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  1. liesjeversteven

    Girl peeing in a urinal

    Hi. I found this short POV video of a girl peeing in a urinal, facing it. i liked it, so I thought some of you might too. Warning, ladybits visible (OMG!) Love Liesje BonyLastingKilldeer.webm
  2. EtchyFox

    Audition

    Version 1.0.1

    Hello and thank you for considering downloading Lucky's first adventure! This game follows Lucky through her practical examination into the best Magiacademy in the nation. It's full of puzzles, dialog and a very wet and unLucky kitty. The game has a single run play through time of roughly 1:20, however it is literally impossible to see everything in one run through. Features: 1 Adorably shy and sassy catgirl~ 21 Achievements Hundreds of lines of dialog So many puzzles... Loads of desperation reactive scenarios~ 3 after credits scenes~ I hope you all can treat yourselves to this game for roughly the price of a large candy bar! Good luck and...try to be nice to Lucky... She is sensitive... Go here if you want to get to know the character a bit before purchasing the game! For those interested in following the sequel as it develops please go here!

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  3. ding.xioping

    Impromptu Hold Yesterday

    Thought I would share my experience yesterday. I wasn't exceptionally hungry, so with my stomach empty, I decided around noon to do a hold. I had a 32oz tumbler full of water just to get things hydrated, and followed up with 4 cans of canned tea and soda in the next couple of hours. I could definitely feel the strong urge to go at 2:30. My wife messaged me and said she wanted to go to a local pub for dinner, so I left work about 4 to go pick her up. I NEEDED to pee at that point. But I am dedicated to my craft....so I get her to the pub and I immediately order a large IPA. It was difficult to drink it on a full bladder, but I got it down. About halfway through the meal, I couldn't hold it without embarrassing myself in public, so I excused myself to the men's room. Standing up out of the booth was torture. The heat and pain in my bladder started stretching up and down my torso, and with every step, I felt like I might dribble. But I made it to the men's room. Fortunately, there weren't many other patrons, so I had it to myself. I was kinda buzzed, so I fumbled a bit getting my zipper down. Since I find this thing arousing, my cock sprang from my underwear, once I got the access port aligned correctly. I'm not cut, so when I really need to pee, it heightens the experience if I roll my foreskin back. So I did, just as I lost control. A hard, clear stream erupted from me, blasting the urinal. It was one of those circular kinds, and it was mounted kind of low. So I had to be mindful not to lean back into this blessed experience of relief too much, lest I spray some outside of the target. So I just put my hand on the wall above the urinal, and bent forward, so the stream of piss would gurgle in the bottom of the urinal. I literally peed for over a minute. Enjoyed every single microsecond of it. Towards the end, I used my Kegel muscles to spurt the last few drops from my bladder and took a deep, relaxed breath for the first time in over 4 hours....
  4. Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
  5. PeerPressure

    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!!!!!
  6. The Ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom,Princess Peach,Was travelling in Bowser's Kingdom with her hero,Mario. After being saved by Mario from Bowser's wedding,she decided to go on a vacation with Mario and explore different kingdoms. Right now,She was in front of a restaurant drinking some tea while watching the fireworks. Peach had to admit,Despite the kingdom being themed around her enemy,It looked very beautiful. Peach looked beside her and saw Mario looking at the fireworks as well. He briefly looked at Peach and smiled. Peach smiled back with a blush on her face. After finishing her tea,She brought the cup back to the restaurant and payed. Then she exited the restaurant,where Mario was waiting for her. "So Mario,Where should we head next?" Peach asked. Mario turned around and pointed at a park. Peach smiled and grabbed Mario's hand as they started heading towards the park. Once they entered the park,they stopped at a pond where some Koi Fish resided. Mario and Peach stopped to stare at the pond with smiles on their faces. However,the smile on Peach's face slowly disappeared as she stared at the water. The tea she drank earlier filled her bladder faster than she expected. While Mario was staring at the pond,Peach looked around. She then saw a Festival up ahead. "Hey,Mario?" Mario took his eyes off the pond and looked at the princess. "How about we go to that festival over there?" the Princess said as she pointed at the festival. Mario gave peach a thumbs up and grabbed her hand. Peach and Mario made their way to the festival while Peach smiled nervously. She hoped there would be a couple of Toilets there. Once they arrived there,Mario looked around and saw some games. Peach however,was looking for a toilet rather than a game. Her search was briefly interrupted when Mario tapped her shoulder. Mario pointed a Water Gun game. "Uh,S-Sure. We can play that." Peach said hesitantly. Mario and Peach headed to the game. While Mario was paying to play the game,Peach kept looking around for a Toilet. She then saw a Portable Toilet there. Unfortunately,she also saw a huge line-up in front of it. Peach sighed and turned back to Mario,who was busy shooting some targets with a water gun. All the squirting only reminder her off how badly she needed to go. Peach her hands between her legs and looked around again. "(That can't be the only toilet on this festival..)" Peach thought. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Mario trying to get her attention. Peach saw his score and giggled. "Nice Job,Mario!" Mario gave her a thumbs up and looked for a prize for Peach. After finding a price,They continued to walk around the festival. With Peach's urge to use the bathroom increasing slowly. While they walked,Peach saw another portable toilet. Peach took a couple of steps towards it,until she saw a sign on it that said out of order. Peach whined and bounced one the spot. She quickly stopped when she heard Mario calling for her. "Oh,Uh...I'm fine Mario!" Peach said as she continued walking. Whenever Mario wasn't looking,she would place her hands between her legs. She was reaching her limit and she didn't have the courage to tell Mario she needed to relief herself. Her thoughts were once again interrupted when she heard a couple of footsteps. The very second she looked up,a Hammer Bro bumped into her and Mario,knocking both of them over. The impact caused her to leak a little. She quickly placed a hand between her legs to regain control of herself. However,she was quickly grabbed by the Hammer Bro. "H-Huh! H-Hey! Let go off me!" The Hammer Bro then ran away while dragging her with him. Mario quickly got up and started chasing the Hammer Bro. Because she couldn't keep her hand between her legs,Peach was having trouble holding it in. Mario was about to catch up,when two other Hammer Bros landed in front of him and stopped him. The Hammer Bro kept running until they were out of Mario's sight. Peach tried to break free from the Bros grasp,but her bladder was making it difficult. Peach then came up with an idea. She quickly bashed the Hammer Bro with her hip. An explosion of hearts then knocked away the Hammer Bro. However,the impact caused Peach to let out another spurt. Peach quickly placed her hands back between her legs and did a potty dance. She started running around and looking around. "(I'm at my limit! i need to go now!)" Peach thought to herself as she frantically looked around. She started running forward while looking for a toilet. Luckily,She saw another Portable Toilet and this one didn't have any lines,nor did it seem to be out of order. Peach sighed with relief,causing her to let out another spurt. She quickly tightened her grip on her lower region and looked around. With Mario nowhere to be seen,She made a mad dash towards the toilet while keeping her hands between her legs. Once she made it to the Toilet,she quickly banged the door shut and faced the toilet. She saw a Japanese Styled toilet. Without a second thought,She lifted her Kimono and janked down her panties. The very second she squatted,Her floodgates opened and a stream escaped,Causing peach to moan. She then continued to Pee while letting out anothe relieved sigh. The only thing she could hear was her moans and the sound of her urine making contact with the Japanese Styled toilet. After what seemed like half a minute,her stream weakened. Peach let out a couple of drops and sighed. She then grabbed some toilet paper and wiped between her legs. She also wiped her slightly wet panties and threw away the paper. She pulled up her panties and pulled her kimono back down. She then exited the Toilet and let out one final sigh. With a smile,she started walking around and looking for Mario. Luckily,her search didn't last long as she saw Mario running up to her. Opened her arms and hugged him. "I'm happy to see you again,Mario!" Peach let go off Mario and kissed him on the nose. "C'mon. Let's see what else the festival has to offer." Peach smiled as she grabbed Mario's hand.
  7. Jimmy Olsen

