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  1. Unfortunately, due to work and family situations, it only happens a few times a year that me and my partner S get the chance to spend a whole weekend together on our own. There´s so many things we´d like to do together. We could record music, plan an art exhibition, watch a ton of great movies, or go for a long hike in the wild nature. But what we always end up doing is to engage in our fetishes. We have one each. So we dress up and pee our pants, sometimes at home, sometimes in another town. You need to know what to prioritize. This weekend started with a four hour train ride, checking in at the hotel and some recovery. I had a stomach ache at first, while the stress slowly faded away. It gave room for excitement and tension. All those ideas I couldn´t really think of when I was in the middle of all that work stress started to steam. We lay on the bed and made some plans for the following day. This was going to be good. But first, our standard evening activity. Leave our jeans and hoodies on the floor, dress up in suits and go out. The three piece grey suit was my (or probably my partner´s) choice for the night. We had a drink at one bar, and then moved to another one. I hadn´t been to the bathroom for a while (of course) and was starting to feel signals from my bladder already in the first bar, but then it eased down. We had some great food at the second bar, a popular and cozy place, except for the bad music they played. When we were done there and went for a walk my bladder was well ready for some fun. We walked along the waterside, and I spurted a little bit into my pants every time we stopped to make out. Hard to say how desperate I actually was. I probably could have held it without too much effort, but I had no such self discipline. When we started to walk back to the hoteI I could feel that the wetness had soaked through my pants in the crotch, but S said that nothing showed. We stopped one last time to kiss before leaving the walking path and cross the street, and I took the chance to wet a little more. Just a little… One second, two seconds. I stopped when I felt the chilly trickles down my legs, almost reaching my shoes. We were almost at the hotel when S saw a sign of a grocery store and remembered that he needed something from there. To visit a store after having wet my grey suitpants hadn´t been a part of my plans for tonight, but I didn´t resist. S checked me up again from behind in the streetlights, and once again said he saw nothing, and I thought that if he, who was looking for it, didn´t see anything, then I was probably safe. But once inside the store he strolled behind me again, and… “hey… I think you should know that…” “Don´t tell me NOW that it shows…” “It does. Let´s just do this quickly.” There weren´t many people in the store, but it was still a bit stressful. I tried to act causal while at the same time trying not to turn my back against people. I´m not dead scared of being seen with a wet spot on my pants, but right when it happens, when I find myself in a situation I can´t really escape, I do feel nervous, and I definitely don´t want anyone to see. I don´t know if someone did this time. S claims it´s a good camouflage to be dressed up like that, because my whole appearance is what people are looking at… But I guess that depends on what kind of fetishist you are. On the way to our hotel room we didn´t meet any more people. S was now getting desperate to pee and said we´d better take the elevator. “As long as it doesn´t get stuck”, I said, “but then we both know the deal”. I have told him about this fantasy I have that if the two of us ever get stuck in an elevator while he´s desperate, I´ll happily let him pee in my pants instead of his own to save him from the embarrassment. We realized though that it wouldn´t have been such a brilliant idea in this elevator that had transparent walls, so maybe it was good that the elevator didn´t stop. Once in the room, while S rushed into the bathroom, I checked my behind in the mirror. There certainly was a darker shadow on my butt and crotch, but it wasn´t that bad really. The night ended like it should. A full pantswetting in the shower, sex, clean-up and bed. If that night was our normal “vanilla” thing, the next day would be more psychologically challenging and adventurous to us. A kinky relationship opens up for so many “first times”, and apparently we never run out of them. We took it slow and easy with the breakfast and morning routines, but then it was time to go out. S started to pick his outfit for the day, and then I said “well, I´d better be gearing up too”. But this time didn´t mean dressing up in his fetish gear, the shirt, tie and suit. Instead I nervously picked up a pull-up from my backpack. S smiled when he saw it. I had told him the day before that this was something I wanted to do with him, but Since I had never involved him in this exploration before I felt a bit insecure about it, but also excited. This would also be my first time wetting a diaper in public. Even if pantswetting has been my main interest, I´ve had some fantasies about diapers too. I have just needed some time to accept it and find out what it´s all about. I´m still in that process, I guess. I slipped into the diaper, and put on my underwear, showing S that it was hardly visible. Also with tight jeans on, this thin pull-up didn´t show as my jeans were still a bit baggy in the crotch. We took the bus to a shopping mall with secondhand stores just outside the town, and there we looked around, found some stuff to buy, and had a coffee. I didn´t need to pee yet, but just wearing the diaper all this time, feeling it, knowing I could pee anytime I wanted to, was such a comfy feeling. And to know that my partner knew I was wearing it. We were both in that kind of nice and slow fetish buzz, as if we had taken the same drug. When I first started trying diapers I expected them to give me the same feelings that I get from omo play (and tended to be disappointed), but that isn´t really fair. With omo, especially in public, so much is about planning how to get away with it, the nervousness about getting the timing right, measuring the desperation level, the imagined humiliation, the inconvenience of the wet pants and feeling them against my skin. I love that. But wearing a diaper is like the opposite of all this, and I have realized it gives me an experience that I don´t get during omo play. Something more chill, slow and relaxed without all that focus on exactly when, how and where those seconds of peeing will take place. It´s interesting, still a bit of a conflict for me, and I love my partner for being so sweet and supportive about something that has been tricky for me to be honest about, even with him. We left that place to go to a shopping centre at another bus stop, but the rain started pouring down, and the stores weren´t the ones we expected, so we just got back up on the bus without even leaving the bus stop. Even with this fail we were just happy. I could feel a slight need to pee, but the desperation took it´s time to grow, and I felt no restlessness about it. Back in town we went to a couple of other clothing stores, and now I was ready. I started intentionally leaking, in the middle of the store with lots of people around. A little bit every time we stopped to look at something. And a little bit more. S found himself a two piece suit that he wanted to try, and we went to the fitting room. While S tried it on and was happy to see it was a perfect fit for a great price, I was standing there wetting myself in slow spurts, feeling the heat pool around me before it got absorbed by the pull-up. It was nice to do it slowly and a little bit at a time, but I didn´t really need to be that careful. In case of a diaper leak, I had jeans with great absorbance, and I had a long rain coat that would cover the patch. This was a wetting with 0 % risk taking. We made one last stop at the pharmacy and I peed some more at the checkout. Then we went back to the hotel room. The diaper had swelled quite a lot of course, but it hadn´t leaked a drop. Even the seams of my underwear were still dry. And now that I had the chance to put my hands inside my pants I realised I was horny as hell. Perfect. I decided to save this tension for our next adventure, and we just took a shower. If you´re familiar with BDSM-terms and hear the word “switch” you probably think about switching between the dominant and submissive positions, but when me and my partner first started talking about doing switch scenarios long ago, we had something different on our mind. Our plan was to switch fetishes. This means in one of the scenarios I would be the suit fetishist instead of my partner, and in the other one he´d be the omo-lover instead of me. A serious and intimate role play, as a way of changing the dynamics and getting to know each other even better. We have already spent so much time inviting each other into what turns us on, talking for hours and joining in the practice, finding our own ways of liking it. Now ready for the next step, this isn´t supposed to be just one scenario, but many. Today we were going to make the first try. In scenario A, my boyfriend was invited to a wedding with a strict dress code, and since he wasn´t used to dressing up he had borrowed some clothes from his brother. Me, his girlfriend and secretly a suit fetishist, had offered him some help, all excited about it of course, but trying not to let it show. Carefully and a little hesitant I picked an outfit for him. The black pants. The blue shirt. I helped him with the buttons. I picked a vest for him and a matching tie. And then as I slowly succeeded to do a nice necktie knot, everything got even more intense. All that pent up sexual energy from my earlier wetting adventure was combined with the many memories of my partner starting to shake in front of me with his full focus on me and my clothes. The fire within me found it´s right direction and the switch was complete. The desire and attraction was so big I had goose bumps on my arms. And it couldn´t be hidden, of course. My scenario partner didn´t fully understand what was going on with me, but he liked to see me like that and responded to it. While we took some photos and had him try another outfit, the tension just kept growing between us, leading us straight to the bed, where we fucked, as a great and inevitable ending to our first and very successful switch scenario. Sobering up after sex we realised we were really hungry so we made ourselves ready for our night out, now both of us dressing up. The dinner at the eritrean restaurant was fantastic, and the drinks we had at the first bar too. In the second bar they made them all too sweet, but I didn´t care much about the taste of my drink because I hadn´t been to the bathroom all night, had been a bit desperate already on the walk between the bars, and now I was all excited and ready for Switch scenario B. An omo-lover in the closet having his dreams come true as his girlfriend is having an accident… Almost too much of an omo-cliché. We all know which website that inspiration comes from. What I was going to do to stage this accident, I had done before, and I knew it would work out just fine, but I was still a bit nervous. When our drinks were almost finished I complained about being more desperate than I thought, and went to the bathroom in the back of the pub. I locked the door. I sat down on the toilet. I peed. Everything good, except for the little detail that I didn´t take my pants off. I just peed right through them. It felt weird to hear the sound of my pee stream hit the water while at the same time my underwear became warm and wet, but the relief was nice. Once finished peeing I stayed seated to let the last drops fall. I was standing up a bit too early and could feel some pee that hadn´t yet made it through the fabric drip down the inside of my legs. A few drops landed on my shoes and the floor, and I wiped them off, and tried to see in the mirror if something showed on my pants. As always my black suit pants didn´t let me down. Nothing seemed to show. But still it was a big rush to unlock the door to let someone else in, and then make my way through the crowded bar, after having peed a full bladder into my pants. Now it was playtime, Switch scenario B had started. “Let´s go now” I told my partner. “Are we going already? Alright.” he said, and we left, while I tried to compose myself, knowing I was way too shiny with excitement for the character I was supposed to