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  1. Hey so I've been thinking a bit more on this lately- Any of you guys ever feel the intense desire to experience peeing as a different sex? Like, biologically? Because there are some significant differences. Some are obvious, but others, less obvious, as I've learned through the years. We have physical differences that mean we can pee in different ways, but there are also so many other interesting things to consider to. So to start on a personal note, when I was a kid I was always really jealous of boys because I wanted so badly to be able to pee in a way that seemed so much more free than what I could do. I wanted to not have to pull my pants completely down, to be able to control my stream, to pee through small openings in emergency situations- (e.g. a bottle if I'm in a car on a freeway, or out a window because I'm stuck in a room for some reason, etc.)- or just for fun even, let's be real. I wanted to do so many things my anatomy just wasn't capable of but I couldn't and it bothered me. It wasn't until I entered adulthood that I realised this was mostly due to having a pee fetish. As a teenager, I did actually teach myself to pee standing. It still had its obvious limitations and took some time to master but it was GREAT- have not done it in a while though I will admit so I would probably mess it up if I tried now- and I have some experience with STPs- also great, but again, there are limitations. Even with all this, I do still find myself wishing I could experience peeing with an actual penis- I also wish I could experience cumming with a penis though too sometimes (no where near as badly though)- I have a hard time achieving orgasm and didn't have my first until I was 21- I feel it would be a bit easier it I had a dick sometimes haha- but I could very well be wrong about that 😅 don't get me wrong though, I do love my vagina and its surrounding areas. There are definitely some advantages there 😅 but speaking of, anyone also curious about climaxing as a different sex? I'm sure at least some of you are! Haha Anyway, I think its quite common to be curious about how it feels to pee as the opposite biological sex, even for those not into pee like all of us here, and I do remember doing some reading a few years ago that actually explained that the physical sensation of needing to pee differed between male and female bodies. The difference is apparently only slight, but I find that super interesting! And it just makes me more curious. But I also wonder, what is it like for people who don't fall into the category of male or female? Is the sensation for biologically intersex people different at all? Like, somewhere in between? There is a lot of variation in what is considered intersex so I imagine it would vary with the people depending on, I'm guessing, external genitalia, but I could be wrong. Its also interesting that even outside of our biological differences, there are different social expectations for different genders, and this differs in different cultures, as does how we physically position ourselves to do it. This is also something that- as I only know second hand through research and talking to friends- greatly effects transgender people. I can't claim to experience their experiences first hand at all as I'm not trans, but I've listened to several trans men, women and nb people talk about their experiences when it comes to peeing. There are a lot of things they are often made to think about that us cis people tend to take for granted, even those of us like us who think about peeing A LOT. So yeah, I know I dragged on a bit, but how curious are you guys about experiencing the physical differences? Or what about the social? And does anyone else have any interesting stories on being intensely curious or super jealous over it, like how as a kid I was jealous of boys?
  2. ElizabethScott

    Climactic relief

    Lineart of a current piece I'm doing. I'll add colour eventually. The woman on top, with the prompting of her lover below her, let's free the pee she's been desperately holding as she cums. The woman laying down is trans.
  3. Mbgpeelover

    Halls of residence holding

    Hope I am not over posting! Every bit of this is a true event. During my first year at university I paid to live in the halls of residence. It was a cheaply built prefabricated two story building with small individual rooms which contained a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, a shelf, bedside cabinet and a sink. Each floor had a corridor with twelve bedrooms which were all for the same sex students and at the end of each corridor was a set of toilets (four cubicles) and a set of four showers. Downstairs there was a communal area for sitting with a TV and along at the other side of the building was a large dining room. I was on the first floor and two thirds of the way along the corridor. I was 18 and very shy. I wasn’t terribly social and didn’t drink at that time for medical reasons. The most important thing was I hated anyone knowing I was going to the toilet. I found it so embarrassing and felt everyone would be looking at me. I was also terrified of anyone hearing me pee so struggled to go if anyone else was in another cubicle. I studied hard and having a sink meant I could make myself endless cups of tea with my kettle. I also drank water to help me concentrate. I would regularly find myself studying or writing up an assignment on my laptop sitting at my desk and need to visit the bathroom. The problem was if anyone was chatting in the corridor or people were mingling about, as was common, I was far too embarrassed to leave my room and have others see that I was going to the toilet. So I would just hold on until I could not hear anyone and then slip out as quick as I could. Usually by the time I managed this I was very desperate to go. I particularly remember one night when it must have been close to the end of term. We had some exams coming up but most of our assignments had already been handed in and the other students were starting to ‘wind down’. This meant they were in and out of each other’s bedrooms, chatting in corridors and generally being very social. This meant I really struggled to go to the toilet. I recall sitting at my desk after dinner and drinking water and tea and nibbling on some crisps while I tried to study for my exams. It wasn’t long at all before I began needing the toilet but there was a lot of chatting outside so I ignored my desire and crossed my legs. I kept studying not thinking much about it as holding on was normal for me anyway but it wasn’t long before I was reminded of my need to go, coupled with the fact I had been drinking more because the crisps were salty. I bounced my knee up and down and whispered to myself that I needed a wee. I talk to myself about my need a lot when bursting. Time went on and still I could hear chatting. I was finding it rather distracting so put some earphones in and tried to study. My bladder continued to remind me of my desire for release and by now I was intermittently crossing my legs tight and bouncing my knee or alternatively scissoring my legs in and out trying to hold my bursting bladder in. In the privacy of my own room I eventually found myself holding myself with one hand while I typed notes with the other and sitting right on the edge of my seat. I removed the headphones in the hope the place was quiet as I so had to pee and had been holding at least an hour whilst still drinking. My bladder was aching now too. I could not hear anyone so headed towards the door whispering to myself how bursting I was and pleading everyone to be away so I could run to the loos. It seemed quiet as I pee danced at my door so I slowly pulled the handle down and peeked out. As I glanced down the corridor with my hand between my legs but hidden by my door I was horrified to see two students had wedged their doors open and they were studying and chatting to each other freely. I would have to pass them both to get to the bathroom and that would mean they would know I had to pee. I was so embarrassed I closed my door and silently swore. Why could I not just walk to the toilets? I knew everyone peed but somehow the thought they would know where I was going coupled by the gross idea they might hear me pee terrified me and crippled me into staying in my room absolutely dying for a pee. I stood there and pee danced for a few minutes until my need died down to a manageable level. I often find my need comes in waves. I wasn’t really able to study now so I shut down my laptop and went over to look out my window. It faces the main entrance of the university and I stood there with my legs crossed and my hands drumming against my thighs as I tried to work out what to do. Other than the mug and my kettle I had nothing else I could see in my room that I could pee into as I could not work out how to aim into the sink as I wasn’t tall enough. I stood there wishing I was a man and able to aim into that sink. Oh did I need to urinate so bad. I tried sitting on the seat and rocking with one hand pushing against my vagina as it throbbed so bad for release whist my other hand pressed firmly on my table as my whole body tensed to try and keep my bladder from bursting. That worked for a very short time but I really HAD to go. Tears were forming in my eyes and my forehead was sweating. I was wearing leggings and a top so there was no buttons I could release to help my bladder expand and even my leggings felt tight at my waist now. I moved onto the bed where I writhed in utter longing to pee. I rolled about with a hand between my legs and stroked myself. Whilst I found the whole feeling a huge turn on I was concerned I would wet everywhere any minute. I tried kneeling with my foot under me and bouncing but that only helped for a minute too. I pulled my pillow over and sat on that pulling it between my legs as tight as I could as I rocked back and forth rhythmically. That helped a bit more but only because it was really turning me on a lot and I could feel my knickers getting damp. I panicked a little at this so slipped my hand inside my leggings and knickers to check if I had leaked but what I discovered was actually tons and tons of long stringy clear mucus that was causing my vagina to open, swell and gyrate. I pulled my hand out with my fingers soaked with my own juices as I continued to gyrate against the pillow with a orgasmic combination of being so horny mixed with an absolutely urgent desperate need to piss a never ending waterfall. I was whispering, almost panting, ‘gotta pee so bad, gotta orgasm so bad’ over and over as my whole body sweat and shook. I HAD to climax now so I quickly returned my hand inside my underwear and inserted two fingers easily inside myself as I pushed against my hand and fingers up and down as my head tipped back and rested against the wall behind me. It took very little time before I shook as I climaxed beautifully in the privacy of my bedroom as I held urgently onto my full bladder. It took a minute or two to recover and now my mouth felt so dry, I was sweating and my hand was literally covered with running mucus from my pussy. I got up, finished my glass of water from earlier and ran the tap to wash my hands. It was only then I realised I still needed the loo very very badly. Very badly indeed actually. I dried my hands, took a deep breath and walked down the corridor as quick as I could right past the two open doors and finally made it to the bathroom just in time for a huge torrent of pee to rush out of me. I only just managed to get my leggings down though so my knickers were totally drenched. Totally drenched indeed. I took them off including my leggings and wrung them over the toilet as I was still sitting on it, now naked from the waist down, then put some toilet paper on the crotch of my leggings to stop the wet pants showing through before putting my soaked knickers and toilet paper stuffed leggings back on. After washing and drying my hands I casually walked back to my room where I changed into fresh knickers and my pyjamas ready for bed. That was a very very close call that had a very unexpected twist.
  4. water.wizard

