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  1. Warning, this will be long... If you've read my profile/posts, you probably know that I'm madly in love with, and in a relationship with, an action figure. This is not the first time I've fallen in love with an inanimate object, it happened to me a few times pre-puberty. I never expected it to happen to me as an adult, but it did. I was at Walmart picking up a couple things with Doody, and as usual, we stopped to look at the action figures to see if there were any cool ones; sometimes we'll buy one. When I saw that Seth Rollins action figure, I got serious butterflies, shaking hands, sweaty palms, the whole nine yards. My arms were full, so I had Doody put him on the top of the pile, which I cradled to my breasts. The package felt warm against me, and I could feel my heart pounding. My limbs were tingling and I felt like I was walking on a cloud. The moment I got out to the car, I ripped open the package and freed him from the plastic. Finally, he was in my hand, and I was overcome by a rush of endorphins and love. From that moment on, Seth went with me just about everywhere. At first, I kind of thought I was crazy, but then I remembered the objects I'd fallen for in my childhood, and some show I'd seen years ago about people in relationships with statues, cars, and life-size dolls, so I decided to go with it and consider myself in a relationship with him. Another thing I also considered was that I might have, for the first time since my teens, a crush on a celebrity. Definitely not so. While Seth Rollins/Tyler Black is one of my favorite superstars, he doesn't make me weak in the knees like his action figure does. It's also just that particular action figure, too. I actually had a Seth action figure before I got the one I fell in love with, and it got the usual treatment my action figures get (pee and possibly sex before being posed on my tv stand in a sexual position with another, in this case with Dean Ambrose, both of them in their Shield gear). I also bought another, very similar, Seth action figure, just to see if I'd develop feelings for it, too, but I did not, it was just like buying any other action figure I'd bought before the special one. I just bent him over his Money in the Bank briefcase and set Roman up spanking him. My feelings settled, I threw myself into the relationship because it felt good. It still feels good. We do all the normal couple stuff; go out to dinner, hang out with friends, take long walks, take selfies, watch tv, cuddle and kiss. I love rubbing his back and stroking his hair and holding his hand. Oddly, I have had no urges to give him the usual treatment I give to my action figures. I don't know why, but it just doesn't feel right to do so now. I do touch him intimately sometimes, though. As I mentioned before, I take him with me everywhere I go, even to Thanksgiving, where I announced him as my boyfriend. I also take him to work. At first, I would leave him in the car, but this week, I started bringing him in with me. I keep him in my purse unless I'm in the truck. It's nice to have him there. Now that it's winter, he's often in the pocket of my hoodie, where I can hold him to keep him warm, and the love keeps me warm, happy. What's usually a pretty unpleasant time of year for me is turning out to be not so bad. I'm not stressed in the least... ...Except when I'm without Seth. Here's the not-so-good part, or rather the part of this I think might be a little...off. I go to sleep cuddling him. When I lose him, I wake up, and have to find him before I can go back to sleep. This happens two or three times a night. I definitely don't leave the apartment without him, even for a simple dash to Speedway. In the car, he usually rides hooked into my seat belt, over my heart, so he can have a view. I feel bad about taking him outside without a coat because it's cold. If someone threatens to harm him, even in jest, I get extremely anxious, and if someone manages to take him from me (no one's been able to do that for quite awhile, though) I completely panic and freak out until he's back in my arms. Nothing like that ever happened in my childhood experiences with inanimate objects. I have no desire for a serious relationship with another human, but that's nothing new; it's something I've been turned off to for quite a few years. One of my friends suggested Seth is some kind of security blanket for me. I don't think that's quite it. I have not recently been hurt, my life's actually improving, and was never a security-blanket type. I can stand on my own in a social situation. So, am I a little crazy, or just one of those people who digs objects? Are those of us who fall in love with objects crazy?
  2. As some of you know I moved this past week to a new location. Its been a whole mix of feelings with excitement, fear, anxiousness, hopefullness, etc. Of course moving to a new location I am going to explore the area. I'm now close to the ocean so I decided to drive along the coast. I left around 11am and just started driving. Prior to leaving I had breakfast and drank a small gatorade. I was wearing my bikini under my casual beach attire clothes. I brought 2 water bottles for the trip and a towel, of course expecting to go to a beach eventually but at the same time I didn't know what was going to happen. There is so much excitement with leaving to drive along the coast with no plans. After an hour of driving I started feeling the small bottle of gatorade I drank starting to hit me. I also was finishing off one of the water bottles I brought with me. I was caught in traffic on the highway that goes through the towns and I kept looking around for a good place to stop. But I didn't want to. I wanted to enjoy this hold a bit longer.... :) As I was driving it began to down poor and I was starting to feel like that might happen between my legs as well! I unbuttoned my shorts as I was at a stoplight since that was adding a great amount of pressure on my bladder. But I wanted to stand up at least!!! The pressure of sitting and having to stay calm and collected to drive well was quite a challenge as I felt the bulge growing firmer and firmer. And I can't help but to press against the bulge or at least poke it as I love to tease my bladder even more! I was just so excited to think that I just might burst there in the car!!! I turned onto a street toward the beach, not knowing if I would be getting to public beach access as I have no idea what its like out there.....I turned onto a second street and oh sweet victory there were small lots in between the beach houses for the general public to park in!!! Once I parked the rain had come to a stop. There were people just hanging out by their cars at that small lot so I knew I wasn't going to be able to just pee next to my car where they'd see me. I took my shorts off while still in the car and got out with just my towel and car key. The pain of everything shifting and pressing against my bladder was hitting me! But I was on a mission as I was determined to get onto that beach to burst!!! What I was hoping was that I could stand and pee with nobody around but the beach was a bit busier than I hoped. So I shook the towel out (very quickly as I was doing a pee pee dance!!!) and lay it out (painfully as I had to bend down just crushing against my full, bursting bladder that was beginning to leak!!!!). I sat down at the end of the towel to pee on the sand through my bikini and let those golden gates open! The relief was amazing! It was such a fun experience to have at this beach that I had never been to before! I was in the middle of all these people and peeing right there in front of them! Yet they don't even know :) I absolutely loved it. When I first got onto the beach I felt so bloated and fat but after I peed I felt 10 times skinnier! As I peed I realized though that I was no peeing on the sand though. It was going through my towel. But it was all okay since I was so hydrated that it didn't smell like pee at all. Just like water haha ;D So yea.....just wanted to share my first desperation experience I've had in my new location!
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    Video from Fc2. The girl rushes into the toilet with an already lifted skirt. She quickly lowers her panties but all her rush is not enough to keep them dry.

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