play, someone who just had an embarrassing accident that didn´t turn her on at all. Out on the street my boyfriend was confused. “What´s wrong? I thought we were gonna stay out all night” “Sorry… But I kind of messed things up a bit…” “What do you mean?” “ Have you ever had that experience… You know, when you really need to pee and then you finally get to a bathroom and it´s getting hard to hold it just because you´re so close?” “Yeah, of course…” “Well, it happened. I got wet. I need to change.” “What? Did you wet yourself?” He looked almost chocked. “Just a little, but…” “Go ahead, let me see…” He went behind to see if something was visible. Then he asked me again what exactly happened. I waited until the people passing by were further away and then I explained that the only bathroom was occupied, and I had been squirming a bit outside the door. Then it opened and I had rushed inside and was just about to pull my pants down when I realized I couldn´t because I was wearing suspenders that I would have to get off first, and in that moment the pee just started coming. I managed to stop the flow so that I could finally get my pants down to pee the rest, but some damage was already done to my pants. My boyfriend listened to my story with big interest. I had decided that my own character would be one that was outspoken and not particularly humiliated by this event. A bit embarrassed but laughing it off. And also confused when suddenly in the hotel room my boyfriend asked if he could feel with his hand how wet I was. “You don´t have to… well, alright…” He touched the wet fabric in my crotch and now it was obvious something was going on with him… He was way too excited. I took my pants off and showed him my light blue panties. There was a huge soaked patch reaching from the front and almost all way up my ass to the back. “Oh my god, you´ve wet yourself a lot!” he said, and couldn´t get his eyes off my underwear. Not his hands either. “You know this is pee, and not lubrication, right?”, I smiled. “Yes. I´m sorry you had an accident, and this might seem weird, but… I find this really hot”, he admitted. He started to explain, that this was a thing he had often been fantasizing about, but never had the courage to talk about. I asked him a few questions and he replied. I was surprised and puzzled about this whole situation, but not put off. “If this can make you happy, well then at least it was good for something…” I said, amused by the look of his face. He was hypnotized by my wet underwear. When he started touching me I allowed my character to become just as turned on as I was myself. We put some protection on the bed so that I could lie down and he continued his hand work while I had my wet panties still on, until I climaxed. Then I begged him to cum over my body, and he did. It was a fantastic experience to step out of my fetish and hand it over to my partner. To have him admiring my wet accident, to see and feel his desire. So much acknowledgement in this. What a gift. We fell asleep in each other´s arms with hearts full of love. Next day we went to a couple of museums before taking the train ride home. Then we had at least a couple of things to talk about if someone asked what we did last weekend.
  2. My Life as a Diaper Slave at Disney – 6 - End By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 6 - Back to the Library Well that is the story of my first day at Disney. Now I need to call Chris from my cell phone to come and pick me up at the library. I know that Chris will spank me and torment me if he comes to get me, and I am not sitting in a wet diaper. On the one hand, I would love to egg him on, not wet my diaper, and then see what he will do to me. However, the choice is not mine to make. My need to pee is greater than my need to tease and provoke Chris. I really can't hold off peeing any longer. I glance down one last time to see my boots chained to my chair. I know that I could unzip my boot, but I also know that the chain is too tight on my ankle to release my foot from my boot. Basically, I am tethered and helpless. I am Chris's diaper slave even when he isn't next to me. I look around the library as I type these final words. Suddenly I release my pee into my waiting diaper. There is a strange comfort and convenience to be able to let go in your diaper whenever you want. There is also a very safe feeling for me when I am locked or put in a situation where my wetting is out of my control. I continue to wet. I start and stop to make sure my diaper can handle the volume, and I am pleased that I am in an overnight diaper. I am squirming in my chair as I pee to try and send more erotic feelings to my pussy. I can't quite come, but I am in an incredible state of arousal, and I am sure that was Chris's intention all along. Chris will come to get me soon, and I will be already at the peak of orgasm. I love my life as Chris's diaper slave. I will be back in touch soon with another diaper adventure. Stay happy and stay wet! The End
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    Hey Omo Org! I have been recording videos again, and I now own clothes that allow me to be a little bolder! Here I am wetting my black jeans in a pretty open, public field. I had a little bit of cover in front of me, and as I filmed no one passed by or were visible to me...until the very end. Just before I started wetting, a car had pulled into the parking area about 70-80 meters away. There were enough trees so that no one could see me directly, so I decided to go ahead and wet. What I did not expect was for the person in the car (a woman in her 30s) to get out and start walking right towards me. Even though my pants are dark they still glistened hard (they were soaked after all!) So I grabbed my phone and started walking the same direction she was. However, once I glanced back I noticed she was jogging (eeep!), so I knelt down and pretended to be taking pictures of the sunset behind the tree line in front of us until she passed. Once she was a few dozen meters off, I turned back towards the parking area, got in my car and drove home. I learned a valuable lesson for sure. Even though the pants may be black, a fresh soaking in cotton is always pretty obvious at first Lmk if anyone has any specific requests going forward!
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  4. View File Field wetting Hey Omo Org! I have been recording videos again, and I now own clothes that allow me to be a little bolder! Here I am wetting my black jeans in a pretty open, public field. I had a little bit of cover in front of me, and as I filmed no one passed by or were visible to me...until the very end. Just before I started wetting, a car had pulled into the parking area about 70-80 meters away. There were enough trees so that no one could see me directly, so I decided to go ahead and wet. What I did not expect was for the person in the car (a woman in her 30s) to get out and start walking right towards me. Even though my pants are dark they still glistened hard (they were soaked after all!) So I grabbed my phone and started walking the same direction she was. However, once I glanced back I noticed she was jogging (eeep!), so I knelt down and pretended to be taking pictures of the sunset behind the tree line in front of us until she passed. Once she was a few dozen meters off, I turned back towards the parking area, got in my car and drove home. I learned a valuable lesson for sure. Even though the pants may be black, a fresh soaking in cotton is always pretty obvious at first Lmk if anyone has any specific requests going forward! Submitter themerger Submitted 10/10/2022 Category Male  
  5. Tori was a very attractive girl she was white, black hair, b cup. she just turned 18 and went to a rock concert for her birthday in NYC. On the car ride down she drank a 1L water bottle of water. When she arrived the opening band started. Halfway through she felt the 1L water hit her bladder, "oh shit!" She immediately put her hands between her legs. She began jiggling back and forth. "Shit I gotta pee" she thought to herself. "I can wait till the end of this bands act to pee" she continued to think. 30 minutes later Tori was now crossing her legs, her hands were jammed between her legs. "fuck please finish" she whispered to herself. Just then the band finished her set "omg thank god" she thought, she sat up and bolted to the bathroom. "oh no no no no" she said as she ran up to the bathroom and saw that there was a huge line. "fuck fuck fuck" she thought "I'll go and wait at my seat until the lines shorter" she thought to herself. She walked back to her seat and waited. 10 minutes later "The line has to be shorter now" she thought, as she sat up a guitar raft rang through the stadium. "No way" there band she actually came to see was now starting "uggghhh.... mmmmm I'll hold it" she thought since she didn't want to miss a second of the bands music. She sat back down and crossed her legs and waited. 30 minutes later Tori was now bending over "I need to pee super bad but I-I can hold it a little longer" she thought Just then a dribble of pee came out "oh shit" she jammed her hand between her legs and crossed her legs even tighter. "You okay?" a stranger next to her said "YEA, Y-yea I'm fine" she replied "Shit I gotta be careful or I'm gonna embarrass myself infant of these people. "Alright this is our last song of the night so I want every one to stand up and sin g along with us" the lead singer of the band said. Everyone began standing up, "crap I can't stand or I'm gonna lose control and pee myself" Tori thought. Just then some one grabbed her arm and lifted her up "Ahhh" she moaned as a spurt of pee spurted out now darkening her jean shorts. "I can't sit down now or people will judge me and start staring so I'll try and hold it" she thought to her self After the end of the song "Thank you for coming out everyone and good night New York City" the lead singer said then the band was done. "Finally" Tori thought and sprinted to the bathroom but the stairs were blocked by people walking "Hurry, Hurry, Hurry" Tori thought crossing her legs and jamming her hands between her legs She finally made it down the stairs and ran towards the bathroom but she forgot something, the line was once again long but this time it was even longer than it was last time "no no no no no no no! I'm not gonna make it, I should have gone earlier" she thought The line began slowly moving forward but as the line moved foward Tori got more desperate "Ahhh" she quietly moaned as a spurt of pee shot out and a few drops of pee hit the ground She jumped up and down holding her crotch as tight as she could. "no no please move faster" she quietly said Just then a security guard came over and told her to follow him. "no please not like this" she thought Then the officer lead her into the mens room, and she realized other girls in line "thank god the lines shorter here" she thought There were 3 people ahead of her. "yes I can make it, ye-" her thought was cut off by another big spurt of pee this time it was noticeable on her shorts. "No no no" she quietly said, bending over "I'm not gonna make it" she thought She crossed her legs and jammed her hands onto her crotch as a few more dribbles of pee leaked out "mmm Aahhhh" she moaned as the flood gates opened, she blue shorts became soaked as a huge burst of pee shot out. "Don't loooook" she said trying to cover herself It was no use all the girls ahead of her and all the guys in the bathroom were staring Tori cheeks went red and she began crying "no no no" she said She ran out of the bathroom past all the staring eyes that were looking at her ad her pee soaked shorts she ran out of the stadium and to her car. She opened the car and closed the door and sat there, in her soaked shorts. "I can't drive home like this in my soaked shorts"she said. she searched her car and couldn't fine anything then she found a box of diapers. No there has to be something else. She couldn't fine anything She took a diaper out of the box and hesitated for a second and began taking her shorts off and a few drops of pee dripped off her shorts She sat there and looked at her what used to be white panties which were now yellow stained. She took her panties off and exposed her recently shaved pussy, and she pulled the diaper up and sat there embarrassed She started her car and just then she noticed something in the corner of her eye. She turned her head and at her window was two guys looking in "Ahhh stop looking pervs!!" She put the car into reverse and sped off towards her home.