    A Humiliating Orgasm

    This is the beginning of a maybe story to see if you guys are interested. This story has a lot of sexual buildup before the omo, so that may or may not be your thing. There is somewhat intense public humiliation toward the end that also may or may not be your thing. Let me know if you want more. All characters in this story are over 18. -- Megan was just about ready for her first date with a very cute boy she had just met, David. He was just her type -- tall, muscular, dark hair, with a deep voice that made her feel tingly between the legs. She was excited because he seemed really nice and smart and into her, but nerves also coursed through her body. It had been awhile since she went on a guy she was this into. About a year, to be exact. She grew more nervous as she remembered the last time. At the time, Megan was just a freshman in college, and had gotten asked to a football game by a junior. His name was Isaac and he was tall and athletic and on the swim team with Megan's brother. This meant that she got a front row seat to his glistening muscles on a regular basis, something that secretly drove her hormones wild. She had never been kissed by a boy or even touched herself and the frustration was building. "Pick you up early and grab some cherry limeades from Sonic?" Isaac texted her awhile before the football game. Megan wasn't quite ready yet but she was excited Isaac wanted to spend a little alone time with her before the game. Isaac arrived even earlier than that and Megan chose to forgo using the restroom though she needed it, not wanting to keep him waiting. She didn't need to go that bad yet and would just use the facilities at the stadium. Driving with Isaac, Megan had a blast. They got their large cherry limeades and sat in the parking lot for a little while talking and laughing. Megan finished half of her large drink before they left the parking lot, and had finished her entire drink by the time they arrived at the stadium. This was a bad habit of hers. When they finally got to the stadium, there were lines of people getting their tickets checked to go inside. Megan looked around at her bathroom options outside the checkin but they were all portapotties which she couldn't bear to use. Even if she wanted to, she would be too nervous and uncomfortable to let go. She began to fidget in line as the cherry limeade began to trickle down toward her bladder, filling her up more and more by the minute. She cursed herself as she remembered that she had downed two cups of coffee before getting ready to leave which she had neglected to relieve herself of due to meeting Isaac early. Megan and Isaac continued to have a good time as they moved through the line and made it into the stadium. Megan's need steadily increased but was mostly under control. She looked around for a restroom. "Looking for something?" Isaac asked. Megan blushed. The idea of telling this hot guy about her need was a little embarrassing. "Just a bathroom, do you see one?" Isaac looked around, but then shook his head. "No, but after we find our seats I'll help you find one close by." Megan nodded with a smile. Isaac was nice. They found their way to their seats, Megan holding onto Isaac's muscular arm. He wore a loose tank top that showed off his shoulders and pecs and made Megan weak in the knees. She could feel herself getting aroused and tried to not think about him kissing pressing her up against the wall and kissing her all over... 'Fuck, I'm wet,' She realized. After 5 or so minutes of searching, they found their seats. They walked up the nearest aisle of stairs to where the restaurants and bathrooms were but found, to Megan's dismay, a long line outside of the women's bathroom. The men's had no line, a constant frustration in Megan's life. Isaac looked over at her guiltily. "Hey, I hate to do this to ya, but I really gotta take a leak." Megan was embarrassed by Isaac's sympathy and laughed it off, saying she didn't need to go that bad. Isaac ran off to relieve himself and Megan took the opportunity to cross her legs, getting some much needed relief. She straightened up as she saw him returning minutes later, already rid of his problem. She envied him, still holding her thighs together slightly. Isaac noticed her posture and suggested that they sit down on the nearby bench, and that the bathrooms would be free once the pregame show started in 10 minutes and people headed to their seats. Megan was relieved at the idea because she wasn't sure if she could hold it standing in line for 10 minutes, but she was pretty sure she could do it sitting. They found a bench in a small resting area nearby that was a little private. Megan and Isaac sat close now, whispering and giggling together. Megan began to get aroused as Isaac's hand rubbed up and down her thigh, helping quell her need to pee. Suddenly Isaac leaned in for a kiss, finding Megan's open mouth. She nearly moaned out loud as waves of arousal went over her virgin body. Isaac began to kiss her with his skilled tongue, causing her pussy to get wet fast. His hands started to roam her body, slowly making their way down between her legs. Megan could feel that her bladder was full but couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Isaac's roaming hands, despite the pressure it put on her bladder. She felt her pussy getting rapidly soaked and she blushed, worried that Isaac would notice and realize how turned on she was, but was powerless to stop him. Isaac's cock was rock hard now. He suddenly pulled her onto his lap by her thighs, legs spread around his waist. Megan gasped at the sudden movement and spreading of her legs so wide, turning her on beyond belief but also sending her need to pee through the roof. Her pussy pressed against Isaac's body as he kissed her neck and it was all too much for Megan. It was then that she also realized how public this was. Nobody was looking right now but people shuffled around close by. The dirty realization only turned her on tenfold and she suddenly felt a strange feeling building inside. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Isaac kissed her again, one of his hands now between her legs again. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her pussy quake in a way she had never felt before. Waves of pleasure began to build inside her pussy and she realized what was happening. She was practically about to cum without Isaac even touching her yet. Megan began to push away from him feebly, her body shaking with desire, but it was too late. His fingers had found their way to her soaking pussy, his thumb rubbing up against her clit, and it was enough to push her over the edge. Megan began to cum with overwhelming force. She moaned in a guttural voice, unable to fight the powerful orgasm now taking over her body. As her climax built, she began to feel like she might pee, and started to panic. She tried to close her legs but they were spread over Isaac's lap. She tried to say something but his fingers moved against her clit again and it was too late. Megan began to climax and she felt with horror as warm liquid began pouring from between her legs, all over Isaac's lap. She struggled to hold back her moans as the orgasm ravaged her body, rendering her muscles jello and unable to pull herself away. Isaac watched in shock and disbelief as Megan orgasmed on his lap, the warm feeling of her pee filling his crotch and pants, flowing over his now painfully rock hard cock. People had now begun to notice as Megan was unable to stifle her moans, and Megan's face and ears burned red with embarrassment as she struggled to stifle her increasingly loud moans. Warm pee continued to flow from between her legs for what felt like forever, each wave of pleasure causing an additional spurt that she could feel every bit of and was helpless to stop. When her orgasm finally released her, Megan had pissed all over Isaac and the bench, leaving a puddle on the floor. She was shaking and waves of pleasure still shook her body. She began crying and apologized to Isaac, practically leaping off of him and beginning to run from the scene. Isaac called after her and stood up to go after her but saw his pounding erection in his jeans and sat back down, covering it with his hands. Megan skittered away at a brisk pace as some onlookers watched, tears starting to spill down her face. She couldn't believe this happened. Another spurt of pee escaped her pussy and dripped down her legs as she ran. Megan turned a corner and slipped on her own urine, falling onto her ass and catching more attention. A hissing sound could be heard as the force of falling caused her to continue to relieve herself. She grabbed onto the railing and began to stand, slipping again and falling into her own puddle. Megan began to sob and finally succeeded at pulling herself up, fleeing the stadium while still currently peeing down her legs. She hid in a portapotty outside and called her mom to come get her. Isaac tried to talk to her again a few times but Megan couldn't bear to face him again. He eventually told her brother about the incident which he relished reminding her of. Needless to say, she was going to be a lot more careful tonight.
  5. Mbgpeelover

