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My favorite wetting videos are the ones where girls pee themselves and there is a very loud hiss as she does it. The force of the urine leaving her body drives me wild but they're pretty hard to come across from just doing basic searches. What are the best wetting videos (and diapers too) with pee hissing? I'm a straight guy but if there are some videos of guys wetting diapers with a loud hiss I wouldn't really mind

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b3f3ab97f901

This was actually around 2 to 3 years ago, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I wondered what my bladder capacity was at the moment, so I grabbed a cup I had gotten from a local pizza place a long time ago. I let my pussy pee out into the cup, trying not to get a drop spilt. I think i got around 300 to 400 millilitres?

Today was my daily shower..... I hate taking showers. But what makes it more fun? Golden showers~! ;3 When I first started to run the water, I let myself loose. Golden jets of hot, warm urine poured out my pisshole onto the bathtub floor, and it easily washed away. Boy do I feel naughty~!

Heyyy everyone!! It has been a little while since my last story, so here's a new one!! This one is super long because there was so much I was able to do! If you want to skip straight to the action, it's pretty packed from paragraph 3 on! There's an abandoned building near where I live that has been sitting, vacant, for quite some time. I've never paid much heed to it and don't even know what it originally was, but an article in the paper caught my eye in passing this past Tuesday. It has been scheduled for demolition in the near future. I've been dying for another pee adventure lately, so a lifelong dream immediately came to mind: If it's abandoned and scheduled for demolition, nobody will care if someone...perhaps...makes a bit of a mess around the place . At that moment, I knew I had plans for this weekend! Agonizingly, I waiting for today (Saturday) to come. Finally! A little earlier than most Saturdays, my alarm awakened me with a start. I leaped out of bed and started downing water right off the bat. I ate a good breakfast, threw on some ratty clothes and cheap flip-flops, and waited for 11AM: The time I set to start my adventure. I drank enough water throughout the morning that I was making a trip to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so. Finally, 11:00 rolled around and, skipping the bathroom before heading out, I threw a backpack with a change of clothes and 4 water bottles into my car (I meant business today), and sped off. Within 10 minutes, I pulled into a parking space down the street from the abandoned building. It stood there, as it had for years, completely still and silent. The only difference now is that it was surrounded by caution tape. Ducking under the tape, I cautiously approached. The urge to urinate was already beginning to form, but I wanted to ensure there were no other explorers before I started having my fun. Nobody else seemed to be traipsing around outside, so I tried the exterior doors--all locked. No worries, I thought, eying a busted window as the urge to pee loomed in my mind. I slid in through the window, taking care to avoid cutting myself on any jutting glass, and quietly stepped onto the cold tile floor, ensuring not to step on any glass shards. I was in a small office-like room, adequately lit by large windows on all sides. A small doorway led into what was presumably a hallway. A little burst of adrenaline surged through me, sending my heart pounding and teasing my bladder. I carefully explored every room, making sure I didn't have any company. It was totally vacant. I was getting really excited now! I glanced at my watch. 20 minutes had passed since I pulled up, and I was really feeling it, though I wasn't quite to the point of desperation just yet. I retrieved one of the bottles from my bag and took a swig. Anything more would've been painful. I returned to the hallway, which was dim, despite being midday, but I could still see well enough to navigate, which was good because I totally lacked the foresight to bring a flashlight. Where to go first? I'm not accustomed to being able to pee anywhere I want in a building that's not my apartment. I scanned the hall and my eyes rested on an obvious first choice. Let's make a mess of the men's room first, I mischievously thought. I set my backpack down against the wall and pushed open the door, which creaked loudly and slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty hall. The men's room was well-lit, thanks to a frosted window on the far wall. I jittered with excitement as I looked at my options. There were two sinks, two urinals, and a stall. I pondered for a few moments as the desperation built. I was getting to the point of being fidgety. I gazed longingly at the urinals, but decided to exercise some patience and save them for later. First off, why not wet myself? I've always appreciated the irony of a good bathroom wetting, and now I'd be doing it in the men's room! I moved to the middle of the floor, turned to face the mirror behind the sinks, and grinned cheesily at myself. The left half of the mirror was shattered, but some still remained on the right, so I shifted over to where I could see myself clearly, then backed up to the point that I could see my crotch. I danced a little, up and down, grabbed myself for good measure, and then succumbed to the pressure. There was a brief pause, where everything seemed perfectly still. Then, I felt a spray of urine abruptly douse my panties. I cracked a smile as I felt warmth pour into my pants, drenching my lady bits and butt. I looked up at the mirror and saw a wet patch forming between the legs of my jeans, running down my thighs in little streaks. I could hear a little hiss and let out a half-sigh, half-laugh as fluid cascaded down my legs. From the view in the mirror, I admired the flood that was swiftly conquering my pants, right in front of two urinals. Urine began pouring out of each pant leg, leaving my feet and flip-flops gleaming in the light. It was exhilarating! While I was still peeing, I turned around, my flip-flops splashing quietly in the puddle that was forming beneath me. I turned to look at my butt, which was also glistening with flowing moisture. I briefly wished I could stand there making a mess all over the men's room floor forever, but then I remembered I had other places to pee afterward! Finally, the stream came to a trickling end. I was so hydrated, however, that every few seconds, I could shoot off another spurt of pee into my jeans. I giggled and looked around at the mess I made. I was completely soaked from the waist down, my jeans now considerably darker than when I started. There was a giant puddle in the middle of the floor, slowly trickling toward the floor drain. The novelty hadn't worn off yet, so I didn't want to leave the men's room. Finally, however, I surrendered and went back out to the hallway, where I could grab some water. In the hallway, as I finished off the bottle, penis envy hit me like crazy. What I would give to be able to whip out a penis and walk down the hall, showering the walls in pee! I thought, jealously. As I was wandering down that trail of thought, it occurred to me: We ladies would have it so much easier if we could relieve ourselves without removing our pants and without making a mess, just like guys. With virtually unlimited freedom, I figured I could give it a shot! I wandered the building, still soaked in my own pee, while I continued to drink and wait for the urge to build back up. In about 15 minutes, I was nearly dancing around again. I dashed back into the men's room, this time to a urinal! I splashed through the puddle I left before and made my way to the taller one, which wasn't far below my lady bits. I shivered with excitement (and admittedly some cold, since my pee-saturated pants had long since cooled off by then), and goosebumps raised on my arms. Unlike my last urinal encounter, it didn't matter how much of a mess I made--I was already a disaster! I undid my jeans and pondered how I wanted to do this. I was determined to pee through the fly in the name of some deluded concept of gender-urine-equality...or something . I pulled off my jeans long enough to remove my panties and relish in being naked from the waist-down in the men's room. I set my panties down, draping them over the sink, and put my jeans back on. If I can make this work, I'm going commando everywhere for the rest of my life, I grinned to myself as I tried to orient myself over the urinal. There's no way this will work, I thought, laughing at the ridiculous stance I had assumed. I had my legs stretched far apart with my hips thrust as far forward as I could. I was pressing my jeans against myself as hard as reasonably possible, with my vulva peeking out from the undone zipper and button, my labia held open with my free fingers. "Here goes," I muttered, and began to relieve myself. Initially, I was a little shocked! The first stream of urine shot out cleanly and straight into the urinal! I let out a quiet cheer, which proved to be very premature. Within seconds, pee shot off to the side and, really, everywhere. I felt the familiar warmth dripping down my pants and I wrestled with my urethra and the surrounding hardware--or lack thereof. My hands quickly became drenched in the effort, and the legs of my jeans were darkened anew. Pee splattered all over the front of the urinal, off to the side, into my pants, and on occasion, actually into it. This whole endeavor was leaving me more excited than I could've imagined. I thought I was going to orgasm right there, with my vagina hanging over a men's urinal! When the contents of my bladder came to a trickling end, I noticed I was trembling, the room felt like a furnace, and I had faint residue of sweat forming on my goosebump-covered skin. I closed my eyes and stood there for a good while, simply taking in the ethereal pleasure with the front of my jeans gaping wide open. My whole body was tingling with excitement and I had chills. I'm not entirely certain how long I stood there, trembling, drenched in pee, my pants wide open, in front of the urinal, but it felt almost as though I was going to fall asleep. After a brief eternity, I shook myself back to sense. I felt weirdly worn-out, but I wanted more--I needed more. I stayed there for hours chugging my water and peeing wherever my heart desired. It was amazing! After I thoroughly trashed the men's room (and of course, tried the urinal several more times), I peed all over the floor of the office I entered though, and even managed to pee a splotch against a wall with moderate success! Finally, it was nearing 3:00PM and I had consumed the last of my water. For today's final hoorah, I waited until I had to pee pretty badly, then stripped totally naked (in the men's room, of course) except for my flip-flops. I briefly looked into the mirror and appreciated the female anatomy that had conquered the gent's bathroom for the day. Then, I started peeing, watched it gush from the folds of my labia, and ran for the door, pee streaming all the way. Urine streaked down my legs and pattered to the floor as I streaked out of the men's room and down the hall. It was incredibly liberating and absolutely thrilling! I felt like a ridiculous child, but reveled in my nakedness and the trail of pee I was leaving all over the building, giggling with joy all the way. I must've looked 100% ridiculous. A grown woman, entirely nude, running around peeing, while giggling like a little girl. Sadly, it came to a dribbly end, at last. I went back to my backpack, oogling the mess I'd made over the course of the afternoon, grabbed my fresh clothes, and replaced them with my soaked jeans and panties. I wanted to enjoy being naked a little longer, so I refrained from getting dressed until I made it back to the window I climbed into. I popped a squat and peed one last spurt for good measure, before drying myself with my shirt, and then putting on my clean clothes. I climbed back out the window and drove home, tingling with excitement all the way. I turned on the shower and proceeded to masturbate like I never have before! I hope you all got at least half the pleasure out of this that I did!!!

