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  1. 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!
  2. 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
  3. female An Abandoned Building of Unrivaled Freedom

    Hahaha! At that point, I had resigned myself to being a total mess so it didn't bother me too much Admittedly, it was tough to keep the flow going though. It kinda sputtered a bit here and there.
  4. Your Reaction to Catching People Peeing Indiscreetly?

    You all make interesting points and, OmoCommando, I suspect you're spot-on with this assertion. Thanks everyone for the insight! It just struck me as weird the other day to be such an omo lover, but find it awkward, so I wanted to see what you all thought! Haha, that Oatmeal comic is great!
  5. Firstly, I apologize if this is already posted somewhere else. I did a very quick search without finding anything, so I hope I'm in the clear! I don't frequently encounter people peeing in unexpected public situations, but on the occasions I do, I'm always surprised by how it makes me feel. You would think, being crazy into omo and similar pee-related interests, that I would find it a massive turn-on, but it doesn't usually seem to be that way. There are only two examples coming to mind at the moment. For the first one, several years ago, I was running a big road race when I looked over at the trees to the side of the road. One of the guys in the race had run just past the edge of the woods bordering the road to take a leak...right there in front of everyone--us ladies included. He made little effort to hide what he was doing, though I don't think anyone could see anything other than his back and his stream. The second occurred very recently. I was driving down an exit ramp on the highway when I looked over at a parked car to the side of the road. Next to it, a guy "whipped it out" and started relieving himself by the side of the road with no effort at all to conceal himself. His stream was very obvious and, if I had been intent on snooping a little more, I have little doubt I could've gotten a good look at his penis! Instead of finding these incidents super hot, however, I felt kinda awkward and embarrassed for both of them...so I'm curious: How do YOU feel when you stumble across someone peeing in public when you're not expecting it? Also, a question for the men: Does it seem weird to you that these guys would just pull it out and let loose out in the open where anyone, women included, could see them? We gals are a little more prohibited in that regard, so I wonder if that skews my perspective. Maybe it's ironic that I would ask this, since I find risky peeing absolutely exhilarating, but it catches me off-guard when people pee like that without even attempting to hide it.
  6. female An Abandoned Building of Unrivaled Freedom

    Thanks everybody! I really appreciate it and am glad you all enjoyed the story! Thank you!! Haha! I would've if I could've! ...if only I had the means to aim upward and some really strong muscles... Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it! It's a blast to do these things and then writing here lets me relive them! I've seen those! They're super cool!! I'm hoping to get to the point that I can pee standing up just using my fingers without any mess. Even better, I'd love to be able to pee through the fly without soaking my pants, just like any guy, but I suspect that's just a pipe dream haha It's my favorite! Thank you! It's even more exhilarating than you'd expect! Enjoy! That's a very good point. I wore them to have less clean-up to worry about, but the risk was a pretty major oversight on my part. Thanks for the tip!
  7. Heyyy everyone!! It has been a little while since my last story, so here's a new one!! This one is super long because there was so much I was able to do! If you want to skip straight to the action, it's pretty packed from paragraph 3 on! There's an abandoned building near where I live that has been sitting, vacant, for quite some time. I've never paid much heed to it and don't even know what it originally was, but an article in the paper caught my eye in passing this past Tuesday. It has been scheduled for demolition in the near future. I've been dying for another pee adventure lately, so a lifelong dream immediately came to mind: If it's abandoned and scheduled for demolition, nobody will care if someone...perhaps...makes a bit of a mess around the place . At that moment, I knew I had plans for this weekend! Agonizingly, I waiting for today (Saturday) to come. Finally! A little earlier than most Saturdays, my alarm awakened me with a start. I leaped out of bed and started downing water right off the bat. I ate a good breakfast, threw on some ratty clothes and cheap flip-flops, and waited for 11AM: The time I set to start my adventure. I drank enough water throughout the morning that I was making a trip to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so. Finally, 11:00 rolled around and, skipping the bathroom before heading out, I threw a backpack with a change of clothes and 4 water bottles into my car (I meant business today), and sped off. Within 10 minutes, I pulled into a parking space down the street from the abandoned building. It stood there, as it had for years, completely still and silent. The only difference now is that it was surrounded by caution tape. Ducking under the tape, I cautiously approached. The urge to urinate was already beginning to form, but I wanted to ensure there were no other explorers before I started having my fun. Nobody else seemed to be traipsing around outside, so I tried the exterior doors--all locked. No worries, I thought, eying a busted window as the urge to pee loomed in my mind. I slid in through the window, taking care to avoid cutting myself on any jutting glass, and quietly stepped onto the cold tile floor, ensuring not to step on any glass shards. I was in a small office-like room, adequately lit by large windows on all sides. A small doorway led into what was presumably a hallway. A little burst of adrenaline surged through me, sending my heart pounding and teasing my bladder. I carefully explored every room, making sure I didn't have any company. It was totally vacant. I was getting really excited now! I glanced at my watch. 