    malefemale The lodger

    The lodger When I was at university my parents had a house guest come to live for a while. He was a friend of my dad’s brother who lived in London. The guy was in his late thirties, he had scoliosis and he was a London taxi driver! He hated London and wanted to try start a fresh life in Scotland and my parents wanted to give him a chance to earn money so he could then rent a house. He worked a lot but when around he seemed pretty friendly, relaxed and funny. One Friday I was home as I had no lectures that day so I had come home for a long weekend. By now only my younger brother still lived at home full time though my sister came home at weekends too. Phil (the lodger) was happy to help everyone out, especially as my parents had no car, so this morning he had given my brother a lift to school while I was still in bed. The first I heard was when he came back into the house about 9:15 and I heard him chap on the bathroom door. We only had one bathroom and it was clearly in use. Next thing I knew Phil chapped my own bedroom door and after a quick ‘come in’ he walked in quickly and without even bothering with the fact I was still in bed he asked me if I knew who was in the bathroom. I had no idea but guessed it could be my mum who often had a bath after we all left for school. Phil walked over to my window, opened my curtains a bit as if wanting to look out then turned and looked at me. I could see he seemed a bit sweaty, agitated and he had his legs crossed. He obviously wanted to use the bathroom but I wasn’t sure if he needed to empty his bladder or bowels or both. He moaned and said he had to piss pretty bad and could he wait in my room as he didn’t want anyone else to see. I sat up in bed and assured him that was fine and suggested he close the door as the bathroom was next door and he would hear when my mum (or whoever was in) would be out. I told him I had just woken up and needed to pee myself so I too hoped the loo would be free soon. Phil looked back out of my window having heard this and proceeded to bounce on the back of his feet. He then put one leg behind him and rocked back and forth. He was essentially pee dancing in my room right in front of me openly really needing a pee (as was I by now) and I was mesmerised by him. He wasn’t shy in any way and as he had quite significant scoliosis I was aware that he had an oxygen machine for through the night. As both my sister and I were home for the weekend he was sleeping in the lounge. He started telling me how he had woken up with such a dry mouth from the oxygen mask that he made himself a coffee. As he was about to go do his first morning piss he found my sister in the shower so he had to wait. He then had a second coffee which my mum made him with some toast. He has still not had a pee yet. He was about to go when my dad asked if he would drive my brother to school since he was running late. He figured it was a five minute drive there and five minutes back so he would hold and pee the minute he got back and the morning bathroom rush was over. As he has said all this he continued jigging around looking out the window, now with one hand also in his pocket. Watching him and hearing all this was arousing me so badly. Combined with my own growing need to empty my own bladder it felt like my whole body was on fire. It’s one of the only times I can actually recall being so horny I was dying to masterbate in front of someone! Of course I couldn’t but my breasts were so tingly and tender and my nipples erect and hard. My vaginal lips had swollen and parted and my urethra was thumping against my cotton knickers. I only had a cotton nighty on and I was acutely aware of how my hard nipples were obvious through the nighty, though Phil seemed far too engrossed in his own battle to notice. I still had my duvet on so I slipped my hand under the duvet, under my night clothes and gave myself a rub through my knickers. That sent waves right through me of intense need and desire. I was actually more bursting to wee than I had realised! I quickly threw the duvet off my legs, swung them round to the side of the bed and crossed my legs tight. Phil was now pacing my room. ‘Fuck sake I need a piss!’ He was muttering. ‘Me too!’ I said. He came and sat on my bed beside me, undid the belt on his jeans and his fly and used his hand to hold his penis through this boxers. I could see he was anything but flaccid down there as he rocked back and forth moaning. ‘I’d nip to the supermarket if I thought I could wait. But fuck I’d piss myself before I got there. How much longer can she bath for? I really need to go!’ ‘Me too’ was all I could muster as the sight of him in that state was causing mucus to seep into my knickers which made my need to pee 100 times worse. With my legs scissoring in and out revealing my light pink cotton knickers on show and one hand stroking myself I wondered how both of us would manage to walk to the loo when whoever was in finally left. Still holding his penis through his boxers, with his jeans fly open and his belt undone Phil stood and walked back over to the window again. The garden was over looked on both sides but here he was now asking if I thought he could piss in our garden because he HAD to go. I said my mum surely had to be out soon and he ran the risk of being seen. He moaned loudly and he was starting to get very stressed and angry now. ‘For god’s sake this is fucking crazy! How bloody long does it take for a fucking bath? I fucking need to piss.’ He was jumping about like a little kid, stroking himself in a last ditch effort to keep his bladder from bursting. ‘Have you got a jug Mary? A bucket? Anything? Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhh, grrrrrrrr, I’m gonna fucking piss myself any second.’ Except I couldn’t get him anything. I couldn’t move. If I stood up I would flood my floor without a doubt. My pants were noticeably wet now and so full of mucus. It was oozing out of my open pussy as I shook with such an intensity of urgent need to piss and being on the verge of an orgasm. And right at that very moment we both heard the bathroom door unlock, the door open and someone walk to a neighbouring bedroom. With his jeans held up with one hand and the other grasping at his penis through his damp boxers Phil ran to that bathroom with me right behind him one hand now inside my knickers with two fingers inside myself holding back my flow. Phil had no hands left to close the door so without him realising I ran in right behind him and while he slide his dripping half erect member out the leg hole of his boxers and let rip a hugely long, satisfying and loud pee I had jumped into the bath, closed the shower curtain, removed my wet pants and I crouched down and pissed in the bath a long, orgasmic and wonderfully relieving pee myself. As Phil moaned I had to hold back my own moans as I wasn’t sure he knew where I was. If he did he never said as after he had finished pissing, he pulled his jeans up, fastened his belt, flushed, washed his hands and left. Meanwhile I finished my pee, brought myself to climax then had a shower. Neither of us spoke about that morning ever again.
  6. atomicplayboy

