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  1. Hey everyone! Thank to you everyone who voted in my poll, the winning story was about Lady Samantha Edwards; a spoiled rich girl, who discovers and uses her omorashi fetish, to humiliate people for her own erotic thrills. The full story will be published on Amazon soon but until then, here's a sneak peak as thank you to everyone who took part. Enjoy! LADY SAMANTHA EDWARDS - THE BILLION DOLLAR OMORASHI PRINCESS - PART I Samantha stood poised and elegant, smiling sweetly as her father’s helicopter lifted off from her family’s private airstrip; located two miles from the main mansion. Waving daintily, she eventually let her hand fall once the helicopter had become little but a shrinking black dot on the horizon; her sweet smile replaced with a small, smug grin. A dozen family servants stood on both sides of her and she walked in-between them, back towards her family’s limo; the doors opened and closed for her without an order being spoken. She relaxed comfortably against the fine black leather, her smooth red-dress resting gracefully over her knees; covered in fine black tights that stretched down to a pair of light-brown boots worth, more than half her servants’ yearly salaries. Her curly blonde hair was pristine, braided with half a dozen daisies resting atop and her fierce blue eyes gazed out of the window as the limo drove slowly forward. Years of training with the finest tutors in the world had given her a slender, toned figure; her breasts naturally large; though not excessive, her bum sizeable but not weighty. Had any been able to see under her dress at this moment, they would have glimpsed an expensive red-lace thong; satin and damp, with a noticeable wet spot on its front. For Samantha Edwards was minutes away from wetting herself; a shame beyond imagining for someone of her status. Yet; even more shockingly, this was by her choice. She had chanced upon this kink by happenstance; two weeks after her sixteenth birthday. The daughter of a British duke, Lady Alice of Cornwall had been invited to go horse-riding with Samantha by her father and she; reluctantly, had accepted. She had found the girl insufferably boring from the start, yet another lickspittle who tried to flatter her for her beauty or father’s wealth: Vapid, senseless, simple. She had ridden fast and deep into her family’s wood; testing her new ‘friend’s’ ability to keep up, until they were more than two hours ride from her mansion. It had been a boiling summer’s day and Samantha had brought two flasks with her, one of water and one of strong Russian Vodka; yet Lady Alice had drunk most of both as well as her own, struggling with the Californian heat. Her father’s mansion controlled a thousand-acres of woodland and; deep along its trails, Lady Alice suddenly asked if they might return to the mansion. Samantha had eagerly obliged, wishing to be free of her company but found herself amused as she realised why the girl had made the request: With every passing minute, it was clear her fellow lady was becoming increasingly in need of the bathroom. At first, it was subtle; Alice fidgeting too much in the saddles as they galloped or slowing at parts where the ground was more uneven, yet once the first hour of their return journey had reached its end, Samantha witnessed the girl’s plight become blisteringly obvious. Her hand was frequently pressed between her legs in the saddle; something Samantha watched with growing interest she could not quite understand, as Alice began to openly moan, small grunts at first, yet soon, wails of desperation, as eventually, nearing the edge of the woodland, Alice had slipped from her steed and begged Samantha’s leave to wait; telling her she would return shortly. Samantha had simply galloped after her; after half-a-minute or so of shock that anyone would dare abandon and command her within her own lands. She found Alice, struggling desperately against the knots of her tight-riding trousers; squirming desperately on the spot. “Alice, get back on your horse, what do you think you’re doing?!”. “Lady Samantha, please, I beg your pardon; I need just a momen-”. “Do you really think I’m going to let you use these woods as a commoner relieves themselves? Get back on your horse, now; or my father will hear of this”. Alice had reluctantly stumbled back to her horse, her hands clutching in-between her legs with every few steps; as she danced desperately, humiliatingly, in-front of Lady Samantha, trying to avert the inevitable, her long brown hair swaying as her shoulders shook violently. Samantha had considered chastising her behaviour further, however she found the way Alice was behaving strangely fascinating: No-one had ever dared behave this way around her before and she felt a strange knot build in her stomach, like a tension waiting to be relieved. Before she could ponder it further, she heard Alice cry-out as Lady Samantha had gasped in shock. Not ten steps from her horse, Samantha watched as a dark wet patch spread rapidly across Alice’s riding trousers; long streams of pee jetting out from several places, running over her boots and forming a large puddle around her. The girl’s body was shaking with fear and relief as she continued to wet herself, sobbing as she begged Samantha for forgiveness, who barely heard the girl; instead enraptured by her ongoing accident... TO BE CONTINUED...