20 minutes had passed since I pulled up, and I was really feeling it, though I wasn't quite to the point of desperation just yet. I retrieved one of the bottles from my bag and took a swig. Anything more would've been painful. I returned to the hallway, which was dim, despite being midday, but I could still see well enough to navigate, which was good because I totally lacked the foresight to bring a flashlight. Where to go first? I'm not accustomed to being able to pee anywhere I want in a building that's not my apartment. I scanned the hall and my eyes rested on an obvious first choice. Let's make a mess of the men's room first, I mischievously thought. I set my backpack down against the wall and pushed open the door, which creaked loudly and slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty hall. The men's room was well-lit, thanks to a frosted window on the far wall. I jittered with excitement as I looked at my options. There were two sinks, two urinals, and a stall. I pondered for a few moments as the desperation built. I was getting to the point of being fidgety. I gazed longingly at the urinals, but decided to exercise some patience and save them for later. First off, why not wet myself? I've always appreciated the irony of a good bathroom wetting, and now I'd be doing it in the men's room! I moved to the middle of the floor, turned to face the mirror behind the sinks, and grinned cheesily at myself. The left half of the mirror was shattered, but some still remained on the right, so I shifted over to where I could see myself clearly, then backed up to the point that I could see my crotch. I danced a little, up and down, grabbed myself for good measure, and then succumbed to the pressure. There was a brief pause, where everything seemed perfectly still. Then, I felt a spray of urine abruptly douse my panties. I cracked a smile as I felt warmth pour into my pants, drenching my lady bits and butt. I looked up at the mirror and saw a wet patch forming between the legs of my jeans, running down my thighs in little streaks. I could hear a little hiss and let out a half-sigh, half-laugh as fluid cascaded down my legs. From the view in the mirror, I admired the flood that was swiftly conquering my pants, right in front of two urinals. Urine began pouring out of each pant leg, leaving my feet and flip-flops gleaming in the light. It was exhilarating! While I was still peeing, I turned around, my flip-flops splashing quietly in the puddle that was forming beneath me. I turned to look at my butt, which was also glistening with flowing moisture. I briefly wished I could stand there making a mess all over the men's room floor forever, but then I remembered I had other places to pee afterward! Finally, the stream came to a trickling end. I was so hydrated, however, that every few seconds, I could shoot off another spurt of pee into my jeans. I giggled and looked around at the mess I made. I was completely soaked from the waist down, my jeans now considerably darker than when I started. There was a giant puddle in the middle of the floor, slowly trickling toward the floor drain. The novelty hadn't worn off yet, so I didn't want to leave the men's room. Finally, however, I surrendered and went back out to the hallway, where I could grab some water. In the hallway, as I finished off the bottle, penis envy hit me like crazy. What I would give to be able to whip out a penis and walk down the hall, showering the walls in pee! I thought, jealously. As I was wandering down that trail of thought, it occurred to me: We ladies would have it so much easier if we could relieve ourselves without removing our pants and without making a mess, just like guys. With virtually unlimited freedom, I figured I could give it a shot! I wandered the building, still soaked in my own pee, while I continued to drink and wait for the urge to build back up. In about 15 minutes, I was nearly dancing around again. I dashed back into the men's room, this time to a urinal! I splashed through the puddle I left before and made my way to the taller one, which wasn't far below my lady bits. I shivered with excitement (and admittedly some cold, since my pee-saturated pants had long since cooled off by then), and goosebumps raised on my arms. Unlike my last urinal encounter, it didn't matter how much of a mess I made--I was already a disaster! I undid my jeans and pondered how I wanted to do this. I was determined to pee through the fly in the name of some deluded concept of gender-urine-equality...or something . I pulled off my jeans long enough to remove my panties and relish in being naked from the waist-down in the men's room. I set my panties down, draping them over the sink, and put my jeans back on. If I can make this work, I'm going commando everywhere for the rest of my life, I grinned