and some rated R movies, but she was yet inclined to lay her own eyes on a real one. Wouldn't it be something if I could catch one while I was here today. What if I were to walk into the locker room and see a guy just standing there playing with it? Elisa thought to herself. Alas, this fantasy lived up to its designation as a fantasy, and she arrived to an empty women's locker room as usual. Usual, however, was the baritone audiation emanating from the right side of the locker room, where the toilets and showers were. She realized that she could hear any conversation coming from the men's side, and the their toilets were likely opposite the women's as the conversation seemed to be more of an echo. Elisa discovered the vent in the wall that carried the sound she out her ear up to it and listened in. "Yo, you ready?" said one guy. "Nah man, Imma take a piss first. Them white claws gotta come out one way o 'nother, and I ain't be barfin' today" said the other. Elisa noticed that the end of this clause seemed slightly louder than the beginning, indicating that it was directed closer to her. "Aight man, 'll see ya inside" the first replied. Elisa heard a door creak and some footsteps walk toward her. The vent she was at was in the southeast corner of the room if north were the direction you face when you walk in. She heard some nasal breathing near the east side of the women's room, the west side of the men's. She then heard the soft patter of the guys pee in the nearby urinal. It then coalesced into a solid tone indicative of a stream. Elisa couldnt ignore the urge to touch herself, and began to rub her damp yoga pants. Her need to pee was also slightly heightened, but not yet to the point of bursting. The stream in the urinal dragged on and Elisa kept rubbing herself through the fabric, feeling the pleasure of hearing a guy pee this close. The stream kept going and a small spurt escaped Elisa. She had trouble convincing herself not to continue the pleasurable feelings, but finally the stream tapered and Elisa calmed down. She then heard footsteps walk away and the door creak open and shut again. Ew, thought Elisa, if you're going to be that hot you should at least be hygienic about it. She inspected the squirt both visually and with her nose, and decided that she better get to the pool before she bursts and ruins her fun. Elisa removed her sneakers and socks and walked over to her locker, ready to begin her final exercise before sexual ecstasy. ____ Sorry to leave it here, I intended to stop at a slightly different point but my hands are getting cold from typing and I want to have something posted before I continue so I can get some feedback. Let me know what you think!

Soooo...after several years, I decided to give writing a try once more. Needed something to distract myself. Don´t expect this shit to be good x3 Not even sure whether there will be another part. Maybe. Maybe not. Dunno... Beachside training Today was a sunny day... "Huff...huff...huff..." As in: a perfectly sunny day. With no fog, no clouds, nothing at all obstucting the hot afternoon sun as it was burning down on the beach and sea below. Perfect indeed to lie down on the warm sand and work on a tan... "Huff...huff...puff..." Perfect also to go for a quick dip in the sea or to eat some ice cream – preferably in the shade of one of the palm trees or a large parasol... "Huff...huff – Ohh-fuck...all this!" Tracers body slumped against the back wall of a small, beachside kiosk, advertising the sale of such delicious treats – if it weren´t for the fact that it was closed! Indeed, the only thing today´s hot and sunny weather definitely was not perfect for...would be jogging. I can´t believe I have to torture myself like this! I mean this can´t be healthy, right? Running around in this heat? It was a question the brunette girl had asked herself several times already. Each time with greater unwillingness to continue her supposed training program. Her eyes went out to the sea, the perfectly blue water, almost teasing her to go for a quick swim...and perhaps a quick, relaxing nap on the beach right after. .... Except that she couldn´t – not without risking yet another lecture from a certain doctor. "Oh no Lena, you gotta work on your stamina more. You gained some weight lately. As an Overwatch agent, you are required to stay in shape...ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CALLING ME FAT, YOU BLOODY HAG?!" Despite merely muttering under her breath, the last part came out more as suppressed yelling as the girl couldn´t help but vent her frustration by slamming her hand against the kiosk´s wooden planks. Calm down Lena, calm down...you know that Angela is right. You need to do this... Slowly and reluctantly, Tracer rose again from the ground, brushing some sand off her blue gym shorts. She had to carry on with her training – it couldn´t be that much more, right? Right?! A quick glance at her wrist-mounted health monitor led to disappointment however: You kidding me? Only three kilometers...? That couldn´t be true! It had to be at least five! There was no way she only jogged that far... Yet there was no denying hard numbers... "Rubbish! At this rate I´ll spend the entire afternoon doing Angela´s stupid training!" Tracer clenched her fist, finally coming to a decision: She´d rather face the disappointed lecture from Angela yet again, than waste this entire afternoon running off her alleged pudginess! Determined, she turned towards the row of large palm trees, lining the upper half of the beach. Sure, she had no towel to lie on. But for just a little nap, she was more than fine resting on the naked sand.... ...naked.... Her lips shaped into a mischievous little grin as that idea crossed her mind. After all, there were surprisingly few people at the beach, considering the perfect weather. Perhaps that explains why that bloody kiosk was closed! And even if someone saw her getting naked, what did she care? If people wanted to stare, so be it. She chuckled as she dashed across the warm sand, towards the shade of the trees, already fumbling around with her jersey and pulling it over her head as she ran. Boobs are...FREE! "Lena?! What are you- WATCH OUT!!" A familiar voice reached her ears as she was running with the jersey blocking her view for a couple of brief yet fatal seconds. Wait, isn´t that- "Waaaahhh!" Next she felt was her right foot stumbling over something and next moment – the fall. "Ooof!" At the very least, the impact was rather soft on the sand. Yet even without seeing, Tracer knew that this had to be one of her more awkward moments as she laid there, flat and face down in the sand. I really hope I didn´t actually trip over another person...oh please, don´t make this any more awkward.... The brunette could feel soft steps next to her and a warm hand placed on her back. "Lena? Are you...hurt?" "Nope. I´m fine...sorry." And now, at last, she recognized the voice. "...Mei? That you? Are you hurt?" Lena felt a soft tug on her top, which was still stuck around her head and the same gentle hand from her back now pulling it off of her. Still embarrassed, she rolled around on her back, looking up into the other girls soft and cute face. "I´m okay. Don´t worry. You...kinda tripped over me but I guess you didn´t see me with your...shirt..." Despite the situation, Tracer couldn´t help but smirk as a deep, red blush appeared on Mei´s face. "Umm, Lena....? You´re...not wearing a bra...?" "Like I need one for these two baby oranges~" Immediately she could feel her eyes being tied to the much more impressive cleavage of the girl above her. Now those are some top-tier watermelons...

