A Place for my Fantasies

Needs

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 01:03:24 GMT

I really need someone to pee on me.

Golden Sarah

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 09:50:00 GMT

I'd kill for a golden shower from Sarah Silverman. Christmas is coming, why don't you guys see what you can do about that for me. Thanks.

My picture

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 06:43:09 GMT

Notice I peed my pants in public again.

Great Video!

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 23:16:10 GMT

full bladder

OH MY GOD!

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 19:19:12 GMT

I heard about this, but I found the video yesterday. It's incredible!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZQ6z7fCoIaQ

I can't stop watching it! Anyone know how I can save it to a disc, or get a DVD-VHS copy of it? I would marry that girl in a second if I wasn't taken! I peed my pants at work when I saw it yesterday. Just a bit. About a 2 inch round wet spot. My long shirt covered the pee spot.
Seeing stuff like that makes me want to casually pee my pants anywhere, anytime. Which I expect to do later today at the grocery store.

Faded jeans wetting

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Sun, 12 Dec 2004 08:34:32 GMT

Been wetting in public once or twice a week, but little stellar to report.
Peed my pants at Target pretty good. My pants were wet past my knees when a girl with huge tits asked if I was looking for something. I chickened out and said, "No" instead of saying, "I wet my pants and am looking for the bathroom."
I walked on. Saw a group of girls, late teens. One had a shirt open low, lots of cleavage. So I started peeing myself and walking in their direction. The cleavage girl stared as I wet and walked, but said nothing. Nudged her friends and they looked. After I passed them I heard them explode in laughter.

Last week I peed my pants at Paradise Valley Mall. Wet to my shoes, but little reaction. Few noticed, and the ones who did stared with no reaction, and only two smiled restraining their laughter.

I found this story on the WetSet message board. I got so turned on when I read it I totally peed my pants, rubbed myself through my wet pants, and came in them...

This is a story of my worst wetting accident I had in school when i was in high school.. hope you all like, ladies especially..
I was at lunch at school and was very thirsty. It was very hot outside so i had drank lots and lots of water, not thinking of the fact that I would have to pee later on.
I had a test the next class, so I got in and started taking it. The teacher said we couldnt leave to go anywhere including the bathroom. I didnt think much of it as I can hold a lot of pee.
After about 45 minutes of taking the test I felt the need to pee coming on pretty strong. I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom but she said you know the rules you cant leave until the end of class even if you are finished your test.
Another 15 minutes and I had to pee so badly I was starting to get nervous. I had to close my legs really tight and this girl next to me started to stare at me.
Then about 10 minutes more I had to bounce my legs up and down it was just getting so bad I was afraid that I might not make it til the end of class and I was so nervous. I kept looking down at my pants to make sure that nothing came out because I had to pee soooo badly!!
My pants were really tight, they were light tan cords that cling to you pretty well especially while sitting, and really pressed on my bladder while sitting there.
I couldnt concentrate on my test even though I was almost finished because I had to pee so much. It was really quiet in the room so when I bounced my legs up and down people next to me heard it.
So I squeezed my legs tightly together and looked at the clock, I had 40 minutes left and didnt know how I was going to hold it.
Then all the sudden I hear sssssss for about a second and feel a strong jet of pee shooting into my tight pants. I quickly grabbed my crotch as I was able to stop it.
I looked at my pants to see that there wasnt a wet spot and I was very happy, but now holding my crotch. About 15 minutes later I saw the girl next to me staring at me and she gave me a dirty look.
When I heard the pee come out into my pants I thought, I didnt know it was going to make a noise and that if I lost it in my pants people would notice while I was doing it and not after I was finished and I got so nervous!
So I had taken my hand away and closed my legs super tight hoping I would be able to hold it, but after 5 minutes more I heard a loud ssssssssssss for two seconds. I quickly grabbed my crotch which made the ssssss sound more like shshshshhshshshhhhh.
I looked on my tight pants and noticed a very shinny dark spot on my crotch where I had peed and noticed the girl looked over at me and gave me a funny look again.
Spurt after spurt was coming out, i tried to control it but couldnt. People could hear the ssssssssssss in my pants and I finally took my hand away and gave up. I knew I couldnt hold it.
I just sat there letting it come out full force. It was making a loud sssssssssssssssssss that lasted a minute. The pee wouldnt stop, and one girl said, look he is peeing his pants and I couldnt help it, my tight pants were getting dark and completely shinny.
The pee went into my shoes, down both legs, puddled between my legs over my pants and splashed out around my hips, my pants were completely drenched and I couldnt do anything about it.
I finished my test embarassed and had to walk home. I jumped into a pool to make it look like I hadnt wet my pants. It did feel so good to finally let go since I had been holding for a long time.

