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  1. Yodlinpikey

    Looking for...

    ABOUT THIS BLOG Hi guys, I'm really searching high and low to find videos of slightly chubby redheads peeing outside, so I figured I would put the question out there to see which of you lovely people could help with the quest
  2. Okay I know this isn't omo as such but I wanted to share it anyway. So I got home from work and there was a thunderstorm. It was almost pitch black outside and rain was thundering down. I hadn't gone to the bathroom all day at work and had been drinking tea. I waited until my family was away then decided I'd do it in the garden for a bit of fun. I figured I'd get away with it as it was already raining. My neighbours have a view of my garden so I had to be discreet. I started by taking my underwear off and sitting on the back step (I wear a skirt). I then peed a little onto the path. I then stood up, stood with my legs apart a little and peed onto the grass. It felt so good! I then went over to some dirt and squatted down near to my cat, pretending to pet her (in case the neighbours looked!) And peed into the dirt. I let out most of my pee there. I really wanted to do a standing pee on the fence or a distance pee (I can pee standing) but the neighbours might've seen me. I stood up and let out the rest of my pee, standing on the grass. I really want to try standing and peeing outside properly, though. I can aim and piss standing into a toilet. I'd love to try it on a wall or a tree sometime like a real dude ;).
  3. View File fun diapered bike ride with suppository and bananas fun diapered bike ride with suppository and bananas. there were many flies around :-) comments welcome Submitter femboydl Submitted 06/28/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  4. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b0ad33091ee5
  5. Kei

    FC2 Collection #1

    Version

    3,979 downloads

    I'll be going through an FC2 profile full of hundreds of videos and ripping them to post here. It'll be done in small batches, both to space things out and because of FC2's viewing limits. One screencap per video is posted.