    The Fairer Sex

    Another one from the vault. Mako walked into the restroom with as much confidence as she'd enter any room. Her first glance was at the row of toilet stalls. All three were occupied. "Damn," she said under her breath. She would have preferred it not come to this, but she'd known perfectly well it might, and was up to the task. With undiminished confidence, she leisurely cut a diagonal path across the square-tiled room and snatched at the paper towel dispenser, which surrendered her two jagged-edged rectangles with a deep rumble. Clutching the coffee-colored paper in her hand like a mouse in the talons of a hawk, she casually strolled up to the row of urinals, taking her place right between two that were presently occupied. The young user of the fixture on her left shifted his position shyly, giving himself more woman-free personal space, then tried to continue with his business, all while keeping his gaze off Mako and pretending that he hadn't noticed her. The reaction on the right was more overt. The man using that urinal jerked in surprise when he saw the appealingly-dressed woman walking up next to him. He quickly cut off his stream, and zipped up his fly after everything was tucked away. "Don't be ashamed," Mako said, shooting him a cocky smile. "It's not that small." He stood there, his face bubbling with several emotions, but he was obviously unsure how to express them to this stranger in this strange situation. Mako looked at the device she was about to make use of. She had seen a few urinals in her life, but had never paid much attention to them, since she'd never had to use one. It was a smooth, roughly rectangular piece of dull white ceramic. It began about two and a half feet off the floor with a trough that looked like the bleached mandible of a parrot. A vertical hood went up either side for about two feet until they met a horizontal mantle that proudly displayed the company logo and served as the foundation for a piece of corroded plumbing, shaped almost like an old fashioned pump, where the flush handle was located and where the source of the water for flushing met the porcelain fixture. As she sized it up, she spoke to her fellow restroom-users. "Well? Isn't anybody gonna ask what I'm doing here?" "This is the men's room, you..." "Yeah, I know what room this is," Mako said. "The urinals and penises clued me in." Having determined how to deal with a urine receptacle designed for a man, she spun around and prepared to relieve herself. "The line to the ladies' room is a mile long," she continued, "and I've got better things to do with my time than wait for a piss." "You can't just barge in here!" Mako zeroed in on the man's face with an intimidating glare. "I can do whatever I want, so far as there's nobody to force me not to." Without taking her eyes off him, she reached up into her skirt to pull her panties down to the bottom of her thighs. "I don't need any man to tell me what I am or am not permitted to do." She hiked her skirt up and thrust her bottom in the direction of the urinal, showing no modesty. "If you want a woman to act humble and meek at the sound of your voice, then go pay for a hooker." Without a word, the man left the room. "I hope he isn't employed here, because he didn't wash his hands," Mako quipped as she let loose on the urinal like a sandblaster on a wall. The other person at a urinal, who was still having some trouble completing his business, smiled nervously at this. The next thing that came out of Mako's mouth was an uninhibited moan of pleasure. For a few moments it looked like the woman was connected to the urinal by a rope of translucent yellow. The force of the evacuation caused her muscular thighs to become adorned with glistening droplets as some of her output ricocheted off the back of the urinal. Her impatient bladder was forcing so many milliliters out per second that her session with the device of male convenience was short. The almost solid-looking stream thinned out and bent downward, like water from a drinking fountain when pressure it taken off the button. Mako cut it off when it started to splatter on the floor. Then she wiped herself with the paper towels she'd taken. They were much more coarse than toilet paper, and her face betrayed a slight look of discomfort when she raked one of them across the most sensitive part of her body. She did the rest of the wiping much more gently. She kept the moist paper between two fingers on her left hand as she pulled up her panties and pushed down the handle to wash away her golden offerings to the porcelain god. She tossed it in the wastebasket on her way to the sinks. As Mako went to wash her hands, she again brushed elbows with the young man who'd used the urinal to her left. It was impossible for her not to notice the large, pointed bulge in his pants. "Enjoy the show?" she asked. "I...I wasn't looking." Once her hands were cleaned and dried by more of the brown paper towels, she pushed her way out the door, and relished the looks of surprise she got when she walked out of the men's room.
  8. AquaticGoddess

