Sinna 2pee4you

Okay nice :)

Hey Lizz,

thanks for everything. You deserve it!

That was sudden :/ She helped me get started. I had many questions she answered. You could say she was a psychological mentor for me in the beginning, now it's time for the next generation.I am doing my best :P Good luck Lizz!

sounds great

Hey, thanks for that story. Inspires me to also try a 1 sentence short-story sometime. @holyknight3 did you finish your story yet? :)

Added a brand new story to 2pee4you.com :) Anyone still interested in contributing a story, there is also a submit story link on the page now where you can send it in quite easily.

Oh I didn't see it as a complaint, just wanted to explain. But I guess explaining can easily be seen as defending.

It doesn't matter, because I just changed the pages and now it should be clear. I might need to change the text though, I just quickly put that in place to prevent any confusion about the quality.

Great idea!Only some of the vids are a little grainy..but its very good!

I wrote the frontpage text yesterday to explain that but I guess I have to make a new category and clearly state and divide the ND videos from other videos that I will add

They are compressed to sizes smaller than 10MB. The SD and HD version can be bought in my store. I created these for people with no money so they could at least get an idea of what I am up to. Since file grabbers let people download and steal everything, it is sadly not possible for me to offer better qualities of my "premium" videos (that I pay my bills with). I tried and 60 videos were immediately hacked and put on youtube, so I won't do that ever again.

Hence the ND (no definition) idea. But yes, I see that I need to state that more clearly.

The drop down menu repeats itself

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Thanks, I fixed it although I think it's a bug in the theme because I had to disable the top left tiny menu. Since no one will be using that though, this is better :) Thank you for spotting that

Added the option to submit your own stories

Hello!

After opening the thread about writing a story about me (http://peefans.com/threads/the-day-i-met-sexysinna.5987/#post-80196), I realized that I could also offer a place to share the story specifically with my fans. So I created a website the past 2 days and I think I am ready to let you test it and give me feedback - if you like. I'll be adding more content after everything was checked and you tell me it works as it is. Otherwise, I would need to adjust all content retroactively and that would be a lot of work

If you like to help improve the site, just freely voice any advise about anything and I can consider it. Also tell me about display issues in different browsers and devices please. I checked on a few, but I don't have all browsers or smartphones / tablets, so my testing was limited.

When you like the page, please also tell me so I can start adding more content.

If you would like to add content, I accept all stories you wish to share and of course will give full credit. Videos and pictures can be a problem because of copyrights and server bandwidth.

I set up a little bit of advertisement to test funding the website. It would be cool if it paid for it's costs one day. Please tell me about anything you find troublesome about any ads or monetization as well. I can change and remove anything, because it's not meant to bother you in the worst case, I'll remove all ads and pay for the site myself or maybe put up a donate button (although these have proven to not work very well, if at all).

The site can be found here:

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Don't forget: it's just 2 days old and basically an early alpha version! Report anything that doesn't work or that bothers you in any way. I appreciate it.

Inspired by your writings and enthusiasm with which you tackled that "The day I met Sinna" theme, I just felt like writing a story myself. But how would I be able to participate, after all, I can't meet myself, can I?

Here is my effort:

Sinna meets Sinna

It was a beautiful sunny day in late April. The birds were chirping happily and a flair of creativity lingered around the streets. I was feeling hungry, but I didn't want to stay at home. I wanted to enjoy nature and some good, traditional food.

So I left the house, walked barefoot across the warm streets to a food truck just at the edge of a large park with a small lake and beautiful, yet artificially created, landscape. I ordered a light meal with a delicious sauce and a bottle of water. It was ice cold water and the guys at the truck only had big 2 liter bottles left.

A bottle was cheap at $2, so I bought one despite it being too much for me to drink. With that bottle and a full stomach, I realized that I was actually well prepared to take a walk in the park, maybe even find a quiet spot to rest a little.

After walking around the little lake, I left the artificial pathways and went to a large tree further away. Thinking back, it was in the middle of nowhere really. I sat down against the tree on the sunny side – it would have been too cold to sit in the shadow and I wanted to charge up on some sun-energy anyway.