    Free

  6. justarandomguy

    Reporter/Newspeople Desperation

    So my girlfriend recently (as in the last year) started working with the local news station as a producer and camera person. She's had her fair share of "on-scene" location shootings and has relayed to me a good number of desperation stories. She says its totally not uncommon for a reporter to be stuck somewhere for a good amount of time without access to a bathroom. Just the other day she was on location with another one of the young female reporters and noticed that she was obviously getting pretty desperate. It was 5:45 in the morning, most stores were closed, and they had both been downing coffee and tea to stave off sleepiness. I wish I could've been a fly on the wall. While it didn't affect my girlfriend all that much, apparently the reporter made a beeline for the bathroom the second they got the all clear from the studio. It's an interesting thought. I mean, we all have to pee, but how many times do you think the reporter, anchor, or even producer behind the camera has to go during a live shot? The thought honestly intrigues me.
  7. I am glad to have time this Saturday to play with my OMO fetish. I got super hydrated this AM and decided a hold and video was on my agenda. At start of video, I am seen with pee dance and just a minute or less before I give in to the urge. Wearing a white thong that become mostly see through as pee starts - so caution to anyone who dislikes male anatomy showing (partly). Hope someone enjoys this. I accidentally hit wrong phone button so the video cuts off, but I flipped video back on rapidly for finishing to completion - will post if enough positive response. Also, I definitely couldn't empty bladder and have intent to do more fun in hour or so. IMG_3870.m4v
  8. I usually don't have a curfew, but I set one for myself at 11 pm whenever I go out. The streets are dark, generally my street is quiet. Perfect for a late night exhibition pee. I planned this for a while, but never got the courage to actually go through with it. I came home from the partner's late one night, I was in the car and I had to pee. But where could I pee at? I got it! The house next door is abandoned, and I could go next to their house in the hedges, there is no light so I don't have the risk of being caught (Unless someone walk/drove down the road). I held my crotch firmly. Already damp with excitement. I pulled into my driveway, practically humping my hand. I realized I couldn't hold it. I kept my bag in the car as I tried to find a place to squat, By this time I was squirming and a little was already dripping into my yoga pants. So I just dropped my pants right there in the bushes and let loose. My urine arched as I peed full force. Drips shot onto my shoes. I moan slightly, sparks shivered up my back. I pulled up my pants and hopped over the puddle. Going back to the car to retrieve my belongings. My girl bits were still a little wet with pee, but this furthered my excitement. It was such a good feeling to do something so bad. Needless to say, I cleaned up, threw myself in bed and enjoyed myself in sexual activities. ;]
  9. This wasn't my first wetting, but the first one I took pictures of, so here's the story: It was shortly after midnight and I hadn't anything interesting to do, so I decided to go for a little walk and eventually pee myself outside. I quickly put on my tightest jeans, emptied a 1liter bottle of tap water and left my appartment. Not yet sure where I wanted to go, I wandered around the block for a little while and finally decided to walk along the little an the edge of the city. After about 20 minutes, while passing a little bench placed at the edge of a ditch, with a beautiful view of the misty meadows under the starfilled sky and 'leaving on a jetplane' playing from a house nearby, I started to feel the water build up in my bladder. But I couldn't go there yet. I wanted more pressure and less potential witnesses. So I continued my walk, wondering where I could let go best. Should I go in the park? Or should I go by the piles of rubble in the industrial park? My choice fell on the piles of rubble, they where were a little closer by and I didn't need to cross a rather busy intersection. By the time I entered the industrial park it felt like my bladder was full enough to really soak my pants. I started to walk a little faster. When I finally arrived at my destination I took a quick look around to make sure no one was near and disappeared behind a big pile of stones. There was a streetlight near it, so I was able to see what I was doing. I simply let go. I did the whole thing, first with straight legs, then I crossed them, I sqatted down, did everything I love to see in a wetting. After I finished, I had to make up a strategy to make my way home. It wasn't far away and it