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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

    I'm the only girl in a group of guy friends. We like to play funny harmless prank. So one day at school this girl, I'll call her Gaby, really pissed us off by saying "I will never be embaressed then you must be, befriending only boys at age 16." It kind of upset me, and when I told my friends they said, "She wants embaressment? We can do it." Or something like that. I called Gaby and said I was upset by what she said, and pretended to cry. I said how I was never acepted by girls and I always wanted someone to do my makeup and choose outfits with. She's a sweethearted person so she asked me to sleepover that Friday night. I went over, and gave her a little gift. We had a long night. So the next morning I faked a call on my cell phone and told Gaby all my friends were catching an early movie and hanging out at the mall a few towns away. She likes one of the boys in my clan, so agreed to tag along. We made sure she ate tons of buttered popcorn and when she complained of thirst I ran out at got her a 64 ounce Code Red Mountain Dew. (in case your interested, Code Red is proven to pass through your body fast...try it!). She drank at it all, and then we said wed treat her to lunch. My guy friend, ill call him "J", got the dranks and slipped a supposatory in hers. He said that it would make her be able to control her bladder for an hour, then she would get badly desperate. So we shopped around, sometiems with the boys, sometimes not, then we went into that store "Origin". It had a few mini waterfalls to calm people, and when she saw them she tensed up and grabbed me. I knew what was happening so I said "Don't tickle me!!' and tickled her. whispoered. Then, innocently, I said, What is it Gabs?? She looked despereate and said, "I have to get to a bathroom immediately. It's an emergency. I have to pee so bad, Stella." I said, youll be fine, give me too more minutes ok? She sighed and pushed herself into a corner, bubbling around. I took a good 15 minutes paying. It was amazing. She had her hand jammed tight into her jeans when came to get her. I said fine lets ask someone about a bathroom. She was so happy, but I noticed she could hardly walk, it was GREAT to watch her suffer. I made her do three escalators before she loudly said Stella, RIGHT NOW, please, you don't UNDERSTNAD, and started pushing her ugly fat vagina (shes actually super skinny, and was wearing tight fad-like jeans. I gotta get to the bottom. She yelled I gotta piss irhgt now. I said youll be fine and she looked so pained. She saw the place with fountains and toilets and tried to hobble over, totally crying. All the guys showed up right there and said mmm were thirsty got out water and strted drink so fast that Gaby didnt even have a minute to regain her cool. She was instantly wetting her pants, super bad too becaus eshe had a drink or two, CODE RED and a peeing pill. "J" took her picture as she peed and cried. She was frozen in her spot when she walked away. It was classic even though one of my friends said he felt really bad because he has an overactive bladder and knows how she had to feel. IT WAS GREAT!!!

    #7905 — Comments (2) — Feb 16, 2004 at 12:03 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    Hey, I really like reading the *wet stories* but I find that they are always really really long... is there anyone out there who writes fake ones that maybe wouldn't mind just writing a sweet short one for me?

    #7896 — Comments (4) — Feb 15, 2004 at 1:22 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    It was a warm Saturday afternoon and I had been enjoying lunch at a riverside restaurant with three girlfriends. Marcus,(made up name) my boyfriend, had promised to pick me up on his way back from work at 2:30pm but was late, so at 2:50pm I was standing alone in the car park waiting for him. I had drunk three glasses of wine at lunch and was feeling pleasantly merry, but also in desperate need of a wee. I had declined to use the facilities in the restaurant as we were only a five minute drive from home and I knew how much Marcus hated to be kept waiting; but now I was the one being kept waiting, and to make matters worse the restaurant and its toilet were now closed for the afternoon!

    Cursing Marcus under my breath, I moved from foot to foot and tried to distract myself from my predicament. When I thought no one was looking I grabbed my pussy and pushed as much pressure as my hand could muster on my aching pee hole. I looked around for a convenient spot where I might relieve myself, but although there was plenty of vegetation in which to shelter at the bottom of the restaurant garden it afforded little coverage on the riverside, and I was reluctant to take down my knickers for the entertainment of the weekend boating crowd!

