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Page 2 of my fictional experiences thread. Link to first page at bottom.
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Urine2Deep posted Topic:
Give a short summary of your hottest pee tales or sightings!!
StanLee_Cameo replied:
Back in 2005, I was working at a bar in Utah, which I'll keep anonymous but the owner at the time would let local bands do gigs a few times per month. I was only 19, but police were friends with the owner so I was allowed to work there just not serve alcohol. One night, a young country singer that performed there a few times before was back. She always showed up alone with only a guitar, still grinding trying to find success at that point. Now she's pretty well known and still tours so I have to be careful with details but she is a very hot, tall and busty brunette.
On this particular night, the place was crowded when she arrived, in her usual tight jeans, cowgirl boots and buttoned sleeveless top with some cleavage. I was in the storage room organizing things and she came in, asking for something to pee in. I was confused, until she explained the women's room was occupied and she wasn't going into the men's. I started looking around, there was nothing so I opened a 12 pack of 32 ounce Gatorade. There was a sink in there so I poured one down the drain, handed it to her and waited outside in the hall. The whole thing was pretty amusing, especially since I heard the loud initial blast of her stream inside the bottle for a moment. After what seemed only twenty seconds, she opened the door and hurried out to start her gig.
I went in and saw some splash on the floor. When I picked up the bottle, I was completely shocked she'd filled the whole damn thing to the brim, 32 ounces. That's 946 ml and she did that it twenty seconds. It took a superpowered jet to pull that off. Now I understood she was going to burst any second. It was a concentrated dark gold and really warm. My hand got wet from from splash on the side, I guess she couldn't get it pressed tight enough at first. I went in the men's to dump it in the toilet. When I took the cap off the smell hit me, and it definitely smelled like piss, but had a slightly different aroma. It was a new, weird curiosity but I just went with it, and put the bottle to my nose. I realized it was her pussy on the lid giving that added aroma. I got aroused and couldn't dump it. Instead I sneaked it out to the trunk of my car while she was performing. Wasn't sure why, but I just wanted to keep it. I came back in and she was strumming along and singing a nice country tune, had the whole place watching her. When she finished soon after, she thanked me and took off after turning down advances from a few guys as usual.
That was the final time she visited, since she started taking gigs at bigger places in the city, then was discovered by a record label later that year. The bottle stayed warm for hours that night. I kept it for days, smelling it every day until it became strong enough to make the whole room reek like biohazard. I eventually flushed it, but kept the bottle for years, until I met my wife and decided to throw it away. Every time I see her online or listen to her on Spotify, I smile and think about it. I've tried my best over the years to fill a 32 ounce myself and never get it past half full, so it proves her bladder is fucking huge.
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Autumn92 replied:
A few years ago, one of my students needed to take an exam he missed. I had him come to my classroom late afternoon one day during a free period on my schedule before leaving for the day. I usually just graded assignments during this time anyway. Not long after he started, I was feeling the urge from my 2nd coffee a bit earlier. Normally it's not an issue but I wasn't going to leave for the restroom and give him plenty of time to look up answers, so I sat at my desk and held it. Halfway through the 45 minute period, it was getting serious, my bladder was pulsing. I kept my legs tight. I could tell he wasn't on the last page and it would be a while. Eventually I said fuck it, and carefully let some out, right there in my seat. I felt warm pee on my ass as it soaked my underwear and dress. Luckily the seat was cloth, so it absorbed quietly instead of spilling from the sides. I managed to get a rhythm of controlled bursts coming out every few seconds, but a few times I definitely heard a hiss and worried if he heard it too.🤭
