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Now would be as good a time as any to tell you about our humble student apartments. While we may be lucky to be right across from the beach we live in a two-storied building filled with one room apartments, what Americans would call a “studio.” Before you ask, yes, there is a toilet, but you could probably understand it's only used once a day, so you could see why it would be regulated to sit exposed in a corner, not even important enough to have it's own room. Some poor attempts to attract Europeans caused some architects to even install floor urinals in bedrooms, with no attempt at cover. Th

An idea I've had in my head for a while. I'm planning for this to be an 'anthology'-type series rather than a long-running story arc. Shoutout to @Vassal, whose great story about Lavatria was one of the inspirations for the country where the rules don't apply -- hope you don't mind me pilching your ideas ... __________________________________ Before Simon had even found his seat on the weekly plane from Copenhagen to Kaymala, he could tell it was no ordinary place he was going. He had been stood in the queue to board the plane for what felt an age; first in the airport gate, the

I hope that these pictures are acceptable. I believe the model to be Aimee Sweet and the pictures have probably been taken by Suze Randall the well known photographer. I would be more than happy to have her working in my office even if she might be even more distracting than me. They have been my favourite short skirt pictures for a very long time now and took forever to download even at this size in the olden days.

If he had been there of course not. He didn’t notice the puddle but we tried to not laugh about that when he came back in the car. Usually she doesn’t have any problem to pee in places different from a toilet . She was very desperate because the line outside the toilet in the club was very long . Once she peed inside a building near the elevator and another time behind a car ( the strongest pee I have ever seen )

You most likely have not heard of the small island nation of Lavatria, some how hidden in the Mediterranean Sea, off the coast of Malta. It has remained fully self sufficient and independent from its first settlement by its Roman ancestors all those millennia ago. English is some how the native language, adopted from from long forgotten, but brief, British occupation. The Lavatrians benefit greatly from the warm climate of the Mediterranean, enjoying its able bounty of fish and rich volcanic soil. A wonderful thing has happened due to its independence, a more open culture has developed, very o

Helen is a young student aged only 18 and still living with her divorced mum. She looks sexy as hell, as you can see in this pic...... But she has a secret thing, a kind of pervy kink if you like. She likes pissing. Anywhere and everywhere. It started when she was still pretty young when - upon entering the bathroom she had a sudden urge - she didn't know why - to just squat and pee in the shower cubicle instead of using the toilet. And she enjoyed doing it. And so it became a regular thing. And not just that. In time she became more outrageous, revelling in the notion of being

Yesterdays peeing fun

Trying something different. Hope you enjoy. If so, I'll work on the next chapter. When Sara awoke, for a moment she forgot where she was. Her first instinct was in response to the pressure in her bladder, a common feeling for the morning. She sat up and was about to hop out of bed and make the long walk out to the bathroom. Then as she felt the cool dampness under her, she remembered. She was in her bunk at the all-girls camp her parents had signed her up for, not knowing what they were getting their daughter into. At 21, she was still living at home after having dropped out of col

Had a fun session yesterday! Did a little dirty talk, received some hot looking pics. Decided to pee and masterbate in the living room! Want to do it again already lol

I like to see girls peeing but only fair to share. No nasty comments please but happy for comments. I'm just getting over my shyness

Can you define WHY you developed a fetish like this?Mine is all about "where do girls pee from"?Ever since a kid,it was a like a double experience,to see girls were different and see a girl pee at the same time,ive never lost my fascination with where it actually comes out.They have this "slit thing",that i thought how the hell does THAT work then?I do know nowadays,the pinhole between clitoris and vagina,but still it amazes me girls perform this intimate act in such a different way to myself."Vive la difference" as the French say.To me its less about where its done,"naughty peeing" etc,but to