  2. I had the most euphoric orgasm in my shower today. I was rushing home really desperate but also very horny which helped me hold it a little longer. Instead of immediately peeing I got naked into the shower and started masturbating. My clit feels crazy good when I have to pee, idk what that is. I started fucking myself and as I got closer I started peeing little by little and then gushing out spurts. It was so relieving and warm down my legs which made me cum, and cumming made it all come out (as it often does for me if I really have to go). My orgasm went on for what felt like forever after I stopped peeing and it was just ... crazy. How many of you cum way harder when you have to pee? Do you ever pee when you orgasm?
  3. Yearning Yvette The phone rang and Yvette answered immediately. Max was panicking and Yvette could hear Zeta moaning in the background. ‘I’m on my way!’ Yvette drove as quickly as possible to Zeta and Max’s third floor tenement flat, adrenaline pumping at the thought of the night ahead. Second babies often arrived quicker than first ones and from what Max had said Zeta’s contractions were already just four minutes apart. Even after seven years as a community midwife every birth was still something incredible and exciting. Yvette carried everything she needed up the three flights of stairs, avoiding the lift as it’s shuddering, creaking doors terrified her. She knocked on the door and was welcomed in by an excited little Joshua in his pyjamas and a sweating anxious dad, Max. ‘Come in Yvette. Zeta’s in the living room!’ ‘Do you know if her waters have broken Max?’ ‘I’m....I’m not sure...she’s just crying and pushing and pacing so much. It’s just so different from the last time. Come in!’ Yvette followed Max as the toddler followed behind pulling at her leg as he did so. Yvette found Zeta leaning on the windowsill bent forward breathing through another contraction wearing a short strapless top and a knee length floating skirt. Yvette checked Zeta over and as her pain eased she guided her to the couch so she could examine her. Five centimetres dilated but her waters were unbroken and Yvette checked Zeta’s pulse, blood pressure and temperature and asked her more details on when the contractions started and how long they were lasting. Before Zeta could answer another contraction hit and Yvette gave Max instructions to fetch some clean towels, some glasses of cold water and a wet cloth. Max listened and fetched the items with his young toddler in tow. Zeta paced the room breathing through the pain as Yvette guided her until the contraction eased again. The toddler cried for mummy and Zeta bend to kiss his head. ‘Max it’s late. I think you should settle Josh to sleep. He’s tired and I need to concentrate. Thanks honey.’ Yvette smiled at Max and nodded. ‘It could be a while yet. I think it’s probably best for mum. I won’t let you miss anything.’ While Max settled his son to sleep in another room Yvette supported his wife as her contractions remained steady every four minutes then extended to five before easing back to six an hour later. More checks showed progress was steady, though slow. Zeta was now six and a half centimetres dilated and when Yvette checked baby’s heartbeat it remained strong. Max returned three quarters of an hour later looking tired and worried. ‘I didn’t think it would be so long this time?’ ‘Don’t worry Max. Sometimes it takes a little longer. Some babies are in a hurry like Joshua and others, like this little one, just want to take their time. Everything is progressing well and Zeta here is doing amazing. I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea though if you don’t mind?’ ‘Oh honey could I have some more Jacobs crackers with peanut butter please? It’s ok to eat isn’t it?’ ‘Of course! You need to keep your strength up. Keep drinking too. You need to stay hydrated throughout.’ ‘I’m trying Yvette. I finished that water already’ ‘Good girl’ And at that another contraction hit and Zeta moaned and cried as the pain and pressure intensified and she leaned once more on the windowsill and bend over. ‘Yvette! Yvette! I really need the toilet!‘ Yvette grabbed a towel and ran over to Yvette, hitching her dress up and removing her pants just in time for a sudden whoosh as urine and water burst from beneath the girl’s parted legs at force. Max stared in disbelief at the sight before him as he walked in with a mug of tea and some crackers for his wife. Zeta cried. Max stood wide eyed. ‘Oh my God Zee! I’ve never seen anyone piss that amount ever!’ ‘Max that’s her waters breaking. It means baby is on way now!’ Max stood there staring in awe at the soaked towel and his knickerless wife bend over with her behind on show. Had she not been in labour with their second child he could very easily have fucked her she looked so gorgeous, but right now he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to think or do as his wife panted and moaned in pain. Yvette did more checks and was delighted to see that things were continuing to progress and all was going well. She’d been there two hours now but that was the nature of the job. The tea was so welcome though and she had it drunk in no time at all. Despite the lateness of the time Yvette remained wide awake and diligent as Zeta continued in labour as the contractions remained stable every few minutes. Max, however, seemed lost and stressed so Yvette kept him busy by getting him to put the towels from the floor in the wash and getting more glasses of water for his wife and Yvette. She was also grateful when he brought some biscuits too. In her days at hospital Yvette would have been glad of a break by now as her bladder signalled a need to pee. Alone as a sole midwife on a home delivery that wasn’t an option though so Yvette ignored her own need and continued to provide excellent care for the mum to be. Finally another hour later and Zeta reached the illusive ten centimetres dilated and she sat on the floor with her knees up and feet in the floor, towel beneath her, as she pushed against another contraction. Yvette moved to the floor beside her grateful to be able to move around more as her own bladder definitely wanted emptied now. She couldn’t leave a mum in this position though so her own need would have to wait, even though she yearned for five minuets to use the toilet. Baby struggled a bit and Yvette monitored the heartbeat closely getting anxious that an emergency trio to hospital might be the next option or having to use aids to assist. But Zeta pushed well and finally Yvette could feel the head emerging. Yvette found it hard to have a hand, covered by a glove, inside another woman’s wet and open vagina feeling right into her womb as her own body fought valiantly in the same area. The irony of how open, relaxed and wet one woman’s pelvic area was compared to how tense and tight the other was wasn’t lost on Yvette who tried not to think of her own bursting bladder while the mum she was caring for was minutes away from giving birth. ‘Right Zeta. You can do this. I can feel the head so with the next contraction I need you to push as much as you can. Ok? You are doing brilliant. It’s almost over now.’ Less than a minute later and Zeta screamed and panted as another long and strong contraction hit as Max watched on in wonder and Yvette wriggled and held her hands between another woman’s legs to steady baby’s head. Sure enough a head of hair came closer and closer to Yvette’s hands as closed eyes covered in slippery blood and two ears pushed through then paused. Yvette checked baby could get air as her palm held the baby’s head steady. ‘You’re almost there Zeta! Keep pushing.’ Pushing was something Yvette absolutely couldn’t do though as her own urethra pounded and her heart paced as excitement of the imminent birth encompassed Yvette combined with a huge yearning and need to empty her now obviously full bladder. ‘Max it might help if you held her hand. Maybe even counted through the next contraction?’ Max took his wife’s hand and stroked her forehead though his eyes refused to leave the extraordinary scene between his wife’s legs. Sure he had been at his sons birth but it was in hospital surrounded by doctors and nurses, clinical, clean and at a distance. This was something else. To be this close to seeing his new child, this was raw and pure and miraculous. With the next push a beautiful baby girl full of dark black hair appeared and Yvette helped Max cut the cord while she immediately checked the babies vital signs and mum’s observations too. The first cry had all three adults crying too and Yvette cleaned and covered the baby and handed her to Max as she instructed Zeta to push again. ‘No! It’s only one! Please tell me it’s not twins?’ Yvette laughed, though she had to quickly squeeze between her legs with her hand as she did so, hoping Max was too engrossed in the baby to notice. ‘It’s just the placenta Max. Nothing to worry about. I just need that safely out next.’ ‘Oh yeah...I forgot that bit. Oh Zee she’s just perfect. So perfect. See her nose...she’s got your nose..’ Zeta pushed as Yvette saw the placenta come out as she checked it was complete and healthy before policing it carefully on a tray and placing it aside. She cleaned Zeta up and got her clean pants and a maternity pad wishing as she did so that she had such a pad on so she could perhaps allow her muscles to relax and let go of all the pee inside her that yearned to be out. Oh she so urgently had to pee! Yvette checked the time and filled in details of the time of birth and location on official forms before gently checking over baby and weighing her. ‘A very healthy 3.2 kilos! Well done Zeta! You were outstanding! She’s perfectly healthy and all yours.’ Yvette crossed her legs as she handed the beautiful bundle to her mum. She looked at the loving couple, sitting on the floor beside each other, backs resting on the back of the couch with their new child in mum’s arms. She desperately wanted to ask if she could use their bathroom before leaving but it just somehow would spoil the moment so she packed her bag and smiled as she gently and quietly said goodbye. ‘I’ll pop over tomorrow and check on you both Zeta. Well done. She’s beautiful. You stay there. I can let myself out. Make sure and get some rest tonight both of you. Any problems or concerns you have my number. Call me anytime.’ And at that she made her way out of the flat, over five hours since she had entered it and made her way quietly down the three flights of stairs, grabbing between her legs as she did so, grateful for trousers and not a skirt. Alone in her car in the pitch black in the middle of the night Yvette used a hand to press firmly between her legs. She yearned for a bathroom, to be able to relax and pee after being bursting for hours. Yes there was a euphoria of delivering a baby but finally getting to pee after holding so long would be equally euphoric too. Thankfully the traffic was quiet, as expected at 3am, and Yvette slipped quietly into her own house, hung up her coat and ran to the under stair toilet feeling dribbles threatening to leak as she did. It would be another close call! Yvette sat on the cold toilet seat in the dark and sighed contentedly as her body relaxed finally and gave in to its yearnings. The splash of urine seemed insubordinately loud in the middle of the night but Yvette had to go so badly she couldn’t stop. She smiled thinking of Zeta and Max as she couldn’t help but touch herself between her legs feeling her own urethra and Swollen vaginal lips and clitoris just as she had felt someone else’s an hour previously. Nothing felt better than a vagina she thought, especially a wet open one like her own. Suddenly she yearned for something else and despite the late hour and pitch darkness she needed to fulfil that yearning too. So she did and ended her night on a triple high: a longed for healthy baby, a longed for huge long pee and a brilliant orgasm too. The icing on the cake came the following day when Yvette visited Max and Zeta and heard that their beautiful baby had been named Lachtara...Greek for longed for, greatly desired; yearning. No name suited better really.
  4. This is a fan-fiction of the anime "My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes lead to Doom!" an Anime which I cannot recommend enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mary was walking along the academia’s paths, her elegant orange dress scraping the stones under her. Before coming, he had checked, and Keith was currently inside class. It was so hard for her to spend quality time with Catarina these days, between all of her suitors. But now, Catarina was all by herself, and now Mary was bringing her vegetables, seeds, and a special diuretic-spiked water bottle. If all went well, Mary would comfort the wet and crying Catarina, and maybe even… Mary got warmer below her stomach. She couldn’t think of that now or she’d be distracted. She got to Catarina’s small garden field, where she was working energetically with a hoe. Looking up from her work, she saw Mary on the path; she smiled and waved at her. “Mary! What brings you here?” she asked enthusiastically. “Oh, I wanted to come by and visit you” she offered her basket, “I saw you hard at work and brought you some seeds for your garden and some water since you must be thirsty.” Catarina smiled widely. “Aw, thanks, Mary.” Thirsty from her work, Katarina a girly drink from the bottle. After she put it down, Katerina picked up her whole again and got back to work, planting the seeds and vegetables that Mary had brought her. “Say, Catarina, why do you work so hard at your farming even now that we’re at school?” “Well,” said Catarina, not stopping, “you’ve gotta be ready for anything. Farming could come in handy one day.” Remembering something, she asked, “So, Mary, is there anyone you like yet? How’s your relationship with Alan?” Mary looked fondly Catarina, “Well, he’s nice, but in all honesty, I like you.” “Hehe” That’s nice, but not what I meant. Soon, Catarina began shifting her legs, and eventually she put down her hoe gingerly. “Catarina,” Mary asekd innocently, “Is something wrong?” “I’m fine, Mary. I just need to go to the ladie’s.” Mary grew excited. “Well, Catarina, how about…” Just then, Mary heard Keith’s voice calling for Catarina. Shoot, he must have gotten out of class! Quickly, Mary Crab Catarina and pushed her towards the large tool said that was always near the fields. Catarina, surprised by this, accidentally squirted into her pants, the diuretic taking effect. They both went into the shed, Catarina desperate to hold her self now. As Mary closed the door behind them, Catarina began squirting uncontrollably into her panties, and she quickly took of her undergarments and squatted, peeing into the dirt. “Sorry, Catarina, it was just…” She turned quiet, and red, when she saw Catarina urinating so openly in front of her. Mary’s heart and breathing sped up, and she looked stunned at her love interest’s crotch. Finally, Catarina stopped peeing. “Ah…” She looked up. “Sorry Mary, I really had to go. Do you have something that I can use?” “Oh, uh, sure.” She handed over her handkerchief, and Catarina rubbed herself with it. Dressing, Catarina got up again and gave the handkerchief back. “Sorry about that.” She hugged Mary and pulled apart. “You’re a great friend.” “Uh, yeah.” After Mary and Catarina had left, later that night in her room, dressed lightly in pajamas, Mary locked her door and flopped on her queen-size bed. Grabbing her handkerchief from her night table, she smelled it fondly. It still smelled like Catarina’s pee. Mary remembered, warmly, how Catarina had looked so relieved to pee freely, and how… Soon, Mary couldn’t take it anymore and began rubbing her crotch. It felt good, and she rubbed harder. No one was around to hear her orgasm loudly.
