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  1. Heyya!! It occurred to me recently that I haven't done a proper wetting in ages...so I changed that today! Hope you all enjoy!! If you're just here for the pee action and don't care about the buildup, jump to paragraph 6! When I got home from work today, I discovered I needed to run to the store for groceries, but really wasn't in the mood for it. I was, however, in the mood for some pee fun so I came up with a compromise: I'd suck it up and go to the store, but with a challenge. I would chug at least two bottles of water before going in and I wasn't allowing myself to use the store restrooms. Suddenly feeling less down about grocery shopping, I changed out of my work clothes and into some tight jeans, a cute white top, and my designated "pee shoes". Not yet sure whether I'd end up wetting or make it back from the store without a drop in my panties, I moved the towel from my car trunk (is it bad that I keep one there for these occasions? ) to my passenger seat as a precaution. Then I grabbed a couple water bottles and set off, intentionally neglecting to visit the toilet beforehand. At about 6:15, I pulled into the store parking lot, cracked open a bottle, and downed it quickly. I was pretty thirsty, so the first went down pretty easily, but I struggled with the second, barely managing to choke down half of it. Nearly feeling nauseous from the sudden bombardment of fluids, I opted to cut my stomach some slack instead of sticking to my original plan. A bottle and a half would have to do. Excited, I climbed out of my car, water slashing around my innards. For the first 30 or so minutes, it didn't feel like a challenge at all. I intentionally stalled a little simply because I was worried I'd finish shopping before having any fun. Not long after, my fears were laid to rest. It was probably about 6:50 when the first inklings of urge were making themselves known. I pushed them to the back of my mind and carried on with my task, humming softly to myself like nothing was unusual. Another 10 minutes and I was at the point where I'd normally excuse myself to the ladies' room for the sake of comfort, but I wasn't aiming to be comfortable today . Seemingly only another five minutes passed and I was shocked at how mercilessly my kidneys were shoveling fluid at my bladder. Beginning to recognize the mistake I'd made in stalling, I picked up the pace, now hoping I'd be able to get out in time! Minutes ticked by and I began to notice myself fidgeting a little. The excitement was building. I felt little bursts of adrenaline, pumped by the speeding thud thud thud of my heart, and I imagined them coinciding with spurts of urine into my quickly-filling bladder. A sense of naughtiness filled me as I looked around at the other shoppers, blissfully unaware of how intensely sensual every pulsating second was. This pushed me even harder. Desperation was on the horizon and I was going to meet it. I stepped into the fruit isle and, after glancing around to ensure nobody could see, danced a little in place, trying to relieve the pressure. It didn't help. Quickly, I loaded my cart, hardly taking the time to consider if I were actually out of what I was buying. Finally, I was finished. I glanced at my watch. 7:20. By then, I hadn't merely met desperation. It consumed me. I raced to the self-check out as quickly as my fluid-overloaded state permitted without leaking all over the floor. My heart dropped when I arrived and saw a small line. By now, I couldn't even conceal my state. I'm sure I either looked like I was going to have a massive anxiety attack and crumple onto the floor in fetal position, or someone more perceptive might accurately guess that I was about to catastrophically explode the contents of my bladder everywhere. When it seemed nobody was looking I discreetly (probably not nearly as discreetly as I hoped) pushed my hand into my crotch, bouncing up and down all the while. Honestly, I probably looked like one of the characters from The Sims when they're desperate! ...Beep. Beep. Beep. Please check your basket and scan additional items now. I wanted to scream! After an eternity--Really only 30 or so seconds. Trust me. I was watching my watch as though it could make a difference--it was my turn. Every tick...tick...tick... of the second hand was drip...drip...drip... into my bladder. I scanned my items furiously, eying the nearby ladies room jealously, wondering if I should just give it up. No. I turned my gaze back to the items I was practically violently throwing into my cart. Beep. Beep. Beep. Please check your bask-- I hit the