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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 month I went to a job interview. Being nervous I had several cups of coffee before leaving home and some bottled water during the short drive ( about 20 minutes ). About 5 minutes before I reached the office building I could feel my bladder filling up rapidly, both from the liquids I drank and the nervousness, but there was no place to stop and empty my bladder. I parked in the parking lot of the office building and entered hoping to find a bathroom. The main floor was just a couple of elevators, a stairwell, and security desk. Looking around I could not find a bathroom and knew I had to let it out very soon as my bladder was filled and it was hard trying to hold it in. I asked the security guard if there was a bathroom on this main floor and he told me no, for security reasons I would have to visit the Company I was going to and obtain a key to the Ladies as all the bathrooms were locked for security purposes. He called up to the Company I was going to visit to obtain permission, took down my name, gave me a badge. and told me to take the elevator up to the fourth floor. I took the elevator to the fourth floor, got off, and located on the directory where my interview would be. Walking down the hallway I passed the Ladies room, paused and tried to open the door but it was locked. My plan of action was to enter the office for my interview, introduce myself, and ask for the key to the Ladies Room. I was a few minutes behind schedule and I went into the office, introduced myself, and was about to ask for the bathroom key when Mr. Sheriden the interviewer came walking around the corner, introduced himself, said you must be Cheryl. I replied yes and he told me to follow him. I could't tell him to wait a few minutes while I went to the bathroom, so I had to follow him into his office and try to hold my bursting bladder. The interview lasted about 15 minutes and I strained every bladder and abdomen muscle in my body trying to hold it in. I had a lot of trouble trying to answer some of his questions as I was busy trying to hold my bladder. A couple of times he asked me if anything was wrong or did I feel OK. I told him I was very tired as I didn't sleep the night before worrying about the interview. He shook my hand and said we'll let you kkow about the job. As I walked out of his office I had to pee so bad I could barely walk. On the verge of peeing all over the floor I asked the receptionist if I could have a key to open the Ladies Room door. I'm sorry she said but both keys are presently being used. If you would like to wait I'm sure someone will be back with the key shortly. At this point a couple of spurts of pee leaked into my panties, pantyhose, and partway down one of my legs. I knew at this point I couldn't hold it in any longer. I told her I would wait until I got back home. I quickly made a bee line for the door, placed my hand up my skirt and over my pussy, and ran for the Ladies Room. Again it was locked and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I opened the stairway door and ran to a secluded corner of the landing, spread my legs wide apart so I wouldn't pee all over and into my new boots, and just pushed out my worst than ever highly pressurized
    bladder liquid onto the floor. Peeing through my panties and pantythose, the pee poured out between my legs and onto the floor making a lot of noise. Luckily no one came into the stairway and saw me. I left quite a large puddle on the floor. I then walked down to the third floor and took the elevator to the main floor, handed in my badge, and quickly exited the building. When I got to my car I opened the trunk, took out some paper towels, and tried to dry off all the pee splatter on my boots, dry my legs, and dry my crotch. Driving home my skirt got wet from sitting on it. However, the feeling of letting out that highly pressurized pee nearly gave me an orgasm. I am going to try to fill up my bladder again and see how long I can hold it to see if I can climax when my bladder is about to burst.
    P.S. I didn't get the job but peeing right on the floor in a public building and nearly having an orgasm really opened my eyes to a new sexual experience.

    #7301 — Comments (0) — Apr 22, 2004 at 7:20 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was drinking, I had abit too much, and i was on top of my boyfriend making out, all of a sudden i had to take a piss real bad. So i said, "hold on I'll be right back." He said, "What do you have to do?." "I have too pee." Then he did the weirdest thing, we were at a party, he pulled my pants and blue thong panties down, shoved his tongue up my pussy, inftont of everyone, and told me to pee but make short ones, I'll drink it, I initially said no (Since I was nearing the end of my period). But he pushed on my bladder, and a bit came out, it felt so good, it just kept coming. I felt his tongue moving around, and it got me really horny, so my nipples got perky. He told me to stop. I did but i still had to go, so we went into his room, made out, and everytime he pulled out, I let a huge stream of pee come out. It was magical and now, he tells me anytime I have to pee, I should hold it in for him, or pee on his lap or while I'm jumping him, while he's on the toilet.