  6. View File Alice - Red Leggings Naughty Public Wetting Watch in full HD as I pee my tight red absorbant leggings in public while casually walking down the street, letting out little dribbles of pee down my legs as I walk along. Then I get to a wooden bench and sit down facing the road as lots of cars drive past, and I pee some more on the bench right through my leggings in full view of a anyone driving past! It all runs down the underside of my legs and makes a puddle at my feet! It felt so naughty! Then I get up, letting you see the noticable wet patch and I then slowly walk towards the grass, and let a little more pee out in them facing the camera up close. Then watch me as I walk back to the car in my soaked, pissy pants! I really made a mess of them! They turn a really dark colour when they are wet too, and they soak it up so well! Then after spending an evening in the car in my wet leggings enjoying how naughty I had been, I decide to sit on my doorstep when we get back, have a smoke, and then deliberately wet myself again, and the video shows right up close between my legs as I pee freely into my already soaked leggings without a care in the world! Then I stand up and show off the wet patch on my butt, and then let the rest of my pee flow into them as i stand up! You can see it stream right through the leggings! I'm really enjoying experimenting with wetting myself in public lately, as it's a very new and kinky experience for me! Hope you enjoy! Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 04/28/2020 Category Female
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    Hi everyone! This was my first public wetting (recorded). I really enjoyed holding my pee, but i need to practice more on how to hold my phone subtly so i can record from a good angle and in long intervals. Besides that, i really loved the experience, people were so aware and curious about my accident and wet pants while i got back home, the spot i found to have my accident was perfect in lighting and confidentiality, and i noticed something pretty cool about these pants; they don't get wet right away, but once they absorb any liquid, they take a looong time to dry up, the wetting spot stays on it's initial shape and size for at least 20 minutes, and they made A LOT of noise when i peed myself, hope you have a good ear and can hear that wonderful hissing sound, so i'm definitively going to have another public accident in them soon. I wanted to record my wet pants right after wetting, but someone was passing by and i had to cut, thankfully i had emptied my bladder already, but next time i'm going better prepared, and won't stop recording, so i can get the people's reaction on my way home. With that said, i hope you enjoy this little video and i'll try to upload my next video as soon as i have it recorded TwT
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    Nearly a month ago I ordered a custom rewetting video. the model pulled out at the last second. I forgot about that one. I ordered another rewetting video from another girl and we had a disagreement. These videos was a good bye present to this site. The website gave me store credit for both videos. I did not see the point of wasting it. So I contacted Nerdy Faery to see if she would be interested in a rewetting video. She said yes and boy did she deliver. I had her wear her porn hub swimsuit and jacket. She pissed herself so many times. Twice on the bed, three times out side (one time in jeans), and many more. You can see the stain on the swimsuit! She urges you to pee with her through the video! Are you going to pee with her? I hope you do! This will likely be the last video I upload here. I hope you guys love it! Edit: I forgot to mention. I think she was not alone when she was making the video. At one point I think I can see someone in the window of her house towards the end of the video. There is a chance she was rewetting herself in front of someone! Note: I do not see her in the do not post list.
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  9. View File Nerdy Faery: Pee With Me Nearly a month ago I ordered a custom rewetting video. the model pulled out at the last second. I forgot about that one. I ordered another rewetting video from another girl and we had a disagreement. These videos was a good bye present to this site. The website gave me store credit for both videos. I did not see the point of wasting it. So I contacted Nerdy Faery to see if she would be interested in a rewetting video. She said yes and boy did she deliver. I had her wear her porn hub swimsuit and jacket. She pissed herself so many times. Twice on the bed, three times out side (one time in jeans), and many more. You can see the stain on the swimsuit! She urges you to pee with her through the video! Are you going to pee with her? I hope you do! This will likely be the last video I upload here. I hope you guys love it! Note: I do not see her in the do not post list. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 04/01/2022 Category Female  
  10. View File wetting my wide leg gray pants in public Hi everyone! This was my first public wetting (recorded). I really enjoyed holding my pee, but i need to practice more on how to hold my phone subtly so i can record from a good angle and in long intervals. Besides that, i really loved the experience, people were so aware and curious about my accident and wet pants while i got back home, the spot i found to have my accident was perfect in lighting and confidentiality, and i noticed something pretty cool about these pants; they don't get wet right away, but once they absorb any liquid, they take a looong time to dry up, the wetting spot stays on it's initial shape and size for at least 20 minutes, and they made A LOT of noise when i peed myself, hope you have a good ear and can hear that wonderful hissing sound, so i'm definitively going to have another public accident in them soon. I wanted to record my wet pants right after wetting, but someone was passing by and i had to cut, thankfully i had emptied my bladder already, but next time i'm going better prepared, and won't stop recording, so i can get the people's reaction on my way home. With that said, i hope you enjoy this little video and i'll try to upload my next video as soon as i have it recorded TwT Submitter MsApril Submitted 06/14/2022 Category Female  
  11. So, I'm currently on a tour. And where I'm traveling through has a lack of toilets. Lots of greenary and shops are found in long intervals. Even then most shops don't allow you to use their restroom. Some pay to use toilets can be found. But they are super gross and you also have to pay $1 for using them. We ourselves were having a hard time managing. In short, it's a toilet crisis over here. With that said, It was a sunny day. Around noon. I stopped for buying some snacks and tea. After a while, a white van also stopped not so far from us. A girl came down from the van. She was wearing a red crop top and a brown pleated skirt. Probably a tourist like us. She entered the shop but didn't buy anything. Just looked around. She was fidgeting a bit which got me curious. I watched her as she went back to her van. She was constantly fixing her skirt for some reason. I sat on the table outside the shop. She entered the van but got off again in a hurry. She looked around a bit and walked hurridly towards the side of the road. To my surprise! OH MY GOD! She was leaking! I could faintly see but I'm sure she leaked from the way she walked. She reached under her skirt to pull down her underwear and just let go standing. She sat down immediately with her skirt hiding her underwear and privates. From the slight glimpse of when she was standing, I think the undies were white, not sure. She let out a big stream which I could see very clearly. Followed a bit of spraying at the end. She got up. Pulled her underwear up amd hurried back to the van while fixing her skirt. They left the place shortly after that. I was shocked at what I witnessed. I never thought I'd get to see a public wetting irl. And in the middle of nowhere. (You can tell how excited I am by me resetting my password just to login here after ages just to make this post) Bonus: After having the snacks I actually walked up there where the girl sat. And yes there was indeed a wet patch on the road. There were bits of wet spots along the way supporting my theory of her leaking on the way. Witnessing that is giving me an urge to pee outside. But I'm not bold enough to try something like that. What do I do? ><
  12. You stand still in front of them legs wide open, bladder full with four pints' worth of beer and liquid – never had to go so bad before – excited like that one time you tried and tried to let it go though your Pride, rock-solid and your Dick, rock-hard collided collided collided collided and wetting was no more. Just a fart came out instead Pride had won: the flow was stemmed. I watch you from a distance – legs wide open, bladder full – tonight you're gonna wet yourself in front of all these people you don't know. DO IT! Four pints'worth of beer and – DO IT! Just a fart came out inst – DO IT! Your dick [MY DICK!] rock hard – DO IT! I stand still in front of them four pints of beer and pride and liquid and pride excited like that dick [YOUR DICK! MY DICK!] one time I tried and tried and tried and – — Warm embrace, sweet relief down my pants like a thief stealthy, wet, copious piss down my pants – pure bliss. I opened my eyes and realized what I'd always fantasized – Hug me! Kiss me! Hold my hands – "Baby, I've wet my pants."
