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Loved this, Sophie! Especially the little bits about putting it off - your writing is wonderful!

See now ... while I have tried a bit of pee on occasion, mostly out of curiosity, I don't think it would occur to me to taste it from the toilet seat, no matter how recently I'd cleaned the bathroom.

$1 million? Conditional immortality? Hyperintelligent lower lifeforms? Obviously, the only solution is to become a super-villain and train an army of sentient hedgehogs to keep the snail at bay.

Seems kind of useful to the extent that even as a guy, I've never been able to pee while sitting in a car without making a mess. On the other hand - it holds 16oz, which is barely a bladder full, and certainly not a desperate bladder full. I almost wonder if it's just some sort of modified hospital urinal, but even those are usually larger. Would, of course, love to see it used ... I've got a bit of a fascination with ladies peeing in things ... but as a working product, it seems a bit of a stretch.

Being apparently one of the few members with a primary interest in desperation, holding is absolutely a part of it for me. And I prefer not to wet myself, though that isn't always possible. My holding habits started more as an attempt to understand from a personal level what happens to women as they grow more and more desperate to pee, but it has become enjoyable in and of itself.

Great set of choices, though perhaps heavily weighted toward a certain point of view, which I think is unavoidable. I'm really surprised that the smell ranks so highly .. though I do enjoy it, it's far from what I think of first. I had to put E in the end - that's just the way I'm wired. I think it really must be an entirely different category.

One of the great and sometimes frustrating aspects of sexual peeing is that it's not so much one fetish as a cluster of very different fetishes all centered on a bodily fluid. Even when we talk about desperation, we might be talking about different things - painfully full bladders, the lead in to a wetting, or that specific moment when she simply cannot control her bladder with any amount of effort. For me - and I suspect for many - my fascination with desperation is rooted in the concept of control, and especially self control. When I see a desperate woman, I see a woman who is about to

The sound of women peeing is a big turn-on for me - especially the hissing of a really full bladder. I always figured that is just because I'm attracted to women - and to peeing - and to desperation - but this thread brings up another possibility. Male peeing sounds - at least the ones we can hear past a bathroom door - are mostly related to the stream hitting whatever it hits, and not related too much to anatomy. A guy pees, and what you hear is the pee. Maybe a lot, maybe a little, but it's just pee. When a woman pees loudly, on other hand, the hissing sound is generated by the pressu

I have such a strong personal connection between desperation and sexuality that I often forget not everyone else does. Needing to pee is somewhat embarrassing to most folks, and there's strong social pressure not to interrupt proceedings with an embarrassing personal issue, but in the end, it's a perfectly reasonable thing to bring up with very little social penalty attached. Going into the restroom of the opposite sex, on the other hand, is actually breaking a taboo. So you get a variety of answers to the questions: How badly do you need to go to interrupt a court in session? How str

I think I'm going to have to call this a situation rather than a sighting. For me at least, there is value in subtlety. It's always been that way - in the right circumstance, a carefully manicured hand straying to the hip, a bestockinged knee raised just so, or a sudden quiet admission from an otherwise confident woman at the end of her rope can be as exciting, if not more so, than seeing a girl furtively squatting in a dark parking lot. The appeal of all these things is based more on what might be and have been than what *is*. Last month, I had occasion to be selected as a member of a

What were you all saying about better late than never? And also about size not mattering? It's not a measuring cup, but functionally close - and with a digital readout no less. Perfect for when waiting until everyone has clocked out at work is not a viable option ... though the challenge of waiting until everyone has left is ... intriguing to say the least. Not gonna happen with this bladder capacity ... though I did make it to 900ml once. Level of desperation doesn't always correlate with level of fullness. :O_o:

Some of my earliest memories involve a fascination with girls peeing, but not necessarily a sexual connection. I imagine I had no idea what sex was, but I knew there was something fascinatingly naughty about peeing and wetting when I was four or five years old. I still remember being ushered into the bathroom with a group of girls because one of them liked to talk while she sat and peed. At that point, I think the difference between girls and boys wasn't quite clear to anyone involved. I also remember very early in school sitting in the library when a girls told me that she had just wet h

Medical urinals may be *kind* of boring, but there are some older blown or molded glass models that are actually quite beautiful, and which also have intriguingly erotic shapes. As a teaser, there are both "male" and "female" models available, with appropriately shaped openings. Also, we should all own a 2L volumetric flask - there are kind of impressive and as a bonus help you measure. In fact, a selection of labware including an erlenmeyer flask for emergencies is a great thing to have. Lastly, my cache of toys includes a thin plastic bag with handles attached, and a 1kg digital hangin

Alcohol is definitely a diuretic, but I still find it amazing how differently it seems to effect different people, and how differently it acts from other diuretics like water or caffeine. For example: I have a lady friend with who I go out drinking on a regular basis. We tend toward quite alcoholic things like wine and cocktails, or very strong beers, and are usually fine over the course of a long evening without more than a casual visit to the facilities. And indeed, arriving home there may be some amount of urgency, but nothing like a desperate, overwhelming need to go every 20 minutes.

In the interest of science: I was referred by a thread or two on peesearch.net that mention the site.