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Hey everyone! My name's Jane and when I was 15, I witnessed a wetting that is to this day, the best one i've ever seen. (Outside of porn. Better than most porn too honestly) During my early teenage years, I was a pretty... experimentative girl but I was; and still am to a degree, very shy, so I was constantly frustrated by wanting to do loads more than I was getting the chance. Honestly, it annoys the hell out of me when guys say during their teenage years that they were constantly frustrated by girls not giving them attention. Um, hello?! You think we're not! OPEN. YOUR. EYES. Anyway.

@Brutus fantastic account - especially of the snobby bank lady. You are lucky that you can get to hear so much. Is there only one toilet stall in each of the men and women's facility and the outer door locks? If it were a case of multiple cubicles and/or the outer door not locking then when the ladies used the gents, you would have been able to legitimately have gone inside the gents when the ladies were in there and you could have listened even better - if two stalls, from the adjacent stall and if only one stall, you could wait by the sink for the cubicle to become free. I have been in

Got some new experiences from work. I feel it's helpful to lay out the situation here for the first 2 paragraphs. I started a new job recently, small quiet office building, about 15 employees, 2 pairs of restrooms for men and women. My office is in a corner at one end of the building, close to a men's room. It rarely gets used and is basically my own as a result of no one being close by. The thing about this place in general is that it's old and in need of renovation, especially the restrooms. Here's where things get interesting in a great way. I've noticed that when I'm in the men's, I c

Hey I’m Jen and I’m new here. I dunno where to start, I’m a 35 year old divorced mom who works full time. Im a bit on the chubby side. I have urge incontinence I was diagnosed when I was in grade school where I get the sudden urge to pee bad out of nowhere and I don’t have much time to react so I pee outside in the open often or I wet my pants on occasion. I’ve learned to be open and not care who sees and honestly I love seeing others desperate to pee and peeing so it works out. I have included a picture of my big ass peeing.

I've never tried holding a bottle onto the tip of my cock. I've alway set the bottle on the ground and tried pissing into it from 2 or 3 feet away lol

I don't really care if they're a guy or a girl, I'll enjoy peeing on them. It's just fun.

Great story here and good post. You have very good detailed and facts. You very lucky to hear the women pee and lucky rest rooms are close to hear women. I love unisex rest rooms get desperation women. Lucky to have women pee mens room.

Another desperation sighting I had whilst at work which occurred last year. I posted this elsewhere so this is a copy paste from there. Earlier this evening whilst I was at work I witnessed some very nice desperation so thought I would share it for all to enjoy. I was working the bar this evening at work. I work in a gaming centre and Saturday night is usually quite busy. We have Saturday night bingo which usually attracts a lot of people and the way the bingo sessions are played the bar gets busy just after a session of bingo as people come and get drinks in the small interval befo

Brutus, Thank you for taking the time to write the detailed description about what you heard.

Yesterday I went to a beer festival, it opened at 11am just as I arrived, the first thing that I did was to go for a pee, (the tablets that I am on). The toilet area is normally set up so that as you go into it there is a hand-wash station with 2 or 3 disabled toilets behind it with the lady's toilets going to the right in a L shape, to the left a 6 module urinal with its entrance in the middle, then toilets to make up a L shape. This time the lady's was the same but the disabled toilets were to the left of a gap, (to give an emergency exit), with a 3 module urinal to the left of them with the

[This is a work of fiction based on a conversation about favourite sexy newscasters. Features female desperation, leaking and toilet peeing] “So that’s everything covered studio wise - floor, you’re happy - lights, happy, video - ok, sound?, green room - all good, post prod? Any problems anyone… No? Fab Right then - OB. That’s you Saz. Are you with us…?” Suddenly all eyes were on Sarah Riley and she jumped back from her daydreaming. She’d been thinking as she often did, how it had got to this. How fickle and self righteous this media business could be. One minut

@YellowKitten says I'm the master of her body. 🙂

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One beer-filled night, I set up a couple large cups i the sand about three feet away from us and challenged my date to see who would be the first to fill theirs. I almost lost, but I think she had drank twice as much as me.