must've been around 1:15, so there were virtually no people out. Well, some cars were, but the drivers have more important things to watch out for at night than my pissy jeans, I figured. I walked around the industrial park a little, enjoying my soaking wet jeans clinging to my legs. After about 10 more minutes I arrived across my street. I ran across the bigger street, with my shoes making little squishy noises, which was a new experience for me. I have never run with pissed jeans before, only rode my bike and drove around in my car. Now I was almost there, only 20-30 meters away from my house. Too bad a waiting car was between it and me. I changed the side of the street and hoped they wouldn't notice (that fear was quite ridiculous in hindsight, because my pants were rather dark and soaked enough to not look like I peed in them) and they really didn't. Finally home. I made sure one last time if someone was in the staircase and then I made a run for my appartment. Inside I decided to take some pictures of the aftermath of what I did to my jeans and what I was going to do to them in the shower, I attached them for you, if you'd like to see them ;)
  10. View File wetting tight levis 501 jeans in public - at the mall - at the furniture store - at the parking wetting tight levis 501 jeans in public - at the mall - at the furniture store - at the parking Submitter femboydl Submitted 09/30/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans  
  11. File Name: ノーパンで尿意我慢しながら近所徘徊 File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 18 Jun 2013 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Skirt Found on FC2. Click here to download this file
  12. File Name: ビッグバンローター仕込んで街にGO!② File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 26 May 2013 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Skirt Title taken from FC2. A desperate woman is followed and harassed until she loses control. Click here to download this file
  13. File Name: 岩陰に隠れて・・・ File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 12 Jul 2013 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Skirt From FC2. Click here to download this file
  14. File Name: FC2 Collection #5 File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 22 Sep 2013 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Various I'll be going through an FC2 profile full of hundreds of videos and ripping them to post here. It'll be done in small batches, both to space things out and because of FC2's viewing limits. One screencap per video is posted. Click here to download this file
  15. File Name: Пописала в шортики на диване File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 13 Jun 2013 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Shorts Found on VK. Click here to download this file
  16. HI guys, maybe lately I've been opening too many topics, but well, I love experimenting, so... :P Besides, I checked to see if a post like this already exists, and I couldn't find it, so... Here I go: I never tried to be VERY desperate in public, because I would be super embarrassed to wet myself while seen by strangers, and unlike some other members of this community, I don't get aroused by public humiliation. I enjoy roleplay humiliation, because it's mutually planned. Nevertheless, I really find arousing, the idea of not having full control of me while out from home, and I'd like to have some hidden leak in public. So I'd like to try wearing something absorbent into my underwear and hang around in public, keeping myself busy, until I leak and wet myself. I'm also curious to feel the sensation of damp and warm. What could I use for that? I think a diaper would be too much, and besides I'm not sure I like the idea. I never lost control to the point of totally soaking myself, so something smaller should be ok. Though it would be probably make me feel a sissy (I'm male and 100% eterosexual) I thought about pads... Do you know what kind of pad is the best for my purpose? Otherwise, do you know other things I could use, also home-made solutions? Maybe I could even prefere a home-made thing 'cause if I buy pads, I wouldn't know where to hide theme (and I don't live alone). - Gnii
  17. File Name: kelly wets her panties File Submitter: videoman File Submitted: 14 Jun 2013 File Category: General / Western Videos Clothing: Unspecified lady in the kitchen wets her panties Click here to download this file
  18. View File desperately wetting sexy white spandex tights in public desperately wetting sexy white spandex tights in public comments welcome! you can find more at tumblr-> http://femboydl.tumblr.com/archive FYI. this content was uploaded without my permission but after discussion with rachelkirwan, it's ok. Submitter femboydl Submitted 05/28/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing
  19. Kei