    malefemale Peegasm hot male

    Just found very cool profile from XTube: https://www.xtube.com/profile/pornojeesus-51079962
  7. ThatWarmThrill

    female NUDITY ! - Hands free orgasm

    Hi everyone, Thought I might share this one, as I enjoyed it very much. The video doesn't tag wetting per say, but it really is that. With the added perk of an orgasm ? WARNING NUDITY (breasts) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ab286cc53b8d Here is the rip: HANDS FREE ORGASM HORNY WET PUSSY - Pornhub.com.mp4
  8. I discovered this site about a month or so ago and since then I have seen this particular video only once but I don't have it anymore and I've spent weeks searching the forum with no luck finding it again. The file name with something like "woman has orgasm while peeing in jeans" It featured a woman with brown hair and slight muffin top standing in a bath tub. She is acting desperate and eventually starts wetting which goes all down the back but she's moaning the whole time apparently really turned on and later in the video begins to rub herself to an audible orgasm. If anyone has this video, please link it to me because I've done my best and can not find it.
  9. tennyson

    First Satin Panty Pee

    This memory was sparked by the topic "Peeing as the opposite gender". The poster had wondered about others who have been/fantasized about being desperate and/or wetting while being the opposite gender. I rarely share that I have this fantasy. I have never shared the times I actually did it. Here is the first time I bought panties specifically to pee in them. Many years ago, I was in Charlotte, NC and had about 3 hours free. I went into Roses (department store) and purchased in a pair of satin panties.I wanted the panties to be over the top and slick. I really wanted to buy them and try them on in the little cubicle/bathroom at Roses, but I thought it would take too much explaining if I was caught. The parking lot was full of cars (and police) - so that was out. I then had an idea and drove to Office Depot. Their bathrooms were almost never used in the morning to mid-afternoon. I went in with a plan. I changed in the large stall, substituting the royal blue satiny panties for my grey boxer briefs (which went in my pocket). Leaving the bathroom I thought everyone could tell I had changed underwear. I could feel a difference. I felt the material sliding all over me. I was working my way up to desperation (having had a lot of water already) as I ordered some copies to be made and a fax sent. I paced the isles as I waited for my order to be ready. I felt the beginnings of desperation as my name was called (damn! too soon) and went up to the counter. The clerk took his time. I was starting to feel desperate and almost wondering if I was going to lose control there in line at the counter. All the while, as I rocked myself against the counter, I was getting harder. Finally he made it to the register and rang me up. I paid and left. I thought the urge was just a temporary one. I am sure you know those kind of feelings - the ones where you think you have it all under control and then you stop in mid step and your back goes rigid. I was just midway through the automatic doors when ... "wham" ... I was in dire need of a bathroom. Dire as in now. Right now. I clenched every muscle I could between my legs. I was considering whether to press my fingers between my legs to hold it in. I have a very long stride and I was now taking very abbreviated strides to my van. It felt like I was using only my knees to walk. I got to the van and unlocked it. I was considering options: 1. Chucking my purchases into the van and heading into the store. 2. Going right there in front of the store. (I was in full view of the front doors and it was getting crowded.) 3. Going around the back of the building on foot. 4. Driving somewhere else. I did not think I could make it all the way to the back of the store - so #1 was out. A police cruiser pulled up on the other side of the (now empty) handicapped spot. I did not want to go to jail for indecent exposure. #2 was now out. I wasn't familiar with the back lot of the store and also I was spooked by the police officer being right there. So #3 was out. It was #4. I had to go somewhere else. Luckily the cramp eased a bit. I opened the door and nodded at the officer. I sat down and dribbled a little in the satiny panties. OOOOO. (That was what I said to myself, trying not to let my face show anything.) I managed to remember to look around before pulling out of the parking spot and think of a good place to go. The traffic sucked. It was slow and I was going through cramps off and on. I had travelled about half a mile or so (and that is why the city is nicknamed "Carlot"). And then, I saw it. There was a small shopping center - one of those you don't really notice with shops and a tiny deli. I pulled into the space at the end of the lot. My choices were a dry cleaner, a .99 Store, an all-sorts phone shop/electronics repair shop, and the deli. The deli was half way along. As I got out of the van, I saw the "no public bathrooms" sign on the door. The lobby was packed. Probably had a key to get from the counter (with an order) then wait for the bathroom and hope it was in working order. And then I saw the answer. A couple was getting up from sitting on the mulched berm at the end of the lot. They pitched their food into the trash can and were dusting off their pants. I reached in the van and grabbed my towel and water bottle. They passed me (and my stilted walk) as I made my way to the brown mound at the end of the lot. No one was around. I sat down and put the towel on my lap. I was cramping so much I wanted to lay down, but I did not want to draw attention. Under the towel, I unbuttoned my pants and slid them to my knees. I kept the satiny panties on. I was so sure someone was going to looks, stare, notice, call the cops. But no one did. I decided I was going to try to wet like a woman, pressing my fingers against myself. I was not at all erect so I could push myself into my "bush". It took a moment for anything to happen it was like the moment when a tossed ball seems suspended in mid air. I know I was holding my breath. My hips and muscles ached from holding everything back. My index and middle fingers were pressing lengthwise down the center of my satin-covered "bush". With a breath, I sprayed through my panties. I soaked them. My fingers could not hold anything back, even if I wanted, wished, willed, or even had to on my very life do so. I pressed my whole hand between my legs. my palm pressing myself flat, trying to keep my erection at bay along with the flood of pee gushing from between my fingers, around my palm, and soaking everything 2 1/2 inches down my inner thighs to my bum. Oh goddess, I felt sexy for those few moments of relief and heat and horniness as I lost control into the dark earth mound below me. I felt good. I felt naughty. I felt like there were things I wanted to do that I would not usually admit to thinking of doing. My legs were shaking. My lips were tingling and numb. I had one of those unexpected orgasms that roar up from the depths, an encompassing feeling of rising up on my toes (although I was sitting, my toes curled in my shoes) and tingling flooded me all over. Crescendo is the perfect word to describe it. It was like hearing the first part of the main Star Wars theme and smashing all the emotional depth within the piece and ending with the last bars fading and echoing. You can still hear the music after there is no sound. That was my first panty pee and orgasm. I am now blushing almost as much as when it happened.
  10. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    And just for the hell of it, here’s the sketch Flo drew for Zizou. Obviously it is meant to be a joke, and so it looks not as good as my normal drawings. I only uploaded it in case anybody has some kind of Zizou diaper fetish and wanted more Zizou drawings. Originally this was a sketch I was going to throw away, but found that I could work it into a good joke.
  11. d418

