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Fetishes And Kinky Sex
Are you into weird, or kinky sex? Foot fetishes, panty fetishes, diaper fetishes, medical fetishes, bondage sex, we all have sexual fetishes to one degree or another. Do you get horny endlessly day-dreaming about kinky sexual fetishes or sexual situations you'd like try out or be involved in? Have you ever acted on any of your kinky sexual fetishes? How did it go? Did you experience a sexual situation even too "weird" or "out there" for even your sensibilities? This is the place to confess it all!
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    Straight Male / 32

    I am still a virgin at the age of 32. I think about wanting to have sex all the time. At some point a few years back, I got into the idea of chastity play. I self lock a few times a week after work and let myself out before bed to have an amazing masturbation session and orgasm. I have only been able to stay locked up for a total of about 72 hours straight, before I gave in and let myself out to have an orgasm more amazing that anything I had ever had before.

    I love chastity play by myself and really like the feeling of denial, but what I really want is to find someone to take my key and help me push past my weakness and help me stay locked up longer. I have been pushing myself to stay locked up for at least 6hrs everyday for the last few weeks and its getting easier and more enjoyable. I have even thought about leaving my key at home for the entire week while I'm gone for Christmas. This both scares me to death and excites me so much, and would be a major milestone in my continuing exploration of myself and chastity.

    I really think that if I could find someone that loved me and connected with my chastity interest that I would highly consider staying a chaste virgin forever if they were into that idea as well. While I do really want to know what penetrative sex is like, I don't really know if/when I'll finally get the chance to have my first time. So staying in chastity till that opportunity comes up is also supper exciting because, I'll be locked up for as short or long of a time as it takes me to get comfortable enough with myself to get a relationship to that stage.

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    Straight Female / 23

    Every time my boyfriend, who needs to wear glasses as he can't see more than ten yards without them, and I have sex in my apartment, I keep the blinds open so a forty two year old neighbor of mine can look in. My boyfriend is a good lover, yet his cock is a little smaller than average. My neighbors cock is much much bigger and far thicker than that. I know this because as we fuck, I watch the neighbor tossing himself off whilst watching us, and his dick is enormous. I'm so tempted to invite him around and have him fuck me, but I just don't know how to approach him.

    #42705 — Comments (4) — Dec 21, 2018 at 7:51 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 26

    I have an asshole fetish. I adore eating out hairy asses and I am not particular about gender.

    The first time was when I was 9 years old and me and my 12 year old brother was in the bath tub together and he got up and bent over to get something and I saw right up his asshole. It didn't have long butt hair on it but it did have a thin whispy down of blond hair encircling his asshole and covering much of his ass. I was too embarrassed to try anything but I was mesmerized by the concept of the asshole from then on.

    I was 12 before I got to act on my fetish. I grew up in a very small town. We had three schools. We had the north elementary school and the south elementary school They each had 200 students grade K-6. Then there was the combined Jr. High and High School which had about 380 students in it and comprised of grade 7-12. All six grades took gym together and that included showering. So in my first week of school I was stunned by the beauty of all those boy assholes and nearly every one was older than mine and virtually all were way hairier than mine. So I had my soap and shampoo in bottles and hung my towel on the rack and went over to take a shower. A gorgeous senior boy went to the shower next to mine. He was tall and muscular with long thick straight black hair and deep blue eyes and a gorgeous face. His dick was huge and hairy and partially erect which I secretly hoped meant he liked me. Then he reached over and grabbed my bottle of soap and squirted some into his hand.

    "Hey that's mine!"

    &qu ot;Kiss my ass!" he replied

    Then he turned his back to me and bent over spreading his butt cheeks holding them apart with his hands mockingly and sarcastically and as I found out metaphorically inviting me to kiss his ass. Without thinking I leaned in and pressed my face to his asshole and kissed it. I immediately regretted it but thankfully not one other boy there noticed as most hadn't gotten to the shower yet. I always raced to the shower because I hate cold water and the water ran out quickly in the boy's shower. The boy turned around and gave me the most evil look like "how dare you!" but said nothing.

    Hours later while I was in bed masturbating myself to sleep I could still feel his ass hair on my face and nose and lips and chin and eyelids and I could still smell his asshole and had the image of his puckered asshole surrounded by a fringe of ass hair burned into my memory. to this day it remains.

    The very next Gym class two days later I again raced into the showers to get the first drops of hot water and right after me was the same boy. It was a solid minute before the third boy got into the shower. He said nothing. He turned his back to me and bent over and he spread his ass cheeks with his hands and took two steps back to me. I gave a quick glance around to make sure nobody was watching and I bent over and leaned in and got a really really good look at his gaping ass and then kissed his ass again this time pressing my whole face harder against the inside of his ass cheeks. I inhaled his aroma deeply and then took a lick of his asshole. I licked his asshole for maybe thirty second when we both heard the sound of the other boys echoing off the tiled walls and he instantly stood up and turned to face me and gave me a slight smile as though to thank me.

