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So yeah, it's 8:55 am as I'm writing this. I have to wash some laundry too before I leave. I figured I'd get the washingmachine going by 10 am and started wondering could I get myself desperate enough to wet in that time. Currently I'm in my pyjamas. Comment if I should switch to something else I woke up at around 7:30. Had my morning pee, drank too classes of water and went back to sleep. I have to be at university today by 1 pm.

Heya all, Vaine here. Phew, that's uhh, quite the title hmm? This is a story that I've had in my head for a long time. Since about 2015 I'd say. I'd never written it before cus well, it's fucking dark and highly sexual, something of which isn't allowed on most sites where you post stories. Anyway I'll just say that the biggest influences for this story are Overlord, Star Wars... and uh yeah I guess whatever has multiverses in it could be considered an influence as well. Although that's just some technology/lore within the story and not exactly influenced by anything specific. But anyway, this story is basically an "epic fantasy/sci-fi adventure" story, with sex scenes and pissing thrown in for good measure, along with other kinks. If you're looking for a quick fap or clit rub this probably isn't the tale for you. But if you want something a little more "serious" rooted in a crap-ton of lore then you may enjoy this. I will warn you all ahead of time. The start of this story is dark and deeply disturbing. It's not meant to be enjoyed in a sexual way although if you do I won't hold it against you. I asked the mods ahead of time if my story would be ok to post on here, since it features alot of graphic violence, at least early on. I got the go ahead from Kyuu so hopefully they won't get in trouble if this story does indeed get me into it lol. Either way if you're cool with that then I hope you enjoy this. I really care about this character, a lot, so much so that my profile is named after her, if you somehow didn't notice. I hope you'll enjoy the story as much as I will when I finally put it onto paper. Well, digital paper. ~ Much Love, Vaine Steele. Table of Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Messing involved so if your not into that don't read ig So I posted this wrong so I had to copy and paste it. so i got home from classes (in college not sharing where tho so don't ask hehe ) today and was feeling especially in the mood if ykyk but i had an idea. "Shower" so I was wearing boxers cus I don't usually dress femm at school cus scawwy. But I got home and went to my bathroom. I took off everything but my underpants and stepped in the shower. I squatted down and pushed really hard. And warm poo slid into the back of my underpants. I let out soft moans cus I felt cute >:3 After that I got out, I only peed a little while pushing so the tank is still full lol... but I cleaned up my poo to the best of my ability and put on some new clean panties. Then I went into the shower. I put my knees together while standing and slowly let a little out, I was gonna do it in pulses but it just came out so fast. I stood there as my pee flowed down my legs and then I finally stopped myself. I still had more so I sat in my puddle on my but getting it wet and I peed more asking sure to get my bum extra wet. After my wetting I finally put my plan into action I turned on the shower and let my panties get even more soaked. And I took a shower and got myself nice and clean. Then I came here to write this and am about to do some naughtiness. I sent my girlfriend/bestfriend/friend with benefits (very complicated but were happy with it) some pics and she told me how I am a bad boy hehe :3 also do any other boys struggle with staying soft when peeing, sometimes I do but I'm pretty good at it. also if anyone would like to hear about any experiences I have at least one in pretty much any situation as me and my gf/bff/fwb experiment alot hehe so just ask :3

I figured I'd start a thread for amateur stuff only and on the wetting topic, not naked peeing or pantyhose (unless there are panties underneath). I'm sure there might be some videos that you've seen before, but there will definitely be some most of you have never seen. I've been digging through my archives and trying to organize them as they were spread out all over the place. I'll be adding to this as I have time to do so....keep on the lookout for some great stuff. My first post is dedicated to SuperWetPanties, which some of you may have seen her stuff posted on her or elsewhere. More info can be found from her at the following sites: http://www.xtube.com/community/profile.php?user=superwetpanties http://www.experienceproject.com/about/superhans91 This girl is definitely one of my favorites of all time. SuperWetPanties-47348378.mp4 SuperWetPanties-244844053.mp4 SuperWetPanties-877840544.mp4 SuperWetPanties-1673455337.mp4 SuperWetPanties-1801006123.mp4 SuperWetPanties-2140135082.mp4

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Nothing deeply exciting, just hanging out at my house, just got in from work. Haven't been to the toilet since this morning at 6:30, it's now 3:15