I kept letting out these mini squirts for maybe the next two minutes until the pressure was relieved enough for me to hold the rest. It was strangely thrilling doing this in secret ten feet from a student. Then I felt wetness on back of my foot, it was finally starting to drip from the cushion. I moved my feet forward so my new heels wouldn't get wet. Now pee was dripping on the floor.😨 Toward the end of the period, he was done and started to approach my desk to hand it in, I told him leave it on the desk, so he wouldn't see the puddle I'd been collecting. After he left I immediately went to the restroom down the hall, luckily no one saw the wet spot on the back of my dress. In the stall, I took my thong off and just threw it in the little trash bin, didn't like how that one felt in my ass anyway! I hovered and emptied the rest of my bladder, which was still quite a lot and took a good 20 seconds or so. I wiped and dried my dress the best I could, then went back to grab my things and left the chair how it was. The next morning I arrived early to switch it with another one from a different classroom. No one seemed to notice, so my covert swap was successful. The exciting thrill made me want to do it again, but I didn't want a piss soaked chair to worry about again. I got a new job recently, so on my last day at that school, I pissed while seated again, no one else was in the room with me, but I let out pretty much my whole bladder and there was a huge puddle that ran off to the corner near my desk! No clue if anyone noticed, and don't care. ☺️
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Cast_Away_Wilson replied:
I used to work at a gym and at the time, my job included equipment sanitation among other things. It's normal for things to be sweaty. There was this one woman who was a powerlifter. She still had a feminine shape but also solid and sturdy looking. She was mid 20s about 5 foot 8, beautiful with long black hair, always wore super tight shorts or leggings that showed the godlike shape of her legs, ass, and a prominent cameltoe. You may have seen some of those videos online of women peeing themselves during deadlifts. This woman at my gym was one of them. She came several days per week and on the days she did deadlifts, she would sometimes pee on herself in plain view, right through her clothing. Most people and staff found it amusing. This was my first time seeing such a thing, I wasn't aware some women have this condition. I admit I found it very arousing, and she drew quite a few male onlookers when she prepared to lift. She seemed to enjoy the attention, both from the insane amount of weight she could lift, and the reactions to her pissing herself.
Me being the one having to clean it up, I got a closer look than everyone else after she left the area. She never bothered to clean it herself and just arrogantly walked away from it. It was usually a light gold color and had a very strong smell, almost ammonia-like. The other staff had plenty of jokes about me being the piss cleaner boy, though part of me enjoyed tending to it. A few months passed, and I'd worked up the nerve to talk to her. I wanted to ask her out. One day soon after she arrived, I was walking by and said hi as she was setting her bag down by a smith machine. I asked how her training was going, simple small talk. It seemed to be going well until I asked if she'd like to get a drink at a nearby place after her workout since my shift was done around the same time. She had this confused look, then started laughing and said she doesn't date guys whose job is to clean her piss off the floor. She turned around still laughing as I stood there, put her earbuds in and started her work.
The most brutal rejection of my life, felt like my soul had been skinned. Later that evening, she finished with her deadlifts for the last exercise, and as expected she pissed on the mat. This time though it was more than usual, and seemed deliberate like she was twisting that rejection into me. Needless to say, I kept my distance after that. I don't work there anymore but a guy there I still talk to told me she's moved to a different city now but continued pissing on those mats after I left.
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Leo518 replied:
When I was in college, my parents divorced, dad moved out while I stayed with my mom. Her friend Melanie started coming over more often. She's Italian, free spirit type, had been married and divorced four times in seven years. She's also very hot to this day, curvy figure and was late 30s at the time (mid 40s now). She came over one night while my mom was still getting ready for their double date. I let her in and she came upstairs to talk to us. Her hair and nails were fancy looking. She had on high heels, and a short black dress that was loose from the waist down, tight up top with cleavage showing. They were in my mom's room, I was in mine gaming. A few minutes later, Melanie came and stood in my doorway. She had her purse so I thought they were leaving but she smiled and asked what I was playing, then came in and sat next to me on my bed, joking that my mom is slow.