Heyya!! It occurred to me recently that I haven't done a proper wetting in ages...so I changed that today! Hope you all enjoy!! If you're just here for the pee action and don't care about the buildup, jump to paragraph 6! When I got home from work today, I discovered I needed to run to the store for groceries, but really wasn't in the mood for it. I was, however, in the mood for some pee fun so I came up with a compromise: I'd suck it up and go to the store, but with a challenge. I would chug at least two bottles of water before going in and I wasn't allowing myself to use the store restrooms. Suddenly feeling less down about grocery shopping, I changed out of my work clothes and into some tight jeans, a cute white top, and my designated "pee shoes". Not yet sure whether I'd end up wetting or make it back from the store without a drop in my panties, I moved the towel from my car trunk (is it bad that I keep one there for these occasions? ) to my passenger seat as a precaution. Then I grabbed a couple water bottles and set off, intentionally neglecting to visit the toilet beforehand. At about 6:15, I pulled into the store parking lot, cracked open a bottle, and downed it quickly. I was pretty thirsty, so the first went down pretty easily, but I struggled with the second, barely managing to choke down half of it. Nearly feeling nauseous from the sudden bombardment of fluids, I opted to cut my stomach some slack instead of sticking to my original plan. A bottle and a half would have to do. Excited, I climbed out of my car, water slashing around my innards. For the first 30 or so minutes, it didn't feel like a challenge at all. I intentionally stalled a little simply because I was worried I'd finish shopping before having any fun. Not long after, my fears were laid to rest. It was probably about 6:50 when the first inklings of urge were making themselves known. I pushed them to the back of my mind and carried on with my task, humming softly to myself like nothing was unusual. Another 10 minutes and I was at the point where I'd normally excuse myself to the ladies' room for the sake of comfort, but I wasn't aiming to be comfortable today . Seemingly only another five minutes passed and I was shocked at how mercilessly my kidneys were shoveling fluid at my bladder. Beginning to recognize the mistake I'd made in stalling, I picked up the pace, now hoping I'd be able to get out in time! Minutes ticked by and I began to notice myself fidgeting a little. The excitement was building. I felt little bursts of adrenaline, pumped by the speeding thud thud thud of my heart, and I imagined them coinciding with spurts of urine into my quickly-filling bladder. A sense of naughtiness filled me as I looked around at the other shoppers, blissfully unaware of how intensely sensual every pulsating second was. This pushed me even harder. Desperation was on the horizon and I was going to meet it. I stepped into the fruit isle and, after glancing around to ensure nobody could see, danced a little in place, trying to relieve the pressure. It didn't help. Quickly, I loaded my cart, hardly taking the time to consider if I were actually out of what I was buying. Finally, I was finished. I glanced at my watch. 7:20. By then, I hadn't merely met desperation. It consumed me. I raced to the self-check out as quickly as my fluid-overloaded state permitted without leaking all over the floor. My heart dropped when I arrived and saw a small line. By now, I couldn't even conceal my state. I'm sure I either looked like I was going to have a massive anxiety attack and crumple onto the floor in fetal position, or someone more perceptive might accurately guess that I was about to catastrophically explode the contents of my bladder everywhere. When it seemed nobody was looking I discreetly (probably not nearly as discreetly as I hoped) pushed my hand into my crotch, bouncing up and down all the while. Honestly, I probably looked like one of the characters from The Sims when they're desperate! ...Beep. Beep. Beep. Please check your basket and scan additional items now. I wanted to scream! After an eternity--Really only 30 or so seconds. Trust me. I was watching my watch as though it could make a difference--it was my turn. Every tick...tick...tick... of the second hand was drip...drip...drip... into my bladder. I scanned my items furiously, eying the nearby ladies room jealously, wondering if I should just give it up. No. I turned my gaze back to the items I was practically violently throwing into my cart. Beep. Beep. Beep. Please check your bask-- I hit the button before it could finish and ran my card through before it fully processed. Suddenly, I thought I felt a dampness between my legs. Mortified, my heart seized as I looked down and patted myself down there. Nope. Nothing. My mind was playing tricks on me. COME ON. I muttered exasperatedly under my breath, afraid the next time would be real... ...FINALLY. I didn't even remember to grab my receipt. I gripped my cart, fingers turning white, and hobbled as quickly as I could for the exit. The automatic doors could hardly open quickly enough as I barrelled through, my bladder threatening to give out any second. If I can just get to my car. I'm right. there. behind. that. truck... As I staggered to my car, I didn't even have time to make sure I was out of sight. Crying--even now I'm not sure why, whether agony, relief, embarrassment, pleasure, or some divine amalgamation of the four--I threw myself against the driver side door as a flood of warmth gushed between my legs. This time it was real. As I buried my face in my arms and the thick, brunette swaths of my hair, the searing hiss of urine jetting into my instantly-soaked panties tickled my ears. The tantalizing rush teased my lady bits and swiftly overtook my butt. I trembled, resigning myself to the inexorable torrent below. The confines of my panties were no match for the cascades that soon crawled down quivering thighs, carving intricate rivers toward the ocean of pavement. I let out an involuntary moan and shivered, quite separately from the shaking. My knees seemed to give out and I dropped into a squat, still afraid to open my eyes or lift my gaze from the haven of my arms and hair. I silently prayed nobody could see me--or if they could, that they wouldn't dare approach. Meanwhile, the stream of urine now pooling in the butt of my jeans and leaking onto the pavement below with a gentle patter showed little sign of relenting. Adrenaline coursed through me and the sheer beating of my heart seemed to force the pee out. Wiping the tears that soaked my face as thoroughly as the pee soaked my crotch, I opened my eyes to the blurry world, begging for nobody to be witnessing this. Miraculously, nobody was. I had heard the occasional car drive by, but nobody seemed to notice the woman peeing herself between her car and a large truck in the middle of the parking lot. I gave thanks and fell to a sitting position, my bladder stores finally approaching depletion. Sniffling, I looked around and found myself sitting in the midst of a massive puddle, soaked from my crotch to my socks. Still quivering, I smiled weakly to myself, realizing how badly I missed this. Everything finally came to a spurting end...sort of. I was hydrated enough that it seemed to replenish before I could truly finish. Finally I called it good enough and climbed to my knees, the puddle beneath me tinkling gently as I rose. My jeans clung to me jealously, emphasizing nearly every detail of my legs. Then I looked up and realized I'd fully soaked myself without even loading my groceries up... I sat in silence for a brief moment, cursing myself and pondering how to load my car and replace the cart without arousing suspicion with my completely saturated groin, butt, and...well...everything waist-down. With no better option, I wrapped my towel around my waist, no doubt looking completely mental, loaded my car, prayed I wouldn't run into anyone I know, and returned the cart to a nearby rack. Trying to shield my tear-streaked face, I didn't look around at anyone, but I could feel the strange looks as "this crazy lady was walking through the parking lot with a towel around her waist". I returned to my car, emptied my bladder again, a several-second stream rewarming the now-cold crotch of my panties and teasing my ladies bits even more, and climbed into my car, the towel still strategically wrapped around my lower half. By the time I returned to my apartment, I had to pee again. Not nearly as badly of course, but it was definitely there. Sneakily, I pulled in behind the dumpster, where nobody could peek out of a window at me. Quickly, I removed the towel, jumped out, and wet myself yet again. Then I replaced the towel, drove to my usual parking spot, and made a mad dash to my door so I could change before someone could inquire about my ridiculous circumstances. It was tough to restrain myself from tending to things "down there" before bringing my groceries in, but I managed to refrain long enough to get everything in and start up a hot (in more ways than one ) shower.