    On the beach

    Explicit Content His watch said that it was still only six o’clock, when Steve awoke the next morning. The sun was just coming up, though, so it was already too light for him to go back to sleep. He unzipped the tent flap, and crawled out onto the sparse grass which grew in the sandy soil here. Being alone on the island, he slept naked, and wouldn’t bother with any clothes until later, when he set off for the beach on the mainland. Camping here overnight was fine, but it wasn’t very practical to stay here during the day, unless he wanted to spend an entire morning lugging easily-prepared food supplies in and out of the boat. There were ample cheap eating places near the beach, making such effort unnecessary. The sea was reasonably calm, without much of a swell, and the breeze was blowing towards the mainland. As long as things didn’t change, the trip across should be no harder than usual. Steve made his way slowly down the slope towards the water, veering to his left to take himself down to the rocks which marked one boundary of the island’s small, sandy beach, which lay still further to his left. As he reached the rocks, he stopped briefly and contemplated the breaking waves, some five feet or so below him. Then he continued along the top of the rocks, walking very slowly in the general direction of the beach. He soon came to a place where it was possible to walk down a gently-sloping rocky outcrop, onto the rocks whose bases were being rhythmically thumped by the swell. Turning, he followed the slope down, and stood looking once more at the waves, the spray from which was now beginning to land on his naked skin like fine drizzle. He stood there for several minutes, doing nothing except watch and feel. His penis lost its flaccid appearance, and began to swell. A couple of times, his brow furrowed and he drew in his breath sharply, bending slightly at the waist as a dribble of urine pattered onto the rocks. Abruptly, he turned to his left once more and carefully descended a natural rocky staircase which took him a little further away from the sea, but towards some rock pools. As he approached the first pool, he stopped walking and stood motionless, his erection swelling further. He bent slightly at the waist again, and this time his urine escaped in a much stronger, if brief, spurt. His erection was now full-on, and with a sigh of contentment, he wet himself. Closing his eyes, Steve smiled dreamily, enjoying the sensation of emptying his bladder in such an uncontrolled fashion. After he had stopped peeing, he remained standing there, his penis fully erect. Steve decided to resist the temptation to masturbate. He continued on his way across the rocks to the beach. The sea was warm, of course, and he waded in until he was chest deep, dunking himself all the way under the water to give himself a thorough wash. The beach wasn’t very long, but it was quite deep, and was bounded on both sides by a pair of rocky headlands. It was more like a cove than a bay, in fact. Steve had approached it the long way around, via the rocks which were now to his left, as he made his way out of the sea. The direct route, which he was now going to take back to his camp, went straight up the beach and over the narrow dunes which lay between here and the hill. As he made his way up the beach, Steve noticed something lying on the sand, about halfway up, near the rocks to his right. The shape of it reminded him of a dolphin, from this distance, and he felt a pang of sadness. Had one of the creatures beached itself here in the night? If so, how had it managed to get so far beyond the tide-line? He turned towards it, wondering if it might be still alive. Whether it was or not, he was going to have a hell of a job dragging it into the water on his own. But the shape didn’t look quite right for a dolphin, as he began to approach it. There was no dorsal fin, and the shape of its back looked wrong, especially near the head. Then he was close enough to see it clearly, and he stopped and stared. It was another mermaid! How strange was that, seeing two in two days? Was she dead? No, her stomach was moving slowly up and down, as if she was breathing. Maybe she was asleep, then. Did they sleep on land, or in the water? Who knew? Until yesterday, he thought they were a myth. * Nerissa was on a beach. This was the beach where she’d met the human man. This time, she wasn’t desperate to pee. This time, it was deserted except for the man. She was kneeling in front of him, as he sat on the odd-looking support where he’d been sitting before. Her hands were clasped against the front of her tail, but not for the reason of the previous time. She was playing with him, coyly hiding her arousal from him. As he looked down at her hands, she moved them, revealing her vaginal flaps, which were open in excitement. The man stared at her opening, the desire in his eyes making her feel even more excited. * Steve continued his approach, but much more cautiously now. If she was asleep, he didn’t want to wake her, and if she was awake, he didn’t want to scare her away. She was certainly very human-looking, he observed. At least, the top half of her was. The rest was a lot like the rear half of a dolphin, which is what had confused him. Now that he was close enough to see her properly, he couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts. If you couldn’t see her tail, you’d swear she was a naked woman. The nipples and aureola were exactly like a woman’s, as was the torso all the way down to her navel. Below that, it was quite different. The pink skin of her abdomen faded gradually into a pale, dolphin-like grey/white colour, just like the underside of one of those creatures. She seemed to have hips, of the same general shape and proportions as a woman, but that was the extent of the resemblance of her lower half to a woman. The part of her tail that he could see — what would be the underside if she was the right way up — was flatter at the top than a woman’s pubic area, and it was obviously a single limb all the way down. There was a slight bend in it, about halfway down, making it look as if she had a single knee-like joint there. * Nerissa suddenly noticed that the man was naked. She hadn’t seen that before. She looked down, and saw how erect his penis was. A sudden longing took hold of her. How she wished she could feel that long, hard member inside her! As if knowing her thoughts, the man leaned forward and reached a hand towards her vaginal opening. Nerissa arched her back to present herself fully to him, hardly daring to believe he wanted to explore her depths. * The area between her knee and her human-like abdomen fascinated Steve. Roughly where a woman’s pubis would be, there was a small, closed slit, about two centimetres long, running in the head-to-tail direction. Her skin seemed wet around it, as if some kind of liquid had been seeping out. A short distance below this was another slit, a little more than twice as long, which was slightly everted, revealing glistening, pink flesh around a gently-pulsating opening. A similar distance below this was a tightly puckered orifice. Steve stared at the wetness around the topmost of these orifices. That mermaid yesterday had been holding her hands in about that position, and had made it abundantly clear that she needed to urinate. Had this one peed in her sleep, then? The wetness certainly made it look like that, as did the streaks down the sides of her tail. Well, why shouldn’t she pee freely? It wasn’t as if she was wearing clothes, and the sea would soon wash her