While I sat there, watching the surrounding, observing some ducks and pigeons, I dozed off a little. I didn't fully fall asleep – at least I think so – but I was a little numbed from the food intake. That's when I heard myself talking to me.

I know it sounds strange, but it was definitely my voice. It wasn't just IN my head, like usual thinking. It was somehow coming from the outside. You know, when you are thinking, or talking to yourself in your head, you KNOW that it's you. But this felt like it wasn't me. It was someone else, but with my voice and, well, since there was no one around it must have been me. Somehow. Right?

This voice started to tease me a little. It said "Sinna, why are we so boring?". I didn't "reply" at first – I mean, HOW do you reply to someone who is you, but who doesn't feel like you and, you know – I was a little confused.

Then my hand moved. I swear, my right hand, which had rested on the neck of the water bottle, which was standing between my legs, gently grabbed the bottle and pushed it against my crotch. I wore some light leggings and normal cotton panties underneath, so I felt the bottle against my... you know. Against my... self. My.. womanhood.

The hand moved so diligently that I didn't stop it. It's like someone pulling at a blanket that you sleep on. If they pull gently enough, you won't wake up, right? You'll just roll over and let it happen.

This.. I don't know. This other me was pulling at my inner blanket so to speak. It was cautiously manipulating my body so that I wouldn't "wake up" and resist.

The hand – excuse me, MY hand, was sliding that cold water bottle softly up and down my crotch. Actually, if I had been naked, it would have slid just between my lips. It was right at that perfect spot – obviously, my other me knew how to handle myself.

The water bottle had been so cold when I bought it that water had condensed on the surface of the plastic. By having the bottle touch up – I wouldn't say grinding, but it was a firm touch – against my leggings, the water soaked into the fabric. My hand turned the bottle so that all the water from the whole circumference would stroke off into my crotch. It did that in such a slow manner, that my .. you know.. lips .. were gently pushed to the side, revealing just a micro part of my clitoris. That very sensitive part that I had barely "used" in my non-existent and boring self-sexual life. I had merely discovered it once, by accident, a few years ago and never got it out to play ever since. Back then it didn't really feel good when I touched it. It was just TOO sensitive and hurt a little.

The exposed micro part of my clitoris was just brushed against lightly by that bottle, cushioned by those two layers of clothes I wore and, I admit, quite a bit of hair that I had growing wildly there. It didn't cross my mind back then to do anything about all that hair. No one ever saw that place anyway, so why bother?

When that touch started, it didn't feel awkward. In fact, it felt.. like spring. I don't know. I could feel the smell of delicious food, I could feel the birds chirping, I could feel this amazing sensation that I had never felt before.

And it was just starting. With the continuous turning of the bottle, the feeling was getting better. Yes, even better than it already was. The cold from the bottle and the wetness .. from the water I guess.. added to that unique sensation. I didn't know what was going on, but my hand continued to turn the bottle and push it gently into my crotch and it all just felt smooth.

Then my heart started pounding heavily.. like... in my throat! I felt like there was an alien trying to deliver itself from my chest.. I started sweating heavily.. I heard myself breathe. It seemed as if a storm rushed through my airways, over and over. My head felt light, I saw some white spots in the surrounding nature, as if I had stared into the sun for too long.

I was not afraid. Instead, I felt relaxed. A thunderstorm is rocking your body, but you feel more and more relaxed. Is that normal? I guess it's as normal as having someone talking to you and touch yourself with yourself – and that someone be you.

I got so relaxed that I thought I'd pass out any second, but instead, all of a sudden, a shock of PURE ENERGY electrified my body. As if a nuclear reactor had had a catastrophic meltdown, concentrated into the size of a grain of rice – my clitoris.

Instead of exploding, the enormous amount of energy was diverted into the most amazing fibre network in the world. The only network that could take a hit from such a devastating nuclear reaction without getting destroyed. The system would "merely" overclock and get out of control – my nervous system, charged into every last cell of my body.

The control room – my brain – would get seriously hit and shaken, it would become unstable for a while, but it wouldn't break.

