PeerPressure 451 Posted April 8, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted April 8, 2018 Heyyy everyone!! This one's a bit less adventurous than usual, but I didn't want to leave you all out of the fun! Sooo, confession time: Last night, I had a really sexy pee dream that left me feeling particularly excited "down there" when I woke up... It was a pretty crummy day outside, so instead of going out and doing anything, I decided to make today a home day and, because I was feeling so tantalized, figured I could work on developing my pee abilities and have some personal time! For those of you who are into (ridiculous) fantasy writing, I'll describe my dream first (or at least the coherent and relevant parts). If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip down to paragraph 7!! So it began as a crowded concert at a beach. The sun was dipping into the sea at the horizon, a vibrant red/orange gleaming off of the waves behind the stage as a groovy riff rose from the instruments. A handful of my friends and I were really into the music, dancing and flinging our bodies about without a care in the world. Just as I was happily twirling my summer dress in the cool evening breeze, my friend Alyssa turned to me and cheesily said, "Gotta pee, BRB!" and disappeared seemingly-aimlessly into the crowd. With the insight only one immersed in a dream could possibly have, I instinctively knew she was going in the wrong direction to find the restroom (even though I had no idea where they really were). I ran after her to give her a heads up, but was unable to catch a glimpse of her in the throng of fellow music enthusiasts. Meanwhile, the air shook with the pulsating notes arising from the nimble fingers of the bassist. The mellow mood of the evening suddenly shifted to unease in my mind. What if I can't find her and she doesn't find the restroom? Somehow, these thoughts gradually contorted into, What if I can't find the restroom? and I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. I wrestled through the sticky, sweaty, crowd, the pulsating notes resonating inside my bladder. Desperation was knocking, threatening to bust down the door to my urethra. I quickly looked down to ensure I wasn't leaking in my...jeans? (I had been wearing a dress before, but that didn't occur to me until after I woke up). Hallelujah. Still dry. I plunged my hand into my groin and continued to struggle through the crowd, now genuinely fearful I was going to wet myself in front of all these strangers. Just in the nick of time, however, I looked up and saw an abnormally large sign looming overhead, indicating the location of the women's room. With one hand pressing into my lady bits, I used my free hand to force people out of my way, some of them protesting at my blatant rudeness. Finally, I burst from the edge of the crowd and hobbled toward the restroom, hunched over in desperation. Hurriedly, I ran into the door. It didn't budge. I fell to the ground, curled up, nearly crying because I had to pee so badly. With one hand, I was clutching my nether region, with the other, my face. Between the shadows of my fingers, I saw the door suddenly open and some feet approach. I looked up through misty eyes and saw a man with dark hair looking down at me. "Sorry miss," he said with a strange accent, gesturing behind me, "Toilets 're closed. Yew'v gotta yewz the sand." I rolled over and saw several other women doing exactly that--but rather strangely. They were lining the edge of the beachfront, where the sand faded into sidewalk, none of them making any attempts to conceal themselves from the dancing crowd. One blonde girl in her mid-20's had pulled her pink shorts down to her knees, squatted and was urinating vigorously all over her own bare feet, splattering violently and darkening the sand beneath her. Another, with auburn hair, was probably in her early 30's. She had a dress, which she left in place as she stood to pee, the liquid trickling down and pooling between her legs. I could tell there were others, who were squatting like the first, but I couldn't make out their features because they were facing away from me, ardently making their own puddles. Nobody seemed to think this out of the ordinary and kept about their business as these women openly released the contents of their bladders. What will my friends think if I do that?! I thought in despair, despite the apparent social acceptability, suddenly remembering my friends for the first time since the start of the dream. I rose to my knees and turned back around to the restroom. This time, a second door that I hadn't seen before had materialized. It was the men's room. I bolted to my feet, the sudden movement miraculously not stressing my bladder at all apparently, and made a mad dash for the door. This one gave way and I entered a very large restroom--far too large for the building I had just entered. Not concerned by the logical bounds of physics, I darted my eyes around and took in my surroundings. On the left, stood a massive row of urinals--probably 30 in total--no privacy screens between them. In the very back of room, there were a handful of stalls, fashioned from strangely elegant wood. To the right, a line of sinks that mirrored the urinals. There were quite a few men around, probably 