Hey all!! Sorry it's been so long! I'm still alive; I'm just super busy and haven't made time to share any stories for a while, but that ends now! If you just want to get straight to the peeing, skip to paragraph 5! A few weeks ago, my friends and I went to a local music festival. The event lasted most of the day, but we arrived much later, around 4:30PM or so. The sun was still fairly high in the sky and it. was. hot. Thankfully, drinks were abundant--a blessing I quickly took advantage of. The first hour and a half were fairly uneventful. My posse and I enjoyed the music, the atmosphere, and each other's company. All the while, I nursed whatever fluids I could find. Around 6ish, the repercussions were making themselves known. Being a crowded event with a fair bit of drinking, I knew I'd need to grab a spot in the porta potty line pretty quickly or I'd be in trouble. Being the fool I am, I put it off for about 20 minutes before handing my purse to a friend for safekeeping and pushing my way through the throng. The line wasn't difficult to find and my heart sank when I saw the multitudes seemingly lined up to the horizon. I silently cursed myself for not having the foresight to wear a skirt so I could sit somewhere and quietly wet myself in the grass with no one the wiser. Alas, my lamentably poor planning relegated my ill-fated bladder and me to the latrine line, eternal. I grabbed a spot in line. My situation was not yet urgent, but my bladder was making itself known. As I slowly progressed forward, I surveyed the many others who suffered the same wait. I estimated 2/3 or so were women and I wondered if most men simply found a secluded bush or tree somewhere. Most of the people in line were chatting or grooving to the music, but a handful seemed to be anxiously awaiting their turn to relieve themselves. One girl in particular seemed to be trying (and failing) to discreetly fidget, bouncing from one foot to the other, occasionally pressing her legs together, and frequently checking her phone. Ages seemed to pass and she was fortunate enough to get a turn before she burst all over herself. My turn was still quite a while off and I began fearing I'd end up like her...only less fortunate. I began fantasizing about the freedom of simply letting loose right there in line. The rush of warmth into my panties soaking my butt, my thighs, and making its way down to my socks and shoes. The shocked faces of bystanders as a grown woman soaked herself in front of them. My face turning red and heating up with embarrassment as my friends gazed in disbelief at the dark patch overcoming my groin as it spread to consume my shorts. The scenario aroused me terribly...and wonderfully...I gripped my hamstrings tightly (though hopefully discreetly), trying unsuccessfully to calm myself down. I wished with all my heart I could simply pee and rub myself through my wet shorts. Silently, I said a prayer of thanks that I'm not a guy who would have to conceal an erection while fighting an ever-filling bladder. This viciously wonderful cycle continued until it was violently shattered by the woman before me turning around to gripe about the wait. Frustrated and slightly flustered, I composed myself and concurred with her complaints. We conversed casually (as well as I could as I fought to stay focused) until we finally reached the front of the line. By then I was fighting the urge to dance around in desperation. I knew I was shuffling around visibly and honestly, I didn't care. If I weren't already at the front of the line, I would've considered making my way back to the parking lot and relieving myself between some parked cars--chancing accidentally flashing any unfortunate passersby. Thankfully, however, the wait would soon be over. One of the porta potty doors swung open as a guy emerged and went to rejoin the festival. The woman in front of me nearly ran to claim the vacant latrine, as if someone would steal it away. When she opened the door, however, she nearly stumbled back as if she had been punched and her fervor quickly disappeared. She turned and made her way back to the line saying, "There's no way in hell I'm using that. I'll piss myself first!" I looked at her questioningly as she reclaimed her place in line, but seeing an opportunity to eliminate the urgent pleas of my bladder, I decided to investigate. As I opened the door, the smell washed over me like a wave. It wasn't really the typical stench of a porta potty. Of course, there was some of that, but it was mainly masked by the oppressive odor of concentrated urine. Examination quickly revealed the source. It looked as though some guy (or several) had "whipped it out" and let loose while spinning in circles and bouncing up and down! The warped and dented floor harbored small puddles of urine, the toilet seat was flooded, the half-used roll of toilet paper was sopping wet, and the walls were dripping! I shot a glance back to the lady, who gave me the classic "told-ya-so" look. I shrugged, mouthing the words, "I've gotta go" as the music in the background pulsed through the air. My bladder seemed to quiver with every beat of the drum as I entered the porta potty and the door slammed behind me. The lock seemed to be the only thing not dripping with pee. I slid it and shuffled from foot to foot as I began assessing my options. "There's no way in hell I'm using that", I mumbled the words of the lady as I looked at the toilet seat. I longingly considered the urinal, but figured I wouldn't be able to get close enough without planting a leg into some stranger's urine either on the wall or the raised platform of the toilet seat. Not one to give up easily, I disregarded the option to go wait for another latrine to open up. It's not like I practice peeing standing for nothing. I thought to myself. But how? I'm not risking taking off my shorts in here. If I brush them against the floor, I'll be wearing someone else's pee for the rest of the night! With that, I stood in front of the toilet seat and tested to see how far I could spread my legs. Not too bad if I can pee around my shorts. I considered dropping my shorts to my knees and giving it a shot, but I feared I'd dribble straight down. At that point, I would've been better off simply wetting myself. Hmm... I reached for the left leg of my shorts and pulled it aside. Perfect! They were just short and stretchy enough to clear my pubic mound. I readjusted to pull my panties aside, revealing my lady bits. It was almost like a DIY fly! I struggled a bit to adequately spread my labia while holding my shorts and panties clear of the line of fire. It was tough! I repositioned myself so I was standing as close to the toilet hole as possible without coming into contact with the raised area around it. I thrust my hips forward as far as reasonably possible and bent my knees slightly. Finally, I decided I was in a satisfactorily awkward stance (or just really had to pee) and muttered, "Well...here goes. Fire away." under my breath. It was almost instantaneous. A jet of pee shot out and noisily splattered the back of the toilet seat, dispelling a small mist. I adjusted slightly and managed to direct my stream into the toilet! I let out a long sigh as relief washed over me and the liquid below tinkled joyfully. I proudly looked down and cracked a huge smile as I admired the steady stream propelling from between my legs. I can't believe this is actually working! Several long, successful seconds passed, but I felt the fingers spreading my labia slowly slipping. I adjusted slightly, which skewed my aim. Urine splattered the side of the toilet seat and a small trickle began creeping down my left leg. I adjusted enough to stop the flow down my leg, but it was at the expense of the toilet seat. Again, my pee spattered loudly against the plastic as I frantically tried to aim. After I contributed a significant amount of my own bladder contents to the already-present flood of the seat, I managed to regain control. The tinkling of the fluid continued until I began to lose pressure. As the stream died, I began showering the front of the raised platform and adding to the puddles on the floor until the action came to a dribbling rest. The excitement of my (almost) success was overcome by the arousal it summoned. Still not fully cooled down from my fantasies while I was in line, I seized advantage of my current privacy. Pee still dripping from my vulva, I inserted my fingers and massaged myself tenderly, closing my eyes and surrendering myself to feeling. I was searching for satiety of my sensual desires, but every caress heightened each sensation. I suddenly felt as though I were ablaze--every nerve tingling and pulsing with the beat of my heart. Urine mixed with other fluids and my breathing grew shallow and rapid. My legs felt as though they would give way. I wished more than anything for reality to fade away, that I may melt into the pleasure, but the throbbing of the music wouldn't let me escape. Stymied--even resentful--I reopened my eyes to my unpleasant surroundings. I brushed as much of the urine from my vulva as I could, each contact pulsing with threats of stealing me away into a realm of pleasure. I briskly ran my hand down my leg, dispelling the few remnants of my poor aim. I felt tense. A thin sweat covered my skin. I would've done nearly anything to satisfy my carnal desires. Surrendering to the context of the occasion however, I replaced my panties and shorts, the fabric now feeling like sandpaper on my tender skin. I composed myself and braced to re-enter the real world. I finally reunited with my friends and we enjoyed the rest of the evening, though I remained secretly frustrated until I arrived home that night. You can be sure as heck I made up for the wait