to myself as I tried to orient myself over the urinal. There's no way this will work, I thought, laughing at the ridiculous stance I had assumed. I had my legs stretched far apart with my hips thrust as far forward as I could. I was pressing my jeans against myself as hard as reasonably possible, with my vulva peeking out from the undone zipper and button, my labia held open with my free fingers. "Here goes," I muttered, and began to relieve myself. Initially, I was a little shocked! The first stream of urine shot out cleanly and straight into the urinal! I let out a quiet cheer, which proved to be very premature. Within seconds, pee shot off to the side and, really, everywhere. I felt the familiar warmth dripping down my pants and I wrestled with my urethra and the surrounding hardware--or lack thereof. My hands quickly became drenched in the effort, and the legs of my jeans were darkened anew. Pee splattered all over the front of the urinal, off to the side, into my pants, and on occasion, actually into it. This whole endeavor was leaving me more excited than I could've imagined. I thought I was going to orgasm right there, with my vagina hanging over a men's urinal! When the contents of my bladder came to a trickling end, I noticed I was trembling, the room felt like a furnace, and I had faint residue of sweat forming on my goosebump-covered skin. I closed my eyes and stood there for a good while, simply taking in the ethereal pleasure with the front of my jeans gaping wide open. My whole body was tingling with excitement and I had chills. I'm not entirely certain how long I stood there, trembling, drenched in pee, my pants wide open, in front of the urinal, but it felt almost as though I was going to fall asleep. After a brief eternity, I shook myself back to sense. I felt weirdly worn-out, but I wanted more--I needed more. I stayed there for hours chugging my water and peeing wherever my heart desired. It was amazing! After I thoroughly trashed the men's room (and of course, tried the urinal several more times), I peed all over the floor of the office I entered though, and even managed to pee a splotch against a wall with moderate success! Finally, it was nearing 3:00PM and I had consumed the last of my water. For today's final hoorah, I waited until I had to pee pretty badly, then stripped totally naked (in the men's room, of course) except for my flip-flops. I briefly looked into the mirror and appreciated the female anatomy that had conquered the gent's bathroom for the day. Then, I started peeing, watched it gush from the folds of my labia, and ran for the door, pee streaming all the way. Urine streaked down my legs and pattered to the floor as I streaked out of the men's room and down the hall. It was incredibly liberating and absolutely thrilling! I felt like a ridiculous child, but reveled in my nakedness and the trail of pee I was leaving all over the building, giggling with joy all the way. I must've looked 100% ridiculous. A grown woman, entirely nude, running around peeing, while giggling like a little girl. Sadly, it came to a dribbly end, at last. I went back to my backpack, oogling the mess I'd made over the course of the afternoon, grabbed my fresh clothes, and replaced them with my soaked jeans and panties. I wanted to enjoy being naked a little longer, so I refrained from getting dressed until I made it back to the window I climbed into. I popped a squat and peed one last spurt for good measure, before drying myself with my shirt, and then putting on my clean clothes. I climbed back out the window and drove home, tingling with excitement all the way. I turned on the shower and proceeded to masturbate like I never have before! I hope you all got at least half the pleasure out of this that I did!!!
  8. Heyy everyone!! This one is probably a lot tamer than most of my recent posts. I've been caught in a dreadful conflict: On one hand, I urgently desire to do more daring pee adventures again. On the other, getting caught last time has left me mortified. Lately, I've been doing my pee stuff exclusively in the privacy of my apartment, such as peeing in sinks, attempting to use bottles (thus far, with immense disaster! haha ), and similar things. While these have been fun, none of them quite scratch that itch, ya know? This afternoon/evening, I had one of my guy friends over, which was nice, but I was feeling suuuuper horny because I hadn't given any special attention "down there," nor had I indulged in any pee fantasies for longer than I generally like. In the name of not compromising our friendship (or at least avoiding the awkwardness), I couldn't exactly wet in front of him, so I initially resigned myself strictly to holding. Shortly before he arrived, I took a quick leak in the bathroom sink to hold me over for the afternoon . I rinsed down the pee, washed my hands, and downed a full glass of water...thus the wait began. I answered the door, let him in, and offered him a drink. We both indulged. He drank a glass of tea. I drank a glass and a half of water. At that point, I didn't have any real urge to pee, but I was eager for it to start. After about 40 minutes of hanging out, it did. It was mild at first and I pushed it to the back of my mind. It didn't take long, however, for the modest trickle into my bladder to suddenly feel like a raging torrent, my kidneys working double time. Not 10 minutes had passed before I arrived at the point I would normally excuse myself to the restroom. I maintained my composure, resisting the urge to fidget, and smiling a little brighter because of my secret. Another 5 minutes, and it was on the threshold of becoming urgent. I started squirming in in my seat, hoping my naturally-energetic disposition could hide the fact I was virtually dancing with desperation. As the seconds ticked by, I started getting more distracted from our conversation--and thankful we were at the kitchen table so I could discreetly hold myself...which I was doing with ever-increasing vigor. Simultaneously, however, I was beginning to grow almost frustrated. I strongly prefer to pee/wet in unconventional/exciting places, which often involves holding, but holding simply for the sake of holding doesn't do much for me. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I knew if I didn't call it quits and make a mad dash to the toilet then, I would end up with that awkward encounter I was hoping to avoid. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to pull it off. It felt as if I'd bust open and gush warm fluid everywhere if I so much as moved a single finger from my lady bits, where they were firmly planted. Screw it! I thought, We can laugh off my desperation. Wetting will be a lot harder to explain. Just as I was about to leap up and announce how urgently I needed to relieve myself and make a crazy sprint to the facilities, hand very visibly and firmly thrust into the crotch of my yoga pants, he stood up and said, "Hey, I'll be right back." NO! I wanted to scream, knowing full well he was headed for the bathroom I so desperately needed. Instead, I managed a half-hearted smile and began cursing profusely in my mind, urgently scanning the room for other options. As he turned away from the table, I began bouncing up and down and quivering, shamelessly holding myself, praying he wouldn't notice. He didn't. As I heard his footsteps growing fainter as he traipsed down the hall, I considered my options. Going outside would very seriously risk detection from a neighbor. The sink was a possibility, but with how badly I needed to go and how thin my walls are, I feared he would be able to hear my torrent barraging the metal, not to mention, if he happened out before I finished, explaining why my naked butt was up there would've been quite a challenge. As I heard him gently close the bathroom door behind him, I bolted up for the only option I saw, speeding across the room, barely able to move my legs, with my hand practically inside of me in attempt to plug my urethra, in what was probably the most awkward run ever. I removed my hand from my crotch long enough to rip my pants and panties down, scared to death I was going to leak all over the floor. Miraculously, I didn't. I flipped around fast enough to make my head spin, and hunched over, nearly sitting with my butt wedged between the leaves of the large potted plant I keep in the kitchen. Of all the places I've peed in my apartment, this was a first for the plant. My dissatisfaction in simply holding quickly bloomed into immense excitement as the first shot of pee ruptured from my nether region, pattered against the leaves, and cascaded into the soil, quickly pooling violently. I shut my eyes and breathed a silent, but immense sigh as my bladder began to find relief. Shortly after, I heard his pee begin tinkling into the toilet in the other room, heightening the experience. I hovered there, my rear shrouded by the fern, pee spitting out fervently, chills and excitement sending tremors through my frame. I was urinating so heavily that the soil couldn't soak it in quickly enough and the tinkling of fluid became audible. I quickly shifted my stance, successfully avoiding any spills. I grinned to myself ridiculously...until I heard him stop peeing. I felt like I was going to be there forever and I couldn't let him find me like this. I tried pushing harder, but I was already nearly going at full force. Then I heard the toilet flush. Then the sink turn on. I was getting pretty close, but I was afraid I wouldn't quite have enough time to finish, clean up, and--shoot. I began cursing under my breath as adrenaline shot through my body. I didn't bring anything to wipe with. The sink stopped and I was still trickling. I needed to think of something immediately. I awkwardly bent over while I was peeing and managed to reach my phone in my pocket. I suspected I may have shot a little pee out of the pot, but I didn't have time to check. As I heard him open the door, I frantically tried to reach my messenger app. Hallelujah. My chat with him was already open. Trembling, I shot him a text that simply said, "No," the only thing that came to mind, probably because I was thinking no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... I finally shot off the last few spurts of pee as I heard his phone ping and his footsteps stop. I resigned myself to wet panties, yanked my clothes up, and patted myself dry through my clothes as I heard him say, "Why did you send me, 'No'?" "What?" I said, my voice quivering. "Oh," A fake laugh, "I must've sent that to the wrong person." I quietly leapt to the sink and began washing my hands, sighing with relief that my long-shot plan worked. As he walked back into the room, I shot a quick glance back where I was just peeing. There was a visible wet spot in the dirt and some of the leaves were wet, but I didn't see any drops from when I thought I missed, and it wasn't particularly noticeable, overall. The only problem now was how badly I wanted to pleasure myself. I may or may not have played a little "down there" with my fingers once we resumed our places back at the table .