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Sat, 02 Oct 2004 23:40:55 GMT

Sorry...got some stories backed up...
Labor Day weekend I had to walk to the grocery store to get milk. It’s one I go to a lot, so I put on faded black jeans, instead of blue jeans. Didn’t want the wet stain to show from across the store. I walked down an aisle and saw four girls, late teens, clearly dressed for Phoenix summer. They were wearing shirts, but very loose, and very low t-shirts. They had as much tit exposed as they could get away with. I can’t let that go, so I started to pee my pants as I walked down their aisle. They didn’t notice.
I got my milk, and saw they were in line at the register, so I got behind them. They were standing by the bagging end, while one paid for the stuff. I stood facing them in the right spot so they could see, and let the rest of my pee out. Sadly, it wasn’t as much as I hoped. The stain went just below my knees.
I casually stood there in my peed pants like I didn’t know I wet myself. I noticed one finally saw my pants. I didn’t look at them, I used peripheral vision. The one who saw me put her hand to her mouth and whispered to the girls. They looked and immediately broke into laughter. They couldn’t stop. They were laughing so hard I thought they were gonna pee their pants. I just stood there calmly. Just like someone standing in line at the register.
They left laughing their heads off, and I got my milk. And I walked home in my peed pants.

Before I went home from work I filled my bladder with water, and I filled a bottle with water. When I got in my car I took the cap off and pressed it against my pants at the head of my dick. I discovered that if you hold a bottle of water against your pants, your pants soak the water out of the bottle slowly, and you get what looks like an evenly spread out piss stain. 5 minutes from home I lifted the bottle so it all came out at once on my pants over where the tip of my dick was. So it looked and felt as if I lost it and totally pissed my pants while driving.
I got home, put my stuff in my apartment, then went to get the mail. Two girls walked by as I stepped out. The front and seat of my pants, and bottom of my light gray shirt were wet with water. But it didn’t look like water. I could tell one saw so I started wetting as I walked. Once we passed I stopped pissing myself and kept walking to my mailbox. I got my mail and started walking back. On my way I saw a girl with great tits, low shirt. I started pissing my pants as I casually walked with a handful of mail kinda in her direction, but not to look threatening. (It was 12:30 AM). The two girls were her friends and they met up with her. I was SOAKING my pants as I walked in their direction. They were staring right at my pants as I was peeing them. One put her hand over her mouth to try and muffle her giggling as she stared at me. Didn’t work. She had a great giggle. After I passed them I stopped pissing myself. I looked in the mirror when I got to my apartment and saw a nice round wet spot on my butt, and I knew they had to be staring at that as I walked away from them. The front of my pants were sopping.
I looked at some piss porn sites, finished peeing my pants, then jacked off.

