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My funniest memory would be when my ex's sister used to take me horse riding with her. She had several horses kept in a barn she rented in a nearby village. One of the first few times I went with her I found myself increasingly uncomfortable mid way through the day, needing to urinate but there were no facilities. I mentioned to her that I needed to wee. She pointed to the other side of the barn to where some rectangular straw bales were stacked and said "go and sit over there, I'll be back in a few minutes". I assumed she was going to get the car and drive to a McDonald's a few miles away so

Less exciting and no pretty pictures I'm afraid but I also went for a bike ride, with my daughter. I don't have the distance stats but we rode for about 90 minutes each way at a leisurely pace . I live in the middle of a city so no beautiful views but we stopped half way to have a rest and eat sandwiches with our backs against a tree.

I don't know about the city centre, but I do enjoy a squat pee, I don't know why the but the unaimed willy and balls just hanging out whilst I go is fun. I've been meaning to find a nice quiet spot where I could explore it outside. I quite like the idea of having a tissue to dab it dry and drop in the puddle too, so it looks like a womans left it behind rather than a guy.

Anyone else routinely pee into their compost bin? Apparently male urine is better for this than female, but there's no reason for anyone not to add the nutrients ... the pic is from this morning

Just beautiful @gldenwetgoose. I miss the northern hills. It's so flat here in the fens - it can be beautiful in its own way, but ... To give you an idea, I went for a walk this afternoon after our chat before lunch - 6.64 miles at a leisurely pace (3.1mph average). Total ascent ... 21 feet.

Clearly understanding that you would never ‘demand’ photos, curiosity got the better of me this afternoon.... The results can be found at: https://peefans.com/topic/17459-role-reversal/ (Viewers of a sensitive disposition are warned there’s some male parts on show - magnifying glasses are available at all good retailers).

Just to get rolling (sorry, bad pun) after a chat this lunchtime, I decided I really should get out for a bike ride whilst the weather was good. I'm incredibly lucky to live in fairly rural area and I've got a few favourite routes - and a bit of elevation too. Here's a couple of photos from today's outing. I'm a bit out of practice though, the distance felt fine, but every hill seemed to be a complete slog. Oh, and the photos only show the pretty bits lol. Stats are: 19.3 miles (31km) / 1hr 22min / 1220ft elevation gain / 1300 calories burned

Yesterday the pee play repertoire of my wife and me was expanded a little. We have a system that has helped our physical intimacy, suggested by a counsellor a few years ago when we were going through a really bad patch. It involves scheduling ‘sessions’, which alternate between me and my wife (let’s call her K) deciding what each session will involve, and if necessary, setting things up – making the room warm, putting music on, lighting incense sticks – that sort of thing. It was my turn to decide / set up yesterday. In the past K has not really been into sharing a shower together – she

I always pee in the compost bin when I get the opportunity. It really helps it rot down. I sometimes have to empty the five gallon urine bottle from the composting toilet in to the compost too which can be interesting. It is not so nice being splashed with the contents of that as much as I like being splashed with my own pee!

Glad to know that I have inspired you. 👍🏻

When at home and using the toilet I usually sit, mainly to avoid splashes and drips on the floor. If I decide to pee in the garden I usually squat as I can be seen by a couple of houses if I stand up, plus it does feel more horny. It would be fun to squat for a lady but I like the view of a lady squatting in front of me so my preference would be that we both squat facing each other.

I'm not a physiologist, but I reckon the main issues here are strength of muscles, the effective diameter of the urethra at various places along the length including the external sphincter (some of these places are significantly affected by being erect) and in terms of duration of the stream as well as the pressure that can be applied, the size of the bladder (and how much is in it). All those things probably vary quite a bit. I remember when I was young being able to pee hard, fast and high, and this ability has declined hugely in recent years, along with the ability to hold. I'm pretty

I often pee sitting I find I often have to push down on the little guy to keep from peeing between the gap between the seat and bowl Especially if I'm hard

Susie was starting to think she had made a mistake. When her friend Jill called and invited her on a weekend camping trip, it sounded wonderful. Susie loved camping, and a weekend in the mountains could be just the thing to relieve some work stress. She had forgotten, however, about her new "problem." Susie was reminded the morning after agreeing to go, however. She was just coming out of a dream in which she was a lady of importance, a princess or a queen maybe. She was wearing a fancy gown, one of those big, poofy dresses that were common to royalty centuries ago. She was reclining in a

