in that case you will just have to enjoy wetting your jeans so that your bf thinks you are the most sexy thing on earth.
Originally posted by Maria
We've talked about it. He just isn't into it.
There can be a really big divide between those who are into ws and those who are into scat. My ex husband was a very kinky guy, used to want to take me to fetish clubs and swinger parties, etc. In such kinky company, I didn't mind admitting I was a ws fan, but scat play seemed to be off limits even among perverts.
It is a very different situation when it comes to some "bar stool wetting" by a suitably lusty wench. After I got divorced I was on the dating scene for more than a couple of years, and I used to "test the waters" (pun intended) by saying things like: "Oh, don't make me laugh so hard! I'm just about to wet my pants!" Since this is supposedly a somewhat "rare" fetish, it was surprising how many seemingly "vanilla" guys would do their raunchy best to make me laugh even harder!
Its been some time since I have been able to log onto this site, but at last my internet programme has allowed me to reset my password. Anyway, the last time I filled my pants in public was a few months back. I normally wear briefs but on this occasion I was wearing white cotton boxer briefs. This made it all the more embarrassing, since they are a bit loose in the leg.
I was shopping in the nearby town when the call came, rather suddenly, and I knew there was going to be a disaster if I didn't get to a toilet quickly. There is a supermarket nearby where the toilets are kept spotless and I made my way as fast as I could towards it. I had to cross a busy road and while waiting for a gap in the traffic I felt my sphincter relase a little. At last I was able to get across and, clenching my bum cheeks, moved as quickly as I could towards the toilet. I think that had I been wearing my normal tight whites I would have just let go, but I desperately tried to hold it all in.
At last I reached the sanctuary of the supermarket and bolted for the Gents as fast as I could, but before I could get there I did the lot in my boxer briefs. I waddled to a cubicle and dropped my jeans, finding that I had not quite messed through my briefs. However my briefs were in a pretty dreadful state. I managed to shake the worst out and cleaned up as best I could, but did not throw my dirty pants into the bin since I was concerned that my jeans would then have become soiled.
I made my way to the car but was very conscious of the fact that my soiled pants advertised their presence to all and sundry. Once home I showered and changed into my normal briefs. I still have the boxer briefs and they have a large stain in the seat to remind me of the incident.
It's been a few years since I last loaded my underwear in public. It was one morning when I had to take my daughter to work. Prior to leaving I felt a big poop coming on and slipped a pair of plastic pants on over my white men's bikini underpants (which was my favorite pair to poop in until I finally wore them out).
After dropping her off, I went to the grocery store. The grocery store is the perfect place to load your pants or diapers because there are so many different smells in there it seems to confuse people's noses. If somebody walks by you and gets a whiff of you, it doesn't seem to register with them just what they're smelling.
Anyway. By the time I got there I really had to go so I went to the produce department and looked like I was shopping around and relaxed and pooped a huge load in my pants. After that I shopped throughout the rest of the store, enjoying every minute of how it felt. Getting back in the car and sitting down on it was wonderful. I then went home, put the groceries away, and got myself off in my huge mess.
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