Hello, I was wondering if there are any other folks out there, mainly men, who have peculiar or specific ways of 'getting off.' I don't mean that there needs to be a physical object present, or a certain song, or anything else in the sense that it helps you get off. I mean in the sense that your tactile, self-stimulation is different than the vast majority of other (in this case) men. So I know a lot of men, if not all, will grip their shaft with their fingers or their whole hand and palm, and utilize a stroking, up-and-down motion to self-stimulate. Hence all the jokes about men and their dominant hand and arm being completely jacked with big muscles. However, in my particular case, I don't do that. I've tried really hard, but I get zero pleasure from it. I instead like to sit down or lay on my front, use my non-dominant hand, sometimes squeeze my legs together, and push/press my dick downwards with the tip of my p*nis and the top part of my dick being stimulated. I'm mostly asking other men, but if anyone else is aware of this sort of peculiarity and has some insights, advice, answers, I would really appreciate it. It's hard for me and my gf to have and enjoy sex when my piece doesn't get stimulated normally like the more common method(s).

Allison is a nice and elegant lady but one day she's going to have a messy accident that will awaken a secret love for diapers. Will she succumb to her desires or repress them to keep on being the perfect lady?. Cap 1. The lady routine. Allison is perfect. Ask anyone who knows her, she was always the best student on high school, she's pretty, she is good at sports. But most importantly, she behaves, no one could blame you if you thought she was a princess, but instead she's on her way on finishing highschool. At 18 years old and close on doing her casting Allison's life was perfect, but perfection comes with a cost. Allison not only has to keep herself in form by doing excersise, but she also needs to shave regularly, she had a hormonal problem that made her grow more hair than the avarage girl... and the avarage man. If not kept on check Allison's perfect body would be covered with hair. She also needed to keep her liquid consumption controlled bacause she used to wet the bed when children and sometimes she used to have accidents back then. But these sacrifices where worth it for her, perfection was never supposed to be cheap, until one day, Allison would make a mistake that will awaken who she really was, and it all started with...

View File 3 Clips from NanananJapan - PH I basically 'discovered her' 😉 But she's put up some new content and I love it. Mix of peeing, wetting, pullups, masturbation, squirting, and more! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/06/2022 Category Female  

This guy really got worked up from wetting himself. I understand that completely. I like how his boxers slowly slide down a little as he pisses them. Sometimes, you just can't help it. It can be a very erotic experience. You already lost control in your shorts, might as well cum too. Enjoy. Pissing my pants and cumming.mp4

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View File 🎮 Gamer Girl - Nude Bedwetting lying on my tummy! I am so hooked on playing animal crossing on my NintendoSwitch lately. I was chilling in bed naked (being the little nudist that I am sometimes) 😉 And I needed to pee. I love being able to just let it all go in bed whenever I feel the urge to pee! Its soooo relaxing and hot! Hope you all enjoy this clip as much as I did making it 💕 As always, here's some screenshots below. Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 07/02/2021 Category AliceWetting  

View File Peeing in the classroom I was very focused in class and didn't realize how much water I've been ... After begging my teacher over and over again the teacher didn't let me go to the bathroom... (That bastard seems to like to see me suffer!) So I couldn't hold back my pee anymore and went through the embarrassment of peeing in the classroom!! The teacher was very upset and spanked my buttocks until they were red as punishment... and even made me to go home without my wet panties.... I still can't believe what he did to me and how horny I get when I'm thinking about that.... Submitter melikai Submitted 08/07/2022 Category Female  

Enjoy, https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6047a8e7ab73a Rach

View File WA-433 Swimsuit Changing Room Masturbation Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 06/19/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File Sasha Cane Plastic Nappy: Wet milky bed Warning: nudity Sasha is waking up in bed, has a nice little bottle of milk, gets out of her pajamas, wets her diaper and finally starts masturbating completely naked Submitter Cathyva Submitted 06/15/2022 Category Female