That is the best true tale I think I've read on here all year - brilliant @ukpeegirl86, love it

A Parkrun piss... This is a story I mentioned before. Back before the virus I used to go to Parkrun quite often, so these can have quite a lot of people at them sometimes. There are marshals at them and usually signs to a nearby public toilet, but they don't put any on special usually. I've been to a few different ones and once the one set of public toilets were out of use, so before the race had even started I had decided I will find a place to wee but there were marshals at the start so I'd have to search. I remember there was a storage building in the park surrounded by some trees and

If we are into peeing I'm sure you have other kinks that you enjoy along with your peeing let's hear what they are. I will start off. For me I have a panty fetish. So peeing and panties is what really makes it all work for me . Panties are as much of a turn on as seeing a woman pee. And a woman peeing her panties omg it sends me over the edge.

I know i already asked a simular thing but let's say you are out with a male friend and your bladder is bursting and when you are going to pee he asks if he can watch. ( this is a good friend not just a guy that you barely know) would you say yes or no? And for the ones that would say no if he then replied with " HAHAHA i was just messing with you haha you should have seen the look on your face do you really think i would want to do that?" Would you believe that it was just a joke? And would you tell your other friends about it? Im asking because i really want to ask my best friend if i can wa

I pee straight in the compost rather than use the toilet! I don't tend to use the compost toilet for No2, but should really.

I realised that I actually didn't even tell you what my reaction would be! Sorry. It would depend on several things, but I am here on this forum, so of course I love pee, so I would be very pleased for someone to want to watch.

I remember a horsey friend of my daughter saying that when they were at shows both her and her mother would go into the back of the horse box and pee into the hay bales. The thought made me very horny as they were effectively peeing where people could almost see them and mother and daughter were both peeing there

"It's hard to hide your intentions when your intentions are standing to attention..." Not mine, but I thought the quote was quite funny.

@sd91 Great stories, somehow I managed to miss the early ones so had some nice reading. I went to a half marathon a couple of years ago to support a friend. There were loads of guys peeing into the grass but sadly I didn't manage to spot any women.

I must say first of all, I'm no doctor at all and hence completely unqualified to give any medical advice. I would guess though - since pee is essentially water and any traces of products the kidneys didn't filter out, then when you drink someone else's pee then the result isn't going to be much different. A solution of water and traces entering your kidneys, perhaps a little more being filtered out and then passed into your bladder. From what I understand of anatomy, the urethra is in effect a tube from bladder to the outside world and the prostate surrounds it. I know they sa

Thanks!! I love my tinkle and I'm sure you would too!! 😇

@Ms. Tito isn’t going to piss into your shoes unless you ask nicely

No. Why would I? I don't need a penis, do I? 🤣

lol.

Only once not too long ago. Surprisingly, I panicked for a fraction of a second before thinking "Actually, I don't give a frig."

It's difficult to think of a single best experience. One time I was in the city late at night. I noticed a couple of girls walking home together. I guessed they had been dancing. The taller one, in a yellow dress was supporting the shorter (and prettier), in a blue knee-length dress. The curly-haired blonde in the blue dress had a lop-sided hem, so it was shorter on one side than the other, but it was very sexy; lacy, flimsy and short. The blonde was hobbling. She must have bought the dress and shoes new that day, and the shoes were painful. She kicked them off, picked them up,

I would be honoured to be considered for a role as guide and courteous chaperone.....

I definitely would like to try the Vauxhall urinal. In broad daylight would be fine. As long as I have a male chaperone to keep me safe. I'll bet some of the mature gents (I mean mature as in attitude as opposed to chronological age) on this website would enjoy being my male chaperone.

Drake's Island, which lies off the sea front of my home city of Plymouth UK, pretty much near the start of the Tamar estuary....

A beautiful coastal scene......

As we get older we may forget some of the wonder up in the skies and take it for granted. But who amongst us has never looked up in the sky and wondered at the full moon? It is worth remembering some of the awe we felt as we gazed upon it.....