I remember her perfume and body heat, there were inches between us. Then she started being flirty. Her legs were crossed and she was twirling her foot, brushing it against my left leg, saying how manly and handsome I'd become over the years. She'd never been like this around me before but I certainly liked the attention. My mom saw her sitting with me and jokingly asked “What are you doing with my son?” She went toward the stairs. Melanie scooted forward to get up, and said to her that she needed to “take a piss” before they left. It was hot hearing her use vulgar language so casually, but most memorable was when she stood up, she was bent over very deep for a second...and holy shit. That short dress showed her ass and the sexiest beefy lips with a tiny black thong to the side of them. I mean her whole pussy was out, the outer and inner folds, and the crease in the middle was just bulging out from her closed thighs. It was darker than the rest of her, more brownish and waxed smooth. I'd never experienced such an intense visual or felt an instant surge of arousal like that. It seemed intentional on her part. She turned her head back and smiled on her way out of my room.
In the bathroom around the corner, I heard her heels clicking after she went in. Then there was the sound of hissing and deep gushing, which I'd heard her do many times over the years but it never meant much to me. This time I was imagining her beautiful vibrant pussy open and passing what was certainly a thick and heavy steam. A few seconds in it was loud enough to ring out a piercing resonance against the porcelain. That was a noise I'd never heard or noticed before, and more proof of how hard she was pissing. I stood by the corner in the hall and listened through it all until she stopped, which was quite a while, easily over a full minute. There were numerous times she seemed done, then would keep going after a few seconds. I heard the toilet flush, then stepped back into my room. Melanie came out and went downstairs, then her and my mom left. For days, all I could think about was her pussy under that dress and how big her steams have always been.
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Switchblade_Rick replied:
Just before covid hit the news late 2019, I'd put my dad's house up for sale after he passed. No offers through winter since the world was in panic, so I trusted my agent. She'd been recommended by a friend, had a solid record, and being a hot mature 40ish blonde I trusted she'd make a sale fast. Spring rolled around and she was giving tours more often, but no offers yet. I found that odd and was starting to get a bad vibe about her so I hid a few microphones in the house to hear if people sounded interested and if she was being dishonest.
I'd been away on business so didn't get to listen to the recordings until a week after the mics were set up. On one of them, she had some guy there, he wasn't there for a tour, it seemed they were colleagues and she was laughing more than usual. Then there was a silence for about 15 minutes after she led him up to the 2nd floor. I had no mics up there but it was very suspicious so I stopped by one day and hid a few cameras in the bedrooms. Didn't take long to see what was going on. I caught her and the guy having sex a few days later. I had plenty of evidence to ruin them both but decided to get vindictive before filing charges. I went over one more time and hid another camera in the bathroom behind the toilet, hoping to catch her just to put on a porn site. It worked, turned out she used the bathroom every time she was there. I caught her come in and use the toilet several times, usually she sat down and I only saw her ass briefly.
She always peed hard with a strong hiss but one time on a Saturday in April, she had on tight denim shorts, tucked white collared shirt and sandals. That time she came in, threw the shorts down, no underwear and hovered, pissed a heavy gushing stream that looked like a damn garden hose spraying. She was pushing so hard her ass opened outward like something was on the way, then shrunk back into her cheeks at the end. Then she pulled her shorts up without wiping and sighed, flushed and left. Later that afternoon she came back to show someone else around. After that customer was gone she used the bathroom again, only this time it was the sink of course. She came in, pulled her shorts down and lifted one leg slightly, just enough to get her ass over the sink. Hissing was audible, which went on for some 20 seconds nonstop. She turned the faucet on and splashed water inside and on herself, then used the hand towel to the side...bitch just rubbed it all over her pussy, folded it back up and hung it on the rack like nothing and left. Couldn't believe this woman. Anyway I filed charges, armed with the bedroom footage and got a settlement. She and the other guy lost their licenses over it. I never told anyone on the case about the bathroom footage, that's my little souvenir that may have found a home on a few websites. (Xhamster and Thisvid perhaps)
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On 3/9/2024 at 6:02 AM, this is interesting said:
Is there a place where most of those private videos are? I've tried looking I can never seem to find them anywhere else
I've found some on Motherless.com and Eroprofile.com for starters.