I have a great phone Dom I’m friends with. Every Saturday night we talk on the phone while I lay in my waterbed. We talk. Ocassionally she’ll say, “piss.” And laying there in faded jeans I start wetting until she says stop. I’m also to pee myself when her cat meows. It’s a rule of my Mistress’. She sez her cat is ordering me to wet myself, too. My mistress calls me “Puppy.” After a while my pants, and my bed are wet. She gets turned on listening to me moan and she starts rubbing herself. Mmmm, she sounds so good when she’s masturbating. She gets louder and eventually she says, “PISS FOR ME, PUPPY!” And while she’s cumming I start shooting piss out of me. When she stops cumming she breathlessly tells me to stop pissing. By his point I am laying in a sopping bed in soaked pants. I tell her this and she starts laughing at me and calling me names. Ooooooo, she’s so good! It totally gets me off when she laughs at me. I cum so fucking hard.
A couple calls ago when we did this, after we hung up, I kneeled and there was so much piss on the bed that it would puddle up at my knees and hands. Well, that really got to me. I started to roll around in my piss drenched sheets. Rubbing my hair in it, my face, stomach, chest, back. There wasn’t a spot on me that wasn’t wet with piss. I came so hard again.

I peed my faded blue jeans at work last night. Nothing big. Just a little drop. But I could feel there was still a little more inside my dick. So I let out a little drop. But there was still more in my dick, and not my bladder, so let the drop out. But...well, it repeated for a little bit. I noticed a perfectly round wet spot on the front of my pants. I was wearing a long shirt, so no one saw.
I spent the last hour of work drinking water. When I got home I was bursting. I looked at some pee sites while wetting myself. One site got me sopping! Piss on video God, it felt so good! My pants were so wet the stain wrapped around my legs. Front, back, sides. I went in the tub and finished wetting. I just relaxed and let the rest out. I couldn’t believe how much there was. My pants were already pretty soaked. Felt so heavy and so good! But the finishing wetting just soaking sopping drenched them. They looked so good! Shiny, wet, got heavier with piss. My pants stuck to my legs I pissed my pants that much. When I was out of pee I opened them up enough to get my dick out and jacked off while wearing my piss soaked pants. Fuckin’ hell I came so hard! My pants couldn’t have gotten wetter f I went swimming in them. It’s rare I get them that wet, it’s sooo good when I do. Wish I had that much piss in me every time when I wet my pants.

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Thu, 02 Sep 2004 18:30:02 GMT

I woke up with a full bladder and needed milk and some other food, so I went to Bashas’. Peed my pants a little while there. I wore faded black jeans. You could see the wet spot if I wanted you to, but I go to this store a lot, and didn’t want to make it obvious.
I stopped in the magazine aisle, looked through some, peed my pants at the hotter pictures. I could feel it rushing down my legs. My socks got wet. I figure I was wet enough and checked out in my peed pants. Sadly, nobody saw.
I’m home now, and the water’s been turned off to fix a leak at the apartments, so now I have to sit around in my peed pants waiting for the water to come on. Could be another four hours in my peed pants. Feels and smells soooooooooo good, though!
Just saw a hottie walk outside and I let another good squirt go.

Yellow Bedwetter

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Sun, 09 May 2004 06:24:56 GMT