In an alleyway in our city behind a bin (trashcan for our American urophile friends). We were walking home from the brewery visit and instead of using the station lavatories and risking covid, we decided to use an alleyway that we have used a few times before. It actually felt quite daring because the alleyway is wide and well lit. Anyone walking past would have known exactly what we were up to - though they wouldn't have been able to see us below the waist. Added to this, it's bordered by a busy pub with large windows and the pub's beer garden. No one saw us, though. I released a

I actually have a really funny story about this one. Me and me mates were going to a festival and granted there were a lot of people peeing everywhere it was heaven! But anyway i was dressed as a girl i had a dress, a push up bra, make up and really nicely made cute hairstyle (i still had my rock hair at this time it was long like halfway back long) and now well most of you are probably wondering why? Well because i lost a bet to me mates and so it happend now there i was peeing behind a bush just lifting up the dress when a group of 6 girls came to the same bush to pee and one of them just go

This one not only relates the Rolling Stones incident, but another one of my favourite sixties icons, Jim Morrison. Oh yes. I can imagine him, inebriated and bloated with booze, unzipping the iconic leather pants and producing his celebrated cock, showering the bar with his hot piss whilst everyone stared, torn between outraged shock and voyeuristic titillation. I'll bet a few ladies went home wet between the legs that night. Speaking of which... https://www.nme.com/blogs/nme-blogs/golden-arches-eight-musicians-whove-unashamedly-pissed-in-public-14326

Even that has to be done somehow without a toilet in our apartment. We usually deal with this situation by using an area of the bathroom (where the toilet should be) which is lined with newspaper to go onto, there is also an empty bucket to use.This is then disposed of in a plastic bag with the tissues and thrown in the rubbish. We sometimes take advantage of proper facilities elsewhere when the opportunity presents itself. Not ideal but it serves the purpose.

Sorry for the delay in replying, I wanted to be at home in private to write this. Firstly, thank you for your interest and understanding about my pretty unique situation and I hope the following will answer your queries. I live in the family apartment with only my dad now but there used to be three of us until a couple of months ago when my sister moved out to an apartment of her own (with a toilet)! My mum sadly died around 3 years ago. Indeed, this apartment is what I have called home since childhood and I have always known it to be toilet-less. The apartment itself is the first f

Hello everyone, nice to have arrived on here. I was tipped off about this site very recently. I am turned on by all aspects of male piss, having developed a fascination with it from a very young age. Guys randomly pissing, especially in public away from the toilet, has always been a major turn on for me..

Some of you might be interested in how I learned to pee standing up as a female. Well, it was my male playmate who taught me. Aged around five or so, we were playing in the street, kicking a ball around, and I suddenly announced that I needed a wee and I turned to go back into my house and use the bathroom. My friend ran after me asking "Do you want to have a wee in my garden?" I wasn't so sure. I had weed outside before but only with an adult holding me. I hadn't tried to do it myself before. "I don't think I can," I replied to my friend. "Only if I'm held." I remember feeling a bit upse

This is the next letter from Elaine. This letter contains naughty peeing, deliberate wetting, masturbation, and sex. Dear Wet Carpet, It's me again, your favorite naughty librarian. I continue to receive really sweet messages from other members, including some invitations should I ever choose to share my wetting experiences with anyone other than my friend and coworker Sharon. I even received a message from a very sweet lady who said she hosts parties at which the restrooms are closed to anything other than number two and party members are encouraged to be creative and advent

I have a little freedom. I guess I can pee anywhere if it's cleaned up straight away but carpet takes a while to dry and I can only have fun when the kids are in bed.

So when we were hiking there was a lack of toilets as we were in the woods and the hills for the most part. Me and Emilia (who i talked about before) are very outdoorsy, so when we had to go, we just said to the others and went off by ourselves. Same with the camp too as we were a literal 5 minute walk away so its a lot of hassle just for a wee, and with everyone on the wine there was plenty of weeing. Now the other two girls seemed to wait until there was a bathroom available. This was every few hours as we would end up in a village or just at a shop. However, there was one point during

Over the weekend I was doing a hiking trip with some friends and we were put in the middle if nowhere all day and over one night too. This means one thing... women weeing in bushes and watering the wilderness. There were 4 of us in total, and all girls. This is a photo of me during the afternoon weeing into the stream. It's a bit shaky because I didn't want my friends looking over and realising I was photographing myself pissing. This way it just looked like I was scrolling through Facebook while relieving myself... I was wearing a loose short summer dress as we were just relaxing by

The trip home was a good one. It was about 5am and I was by myself heading home. With 20 minutes before the bus home even turns up I needed a wee again. The streets were quite quiet with a few taxis and some people wandering about. I saw a quieter street of houses, all of the front yards had hedges and fences, so a bit drunk and desperate I decided I was going to piss in a garden. Walking down this empty road on a Saturday July night I chose this garden with no fence and a tall row of hedges. Using the same trick as earlier that night in the field I entered the front yard, slipping off my