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I heard two female colleagues peeing at work. This was Friday Dec 22. Being the last day before holiday break, there were only a few people in the office. For some reason, the hvac system was running much quieter than normal, almost silent for most of the day. It was also a rare occasion I needed to do no.2 at work. As I was sitting, few minutes in I heard the unmistakable footsteps of colleague go into the women's room, which is just on the other side of the men's. She's early 30s, 5'6'', thin build, not sure of ethnicity but has a Greek or Jewish look, lush curly black hair, very attractive. She has a distinct fast walk so I knew it was her. It was so exciting hearing details without the hvac humming. She took a stall and the walls are thin enough that I heard the early stages of her pee as a light trickle for a few seconds, then it burst into a fairly strong stream, a nice resonant sound from the bowl. It lasted a good while before she paused after about ten seconds then started again for about the same amount of time. Then it was the light trickle again for a bit until she pulled some tissue, then I heard the flush. She stopped at the sink, then left.
About five minutes later, I heard the other woman entering the restroom below me. She was the only one on the first floor that day, with the development challenged kids we service. I actually just met this woman in person at the company Christmas party two weeks ago. Blonde with cute features and long chin that reminded me of Jennifer Aniston, mid twenties, taller like 5'9'' with an athletic body from doing crossfit. She doesn't have the steroid look of the women competing at the highest level but definitely developed, especially in the legs, which she shows often in the warm months with heels and tight skirts.
I don't know where exactly the restroom is on the first floor but it seems directly below ours and I could hear as clearly as the previous one. I heard the door open, heavy heels like boots I assume, the stall door shut and almost instantly a wicked strong stream began. All but the highest octaves were audible and her stream became stronger about half way through, making a deeper and more forceful flooding sound, with some shrill gushes toward the end. Overall seemed like 30-40 seconds, it was very long at the pressure she pushed. It was an intense thrill to listen to her, the sound coming up from below was so clear it was surreal, almost like being in there with her. It was truly an amazing and primal sounding piss. Also, I didn't hear any hints of wiping, or washing hands, just a flush and the doors as she left. She's the reason behind my recent muscle woman pee post, under videos. Such women have been on my mind since.
Another quick story I wasn't going to bother posting but since I'm writing, I'll tell what happened when I went to the theater last weekend with a friend. I've gotten into hanging out in the lobby looking at my phone while previews play, can't tolerate them anymore. As I was standing in the hallway as other people passed by, a woman I saw go in the same room as me earlier, came out and went to the restroom. She looked early twenties, very pretty, big curvy brunette in tight black leggings with a nice shaped ass showing, short jacket, with high heel boots. I've told of this theater here in the past, that it has no doors to the restrooms, just long entrances so it's impossible to see anything but sound is free to travel if noise level is low enough. Well at this point, the lobby was calm as most people had cleared out and went to their movie. I casually strolled up closer and leaned against a pillar just outside the women's, totally unsuspicious as people often stand there. Heard her go in and make a very loud hiss that leaked out into my path, easy to hear clearly. Fairly constant throughout until she finished, about 15 seconds. She flushed, didn't use the sinks, came out past me back into the theater. Seeing her ass wedged in her leggings as she passed inches from me was a nice bonus, she had nice perfume as well. A while later I went in. She was in the row in front of us with her boyfriend. After the movie (Napoleon btw), I noticed she left her bowl of popcorn and crumpled napkins on the floor by her seat instead of taking it with her to throw away at the door as you're expected. Then on the way out of the theater room, there was a couple right behind her and she didn't hold the door open, just let it swing at their face, forcing the guy to quickly get his hand out. I think describing her inconsiderate nature adds to the overall appeal of hearing her pee, so figured I'd share that part of her.