    This went on until mid October when one day we were caught. Thankfully the boy who caught us just gave me a funny look and went to the shower head furthest away from us. He never ratted us out. But that was the last time I kissed Frank's ass in the shower.

    When nobody was around to hear us Frank asked me out to the Halloween dance. I said yes and went dressed as a fairy princess with the help of my mom who thought it was a cut idea for her 12 year old son to go to a Halloween dance at the Jr High & High School in drag. She deliberately did my make-up in a way that concealed my identity. Yes a couple of kids recognized me but nobody else did. Frank and I danced. In a dark corner I sat in his lap while he M*lested me. Then he drove me home but not before parking out in the woods for an hour and inviting me to make out with his asshole which I very enthusiastically did. After that Frank and I got together as often as possible for butt licking sessions.

    I was in college the first time I had sex with a woman. I thought I was gay until I met Gail who made me realize I was in fact gay. Gail had a massive bush of ass mane that when brushed it out just right stuck out from between her ass cheeks nearly six inches. I dove in and took as much of it in my mouth as I could and sucked all her dried piss and shit off of it then kept as much of it swallowed down my throat while I ate out her ass for hours. Her's was the hairiest I ever ate out.

    Then I met Jan my wife. The others were all fun. But Jan's thick wiry ass hair combined with the fact that she could prolapse her anus at will and make it stuck out like a grotesque looking deformed cock was what did it for me. The first time I was eating out her gloriously hairy ass and she shit her colon down my delighted throat I was hooked. That's what did it for me. It's much thicker than a cock and can protrude about six inches. I sucked on it just about getting it all in my mouth and some down my throat. I only wish I could do that while licking up her ass hole at the same time. My tongue isn't long enough though since she can fuck my throat with her colon I can get more of my tongue up her ass. She is the perfect woman.

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    Lesbian Female / 53

    I know that this isn't a big deal for some women but for me it kind of is. I am and have always been very reserved, I don't like to be seen naked. I postpone any and all doctor appointments until I feel guilty for not going. I have having my breasts examined and I hate even worse having a pelvic exam, and I only go to female doctors. So when I ended up in my house with a strange man who held my nipple with a pair of plyers and told me he was going to grab my clitoris with the plyers I fainted. I woke up a minute later on the floor and he was laughing at me. He told me I was nothing but pussy as far as he was concerned and he wanted me to suck his penis right then before I got up off the floor.

    That night he scared me with the plyers and I complied to him and I ended up on my hands and knees and he first stuck his finger in my ass and then penetrated me with his penis. After he finished with me I didn't care anymore. I yelled at him for what he had done, I told him to leave and never come back, and all he did was sit in my bedroom chair and laugh at me and call me a c**t. When I tried to slap him he grabbed my wrist, he called me a c**t again and told me he wanted his penis sucked again. I don't like sucking his penis, it's gross. He had just finished penetrating me and he wanted me to suck him. He gave me permission to go get a washcloth to wash his penis before I started to suck him again.

    He told me he was leaving because he had to go to his apartment next door but he was coming back so to leave the door unlocked. When he got back I had locked the door and he was going to tear it down so I had to let him in. I got the finger, never again, don't lock him out. It was late, after 3 in the morning. He took a shower and asked me to fix him some eggs and coffee and after he finished eating he told me he was leaving for the day but he would be back and not to lock the door. He had me hold my breast out so he could grab my nipple with the plyers, after releasing me he put the plyers on the kitchen counter but not before pointing at my clitoris and telling me that he wanted to hold me with them and see how long I would sing for him.

    For the rest of the day I sat and waited for him. When he returned he had me sit back in my bedroom chair so he could grab my clitoris with the plyers making me beg for whatever he wanted me to do. I don't like being naked and I don't like being toyed with either, but I can't help liking how he pinches me with the plyers. I tried to pinch myself but I can't, I can't do it like he does.

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    Straight Female / 29

    I stumbled across this site by accident the other day and thought I would share a secret.
    I was raised in a very conservative household. Both of my parents are ordained and my Mother is a practicing minister. I married when I was 20 to a man I met through church. He is an amazing man and I love him very much. We don't have children yet, and I fear one of us is not able to. We've never used protection and have a fairly regular, however reserved, sex life.
    My deep dark secret is that I'm obsessed with penises. I always have been. Its not just the sexual side that's aroused by them, but the aesthetic side of me, as well. I love the way dicks look. Hard, soft, circumcised or not, big little, fat, skinny. I just love them all. I have a secret folder on my computer where I have saved thousands of pictures. I often-times find myself wondering what men's dicks look like when I see them. I tend to be a crotch-watched in public.
    My husband has a lovely penis. I got lucky there. We did not have any sexual contact until our wedding night. Old-fashioned, I know, but as I said we came from very conservative families. I love his dick and I ask him to be naked as much as possible. He is one of the three penises I've seen in real life. My father was the first. The image is still emblazoned in my memory. My husband was the second. A neighbor of ours was the third. He used to walk around naked on his deck during the nicer days. He's since moved, but I still have a few pictures I took of him.
    So, that's my secret. I love penises. It may not sound like a big deal to most, but for me, it haunts me as much as it pleases me. However, my husband knows nothing about my obsession. I'm actually quite scared of what he would think of me... of what anyone would think of me.
    Anyway, I'm off work today, so here I sit, scrolling through pictures. I just can't stop...and I'm not sure I want to.

