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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.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    Did anyone see that HBO movie Walkout that came on HBO this past Saturday(3/18/06). It has Alexa Vega(from Spy Kids)and its about Mexican-Americans in California in 1968. Anyway there's a scene in the first four or five minutes of the movie where Alexa's character is trying to find a bathroom in the school for her friend who is very desperate. Something happened to the girl's bathroom where she couldn't use it so Alexa's friend is holding her stomach moaning and groaning and she is denied to use the teachers' bathroom. To make it short, Alexa's friend had to go behind the tree in the schoolyard while Alexa stood in front of the tree to lookout for anyone. At first I thought she had to pee but then it made me wonder if she had to poop because she was holding her stomach and it took her a long time to relieve herself. So long Alexa asked her "are you done yet?" The other girl smiled while still squatting. Its somewhat brief but an excellent female desperation scene.

    #7422 — Comments (3) — Sep 17, 2006 at 3:26 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    Hey Caitlin, are you done your tests yet I am eager to hear form you again

    PLvrMan

    #7421 — Comments (1) — Sep 16, 2006 at 4:10 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    Im 19. I still live at home. I like wetting my pants but mum doesnt approve and wants me to stop. How can I get the feeling of wetting my pants without getting them wet? Can i do it with tissue or something to get the same affect? Please help!

    #7420 — Comments (8) — Sep 14, 2006 at 5:01 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    It was a Saturday morning. I had already gotten up and was dressed. My husband was in the shower when he called. We were out of soap and he needed a new bar. I got the soap and walked in the bathroom and slid open the shower door just enough to give it to him. He grabbed my wrist and started pulling me into the shower. "Join me", he said and pulled the door all the way open and pulled me in clothes and all.

    The shower was spraying on his back so it kept the water off of me - for now. He pulled me to him and gave me a big, provocative kiss. The sound of the shower gave me a tremendous urge to pee and I told my husband if I stayed any longer, I was going to pee in my pants. He lowered his arms to beneath my butt and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him and as we kissed, the water from the shower started soaking the legs of my jeans. I was really getting turned on. The urge to pee was so strong that I couldn't stop a little bit from squirting out. I could feel the wet spot form in my underwear. "I'm going to pee", I hollered out. My husband just kept holding me tight and we kept kissing. I thought to myself either he doesn't believe me or he wants me to pee in my pants.

    The urge was so great I just couldn't hold it any longer and some more squirted out. I told him "I can't hold it any longer." The harder I tried to hold it the greater the urge became so I gave in and let loose. I started peeing in my pants so hard I could hear the pee coming out. I could feel the warmth running around to my butt. I think my husband felt it on his arms because he looked at me and smilled. I flooded my jeans and it felt great. My husband told me "We'd better rinse you off". He turned around still holding me and the shower started spraying onto my back. I could feel the water running down the back of my jeans and into my underwear. The water started running down the front of my top and into my bra. We just kept kissing and kissing. My husband put me down and turned me around so the shower could finish soaking my clothes. I was wearing a white pull-over top which went completely transparent when it got wet. My bra was clearly visible through my top.

    I was getting so hot and horny that I fell to my knees in the shower, still fully clothed, and stuck his dick in my mouth. Every time I get horny like this, I just want a dick in my mouth. I gave him a blow job for a while stopping only for a second while he pulled my white top off. He played with my tits while I continued giving him a blow job. He pulled my up and unfastened and unzipped my jeans while I continued to give him a blow job. He pulled my soaked jeans down as far as he could manage and reached his hands down the back of my underwear. He unhooked my bra and I let it drop off to the floor of the shower. I just couldn't stand it anymore. I turned around in front of him and bent over. He pulled down my soaking wet underwear and stuffed his dick into my pussy as deep as it would go. Since I had given him a pretty good blow job, he didn't last long and exploded into my pussy shortly after the fucking began.