20-40 in total. Some were relieving themselves into the urinals, penises easily visible, some were washing their hands, and some were dancing to the music. Nobody seemed particularly off-put by my presence in the men's room, nor did the ones at the urinals take offense at my attention to their actively-leaking hardware. Then, I noticed a handful of other guys immediately to my left, who were talking to some women, lined up along the wall next to the door I just entered. Nobody seemed irked by their presence either. One of the ladies proudly boasted, "Look what I can do!" and promptly completed an, admittedly, awe-inspiring (physics defying) back flip. The guys were all very impressed...and not at all phased by the strange nature of women showing off back flips in the men's room. I noted that one of the guys--muscular, with dark hair, brown eyes, and some stubble--was particularly cute. I wasn't about to be one-upped by this girl in front of him, so I cried out, "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" They, including the handsome one, all turned to look at me, presumably expecting some sort of gymnastic feat. Instead, I darted for the nearest urinal, which was currently being used, and pushed the guy out of the way, disrupting the grip on his manhood, causing a splatter of pee before he resumed his business at the next urinal. Then, I unzipped the front of my jeans (I hadn't changed my clothes this time!) somehow maneuvered my clothing so my urethra wasn't occluded (which was honestly probably a more impressive feat than the black flip), and began to pee--through the fly! I sighed with relief and glowed with pride as I looked down, seeing nothing but a urinal between my legs and a jet of urine splattering flawlessly into the porcelain, shooting from between the teeth of my zipper (I didn't even unbutton!). It felt surreal to stand there, peeing just like a guy, but even less exposed, in the middle of the men's room, with a rather attractive audience . Pee continued to pour out perfectly, and I glanced to the side, where I could make out pink protrusions from the guys' pants, gripped gently between their fingers, sprinkling urine into their respective urinals. I wish I'd had the perspicacity to ask them if they wanted to compare sizes . Some of them seemed very startled, others didn't seem to notice (ya know, this kind of thing happens every day, right?!) After several moments of urine tinkling into the basin below, my stream finally came to a spurting end, which, conveniently enough, did not require any wiping, shaking, or drying at all. "Thank you, boys," I said condescendingly with a little curtsy as I zipped up my jeans and turned to face the guy I was trying to impress. Judging from the bulge in his pants, it had worked! As I smugly approached him, he said, "That was nothing," and unzipped his own jeans. I was growing very excited. Things below were tingling very nicely and the room seemed to heat up. He backed up against the sinks and pulled out his long, rigid, penis. I gasped a little and halted in my walk, gently touching my hand to the front of my pants. Then, fully erect, he shot a spurt of pee from the sink and managed to land it in the urinal against the opposite wall (I did warn you this dream was absolutely ridiculous). Urine sprayed majestically from his rigid jewel below and he shot a proud grin at me. I approached cautiously. "May I?" I asked, my eyes darting from his smile to the toy below his belt. He nodded and I gripped it tenderly. The skin was soft, but it felt firm as iron beneath. I could feel the pee coursing through the plumbing within. I was filled with so much excitement, I thought I might explode. I pried my eyes away and looked at the target on the other wall. He was still hitting the urinal, spot-on. With a sly smile, I jerked his penis to the side, sending urine cascading all over the bathroom. I giggled childishly and flicked it around again. Before long, I was waving it all over the place, shooting just about anything I could aim at. It was euphoric! I was filled with such awe...I can hit anything! That is, until my alarm blared and I was aroused to reality with a start (I swear, it's like the alarm sets itself to interrupt the best parts of my favorite dreams! ). Speaking of aroused, however, my panties were soaked--and not with urine. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was on fire. Still dazed and absolutely enraptured by the dream, I climbed out of bed, crossed my room with my legs awkwardly spread in a futile attempt to avoid smearing the juices any more, and bitterly hit my alarm. I made my way to the toilet, where I relieved a very full bladder and cleaned up (and, you guessed it, played a fair bit...which was really unavoidable anyway, given how alive things were down there ). I glanced out the window and noted how dismal the day was--gray and drizzly. I decided then; I didn't want to go anywhere...besides, I had more important things to do. My mind kept flicking back to the end of the dream: The freedom of peeing through a little slit in my pants without spilling a drop...but even more pressingly, the liberation of having a penis. I mean, sure, I didn't actually possess one in my dream, but I got a taste of what it must be like for the