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  1. Would love to see the pics you have in your collection
  2. New addition interview

    Just joined the group and i figured i would share some background. I love to cook so any food questions are welcomed. Im into watching women pee and i have a panty fetish. Ask away!
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  4. Pissing her Panties.jpg

    Friend Pissing Her Panties

    Getting caught Tina was an attractive girl, long dark hair, size 10 and legs that seemed to go on forever, she was as hated by the other women in the clubs, as she was popular with the men, Tonight she was extremely popular, dressed in a tight white catsuit, tiny white bikini panties, and shiny red crotch length boots, she had decided not to bother with a bra! It had been a good night in the club, she'd had many drinks bought for her and had danced with most of the men it there, however as usual she was going home alone, it was her choice, she liked to be in control. Being mid summer it was a warm night, or perhaps early morning would have been more correct, it was 5 AM, and many people were still in the clubs partying. She made her way along the deserted main street through town, it was only a 15 minute walk to her house, and she enjoyed the peace and quiet, quiet that is except for the clicking sound of her boot heels on the pavement. She'd almost reached the end of the main street, when the first twinge hit her, she really should have used the club toilets before she left, she gritted her teeth and walked on. By the time she reached the end of the road, she knew she was not going to make it home in dry panties, a couple of spurts had already made them damp and she knew she'd never manage the short distance home and remain dry. It was at this point that she spotted the old shop on the corner, unlike all the rest it had never been modernised, and, where all the rest had a flat front that bordered the pavement, this had 2 windows, then a kind of hallway with the door at the bottom, the floor was covered in a dark faded wood, no doubt in it's heyday it would have been polished to a high gloss! She hurried into the deep doorway, lowered her zip, and pulled her arms out of the tight white catsuit, she'd barely managed to get it and her panties down to her boot tops, when, her bladder finally gave up and a torrent of steaming piss gushed forth, it sprayed all over her boots, and formed a large pool on the wooden floor, she'd just managed to dress herself and was feeling pleased that she'd managed to get away without being seen, when suddenly an arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her backwards, before she knew it she was inside the shop. "Dirty fucking whore" screamed a very large and very angry looking man, "cheap dirty slut, look at you, tits poking out of your top, an outfit so tight you can see your knickers, and boots that only a street whore would wear" Tina was just about to tell him that she was nothing of the kind, when he began to yell at her again, "As if dressing like a common tart isn't bad enough, you decide to piss in my doorway, it's the same every week, clean it on Friday night, come Saturday morning, some slut has left her stinking piss all over it again" He stood glaring at her, then just as she was wondering what was going to happen next, he stepped closer to her, then spoke again, there was something menacing about his voice. "ok slut strip", she stared at him, "come on, strip, or shall I rip them off"? She shook her head, and with some difficulty removed the long red boots, she paused for a moment, then removed the tight white catsuit, she stood in front of him, naked, except for a small white pair of bikini panties. "I said strip, that means everything" he hissed, "including the pants" She hurriedly removed them and tried to hide herself with her arms, he stepped over to the counter and produced a cheap nylon bikini, it was very thin, and bright red, he threw it on the floor in front of her, "put that on,lets see how slutty that makes you look" She hurriedly did as she was told, it was a terrible cheap bikini, the material did nothing to hide her pointy nipples, and the panties were extremely tight, and quite big. "now get dressed and be quick about it, I'll show you what a drunken slut looks like" he growled, she hurriedly pulled on the white catsuit and stepped back into the long red boots, the bikini was clearly visible beneath the white material. "here drink this" he snarled, handing her a 2 litre bottle of ice cold water, she drank it as quick as she could, then he handed her a large glass of whisky, "now this" he said, smirking at her. A few minutes after drinking the whisky she began to feel slightly dizzy, then she felt the need to use the toilet, she squirmed slightly, the man noticed immediately. "I suppose you'd like to piss now, would you"?, she nodded, "yes, if you don't mind, where is the toilet"?, the man laughed at her, "the toilet, it's in your pants, and your boots, I bet they can hold lots of piss, well put it this way, we're about to find out, go on piss into the boots" She had no option but to do as she was told, she relaxed her muscles, and a stream of hot urine flooded out of her panties, down her thighs, and trickled into her boots. "that's better, all empty now are we" he asked, she nodded her head, "yes I think so" she whispered. "well don't worry we'll soon fill you up" and with that he handed her another large bottle of iced water, by 8.30 her boots were almost full to the tops, and her suit was soaking, the cheap red panties could clearly be seen under the sodden white material. "not much longer, drink this", he said, handing her a large glass of whisky,she'd barely finished drinking it when she realised she was about to pass out, she came round a few minutes later to find herself sitting in the shop doorway, as she sat there in a drunken haze she heard the mans voice again, softer this time, "that's right slut, piss those pants, thats a good girl, let everyone see what a drunken whore you really are", she looked down at the stream of warm piss that sprayed from her crotch and pooled around her booted feet, then she passed out once more. The man took the remainder of the whisky and poured it over the top of her catsuit, soaking her chest and making the bikini top even more visible, he placed the empty bottle in her hand and went back into the shop, the next time she came round she heard laughter, and could see bright flashes, "look at the state of that" said a womans voice, "what a tart, fancy getting in that state". She tried to stand but couldn't, a splash of cold piss emerged from her boot top as she landed back on the doorstep, suddenly a man dragged her to her feet and placed her in the back of a van, "urgh, she's totally pissed herself, even her boots are full", she heard him say. The next thing she knew it was mid afternoon, she opened her eyes and realised she was in a police cell, she was dragged out of the cell, and brought in front of a rather stern looking sergeant behind a desk, she could hear other people making crude comments about her and feel them staring at her piss soaked outfit. She was charged with being drunk and incapable, and urinating in a public place for which she was fined £100, then she was led out of the police station and into the street, "I suggest you go home young lady, you look disgusting" said the sergeant, as he closed the door behind her. She was refused a taxi, and had to walk home through the busy town centre, there were crude comments and shouts from the people as she walked through the busy streets, every so often piss would squirt out of her boots and people would point and jeer at her, would she ever be able to show her face in public again? THE END
  6. Selling pissy panties?

