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For some reason unknown to the Webmaster or many other people in this wide, wonderful world, confessions, or stories, about pee - poo, urine, golden showers, squirting, water sports, and other wet fetishes - have become popular. This is the place to "shower us" with such confessions and wet stories.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My sister had found the idea of standing to pee interesting even before this and I told her I thought it would be a good idea to try so I came into the bathroom with her to make sure no accidents of any sort happened without me being there. She pulled her pants and underwear down and arched her body forward a bit, then she let out a stong, neat stream of pee, which looked much like a boy's stream; it came forward in an arc and landed in the toilet. When she finished she hadn't hardly spilled a drop and she didn't even have to wipe! It could be that the reason she peed standing up so easily (she hadn't held herself or anything) was that she was still young; I heard somewhere that younger girls sometimes pee forward automatically, and that this happens more often than with older girls and women. Back when I was younger I didn't even know that girls could pee standing up until my sister showed me and I was surprised that girls could do it when everybody seemed to think they couldn't. Wonder why that is.... Anyway, when my sister had finished her successful attempt, she said that she would like to always pee that way. Only problem was, my mom wouldn't have it. She's fairly old-fashioned about these sorts of things. *rolls eyes*

    So, are there any gals on here who would like to share another standing-to-pee story?

    #7395 — Comments (2) — Aug 17, 2006 at 6:55 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm 24 years old, blonde, thin but not a skeleton, and neither tall nor short... well enough description. Anyway, since I was a kid I've always had the habit of only peeing at home when possible, so I developed pretty good bladder control. One day I was coming back from a trip with Jessica and Dave, two friends of mine. It was a five hour car trip so as we were coming close to a gas station Dave asked if we should stop to pee. That was after 4 hours of travelling. Jessica was in pretty bad need and Dave was also complaining but I said that I didn't feel the need.

    I had been drinking as much water as they had during the course of the trip so they thought it was strange that I didn't have to pee- I think they thought that I was just faking it and had a full bladder, too. So they stopped and went, but I didn't. I mean; I could have peed if I had wanted to, but I don't like gas station bathrooms too much. As they came back to the car and realized that I didn't go Dave even warned, "there won't be another stop, are you sure you don't need to go?" And I said "Yeah, of course I'm sure," and we drove away.

    Jessica asked if I didn't feel even the slightest urge, and I said I felt there was some liquid to get rid of but didn't feel any urge so I'd rather just wait until I got home, and then I said that I had a pretty strong bladder anyway. "Wow I wish I had your bladder," Jessica said in envy, to which I laughed. Jessica was the kind of girl that had to pee all the time... I would hate being like that- like, making everybody stop whatever is going on so they can find me a bathroom. So unless I'm bursting- I just leave it be and hold on.

    Anyway, after we dropped Jessica off, Dave drove me home. He suggested we go and have some ice cream at a nearby shop so I said "All right, just drop me home so I can change." He put up a sneaky smile and said "and pee, I imagine."

    Yeah, being at home and not having peed for the previous five hours, it sure sounded like a good idea. "Yeah, why?" I asked. "No, never mind," he said and then we arrived at my place. He came in with me and I went off to my room to change. When I came out I went in the direction of the bathroom and he said teasingly "So, the strong-bladdered girl has to give in sometime I guess..." I just said, "Yeah, I do pee once in a while, you know," and continued toward the bathroom. As I was about to close the door he said, "I dare you!" I really didn't understand at first. "You dare me to...?" I asked, peering from the half closed door, as my jeans button was already undone. "Come on, do you really have a strong bladder or not?" he said back. "What do you mean?" I asked, but I already knew what he would say. So I just went on and said, "You think that I'm going to pee because I can't hold it anymore? No way, mister, I'm just going to pee for convenience since I'm at home and such," to which he answered by holding the bathroom door. "Really? Then let's go have ice cream right now..." he said maliciously. I gave him with a strange look and asked, "You mean... no pee?" "Yeah, you don't actually need it do you?" he challenged. I should have slammed the door on his face but part of me wanted to accept the challenge. The truth is that I actually needed to pee by this time, but I wouldn't let that challenge go unanswered. So I buttoned up my jeans and left the bathroom without peeing and said "Nope, let's go." I answered.