Had a great bed wetting domination session this morning.
I woke up full of piss and horniness, so I called my Midwest dominatrix and asked if we could do some bed wetting domination. She said yes and we started.
She didn’t really know how to start. I didn’t either, but we fumbled through. She said I could not get out of my bed during the call, and we could be on the phone for three hours. “But I really have to pee,” I said. “That’s too bad,” she said, “You should’ve went before you called.”
She told me I had to hold it for five minutes. She wasn’t gonna let me out of my bed. She even tortured me by making me listen to her pee. I was aching to go. I begged her, “Let me go to the bathroom.” She said I could pee a little. I thanked her for letting me go to the bathroom, “No,” she said, “I’m not going to let you pee in the toilet.”“But I’ll wet the bed,” I pleaded. She didn’t care. I begged some more to let me use the toilet (I love begging!) Finally she just ordered me to let a little squirt go NOW. And I did. My underwear got a little wet. She ordered me to rub the front of my underwear to spread the wetness around. I rubbed myself through my peed underwear. Then she called me names, told me what a pathetic bed wetter I was. The top, front of my underwear was wet, but it hadn’t reached the bed yet.
A few minutes later she ordered me to let a longer squirt go. I begged her no. “Why?” she asked. “Because it would so embarrassing if I wet the bed.” “I don’t care,” she said, “You should’ve thought of that earlier.” Once again she ordered me to wet myself a little more and now. I seemed to have no choice. I let out a long stream. It trickled down my sides and I could start to feel the bed get wet. Again she called me names and scolded me.
I asked her why she made me wet the bed. “Because you didn’t say please,” she said. I whimpered out, “can I please use the toilet?”
She said, “Ummmm, no.”
I was sooooooooo glad she said that! Such a cruel teaser making me think I had a chance to save some dignity, but no. It was great! Her name for me now is “puppy.” A nice degrading little name I like.
After a few more minutes she ordered me to let the rest out. Same routine, I begged, pleaded, but it was a wasted effort.
I started pushing and the piss poured out of me. It was great cause as I was totally soaking the bed she was laughing her head off at me! “Oh, God, what a pathetic little bed wetter you are!,” she said while laughing. The pee just kept coming out of me. My underwear was totally soaking wet, I could feel piss puddle up under my butt and I could feel the sheets underneath me get wetter, and the pee stain grow bigger and bigger. I could feel it spreading up my back. The pee just flowed out of me, she just kept laughing and laughing at me as I wet the bed.
Finally I was out of pee. My underwear, my sheets were soaking sopping wet. I could feel a puddle under my butt. I started jacking off, she kept calling me names, laughing at me, saying she was gonna hang the sheets outside for everyone to see. I stroked faster and faster. She kept humiliating, degrading, and scolding me. Finally I came in an explosive orgasm. My cum managed to shoot all the way to my nipple.
Oh, she was good. She was fantastic. It felt soooooooooooo gooooooooooood...
An hour later, after we got off the phone and I took a shower I gathered up my wet sheets to wash. The top comforter is white and was so wet you could see the dark maroon sheet underneath. The maroon sheet had a big wet spot on it, and even an hour later it was still very wet. I wanted so badly to get in that bed and roll around in the pee-soaked sheet, but I needed the hot water for the comforter instead of another shower. I did run my hand over it and squished it in my hand. Felt sooooooo good.
Put that sheet in the tub till the machine was empty for it, and then wiped down my waterbed mattress. Waterbeds are great for wetting!
A kiss for my dominatrix.

Tonight I went to Target to get some litter for my cat. I hadn’t planned on it, but when I see cute girls and I have a full bladder I let some go. They didn’t see. My black t-shirt was too long.
I walked around the plaza. Four people, two guys, two girls were outside eating. I walked by wetting my pants. I could feel it pour down my legs. There was no way they could miss it, and they didn’t. They stared at me as I walked by wetting.
I went to a nearby grocery store to finish peeing my faded blue jeans. Got some stares from some cute women, but no laughs.
Now, I am here, sitting in the clothes I peed in at the stores typing this. My pants feel so damp and cool. The shirt has a wet semicircle where it goes over the crotch of my pants. They smell soooo good. I need to go jack off now.

Yes, my mistress

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Sun, 02 May 2004 05:23:00 GMT