Part one is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8297-the-holiday-pt-1-on-the-beach/ ____________________________________________________ The sun was shining through the fabric of our tent when I woke up the next morning. The campsite was quiet, so I guessed it was probably early. Even so, I felt wide awake, and I had a pressing need to go for a piss. I sat up and stretched, my sleeping bag falling away. I sleep wearing a pink nightshirt and no underwear. David was still sleeping, halfway out of his own sleeping bag. I pulled a corner of the tent door open and glanced a

Hi guys. Here is my first attempt at a peeing fantasy. It took me way longer than I expected, and I even feel kinda overloaded out and meh, after all the time I spent on this. Enjoy! Claire's parents were always arguing, and it was keeping her up at night. This even resulted in her failing her final year at school. Her teachers could only urge her to try her best, but even they realised that she wasn't exactly put under the best circumstances. So one day her mum, Sally, suggested that she go to a boarding school (The School of Working on Education and Excellence ), that way she can sleep

Part one is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8297-the-holiday-pt-1-on-the-beach/ I joined my new friends Maddie and her boyfriend Adam in their kitchen, stepping over the slowly-spreading puddle Adam had left in the hallway. Both of them wore shirts and their swimming stuff, a bikini bottom in one case and a rather tight set of speedos in the other. Adam was stirring a pot on the hob, while Maddie waited for the kettle to boil. The windows had been thrown wide to let some cool evening air into the stuffy kitchen. “What are you making?” I asked. “Chilli,” said Adam. “It'l

I am hopeful this will get resolved this weekend, but please note that whilst changes are made there may be additional downtime. By Monday the site will hopefully be better than ever, but please do bear with me over Saturday and Sunday.

Wonderful story. I like how you explored the mother's motivation, while still keeping it hot. That is a talent.

We need to hear more about this lady. My kind of lady.

It does

It's in the works. Writer's block is a struggle.

I posted this story in the Introductions board by way of...well, an introduction. But as it is a fully fledged experience, I figured I'd post it here too. *** So unlike many of you on this forum, I came to this fetish a bit later, 18 years old to be precise. I think, however, that after you hear my story you’ll understand why pissing, in all its forms, represents the supreme sexual thrill for me. My high school decided to hold its senior picnic at a local state park which featured a decent-sized lake and several trails for hiking. The school had the largest pavilion set aside fo

Eary this morning I paid a visit to, “The Lot”. I arrived about 12:45am and stayed until approximately 4:40am. The weather was warm, about 60 degrees F so I was expecting to see some pee action. I drove around by the church vehicles, no sign of any pissing yet. I took a space in the rear of the lot, the second row from the back. From my spot I can see a good view of the lot, both entrances, the church vehicles, and the dark corner. Less than 5 minutes after parking a vehicle with two ladies pulls up and parks to my left, 3 spaces away. There were vacant spaces between us and on thei

thanks for the continued reports. it certainly seems like you have found a popular spot..

Nice! I take it as a compliment. Lavatria has also been swirling around in my head as a long time fantasy daydream. I can't wait to see more.

Always glad to post in this thread when I find something appropriate and relevant! X

Part one is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8297-the-holiday-pt-1-on-the-beach/ ________________________________________ I was limping. The four of us were walking to Maddie's house from the hidden cove where my brother David and I had met Maddie and her boyfriend Adam. It was only a half hour's walk, but at one point we'd been forced to push through a patch of weeds, and I'd been badly stung by a bunch of nettles. Now I felt like my legs were on fire, and the walking wasn't helping. “We ought to keep an eye out for dock leaves,” said David, eyeing the red patches on my

All the pics here are sexy and beautiful,but this is still my best view.I would pay any girl well if she would do this for 5 seconds.

Kitchen table

Nothing wrong with a good wank and cum session. Pissing is a good turn on for me and I normally rub my cock in my piss and shoot my load out. Rubbing now...

anytime i pee somewhere im not supposed to i usually need to play with myself lol

I live with family still so I don't get to do much, but one thing I can do is piss in the sink when everyone's gone too bed. so that's just what I do. And afterwards I usually rub one out too because I'm turned on and horny by that point.