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    Bi-Sexual Female / 22

    Hey do I have a small confession to make...

    I love it when people watch me and get off to me so I decided to make a Snapchat where I could post adult content. Itâs something I enjoy doing it feels so good but yet so immoral of me.

    If you wanted to catch my daily posts you can come add me on snapchat I guess ;)

    Snapchat username: snap43deep

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    Straight Male / 46

    I got into my habit while living in England. At the small grocery store near my apartment there was a news stand and free paper. No news, just local advertisements, but that day I picked up a copy and sat at the small pasty store with my coffee and read the paper. On the back page were advertisements for all sorts of services from home massage to hair care and car repair. One in particular caught my eye, it advertised for a BDSM experience like something you had never tried before. I was alone in my small apartment and that night I decided to do something different and I called the number from the advertisement.

    A man answered and I told him I had seen the advertisement and he answered my questions politely, I asked just what it meant that I would have an experience like something I had never tried before. He asked me if I had any experience with BDSM and if not what led me to call. I told him I was curious and I had thought about the advertisement for a couple of weeks and wanted to know more, I gave him my age, marital status, no I had never had a BDSM experience and I was generally comfortable with sex. He asked quite directly if I was looking for an experience with a woman or a man. I had to repeat myself but I told him I wanted to experience something with a man, I had to assure him that is what I called for and that I could pay and I was open to starting that evening and I gave him my address and phone number and he said that he would be over in an hour or so.

    The man that came to the door was in his late thirties, not big with glasses and a receding hairline. He walked around my small place and suggested that I pay attention because he did not repeat himself. Halfway thru his first set of instructions he hit my face with a small whip, and then again. And again. He was standing over me as I sat in the small chair in the living area and he told me to get undressed down to my underwear. While I undressed he took some items out of his small bag that I couldn't see and once I was in my shorts he took this object in his hand and told me to bend over the kitchen table and he inserted in my anus. It slipped in without any problem, it felt big but who knows how big it was, he led me to the bed and put some cuffs on my wrists and locked me to the headboard. He asked me if I was a screamer.

    He lit a candle and dropped hot wax on my nipples, he pulled down my shorts and had me open my legs and he told me to hold my legs open and he dropped hot wax on my penis, when I screamed he hit my face again with his whip and told me to remain silent. He dropped more hot wax on my penis this time I kept my mouth shut. He got a small paddle out of his bag and hit my penis several times, each time harder and harder and harder, it hurt, it stung but I held my mouth shut. After a minute he asked me if I could go on or was I done. I asked him why he thought I was done and he laughed at me and said I was not his type. He took out a small ball with a strap and put it in my mouth, he checked to make sure that the cuffs were holding and he told me he would return the next morning and he left me cuffed to the bed with my shorts around my ankles and his plug in my ass.

    I lay on the bed for close to 8 hours before he returned. He didn't speak, he just slapped my penis with his whip and slapped my face. He took the gag out of my mouth and released my cuffs and let me withdraw the plug from my ass and use the restroom and get something to eat and then bend over so he could put the plug back in my ass and lay down on the bed again and while this time cuffing both my hands and my feet to the bed and put the gag back in my mouth. He whipped my penis again and left and said he would return sometime later. Not a sound from within the room, only the sounds from outside, no television, no lights, the sun went up and was coming down again when he returned and whipped my penis again and dropped more hot wax on my nipples and penis and left again. This time I was unable to control myself and I wet the bed.

    In the evening, late in the evening the traffic had all quieted down he came and let me get something to eat and drink and he laid me back on the wet bed cuffed, plugged and gagged and left me for the night, but not without more penis whipping and attaching two clips to my nipples with an electric charge that went off randomly. When he came bac in the next morning he brought a small cage with him and put my penis in one end and then put a rat in the other end, he didn't let me use the restroom, he gave me water to drink through a straw, made sure the plug was safely up my ass and left. When I reached the point of not being able to hold it anymore I peed on the rat and the rat started to get aggressive, I could feel the point of the nose of the rat on my penis, the whiskers of the rat, could hear the shrieking of the rat, I lost control of my bowels but no matter the effort I was not able to dislodge the plug, the pain in my bowel grew distracting, I hadn't eaten very much of anything for two days. He came in and slapped my penis again, checked on the rat, gave me some water thru a straw and put a hood on my head and left.