So, too busy lately to have updated here. Sorry
Last week I went to another Target store. Walked around wetting in faded black jeans. Some saw, but just stared out the corner of their eye. Wanting some kind of a reaction I walked up to a girl working there, straightening the shelves. I said looking humiliated, “Where are the bathrooms? I had a little accident.” (The wet spot was to my knees.) She quickly glanced at my pants and pointed me the direction.
I went to a nearby Khol’s store. Walked around wetting. One girl in her late teens noticed and started laughing hard. I heard her whisper to her friend, “That man wet his pants.” Walked around the store a bit more. Wound up walking towards each other. She started laughing, her friend smiled, restraining giggling. The laughing one said out loud to her friend as we passed, “I’m gonna pee my pants. Oh, I mean your pants.”
I walked across the lot to an outside mall. So many barely covered boobies. I wished I had worn my faded blue jeans so all these hot girls could see I had peed my pants. In well lit stores you could see, in the dimly lit out-mall you couldn’t see.
I went into a Tower Records. Walked around, wetted. Looked at some of the naughty magazines, peed. Looked through the fetish DVDs, peed. A few more girls saw. Just politely stared, no laughs or gawks.
Went home, and called my new pee dominatrix.
I met a new pee freak. Actually she has many interesting kinks. Pee is one of them. Being a pee humiliatrix is completely new to her, but she’s coming along very nicely. She felt guilty about the things she said to me, cause she genuinely likes me. I told her not to feel guilty. I know it’s all just for play, and that I know she doesn’t mean it when she calls me a “pathetic pants-wetter.” We were going to do a phone bed wetting domination session while her sister was out of town, but we never got the chance. :(
We’ve talked and wetted on the phone together. I love hearing her moan as she masturbates. She’s a talker, so I wind up sitting in my peed pants talking to her for about 3 hours. My pants feel and smell soooooo good as they dry while we talk.
She loves to hear me cum, and even though she feels bad calling me names and laughing at me for wetting myself, it turns her on so much to hear how it turns me on.
Now, my other pee dominatrix, from Vegas, will be coming out at the end of May. My pee master and mistress. I took the day off, so there will be lots of wetting, and being peed on! And there’ll be pictures, too! If my sweet Pee Pixie will be good enough to tell me how she posts her pics, I will definitely post my pics from my day as their pathetic little submissive piss pet.

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Sat, 13 Mar 2004 17:07:14 GMT

Little something I altereded up from my pee-Pixie's journal.

I NEVER...
(X) I NEVER HAVE BEEN DRUNK
(X) I NEVER HAVE SMOKED POT
(_) I NEVER HAVE KISSED A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE SEX
(_) I NEVER HAVE KISSED A MEMBER OF THE SAME SEX
(X) I NEVER CRASHED A FRIEND'S CAR
(X) I NEVER BEEN TO JAPAN (good grammar there)
(_) I NEVER RODE IN A TAXI
(X) I NEVER HAD ANAL SEX
(_) I NEVER HAVE BEEN IN LOVE
(_) I NEVER HAD SEX
(_) I NEVER HAVE HAD SEX IN PUBLIC
(_) I NEVER HAVE BEEN DUMPED
(X) I NEVER SHOPLIFTED
(_) I NEVER HAVE BEEN FIRED
(X) I NEVER BEEN IN A FIST FIGHT
(X) I NEVER HAD A THREESOME (sadly.)
(_) I NEVER SNUCK OUT OF MY PARENT'S HOUSE
(_) I NEVER BEEN TIED UP (SEXUALLY)
(_) I NEVER BEEN CAUGHT MASTURBATING
(_) I NEVER PISSED ON MYSELF at least not since I've been potty trained (I piss myself every day.)
(X) I NEVER HAD SEX WITH A MEMBER OF THE SAME SEX
(X) I NEVER BEEN ARRESTED
(X) I NEVER MADE OUT WITH A STRANGER
(_) I NEVER STOLE SOMETHING FROM MY JOB
(X) I NEVER CELEBRATED NEW YEARS IN TIME SQUARE
(_) I NEVER WENT ON A BLIND DATE
(_) I NEVER LIED TO A FRIEND
(_) I NEVER HAD A CRUSH ON A TEACHER
(X) I NEVER CELEBRATED MARDI-GRAS IN NEW ORLEANS
(X) I NEVER BEEN TO EUROPE
(_) I NEVER SKIPPED SCHOOL
(_) I NEVER SLEPT WITH A CO-WORKER (It was in a longterm relationship)
(X) I NEVER CUT MYSELF ON PURPOSE
(_) I NEVER HAD SEX AT THE OFFICE (Received oral from the aforementioned relationship. Soooo funnn!!!)
(X) I'VE NEVER BEEN MARRIED
(X) I'VE NEVER BEEN DIVORCED
(X) I NEVER HAD SEX WITH MORE THAN ONE PERSON WITHIN THE SAME WEEK
(_) I NEVER HAVE POSED NUDE (Wish I could post the pics.)
(X) I NEVER GOT SOMEONE DRUNK JUST TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM
(X) I NEVER HAD SEX WITH MORE THAN ONE PERSON WITHIN 24 HOURS
(X) I NEVER HAD SEX WITH SOMEONE WHO'S NAME I DID NOT KNOW
(_) I NEVER HAVE BEEN ON A PLANE