    I knew I was losing control of the situation as I felt a small amount of pee dribble into my underpants and dampen slightly my pubic fringe. I knew now if I went back to the restaurant and asked special permission to use the toilet, as I should have done twenty minutes earlier, I was likely to have an accident in my khaki pants and completely humiliate myself in front of the waiting staff. It wasn't the accident that bothered me so much - I had wet myself on a number of occasions as a girl, like any other child, but my parents or teacher had never made that much fuss about it, reasoning that it was just a regular part of childhood - but the fact that the clothing I was wearing on that day would do nothing to hide the evidence and spare my blushes!

    I think the combination of the wine and the afternoon heat had muddled my mind, because I decided that if I was to pee a little in my panties it wouldn't show from the outside and I would relieve sufficient pressure from my bladder to allow me to get home without completely wetting myself. I soon discovered the fallacy of this thinking as I looked down to check the state of my pants after what I thought was only a brief sprinkle, and was horrified to find a teacup-sized damp patch clearly marked on my crotch, and slowly spreading outwards! Worse still, my urge to pee had intensified rather than diminished so that now my pee hole was on fire and screaming for a total release.

    Panicking, I tried to hide the wetness with my handbag, but I knew I was rapidly losing control over my swollen bladder and I began to cry a little out of frustration at the ridiculousness of my situation. As I lost control of my emotions, so I lost control of my bodily functions and the floodgates were released. I felt my cotton knickers swell gently like an inflating balloon - a sensation that I would have welcomed as curiously pleasant had I not been conscious of the fact that I was about to humiliate myself in public - before softly exploding and depositing their watery contents down my legs and into my shoes. I stood frozen to the spot for half a minute, peeing steadily into my own clothing and crying softly to myself as I did so.

    I had no time to think about my predicament because Marcus' car came into view in the car park and he drew up alongside me. Despite the look of astonishment on his face, he clearly didn't need to ask what had happened, but in a flustered and slightly bemused manner apologized for being late. All I could manage to do was to nod miserably through my tears. This pretty little girl was standing here in a pool of her own wee, the crotch, bottom and inner thighs of my pants completely saturated and glistening in the July sun. As I shifted my feet gingerly, I could feel my toes squelching about in the soft fabric of my socks. My trouser were clinging awkwardly to my pee-drenched skin, but the warm feeling in my knickers, around my bottom and private parts, was oddly comforting and prevented me from breaking down completely.

    Marcus opened the passenger door but then told me to wait while he found something to put on the seat to protect the suede leather. I just stood there meekly, my face burning red with embarrassment, and wished the earth would swallow me up. A minute later, he came round to my side of the car and announced gently that he could not find a covering for the seat: "You'll just have to take those wet things off and dry yourself as best as you can".

    "B ut I've got nothing else to change into," I replied in a small voice.

    "Come on, it's only a short ride home, don't make a fuss."

    Seeing no alternative, I undid the laces of my trainers and kicked them off. Then I bent down to peel off my soaking wet socks. Standing barefooted on the grass verge of the car park, I once again became conscious of where I was and panicked. "Please Marcus, don't make me do this."

    "Becky, don't be silly now," he retorted in an altogether more irritable tone of voice. "You've wet your trousers in public, goodness knows how, now don't embarrass yourself any further by making a scene. You're not ruining my car. Or perhaps you'd rather walk home in your present condition?" he added maliciously.

    Taken aback by his sharp tone, I undid the belt of my trousers and with some difficulty peeled the clammy garment down off my legs. Now all I had to hide my modesty were my little pink knickers, and these weren't doing that job too successfully as I could feel the damp fabric had rode up into my bottom and was clinging tightly to my private parts. I could not see through my tears if anyone had witnessed my accident or was observing me now, I was just determined to get into the car as soon as possible. I slid down my knickers and stepped out of them quickly and, without daring to stand up, hurried to retrieve my wet things, my plump white bottom, that Marcus had so often enjoyed in private, now bared and on display for all to see; not because anyone wanted to see it, but because I had disgraced myself and was now being treated like a little girl.

    Half crouching, I turned to face the car to hide from public view my equally naked genitals. Not wishing to irritate Marcus any further, and thereby prolong my ordeal, I made some attempt to wipe my bottom and privates with the one remaining dry part of my slacks. I could feel a gentle breeze ruffle through the sparse ginger hair of my pubic bush, and as I passed the fabric over my crotch, I could feel my inner lips pout ever so slightly; "Great," I thought to myself, "Here I am half-naked in a public car park and all I can think about doing is touching myself!"