Hallo everyone, I'd like to tell you something about my new girlfriend. Be warned, it'll be much and I will take my time to tell the story. And a content note: I will talk about sex quite explicitly. Some things about me - I have been quite open about my piss-fetish and about loving to piss myself towards my girlfriends (as I have told in this thread some time ago: I have been single for quite some time and the girl I met in 2019 was the last one to judge me for this. The girl I met in 2021 was happily pissing her pants for me and even started pissing herself when she was alone, enjoying the feeling, making her horny and giving her better orgasms (as she told me). Sadly we broke up late in 2021 and I was alone again. At least until I met my actual girlfriend early this year. And since I didn't want to hold anything back about myself I told her after some days of dating. I made it gradually. I began with me liking to pee my pants and seeing girls pee their pants. My love of pooping my pants came some weeks later and when I finally confessed she told me she was not surprised and thought so. I must add, that she is some really shy girl and the innocence in person. Really, I mean this. She even could not easily talk about sex at all. So this was quite a way for her to go. But she was open and did not judge me at all. At first she told me, it was totally okay for her that I like wetting myself - it's just that she will never be indulged in this. Well, she changed her mind. And I'd like to tell you, how this happened and where we are now. 😄 And I promise you that every bit of this is true! ❤️ Chapter 1 - "I... um... tried it." A few weeks into our relationship she had a friend visiting her. They talked and drank some wine. I don't know what topics they had, but later that evening there was a message on my phone, just with the words "I... um... tried it." First I was not sure what she was talking about. Her statement, that she would never do this herself was still very present (and totally okay for me, of course). I asked her what she meant and then she called me. She was a little tipsy and laughing much and finally admit, that she felt the urge to go, when her friend left and suddenly felt a little daring. So she tried what happens when she just let go of the pressure. And she immediately pissed into her jeans standing at her door. She tried to stop, hurried to the basement (where the washing machine is located), but just could not hold it. She totally wet herself on her way downstairs and was now standing there in front of her washing machine with totally soaked jeans, socks and shoes. She threw everything into the washing machine and mopped her trail dry when she texted me. Now she was sitting in her living room and could not really grasp what she had just done. She noticed however how thrilled I was just hearing this. I wanted to know what it felt like for her and what caused her change of mind. She told me it felt interesting, naughty and somehow good and she always thought about this and noticed that she was curious. So she decided to try it herself some day. And this day was today. Chapter 2 - "Let's try this" A few weeks later we were at her place and she had a party with some friends. After everyone was gone we tidied up as good as we could since we were both a little tipsy. We ended up making out on her couch - she sitting on top of me. Suddenly she stopped midway and said "I'm sorry, I don't want to get up. I don't want to stop kissing you. But I really, really have to go." My mischievous side took over and I just replied, that she knew I would not mind at all if she just stayed were she was, whatever happened. At first she seemed not to understand, but then it dawned on her. Whether I was serious, she wanted to know. And I told her I was dead serious. As long as she didn't stop kissing me, she could totally just let go on my lap. She thought about this while still kissing and eventually said she would try. And she really tried, but she could not overcome her body, who didn't allow her to piss herself. In the meantime, I needed to pee pretty bad as well and after some time I told her. "Go on, baby, just piss yourself then, I don't mind." she told me. But then it was my turn to have doubts. Because I didn't want to ruin her couch. So we finally admitted defeat. But instead of going to the toilet she grabbed me and took me into the garden, where she placed me on one of her garden chairs and herself on top. I asked her whether she was sure and she just told me to shut up, she had to concentrate. I told her, I would probably not last much longer anyways and she said it might help her if I went first. We kissed passionately and I dared to piss my pants sitting beneath this gorgeos girl. And hell did I go. It was so much and I decided to go for it. I just let go and pissed all there was in one long stream. My jeans were soaked within seconds and it dripped loudly onto the grass under the chair. I drenched her sexy dress completely and she felt the wetness. But she was not taken aback, but kissed me even more intense. And after some minutes I felt it. It became warm again in my crotch. She had buried her face on my throat, breathed heavily and forcefully emptied her bladder through her really hot party dress into my jeans. My god, that was wild. Shortly after she was finished I took her inside (I didn't bother to wait for her, I just grabbed her and she willingly flung her arms around my shoulder and her legs around my waist), carried her inside, and while we undressed we fell onto her couch and had really hot, wild and intense sex. That was the first taste she gave me of what would come. ❤️ Chapter 3 - "The cocktail evening" On some occasion I told her I totally love seeing girls wet their overalls. Overalls always had something special for me. Partly, because it's denim. I love denim getting peed into. But partly it's also, because overalls are somewhat impractical. You can't just pull them down and squat when you have to go. And so she started wearing overalls every now and then. And she looks really, really sexy in these. We had one of these evenings, a friend of mine and her boyfriend were invited and we ordered a cocktail taxi to my place. My girlfriend was wearing her overalls this day and we were sitting in my garden, drinking cocktails, talking, laughing. Time went by, the sun set and after some hours my friend and her boyfriend said goodbye. My girlfriend and me kept sitting in the garden for a while longer. We eventually