Yellow Highlites

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Sun, 29 Feb 2004 06:35:26 GMT

Been too busy to write lately, but not too busy to play.
Some highlites...
My friend moved away and let me go through a bunch of clothes to take. One was a pair of very thin white jeans. I peed in them (at home) without any underwear on and you could see straight through them! I love that. A few times I’ve gone out wetting in white jeans, no underwear. Love exposing myself in public, without it being illegal.
I peed in these new white pants many times. Well, I peed in them about four times. I peed into them about 20 times. I stood on the tub, held the jeans out, and peed on them like I would if I was wetting them. I would love to have worn and wet them every time I had to pee, but I didn’t want to take about five showers a day. And the smell sticks with you after the third wetting.
So, I’d pee in them, hang them up to dry, pee them again. They got such a beautiful multi layer, ripply, dingy yellow stain. And they smelled fantastic!!!!
I wanted to wear them in public like that and wet them again, but I didn’t get a chance. I put them on and wet them for them for the 21st time. After I came I thought, “ok, that’s enough.” and put ‘em in the wash for another time.
I wish I had a digital camera so I could’ve taken pictures of the multi-peed white jeans, and of me peeing in them where you can see my dick through them. I’m too poor, though. Hey! Maybe one of you rich pee-freaks can just give me $2000 for a digital camera and a new Mac. I can promise lots of pee pics!

I have an online pee dominatrix. She orders me to pee in a silk shirt and pretend it’s her hair. One of the things I got from my friend was a light blue silk shirt. Got a big whole in it, so I can’t wear it in public. Her and my pee master are coming out in May. I wanted to see what it would look and feel like to have them pee on me in the silk shirt.
Put it on, laid in the tub, and started peeing on myself. Pushed a little too hard and wound up peeing on my face, too. No complaints though. I loved it. Made me feel even naughtier!

Thursday night I drank a lot of water at work to get ready. When I got home I put on a pair of very faded black jeans and went out wetting. Went to a grocery store. Peed my pants good enough. Wet spot went to my left knee, half way to my right knee. Sadly it was late, only one girl in the store, and she never noticed. :(
I got my milk, went through the register in my peed pants, and then went to another grocery store.
Not many people there either. I went to the magazine aisle and looked at the SI swimsuit issue. That got my pants really wet. I’d let out a big squirt at each hottie. It started to dribble into my left shoe. My pants were sopping in piss, and it was VERY obvious. I walked around the store. A woman pricing things saw. She just stared at me as I walked by. I was also peeing my pants as she stared and I walked.
Well, it was getting late, no cuties, guess I’ll go home. :(
I got in the tub, let the rest go. Stood there in a puddle of pee masturbating.

Hit The Target

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Sun, 25 Jan 2004 06:02:00 GMT

Last week I peed my pants in public. Went to the Target I used to work at. Had to get some shampoo. Since there are still some people there who know me, I wore black jeans for the wetting. But not too black. If you looked at my pants you could see a definite wet spot down my legs. And one girl did. Her and three friends (two girls, one guy,) late teens, were walking towards me. So, I started peeing in my pants as I walked in their direction. One girl could see the shimmering wet spot grow bigger and bigger down my legs. She just stared with no reaction as we walked past each other. I’m sure she mentioned it to her friends after we passed. Sadly, no laughing. :(
I walked around the store a bit more. Wetting at the sight of cute girls. None saw, so I bought my shampoo and left. Even though no one really saw, it was exciting to go through the check out in sopping peed pants, and the girl at the register had no idea. Sort of like masturbating in a mall without anyone seeing. Fun to be secretly naughty in public, too. But she must’ve smelled it. These are pants I repee in. This time they were fresh, but there’s still that touch of pee smell that gets stronger the second you pee in them.
My pants were wet evenly down both legs to my knees, and the bottom of my shirt a little bit spotty with pee.
I went across the street to Safeway. Little more wetting. I think one girl saw, no reaction.
The car filled with the smell of my peed pants. I got online, chatted with a few wetters in my peed pants. Wore them for three hours. Felt and smelled soooooooo gooooooooood!!!!

