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It’s mid afternoon when we make our lunch stop. My legs are tired already, tummy hungry, and wholesome tingles coming from my bladder. Seven miles into woodland, we’re in the complete privacy of wilderness. Under our shorts we’re both sporting tell-tale bulges.
Daisy leans back against a tree and scratches at her crotch. “I think I need to change,” she admits, worried I’ll be disappointed.
Yours truly had the bright idea of negating pee stops by packing our bottoms into big comfy diapers. Only four hours and several wettings later, it’s getting a bit uncomfortable.
I kneel in front of my love, feeling my own heavy load stretch around my bottom, butterflies dancing as I unzip her fly. Before I know it I’m looking at a ballooning diaper, tightly holding all that water that since this morning, has passed her beautiful lips, trickled all the way through her belly, and has ended up in her padded pants.
I poke a finger through a leg hole, the hot squidgy wetness instantly turning me on. She knows me too well. As I feel around inside, she goes suspiciously quiet. I see her tummy squeeze and then a flood of heat envelops my finger. Golden liquid begins to pour over my hand and down her leg. Quickly I pull out, cupping the full diaper against her, muffling the hiss and feeling the warmth spread through the padding.
“You’re so easy,” She laughs at me, playing with my hair.
I allow a moment for her teasing burst to absorb, then I unpick her waistband and pull back the sodden underwear. It feels so heavy in my hands, I can’t help but squeeze it so that her golden juice dribbles out and wets my fingers.
She stands half naked over me, looking around at the ancient oaks.
‘Lick her clean,’ the voice in my head tempts. I look up again at her, then down at my hand full of her pee. Then up at her. This time our eyes meet. We smile at each other in silence. Then her eyes widen as she realises what I’m thinking. Before she says a word, my lips part and I burry my tongue in her.
She tastes bitter. Her pee and sweat fill my senses. I lose all dignity, in seconds becoming an excited kitten feverishly licking every inch of her most tender spot.
“Sweetheart…” she whimpers. But her sentence is as lost as my inhibitions. Her hips curl and buck.
Inside me a curious storm is brewing. I feel my heart racing and deep down the excited beginnings of something great. Daisy twists and writhes against my tongue. As she moans, I start flooding my diaper. The heat hangs between my legs, captive in the swollen pants. Squeezing my thighs together presses the overflowing padding into me. It bulges and rubs against me.
Hissing, fast breaths, birdsong. I lick, gulp and pee.
Daisy succumbs first. At the moment she goes I push my tongue as far as I can, feeling every contraction as if it were my own. Clinging onto her trembling legs, it’s like she’s pulling me off a cliff. My own spasms shake my core. Pleasure erupts with the last squirts of pee, joy flooding my veins as golden rivers flood my shorts. We fall together. It’s perfect, captivating every sense and pleasing every need.
Afterwards, we lay in the grass together. Her full diaper is near my head, and I stare at the yellowed padding while she cleans me up. We eat our lunch with naked bottoms drying in the breeze. When it’s time to go we agree- it’s shewees for the rest of the day.
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Amazing, sounds like so much fun!! Thanks for sharing.
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2 hours ago, eliska_91 said:
Thank you 🥰 I know it's different for everyone, I woe just hate to be found out like a criminal 😬
So here’s a few questions to help decide, don't feel you have to reply here although obviously you are welcome to…
Would you hate being found out more or less than confessing?
If the situation doesn’t change, how would you feel?
How important is the sexual side of your relationship?
How important is this fetish within your enjoyment of sex?
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Hey. I’m so sorry to hear your experience. I’ve made it policy to never offer advice - all I can say is you know you and your relationship best and you must trust your own judgement. Think hard about how you feel now, how you might feel if they found out, how you might feel if they never found out.
My personal story is I was in a similar boat a few years back. My partner had not directly said she wasn’t into it but I had an accent on an early date and I read her reaction and meaning she didn’t want it repeated. I hid it for a long time. Little did I know she already knew what I was up to, so when I eventually confessed it wasn’t unexpected. It turned out good in the long run for us. We’re engaged now.
Good luck with your decision. ❤️
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9 hours ago, JimSpurs666 said:
Truly one of the best content creators ever on this site. Great to have you back
You have no idea how much your comment means to me. I’m proud of my body of work on here, even if by today’s standards my old posts aren’t so great. Anyway it’s nice to know I haven’t been forgotten! Thank you. ❤️
Great to be back 😊
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On 7/31/2023 at 7:43 PM, Renatatswet said:
I transitioned quite late in life. In my fourties. And my physique was (still is) quite masculine. Big feet (try to find a nice shoe size 12...), big hands, balding skull, wide shoulders, narrow hips...That means the results are, how shall we say, visually not very rewarding. I don't pass. At all. On the other hand, I feel much better in my skin. Just the fact that I have (a bit of) a chest now, more feminine body shape (I got a bit of hips now) helps a lot with how I see myself. But I have little doubt that to the rest of the world I look like a man in female clothes. it doesn't bother me too much and I'm not hoping for a long time sexual/romantic relationship any more. Luckily my job allows me to make a reasonably good living without being judged too much and I have a small but good circle of supportive friends. Am I happy? Not quite, but more than I used to be when I pretended to be a masculine man...