    I was ready to call it quits, two days of this and I was done, the rat drove me crazy, when he returned I told him I had enough. He laughed and whipped my penis again, this time using a very tight small whip that drew blood and left without a word.

    My ordeal lasted three days, I was given relief, he took his money and his toys and the damn rat that was in a cage that with a gate to keep him from my penis and told me to call him when I was ready again. It took some time for me to compose myself, shower and clean up the bed, relieved my bowels and then the pain as I went, the pain in my ass was so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I walked to this small French restaurant close to my apartment and sat quietly and ate a simple meal, my first meal in three days. My penis burned from the cuts, my ass hurt with every step, my jaw ached and I promised myself I would never call again. I thought if I wrote this down I would stop thinking about it.

    #42633 — Comments (0) — Dec 16, 2018 at 9:32 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 38

    All through school we didn't have any black students, that is, until my senior year in high school. I was smitten with her and asked her out the first chance. She accepted and we even went on a second date. As it worked out, for me, her father's job didn't work out and they moved before we became serious, or even had sex.

    I wanted to fuck her. She was very dark and that turned me on, but she was gone.

    Well, fast forward 20 years later now: my fetish is black women. As soon as I see a black woman, I get hard. My cock jumps up and is rock hard. It makes my next few minutes intersting while I ask her out to just get into her panties. My cock is good sized, 9" fully erect, so there is a bulge noticable as I try to get with her.

    If she goes out with me, my only goal in life is to get into her panties, then fuck her every way I can. My dick does not ease up until I've fucked her at least 4 times--white girls it pops 1 maybe 2 times and I'm good, but black girls I have to keep fucking until it almost falls off. BJ, anal, bareback, I want and need my cum in her black body.

    It's not a white superior thing for me, I treat her nice, enjoy her company, but I need to fuck her as soon as possible, I have fucked black women in store restrooms moments after meeting them, then once I get enough fucking her, I lose interest and am gone.

    I don't use a condom and I have to leave my cum in her every hole I can. I am sure there are children out there that are mine, but I never check back to see--fuck and dump only.

    Yes, I have seen a psychiatrist, but I enjoy it. I know what caused my fetish, but I also know I don't really want to stop. My Dr said until I do, then at least use a condom. I'm not doing that either.

    I love seeing her dark body against mine, and knowing, maybe. I knocked her up with my white baby.

    #42627 — Comments (2) — Dec 15, 2018 at 12:48 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
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    Lesbian Female / 25

    I think everyone has a memory of something they did that they shouldn't have done but never forget. At least it seems reasonable to me. Maybe stealing from the grocery store, or sneaking out at night without permission, lying to your parents or teachers. My thing was some of the above but a whole lot worse.

    Our house sat on a large lot in a section of town with country estates. My parents are well to do and the house I grew up in is large, big with six bedrooms and six and a half bathrooms, four car garage, swimming pool, tennis court, the maids lived in a small bungalow over the crest of the hill so we didn't have to see the bungalow from the house.

    My mother hired this maid, her name was Ana and she was from Central America. Her job was to clean and take care of the rooms for the kids (we are four kids). I guess because we were close in age she was always around me, following me, cleaning up after me, fixing me food after school, washing my clothes when her job wasn't the laundry, she was always in my room, fixing the bed, folding my clothes and putting them away in the dresser, cleaning my shoes. Whenever she put my clothes away she always spent a lot of time with my underwear. One afternoon she was in my room straightening out my dresser and she was touching my underwear and she just turned and put a pair of panties against her uniform and did a little pose. I told her to come over to me and I lifted her uniform and she had on underwear that was pretty ordinary which she bought at Walmart.

    I was on my bed and she was standing right in front of me, I had her uniform up and I grabbed her panties and pulled them down until she stepped out of them. I lifted her uniform and she of course was very brown and her pussy was so heavy, it was a large dark matted triangle, I could smell her and I put my hands around her bottom and leaned in and kissed her pussy. After a second I was on my knees kissing her pussy, her legs had opened a bit and I could get my chin between her legs and her pussy was so wet and I turned her around and sat her on my bed and spread her legs and I got my whole mouth in her pussy. I had never once thought about doing something like that, sure I had stories of what it was like when guys ate your pussy and everything I had ever heard I did. To say I fell in love with her pussy is not saying enough.

    Over the next weeks she ate my pussy and I ate her pussy, she played with my tits and I played with her tits, she kissed me and I kissed her, I took her as my personal maid and we felt we had all the time in the world together. Oh and I told her I was in love with her and she told me that she was in love with me. We got careless, we touched each other all the time, and the day that she got fired was the day she touched my bottom in front of my mother. I know she never thought about it, she just touched my bottom, I touched her bottom and her tits and her face and kissed her at will and that day she touched my bottom in front of my mother and she was fired on the spot.