moved to my "hollywood"-swing, me sitting in the middle and she sitting in my lap facing me. I did not think of anything (I normally don't dare to hope for something special) and I was a little surprised when she whispered in my ear that she has to pee really badly. "Would you mind if I go now?" she asked me while kissing gently. "I would mind if you leave me now." "So you would not mind if I just let if go here?" "No baby, you may always wet yourself in my lap." "Okay. Thank you" she whispered while kissing my cheeks. And only some seconds later it became warm between my legs. Warm and wet. And lovely. She smiled at me. "There's a lot more, I'm sorry." and she again buried her face on my throat her arms around my shoulder and then she totally opened the floodgates and pissed herself sitting in my lap completely. I didn't even ask this time and just let go myself, pissing myself as well, feeling the pee soak around us, soak into the cushion of the swing, dropping audibly onto the floor beneath us after a moment. We sat there for some time, hugging deeply, savouring the moment of intimacy and naughtyness. But I was rock hard and I wanted her so badly I could not wait any longer. She noticed while sensously moving her wet pelvis in my lap and asked me whether I'd like to go inside. Again I carried her inside. Before falling onto my couch I had to admire the view. I just love pissed overalls and she looked so perfect, so tempting. I undressed her gently, noticing how dripping wet she was. Her legs were glistening with wetness and she smelled of pee, but in a sensous, thrilling way. Normally I would put some towels onto the couch to prevent any damage but this time I didn't bother at all. I undressed in top speed and threw both of us onto my couch. But instead of going down on her I decided I wanted to taste her. And to her surprise I did not enter her but started kissing her legs on the inside, thourougly enjoying the sexy scent. And then I kissed her dripping wet pussy, licked her and after really REALLY liking the taste I started eating her out like I had never done before. God, she tasted so blissfully hot, I liked the feeling of her wet, lightly cold skin, loved the way she moved, being surprised and ecstatic at the same time. It didn't take long for her to scream herself away in an earth shattering orgasm, after which she pulled me towards her and made it very clear that she wanted to be fucked right now! And I did. To be continued... 🙂 Chapter 4 - "The Beach" Chapter 5 - "The wet seat" Chapter 6 - "Breakfast surprise"

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This is a series of chapters, my first attempt at writing. The storyline is set in India. The characters are purely hypothetical but the desperation scenarios are inspired from real life incidents or stories. The content focuses on female wetting / desperation / peeing, but will occasionally also contain male desperation / peeing. I do not plan to touch upon poop / messing scenarios, and if I ever do, there will be a clear warning at the top. Almost all chapters will contain indirect or direct references to some sexual acts, although that isn’t the main focus. Dialogs, although rare, may be in Hinglish - a mix of Hindi and English, but will be translated to English in brackets. I would love to get feedback to see if readers find this interesting. I have written a few chapters and have even more scenarios in mind, and would definitely like to pen them down if this forms an interesting read. Chapter 1: The Beginning (This chapter is a bit long since it introduces the characters and set-up for the first time, the others will be more to-the-point 🙂 ) Golu was quite excited for the next adventure his life was bringing to him. Golu was single, 25y old and was so far staying with a male friend from college in Bangalore. But his friend had decided to pursue an MBA and was hence leaving the house. Golu loved his current house - it was close to work, close to a couple of pubs he liked, close to where some of his other friends stayed, and had good sports amenities that he regularly used. But the rent was too high for him to stay alone. He was therefore bummed at the prospect of leaving the place. However, as luck would have it, his friend Tanvi happened to be shifting in to Bangalore, and was looking for a place to stay. Her future office was near his house, although away from his office. All her friends had already rented accommodation, and so, when Golu offered, she thought it over for a couple of days and eventually said yes. Golu was thrilled - Tanvi was not only a good friend who he had a lot of fun with, but he had also fancied her towards the end of school and always thought she was cute. At 25, She was fair skinned, about 5’8 and very fit with curves at the right places. She had become hotter than he remembered - he noticed how she had perky breasts and grabb-able hips but a very toned waist. Tanvi had been anxious while making the decision - it wasn’t that common in India for boys and girls to stay together in a rented flat, but it was picking up. She trusted Golu - they had been friends since school, and had fancied the 6 foot handsome boy with his good sense of humour from a distance, but never thought much of it. She had briefly dated someone in college but currently was single and found comfort in living with a known friend. The house was a regular butterfly formation 2 bedroom - with the lobby (dining and living area) and kitchen in the center, with 1 bedroom on each side. Golu had the bigger room with an attached bathroom. Tanvi’s room had an attached bathroom which also opened into the lobby, but they kept that door closed, so it was practically her private bathroom. When she shifted in, he explained the regular household things to her, and while talking he did admit that he wasn’t