    I've had this dream for quite a while and have wanted to pee in my pants for my husband. I just didn't expect it to happen today or happen this way. I just can't wait to get pulled into the shower, get my clothes soaked and pee in my jeans again. Hopefully it will be soon!

    #7419 — Comments (2) — Sep 12, 2006 at 9:57 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    hi im new many of these stories are great long desperation stories where they make it, not going in thier pants, are the best anyone agree?

    #7418 — Comments (7) — Sep 11, 2006 at 3:53 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    do guys find it sexy for a girl to be desperate for a pee?

    #7416 — Comments (4) — Sep 10, 2006 at 4:29 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was playing cards with my girl friends at my place one day and we all made bets on who would win, well trying to make the case that I would win was not such a good idea even though I was so good at playing the game itself. I ended up losing my bet and also the game and since the loser had to do whatever everyone said to do, I had to strip completely naked and pee in front of everyone. Well I did have to go pee pretty badly at that point anyways since I'd been drinking too much soda. So feeling embarrassed and like a total loser, I sat there and started Peeing like crazy all over myself and the floor while all the girls laughed and cheered the whole time. I was squirting so hard it totaly soaked the carpet underneath me. Then to make it worse, I was trying so hard not to but I suddenly lost control and I let out a LOUD HISSING FART that only made go pee even harder than I already was. I must have been peeing for at least a good minute or longer, it seemed like forever before I finally finished. All the girls were quite impressed, one of them said, dang girl you can pee way longer than any of us can. But to make a long story short, the bet was if you lost you had to pee naked in front everyone and I ended up having to do so which was so embarrassing. I hope I never have to do that again. I still get teased about it even today from all my friends that were over that day.

    #7415 — Comments (2) — Sep 10, 2006 at 2:06 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    i know what it feels like for a man to pee in the bath because i am but i have always wondered what it feels like for a women to pee in the bath. please tell us man what it is like.

    #7414 — Comments (7) — Sep 9, 2006 at 1:50 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Hello Caitlin,

    I have yet another pee idea for you.....

    you said you like to pee outdoors. So how about wearing a skirt with no panties and peeing outside somewhere were it is relativly busy with people.

    Well let me know what you think.

    PLvrMan

    #7413 — Comments (2) — Sep 9, 2006 at 10:06 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    We had been dating for a couple years so we were pretty comfortable talking about just about everything. Tonya (not her real name)was one of those small framed girls that also had a small bladder, seemed she always had to go to the bathroom. For example she would come out of a movie almost peeing her pants or would have to stand up and go pee in the middle of the movie. There was this one time when she casually said she wished she had a bigger bladder... which was when I offered to "coach" her. At first she looked at me with a funny face as if I was kidding but then I said it was for real; if she wanted I'd coach her into being able to hold more pee. She laughed at the idea and I thought she had forgotten about it.

    About a month later we went to a movie and it was so good that she didn't want to leave to pee. After the end she said she needed to stop by the ladies, that she needed to pee pretty bad. "Will my coach allow it?" she asked, kidding, and it took me a moment to jog my memory as to what that was about. I just laughed and took her to the place where the toilets were but there was a huge line for the girl's. I noticed Tonya looking at it in dismay.

    "Looks like it'll be a while..." I said, looking at the line too.

    "Sorry to make you wait baby, I really have to go," she answered and joined the line. It's not like she was desperate, but she just thought she shouldn't leave the mall without peeing first. Getting over that concept was of course one of the first lessons I was going to "coach" her about...

    " Say we go home... it's a fifteen minute drive after all, and it'll take you a lot longer than that to wait here in line..." I suggested. She looked at me, looked at the line then back at me and said "yeah, I guess you're right" and she reluctantly stepped out of the line and went with me to the parking lot outside. As we got in the car I asked, "Are you all right?" "I have to go pretty bad, believe me, but I can try and wait till we get to your place."
    She got out of the car and I saw her press her thighs together as she was waiting for me to open the door to the house. As soon as we were in she made a beeline to the bathroom. I crossed in front of her to tease her and she said "C'mon, don't do that, I have to pee..." and went around me to continue her way toward the bathroom. "What if your coach says you shouldn't?" I tried out saying, afraid of what she would answer. She stopped at the bathroom threshold and glanced back, pressing her thighs together again. "What do you mean I shouldn't?" she asked suspiciously. "I mean, if you want... I'll coach you into getting less dependent on the bathroom... like you said once..." it was really awkward; I wished I hadn't said anything. But it turned out that she accepted it from that point on, so I thanked myself for having had that idea.