    Parking Lot Wetting

    Version

    145 downloads

    Some male wetting from xTube. I think he's speaking German? I'm not sure.

    Free

  20. Before we get going, I'd just like to thank gobphus for proofing this post and clearing up all my clumsy mistakes. It's thanks to him that your reading experiences can remain uninterrupted by dodgy grammar and bizarre misspellings. The sun shone down over the town that afternoon, painting a stunning warm glow over the 16th century buildings. My temporary roommate Hannah and I walked along the cobbled road, our swimming bags over our shoulders and our hair still wet with pool water. We both felt the relief of the end of our third year of studies. As we walked, Hannah sipped away at a large sports bottle she’d been carrying from the pool. I’d noticed her drinking a lot this morning. It was a little unlike her, she’d been swearing by drinking iced tea, which normally she complained about being too bitter. As we left the buildings behind, the road grew more into a track. The cobbles disappeared and the dirt path grew narrower and narrower. Ahead of us were rolling fields painted in all mixture of greens. The sky was a clear, rich blue, and standing tiny on the horizon was that unforgettable oak tree. “You know, every time I see that tree, I can’t help but imagine you peeing at the bottom of it.” Hannah remarked, pressing the bottle in between her lips yet again. “It’s only happened a few times.” I replied, immediately feeling a little turned on by the conversation. “But what a sight it must have been! I wish I could’ve been a stranger walking past at just the right moment.” “Hannah! Don’t be naughty,” I teased. “Besides, no one ever walks down here. In all the times I’ve been on this bridal, I’ve never seen another soul.” We continued walking along the track, the tree slowly growing closer. The verges were so overgrown that I was walking behind Hannah. Her long, wet hair draped over her shoulders and down her back. As she walked, her hair swayed a little from side to side, leaving damp smudges on her snug red crop top. My eyes drifted down. She had denim shorts on. They were tiny, hugging her cute little bottom and hardly covering anything else. I had a sneaky feeling she was going commando. Like me, she usually gets dressed in my small attic room before going swimming and only wears the bathing suit under her clothes. Now that suit was used and rolled up in her bag. But she did at least have a bra on, I could see the strap through her tight top. “So did you do it today?” “Do what?” I asked Hannah, intrigued by the cheeky tone in her voice. “You know…” she said suggestively, “take a wittle widdle in the pool.” I giggled. “Charlie! It’s not fair on those around you!” There was a pause. “Does feel nice though, doesn’t it?” She joked. On this warm day I too had broken out my spring clothes. They consisted of a striped t-shirt and dark, distressed-look jeggings. Like Hannah, I wore a bra but no panties. We both wore flip-flops. We were walking for some time, my eyes pretty much transfixed on Hannah’s figure. She’d finished her drink and slipped the bottle into her bag. As we made it to the bottom of the ancient oak, Hannah held my hand and led me off the bridal path. I began to get even more exited. My heart fluttered a little as I anticipated what was to come. The dirt track that led to the base of the tree was now grassy, and as we reached the branches’ shade, we found ourselves surrounded by long grass. A calming breeze filtered through the grass, swaying it and rustling the leaves above us. As she turned to her side, I noticed something distinctly odd about her profile. Her slim figure bulged at the abdomen, and it only took one guess to know why. “Hannah?” I asked, “When was the last time you weed?” I could feel my excitement grow. A little damp patch was becoming visible in my crotch. Hannah didn’t reply. “You’ve been drinking a lot this morning, I know what you’re up to.” She giggled cutely, brushed her wet, wavy hair behind her ear and, looking me right in the eye, put her bag on the ground. Saying nothing, she flicked her big eyes down at her shorts, then at the tree. My legs trembled, I knew exactly what she was suggesting and the thought of it alone made me incredibly horny. She let go of my hand and stepped up to the thick trunk. I watched eagerly as she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them to her knees. Teasingly covering herself with one elegant hand, she turned to me again. “Do you want a lesson in peeing standing up?” She asked, smiling. I nodded. “Come here,” she beckoned me over. As I stood nervously over the tree routes, she stepped behind me and pulled down my jeggings. “Oh, somebody’s excited!” She remarked at the sticky fabric. I nervously giggled. I could feel her body pressed into my back, her pert little breasts rubbing against me. I tried to suppress my trembling knees. “It’s okay,” she said softly, as she tentatively placed both hands on my thighs. Her head was cocked over my shoulder, so she could see my point of view. She applied a little pressure with her hands, signalling me to spread out a little more. Then, with the lightest of touch, she took my fingers and individually laid besides my tender pussy. “Go on,” she said, slowing releasing her hold on my wrists, “hold yourself a little firmer more and your wee hole will be clear.” I did as Hannah instructed, then stood frozen as she walked round and stood to my right. My heart was beating fast. We both faced into the tree trunk. I eagerly urged myself to start peeing. Just as I felt the first drips swelling next to my fingertips, I heard a loud splash from next to me. My eyes darted to Hannah. A thick golden stream roared from her, splashing against the bark and foaming as it tumbled down the old oak. I could feel a fine spray on my forearm. Then, my own bladder opened up. A gush of hot pee splashed out in all directions. I squealed, jumping back but unable to stop. “You’re doing it wrong!” Hannah exclaimed, turning to face me. Her hot stream now directed right at my jeggings. She gasped, realising what she was doing. Both my legs shook violently. My pee sputtered and spluttered all over the place. Hannah giggled uncontrollably, stepping closer to soak me. Her hot wee was drenching my jeggings. I tried to run away, tearing my dripping hands away from my crotch and allowing the cascade of warm pee to spray everywhere. Hannah chased me, trying to aim her stream at my bare bottom. I felt her hot wee come tumbling over me, streaming down the backs of my legs. I pulled my sopping jeggings up, allowing me to run faster. But she kept up. We carved a path through the long grass, pee still streaming from us. My heart raced, my breath short. I stopped, gasping. Hannah tumbled into me and together we fell to the ground. Her wet bottom landed square on my back, her last drips of wee dampening my top. We were both laughing uncontrollably. As she rolled off me, I rolled to face her. We looked into each others eyes in an entrancing gaze. It was quiet for a long time as we caught our breath. Hannah still had one pee-drenched hand in her crotch. With the other, she brushed my hair away from my face. I could feel a few golden drop running down my cheek. It was in this moment I knew. I knew all the ‘just friends’ was a lie. I knew we’d set out to find out more about our own bodies, to find out more about our fantasies and fetishes. But I also knew we’d found out a lot more than that. I knew, in that moment, that I had fallen for Hannah, and she for me. Knowing she was overstepping our ‘friends with benefits’ agreement, Hannah lent towards me. My heart pounded in my chest. My pee covered hands trembled uncontrollably. I closed my eyes, and our lips met. We lay, hidden under the spring grass, kissing and fondling for what felt like an eternity. Our pee covered clothes rubbed against each other’s, drips of our wee running down the blades of grass around us. “Come with me.” Hannah lead led me back to the base of the tree, where she took off my drenched jeggings and flung them over a branch. Her shorts were patchy with damp spots, but she pulled them up and sat on the floor ground by her bag. “You can put these on if you like.” She offered me her wet bikini bottoms from her swimming bad, but I declined. Instead, I sat my naked bottom next to hers. She took her bra off from inside her top and brushed her hair, before laying back in the grass. “I love you.” I said, watching the branches swing in the breeze. “I love you too, Charlie.”
  21. RavenEevee