good at running the house (e.g. managing groceries, or the maid, cook etc.) He did, however, mention that he was fairly regular at laundry and offered to take that up for her too if she wanted, in return for her looking at other aspects. She thought it over for a day and accepted - she didn’t like doing laundry anyway. In the first week he took her out to a couple of pubs just to show her around. It was there that he noticed that she seemed to frequent the ladies room a lot, almost double than he did (and he considered himself to be someone who needed the bathroom quite often). He specially noticed that beer seemed to run right through her, and that quite piqued his interest - he felt a tingling a couple of times in his pants but ignored further thoughts along that train. In the third instance they decided to go to a nearby pub which was a 15 min walk. Golu wore a tshirt with jeans and Tanvi wore a black and red casual dress. They ordered a couple of beers as they caught up on life over about a couple of hours - during which they both visited the restroom once. As they were leaving the pub, Tanvi considered using the restroom but decided against it - she didn’t like using public restrooms and they were anyway headed home. As they made their way home, Tanvi felt her urge to pee increase - the second beer was making its way fast to her bladder. Although she kept her sphincter muscles tightly shut, she was able to walk casually - it wasn’t that bad yet. Their house was on the first floor and they had to use the stairs. As they approached the gate of the house, Tanvi felt a spasm with a sudden urge to pee, and stopped talking and walking for a second to hold it in. “Kya hua? (What happened?)”, Golu asked, genuinely confused. “Kuch nahi (Nothing)”, said Tanvi, trying to sound casual, as she resumed walking towards the stairs, the pressure a bit under control now. As they reached the top of the stairs, Golu fumbled around in his pocket for the keys - usually he opened the door even though she had a key - but it just took him a couple of seconds longer to un-entangle his hankerchief. In that moment, Tanvi suddenly felt another strong spasm, with her pee pressing against her urethra. In an automatic reaction, she crossed her legs tightly while waiting for the door to open, letting her thighs press against her urethra and relieve some of the pressure. Golu noticed this just as he was opening the door, and felt his cock bulge up in his underwear. In a bid to hide it, he turned away from her, opened the door and entered. She entered behind him and rushed to her room and into her bathroom. “Ooooooooh” she let out as she entered her bathroom and turned around to lock the door. Golu heard this clearly, through the lobby door of her bathroom and felt his cock further stiffen. He himself needed to pee, but decided to wait just for another minute. The pressure in Tanvi’s bladder had increased as soon as she saw the bathroom. As Tanvi locked the door and turned towards the toilet, she felt the strongest spasm yet, with her pee almost at the end of her urethra. She jammed her right hand against her pussy to hold her pee and lifted the lid with her left hand. As she turned around, lifted her dress, she removed her right hand and with both hands took off her light blue panties. In that moment, a tiny spurt of pee escaped her pussy into her panties before those were out of the way. Even before she could sit, pee blasted out of her urethra, initially hitting straight into the water and then against the porcelain as she sat and straightened up.The jet blast lasted for 12-13 seconds before it slowed down to a normal flow. She continued peeing for another 30 seconds and breathed a sigh of relief. Outside, Golu heard the loud sound against the water as well as the porcelain. His cock was now throbbing. The sound of her peeing with such force had excited his cock too much. He then went to his bathroom and, almost without an option, jerked off before he peed. He couldn’t believe it - how amazing was the first week already? The next morning Golu lay in bed remembering the last night’s events and lightly touched himself. He still felt overwhelmed - this was the first time he had witnessed desperation (although mild) in person. Previously, he had only watched videos - a lot of them, JAVs and others, on desperation and pee accidents. But last night he had seen such a pretty and cute girl cross her legs in front of him - for the first time. He had only assumed in that moment that it was because she wanted to pee because she had crossed them so suddenly and tightly, but it was later confirmed when she almost literally ran to her bathroom. And then, to top it all, he had heard her pee with such a force. He imagined her taking off her panties, her pee escaping her pussy, and felt ecstasy in his mind. The only thing that would’ve made it even better would’ve been if she hadn’t made it - if a bit of pee had leaked into her panties. It was a pity that she had made it to the toilet on time. Or had she? That day was laundry day, and she had already given him all the clothes and left for work. As he began putting the clothes in the washing machine, he also handled all her bras and panties. The very fact that he was holding Tanvi’s panties in his hand made his cock stiffen up tightly. As he lifted the last panty out of the laundry basket - this one was light blue, he felt a slight dampness. As he held it wide in his hands, he saw it clearly - there was a small but clear area where it was darker blue, and it was damp. His heartbeat raced through the roof. So she had had a minor accident after all? Golu admired that thought for sometime, his mind playing out details of how that panty got wet. He then put the panties back into the machine, started the washing machine cycle and went to the privacy of his room.