  13. Hello everyone. As promised, here's my first story. A few introductory words: It is set in northern Italy in a fictional town called Bresmona. As a result of the Decorum Act, public urination is now a much worse offense than it used to be. The local mayor has just created the Decorum Patrol, a private police force with the objective of keeping the streets of Bresmona clean and safe. The story centers around a group of high school boys who recently turned 18 and play soccer in a local team, and their social lives. In this first part you'll get to know Luca, his friend Alex and the girls Gloria and Laura. It's a Saturday night near the end of May, and The boys are going to a party at Cascina 99, a local discotheque. It is the place to be on a Saturday night, and the girls are waiting for them inside. Alex and Luca have loaded up on booze in order to get to the party with the right kind of buzz. This story contains vulgar language and swear words, because I have tried to make the characters sound realistic. I apologize for the inevitable misspellings and mistakes. This is it. I hope you enjoy it! 1. "A NIGHT TO REMEMBER" "Ohh yes!" He moaned in relief as a super powerful jet of beer piss came pouring down on the dirt in front of him. His legs spread apart like a good boy, so as to keep his piss from splashing back on his brand new shoes. They were in complete darkness, almost. "Dude, where THE FUCK are you? I can't see shit in here" Luca hissed frustratingly at his friend Alex as he tried to find a way through the trees. They'd loaded up on booze and had been drinking the whole night. They wanted to make sure they'd arrive at the party with the right kind of buzz. Which means now both had to piss like a racehorse. "Fuck you man, you're already pissing! You could've waited for me a second. Holy shit I'm fucking pissing myself here." "Ohh yes. Fuck!" Alex ignored his friend's comment, still moaning in relief, his jet still going strong. "Did we really need to hide this far for a fucking piss?" Asked Luca as he got ready to finally relieve himself "It's the fucking Decorum Patrol" replied Alex "you get caught pissing in public and you get a pretty fucking hefty fine." His stream finally died down. "I don't know about you man, but I got some money in my pocket and last thing I want to do with it is give it to them fucking Decorum faggots." He put his dick back in and zipped up. At his feet, a piss lake replaced the previously dry soil. "Come on, let's go. What? You still gotta piss? Hurry up!" "Look who's talking! You took your sweet time to piss and now you're telling me to hurry up." Luca had just unzipped when suddenly a man's voice broke out: "HEY!" "FUCK!" Luca immediately zipped back up. A flashlight was trying to locate the boys' position among the trees. "Come over here right now. You too." Alex and Luca sheepishly emerged from the trees. A man not much older than them, probably in his mid twenties, was standing still with a flashlight in his hands. Dressed in a black uniform, black cargo pants, on the tight side. On his chest, "Decorum Patrol" written in a yellow font that looked kinda cheesy for a police force. "What are you guys doing?" "We were trying to see what was there behind those trees." Alex came up with the lamest excuse ever. "There's nothing to see there. It's a big park, there's no lights and I don't want you to get hurt. Either go back to the Discotheque or get out of here." "Yes sir." "Come on. Move." So they walked the trail back to the Disco. "Fucking faggots. What the hell do they care if a man takes a fucking piss?" Alex complained while casually touching his crotch from time to time. A last drop of piss had escaped into his underwear. Thank goodness he was wearing black boxer briefs. He planned on getting laid tonight. As for Luca... He was in a much worse situation. He felt like his bladder was about to explode. His mind had been sending signals to his body that it was finally time to pee, but now the Decorum officer had thwarted his plan when he was almost starting to go. "Yeah at least you fucking pissed. I need to go BAD." "Oh come on quit bitching, just use the bathrooms inside." Replied Alex. Thankfully they'd bought the tickets to the event in advance, which meant less queuing for them to do. But queuing still. Luca made sure to stand slightly behind Alex. He crossed his legs and squeezed his dick multiple times, trying to be as discreet as possible. His desperation came in waves, and when it hit, it was almost impossible for him to stand still. He hadn't been this desperate in a long time. It suddenly reminded him of times when he pissed himself as a kid. It unlocked forgotten memories, such as that time he completely disgraced himself in 5th grade coming home from a school trip. He remembered thinking 5th grade was way too old for a kid to wet himself. Was he... Was he gonna wet himself now? At 18? Pfff. No way. He wondered why he even considered it a possibility. He was a MAN. A man with a pretty hot chick waiting inside for him. What the hell was he doing thinking about pants pissing and 5th grade? Fuck that! The line quickly dissolved. They showed their tickets to the bouncer and entered. ________ The building was packed with young and gorgeous human beings of both sexes. The air was hot and hormones filled the room. Everybody was dancing, or trying to dance, or trying to impress the person they wanted to bang. Each body oozing sexual energy. Each mind dominated by transgression. Loud music and strobe lights overwhelmed the senses. "I need to go find Laura. She's waiting for me by the fake palm trees. Meet me at the counter later. Remember we got a free drink with the ticket!" And with that, Alex disappeared into the crowd. Now that Luca was alone, he couldn't help holding himself even more blatantly. "FUCK I need a piss" he thought. "I need to find a bathroom asap." It wasn't his first time here, but it was his first time needing to use the bathroom facilities. He knew it was easier said than done. There would always be a pretty long line at both the men's and the women's. Alcohol knows no genders, and two bathrooms weren't enough to deal with this many young adults and their full bladders. He made his way into the crowd to reach the men's bathroom. With each step he felt his bulging bladder hit against his belt. He tried to walk somewhat normally, but it was difficult. All that beer wanted out. NOW. Thankfully the darkness made it easier for him to go unnoticed. He distractedly bumped into a pretty heavy guy: "hey man, what's your fucking problem? You got a problem with me?" "Fuck – hey I'm sorry man" The guy squared him up for a second, then let him go: "Fuck you. Get the fuck out of here." Luca proceeded in the direction of the bathroom and didn't look back. This confrontation had increased his need to piss even more. He was young, athletic and had a pretty big sense of pride. Normally he wouldn't let random people talk shit to him. He thought he could put up a fight. But not tonight. He was about to piss himself. Ain't nobody ever won a fight by pissing himself. he would have disgraced himself in front of a total strang—oh shut the fuck up! He shushed himself in his thoughts. "Nobody pisses his pants at 18. It's ridiculous." And the bathroom situation was just what he expected. A long line of boys waiting to empty their bladders. His need had escalated even more. Suddenly He felt a sharp pang of desperation travel through his bladder, from his bladder to the shaft, and from the shaft to the tip of his manhood. "Oh shit shit SHIT –" all good. He was back in control of his bladder. "That was close" he thought. "Heyyy!" He heard a female voice rise up from the noise. He turned around and there she was. Gloria, the reason he came here tonight. The short but voluptuous brunette he'd been trying to bang for almost a month. "Heeyy! Where have you been? Laura, Alex and I have been waiting for you by the counter. Come on, let's go get something to drink!" "Fuck" he thought to himself. What now? Should he tell his date he was about to piss himself? Not a great move. And even if he did, he would still have to wait at least another 15 minutes here in front of this fucking bathroom. The line was moving pretty slow. Fuck! He knew it. He should have pissed before coming here. He was so fucking close if it hadn't been for that stupid Decorum motherfucker. He didn't say anything, just put on a fake smile while Gloria grabbed his veiny hand and dragged him away. "I love your shirt" she had to shout to make herself heard while they crossed the dancefloor to get to the bar. "and this... is this One Million? Mmm it's my favorite perfume " Luca was glad to know it. Only... He just hoped One Million wasn't going to turn into One Piss. They got to the counter where Alex and Laura were waiting for them. "Finally! Dude Where the hell have you been?" "Just... I was... Looking... Tryna... Whatever, nevermind" Luca was trying as hard as he could to not show weakness, but his confused reply and body language gave it away. Alex remembered his friend hadn't been able to pee earlier on. He put two and two together. Luca was still bursting for a piss. "FOUR MOJITOS" Alex shouted to the bartender. "Shit" Luca thought to himself. He liked mojito alright. But he sure was not in the mood for any liquid right now. Let alone a fucking mojito. "There you go guys" the waiter placed four ice cold mojitos on the counter, a black plastic straw sticking out from each one. As soon as Luca picked up the glass, the coldness of it travelled though his veins all the way to his bladder. It was like having a little spirit poke his bladder with a needle. He instantly crossed his legs hard, trying to squeeze his bulge with his inner thighs as hard as he could. "Anything wrong?" Gloria asked him. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. So pretty, so handsome. A white, very elegant Ralph Lauren shirt. A nice complementing pair of jeans. Brand new sneakers, whiter than snow. And underneath... A glorious body shaped by the soccer gods. WHAT A MAN! "Nothing" he replied. "It's the drink... Wow, it's pretty cold" "Yeah, no shit it's cold" he immediately thought to himself "it's full of ice, it's a mojito, what the hell did you expect?? Fuck, I need to FUCKING PISS!!! I can't even think straight. Fuck!" Laura whispered something in Gloria's ears, and Luca immediately took advantage of the situation sneaking a hand in his pocket and giving his dick a big squeeze while Gloria wasn't looking. He tried to look over the dancefloor in the direction of the bathroom. Yep. Hard to see from here, but there's definitely still some people waiting outside. "Hey... Let's go dancing!" Gloria and Laura were desperate to get on the dancefloor with their new boyfriends. The loud music, the chaos, the flickering lights, the smoke, the strobo... What better way to get intimate with them. Luca was also desperate... but a different kind of desperate. Gloria briefly caressed her womanhood. She was definitely not dry down there. "Yeah! Let's go!" And so the girls dragged their boyfriends on to the dancefloor. The DJ had just put on a new song. A remixed version of the 1990s hit "What is love" now filled the room. Alex and Laura disappeared into the crowd. Gloria put her arms around Luca's neck. The strobo lights made it look like a sequence of still shots. Her eyes and smile had LOVE written all over them. She pushed her womanhood close to Luca's bulge and gave him a passionate kiss. Luca was not enjoying it as he should. His dick was limp and unresponsive. His mind was focussed on one thing. I NEED TO PISS. They fiercely made out. She kissed him on his lips, then french kissed, then she kissed him on his neck leaving him a lipstick-tinted