    Holding my wet clothes, I stepped gingerly into the safety of the car; faintly aware that by doing so I was exposing more of myself to Marcus than I would normally chose. The cold leather seat felt strange and unfamiliar against the skin of my bare bottom, but at least now I was away from prying eyes. I put my clothes on the rubber mat in the foot well and, keeping my legs closed as tightly as possible, used my hands to cover my privates as best as possible. Yet the feel of the rubber matting against my bare feet reminded me of what I had done and made me feel very small indeed; like when I was twelve and had forgotten my PE kit and the teacher made me do the lesson in underwear and bare feet - only what would I have given now for some dry underpants!

    We drove home in embarrassed silence, yet I could detect by his facial expressions that Marcus was by now more amused than angry. By the time we got home, there was a positively mischievous glint in his eye and a bulge in his pants. Adopting the tone of a stern headmaster, he refused to let me in through the front door but instructed me to wait by the gate to the garden for him to let me in. Reluctantly prizing my sticky bottom off the leather seat, I hurried to the gate and waited there anxiously, hands in front of me, hoping that none of the neighbors would drive past.

    After what seemed an unnecessarily long time, Marcus let me in and guided me to the outdoor tap where he proceeded to hose down my bottom half with cold water. Extraordinarily, even though I had peed something like two pints I found myself desperate to go again. Deciding that any pretence at modesty was futile in view of what had happened, I just stood there in front of Marcus, opened my legs so that my private parts were completely exposed, and weed all down my legs, feeling the hot fluid splash over my bare feet. The sight sent Marcus wild, and he hosed me down again, 'accidentally' soaking my blouse, so I was obliged at his command to take off my only remaining garment and run around the garden in my birthday suit to dry off. Now completely in the spirit of things, Marcus attempted to get me to wear a makeshift 'nappy', but I drew the line at that, so in a fit of mock rage he locked me in the garden without a stitch of clothing! He later relented, but would only allow me to wear a T-shirt, which did not cover my naked bottom-half, on account of my "extreme naughtiness."

    As you might imagine, I went to bed that night feeling a very naughty girl indeed!

    #7893 — Comments (0) — Feb 14, 2004 at 7:29 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I have a question: If I wanted to pee in the shower, would it stain the white tub underneath? Also, if I did, what is the best way to go? Standing? Squatting? Please help me!

    #7877 — Comments (6) — Feb 3, 2004 at 5:01 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I have been peeing for ten years, but only by myself at home. This is the first time I have had the experience of playing with anyone else.

    Fiona arrived at my house at 7am for the 100-mile drive to Bristol for the shopping expedition that we had planned. I had known Fiona for about 20 years as the fairly attractive, but quiet daughter of my fathers' friends, but up until recently we had not really been friends, only acquaintances, which had changed after meeting by chance in the pub three months ago.

    We drove up the motorway in good spirits, looking forward to the day's shopping ahead. I was already starting to feel a little pressure on my bladder following the three cups on coffee I had drunk before leaving home.

    When we arrived at the superstore, Fiona announced that she was hungry, and that we should have breakfast before starting the great shop. I reluctantly agreed, thinking that a bacon sandwich and a coffee would not take very long.

    How wrong can you be? The queue went on into the next county, and the coffee was on free refill, so I drunk far more than was good for me, and by the time we came out of the coffee shop I was desperate. Fiona was quite twitchy as well when we looked for the loo.

    Again we queued, but for the loo this time. By the time we reached the front of the queue we were both dancing from foot to foot, but agreed to share a cubicle so that we did not get separated by the giant crowds surging around the store, and also so that I could watch Fiona pee, unbeknown to her.

    We squeezed into the cubicle and Fiona immediately dropped her jeans around her ankles to reveal a little white thong with a tiny damp patch between her legs. The thong went down and Fiona dropped gratefully onto the seat. The hissing of her wee into the toilet got louder and louder and her eyes screwed up as she pushed out the last drops followed by a tiny fart.

    "Whoops, sorry!" Fiona remarked without embarrassment.

    Sh e dried herself off, and then shuffled aside to let me in. I lowered my jeans and panties and slowly sat down. I glanced at Fiona only to discover that she was not looking at my face, but straight at my shaven pussy. I peed lustily and loudly, and when I had finished, dabbed myself carefully with toilet roll. During the whole performance, Fiona's eyes had not left my crotch, so instead of the usual wriggle into the jeans I just stood up.

