A dry saree is, well, dry. A wet saree, on the other hand, opens up the gateway to a world of possibilities. Always wear a wet saree.
There are different gradations to how wet a saree can be. In this post, I will deal with a saree that is preferably wet-moist.
A wet-moist saree can be achieved thus. Soak a saree completely, or get drenched in one. The second method is vastly preferable. Peel off the soaked saree from your drenched body. Drink plenty of water, because humans do not absorb water through skin. Wring out the saree till it is wet. When is a saree wet? When it isn't incessantly dripping, but is watery to the touch, and does drip if squeezed.
Drink more water.
Now take your wet saree and squeeze it wring it more so that more water leaves. Now the saree should be wet to the touch, not watery, and getting water out of it by squeezing should not be as easy. That is a wet-moist saree.
Drink more water. Finish off that bottle. Don't ever be careful while drinking water. Let it splash on your blouse. After all, it is wet anyway.
Wear your wet-moist saree again. Don't stand around in just your blouse and petticoat. Have some manners. If you don't use a petticoat, and I highly recommend such methods, have even more manners. No one wants to see your hairy vagina while your breasts are stuck in a wet clingy and snug blouse.
Drink more water.
Walk around. Feel the wet-moist fabric swish around, feel it cling to your legs, but not in a way that arrests movement. Feel it wrap itself around your buttocks. Tuck the pallu in your hips. Feel the droplets of water extract themselves as you do.
Drink more water.
Hop around a bit. Dust off your old skipping rope. After all, your blouse is so wet it will sop the sweat right off your nipples. Work out for fifteen minutes.
You are sweating now. You breaths are coming fast, you are panting. Sweat pours off you in rivulets. You have always sweated a lot. You have never worked out so hard. Your blouseback, already wet-moist with water, is now drenched with sweat and is warm with sweat. Your saree breastfront, clinging to your blousebreast and blouseback, is equally sweaty and warm.
Drink plenty of water.
You are tired now. Go into the bathroom. Pour some water on the mosaic floor. Kneel down on the pool of water, let the knee of your saree soak in the water. Tuck the wet-moist saree into your vagina, into your peehole.
You cool off somewhat. Your saree and blouse are wet, and they cool easily. Your body is warm, but your clothes clinging on are cool. You need to do something about it.
Drink more water. Finish off the third bottle.
You have to pee now. You know you have to. Your bladders have been trying to burst ever since you started skipping, but now you can wait no longer. You. Have. To. Pee.
You look up. The commode is on the other side of the bathroom. It is too far away. You can hold it in all your might for just a bit longer, long enough to get to the commode and let it all out. All you need to do is not to drink any more water and to hold on to the tension. To not relax.
Drink more water.
Relax.
The hot liquid gushes out of your peehole and directly into the waiting wet-moist saree. It drenches the slightly cooled saree and heats it up instantly, while the saree gulps down the oncoming rush of pure urine like a parched sailor. You feel the warm liquid --- now slightly cooled by the saree --- gush down your inner thigh down onto your calf. You sway gently, your eyes closed. No orgasm is better than peeing wearing a wet saree.
Halfway through your pee, you pause it. The watery pool underneath you is now almost entirely warm pee. You spread out your legs and sit butt down directly on the pool. Your sareebackside soaks in the urine eagerly. You fold your legs in, adjust your saree so that it once again covers your peehole properly, and then let go once again, this time more gently, savouring in the delectable charm like a connoisseur sipping Merlot.
Once you are about two-thirds done, you realise that so far, you have only been servicing your body waist-down. Your saree below has revelled in the celebration that is fresh urine, while your poor blouse and sareefront and pallu have been left wallowing. Your upperbody has goosebumps, but your sweat-soaked blouse is yet to soak itself in urine.
So you pause, half get up, and lie down on your own puddle of piss. You roll around, all the while holding the rest of your pee in. Once you have serviced your entire body, you stand up, tuck in your saree into your peehole again, and walk to the commode. As you do so, you pee your last drops out and give your peehole a final push. You sit down on the commode. Your pee-soaked saree squeezes, and pee falls into the commode pool. You relax, luxuriating in the feel of a properly uring soaked sareeblouse, and start reading that novel that your started the last time you peed in your saree.
