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daddys-wittleprincess-deactivat

This what happens when princess isn’t in diapys! She still doesn’t understand how to use the potty😊

her-pathetic-ex

I can’t get over how much this girl looks like the first girl that ever humped me.

#wetting #jeans

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Not long after her fall, Sam was contacted by the doctor. While there weren’t any broken bones, she had sprained her knee, and she needed to use crutches for at least a couple weeks. It was Sam’s first time using crutches, but the novelty wore off quickly. They were annoying and painful to use, but that wasn’t even the worst part. It was almost impossible for Sam to put on or take off her pants by herself. Normally her mother could help her in the morning, but it took about five minutes for her to do it herself. Samantha didn’t consider this much more than an annoyance at first, until the first day she wore pants to school. About an hour after lunch, Sam felt her bladder sending signals that couldn’t be ignored. After slowly hobbling her way to the bathroom on her crutches Sam was desperate to pee. Trying to balance on one leg, while unbuttoning her jeans, and pulling them down far enough to pee, all without bending one of her knees proved all but impossible. In the end, Sam simply collapsed onto the toilet and felt her pee pour through her panties and her half pulled down pants. After crying about the unfairness of it all, Sam called her new boyfriend to come rescue her. After a short while, and a brief stop at the nurse’s office to stock up on dry clothes, he appeared just outside the girl’s bathroom. After assuring him the coast was clear, he ducked into the bathroom and handed her the clothes he had brought over the top of the stall door. He quickly told her that ‘this was all they had’ before leaving the bathroom, not wanting to get caught in the girl’s bathroom. Worried by his tone, Sam gently unwrapped the bundle of clothes she had been given. A short white skirt, while it certainly wasn’t the height of fashion, there wasn’t anything ostensibly wrong with it. The new underwear was another story. Thick, crinkly, covered with cutesy designs, and extra absorbent; it was a diaper, or rather a pull-up, which was actually worse in this case. After struggling for several minutes, Sam had to admit defeat, she couldn’t pull her jeans down over the brace on her knee without significant pain. Gritting her teeth she called her boyfriend once more, and unlocked the stall door.

Following her call he appeared once again, moments later. ‘Are you sure?’ he was still unsure of how to proceed, very much out of his element in the girl’s bathroom. After reassuring him, he entered the now cramped bathroom stall with her. If they didn’t hurry class would end and the bathroom would be filled with girls. With wide eyes, her boyfriend carefully slid her wet jeans off, over her injured leg. He was perfectly gentle, and he even turned around after just a couple of glances at her wet panties. Sam was feeling excited now, and a bit more bold. Are you going to help with the rest? Sam asked her boyfriend. He turned around, his eyes looking like they might pop out of his head. He gulped before nodding. Facing Sam, he helped her stand up from where she was sitting. Crouching down, he looked back up at Sam’s face, seemingly convinced she would change her mind any second. Sam just bit her lower lip and nodded. She felt him take hold of either side of her panties, and gently lower them. His hands didn’t linger too long, but his touch still sent shivers down Sam’s spine. Once her panties had cleared her injured knee, Sam gently lowered herself back onto the toilet using her boyfriend as a support. She raised her uninjured leg and let him pull her panties all the way off. Unsure of what to do with the stained undergarments, he simply set them on the floor and after hesitating for just a moment, picked up her new underwear, the pull-ups. Wait. At the word he froze and looked up at Sam’s face. He looked disappointed, but almost relieved, thinking they would go no further.

“I need to wipe first.”

Sam held out a small wad of toilet paper to her boyfriend. Classes had long since ended by the time the pair exited the bathroom.

In the weeks that followed, Sam continued to wear pull-ups. More than once she was saved from another embarrassing accident due to her inability to take her pants off. When the time came that she could finally walk a bit on her leg, Sam decided to keep wearing the pull-ups, at least until her leg was fully healed. Sam was pleasantly surprised to find that her boyfriend didn’t mind at all, in fact, he seemed to enjoy when she was wearing them, or maybe he just liked grabbing her butt. Either one was fine with Sam.

wetbatross

All credit to the source. I've found a new great tumblr to follow!

It had been a long day at the beach. We were sitting in the back seat of my parent’s extended cab pickup, thinking we were being particularly sneaky (we weren’t.)

Mandy and I were in that fun stage where we were truly discovering ourselves as sexual beings. Every week, we’d find some other way of getting each other off short of actually getting naked and fucking like we eventually would. We were virgins, and determined to stay that way until we eventually got married.