love bite. She was the one taking the initiative. He felt like a ragdoll. The music got quieter. Everyone was singing along to the lyrics: "What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... No more No more No more No more More More More More More more more more More more more more MoMoMoMo MoMoMoMo MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMO –" as the DJ was ready to drop the beat, it happened. Luca felt a shiver in his bladder and down his spine. A warm sensation in his boxer briefs. His mind had yet to register what was happening. Gloria was standing still in front of him, smiling and looking him in the eyes, her arms still around his neck, when a powerful jet of piss erupted from his member, washing his scrotum, licking his butthole and quickly saturating his underwear with piss. Then flowed down both of his legs with great force, drenching both the front and the back of his jeans. It was a flood. The piss rapidly got to his socks and pooled inside his shoes. A steady trickle of piss flowed from his left cuff down to the floor, creating a big puddle of piss. He was pissing himself. At 18. In front of his girlfriend. He tried to stop the flow, but his contractions only made the piss flow out of his cock even faster. There was no stopping this. The beat dropped, and Luca was still pissing. After three or four bladder spasms, which sent an additional load of piss down his pants, he was finally finished. He wiggled his toes and they were in a pool of piss. Touched his crotch with his left hand – soaked. He moved his hand back where his butthole is – soaked. The inside of his legs – soaked. He had just pissed himself. Period. His mind was going a 100 miles an hour. Now relief, now embarrassment, now relief, now WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO NOW?" And that was just the beginning. Gloria felt something weird under her feet. She removed her arms from Luca's neck and looked down. "What... Yeeeww... What the hell... Why's the floor all wet all of a sudden?" ________ END OF PART 1 Let me know what you think! Keep following this thread for more! New parts will be posted down here in the comments.
  14. Hello everyone! Here is where I will update my regular experiences, videos, photos, stories and any new content so everyone has a main thread to follow if they want to! I will update in this thread anytime I have anything new, like videos, photos, experiences etc! ****** ****** For anyone that doesnt know me, my name is Alice! I am a 26 year old British girl with a genuine passion for wetting myself, and peeplay and experimenting with different outfits and new ways to enjoy some kinky wet fun. I'm a short, 5ft 2, blonde girl and sometimes quite shy, but I like to share my experiences with wetting myself because it's a part of me that brings me so much joy, happiness and is also a huge turn on for me and my boyfriend Dave. We have been together for 8 years now and we live together, but I also like watching other girls wet their pants too and think I maybe a little bi or at least curious about that side of me, too. I first got into wetting when I was just 18 when me and my boyfriend first started dating. I discovered his fetish for seeing girls wet their pants by accident only a few weeks into dating, so I was super curious and thought "this sounds really hot". So I kept insinuating that I would be prepared to do it after I watched a fair few videos of other girls online. So eventually I did try it. I laid on my back in bed, put a towel under my butt, and let him watch me pee my pink panties. It felt incredible! And it was such a turn on for me to just lay there and wet myself on purpose while he watched. He was obviously very turned on abd we had an amazing time that night if you know what I mean and it gave me a lot of confidence! I wet myself a further 3 times that night, in my panties, naked, and on him and it the most erotic, passionate night I've ever experienced! It lit something up inside me and I kept thinking about it again and again, and there is just something about it that makes me feel like a really naughty girl. Like innocent, but very kinky at the same time. I also love that wonderful sense of relief, and that forbidden, sudden warmth that spreads in my crotch or under my butt, or all down my legs when I'm in tight jeans. There is just nothing else like it! It makes me feel like a bad girl peeing in naughty places too, and it is my biggest turn on! I do it regularly now whenever I get the chance, and love trying it in different, fun and exciting ways! It turns me on more than pretty much anything else now! I think I've always thought it was hot even before I was 18, but never experimented with it sexually until I met Dave. I have never been ashamed of this kink either, its just a part of me and my boyfriend (Dave), and we have always been so open and experimental with it and both enjoy it so much! I would much rather wet myself than go to the toilet most days if I could, but I also know this isn't always practical in real life . We have talked about sharing some things online every now and then over the years, and in fact we actually did post a video of me wetting my Jean's in bed back in 2015, but I wanted to share my experiences now and bring a bit of joy to others too, and show everyone that there is nothing wrong with peeing your pants for pleasure, and that it can be an amazing thing to do! I enjoy going out on beautiful country walks and drives too, and love exploring. And it's also super fun to film my naughty exploits when we do this! I hope you all enjoy my content, and please feel free to comment, share your opinions, ask me questions, or just lurk and enjoy the free content if you want. Anything I make from sales from my paid videos is going to go towards some new outfits and jeans to wet, so I can keep making some videos and experiment some more and have a little fun. Big love, Alice ❤❤❤❤
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  16. View File E42-04 DLE42-04- In this JAV office ladies wet themselves in desperation outside the public restrooms The original JAV was a mixture of office ladies either wetting themselves or shitting themselves outside the restroom. These files are only the wetting parts of this JAV I tried a couple times to upload the whole uncut version but it keeps failing to upload. Enjoy Update - So i tried uploading the full uncut version file multiple times and kept getting uploading errors so i broke it down into 4 parts and it finally went through. Sorry it took so long to upload this part and also i'm sorry i had to break it down into parts instead of just one big file like i did with the other E42 JAVS. So now the first 7 files are just the wetting parts and the last 4 files with the word Uncut on them are a mixture of office ladies either wetting themselves or shitting themselves outside the restroom. Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/07/2020 Category Desperation Clothing
  17. View File E42-03 DLE42-03- In this JAV office ladies wet themselves in desperation outside the public restrooms The original JAV was a mixture of office ladies either wetting themselves or shitting themselves outside the restroom. The first 5 files are all the wetting scenes from this JAV and the Uncut file is the full version with all the peeing and pooping scenes so the choice is there if you want it. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/07/2020 Category Desperation Clothing
  18. View File E42-02 DLE42-02- In this JAV schoolgirls wet themselves in desperation outside the public restrooms Just like DLE42-01 The original JAV was a mixture of schoolgirls either wetting themselves or shitting themselves outside the restroom. The first 6 files are all the wetting scenes from this JAV and the Uncut file is the full version with all the peeing and pooping scenes so the choice is there if you want it. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/07/2020 Category Desperation Clothing
  19. View File E42-01 DLE42-01- In this JAV schoolgirls wet themselves in desperation outside the public restrooms The original JAV was a mixture of schoolgirls either wetting themselves or shitting themselves outside the restroom. The first 5 files are all the wetting scenes from this JAV and the Uncut file is the full version with all the peeing and pooping scenes so the choice is there if you want it. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/07/2020 Category Desperation Clothing
  20. So I don't usually post stories here but after the week I have had I am feeling like I need to. I met a woman on kik recently who seems to have the same love for omorashi as I do. At first we connected while I was doing a hold at my house. I never wet in public before and always kept my fetish indoors. The hold was great, afterwards we chatted for a bit and I thought it was just a one time thing -- I was wrong. The next day I went to work. I work about an hour away from my house. My commute is multifaceted, I first drive to the public train and then walk about 10 mins from there. I wore beige slacks and light grey boxer-briefs. These pants in particular are very water absorbent and even when I get a little water on them after washing my hands or something it is very very obvious. So I was at my desk at work drinking seltzer water and realizing I have to pee a little, when I get a message from the woman on kik. At first I ignored it because I knew that I would not have the time to really give her the attention that she wanted, but I had to pee. I don't know what came over me. My office is a open-floor-space kind of place. So there where people all around me. The first thing she asks me is, "Do you have to pee ?" Which of course my answer was, " YES!" I was so turned on because she started sending me little videos of her slowly leaking in bed into a pair of blue panties. So against my better judgment I started to leak too. I was secretly wetting myself slowly under my desk. Co-workers were coming up and having conversations with me, I was advising clients on product design, I even helped my manager with a spreadsheet he was having problems with. When I looked at my crotch under my desk It was damp and just noticeable. The problem with wetting slowly like this is that I was now releasing pressure at the same rate that pressure was building. So I was simultaneously becoming seriously desperate. The kind of desperation where you aren't sure you can get up without completely exploding. I told this fact to the woman on kik and she (of course) was aroused by this. She urged me to let out a big spurt of hot piss into my pants. I knew that I couldn't, that I would pay serious social consequences if I pissed myself at work. But at the same time I really, really had to pee. I continued to leak and at this point my pants where pretty soaked. My hands were shaking I had to pee so bad -- I was frantic. I did the only thing I could do, wait for an opening when people weren't looking and run out of the office -- home. It maybe wasn't my best choice since like I said before my commute is quite involved, but I wasn't thinking clearly. Each person I walked by was looking at my crotch and then to me to see if I was a crazy person. It didn't help that also I had a huge hard on. by the time I got to the train it was packed full of people. I had to stand and hold myself in front of everyone. I took pictures of my crotch and sent them to the woman on kik. I didn't care at that point. I honestly thought I was about to pee on the train. But I didn't. somehow I made it to my car, with a absolutely soaked crotch I sat in my front seat and completely let go. The warmth felt amazing. I made a video to send and came immediately after. This was my Wednesday.