    Female Urinal Discussion

    So, the homepage of Wikipedia had an interesting article today (at least for us omorashi folk) about female urinals. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_urinal I was wondering what your guys thoughts were.... Would you use one? Do you think they would be good in public restrooms? Have any of you guys seen/used one? Just curious, it's always been a fantasy of mine to use a urinal but never been brave enough being a girl that a) I wouldn't get caught and b) I wouldn't just pee over myself and not in the urinal. The concept of a female urinal seems like a fabulous compromise. I don't know, maybe it would take some of the excitement away of doing something you're not meant to do...hmmm.... thoughts?
  9. 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!!!
  10. Author's note: The following fanfiction is based off the manga Nana to Kaoru. It is known for it's soft core S&M although that is not all it is. It is also a romanctic comedy/drama. It was midfall as two high school students made their way home. One of them was Nana Chigusa. She was the vice president of the student council, member of the track team, a top scoring student, and a total knockout. Walking in front of her was her childhood friend Kaoru Sugimura. He lived in the apartment next to hers. Unlike Nana, Kaoru was a mediocre student with about average looks and was thought of as a creep and a pervert. In fact, many of the girls referred to him as Creepymura. This was due to the fact that Kaoru frequented an adult store and purchased all sorts of S&M paraphernalia. Just one look at the two of them and one would wonder why someone as popular as Nana would waste her time with a loser like Kaoru. Of course what nobody knew was that the two of them shared a secret. As it so happens, being on the student council, the track team, and maintaining good grades can be stressful. By accident or a twist of fate, Nana discovered a way to relax through breathers. While some people relax by reading, playing video games, etc., Nana found relaxation in performing soft-core S&M scenarios with Kaoru as the Dom and herself as the sub. “Hey Kaoru,” began Nana as she contemplated how to bring up the breathers. “What is it?” asked Kaoru without looking back at her. “I was just thinking that it’s been a while since our last breather,” she replied, her cheeks turning slightly red. “And your point?” questioned Kaoru in a cold tone. In truth, he was actually happy that she had brought it up. He had a new scenario that he had wanted to try but was too nervous to bring it up. After all, he didn’t want the girl he loved to know just how excited he was that not only got to explore his fetish with her but also that the breathers gave him a chance to see a side of her that nobody else would ever see. While the two of them weren’t together in the romantic sense, when they were performing the breathers Nana belonged to him alone. “I was just stating a fact is all,” muttered Nana. While she had asked him for breathers countless times, it never got easier. “I see,” replied Kaoru. If he didn’t do something and fast, he was going to miss out on a chance to perform a breather with her. Kaoru stopped and turned around, a sly expression etching its way across his face. “Are you asking for one?” “Not really,” lied Nana as she tried to avoid eye contact. “I thought that maybe you were going to ask me to do one soon.” Suddenly Kaoru began chuckling. It was a little dark and unsettling. She watched as he moved closer to her. Despite Kaoru being a couple inches shorter than her, in times like these he almost seemed bigger. “Why are you laughing?” “Nana, Nana, Nana,” Kaoru smiled wickedly. “These breathers are for you not for me. If you want one, then you need to tell me, otherwise we can’t do them. Now tell me, do you want to do a breather or not?” “Maybe,” mumbled Nana as she began to bite her lip. Her cheeks were growing a darker shade of red with each passing second. “Come on now Nana, tell me what you want. Admit that you’re a pervert who can only relax by participating in S&M.” “KAORU YOU IDIOT!” she screamed. “There is no way I can say that!” “Well that’s a shame,” replied Kaoru as he turned his back to her. As he did, he took one last look at her face. He could see a glimpse of desperation in her eyes. All she needed was one more push. “I guess you don’t want a breather after all.” Kaoru took a couple steps forward. Suddenly he felt something tug on the sleeve of his jacket. He turned his head. Sure enough, Nana was holding onto his sleeve. Her entire face was beet red and her breathing had become almost erotic. She would not make eye contact with him. “I want a breather,” she mumbled. “Then what do you say?” smirked Kaoru. “I won’t say it!” shouted Nana. “Fine,” said Kaoru. “I won’t make you say the whole thing. Just admit to me that you’re a pervert.” Still refusing to meet Kaoru’s gaze, Nana stuttered, “I’m a…a…per…per….” “I’m going to stop you right there,” interrupted Kaoru. “I want you to look me in the eyes when you say it.” Kaoru watched as Nana gave him a hateful look. “Now say it. I don’t have all day.” “I’M A PERVERT!” she cried. Nana then covered her mouth with her hands and looked around. Once she realized that there was no one else around, she breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s a good girl,” chuckled Kaoru. “Now as promised I will give you a breather.” “Do you have something in mind already?” asked Nana. “Yes,” answered Kaoru. “However, I need time to prepare. Meet me outside my apartment at sunset. Bring a scarf and make sure you’re wearing clothes and shoes that you don’t mind getting dirty.” “Why?” “You’ll see,” grinned Kaoru. With that, he began walking towards home, mentally running through his checklist of what he would need to pull off this breather. “Just what could he be planning?” whispered Nana to herself. As thoughts raced into her head, she felt her chest tighten and her body begin to tremble. She couldn’t help but lick her lips in excitement. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….... It was just after sunset when Nana knocked on Kaoru’s door. She was wearing a beige sweater with an old black skirt and a beat-up pair of running shoes. In her hand was the scarf Kaoru had asked her to bring. Nana was just getting ready to knock again when Kaoru opened the door. “Come in,” he smiled. Nana did as she was told. She flinched as the door clicked shut. As she looked around, she noticed a bag by the entryway. “What’s the bag for?