Mandy was a shy bookish girl. I was a horny teenager determined to push the limits. That isn’t to say that she didn’t also push the limits from time to time (as shy bookish girls often do) but I felt like I was making the majority of the giant leaps. Today, my mission was to attempt to wiggle my hand under the waistband of her board shorts, move her bikini bottoms aside, and finger her in the backseat of my parents truck. I would do this all while not being caught.

I’ll never forget these board shorts. They were tan, super tight made out of some sort of parachute material with pockets that made her ass pop. They were shorter than anything she was really comfortable wearing, but she wore them for me because she knew they drove me crazy. They were tight enough to give her a slight gap when she stood with her knees together, and the seam perfectly aligned with her slit so if she pulled them up ever so slightly, I would get a perfect view of her lips.

They were so tight however, that I also needed her help getting my hand into them. Today, she kept squirming away from me. Very unlike her. We were under a blanket (so stealthy!) so what was her problem? It wasn’t like my parents could see. I couldn’t straight out ask, either, because that would sure alert them. I shot her a questioning look, and she sent back pleading eyes. This went on for 5 or 10 minutes until she finall got close and whispered in my ear: “no, I really really have to pee”

That. Was. So. Hot.

I had told her about a month prior how much he thought of her wetting herself would really turn me on. Even just the thought of her peeing was securely in my spank bank. It wasn’t like it was just a passing conversation either…. I had masturbated over the phone while she told me stories of times she “hadn’t made it” or had accidents. I could certainly understand the desire to not wet her pants in the back of my parents truck though, so I ceased trying to invade her pants and settled for grabbing her pussy tightly over her shorts.

Her hips bucked into my hand, using the pressure of my grip to help her hold on. We stayed like that for the remainder of the 15 minute drive, hoping all the while that I would feel just a small bit of wetness creep out. It never happened, but her hips would grind against my hand occasionally, and that alone would be enough to fap to later.

When we finally got to my parent’s house, I expected her to bolt inside to pee, but she didn’t. Maybe the urge had gone away, but she loitered in the driveway for a few minutes until I offered to give her a ride home.

We piled into my beat up civic and drove to her place. With the pee excitement concluded, I assumed we would at least fuck around a bit in her driveway once we got there as we always did. It was mostly mutual masturbation (without showing each other much, of course. That would be too embarrassing!) but there would be the occasional handjob or tit-sucking. Again, I put my hand on her pussy over the top of her shorts. She spread her legs slightly and ground into me, giving me a good view of her camel toe. Oh, I was certainly going to get off!

We pulled into her driveway, and I made my move, immediately sending both hands to he passenger seat to unbuckle her shorts. That’s when Mandy stopped me. “I’m really really sorry. I have to pee so bad.” And she started to get out of my car.

In what was probably my bravest moment ever, I mustered all my courage and asked “can I watch?” Already halfway out the car door, she called back “sure, if my parents aren’t home. Wait here!” And immediately ran to her door.

It felt like forever, and I considered driving off. If her parents were home it would look pretty suspicious for her to come back outside and tell me to go away. If they weren't home it would be pretty strange for them to drive up with me sitting in the driveway. Either way, Mandy had been inside long enough that I assumed she had to relieve herself before coming back to get me. I began to start the car, disappointed, when I saw her front door open. She hurriedly waved her arm to beckon me in.

We made a b-line for the back bathroom. My heart was throbbing in my throat. My dick was throbbing in my pants. She had me by the hand, leading me through her house. I was admiring her ass from behind, her white shirt, tan skin, long brown hair, and fucking awesome shorts.

That’s when she made a turn that would change my life forever. Instead of turning right into the bathroom she went straight leading me into her messy bedroom. I assumed she was just grabbing something from her room and that we'd be on our way back to the bathroom, so I just stood in the doorway.

She paced around her room a bit and played with her hair, raising her arms over her head, which made her tits pop out slightly. She grabbed a towel and set it on the floor. She stood over it and looked directly at me.

I was so nervous and excited I could barely speak. This fetish was very new to me. I admitted it to her about the same time I really realized it about myself. Was this making her uncomfortable? Was she judging me? Was she only doing this because she thought I'm a sick freak? Somehow, watching her pee on a toilet would be more normal. Less invasive. I may not have been quite ready to cross this bridge, so I managed to stammer out: "I mean... I would be happy just watching you pee normal style-” I got out before she stopped me. “Too late” she whimpered, glancing down at herself and blushing heavily. Her knees buckled inwards slightly and she began peeing herself. Through her bikini bottoms. Through those fantastic board shorts that amazingly didn’t show wetness all that much at first, but just forced her pee to leak out one side. The pee trickled down her leg in a small rivulet. She did that leg-raising move that girls do where she wanted to see the damage for herself, and bent over at the ahoulders to stare at her own crotch.