I'm still in doubt if I should go for SRS. It seems like a very invasive operation and I don't think it would be worth the effort as a sexual relationship is not something I see happen any time soon. It would make me feel better about my body, but it would also take years of my life to complete. I'm not sure if I'm up to that. I had an orchiectomy a few years ago and mentally that means that the most masculine part of me at least is gone.
Interesting, and I'm glad you found a compromise and it sounds like it's going ok for you!
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19 hours ago, Sprinkler1 said:
Beautifully written
Thank you 😊
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On 7/27/2023 at 5:48 PM, birthdaycake said:
Super hot!!!!!
Thank you 😊
On 7/25/2023 at 11:11 AM, Renatatswet said:I orgasm very easily, but that can be both a blessing and a curse... Before my transition I was a terrible premature ejaculator and that's not much fun when making love. Luckily now I can manage more than one and don't try have PIV sex. That wouldn't work anymore anyways, but I still have very little control at all...
This is an interesting insight into trans life. May I ask, when did you transition and how are you finding it?
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19 hours ago, slothmallow said:
Thank you so much for sharing this! You are an amazing writer! Congratulations on making it through such a dark time. I know that takes immeasurable amounts of strength. You deserve every happiness, and I'm glad that you seem to have found them. ❤️ May you continue to have every blessing!
Thank you 😊 I appreciate you taking the time to say such kind words. Best wishes ❤️
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6 hours ago, trekkie said:
That was beautiful. The dedication was beautiful as well. Congratulations on your relationship, and pulling yourself out of the struggle you started in!
Thank you ☺️ Your kind words mean a lot ❤️ I see you’ve got your decade badge too. Well done and thank you for being part of the community!!
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Nice! You write lovely too you know ❤️
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8 hours ago, Renatatswet said:
Well written and so hot! I had an orgasm just from reading this. I didn't even touch myself.
Damn wish could I manage that just from reading. You’ve got a talent there 😆👏
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Sounds lovely, thanks for sharing! ❤️
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I run into the living room, landing in a giggly heap on the sofa. My bladder bulges, forcing me to toss and turn with pain. The insides of my legs feel wet.
“What are you up to in there?” My love calls knowingly from the kitchen.
I wedge a hand under my skirt, and when I feel how wet my panties are I have to cover my mouth to stop an excited cry.
“If I come out there and find pee on the floor, you know you’re in big trouble?” She shouts from the mixing bowl.
I look up, checking my route from the hallway. There’s no hiding the trail of damp spots on the rug. I would get up and hurriedly pat them dry, but the desperation pins me down.
It’s so cruel of her to ban me from the bathroom like this. So cruel but so nice. Devilishly so. I squirm about, wondering what she will do.
“Charlie!” I hear her shout like a disappointed parent. “Charlie I told you not the rug!” She stands in the kitchen doorway, apron tied neatly and cake mixing spoon in hand. I look at her, frozen on the sofa, cheeks blushing. The anticipation starts to fizz inside me. I know what’s coming and I like it.
“Get on the floor now, naughty girl.” The words spit out of her mouth. “Your house training is getting worse, and I’m not having it.”
I carefully do as she says, kneeling to face the sofa with my ballooning bladder hanging from my body. She walks over and I tense more than ever. There’s silence as she lifts my skirt with the tip of the spoon, checking the evidence.
“I’m sorry.” I whimper. “But I have to go.”
“And why can’t you use your spot in the bedroom?” It’s true. We have an agreed corner where I’m allowed to make a puddle, day or night. It’s also where the laundry often ends up, and sometimes I go on that before loading the machine.
“I didn’t feel like it.” I shyly whisper.
She repeats my words, feigning an anger that makes my heart race. Without warning, she claims the sofa as her own. Pulling me over her lap, she has me face-down and vulnerable before her.
I try to reach my crotch, knowing if I don’t keep my hand there I may lose the bladder battle. But try as I might she stops me, grappling with my wrists and forcing my hands behind my back.
“Cake.” She whispers in my ear, tickling my face with her hair before pecking my cheek with a soft kiss. In a brief loving moment I know our safe word. Anxiety and nerves swell within me. Pee threatens to trickle from my lap to hers. I catch myself and keep every muscle as tense as I can.
Before I know it my skirt’s up over my back and wet panties are pulled to my thighs. A shiver runs through me as the cold spoon rest upon skin, pausing before being lifted high into the air. My heart stops. I whimper. Then ‘ouch!’
I jump with the sting, barely noticing the squirt of pee that leaps from me and over the sofa.
“No!” She shouts, hitting me again and receiving the same golden return.
“I can’t stop it.” I moan, writhing around on her lap as blow after blow lashes my little bottom. With every contact another spurt rains down on her.
Before I know it she’s braking out in giggles, the stern role-play fading into uncontrolled corpsing.
“I can’t do it. You’re too cute.” She laughs, kissing my bottom and teasing my swollen lips. It’s all too much. I squirm, rolling over and curling into a ball to resist the tickling hands. But I can’t get away. A rollercoaster of sensations is hitting me. My burning need to pee, her feather-like touches and intense strokes blurring the line between pleasure and discomfort.