clean. * The man ran his finger around the edges of her vaginal flaps, stimulating them. Then he inserted his finger into her vagina and began moving it in and out. Nerissa’s excitement increased, as the man’s finger slid ever more rapidly in and out of her vagina. * The mermaid stirred, moving her hips upwards slightly, and Steve glanced nervously at her face, thinking she was about to wake and find him staring at her. Her eyes were still closed, though, and he relaxed slightly. * Faster and faster, in and out of her vagina. Nerissa could feel her climax approaching rapidly, as his finger stimulated her. In and out, in and out. The pressure in her bladder was no greater than before, but the urge to empty it was rapidly becoming irresistible. It was a different urge than the usual one, though; a sharper sensation, focussed on her sphincter rather than her bladder, and accompanied by an alternate slackening and tightening of her sphincter muscle. The slackening and tightening was rhythmic, pulsating in time with her vaginal contractions. * The mermaid moved her hips again, arching her back a little more than the last time. Steve transferred his attention back to her pelvic area, wondering what was happening. He noticed that the longer of her two slits was wider open than it had been, and the pulsating inside it was much more pronounced. A suspicion of what he was witnessing formed in the back of his mind. * In and out his finger slid. In and out, in and out. Slacker and tighter her sphincter gripped. Slacker, tighter, slacker, tighter… Ohh! Her sphincter twitched fully open, then closed immediately, shutting off the flow in the most deliciously agonising way. It opened again — spurt! — and closed. Opened — spurt! — closed. She was coming. It was the most wonderful sensation known to any mermaid. * The mermaid’s hips arched upwards again, yellow liquid arced out of the small slit, splashing onto the lower half of her tail, in a spurt lasting perhaps a second, then her hips began jerking up and down rhythmically, the larger slit began opening and closing in spasms, and the yellow liquid began spurting out in a series of much shorter spurts than the first one. As her hips continued to jerk up and down, her right hand moved to the large slit, and she pushed a finger into the folds, moving it in and out rapidly as the yellow liquid splashed against her hand. Her breath was coming in very human-sounding gasps, now, and she was tossing her head from side to side. Her eyes were still closed, though. There was no doubting what he was seeing: she was having what looked like the most enjoyable orgasm in the world. Steve watched, spellbound, his penis rigid with desire, as her hips jerked and she spurted urine. Then, all of a sudden, it was too much for him, and he grasped his penis, pointed it down towards the sand at his feet, and joined her in a moment of pure ecstasy. She continued to jerk her hips and spurt urine long after he was spent. Finally, her back arched upwards in a much bigger heave than before, and her urine fountained in a single, long spurt, before she finally flopped down, spent. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled languidly at him for a moment, then frowned as if confused, before opening her eyes wide and staring in disbelief.
  12. As the Arabic numeral in the Topic Title suggests, this will be the second of the series of fictions I hope to write about Tua. This one happens to continue the first story --- but I can't guarantee that the coming Tua-stories will be told in a strict chronological order. Probably not. I have a reason why I've lately begun to write fictions instead of stories about my own experiences. If you're interested, you can read about it in the preamble to my first Tua-story. Let me just say, that it is still a lot of me and my own experiences in the stories. But you'll never know when it's my own experience or made-up. Or a little of each... Other Tua stories: https://omorashi.org/topic/14296-tua-a-naughty-little-panty-wetter-seduces-her-foster-mother/ ********************* While Mary continued to prepare breakfast for the three of them, Tua went up to her room to dress for school. When she returned downstairs she came across Mary, who was fetching a towel from the hall cupboard. "Oh, Mary, by the way," Tua said, "I hope you don't mind, I've borrowed nylon stockings and a garter belt from you! Look! Don't I look sexy? It's the first time I'm wearing nylon stockings..." And she pulled up her skirt to the waist. Mary stood speechless and stared at Tua, who exposed her girlishly rounded legs in chestnut-coloured nylon stockings held up by a laced light blue garterbelt with garters running up her pale thighs. Slightly in contrast with her ordinary pink cotton girl panties, which she also wore... With a proud air she took a glance at her vision in the hall mirror. "Ooops!" She exclaimed. "Jeez! I've got so excited by my own sexiness that my panties have got a wet spot on the crotch!" Finally had Mary found her tongue: "Stop talking rubbish, young thing! Breakfast is served, come on!" Reluctantly Tua pulled down her skirt and followed Mary to the kitchen. "Good morning, Tua!" John greeted from behind his paper. Tua returned his greeting and went to the cooker, where Mary served her tea. Still aroused Tua let the Evil One take possession of her. She looked behind her and noticed that John, sitting with his back against them, was still occupied by his paper. Then, standing beside Mary, holding her tea cup with one hand, she quickly sneaked her other hand in under the front-end of Mary's skirt . Before Mary had a chance to react, Tua had reached all the way up to the crotch of Mary's panties. Mary didn't know what she should do. Her primary thought was to not make John to notice them. So she didn't know better than to stand still and do nothing. Tua put down her tea cup and turned to Mary. She gave Mary a mischievous smile and began to caress her pussy outside her panties. With eager strokes she pushed her fingers into Mary's pussy. Mary squirmed. "Tua, stop it!" She whispered. "Why?" Tua whispered back. "I can feel that you like it. You're already getting soo very wet!" But in that moment they heard rustlings from John's paper. Quickly Tua drew back her hand from Mary's pussy. As quickly Mary pulled down her skirt and went to sit down at the table, opposite to John. She was careful to not sit on her skirt. She was very aware of that her panties were dripping wet. All sorts of thoughts whirled around in her head. She'd become so excited; as a fact she hadn't been far from getting an orgasm under Tua's eager fingers. The thought that she'd been so suggestible made her embarrassed. And today she couldn't blame her arousal on being drunk. She gave a profound sigh. John looked up from his paper. "What's up, Mary? Your face is all flushed!" "Is it?" She hesitated. "Oh, I was careless when I took the teapot from the cooker and got steam on my face." Nice rescue, Tua thought and giggled. She went and sat down beside Mary. She moved her chair close to Mary's, and cheekily she placed her right hand upon Mary's thigh. Mary reached down under the table and tried to move away Tua's hand. But Tua availed herself of the opportunity to drag Mary's hand over to her lap. With her other hand she pulled up her skirt and then she swiftly brought Mary's hand up between her parted thighs all the way up to her crotch. Mary tried to free her hand from Tua's grip, but it was firm, and Mary didn't dare to struggle too much, as she was afraid of drawing John's attention to what was