  9. female An Unexpected Audience

    Thank you for the support!! I plan to keep at it; I was just pretty shaken up for a few days. As time goes on, I'm almost a little glad it happened. It was pretty humiliating at first, but like you said, we probably won't meet again and it makes for an incredibly thrilling memory!
  10. female My First Urinal Attempt!!

    Hehe, I like to think I'm not the only gal who has tried this!! And it makes more sense that way...after all, it can't be that hard to aim as a guy, right? If you all ever get the chance to do it, I definitely encourage it! It's exhilarating!! Single-occupancy restrooms may be a safer option. Thank you!! That's my ultimate goal! My dream is to surprise a guy by peeing into a urinal next to him (without revealing my lady bits)! ...but I very seriously doubt that will ever actually happen I'll have to find some videos like that and study them to see if I can make it work! Thank you!! I've considered it, but I never want to deal with the mess I'd probably make on the floor, so I usually stick to practicing in my shower. I plan to do it some day though! It'd be great to be able to pee all that way, especially in dirty bathrooms. #PenisEnvy I don't have them saved at the moment, so I'll have to see if I can dig them up. If I can find them, I'll share them!
  11. female An Unexpected Audience

    Hey everyone!! ...so this is probably the most embarrassing moment of my entire life up to now. Looking back, I'm not sure whether I should be crazy turned-on or too ashamed to ever show my face in public again . At the moment, I'm feeling the "crazy turned-on" half, so I figured I'd share it before I get cold feet again because, if nothing else, it at least makes for a fun story! Paragraph 4 is where the pee action happens if you're not interested in the build up! It recently snowed a fair amount where I live. I'm personally not much of one for the cold, but I love being active too much to let a perfectly good day off go to waste, so I decided to hit the local trails and get a few miles in. Figuring I needed to stay well-hydrated anyway, I decided to reward my mental fortitude of bearing the cold with a fun wetting. About 30 minutes before I headed out for my run, I started downing enough water to be well-hydrated, but not enough to feel bloated or overloaded. Then, I headed over to my room to pick out what I wanted to soak. My customary wet run gear is a dark skirt so I can discreetly let the pee run down my thighs or fall between my legs without anyone knowing. With it being below freezing, however, there was no way I was going out in that. Instead, I opt for some tights. As I was digging through my drawer, it dawned on me: Nobody around here goes out in the snow. The trails will be totally deserted. I can wet whatever I want and it'll be no big deal! I tossed aside my dark tights and dug up a pair of light gray ones that I've never run in because they show sweat too easily. I've always wanted to do a super-visible "public" wetting, but have never found an opportunity to do so without a virtual guarantee of being caught. I grinned mischievously as I put them on and admired how they hugged my butt and thighs. Then I threw on a sports bra, a purple sweatshirt, and a cute purple headband to keep my ears warm. I took a glance at my watch, drank a little more water, and headed out! The frosty air hugged my skin even tighter than my pants. I shivered as I dashed to my car, careful not to slip on any ice that may be lying in wait. Proud of myself for not face-planting in the parking lot, I fumbled my keys into the ignition and drove off. The roads were a little slick, but not terrible--just enough to ensure practically nobody was out, just as I hoped. Within 20 minutes, I was pulling up to the trails. I couldn't quite get my car up the hill to the parking lot, so I parked next to the road and made the rest of the trek on foot. My bladder was just beginning to become vocal. Again, the chill of the air nipped at my body maliciously, but I shrugged it off, knowing that I would soon have my body heat to keep me comfortable...along with a little something warm between my legs . I look around for signs of anyone else. There were no cars and no tracks. As far as I could see, it was totally deserted. I felt a surge of excitement, which kickstarted me into a run. I ran out for about a mile and a half and turned back because, by then, I needed to pee--badly. I wanted to wet in the snow, but I didn't want to be out long enough for the urine to become unbearably cold. The trails were slippery and, in some areas, fairly tough to locate even though I know them well. This made my progress slow. By the time I made it back to the edge of the woods, I was nearly