The energy had to be discharged somehow though, so my body was shaking as if I had a serious epileptic shock. I bit my lip and tongue, blood and saliva ran down my chin as I helplessly wet myself with a powerful urine stream that must have shredded my panty and leggings. Like a huge earthquake had hit my body with the epicenter in my bladder. An eruption and relief that I had never felt before. I was but a witness from the inside, as I couldn't do anything than feel.

Everything had been out of control, so my body shut down as a safety precaution. At least that's how I would explain my very first orgasm today.

I just wasn't prepared for it, neither was my mind, my body and whatever was moving my hand that had established itself inside my world of thoughts – and manifested in motor activity that had led to this amazing total meltdown.

Then everything turned black and the chirping bird noises faded... I had "suffered" a knockout orgasm.

I woke up. I felt cold and warm at the same time, the sun was grazing my skin... when I heard keys getting dropped. What?

I opened my eyes. I was in a flat! Shit. I wanted to jump up and hide but then I noticed that I felt so light underneath this brown blanket that was covering me half-way. I took a quick peak – and was not wearing anything below the waist..

What was going on?! I pushed the blanket down from the outside with a hand resting on top of my crotch - just to be sure - and sat up, expecting whoever just returned home to whatever place I was in. Was I a hostage? Did someone.. sexually assault.. oh no. I wanted to start crying.. okay, I'll be honest. I started crying. I did sit straight up though. I braced myself as well as I could.

Then I heard steps come closer. The door opened and...

The End

written by Sinna 24mar-2016

© 2pee4you, www.sexysinna.com

Hey there :)

no no, it's all up to you. Like the content of the story, you decide on everything, including the time you take to write. I will happily read every story and might be able to make some pictures for stories that can go onto my page, to make them a little visual. Only if the writer agrees though. So take your time, I hope a lot of stories pour in over time and I'll keep this open as long as I am able to.

Just tell me if you want a deadline - I know that problem of never getting things done when there is no deadline :P

I like how your character admits that he couldn't help looking :) First turning away, but then, closer by, looking at the lips. Naughty :) I also think you captured me quite well when I had something to drink. It could very well happen that, in a situation like that, I run my hand over that bulge just to tease. I guess I wouldn't give back the used hanky though :P (not unless I know that the guy is into pee). Thanks for writing!

*applause* what did I start here - I just finished reading, no, actually I was just reading the last paragraphs of another story that was submitted to me directly a few hours ago, when I got the forum message that you posted something. Coming here I didn't expect a full story!

I expected your story to go in a totally different direction at first, with the girls leaving and us two alone at the bar, I thought we would do something together - well, we did. But something that I didn't expect. You inviting me over to wet your flat. Which is really so naughty.. and I must admit, filming it to be able to watch it back and sell it in my studio would be so hot. I might have asked you permission to masturbate on your couch, off camera, after that carpet scene.. I would probably be too shy to get you involved in anything on my own :O

P.S. You had me puzzled with "Did she recognise recognition in my expression?" but after reading that 2 times I got it :P

It's not mandatory. Besides, I write stories and I don't know any site that gives you anything in return, let alone premium videos.

I was thinking.. what if I met a customer.. let this be fictional at first.

You write stories themed "the day I met sexysinna" where you describe anything you would dream of happening that day, hour.. it's up to you. The setting - hotel room, at my home, at your house, in a park, train, restaurant.. also up to you. Flirting, wetting together, wetting together in public, wet sex.. extreme watersports, everything is up to your imagination.

I would post the best / most arousing stories on my homepage - with your permission and full credit of course. The stories would not only be arousing to me, but might be a blueprint for a fun day - one day...

I can also imagine writing a sort of "from my point of view" story as a reply to the best story.

If this doesn't belong in the stories forum, sorry. I thought most story writers would be here :)

You can get some inspiration in my picture thread here.

Didn't want to start a new thread for this specifically, but had to vent for a second. I can't stand it when C4S sites pop up selling clips that are just scenes from older watersports videos. If the owner / producer of the video chooses to do it, I suppose that's his right (Mike Hott Video comes to mind, selling clips from early 2000 titles "Pissing and Other Cool Stuff" volumes 1 & 2).