male populace by flicking around that one guy's hardware (emphasis on the hard ). Disappointed, I resigned myself to only ever using a penis in my fantasies, but I figured I could make the most of the plumbing I've got (or haven't got)! Today, I would commit myself to cleanly peeing with my pants up, just as well as any guy! I started off with several full glasses of water, and thus the wait began. I grabbed some dirty jeans out of the laundry and threw on a ratty t-shirt, maybe not sexy, but sensible attire for the task at hand. I forewent panties, figuring I needed to leave the trajectory as open as possible. As I waited for my bladder to fill, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and plotted my strategy. I stood in front of my toilet, spread my legs, and unzipped the fly. This is never going to work. I couldn't see anything but the front of my jeans (duh). I fidgeted with the denim, trying to make just enough of my vulva protrude to give my urethra a clean shot...it clearly wasn't going to happen like this. I probably wrestled with it for a full 5 minutes, trying to find some sort of angle with which I could leave my pants fully up, but get my lady bits semi-exposed. Finally, I resigned my dream to being exactly that: A dream, but I wasn't about to give up entirely. I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt. The waistband hugged my cheeks tightly, but I wasn't entirely flashing the audience (which, thankfully, was just my toilet and the bathroom wall for now). I pushed down the flaps of my unzipped and unbutton pants, exposing my pubic mound to the toilet lid. I thrust my hips awkwardly forward and leaned awkwardly backward. It's a long shot...but it's worth a try. I pulled my jeans back up, fastened them, took another swig of water, and awaited my bladder. After about an hour, my kidneys were dumping freshly-processed urine into my bladder at a very noticeable rate. I grinned to myself and made my way back to the toilet. I removed my socks, kicked them over to the bathroom door, and threw a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet. Stepping before the porcelain throne, I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt again and assumed the aforementioned stance, my hips jutting out, my upper body leaning back. I stepped so I was essentially straddling the toilet, but still standing. I messed with the front of my jeans a little, trying to clear the way for my pee stream before I noticed a significant oversight. In restitution, I bent over, lifted the toilet seat, saying, "For the ladies," and let out what was probably a particularly girly giggle. I re-assumed my position and prepared myself for trial 1. I had incredibly poor line-of-sight for the action, but by the way it felt, I knew I was going to shoot pee all over the front of my pants. Mildly frustrated, I pressed firmly against the crotch of my jeans, attempting to push it between my legs. It didn't feel like these efforts cleared much more of the "runway", but "liftoff" was about to proceed anyhow. Worst case, I pee all over myself, the toilet, and the floor and try it again in a few minutes...and that's, more or less, what happened. With a little pressure, a moderate stream of urine found its way out of my urethra...straight onto the front of my jeans. I heard the mellow patter of fluid hitting fabric and felt the familiar warmth of pee gushing all over my hand. I cursed quietly and attempted to reposition, but with little avail. The flood continued to enthusiastically pour from my crotch, rapidly darkening my jeans. I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. The results were exactly what you're probably expecting: More pee torrented all over my hands and splattered clumsily into my jeans. Enough had soaked in that I began hearing the soft tinkle of what managed to weave its way out of the fabric and drop into the basin below. Warmth steadily seeped through my attire, sticking to my legs as the dampness descended. I shivered suddenly with a chill, adding even more misfortune to the chaos below. Thus, I stood, soaking my pants until the last few spurts...thwap, thwap...thudded against the fabric of my clothing. The amusement of having flooded my pants and spattered my bathroom quickly overcame the frustration of a failed attempt and I laughed to myself. I peeled my jeans off of my skin and chucked them into the bathtub. I grabbed another towel, dried myself off, and, likewise, threw that into the tub. Bottomless, I washed my hands and made my way to the kitchen (awkwardly dodging around the house to close the blinds I'd forgotten to shut earlier). As I waited for my bladder to gear up for round 2, I made myself a quick breakfast. As such, the day carried on for several hours, each attempt as doomed as the first. Finally, at the end, I simply pulled the pants all the way down to my ankles and had mild success peeing into the toilet from a standing position, but still managed to spray pee all over the place. All in all, it was an incredibly fun, albeit somewhat unsatisfying day! I guess this'll just intensify the penis envy until I can figure out a way to maximize the equipment I've been given brucejedi, littlewolfpup, BlueWetter and 13 others 16 Quote Link to comment
