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So I’ve been a naughty girl again. First of all thanks to everyone who submitted advice on filming an upskirt wetting. I had some trouble with it and as you can see from some of the establishing shots, I tried it in the college showers (using a bike light for lighting) but it didn’t work out, so in the end I did it in my room with a very strange set up involving my dresser half open, my desk light on the ground and lots of practice. So before I go into the technical details let me set the scene. I’ve been wanting to do an upskirt wetting for a while. I always love watching the pee cascading down the thighs and legs and find it so hot and erotic. There is something much more intimate about looking up someone’s skirt rather than just seeing them wet their jeans or something. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a good jeans wetting like the rest of them but like a few people said they love seeing the gusset of the panties darken and glisten before the pee cascades down, drawing erotic lines along the inner thighs. Believe me it’s fun to do and so it must be fun to watch too. So from my previous post on this (http://omorashi.org/topic/9064-tips-on-filming-up-skirt-wettings/) I have been thinking about doing this for a while now. And yes I am naughty and think naughty thoughts rather more than I should lately (could it be hormones?). Anyhow, I drank a whole pot of tea (dark super caffeinated tea as I’ve been trying to finish two reports) for breakfast (at 10 I’m a grad student and get up late, one of the few perks) and had some juice at around 11. I’m not very good a big holds so I started setting up almost immediately after 11. I first got dressed (yes I lounge around my flat in my PJs a lot of the time, again one of the few perks of being a grad student, plus they are super silky and are great to hang out in). I put on my favourite summer dress, it’s a black and white sleeveless summer with black trim and a wild black and white pattern on it. And it has a cute little bow around the waist. It’s been cold here and I basically have to go outside to get to the shower so I also put on some black tights. Underneath I had a random pair of baby blue panties, I really should have re-thought my panty choice and worn my frilly black lace rumba panties but I didn’t think of this until it was definitely too late. I also put on my only black bra and a cardigan as these work with the dress. I took a few pictures in my room with a flash just to see how I looked and decided the dress would look even cuter with a petticoat. I’m a big fan of full dresses and love a frilly petticoat. And so I pulled on a mid-length black lacy one (one of the few I have, sigh), and took a few more pictures. And it did look cute, thought the petticoat does add more shadow and lighting problems. So I got together my ‘shower kit’ and camera and brought along my strongest bike light, some blue tack and my vibrator (no messing around this time, plus it’s a little slim rechargeable one and heck you could take this anywhere, and probably should). So I went down to the usual bath/shower room and took a few establishing shots, isn’t the dress cute? I always feel like Sookie Stackhouse from True Blood in a summer dress, especially the full ones. I think looking up the dress looks like something a French maid would wear, hence the title of this shoot, you could call me the naughty little maid. Or, maybe minute-maid…(The pun will make more sense below). So at this point I was getting pretty desperate. For some reason with tea it’s not one of those really deep and strong desperations for me, rather it’s more like a very acute needing to go, especially around the sphincter. Sharp sort of pushing rather than a throbbing bladder kind of desperation. So I mucked about with the Bluetac, light and camera for a while trying to get a good shot. The light was not strong enough and I could not get the angle right with the tub and counter and things. Then the batteries on my camera died and I basically gave it up and went back upstairs. To anyone who was watching yes, I could have a shower and emerge in the same clothes, with identical makeup, dry hair and all, I’m just that good. So I decided to opt for the floor of my room and use another Goodnite sleepmat. Not the best choice as they are expensive and I only have a few of them left. But well anything for you guys. So I spent the next 30 minutes digging up new batteries, and trying to get the light (I ended up using my office light) and the camera angle right. The biggest problem is that you can’t check the back of the camera to see if the you got the shot without moving it, and well this of course makes it harder to put it down for the next shot. I ended up using tape and pens as an outline and a pile of socks and part of my drawer to prop the camera up. Yes you can see the edge of the lamp in the shots as well. This shone right up my skirt. My vagina felt like a movie star! Now by this time I was really desperate. As I’ve said elsewhere, I really don’t like making movies when I’m super desperate because I can’t concentrate on getting