However, the latest is resale clip site is "Liquid Gold". I'm not even sure the producer or owner is behind it. I didn't fall for purchasing any of the clips as I'm old enough to remember when this series of 19 videos was released. It bothers me that some people will purchase these clips thinking it is new content. Just seems like there should be some rule that states if the content isn't original, where it originally came from. Like a disclaimer of sorts. Ok, rant over.

I find this very interesting. There are stores who publish compilations of their last few clips every week, which I don't even like because of the same reason you mention. It's basically reselling your old content and people who already bought the clips might buy the compilation. When I make a compilation (and I rarely do that), I always try to add all the clips (with links) that are used and also mention filenames, so people can check their hard drives.

In this case, the seller would have to have the copyright or a reseller license to sell these videos. Everything else would be illegal. I think, keeping in mind recent events, that you should contact the c4s support about this. A legit studio won't have any problems with a concern like this.

I also think it's great for the community that experienced buyers like you can warn people about this. I welcome this, because if people feel cheated after buying pee clips, that could mean they don't come back to c4s, which would also affect me personally.

Is a toilet! I know this sounds dumb, but I really didn't notice it before. I kept wondering what that greenish white favicon meant and how it was tied to girls peeing.. now it's obvious lol :P

WOW what an amazing story Sinna do you have anymore ?

Yes, I am writing when I find the time:

http://watchgirlspeeing.com/threads/tiny-bathrooms.4971/

http://watchgirlspeeing.com/threads/wet-dream-story-with-lesbian-pee-love.845/

http://www.sexysinna.com/story-ways-enjoy/

Wondering in the woods

It was a hot, sunny day and I am from the countryside, so I decided to take a hike in the woods. The woods are cool and refreshing, but the hiking still makes me sweat. I like it when my top gets a little wet and then the air cools me down.

I was just 5 minutes into the woods when I noticed that I had to pee soon. I was usually drinking water all day when it was hot like that. After another 15 minutes I started to look for places where I could go pee. It was not urgent yet, so I took my time.

10 minutes later I really started to feel the urge right at my pee pee hole. There was a pressure mounting. Just when I wanted to go into the bushes, a hiker showed up on the path, coming towards me. I could not go right now and I could also not show how badly I needed to pee. The time it took for him to pass me seemed like forever, with my bladder approaching bursting point any second now.

A quick greeting would help distract the man from my bodily state, I hoped.

"Hello"

"Hello"

"Is this the way towards Waynesworth?"

*oh no, he was asking me something!*

"Uhm, yes, if you continue on this path for another 30 minutes, you will find a sign that has Waynesworth on it"

"Great, thank you! Would you mind if I had a sip of water from you? I got a little lost and have no water left."

*oh noo.. this takes too long, I need to peeeee!!*

"Oh, yes of course, take my bottle."

We had to wait for him to finish drinking. The water bubbling through the bottle made me crazy. I had to pee soo badly. A rush of urgency overcame me. I felt it would shoot out with such power that I might even rip my panty. I had to do something in a split second and I..

.. grabbed my crotch. Really hard and deep with one hand. I bent over slightly as well and turned a little to the side, so he would not notice.

But it was too little too late as he asked:

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I just need to pee"

"Oh, sorry, I won't bother you any longer"

*yes, I might be able to dash into the bushes and make it*

"Alright, see you"

"I hope so. You are a beautiful woman"

"Oh, thank you. That was sweet, I really can't wait any longer though"

*I feel pee in my crotch, it's getting warmer down there*

I started to make a run for it and just left him standig there.

An ocean of hot pee was trying to get out of my tiny pee hole and I just could not hold it any longer. Barely 5 meters further uphill, with the best immediate cover I could find – which was just a small branch – I pulled my hiking skirt up, squatted and just let the pee flow through my panty and spandex leggings.