    So we had ice cream and since I always have a cup of water with ice cream and Dave knew that, I had to drink one; otherwise he'd be able to tell my bladder was already getting kind of full. Which was very true, since I had just come back from a five-hour drive and had drunk a bottle of Snapple ice tea on the way. But I was determined to stay up to the challenge and only pee when I got back home after that ice cream, and wanted to show no signs of having to pee.

    After we finished he just kept talking on and on and I knew he was trying to delay me. After maybe forty minutes the water I had drunk had already made its course thru my body and now wanted to get out, together with that Snapple and all the additional liquid I had been keeping inside. Now- I felt pretty full but not full enough to, say, pee if not at home :-) Anyway I suggested "So... let's go," to which he answered "Where?" I replied, "I don't know, maybe you can just drop me at home?" "Wanna go right away?" he asked teasingly. "I'm tired," I lied. I actually had to pee with some urgency. "Right," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I don't have to pee, if that's what you are thinking," I quickly answered. "Do you want to have what's left of my water? I don't feel like drinking it," he said, pushing me his unfinished glass of water that was half full. I knew he was challenging me so I just gulped it down as my bladder was screaming "no, no, no, don't drink it!"

    To my relief, we eventually left the place and he drove me home. By the time I arrived it had been more than six hours since my last pee, plus the bottle of Snapple and quite a bit of water. I was going to go pee just as soon as he'd left. But he was smarter than that; he asked, "Can I go check my e-mail on your computer? Mine is broken, as you know," he explained. His was broken, that was a fact. And since we were such close friends, I couldn't say no, otherwise he'd know that I wanted to get rid of him so I could make a rush for the bathroom to let out all the pee. "Sure, why not?" I answered, disappointed that my rush to the bathroom was going to have be postponed.

    So he went to the computer and I stayed in the kitchen. Half an hour later my bladder felt sooo heavy, and since he wasn't looking I stayed with my legs crossed pretty tightly and with a pained expression. Wouldn't he like EVER LEAVE?? Or should I just give in and pee? But I really didn't want to lose the challenge, I don't know why. I guess I'm very competitive, lol. So I just walked in there and stayed in the room with him to try and make him leave.

    As I sat down on the bed I crossed my legs and tried to make it look natural but I guess he figured I was crossing them tighter than normal, so he said "Are you all right?" and I said, "Yeah, why?" Then I uncrossed my legs and kept them half an inch apart as if to prove my point. The truth was that it was necessary to apply some strength to keep the pee inside without crossing my legs. I had to pee SOOOOOOO bad, I think that if I relaxed for just a second a torrent would come out.

    Then he figured out exactly what to do. He jumped at me all of a sudden and started to tickle me all around! It caught me completely off guard. I felt a tidal wave of pee pressing against my peehole as he tickled but managed to maintain control. "Stop! Stop!" I kept pleading. But he just kept on and asked defiantly "Stop? Why?" I finally just said it "I have TO PEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!" loud and clear, and that's what he wanted to hear. "Ahhhhh," he said with a winner face as he stopped tickling, I looked sheepish and was crossing my legs again "Yeah, I lose, okay? I can't take it any more!!!! Damn I'm going to leak all over if I don't go now", I said as I tried to get up -- but he just jumped on me again and began to tickle me even MORE!!!!!!!!!!!! "No please, please, please I have to pee I have to pee I'm gonna leak!" I kept pleading but then it happened... I lost it and started wetting myself all over. The pee from the trip, from the Snapple, from the water- it all just started coming out and I had absolutely no control! Damn, I had really had to pee soooooo badly. Afterwards, I just said "Bastard," in mock-anger but actually with a slight smile, as I lay there all wet. "Are you mad?" He asked cautiously... "No, just... wet," I answered.