    #7295 — Comments (1) — Apr 21, 2004 at 5:08 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    That song is so good from Depeche Mode. The first time I heard it I peed in a cup then dumped it on my head while proclaiming my devoition to Satan.

    #7292 — Comments (0) — Apr 21, 2004 at 2:24 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I had only known her a short time when I found out she loved to steer. Shortly after we met,I bought some land out in the country and we used to go there and clear brush and some trees. While there,we used to walk off in the woods a ways and just pee. As time went on and we became more familiar with each other,we didn't go very far and one day she took me by surprise and asked if she could steer. And so it started. Everytime I had to pee she would steer and we would both laugh and have a good time. I swear she got the biggest kick out it. Soon,we were both holding our pee as long as we could,so as to make it last longer. She loved for me to watch her pee. She could lay way back and support herself on one hand and direct her pee with the other. Soon she had me doing it and it was actually kinda cool. Sometimes she would get naked and climb a tree and pee from way up high,trying to arc it as far as possible.
    At some point we started holding our pee as long as possible and then going in the shower and peeing on each other and then having the best sex. We are still at it and having a blast. I've never known such a bold and fun gal. I suspect we may stay together for quite awhile.LOL!!!!

    #7280 — Comments (3) — Apr 13, 2004 at 10:44 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I absolutely love it when I come across a male who is desperately in need of a pee while outdoors, and has to find a sneaky place to go outside. I'm not really into the whole wetting of the pants deal, I'd rather them just whip it out and go. Anyways, I'll write some stories of males I've seen in desperate situations, but I'd also like some stories like this to be posted.

    Dumpster Pee
    I live in NYC and I was walking home one night from a club when I found myself to be desperate for a quick pee. Since I was alone, I walked to the nearest alleyway and hitched up my skirt and let it go against the brick wall. It felt so good. While I was finishing up, I saw a male about my age walking extremley quickly down the street that was connected to the alley I was in. I adjusted myself and began to follow him down the block, being extremley secretive. After about 5 minutes of him walking quickly and holding himself, he ducked into an alley and ran to a dumpster. He whipped out his penis and must have peed for about 2 minutes. After he relieved himself, he walked much more slowly, but in the opposite directon I was going so I never saw him again.

    Roadside Pee
    Living in NYC comes with the many traffic problems, and the occassional desperation while driving. It was around Thanksgiving time, and traffic was bumper to bumper and was absolutely not moving. Many people had turned off their cars as to not waste gas. I was one of those people and actually got out of my car to stretch my legs. When I got out of the car and stood up, I noticed a lot of people over on the side of the road, and I wondered what they were doing. Most were just enjoying the view of the city, but there were several who were relieveing themselves right there in the open. I noticed many men who just whipped it out and didn't care who was watching, while most of the women tried to find cover behind bushes. This was a sight I will never forget.

    Please Post outdoor pee stories!!