Ohh what a relief. It was so powerful, I almost felt like disturbing the animals in the woods. What a gusher. A wide spread, thick stream unloaded onto the ground and quickly carved a hole. It filled with pee, overflowed and a small pee stream started flowing downhill.

It became bigger and bigger as I just could not stop peeing. I was broken, my bladder had won and all the pee could just flow freely.

As I finished, I fet like I had peed for 3 minutes straight. I was actually standing at the edges of a huge puddle that had formed between my legs. Had it not been for the pee river down the hill, I would have soaked my shoes.

My brain started to work again and I realized the situation I was in.

Just when I thought: "How do I clean myself now?"

I heard a voice behind me

"That must have felt good. Do you need a handkerchief?"

I immediately started to blush and by the time I turned around, my face was as red as a tomato.

"I.. uhm.. ah.. hum... well.. would you mind turning around then?"

*I feel happy. This guy had just basically watched me have an orgasm of pee here in the woods. The weather is great, I am young, I feel free*

"No, sure. Of course I will turn around, don't worry"

I took his bag of tissues and went a little further up the hill again. There was a plateau of sorts with some bushes against a large rock, about 4 meters high. The space in between the bushes and the rock was perfect to undress and clean up without anyone noticing – now that I knew of at least one person that was in the area.

I took off my shoes, my socks were soaked, so I took them off as well. Then I removed the leggings. They were so wet that it felt heavy. I quickly took off my panty, letting it slide from my bare feet.

Stepping out of my panty, I bent over to start cleaning my feet. After a while - I had just cleaned up to my knees - I felt something falling on my back and it sounded full of energy.

I got up and felt it fall up my back onto the back of my head and now right onto my head. Now it felt like a shower and right at that moment, I noticed the water spattering around me.

"Hey!!" I shouted, trying to look up.

Then it stopped. I heard nothing. Just birds chirping. I looked around, there was no one there.

"What a stupid prank" I thought. "Now I need to change completely"

Luckily, I had another pair of panties – I am a woman after all – and a jogging suit in reserve. I kept that in my bag in case I stayed out longer and it got late and cold.

*I could actually get dressed well enough to get back home on bare feet*

I unzipped my vest, removed my top and just started contemplating whether I needed to take off the sports bra as well, when I noticed something strange.

There was a smell of pee.

Of course I had just peed myself, so that was not unusual in itself, but I had one of these rare moments when you instantly feel a hot sensation in your clitoris, your vagina gets wet, you breathe a little faster and your head gets warm. I got aroused! Why?!

Is being naked in the woods and realizing that I would be totally bare after unhooking my bra a fetish of mine that I did not know about? I.. I was unsure, so I quickly felt up my vagina, sticking a finger half way in. Oh yes, I was so wet and open.. I was like a female who got biologically ready to mate.

But with whom? Haha, I started smiling at the random thought.

Then I heard a noice. I quickly ducked behind the bushes:

"Who is there?" I asked.

"It's me" a familiar-sounding voice answered.

*oh no, THAT guy again, why has he not walked on?*

"You found a nice spot. I need to pee, you know, I'll just go over there." he continued.

I stayed in my hideout, but the guy was walking towards me! I could see a little bit through the bushes, but only enough to see small parts of the person. I heard him stop just outside of my bush-wall. Then..

*what the fuck??*

He unzipped and took out a rather big penis. I am serious, I am not writing this to make it sound like a cheap pornographic act, I am just telling you the truth. And I remember very well, that he had impressed me at that moment.

He aimed his penis towards.. Me!! ?? Before I could say anything, a strong stream drilled through the leaves and the split streams and loose spatters of pee hit me all over my body. I raised my hand across my face and made a surprised sound like "ahh" or something, not worth mentioning any further, but that was my reaction.

He just continued.

*This could not be a coincidence.. he knew that I was hiding here.. what is going on?*

I somehow did not say anything. I was just too.. overwhelmed, shocked, aroused, naked. I meant to go for a hike, now look what has happend in the past 5 minutes!

He finished, then I heard him walk around the bushes to the right side, where you could get to where I was.

I quickly took my pile of clothes and tried to cover myself, awaiting him to see me soon. I heard him approach.