everything right. I played around with the camera and light for, as I said 30 minutes, and couldn’t quite get it right, I wanted to be able to show my gusset and hold my legs open so that the pee would run down both my legs. I even experimented with ziplock bags but the image was terrible (and my camera sucks to begin with). So I was really having trouble concentrating and probably should have set up the angles better but I really couldn’t hold it any longer. Basically I got the shot lined up like this: And then was like that’s good enough. I was practically leaking at this point, a 9 on the old scale. Now I couldn't bounce around too much for the video (as some of you know I do dance about when I gotta go), and I also didn't want to hold myself as this would get my dress and petticoat wet, and there’s a different between washing your panties and tights in the sink and dry cleaning your petticoat and summer dress. So I basically got the shot set up and then stayed in my spot (I had the places for my feet marked on the ground using a hair elastic) I was able to cross my legs a few times but at this point I was on the verge of wetting myself. I actually kind of forgot that I wanted to have my legs apart so you could all see my crotch get wet and stuff, and ended up pressing my thighs together really hard. No I’m not one to leak when I’ve really got to go. I might have one or two leaks and then the floodgates open and I drench myself. But today was different. With my legs glued together I was able to hold it, somewhat and what resulted was basically a constant stream of little leaks. Wetting 3.42.wmv I probably could have stopped these about halfway through but there was no way I could initially and also once I got started, well, I wanted to finish for all of you. So the first minute of the video is me really trying to hold on. The panties I was wearing were pretty thick cotton (as you can see from the after pictures) and the gusset absorbed the first few leaks pretty well. And with the sort of compression of the tights, the wet panties were really warm against my labia. Anyhow, so at 0:59, I let out the first leak. I had no idea what was going on down there, except the pee wasn’t really running down my legs, it was sort of running along my panty line and dripping off my bum. So throughout most of the film you can hear this drip, drip, drip, of the single spurts slowly making their way through my panties, tights, and then onto the floor. I tried shifting a few times to get it to run down my legs but I dared not move too much for fear of messing up the shot, which you can see is pretty well framed if I do say so. What you see here in this film is probably the longest wetting I’ve ever done. Usually I release and floosh, I’m drenched and it’s over. But since I was only letting out small spurts at a time (sometimes bigger ones like 1:30), I basically had pee running down my legs and off my bum for more than two minutes, which was very hot indeed. So a bit of play by play. After my big leak at 1:30, I managed to control things better and started letting out smaller leaks. As you can see it was all running down my right leg and so I shifted about trying to get it a little more even. Also with all the shifting you can see at times a hint of my panties through my tights which I think is super hot. By 2:40 I was letting out a constant small stream, trying to control it so it would not flood the mat I was standing on, or splash my camera. And by this time the pee was also running down the back of both of my legs. I will admit that I was throbbing in other ways and really turned on at this point. The pee kept dribbling out and running down my legs and onto my calves. It’s strange the tights are sort of more athletic tights than panty hose, and they do strange things with pee. I stopped filming once I stopped peeing, but I probably could have stood there for another minute or two and let the pee keep running down my legs as it was still dripping when I stopped but I really didn’t want to. I was very aroused by this point and needed a different kind of release. So I quickly shut off the camera and light (I was worried about it setting socks on fire) and took a shot of my puddle for you. As you can see kind of missed the centre and almost made another puddle on my carpet. But those little Goodnite mats are pretty good. Anyhow, I quickly took off my tights and panties and got a shot for you all and then was out of my dress and petticoat. I also took a few pictures up my wet skirt: After towelling off my legs and feet I jumped onto my bed and lay on my front to play with my vibrator wearing only my black bra. I put the towel over top of my pillow and put my pillow between my legs, like I used to do when I was younger. And humped my pillow while pressing my vibrator into my clit. It didn’t take me long. Right before I climaxed I looked over at my puddle and wet clothes and that put me over the edge. Then it was off to do laundry. I hope you all enjoy, don’t forget karma and positive feedback J Hugs Rachel p.s. For those who are interested, yes those are my wet little footprints in the middle of my naughty puddle.

