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How I do and how I'd *like* to vary depending on the circumstances. The circumstances being whether I think I'd get caught and the existing state of the bathroom. For a trough I'd like to stand at one end and aim along it and go for distance. Again, provided I have the thing to myself.

If there were no consequences is there anywhere particular you'd want to pee?

Has that been problematic for you? Like I'm just really into women who can pee standing and I don't want to make light of it if it's been difficult at all. Seems rude.

I love when this happens, though it's rare for me.

Stellar first post, looking forward to more. Thanks for sharing and welcome to the forum.

That wasn't my intended meaning, I was just trying to agree with the expressed sentiment of "I'd like a friend like that" but I didn't do a very good job.

Think that's a wish a lot of people here will share. You could probably write your name doing that. I know I would.

Figured it was about time I posted some kind of introduction here after lurking for so long. Just a few weeks shy of 10 years, actually. Which is...an extremely long time to be a lurker. I've posted from time to time around. A couple stories, a couple replies here and there, not enough to have any kind of name recognition, I'd wager (and hope). Moved to Idaho a few years back so I could afford to own a home, which I also work from, which means I don't get out as much as I'd like. I'm trying to break out of my shell in a lot of ways having spent the majority of my life isolated in many way

Can't say that I have but a long time ago I did find one of those metal yard furniture tables rusting out by the road while walking. The round kind that have a hole in the middle for an umbrella. It was painted white with a few spots of rust where the paint had flaked off. It was lying on its side presenting its face to me and, it was the color of a toilet, mostly, so I couldn't help but use it as an impromptu urinal. Rinsed it down and knocked a couple more paint flakes off with my stream. Had to practice my aim by arching through the umbrella hole, of course.

I used to exclusively pee this way mostly because I wore a belt and was too lazy to ever undo it. This carried over to just any kind of clothing, though recently at home I've taken to just undoing the fly and pulling down my underwear (or if I'm in sweats just pulling down the whole front). I try to only go when I really have to and a few close calls kind of retrained me to do things a little quicker.

I've been on a fitness kick recently and part of that has been doing a better job hydrating, which often leaves me getting up at night. While I have a difficult time getting to sleep, I fortunately don't have a difficult time *returning* to sleep, so it's not terribly disruptive. Also as part of the fitness thing I weigh myself pretty regularly (usually at night before I get in bed and in the morning after I get up and do my business). Last night I got up 2 times to pee, 3 including my morning pee, which ended up totalling about 3 pounds of weight loss from the night before.

The most crowded place I've ever gone is the side of the interstate when I was caught in a traffic jam. I think I was on my way back from Chicago and I hadn't gone before leaving because it was only a 2 hour drive, but about 10 minutes out from my destination I got stuck in traffic, probably due to some accident or something. Traffic was dead stopped and after about 30 minutes I really couldn't take it anymore. I got out of my car, walked over to the ditch just beyond the shoulder and pissed into it. There wasn't really anywhere to take cover, so anyone could see me and what I was doing. Given

Over the last year I've taken to going in my back yard late at night since it helps the grass immensely. The soil around here is pretty nitrogen-deficient and pretty high in pH, so it does actually help quite a bit to fertilize. It's really easy to tell where I go by all the spots of greener, longer grass. I'd do it more often if I had a bit more privacy back there. There's this big two-story across the street to one side that just has a clear view straight into my yard and I'm just paranoid about neighborhood busybodies.

Ah yeah, I'm not like shooting for the moon here or anything. Partly I'm also doing it to stay better hydrated as part of a new fitness regimen. I'm not holding to the point of physical pain ever and with the amount I'm drinking now I'm going usually about once every 60 to 90 minutes. Mostly just curious how much it can change over the course of, say, years.

One thing I've been wondering is has it always been like that for you or have you noticed your capacity increase over time? I'm trying to increase my capacity after a lifetime of always making sure I pee before going anywhere. I have, I guess, what's considered a medically average and healthy capacity of about 400 ml. I'm really asking because I wonder how much I can change that and how much I'm stuck with.

I used to do this same thing, though solo, when I was in grad school. There was a golf course in town with new houses being built all the time and I'd frequently go in at night and piss in them. My favorite was to piss off the top of a landing in the two story ones. Especially if they were open to like the main room.

Chapter 2 Amara awoke early on the morning of her birthday. Her cursed birthday. She did not know what to expect, really. Her mother had warned her of the curse and had often made her wait to pee to "strengthen her resolve", but was otherwise very tight-lipped about what, exactly, was to happen. It seemed as any other morning, yet there was a trepidation within her that she couldn't quite place. She laid there in the dark, her nerves keeping her from returning to her slumber. She could hear the soft pattering of rain against the thatch, a significant departure from the previous day's

I wasn't originally intending to ever post this, by nature I'm more of a lurker. This story is something I've been working on as part of a longer series, so apologies if it seems to take a while to get to the good bits. I tend to get caught up a bit in the world building and character establishment. I'm also nowhere close to a professional writer, so some parts might be unnecessary or redundant. This chapter contains two scenes of female outdoor peeing. Chapter 1 Amara was cursed. Or, she would be on her 23rd birthday. This is what her mother had told her anyway. She wasn