button before it could finish and ran my card through before it fully processed. Suddenly, I thought I felt a dampness between my legs. Mortified, my heart seized as I looked down and patted myself down there. Nope. Nothing. My mind was playing tricks on me. COME ON. I muttered exasperatedly under my breath, afraid the next time would be real... ...FINALLY. I didn't even remember to grab my receipt. I gripped my cart, fingers turning white, and hobbled as quickly as I could for the exit. The automatic doors could hardly open quickly enough as I barrelled through, my bladder threatening to give out any second. If I can just get to my car. I'm right. there. behind. that. truck... As I staggered to my car, I didn't even have time to make sure I was out of sight. Crying--even now I'm not sure why, whether agony, relief, embarrassment, pleasure, or some divine amalgamation of the four--I threw myself against the driver side door as a flood of warmth gushed between my legs. This time it was real. As I buried my face in my arms and the thick, brunette swaths of my hair, the searing hiss of urine jetting into my instantly-soaked panties tickled my ears. The tantalizing rush teased my lady bits and swiftly overtook my butt. I trembled, resigning myself to the inexorable torrent below. The confines of my panties were no match for the cascades that soon crawled down quivering thighs, carving intricate rivers toward the ocean of pavement. I let out an involuntary moan and shivered, quite separately from the shaking. My knees seemed to give out and I dropped into a squat, still afraid to open my eyes or lift my gaze from the haven of my arms and hair. I silently prayed nobody could see me--or if they could, that they wouldn't dare approach. Meanwhile, the stream of urine now pooling in the butt of my jeans and leaking onto the pavement below with a gentle patter showed little sign of relenting. Adrenaline coursed through me and the sheer beating of my heart seemed to force the pee out. Wiping the tears that soaked my face as thoroughly as the pee soaked my crotch, I opened my eyes to the blurry world, begging for nobody to be witnessing this. Miraculously, nobody was. I had heard the occasional car drive by, but nobody seemed to notice the woman peeing herself between her car and a large truck in the middle of the parking lot. I gave thanks and fell to a sitting position, my bladder stores finally approaching depletion. Sniffling, I looked around and found myself sitting in the midst of a massive puddle, soaked from my crotch to my socks. Still quivering, I smiled weakly to myself, realizing how badly I missed this. Everything finally came to a spurting end...sort of. I was hydrated enough that it seemed to replenish before I could truly finish. Finally I called it good enough and climbed to my knees, the puddle beneath me tinkling gently as I rose. My jeans clung to me jealously, emphasizing nearly every detail of my legs. Then I looked up and realized I'd fully soaked myself without even loading my groceries up... I sat in silence for a brief moment, cursing myself and pondering how to load my car and replace the cart without arousing suspicion with my completely saturated groin, butt, and...well...everything waist-down. With no better option, I wrapped my towel around my waist, no doubt looking completely mental, loaded my car, prayed I wouldn't run into anyone I know, and returned the cart to a nearby rack. Trying to shield my tear-streaked face, I didn't look around at anyone, but I could feel the strange looks as "this crazy lady was walking through the parking lot with a towel around her waist". I returned to my car, emptied my bladder again, a several-second stream rewarming the now-cold crotch of my panties and teasing my ladies bits even more, and climbed into my car, the towel still strategically wrapped around my lower half. By the time I returned to my apartment, I had to pee again. Not nearly as badly of course, but it was definitely there. Sneakily, I pulled in behind the dumpster, where nobody could peek out of a window at me. Quickly, I removed the towel, jumped out, and wet myself yet again. Then I replaced the towel, drove to my usual parking spot, and made a mad dash to my door so I could change before someone could inquire about my ridiculous circumstances. It was tough to restrain myself from tending to things "down there" before bringing my groceries in, but I managed to refrain long enough to get everything in and start up a hot (in more ways than one ) shower.
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    Peeing Through the Fly? ...If Only I Were a Guy