View File Struggling to hold it in (no wetting) Hope you enjoy! I had drank a ton of water…. Submitter FlowerOmorashi Submitted 09/28/2023 Category Female  

So here is a fun thing to do as we go into the new year. This is for those of us who experience for real bedwetting incidents, AKA we are true bedwetters. I love all my OMO friends but please let's keep this post for those of us who for real still deal with accidental bedwetting. So we are day one as of this post into 2023..... Question is, who is still dry, who has wet the bed in the new year? Ways to post: 1. Post that you have not wet the bed (for real) yet in 2023. You can post as often as you want, but upon your first wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day that you are no longer dry in 2023. Or 2. Upon your first for real wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day (or indicate the relative date of your wetting if past the actually date after) that you are no longer dry in 2023. Let's see who wets first and who stays dry the longest in 2023. (AGAIN LETS KEEP THIS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STILL EXPERIENCE BEDWETTING. YOU DRY BED PEOPLE CAN GO ALL YEAR AND NOT HAVE A GENUINE BEDWETTING ACCIDNET.... DON'T BRAG NOW 😆)

The first thing she did after walking through the front door was to head for the bathroom. She lowered her pants and knickers and peeled yet another damp pad from the gusset. "Third one this week," she sighed. "I need to start being more careful." Recently, Maria had been having some accidents. A little dribble or two at first, laughing with her friends, but she noticed them creeping into more parts of her life. She had dismissed the leaks as just silly accidents at first, but a close call at the local Tesco had forced her to face her new reality. A few drops in her knickers as she leaned over to reach for a bag of potatoes had quickly become a short burst as she strained to lift it, cut short only by the intense, sudden reactionary clenching of her muscles as she quickly stood upright, looking around her to see if anyone might have seen. Suddenly aware that she was wearing grey sweatpants, she had dashed off to the toilets to inspect the damage and dry off. Luckily, she had found only a small spot on the under-seam of the sweatpants, and after finishing what was started in the vegetable aisle and hiding her folded up and damp knickers in her handbag, she'd returned to her shopping, timidly making her first stop to pick up some incontinence pads. Unfortunately, she had found the toilet roll dispenser unstocked and had to finish her shopping damp. She spent twenty minutes looking at the different options before choosing. A delay made from both not knowing which best suited her, and not wanting to accept that this was something she needed now. Embarrassed as she was, she could not help the unusual urge rising in her. With no knickers on and loose-fitting pants, the residue surrounding her pussy felt cool as it dried, exposed to the air. It gave her a familiar, yet new feeling. New, and strangely exciting. For a couple of weeks after buying the pads she hadn't bothered wearing them. She never expected anything to happen and thought it would be silly to wear them every day if she'd only actually need them once in a while. It took a couple of weeks for her to fully accept that this was part of her life now, but she still wasn't used to it. Maria was at the tail end of her forties, but she had always felt young. Where her friends had settled down as they approached middle-age, focussing more on family life and less on the fun of their youths, Maria had remained active in nightlife and dating. In keeping with her youthful attitude, she preferred the company of younger men. Beyond the arrogance and immaturity of the early twenties, but before the boring, lacklustre middle-age. 28-36 was the age range she set on the dating apps, though the sweet spot, she found, was around 31-34. She had gotten a few dates this way. Some better than others, but on average only about 20% were half-way enjoyable, and only half of those ended in the bedroom. Her last date was quite a boring affair. Peter had talked a big game over the app, but when they met up, she found him to be a terrific bore. Perhaps he was just shy, but more likely she thought, he was just dull. She tended to lower her expectations thanks to the low-quality of her dates, each one sapping a little more of her enthusiasm, but she had actually expected this one to be quite fun. Alas, Peter had very little to say, and she knew within ten minutes that this would not have an exciting ending. The most interesting thing that happened on that date was when - thanks to her increased alcohol intake, in an effort to dull the boredom – she found herself cross-legged, lurching back and forth in the toilets, waiting for a cubicle to become free. A couple of minutes prior to this she had let a chuckle out upon seeing a waiter trip, spilling beer over himself. Now, having waited five more minutes before the woman queueing in front of her had finally been able to go, her bladder caved and sent a stream out into her knickers and down the inside of her legs. She managed to stop herself mid-flow and hold it until the