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In the 90s decade, Retro Cascade was one of a handful of Adult magazines which specialised in
the urination fetish, concentrating mainly on knicker wetting or panties peeing, women bursting to pee accidents and
ladies bladder holding. It had annual subscribers world wide. Bearing in mind that this was before the days of the
internet, everything was done by post.
Advertising for Cascade knicker wetting magazine 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.
Retro Cascade magazine had male & female readers and most of them contibuted to the magazine's content and so it
automatically developed it's own pissy personality: with the peeing fetish format based on the readership, it derived
mostly by the input and suggestions from the subscribers. There was no smut, no mention of shit nor were there any
4 letter words, it was a pleasant to read quarterly pee mag.
The very
first Retro Cascade
was very crudely produced by the way it looked, but it had to start somewhere, we had never produced a fetish magazine
before (or any magazine for that matter) it sort of landed in our lap, we were always open to critisism (or praise)
from our readers (subscribers) and as the years went by, it became a lot smarter looking and certainly more legible!
Retro Cascade Knicker Wetting Magazine was an idea born out of the 80s and 90s Adult telephone lines (0898).
We already had a recording studio where we recorded Adult cassette tapes for other phone companies and of course,
Cascade's own block of 'watersports' telephone lines, considering there was nothing else, they did very well.
For anyone who was curious for information on the Retro Cascade publication, we advertised an ordinary landline number
in top shelf magazines, when dialled, the person would hear a pre-recorded message for the interested parties to
listen to a 3 minute recording all about Cascade and it's content, this was so they could get the PO Box address and
the full Cascade Knicker Wetting mag. details, so it was up to the caller if they wanted to become a subscriber, it
was so obvious that us peeing fetish folks needed a publication that was full of panties wetting and peeing stuff so
that we could all read page after page in one publication, without having to scan through endless pages of 'top
shelf' magazines 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 commonplace
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 very first Cascade panties wetting magazine used the subscribers' original letters which were stuck to A4 pages, then photo-copied
(oh yeh, we bought a photocopier too). Those hand written pages have since been re-formatted and neatly typed in all
the magazines we have on here in our Cascade Mag Shop that are currently for sale thank goodness!
In a very short while we were using our house as an office and we were quite happy doing that, we operated with a PO
Box number so our home address was never revealed. We were supplying a secret service which was 90% text, so we
thought we weren't doing any harm, it wasn't on sale publically, people had to apply. We kept
books and paid our taxes but, of course, thinking that we were legitimate was only our considered opinion, the
Police thought differently.
There were so many setbacks trying to produce Casdade, mainly by the police, the prosecutions in the courts and the
relavent authorities who classified the very tame Cascade 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, to score points and make them look good.
The
heavy fines and the
humiliating court
appearances caught up with us in the end, it was 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 and nearly everything being taken away (confiscated), so we decided to cease publication of the
Cascade Knicker Wetting Magazine after exactly 10 years.
But 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 pee loving people realise that
they weren't weird or alone, it also gave readers an opportunity to 'come out' and join similar like-minded folks. Cascade was a
'polite' panties 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.
Retro Cascade Sample Magazine @ £1-50
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Read all of the descriptions of content of the Retro Cascade eMagazines in the FREE to download Cascade Catalogues
Click HERE to go to the list of the
Wet Compilation eMagazines (WCs)
The Cascade 'Wet Compilations' eMagazines 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 knicker wetting stories and ladies' 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 eMagazines that we have here are the last glimpses you're going to get of the wonderful
world of watersports as it was, they enabled us to have a sneaky peek into the 50s, 60s and 70s kinky lavatory life in
those decades, but of course, the sensual 70s came with it's odd Victorian sensory laws which still persist today, these were the guidelines 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.
You can read some of the Cascade eMagazine history by the original subscribers' comments here on Omarashi
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.
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.
Excerpt from Panties Wetting Stories (Cascade WC1) by Aquavite
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