  5. This story is original, entirely ficticious and dramatized. I dont intend to do anything like this in real life for the safety of a human's urinary system, made for enjoyment purposes only. Im not that great at writing, i try my best so here it is... Me and my girlfriend love pee. We are the biggest pee freaks ever. We love drinking each others pee. Sex is soaking wet wild fun every single time. We wear diapers to sleep and long car rides cause its adorable to be able to change each other. But the most fun we have with pee is of course holding it and being desperate together. We constantly clean messes allover the house all the time and just don't care, since it's just me and her in the house. We held pee so much we became pros at it, and with enough practice we were able to get as equally desperate and last a long time. So one day we decided to hold our steel bladders as long as humanly possible to see how much we can pee at once. We drank the same amount of water and went to sleep later that night. Waking up in the middle of the night needing to pee we kept disregarding our need and went back to sleep. When we woke up we were feeling that throbbing morning fullness. But we definately werent gonna pee any time soon, and our bladders were getting ready for a long, long day ahead. We made breakfast and drank 3 cups of coffee and 2 cups of orange juice each. After breakfast our desperation was growing pretty bad. We decided to have a bit of 'fun' and I must say it kind of made it a bit worse. My girlfriend squirted a few times and i had let out a few squirts to remain equally desperate. My bladder started throbbing again and so did hers so we decided to sit and cuddle up together and watch Netflix to get our minds off this full throbbing pain. About an hour later our needs to pee dropped for some reason. I guess our bladders stretched out that much and we got used to the pressure. Still needing to go just as bad, we decided to keep drinking more water to keep filling, continuing to binge watch episodes on Netflix for the rest of the afternoon. Pretty soon, the desperation made an alarming comeback on both of us. My bladder was aching horribly and my girlfriend started squirming hard, crossing, squeezing her legs and moaning and it made me start doing the same. She said "its getting sooo bad omg" and i replied "i know babe but we can do this" both shaking and moaning together. Then, I felt myself spurt a leak. "Oh no" i said "i'm starting to leak!" i was on the verge of crying. Then it made my girlfriend leak too. Now we both had big wet spots on our skinny jeans. Then, I had an idea. We smoked some weed to dull the pain and it worked. We pretty much forgot about our desperation and stopped bouncing around like mad. We were very calm and hardly felt any pressure at all. So we continued to watch Netflix and shortly after, started to get hungry. I didn't feel like making food so we ordered delivery. While eating we ended up drinking 2 liters of soda each and a bunch of more water afterwards, totally forgetting about our need to pee. The desperation came back worse than ever before. We broke a new record today of the longest hold we have ever done. We started moaning squirming and shaking again so we smoked some more weed. But this time, it didn't help much. We were so full and desperate at this point nothing could ease the pain. We started sweating and crying from being in so much pain. My girlfriend panting and moaning said "I.. I.. I dont know... How much longer... I can... Ugghh.. Hold this..." And i said "me too... Babe... Ugghhh... It hurts ughhh... So... So much". Facing each other still shaking and bouncing around to control the leaks, big spurts began to come out of both of us. And this time our bladders were giving us that 'final stand' feeling like they were ready to fully give out. We stripped naked for the extra fun. Taking off our clothes was not easy. We literally had to undress each other so neither of us lost control. Now standing in our room both totally naked, we were bouncing and dancing around, moaning and holding our crotches for a good 10 minutes. Then both hands rammed into our crotches for another 10 minutes, still moaning and doing violent pee dances. Then, we both spurted, and stopped pee dancing, realizing that no more movements or holding will help resist the insane pressure behind our peeholes. Still facing each other naked, our legs were quivering, almost buckling, both crying and panting in pain. Pee now dripping out my hands while holding myself i said "i.. I.. I think this is it... Im.. Imma.. Im about to lose it... any second...". My girlfriend, also holding herself with pee dripping out her hands said "me too... Its.. Its coming... Its coming out..." About less than a minute later, it finally happened. Simultaneously, we both felt our bladders give one BIG push beyond our physical control and the pipes bursted!!! Our streams were shooting at us like a powerwash hose!!! We were both SCREAMING in pleasure, peeing this insane power stream at each other for at least 5 minutes, maybe 7!!! It literally felt like a 5 minute long orgasm!!! We didn't know when it would end! Finally, our streams died down and we were done. Now empty and VERY sore, the damage was incredible. All the walls were soaking wet, the ceiling dripping from every square inch, and the floor... Forget it. It was so deeply flooded I had to get a pool hose and siphon the water up and out of the house. But we didnt care. The cleanup was worth it. That was a feeling we never felt before. We went to bed absolutely exhausted. Our lower bellies hurt so bad from the pain of holding and we were rubbing our bellies while drifting off to sleep. The next morning we woke up with a soaking wet bed, and we wore diapers for the next 2 days. Our bladders were so worn out from the other night, we both kept having accidents like nothing. Thankfully, it went back to normal after a couple days. That was fun, but we would never reach that point of desperation again! Hope you enjoyed my story, thanks for reading!