  21. View File Public Wetting and rewetting - tight blue jeans and jeather jacket So... earlier today, me and the bf decided to spend an afternoon food shopping, then a nice walk and then a drive to relax and unwind. I had 3 cups of tea before I left and didnt bother using the toilet I decided I wanted to have a "no toilets allowed" day today as I've been feeling in one of those moods! I was really desperate and wearing my tight blue jeans and new leather jacket and some boots. As we walked near the car where we had parked, I was really struggling to hold it but trying to stay looking composed Haha. So I just started peeing my jeans while I was walking. It always feel especially naughty if I just let go whilst I'm still walking. It makes it feel different and takes some concentration lol. But after I had partly emptied my bladder in those tight jeans, as I got closer to the car, a young man driving a large van drove around the corner and slowed right down then stopped and stared right at me as I was peeing myself and I just looked at him and he seemed in shock lol I felt embarrassed and nervous, but just sort of awkwardly smiled at him and he smiked back and drove off... but it was also pretty hot being caught wetting myself on purpose! I went bright red lol unfortunately we didnt film his reaction as I didnt want anyone else to be in a video haha. This is genuinely the first time I've ever been caught like that, but as well as being embarrassed, I felt really naughty at the same time lol. Right after though I continued peeing myself when I got to the car and just let the rest go before getting in and sitting there in my totally pissed jeans while we laughed about what happened! After that though, I stayed in my very wet jeans in the car and we went for a drive listening to some music! I felt like a naughty little girl after what happened earlier and looked down at the damage while I sat there in my tight wet jeans feeling them clinging to my skin and also feeling pretty cold now! I turned the heater up but it was still chilly so I slowly weed in them a little bit more just to warm up my pussy and feel it spread under my butt a bit more little by little After about an hour, the wetness had made my jeans almost completely wet without any any dry patches. But I really needed a wee again because I had drank 3 large tea's so we pulled over so I could let go and not flood the car too much Then I stepped out in front of the car headlights and stood still and soaked them all over again! It felt soooo relieving!! But as they were so cold, that sudden spreading warmth felt incredible! Like a tingly hot feeling suddenly making ny thighs and my butt cheeks feel really good! I'm so bad sometimes when we have a wet evening, I wonder what my colleagues and other freinds would think if they ever found out what I do in my spare time! I've no idea how I would ever explain it! (Although one of our female freinds alteady knows and watches sometimes). So, that is the story of my evening behind this video so far. And a few pics/screenshots to show you all! Thanks to everyone who supports me and buys my paid videos! I know I have hany free videos, but knowing some people like my content enough to pay makes me feel amazing! Big love from Alice❤ Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 09/27/2020 Category AliceWetting
  22. View File Public Jeanswetting for the second time that day! After I soaked myself earlier embarrassingly in public, I just stayed in my wet jeans in the car enjoying a nice little country drive. I had drank lots of water, and I quickly needed to pee again. As they were soaked already, I decided to just get out the farm walk towards a field and just flood them all over again Hope you all enjoy ❤ Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 09/16/2020 Category AliceWetting  
  23. View File Public Jeanswetting (from my compilation) Here's me totally flooding my tight grey jeans while casually walking along the road as cars drive past. I really really had to go! I'll post the video of me rewetting them again an hour later when I was desperate again! Hope you enjoy Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 09/16/2020 Category AliceWetting  
  24. There a a thread here, somewhere, where women have admitted that they sometimes play a game of letting little spurts go, in secret but in plain view, for pleasure and for the risk. I had to go and lie down after reading some of those replies... But, years ago, I wrote a long and rambling stream-of-consciousness vignette about going home from a concert, somewhat dazed, and being so taken by the look of a particularly attractive woman that I bought a writing pad and scribbled down a long, long leer at her leggings... ...And fantasised that she would pee in them, ever such a little spurt. And then another, and another. It's one of the very first erotic pieces that I wrote, and it shows: be warned, it takes a while to get interesting. A scribble on the train, in which the reader learns exactly what it’s like to be a writer… So. King’s Cross Station, brightly-lit and echoing, marble floors and shuttered shops and crowds in little clusters, looking at departure times upon the ‘drive-in cinema’ display. My head is singing from the concert I have just come out of; I could tell you who it was but I don’t think that you’d believe me. I could tell you how it was, but only if your mind can write searing white letters of fire across the sky and underline them with the sound of thunder. I can feel it, now, the bow upon the string, a note beneath the hearing and above imagination, fluttering like shadows formed into the feathers on the wings of Odin’s Ravens, shimmering a little way beyond the edge of your perception and a little further into things we call the half-world... ... and are mostly too sensible to mention. I’ve just gone into that string-of-consciousness thing again: a curse or blessing for a writer. So: rush into a shop, and then the one next door, and then another: find someone, anyone, who sells a spiral notepad and a biro at a quarter past eleven in the evening. Thank God I live in London: someone did. What have I seen, what muse is in me, ringing out the music? Not the sweet and innocently-cynical young girls, barely in their teens and barely moved by music – half of them brought into the concert by their parents, respectable suburbia concealing lifelong love for music that the neighbours ought to disapprove of - if they hadn’t brought themselves and their own daughter too; and there is nothing there for me. Nor, either, in twenty-something students, scruffy and relaxed – nor the graduates, letting down their hair tonight but somehow always buttoned-down for work in the professions and the media. As ever, it is as if I am invisible to them: not ugly, not creepy, not even rejected in deliberate behaviours to emphasise exclusion. I am simply not there at all, it seems, or at least I do not seem to register upon whatever radar says ‘person, here’. Someday I will tell you how it is that I became like that: it is an ugly story, but fortunately one that I have overcome. Mostly I can fade away by consciously relaxing and withdrawing the external projection of the mind and personality, or not as I may choose; but sometimes it’s a curse that seeps out over me like a magician’s smoke. I look within, into the internal world… And out again, blessed or cursed with photographic memory, snapshot after snapshot. Flash – electric light and floor tiles, King’s Cross Station concourse: a woman in her thirties, somehow younger from a lifetime training. Dancing, I think, but maybe something more exotic. Slim, poised, forward on her feet, a bob of cut blonde hair tossing as she chatters to her phone. I watch, I am the watcher, fading into background and invisibility; I let the foreground flicker through me like the images in lenses, cameras, closed-circuit television systems watching in the night. Blessed and cursed indeed, I read the body language – cursed to know it, read the mind revealed in it, never know the person any closer than the hidden operators of the all-too-pervasive video security. So let me tell you what I see: she is pretty but not beautiful, slim but not for many years longer, held to shape by the muscle tone of all that training - a lifetime’s practice that I think she’s now neglecting. A bouncy personality, up on tiptoes, nodding in her conversation, animated in expression and the flashes of intelligence that flicker off of her. What is she wearing? The top is cashmere: smart, black and instantly forgettable. Heavy black shoes with clumping heels and straps, shiny with a hint of cutaways. Her stockings are like leggings, heavy and opaque, clinging firmly to her as they vanish up a miniskirt that barely reaches to her bottom, wispy and translucent; no woman wears a thing like that in lightweight tights or goes bare-legged! It is as if the reassuring grip of fabric hides her legs from a perception that they are in view: but every inch of them is visible, for the fabric shapes and silhouettes them from her ankles to her labia – plainly visible as a camel toe in a breathing, moving outline that leaves very little to imagine. We can tell what she's thinking, if ever she's thinking *that*. She’s wearing knickers underneath them, a thin and silky garment: unseen, but it reveals itself in the way the fabric of the leggings slides and doesn’t stretch, and sometimes halts a little to outline the elastic at the legs, high-cut like bikini bottoms. Whatever's visible, she doesn’t seem embarrassed or uneasy – quite the contrary – but neither is there any sense of exhibition, showing off and taunting men (and women!) in her field of view. No, she’s shielded from the stares and glares and leers that would accompany such nakedness by a belief that she’s not naked. And somehow, everyone around her has picked up on it and they unconsciously agree with her. What must that feel like? I read her movements: body-conscious but not consciously ‘displaying’, the feeling from the fabric not entirely fading out, not entirely edited from her awareness by whatever system of the mind keeps down the constant chatter of our clothes upon our skin. ‘Not entirely’, did I say? Not quite so, because there is a firmness in the leggings, not quite so much as girl-shaped figure-hugging Levis, that makes a woman held, pressed and squeezed a little bit, shaped and sculpted by her clothing. They’re always just a little bit aware of it, and always seem to like it – the ones with the figure for it – a constant trickle charge into the spiritual batteries