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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

    Last week I had to go to a Handy shop in a big shopping mall. My drill didn't work and i had called the shop owner if it is possible to get a new. When I arrived at the shop, it was terribly busy, so I decided to go for a little shopping tour and come back later. It was a very hot day so I went into a cafe and bought an ice cream and a coke and sat out on the balcony. Afterwards, I went into some clothing shops and bought a nice short top. Before I returned to the Handy shop I bought another bottle of coke and then I slowly walked back.

    When I entered the shop, only two guys were inside looking at the shop windows. Behind the counter I saw a big very well built guy with dark brown hair and wonderful blue eyes. I think he was from Croatia. "Hello," I said. "I had called you about four hours ago because my drill doesn't work".

    He smiled at me and took my drill. "Hmm, what's wrong with it?" he wanted to know.

    I explained the problem and noticed that he seemed a little bit nervous. "I think i have to send it to the factory, I have never heard of one doing that before, I am afraid I wouldn't be able to fix that here," he said.

    "Damn," I said, "what shall I do without my drill, I use it every day at work?"

    "Don't worry," he answered, "I will give you my phone number and I can lend you my old one."

    I was totally astonished. "That's very nice of you," I said, and he wrote his number on my left arm. He was very cute!! We felt in a long conversation and after an hour I realized that I had to go to the toilet. But I was really in no hurry to leave. I also started to realize that the cute guy seemed kind of nervous. I looked at him and asked him if something was wrong. He turned a little bit red and answered that he had pee very badly but the small shop had no toilet. I couldn't believe it! "Why don't you close the shop for 5 minutes and go to the toilet at the restaurant?"

    He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. "I can't, because if I do, and my boss finds out, I will be in big trouble." Wow, that's pretty tough! He told me that he had been working since 9:30 a.m. and had to stay working till 5:00 p.m. I looked at my watch. It was now 3:00 p.m.

    A few customers entered the shop and he had to go back to work. I didn't want to go, because it turned me on to watch this strong beautiful guy with desperation in his eyes. I walked up and down in the shop and watched him as he tried to hide his desperation. He was tapping his feet on the ground and couldn't stand still. It took a long time till the people left the shop. But when they were outside he held his penis and started to sigh. "Oh my gosh, I can't hold it longer- I will pee my pants if I can't get to the loo."

    "Shall I watch the shop and you go for a short moment?"

    "No" he answered. "My boss will come within the next hour and when he sees that I am not here, I have a huge problem."

    I laughed, "On the other hand, you will have another very big problem in a short while, now won't you," and while I was laughing I noticed my own very full bladder. He smiled a little bit, but I could see that he was concentrating all his attention on not peeing in his pants.

    We talked another 30 minutes about a lot of things but it seemed like he didn't really listen to a lot of what I said- his attention was elsewhere. Soon, I felt that I had lost a little bit of pee in my pants. I crossed my legs but tried not to show my own desperation. I like the feeling of being desperate.

    The guy seemed to panic. He was looking around and walking up and down. "I can't hold it much longer!!! What the hell shall I do?" He was holding his penis and his stomach and his eyes were full of tears. I could see a wet spot on his light brown trousers. "OH NO!!!" he shouted and ran through a small door. I could hear him peeing on the ground. It seemed like hours until he came back. On the front of his trousers i could see a big wet spot.

    "What have you done," I asked him. He answered with a calm voice that he had peed in the small storeroom. I smiled at him and then turned around to leave.

    It turned me on in a very special way. As I walked to my car, I felt my bladder calling me again. My panties were still a little bit wet and now a bit cold so it was much more difficult to hold in. I would drive quickly home, I thought, and go on the loo there. But it was a big mistake!! At the street there was a big traffic jam. "Oh my goodness!" I shouted. I crossed my legs and held my crotch while I tried to think about something beautiful. But it didn't work. The huge floods of pee caused an unbearable pressure on my bladder. Another big squirt went into my pants. I knew then that I never would make it home so I tried to think of a solution of my problem. But it was too late. I felt that I couldn't hold it any longer. I jumped out of the car and soon my pee was running down my legs. I hid behind the car and let my pee go. It was a very good feeling. Some people watched me peeing through my panties, but i didn't care about that. And thank God, I had worn a skirt, and my car didn't have to have a soaking.

    #7860 — Comments (0) — Jan 13, 2004 at 5:49 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — 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.
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