    I half turned towards her and her eye caught mine. I leaned forward and placing one hand on either of her cheeks, I kissed her. This was my first girl on girl kiss, and it became rather more than that an instant later as I felt her hand between my legs.

    "Is that how it is?" I asked her quietly, and she assured me that she had been thinking of little else since we had planned this trip.

    "I have been trying to think of a way to get you naked and alone, and it seems that I have half succeeded," she whispered.

    Well, I thought to myself, if that is what she has been dreaming of, who was I to disappoint my new friend. I grasped the bottom of my sweatshirt and lifted it above my breasts so that Fiona could see all she wanted.

    It did not seem that she was unhappy with what she saw as I felt her finger slide up inside me as she slid her mouth towards my stiffening nipple, hidden inside a lace push up bra. Fiona caught me between her teeth and bit down very gently. I was by this time getting quite wet, and I assumed that a reciprocal arrangement was in order.

    My hand moved easily inside her still undone jeans and encountered just about the wettest pussy possible. It took only a twist of the wrist and two of my fingers entered into that most secret place that Fiona had obviously been lubricating just for me.

    We played for about five minutes, blissfully unaware of the queues outside, and as an orgasm was building inside me Fiona dropped to her knees and began to suck on my clitoris. I came in a matter of seconds and sat down in a daze on the toilet seat.

    "Do you want..."? I began to ask her, but was silenced by her tongue.

    "Later, " she replied as she zipped herself up and prepared to shop.

    ... to be continued in part 2 if you like?

    #7869 — Comments (2) — Feb 3, 2004 at 6:47 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm usually not into wetting myself at 22 yrs old but recently something really unexpected happened to me. I went out with some friends, got really pissed at one of them after drinking a few beers so I headed back home. This never happened to me before but in my car I suddenly realized I had forgotten to pee before leaving the place. While I was looking for a place where I could pull in and pee I suddenly lost a couple of spurts. I quickly shoved a hand between my legs and attempted to cross my legs but my jeans were too tight to allow me and I couldn't apply the needed holding pressure on my pee hole to keep it in. I just really truely couldn't hold it anymore and I didn't, most of all, want to wet my car seat so I desperatly tried to hold it with every ounce of strength I could find down there. Nothing worked and the pee continued to leak out of my body. I just knew there was the start of a stain already so I stopped the car right there in the street and peed next to a tree. In my desperate state I had pulled my already wet jeans down but at that point since it was already gushing out of me full force I left my panties on. When it finally stopped I wanted to take them off but my jeans and shoes wouldn't allow that so I pulled them both back up and got back in my car wondering if anyone had been looking out their window at me. My panties, jeans, and my car seat were SOAKED and even today I can still spot a stain on the seat.

    #7817 — Comments (0) — Jan 29, 2004 at 9:40 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    I was in my car one day and had to pee really bad but i knew i was almost home so i was holding it. All of a sudden, I turned the corner and there was mounds of traffic everywhere. I panicked, i felt i wouldnt make it. I skae kept shaking around and telling myself i wouldnt pee myself at 17. As I pulled into the intersection, I knew it was gonna gush out. The light turned red. I grabbed a bag out of the back seat and pulled my pants down, not caring for anything. I sat there pissing in it while some was spilling out. I looked over to the car next to me and a guy was laughing at me, sitting there in his pick-up. I flicked him off and dorve away. What I found out was that he started to follow me. As I pulled into my driveway, he stopped in front of my house, got out of the car and asked me for my number. I was so embarrassed I could cry.

    #7773 — Comments (1) — Jan 28, 2004 at 8:27 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    About a year ago, I was in a musical. I was doing a scene when right out of the blue, i felt that i had to pee but i couldn't cause I had no time so I ended up peeing in my pants. Luckily no one saw but for some reason my drama teacher slaped me on the butt and when I looked at her, she gave me a weird look and then wiped her hand on a towel. I knew that she knew. The embarrassing part is that she told my mom who made me go home and tell my brother what I had done to embarrass me so i'd never do it again.

    #7827 — Comments (1) — Jan 28, 2004 at 8:17 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    Bonnie and I met the first day of Secretarial School. We ate lunch together the first day and found we had a lot in common; movies, boys, music, boys, books, boys..

