If You Pee Your Pants Here It's Ok....

I Do And I Love It. Share wet experience stories of mine, those of my friends and some contributed from other ladies who love peeing their pants. There are more stories on my MESSAGE BOARD. Please feel free to add any of your own.

Hi Everyone, Hope you are all enjoying our site. Thanks to those who have posted stories in the guest book. I hope to be adding some more soon, perhaps some of the reactions we got making videos. Love 'N' Pisses. Rhonda
I like to party and often end up drinking too much. I'm 19 so I can't get in the bars, but I always get totally wasted at parties. About four years ago I got really smashed and accidently pissed my pants. About all I remember about that night is how good it felt as warm pee soaked the tight jeans I was wearing. Several times before this I had awakened to find I had peed the bed along with the clothes I was wearing when I passed out. I had no recollection of doing it, so I really hadn't experienced the wonderful sensations of warm pee soaking me. For about a year I usually ended up soaking myself every time I was drunk enough that everyone would believe it to be accidental. I found myself wanting an excuse to have to pee my pants even when I was sober. I started drinking plenty of liquid before going anywhere, especially if I knew rest rooms may be hard to find. When really got desperate I would TRY to let just enough go to make just the crotch of my jeans wet, maybe a few inches down the inseam. This worked great a few time at the mall, but one Saturday, at a very busy supermarket, I miscalculated how bad I needed to go with how long I was going to have to wait in the check out. While shopping I had let just enough go to be (enjoyably) wet. While the clerk was ringing me up I was making a huge puddle. My jeans were soaked, both front and back, and my shoes were overflowing. I calmly walked out like nothing had happened, but something was happening. I had never feel more daring, and that combined with the warm pee that had just run down my legs, (now colder than shit) made me soooo hot by the time I got everything in the car. I just had to get off and did so right there in the parking lot. It was great!! About a year ago, I found out my cousin Jamie had a similar experience when she was several years before.

Well it was one those nights my mom had gone out drinking and I knew I'd be alone at least until the bars closed. And, that mom would no doubt be wasted when she came home. Our house has a bar with a built in keg. Curious, I decided to try drinking. I knew missing liquor would be missed so I started drinking beer. As I was finishing what had to be my fourth or fifth pitcher, I heard a car pull up. I tried to focus on who it might be, and realized it must be a cab bringing mom home. I knew she would be totally smashed and the driver would probably have to carry her to the door. I thought, I've got to get to my room and pretend to be to be asleep so she won't bust me. Somehow, it didn't occur to me that if I just put the pitcher out of sight she probably wouldn't notice I was drunk. Problem was, I couldn't get out of the over stuffed chair in which I was sitting and as I was trying to do so, I suddenly realized I was going to pee, right then. Pee begin gushing out of me and as I felt it's warmth soaking my panties and the tight skirt I was wearing, my last attempt at standing up was resulting in my falling forward, face first on the floor. Piss was still going everywhere, and my mom walked in. She must have not been very drunk because she knew immediately what I had been up too. Anyway, the lecture wasn't too bad and she was happy I had done my "experimenting" at home. The next day she told me that even though she was upset with me for drinking so much and even though the chair and carpet were still soaked, she was glad to know that I had pissed my pants. She went on to explain that she peed her pants almost every time she got drunk and now she wouldn't need to always wear black pants so I wouldn't notice. Since then, I when I drink I almost always end up wetting myself, and if I drink beer it's sure thing. And, like Rhonda, sometimes I do it without even thinking about where I am or who will see. Mom? After that she started wearing tight jeans or skirts of what seems to be any color that will make the wet spot stand out best.

Saw your posting about wetting your panties. I started wetting mine about 2 years ago; like you an accident first time, but what a lovely feeling. Wet several times a week now, find it is gradually easier to do, sometimes I don't even realize it! Find wet clothes a pain to deal with so I wear plastic knickers for protection quite often, they feel really nice too, especially when wet.What I love to do is stand in those awful supermarket lines, and wet myself, protected by my plastic pants. Knickers get really wet, plastic halps spread it around and I love the feeling. Sometimes they leak a bit and I feel embarassed. Anna

