Neither Confirm Nor Deny: The Disclosure Method That Worked Wonders for Me

People always ask for advice on how to tell their love interest or partner that they're into Omorashi and would like them to participate.  I can only tell you what I've tried that's worked for me.  I'm super loud and proud about my Omo fetish anonymously online, but that couldn't be further from the truth in real life. Thankfully I don't require my partner(s) to participate, though it's a huge huge bonus.  To this day I've never told a love interest or partner I had a piss kink in so many words, yet I never hid or denied it either. 

There have been 2 separate instances where it's come up:  we'll call them Girl #1 and Girl #2.  Girl #1 was conservative, sheltered and practically raised in isolation many miles from the nearest town.  She wasn't allowed to listen to rap music or watch popular shows like The Simpsons growing up.  She was not only a virgin but had never masturbated by age 15.  Yes, really.

Girl #2 was a liberal bisexual chick I met in college who was pretty much 180 degrees different from Girl #1.  She opened MY mind to a lot of things and ended up being my first long-term gf.  

Anyway, with both of them I used the "neither confirm nor deny" method when it came to discussing my fetish.  I never came right out and said pee turned me on, but I also didn't miss a chance to say it was hot or suggest we engage in it when the time was right.  For instance, with Girl #1, we rooted for opposing sports teams and I randomly suggested that whoever's team lost, that person would have to piss their pants.  She was APPALLED and immediately shot it down so I dropped it.  But in the coming months, she brought up a variation of idea on her own on 2 separate occasions, daring me to pee in the toilet not even a foot from her at my house one night and to pee in the sink when my dad's toilet was broken about a month later!!!  Mind you, Girl #1 was the extremely conservative one who wouldn't even say "pee" when she needed to use the bathroom, so this was huge.  I'd clearly planted a viable seed with my suggestion.  🌱

With Girl #2, I'd simply say things like "that's hot" or act turned on when she'd say she needed to pee.  Enough of that and eventually they catch on.  So one day out of nowhere, we were having sex and she pissed all over my pussy out of nowhere.  It turned me on so much I thought I'd die of overstimulation.  Another time, she peed in my hand in the shower, and another time she wet herself on top of me.  At NO time did I ask her to do any of this, but I always let her know how much it turned me on when she did.  

Women are pretty good at picking up on verbal cues so don't feel you always have to come right out and beat them over the head with it.  Just remember that if you REQUIRE them to participate in your kink in order to feel sexually fulfilled, it's on you to tell them that by the first or 2nd date.  They have no responsibility to indulge you if you wait until they're emotionally attached to drop such a bombshell, and they wouldn't be in the wrong to dump you for concealing such a thing.  





Conclusion

See something hot?   Take the opportunity to say how you feel

Why not just come out and be honest about your fetish?  You absolutely can and again, SHOULD, if you require your partner to participate, but that's not the right move for everyone.  Some people are repulsed by urine so it's often good to put out feelers to gauge their reaction first.  If you don't require them to participate, there's no reason to make a disclosure you can't take back.  It's your personal business even if you're married as long as you're fulfilled by solo pee activities and don't require your partner to engage in them with you.  Just clean up after yourself and scrub your browser history like you'd want them to if the tables were turned.  

I believe Omo peeps should never have to lie or hide who they are, even if they don't feel comfortable disclosing it in so many words.  I know that idea can be confusing and seemingly contradictory (how can you "not hide" it while also not disclosing it?) but I promise it's not.  Being honest about what turns you on when the subject arises is not the same as going out of your way to have a serious talk specifically about your pee fetish like it's a Movie of the Week.  

Omorashi Signs: LIBRA ⚖

 

Ahh, Libra (September 23-October 22):  sweet cardinal air sign representing balance, fairness and romance.  While Libras are often charming & sweet in the streets, they can be versatile & dirty in the sheets due to their ruling planet Venus, which is all about sensuality & fertile feminine energy.  They can easily switch between dominant and submissive roles and may be drawn to watching themselves getting it on with mirrors on the ceiling!  Despite their naughty nature, Libras rarely feel comfortable giving it up on the first date or with strangers, as they require a certain level of safety before opening up.  This goes doubly for engaging in naughty kinks like Omo.  