    Never mind that I begged my mother not to fire her. She was fired and I never heard from her again. I have been told that she was just getting close to me because that is how she expected to get ahead being the sex partner of one of the members of the house, she may not even have been lesbian, I was so she played along. Others tell me that she went to work somewhere else like a factory or as a maid in a hotel. Others tell me that she was embarrassed to be in love with a white girl that she could never be with. No one tells me that maybe she was in love with me and she is a lesbian and there was nothing bad about it. Yes I was seventeen and she was in her mid twenties, yes she was the employee and the servant in the house, yes she was not one of us and my mother was protecting me from her and yes my mother at that time did not know that I was a lesbian, she wouldn't know until several years later, and that she was my first love. It was inappropriate for her touch my like that and she got fired.

    But what is true is that I have a thing for girls like her, I have had three girlfriends including her and all three are from south of the border. My girlfriend that I live with, the girlfriend that I came out to my parents about, she and I met in college, she is from a very well to do family in Mexico and she is very well educated and traveled, and she is a lesbian and we happened to have met at college and discovered that we both liked what we each were, she liked that I was tall and toned and blond and blue eyed and I liked that she was petite and brown and intelligent and sweet and affectionate and like my very first love, she has this pussy that is so full, so thick, so hot that I fell in love with her the first time I took her panties off. That's my kind of pussy, sorry to be crude but it is true, when I saw my maid's dark pussy I was turned on and went into heat. Pussy turns me on, sorry again it just does.

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    Straight Female / 23

    Some time ago while at the Movie Cinema I arrived by myself and while sitting and watching the movie. I peed myself! It mostly went into the seat but I stood up for a moment while I was still pissing and it rushed down the back and sides of my legs before I sat down and still kept on going in my pants.

    I must confess I did something that I should probably feel very guilty about! It's not like I was in a rush and I had no time to visit the restroom. If I wanted too I could have got up from my seat. Than went to the woman's restroom to pee.

    It was not an accident! And not only was it not an accident but I purposely went into the movie already with my bladder full, purchased a large size Coca-Cola to take into the theater to drink planning to deliberately wet myself completely. I made such a mess and only for my own sexual fetish. But I don't know if I should feel that guilty or not? By the time I got up and left the seat could no longer absorb much so it kept dripping into the puddle of my urine on the floor. By that time my bladder had already been fully emptied.

    There are no excuses for my accident because I arrived early before the movie started and even went into the restroom to wash my hands. All the stalls where empty at the moment. None of the toilets were in use preventing me from using one. and I really needed to pee. I thought about using the toilet I even entered a restroom stall and looked down at the toilet. I decided that I was going to piss myself during the movie. So instead of using the toilet I went into the theater sat alone an wet myself during the movie because I wanted to.

    We all know it's probably wrong to do this that is one reason I enjoy doing it. You can't have fun without breaking some rules right? But should I feel bad? I made a huge mess but no one was directly hurt. If I am paying for the movie I should be able to have some innocent fun right? I sort of felt guilty. I guess it's a fetish. But I don't know if it is against the law? Probably. It was embarrassing walking out of the theater with wet pee stains all down my blue jeans. If I'm caught I can lie and say it's an accident. After all what girl would wet herself on purpose. I don't think I was seen because it was early and I move quick.

    Remembering back while I was sitting in the seat. Heart pumping away because I was nervous I knew I was being bad. After I started to pee my jeans and kept it going for a while. The warm feeling was out of this world. It felt good not having to use a toilet and just deciding that I'm old enough to wet myself if I feel like it. I won't lie I slipped my hand down there and rubbed my little pussy but only until I got distracted again with the wetting. The worst thing and it's almost a good thing I wanted to poop my jeans too. I pushed and tried but I could not poop myself. So the theater seat would not be messed only wet that day. It's okay the wetting was more than enough to get off to later when I got home.

    I'm knew to this fetish. It mainly sparked in my later teen years. Some time ago I once peed a bed on purpose. But never my own bed. It was only once but it was a Hotel bed. I posted here before. I have only wet myself a few times in my whole life. And I had only pooped myself twice once in the hotel bed. I was naked. And when I got home from that trip I had no choice but to relive that hotel moment and put on some pants and poop myself. I tried to do this a 3rd time at the Cinema but failed.

    But out of the few times I had done bad things like this! One aspect always remained the same? No one caught me red handed. At first that was a blessing. But my thoughts kept getting worse my fantasies were having an accident and someone seeing me. But I knew that would never happen. I never actually wanted to be caught. One day not that long ago I was finished humming and hawing in my thoughts I decided to myself I'm going to have an accident in front of people. I never really believed those thoughts at first.