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There are different gradations to how wet a saree can be. In this post, I will deal with a saree that is preferably wet-moist.
A wet-moist saree can be achieved thus. Soak a saree completely, or get drenched in one. The second method is vastly preferable. Peel off the soaked saree from your drenched body. Drink plenty of water, because humans do not absorb water through skin. Wring out the saree till it is wet. When is a saree wet? When it isn't incessantly dripping, but is watery to the touch, and does drip if squeezed.
Drink more water.
Now take your wet saree and squeeze it wring it more so that more water leaves. Now the saree should be wet to the touch, not watery, and getting water out of it by squeezing should not be as easy. That is a wet-moist saree.
Drink more water. Finish off that bottle. Don't ever be careful while drinking water. Let it splash on your blouse. After all, it is wet anyway.
Wear your wet-moist saree again. Don't stand around in just your blouse and petticoat. Have some manners. If you don't use a petticoat, and I highly recommend such methods, have even more manners. No one wants to see your hairy vagina while your breasts are stuck in a wet clingy and snug blouse.
Drink more water.
Walk around. Feel the wet-moist fabric swish around, feel it cling to your legs, but not in a way that arrests movement. Feel it wrap itself around your buttocks. Tuck the pallu in your hips. Feel the droplets of water extract themselves as you do.
Drink more water.
Hop around a bit. Dust off your old skipping rope. After all, your blouse is so wet it will sop the sweat right off your nipples. Work out for fifteen minutes.
You are sweating now. You breaths are coming fast, you are panting. Sweat pours off you in rivulets. You have always sweated a lot. You have never worked out so hard. Your blouseback, already wet-moist with water, is now drenched with sweat and is warm with sweat. Your saree breastfront, clinging to your blousebreast and blouseback, is equally sweaty and warm.
Drink plenty of water.
You are tired now. Go into the bathroom. Pour some water on the mosaic floor. Kneel down on the pool of water, let the knee of your saree soak in the water. Tuck the wet-moist saree into your vagina, into your peehole.
You cool off somewhat. Your saree and blouse are wet, and they cool easily. Your body is warm, but your clothes clinging on are cool. You need to do something about it.
Drink more water. Finish off the third bottle.
You have to pee now. You know you have to. Your bladders have been trying to burst ever since you started skipping, but now you can wait no longer. You. Have. To. Pee.
You look up. The commode is on the other side of the bathroom. It is too far away. You can hold it in all your might for just a bit longer, long enough to get to the commode and let it all out. All you need to do is not to drink any more water and to hold on to the tension. To not relax.
Drink more water.
Relax.
The hot liquid gushes out of your peehole and directly into the waiting wet-moist saree. It drenches the slightly cooled saree and heats it up instantly, while the saree gulps down the oncoming rush of pure urine like a parched sailor. You feel the warm liquid --- now slightly cooled by the saree --- gush down your inner thigh down onto your calf. You sway gently, your eyes closed. No orgasm is better than peeing wearing a wet saree.
Halfway through your pee, you pause it. The watery pool underneath you is now almost entirely warm pee. You spread out your legs and sit butt down directly on the pool. Your sareebackside soaks in the urine eagerly. You fold your legs in, adjust your saree so that it once again covers your peehole properly, and then let go once again, this time more gently, savouring in the delectable charm like a connoisseur sipping Merlot.
Once you are about two-thirds done, you realise that so far, you have only been servicing your body waist-down. Your saree below has revelled in the celebration that is fresh urine, while your poor blouse and sareefront and pallu have been left wallowing. Your upperbody has goosebumps, but your sweat-soaked blouse is yet to soak itself in urine.
So you pause, half get up, and lie down on your own puddle of piss. You roll around, all the while holding the rest of your pee in. Once you have serviced your entire body, you stand up, tuck in your saree into your peehole again, and walk to the commode. As you do so, you pee your last drops out and give your peehole a final push. You sit down on the commode. Your pee-soaked saree squeezes, and pee falls into the commode pool. You relax, luxuriating in the feel of a properly uring soaked sareeblouse, and start reading that novel that your started the last time you peed in your saree.
#WetSaree #WetSari #wet #saree #pee #urine #piss #peeing #peeinginsaree #WetBlouse #blouse #cotton #soaking #soaked #moist #damp
