Rikki Bare

I'm enjoying this thread but I'm now going the use the bathroom as I need to go to bed and don't wet it. I'n useless at holding anyway so generally I have to work at finding a bathroom. Today at home alone I have been dressed in 'support boxer shorts' and peeing in them on and off all day. They seem to dry pretty quick ready for rewetting.

I had to drive home about 50 miles. I was travelling alone. Before I left my friend I had a large mug of tea and was feeling a need to pee. Normally when I do this I make sure I visit the bathroom. Today I decided not to. I wanted to see if I could get home without peeing. I drove down the road already feeling considerable pressure in my bladder and was already thinking I might not make it. I stopped a mile down the road as I needed some groceries I also thought there might be a bathroom at the small trading estate where I could go if I got really desperate, but I couldn't see one. E

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Hi Pee2poop, An interesting idea. Perhaps Jayne will try this and it will be an embarrassing disaster. Perhaps she really WANTS it to be a disaster! She has certainly been holding on too long and something's got to give soon. Rikki

Followers of my pee exploits over the years will know that I have a liking for pee wet pants and have deliberately pissed myself in all sorts of places. Sometimes publicly but mostly privately but with a real chance of getting caught. This report is a little different in that it was totally involuntary. I live in a rural area in the UK. I went out one day about a week ago to deliver some leaflets. When I left home I didn’t feel a need need to wee, I finished my large cup of tea and just left. I was wearing some heavy dark blue denim button fly jeans and as usual I was commando. The f

Gig at Fountains Hotel PART 2 The Anniversary party The sun was getting low when we tired of swimming, diving and ducking each other. We returned to the tables where we found Miranda’s husband, Richard sitting talking to the band. He was clean and dry and looking smart dressed in slim cream slacks and a red retro polo shirt. He had on red socks to match the shirt and cream canvas slip-on’s. Miranda went straight over to him and bending down gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You look smart where are you thinking of going?" Water ran off the long sleeves of her tee shirt onto hi

Part 1. A Gig at Last I am Peter, manager of and roadie for a struggling English Reggae rock band. We had the crazy idea of undertaking a Caribbean tour which was inevitably a total failure. Then suddenly two weeks ago I received a booking enquiry. It was the first we’d had in months and we were thinking of giving up on the "tour’ and returning to the UK. I was pleased to talk to Celia the manager of Fountains Hotel in neighbouring St Marie. I negotiated a fee for a one night gig. She had heard our demo recording and were happy to pay rather more than I expected including travel from

Very many thanks Gledenwetgoose. You have stopped me being lazy and just posting an old less good story. It will take a few days to post my original Fountains Hotel story as I am re-writing it to include the extensive peeing bits I had censored out for the old insecure wetlookstories.eu site. I won't be using that site any more. Rikki

Sorry moderator, I will re-post the stories here. They have nothing that is objectionable to peefans although there is very little peeing there. Rikki

Preface. This story is set in Fountains Hotel, a fantasy establishment on the fictional island of San Marie. [Content here removed - explanation below] Enjoy Rikki Bare A Very Wet Holiday The family:- Jane Seymour, age 18 - Sue Seymour, her elder sister, age 20 - Mary Robinson nee Seymour – aunt to Jane and Sue, age 43 - David Robinson, Mary’s husband, age 42 - Mark, Sue’s lover age 21. Jane introduced the Seymour family to wetlook when she swam fully clothed in the river Dart in Devon England on a baking hot day the previous summer. She pulled

I’m Rikki and I attended human sexuality 101, unofficially to find out how the teachind had changed in the 20 years since I was an undergraduate at this university. I dressed in a smart cream linen suit and a dark shirt and white tie. I sat in the front row to get a good view of the teaching as I had heard there were to be practical demonstrations. I was already extremely aroused and my penis was tenting my pants through my loose boxer shorts. While Holly was making the first puddle on the carpet a gorgeous young blond woman wearing a low cut long green satin dress which was slashed

Hi Pp, Yes I ve read the whole story loved it all. I would want to pee wet my skirt in public so it really shows. I've done it in jeans but never in a skirt. Love rikki 🥰