All at once it’s happening. I’m spasming and peeing, heart ablaze with joy. Aching muscles relax. The relief of release is causing tremors of pleasure. Seeing what’s happing, she stops tickling and holds me tightly. My breaths are shallow. Short moans escape.
“It’s ok,” she comforts me as I wet the both of us.
Here I am, an overgrown kitten balled up and peeing in her owners lap. And there she is, hugging me and stroking my hair. The hot rush is flooding my underwear. I hear it hiss through clothes and patter over the floor. I wonder how she feels with my warm pee coursing through her own undies, and smile at the unlikely thought of her secretly peeing too.
We stay like that after I’ve finished, cuddling and kissing while her devious fingers find something to play with. My bladder feels completely empty, yet as she touches me the warmth of a few more dribbles graces her hand. The orgasm comes soon and is everything I could have wanted. It feels somehow pure and perfect. Loving and calm.
A moment of silence lets our hearts settle. Then she lets me lick the batter from the spoon, and we sit together, where we belong.
…we’re also sitting in a pool of my pee, which arguably isn’t where we belong but that didn’t sound so poetic.
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QuoteI hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! My profile has been pretty dormant lately, but it was only right for me to share an experience since recently I earned my 10 year badge. Truthfully, I can’t believe it’s been that long.
I was in quite a dark place when I started my account. I’d not long moved thousands of miles from home after a nasty split from my parents that literally drove me across the Atlantic Ocean. I was in a foreign land with not much more than a teenage lusty relationship that lasted as long as you’d expect. Several long, lonely years grappling with my poor life decisions followed. Needless to say, the unnecessary shame of my sexuality and a fetish like this were two big irrational reasons to hate myself. Now, I’m engaged to be married to the lovely lady in this post. My in-laws have given me a family I thought I’d never have, and I feel happy almost every day. Throughout that long 10-year journey, I’ve had very few constants. omorashi.org has been one of them, so thank you. I can’t not mention @Bear789 too for the many happy hours of collab and friendship. Thank you Bear.
People are amazing, aren’t they? You are amazing. Remember to be kind to the person you are. Treat them well, because you’re with them until the end.
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I introduced my partner to the fetish (some time ago now) and now when ever pee is mentioned anywhere she jabs me and we exchange some knowing look or chuckle. Before then I felt awkward, and actually for a while after 'coming out' I felt really embarrassed about any pee conversation because I knew she would instantly be thinking about me and my fetish.
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A longtime favourite of mine is to ban yourself from peeing in the bathroom for a whole day. Drink lots for plenty of opportunities to go.
'Easy mode' is when you're allowed to use containers, 'Hard' is you're not allowed to go in any waterproof container. Use the floor, furniture, clothes etc... you'll soon find some interesting places!
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On 8/11/2021 at 7:49 PM, PrincessInTheP said:
You write beautifully. I love how well you express your love/hate relationship with this kink and also what your senses pick up in your surroundings
Thank you! ❤️
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14 hours ago, DesperateJill said:
I kind of have the opposite problem in that the toilets are often right there but they are closed. So essentially I would be sitting there all day staring at a locked bathroom that's just inches away but I can't use it because it's locked, like it is mocking you with the allure lol.
That must be horrible! Feel your frustration there!!
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1 hour ago, DesperateJill said:
…even at a busy job you would be able to find five minutes in the day at some point to go to the bathroom…
Isn't enough to just say I need to use the bathroom and leave it at that? Do they really have to know if you are going number one or number two?
I know right! The big problem with my line of work is everyone spends a lot of time waiting around without much clue of what’s going on, but if you’re not ready to go the moment you’re asked to, you in such big trouble you could lose your job. Often restrooms are some walk away from where you’re working, hence why it becomes impractical to use them.
The radio thing is really annoying. I sometimes avoid it by telling a nearby colleague where I’m going, but depending what your role is, it maybe a must that you announce on the radio - mainly because someone who actually knows what’s going on may be kind enough to say if they think you leaving is a bad idea… if that makes sense.
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There are day when my work has very limited toilet access. Not necessarily because there are no restrooms, just because the schedule can be so packed there’s no time to use them.
Also, there are days which we are on comms systems and have to announce when we are going to the restroom, with codes for number 1 or 2. For me, being as shy as I am, that’s can stop me taking a break. I don’t want all my colleagues knowing what I’m doing.
So I pose that question: would you take a job where you have to tell everyone (not just in ear shot, literally everyone on site via a radio) when you are going to the toilet and what you are doing when you get there?
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Wow thanks all for the kind words.
@ragtime We’ll see how Daisy feels when I can pluck up the courage to ask.
@dwp, @Tellnoone, @xixi I wasn’t expecting to have so many people say they can relate. I’ve felt very alone in some of the mixed emotions I’ve felt around this fetish. It’s encouraging to know I was wrong.
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Thanks, I’m glad you enjoy my style ☺️
Aw thank you 😊 This is exactly the combination I aim for so it means so much that you’ve noticed!!
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