going on. Helplessly she experienced how Tua brought her hand to caress her little step daughter's pussy upon her damp and warm panties. She felt Tua's poking clit throbbing against her fingers. Against her will her fingers began to nibble at the stiff clit. But when she noticed Tua beginning to pant, she got afraid, that John would notice them. Think if Tua orgasmed! She would probably scream. The thought scared her so much, that she managed to withdraw her hand, taking Tua by surprise. Quickly she rose from the table, not giving the young girl another opportunity. Having finished his breakfast (and his paper) John rose from the table, took his jacket and his briefcase and left for work. Tua gave Mary a mischievous smile. "As much as I wanted you to continue, I guess you made the right thing to stop it. I was so close to come, you know, and John would surely have noticed that! I guess you really don't want him to know, do you?" "Of course, I don't! And he won't. From now on there will be no more of this nonsense. You hear me?" Tua rose from the table and went up to Mary. She gave her a hug and a quick kiss. "Maybe!" She said. She took her rucksack with her schoolbooks and left the house. She led up her bike and rode away to school. Her sticky panties were clinging round her pussy, and she could feel the saddle now and then rubbing against her clit. She also felt a sensation of a rapidly growing desperation to pee. She recalled that she'd forgotten to pee this morning. She tried really hard to hold on, it would feel so embarrassing to arrive to school in pee-soaked panties. On top of the dampness from her pussy juices... At the same time the saddle rubbing her pussy made her more and more aroused, which wasn't at all propitious for her ability to hold back her pee. Suddenly she lost control and started to pee her panties. She stopped biking and straddling the bike with one foot on each side she completely peed herself. She'd at once hitched up her skirt to avoid wet stains on it, and now she was showing nylon stockings, garters and pink panties, through which her pee was really cascading onto the bikepath. Luckily there was nobody near her apart from two girls coming from a distance against her. She tried to stop peeing before they would come too much closer, but it was impossible. Instead a built-up, approaching major orgasm hit her body and made her give away a scream. Her whole body shook, her knees almost gave away and she had to lean against the handlebar. Her orgasm made her pee force her panties in splashes. While her orgasm ebbed out, the two meeting girls came closer. Passing Tua they looked fascinated at her and the big puddle between her feet. And she was a sight, where she stood leaning against her bike with her skirt around her hips, revealing the poor girl in her nylon stockings, garterbelt and panties, still dripping from her pee! "At least I don't know them!" she muttered to herself. Her first reaction after she'd wetted herself and orgasmed was to turn and get home again. But then she realized that she had an important math test, for which she'd put a big amount of studying. So she went on to school. When she arrived, she met Kate, one of her best friends. She took her aside and whispered: "Kate, I peed myself on my way to school! My panties are so soaked! What shall I do?" "Tua, you can't wear those panties all day! They'll smell awfully! You've better get rid of them. Let's go to the toilet, in there you can wash yourself too." They went to one of the girl's toilets. Kate locked the door behind them. Tua began to undress. "What a luck I managed to hitch up my skirt before it got wet", she said and stepped out of the skirt. Kate stared at her. "You're wearing nylon stockings and garterbelt! Oh, you look so sexy!" "They belong to my stepmother, I pinched them this morning! I'll better take them off as well so they won't get wet. Luckily I don't seem to have got any pee on them too." Kate sniffed in the air. "What's that smell? It's not just the smell of pee... It's something else... Right! It's pussy smell! I can feel it!" Tua blushed. "Nah, it's nothing...", she mumbled. Naked from the waist and down she began to wash her pussy. She was very careful, she rubbed the inside of her pussy thoroughly with soap putting her fingers deep inside. Looking at her Kate felt twitches in her lower abdomen. Then she realized that they hadn't much time before their first lesson. "Hurry up, you horny minx!" Tua put on the nylon stockings and the garterbelt again, but threw the soaked panties in the wastebasket. Having finished school, it was a very content Tua, that biked homewards. She was pretty confident that she'd done well on the math test, and was satisfied that she'd decided to continue to school after her wetting accident. And what a luck to have a good friend like Kate. She giggled. She'd noticed, that Kate hade become quite horny seeing Tua wearing nylon stockings and then when she washed her pussy! Tua continued her ride home. She felt the fresh wind sweeping around her bare pussy. When she stopped at the traffic light showing red, she touched the saddle with her hand and felt, that it was quite wet! When she came home she met her stepmother in the living room. "Oh, Mary, would you believe it! I had an accident on my way to school this morning! No, no, I'm not hurt, it was a wetting accident! At first I thought I'd better return home, but then I remembered the math test today so I went on. When I arrived, I met Kate and told her, that I'd peed myself. She convinced me that I shouldn't wear the soaked panties all day and took me to the toilet, where I washed my pussy. You should have seen Kate, when she noticed, that I had your nylon stockings and garterbelt on! Anyway, I threw my wet panties in the wastebasket. And what a luck I continued to school! The math test went really well! And Mary! You should really try to ride your bike without panties! It felt so nice to feel the wind caressing my pussy. Haha, the saddle got so wet! But not from pee this time..." "Hush, hush Tua, John is in the kitchen, I don't want him to hear such talk! But well done with the math test! I'm proud of you!" "B... but I didn't say anything about you and me... I just said I'd an accident. Oh, and that about the saddle..." "Anyway, those kind of things are not for your stepfather's ears, remember that!" "Promise, Mary, I'll be more careful! And I understand, that what you and I are doing, doesn't concern him!" "What you call 'you and I are doing' will never happen again! Do you understand that?" "Whatever...", Tua answered and went up to her room, by that ending their discussion.