    It was only a while later that I said TODAY it's going to happen. The work week was over it was now my weekend. Of course when you realize what your planning to do. Your going to be very scared. I defiantly was! So I tried not to think about it. But that made it worse. If you don't think about. You can't come to terms with it. I would never be able to wet in front of people without thinking about it and convincing myself to do it. And that it was okay to do it. So I thought about it. Decided that I would regret not doing this. I woke up. Had my morning coffee. Took a laxative even though I hardly needed one. Since I skipped using the toilet the previous night anyway. I really had to go. I could almost not hold it. Today I was going to mess my pants completely. I won't kid around. Never have I been seen peeing or pooping my pants. Not even by my parents when I was young. I was indeed scared and thinking about quitting. Was my fetish worth this? Was masturbation I would get out of it later worth it?

    I put on a pair of my lightest blue jeans hoping they would show as much wetness and mess. Because I wanted to get caught. I drove to the beach someplace far away I won't be going back too. It was a hot day but before noon. The main group of people have not arrived. This was great because I would only be seen by less people. I felt relieved at first thought 100 people may see me. Now it's 15-20 people probably. My plans was to hide out behind many of these tall trees at the wooded area by the park. The same park that is next to the beach. On the way walking to the trees were I had planned to wet and soil myself in public. The nerves in my body were telling me don't do this! For a moment I stopped where I was. I knew I had to go badly. I could make it back to my car. I could probably also find the restroom.

    I overcame the shame and my fears and started to walk again. No I told myself your going to do this like you planned. It's okay everyone is allowed to have an accident. They don't know it's intended right? It's time to have my accident today! It's only fair that I can have my "Accident" too no matter how many times I call it that I know it's not an accident. I probably can only do this once. As the rumors may spread if this became a repeated thing.

    And that's when it did dawn on me! The mistake I was making....... I'm going to spend my one legit accident hiding behind some trees where very few people would see me until I stepped out into the public and walked back to my car. A lot of people would see me than. But the actual accident would mostly be in secret. I'm wasting my one opportunity to for fill my fetish of purpose shitting myself like a child in public. If I'm going to have an accident. And do it on purpose to be caught red handed. I'm going to do my whole piss and BM into my pants directly in front of people. I'm even going to deliberately grunt even if I'm faking it so they know I'm shitting myself. I could swear that I had already began to wet. But it was only because I was so wet of the thought of going though this. I wanted to touch myself but that would come later. Sure it would be degrading that was part of the thrill right? But no the main aspect was just being a bad dirty girl getting her kicks off by doing such a bold act.

    Where I was standing right now was on the paved walking pass. Nearby water fountain, benches, I could see the beach. Over thirty people were around me. I gulped and thought I should do it right now? Before I can change my mind. Enough people they will easily see the whole thing. I already has a few eyes on me as I looked around. People of all ages both man and woman. Mostly about my age but not everyone.

    I felt that I needed to sit because of a nervous twitch in my leg like having a charlie horse but without any of the pain. I don't think I could start peeing because I was to nervous. Not being able to stand for to much longer I walked and sat down for a moment? Okay what now I thought. I took a drink of an ice cold water I had with me. Not to fill my bladder that was already accomplished. I also needed to take a huge dump. Should I have my pee & poop here on the bench? No I thought I wanted to do it standing. I knew it was all going to come out into my pants very soon even if I changed my mind I may not be able to get out of here without having an actual accident. Well I knew that was not true I had never had issues holding it. I could easily reach the near by restroom. It was right there. But it was urgent that I had to go now! I could barely hold any of it. The BM needed out. But I came here for one reason. I could not calm down enough as even more people arrived as I waited. It got worse...

    Maybe I can't do this in front of all these people? I'm okay if they see me after but not during. Not this many people. So after a moment it clicked into my head though the pain of holding it! The RESTROOM! It would have people in it. But at most like what ten woman? And that would be if it was very busy. I can do this in front of about that many people. I would just have to walk back to my car after. I had no time to think about it further my bowels sent me rushing to the restroom. It was only a moment's walk away. As I was walking I focused on breathing and keeping calm. I knew what was coming but it did not feel real just yet? Of what I planned to do. I was sweating not only with the fear but because it was a little hot. But mostly because I desperately needed to poop. But human bodies are complicated. One moment later before I even reached the restroom. Most of the urge went away. I still needed to piss badly. And I could easily shit if I wanted to. Like if I gave a push I would poop no questions asked. But it was not throbbing anymore I could hold it long enough to make it out of there and back to my car. But the thought of stopping never crossed my mind. Not even for a second now I was ready.