  6. The house is silent. It’s late. With street lamps off, every inch of the room is lost in blackness. My parents are away, making me responsible for my two younger sisters. I hear one awake. They shuffle toward my room and the door swings slowly open. The hallway night light silhouettes young Lilly tip toeing toward me. I know why she’s here, I secretly hoped for it. She taps my arm. “Did it happen?” I ask, not wanting to unnecessarily embarrass her. “Yes,” the sheepish reply. “It’s okay. Were you wearing a diaper?” “No. I...” Lilly’s voice was shaky and tearful. “Don’t worry. Mom doesn’t have to know.” We walked hand in hand to the dim bathroom, where I helped her out of her wet pyjamas and dried her with a bath towel. I left her with wet wipes while I retrieved a clean shirt and pants, then helped her dress. She was shaking when I tucked her into my dry bed, so I offered what reassurance I could, then held her hand until she was asleep. As much as it pains me to see Lilly upset with herself, I had been praying for this to happen tonight. I feel guilty for it, but her bed was legitimately wet now. I have the perfect excuse to have some fun, and it’s not the end of the world if I can’t hide all the evidence. As I walk out I scoop a pair of leggings from my linen basket. I close the door and walk down the hall past Amy. I check she is sound asleep and close her door too. Lilly’s room is on the other side of the bathroom, secluded at the far end of the house. I step in and click the door shut. A night light glows on its dimmest setting, making shapes of furniture loom from the dark. The aroma is sweet, unmistakably the smell of my sister’s accident. I feel ashamed to use her as a cover story, but I adore playing like this and simply cannot get away with damaging my mattress. Lilly’s bears the scars from many accidents, and Mom has fully prepared it with a waterproof protector. I wonder how intentional Lilly’s accidents are. She’s getting older and should surely have grown out of it by now. Does she enjoy it as much as I do? Why wasn’t she wearing her diaper? I replace my pyjamas with the leggings. I know I can include them in the bedding wash without suspicion. Then, at last, I perch my bottom on her bed. The cold clammy sheets make my leggings damp. I swing my legs up and lay back. My bladder seems suddenly on the verge of release, as if I have just stepped in a bathroom and am lowering down onto the seat. My body is trained to know the feeling of Lilly’s wet bed. This ritual has happened so many times. I am deeply aroused. My routine knows what’s coming. With a hand behind my head, my right begins to circle my crotch. The first tentative touches through the material are the beginning of my journey. With fingers almost trembling, I explore the seam that runs along the seat of the leggings. The fabric is doubled over here, numbing the sensations within. My fingertips survey the textile in detail. I run them up and down, side to side. Every curve must be explored. From up above, where the waist band rests on my bladder, to below where the top of my legs met with the crest of my bottom. I place one finger either side and feel how swollen it is. The fabric stretched over the skin, the skin stretched over my arousal. I draw my fingers together, bringing the tips to the crevice which aches to be touched. Slow exploration becomes tapping, the impact of my fingers’ dance starting the swell of pleasure within. Soon tapping becomes rubbing. The once delicate curves demanding more and more pressure to feel alive. My heartbeat throbs in my ears, muted heavy breaths roll over my tongue. Before I know it my hand has slipped past the waistband. Fingers traverse sticky wet lips. Damp leggings press my hand flat. While my index and middle fingers explore the folds, my other fingers are forced further down. I feel the tight dot of my bottom hole squeezing and pulsing. It seems to writhe with the waves of pleasure that grow within me. My small finger is lost to the warmth between cheeks. I close my eyes. Without a thought, I have fingers deep inside me now. My knees are rising uncommanded, heels digging into bed. Wet sheets cling to my arching back. My hand is on the verge of cramping. The same repetitive circling of my fingers fatiguing me. I’m on autopilot. I don’t think about any action. Despite the ache in my wrist I penetrate harder and faster. I am rewarded by waves of pleasure, coming and going with growing power. I gasp. Deep within, fingers slip between velvety skin. I know the spot well, drawing up and down it again and again. I am close now. Very close. The flutters that come and go stay for longer. Each one pulling me higher. My body rises more from the bed, heals lifting my bottom clear of the sheets. Groans escape into the room. It’s arriving. I want to wet the bed in time with this, but I’ve no clue how. I’ve never done the two together like but I crave the idea. I gasp, trying to relax without hindering the impending climax. I feel the need to pee, I really do. It’s almost too much. Fingers pound me, thumb searching