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “It’s materials for tonight’s breather.” Kaoru walked over to the bag and pulled something out. “Put this on,” he ordered as he threw the object towards her. Nana caught it with relative ease. Looking down, she saw that it was the collar from her first breather. She quickly placed it around her neck. “It’s on.” “Good,” replied Kaoru as he walked back over to her. In his hand was a leash. “Now stay still while I put this on.” Nana could feel Kaoru fumbling around with the collar followed by a clicking sound. “There we go.” “Hey Kaoru, haven’t we already done something like this before?” asked Nana as she thought back to their first breather. “Yes, but don’t worry, I have something special in mind for this breather.” “Could you tell me what it is or at least give me a hint?” “Nana, Nana, Nana, that would take all the fun out of it. Just be patient. All will be revealed in time.” Karou’s evil grin made Nana tremble a bit but it was excitement, not terror that made her tremble. “Put on the scarf and let’s get going.” “Can you at least tell me where were going?” asked Nana as she wrapped the scarf around her neck. “To the place where our breathers began,” replied Kaoru as he turned around and grabbed the bag. As they exited his apartment, Kaoru began to wonder if he could really do this. What he had planned could end up going beyond any of the breathers they had done before. Based on this night, what he was planning could bring them closer together or drive them farther apart. One thing was for certain though, it was too late to back down now. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was now completely dark as they reached the promenade where they had had the first breather. Once there, Kaoru ordered Nana to take her scarf off. As she did, she asked, “So what are we going to do this time?” “I’m going to lead you by leash along the promenade,” he answered back. “How’s that any different from our first breather?” “Simple,” said Kaoru as he pulled a couple things out of his bag, “we’ll be using these.” In his hands was a pair of dog ears and some rope. He handed the dog ears over to Nana and instructed her to put them on. “I think I understand what the dog ears are for but what is the rope for?” “I’m going to use it to tie your hands behind your back. During our first breather, you could have used your hands at any time you wanted. This time you won’t have use of them,” replied Kaoru. “I don’t know about this,” said Nana as she stared at the rope in Kaoru’s hands. “What if somebody sees us?” “Everyone is on the main streets at this time of night and even if someone passes by, it’s too dark to see anything,” assured Kaoru. At the moment he said it, he felt a serious case of déjà vu. “I’m still not sure.” “Don’t worry,” said Kaoru. He turned his head away from her, his cheeks slightly red. “I’ll protect you no matter what.” “Kaoru…” uttered a blushing Nana. “Just like all our breathers, I will not force you to do anything,” interrupted Kaoru as he regained his composure. “Whether you wear the rope or not is completely up to you. However, if you don’t wear the rope, I will call off this breather right now. Your move.” “I’ll wear the ropes,” mumbled Nana as she placed her hands behind her back. “Good choice,” replied Kaoru as he stepped behind her. As he began tying her hands, Nana noticed that the rope was rather smooth. She knew instantly that Kaoru had put a lot of time and effort oiling the rope so that it’s bristles wouldn’t rub against her arms. Nana also couldn’t help but notice that the rope was thin, likely so that it would not be as visible in the dark. Regardless of the things Kaoru did to her, he was always taking measures to keep her safe. The idea made her blush. Nana’s thoughts were interrupted by Kaoru saying, “That should do it. Let’s start the breather.” “Alright,” said Nana. She waited for Kaoru to start walking before she did. They would walk up and down the promenade several times. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Almost half an hour later, the two stopped to rest over by a secluded bench. As Nana was getting ready to sit down on the bench, Kaoru stopped her and said, “Sorry, the bench is for humans only. Pets must sit on the ground.” “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to sit on the cold, hard ground,” spat Nana. “How silly of me,” replied Kaoru as he began rummaging through his bag. He then pulled out an old tarp and laid it on the ground. “You can sit now.” “No way,” cried Nana. “I’m not going to do it.” “Well that’s a shame,” said Kaoru as he walked behind Nana. “I guess we’ll just have to end the breather here. Let me just untie your ropes and….” “Fine, I’ll do it,” relented Nana as she walked over to the tarp and sat down on her knees. “That’s a good Nana,” smiled Kaoru as he patted her head. Nana’s face turned red. Part of her was embarrassed but part of her was also happy to be praised. Kaoru soon stopped petting Nana’s head and pulled something out of his bag. It was a bottle of juice. He uncapped the bottle and placed a straw in it. “Here you go Nana, this is your reward. Be sure to drink it all up.” “I’d love to,” said Nana, “but can you untie my hands first?” “I can’t do that. You see, your hands being tied up is an important part of the breather. If I untie your hands, then the breather will end. Knowing that, do you still want me to untie you?” “No,” relented Nana. “Then open your mouth, I’ll hold the bottle for you.” Nana did as she was told. As she sipped from the straw, a dark smile came across Kaoru’s face. All was going according to plan. When Nana was half-way finished, Kaoru yanked the bottle away. “I wasn’t done with that,” cried Nana. The taste of juice on her parched throat had felt good. She wanted more. “Poor, helpless Nana,” grinned Kaoru as he held the bottle in his hand. “So long as your hands are tied, you can’t do much of anything can you. My hands on the other hand could do anything they want to you and there would be nothing you can do about it.” Kaoru then slowly reached one of his hands towards Nana’s breasts. “Don’t,” whimpered Nana as her body tensed up. However, Kaoru’s fingers made a last-minute turn and instead came to rest under Nana’s chin. She could feel his fingers wiping something under her mouth. “You’re dribbling like a baby,” smirked Kaoru. Nana looked down at her sweater and saw that there were indeed wet spots on the front. Kaoru than knelt down directly in front of her. He pinched the straw and held it close to Nana’s mouth. “Now please try not to spill anymore.” Nana said nothing. She simply clasped her mouth down on the straw and continued to drink. As she began to sip the drink, Kaoru couldn’t help but watch her lips. Deep down he wanted to make them his. He wanted to make all of Nana his. Nana polished off the drink not long after that. “What now,” she asked as Kaoru took out a handkerchief and wiped off the couple drops of juice that were dripping from Nana’s face. “Now we sit and relax,” answered Kaoru as he walked over to the bench and sat down. “A good dog must sit patiently for her master until he is ready to move again.” Kaoru then looked at his watch. According to his calculations, the final phase of the breather would begin in about twenty minutes. Now all he had to do was wait. He removed a bottle of tea from his bag and began to drink. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Almost thirty minutes passed, but nothing happened. Kaoru looked at his watch again. “Dammit,” he thought to himself, “the diuretic in the juice should have kicked in by now. Why isn’t she squirming?” Kaoru continued to stare at Nana. He had been given the bottled drinks by the lady who owned the adult shop he often frequented. The shop owner knew of Kaoru and Nana’s activities and was Kaoru’s confidant who often gave him advice and new ideas. When he had mentioned being in a rut, the shop owner had insisted that Kaoru try replicating the first breather while also changing it up a bit. Upon learning about the first breather, the shop owner gave him the bottled drinks and told him that the juice was laced with a powerful diuretic. Twenty minutes is all it should have taken, but nothing was happening. Surely Nana would have to go soon. After a couple more minutes passed, Kaoru stood up and stretched. “Well, I think we’ve been here long enough,” he said as he helped Nana to her feet. “We’ve still got one more location to hit up before we can end the breather.” “Ok,” replied Nana. In truth, she couldn’t wait for the breather to be over. She was beginning to feel a tingling sensation in her bladder. Nana knew it would only be a matter of time until she would need to use the bathroom. She only hoped that she could hold out until the breather was over without Kaoru noticing. She did not want to relive that part of their first breather. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A short while later, they had reached their location. Nana knew instantly where they were. “Why are we at the Municipal Playing Field?” “You’ll see,” smirked Kaoru. Not long after leaving the promenade, Kaoru had noticed that Nana had begun squirming a bit. It was obvious that she was trying to hide it, but there was no mistaking hit. Nana’s bladder was under attack by the raging waters building up inside. All Kaoru needed to do now was increase Nana’s pain level so that she would give in easier during the last part of the breather. “Come on now, we have quite a few stairs to climb.” “Alright,” said Nana as she followed Kaoru up the stairs. Over the last couple minutes, she had begun to notice that each step she took increased her discomfort. If the walk over there had been torture, the climb up the steps was pure hell. Her body tensed up and she could feel herself sweating a bit. She needed to go bad, but there was no way she could let Kaoru know. After all, he would probably make her pee outside again, not that that had been all that bad. As she thought about the incident, she began to lick her lips. She wondered if she could do it again if she absolutely had to. Of course it would be a lot more difficult and way more humiliating without the use of her hands. “We made it,” said Kaoru, beginning to pant a little bit. He had led her up the stairs and over to the spot that Nana had peed on during their first breather. Just seeing the spot brought back embarrassing memories for Nana. Nana then looked over at Kaoru and saw that he had a pained expression and his face was slightly sweaty. “Is everything alright?” she asked. Kaoru shook his head. “What’s wrong?” Suddenly Kaoru took off at a full sprint, leash in hand, with Nana struggling to keep up behind him. Seconds later they were in the men’s room. Not really thinking about it, Kaoru rushed over to one of the urinals, unzipped his pants and let out a flood of piss into the urinal. “This feels good,” he mumbled to himself as his body relaxed. As he peed, he thought about what just happened. He had been fine until they had reached the Municipal Playing Field, so why did he have to go so bad? As he thought about it, he came to a realization. The tea he had drank must also have been spiked with the diuretic. Kaoru had naturally assumed that the shop owner had spiked only one, not both. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he thought to himself. Suddenly he got the feeling that someone was watching him. Turning his head back, he saw that Nana was right behind him, her eyes transfixed on the liquid crashing down into the bottom of the urinal between his legs. Kaoru quickly turned his head back towards the wall in front of him. “Shit! I forgot that I was still holding the leash. She’s watching me piss. How could this get any more embarrassing?” he thought. As he contemplated yelling at her to look away, he realized how stupid it would look for a Dom to get embarrassed by the sub. There was only one thing he could do now. Turning his head back, a wicked grin came across his face. “Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer. Better yet, why not take a closer look if you’re so interested?” Of course he didn’t mean any of it. He was just trying to get Nana to look away out of embarrassment. What she did next though was completely unexpected. Instead of looking away, Nana walked closer to get a better look. As he looked in her eyes he could tell that she was in a trance. He needed to snap her out of it and fast. “Does watching men pee get you off?” teased Kaoru. “If so, then you really are a pervert.” His words were enough to snap Nana out of her trance. “I’m sorry,” she cried as she quickly turned around. “I don’t know what came over me.” “You were just curious is all,” replied Kaoru as he shook of the last couple drops and zipped up. He was getting ready to flush the urinal when an idea struck him. Instead of brooding over the fact that Nana had just watched him pee, he could use that fact to his advantage. As he stepped away from the urinal, he began to set his revised plan in motion. “Hey Nana, I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been squirming a bit since we left the promenade. Is something wrong?” “I have to pee,” mumbled Nana. Her words were almost inaudible, but Kaoru knew exactly what she had said. Now it was time to mess with her. “What was that?” asked Kaoru. “I have to pee,” she repeated a tiny bit louder. Kaoru cupped a hand to his ear and leaned in, “Come again?” “I HAVE TO PEE YOU JERK!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. It was loud enough to almost blow Kaoru’s ear out. “SHHHH,” hissed Kaoru as he slammed his hand over Nana’s mouth. “Do you want to draw attention to us?” Nana shook her head. Kaoru released his hand and ran over to the entrance of the bathroom. He peeked his head outside and looked around. There was nobody there. He then walked back to Nana. “There’s no one out there.” “That’s a relief,” said Nana. “Speaking of relief, it’s time for the last portion of the breather.” “And what would that be?” “You’re going to pee.” “Outside?” asked Nana. “I already did that in our first breather.” “No, you’re going to do it in here.” “Fine,” said Nana as she walked over to one of the stalls. “Can you untie my hands so I can pee?” Kaoru simply laughed. “What’s so funny?” “You’re not going to pee in the stall. You’re going to pee in a urinal,” explained Kaoru. “Specifically, you’re going to pee in the urinal that I just peed in and you’re going to do it like a boy.” “You’re crazy!” spat Nana. “There is no way in hell that I’m doing that!” “Ok,” replied Kaoru. “I’ll come untie you then.” “Really?” asked a shocked Nana. “Of course. I told you from the very beginning that I would never force you to do something that you didn’t want to do. If it is your wish for me to untie you, then we will end our breather here. I’ll just need to take off the collar and leash.” Kaoru then walked up to Nana and reached for the collar. Suddenly Nana stepped back and turned her head in defiance. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this breather to be over?” “I never said that I wanted it to be over,” mumbled Nana. Her cheeks were red and her breathing had become faster and more erotic. Kaoru knew that he had Nana right where he wanted her. All he had to do was give her a big push. “I see,” smirked Kaoru. “Then you’ll pee in the urinal?” “I can’t,” she whined. “And why not?” “Because I’m a girl and girls don’t pee standing up.” “Nana, Nana, Nana, I’m disappointed in you,” lectured Kaoru. “You’re the type of girl who can do anything and yet you’re making excuses for yourself based off your gender. I guess you’re not the type of person I thought you were.” He watched Nana’s facial expressions. Kaoru could tell he was getting to her. “You can pretend all you want that your unstoppable, but the truth is that you’re the type of person who thinks of giving up the moment things get too difficult.” Koaru’s words tasted bitter as he knew he was really describing himself. “Shut up!” she cried. “I’m not a quitter.” “Then prove it,” smirked Kaoru as he pointed to the urinal he had just peed in. “I will,” spat Nana as she walked towards the urinal. She then turned her head and asked, “Could you untie me so I can do this?” “If I do that then the breather is over.” “How am I supposed to do this without my hands? I can’t remove my skirt or underwear like this.” “Simple. I’ll help you out,” replied Kaoru. He noticed the hesitation on Nana’s face. “Or we could end it right here. You’re choice.” “Let’s just get this over with,” relented Nana. As Kaoru walked over to her, Nana looked at him and said, “But if you try anything funny I swear it will be the last thing you ever do.” “Don’t worry. I won’t try anything funny.” Kaoru then walked behind her and pulled down her skirt. Nana lifted one leg at a time so that Kaoru could completely remove the skirt. He then slung it over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but notice Nana’s white panties. “Trying to play the innocent girl by wearing white panties,” teased Kaoru. “Honestly I think a red satin or sexy black lace would suit you better.” “Pervert.” “Oh come on now, I’m just having a little fun,” laughed Kaoru. “Now let’s remove those panties.” He then removed them with little trouble. As he held them in his hands, he noticed that they were slightly wet. Holding it closer to his face, he saw that it wasn’t urine but sweat. Nana’s sweat. Unable to hold himself back, he took a whiff. “What are you doing back there?” asked Nana as she began to turn around. “Nothing,” answered Kaoru as he stuffed the panties into the skirt. “That was close,” he thought. “Now go ahead and pee.” Nana inched closer to the urinal. It was the type that extended to the floor and had a bowl-like bottom that jutted out ever so slightly. “I can’t do this,” she cried as she looked down at urinal still full of Kaoru’s piss. “What’s going on now?” “I don’t know how to do it,” she whined. “I’m a girl. I’ve never had to use a urinal before.” “Then just do what I say,” he replied. “Since your hands are behind your back, you going to want to make sure that you’re standing directly over the base of the urinal. Keep your legs apart so that you reduce the chance of pissing down your legs. The next thing you’ll need to do is bend your knees and lean your hips forward.” Nana did as she was told. “You should be good to go now.” A couple minutes passed but nothing happened. “I can’t do it,” she whined once more. “And why not?” asked Kaoru. “And don’t say because you’re a girl.” “Well there’s that, and also because you’re watching me.” “What’s the big deal if I watch you? After all you watched me pee so it’s only fair that I get to watch you. As for whole being a girl thing, I thought that would make you want to do it even more.” “How so?” “Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t some girls dream of being able to pee standing up or use a urinal instead of having to bare-ass a disgusting and possibly wet toilet seat.” “I guess,” answered Nana. “Just think about it Nana, your being given a once in a lifetime opportunity to see the other side. You have the opportunity that many girls secretly wish for. Right here, right now, you have the opportunity to pee in a urinal just like a guy. Doesn’t that excite you at all?” Kaoru paused for a moment and waited for Nana’s response. Nothing came. Kaoru walked over to the side so he could get a better look at Nana’s face. Sure enough, her face was red and her tongue was partially sticking out of her mouth in the usual erotic way that signaled that she was about to give in. Just a little bit more, and Nana would succumb to Kaoru’s influence. Kaoru leaned towards her. “Come on, haven’t you always wanted to piss in a urinal at least once. There is no one else here but you and me. Nobody ever has to know. Just give into temptation and be the naughty girl I know you are.” “Ok,” stuttered Nana, her mental defenses completely broken down. She closed her eyes and took a breath. Suddenly Nana felt Kaoru’s warm breath in her ear as he whispered, “Pee.” A split second later, the silence of the room was shattered by a hissing sound. Nana opened her eyes and looked down. A cascading stream of greenish yellow splashed into the urinal. She watched as her piss mixed with Kaoru’s to the point that she could no longer tell which was hers and which was his. In a way it was almost like Kaoru was peeing alongside her. The very thought made her blush. Nana then turned her head a bit and saw that Kaoru was watching with the same fixation that she had had when she watched him pee. Wanting to get it over with faster, she pushed a little harder. As she did so, she continued to stare at Kaoru, her heart beating so loud that she was afraid that he might hear. She wondered what he thought of her as he watched her pee. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Kaoru screaming, “Watch what you’re doing!” Nana looked down and saw that her stream and become a spray and was now running down her inner thighs and legs. Without thinking about it, she took a step back, the majority of her spray now hitting the floor in front of the urinal. “What do I do?” she cried as some of the piss droplets running down her legs reached her socks. “It’s going everywhere.” Nana was about to take another step back when she felt something warm and hard touch her butt. Before she had time to react, she was pushed forward into the urinal. Nana’s large breasts hitting the top of the urinal stopped her momentum, but not before her vagina hit the back wall of the urinal. The wall was cold and wet. Nana didn’t have to think twice about why it was wet. As she tried to step back, she found it impossible to do so. Turning her head back, she saw that Kaoru was standing behind her, his hands pressed against her back. He was forcing her into the urinal. “What are you doing you idiot?” he screamed. “Don’t step backwards!” “But I’m touching the urinal!” she whined as she tried to push herself back. When that didn’t work, she tried slamming him with her butt. It was enough to knock Kaoru away. Nana attempted to step back once more only to lose her balance and fall backwards. Luckily for her Kaoru caught her midfall. Using all the strength he could muster, Kaoru pushed Nana forward a bit so the remainder of her spray would hit the target. “Thank you,” blushed Nana. “You’re welcome,” replied Kaoru. He was just getting ready to reposition his hands when he noticed that he was touching something lumpy. Not really thinking about it, he squeezed down on the lumps. Instantly he heard a moan. Kaoru peered his head over Nana’s shoulder and realized for the first time that he was clutching her breasts. “I’m not doing this on purpose!” cried a flustered Kaoru. “Can you please let go?” she moaned. “If I do, we both might lose balance. If that happens there will be an even worse mess to deal with. Just try to ignore it. You can punch me later.” “I will,” she said as she did her best to ignore it. Her spray would last almost another minute and a half before it petered out into drops. “What now?” “We clean you up,” replied Kaoru. “You’ll create a mess if you keep dripping like that. It will be easier to clean you if you lean back like you’re doing.” “But my hands are tied. How do you expect me to clean myself?” “I’ll do it,” declared Kaoru as he moved one hand into his pocket and pulled out the handkerchief he had used earlier. “I’ll just get the upper spots so that you’re not dripping all over the place. Once that’s done, you can finish the rest.” Kaoru was expecting Nana to put up a fight, but instead she replied, “Just be gentle okay.” The words were enough to cause his rod to stiffen. Trying his best to ignore it, he began wiping her vagina and the inner part of her thighs where the drops were beginning to pool. The sound of her moaning soon began to take its toll. He could feel himself nearing the breaking point. Suddenly Nana spoke up. “Hey Kaoru, something’s poking my lower back. You’re not….” “Don’t be ridiculous,” interrupted a clearly flustered Kaoru. “That’s just my phone. It must have shifted when I grabbed my handkerchief.” He quickly finished the wiping and helped Nana back into a proper standing position. He then untied her hands and handed her her clothes and the handkerchief. “You should take care of the rest of that yourself. I would suggest you use the sink to help wash some of it off. Don’t worry, I’ll guard the entrance for you.” Before Nana could turn around, Kaoru ran over to the entrance and turned his back to her. While Nana thought that he was being a gentleman, the truth was that Kaoru didn’t want her to see his erection. There was also the fact that if he had to look at her clean herself, he would likely mess his pants. Over the next few minutes he was forced to listen to the sink water run. Surely this would be a night he would never forget. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Once Nana was dressed, the two left the bathroom and began making their way towards the stairs. Kaoru was the first to speak up. “Hey Nana, I thought you did a good job considering everything that happened. I promise that not only will I find a way to reward you for your efforts, but I will also find a way to make up for the whole boob touch thing and for pushing you against the urinal.” Suddenly he felt something hard hit his cheek with enough force to knock him to the ground. As he looked up, he saw Nana was standing above him with her fist clenched. “What was that for?” “You said I could punch you.” Nana then unclenched her fist and extended her hand to Kaoru. “Now we’re even,” she smiled as she helped him up. Her smile was enough to make Kaoru’s heart skip a beat. “Yeah whatever,” blushed Kaoru as he turned his back to her. He then began walking towards the stairs with Nana close behind. They were almost at the top of the stairs when Kaoru asked, “So have you thought about what you might want as a reward for completing the breather?” “I’m good,” answered Nana. “Are you sure?” asked Kaoru as he turned around. The moment he did he saw that Nana’s face was a shade of red that he had never seen before. “I’m sure.” “Well, I’d feel bad if I didn’t give you one. After all a Dom is supposed to reward the sub if they do a good job.” “I said I’m good,” replied Nana. She was starting to get annoyed by Kaoru’s persistence. “Oh come on Nana, I can’t just let you go unrewarded after all of that,” said Kaoru. “I don’t want anything,” she screamed. “Why not?” In her irritation, she blurted out, “Because you already rewarded me.” The instant she said that, she clapped her hands to her mouth. “What did you just…” but before Kaoru could finish his question, he took a step backwards and fell down the stairs. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. “NANA!” screamed Kaoru as he sat up. He looked around and saw that he was now in his room. His head hurt but otherwise he seemed to be fine. The door to his room suddenly flew open. Nana came rushing in with a wet cloth. “What’s the matter Kaoru?” “Nothing,” said Kaoru. Nana walked over to him and gently pushed him back down. As Nana placed the wet cloth on his forehead, Kaoru asked, “What happened?” “What do you mean?” “The last thing I remember is that we were performing a breather and you….” “That was just a dream,” interrupted Nana. “A dream?” “Yeah. The truth is that on our way home from school you fell and hit your head pretty hard. You’ve been out for the last several hours,” explained Nana. “So, you didn’t actually pee in a urinal standing up?” “Of course not,” cried Nana. “I am a girl after all and everyone knows that it’s impossible for girls to do that. What you imagined was just a dream caused by hitting your head to hard.” “I guess you’re right,” said a disappointed Kaoru. “You should probably get some rest. Just call me on my cell phone if you need anything.” “Alright,” yawned Kaoru as he closed his eyes. Within minutes he was fast asleep. Nana quietly crept out of his room. She then made her way out the door and back to her apartment. Once in her apartment she walked into the bathroom and began taking off her clothes. As she threw her skirt into the laundry basket, something fell out. Nana walked over to the object and picked it up. It was a soiled handkerchief. “I should probably wash this before I return it,” she blushed as she stared at it. “Or maybe I’ll keep this as my reward. After all, a Dom should always reward a sub if they do a good job.”
  11. 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
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    who needs the urinal