    Bonnie was telling me she couldn't find an apartment she could afford. I couldn't believe it because I had an apartment I could no longer afford and was thinking of giving it up.

    "How does $200 a month each and we can live together sound," I said. Bonnie was ecstatic. Her dilemma had been distracting her and now her problem was solved.

    She moved in that night. We both realized we would be giving up some privacy because my apartment only had one bedroom and one bed. At least it was a queen size, Bonnie mused. She had never slept with a roommate before but what could it hurt. I had another slight problem I had to share with Bonnie, so I said. "I have one more thing to tell you. You may want to pack and leave after I tell you but its only fair that you know."

    "Wh at's that, Bonnie asked curiously. How bad can it be?"

    "Well I have to set my alarm clock for 2:30 every night to get up and pee. If I don't I almost always wet the bed.

    Bonnie laughed. "Is that all. That's not a problem. I probably won't even hear it that time of the night. I'm a pretty sound sleeper. We both giggled as we hauled the last of Bonnie's clothes from her car.

    It was our 7th night together as roommates. We had ordered a pizza and had a few beers and later my alarm went off but I guess I didn't hear it.

    Bonnie awoke with a strange odor coming from under the covers. She turned in the bed and felt the warm wetness squishing her leg. She lifted the covers and smelled the strong aroma of piss. She didn't know why but it overwhelmed her as she later told me what happened. She said she saw my firm, round ass cheeks and my panties glued to the crack of my ass from the wetness and before her fingers could even reach her pussy she came.

    "UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," ; she confessed she moaned, as the orgasm swept over her. God, what came over me, she wondered. That's never happened to me before.

    Suddenly I woke up and I knew immediately what I had done and I turned to Bonnie in total embarrassment.

    &qu ot;I'm soooo sorry Bonnie, I cried. I'm so ashamed of myself."

    "H ey, don't be, Bonnie said to me. Don't worry about it."

    We got up and changed the sheets. I had taken the precaution long ago to put a rubber covering over the mattress so I wouldn't ever leave any permanent odor or stains.

    A couple days went by and Bonnie couldn't get that morning out of her mind. The aroma, the feeling of the warm urine soaking her t-shirt and legs, not to mention the sight of my round, little ass cheeks sucking those piss soaked cotton panties up into her crack, as she told me, and that night, after I fell asleep, Bonnie turned the alarm clock off. She laid in bed awake all night waiting.

    Suddenly, without warning, she felt my warm pee soaking her leg. It was coming in a hard stream, splashing over her panties and shirt, she told me. She began to cum immediately. Her body was racked with orgasms. She was fingering her pussy vigorously, not wanting it to ever stop. When the last orgasm subsided she fell into a deep sleep.

    "I don't understand why the alarm clock was turned off, she heard me mumble. I'm sure I turned it on."

    "You turned something on alright, Bonnie hissed at me. It was me."

    Bonnie then grabbed me and pulled me on top of her. "Do you have to piss right now," she whispered?

    "Yes, I answered. I'm going to go to the bathroom."

    "Piss now, Bonnie ordered. The sheets are already soaked. Piss now!!!"

    She said she felt the the hot gush hit her pussy and she went out of her mind as an intense orgasm exploded between her legs. She said she never felt anything so depraved and delicious. She felt another orgasm welling up inside her. "God damnnnnnnnnn URGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she yelled as her body shook relentlessly, cum flowing from her pussy in waves of pleasure..

    I got caught up in Bonnie's depravity and began thrusting her pussy into mine. She said she felt her swollen clit assaulting my pussy and an another orgasm began welling up into hers.

    "I'MMM CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG." she screamed, and we both smelled the aroma from the mixed fluids streaming from our dripping holes.

    I laid on top of Bonnie for a long time without moving.

    Bonnie broke the silence. "I can't get enough of this, she whispered. I want your piss on my tits, my pussy and even in my mouth. If you think I'm horrible just tell me and I'll move out.

    I gave her my answer when I reached over, picked up the alarm clock, and forcefully smashed it on the floor.

    #7754 — Comments (0) — Jan 28, 2004 at 8:00 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    Do you know any movies on tv that have people desperate to pee in them?

    #7649 — Comments (3) — Jan 24, 2004 at 6:05 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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