bursting. For the last 100 meters, I had my hand vehemently shoved into my crotch, as if I could plug the inevitable torrent of fluid. I was dancing up and down, side-to-side more than I was making progress forward when I cleared the woods. Every step and every bounce sent spasms through my body. I half expected to start gushing pee from my ears! My body was begging for relief, but I made it wait just long enough to step off of the trail head into some undisturbed snow. At that moment, I relaxed my muscles and, within seconds, the full might of the Amazon river was bursting into my panties! I moaned loudly and euphorically as my panties instantly became saturated, giving way for warm pee to gush into my gray tights. Rapidly, the groin of my pants turned a dark, crystalline gray. The patch magnified effortlessly and branches of urine shot every which way, soaking my legs in warm ecstasy. I spread my legs a little, allowing that which didn't cascade across my thighs to dribble directly beneath me, creating a little hole of discolored snow. I could feel hot fluid creeping up my butt, down my legs, and into my shoes, thawing out my frozen feet. I looked down and saw the mess expanding beautifully and incredibly visibly. I shivered with chills, my body struggling to reconcile the sensation of my nether regions with the frigid barrage of the wind on my face. The feeling was nearly orgasmic. I wanted to reach into my panties as the urine gushed out and finger myself, covering my hand in dripping goodness, when suddenly, "Oh my gosh, ma'am! Are you alright?!" the voice of a middle-aged man cried out from nowhere. I was so startled, I would've wet myself if I weren't already doing exactly that! I felt my heart plummet from my chest, totally bypass my stomach, and likely burst out of my urethra with all the urine. My hair stood on end and I felt a surge of adrenaline. I tried to cover myself--to hide--anything--but there was no hiding this. I was completely soaked below my waist and, thanks to my brilliant idea to wear light gray tights, very visibly so. Even if I could miraculously cover all of that, there was a rapidly growing spot of slightly yellow snow beneath me. I jerked around quickly and saw him, trudging up from the trail quickly, a look of concern on his face. I have no idea where he came from. I had seen no tracks and hadn't heard a single soul for my entire run. Overwhelmed with shame, I burst into tears, my eyes now irrigating my face almost as much as my urethra was irrigating my pants. The tears quickly turned bitter and cold. "Are you okay?! Should I call an ambulance?!" He approached me in sympathetic disbelief, fully taking in the sight of a 24-year-old girl, peeing herself and sobbing uncontrollably. I was full-force in mid-stream. There was nothing I could do but continue spurting pee into my tights and let it cascade down my legs. My face was burning red beneath the icy tears. I had no idea what to say. I choked and fumbled over every word that tried to spill out of my mouth as I wet myself in front of this complete stranger--a man no less. My panties stuck to my lady bits, but no longer to my pleasure. I finally, in very fragmented speech, managed to spit out something along the lines of, "I'm--fi--fine. I'm sor--ry," and, overwhelmed with embarrassment, found the strength to dash away. I heard him yelling something after me, but I couldn't make it out over the sound of my sobbing. I managed to mostly clamp off the flow of urine as I made my escape, letting only a couple of spurts out before I got to my car. I quickly finished emptying myself into my pants by the road before I dug my towel out of the trunk and drove away. Miraculously, in my trembling and tear-blurred state, I made it home safely, though I can't recall any of the trip until I pulled into my apartment parking lot and made a dash to my door. I burst inside and ran to the shower, where I cleaned up, terrified, crying, and shaking. I swore to myself I would never do any omorashi again...but obviously that wasn't meant to last. After a day or two, when the shock and fear finally wore off (and I felt confident I could show my face in public without encountering him again), the omo desires began to return. With them, the shame of this experience turned into a confused hybrid of exhilaration and embarrassment. As time goes on, I still get a surge of adrenaline every time I remember this...and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make "petting the kitty" infinitely more satisfying. Despite the shame, finally getting caught was amazingly exciting!
  12. Ladies and Urinals

    Your timing is uncanny!! I literally just tried it for the first time and wrote a story on it!
  13. female My First Urinal Attempt!!

