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(Welp guess who decided to write their own story. Yep. Me. This is definitely not gonna turn out badly. Anyway, here's a little backstory stuff before the actual story begins. So enjoy my half-assed attempt at a story and my google translated mess.) For 69 years, The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics endured. When the Soviet Union was dissolved in 1991, it was broken up into fifteen independent nations: Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Georgia, Moldova, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus, and the largest of the former republics, Russia. There was, however an unofficial sixteenth republic, a tiny island off the coast of Kaliningrad, in the Baltic sea. It was known as Pisuaria, and it was quite a peculiar little place. It is one of the only, if not the only country in the world, where sexuality is not only celebrated, but urination as well. Their culture of what some people describe as "Omorashi" dates back nearly 700 years. the Bolshevik revolution of 1917, all of the old laws regarding sexuality were overturned, ending the old Tsarist order. However this did not last long, as Josef Stalin would recriminalize homosexuality in 1933. Pisuaria, which kept homosexuality legal in defiance of Stalin's law, was left alone, since they were so small and insignificant, not to mention reclusive. Even after the fall of the Red Titan at the end of the 20th century, the Soviet spirit still lives on in Pisuariya. Led by their Premier Yuri Nariya, the Pisuarian people enjoy a life of lewdness. CHAPTER 1: Alice Alice had only heard rumors about the mysterious island. People who probably have never set foot in Pisuaria make up tales of men and women not using public toilets out of fear of retribution from their ruthless dictator. Others give more of a positive view on it, telling about a dreamland where you can walk around nude in broad daylight, marry whoever you want (or however many people you want), and pee wherever your heart, or bladder, desires. Alice decided that she would find out herself what Pisuarian life really was like. It was a long trip, 10 hours on a plane from New York to Kaliningrad, and an additional hour and a half from the Kaliningrad harbor to the coast of Pisuaria, but she finally made it. However, she regrets accepting the complimentary large soda the Pisuarian ferry gave all of the passengers for some reason. She couldn't fathom why, but she didn't care right now. Right now, her bladder cried out for relief. Signs in Russian and Lithuanian greet the passengers coming off the docks, "Добро пожаловать в Советскую Социалистическую Республику Писуария!" "Sveiki atvykę į Tarybų Socialistinę Respubliką Pisuariya!" "Welcome to the Soviet Socialist Republic of Pisuaria," they all said. Alice steps off the boat and heads to customs, where she will soon be admitted into the land of secrets. A male customs guard, looks to be in his late 20s, stops Alice and asks for her passport. Hopping from one foot to the other, she obliges, desperate to find a bathroom. It takes them a few minutes to check her passport, but she couldn't wait a few more seconds. "Excuse me, sir," she asked, "Do you mind hurrying it up? I really need to use the restroom!" The guard looks at another guard and then chuckles. "Bathroom? Sure. There's one over there, and there, hell, the whole COUNTRY is a bathroom!" The guard seemed amuse by his little joke, Alice however was not. "I'm not joking, I'm about to pee myself. Please, I'm begging you, point me to a restroom!" The guard tells his coworker to stay there and finish checking her passport, and he escorts Alice to the bathroom. Then suddenly the strangest thing happened. Alice noticed that he was following her into the bathroom. "Uh, thank you, I can find my way from here." The guard replies, "I'm sure you can, but to be quite honest, I need to piss too." Alice concedes, hoping to just get it over with. She rushes into a vacant stall and shuts the door behind her. She pulls down her panties, lifts her skirt, and sits down on the toilet before letting out a forceful gush of piss. Alice lets out a moan of relief that could most definitely be heard by the guard, but she didn't care. She was in heaven right now. She peed for what felt like an eternity before she finished. As she wiped herself dry and pulled up her panties, she exited the stall to see a sight that no one would have believed if she told them. The guard was standing in front of the sink, his penis in hand, letting out a golden stream into the sink. Alice asks the man "What are you doing?!" He replies "I'm relieving myself. What does it look like?" "In the SINK???" "Oh, come on, it drains to the same place those toilets do," he says. "You know," he adds, "we Pisuarians are an open minded people, not like the rest of the world." He finishes pissing and zips up, "You'll find our way of life much more...liberating." Alice pondered for a moment, could it really be that the people here don't use public restrooms that often because they don't have the same stigma around public urination as other countries do? She had so many questions, but she decided to ask the most important one at the moment, "I forgot to ask, what is your name?" The man replies "Dimitri, pleased to meet you, eh..." "Alice," she says, "Pleased to meet you too, Dimitri." And that was the moment Alice knew she was in for an interesting trip.