woman before her left the cubicle. She rushed in and turned around, barely making it to the seat before a stream came gushing out of her. As she released, the first drops hit the seat, splashing up in every direction, dotting the floor, the cubicle door, her legs, and her dress. As she reached forward to shut the cubicle door (which she had neglected to close in her haste) a couple of drops even splashed up to the part of her chest left exposed by her plunging dress. After expelling what seemed like two bladders worth of pee, she leant forward to inspect her knickers. “Soaked,” she thought. When she put them on, they’d been a light-blue colour. Now they were approaching Navy, with the only hint of their original colouring on the sides. As she lifted and lowered her feet, she could feel a small but obvious amount of liquid inside her shoes and hear them squelching. “This date is painful enough. Now I’ll have to sit through the rest of it in wet knickers and shoes…?”. In honesty, the thought kind of turned her on, though she didn’t really know why. “He’d have no idea what was going on under my dress. It seems so naughty,” she reasoned. Ultimately, she decided that that level of excitement would be wasted on Peter, and that she would be better served by taking it home with her, alone. She informed Peter that she had to leave and apologised, though with little enthusiasm. He seemed a little confused and disappointed but didn’t put up a fight, standing up to see her off and expressing his hope to see her again soon. “Unlikely,” Maria thought, as she smiled politely and turned to leave. On the walk home she found herself once again stricken by the cool air, wafting gently up her dress to her wet knickers, cooling them against her pussy. Once again, she found herself excited by the sensation and once again, wondered why. When she arrived home, she decided to just shower and go to bed, wearied as she was from the evening and Peter’s dull conversation. As she deposited her wet knickers into the laundry basket, she decided that from then on, she needed to start wearing the pads, and that she needed to be more selective with whom she went out with. Her next date two weeks later would prove to be far more interesting. Out at the bar the date had been fun, but not extraordinary. Luke had been interesting enough, and interested enough in Maria, to merit an invite back to her house, though she wondered whether she actually liked him or whether he was just shining against the quality of her other recent dates. Either way, she was ready to take him home and see where the night went. Having had a few drinks already they took a taxi to her South Manchester home, making out a little in the back seat. Maria could feel how into her Luke was from the way he was kissing her and the way his hands were beginning to wander, and she realised that she felt it too. As he grazed the inside of her thigh, just above her right knee, an unusual thought entered her head: “what if I just peed right now?” She moved away from his mouth and looked at him for a couple of seconds, shocked at what she had just thought. “Don’t ruin this” she told herself. Luke stared at her confused, as if to ask what he had done wrong. “… Not so fast,” she said. “You have to earn that.” A devilish smile crept onto Luke’s face. “Yes ma’am.” He said. Maria mirrored his expression and sat back in her seat. She turned to look out the window and peeked an anxious look on her reflection. She took a deep breath and shook it off. She turned back to Luke and gave him a lingering peck on the lips. After they got back to her house, she poured them some wine and they talked for a while. One glass led to two, and then to three and before she knew they were opening another bottle. She didn't even realise how much they were getting through, nor how tipsy she was getting. It also didn't occur to her that she hadn't peed since the bar. She was having too much fun. But as she stood up to put some music on, the alcohol made its presence known and her head began swimming. He said something that tickled her, and like a perfect storm it came together. The wine filling her bladder and dulling her senses; the loosening that came with standing up; a chuckle becoming laughter. As she looked back at him, smiling, he himself laughing now as well, a torrent burst forth, saturating the week's fourth pad in an instant. She forgot what they were laughing about, and nothing was funny anymore. She stared at him, horrified for what felt like forever, then rushed out of the room as the pad failed to soak up anymore of her pee. In the bathroom she stood for a few seconds, mortified. "He doesn't know", she told herself. "He can't... but what must he be thinking?". She wanted to stay in there forever, locked away from the world. Or at least until she heard him leave. But as she hiked her skirt up and began to lower her knickers, peeling the dripping pad away from the surface of her pussy, the bathroom door handle turned. The horror returned more intense than before as she realised that in her haste, she had forgotten to lock the door. As it opened a draft made its way in, blowing against her damp pussy, the familiar cold chilling and exciting her, until she remembered the