    Heyyy everyone!!! It feels like it's been ages since I've written anything, but to make up for it, I have my crowning pee achievement so far!! I FINALLY ATTEMPTED A URINAL!!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it (though I hope it's a bit less messy for you )!! Now that I've proofread everything, I recognize I may have gotten a little carried away in my excitement and may have written a little too much! If you're just here for the pee and don't want the background/buildup, skip right to paragraphs 8 and 9! So, it was my birthday yesterday (technically, since it's the wee hours of the morning now) and I decided I was going to do something really awesome to celebrate the big 2.4. As it turns out, the surrounding circumstances were perfect. My parents live in another city pretty far away, but they like to have everybody back home for the holidays, which works out really nicely because I, in turn, get to have everybody around when I celebrate growing older. They don't have a super big place, but they invite a bunch of us, so many end up in a nearby hotel. I could've taken my childhood room, of course, but I like to have my own space at the end of the day (and who doesn't want free room service?), so I opted for the hotel and let someone else have my old room. It was a full night of celebration with family, which was nice, but I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to do something...taboo...afterward, so I drank tons of water for the last few hours. Toward the end, I was going to the bathroom so much that my sister teased me, saying I must have a UTI or something. Little did she know what was really going on . To cut to the chase, it was about 1AM when we all went our separate ways to turn in for the night. Everybody else who was staying at the hotel had gone back around 11 to go to bed, so I didn't have to worry about an awkward encounter with a family member. I peed, like a normal good girl, in the toilet before I headed out, then hopped into my car and drove to the hotel, about 15 minutes away. A few nights before, I scouted the place out to see what opportunities may be available. I was in luck. In a wing off of the lobby, there was a small bar/recreation room tucked away. It wasn't particularly crowded even during the day, so at night, it was always totally deserted. Drinks always equate to urination, so there were two nearby bathrooms: A women's room and, more importantly, a men's room. I was already surging with excitement by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and dropped them. When I leaned over the pick them up, I noted that my hands were trembling as a result of both the cold and my adrenaline. I drank sufficiently enough to have a mild urge to pee from just the brief trip over, but I wanted to let it build a bit before committing. First, I went up to my room and dropped off all of my things. The corridors were, thankfully, totally vacant. Everything was going perfectly. Afterward, I snuck around the hotel to ensure the cleaning crew wasn't going to be an issue. The only people I saw were the employees at the front desk in the lobby. These activities managed to burn through another 10 or so minutes, so I definitely had to go now. I dashed to the recreation center with a ridiculous grin on my face. There it was. I froze and stared at the door to the men's room for a brief moment, still smiling stupidly. I'm really glad nobody walked in at that moment because it probably would've been pretty creepy! With a final glance around I charged at the door, half expecting it to be locked because everything else had gone so smoothly. To my delight, it wasn't! It's a weirdly surreal feeling to be in the restroom of the opposite sex. On one hand, you know it's just four walls with some porcelain fixtures and it shouldn't be a big deal. On the other hand, it's amazing to rebel against the social behavior that has been drilled into you your entire life. The door shut quietly behind me and I soaked in what was before me as if I were looking at a beautiful sunset rather than some appliances intended to collect urine. Maybe this description is a bit extreme, but to be fair, it was at least much cleaner than the other men's room I visited before . There were two stalls, two sinks, and two urinals. My options certainly were open, but anybody can pee in a stall or into sink on any day. I was here for the urinals, but an unexpected choice presented itself: The tall one or the short one? Before picking one, I checked to see if I could lock the door, just as an extra precaution. Unfortunately, I couldn't, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. My bladder was becoming quite vocal and I was about to relieve it into one of these urinals. I probably put too much consideration into which urinal to use, but I wanted to make sure my "first time" was just right . With my jeans still in place, I stood in front of each one and put my crotch over the protruding lip, contemplating. Despite having practiced hundreds of times in the shower, I had no idea what I was doing--even setting aside the fact that my later practice runs were a moderate success at best. Undeterred, I finally picked the taller one, figuring it would be easier to align myself and that there was less distance for something to go terribly wrong. My hands were shaking as I undid my jeans. I clearly wasn't going to be a marksman tonight. I slid my pants and panties down below my knees, baring my butt toward the rest of the bathroom. How awkward would it be for someone to walk in now? I thought, but quickly dismissed. I spread my legs a little and put my lady bits over the lip of the urinal, trying to gauge just how to manage this. This isn't going to work. I crouched in front of the urinal to undo my shoes so I could full remove my pants and panties. Wearing nothing but socks from my waist down, I clumsily traipsed across the men's room, praying nobody would walk in as I flashed my vulva all around, and put my clothes onto the counter by the sinks. I returned to the urinal for my second aiming attempt. I really had to go now. I huddled as closely as I could to the urinal, spread my legs