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Mon, 19 Jan 2004 05:33:38 GMT

I haven’t done much wetting lately. It goes like that. For two or three weeks I do all my peeing in the toilet or down the shower drain. I masturbate about wetting, but I just don’t have any interest in doing it.
Then there’s two or three weeks where I can’t get enough wetting. Think I’m at the start of a wetting phase.
Friday night I planned to pee my pants when I got home from work. Maybe on the way to the mailbox if I saw anything worth peeing my pants over. (Anything that might appear through opened blinds. Porn, cute girls in very little...) I drank cup after cup of water the last hour of work. The last 15 minutes dragged on. Gawd, I was bursting to pee. I was about ready to pee my pants at my desk. Don’t think I wouldn’t want to, but I don’t want that kind of word getting around. I like my wetting humiliation to come from strangers, Internet pee friends, phone sex, or lovers. I have peed my pants on jobs before.
I used to work in the back room of a Target store. I’d wear black jeans and I’d look out the window of the back room doors. When I saw incredible girls walking by I’d let a squirt go. Once there was a girl who worked there looking for a box. She was bent over and I could see straight down her shirt. Gawd, what tits! I let a big squirt go right in front of her as she poked through the box. She never knew. You have to throw the garbage in the masher when you’re in the backroom so if someone asked “what’s that smell” I could just blame it on something from the trash that leaked on my shoes.
I had planned to wet my pants at the office of my last job. A data entry job. I was there for a couple weeks so it would be easy to blame it on not knowing where the bathroom was. I had planned to start wetting while typing, then jump up in shock as I peed my faded blue jeans in front of everyone. I told them I got a new job and would leave at the end of the week, so I went to the bathroom Thursday night. When I got back they said I didn’t have to come in Friday since I’d be gone next week, so I didn’t get to humiliate myself. :( If only they had told me BEFORE I went to the bathroom I coulda peed my pants there.
So, Friday night I’m very desperate. I get in my car and see I have to stop and get gas. Wish I’d put a few towels in my car to sit on cause I’d wet myself at the gas station. I’m dancing at the pump trying not to pee my pants. Feeling the gas rush through the hose didn’t help.
When I got home I walked to the mailbox. No chicks, but I let out a few squirts. Went to my computer and looked at some pee sites wetting a little at each new pic. I had wished I could’ve IMed or talked to Pixie while wetting my pants. I love that Fully Clothed Peeing site. Oooooo, I let out the hugest squirts when I see those girls getting soaked in pee in their clothes from hair to toes!!! I wish I was them!
Well, my computer was slowing down, I was getting miffed with it, so I just signed off.
I have a pair of old tattered faded blue jeans. Many times I’ve peed in them over and over again without washing them. So even though they have been washed they still smell like pee when the first drop hits. And the stain really spreads out. It’s so great! By the time I finished with the computer the stain was to my knees, and spread out across the whole front of my pants.
I went in my bedroom and put in a porn tape from 1978. I like late ‘70s porn. It’s so much hotter with porn professionals instead of people in their bedroom with a video camera. And I love hairy pussies! If I want to see bald genitalia I’ll become a catholic priest.
So, I put in the porn and went to stand in the tub. I can see the TV from the shower. The trailers for other porn came on and the pee flowed! It just ran down my pants. My dick was rock hard and I grabbed it through my wet pants pretending like I lost control at the mall or something and that by grabbing myself might stop the flow before I embarrass myself further. (Even though my pants were SOPPING wet with hot piss and puddling at my feet. Course I didn’t really grab myself to stop. I just put my hands there as if I could hide such a massive stain with just two hands.) The stream was making my pants glisten with wetness. All that pee in those special pee pants really brought out such a strong peed pants smell. They were clinging to my legs, and getting heavier the wetter they got. I put my hands between my legs just under the crotch of my pants as if to hide the stain. So much pee was coming out that it overflowed past my hands.
I peed as much as I could with a hard on. I could’ve pushed to get the rest of the pee out (and I still had quite a bit) but if I did that I’d wind up shitting my pants, too. It does make me feel naughty to crap my pants, too, but it’s such a pain to clean that kind of a mess up, so it’s not worth the naughtiness.
With my piss-soaked pants still on I ran my hands up and down my pants. With the porn, the cum facials, the hairy pussies, the smell of peed pants, the feeling, the look, I could stand no more. I opened my pants, took my dick out and started stroking. Didn’t taking long to have a shuddering orgasm and I shot my cum across the tub. I collapsed after that. I couldn’t stand. So I laid there in my pee puddle, in my peed pants shuddering off the orgasm until I got the strength to stand again. Once my dick went down I could pee again. And while laying there I did. The rest of the pee came out. It reached my chest, trickled down my sides, down my stomach. I could feel it pool under my back.
Once I got my strength back I took a shower and went to bed.