    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!
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    Most Exciting Place for a Girl to Pee?

    Thank you everyone for the ideas!! I'll have to give some of these a shot--and revisit some old favorites!
  4. The title pretty much says it all! Ladies, where's the most exciting place you've ever peed (or fantasized of peeing), and guys, where's your favorite place for a girl to pee?
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    An Abandoned Building of Unrivaled Freedom

    Hehe thank you!! You should give it a try if you can! It's incredible!
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    Peeing Through the Fly? ...If Only I Were a Guy

    Not at all! But I consider soaking my pants a win in itself
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    Peeing Through the Fly? ...If Only I Were a Guy

    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.
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    Peeing Through the Fly? ...If Only I Were a Guy

    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.
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    Not Making a Pit Stop

    Thank you!! And yessss, I wish that too! I don't dare share this stuff with anyone outside this site. It'd be amazing to have someone to enjoy it with in person.
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    Not Making a Pit Stop

    You got it! I actually live alone, so no need to hide anything! In fact, I'll sometimes just let loose where I'm standing at home! I don't do it super often though because I get tired of having to clean up the mess all the time.
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    Not Making a Pit Stop

    You can count on it!! Thank you!! I also wonder if they'd dismiss it as just a clumsy drink spill. Most people don't expect a full-grown woman to wet herself so thoroughly. I absolutely loooooove the risk of being seen--what a rush! Actually being seen...eh. I've only had it happen once and I was totally crushed at first, but looking back, I find it super exciting! It's a double-edged sword I suppose.
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    female A Travel Challenge