situation she was in. She quickly pulled her knickers back up, but they caught on her knees and by the time he was in the room they were barely halfway up her thighs. They stood still, staring at each other. There was no coming back from this, Maria thought. "My days of romance are over. This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me." Yet the feel of the chill still gave her excitement, if dulled a little by the situation. He stepped slowly toward her, much to her surprise, and she suddenly remembered that her pussy was still exposed. She panicked, grabbing for the sides of her knickers but hesitating to pull them up, knowing what was inside them. She was in the middle of taking them off. They were soaking. It would make no sense to put them back on. The weight of them was alarming. She had no idea she could hold so much liquid in her, and she hadn't even finished. There was still at least a half-filled bladder waiting to be emptied. He stepped closer as she apprehensively lifted them, unsure of what else she could do, the heavy pad sagging low between her legs, the wet fabric clinging to her skin. Suddenly he lunged close to her, reaching under her knickers and between her thighs, and took the whole weight of the swollen pad in his hand. He looked her in the eyes as he lifted it and pressed it into her pussy. The warmth of it washed away the chill and replaced it with a new, infinitely more exciting sensation. The heat radiated through her and made its way out through her mouth in a shaking sigh as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as he moved in and started to kiss her neck. The excess pee leaked out of the pad and through her knickers as he squeezed it against her, dripping over his hand and down her thighs, towards where she could now feel his cock pressing into her. He pushed closer to her, shifting the pad in his hand and running the soaked surface of it between her lips and against her clit. She moaned and felt her legs quake. She had never been brought to climax so quickly, nor with such intensity. She blacked out for a second. A minute. A lifetime. She couldn't know for sure how long it was, but she came to, realising that she was no longer holding in the rest of her pee. It was flooding out of her. The pad was entirely useless now, it and her knickers completely soaked. It rushed down her legs to her knees, to her feet, to the floor. Her shoes were puddles. Her stockings glistening. She tried to hold it back but, whether because she was enjoying it, because he was enjoying it, or because she knew deep inside her that it was wrong, she failed and gave in. The flood continued, more than she expected, or even thought possible. She thought she should stop now, but it felt so good. She just couldn't. He was gripping the pad tighter now, through her knickers, rubbing it back and forth faster and faster, harder and harder, his other hand making its way up her thigh and inside her silk blouse. His hand was wet with her pee and it left a trail behind it as he moved it around her body. She could not imagine how wet his pants must be, pushed up against her as she peed. When she finally finished, she felt exhausted. It was as if the orgasm never ended, drawn out by the sensation of peeing so freely. She realised that she was still gripping the sides of her soaking wet knickers, rolled up and twisted, though still not pulled all the way up. She let them go and moved her hands onto his, pressing them harder against herself, and he took the direction. His hands gripped tighter, on her breast, on the pad in her loose hanging knickers, and she took her hands away to explore his body. Following her curiosity she went straight for his pants. As she suspected, they were dripping wet. He might as well have just been swimming. The feel of her pee soaking his pants, and what was beneath them, made her want to pee more. What was this? She had been horrified at the small trickles leaking into her pants recently. Twenty minutes ago, she had been convinced that she could never have sex again after accidentally peeing fully in front of her date. Now all she wanted to do was to pee herself even more, and her date was drenched in her pee, and by the feel of his cock he was very happy about it. She fumbled with his belt with her left hand for a second then gave up, unzipping his fly and pulling out his rock-hard cock. She could not believe how much this was turning him on, but then, it was turning her on just as much. She stroked his cock, sliding up and down the pee-soaked shaft. Now his hand was underneath her bra, fondling her nipple and grasping her breast in turn. Her right hand came into play to tackle the belt and proved more successful. As his pants dropped to the floor with the weight of all the pee soaked up in the fabric, she reached for his hand at her crotch and hesitantly moved it away. He moved away from her neck now and looked her in the eyes. Her heavy knickers followed his pants to the floor and stepping out of them she drew his cock toward her. Lowering herself she met his gaze and they stared at each other intensely. Up until now she had been mostly passive in this, pissing herself by accident then having someone show her the unknown pleasures