"Look at you", he said. "You are completely wet, haha!" he laughed, then came closer and bowed down to the side of my head. He whispered into my ear "and I mean... ..completely"

My face turned red again, I could feel it. I was anxious, surprised, flabbergasted and still fairly naked somewhere in the woods. Drops of pee were dripping slowly from my pubic hair onto the leaves below. Not my own pee.

It was silent and we both could literally hear how wet I was.

*I can't talk. What is going on*

I could not talk anymore. I wanted to, but it didn't happen. How do you talk? It's pretty much automatic, but it didn't "start". There was not much time to talk anyway..

"Don't be scared. This is a comfortable place. Our bodies will explain this to each other" he whispered into my ear again.

I felt a cold shiver run down my back. Something that can make me a little wet by itself sometimes"

*What does he mean by that?*

While I was thinking, he held his hand over my eyes so I could not see anymore.

Gently.

He was very gentle and had a soft voice, I have to give him that.

And he pushed me a little backwards. I was sitting on my heels initially. He increased the pressure and I felt his other hand firmly support the back of my head.

He pushed me back and I rolled off on my back. Then he gently laid my head down, removing the hand below. He still covered my eyes with his other hand and now he did something.

*What should I do? CAN I do something?*

I heard a zipper, then felt a finger on my lips. A pretty big finger. My mouth was halfway open so I could breathe more comfortably with the hand putting a little pressure on my nose.

Then it got warm on my lip, around my mouth, down my neck, towards my ears, on my cheeks and in my mouth.

*Soup?*

"You can drink it" he said.

I was relieved, he was just taking care of me. Really sweet. Maybe some chinese tea or strange soup? I did not know.

I drank some of it.

I did notice a pee smell again though, but I was lying with my pee drenched clothes on my belly on my back in pee that he had just shot through the bushes..

*wait a minute. He had just peed towards me, so why should he take care of me now?*

"I will remove my hand now, you can open your eyes, but you don't have to. Our bodies don't need vision to talk"

*this is either going to be great or the biggest mistake of my life*

I left my eyes closed. Then the finger pushed a little onto my lip. I opened my mouth to approach it with my tongue. Just to feel it. I went around the tip with my tongue when I realized "oh my god, it's.. could it be??"

I took it into my mouth and closed my lips around it. Definitely, this was no finger. This felt more like a man's penis.

I had only tasted one two times before, when I tried blowjobs with some youth boyfriend as a teenager. But I did not like it back then and I thought he did not need it either, his penis was always hard anyway.

I was never a really sexual person.

I just did it a few times because everyone did it. Just to be cool, you know?

But this was different. This penis was getting bigger only now that I had put my lips around it. He was also pushing it a little further in.

It suddenly felt warm again. This time I knew it right away. He was peeing into my mouth. I let it out through my lips, along his penis, down my cheeks and ears – I was still lying on my back.

The hot sensation between my legs happened another time.

*I obviously get aroused by pee?!*

He was finished just after a small spurt, then he started to go in and out of my mouth. I let him, I even tried to take it in and out with my lips and tongue. I think he enjoyed it, because I heard him breathe more heavily.

His penis was throbbing and really hard now. I used my hands - I had forgotten that I had them – to cover my vagina with the clothes from my belly. The damp clothes felt exciting on my genitals and I decided to slide a hand underneath to feel my pussy.

It was throbbing and swollen, slippery wet - not only on the inside - and it felt amazing when I touched it.

*Wow, what is going on with my body?*

Now, in hindsight – using my mouth to stimulate a man's penis is not as arousing in itself than you might think. I don't get sexual stimulation out of it. But the thought of being used here, lying in my pee, having just wet myself - it was such an arousing thought.

I mean, I had caused this. It was my fault. I wet myself more or less in front of a stranger, then didn't notice him. I kind of lured him here!

*Poor guy, I think he earned this*

I felt so cheap and actually humiliated, being naked in this pee place with a strangers dick in my mouth. I mean: he had peed into my mouth and I drank it. His AND my pee were drying on my skin – everywhere.