    #7275 — Comments (0) — Apr 13, 2004 at 1:31 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Hi, I've been mostly a lurker on here but I wanted to share an incident with you that happened earlier this week. First of all, I'll describe myself. I'm about 5'8" tall, voluptuous with thick, wavy shoulder length reddish brown hair and green eyes that tend to change color depending on what I'm wearing that day. I have a generously curved body reminiscent of the carved fetishes that ancient goddess-worshipping cultures used to make (sometimes called Venus fetishes); that is, I am pear shaped. I'm 21 but I tend to look younger, some have said that my round face and youthful skin make me look about 17.
    Earlier this week, on one of my days off, I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl for a second time. As you well know if you've seen that movie, there's plenty of water to be seen, and that combined with a 40 oz. Coke can equal an agonized bladder. The first time I saw the movie, I was with my mom and I had to run to the ladies' room halfway through the movie because my bladder was on the verge of exploding. This time I was alone, and since I had brought a fleece jacket in case I got chilled, I planned on a small wetting.
    I was wearing light blue jeans and a long sleeved maroon colored t-shirt the day I ventured to the theater alone. After purchasing my ticket and heading to the concessions for my Coke and nachos, I headed into the theater and began watching the previews, all the while guzzling down my Coke. By the time the actual movie began, my bladder was already sending warning signs that it needed to be emptied, not necessarily right away but definitely sooner than the 2 1/2 hours the movie would require. About 6 or 7 teenagers were seated in the row behind me, and I could hear them quietly talking. This made it harder for me to relax, which made my bladder agony stronger. If I made too much noise in relieving myself, they would hear me. I tried to hold on, wondering just how long I could wait.
    An hour later I was writhing in my seat and contemplating jumping up and making a run for the restroom. I have often held my pee in for hours at a time (I work in a fast food restaurant where potty breaks don't always happen), but something about the cool theater and the ice cold Coke was making my bladder throb and my urethra tingle. Knowing that the people behind me were engrossed in the movie, I began rubbing myself through my jeans, even slipping a hand into my jeans and pressing a couple fingers against my pee hole. Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom were making me a little horny, so I was soaking wet. Covering myself with the fleece jacket so no one would be able to see what I was doing, I pressed a hand against my jean-clad crotch and let out a hot spurt of piss, just enough to warm my panties. It didn't even seep through to the denim, but the fever-hot liquid felt amazing against my sensitive flesh. A couple minutes later I let out a longer, harder squirt, and this time I felt the crotch of my jeans dampen considerably. Assessing the damage with my fingertips, I could feel the wetness spreading down to my ass. It felt deliciously naughty and wonderful. I did this a couple more times, just to feel the luscious heat.
    I have to confess, I never did completely wet myself. I waited until after the movie had finished, when everyone else had cleared out, then I got up and tied the fleece around my waist, covering the visible wet spot. Then I ran to the restroom and, squirming, managed to lock the stall door and yank my jeans down before a torrent of steaming yellow piss sprayed out from between my lips. Letting out a loud sigh of relief and not caring about who heard me, I sat for over a minute just pissing contentedly into the toilet. Ahhh, blessed relief!
    As for my jeans, they weren't as wet as they'd seemed. I think the seat in the theater absorbed most of what escaped, and thus by the time I made it to the restroom, my jeans looked at most as though I'd sweated into them. I made it onto the bus and back home without anyone suspecting what I'd done. Somehow that turned me on more, to know that I'd done something so naughty and it was my little secret!

    #7271 — Comments (0) — Apr 12, 2004 at 10:44 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was on my way to my home from a friend's house, who lives about 2 miles away from me. About halfway through the trip home, I begin to feel all the iced tea I drank at her house. About 5 minutes later, I was really becoming desperate and knew that I needed to find a place to pee, and fast. I walked into the entrance of the middle school parking lot hoping that the school bathroom would be open(it was a Sat.) but unfortunately it wasn't. I was now beocming to desperate to care where I peed, so I hobbled over to the dumpster by the parking lot and pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties to one side. I squatted down just enough so that the pee would go down and not on my shoes. Of course, as soon as I began my pee, I heard a car coming my way, so I abruptly stopped and fixed my skirt. I walked over to the cross-country trail that ran around the school. Barely into the trail, I grabbed my skirt and panties and just stood their directing my stream onto a near by bush. I felt so relieved.

    #7266 — Comments (0) — Apr 10, 2004 at 9:53 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Mostly I wear a skirt and if I have an accident big enough to wet through my panties nobody knows unless I am sitting down cause it will then soak all the way through. It's embarrassing when I do and it's twice as bad if I wet myself riding or when taking out some of the people learning to ride at our stables and I pee in my jodphurs because it shows that they're wet, even if it's nice thinking about it afterwards!

    Well anyway last year I went down to London a lot on a working party to do with animals, and I treated myself to a nice grey flannel suit, it is really smart. But on one trip the train was late, and we had to get a taxi and drive to the place where it was, and we were still late, and had to rush in full of apologies. They gave us a cup of tea and we got on with the work. I was silly, I should have asked to go to the ladies when we got in, but there were men there as well as women and I was a bit shy about it, and I didn't really need to go too badly, so I put it to the back of my mind.. I must have forgotten myself completely because after about half an hour I was suddenly aware of a familiar feeling down there. I quickly pushed my hand between my legs (we were all sitting round a square of tables) and held myself to stop weeing, but to my horror I found my trousers were a bit wet. I had on my usual winter things that I wear under my skirt, warm panties and tights, and my long panty girdle and pantalettes with my vest tucked in, and I must have wet myself enough to go through it all. The bigger problem was I was still bursting, and now urgently aware of it.