just some commissions and free time stuff i did that have pee and what not~

Hey everyone!! ...so this is probably the most embarrassing moment of my entire life up to now. Looking back, I'm not sure whether I should be crazy turned-on or too ashamed to ever show my face in public again . At the moment, I'm feeling the "crazy turned-on" half, so I figured I'd share it before I get cold feet again because, if nothing else, it at least makes for a fun story! Paragraph 4 is where the pee action happens if you're not interested in the build up! It recently snowed a fair amount where I live. I'm personally not much of one for the cold, but I love being active too much to let a perfectly good day off go to waste, so I decided to hit the local trails and get a few miles in. Figuring I needed to stay well-hydrated anyway, I decided to reward my mental fortitude of bearing the cold with a fun wetting. About 30 minutes before I headed out for my run, I started downing enough water to be well-hydrated, but not enough to feel bloated or overloaded. Then, I headed over to my room to pick out what I wanted to soak. My customary wet run gear is a dark skirt so I can discreetly let the pee run down my thighs or fall between my legs without anyone knowing. With it being below freezing, however, there was no way I was going out in that. Instead, I opt for some tights. As I was digging through my drawer, it dawned on me: Nobody around here goes out in the snow. The trails will be totally deserted. I can wet whatever I want and it'll be no big deal! I tossed aside my dark tights and dug up a pair of light gray ones that I've never run in because they show sweat too easily. I've always wanted to do a super-visible "public" wetting, but have never found an opportunity to do so without a virtual guarantee of being caught. I grinned mischievously as I put them on and admired how they hugged my butt and thighs. Then I threw on a sports bra, a purple sweatshirt, and a cute purple headband to keep my ears warm. I took a glance at my watch, drank a little more water, and headed out! The frosty air hugged my skin even tighter than my pants. I shivered as I dashed to my car, careful not to slip on any ice that may be lying in wait. Proud of myself for not face-planting in the parking lot, I fumbled my keys into the ignition and drove off. The roads were a little slick, but not terrible--just enough to ensure practically nobody was out, just as I hoped. Within 20 minutes, I was pulling up to the trails. I couldn't quite get my car up the hill to the parking lot, so I parked next to the road and made the rest of the trek on foot. My bladder was just beginning to become vocal. Again, the chill of the air nipped at my body maliciously, but I shrugged it off, knowing that I would soon have my body heat to keep me comfortable...along with a little something warm between my legs . I look around for signs of anyone else. There were no cars and no tracks. As far as I could see, it was totally deserted. I felt a surge of excitement, which kickstarted me into a run. I ran out for about a mile and a half and turned back because, by then, I needed to pee--badly. I wanted to wet in the snow, but I didn't want to be out long enough for the urine to become unbearably cold. The trails were slippery and, in some areas, fairly tough to locate even though I know them well. This made my progress slow. By the time I made it back to the edge of the woods, I was nearly bursting. For the last 100 meters, I had my hand vehemently shoved into my crotch, as if I could plug the inevitable torrent of fluid. I was dancing up and down, side-to-side more than I was making progress forward when I cleared the woods. Every step and every bounce sent spasms through my body. I half expected to start gushing pee from my ears! My body was begging for relief, but I made it wait just long enough to step off of the trail head into some undisturbed snow. At that moment, I relaxed my muscles and, within seconds, the full might of the Amazon river was bursting into my panties! I moaned loudly and euphorically as my panties instantly became saturated, giving way for warm pee to gush into my gray tights. Rapidly, the groin of my pants turned a dark, crystalline gray. The patch magnified effortlessly and branches of urine shot every which way, soaking my legs in warm ecstasy. I spread my legs a little, allowing that which didn't cascade across my thighs to dribble directly beneath me, creating a little hole of discolored snow. I could feel hot fluid creeping up my butt, down my legs, and into my shoes, thawing out my frozen feet. I looked down and saw the mess expanding beautifully and incredibly visibly. I shivered with chills, my body struggling to reconcile the sensation of my nether regions with the frigid barrage of the wind on my face. The feeling was nearly orgasmic. I wanted to reach into my panties as the urine gushed out and finger myself, covering my hand in dripping goodness, when suddenly, "Oh my gosh, ma'am! Are you alright?!" the voice of a middle-aged man cried out from nowhere. I was so startled, I would've wet myself if I weren't already doing exactly that! I felt my heart plummet from my chest, totally bypass my stomach, and likely burst out of my urethra with all the urine. My hair stood on end and I felt a surge of adrenaline. I tried to cover myself--to hide--anything--but there was no hiding this. I was completely soaked below my waist and, thanks to my brilliant idea to wear light gray tights, very visibly so. Even if I could miraculously cover all of that, there was a rapidly growing spot of slightly yellow snow beneath me. I jerked around quickly and saw him, trudging up from the trail quickly, a look of concern on his face. I have no idea where he came from. I had seen no tracks and hadn't heard a single soul for my entire run. Overwhelmed with shame, I burst into tears, my eyes now irrigating my face almost as much as my urethra was irrigating my pants. The tears quickly turned bitter and cold. "Are you okay?! Should I call an ambulance?!" He approached me in sympathetic disbelief, fully taking in the sight of a 24-year-old girl, peeing herself and sobbing uncontrollably. I was full-force in mid-stream. There was nothing I could do but continue spurting pee into my tights and let it cascade down my legs. My face was burning red beneath the icy tears. I had no idea what to say. I choked and fumbled over every word that tried to spill out of my mouth as I wet myself in front of this complete stranger--a man no less. My panties stuck to my lady bits, but no longer to my pleasure. I finally, in very fragmented speech, managed to spit out something along the lines of, "I'm--fi--fine. I'm sor--ry," and, overwhelmed with embarrassment, found the strength to dash away. I heard him yelling something after me, but I couldn't make it out over the sound of my sobbing. I managed to mostly clamp off the flow of urine as I made my escape, letting only a couple of spurts out before I got to my car. I quickly finished emptying myself into my pants by the road before I dug my towel out of the trunk and drove away. Miraculously, in my trembling and tear-blurred state, I made it home safely, though I can't recall any of the trip until I pulled into my apartment parking lot and made a dash to my door. I burst inside and ran to the shower, where I cleaned up, terrified, crying, and shaking. I swore to myself I would never do any omorashi again...but obviously that wasn't meant to last. After a day or two, when the shock and fear finally wore off (and I felt confident I could show my face in public without encountering him again), the omo desires began to return. With them, the shame of this experience turned into a confused hybrid of exhilaration and embarrassment. As time goes on, I still get a surge of adrenaline every time I remember this...and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make "petting the kitty" infinitely more satisfying. Despite the shame, finally getting caught was amazingly exciting!