Speaking of which, Libras may be open to trying it just because their partner is into it even if they aren't, but don't expect any super-kinky stuff like pee drinking or the like (unless that's their specific kink).  This sign is all about grace, elegance & beauty, so a little complimenting goes a LONG way.  Make them feel attractive and don't pressure them and you'll both have the best experience.  Even if you're not specifically into wetting or peeing yourself, don't hesitate to engage in whatever you ask them to do.  Balance and fairness are the name of the game with Libra, so they may expect you to do whatever you request of them, which is only fair!

Libras are romantic, partnership-driven air signs ruled by Venus who approach intimacy through aesthetics, balance, and deep mental connection rather than raw chaos. While often viewed as traditional romantics, they appreciate experimental dynamics if built on mutual reciprocity. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6]

Libra

Yellow Snow: Motlie's Arctic Accident

 

Name:  Motlie Kidrale

Age:  19

Location:  Romanievi, Finland

Background:  Motlie just graduated secondary school in her cold but enchanting homeland of Romanievi, Finland, famous for being the "Home of Santa Claus."  As much as she loved her family and friends, she was anxious to explore the world and get out of this Arctic icehole.  She often daydreamed about visiting faraway islands like Costa Rica or Bora Bora, or the sun-soaked beaches of California.  The people there looked so relaxed and happy... not to mention sexy in their swim trunks and string bikinis.  She'd already talked to her dad about booking a ticket to Newport Beach, one of the safer/cleaner beaches in California, but he shot the idea down with little thought.  "I'm sorry baby girl.  It's too far for a 19 year old to go without the proper supervision.  You can go after college if you graduate with honors and don't get in any trouble."  

This was about as far from motivational as you could imagine.  With summer on the horizon and nothing to look forward to, Motlie knew she and her friends would end up drinking and rotting in her room.  She'd first tried liquor at a house party on Spring Break and loved the reduced inhibition and anxiety relief it gave her.  It made her feel like a proper grownup and she definitely wanted more of it.  After a call from her best friend Satu informing her about the big weekend trip to Rudolph's Retreat, a local getaway in the woods with rustic cabins and glass igloos where you could watch the Northern lights, the wheels were already in motion regarding her next big celebration.  

Motlie told her parents she was staying over with her more reserved friend Helmi, whom they liked very much.  After packing every pair of comfy snow pants, jeans, and puffy coats she could fit in a suitcase she headed to Satu's house and they made their way to the cabin.  "I brought some of the Brandy from my dad's good stash" Satu said with an evil grin.  "Ooooh!  All I could make off with was this tiny container of Vodka" Motlie replied.  The girls were stopping briefly at the cabin to drop their stuff off before meeting up with 2 other friends, one male and one female, to go out to dinner at 5.  The restaurant was a fine establishment, and the guy friend was over 21 so he shared his Old Fashioned with the girls.  "Careful, it's 90% whiskey" he chuckled.  He wasn't lying.  Satu & Motlie were feeling slightly tipsy by the time they left for their cabins, and they drank more once inside. 

Motlie had to pee relatively badly by now due to guzzling her tea at dinner, but she kept putting it off as was her way when she was enjoying herself.  The girls rifled through their bags to get to the ill-gotten booze and took a swig.  Motlie nearly gagged.  "Ah, this is TERRIBLE!"  

"What, you don't like Brandy?" Satu scoffed.

"God, no.  That's even worse than Southern Comfort.  I'm gonna have some Vodka."

"Well hurry because we need to get going.  We're meeting them at the igloos in 15 minutes"

She spent every one of those minutes searching for the Vodka, drinking it and spritzing up her hair, totally forgetting her need to pee.  By now the girls were thoroughly drunk and noticeably stumbling.  They laughed loudly and slurred their words on the way to the igloo.  Their other friends just stared.  Motlie wore her light denim jeans with a warm crop-top style sweat shirt and heavy coat.  It was about 40 degrees Fahrenheit at night, which was cold but not freezing. 

Motlie was quietly starting to regret not using the ladies' room before heading out into the cold night air

The girls finally arrived at the igloo after a 24 minute trek.  There's no bathroom!  Now what?  It was a bare bones building with only a sink, a bench that stretched around the room and some cabinets.  Now Motlie truly didn't know what she was going to do.  Other campers were filing into their igloos nearby and her heart sank.  She couldn't drop trou and piss on the ground.  She pulled Satu aside and whispered "Uhhh, Satu, I have a problem.  Where are the bathrooms?  I gotta piss!  Like right NOW."  Her friend laughed nervously but could tell this wasn't a joke, pulling her aside even further to pow-wow.  

