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Charlie Kirby

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  1. Thank you!! 🤗 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!! ❤️
  2. 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.
  3. 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?
  4. 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. ❤️
  5. 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 😊
  6. Interesting, and I'm glad you found a compromise and it sounds like it's going ok for you!
  7. Thank you 😊 This is an interesting insight into trans life. May I ask, when did you transition and how are you finding it?
  8. Thank you 😊 I appreciate you taking the time to say such kind words. Best wishes ❤️
  9. 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.

  10. 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!!
  11. Damn wish could I manage that just from reading. You’ve got a talent there 😆👏
  12. 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. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
  13. 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.
  14. 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!
  15. Agree. The last picture is a great pose, nice to see something different. Keep up the good work!
  16. 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.
  17. 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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