Hey so I've been thinking a bit more on this lately- Any of you guys ever feel the intense desire to experience peeing as a different sex? Like, biologically? Because there are some significant differences. Some are obvious, but others, less obvious, as I've learned through the years. We have physical differences that mean we can pee in different ways, but there are also so many other interesting things to consider to. So to start on a personal note, when I was a kid I was always really jealous of boys because I wanted so badly to be able to pee in a way that seemed so much more free than what I could do. I wanted to not have to pull my pants completely down, to be able to control my stream, to pee through small openings in emergency situations- (e.g. a bottle if I'm in a car on a freeway, or out a window because I'm stuck in a room for some reason, etc.)- or just for fun even, let's be real. I wanted to do so many things my anatomy just wasn't capable of but I couldn't and it bothered me. It wasn't until I entered adulthood that I realised this was mostly due to having a pee fetish. As a teenager, I did actually teach myself to pee standing. It still had its obvious limitations and took some time to master but it was GREAT- have not done it in a while though I will admit so I would probably mess it up if I tried now- and I have some experience with STPs- also great, but again, there are limitations. Even with all this, I do still find myself wishing I could experience peeing with an actual penis- I also wish I could experience cumming with a penis though too sometimes (no where near as badly though)- I have a hard time achieving orgasm and didn't have my first until I was 21- I feel it would be a bit easier it I had a dick sometimes haha- but I could very well be wrong about that 😅 don't get me wrong though, I do love my vagina and its surrounding areas. There are definitely some advantages there 😅 but speaking of, anyone also curious about climaxing as a different sex? I'm sure at least some of you are! Haha Anyway, I think its quite common to be curious about how it feels to pee as the opposite biological sex, even for those not into pee like all of us here, and I do remember doing some reading a few years ago that actually explained that the physical sensation of needing to pee differed between male and female bodies. The difference is apparently only slight, but I find that super interesting! And it just makes me more curious. But I also wonder, what is it like for people who don't fall into the category of male or female? Is the sensation for biologically intersex people different at all? Like, somewhere in between? There is a lot of variation in what is considered intersex so I imagine it would vary with the people depending on, I'm guessing, external genitalia, but I could be wrong. Its also interesting that even outside of our biological differences, there are different social expectations for different genders, and this differs in different cultures, as does how we physically position ourselves to do it. This is also something that- as I only know second hand through research and talking to friends- greatly effects transgender people. I can't claim to experience their experiences first hand at all as I'm not trans, but I've listened to several trans men, women and nb people talk about their experiences when it comes to peeing. There are a lot of things they are often made to think about that us cis people tend to take for granted, even those of us like us who think about peeing A LOT. So yeah, I know I dragged on a bit, but how curious are you guys about experiencing the physical differences? Or what about the social? And does anyone else have any interesting stories on being intensely curious or super jealous over it, like how as a kid I was jealous of boys?

I have had the tail of a dragon costume lying around for years, so I thought I could try being a dragon. Dragons can be pretty wild, so I thought a dragon would just whip their cock out and let it flow. There wasn't much to let out though. I might need to drink more water 😳 pp-dragon.mp4 This is more of an experiment with a new character than a finished product, but now that the clip exists it would feel weird not to share.