"What are you going to do?  I'm too drunk and it's too cold to walk all the way back to the cabin.  Why didn't you go before we left?"

"I was looking for the alcohol, and I thought there'd be a toilet!  Ugh, I'm seriously going to pee my pants any minute.  I will never live it down."  A tear formed in the corner of her eye.  Her bestie took pity on her and gave her a hug.  Their other female friend saw them and walked over, asking what was up. 

"She's gotta go potty really bad" Satu replied.  "We're drunk and not gonna make it back to the cabin". 

"Oh no.  If you go out back behind the igloo John and I won't look.  I'll direct his gaze toward the East and say you wanted to take some pics outside in the snow"

"Oh my god, you're an angel.  Thank you!  I'll go now" Motlie replied.  She took her camera and trotted outside, bladder bulging.  But once she got out in the snow, she could hear all the other campers laughing and talking, and some of whom sounded like children.  No way could she pull her jeans down and expose herself.  On top of that, it was pretty bright due to the full moon, the stars and the lights on top of the igloos.  They'd see her for sure.  SHIT!  What was she going to do?  Her mind was racing but her body was running out of time.

Oh no, I really can't stop!

The freezing night air kissed her exposed skin and coaxed a drop of piss out into her panties, causing her to grab her crotch hard.  She stopped the flow for a moment but was too relaxed and intoxicated to hold on for much longer.  Soon another spurt shot out, then another.  Now a dark patch was visible on her painfully light colored jeans.  Panic set in.  The combination of seeing the wet spot and feeling the delicious warmth caused her bladder to spasm involuntarily, releasing the biggest wave yet.  It sprayed through her panties & down her thigh, causing her to double over instinctively.  Now it was unmistakable--she'd pissed her pants.  This was the first time in her life that happened, even counting childhood.  There was no hope of covering it up.  She stood there for a moment with her face contorted until the next wave overtook her, and she just let it.  Panic turned to despair and then surrender as her body gave up the fight under the clear Arctic sky.   Her drunken brain began thinking crazy thoughts:  Maybe she could piss enough to fully soak her jeans and make them a uniform darker color and no one would notice?

Yeah, right. 

She looked down and saw that that definitely wasn't happening, so she instinctively squatted close to the ground to try and minimize the damage.  But her legs were already besotted.  At no point did she stop peeing for even a millisecond, she just kept right on going as she knelt down to the icy cold Earth.  Her eyes rolled back in her head from the relief even as her heart pounded with shame and panic.  Steam began to rise up around her as the hot piss met the cold packed snow, snapping her out of her urine-soaked trance.   She'd have to sneak back to the cabin now!  Perhaps she could tell the others she got sick and vomited on herself from drinking too much.  It wasn't great but at least it was less humiliating than pissing herself.  But how would she hide her soaked jeans?

"God I'm so embarrassed..."

After pissing for what seemed like an hour, she carefully stood up and looked around, eventually hobbling slowly back to the igloo.  She summoned Satu but she was too far away to hear.  The other female friend heard her and came over.  Shit.  She motioned for her to come inside but Motlie just stood outside stubbornly shaking her head.  "I can't, you come here please!"  The woman came over to see what Motlie wanted and saw her jeans immediately. 

"Oh my, how did that happen?" she whispered with a worried grin. 

"Shhh, don't ask.  I'm going back to the cabin.  Please tell John I got sick and threw up.  I can't bear for a man to see me like this."

"Oh no you're not, you can't do that.  You're way too drunk to walk alone in the freezing night by yourself. You could get lost and freeze to death.  A bear could eat you.  Come inside, we won't stay long.  Probably 15 more minutes." 

"I CAN'T!  I'll die of humiliation" she whisper-yelled adamantly.  "I'd rather be eaten by a bear."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's dark & he doesn't care.  We're here to look at the sky, not your jeans.  People go missing every year in these woods.  You're not walking by yourself.  Wait, I know!  Hold on just a sec.  I have the perfect thing to help you cover up." 

Shit.  Motlie couldn't think of a reason to say no, so she stood in the doorway, pants soaked, and reluctantly waited.  Piss still dripped down her thighs as she tried to play it cool.  Her friend returned with a trenchcoat-length jacket and a sweater to tie around her waist.  "Jeez, I really owe you one.  You're the best!  Promise you won't say anything to the others?  John especially?"