    Heyy everyone!! I just got in from an 8.5-hour drive for work, so if my writing is a bit lacking, I apologize in advance! During these long hours, however, I tackled a new pee challenge to stave off the boredom and wanted to share the experiences while the excitement is fresh! So I woke up about an hour earlier than I intended this morning. Typically, I would hop into the shower pretty quickly and relieve myself for the morning there, but I had an idea: From the moment of awakening until I checked into my motel room, I would only pee in unconventional places...and never in the same place twice. I guess showers aren't technically a "conventional place" to release one's bladder, but I find it so dang satisfying that I do it every morning (confession time haha) and figured it'd be cheating to start off my new challenge that way. I was really bursting for a pee, so I opted for perhaps the simplest and easiest "unconventional pee" on the books: I dashed to my living room, slipped off my panties, spread my legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, closed my eyes, and relaxed. Within seconds, the morning silence turned into a crisp patter, which swiftly transformed into a forceful cascade. My eyes still shut, my lips curled into an impish smile with satisfaction as I let out a relieved sigh. I really had to go. I moved my feet together and shot a glance down as a warm rush began to encompass my feet. A very sizeable puddle was forming on my wood floor (I made an immature joke to myself about morning wood) and streaks of stray urine streamed down my legs. Apparently, my floor isn't entirely level because a small stream began to shoot off to the right of the puddle. Who'd've thought pee could be a handy architectural tool? At last, the contents of my bladder diminished to the last few drops, some of which spurted to the floor, the rest to my legs. I recognized the error of my ways as I went to fetch some paper towels...leaving a trail of pee foot prints on my path to the kitchen. Still enjoying my nakedness from the waist down, I grabbed a wad of towels, wiped my self down, and retraced my tracks to the formidable puddle. Then I ran a quick mop around the area, hopped into the shower, and prepared for my trek, feeling satisfied with my first wizz of the day. I donned a black skirt today to facilitate my unwillingness to use the facilities, and hopped into my car for the long journey, gently sipping from my water bottle. About an hour down the road, I still wasn't feeling any urge at all, so I began drinking a little more ambitiously. Another hour passed and, right about the time my gas tank was hitting E, my bladder was hitting F. I had been mildly fidgeting in my seat for a few minutes and was thankful for a pit stop. I pulled into a dumpy little gas station and was quickly thankful for my pact of unconventional peeing. It seemed like the kind of place you'd catch 15 diseases just from touching the restroom door handle. As I lifted the nozzle and put it into my gas tank, I pondered my options. It was fairly deserted, so I had a fair amount of freedom. The botanical coverage was somewhat lacking, so I couldn't run off into the woods to pee--which would've been fairly boring anyway. My options were either to pee at my car or around the side of the building. I started to make my way around the building when it occurred to me, There's no one here. Just pee from your car! I felt a surge of excitement with the thought. But what if someone drives up while I'm peeing? I shot back. You're two hours from home. Even if someone catches you, they won't recognize you. I retorted. Yeah, but what if someone catches me..? My argument against this undertaking was buckling. I quickly walked back to my car and made sure nobody from inside could make out what was going on. Between the numerous large advertisements in the window and where I was parked, I discerned that I could occlude line of sight from both the convenience store and the road if I opened my driver and rear passenger door. All the while, my bladder was urging me to quickly determine my course of action. Okay...You win. I conceded to myself. You won't regret it. I snarkily assured myself. I took one last glance around to ensure there were no unexpected audience members for the show. It was just as clear as when I pulled in. Tally ho. I opened both of my doors, lifted my skirt, and sat on the frame of the car. I nervously slid my panties to the side, my heart pounding furiously, the thrill egging me on. I continued nervously glancing around, certain some massive procession would determine that was the precise time to come gas up. Thankfully, no such procession materialized--only the occasional car shot down the road, oblivious to the woman baring her nether region to the gas pump in front of her. I had some difficulty getting the waterworks flowing as the hot humidity bore down on me, feeling like a thousand boiling oceans under the anxiety. I cursed softly as some urine gently shot askew, dampening my groin and streaking down to my butt. This was enough, however, to get the juices moving. I adjusted myself as the spurt evolved into a steady stream, drenching the pavement beneath me. My muscles were trembling from nervousness, excitement, and because of my awkward position. Once the stream was adequately established, I glanced around again. Still clear. Suddenly...THUD. Startled, my heart and I simultaneously jumped, and while I thankfully managed to avoid peeing all over myself, my stream faltered. It was just the gas pump as it finished filling my tank. I sighed with relief, adrenaline coursing through my body even more rapidly than the urine had been coursing from my urethra. After a moment, I managed to relax enough to begin peeing again. By the last few spurts, I had left a very respectable puddle, which pooled satisfyingly and streamed away slowly. My cover still not blown, I reached into my car, grabbed a tissue, and wiped myself clean. I replaced my panties and rubbed some sanitizer onto my hands as I admired my puddle and its many proud streaks. My heart was still pounding as I leaped into my car and sped off, nobody the wiser. Now I was feeling really confident. Perhaps too confident. For the sake of making good time on my trip, it took every ounce of will I had to not feverishly down water in anticipation of the next adventure. Despite this incredible (if I may say so myself) display of self-control, I had enough residual fluid working its way through my kidneys that I only made it about another hour down the road before pit stop #2 became a necessity. Okay...admittedly, I probably could've delayed a little longer, but I was excited to go for round 2 . This time, I pulled into a McDonalds...that wasn't quite as vacant as the gas station. This is going to be a challenge. I parked my car and made my way in, surveying the area. There were probably about 6 or 7 people, not counting employees, suggesting that perhaps trying anything outside was a bad idea. I briskly walked to the bathrooms and pushed open the door to the women's room, hoping it was maybe single occupancy and I could just pee in the sink or something (I wasn't about to give up so easily in the face of adversity!). To my disappointment, it was not. There were two stalls, a trash can, and a sink. I thought about pulling the trash can into the stall and peeing into it, but that seemed somewhat like cheating, so I opted against it. Hmm...What about a floor drain? Nope. It was in the middle of the bathroom. I'd be flashing anyone walking through the door. Recognizing I didn't have any particularly good options there, I gently cracked open the door to take another look around. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of the men's room sign. A light bulb went off in my head. Even using the stall in there wouldn't be a conventional pee. The bathroom entrances were offset into a little cove, with walls that occluded the doors from the rest of the restaurant. I slowly crept out to see if I could sneak my way in (praying I wasn't going to walk in on some guy at the urinal). There were several people sitting within sight of the cove, but they were pretty distracted. But what if I walk in on some guy peeing?! Again, my heart was racing. I compromised. I went back into the women's room, where I could wait without looking out-of-place to other restaurant goers. I stood by the door and listened for the men's room door. Several minutes passed, during which I heard nothing. If anyone's in there, he's taking a crap and I can slip out unnoticed. I exited the women's room again and nervously glanced from the cove. Nobody was paying much attention, so I swiftly and confidently (only on the outside. Inside, I was terrified) pushed my way into the men's room, half expecting to find a guy, penis-in-hand, with a look of shock on his face as I barged in. Thankfully, I did not. It was empty. The butterflies in my stomach were violently trying to rip their way out of my abdominal wall and pure epinephrine jolted through me. I swear, my heart rate probably set a world record. I quickly made my way toward the stall, longingly eying the urinal and I passed. I closed the stall door behind me, silently sighing with immense relief as I clicked the lock. As I turned to face the toilet, my anxious euphoria was dampened slightly--the toilet was filthy. It was covered in urine and there were splatters on the floor. Cautiously, I raised my skirt up, pulled my panties to the side, and semi-straddled the porcelain with my butt hanging over it, afraid to let anything touch it. Again, my muscles were trembling--though much more this time. Admittedly, as I began to pee, I contributed a fair amount to the urine on the toilet seat (oops! ). Relief swept over me as I emptied my bladder, vigorously tinkling into the water below. It was strange to get such a surge of excitement from something so mundane as a regular toilet! Context is everything, I guess! As I was wiping, my heart surged again and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as I heard the door open. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP--No--BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, my heart raced so loudly I thought for sure he would hear it. Still hovering my butt over the toilet seat, toilet paper in hand, I barely dared to breathe as I heard this mystery man rustling his pants at the urinal. The sound of urine striking porcelain. I'd've probably been turned on, had I not been terrified. I'm certain he only peed for a normal amount of time, but it seemed to me as though his bladder was endless. I began to think I would grow old and die in this men's room stall, awaiting his conclusion. At last, however, my fears were assuaged when, somehow, the sound of him spitting and the flush of the urinal were not drowned out by the ferocious pounding of my cardiovascular system. He spent a few brief seconds at the sink and I heard the door open...then close. I stood there for a few moments, absolutely petrified. Suddenly, my thoughts burst into a frenzy. I finished wiping, didn't even remember to flush or wash my hands, and dashed for the door, afraid someone would walk in. Thankfully, nobody did. I burst through the door much more forcefully than I had intended. This attracted the attention of a lady at a table near the restrooms who gave me a puzzled look, which transitioned into a dirty look when she realized I was emerging from the men's room. I just sped past, avoiding eye contact, and jumped into my car. It wasn't until several miles down the road that I finally calmed down and remembered I forgot to wash up. More hand sanitizer. And a lot of AC--I had worked up a bit of a sweat. After the anxiety subsided, I began laughing with hysterical euphoria. I did it! I used a men's room in a crowded area AND at the same time as a guy! Also striking to me, was that, because I was like 3 hours away from home, there were virtually no consequences. Sure, the woman caught me, but what was she going to do? We'll never see each other again! Seeing how crazy long this recount is becoming, I'll quickly summarize the more mundane ones (or ones similar to stories I've written in the past) and then skip to the final one. Another hour and a half in, I peed into a gas station restroom trash can (yeah, I know, I considered this cheating earlier...but after McDonalds, I was willing to tame it down a bit). Two hours after that, I did the classic cup-pee in my car at a roadside rest. Finally, after about 8.5 hours of travel, a little longer than anticipated, I pulled into the motel. During the last half hour, I began really piling on the fluids again, so by the time I pulled in, I really had to go--bad. I wasn't allowed a trip to the ladies' room until I had checked into my room, however. I parked and virtually ran inside, hoping to work through the process as quickly as possible. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait in a line. The guy checking me in was very friendly. I probably seemed like an anti-social jerk because I was focusing more on not peeing all over the floor, or at the very least, dancing like an idiot in front of him, clutching my lady bits, than on friendly chit-chat. Hurriedly, I thanked him as I grabbed my key and raced off. Not even bothering to grab my luggage, I began searching for my room. En route, however, I found a little cove that I assumed formerly hosted a vending machine. As I shot past it, I turned around, considering, Why waste a perfectly good bladder of pee? You haven't checked into your room yet. Forget the luxury of a toilet. I glanced around to ensure nobody was loitering around. Nope. I ducked into the cove, where I proceeded to fully and properly wet myself. No skirt-raising, no panties pulled to the side, just torrents of pee rushing down my legs, soaking my socks and shoes, and a steady trickle straight to the ground, forming yet another large puddle. After the encounter at McDonalds, this seemed like child's play and came to me easily. Within a long few seconds, I was thoroughly drenched from the waist down. I giggled a little as I admired my puddle, then raced off to find my room, the urine quickly cooling in the night breeze, chilling my legs ever so slightly. I found my room and, still wearing my urine-soaked clothes, lugged all my stuff in, enjoying the dampness. Without even changing, I laid a towel on the chair and set up my laptop to write this. Now...if you'll excuse me, I have some cleaning up to do and some tingling to tend to downstairs I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!!
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    female Not Making a Pit Stop