    "And the coaching begins now??" she asked, slightly bringing a knee in front of the other but not crossing her legs all the way.

    "Yeah, right now!" I answered more confidently.

    "Can't I just pee before? Real quick?" she asked.

    "Like I said... it's your choice... I'm not going to stop you. I just think that you shouldn't pee right now," I said like I didn't care.

    "I haven't peed since before the movie in case you didn't notice," she answered, trying to persuade me to let her pee.

    "Well, neither have I, and I don't feel any great need to go," I answered.

    "Well I have to go really bad" she pleaded.

    "Then go," I answered quickly. Reverse psychology really does wonders.

    "All right!" she said with a decided face. "When can I pee, coach?"

    Now we were talking. "Will & Grace is on in 15 minutes." God I hated that show, but she liked it and always watched it. "Pee right after it finishes."

    She bit her lip and glanced back at the inviting toilet trying to resist the temptation of sitting there, pulling her pants down and ahhhhh... NO she had to stop thinking about that.

    "Okay, but if I have to go real bad I'm going to go early," she said.

    "No problem. Like I said, no one is stopping you..."

    Like I said, reverse psychology does wonders. She took it as a challenge.

    "I'll pee when it ends, all right," she accepted and backed away from the bathroom and came to the sofa.

    When the first commercial break came in I noticed her fidgeting, adjusting her pants and with her hand close to her crotch.

    "Lesson number one. Don't think about it. Act normal. C'mon, relax and enjoy the show like everything is normal."

    "I can't relax too much unless you'd want a wet couch. God I have to pee," she protested.

    "C'mon ignore it... you don't have to pee. It's all in your mind."

    "Yeah, then there's like a gallon of 'mind' in my bladder!"

    "If you have to go pee, just do it..." I answered. That was a killer.

    "All right! Won't be long until W&G is over anyway," she answered trying to convince herself.

    "That's the spirit."

    I saw her shift position and sit cross-legged.

    "That's a no-no," I intervened, putting one hand on each of her legs and uncrossed them gently, placing them slightly apart.

    "What do you mean I can't cross my legs? It's normal..."

    &quo t;I know you never cross your legs watching TV at home... you're just doing it because you have to pee!" I accused.

    "All right, so I'm crossing my legs because I haven't peed in ages, so what?"

    "Leave that to when you're desperate to pee... for now, no crossing and no grabbing yourself. Act normal..." I explained.

    She looked at me with a funny face but accepted. "All right," she sat back with her legs slightly apart and pulled her hand well away from her crotch.

    A few minutes later the next commercial break came in and she crossed her legs again and she quickly uncrossed them when I glanced at her. "Okay, okay, no crossing, no crossing" she said, feeling that I was about to reprimand her.

    She tried to sit still during the commercials but I saw her toes wriggling and she seemed desperate to cross her legs.

    The show came on again and she started fidgeting a lot and didn't seem to mind my silent criticism. When the next commercial break came it she stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom, keeping her legs tightly together...

    "Gi ving up?" I said.

    She stopped and turned back to face me, "C'mon I almost made it to the end of the show, you can go on coaching me some other time... I have to go sooo bad!" and turned back and got in the bathroom.

    She half-closed the door and I knew by the sound of it that she was taking her jeans and panties off and sitting on the toilet. She was going to pee any moment now.

    "You disappoint me soldier," I said jokingly, and she laughed.