"You have my word.  Now get in here, it's freezing and you're letting the cold air in silly."

The girls sat down on a ledge near the igloo's glass wall and waited for the Northern lights to become visible.  There was already a faint light in the sky--yellowish green--but it wasn't as brilliant as they knew it could be.  Another 20 minutes and the sky was a neon pink, green and purple light show.  

On the walk back to the cabins, Satu asked what all the whispering was about in the doorway.  "I pissed myself and didn't want John to see" Motlie said in a downcast voice.  

"No way, you actually ended up peeing your pants?  Let me see" Satu demanded, highly amused.  

"Okay but you can't make fun of me.  I feel like an idiot."

"Hey, I make no promises."  

Motlie showed off her massive wet trail and Satu couldn't believe her eyes.  She covered her mouth in shock and began to snicker quietly to herself.  "Wow, you really weren't lying eh.  I'll be in the same shape if we don't hurry up" she joked.  

To tell the truth, Motlie already needed to go again pretty badly too.  They had a long walk ahead; in her drunken state she decided it was best to just go ahead and let 'er rip.  I mean why bother holding when her pants were soaked and her best friend already knew?  So as she walked, she quietly pissed her jeans a second time, the cool fabric getting hot and wet all over again.  It felt magnificent tbh.  It took everything she had not to let out a huge sigh of relief.  Motlie briefly looked over her shoulder and saw a small trail of yellow snow behind her and suppressed a giggle; so naughty!  She called dibs on the bath tub when they got back and Satu didn't fight her on it.

That night as she lie in bed remembering the day, she got a dirty little thrill out of the fact that nobody, not even her best friend, knew she was pissing her pants the 2nd time around.  She would have to look into more discreet ways to do this while outdoors--it was too fun not to.  Even if it was only on solo trips into the wilderness.  She may not have gotten to visit the sunny beaches of a tropical island or California that summer, but she did discover an unexpected thrill in the Arctic mountains of her home country.  🏔




     

101 Ways & Places to Wet Your Pants

Because I'm bored and love a good list, here's a master list of 101 fun ways & places to pee your pants.  I make no claim about the ethics or safety of these, as they're merely for entertainment purposes--fantasy fuel.  Attempt at your own risk.  ⚠



1.  At a waterpark or theme park   🏊🏻‍♂
In a movie theater or playhouse
At a library
In a museum
In the rain
In the snow

By the beach

In the woods

In a pumpkin patch or corn maze
At Ren Faire or Comic Con (costumes!)
At the State fair or local fall carnival  🎡
At a college football game
While fishing or hunting
At a BBQ or fireworks show
In a cabin in the mountains
In a ski lift

In a dressing room
On a lawn chair 
In the bed of a pickup truck
20.  While pumping gas
On a moving bicycle or motorcycle
In an empty/abandoned playground
Down the top of a slide   🛝
Squatted over the drain in a public bathroom
Squatted a pile of dirty laundry
Over a kitty litter box

On a closed toilet lid
In an abandoned shack
While running a marathon
While flying down a zip line
In your home gym
While riding a dildo or Sybian
While masturbating
Over an empty bucket or trash bin
On the basement stairs
In a gazebo
While driving a tractor   🚜
In an elevator
40.  On an escalator
On hotel furniture
In a moonbounce
Into a paper or styrofoam bowl 
On a blowup mattress
On a cot
Into your empty, cupped hands   🤲🏼
While playing Hide 'n Seek
While camping or hiking
While bungee jumping, base jumping, hang gliding or parasailing
Jumping out of an airplane
While sitting at a picnic table
At a national park   🏞
During severe weather (hurricane, tornado, flood, etc)   
In a tree or treehouse
While having a spa day at home
In a vineyard
While doing a water detox
While morel-hunting, berry picking or birdwatching
In a diaper on a road trip
In an old junked-out car before dumping it
60.  On an old trashy mattress before dumping it
During yoga or meditation  🧘🏽‍♀
Standing under a waterfall
Kneeling in a brook or stream