She touched herself over her shorts to assess the damage. At some point, I don’t remember when, which is funny considering how burnt into my memory this story is, I dropped to my knees, right in the door of her bedroom, and started masturbating furiously. His was a new barrier we had crossed, and this was the first time I did it so openly, so bare, in front of her. My shorts were around my knees and my dick was in my hand. I can remember every detail of that pee trickling down her leg as if it were a video saved on my hard drive. I came on her floor embarrassingly quickly - even before she was fully done pissing.

She smiled at me sheepishly, and I pulled up my pants and smiled back. The realization set in that I had to get out of there - if her parents came home with my car in the driveway and nobody home, we would be fucked. I stammered something along the lines of “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” and that’s arguably still true today.

#true story #wetting #pissing #virgin #cfnm #shorts wetting #bikini #masturbating #gooning

highlife3535-deactivated2017071

Like/Reblog if you know this would make you cum in your pants

wetbatross

Relevant!

That Time in SLC

I had a really hard time right after I got married. I wasn’t used to being with just one girl, having been a bit of a playboy all through college. The girl I married was a bit different than my normal tastes, too. She was so innocent.

The first time she found porn on my computer, it was a big fight. The second time was a bigger fight. I wanted to make the marriage work so I decided I would have to stop the rotting that was going on in my brain, and condition myself to only be attracted to her. After all, I had some pretty weird sexual kinks (see my tumblr page and likes) and she was very vanilla.

I decided to pledge myself to nofap. For anyone not familiar, it’s a community on Reddit that claims to solve porn-related mental issues by just having some willpower and not looking at porn or masturbating. Any sort of sex or real-life stimulation is fine, just nothing on your own.

I was fine for the first week. Our sex life was getting better, and I was getting a little less premature.

Then, however, I had to go on a business trip to Salt Lake City.

Hotels have always been a trigger for me. Something about being un-encumbered and somewhat anonymous In a strange city really kicks my libido into overdrive. Couple that with all the extra time alone in a hotel room, and I believe there’s some old Mormon saying about idle hands that would be appropriate in this context.

I was determined to not fap, however. However, by Wednesday I knew I needed to get out of my hotel room, and I knew that I needed some sort of visual stimulation. My imagination was running wild, and I was getting desperately close to just rubbing one out to the thought of my ex girlfriend who wet her shorts for me….

Technically, by the definition of NoFap, a strip club would be legal. It would be a moral grey area with regards to my marriage, but sometimes it’s better to strive for progress and not perfection. I got on the Internet and searched until I found one near my hotel. I got in my rental car - still wearing my work clothes: khakis and a polo.

To my dismay, apparently SLC has some pretty strict rules about strip clubs. For one thing, the girls don’t actually strip. They just dance around in tiny bikinis. They don’t even get topless. Hell, they don’t even serve beer.

It was fine though. I walked in and took a seat near the back of the empty room (who knew most people would not pay to see women not strip?) content to watch the black girl dancing on stage who was super hot. I figured I would eventually get the courage to move up near the stage and start tipping her, maybe even asking for a dance eventually. I was nervous, you see…. While very sexually experienced, this was only my second time in a strip club, ever, and these girls being covered somehow made it “more naughty”. So I had some butterflies and some shaky knees, but I was determined to get a lap dance from that hot black girl (I always kind of regretted that I had never hooked up with a black girl when I was single.)

I was feeling better already. I was on the hunt now, and not just a victim to my dick holding me hostage in the hotel room. My confidence was high. No plan survives first contact with the enemy, however.

As I was sitting there contemplating my approach, another girl approached me. This immediately threw me off my game. She was hot as well, but in a different way. Very SLC-punk. Tattoos, a lip ring, dreadlocks. Tan skin. Great body. Hot pants with one of those belts that serves no purpose…. Hnnnngh!

She started chatting me up, asked me to buy her a “drink” (a Diet Coke!) and we talked a bit about why I was in town, and the weather and whatever other bullshit you talk about while “getting to know” a stripper that doesn’t mind if you’re staring at her tits but you still feel uncomfortable doing so so blatantly. I think she said her name was "Maya". Obviously fake. Still added to her hotness.