Paulypeeps, You have exceeded yourself reaching new heights of naughty here, and I loved it. I would so love to be Colleen. Wearing skirts commando and with two girls and their mother to fuck. Peeing in a skirt without trying to keep it dry would be great. The only thing I would want to change would be to choose colours where the pee would really stain and watching the 'tide mark' develop as my pee dries. I would then re-wet it for and even better pattern. I am such an exhibitionist! Lots of love Rikki

Thank you guys. I have the next short chapter nearly finished and the rest mapped out but I have little time for writing so you may need to wait a while. Rikki

This story contains clothes pissing indoors, in the car and in public. Also sexual behaviour. By Rikki Bare Part one Julie I soaked my clothes with piss whilst sitting at my computer desk, when my best friend Sandra rang to invite me to come away for the weekend. This might seem an odd thing to do, so let me explain. I’m Julie, and for a living I write technical manuals. I work from home 90% of the time so I don’t see people in the flesh most days. My home office is right at the top of my tall London town house and the toilet is three floors down. I work intensively on my c

Exactly my thing for years. Often in black pants but challenging myself in pee obvious pants. My favourite is pale blue skinny jeans. I never ever wear 'protection'.

Great as ever Paulypeeps

Short Story: "Did you hear that David was banned for peeing in the swimming pool?" "But everybody pees in the pool!" "Not from the high Board." I myself always pee in the pool or shower. Have done all my long life. Rickie

Hi Paulypeeps, Straight in there then. I'm not at home to Real life! Idea certainly has possibilities and much better than any I've had. Wetly Rikki

My adventure today, Bank Holiday Monday 3rd May 1999 Contains exhibitionist clothes wetting True story written 24 years ago especially for my online friend Pp-Panties Rikki Bare In my quest for WS kicks today I decided to go for a stroll along the cliff top. Now this is a place I've visited many times before normally wearing black pants or shorts. Or arranging that my denim shorts are concealed by a very long T-shirt. The path is about two miles long. In some paces it divides and there are passing places about 10 feet apart. In others there is just a very narrow strip betwe

Warning story includes harm to public transport and potential discomfort to others. Not something I approve of but still fantasise about. This short story was inspired by the sensation of accidentally sitting my dry butt on a hot, piss wet, towel. I had just soaked it earlier sitting at my computer but had been called away and had to get changed into dry pants to go see someone. On returning I resumed my seat still wearing my dry clothes. It is pure fiction. Enjoy, Rikki I sometimes work a day in London coming home by train in the 'rush hour'. This usually involves standing for

Warning this story contains explicit gay sex in addition to the material in earlier stories. Enjoy or avoid. Rikki This story recounts the events of the day after Julie and I first got together with Frank and Anna. We met in the Cashba Club and they returned with us to Julie’s flat for a night’s wet sex. The story of that evening is told in Julie 8: Club Friends. Dickie: December 1997. We sat naked around the breakfast table; Frank, Anna, Julie and myself. Naked because we had just spent the night all together in Julie’s big bed and had showered as a foursome soaping each other

Pushing Back the Frontiers. (Julie 9) This story recounts the events of the day after Julie and I first got together with Frank and Anna. We met in the Cashba Club and they returned with us to Julie’s flat for a night’s wet sex. The story of that evening is told in Julie 8: Club Friends. Dickie: December 1997. We sat naked around the breakfast table; Frank, Anna, Julie and myself. Naked because we had just spent the night all together in Julie’s big bed and had showered as a foursome soaping each other all over lovingly. With such intimacy still hanging around there was no need

For as many years as I can remember I have enjoyed all things watery. My early water fantasies mainly turned around going bathing fully dressed and I remember a dream, or daydream I’m unsure which, where it was normal to plunge in a pool after getting dressed to go out so that my clothes were properly wet. I’m not sure how old I was at the time, not more than ten I think as the outfit involved was a ‘short pants’ suit. I would also deliberately piss in my pyjamas before a morning bath and then get in the bath still wearing them. Other memories centre around embarrassing incidents, accidenta