However, this was the most arousing feeling I had ever felt. It was so intense that I took control of me. My body was obviously showing heavy signs of arousal and it was matching my brain. I got lost in my own space. Eyes closed, focussing on sensations. The penis comig in, sliding over my wet and soft tongue, grinding along my cheek, between my teeth, touching the soft spots back in my throat, then leaving at just the right moment for everything to get back to normal, then sliding in again, throbbing, searching, essentially violating.

Violating my soul in a way that I was getting more and more lost in my own quest to reach orgasm.

I was now rubbing my clit at a steady pace with firm pressure. Juices were flowing from my vagina, I felt the sticky fluid between my ass cheeks, running down.

Now there was a pressure on my clothes-pile. Something was making it's way through. Slowly, but soon enough his hand reached my hand. I think it was only now that he realized I was touching myself.

The clitoris being taken care of by myself, he slid his hand further down and – unconventional for this gental "giant", he started to enter me with his fingers quite eagerly.

Sloppy wet sounds were now not only coming from my mouth, which was dripping pee and saliva left and right, but even more so from my vagina.

I had the cold wet clothes pile on top, so it was hushed, but being able to feel both spots intensely, I could enjoy the full experience either way.

He was getting a little wilder.

*Poor guy, I made him go crazy when he realized I was pleasing myself*

I was happy. He knew he was safe. What a risk did he taken. I could have said no at any time. I could - and normally would have - reacted totally differently. At least I had always thought that I would never end up with a stranger in a position even remotely like this, because I would stop it way earlier.

But the connection of circumstances that day had just led this way and it was good. I felt safe and I felt needed, wanted, hungered for. The way he used his fingers inside me, the velocity of his movements, everything pointed towards the secure assumption that he was pleased with what I was offering, which made me feel proud of myself.

"Take me inside" he said. "Please"

and surprising to you and me, at this point, I automatically talked. Like people always do. I was functioning again!

I guess it was because he said please, which conveyed a certain weakness, actually a weakness bordering on kindness in my experience back then.

Him showing this kindness made me feel in control of myself again.

He removed his penis from my mouth and I immediately started missing the feeling. I wanted that combination, those two spots. One where I get used more, but he gets pleasured. The other where I get pleasured two ways while he has to do some work. They were balanced.

"No." I said, smiling, hoping he would have his eyes open.

I still had mine closed.

"Come here" I said, with an impudent tone.

And I found his penis where I imagined it would be, grabbed it firmly and put it back into my mouth.

*It feels really nice in my hand: firm, thick, soft and manly at the same time*

It felt the same in my mouth and I felt good pleasuring it.

He was not fighting my decision. It was an egoistic decision, ignoring his wish to enter me right there and then, I had him use his hand to do the dirty work instead. Poor guy, but he did not need much stamina, as I was very aroused already.

I felt myself approach orgasm and the atmosphere got more dense. My mind focused on that one big feeling approaching.

*A little like that huge pee pressure earlier*

It was coming. There was no doubt. As sure as I had peed my pants, I would orgasm here in the woods, under a pile of wet clothes, fingered by a man or at least someone with two hands and a penis.

"Ohhh.. yeeeeeeeees" "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" "Shiiiiiit" "Ohhrhchr myyyyyyyyy god"

I came intensely and loud. No, I didn't know that I would swear like that, sorry! I had never exploded like that before. Not even close.

That "Ohhrhchr" was not a typo, it was my sore throat trying to utter a last, loud sound after the brutal energy of my first full blown pee orgasm had hit me and it was not like an Oohhhhhhh it was more like a gargling Ohhrhchr.

I was riding his finger, grinding my vagina up and down with my hips, vigorously using my mouth on him - when I came.

Now that I lay there defenseless, totally exhausted, I let my arms fall to the sides and stretched my legs.

"Ohhh that was amazing.. now you can do to me whatever you want" I said, actually yawning during the "whatever", because of exhaustion.

I did not hear anything. Instead, I felt drops on my neck, breasts and belly. I think one hit me right in my belly button. A loud, manly moaning could be heard. I heard it beter in my right than in my left ear.