for pee hole but meeting the hard nipple of my cliterous instead. I try to relax. Force me bladder. Pant, gasp. Then a victory. One short sharp squirt of liquid hits my palm and disappears through my fingers. A scream is muffled into a moan. Deep inside my attempts to relax give way to spasms that come at lightning speed. My bottom hits the bed hard, thighs trembling beyond control. The urge to pee battles with pleasure. Another press inside and the spasms grip my middle finger harder than ever. I can’t take it. Bursts of pee begin erupting from me. I can’t breath for the joy of it. Every wave of pleasure breaks into a hot golden splash that smothers my fingers. I withdraw my aching hand. An involuntary gasp signals a finale, the ecstasy writhing though becoming a breath in the night. As pleasure fades I can relax fully. The trickle of pee that runs to my bottom becomes a stream. The hiss is louder than any moan. Cold sheets become warm again, the precious hot liquid pooling around my back. My leggings are soaked and I love it. I’m almost exhausted, but not quite. So aroused by my own activities, I cannot find rest. In a final act, I remove the saturated leggings and allow my recovering hand to find my cliterous. It is electric to touch. I circle it with my index finger, building my body to one final indulgence. At last, my work is done.
  7. View File [NUDITY] Wetting, Nude Wetting, and Orgasm **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty My very first file upload! I was playing with someone online who made me endure challenges or sit in certain positions so I leaked. This included: pressing on my bladder, sitting legs open, laying on my belly and humping, and laying on my back legs up (clothed and nude). Most of it was captured in these moments. I do hope you enjoy~! Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 02/26/2020 Category Transgender (FtM)  
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    **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty My very first file upload! I was playing with someone online who made me endure challenges or sit in certain positions so I leaked. This included: pressing on my bladder, sitting legs open, laying on my belly and humping, and laying on my back legs up (clothed and nude). Most of it was captured in these moments. I do hope you enjoy~!

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  9. 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?
  10. During the times of peace after the defeat of Cell, our heroic Gohan was in High School trying to live a Double Life as a Regular Boy & as the Great Saiyaman, Videl was called into action yet again to fight off Criminal Adversaries so she left the Class Room until..... *Man in Videl's Intercom Watch*: Hurry Videl, a woman is being strongly tied up by a Big Brute along with 2 Ladies who are holding guns towards the woman's head for ransom! Videl *running*: Don't worry chief I'm on my way to the scene hopefully nothing will come-- (See's Great Saiyaman flying towards the Scene) Videl: Ugh, it's that guy again! *opens her Flying Vehicle from the Dyno-Cap* I'll be the one who will get there first before he does! *Starts flying her vehicle* *From Far Distance* Great Saiyaman: I must get there before anyone gets hurt especially that Videl girl, hmm *looks back* it looks like she is trying to catch up before I do Videl *squirming*: Mmm...uhh... *covers her groin area with her hand* dammit why didn't I go to the restroom earlier before I darted out of the classroom! *From Far Distance* Great Saiyaman: Hmm? It appears she is slowing down, I wonder why? Videl *squirming like crazy with one hand down covering her groin area*: Mmm...ugh...hmm...hehehe I don't think I'm gonna make it, not gonna lie but I kinda wanna wet myself rather than stopping by at a restroom... Great Saiyaman: *Flies towards Videl* Umm are you okay Videl? Videl *embarrassed/squirming*: Not really, um hey Great Saiya-Guy I'll let you handle the Crime Scene mmm-ugh-tell them I wasn't able to make it & that something--uh hehehe-came up PLEASE! Great Saiyaman: Sure thing, I'm on it *Flies towards the Crime Scene* (Videl lands her Flying Vehicle) Videl *now sexually tension aroused*: Oh my lady part feels nice just by rubbing it on the--mmm aw mmm aw--outside... I'm gonna--I'm gonna wet myself Videl *embarrassed/squirming/aroused*: Aw-aw-aw I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna wet my black shorts, I'mma 'bout to, I'mma 'bout to *bursts urine through her Black Shorts & screams* AAWWW!!! Videl: *continues peeing in her Black Shorts in a Relaxed State* Aw... that felt nice.... I didn't know what came over me... hehehehe *stops wetting herself* Videl: Ah crap I got the Console in my Vehicle all wet! Oh well luckily I got a spare in my pocket but first I should go clean up & change my clothes then return to school. (See's Great Saiyaman heading out from the Crime Scene) Videl: What do you know he finished the job for me, this time I won't be mad at him but myself but I'll still be trying to figure out who he is.