Dealer 647 Posted April 8, 2018 Share Posted April 8, 2018 I don't know where to start with my comment. Awesome, well-written dream: really sexy and enjoyful for all! More awesome was your experience to pee like a guy: sexy as hell! I would have been there to help you (giggle) and clean up ;) Really hot! Thanks for sharing! Quote Link to comment
wettingman 1,584 Posted April 8, 2018 Share Posted April 8, 2018 Great story.I particularly loved your dream and would probably cum if I was in it seeing so many females peeing. Quote Link to comment
OPencil 58 Posted April 9, 2018 Share Posted April 9, 2018 (edited) I love the effort put into your writing- the structure and vocabulary is exquisite. Seriously, your pieces are the best I’ve come across. I, too, have wrestled with the mutually exclusive logistics of having a vulva and peeing through the fly for many hours! You mention hardware quite a bit- have you ever used or considered using a female urination device? Edited April 9, 2018 by OPencil (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
Habitat 3 Posted April 19, 2018 Share Posted April 19, 2018 PeerPressure, your writing might be the best erotic writing that I've come across—and I don't just mean on this site, I mean anywhere on the internet (and I'll confess that I read an awful lot of this stuff, and not just about peeing/wetting/desperation). You always manage to strike just the right tone: casual but sincere, and incredibly arousing without being the slightest bit porny. I'm not sure what you do for a living (or hope to do for a living in the future), but you really ought to consider doing something where you can put your writing skills to good use and get paid for it, that is, if you're not already precisely that. I'm willing to bet you're excellent at other kinds of writing too, beyond just the kind of stuff you post on here. Also, I had a dream not too long ago that was extremely similar to part of your dream, except that I was one of the guys in the men's room. Are you sure we weren't sharing the same dream, Inception-style? Did you happen to notice Leonardo DiCaprio peeing in one of the urinals? Quote Link to comment
PeerPressure 451 Posted April 23, 2018 Author Share Posted April 23, 2018 On 4/8/2018 at 9:26 AM, Mom2three said: Hehe.....I’ve reached the same conclusion....virtually impossible.....but so so very fun to try, and try, and try....lol On 4/9/2018 at 5:37 PM, OPencil said: I, too, have wrestled with the mutually exclusive logistics of having a vulva and peeing through the fly for many hours! You mention hardware quite a bit- have you ever used or considered using a female urination device? Isn't that the truth?! I'm not optimistic I'll ever figure it out, but I don't plan on giving up anytime soon! It's fun to make a mess every now and then! I've toyed with the idea of getting a device, but haven't caved at this point. I'd probably enjoy it and get a fair bit of use out of it, but there's a stubborn part of me that wants to figure something out without needing any extra equipment. For the time being, I'm compromising with skirts and risk of damp legs. Have either of you used one? On 4/9/2018 at 5:37 PM, OPencil said: I love the effort put into your writing- the structure and vocabulary is exquisite. Seriously, your pieces are the best I’ve come across. On 4/19/2018 at 8:40 AM, Habitat said: PeerPressure, your writing might be the best erotic writing that I've come across—and I don't just mean on this site, I mean anywhere on the internet (and I'll confess that I read an awful lot of this stuff, and not just about peeing/wetting/desperation). You always manage to strike just the right tone: casual but sincere, and incredibly arousing without being the slightest bit porny. I'm not sure what you do for a living (or hope to do for a living in the future), but you really ought to consider doing something where you can put your writing skills to good use and get paid for it, that is, if you're not already precisely that. I'm willing to bet you're excellent at other kinds of writing too, beyond just the kind of stuff you post on here. Aww, thank you both so much!! I'm glad you enjoy it!! I do a lot of writing for my current job, but it's mostly legal stuff nobody would want to read. It's nice to write something people enjoy by night, at least! I'd like to start doing some more serious writing on the side, but haven't gotten around to it just yet. Maybe someday!! On 4/19/2018 at 8:40 AM, Habitat said: Also, I had a dream not too long ago that was extremely similar to part of your dream, except that I was one of the guys in the men's room. Are you sure we weren't sharing the same dream, Inception-style? Did you happen to notice Leonardo DiCaprio peeing in one of the urinals? Hahaha! That's amazing! Unfortunately, no Leonardo DiCaprio! I must've looked away at the wrong moment! Although now I'm curious what kind of devious ideas he was incepting Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted April 24, 2018 Share Posted April 24, 2018 Your dream was very fun to read! The content is amazing and you convey it eloquently. As for the problem of the standing pee I suggest searching around the internet for instructions and advice. I found some of it when I was curious about women peeing like men. I'm sure it can work because I've seen the pics! Quote Link to comment