    sometimes i would wait in line for the toilet, but then not even use them, just sit on the floor and soak my jeans.
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  17. After a hard week of work, many a Friday night started off in the Royal George pub. Maybe 2000 revellers fired up on Jack Daniels & coke or ‘pints of snakebite’ were packed inside - although most spilled outside into the alleyway. There were only two restrooms and the men’s consisted of one sit down toilet and a trough style urinal which six men could stand shoulder to shoulder and use (in silence as men can’t talk and pee). Often there were many more desperate girls in there than gents. Some men would become pee-shy but I took my position; unzipped and started what I had to do. Suddenly there was a torrent of female Swedish from just behind me. The man alongside me couldn’t go with a female audience ~ his space immediately filled by a busty blonde. I wondered for a moment if she was going to go like a man but instead she just held herself. I was still discharging like a hose pipe as I realised that she was looking down at me. I was completely exposed. She moved a little closer and in English whispered, “Hey, I like your shoes.” While I laughed the toilet became available and she dashed inside. {As you ask they were smart brown brogues. . .}
  18. "Ohh! C'mon!" Karasu was currently sitting down and starring at the bathroom door near her. There was a sign that said "Out of Order". "Ugh...How long until they fix that toilet....Ohh!" Karasu was currently shaking her legs. Prior to singing the first song in the concert,Karasu drank a couple of protein shakes. She's been holding it in during 3 songs. Karasu was hoping that they would finish fixing the toilet soon,as her bladder was really begging to be emptied. Unfortunately,that seemed unlikely as she only had a couple of seconds left before they needed to get back on stage. The leader and singer of the band went up to karasu. "Hey,Karasu! We're about to start our next song!" "Oh,i uhh....I'm coming Tsubaki!" Karasu whined before grabbing her guitar. As she walked towards the stage,she looked back at the toilet door and hoped that it would be fixed before by the time their next song ended. As they arrived on the stage,the crowd started cheering for them. The drummer of the band started hitting her drumsticks before starting the song. Karasu started playing her part of the song while trying to keep her mind of her bladder. Unfortunately,every now and then her bladder would send signals to her brain. Karasu started jumping around while playing her guitar. She tried to make it look like she was dancing to the song. The crowd kept cheering for her. Karasu let out a whine. but because of how loud the music was,nobody was able to hear it. "Okay...Relax Karasu,This is the last song. If the toilet isn't fixed by the time this song is over,i can hold it in for a bit longer until we go home." Karasu though to herself. And luckily for her,the song was coming to an end. She hit the last note on her song. The crowd went wild and started cheering for the band. "Thank you! We hope to see you guys on our next concert!" The singer said. The girls made their way backstage while the crowd kept clapping. Karasu quickly ran back to the bathroom door and to her dismay,it was still out of order. Karasu whined yet again. "Okay,looks like i'll have to hold it until we can get home." Karasu though to herself. "Karasu! The bus is ready!" The leader said. "I'm coming,Tsubaki!" Karasu started walking towards the exit while trying to ignore all of the signals her bladder was sending her. They exited the stadium where the concert was being held and started driving away. Karasu was currently sitting next to her childhood friend and the drummer of the band,Tachibana. Tachibana rarely spoke in fear of sounding stupid. Because of this,Karasu was unable to have a conversation with her in order to take her mind off her need for relief. "We absolutely killed it!" One of the bassists said. "Y-yeah! We did!" Karasu said with a forced smiled. Karasu then looked at tachibana,who was staring at her with a concerned look on her face. "I'm fine tachi! I'm just tired from the concert." Tachibana,being a mute,didn't reply. But she still kept the same concerned expression. For the remainder of the trip,there wasn't a lot of talking in the bus. Wich made it more difficult for Karasu to think of anything besides her bladder. Karasu looked at Tachibana. Tachibana herself was also shaking her legs a bit. And it looked like she was trying to take her mind off something. Karasu came to the conclusion that maybe she needed to use the ladies room as well. "Don't worry,Karasu...We will be home soon..." Karasu said to herself. Unfortunately,the bus stopped This sudden halt caused Karasu to lose control of her bladder briefly. Karasu quickly crossed her legs and placed a hand between them. The regained control of herself while feeling a wet spot in her panties. "Huh? What happened?" Tsubaki asked. "It seems we have a flat tire" the bus driver replied. Karasu was horrified,just when she thought things couldn't get any worse. Everyone stepped out of the bus. Karasu started looking around and it seems they were in the middle of an empty street. The driver exited the bus shortly after. "Alright. I called a tow truck...But it may take a while for them to arrive." Karasu whined and started doing a potty dance while nobody was looking. She desperately started looking around for something she could use as a bathroom. "Hey guys....I'm going to take a stroll in the mean time...." Karasu started walking away while looking around. As she was walking,she started slowing down because of all the pressure that was inside her body. Karasu knew that she had no option but to somewhere out in the open. Karasu looked around for a bush or something to squat behind. All of the sudden,somebody tapped her shoulder. This scared her and caused her to let out another spurt. She quickly placed a hand between her legs and looked at who was behind her. It was tachibana,Who was motioning karasu to follow her. Karasu looked around before following her childhood friend. After a few seconds,tachibana and karasu arrived at an alley filled with trash. Karasu was delighted when she saw a door. Hoping that there was a toilet inside,she wasted no time running towards that door. However,When she entered,she saw urinals instead. It then hit karasu: she was in a boys bathroom. Karasu hesitated for a bit,but another spurt escaped from her bladder,leading to her quickly running towards the nearest urinal. She quickly pulled down her pink panties and saw a couple more spurts escaping. As soon as she sat down,she let loose a loud and strong stream of pee. Karasu let out a loud sigh of relief as all the liquid escaped from her bottom. She kept letting out a few sighs as the feeling of relief overwhelmed her. 15 seconds later,tachibana bursted into the restroom while doing a potty dance She then looked away and blushed. "I'm sorry!" Tachibana finally spoke up. "It's okay...."Karasu said as she continued peeing. "I can't hold it anymore.." Tachibana said as she ran towards the urinal next to karasu. She quickly pulled down her thight shorts and her panties before sitting down. Almost immediately,a stream of urine escaped from her body. She let out a sigh as she emptied her bladder. "Wow...she must've been on the verge of wetting herself...." karasu though to herself as her own stream died down. She looked around and didn't see anything to wipe with. Karasu took a look at her panties and noticed how wet they were at the moment. She got off the urinal and pulled her panties back up as wiping seemed pointless to her at this moment. She went to the sink and started washing her hands. She could still hear tachibana's urine stream over the water stream she was using to wash her hands. Karasu dried her hands. "I'll be waiting outside,okay?" Tachibana nodded as she continued to empty her bladder. Karasu walked out of the restroom while feeling the wet patch on her panties.
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  24. Maki

    JAV Voyeur Series - SNS-341

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