    sample b84141e79e33fedc05908c1033c9cb16

    From the album: Stuff i find

  22. gargoyleguy

    A Bad Walk Home

    I just wanted to share a dumb thing I did when I was in like first or second grade. One day after school, I realized maybe I drank too much water that day, and had to go to the bathroom pretty badly. I didn't like the school bathrooms, so I decided, badly, to hold it until I got home. What I forgot about though was that the bus ride home was a good maybe 20 minutes. So there I was. Doing my best to hold it until I got home. But the whole way the pressure was increasing. By the halfway mark it got so bad that every time we hit a pothole, I had to struggle to keep from wetting myself. After what seemed like an eternity of agony, the bus finally stopped at the place close to my house where I got off. It was the home stretch, but by that point I was full to bursting. Every step I took down the road sent shockwaves all through me, and, by default, painful urges through my bladder. I decided to resort to the old stance I saw people do when they had to go really bad. I stuck my hands between my legs, and grabbed myself through my underwear as hard as I could. I then continued to shuffle down the road in that position. I remember being worried someone would see me going down the road like that and stare. I started looking around paranoid from this one thought. As I looked around, I paid such little attention to the road I walked down every day of my life at that point that my clumsy feet walked off the road into the rain ditch on the side of the road. I felt my ankle twist painfully as I fell to my knees, followed shortly after by the feeling of warm liquid seeping into my briefs as I lost control and had a bladder leak. My face burned with embarrassment with the thought that I just peed my pants. I looked down and was relieved to see my pants were still dry. I only leaked enough to make my underwear wet. It didn't soak through. I knew if I didn't get home soon, my pants wouldn't be dry for much longer. So I slowly got up again. I did it carelessly enough to make my bladder spasm again, and I felt a few more drops leak out of me, and re-wet my damp, already growing chilly, underwear. I managed once again, somehow to avoid totally wetting my pants, and continued on. After what felt like a hundred years, but was actually only a few minutes, I finally saw my house coming up. I was so happy to see it. I was going to get home, pee, maybe change my wet underwear, and be done with this whole humiliating day. Everything was hurting below my waist by this point, and I could barely walk anymore. While I was thinking all this I stopped paying attention to the road again. Big mistake. I caught my foot in an uneven part of the road and went sprawling forward onto my hands and knees with a painful thump. I got up, sitting on my legs, waiting for the pain to go away enough so I could get back up and keep going to my goal. As the pain did recede, it was replaced by another feeling. What felt like a warm waterfall in my pants. I looked down in horror just in time to see the dark spot spreading fast. I tried as hard as I could to regain control, and stop the flow, but my bladder just hurt too much to do anything. I knew I had no choice in the matter anymore. So, with a burning red face, I closed my eyes, accepted what was happening. That was probably a worse idea now that I think of it. I heard the hissing sound, and felt the pee as it soaked right through my briefs, and ran down my legs, and over my lap. After maybe a long minute and a half of soaking myself, it finally wore off, and I got up. I looked at the damage. The whole front of my pants were soaked. Most of the back was wet too from where it seeped through. It was autumn and the wind was blowing. I was freezing now because of it. I tried my best to go on to my house through my humiliation. Luckily the street was mostly deserted, and no one saw me, or my wet pants. Even so I came up with the idea I'd tell anyone who asked that I fell in a puddle. By the time I got home I was shivering. I somehow managed to avoid my family, creep up to my room, and stripped off my soaked clothes. I did catch a semi-cold from peeing my pants in the cold weather the next day. My mother also didn't ask about why my clothes were so damp either. If she did, I'd give the puddle explanation all day. Not surprisingly, after this experience, I decided the school bathrooms really weren't that bad after all.
  23. lexpads

    Sometimes you have to take a chance

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Life can be unfortunate. Twenty painful minutes after finding out the train he was travelling home on didn't have any toilets, Feyn hopes no-one has seen him slip quickly into the bushes to sort out a matter of pressing urgency.