Even just holding the bottle opening up to my tip is hard when I'm erect/half-chubbed.

That is true. I find it hard to hit a bottle at distance as well hahahahaha

I've done that before.

This is a great concept. Much like the original, frustrating for Sarah at first, but then she learns to turn it all to her advantage. Great writing too. Thanks @gldenwetgoose

@Brutus, Thanks for posting such a great, detailed, and very exciting account of your observations, particularly of the snobby bank lady. A very good read. I admire your attention to detail, which your writings always show, and your descriptions capture the entire scene, both visual and audio. It's interesting how important details of construction and plumbing can be to an observer. Glad to see you back.

@BlindListener You are welcome, thanks for reading. @Alfresco Yes, these are private single person restrooms with locking doors, each with gender designations.

Next time I pee my name in the snow I want it to be in Shakira's handwriting.

Even though I have a penis, it's still not easy to pee in a bottle.

That's a small enough target, nice work lol

Well hopefully that happens soon. It's quite liberating to write your name in the snow lol

Only half lol? I think it's all the fun lol

I bet its colder where i live lol

Or with actual pee 😍

I had to go in a car and I was holding in the car. I drank a cup of glasses of hot detox tea which makes me need to pee bad. I had some water too before going into car too. The drive is 45 minutes to casino from house. Halfway though the drive I had to go bad and hurting bad. I go to the casino and saw a line for the parking lot. I asked my cousin if I can used rest rooms and told hem I had to go bad. He stop in front of casino and I walk in asked where rest rooms where and I walked to the back of the casino. I almost ran but I walked super quickly to the back where rest room where. I got in

Just a quick thing that I enjoyed seeing and overhearing at work last night. I work in a big gaming centre/casino and within the club I work in all the different areas and departments, it varies with each shift and where staff are needed. On the downstairs level we have a bingo area which proves popular and throughout the day people can play two types of bingo. The first is digital bingo where the customers just have to come in and put their money into the machine of their choice to join in the games. This goes on all day and can draw in lots of people. The second type which draws lots o

Someday, maybe. Someday.

I'm boutta get me a gold medal.

I like to piss on their dick while rubbing my pussy on it. Or while inside my pussy.

This is a sighting from last summer. I had a load of phone calls to make - you know the sort of 'life admin' you need to do - and it was a nice day, so I thought I'd go and sit in the local park. At least I'd be in the fresh air while listening to the hold music! Fortunately I was scruffily dressed; this will be an important thing later on! Sitting on a bench and building up the strength to deal with the bank, I noticed a girl probably around 20, dirty blonde shoulder length hair wearing black leggings and a grey hoodie, walk in and look around, then she went to look at

[Part four - this time bringing in some male desperation and wetting as well as, of course, Sarah exploring her growing fetish] Grinding Hog Day +3 Sarah woke late, feeling the comfortable fuzziness of someone at peace with the world, having had the best night’s sleep ever. Late that is for her normal schedule, but since her live broadcast was only on the late evening show, with a 6pm production meeting that wasn’t an issue. The only thing on her mind at that particular moment, apart from being warm and cosy, was her full morning bladder. Sarah dozed for another f

When I was in my 20s I dated a woman who AFAIK wasn't into piss, and I was far too shy to ask about such things. However, one day I went over to her house, and almost as soon as the front door had closed she was on her knees in front of me on the living room floor and taking my cock down her throat as I fucked her mouth. She was skillful (being somewhat older than me and well experienced), and I was enthusiastic about her, so it didn't take long for me to cum. She swallowed it down but I was enjoying myself so much I kept holding her head and fucking her mouth... and not long after I was cummi

Poetry in Motion (A guy meets a group of fellow fetishists for a memorable night of peeing antics.) There I was at the airport, soon to board a plane and that's when my nerves made me question everything. What the hell I was doing, having taken her up on the invitation to meet an exclusive group of fetishists for “pee fun” as she described it. Who was she? Who was Gold Poetry? The naughty tales and poems she posted were always a joy to read but was it even really a woman I'd spent seven months getting close to via private messaging on the forum? Was it a guy pretending,