Got another wetting tale for you all!! This was yesterday's adventure. If you want to skip over the buildup/background and get straight to the wetting, I suggest jumping to paragraph 4! It was one of those days. You all know them. The clouds heavily loomed overhead, weighing down the sky, the grayness weighing down everyone's mood. To make matters worse, the October chill was hanging in the air. It was a mediocre day at work, everyone's demeanor as drab as the day. When I pulled into my apartment at the end of the day, I wanted some excitement to get my spirits up and my heart pounding. My last pee-related excursion outside of the four walls that confine my apartment was my trek into the men's room just over a week ago. I was long overdue. At roughly 5:30PM, it was still too early to attempt another dash into the men's room (I'm not bold enough just yet to try it in daylight), and I didn't feel like waiting until nightfall to get my fun in. I dragged myself out of my work clothes and looked through my closet for something a bit more appropriate for some incognito public wetting...something I hadn't yet checked off of my list. Sure, I've peed while running, wet my bikini at the beach, done the classic duck behind a bush to relieve myself, and even almost gotten caught by a group of guys while watering a parking garage floor (a story for another time, perhaps? ), but I'd never done any real, totally intentional, good ol' classic panty-wetting while walking around town. What better time to give it a shot than when everything's already wet? I could have as much fun as I wanted and nobody would have a clue! I slipped into a nice, warm, gray sweater and pulled a totally weather-inappropriate black skirt over a pair of cheap pink panties, and I was all set! Though I, very intentionally, hadn't urinated for the last few hours at work, I downed a few glasses of water for good measure and grabbed a bottle for the road. I glanced out the window--only a very light drizzle. Perfect. I left my umbrella where it lay in my closet and stepped out into the chilly air. The cool air nipped at my legs, giving me goosebumps, but I smiled to myself, knowing that I would soon have the means to warm them back up. I decided to make my way to some nearby shops to peruse any new holiday decorations they had on display. It was surprisingly crowded in town for such a dismal day, a prospect that made me tingle with excitement and nervousness. On occasion, I would stop at a store window and look in. I could feel myself shaking. No matter how many times I pee myself or experiment in some way with my urine, every new endeavor is practically like my first time, sending jolts of adrenaline through me and turning my stomach inside out. The thrill was building, but the urge to relieve myself was developing more slowly than I anticipated. Figuring I must be less hydrated than I initially thought, I nursed on my bottle. Some time went by. It was pushing 6:20 by the time my bladder alerted me to my need to seek out the facilities, a need that was joyously denied. The drizzle was long finished by now, my brunette hair made sleek by a only faint layer of moisture. I smiled at people as I passed them on the sidewalk, wondering what they would do if they knew the woman sweetly greeting them was about to pee all over herself in the middle of a relatively busy street. 6:30; the urge was growing rapidly now, as was the gnawing of hunger in my stomach. It just so happened that, as an idea flourished in my mind, these two primal urges coincided wonderfully. I found a truck vendor selling burritos and decided to kill two birds with one stone. Why not wet myself while ordering my meal? A smirk snuck across my face as soon as the thought flashed through my mind--talking to some totally oblivious cashier with a trickle down my leg, soaking my legs and filling my shoes with warm splendor. A surge of energy shot through me, electrifying my nerves, kicking my heart into overdrive. I made my way over to the truck, my heart pounding in my throat, and took my place in line, taking note of all the people around and questioning if I should follow through. "What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself, "Everything is already thoroughly drenched and besides, my legs could use a little extra warmth." I waited for my turn and, at last, made my way to the window, trying to hide my trembling (and, at this point, reasonably-strong urge to empty the contents of my bladder). As I was talking to the cashier, I began pushing. The muscles refused to cooperate. It was as if I had forgotten how to pee! He said something to me, but I missed it, obviously distracted. "Ma'am?" He questioned. "I'm sorry," my attention snapped back to him, though I maintained some focus on getting the gears moving downstairs. He repeated his question and I answered, my panties still bone-dry, but my bladder urging me to let go. He stepped away for a minute, presumably to get my order ready. I kept at it, trying to release the fluid. As he came back to take my money, the first spurts of warm urine finally burst through, albeit briefly, instantly soaking into my panties. I cracked a smile at this feat, and realizing I probably looked mental just smiling to myself, tried to play it cool like I was smiling at him. With a bit more effort as I reached into my purse to get the money, I managed to release a bit more, most of it still caught in my panties. The warm, wet, fabric stuck enticingly to my vulva. I handed him a couple of bills, my hands visibly shaking. He looked at me, concerned, and asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?" I assured him everything was fine as my spurts, at last, broke into a stream. The flood exited around the crotch of my panties as the warmth spread slightly up my butt. I heard a faint pattering between my legs from some stray pee that had fallen from the center of my crotch. I quickly jolted my legs together, directing all of the pee down my thighs. I nervously looked around to see if anyone had noticed. If they had, they pretended not to--most everyone with their eyes glued to their phones. I could feel my face turning red hot as cascades of pee delivered life-giving warmth back to my chilly legs, finally and soaking into my socks. He handed me my change and bid me a good evening, a courtesy I returned as I turned away, my liquid leg warmers still at work. My shoes now squished with every step, drawing no attention, under the guise that I must've stepped into a puddle. A few seconds later, as I unwrapped my burrito and took my first bites, the warm trickle from my urethra concluded at last. I glanced down nonchalantly, my face still burning ferociously, even warmer than the wet, tingly, lady bits that lay beneath my skirt. My legs were very obviously wet, but on a day like today, I figured nobody would second guess it. This still didn't stop my heart from pounding relentlessly. I walked around a bit as I ate, the warmth of the pee that covered my legs sapping away into the cool evening air. I spilled bits of my burrito in between drinks of water as I traipsed around a bit more. Finally, even my crotch matched the damp chill of the air. Not to fret, however, for by 7:00, my water consumption paid off and I was ready to go again! I turned and made my way toward home, excitement still rushing through me as I replayed the puzzled look on the vendor's face, his oblivious nature as I casually peed all over my own legs right in front of him and even a line of other people!! The thrill of such a taboo action, but everybody in complete ignorance! As I walked past the last few shops on the street, I looked at the people around me, smiling, and began pushing again. Like before, it took effort (I guess after a lifetime of conditioning, it's not particularly easy to pee yourself in front of total strangers), but it came a bit more easily this time. I nodded a cheerful greeting to a couple I passed as that familiar warmth flooded my panties yet again, overflowing and making its way downward. I shook with a chill as the pee spread across my legs yet again, some of it spattering onto the ground, indistinguishable, to the uninformed eye, from my splashing steps. Here came that shot of adrenaline again. I almost wanted to jump for joy, and likely would have if it wouldn't have entailed showering my pee all over everything and drawing unnecessary attention to myself. Inversely correlated with the level of fluid in my bladder, my level of excitement, if you get what I mean, increased as pee jet into my panties. I wanted so badly to rub myself right there as I leaked, but refrained. Again, the last few drops came to a sputtering end, the warm wetness clinging to my legs and, more pleasurably, my nether region . At last, as I arrived at the doorstep of my apartment, my legs, crotch, and butt were quite cold, heightening the sexual sensations as they glistened with moisture. I hurriedly burst through my door, stripped out of my wet clothes, and made my way to a warm shower, reiterating the events of the evening over and over in my head. You can be sure as heck I gave some special attention to my tingling anatomy as a reward for a fantastic close to an otherwise dreary day. Finally, before shutting off the water, I had just enough pee to complete my newly-customary attempt to pee standing during every shower (and admittedly, sometimes when I'm just bored and not showering ). It was a moderate success, though still not quite enough of one to attempt the toilet just yet. Hope you all enjoyed reading about this thrilling experience! Until I finally manage to use a urinal, it's going to be challenging to find an experience that parallels this!