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Wed, 31 Dec 2003 05:10:58 GMT

I know, I’ve been very bad about doing this journal. I should be punished for my slacking.
Here’s a couple of recent wetting events....
A girl in her late teens, early 20s came to my door selling magazines. Damn she was hot! Cute face, fantastic tits in a tight, white Playboy t-shirt. As soon as I opened the door I started peeing my pants. Pee was rushing down the legs of my faded blue jeans. I could feel drips hit the rug between my feet. She never noticed.
My cat walked behind me and she noticed him. I looked down at him, then at my pants and said with mock humiliation, “Oops, I peed my pants.” She looked at my pants, shiny and wet half way past my knees, and said, “Ohhh, you peed your pants. I can wait if you want to change.” Since she wasn’t going to leave I stood there in my peed pants as she continued with her sales pitch. Peeing myself a little more.

Last night I peed my pants in a couple grocery stores. Went to one in very faded black jeans. I went in dry walking up and down the aisles. When I saw a cute girl I started peeing my pants as I walked. After we’d pass each other I’d stop wetting till the next cute girl. The wet stain showed up really good.
There was this tall, leggy girl in tight blue jeans, tight top. I just let it go as we walked towards each other. Pee was pouring down my pants. I noticed she glanced, but didn’t react. :( That’s what I got mostly. Glances, but no smiles, giggles, laughing. Noticed one girl whispered to her friends.
With a nice wet spot down to my knees I went to another grocery store. Sadly no laughs or name calling. More glances, whispers, and a few stares.
Out of pee in my bladder (but plenty down my pants to my shoes,) and with some guy following me around I left in case he was security.
My pants were wet down both legs to my shoes, there was a half-circle wet spot on my purple shirt half-way up my stomach.

When I pee my pants in public some people stare, some stare without staring; eyes darting from my wetting pants to my eyes to my pants. Some smile holding back laughter until I pass them, then they laugh. I love that. The ones I love the best are the ones who laugh at me as I’m walking and wetting in their direction. They don’t wait until I pass them. I’ve had some call me names as they laughed at me. One cute late teen yelled out, “PANTS WETTER” as her friends laughed.
What surprises me is how many people don’t even NOTICE when a grown man pees his pants in public.

Allow Me To Introduce Myself

icabodpdaily@aol.com — Mon, 15 Dec 2003 01:31:06 GMT

Hi, I wanted to start a journal for my kinks, so I did.
I'm a bit of a pee freak. It's such an amazing turn on for me. Many times at work I get hard just thinking about peeing my pants, or being peed on.
I'll post my wetting adventures here, and maybe some pics if I get some.