    I had two more accidents, one abut the same as the first, even with my hand between my legs trying to hold it in. I could feel it spreading through my panties and when I felt under myself I realised I had wet the seat as well. The woman next to me that I had come with looked at me holding myself and saw the wet on my trousers. She whispered "Do you want to go out?" I shook my head no. We went on a bit longer, and I crossed my legs at the ankles and squeezed my legs together and tried to hold on but soon a lot more wee came out and I could feel it running down my legs. Somebody opposite saw and nudged her neighbour and they stared and grinned.

    I was so miserable and ashamed and I knew I was so wet, that I didn't dare get up and run out. What happened next wasn't really an accident. I hung on for about quarter of an hour, wet and unhappy, and getting that "got to do a wee" message every couple of minutes. Then it got so bad I just gave up and let go. I had already disgraced myself so it wasn't going to make any difference. The front of my trousers were soaked and so was my bottom, and the worst was it ran down onto the carpet in front of the table and everybody saw. The relief and the warm wet feeling was marvellous but the embarrassment was awful! The person chairing the meeting said "I think it's time we had a break" and everybody got up. People gathered round me and asked was I ill and stared at my wet trousers but the two ladies opposite were very kind. "Happen's all the time in the riding business!" one of them said, and "Don't we just know" said the other, and they laughed. They said they had stayed overnight and one of them had extra briefs and thick woollen tights and a skirt for me so I took them to the ladies and changed.

    Somebody came and mopped up the seat and the carpet and nothing more was said, but it must have got round because every since when I arrive anywhere somebody says "Do you want to use the ladies?" The kindness and sympathy was one of the nicest parts of it. Have other people who have wet their pants like this found that people who saw were kind or did they make a big fuss? I have experienced both.

    #7263 — Comments (3) — Apr 10, 2004 at 7:09 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Once I was in a car and I just sort of had to pee but it got worse and worse, progressively. I was with my aunts best friend and she was driving me somewhere to be nice but I was too embaressed to tell her my problem. I knew there would be traffic cuz they told us but then when the traffic (ON THE HIGHWAY) started becoming more and more apparent, I whimpered, and Sara (my aunts friend) looked over at me and smiled cuz she thot I was just upset about the traffic. But then it was standstill for like 10 minutes and I could hardly talk. I turned a tiny bit to unbuckle my seatbelt (too much pressure) and I saw Sara was moving around in her seat like she had to go too. I watched her for a while cuz her eyes were closed and soon i hardly noticed my problem, she ahd it way worse. I could hear the voice in her breath (aaah, ooooh cant do it..) and then she saw me staring and giggled a little. I said, Are you ok? And she yelled, Jennifer I really have to use a bathroom, I have to make pee. And I said Sara me too. And she goes I'm pee shy. And I'm like whats that? SHes all exasperated and she goes I don't pee in front of people, I hate public bathrooms. She's whimpering but the traffic is moving faster. And now the rain is coming, so I scream Sara can I pee in your car? And shes crying and goes no its my boy friends. I gotta go I gotta go. And shes like im stopping the car. But I say NO ITS A HIGHWAY and shes crying so hard with one hand on her vagina saying im so embaressed, I cannot do this. She pulls off a highway so fast and we get to a mcdonalds. You could not beleive my releif when I ran in and grabbed the key for their potty. But i turn around and sara isnt there. But Its not public, its just ONE toilet in a room for wheelchair people, so its big. I run in to tell her thats what it is and she has both hands in her UNDERWEAR and her pants are down, so i had to help her pull them up and walk her in there. She walked out all sheepish with a smile but the back of her pants were WET. We never spoke again..shes so odd.

    #7257 — Comments (1) — Apr 8, 2004 at 9:38 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was at work this one day and I went to ask my boss (a very attractive woman) when I needed this report to be done. I walked into her office and she was squirming. She looked like she had to pee really bad but that couldn't be because she has her own bathroom. I looked at the door to her bathroom and it said out of order. She hated to use public bathrooms so I guessed right. I saw that her nipples were hard and I got a boner. She noticed and smiled.
    "Excited are we?" she smiled devilishly. She walked over to me and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my boxers down. She pulled off her pants and when she saw how big I was, she gasped. She yelled, "I need you in me now!" and I obeyed happily. While I was in her, she peed all over. It felt so good. We had great sex. After 15 minutes I figured I should probably go back to work so we got cleaned up and got dressed. We never mentioned it and we've never done that since. Thankfully, my wife never found out!

    #7249 — Comments (2) — Mar 31, 2004 at 3:34 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
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