  13. I was in 6th grade and my Mom chucked a pair of my Dad's old satin boxers in the scrap bin/cleaning rag bucket. I pulled them out when I was going to wash the cars one Saturday. She had probably bought them for him (He was an engineer and would never have splurged on himself.) They were so silky and smooth, I'd never seen silky (red!) boxers before and I thought they looked in too good a shape to waste in the rag bin. So I snuck them into my room. It was a few weeks later when I came across them again (I hid them well), and I slipped them on before climbing in bed. They were so smooth. I move around a lot in my sleep (I am told ... I am a narcoleptic and drop right into REM sleep). I remember waking up to a different feeling. I was on my stomach and toward the foot of the bed. I felt slick and wet, so I stuck my hand inside the boxers. I was very sticky and damp. It was strange being at the end of the foot of the bed, with the covers over my head and all, so I slid up. It wasn't as easy as I thought ... and the feeling of the satin on me was making me very aroused and giddy. I must have been part asleep (I thought) because as soom as I scooted up to the top, I started sliding back down the mattress. I felt myself drip / pour as I slid down toward the end of the bed, wondering if I was asleep or not. I tasted my fingers. They were sticky and sweet with a little bit of salty mixed in. I scooted back up and started to slide again, feeling like I was going to have to pee a lot. I was thinking 'OK, this is the part of the dream where I know I need to wake up and find the bathroom.' And I can usually drop out of a dream and wake if I have to go urgently - but this wasn't working. And everything seemed off. The room was tilted and I thought it was going to be another one like The Poseidon Adventure crossed with Amelia Bedelia's upside down house. (Yes, I still have those dreams of trying to pee up into toilets mounted on the ceiling because of the movie and book.) As I slid back down, It dawned on me that the room was OK, I was moving. And I could not hold on any more. I put my hands against myself and flooded the bed, feeling the warmth spread from the top of my boxers to my stomach. It was soaking wet. It was pee and sweet at the same time. I kissed the wet spot and licked it like it was a melted lemon sherbet on my fingers. I tried to suck all of the liquid out of the sheets. I came in my soaking wet boxers, my face buried into the bed, my toes against the floor. I took off the boxers and licked them clean. After, I was completely spent - and I know it was a long time after because the inky black sky was turning grey outside my window - I rolled over and realized that the slats under the box spring had shifted and fallen off the bedrails and the mattress had teetered the boxspring. I took a shower; changed my clothes; and then put all of the wet sheets and clothes into the washer. I reseated the slats and put a towel over the wet spot on the mattress.
  14. Last evening something happened that I am pretty sure will never happen again. I was strolling around in the city. I'd been having a lot of coca cola and was getting pretty desperate to pee. It felt nice but I wanted to intense that feeling, why I directed my steps to a café. Coffee would be what I needed to reach the final stage of desperation, I thought. It was a very cosy café. The interior decoration was kind of Laura Ashley inspired, and the chairs were very comfortable with thick, comfy cushions. I sat down at a round table in a corner. The tablecloth was quite generous; enough to cover my legs, which I appreciated as maybe there would be some wriggling and even holding. I ordered coffee and one Danish pastry. I'd just started to enjoy my coffee, when a voice made me to look up. It was a good-looking woman in her thirties: "Excuse me! I'm reporter at News at Town" (a fictitious name), "and I would like to make some questions about your café habits. If you attend cafés often, which you like most, how you want a café to be like and so on. I would really appreciate if you will have the kindness to answer them! May I sit down?" I was taken by surprise and couldn't find a reason to say no. But I did regret saying yes right after I'd said it. I mean, after all I was pretty - no, by now I was very - desperate. What if I had to hold myself? This could be thrilling! The journalist told her name was Barbro and asked for mine. Then she began her questions. She was a very nice woman and funny to talk to. When she'd finished her questions, we went on talking about all sorts of things. At first I didn't feel at all desperate. But after about twenty minutes I felt a sudden, strong twitch in my lower abdomen. And then the desperation began! I sneaked my right hand under the tablecloth, drew up my skirt and pressed my hand on my crotch. Barbro didn't notice anything. My desperation increased. I squeezed my thighs hard together. The twitches came faster and stronger. It was as they were knocking on the door, demanding me to release my pee! Knowing this wasn't the right time to wet myself, I tried as hard as I could to prevent an accident, which seemed to approach so inexorably fast. I rubbed my pussy forcefully, which quickly got me to the verge to come! Mustn't happen, I thought! If it did I would most certain lose the battle... Barbro gave me a quizzical look, when I suddenly gave away a moan. I felt my fingers getting wet. I'd had a strong spurt of pee in my panties, and it took all my strength to stop me from totally lose it. I pressed and rubbed harder, but had to stop doing so. If I'd continued, I would no doubt orgasm right there, in front of a journalist interviewing me! That would have been too embarrassing! Well, the alternative would also be embarrassing, as it would be me wetting myself in front of a journalist interviewing me! But as I couldn't possibly have an orgasm without her noticing it, I decided to let Nature have its course! Which Nature had the next moment! I completely lost it! My pee streamed through my panties, between my fingers and into the thick chair cushion, which silently absorbed my pee! I probably blushed and my breathing was a bit strained. Barbro asked if anything was wrong, but I denied it. While I was still wetting myself... It went on for ever and I was actually talking to her at the same time as I peed. I felt really weird, and I was so embarrassed! Finally she thanked me and said she enjoyed our talk. "Likewise", I answered and felt so relieved, when she left. I hoped she didn't thought I was unpolite, as I didnt rise to say goodbye... Then I sat there for about ten minutes, thinking of what to do. I've peed litres into the chair cushion and some had come onto the carpet too. I know, I had to tell the waitress about my accident. But it wasn't an easy step to take; it would be so embarrassing, so very humiliating to confess that I've been wetting myself like a baby. At the same time the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation made me really aroused! I couldn't help myself from touching my pussy, and before I even knew what I was doing, I was eagerly caressing my pussy upon my soaked panties! I reached an overwhelming orgasm within a couple of minutes and I had to bit my lips to avoid screaming! And before I left the café, I told the waitress that I'd had a wetting accident. I told her that I absolutely wanted to pay for the damages and left my name, address and mobile number. She was very sweet and said that accidents happen! As I was talking to her, pee drops still ran down my legs. To confess my accident to the waitress was one of the most humiliating moments of my life!
  15. teenyfoxpaws

    Wetting Orgasm w/ Daddy

    After hours of holding it, Daddy and I both were a bit.. Aroused. <\\\\< We both went our seperate ways home and decided to have a little playtime on skype. I also recently just got a new toy to play with and i've only played with it a few times. I willingly showed him my faces and expressions. We had so much fun! However, i haven't done any willing wettings lately in my pants, my panties or my diapers (only accidents) So.. i put the thick toy inside my princess part. And placed pair of light grey panties over it so it'd stay in but with enough room to be moved. I decided to rub my princess part while I held my orgasm. I was moaning and squirming for atleast 15minutes before I had to let go. I filled my panties up all the way in the front and partly in the back. ^\\\^ It was just amazing ^\\\\^