    #7394 — Comments (4) — Aug 10, 2006 at 11:30 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I took a bottle of flavored water to school and it tasted so good so I drank the whole bottle in like a minute after that I had to go to the bathroom really bad so I asked me teacher and she said no because to many people have already gone so I could not and we were in a middle of a test and I had to go so bad finally the bell rang and the test was over I rushed to the bathroom and I did not make it my underwear was soaked so it took it off and scrunched it in my hands and put it in my backpack after when I was back in the class my crush asked what Smelled so bad like pee I did not say a word.

    #7393 — Comments (2) — Aug 10, 2006 at 1:43 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Where are these posting originating from. I live in Ontario Canada and was just curious if some of the submission were from around here?

    #7392 — Comments (2) — Aug 5, 2006 at 10:47 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I am a female college student. Last night I was out taking a walk on campus around 11:00. As I had just finished drinking about a liter of water, I started to really have to go. Honestly, I sort of enjoyed the feeling of my full bladder bouncing with every step, so I continued to hold it in.
    After about half an hour of walking and listening to music, I really felt that I couldn't hold it in anymore. I was beginning to get those painful cramps low in my belly that tell me I need a release. I tried to enter one of the campus buildings, hopin to find a bathroom. Unfortunately, it was locked.
    At this point I was really desperate. My muscles were beginning to ache from holding it in. I relaxed for a second, and as I did a few warm droplets leaked out. Surprisingly, the warm wetness in my panties turned me on quite a bit. I was really beginning to enjoy the idea of wetting myself outside. But, I remembered that I would have to be returning back to my room, and I didn't want my roommates to see me with wet leggings.
    My heart began to beat really fast as I looked for somewhere hidden to relieve myself. There were not many people around, but I really didn't want anyone to see me. Meanwhile, my bladder was on fire. With my heart pounding in my ears, I hurried over to a dark spot behind some trees. Suddenly a gush of pee escaped my control and wetted through my panties. I quickly pressed against my peehole to stop the deluge.
    After regaining control, I leaned back against a tree and pulled down my leggings to just below my butt cheeks. Relief poured over me as I let loose a thick stream of warm pee into the dirt and dead leaves. The pee collected in a small puddle that got my feet wet, but as I was wearing flip-flops I didn't care. The hot jet of pee also splashed on my legs, and the feeling of warm pee turned me on even more. I got the strongest urge to masterbate, but seeing as I was out in public I decided against it. Instead, I discreetly rubbed my clit a few times as I rolled my tight pants back up my legs. With my pants back on, I released the last little bit of pee that always come out after I take a piss. With that, I put my headphones back on and continued with my walk.

    #7390 — Comments (7) — Aug 4, 2006 at 10:44 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Nice choice; definately an improvement. Appears to be a female. :)

    #7388 — Comments (11) — Aug 4, 2006 at 8:44 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    hi! this is my first time posting. I'm 27 half japanese half german. My name's Carrie and my boyfriend and i have major pee fetishes.

    5 days ago I woke up having to pee really bad. But for some reason I didn't want to get out of bed (usually i get up and go). I just happen to love that feeling of pressure, panic, and pleasure all at the same time. My boyfriend woke up and I removed his boxers and started to play with his penis. He started to moan with pleasure and started fingering my breasts. In a couple minutes, I really was dying for a piss but I didn't want to get out of bed because of interrupting us. I already knew that my boyfriend had a fetish and I always love to please him. i took my boyfriend out on to the couch and started watching porn. Then I just pushed him down and relieved my bladder on him.

    Does anybody else do this?

    #7387 — Comments (4) — Jul 27, 2006 at 11:54 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm 20 years old, and a college student. Usually, I'm a total goody-two-shoes. Hence the fact that I only had my first drink of alchohol a few nights ago. My roommate and her friends were playing a drinking game which involved The Princess Bride movie (take one shot every time you hear the phrase "As you wish" etc), and it looked like so much fun that I decided to join in. Hence, I had my first taste of whisky. My first several tastes of whisky that is.