I'm making an interactive story based on my two favorite Sonic characters- the adorable rabbits Vanilla and her daughter Cream. The first choice you guys will make is which one we should use for the main character in the story. Both will show up and have omorashi scenes, but one will be in the story more than the other. Let's start!~ Should I go with.. 1- Vanilla The Rabbit (she's the older one) 2- Cream The Rabbit (loli bunny)

At first, college was hard. I showed up in another state, without friends, and didn’t have a lot of confidence in my ability to make any new ones. On top of that, my roommate and I got off to a bad start. I knew I had to put myself out there in order to find my people. I did a lot of wandering up to other groups of freshmen who already seemed to be fast friends, and attempted to work my way into their conversations. It felt so awkward. But we all just got here, I reminded myself. This is how it works. It was during one such encounter that I first met Jessica. Three people I recognized from my history class were sitting at a picnic table outside. I smelled pot. I was interested. I walked up, sat down, began to listen noncommittally to the conversation. A girl with long brown hair was talking animatedly while the others listened — something about the awkwardness of adjusting to college. A joint was making its way around. Someone passed it to me. I took a hit. Great! New friends. I can handle this college thing after all, I thought. “My roommate is so fucking weird,” one guy said in a somewhat hushed tone, looking around, presumably to see if his roommate was within hearing range. “He doesn’t have any sheets on his bed. He just sleeps face down on the bare mattress.” “Oh, poor guy,” the brown-haired girl said. “He’s probably just not used to taking care of himself, making his own bed.” “You should know how to do that by the time you get to college!” the guy replied. “Also, last night, he just sat alone in our bedroom and drank like, I don’t know, half a handle of vodka. I came home and he was lying on the carpet, blasting metal, the half-empty bottle of vodka in his hand.” We chuckled. I have to admit, I was a bit fixated on this brown-haired girl. The pot wasn’t helping. The sun was shining through her hair, her eyes seemed to be glowing. I watched her laugh at the guy’s story. She was cute. “That’s nothing,” the other guy replied. “My roommate does not stop looking at me. Anytime I look at him, he’s already looking at me. It’s so, so, so creepy. I think he might kill me.” The pot was having its effect on all of us. Everyone was laughing at this point, the brown-haired girl hardest of all. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she gasped. I decided to share. “I came back from the shower yesterday to find my roommate with his pants around his knees, masturbating into a trash can.” True story, unfortunately. “Holy shit,” the roommate of the drunk metalhead said. “That’s weird.” “Not good,” the roommate of the potential serial killer said. “Oh my god, oh my god,” the brown-haired girl cried as tears of laughter streamed down her face. “I think you win, man. You have the worst roommate,” the drunk metalhead’s roommate said. “Oh my god,” the brown-hair girl continued to gasp, doubled over in laughter. “I've gotta pee. I’m going pee. I’m going to pee.” That got my attention. Like any 18-year-old (my roommate certainly included, I guess) I had an overactive sex drive and, unlike many 18-year-olds, a particular interest in pee. “I’m peeing,” cried the brown-haired girl. She gripped her crotch over her skirt. People sometimes say that when they are laughing, I told myself. Who knows if she means it. If she was in fact peeing, I guess she staunched the flow because, when she removed her hands and crossed her legs tightly, I couldn’t see any spot. The conversation continued like that — shooting the shit beneath a tree on the quad on a warm September day. At some point, the drunk metalhead’s roommate — I learned his name was Kyle — broke out some beers he had somehow obtained. They cut through the pot high and we all calmed down. The sun went down. It started to get chilly. “It’s been fun guys but I’m gonna grab a jacket and get some dinner,” Kyle said. “Yeah, I’ll head in too,” I said, standing. “Ok, ok, we can head in,” the brown-haired girl, whose name I still hadn’t caught, said. She stood. “Oof. I’ve had to pee like a motherfucker the whole time we’ve been here and that beer really didn’t help.” She put her hand on her belly over the waistband of her skirt. “But thank you for sharing your beer, Kyle. I loved it, even if now I’m about to pee myself.” “No problem, Jessica,” he replied. “I’ll see you guys in class.” Jessica. Her name was Jessica. Kyle and the other guy were apparently in the same dorm, and headed off in its direction. The brown-haired girl, to my delight, was in mine. We walked back as the night grew colder. My hands were shoved into my pockets; she was hugging herself and walking stiffly. “Where are you from?” I asked, to make conversation. “Oregon,” she replied. “You?” “New York.” “New York City?” “No, just near it. I go into the city sometimes though.” “I went to New York City earlier this summer,” she said. “Did you like it?” “Yeah. Except, like, no public bathrooms. Which is a real fucking issue after having beers in the park.” She really wanted to talk about pee, I guess? I couldn’t believe my luck. My brain was still moving slow, a product of the pot and beer. Perhaps she interpreted my silence as a discomfort with the topic. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” she said. “TMI. I guess I’ve just got pee on the mind.” She rubbed her bladder area again to make the point. “No worries, I get it!” I jumped in, hoping to reassure her. I wanted to keep this conversation going. “I, uh, have been stuck having to pee in New York too.” “What did you do?” she asked, turning to look directly at me. I had her attention. “I guess I just waited. I was on the subway for what felt like hours. I almost pissed myself.” “Yeah man,” she said. “I know how that is.” “It was really bad. I was afraid I was going to pee at any minute. When I finally got where I was going I probably peed for a minute, maybe two.” She didn’t say anything. She just kept looking at me, intensely. “What did you do?” I ventured. “I ended up peeing in an ally. I was also literally about to piss my pants.” She smiled. “I may in fact have already pissed my pants a bit. I didn’t want to walk around all damp!” “Prudent,” I said. “That would have been something to see.” What! Why did I say that!? I needed to get a hold of myself. “Well, I’m basically in the same situation right now,” she said softly. We had been walking this whole time but now she stopped and gripped her crotch again, as if admitting her predicament had intensified the urge. She shifted her weight to one leg, then the other. As she did it, she made eye contact directly with me. We were feet from the entrance to our dorm but still she stood there, holding herself and pee dancing. “Just gotta collect myself,” she gasped. “So I don’t piss my pants.” “Piss your skirt,” I offered. “What?” She raised her eyebrows. “Piss your skirt. You’re not wearing pants, you’re wearing a skirt.” “Oh. Right. Yes. Piss my undies.” “Uh, are you going to be ok?” I asked. “Yes, yes, this always happens to me. Just be a gent and get the door?” she asked. With her still standing in one place, shifting and holding herself, I walked over to the dorm door, unlocked it and opened it. “Come on in,” I said. With one hand still in her crotch she hustled toward me, through the door, across the lobby of the dorm and up the stairs, headed, I assumed, for the second-floor women’s bathroom. I closed the door and followed her into the stairwell. I heard her shoes clacking somewhere above me. Suddenly, I heard a yelp. I rounded a bend in the stairs to find her sitting on one of them. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Her face looked incredibly relaxed; her eyes were closed, her jaw was slack. I looked down. Liquid was running down her right leg from under her skirt, onto her foot. “Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my god, I’m peeing.” She buried her fist in her crotch and bent forward, clenching. The stream trickled to a halt. She had peed for, at most, several seconds. She lifted her hand, revealing a large, damp patch on the front of her grey skirt. She looked down at it, then closed her eyes. Did a slight smile cross her lips? She opened her eyes and looked at me. I looked right back at her. That intense, charged eye contact again. She seemed unfazed. “Well,” she said. “Maybe I’ll learn my lesson. College is about learning lessons, right? I need to learn to pee sooner.” “Yes,” I said. I was a bit overwhelmed. “I was going to do laundry tomorrow anyway,” she murmured. Her calm had worn off quickly, now she also seemed flustered. “Don’t tell anyone,” she said. Then she stepped forward, down a stair, so she was one stair above me, and, awkwardly, from that slightly higher height, wrapped her arms around me. “It was great to meet you,” she said. The hug tightened and she pressed her leg, the leg she had peed down, against mine. I was extremely confused. This hug felt a little more than friendly. What was going on? “Don’t tell anyone,” she said again, this time whispering it into my ear. I felt her abdomen rub against mine. I was intensely aware of the curves of her body — and that damp patch on the grey skirt that was now firm against my torso. Then she stepped back. “I still really, really have to pee,” she said. And with that, she pivoted on her toe, raced up the remaining steps, and out of the stairwell, out of my sight. I heard the jangle of keys, then the door to what I presume was the women’s restroom, and then the click of a lock. I stood motionless in the hallway for a good two minutes, processing. My confusion lingered, but now I was also catastrophically aroused. Slowly I turned, walked back down the stairs to the men's dormitory on the first floor, and returned to my room, where I sat, awkwardly, shell shocked, aroused as fuck, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Jessica as my roommate watched episode after episode of “Friends.” I want to make this a three part series, but everyone always says they want to make everything a series and it rarely happens. So I'm not gonna promise anything. Still, I'll do my best.

View File JAV DLSL-261 Desperate office ladies (OL's) hurry to the bathroom only to find it occupied or otherwise unavailable. Running out of time, they find creative places to relieve the pressure on their bladders. After many attempts and some helpful tips from the user community, I have managed to upload part 1 and 3 of this video. Enjoy part 1, 3, and 4 of SL-261....better late than never. Part 1 features 8 OLs (first 10 screenshots) Part 3 features 9 OLs (screenshot 11-22) - the OL relieving herself in the white laundry basket should be the first screenshot for part 2....just download and enjoy. If anyone is able to acquire Part 2 of this video, I am sure the members would appreciate having the complete set for this video. Submitter femdesp Submitted 03/03/2019 Category Peeing  

View File Recent Wetting Videos from the Web I've stumbled across these recently and wanted to share. Sources are mostly Tumblr and Pornhub (the Japanese page which has different stuff!). Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Female videos Clothing