a bit more, and thrust my hips forward, being extra careful not to come into contact with the porcelain. This awkward position only emphasized my trembling. I tried a few other positions including propping my leg up on the privacy divider and approaching it from an angle, but nothing really seemed fail-proof. Knowing I needed to pick before either my bladder decided for me or somebody walked in on this insanity (or worse, both), I opted for spread legs and forward hips. I've seen pictures and videos of superwomen who are able to pee practically like a guy, but I figured round 1 wasn't going to be quite that graceful for me. With my legs spread unnaturally widely, my hips thrust uncomfortably far forward, and my whole body trembling, I moved my hands to my lady bits. Using both hands, I delicately spread my labia, hoping to clear the path of any obstruction. Without being able to see down there, however, I had no clue what I was doing. "Well, here goes," I muttered to myself and bit my lip. Nothing happened. Despite having to pee really badly and applying pressure to my muscles below, I couldn't even produce a drop. If I have to stand here until my bladder gives in to fatigue, I don't care. I am going to use this urinal! I stood there for what felt like hours, listening to the ticking of my watch shatter the silence every second. My legs were getting sore from being in such a strange position, but finally, a jolt of pee spat into my target! I giggled loudly like a little girl before remembering where I was and shutting up. It was only a brief spurt, but it was enough to get things moving. Before long, it was spurt after spurt and, at last, a steady stream. I was amazed at myself! It was ridiculous, but glorious! Here I was, AT LAST, totally butt-naked from the waist down, with the exception of my socks, totally exposed, in the middle of the men's room, my hips pushed forward, with my urethra shooting pee into a URINAL!! I couldn't see what was happening below, but it seemed to be working! Warm, clear urine cascaded from between my legs and spattered satisfyingly into the fixture below. This urinal was tall enough that I felt a warm mist deflecting back up onto my hands and crotch, but I was too afraid to adjust (guys, do you ever experience this?). It wasn't perfect, of course. The occasional drop would dribble onto one of my thighs and my fingers were dampened every now and then, but I was too engrossed in what I was accomplishing to care. It wasn't long, however, before my trembling and muscle fatigue began to get the best of me. What was the occasional stray drop quickly became the occasional stray spurt. Regardless, I was extremely proud of myself for attempt #1. That is, until I heard a noise behind me. I was so enthralled, I forgot I was in a position of potential immense embarrassment. I immediately shot my head around to see who was there. This, of course, threw off everything down below. My "aim" went awry and one of my fingers slipped, causing my urine flow to become obstructed. At this stage in the game, there was no stopping the train of urine now cascading rapidly down my legs, drenching my socks, and pooling onto the once-clean floor. So many things were happening at once, I nearly lost track. In the brief second I glanced behind me, I noted that there was nobody there...the sound I'd heard was a creak of the building. I literally just peed all over myself because the building was settling . With relief on that account, I diverted back to the new disaster: remedying the mess between my legs. Honestly, there was no point. The damage was done and I might as well have finished urinating all over myself, but in the spur of the moment, I wanted to fix it. I quickly pulled back my labia again, this time soaking my hands pretty thoroughly and splattering fluid all over both the interior and exterior of the urinal. After a brief struggle and a big mess, I finally managed to regain control for the last few seconds of stream, proudly finishing up with a few solid spurts straight into the urinal...as my legs glistened with evidence of my failure. My heart was pounding tremendously. I surveyed the disaster. When I finally took it all in, I laughed hysterically and probably physically glowed with pride. I glanced around for paper towels to begin cleaning myself up. Shoot. They didn't have any. After probably half a roll of toilet paper, I was dry. I made my way back to the sink where my clothes were, my head practically divided into two with a smile. Before grabbing my clothes, I stepped back far enough to see down to my knees in the mirror. I relished in seeing female anatomy in such proximity to a urinal (it never gets old!). For good measure, figuring a little more mess wouldn't make a big difference, I spread my legs and let out another spurt of pee--what had managed to collect in the few minutes I used to clean up--onto the floor. It was funny to see it from a third person perspective. I wiped myself dry again, washed my hands (as if it made a difference with my lower half having been totally soaked in bladder juices moments before), and begrudgingly donned my clothes, sans socks. Not wanting to leave the site of my triumph, I paced back to the urinal for one last look. There was a lot of urine beneath it and the outer side of the lip was splattered with pee. It looked like some drunk guy didn't even try to hit the mark. I quivered with excitement and finally departed, not encountering a single soul on my journey back to my room. I was unbelievably turned on. I wanted to pee all over everything and pleasure myself like there was no tomorrow, but I saved it until I got a warm bath ready, in which I alternated between masturbating and peeing directly in the water whenever I accrued anything in my bladder. I, of course, showered after to get properly cleaned, and then immediately came to my computer to write this up. I hope you all enjoyed it!!! I can still hardly believe I FINALLY DID IT!!!!!
  14. female The Inevitable Movie Urge

    Sounds like it ended up working out okay in the end at least!
  15. female This Isn't Pool Water

    Ahh, that makes sense. Thanks for the insight!!