Hiya everybody!! If you're just here for the pee and aren't interested in the build up, skip down to paragraph 5! Enjoy! We've all experienced the frustration. You're stoked to see a really great movie, you go to the theater, get tickets, sit through the entire thing...until the climax. Then your bladder decides to pipe up and let you know it's time for an unscheduled intermission. It's like magic. It happens every time! This time, I resigned myself to a somewhat unorthodox approach that permitted me to see the entire movie and have wayyyy more fun than a routine bathroom rush . A few weeks ago, I bought myself a dollar theater ticket to Wonder Woman (yes, I'm super late to the party, haha), which I'd been crazy excited to see, but hadn't yet made time for. None of my friends were available the afternoon I decided to see it, which I initially thought was unfortunate, but shortly thereafter discovered was the opposite. Disappointed, I drove to the theater alone (I promise I'm not a loser, hahaha). By the time I ordered a medium water and a small popcorn, I had pushed aside the embarrassing notion that I was going to the movies by myself and excitedly made my way to the corresponding theater. The theater was virtually vacant, with only a couple sitting near the front-center and one guy sitting by himself to the front right. I set my things down 3 or 4 rows behind the couple and, while the obligatory 20 minutes of ads played, I made a quick dash to the ladies' room and preemptively relieved myself, so as to avoid any undesired interruptions. As much as I love this fetish, I wasn't about to let it interrupt Wonder Woman! When I returned, nobody else had entered the theater. Perfect, it was likely to be reasonably quiet and uninterrupted. I nursed my water as the last few minutes of ads continued and the movie finally started. As the movie played on, I didn't spare any of my thoughts on my bladder or the water in my hand. I was perfectly comfortable, moderately drinking away and enjoying the show. 2 hours and 20 minutes, however, can be a pretty long wait for someone who likes to stay well-hydrated. Just over halfway through, I felt the inevitable and, in this rare instance, dreaded urge surfacing. I cursed to myself and insisted I could make it all the way through, just this once. I pushed the urge to the back of my mind, determined to enjoy the movie uninterrupted. This was successful for probably another 20-30 minutes, when it finally became a constant nagging voice. "Dang it!" I thought to myself, "I really need to pee! ...but surely, the movie is nearly over. I can wait until then." It wasn't nearly over. In fact, the climax, of course, kept building, which made me even more determined to stick it out. I seriously considered wetting myself in protest, but didn't want to leave a mess in the seat for anyone who sat in it later. I briefly pondered scooting to the edge of my seat and simply urinating on the floor, but I didn't want my puddle to stream down to the couple in front of me, nor did it seem right to pee on the floor where kids run around regularly. Finally, as I was about to begrudgingly resign myself to a bathroom trip at the climax of the movie, I remembered my cup! The solution was obvious! There was almost nobody in the theater who would catch me, I expected the cup to be plenty big enough to hold everything, and I could avoid making that unwanted dash to the facilities! With my scheme decided, I quickly darted my eyes around the theater. Nobody unexpected had come in. Perfect. I grabbed my cup, which was empty by now except for ice, and removed the lid. All the while, every drop of fluid processed by my kidneys felt like gallons of increased pressure in my bladder. I scooted to the edge of my seat and lifted the front of my skirt just enough to be able to situate everything down below. I positioned the cup under my crotch, which was more challenging than I expected in the dark. With it in place, I pushed my panties to the side, revealing my lady bits to the dark theater. I glanced around again to make sure nobody was catching sight of the ridiculousness. With the coast still clear, I decided to commit, figuring that if anybody happened by, it would probably be dark enough and peeing into a cup is unexpected enough that they would have no idea what I was doing. It took a few moments, but sure enough, a spurt of pee spat out, hit the interior side of the cup, and dribbled down below the ice. I readjusted the cup to put my stream into the center, so as to avoid any mess. I nearly let out a sigh of relief, but caught myself. Confident in the placement of the cup, I looked up at the screen as pee torrented below. I grinned proudly to myself as the cup grew heavier and warm with my pee. The ice crackled as the cup filled and it wasn't long before I heard the tinkling of my pee, indicating the level had risen above that of the ice. Worried somebody might hear and look back, I promptly cut off my stream, but it felt so good to let it loose that I resumed within a few seconds, attempting to pee a bit more gently. The success of my attempts was questionable, at best. I sat there awkwardly, glancing back and forth from the movie to the couple, hoping with all my heart they couldn't hear. Every drop into the cup, to me, was akin to the full force of Niagara Falls, and felt as though it drowned out the movie, though I could tell by everyone's oblivious nature that I was severely overreacting. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I could tell I was nearly empty. As the last bit was trickling out, gently plopping into the cup between my legs, the movie hit a relatively quiet scene. Crap. I felt my face turn blood red as I finished up, the sound now extremely clear to me. Miraculously, nobody seemed to notice even then. With a breath of relief, in regard to both the maintenance of my stealth and the advent of ease on my bladder, I looked down at the cup I bore just below my exposed vulva. I smirked at how much I had deposited into it. I reached over and grabbed a napkin that I had been given with my popcorn, wiped myself dry, tossed it into the cup, which I sealed with the lid and returned to the cup holder. I scooted back into my seat, but let myself sit exposed just a moment longer than necessary, basking in the surreal feeling as I took in the movie. Finally, deciding I'd had enough fun, I slipped my panties back into place and pushed my skirt back over my nether region. The movie, at last, drew to a glorious close. I grabbed my pee-filled cup, dashed out of the theater, disposed of the cup at the nearest trash can and smiled to myself that I'd managed to not only get away with peeing in a very taboo situation, but also make it through an entire movie without having to take a bathroom break . I've gotta say, between this experience and the time I peed in my car, I've become incredibly fond of disposable cups!

