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Back Issues of Retro Cascade 90s Panties Wetting Peeing Stories Magazine.

Adult Peeing Sex, 90s Pantys Peeing Storys Mags.

Retro Cascade Magazines can be downloaded to read on your device from £1-50!!

In the 90s decade, Cascade was one of a handful of Adult magazines which specialised in the urination fetish, concentrating mainly on knicker wetting, bursting to pee and bladder holding. It had subscribers world wide. Bearing in mind that this was before the days of the internet, everything was done by post, advertising had to be in top shelf magazines or newspapers that had an Adult audience to comply with legislation.

It was a mono publication (an A4 sheet folded in half to make A5) and it was available by subscription only. Cascade had male & female readers, most of them contibuted to the magazine's content and so it automatically developed it's own personality and format based on the readership, derived mostly by the input and suggestions from the subscribers. There was no smut, no shit nor 4 letter words.
The very first Cascade was a very crude production by the way it looked, but it had to start somewhere and as the years went by, it became a lot smarter looking and certainly more legible!
Cascade was an idea born out of the 80s and 90s Adult telephone lines (0898). We already had a recording studio, we did Adult tapes for other phone companies and our own block of 'watersports' telephone lines did very well, we advertised an ordinary landline number which had a recorded message for the interested parties to listen to a 3 minute recording, this was so they could get the Cascade Knicker Wetting magazine details, it was so obvious that we needed a publication that was full of wetting and peeing stuff so that we could all read page after page in one place without having to scan through endless 'top shelf' mags for maybe one reader's knicker wetting letter!

You have to remember that this was late 80s early 90s and technology was slow in advancing, CDs weren't even out yet and computers were a new thing, they were expensive and even if you bought one, you'd still have to learn how to work it and that was a nightmare in itself.
So the first Cascade magazine used the subscribers' original letters which were stuck to A4 pages, then photo-copied (oh yeh, we bought a photocopier). Those pages have since been re-formatted in the magazines we have on here that are for sale thank goodness!

We used our house as an office and we were quite happy doing that, we operated with a PO Box number so our address was never revealed. We were supplying a service which was 90% text, so we thought we weren't doing any harm, we kept books and paid our taxes but, of course, thinking that you're legit was only our opinion, the Police thought differently.

There were so many setbacks, mainly by the police, the courts and the relavent authorities who classified Cascade it as porn, well, maybe it would've been back in the Victorian era, but in the 90s? No, but Cascade was easy meat for the vultures to pounce on.
The fines and court appearances caught up with us in the end, a shame because producing Cascade was a joy, but the risks that went along with it started to affect our marraige and we were both tired of living on a knife edge and our home being raided, so we decided to cease publication of Cascade after exactly 10 years. In that 90s decade we'd made a lot of like minded friends and aquaintances who are still in touch and they look in from time to time and mention the 'good old days' - days which were produced initially on an Amstrad 256 and a second-hand photocopier!

Looking back it was fun, we certainly didn't get rich, but we were letting ordinary people realise that they weren't weird or alone, it gave readers an opportunity to 'come out' and join similar like-minded folks. Cascade was a 'polite' panty peeing magazine, it was written properly in Queen's English and it was well presented, without crudities. Cascade was also noted many times for being kind.

Read a little bit of Retro Cascade Magazine History!

The Wet Compilation Magazines came out of demand: readers of Cascade suggested that some of the older peeing magazines which were out of print and really scarce, had early wetting stories and watersports peeing letters & pictures. It turned out that our subscribers were talking of content taken from the now extinct wet sex magazines of the 70's & 80's: Search, Relate, Extra, Caprice, Fiesta, Quirk & Astra etc.
An appeal was sent out to our Cascade subscribers and an advert in 'Forum' magazine and together they bore fruit, so we set about compiling WC1 and WC2 - but still the packets of old mags just kept coming to PO Box 21, so we kept going too!
Unfortunately and very sadly, when we had our police raids, loads of irreplaceable content was 'confiscated' and never recovered, also new WCs that were ready to print went into the cops van as well, so some extracts aren't available and they never will be.
So, these Cascade Wet Compilation magazines that we have here are the last glimpses you're going to get of the wonderful world of watersports as it was pre 50s & during, they enabled us to have a sneaky peek into the 50s & 60's lavatory life in those two decades & then of course, the sensual 70s which came with its odd sensory laws which still persist today, of which Cascade was a victim of more than once.
Click the WC link in the box below, you'll go to the Cascade WCs page.

Below is a story extract of one of the Cascade contributions included in one of our Retro Cascade magazines called 'Panties Wetting Stories'. There's also a hyperlink at the end of the pantys wetting story if you wish to buy 'Panties Wetting Stories' in Cascade's 'Wet Compilations No1'

You can read some of the Cascade Magazine history by the original subscribers' comments here on Omarashi

Below is an extract from Joanne's Stories (from WC 1)

The girl, Joanne, thinks to herself, also as usual, "why didn't I go pee when I dropped X off?" and as usual, she doesn't have a good answer. But the girl really has to pee badly. She's wearing a skirt (blue?), pretty short and white cotton panties with a lace panel on the front. The ten minute drive seems to take longer since Joanne has to go so badly and seemingly so suddenly. By the time she gets to the parking structure bursting to pee, although she hasn't (yet) dribbled at all. But Joanne's desperate to pee. But once out of the car she can't really control herself any longer. Joanne has to walk down the stairs, across a yard, up a ramp, through a longish hallway before she gets to even the first bathroom. The walk takes perhaps 2 minutes, but standing up is harder to control herself than sitting. On the stairs Joanne feels the first sign of loosing control and she stops and contracts the bladder muscles, but as always in doing this she releases a small spurt of pee. This happens also at the foot of the stairs. As Joanne walks she's really afraid and won't be able to control herself and have a massive wetting accident, but manages to avoid it. While walking she's only able to control herself by contracting the bladder muscles, but each time Joanne releases a little more warm pee into her panties. By the time she reaches the building she's walking more slowly and trying to push her legs together to keep from wetting the pretty panties completely, but this slows things down.

by now my pretty panties are totally saturated with warm pee

Each time Joanne tries to hold back what feels like a dangerous flood, she slows down even more. Once inside the building and contracts her muscles - and this time feels the hot pee begin to run down the insides of her thighs. It feels warm, but Joanne's panicking that she will leave a trail of wetness for all to see. She doesn't but is still afraid of totally losing control and having a major wetting accident in the hallway before getting to the toilet. Finally after two more spurts through her panties Joanne makes it to the toilet, but by now the pretty panties are totally saturated with warm pee and the insides of her legs are wet almost to the knees. Dashing to the toilet stall and pulling the wet panties down, Joanne sits down and finally releases the pent up bladder full of pee. Her panties are just above her knees, their crotch spread out and still almost dripping. Joanne looks at them, the yellow pee discolouring the lovely pretty cotton panties. She rubs at them with toilet paper, absorbing some of the pee, but leaving them still soaking.

Joanne says she thinks of me and how turned on I would be if I was watching. She pulls up the soggy wet panties, feeling their now cold wetness, thinking about how this happens so much.
"Why can't I learn to go and pee even when it's not urgent?" Joanne asks herself. She feels the wet panties against her walking down the hallway, thinking of how she once spoke at a meeting with soaking panties on.
Joanne had doubled checked her skirt to make sure it wasn't wet. By the time she gets home the panties have dried, but it's clear form the large yellow stain that Joanne had had a wetting accident.