to be found there, then pissing herself by accident again while he does that. Now for an instant she wanted to take control. She stopped for a few seconds then somehow after peeing enough for three, she managed to push a bit more out, all over his waiting cock. He gasped in ecstasy, then before he could even fully enjoy it, she pulled him closer and into her pussy. Now they both gasped as he took his hand, adorned with pee and bits of the pad which had apparently torn, and wrapped it around her thigh, raising it up and thrusting deep into her. He thrust again, and again, and again. His other hand moved from her breast, grabbed her blouse from the inside and tore it open. Buttons flung everywhere as he pulled the strap of her bra off her shoulder, exposing her breast for him to take into his mouth. As he tongued her nipple, she felt a sensation rising again. His cock inside her, its base rubbing against her clit as he thrust in and out, his tongue lapping at her nipple... she threw her head back again and let out not a sigh, but a moan this time, deep yet breathy, and she felt her one standing leg weaken. Her knee started to bend, and she slid down the wall. Her man removed himself from her and followed her down. She sat on the floor against the wall, legs spread, in a puddle of her piss, exhausted, but he wasn't done with her yet. He slid backwards on the slick tile, lay belly down in the puddle and plunged his mouth into her crotch. She gasped again as he began to lick the pee from her lips and then searched for her clit. Once he found it, he started tonguing it vigorously, and she began to feel a rising sensation again, though rather than another orgasm, this felt like the urge to pee was back. "I can't!" She thought, "There can't be any left, surely!". She was wrong. She started peeing again with his mouth at her pussy. It didn't slow him down. In fact, he only seemed to get more excited. She lifted him up towards her and kissed him deep, tasting her pee for the first time. She expected much worse, and she actually found it quite sweet. She also found that it turned her on even more. She pushed her man back gently to the floor and with him lying in the puddle she knelt over him and lowered herself onto his cock. She rode him there on the wet floor, his hands washing over her breasts and body, wet from the puddle. Her pee was all over them both now. The thought was driving her hips, rocking back and forth harder and faster with each thought, each splash, each touch of her nipples or grasp of her arse. He started to thrust up into her deeper as she rode him, splashing more each time he dipped back down. She felt him slow and tense up. He started shaking and as soon as she realised what was happening, she felt it too. She arched backward as he thrust one last time into her, filling her with his cum. She felt each contraction, each squirt inside her, and each one edged her closer until she came as well, falling forward onto him and quaking. She lied still for a while, eventually rolling off. They lied together on the floor in silence for a while longer, catching their breath. The pee surrounding them had grown cold. "That won't do", Maria thought to herself in her cheekiest inner voice and, without moving an inch, she let what must have been the last of her pee flow out of her, down her pussy, over her arse, and onto the floor.

5 hours passed since i hit the bed. 0.5 litres of water drunk since the last pee. Already feeling a mild urge as the room temperature is chilling. Wishing to hold for the next day(a weekend) . And also maybe an outside holding it'll be... With asusual extreme power exchange elements like being denied to have a morning pee, told to hold for indefinite amount of time and being forced to drink whatever the Doms are telling me to do. For now, good night. Hope i keep my thighs tight for the rest of the night.

So I was wondering about this for a while. So for trans people and crossdresssers, femboys and everyone else what gender diapers do you buy. OwO For example I am a femboy (A biological male but I wear clothes that are usually associated with femininity: skirts, panties, and such) and I buy boys goodnites due to the padding being in the right place for my parts. And I've bought female diapers before cus they are always plcuter IMO and I was just wondering what you guys do. Also people who have PPs you you point down or up when wetting diaper. I do both. Have a nice day :3 ❤️

View File ACZ-101 ACZ-101 - Omoyuriuka & Rira #02 Crotch Wet Pajama Party! Mamiya Hana & Kubo Rira The first video these 2 girls did together is here Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 09/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  

Sometimes I randomly enjoy a good wetting, especially when my hubby is around, The other day I was lounging in some sexy lingerie, a lace bodysuit (dark pink) with a string thong back and a see-thru sexy top that goes with it, I crouched to refill my tank to my machine at the water cooler and when the water started to pour, I started to pee, forming a large puddle, my hubby watched, the perv lol, and I resumed my activities as if nothing happened, I teasingly said to my hubby that I sprung a leak, maybe you should fix it 😏