Heyyy everyone!!! It feels like it's been ages since I've written anything, but to make up for it, I have my crowning pee achievement so far!! I FINALLY ATTEMPTED A URINAL!!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it (though I hope it's a bit less messy for you )!! Now that I've proofread everything, I recognize I may have gotten a little carried away in my excitement and may have written a little too much! If you're just here for the pee and don't want the background/buildup, skip right to paragraphs 8 and 9! So, it was my birthday yesterday (technically, since it's the wee hours of the morning now) and I decided I was going to do something really awesome to celebrate the big 2.4. As it turns out, the surrounding circumstances were perfect. My parents live in another city pretty far away, but they like to have everybody back home for the holidays, which works out really nicely because I, in turn, get to have everybody around when I celebrate growing older. They don't have a super big place, but they invite a bunch of us, so many end up in a nearby hotel. I could've taken my childhood room, of course, but I like to have my own space at the end of the day (and who doesn't want free room service?), so I opted for the hotel and let someone else have my old room. It was a full night of celebration with family, which was nice, but I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to do something...taboo...afterward, so I drank tons of water for the last few hours. Toward the end, I was going to the bathroom so much that my sister teased me, saying I must have a UTI or something. Little did she know what was really going on . To cut to the chase, it was about 1AM when we all went our separate ways to turn in for the night. Everybody else who was staying at the hotel had gone back around 11 to go to bed, so I didn't have to worry about an awkward encounter with a family member. I peed, like a normal good girl, in the toilet before I headed out, then hopped into my car and drove to the hotel, about 15 minutes away. A few nights before, I scouted the place out to see what opportunities may be available. I was in luck. In a wing off of the lobby, there was a small bar/recreation room tucked away. It wasn't particularly crowded even during the day, so at night, it was always totally deserted. Drinks always equate to urination, so there were two nearby bathrooms: A women's room and, more importantly, a men's room. I was already surging with excitement by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and dropped them. When I leaned over the pick them up, I noted that my hands were trembling as a result of both the cold and my adrenaline. I drank sufficiently enough to have a mild urge to pee from just the brief trip over, but I wanted to let it build a bit before committing. First, I went up to my room and dropped off all of my things. The corridors were, thankfully, totally vacant. Everything was going perfectly. Afterward, I snuck around the hotel to ensure the cleaning crew wasn't going to be an issue. The only people I saw were the employees at the front desk in the lobby. These activities managed to burn through another 10 or so minutes, so I definitely had to go now. I dashed to the recreation center with a ridiculous grin on my face. There it was. I froze and stared at the door to the men's room for a brief moment, still smiling stupidly. I'm really glad nobody walked in at that moment because it probably would've been pretty creepy! With a final glance around I charged at the door, half expecting it to be locked because everything else had gone so smoothly. To my delight, it wasn't! It's a weirdly surreal feeling to be in the restroom of the opposite sex. On one hand, you know it's just four walls with some porcelain fixtures and it shouldn't be a big deal. On the other hand, it's amazing to rebel against the social behavior that has been drilled into you your entire life. The door shut quietly behind me and I soaked in what was before me as if I were looking at a beautiful sunset rather than some appliances intended to collect urine. Maybe this description is a bit extreme, but to be fair, it was at least much cleaner than the other men's room I visited before . There were two stalls, two sinks, and two urinals. My options certainly were open, but anybody can pee in a stall or into sink on any day. I was here for the urinals, but an unexpected choice presented itself: The tall one or the short one? Before picking one, I checked to see if I could lock the door, just as an extra precaution. Unfortunately, I couldn't, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. My bladder was becoming quite vocal and I was about to relieve it into one of these urinals. I probably put too much consideration into which urinal to use, but I wanted to make sure my "first time" was just right . With my jeans still in place, I stood in front of each one and put my crotch over the protruding lip, contemplating. Despite having practiced hundreds of times in the shower, I had no idea what I was doing--even setting aside the fact that my later practice runs were a moderate success at best. Undeterred, I finally picked the taller one, figuring it would be easier to align myself and that there was less distance for something to go terribly wrong. My hands were shaking as I undid my jeans. I clearly wasn't going to be a marksman tonight. I slid my pants and panties down below my knees, baring my butt toward the rest of the bathroom. How awkward would it be for someone to walk in now? I thought, but quickly dismissed. I spread my legs a little and put my lady bits over the lip of the urinal, trying to gauge just how to manage this. This isn't going to work. I crouched in front of the urinal to undo my shoes so I could full remove my pants and panties. Wearing nothing but socks from my waist down, I clumsily traipsed across the men's room, praying nobody would walk in as I flashed my vulva all around, and put my clothes onto the counter by the sinks. I returned to the urinal for my second aiming attempt. I really had to go now. I huddled as closely as I could to the urinal, spread my legs a bit more, and thrust my hips forward, being extra careful not to come into contact with the porcelain. This awkward position only emphasized my trembling. I tried a few other positions including propping my leg up on the privacy divider and approaching it from an angle, but nothing really seemed fail-proof. Knowing I needed to pick before either my bladder decided for me or somebody walked in on this insanity (or worse, both), I opted for spread legs and forward hips. I've seen pictures and videos of superwomen who are able to pee practically like a guy, but I figured round 1 wasn't going to be quite that graceful for me. With my legs spread unnaturally widely, my hips thrust uncomfortably far forward, and my whole body trembling, I moved my hands to my lady bits. Using both hands, I delicately spread my labia, hoping to clear the path of any obstruction. Without being able to see down there, however, I had no clue what I was doing. "Well, here goes," I muttered to myself and bit my lip. Nothing happened. Despite having to pee really badly and applying pressure to my muscles below, I couldn't even produce a drop. If I have to stand here until my bladder gives in to fatigue, I don't care. I am going to use this urinal! I stood there for what felt like hours, listening to the ticking of my watch shatter the silence every second. My legs were getting sore from being in such a strange position, but finally, a jolt of pee spat into my target! I giggled loudly like a little girl before remembering where I was and shutting up. It was only a brief spurt, but it was enough to get things moving. Before long, it was spurt after spurt and, at last, a steady stream. I was amazed at myself! It was ridiculous, but glorious! Here I was, AT LAST, totally butt-naked from the waist down, with the exception of my socks, totally exposed, in the middle of the men's room, my hips pushed forward, with my urethra shooting pee into a URINAL!! I couldn't see what was happening below, but it seemed to be working! Warm, clear urine cascaded from between my legs and spattered satisfyingly into the fixture below. This urinal was tall enough that I felt a warm mist deflecting back up onto my hands and crotch, but I was too afraid to adjust (guys, do you ever experience this?). It wasn't perfect, of course. The occasional drop would dribble onto one of my thighs and my fingers were dampened every now and then, but I was too engrossed in what I was accomplishing to care. It wasn't long, however, before my trembling and muscle fatigue began to get the best of me. What was the occasional stray drop quickly became the occasional stray spurt. Regardless, I was extremely proud of myself for attempt #1. That is, until I heard a noise behind me. I was so enthralled, I forgot I was in a position of potential immense embarrassment. I immediately shot my head around to see who was there. This, of course, threw off everything down below. My "aim" went awry and one of my fingers slipped, causing my urine flow to become obstructed. At this stage in the game, there was no stopping the train of urine now cascading rapidly down my legs, drenching my socks, and pooling onto the once-clean floor. So many things were happening at once, I nearly lost track. In the brief second I glanced behind me, I noted that there was nobody there...the sound I'd heard was a creak of the building. I literally just peed all over myself because the building was settling . With relief on that account, I diverted back to the new disaster: remedying the mess between my legs. Honestly, there was no point. The damage was done and I might as well have finished urinating all over myself, but in the spur of the moment, I wanted to fix it. I quickly pulled back my labia again, this time soaking my hands pretty thoroughly and splattering fluid all over both the interior and exterior of the urinal. After a brief struggle and a big mess, I finally managed to regain control for the last few seconds of stream, proudly finishing up with a few solid spurts straight into the urinal...as my legs glistened with evidence of my failure. My heart was pounding tremendously. I surveyed the disaster. When I finally took it all in, I laughed hysterically and probably physically glowed with pride. I glanced around for paper towels to begin cleaning myself up. Shoot. They didn't have any. After probably half a roll of toilet paper, I was dry. I made my way back to the sink where my clothes were, my head practically divided into two with a smile. Before grabbing my clothes, I stepped back far enough to see down to my knees in the mirror. I relished in seeing female anatomy in such proximity to a urinal (it never gets old!). For good measure, figuring a little more mess wouldn't make a big difference, I spread my legs and let out another spurt of pee--what had managed to collect in the few minutes I used to clean up--onto the floor. It was funny to see it from a third person perspective. I wiped myself dry again, washed my hands (as if it made a difference with my lower half having been totally soaked in bladder juices moments before), and begrudgingly donned my clothes, sans socks. Not wanting to leave the site of my triumph, I paced back to the urinal for one last look. There was a lot of urine beneath it and the outer side of the lip was splattered with pee. It looked like some drunk guy didn't even try to hit the mark. I quivered with excitement and finally departed, not encountering a single soul on my journey back to my room. I was unbelievably turned on. I wanted to pee all over everything and pleasure myself like there was no tomorrow, but I saved it until I got a warm bath ready, in which I alternated between masturbating and peeing directly in the water whenever I accrued anything in my bladder. I, of course, showered after to get properly cleaned, and then immediately came to my computer to write this up. I hope you all enjoyed it!!! I can still hardly believe I FINALLY DID IT!!!!!

I have long been intrigued by the human body and for that reason became a professional masseuse. I deal with male and female bodies, and I'm intrigued equally by both. I have declined in my profile to determine whether I am male or female. What I will tell you is, I had a professional drawing down of myself. This, is my profile picture. Have you ever noticed after downloading a video that you may have purchased, or downloaded for free, that it was lacking something in your opinion. Maybe you wished that the camera angle would've been just a little bit different, or that one particular shot would have been prolonged for just a little bit longer. Well, I am offering you the opportunity to describe what the perfect video would be as if you were the director and producer of this movie. I think of this as my own direct response campaign, a survey of sorts to better understand the type of video content that I should upload of myself if this option ever becomes available for me. As of yet, I don't know how to upload video or pictures other than my profile picture. I also have many blogs that I write to myself on my computer that I would like to upload as well. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Thank you for taking the time to participate and for being a member of Omorashi.