of sensuality. Occasionally the feeling is the foreground, and women in such clothing strike a pose of rutting sexuality, aware and unaware that they are feeling such a thing and sending such a signal to the men around them. And, indeed, to other women, who pull their men a little closer, re-establishing the contact that tells the world “He’s Mine!” How strange it is, how few of the women wearing this fashion are consciously aware of any of it, the constant body-language conversation: to read it is to know that almost all the human mind is hidden from its owner... I watch the woman, looking closely at her legs and leggings, neutral in my body language so that she is unaware of me, and does not show the tension of a woman who perceives the ‘eye tracks’ of a man nearby. Her legs and leggings… The 'rise' from those high heels is lifting up her body and her pelvis, forward slightly, but she is comfortable with it. Her feet are placed a little bit apart, and then together; bending just a little bit, her knees becoming lighter as the fabric stretches; she rubs her legs together then steps forward, half a step, rocking back on one heel then the other, tension clearly visible in the muscles of her buttocks, outlined by the fabric. The conversation continues, all of her is bouncing, nodding, gesturing... But me, I’m watching her legs. Feet together, knees together, thighs together, squeezing: then up a bit, relaxing. Down again, almost crouching in a conspiratorial huddle around her telephone; then up, straight up, knees rubbing again in a left-and-right half-turning gesture, repeatedly, a signal of uncertainty or indecision. She presses her thighs together yet again, tightly, and I read it as consideration and rejection of an opportunity for penetrative sex – probably unspoken, it’s more likely that she’s talking to a ‘best friend’ than a boyfriend – but she definitely thought of having it, I saw her pelvis tilt forward, her pelvic muscles tighten and relax, and tighten up again, nothing hidden by the skirt at all, unconsciously miming the motions in detail - albeit more subtly than doing the real thing in bed - and then shutting herself down. The conversation lightens up, and she lowers herself slightly, her pelvis and her knees coming forward, legs together; something that she’s saying means she hasn’t yet ruled out the offer and will one day take him up on it. A thought that's pleasurable in anticipation, judging by the way I see her thigh muscles relaxing and her labia fill out. Her legs are now apart, boldly A-shaped in a clear and blatant challenge to whatever man is in the conversation, or maybe on the other end of it; the challenge being ‘prove yourself a worthy mate’. And she relaxes again, and gradually winds down the call, and walks to platform three to take her train. I watch her hips and her backside, swaying just a little: not loose but held taut by muscle tone - I see the firmness of the dancer and the lifelong athlete, muscles moving under fabric with a touch of softening, a rounded femininity that adds an extra grace and sensuality to her. You know, I think the leggings made her sexier than walking to the train completely naked ever could have been. Photo-memory recorded, and scribbled down in biro in the twenty minutes that it takes a train to reach the outer suburbs. And now I am at home, running it again in the camera of my imagination. You know me – omorashi fetishist – and my enthusiasms... What would it be like – imagine! – to let a little spurt into those leggings? There was no hint, none whatsoever, in her body language saying that she was aware of her bladder at all; far less that she might be desperate to go, and it doesn’t suit my fancy to imagine that she was. I prefer to think of a deliberate decision to let go a little bit, imagining a trickle and discovering a sudden spurt that needs to be firmly pulled back and cut off before it runs away to visible knicker-wetting loss and an embarrassing puddle. A spurt, a hot sensation: a sudden wetness, looseness in her labia and the tickle of displacing air… And almost painfully, like discovering the volume’s turned to max inside her headphones, coarse wet fabric rubs across her urethral opening, slowly being pushed aside and downwards as her clitoris emerges. Smooth and silky cotton-lycra knickers now feel harsh and scratchy – wince! – and she is super-sensitive and irritable. Twitch, and try to draw in, but she can’t and maybe there’s a risk that she’ll let go completely if she cannot ‘tighten up’. The wetness spreads out, passing through panties and into leggings, becoming a shining spot an inch across and fading to a damp uncomfortable humidity. Press her legs together, then apart, feeling it dry out a little faster. Walk – but carefully! – until she feel the slippery intrusion of her clitoris retreating into hiding. Does it stop there, or does she dare repeat it a moment later? Is she frightened that she’ll lose the lot? Yes, but the thrill of the risk that she will, iss all apart of the sin and the mischief of it. ...And all of it forgotten as she slips through the train, finally finding a seat: realising she had completely dropped the ball and shocked, for a moment, by the disturbing idea that she might have been weeing and entirely unaware of it, all that time that she was weaving her way along through carriage after carriage, through the standing passengers, until she found herself as seat. Of course she wouldn't have. She takes a window seat, beside some unremarkable receptionist in a bank's staff uniform, opposite some dull accountant, and gazes into space... And yes, she does. Does it feel different to let it go, release another little spurt, when she is sitting down aboard the train? She knows, in her mind, that there’s nothing to see – nothing at all, the glisten fades in seconds and there’s not a hint of wet, no shadow on the matt black fabric and whoever saw it would’ve had to look straight up her skirt to see it, a patch at most two inches across, well-hidden in the shadow of her legs and underneath her skirt. Her fellow-passengers are the very paragon of polite disinterest. She could do the lot, empty out and moments later there’d be nothing to see if she could be sure that the puddle would drain away behind her; and if it didn't, would they all just sit politely, pretending not to notice? What a thing to imagine, as she takes the risk of letting out a careful little dribble, not a hint of in her breathing, her expression or her movement: she won't do it all, but she will take the delicious risk that she will find it impossible to stop, a literal flood of embarrassment, ending a walk of shame into another carriage while they look at one another and say nothing. A spurt, and a guilty little warmth, secret, sinful, and she shouldn't. Three or four or six more later, she's not just damp, she's wet. The patch is tiny but it’s always there, wet enough to make the cloth glide over her urethra and now – continually – her clitoris. It’s out, and when she does it sitting down, some of the squirt and the first rush of heat in the fabric reaches out and touches her. And it’s not as if her labia do nothing: the little dribble that runs down and into them, the tickling droplet and the wetness, it’s a continuing challenge to her composure. She wants to touch herself under the skirt, just to know how bad the damage is – or so she tells herself – but she don’t want to draw attention. Time passes, one suburban station after another, long waits for the train while the signals are red: and spurt, after spurt, after spurt. The temptation, every time, to let the whole lot go, gets stronger. The seats on either side of her, and opposite, are empty now: who's to know? She realises that her backside is warm, and wet; and actually, she likes it. Another spurt, another hot little sin, and how bad would it be to just, just, let it go and just keep pissing? Her station. She gets off the train – carefully, so as to be last, to nobody's behind her looking at her backside - mortified to realise that the fabric of the seat is visibly wet, a coin-sized glistening spot in a palm-sized damp patch, on a seat where someone has, quite clearly, had 'an accident'. Except that she did every drop of it deliberately; and she got away with it, walking with her backside wet but probably not showing anything; and, increasingly, becoming rather pleased at what she's done, for all that it's a guilty pleasure that she really shouldn't do. Step away from the train, squirt another tiny spurt, caring rather less about the risk: she plays a 'head game' with the guilt and how she ought to be ashamed, as she walks along the platform; sometimes pretending to hate the sensation of having wet herself, and sometimes pretending to love it, as wet fabric slicks against her, drying down to damp, and warm, and guilty-but-not-sorry that she's done it. What is 'real' and what's 'pretend'? Both these inner worlds have a 'draw' to them, something deeply compelling and slick and wet. Each swing of the fantasy is greeted by another little leak, whether imagining shame and humiliation, or wicked joy and devilment in a forbidden act; and as she walks she is becoming wetter, and wetter, and wetter. Almost, almost, visibly so. Another spurt, at the ticket barrier, now she's in plain view? Hot, and she feels it hiss in the fabric, slipping a finger of "Wet!" between her skin and lycra, drawing a glistening black line down her thigh. That was rather more than she intended! She pulls-up, tightening, hearing the tapping of a rush of droplets landing on the tiling, as the ticket barrier beeps and swings open. Another spurt, as she walks out - can she really do this as she walks? - she did, along the platform, but now it turns out that it's awfully difficult to stop, and she crosses the taxi rank with the familiar finger of piss on her skin, longer, more insistent, tickling at the back of her knee before she is able to stop. And oh God, it shouldn't feel so nice, and she really, really shouldn't be doing this. Next? A walk across the station plaza, across the square towards her apartment block. The sky has cleared but the pavement is slick with rain, and it occurs to her that there’s no such thing as a noticeable puddle tonight. Another spurt: this time, unashamed and unhesitating, relishing the heat and wickedness: and then, walking, feeling it cool down, feeling her clitoris retreat and hide again: and she comes to a decision: "I don’t want it to" . Well. Stand up, turn around and take out her phone as if picking up a text, see that the coast is clear… And just