    I was expecting to hear a waterfall of pee but to my surprise I didn't hear anything. I just heard the sound of her zipping her zipper and buttoning back up and coming out of the bathroom biting her lip.

    "W&G is almost over right? This is the last commercial break?"

    I smiled broadly. "Good girl!" I said. Then I made a suspicious face. "Sure you didn't pee?"

    "Look at me, does it look like I peed?" She was crossing her legs with her knees bent.

    "Hell no," I said. "Not even a little drop?" I insisted.

    "Nothing baby. One hundred percent dry. Zero pee sir." That was her attempt at army-talk- hahaha.

    She sat back on the couch with her legs crossed. I was going to say something but she said it first.

    "Crossing legs now a must," she said quickly and resumed her attention on holding her pee.

    Halfway through the last part of W&G she shoved her right hand between her legs and looked about to scream in need. But then it eased off and she went back to looking just uncomfortable.

    W&G finally ended and she made a face of absolute relief and said, "Thank God. I have freaking lake Mississippi here between my legs."

    She got up and limped to the bathroom with her legs crossed.

    "I can pee now, right?" she asked me with a pained expression, afraid that I'd make up something else to prevent her from going.

    "If you want... but there's one last thing," I said sadistically.

    Sh e grimaced in need. "What it is now?" she asked impatiently.

    &quo t;You are a lady, you shouldn't run to the bathroom like that, as if you were some kid..." I said.

    "What do you mean???" she asked, hopping on one foot.

    "C'mon, come over here," I said, pointing to where I was, which was near the couch and about 20 steps away from the bathroom.

    "I'm about to pour a freaking gallon of pee on your carpet and you're telling me to walk over there just to walk back again to the bathroom?" she asked.

    "No, you'll walk back to the bathroom like a lady should. With elegance."

    She grimaced and looked at the toilet, so near... she could just blow it all over and rush there to pee and she needed it so bad. But her pride didn't allow it.

    She hobbled back to the place I was pointing to and stood there with her legs crossed and hopping around.

    "N ow, calmly say that you'll go to the bathroom and go there slowly and elegantly. No crossing legs, no grabbing, no hopping. You can do it."

    "I'll go to the bathroom" she said hurriedly to comply with the instructions and walked not so slowly but without grabbing herself when she arrived near the threshold I stopped her and she looked as if she was going to murder me right there.

    "A lady doesn't say it like that. Go back and try again... and walk slower. I want to feel class and elegance," I demanded.

    She clenched her teeth. "You bastard, c'mon, I can barely think anymore, my pee is about to start coming out of my ears for heavens sake!"

    "Your call..." I said. Ha! Reverse psychology.

    She limped back to the starting spot again, took a deep breath, made a "rich madam with poodle" face and said calmly, "Excuse me while I go freshen up" and started walking slowly to the bathroom, with small and light steps. I was impressed. If I didn't know better I'd hardly tell that behind that acting there was a bladder filled up to the size of a watermelon and that she had been pleading to pee for hours. For a moment I got suspicious that she had snuck up and peed while I was not looking.

    She made it to the threshold where I stopped her again, but this time she acted out a calm face and said "So, Mr. Coach, satisfied? May I go freshen up now?" She was perfectly still. But the truth is that she was using up her last ounce of strength to keep the act together. She felt her pee start oozing out of her bladder just inches from exiting her aching little pee-hole.
    She was sooo sexy, trying to make a lady impression while holding a nearly exploding bladder... I just had to kiss her loudly and run my hands up and down her body but when I ran my hand down her belly she complained - damn! It was rock hard; she wasn't faking at all. She kissed me back and we started to make out but then she grunted and I felt something wet. I looked down and saw her completely leaking all over and it just kept coming out like there was no end to it. I don't think she ever held that much pee in her life. We kept making out and well... she ended up not needing a bathroom at all but we did need several towels and I was impressed at how much her little bladder managed to hold.

    #7412 — Comments (3) — Sep 7, 2006 at 8:11 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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