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Since my adventures in Manchester I have just had a lovely visit to Glastonbury, where it just happened to be the week of The Goddess conference. Two hundred Pagan lovelies of the 30=50 variety, dressed in purple robes and flowers.
So this is how I happened to be standing outside a pub flirting with a group of lovely Goddesses while pissing myself in a warm squelchy nappy. I spent all evening in that nappy, a Tena maxi pullup, it was bulging out and forming a cameltoe around the seam of my jeans, and I happily piddled in it joyfully until it leaked down my inner thigh, but in my black jeans I couldn't believe that anyone noticed.
But two nights later I went for the big thrill which I've been promising to do, a real genuine public wetting. And much as I had believed that it would take a big courageous leap to do, I actually found it quite easy to do.
While shopping I had found some nice fitting dark grey jeans, which looked to me like they might show a wetting if you looked but not half as much as blue denim, also I had it in my head that being brand new they might not be that permeable yet, I've had that before, a pair of jeans that felt like waxed cotton belstaff material, and wetting them was like pissing waterproofs.
So, sitting in the pub that night with live music going, I was alone with my kinky thoughts and pushed out one small squirt, nice, now two squirts, I was liking this and getting right into it, so I raised the stakes and let out four squirts. Excellent, without looking I now knew I had a classic wet patch, but because of the lighting and colour I was getting away with it. When we left I was getting horny and I wanted to piss myself.
All the way along the road I weed and weed more, I could feel the wet trail down the inside of my legs and it was reaching my socks, I kept discreet looking down but couldn't see the wetness in the poorly lighted street. Thinking about it, it must have been glistening and I weed slowly and constantly. I was ideally dressed too, no coat, jeans with top tucked in, a big boner and a constant dribble of wee.
We turned into the main road to the hotel, well lit, many people, and the best bit, right in front of the takeaway which lit the pavement like a spotlight, a group of people including a couple of Goddesses walking toward me and looking at me. It was so pleasing to see when we got back into a lighted room that it was obvious to anyone that I had throughly wet my pants.
Next stop, Blue Jeans.
Love
Dolly
So this is how I happened to be standing outside a pub flirting with a group of lovely Goddesses while pissing myself in a warm squelchy nappy. I spent all evening in that nappy, a Tena maxi pullup, it was bulging out and forming a cameltoe around the seam of my jeans, and I happily piddled in it joyfully until it leaked down my inner thigh, but in my black jeans I couldn't believe that anyone noticed.
But two nights later I went for the big thrill which I've been promising to do, a real genuine public wetting. And much as I had believed that it would take a big courageous leap to do, I actually found it quite easy to do.
While shopping I had found some nice fitting dark grey jeans, which looked to me like they might show a wetting if you looked but not half as much as blue denim, also I had it in my head that being brand new they might not be that permeable yet, I've had that before, a pair of jeans that felt like waxed cotton belstaff material, and wetting them was like pissing waterproofs.
So, sitting in the pub that night with live music going, I was alone with my kinky thoughts and pushed out one small squirt, nice, now two squirts, I was liking this and getting right into it, so I raised the stakes and let out four squirts. Excellent, without looking I now knew I had a classic wet patch, but because of the lighting and colour I was getting away with it. When we left I was getting horny and I wanted to piss myself.
All the way along the road I weed and weed more, I could feel the wet trail down the inside of my legs and it was reaching my socks, I kept discreet looking down but couldn't see the wetness in the poorly lighted street. Thinking about it, it must have been glistening and I weed slowly and constantly. I was ideally dressed too, no coat, jeans with top tucked in, a big boner and a constant dribble of wee.
We turned into the main road to the hotel, well lit, many people, and the best bit, right in front of the takeaway which lit the pavement like a spotlight, a group of people including a couple of Goddesses walking toward me and looking at me. It was so pleasing to see when we got back into a lighted room that it was obvious to anyone that I had throughly wet my pants.
Next stop, Blue Jeans.
Love
Dolly
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