After maybe 5 minutes, we got down to business. 3 dances for $15. My heart was in my throat. The empty room made everything seem so personal. I said “that sounds awesome” and she grabbed my hand and led me to an out-of-the-way hallway. It was fairly dark and away from prying eyes (of the bartender, bouncers, and other dancer- the only other people in the room-all of whom were aware of my presence.) Walking back to our destination, her leading the way, I got a phenomenal view of her ass-butt cheeks hanging out of her hot pants. I was already at a 3.5 before the dance even started.

It wasn’t a normal chair, it was more like a single person sofa complete with armrests that I would have assumed made giving a lap dance more difficult. This girl, however, was a pro. She started off my lap, between my legs, bent over at the waist - giving me a wonderful view of her ass and the shape of her mound under her purple hot pants. She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned as she sat on my lap - her knees together, in between mine simulating doggy style, but with me sitting. I was at a solid 5 now, and hard enough that I’m sure she could feel me through my khakis, even if she didn’t let on at all.

She stood up, spun around and put my knees together. She put her tits in my face, motorboat style, and jiggled back and forth to slap my cheeks with her glittery tits. I stayed absolutely still, not knowing the protocol in this situation… Do I press my face into her? Just let her do her thing? Regardless, I’m sure I looked pretty awkward- frozen like that. She had me at a 6 at this point, my cock stiff in my pants, laying to the left slightly as it does.

That’s when she climbed onto the couch with me. She straddled my lap and pressed her mound into my crotch, gyrating to the tune of “candy man”. I’ll never forget it.

There was a bit more reverse motor boating, and a lot of grinding. Her hips digging into me, all I could think about is if I was offending her by being so hard. My legs spread open in an attempt to get my cock to behave - to lay right, because maybe then she would just think it was the seam of my pants…. I was at an 8. My butt clenched putting more pressure on my cock, rocking my hips into her. She grabbed my shoulders sliding along the lay of my cock. There was no doubt, she knew EXACTLY what she was doing, and now all I could think about was NOT cumming, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her scantily-clad mound rubbing up and down the length of my shaft. I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that all that separated my cock from her wet clit was three small layers of fabric: my thin boxers, my thin khakis, and her shiny Lycra hot pants, so tight that I could see her lips parted over my shaft. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t un-clench my cheeks. She wasn’t letting up. My hips bucked as she eschewed all semblance of a dance and flat-out humped me.

That’s when my dick started to throb. I had a moment of clarity during my orgasm - things were about to get really awkward. My face went stone as I stared at her face trying to gauge her reaction, and I tried not to move at all - to try to mask the fact that I was cumming in my pants. To this day, I’m certain she knew. She had to feel my cock throbbing as it spurted rope after rope into my boxers - pent up cum from nearly a week with no release. I watched her face to try to gauge her reaction, but she didn’t even give me a wink or a smile. Her eyes were closed and she was off in her own world.

She must have known though (right? She had to!) because thankfully she stopped grinding soon thereafter and went back to some more “classic” moves. The song (the first song!) finished up and she leaned in to my ear, and with her most seductive cheat-a-guy-out-of-money voice she informed me that for just $50, we could get a private room and I could “do more” and “touch her”.

I stammered a bit. Did she not know? I made some very quick excuse in a shaky voice about needing to get up early in the morning (I didn’t) and that I’d be back tomorrow (I wouldn’t) paid her $40 for the dance, got up and headed for the door. When I got into the light of the main room, i looked down and saw the damage. There was a sand-dollar sized wet spot on my khakis where I had leaked through my boxers. It felt like everyone was watching as I power-walked towards the door. Whether she felt me cum, felt the sticky wetness on my pants, or even did it all on purpose, I will never know.

I do know, however, that every person in that club saw the cum stain as I headed for the parking lot, red-faced.

Thanks for reading!

#premature ejaculation #stripclub #true story #lapdance #came in my pants #grinding #slc #tease #dry humping #girls humping things

fulldiapergirls

shaneistrash-deactivated2017112

Oh man (watch till the end)

wetbatross

Holy fucking... The grool dripping from her pussy, along with getting caught!

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whitneywisconsin2

What Do You Guys Want To See

I dont care if this blog gets deleted

wetbatross

Diaper or wetting play! Broaden your horizons!

escapismodl-deactivated20160211

Anons, followers, DL around the world.

I just read about the Marshmallow Challenge (or Marshmallow Trick), which you can guess what is about…

You have any experience about? You dare to try? You ever tried?

wetbatross

Have done it maaany times. It's a favorite of mine. The loss of control is amazing. Someday I'm going to get brave and go in public after I've "prepped"