    Only seconds later I reached for the restroom door. And it opened someone was just exiting. I looked nervously into their face knowing what I came here to do. Omg I though is this it? I walked in pondering how bad this was going to be? I knew it would be very rough. I won't look pretty when this is over! I may be attractive but most people don't find woman who just had an accident hot. From how badly I needed to pee and poop it would be a mess! As I got inside almost every stall was taken. I started to realize what I had gotten myself into! Now I was more nervous again. But on the walk to the restroom I came to terms with it. I knew what I wanted! Not only were all but one stall taken. There were many woman at the sinks too. I think there was six stalls. This was the critical moment! Time froze... my lips went numb! Throat went dry... My heart rate was extreme! I could make it to the stall no problem. Heck if I wanted to I could pull my pants down, sit and use the toilet like a regular person. I made it in time!

    The sexual pleasure I got out of wetting at the Cinema has lead me to this? I could not stop thinking about getting caught that time. I needed to have this at least once in my life. And while I was still young.

    At this point I was still stepping towards the empty stall. Another problem came up! If I make it to the stall? What is my plan? Sure I kind of hoped they would all be taken. It was busy! So my accident would seem more beliveable if I could not reach a toilet in time. But the stall door was open I saw the shiny corner of the white porcelain toilet and white plastic seat. If I enter this stall and close the door it's over? And credibility of an actual accident goes out the window! I can't really stall and let anyone else take it? I could maybe wash my hands first! But would anyone desperate enough to crap herself do that? No... So this was the it! IT!!! I had to choose now if it was okay to piss and poop myself. I wanted it! But could I do it? This was no longer a fantasy!

    I AM! I AM gonna do it I told myself. I walked to the stall. Gripped the stall door... I probably did not need to act and look panicked like I was going to have an accident. I already knew I looked like that from the emotions, stress, excitement and fear. This would look so genuine I thought. As much as I may regret it I will regret not doing it. Do I really have no willpower? I do! So I'm going to mess myself now I thought in my head. It's what I wanted! And now I was going to get it.

    As I had the stall door in my hands I stopped myself from going inside and closing it. I came here specifically to be seen. All I had to do was take a deep breath and start!? Not as simple as the those words make it seem. Not only am I leaving the stall door open! But I'm going to stand outside of the stall! Even I can't explain the emotions of doing something so taboo!!! Before I could even have a moment to hesitate I heard to girls all around me in the restroom... A stall opened right next to me too and as a woman came out before I could change my mind... I pushed with everything I had and focused mainly on controlling my breath. Real tears filled my eyes but I was not sad.

    Immediately I felt my urine pour out down my legs my jeans took a moment to dampen, the urine was past my knees and my jeans were still dry looking, urine seeped though them before they started to change color and darken. I pushed very hard by the way! Every bit of strength went into allowing my bladder to relax and empty. I was pissing harder than I intended too. I kind of wanted to rush and get this over with. That's what my mind and body wanted. I wanted to savor it! I was doing such an amazing thing I thought to myself.

    With the small amounts of control I had left in me I turned a tiny bit barely at all and made sure my back was facing the sinks were many woman were. I needed my bum to be in view to enjoy it the most. I had yet to hear anyone notice but to be honest all sounds went silent except my own thoughts. I just wanted to continue peeing forever. I never wanted to stop this taboo act. Wetting in public! But I knew I came here for more than just that. I can't get lost on just the sensation of urinating. It felt so great as my bladder emptied because of were I was doing it, how I was doing it and also because I REALLY had to pee! Woman were watching me! But the part I really feared was not the wet accident I was already having. Only a few seconds later after the splashing sound became loud and filled the restroom. I saw a glimpse of a puddle spreading and tons of urine still traveling down and leaking though. Without even intending my eyes closed.

    Probably a reaction from the fear of knowing what I was doing. And also what I was about to do. I bent over a little. I pushed and now I was shitting myself! All on purpose none of it came out by accident. I continued to purposely push and peed and focused on my bowels and emptied them again! Another mass of shit came out! I shuttered a little. Taking deep breaths as I defecated. I felt it tent out behind me facing all the woman. You can't imagine how it feels. And while it did feel great it also felt like a mountain full of dread and fear! I can't stop it... I can't hide it... And I'm purposely doing more and more! Eyes still closed I could hear and feel the urine! Pooping a little more the mess spread out in my panties. I felt it ride up into my pussy in the front a little and it tugged down on my panties inside my pissy wet jeans.

    I don't remember if I had grunted up to this point! But I remember planning to do that. So as I pushed some more I grunted along with it. It was obvious of what I was doing! At one point I was not even really pushing and I was still grunting a little it was faked but probably sounded like the real thing. Lost in a trance I just continued. I was still in control but I was not really there I was in a trance for a moment. The reality of my actions were not being processed. Up to now every push was deliberate but than couple of them came naturally I could not stop. I don't think every grunt was totally fake but I kept grunting. I needed it to be clear that I'm wetting and messing and it was pretty clear! So by regular reflex not even fully deliberately now I push and more poo came out. Again my body made me push a little more. By now most of the easy shit was already on the outside resting in my panties. I would have to really try harder to go anymore it felt almost done.