Hello there ladies, male-loving gentlemen and everyone in between 🙂 I'm interested in your preferences concerning the foreskin or lack thereof, and your thoughts on circumcision in general. This is a huge and very personal topic for me, not only because I'm really into foreskin and phimosis (that means a too tight foreskin, in case you didn't know), to the extent that I consider it my second fetish actually. While I like dicks no matter what, cut or uncut, I can't deny the fact that uncut ones just turn me on a lot more, especially when there is a lot of foreskin and the glans is covered at all times. However, it's also a very personal issue for me and a major contributing factor towards my severe depressions. Let me elaborate and please bear with me for a moment. I myself was circumcized at age four because of a phimosis that was constantly inflamed and sore. It wasn't my choice, it was my mother's decision. And I hate the fact that she decided this way. I consider my little friend ugly because of it, there is almost no more skin left to cover what nature intended to be covered, there is instead a hideous scar on the back of my glans where the frenulum used to be, and the only type of underwear I can actually wear are tight boxerbriefs. Whenever I'm wearing other, wider kinds of underwear, my glans keeps rubbing against the fabric with every single step I take and movement I make, and this causes a lot of pain. In fact, any touch on my glans is painful, except for when what little rest of my foreskin is left is sliding over it. Because all of my sexual partners so far have been uncut - as is the norm over here in Germany/Europe - they didn't know how to handle my dick correctly and caused me more often than not unintentionally lots of pain during sex, whether it be oral or by hand. Every time this happens, it sucks all of the fun out of the experience for me, I have to clarify what to do and how to do it, I have to ensure that it's okay and that it can happen, and it takes a lot of time and effort to get me back into the mood. Of course I'm not mad at the guys, it really is okay and can happen, it just doesn't help with the huge amount of envy I feel. I'm envious of every uncut guy because they don't need to worry about any of these issues, because they actually have a choice when peeing whether or not they retract their foreskin and because they can still have their foreskin removed if they so happen to dislike it. Reversing a circumcision is impossible, the tissue on the inside of the foreskin is too specialized to be replaced by anything. There is only the possibility to make it look as if you were uncut, the actual natural state of the penis however is irreversibly destroyed with a circumcision. And that's the fact I struggle with the most. Nobody asked me if I wanted this or not, nobody talked to me about the consequences it would have, and while I love my mother and we're very very close to one another, I can't forgive her for deciding on the removal of my foreskin. On days where my depressions are especially bad, my whole mind is preoccupied with this topic and it annoys me to no end. Whenever I come across a guy on the streets or inside public transit, the very first thing I immediately think is "Lucky you for not being cut", without even knowing if he's actually uncut or not. I just assume he is and immediately my depressions kick in and a mixture of anger, self-hatred, envy and sadness fills my stomach. Heck, it's not even necessary to come across a real person. If I'm listening to a song by a male artist, reading a book by a male author, looking at a picture, playing as a male figure in a video game and so on, the thoughts start blaring in my head. My biggest wish is to reverse time and make this single god-damn day over 20 years ago undone, and to grow up uncircumcized. If I was in charge of things, circumcision would be considered illegal mutilation of the body, this includes circumcision for religious reasons. You'd have to sign a waiver and be made aware of the consequences if you wanted to absolutely get cut and thus make sure that you're in consent with the removal of your foreskin. *sigh* I'm really sorry. You're probably wondering why on earth this is such a huge deal for me, and I honestly have no answer. While it certainly isn't the only reason for my depressions, it is one of if not the single largest one, a scar so deep it may never completely heal. I have heard enough comments along the lines of "Oh come on, it's not so bad, you're just being overly dramatic", and you likely also can't understand why I feel this way, but here we are. At least I tried explaining. So, once again: What are your preferences? What do you think about circumcision, do you support it or feel similarly to me? I'd love to hear your thoughts and discuss with you 🙂