I am happy to have found other women with whom to share my feelings about wetting (and being wet). A few years ago I was having a relationship with a guy who was 30. We were at a wedding and he made sure I got totally smashed on champagne. The way I like to drink he didn't have to try very hard. I remember when we got to his apartment he more, or less carried me to the couch and started making love to me before I had a chance to make a much needed trip to the bathroom. To make a long story short, I ended up peeing while he was eating me out. I rember a brief feeling of embarassment vanishing as I noticed how much it was turning him on. Later he confessed to have been hoping I would accidently pee either in my pants when we were in public, while we were having sex or preferbly both. I was with him when I had my first (REALLY) public accident too, at least the first one i'm actually certain of. I suppose you could say he got me started but even before him I was sometimes getting on my lips drunk and more often than not later learning I had peed my pants or awakened in a mysteriously wet bed. I think he just showed how enjoyable it could be. I've never felt comfortable sharing how I really feel about this with my friends. They just think I drink too much and tend to be "accident prone". Some even keep plastic in their trunks to protect their car seats. I have to confess I'm not always as drunk as I act to perpetuate this belief. I have to agree with you that one should "go" normally a few times before playing any pee games. My ex lover and I did golden showers to and he peed in my mouth a few times, along with sometimes drenching me from head to toe, and I sometimes did the same to him. I've also found a way to give myself a shower. I drink a lot of liquid (preferably beer) and pee a few times in the toilet, each time trying to save just a little more. If you've ever tried this you know how much pressure you can build this way. When I know I'm right on the verge of losing it all (and have serveral times) I get as upside down as possible against a wall and wait to "explode". As my pee shoots upward I manipulate my lips to control the direction. It took a lot of practice but I can usually shoot about 2 feet into the air with most of it comming down all over me. Did you have a good New year's eve? I certainally did as best I remember. I started drinking beer in the early afternoon and by time to go out I was already pretty messed up. I wore a "painted on" black mini dress I got at Rave and panties. Nothing else. I'm sure my panties stayed wet all night. I don't remember useing a single ladies room and I know I soaked the seats in at least 2 cabs and peed many times sitting in our booth at a local club. I'm told I also peed in a chair at a friend's house. I woke up in a very wet bed, still dressed as before, with one of my vibrators in my panties. I've been sipping beers and I'm getting very wet. I've got to go put on some dry clothes and replace the plastic I'm useing to protect the carpet.

Hi Rhonda, Let me introduce myself first. My name is Lorissa. I am 29 years old and I am German. I am married, have no children and I am working as a sales assistant. My English may be a little imperfect sometimes but I hope you will still understand me. Like you I enjoy wetting myself. It makes me feel guilty but I just can't keep from doing it ever and ever again. My husband works as an outside manager, that means he travels a lot, and this makes it much easier for me. Having the house on my own most of the time I can do what I want without getting discovered. I can't remember how it started. Actually, I have peed myself accidentally when I was little. I have faint memory that I sometimes while playing outside I simply waited too long when I had to go. It was not on purpose. Perhaps it was because I was afraid to miss something my friends did while I was on toilet. I can't say anymore, truth is it happened a few times when I had waited too long I couldn't hold it anymore and wet my pants. Or panties and tights, if I was wearing a skirt. Fortunately for me it happened on my way when I finally went in. So it wasn't discovered by my friends but only by Mom. Of course she was furious. A girl of my age (I was already 10 or 11 and it still happened occasionally) and still peeing herself! Each time she would give me a good hiding and I had to stay in for the rest of that day. It didn't help much. As I grew older this bad habit ceased. I was about 24 and had just hired my first own flat when I was alone at home. I have had some coffee and then some champagne when I suddenly felt I had to pee. I don't know why I suddenly had the wish to keep it in as long as possible. I waited and waited while the urge to pee increased constantly. It was already hurting when I finally went to the bathroom. When I got in there I suddenly felt the urge to wet myself. Without further thinking I stepped into the shower and let go. It felt so good. Just like you described, the warm flow caressed the thighs. My jeans were soaked. Even my feet in my shoes were soaking wet. I was happy. No, happy is the wrong word. I was excited, aroused but at the same time I felt guilty. Like you I couldn't help masturbate until I came. From then on I have done that many times, frequently. The only difference to the first time was it wasn't out of a sudden anymore. It was planned now. I deliberately drank as much as I could until I had to pee. I even started dressing up for the occasion. I mean, I started choosing special outfits for it. I don't mean special in a weird or kinky way, no, it was usually quite normal clothing. What I mean by special is I chose different types of clothing every time, all types of pants, dresses, skirts, etc. And most important, I put on more layers of underwear. Two or even three panties at the same time, pantyhose or tights, and a panty girdle on top. I got a kick out of wearing and soaking so much underwear at the same time. This procedure hasn't changed since. Each time I felt the same excitement, the same arousal, but also I felt so guilty after that. At some time I started to take care of the guilt by punishing myself. I used to take a thin wooden stick very much like a cane and hit myself on my bottom. A psychologist would probably analyse it is working up memories of childhood. May be, but I don't care. The self-caning actually increased my sexual arousal and made the whole situation even more enjoyable. I don't have much experience peeing myself in public. I just don't dare, as opposed to you. It doesn't mean I don't have the wish to pee myself in public. I really have. But some barrier is keeping me from doing it. So far I have only done it outside when it was dark. It isn't really public, I guess. I used to drink at home and then went out for a walk. I would walk until I had to pee. The path I would walk is always deserted and I am careful nobody is in sight. Then I let go. The most dangerous part of it is when I get home. The last 400 yards of our road are lit even at night time and there is no other way to get back to our house. Sometimes people observe me through their window at midnight. And if so, I not sure if they recognise the wet spot on my pants. There is still a small chance they can and that makes it so daring for me. Best is when I encounter a passerby who I know can't help but notice. Stay Wet, Lorissa