After doing the dishes i needed to pee. It was closer then the bathroom lol

Morning pee.

Hi everyone -- I'm new to these forums. This is the first part of a series I have been writing; hope you enjoy it. ********** We – my big brother David and I – were on holiday in Cornwall for a week. It was the first time we'd been away from our parents. He was nineteen, me eighteen, and since it was my last summer before going to uni we decided to go on a trip together. We'd spent our first day confined to the tent because of rain, but on the second day it brightened up. We decided to go for a walk along the coast and, we were hoping, find a quiet beach where we c

This is part one of a new series I'm starting. Hope you enjoy it. The Camping Trip: Part One Last week some friends and I decided to do a girls' getaway and spend a few days in the mountains. My friend Savanna's uncle owns a cabin and some land outside of town. She described it to us as rustic, rugged, and relaxing. "Only one catch, though," she said. "There's no toilet." This information already dropped two girls off the list. I was curious, but not put off. "What do you do for a bathroom, then?" Sandy asked. Sandy is always the one of us brave enough to ask questions, even the dumb a

I woke up before everyone else and saw beams of sunlight creeping in through the windows. I really didn't want to get up, but mostly because I didn't want this day to come. It was our last day camping together. I rolled over and looked at Savanna, who was still sleeping soundly. The covers under and over us were cool and damp. I thought about warming them up, but then remembered that there was something else I had wanted to do since we arrived. I crawled out of the covers and walked outside, not bothering to get dressed. The morning air was cool, but I could already feel early sunlight war

You asked for it... I had an amazing dream that night, possibly influenced by our pissing adventures at the camp. I was a very important business woman working in an office building of some kind. At the beginning of the dream, I'm on an important business call. The person on the other end is talking about selling their company. As I continue to convince them not to sell, I sit up in my seat and lift my black skirt from under my bottom. We continue arguing, and I scoot forward in my seat and slide my panties to the side. I sit up straight, looking very inconspicuously professional. But I

*Sorry it's long, but I wanted to continue this series. Hope you enjoy.* Sandy sat up in her sleeping bag. We all laughed when we heard soft squelching noises as she moved around in the sleeping bag's wetness. "Sorry," she said, giggling. "It's fine," Cara said. She had switched sides on the couch and was now reclining comfortably against one of the big pillows. "So, your fantasy?" "Right," she said. "Mine is probably kind of obvious, but I'll share it anyway. I'd love to go to a gym where you can just pee right where you are instead of having to stop working out and walk all the way t

Before Cara started her story, Savanna jumped up and went to the kitchen to get us more waters. The sun had set and it was getting darker, so we turned the lights on. I climbed up to the loft and carried down my blanket and pillow, as well as Savanna's quilt and pillow. "I thought maybe we could all sleep down here tonight," I said. The girls all smiled and agreed. "I claim the couch again," Cara said. "I still have my sleeping bag," Sandy said. "I don't mind the floor," I said. Savanna walked down the hall and returned with a thick blanket, tossing it on the floor in front of me. I sp

After we had all kind of come down from our post-orgasm bliss, Savanna went into the kitchen and grabbed a few bottles of water, handing one to each of us and putting some extras on the table. I grabbed some towels and dropped them on the floor over some of the wet spots. There wasn't much hope for the couch or chairs, which were dark with obvious pee stains. I sat on the floor in the middle of the living room. Sandy returned to the chair, Cara to the couch, and Savanna to her favorite recliner. We each opened our bottle and took quick swigs, as if we knew we were all ready to do it again, to