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On 12/23/2023 at 10:35 PM, Carb0nBased said:
I don't know if there are any videos of it in use (unlike the Lapee, women can't see out while using it, so you also can't see their heads unless you're inside, in which case they don't have that much privacy, even in the "shy" one). However, in this article there's a picture showing women pretending to use it (with all their clothes still on): https://guestofaguest.com/new-york/nightlife/reasons-the-pollee-the-new-womens-urinal-will-never-take-off. So I assume this is the way they're intended to be used. It's possible that some women with really forward streams would opt to use them facing toward the center instead, but I assume this would be very rare, because then they can't see what's going on around them for safety, and they also would be sticking their rear ends in the faces of everyone who goes past.
I read the article to see why the author had a negative view of it. Seems she missed the intent of simply reducing toilet queues for women at big events. She's whining that it's no good for tending to periods, that the floor will be messy with stray streams, being too close to other women, and difficulty with clothing. All of these problems have to be faced in stalls as well. Any stall with high traffic is guaranteed to be a messy disaster, women know this. Basically she's upset it's not perfect for every situation, and that's not what it's for. If you're on your period, want more privacy, more space, opt for a stall, no one is forcing you to use the urinal. This is simply a supplement that some women will be okay using, thus wait times and conditions of stalls will improve. She's choosing to complain, yet it was highly praised upon its first deployment at the Roskilde Festival.
Regardless, I don't think urinals for women are something that will ever catch on to the point of being the norm. Female anatomy, likelihood of messes while standing, menstrual concerns, and needing to have their bare ass exposed to other women and kids with mothers, combined are just too many obstacles to overcome. The funnel devices make things easier but still women have to deal with a messy device to clean, and who wants to see pissy funnels being cleaned in the sink? Maybe if they make disposable ones and stock them beside urinals with tissue and a trash bin close by, then it might become appealing enough for widespread adoption.
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I wanted to come up with a way to throw down a lot of fictional ideas that (hopefully) read like real experiences. So I just made a fictional experiences thread kind of like a reddit style format. Some of these are inspired by true events that almost happened as written. I hope the user names I came up with aren't actually used by anyone on the forum. The reply links are also fake by the way.
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Urine2Deep posted Topic:
Give a short summary of your hottest pee tales or sightings!!
Nick91 replied:
During the lockdowns, me and my boss were getting used to working remote and online Teams meetings. Mid 40s Italian, curvy body. She'd been given a new laptop that had a different button layout on the f keys than she was used to. On a call she thought her mic was muted, but only muted her speakers and the mic was still hot as she went into her bathroom. It was close to where she'd been working, even the door squeak and toilet lid tapping the tank was easily audible. I didn't hear the door close, which makes sense she was home alone. Then she peed, damn what a strong stream, sounded like food cooking on a skillet, a loud ass sizzle of a hiss. I turned my headset up to hear better, and could hear changes in pressure and her sighs throughout. Must've been close to a minute of this, it was unbelievable, her capacity. She flushed and came back to her laptop, clueless she wasn't muted and I never told her. This happened a few more times and she always peed the same hard hissing stream. Things got interesting when I heard her saying some nasty things about me to her husband one day. Still thinking she was muted, she joked with him about being on the call with “the fucking dumbass contract guy” as she described me. Glad I never told her I heard every detail of her peeing.