    My eyes opened and people were reacting on it. I even heard some comments. I think I heard an are you alright in a comforting way? But I'm not sure? I know for sure others were kind of like OMFG....... some small laughs and I heard the restroom door opening a little. And a stall door opening or closing a few times. I was not doing this directly beside anyone. So everyone except myself was out of the splash zone. But I took a tiny quick look around and I was still kind of bent over having just pushed multiple logs out into my pants. Pee still dropping around my pant legs onto the piss soaked floor even though I was not peeing anymore at that exact moment. The puddle spread out all the way to the near drain that was like two meters away! This was the biggest piss puddle I have ever seen! oh my god... I did this and it was no accident! The urine glistened a little yellow on the white and black speckled marble floor.

    I made sort of eye contact with one person she was probably 10 years older than me. The look on her face is burned into my mind. I felt so embarrassed when I made eye contact? Why did I have to look her in the face? I blushed and teared up a little. Before I felt like I still had to go. So I put my effort into finishing and it took maybe another 10 seconds yes more urine trickled to the floor before my bladder was dry. I had hoped it did not look like I did that last piss fully on purpose after already coming to a stop? But my pants were still dripping the whole time I don't think anyone was paying attention in that kind of way. What girl does THIS on purpose? No one really! But I had really pissed myself completely! My senses were coming back. Even though it was a restroom I knew what I was smelling was me! This smell was not there a moment ago. I defiantly stank. I was hoping I would not smile or look like I was enjoying it. But the fear kept me in check! I was thinking what next? Now I did push one last time and pooped myself a little more no one but myself would have been able to tell. But I did not have the time to keep at it! It seemed like I was done anyways but either way it was time to get out of there!

    Did I say anything? I can't remember? Probably not...... I took one last look around and everyone was looking at me. They said a couple things even to each other. But it was quiet. I made my way outside and as I walked I felt my mess squishing around in my pants. My eyes filled with tears as I got outside and moved past a lot of people! The hot sun and light hit my eyes. But the tears were from shame and enjoyment not the sun. For a bit I may have really been full on crying! To this day I'm not sure if I was crying for real or out enjoy and excitement. It was sexual bliss but at the same time the absolute worst moment in my life. I wanted to explode! I wanted to undo all of this. But it was already done. This woman here, ME choose her pants over the toilet and now I had to deal with the after mass no matter what would happen. I also knew that some of the fear or tears was the reality of it all sinking in as I came down from the main rush! Now I had to face everyone outside. But I told myself this is what I wanted? I did not feel like a full grown woman at that moment in time! Why did I choose to do this as an adult? We all know why! And I'm glad I was able to do it but it took a moment to realize I was glad. But I got a lot of looks from people of both sexes. And various ages. I was paying attention now. People were like Oh my god. And another voice did she pee herself? I don't know how easy it was to see the BM in my pants? Probably not to easy. But the wet pants was all too obvious. I did not hide it either. I thought about hold my hands or walking in a way to hide it. Or to use my purse to cover up! But I resisted that.

    But I proudly and quickly walked though the somewhat crowded area the quickest path back to my car! I could smell what I had done in my pants! Both the urine and feces. It turns me on... I started to really enjoy it more than be scared. The worst parts were over. But that made me a little sad as the best parts were also over. People were still looking in my direction even as I got to my car but I don't think anyone followed. But people around the parking lot noticed. Before I sat in my seat I looked over my shoulders both at the people and secretly down at my bum. The jeans were sagging & bulging and did appear a little brown. As I stood still the smell got worse. I totally smiled a little. I just got away with going potty in my pants! It was kind of too easy. But what did I expect to get arrested or stopped? No accidents happen? Just mine was not an accident and probably only I knew it. I got inside I sat down and all the shit spread everywhere it was a mess and I loved it. Even the overwhelming smell turned me on because it just reinforced the fact of what I did. Before I drove away I imagined what it would have been like to see me? Standing there and messing like that right in the open not even inside a stall. The nerve I had doing such an amazing thing just for fun. It would take a while to get the smell out of my car. Now I'm finished sharing this confession. If you were there and are reading this? You know it was now on purpose? The worst part is? Will I do it again? Can I give in to the temptation? Before I said that it was once in a lifetime. Rumors would spread if I kept doing it. But I can still do this a few more times. And not in the same city twice. And only a few more times in my life. I won't likely do it in front of that many people though. I'm embarrassed to this day. And I somewhat regret it. The mess I also left. But will I ever work up the nerve to do that again? I still don't know. If I can work up the nerve I will. I decided not long ago that I'm going to do it again if possible. But in a place where only a few people are around to see me. But even if it is only a few people next time. I will make sure that those few people who are around see the whole "Accident" next time as well.

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