relax, relax, relax. Nothing’s happening yet, and nothing needs to: there’s no hurry. And, before she's even aware that she's pissing, there is an intense heat in her crotch, almost scalding, and she becomes "I've Wet Myself", the woman pissing in her knickers. Now she feels the aching sense of her bladder, now she feels the sting and rush of running urine, now she recognises the hiss and froth of it, the sense of swirling, back against her pee-hole and up around her clitoris, rinsing it with a sharp sensation of hot water cutting through the slippery film of a secret pleasure. The swirl combs through her labia, stripping them of lubrication and leaving them, like her clitoris, painfully naked and sensitive. Her folds begin to sting and now the hotness is painful. But she would die to feel pain like this all day. Onwards it rushes – she knows the wet spot in her pants is visibly blossoming out, and now she feels the surge in the fabric inside her thighs, real streams, hot flows forcing their way down and stinging her skin. The wetness expands backwards and around her: a warm, spreading feeling that reaches around her bottom and sends feelers down the back of her legs. Suddenly the heat becomes a heavy weight and she feels her knickers peeling away from her groin, the leggings dropping away from the creases of her buttocks: a hot pool has forced its way in, and the sensation of being soaked rushes down her legs, all the way around down her thighs to her knees, where trickles split and chase their way down her calves. She is pissing a strong and steady stream, and she can feel her bladder at work, contracting, forcing it, immersing her in the trembling rush of pissing. Everywhere below her is hot, and wet, and surges of it have come upwards, soaking her pubic hair right up to the waistband of her knickers. Insidious little streams have worked their way up the elastics, emerging as two oval spots under the peaks of her hips, visible at the waistband of the skirt, then as little streams upon the front of her leggings. Mostly there is very little to see – everywhere, the fabric glistens, but nowhere does the wetting reveal itself in the cascades and flying trickles that betray a woman pissing in her knickers onto her bare legs… But she knows, very well, that she is wetting herself! Soaked, saturated, hot – no longer stinging, rinsed clean – and wet, wet, wet. She straightens up and make an effort not to stand in that telltale “I’ve wet myself!" half-crouch, and finds that it is, for a moment, unbearable as saturated cloth squeezes out new trickles, and the pool of pee in her groin and around her bottom shifts and surges, and drains down in a lukewarm renewal of the soaking on her thighs. Breathe out. She takes a step, and then another, constantly tantalised by wet cloth… And realises that she's still peeing, less than she was, but still a trickle that would be a massively embarrassing and visible wetting if she was wearing anything other than these lycra leggings. Wee is running over her shoes, clearly visible if you look, but disappearing into the wet grass in darkness. What next? Spurt, draw up. Spurt, draw in. Squeeze, let go: pull, pull, pull. A final relaxation with a little spurt; draw up and then it’s over. She presses her legs together a couple of times, to displace the puddles in the cloth. Takes a deep breath and walks, accepting that her lips and her clit are blaring alike a dimestore transistor radio at full volume. The wetness on her legs has already faded to dampness; and, although her bottom and her crotch feel very, very wet, she knows that dampness doesn’t show on matt black leggings after dark. And that feels good. And she got away with it. She could do this every damned day, and she wonders, idly, whether there was ever any reason not to. Right now, it’s so tempting, the thought of walking round the block until the urge to wet herself returns. But the tingling in her groin has a warning edge, that it’s going to sting and this could be a nasty redness if she don’t go home and shower thoroughly, right now. So next time, drink less coffee and a lot more water. And maybe, from the way her feet are squitching as she walks, invest in open-toed sandals. As she steps onto the doormats at the foyer of her block, and waits a moment for her key to scan, she realises that there is a little bit of wee, still left in her, a little dribble that she really, really shouldn't... Tempting, tempting, and why not? ... ... ... …and next time, you’ll know I mean it when I say it’s rather long. The writing, I mean.
  25. Another follow-on from a helpful suggestion that some of the loooong answers I've been giving on the 'Ultimate Omo Fantasy' thread might do better here in the Fiction section... This is (I think) the first one I posted, and it's a very, very simple thing for a woman to do. Be warned, it's pretty graphic in describing the terrible effect that it had on a man nearby, the unfortunate narrator. All it needs is a willing woman... She just smiles, mutters a quick "Excuse me" into my ear, as if she plans to dart into the restaurant across the road and use the loo. Of course she will, nothing out of the ordinary, and she'll be back in a moment. She moves half a step away, as if she's about to check her sunglasses, perfectly at ease, standing with her legs apart. Her eyes are just a little out of focus, and she pauses in her breathing. I can't believe that I am watching this. Piss patters down onto the paving slabs, tapping on the stone for a moment. Then... Nothing. I can see a little trickle, down inside her thigh and winding around her calf: a quick flash on her ankle and a glimpse, a bubbling little flicker in her sandal. She looks me straight in the eye - a game: look down and lose! - with a polite little pucker of her lips, and a look in her eyes of filthy, filthy mischief... But no hint, unless you can see the wet flash of sunlight on her skin and the raindrops on the pavement, that anything is happening under her skirt. ...I can hear it. The whisper and hiss of pissing, deepening to an espresso-cup roar as a hot little pool fills out the cup of her pants and rises to immerse her; and the hiss becomes a muffled rush of pissing underwater. Not just damp, not just wet: soaked, flooding, and overflowing. And there it is: a wavering stream of piss, falling from under her skirt and clattering on the ground: a moment, a gasp, and it's hosing straight down into a puddle, spattering her ankles with a fine spray of droplets. She throws back her head, runs her fingers through her hair, slips her headband back on and looks over her sunglasses: "You lose!" And indeed I do, looking down to see a sudden patch on the front of her miniskirt, where it touches the waistband of her underwear: damp, darkening, wet, spreading-out and running to the hem, a long finger pointing to a steady run of droplets falling in the air. The falling stream falters and wavers, disappears beneath her skirt again, becoming two bright trickles on her legs: and that accusing finger on her skirt broadens out into an unmistakable "I've wet myself" patch on her front. A sudden pattering behind her marks out a matching handprint of "Wet myself" at the back: I watch the hem drip-dripping as she walks away, legs still wet, trickles still running, as the fabric slithers and clings between her thighs, picking up more wetness from her skin. One dark thumbprint, then two, joining-up to draw the outline of her panties in a sharp wet vee at her backside, soaking down to the handprint at the hem. What must it be like, as the pool drains down, combing through her little ruff of hair and slicking it down with foam, to tickle and prinkle and spring back? Surely she gasps and shivers a little? Not a hint of it, as she walks the bold and confident strides of a fashionable woman on a perfect day. I cannot follow her: I cannot move, losing our 'game' in spurt after spurt, as a dark spot at my pocket glistens and flows downwards... Breathe. This stops, right? I can move? I can't. She shimmies as she walks, relishing the slick silkiness of wetted skin on skin, droplets and trickles and trails, flashing, flickering and fading. She pauses, still facing away from me, legs slightly crossed in a 'swimsuit' pose: and new a trickle runs down the back of her leg, bubbling at the heel of of her sandal, joining one wet footprint to another, and another, and another. What, more? Could she be standing like that to squeeze out her underwear? It must be sopping wet! I compose myself, and start to catch up: just as I get to her, she sets her feet apart again, breathes out slowly, and a long, thin, stream of piss falls down again, pitter-pattering between her sandals again, faltering and wavering. Not the cascade of a minute ago: but unmistakably, a woman letting herself piss until she has the satisfaction of relieving herself completely. In her pants, to patter on the pavement, without embarrassment or hesitation. I am frozen to the spot, losing again, and it seems like every shot of it is bigger than the last: I can feel it dribbling on my skin and I can't bring myself to care... Her skirt is drying already, faintly stained but you just wouldn't know, until you saw her sprinkling, oh-so-very-delicately, onto the ground and onto her sandals, and onto those prettily-lacquered toenails. A spurt, a sudden rush of droplets, a wet line on the pavement and a little flicker of a trickle on her ankle. And off we go. Her, striding out, drying out, loving the feel of sunlight on her skin, knowing that the trail of wet footprints is fading to nothing as the last of the trickles run out of her sandal: walking away from the scene. And me, wondering if anyone will see how awkwardly I'm walking - still painfully erect, for I know that she's walking in wet knickers - and trying not to draw attention to a wet patch in my trousers which will still be visible for quite a while. It doesn't go away: she spends the afternoon releasing sudden spurts, every few minutes, drawing a line on the ground below her with a sharp little patter; or pausing in her walk to let a discreet little trickle flash and glisten down her leg, and disappear. Sometimes she teases me with a glance, sometimes I am left to wonder whether I should lose another game of sweety-sweet smiles and puckering invitations to a kiss, while her eyes meet mine in a wordless mischief of slick and liquid sin. And if you miss the moment when she did it? We're out for a walk on a sunny afternoon, just another casually-fashionable couple taking the air. . . .
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