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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 BF didn't have a clue that I was turned on by peeing or having to pee until one night he told me he had to pee and I said "that's so hot". When he finally got out of the car to pee I asked if I could watch him and he let me. Then we had terrific sex. He caught on real quick, and now he never pees before we go out so that he always has to go sometime during the evening. Sometimes he gets so desperate he squirts in his pants, and he tries to wait until he can pull out his lovely dick and pee in front of me. That really turns me on! Now I want to hold it and aim it in different places. Yea I know I'm a sicki.

    #7819 — Comments (2) — Jan 8, 2004 at 7:55 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Loretta and I had just attended a piano concert and we were waiting in the attended parking garage for an attendant to bring my car forward. Neither of us had been able to go to the bathroom for several hours and both of us had imbibed a few beers just before the concert. Now we were standing on the platform waiting for my car while there were many other patrons doing the same. While I was somewhat uncomfortable with the stress on my bladder, I couldn't help but notice that Loretta was getting desperate for a pee.

    She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and occasionally walked around in a small circle. She was wearing an off-white suit with a straight skirt and powder blue blouse. She didn't mention the cause of her discomfort, as it wasn't the sort of thing ladies did in 1963. And, I didn't mention it either for the same reason. Besides I was beginning to wonder if I would outlast her.

    Finally she told me that she needed to go and wondered if she went to the restroom in the garage if she would hold up the crowd if she were still there when my car was brought down. I must admit that I didn't like the idea of explaining to the crowd that we must wait for my date to pee before I could move my car. So, I told Loretta to hold on a little longer. We would be at Jake's Place in just a few minutes I told her.

    Jake's Place was a favorite after hours club for food, drink, and socializing. That is where we had planned to go after the concert. Loretta now wondered where the ladies' room was located at Jake's. I told her that I didn't remember but I was sure that it was prominent and accessible. The outer muscles on my bladder were contracting and I was getting pretty worried about my own condition, so I reassured her that the ladies' room at Jake's would be forthcoming if she would just put off going until we got there. She agreed to hang on at about the same moment my car was brought down.

    While seated in the car for the 3-block trip to Jake's I had an occasion to grab my member in an effort to resist wetting my pants. I couldn't help but think about Loretta's inability to grab herself as well, since she was trussed up in a tight skirt. She fidgeted the whole way to Jake's and when we parked I have to admit that I couldn't find a parking space very close to the club. When we got out of the car the first thing I did was grab my member and hold on a few seconds while the car concealed me. Loretta gave out a slight moan and sort of doubled up but in a few moments she was standing straight and ready for the block and a half walk to Jake's Place.

    After about a half block walk she moaned that she couldn't hold it any longer and she bent over and crossed her legs. But, all her preventative measures were too little and too late and she proceeded to wet herself there on the sidewalk beside Jake's Place in the dark of night. Her pee was flowing over her crossed leg and therefore wetting her skirt, which was drawn tightly over her leg. I watched as a dark stain began to cover the front of her skirt and then watched as a puddle began to form at her feet. The only reason I didn't lose control and wet myself is because my member was by now hard and erect and incapable of passing urine.

    I walked over to her and put my arm around her shoulder and asked her what she wanted to do. Take me home she demanded and I agreed to do so. She was moaning that she couldn't believe she had done this, that she peed herself like a little girl, that there was no way she could hide what she had done.

    We were back in my car where I had furnished her with a beach towel to sit on so she wouldn't get my car seat wet. My sympathetic feeling for her situation was such that I no longer had an erection and found it necessary to hold myself during the trip to her place. Loretta was silently wishing she could go somewhere besides back to her shared apartment where she would have to show her roommates her wet skirt and pants and I definitely wanted to go somewhere closer than her place as well, before I wet myself. I was definitely on the verge.

    She agreed to go to my apartment since it was closer and she would worry about her situation when we got off the road and I would also worry about my situation in the privacy of my own home.

    The dark stain on the front of her skirt no longer excited me nor did the anticipation of seeing the stain on the back of her skirt. While my date had peed all over herself, my situation was so desperate that I could no longer think of her humiliation as I was on the verge of humiliating myself.

    We pulled into the driveway of my place and I held myself as I circled around my car to open the door for Loretta. Then I let go as I opened her door and then I lost any semblance of bladder control and proceeded to pee all over myself as she exited the car. I couldn't move and she looked at me and let her gaze drop down to my pants where she saw me wetting myself. A dark stain was spreading from my crotch to my ankles. There was no hiding the fact that I was wetting myself. I looked at her and she was smiling. "Shall we slosh our way inside?" she said.

    Although I had come close to wetting myself before, while on a date, this was the only time that it had actually happened. I was totally humiliated and the only thing that kept my head up was the fact that she had humiliated herself first. She teasingly said, "My skirt isn't nearly as wet as your pants."