    By the end of the movie I was feeling tired and more than a little dizzy, so I went to bed. I slept very soundly for a good nine hours. *Very* soundly. I remember waking up, feeling groggy and confused, and wondering we I felt so cold and wet. Then I touched myself between my legs, and realized that my PJs were soaked. I had wet the bed! It seemed implausible. I don't think I'd ever wet the bed as a child, and here I was 20 years old, and waking up in wet pajammas.

    Worse yet, my roommate was already up, as was one of her friends who had spent the night. I just looked at them and started to cry. There was no way I could hide what I'd done. They were both very nice though, and promised not to tell anyone.

    The fact that I'm writing this story here now just attests to the fact that I can not keep my own secrets!

    #7386 — Comments (4) — Jul 26, 2006 at 11:37 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Mrs. Hauser was my PE coach in college. She was known for being a real bitch, and for having an incredible ass that she always showed off in tight jeans and skin-tight sweat pants. She developed the bitch reputation for not allowing people to leave to use the restroom in her class.

    Inevitably, once or twice a year, she'd make some poor freshman wet their pants in front of the entire class without fail. She seemed to get some type of sadistic pleasure out of watching you squirm until you flooded the pants you were wearing. She was especially mean to the guys, as I unfortunately found out my senior year in college.

    On this particular day, I was running late to class after lunch. This particular day I had been terribly thirsty and drank one of those big Gatorades during lunch in the commons area. Not having time to stop to use the restroom before her class, I decided to take my chances. When I arrived in class, the girl I was in love with, Melissa, was already standing next to her desk. I guess we were boyfriend and girlfriend since we had gone out several times and made out. She always wore skintight jeans that showed off her incredible ass. This particular day was no different. She was decked out in high-rising dark Jordache jeans that gave her a serious camel toe in the front. I was immediately aroused upon seeing her perfect, round butt held in that painted on denim. I took my seat behind her and got ready for class.

    "Sit down. Everyone. You're going to learn CPR today so partner up right now!"

    I partnered with Melissa instantly. I eyed her crotch as she sat sideways in her desk and talked with me. I shifted in my desk a little bit.

    "What's with your legs? Gotta got to the bathroom?"

    I blushed as I realized I had been bouncing my legs. I quickly replied "No" and looked away.

    "You better not need to go to the bathroom in here. She made some guy wet his jeans last week. She's merciless!"

    The thought of going to the bathroom in my pants in front of Melissa and her friends made me shiver. I would never have a chance with her again if I had an accident in front of her. I mean, here I am a 23-year-old man for God's sake. I was really stressing out now. My bladder was already reaching its limits, and we still had an hour to go before I could make a pit stop.

    We stood up and made our way to the floor. I eyed Melissa's ass as she walked in front of me and lay down. I thought this might be my chance to ask Mrs. Hauser for a break.

    "Mrs. Hauser?" I whispered. "Can I got to the bathroom really fast before we start?"

    "Bathroom ? You have to go to the bathroom?" she said loudly. The class grew silent waiting for her reply. "You better go sit down with your partner and cross your legs, because you ain't leaving my class before the bell rings. And you better not piss in your jeans or I'll make you stay in here and mop up your mess!"

    Everyone giggled at my plight. Embarrassed I sat next to Melissa. She looked at me sideways, a bit embarrassed to be my partner now.

    Mrs. Hauser showed us how to do chest compressions and then give mouth to mouth. Her skin-tight grey sweatpants stuck to her curves like paint. Her ass was so big and perfect in those tight pants it drove me crazy. How I'd love to have those legs straddling me. As I drifted off in a daydream, I was snapped back to reality by the urge to pee. I grabbed my crotch instinctively to stem the flow before it could fill my pants. Melissa eyed my predicament.

    &qu ot;What are you doing? Are you going to make it?"

    "I-I-I don't know," I stammered.