AudreyLovesPee 250 Posted June 24, 2018 Share Posted June 24, 2018 @PeerPressure that’s was a sexy dream. Sorry your trials all failed. They make things for women to pee standing up. It’s like a funnel. Although I doubt you want one since we are into wetting. It’s for women to pee in sticky situations I think. Quote Link to comment
PeerPressure 451 Posted June 24, 2018 Author Share Posted June 24, 2018 1 hour ago, AudreyLovesPee said: @PeerPressure that’s was a sexy dream. Sorry your trials all failed. They make things for women to pee standing up. It’s like a funnel. Although I doubt you want one since we are into wetting. It’s for women to pee in sticky situations I think. Despite the frustration, the failures really are a lot of fun, hehe. I've seen those! I may get one sometime just for the fun of it and convenience when wetting isn't an option, but I want the pride of being able to get the same results au naturel . I also have this fantasy of showing off to a surprised boyfriend sometime haha. Quote Link to comment
AudreyLovesPee 250 Posted June 24, 2018 Share Posted June 24, 2018 14 hours ago, PeerPressure said: Despite the frustration, the failures really are a lot of fun, hehe. I've seen those! I may get one sometime just for the fun of it and convenience when wetting isn't an option, but I want the pride of being able to get the same results au naturel . I also have this fantasy of showing off to a surprised boyfriend sometime haha. haha. yea that would be funny. he would so surprised Quote Link to comment
Guest Frankie Posted June 24, 2018 Share Posted June 24, 2018 I think it is so important to help people not to wet even when we are aroused by it. But its also nice to enjoy a semi-public wetting with those who share our arousal! Quote Link to comment
bibibibi 169 Posted July 2, 2018 Share Posted July 2, 2018 Tried again recently? Quote Link to comment
PeerPressure 451 Posted July 4, 2018 Author Share Posted July 4, 2018 On 7/2/2018 at 12:36 PM, bibibibi said: Tried again recently? A few weeks ago, I think, but in the shower instead of at the toilet because I didn't want to clean up the mess, which there ended up being a lot of haha. Quote Link to comment
bibibibi 169 Posted July 5, 2018 Share Posted July 5, 2018 19 hours ago, PeerPressure said: A few weeks ago, I think, but in the shower instead of at the toilet because I didn't want to clean up the mess, which there ended up being a lot of haha. did it work? Quote Link to comment
PeerPressure 451 Posted July 6, 2018 Author Share Posted July 6, 2018 11 hours ago, bibibibi said: did it work? Not at all! But I consider soaking my pants a win in itself BlueWetter 1 Quote Link to comment
pbl 10 Posted July 10, 2018 Share Posted July 10, 2018 Thank you for sharing such an awesome story, PeerPresure. Expertly written, this is one that I'll treasure and return to time and again. Quote I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. Just curious, how exactly do you typically use your labia to "aim" (or at least try to aim)? Are you squeezing the labia together in hopes of guiding the stream in the correct direction or are you trying to spread them apart in order to avoid any interfering surface tension? Quote Link to comment
madalu 2 Posted July 10, 2018 Share Posted July 10, 2018 The labia can accomplish nothing in the context of peeing except to make a mess; the trick is to get them out of the way. As an uncircumcised male I've had the same experience many times with foreskin causing me to "miss" - especially if I'm too sleepy to take notice. With sufficient pressure and the labia out of the way, the urethral opening will produce a nice straight stream - at least in my experience on the observing end. The only trick then is to know what direction the stream will go or - if you're really good at it - to aim it, either by applying pressure around the urethral opening or by tilting your whole abdomen. Quote Link to comment
PeerPressure 451 Posted July 11, 2018 Author Share Posted July 11, 2018 22 hours ago, pbl said: Thank you for sharing such an awesome story, PeerPresure. Expertly written, this is one that I'll treasure and return to time and again. Just curious, how exactly do you typically use your labia to "aim" (or at least try to aim)? Are you squeezing the labia together in hopes of guiding the stream in the correct direction or are you trying to spread them apart in order to avoid any interfering surface tension? I don't really use my labia to aim per se, rather I try to clear my stream of obstructions. I've had some success with this (though not while wearing pants haha). I don't really see how pushing things together down there would do anything other than make a huge mess down my legs and all over my hands, haha. Hope that helps! Quote Link to comment
Rileyy 388 Posted July 11, 2018 Share Posted July 11, 2018 I tried this in the shower this morning and completely failed??? bibibibi, CarmenCD and BlueWetter 3 Quote Link to comment
bibibibi 169 Posted July 11, 2018 Share Posted July 11, 2018 11 hours ago, Rileyy said: I tried this in the shower this morning and completely failed??? You can do it, you just need more practice! Quote Link to comment
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