    #7351 — Comments (0) — Jan 3, 2004 at 6:22 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    To the tune of "hurt". not as good as the other guys, but my try:

    I peed on my girlfriend today
    to see how it would feel
    she woke up and kicked me in the nuts
    and said it WAS a big deal

    What have I become?
    obsessed with stories of pee
    My girlfriend didn't like a golden shower
    and dropped me with her knee

    You could see it all
    my piss - stained pants
    I can't feel my balls
    and she won't give me a second chance
    If I've read twenty pee stories
    I've read one
    posted by the same guy
    on "anonymous confession"

    okay...that's all I have

    #7121 — Comments (5) — Jan 1, 2004 at 12:17 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was 13, I got into skinnydipping. Well, my hot girlfriend and I (I'm I lesbi.) Started doing it, in the pool. Once I really couldn't hold it, I had to go. Now, I just go in her lap. Sometimes we get one leg in one pair of pants each, ans get our vaginas in there, and just pee all over each other. Pee tip: Pee on the girl's boobs. It is soooo sexy! I pee in my pants sometimes in the pool (I go with pants on, if there's guys around) and just pee.

    #7845 — Comments (0) — Jan 1, 2004 at 10:54 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Does anyone have a good story that has to do with sex and pee? Make it nice and long, I like to read while I'm masturbating.

    #7848 — Comments (0) — Jan 1, 2004 at 10:45 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Since I was very young, I have masturbated by let my bladder get full and then pressing down on it while clamping the muscles so no pee comes out. It feels sooooooooooo good. I can come this way four or five times in a row.

    Sometimes, I even do it in public.

    Only once did I have an accident. But it was on the back of the school bus and I was the last stop so no one ever knew because I just tied my sweatshirt around my waist.

    #7851 — Comments (0) — Dec 31, 2003 at 3:25 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was having sex one night. Now, I'll be honest. I'm a geek. BUT my boyfriend was hot hot hot hot! Anyway, I was trying to act all cool, you know, but I really had to go. I was on top of him when my pee went everywhere. He dumped me. Now I just let myself pee in my pants, because it reminds me of him and I think it makes me kinda sexy.

    #7836 — Comments (0) — Dec 31, 2003 at 6:12 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    hi. my girlfriend is so desperate to let me taste her but she cant let go. she tells me she is really bursting and she cant hold any longer but when she squats above me she just cant pee. Since she is so tiny I can see and feel her hard bulging bladder; any ideas on how to make her relax and give me the golden shower that she wants to give me?

    #7854 — Comments (4) — Dec 30, 2003 at 10:21 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    To the tune of "hurt". not as good as the other guys, but my try:

    I peed on my girlfriend today
    to see how it would feel
    she woke up and kicked me in the nuts
    and said it WAS a big deal

    What have I become?
    obsessed with stories of pee
    My girlfriend didn't like a golden shower
    and dropped me with her knee

    You could see it all
    my piss - stained pants
    I can't feel my balls
    and she won't give me a second chance
    If I've read twenty pee stories
    I've read one
    posted by the same guy
    on "anonymous confession"

    okay...that's all I have

    #7840 — Comments (0) — Dec 30, 2003 at 12:41 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Paula is a woman I used to work with in the office of a furniture store. She is in her late forties, pretty with sort curly blonde hair and blue eyes and glasses. However, her looks also reveal a hard life having her husband leave her and supporting a child on her own through a series of low-end clerical jobs where she was never treated well. I saw her need to pee badly at one time and this story feeds off of that event.

    "When will this lady get of the phone?" Paula thought to herself. The woman on the line who kept on talking allowed Paula to at least focus on what was now becoming an urgent need to pee. It was 3:00 and all the coffee at lunch plus the many trips to the water cooler seemed to hit her bladder all at once. But now it seemed the delivery drivers were nowhere to be found and the phone was ringing off the hook, not allowing her to take a much-needed break.

    As the lady went on about the late delivery Paula began to seriously try to hide her need in her seat, pressing her thighs together and gritting her teeth. She dared not to show any outward signs of her need, as this was the office of a respectable furniture store. The bosses and customers were coming in and out all the time. Despite this, she was allowed to dress comfortably in a dark blue sweatshirt and jeans.

    When it was Paula's turn to talk she was finding it difficult to compose herself, she began talking in short sentences, and breathing erratically. She was moving her legs up and down under her desk as she was making a real effort to hold it in. The fullness of her bladder was pressing against her jeans where her belt was and the pain was getting bad.

    Finally she got off the phone but it rang again and she had to take it. Everyone else was on another call. As this customer went on and on about their late delivery, she now had a real emergency on her hands- she had to pee very badly and began to panic about when she would get to the bathroom. She tried to forward this call to the delivery department, and shouted "delivery, line one" over and over in the intercom. She was standing as she did this, shifting from foot to foot, hoping they would pick up and she could go to the bathroom. But they could not pick up so she dealt with the customer on her own.

    "Yes, mam, I, I understand," she would awkwardly reply. When the customer spoke again she bowed her head down, tightly gritted her teeth and pounded her fist on her desk. She then lifted her head up and stared into her computer with a helpless look on her face. She then bent forward as her need increased again.