    Her friends looked at me and giggled as she rolled her eyes. She leaned over to me and whispered, "If you piss your pants and embarrass me, we're through!"

    I was desperate now. Mrs. Hauser was busy helping other students so I thought I'd make a break for the door. Just as I got to the door with my hand on the knob, I heard her voice.

    "Where do you think you're going?"

    " I have to go really bad Mrs. Hauser. Please!" I said desperately.

    &quo t;Get over here. I need to show everyone how to do chest compressions properly."

    Sweat beaded on my forehead as the entire class watched me walk to the front of the room. I was in trouble. There was no way I was going to be able to hold it in much longer. I can make it five minutes I thought. I would soon find out how wrong I would be.

    "Get on the floor." She said.

    "Please let me go to the bathroom, Mrs. Hauser. I'm going to have an accident!" I pleaded almost in tears now.

    "Shut up and lay down. You had your chance before class!"

    As I lay on the floor, Mrs. Hauser positioned herself over me preparing to give me the fake chest compressions. Her pants were so tight around her crotch that there were literally no wrinkles in her pants, only a camel toe inches from my face. I moved my hand towards my crotch to try and squeeze my penis quickly. Everyone was now gathered around with Melissa and her friends on the front row staring at my crotch waiting for the flood. Mrs. Hauser put her hands on my chest and pushed with a "1, 2, 3 breath!"

    As her hands pressed my chest, I almost went in my pants. I quickly grabbed my penis and squeezed as Melissa's friends giggled at my predicament. Mrs. Hauser saw me grab myself and pushed harder as if hoping to make me piss myself. She pulled her red lips close to mine preparing to give me a breath. This was my last chance I thought. I had to make a break for it. As she moved her lips close to mine, I tried to wiggle out from beneath her weight and get up. Just as I moved, she shifted her weight over me effectively grabbing my shoulders and pinning me to the floor as she forced her face on to mine. The force of her weight slammed me into the floor. The jolt was the final straw. I felt my bladder muscles quiver and then relax, starting the flood on its way to my jeans. My eyes were wide with fear as I felt the torrent make its way to my underwear in a flash. My hands grasped at my crotch in one last effort to stem the impending torrent, but it was too late. Tears welled in my eyes as the hot urine raced into my crotch soaking my underwear. I froze, motionless now with my hands over my penis trying to hide the accident that was unfolding in my tight jeans. The liquid quickly saturated my underwear and poured into my jeans with a deafening hiss. I felt the warmth explode across my crotch and beneath my hands covering my jeans.

    "Oh my God!"

    "He's wetting his pants!"

    I could hear Melissa gasp as the urine filled my pants and spilled onto the floor beneath me. She and her friends stared intently at the dark patch on my jeans as it slowly spread and made its way across my crotch and down the legs of my pants. My jeans glistened as the flood poured unmercifully into my jeans as Mrs. Hauser pinned my shoulders to the floor. She pulled her lips from mine in time to watch the urine racing into my previously light colored jeans. My pants were soaked to the waist now as laughter filled the room. I could feel the hot liquid shooting between my legs and pooling around my butt on the floor. The stench was overwhelming now as the yellow liquid spread out beneath me on the floor soiling my jeans. As I lay there on the floor marinating in my soaked pants, the pee continued flowing now unimpeded into my pants. Mrs. Hauser stood over me with her arms crossed watching me wet my pants. After a full 30 seconds of pissing in my pants, my bladder was finally empty. I had pissed so much the urine had fully soaked my jeans to the waist and even half way up my shirt. The puddle spread 2 feet out around me on each side. I lay there crying as Melissa stood there in her skintight jeans shaking her head at me. I knew I could never face her again after I had wet my pants in front of her.

    #7385 — Comments (8) — Jul 25, 2006 at 5:53 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    hey im a bi sexual girl
    and love seeing pictures of either men or women
    peeing there pants
    anyone have anylikes to website with pictures of fully clothed men or women peeing there pants?

    #7383 — Comments (7) — Jul 17, 2006 at 2:02 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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