  11. I appreciate this video. Certainly one of favourites right now (Although it's a year old) as a template. To share my reasoning, when I think of making a wetting video or preparing to make one....like most people, it's hard not to be excited. Whatever starts it. Whether it's the anticipation of the wet fabric clinging against you, etc. At that point, what was a wetting video can easily not be one if it isn't done right. Kudos to this guy for not holding back, and staying within the realm of exceptional desperation. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b4064a03e849
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    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.
  13. 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
  14. 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.
  15. View File Tickle/Orgasm Wettings Here's a couple more tickling style videos. The first two are pretty similar in the end result. After a period of tickling and vibrating, the girls have a squirting orgasm that results in a lot of liquid being displaced. The last one is continual leaking throughout the video, but it too is a mix of tickling and vibrators. There is nudity in the last one. Submitter zen Submitted 06/02/2017 Category Female videos Clothing
  16. 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.
  17. 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.
  18. 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 ^\\\\^
  19. 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.
  20. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaGA6gCTmjc&feature=g-vrec&context=G2d9db62RVAAAAAAAACg
  21. 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!
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    Here's a couple more tickling style videos. The first two are pretty similar in the end result. After a period of tickling and vibrating, the girls have a squirting orgasm that results in a lot of liquid being displaced. The last one is continual leaking throughout the video, but it too is a mix of tickling and vibrators. There is nudity in the last one.

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  23. Ok so as this story is 100% made up I don't want to consider it much as fiction because it's a hot fantasy I hope I can make come true someday. I am single btw so my 'girlfriend' is a made up character in this story, but I am a drag queen in real life. I am out drinking with my girlfriend one cold winter night, dressed up in my female form, since she adores me as a woman and wanted to take her 'girlfriend' out. We come home later and get chilly from the cold outside. So we go cuddle up on my bed, while giving each other cute little kisses on our faces. Since we were both drunk this made us really kinky, so we get off the bed and she sits on some chair, grabs me and throws me down onto her lap, and starts making hard love with me. Now that i'm sitting upright I realize all this beer caught up with my bladder. I was bursting so I tell her to stop a minute so I can go pee, but she refused to let go of me and kept her arms wrapped around me, violently kissing me. A few minutes pass and I moan to her in my girly voice "babe i have to pee sooooo bad please let go of meee". She says giggling "nope... your not going anywhere!" and holds me down tighter. A few more minutes pass and I am now extremely desperate and start squirming in her arms trying to break free. I say again in my girly moan "mmmmm let goooo pleeeease why can't you just let me peeee I cant hold it anymore!" She says again giggling "you better hold it! I'm not letting you go till I feel like it!" Her resistence to let me go made me start dribbling in my panties. Moaning and squirming in her arms i said "noooo stoppp im about to peee myself! ooooohh im leaking!" But that only makes her squeeze me even tighter which made me leak even more. I keep whining like a girl and she kept giggling. She was incredibly aroused and amused by all of this. I end up getting so desperate I can't hold back the flow anymore and i burst into a full flood, soaking both of our leggings and crotch/butts, i was shrieking in relief while she moans in pleasure. I pee for 2 minutes full flow and emptied my entire bladder on her. Completely soaked she kisses me on the forehead, caresses my face and says "damn girl! You peed alot! That was impressive!" I blush so hard feeling so flattered. So she begins to strip me as im giggling, throws me onto the bed naked, takes off her wet clothes, puts on her strap-on dildo and penetrates me. I lay there wailing and screaming in pleasure which made her go even faster and harder. Then I hit climax and had the most intense P-Spot orgasm of my life! Then the next night, we did the same exact thing vice versa, giving her the payback she deserved!
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