    She finally got off the phone and leapt from her chair only to be confronted by her boss. She was a mean, much younger woman who could care less about Paula's condition. She handed Paula a list and said these customers had to be called now about the late deliveries. "Yea but I really gotta" Paula said as she tried to do a pee dance as discreetly as possible. Everyone was staring at her and she wanted to die with embarrassment. "Do it" her boss cut her off. This was not a job Paula could not afford to lose and her boss knew that.

    She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs tightly and pressed her hands on her lower belly. Her bladder was throbbing and the pressure on her pee muscle to hold it in made her vagina feel like it was on fire. She tried to make the first call. Her hand shook as she tried to dial but she immediately stopped as her need to pee grew to a level she never felt before. She placed both hands between her thighs, bent forward and winced her eyes shut. She never had to pee this badly before in her life. She was making such an effort to hold it in that she could not focus on anything else. The fact that this happened at work, in front of peers and customers was scary. She did not know what to do.

    A girl at the desk next to her asked her what was wrong. "I really gotta pee badly," she said with sense of panic rarely heard in her voice. She had made a slight puppy-dog face and crossed her legs even tighter and bent forward as she talked. The woman felt sorry for her but there was little she could do and went back to her work.

    Paula noticed the picture of her daughter on her desk and knew she could not lose this job. She tried to compose herself to make at least one call. The customer was furious about being told the delivery would be late an kept right on talking for what seemed like an hour to Paula. When she felt like she might wet her pants for the first time as an adult, she felt she had no choice but to hold her crotch under her desk. She could only hope that no one could see. The possibility of wetting her pants was a reality and she was doing everything to hold it in.

    When she got off the phone, she flew off of her chair only to regain her composure when every one looked up at her. With her thighs clenched together and bent over, she awkwardly began trotting towards the bathroom, totally unsure if she would make it in time. She felt like every muscle from her waist down was being used to hold back her pee.

    "PAULA GET OVER HERE!!!!" her boss shouted just as Paula got to the exit of the main office. Paula shut her eyes to keep from crying as she bent down even further and wrapped one leg around the other. Again she regained her composure by pressing her lips and teeth together. She did a pee dance for a split second then step by awkward step made here way to her boss's office.

    She simply told her she had to go to the bathroom very badly and couldn't wait. Before her boss could reply, she slowly made her way out of the office not sure if she would wet her pants, or still have her job.

    The bathroom was down the hall. As she went through the doors of the main office she was now out of anyone's view. She clamped her hand on her crotch and began an all out sprint down the hall to the ladies room, when a woman who was clearly a customer, well dressed with a receipt in her hand asked Paula for her help.

    She immediately took her hand off her crotch, not sure if the woman had noticed and with legs clamped, as composed as possible tried to be of assistance. The woman then asked where the ladies' room was. Paula wanted to cry when she pointed down the hall. She knew there was only one toilet there and a customer had to go first. The main ladies' room was in the showroom and Paula dare not risk wetting herself on the way there. She waited by the door in agony, as the customer seemed to take her time. She reminded herself what could happen if she wet her pants at work, in front of a customer. That gave her enough incentive to hold on.

    She then felt at that moment she could not hold it in any longer. She did so by placing both hands on her crotch and did a full-fledged pee dance, almost running in circles in front of the door. She then lifted each leg up one at a time, raising each knee and then slamming that foot down, making short breathing sounds and yelling out in pain. Any sense of composure was gone, as the fear of God of wetting her pants had set in. She even began to cry. She kept feeling that she was going to wet her pants, yet somehow kept managing to hold it in.

    Just then the door to the ladies' room opened and the customer came out, paying no attention to Paula. Paula froze for a second as she felt she could not move. She then took one baby step at a time while her legs remained pressed together and both hands on her crotch. Her face was quite a sight as she was wincing in agony and hissing. Once she got into the ladies room she sprinted as best she could to the stall and kicked the door shut.

    As carefully and quickly as she could, she took one hand off her crotch and started to undo her belt. She had to squeeze so hard with her other hand that she almost hurt herself. When her belt was done she popped open her pants button and pulled down her zipper. She tried with one hand to get her pants down but it was no use.

    She scrunched up her face real tight as she tried with all her strength to hold it in. Then with both hands she ripped off her pants and underwear to just above her knees. For a second she was forced to place a hand on her naked crotch as she sat down. She then let a torrent of pee gush out of her. It hit her hand, legs and the top of her pants for a second until she was completely seated.

    "OOOHHHA HHHHH!!!" she yelled as she could finally relax and savor the glorious relief. The scope of her pee stream was so great that it soaked her vagina and hair, which took almost a minute to wipe off when she was finally done. She peed so much the water level in the toilet looked like it rose several inches. When she finally finished, she sat there while she tried to catch her breath and get rid of the dull ache still in her belly.

    When she pulled her pants back up she felt a little wetness but it did not matter. She felt that she had saved her job and her reputation.

    #7865 — Comments (0) — Dec 30, 2003 at 6:04 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
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