Bus Desperation By p0ptartcat Shannon strolled through the streets of town, the wind blowing in her tan brown hair. She was wearing denim shorts and a white top with a red cardigan on top. She stopped when she saw her friend, waved and dashed daintily up to her. Today, she was spending the day shopping in town with one of her friends, Tilly. She was wearing jeans and a white and black striped jumper. When the two met, they greeted then hugged. "Where shall we go first?" Tilly asked her friend. "I was thinking about getting a dress for Dylan's party next week. We could pick up some extra clothes while we're at the shop." And with that, the two walked off. They visited various clothes shops. Picking up different clothes as they travelled from shop to shop. "This dress really suits you Shannon." "I really like it." Shannon was wearing a black dress and black tights. This is what she decided she would get for Dylan's upcoming party. "I don't really like any of the dresses. I'm probably gonna wear my purple one to the party," Tilly decided. "Well, I'm gonna get this one and the tights." "Yeah, you look stunning in them!" Shannon blushed and crossed her legs. She went back in the changing rooms and changed back to her previous clothes. She then paid for her items and rejoined Tilly, who was waiting outside. The two walked for a bit more, when Tilly whispered to Shannon "I need the loo. Badly." She crossed her legs tightly. "I kinda need to go too." The two searched for a nearby toilet. They found a public toilet and went in, but all the stalls were occupied, and there was quite a long line to use them. Tilly groaned. The two ran out then spotted a nearby café. They ran in then stopped a waitress. "Can we use your loo please?" The waitress had trouble hearing Tilly as her voice was rushed when she asked. But she soon realised what she had said. She could tell she was pretty desperate, so she pointed to a staircase and said "yes. The toilets are just up there." "Thank you," Tilly gasped, and with that, she sprinted up the stairs, Shannon struggling to follow behind. She darted into the first cubicle and locked the door. Shannon saw the jeans and panties slip down Tilly's legs. She then heard the sound of urine hitting the toilet and a sigh of relief. Shannon then walked into a cubicle, locked it and then squatted down, taking off her shorts and panties as she sat down. Shannon was first to finish. She didn't really have to go much, so she was on the toilet for about 10 seconds. She pulled up her clothes and flushed. Tilly then came out 30 seconds later. "Wow," Shannon thought to herself. "Thank god for that. I've been needing to go for ages!" Shannon nodded. She probably hadn't been holding it for as long as he was trying to say, but she must've been needing to go for a long time. Shannon realised that she must've either not noticed her desperation, or Tilly was hiding it. "While we're here, do you wanna grab a coffee?" Tilly asked Shannon. "Erm, might as well." The two proceeded down the stairs and sat down at the nearest table for two. They both ordered coffees and discussed various things. After their coffee, they went into a media shop, where they hung out for a bit, looking at all the gadgets and CDs that were on display. After that, they went into a corner shop, where Tilly bought a packet of sweets, and Shannon bought a chocolate bar and a soft drink. They then went over to a plaza, where they sat down and consumed their purchases. As Shannon drank her drink, she started feeling an ache in her bladder. The coffee and soft drink must have got to her quickly, even though she had recently emptied her bladder. She chose to leave it, she would probably forget about it later. The two continued to walk around town. They saw a few other friends and hung out with them for a bit, before going their own separate ways. They then each bought birthday cards for Dylan, and then went and bought shakes. They each bought new school bags and extra school equipment that needed to be replaced, before going to the local library to use the free wi-fi that was available. However, Shannon hadn't forgotten about her bladder. Every so often, she would keep getting an urge of desperation, but it would eventually go. Just before they left the library, Tilly went to use the toilet (again). Shannon wanted to join her, but decided against it. She could hold it in until she got home. It was starting to get late, so the girls decided to go home. They caught a bus together. The girls were sat one row away from the backseats, as there were people already occupying those seats. Everyone else was at the front of the bus, however, it wasn't very crowded, which was a change, as this bus is usually really crowded. The two girls didn't really talk much on the bus. Tilly was on her phone most of the time and Shannon was being occupied by something much worse. Her bladder. The desperation had come back. She crossed her legs tightly. The urge to pee had become much more violent than before. She really should've gone when she had the chance. The people who occupied the back row got off all at the same time. They must've all been together. Tilly had asked if she wanted to move, but Shannon rejected. She didn't want to move from where she was. "Are you alright Shannon?" "What? No, I'm, um, fine." Shannon could tell by the look on Tilly's face that she knew something was wrong, but she didn't really seem to care, much to Shannon's fortune. She had a hard time telling people when she needed to pee. "Come on!" Shannon thought to herself. The traffic was really bad, and her bladder hadn't become any better. She started moving around uncomfortably, her denim shorts rubbed against the bus seat. "Bollocks!" There was a road closure, so the bus would have to take a diversion through the lanes, which would mean it would take longer to reach Shannon's home. "Ooh, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!" The bus turned a sharp corner, causing the vehicle to jostle. Shannon felt a small warm dribble shoot out of her urethra and into her panties. She quickly grabbed her crotch, determined not to let anymore escape. She looked down at her shorts There was a tiny wet stain on them. It wasn't visible from far away. You would have to be really close to notice it. Shannon groaned. Her bladder was aching so hard, she was finding it difficult to hold on. She wanted to just let it all go. But she couldn't. Not in a public place. She would have to wait, no matter how much it hurt. They were getting so close to home, but Shannon couldn't hold on anymore. She groaned again, this time Tilly noticed. "What's wrong Shannon?" Tilly asked, glancing at her, before looking back at her phone. "I need to pee. Really bad." Tilly then stopped staring at her phone and instead, stared at Shannon. "I don't know how much longer I can hold on." It was becoming clear that she would lose control any second now. Another spurt shot out of Shannon's urethra. Shannon squealed. She had begun to sweat. Her crotch mixed with sweat and urine. "Well, if you need to go that bad, you could do what I did." "What? What did you do?" Tilly sighed. But Shannon was getting impatient. "Unzip your shorts and pee on the bus. Don't worry. There's no-one to see you. Their all at the front of the bus." Shannon thought for a minute. "I can't do that!" "Well would you rather pee on a bus, or pee in your pants?" Shannon definitely didn't want to wet herself, so she knew she would have to do what Tilly said. "You're right." Shannon took a deep breath and reluctantly unzipped her shorts, revealing her pink panties. She leaned forward and put moved the front of her panties out of the way. They felt a little damp, most of it urine, some of it was sweat. She leaned forward even more, and peed. She only released a small spurt at first. She didn't want the urine to make a massive puddle. Tilly noticed this. "Just do it all now. It's much quicker." Shannon let out another spurt. It began making a tiny puddle on the floor. She then leaned further in, and began to pee a whole stream. A huge relief wept across Shannon's body. The urine wasn't all crashing down at once into a massive puddle, however, some of it went on her shoes and shopping bags, but she didn't care. "Hurry up!" Shannon let go of the front of her panties and quickly buttoned her shorts back up again. Her shoes were in the puddle she had made, but she didn't care. She felt relieved, and naughty at the same time. Now that she looked back, it excited her, the thrill of doing something wrong began to turn her on a bit. The two then parted their separate ways. Shannon's shoes left a small trail of urine behind as she walked off the bus, but no-one seemed to notice. When she got home, her parents weren't at home. She then had an idea. She enjoyed that feeling of naughtiness that she experienced on the bus and she wanted to experience it again. She then drank 2 pints of water, and sat on a chair at the kitchen table. She didn't plan on moving for a long time.

Occasionally,one may find a picture of a certain model[x] opening her legs widely while standing ,raising her skirt and showing her panties while peeing through them.Under the photo ,a title is presented as that:[[x] had an accident in her panties].In fact,this has nothing to do with accidents,it is a mere professionally planned wetting.In my opinion,a wetting can only be termed an accident if it fulfils the following: 1.It happens without the desire of the girl who wets,she may try in despair and in vein to prevent it with all her will and power,but finally fail and give in 2.Because of the aformentioned fact,a girl in such a situation does not open her legs while peeing but either keeps her legs tightly closed together or keep them crossed.This behaviour is a mere reflex action,she hopes to minimize the extent of her wetting and the size of the puddle as much as possible 3.As a result,girls who suffer a real accident usually have their legs and shoes and maybe the front of their skirts completely drenched..If sitting,the back of their skirt would be drippling wet,so will be the inside part of their thighs,knees and heels due to her keeping her legs tight together while wetting herself sitting 4.A girl may open her legs apart or raise her skirt or examine her wet panties,but all these acts happen only after some time elapsing.This is when the initial shock of wetting herself as an adult have somewhat subdued 5.Am i right or wrong in all what i said?Most photos and clips featuring what they call [real accidents] cannot be convincing,thes are well done professionally staged planned accidents. Any planned wetting must apear real to acheive its goal,real wettings of natural causes must happen without the will of the wetter,she tries to minimize the extent of wetting by keeping her legs tight or crossing them.As a result of keeping legs tight,they become drenched with pee when wetting occurs.What i was criticizing was the appearance of models peeing their panties while keeping their legs widely apart.This does not happen at all in nature[ except if the model was very keen not to get pee on her legs and by doing so,she proves she is not into wetting and so has minimum effect on us who enjoy peeing ourselves down our legs

So I decided today that I was going to drink as much water as I could and hold it as long as possible before I peed myself. I started out by chugging back one full glass of water and then downing another glass about 5 minutes later. After around 20 minutes of waiting, I started to have to pee pretty bad. So, I got up and drank another glass of water and poured myself another one. The last time I tried this, I only needed 3 glasses of water before my bladder was full to bursting. I figured 4 glasses would definitely do it. So I put on a pair of black pants and went into the bathroom to drink my final glass of water. I spread out a towel to get ready for the imminent flood that was about to happen in my pants. I turned on the bathtub tap so I could soak after I was done and the running water really made my need to piss more urgent. I started squirming and bouncing while holding myself as I was trying to keep everything in. My bladder was swollen out from my belly, showing an obvious bump. I pressed on my bladder as hard as I could and a little bit of pee spurted out in my pants. My legs started shaking and I let out another squirt of pee. After that, I just couldn't hold back and my bladder emptied itself into my pants. I could hear it hissing against the fabric as the dark spot on my pants grew larger and larger. It felt sooo good finally being able to piss after holding it all for so long. I completely soaked my pants and left a huge puddle at my feet in the towel. It was an amazing experience.

i finally got my first package of adult diapers. they're a store brand and pull on style because they were the only ones i could get at the time. when i wear them they feel very uncomfortable though. the padding feels like cardboard and much thicker than it looks. it also crinkles very loudly and has a noticeable bulge. but i finally wet my first pair last night. i emptied most of my bladder into it all at once and it didn't leak a drop. the front of the diaper became very yellow and but I could smell the pee through my clothes even though I was very careful when i checked for leaking. are all pull on adult diapers like this?

A question for all the pre-med and biology majors: what is the maximum rate at which a healthy adult can produce urine? To put it another way, how fast would a healthy adult have to drink water in order to outpace his or her kidneys?