I don't know where I am going with this but I will post a little more. ----------------- ----------------- Coleen smirked madly at me, and kissed me so feverishly that she left me breathless. "Coleen, please.. not here." I protested weakly as she aggressively unzipped my jeans. "Com'on Billy, you know you want it." "Don't deny her Billy." Megan giggled as she jumped on the expressway and headed towards the middle of the city. Not the seedy rundown part, but right into the middle of the ritzy skyscraper filled uptown. "So how long have you guys been togeth

Holy shit this series is incredible. I'm rather turned on now! I won't be as brave as Sarah but I've just ordered myself some PVC trousers online 😉 Thank you so much for sharing.

[ Part three - Continuing the story of news presenter Sarah Riley. This time deliberate desperation, wetting and pleasuring] Grinding Hog Day +2 Sarah woke with a start. Something didn’t feel right - like a bitter aftertaste left behind by her disturbed dreams. Memories of the wetting herself outside The Grinding Hog the previous night flooded back reminding he why she felt ill at ease. Strangely the actual wetting wasn’t the reason Sarah felt uneasy - actually that had been strangely pleasing. The thought of it being all over social media wasn’t so great though. Not

[Continuing the story of news presenter Sarah Riley. By some strange phenomenon finding herself again desperate and wetting] Grinding Hog Day +1 “So Saz, tonight it’s the grand opening of The Grinding Hog so you’re going to be on the spot. You’ll have read up on the brief right? Women’s only bar, oiled up guys dancing on the bar, that sort of thing. Should be right up your back alley. Why don’t you see if they’ll give you a VIP package?” “Ha, ha you’re so funny Nigel, look at the planner - Grinding Hog day was yesterday. Second February. Duh - today’s the third.” “W

These stories bring to mind the world famous Notting Hill Carnival in the UK. They construct wooden huts with perhaps 5 cubicles with a sort of door for the ladies (up a few steps and peeing into 5 ft high rubbish bins) and an open trough on the back wall of the hut where 4 or 5 men can stand side by side in full view of everyone on the street. For girls who love to watch men peeing it is paradise! And I know for a fact that lots do love it. The amount of drink consumed is enormous so a fun time for all pee lovers who go.

I have done this many times with an ex and currently a guy I've been seeing now. I'll sit on the toilet and he'll be standing in front of me peeing his stream between my legs. I love it when he pees on my clit. Sometimes he'll tease me and piss on my stomach or chest. I also love it when his stream sprays off to the sides accidentally peeing on my legs or something.

Before I learned you can pee right on your beach towel or sand chair without even being noticed, I would always venture to the water up to my waist and pee. I grew up near ocean that typically had no big waves. But if there were waves, I liked peeing when the big wave had washed over me and gone back out. While my body was out of the water. Much more visible and naughty but not like anyone would notice. 😊

There was a big student pub crawl in a city near me. They all pre-loaded on cheap booze from the supermarket before getting on the bus into town. I was near one of the bus stops in the town centre. Six girls ran down a dark alley, loosening their jeans as they went, as soon as they got off the bus. I waited a moment, then walked up the alley, as I had parked my car at the end of it. All six were squatting by the wall, both sides of the alley, naked from waist to knee, spraying the ground in front of them. 'Sorry!', they called out, as I walked past 'I was nearly wetting myself'. I told

I was not sure if I should post this here, or in the 'real pee sightings' thread, as it is very closely based on my memory of something I saw many years ago. It was a summer's evening in the city, warm and still light. I don't remember exactly why I was there and it is not important now. I was in the car, waiting for someone. It was going to be a long wait but I was in no hurry and that did not matter. I was in a relaxed mood, listening to the radio. I noticed there were two girls across the road, standing on the street corner. They looked like students, casually dressed and probably