    Just curious as to whether anyone here has or is interested in buying panties that have been peed in. I sell on other sites but have just learned of this one. I'm a legal teen with a water sports fetish and would love to share it.
  7. A Dream Come True

    Disclaimer: This story is fictional, but based somewhat on truth. I am not the narrator. A few nights ago I woke from a dream that left me with an almost painful erection. In the dream, my wife and I were walking somewhere at night and she wasn't wearing pants. She was walking ahead of me as I admired her panty-clad bottom, round and shapely. She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling, flirting. Then she turned around and gasped as I heard a hiss and her panties filled with warm pee. My alarm interrupted the dream and I opened my eyes to see my massive erection almost poking through my boxer-briefs. I turned my alarm off and rolled over to see my gorgeous wife rubbing her eyes and yawning. She also noticed my erection and smiled. "Good morning," she said. I felt her delicate fingers touch the tip of my penis through my shorts. "Good morning," I said as she eased the top of my boxers down and freed my swollen cock from its prison. I returned the favor by reaching my hand to the gusset of her panties and slipping my finger through to feel her clit. She was already getting wet, so I easily rubbed her slit. She scooted closer to me, still caressing the shaft and tip of my penis. I scooted closer, as well, and she guided my cock closer to her warm and moist pussy but stopped just enough for my tip to touch the lips of her vagina. We writhed and moved like this for a few minutes, kissing passionately, stopping only to kiss each other's neck or shoulders. It wasn't long before I slipped easily into her, feeling both pain as I wanted to cum right now and pleasure as I wanted to make the feeling of her warmth and wetness and softness last as long as possible. She sighed and moaned as we gently and passionately moved together. Her sighs became gasps, though, and we quickened our pace. Her mouth opened in a loud moan and I could feel her getting even wetter. I couldn't hold on anymore and I also moaned and thrust harder as we both came together, crying out and then nearly melting into the bed as we finished. Later, as we were getting dressed for work, my wife asked: "So was that just morning wood, or were you dreaming about something?" I must have blushed because she smiled. "Guilty," I said. "I was dreaming about you." "What were you dreaming?" she asked. I hesitated. My wife and I had never been into pee-play as a couple, even though she was aware that before our marriage I looked at pee-related porn and seemed to have a secret fetish for wetting. A few times she had invited me into the bathroom to watch her pee, and once while showering together, I wouldn't let her out to use the bathroom, so she had said, Well, then and just peed in the shower. But after 15 years of marriage and three kids, those few times were it, other than some sneeze or cough spurts that happen to nearly all women. "Umm, well," I said. I could feel my face redden. But my wife and I were also one of those rare couples who doesn't hide anything. I know that sounds hard to believe, but we are honest about our desires, our fears, our concerns, our feelings. If I find another woman attractive, I tell my wife. Rather than getting angry, she appreciates my candor and knows that just because I think a girl is attractive doesn't mean I'm going to cheat or even that I find that girl more attractive than her. Likewise, she is open with me, as well. "Out with it," she said. "I dreamt you peed your panties," I said. She giggled and gave me a look that said, You naughty boy. "Well, you would have to get me really drunk for that one." Fast forward to that evening. After work we got a sitter for the kids and decided to go out for dinner. We took a cab because on our nights out my wife and I both like to have a bit to drink. To embrace gender stereotypes, I like beer and she likes wine coolers and daiquiris. But we both occasionally order mixed drinks and on this night we went a little heavy on the rum: she a few pina coladas and me a few Cuba libres. As the night crept on, I felt my wife rubbing her bare foot up my leg under the table. She would smile at me and bite her lip. "Wanna get out of here?" she finally asked. Of course I did. We decided to walk a few blocks to enjoy the night air before catching a cab home. We knew the kids would be asleep by now and it was obvious we wanted to enjoy as much of the night together as possible. Then, she said it. "I have to pee." I wasn't sure I really heard it at first. Then she reached down and held herself. "Well, we can walk back to the bar," I said. "It's too far," she said. I laughed. I could still see the bar on the next block. "Is there anybody around?" she asked. I looked around us and there was no one, except a few guys standing outside the bar. We were on a fairly secluded street with more trees than houses or cars. "Let's walk a little farther," she said. She took me by the hand and led me deeper down this tree-lined street. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Okay," she said, not answering me. "This is better." This next part may sound unbelievable to you, but it happened just as I'm about to tell you. My wife started working with the button of her jeans. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Well, I'm not going to get my jeans wet," she said. She kicked off her sandals, unzipped her jeans and tugged them down her full legs. Now she was standing in front of me in just her panties and an adorable gray Minnie Mouse t-shirt she bought on our Disney trip a few years ago. It was snug enough to flatter her full breasts and womanly tummy. Combined with the gray panties with pink trim (Those are my favorite, I once said. They're all your favorite, she had replied). I looked around to make sure we really were alone. Two sensations overwhelmed me: concern that someone would see her like this (another man, perhaps) and arousal at how naughty and spontaneous she was acting right now. She smiled at me and bit her lip again in that way that makes me lose my mind every time. "You're drunk," I said. "Maybe," she whispered. "But I can't hold it much longer." She squeezed her legs together, and I stared at her like this, her full figure making her so goddess-like that I just wanted to fall at her feet and do whatever she wished of me. "Ohhh," she moaned. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it." I was speechless as she squirmed and shifted her legs. "Oh my god, I'm gonna--" She stopped talking and instead gasped as a warm stream of pee soaked the gusset of her panties and started to dribble down her legs. "Oh, god, that feels good." I couldn't take it anymore. I unzipped my fly and took out my now throbbing cock. I walked up to her, but I didn't have to go far. Still peeing, she grabbed my arms and pulled me close to her. "This is the sexiest thing you have ever done," I said. "I know," she whispered, "and it won't be the last time." She unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them and my boxer-briefs to my knees. I kicked them off next to hers. At this point, I didn't care if anyone saw us. I just cared that I wanted her. I could hear the soft splatter of her pee falling to the ground as I kissed her. Then, surprised, I felt her guide me to her warm flow, past her damp panties, and into her soaking wet slit. The warm splashes of pee hitting my penis were so glorious I almost lost it right there. I thrust gently, letting my cock feel the warmth of her urine as well as caress her sensitive slit. She sighed as her flow stopped. She surprised me again as she pulled away and then turned around, placing her hands against a tree next to us. She stuck her round and wet panty-clad ass out at me and I remembered my dream. I didn't hesitate and stepped up to her, eased the gusset of her panties aside, and slipped easily into her wet vagina from behind. She moved her hips and ass perfectly and I reached under her shirt to caress her breasts through her bra as she leaned back into me. I kissed her neck and shoulders and felt her moving quicker and harder as I reached my other hand to the front gusset of her panties and rubbed her slit. She moaned and I felt a trickle on my fingertip and then down the shaft of my penis. "Oh god, I'm...peeing again," my wife moaned as I continued to thrust my cock into her. "Go ahead," I whispered. She moaned again and I heard a hiss as my fingers, the front of her panties, and my cock grew wet with a steady flow of warm pee. It wasn't much, but my wife's moans were growing to gasps. I pulled out of her, though, and turned her around to face me. Then I grabbed her ass and pulled her close, slipping my cock easily between the gusset of her panties and back into her. It only took a few thrusts until we were both crying out in ecstasy, not caring if anyone heard us. I remained inside of her, even after we came, but started to pull away as I felt my own need to pee arising. "No, don't take it out yet," my wife said, grabbing my ass and holding me there. "That feels good." I laughed. "But now I have to pee." "I don't care," she whispered. "You...are amazing," I said. I kissed her again,enjoying the taste of her sweet lips and the feel of her tongue touching mine. I moved just enough to slip my cock out of her vagina but remain inside the gusset of her panties and just at her slit. I closed my eyes and sighed as my warm stream started. She gasped as it sprayed against her already wet slit and soaked her panties even more. I moved just a little and tried to aim my stream to the front of her slit, close to her clitoris. She moaned and was soon moving her hips again. Splashes fell at our feet as my flow increased. Then she panted and had another small but obviously pleasurable orgasm. My pee dwindled to a trickle as I held her close, hugging her, then kissing her softly and gently. "Oh my god, that was good," she said. "Mmm hmm," I said. "A dream come true?" she asked, winking. "Better," I said.