Skipping rocks on a pond
While doing homework or studying
While doing errands or chores
While doing yard work or repairing a car
While doing your taxes or making a budget
While playing video games   🕹
While lying on your stomach watching TV
While talking on the phone or videochatting
While stopped at a red light in your car
At a sports stadium or concert
While working in a garden or on the roof of your house
While trying on clothes at home
During a No-Toilet day
In a menstrual pad or incontinence pad
In a parking lot or garage
At a crowded downtown event (First Friday, New Year's Eve)  🪩 
At Oktoberfest
80.  In a dark arcade or Lazer tag room
In an escape room
In a Halloween costume while trick-or-treating
On a trampoline   🦘
"Accidentally" while getting an ultrasound with a full bladder
At an outdoor festival (Bonnaroo, Coachella, EDC)
On a front porch swing or hammock
While waiting in a long bathroom line
In a traffic jam
While water or snow skiing
In a makeshift diaper or toilet
In a greenhouse or the garden section of a store
In your home office while working remotely    💻
On the dance floor or bar at the club (just leaking)
In front of a public urinal or bathroom stall.  ("Sorry, I couldn't make it.")
In front of a full or 'Out of Order' bathroom.
While seated at a desk or dinner table
On your bedspread or sheets on laundry day
In key parts of a hotel:  the balcony, sink, hallway & poolside
While riding horses
While cuddling with your Omo-friendly partner on a chilly day
101.  On a scary ride or while watching a scary movie    🎢



...and just for fun, here are some extra challenges for those who are up for some danger!  

- (High risk) Try it around someone you know who doesn't know about your pee fetish and would NOT approve, but be stealthy.  Wear fabrics and colors that hide it, and leak small amounts gradually so they can't see or hear it.  (Or do it in a high-risk setting like a classroom or church service).  

- (Medium risk) Wet in a a noticeable way in public, but make it look like there was no other option.  The bathroom line was too long, you were blackout drunk, bathroom out of order for cleaning, etc.  Not your fault!

- (Low risk) Play the "red light" game.  Get desperate on the way home from work or somewhere at least 20 minutes from home with plenty of traffic lights.  Place a towel, incontinence mat or trash bag underneath you in your seat.   Every time you hit a red light, leak in your for 1 second (1-one thousand) and stop, then take a drink of water.  

- (Medium risk) Tank up and put on some light colored bottoms to run errands in.  Go into public places with a bursting bladder and try not to use the restroom unless it's to let a tiny bit of pressure off.  See if you can make it home without leaking at all.

Quickie Porn Review: Woman Wets into a Halloween Bucket

It's been forever since I've done one of these, mostly because I was warned not to link to porn sites in my non-advertiser blog.  (Eat my ass, Blogger).  But this one was just too hot to pass by, so bear with me.  It's a Need2Pee vid and it opens with 3 women visible in a van that's traveling somewhere.  The one in the middle, back seat is complaining about needing to pee due to being "hungover this morning," though this could just as easily be an excuse by someone who enjoys wetting for pleasure based on how it sounds (if you know, you know).  Either way, it becomes clear that Old Not-So-Faithful is gonna blow at any time now.  

She ducks down and tries to pull a not-so-smooth diversion, drawing their attention to some nonexistent sirens as she grabs the little orange Halloween bucket.  Within seconds, she's wetting her purple panties into it, and we can hear the hiss... and then the droplets hitting the plastic.  It's evident she really did have to go as her panties become an even darker shade of purple.

First glimpse of her makeshift toilet



"Am I getting it in the bucket?"

The vid shows multiple (hot) angles of her squatting over the bucket and letting go.  I guess they were going to "a party" because one friend says "I guess you'll just have to go to the party with your pissy panties now" when she finishes.  The idea that anyone would leave their undies on to piss in a container in the car is pretty silly unless they're into that kind of thing sexually, but I guess stranger things have happened.  Maybe she was so modest/ashamed she didn't want anyone to see her ass or privates?

Slid down between the seats and still wetting!

Whatever her reasoning, there's no question the woman was desperate to relieve herslef and chose a unique and super hot way in which to do so.  The combo of the deep squat with the panties still on with the witnesses in the car and all around + the little makeshift toilet makes this one of the best vids I've seen in ages.  Let's see if I can help you find it without linking to it directly, shall we?

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See that, Blogspot?  NO LINKS!  

Interesting Bits and PEEces

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Who Wore It Best?

 
By "it" I mean the wet spot on their bottoms, of course.  These photos feature friends of similar build, stature and other features pissing themselves completely.  Judging should be based on the color and fabric of the pant, the position of the wetter, the size and shape of the wet spot and any other factors you find relevant.  So who wore it wetter--err,  I mean better?  Left or right (or center)?