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So, this thought just randomly struck me. I can remember events pretty well from when I was five onwards. However, my memory of my days of potty training are very vague, brief flashes at best. Does anyone here actually recall in a fair amount of detail any memories from those days?

I've been on this site for quite a while now, but always as a lurker, since I don't really have content to contribute, and since I'm generally not looking to make friends here (no offense to you guys, most of you seem nice), but I thought that I should celebrate the new year and my personal 5th anniversary on the site with a look back at my favorite content that I've found on this site, by this site (all of which happen to be stories, hence the title of this post.) I should mention that I'm only going to include finished stories for the actual top 5; I'll include unfinished or dropped sto

Though I have very few memories of actually witnessing people in desperate situations, I do have a few. Decided to share one. When I was in elementary, probably 1st-2nd grade, I was in a dance class. We'd usually practice dances for events outside of school, like performing at disneyland and such. We'd go on long, long rides all the way to perform. I always kinda hated the long rides as a kid, thanks to my car sickness. Bathroom breaks weren't something anyone really worried about during those long rides. We were all too busy joking and talking to eachother, watching m

Now our experiences, and the memories we make of them, are some things that shape us, and who we eventually become, other factors. A vast majority of the site members are into omo. Now, I believe omo or messing experiences, even before one realizes that are into it, helps shape who they become, especially early memories which ¨stick¨ easier to understanding and connecting the dots. For me, my earliest memory was when I was about five or so. Due to being premature, while potty trained, I was still padded, as I apparently, according to some old documents I found, suffered from encopresis an

View File How it Started In this video Sosha takes us back to how she first got started in her wetting fetish. She tells us about how she first started experimenting with wetting, how she did it, and how she hid the evidence from her family. More than just an interview, Sosha reenacts one of her early experiences for the camera. Combined with the interview where she tells us about the experience, we are treated to a very intimate look into Sosha’s earliest explorations into her kink. Along the way, we are treated to an awesome jeans wetting video wher

We all have them. Those "firsts" that turn you into what you are now. I am here to ask where it all started? Mine was Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty. I never thought it would be a turn on. I was only 12 at the time, since then, I kept it to myself until this year. I have always had fantasies. So knowing I am an author, I wanted to share and write some of those fantasies, not keep it to myself. Regardless to how my mind is screaming "don't". I believe it's the right thing to do. To share my experience and in turn, hear others. So feel free to express what has brought you here!

After several Hours of long and peaceful sleep, Blu finally woke up. The macaw stretched his wings and headed towards his bedroom window. Blu then looked outside to see that it was still daytime and that it was only the middle of the afternoon. "huh" the macaw had said with a smile, " looks like I still have some time to goof off a little before the kids come back", The macaw made his way towards the door. energized and now fully ready to begin his day, he began to take off into the sky. Blu felt a little bad that he wasn't heading his way towards Jewel to help her with the kids and the v

The Autobiography of a Fetish. This is an extremely lengthy and updated personal history of my own sexuality and fetishes and has been written simply to help me to understand myself a little better. Through the act of putting things down on paper (metaphorically speaking!) and the thought that is required to do that I hope to shed some light on my own inner workings. Let me state right from the beginning that I enjoy my fetishes, and have no desire to spoil the enjoyment I derive from thinking, fantasising, and actually practising. There are times when I would like