Then he walked towards my feet, I was ready for everything. However, my anticipation faded when I noticed the steps going further away.

I opened my eyes and wanted to see where he was going, but when I opened the lids, I was looking directly into the bright sun, because there were no trees on the rock to block it.

Blinded for a moment, I rubbed my eyes and sat up. When I could see a little, no one was there anymore. I could not just jump up, as my body was numb from the orgasm. I saw the pile of clothes on my lap and on there was a big load of white goo.

*He came on my pee clothes*

It was obvious. He had ejaculated onto my clothes rather than my mouth or breasts. The drops I had felt were just landing early on their way to the pile. Essentially, he would have hit my vagina if it hadn't been for the clothes.

*haha*

I felt relief. I had somehow gotten into this and I had survived the situation. My parents had warned me about a lot of things and on top of that list were men in a 1 on 1 situation out in the woods.

But I was lucky. No violence, at least not towards me – I don't know what would have happened if I had said "no". No pregnancy, I felt good, I was satisfied, I actually had had the best orgasm ever, I found out that pee could make my vagina ready for mating and I was proud of my unique experience.

The sun was shining and I was naked in the woods.

Everything was alright. I smiled and dreamed about the act that had just taken place between the two human genders.

*this was the most arousing thing ever*

I concluded, got up, took a quick pee to get the bacteria out of my urethra (it actually even felt great to pee after that stimulation), put on my jogging suit, stuffed all the "sexed" and pee wet clothes into my backpack and went back to the path.

"There you are"

*Whaaaaat??*

the guy from earlier ran down the path from the direction I came from.

"I still had your bottle, sorry! I had walked on quite a bit and couldn't get back here sooner. I ran all the way."

"I uhm.."

*What is going on? This guy is really exhausted and I am not sure he sounds like the one who touched me*

"J..just put it down, I'll pick it up later"

"Well okay then, thanks again"

He put the bottle down and left towards the direction he had come from. I actually needed to go the same way, but I was a little shocked and hesitant.

If he had just told the truth... who had been THAT guy I just had had some sort of pee sex with?

*Was that a wet stain on his pants or just a shadow?*

I was wondering in the woods.

The End

written by Sinna 22nov-2015

© 2pee4you, www.sexysinna.com

Well it's a real shame that the blog is down. There were many members still on there who had a connection to wpb (wetpantsboy, the original owner). However, I am sure many have "stranded" here and in other communities, so it should be possible to find some "veterans" who know more.

wetpantsboy.com later taken over and called poopeelife by the new owner, pooalexa (a poo person), who then made it into a paysite, which she PROMISED she never would do when she messaged all of the members after the takeover. The old owner didn't envision that (and I don't think it was supposed to be that way) so he decided to get his latest backup and register wetpantsfun, essentially putting up the latest version of wetpantsboy that he had (but without the videos, which would have taken up too much space), while poopeelife - with all the videos, other content and of course 50000+ registered (not all active) members, became a paysite and basically took over all the content that had been collected by wetpantsboy members for free, over many years.

Now poopeelife still exists, but with lots of poop content and not the easiest crew. I got banned there as well as many many others for tiny stuff that normal moderators / owners would never ban anyone for. Some got banned because they deserved it I guess, but most didn't. Look at their empty forum. Anything you post that could be understood wrong by the hostile woman owning it now will get you banned without warning. It's a joke and nothing of the old community is left. It's tyranny for money and many people are sad or upset about it.

Wetpantsboy, later wetpantsfun, was only online for a few weeks after the "retry". Without the videos but with funding from many members, the owner later decided it was too much of an investment (the very reason he gave it to pooalexa in the first place). So when the host suspended the account, he didn't search for a new host (even pooalexa tried to help.. irony).

I just noticed that wetpantsboy even removed his blog where you could read about what had happened. So I guess there is no way to contact him now. He still has the old site somewhere and members were eager to find someone to host it again. Maybe it's something you would have been interested in.

Maybe the recent growth has something to do with WPB (a huge community of pee and poop fans) being done forever.

Yes :)