Even though Savanna has sort of broken the ice, the first few minutes of our naked adventure was a little awkward. We sat around and just kind of looked at each other like, Are we really just sitting here naked? "So," Savanna said, always seeming to be the most uncomfortable with awkward silences. "Let's talk about something. Something good. Oh, I know! What about pee fantasies?" I laughed and Sandy smirked at Savanna. "What? I'm serious. If you could do anything involving pee, what would it be?" "Well, it was your idea, so you go first," I said. "Fine, I will," Savanna said. "I'm out

When we made it back to the camp, I was the first out of my wet clothes, having peed through my bathing suit and shorts several times on the hike back up without even saying anything to the other girls. Along the way, Cara squatted and peed once and Savanna stood and wet her shorts and suit, as well. Sandy was the only one of us who seemed to stay dry. I wondered if she had been going secretly like me. As we stepped onto the cabin porch, though, the three of us removing our wet clothes and bathing suits at the door, Sandy smiled as she pulled her golden bikini bottoms to her knees, sighed lo

I think the sight of the river was a relief for all of us, mostly because it had been a longer hike than Savanna had thought, and also because I could feel my wet shorts rubbing the insides of my thighs, chaffing me a little. The water looked clear and flowed slowly. There were shallow parts where the water rippled over the rocks at the bottom creating the kind of sound everyone expects to hear in nature. And then the river widened out in other parts and deepened, but you could still see the bottom it was so clear. We all took off our shoes first, groaning at the relief. I slid mine off and

After breakfast, Savanna had an idea that we would all take a long hike down to the river at the bottom of the mountain. We had all packed bathing suits because according to her aunt and uncle, the river is cool and clear this time of year, perfect for escaping the hot sun. So after cleaning up our messes and putting wet sheets and covers into the washer (A hookup for a washer, but no toilet? I was starting to wonder about whoever built this cabin), we slipped into our bathing suits and pulled on shorts and appropriate shoes for hiking. Savanna filled a small backpack with plenty of bottles of

I woke up to the sound of quiet clanging and the smell of bacon. When I opened my eyes, I noticed Savanna wasn’t in her bed. She must be the one responsible for the heavenly smells rolling through the entire cabin. The sun was just peeking through the downstairs windows, lighting up the cabin. I also noticed the cool dampness of my bedsheets and covers. I smiled and rolled over on my back, ready to empty my bladder and warm the bed again. At some point last night, I had removed my panties and was sleeping bare bottomed. I spread my legs, closed my eyes and relaxed. Right away, I felt a gentl

Later, we all got dressed for bed. I was wearing a thin blue nightgown with spaghetti straps and matching lacy panties. Savanna slid on a pair of red pajama shorts and a white tank top. Cara put on a pair of colorful but cute Spongebob pajama pants and a matching shirt with Spongebob's big smiling face. Sandy slipped into a very thin and lacy teddie and a pair of g-string panties. I crawled under the covers in the loft bed and could feel the pressure soon to be out of control in my bladder but didn't say anything. Savanna cut out the last of the lights and the cabin became very dark. The onl

The evening rolled on and enough beers had gone around that we were all enjoying a good buzz. But the conversation seemed to just be getting started. “Okay, Larissa, spill it,” Savanna said. “You’re next.” I smirked, trying to think of which story I should share since I secretly had more to share than these girls knew. The truth was, I had been a secretive pleasure wetter for a few years now, since my divorce. “Do you really want to know?” I said. “Mine’s…pretty bad.” The girls all started at me. “Of course!” Savanna said. “You asked for it.” I sat up and licked my lips before I star

Since it was already getting dark, we decided to just sit around the cabin and catch up on old times. All four of us worked full-time jobs. Cara had a three-year-old daughter, and Sandy had a five-year-old son. So, it was rare that we had the chance to really talk. Savanna tossed beers to us from the cooler we had packed and smiled at me. “So,” Savanna started, “what can we share? Oh, I know! Larissa, let’s talk about what just happened.” I blushed immediately, remembering the scene with the chamber pot vividly. “Yeah, let’s,” Cara agreed. “Umm… okay…” “You were really enjoying yours