IdoPiddleSome2

I resumed using the cheapest Underpads (after leaving them alone since ~2016) when I saw bleeding down the outside of the last Foley I wore. I don't mind sleeping on (& photographing) PEE-Stained sheets; bloodstains = a whole different thing. This go-round, it struck me an Underpad at ~pelvic-level on top of my bottom-sheet Tattles on me (to my Sexually-Infantile-Exhibitionistic delight). This includes the way it sticks to me (b/c I still tend to "sweat like a Politician-ah-say-a-Politician inna Revival-Tent" ☺). I sweat as-described, even if the room is a wee bit chilly. Though I live alo

Oh... This adventure of mine began when I was 52; I'm 74 now.

(with respect) At 52, I had a severe Prostate-infection that seemed to attack nerve-connections. As I healed, I was overjoyed to discover my Bladder-control reset to about where it had been when I was ~2. I didn't experience a moment of distress I'd resumed Wetting-myself. I've only bought my Adult-Diaper-products OTC (getting a wee bit of an Exhibitionism-buzz as I do). I'd seen the term "incontinence-underwear" & only guessed it was the latest (generic) euphemism for Adult-DIAPERS. If I was mistaken I apologize. When I wear the (allegedly) highest-capacity Adult-Diaper that won't fa

Ah, me favorite flowers usually each grow on TWO stems! At 74 & most-attracted to lasses in my own age-range, I fancy those with that slack, relaxed, at-ease look to them (& I mean the whole lady; not merely the lady's hole ☺). Best regards!

FWIW (coming from a 74-y-o with nigh 22 years on prescribed Prostate Meds), I've been a fan of prominent outer-Labia for decades. I love it when a lass poses with her bottom within the camera's "KnowhuttaMean?" zone (& it seems on-purpose), to make her Pussy look as big as her face. No matter how normal (or not) that makes me, I come here as the person I am; not some made-up character I hope somebody will want to perceive. My hearing has a gap or 3 in it, & sounds of Pee hitting the water in yon Porcelain Throne just don't reach my ears as they used-to. OTOH the sight of some delightfu

The TV Show MYTHBUSTERS addressed the ancient fable of a Swimming-Pool-chemical that would color the pool-water red (reacting to Pee in the water). IIRC they consulted College Chemistry Professors who promised them: any known Chemistry that could DO that--would make the water a worse health-risk than would mass quantities of Pee in it. One of them went into some detail why. Chlorine already in the water would need to be overpowered by the stuff, if it was to stain the pool-water as urban legends claimed. Could be a lot has changed since that episode was made; I only had 6 semester-hours o

"...Sing, tarry all day; sing, tarry all day..." "Oh oft I had a naughty dream, My age it was 'bout ten, And I was naked in a room, I may not ought have been, When I began to Piƒss there, It felt so very fine, I filled that room up to my chin, And all that Pee was mine!" (original Parody lyrics ©2022 by IdoPiddleSome2 [under my actual name]. All Rights Reserved. Some lefts may be negotiable)

FWIW my inclination would B to hope such a structure (while I was inside) would be making me an Internet-star unawares. YMMV & 'salright too!

*Due Respect:* FWIW my Peehole has LIPS that blush & pout on their own erectile schedule (which I don't articulate well yet; could just be part of getting old but I don't know that's it). I do know it excites me to watch my Toy playing itself. Those lips seem most excitable while I have a Foley in, but sometimes they just light-off. At their maximum tumescence with nothing invading, they stretch my Peehole to a slit & squeeze my stream nearly flat (with boundary-streams forming ~mirror-image-trajectories against the 'gravity' of surface-tension). These frame the flattened part of

Kindly keep in mind I don't know you at all. What will your old one Tattle about, if you leave it where "everyone" will know whose mattress it was? I have [a selective] fetish, re: Tattled-on, so YMMV. OTOH if you live in a town where they burn such things (Couches, Mattresses etc) to celebrate (&/or protest) ball-game outcomes, you might exploit that to get the evidence smoked if you'd rather! Best regards!

Just now, nothing but socks (to protect my ankles from my toenails). My body seems to read sleeping in an Adult-Diaper as a tactile invitation to WET it as I sleep; Bare, I wake up to use a receptacle. If that changes after upcoming Bladder-cancer-surgery, I'll probably share it happily here.

(with respect) IMO Pee is a special case b/c we're Mammals. Pee (as part of mating-rituals) is in our DNA whether we're actively aware of it or not. We respond to it on levels we might not recognize; it's still there. This time of year, I respond to a host of airborne allergens I don't actively sense (but, I guarantee you with every sneezing-fit they are still quite real). Can't say the same for body-types or body-parts some find sexy & others don't (FWIW I love to see a lady my age whose Boobs seem to be embracing her Tummy as thay hang like nigh-empty Saddlebags). I know I love to s

Kindly note I'm not a "One-Size-Fits-All" Exhibitionist, so I don't ASS-sume anyone here is one, either. But I perceive Exhibitionism (which I always capitalize) going hand-in-hand with any level of Pee-Love that brings one to a Site like this one. I have called myself an "Excuse-Exhibitionist" (almost any excuse will suffice, from Rules in a Spin-the-Bottle-game to some really convoluted Fool's-Wager). When I realized in 2002 my body had returned to Urinary-control reminiscent of when I was a 2-y-o, my delight was both for the sensations of Urinary Incontinence AND for for the Exhibitionist b

I get the look a lot cheaper! My numbers have changed over the years, but my boyish figure always has the same proportions; Potbellied with no hips to hold anything up! I install metal buttons (they're made to be hammered together) & wear suspenders to hold my jeans (& my Adult-Diaper) up. I wear a belt with this, to stabilize it. To save laundry-machines from my buttons & launder my jeans inside-out with the fly all zipped & buttoned (or snapped). This scrubs the coloring of the fly & crotch (the outside which is being washed against itself) to make it look permanently wet

I don't do "Desperation" b/c my playful, easily-amused Bladder won't have it! I can only do *inevitability" & I love it. "Due Respect," not everyone who Pees on (or in) food throws it away (trust me). Pee is a better condiment on some foods than others, but if I'm flavoring any of my food or drink with mine, it's to consume it & enjoy it. Best regards, everyone!

I'm in my 70s; training when I was *that* age was mostly corporal punishment. No one called the police or sent hordes of trauma-counselors in the early 1950s. It was just how it was done. I didn't actually need any 'motivation' to control my poo, because that stuff BURNED. I had all the reason I needed, right there, to discover how to govern it! With my Pee it was different. Nobody (parents) wanted to have the oldest child still wetting himself, it seemed. Somewhere between age 2 & 3 (maybe 3+) I processed the CONCEPT of governing my Pee, but I was never converted. I learned to avoid punis