    Heyy all!! This one is fresh from yesterday afternoon!! So I love being active and, lately, have been really into the idea of doing a triathlon, leading me to dust off my bicycle and give it some exercise. It has been really hot and humid lately, leading me to drink a lot of water before I go out. As I'm sure you're all very well aware, what goes in must come out Yesterday, I got off of work a little early and hurried home, debating whether to settle for a running or biking day. By the time I parked my car, I'd decided on two-wheeling it for the day. I gave myself about an hour to unwind after work and stock up on fluids, which I, admittedly, may have overdone. Meanwhile, I changed into a bright pink tank top and black shorts. By the turn of the clock, I had loaded my bike onto my car and was ready to go! I cruised over to a nice, paved trail about 20 minutes from my home, entirely neglecting to relieve myself before setting off. When I pulled into the parking space and began unloading my bike, my bladder was already making itself known, but I intentionally disregarded it. I hadn't had a good, daring pee since I was caught a few months ago and, as embarrassing as that was, I was craving the thrill again. Plus, I figured, I could find a nice water-deprived bush off the trail and hydrate it if things got really bad. It's not uncommon to see guys and, occasionally, other girls coming back onto the trail from the woods, presumably having done exactly that. With that looming in the back of my mind, I set off! A few miles in, it was starting to get bad. I could no longer push the urge to pee into the back of my mind. I was just riding past an area where the trail meets a stream with a pretty waterfall--a popular location for trail walkers and families, however, so I needed to hold it until I was clear of all the people. Every drop that cascaded down the waterfall teased my bladder, which threatened to release a similar cascade from my crotch. I bit my lip and pressed on, occasionally trying to discreetly press my hand between my legs--as if that ever helped. As I zipped past the people, happily laughing and taking photos, blissfully oblivious of the woman urging her bladder not to burst, I considered my options. Obviously, the bushes were a relatively safe bet...but I didn't want safe--not today. I could get off my bike, pull my shorts and panties to the side, and soak the pavement. Perhaps a little too risky. I wasn't keen on giving any passersby a free show of my lady bits. Why not just pee while I ride? Forget the pit stop altogether! With that thought, I flashed a devilish grin, which was quickly washed away by the waves of urine sloshing around in my abdomen. At last, I found a spot of the trail where the laughs and yells of others were out of earshot. I looked forward and backward, each twist an act of torture--threatening to prematurely force open the floodgates. Nobody's in sight. Now or never. As I caught a slight decline, I stopped pedaling, scooted slightly forward on the bike seat, and relaxed my muscles. Perhaps facilitated by my sitting position, the first spurts of pee discharged far more quickly and easily than I anticipated. Within seconds, my panties, unable to handle the rush of fluid, which overflowed and dampened my shorts. A creeping darkness overtook my groin and pee warmly gushed all over my butt and my legs, leaving the bicycle seat a gleaming black, and pattering to the ground, leaving a trail of drops. I let out a moan of relief as I coasted, leaking all over myself and my bike. It was a surreal sensation--the world rushing by as the contents of my bladder rushed downward. This sensation began to fade, however, as I hit the bottom of the decline and began losing momentum. Preoccupied by the urine spouting out of my urethra, I put my feet out, catching myself and standing over my bike. There, I stood, ferociously gushing from my nether region. The wind began blowing, a coolness overtaking me as it collided with my sweat and my newly-wet legs. Some of the fluid rushed down into my socks, which thirstily licked it up, diverting it into my shoes. The rest cascaded straight down, hitting the frame of my bike or tumbling straight to an ever-growing puddle below. Cautiously, I continued darting glances in both directions to ensure nobody was coming. The coast was clear. At last, however, as all good things do, the final few spurts came to a sputtering end, and I stood there, soaked from the waist down, in a puddle of my own pee, gently gripping my similarly-wet bicycle by the handles. Eagerly, I observed the damage with a smile. A splash of pee formed a small, trickling stream from the puddle beneath my gleaming legs. My shorts were soaked, clinging hungrily to my skin. The bicycle seat was drenched and the frame dripped seductively. Now beaming, I mounted my bike and set off again, adrenaline shooting through my body, giving my ride new life. By the time I made it back to my car, only my panties were slightly damp, but my spirit was not! ...And my bladder was full again. I had parked on the edge of the lot, next to the woods, away from most of the other cars. There were a few people chatting on the other side. I grabbed the towel I keep in my trunk and laid it on my seat in order to avoid getting pee all over it. Then, I made my way to the passenger side of the car, stood where my lower half was obscured, and peed myself again, laughing as I watered the grass, nobody else aware of the 24-year-old woman peeing down her legs like a little girl. Upon finishing, I shook my legs as dry as I could, climbed into my car, and made my way back home.
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    Peeing Through the Fly? ...If Only I Were a Guy

    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? 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!! 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
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    Some Questions for the Guys

    Hey guys! A couple of brief questions have piqued my interest and I'd really like some masculine insight if they're not too personal! Firstly, when you're actively wetting, do you get an erection? Like, as you're peeing? Also, what does it feel like to pee through an erection? Is it difficult? Sorry if these seem immature or too personal I'm just really curious!