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Cuddles_Of_Heather replied:
My husband and I were helping our son move into his apartment for college last year. His roommate, cute young guy, was flirty in that young boyish way. Hubby noticed and encouraged me to tease him a little, since I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and we both enjoy other guys trying to peak at me. I look younger than my age, and we train hard at the gym 4 days a week. So as I helped bring things in, I sat on a chair and scooted to the edge with my legs slightly open as I unpacked a box. When he passed through I could feel his eyes looking up my rather short denim skirt. The front of my thong had slid to the side a while before and I have labia piercings so he got to see way more than he had any right to! That had him for sure, he got very talkative all the sudden. Then before we left, I asked to use the bathroom. Timing was perfect since my son was outside on the porch with his dad. I left the door cracked a bit, pretending I didn't notice, sat down and had a nice long pee. It was noisy as always, with an airy hiss that carries quite far. I really pushed it hard to make it even noisier, maybe a little too hard because a quick fart escaped too, I'm often gassy without knowing. Wiped myself and flushed, but it was a slow flush that you had to hold the handle to get the water fully moving. When I noticed the water was still yellow and swirling around with my tissue, I didn't bother flushing again and left it half flushed, pretending to not notice, same as with the door. I came out, roommate was in the living room area on the sofa, which was certainly close enough for him to hear my loud piss. I wished him well while giving him a hug, not full body but my chest was definitely pressed into him, pretty sure I saw a bit of bulge in his pants. I think he liked what he heard as much as what he saw. Hubby and I had a good laugh about it on the way home! Can imagine his face when he saw my pee still in the toilet.
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Freddie-Sauce replied:
My next-door neighbor, older man in his 80s pays a guy to mow his lawn every year. This year sometimes he had a woman with him and they get it done in half the time. They look to be around 40. I assume she's his girlfriend/wife and she's very hot, taller, maybe 5'9'' and built really nice, sturdy with wide hips. Brown hair and usually wears a tank top and tiny athletic shorts that make her ass look divine. I find myself peaking through my curtains at her every time she's there. Earlier this year toward the end of July, she showed up alone and did the yard herself, and it's a big yard. One thing they always do is go through his 2 car garage to the alley on the other side and use a trimmer on the weeds. I just happened to be looking as she went in but for some reason she closed the door behind her, which seemed a bit odd. A minute or so later, she comes back out and loads her mower into the truck and leaves. I thought it seemed quick for having trimmed the weeds in the alley, so after she drove off, I took a walk through his yard toward the garage, which was fine with him, as I'd helped out in the past. I go in the garage, open the big door on the other end, and she clearly hadn't touched the weeds. I was wondering what was she doing in there then, and started looking around thinking she stole something. Then I smelled something foul. Walked to left and on the far side of his old Cadillac, there was a massive puddle of piss about 5 or 6 feet around, and had trailed off running into the tire and along the wall nearly the entire length. There was thick foam and the volume was amazing, looked like a liter of soda had been dumped. And the fucking smell was nauseating...wow. It was super hot that day and her piss was already baking and putrefying in the heat. Still, I found it arousing and just stared at it for a while, imagining her in a squat and how thick the stream must've been to leave a mess that big in under a minute. Then I realized there was no tissue laying around so her underwear or shorts were nicely soiled as she left. Coming back out, I looked at the yard and noticed she didn't trim along the fence either. It was a deliberate lazy job. She obviously had no respect for the old man's property. I hate to admit I didn't tell him, because I wanted to see if she'd do it again. Never happened again at least this year. We'll see come spring...
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Lotus335 replied:
I was recently helping a friend build a gaming PC. I'm at this house and we're laying the parts out, when his fiancé came back from the store. Funny thing is she's a 5'11'' amazon beauty, mixed race with thick black hair down to her mid back, and very curvy. He's a scrawny 5'7'' pale white guy with a man bun, so an odd pair but they enjoy the looks they get in public and they're happily engaged with plans to have kids. She had on tight leggings with sandals, and with her shape and height it's almost too much sexy...She asked if he could get the stuff from the car because she had to pee. I've only been around her a few times, and hadn't had the chance to hear her pee before, though I really wanted to. He went out to the car and she hustled upstairs to the bathroom. I could hear her heavy footsteps above. I kept working, and didn't believe it at first, but sensed a faint hiss off in the distance and I thought no way, I'm hearing what I think that is. The bathroom is all the way at the end of the hall on the second floor, past three bedrooms. I got super excited and headed closer to the kitchen where the stairs were and sure enough, it was her pissing, that fucking hard. Felt like hearing some demigoddess from Norse mythology or something. Being heard that far away and through a door is insane. It went through stages, like she'd burst hard for a few seconds, then it would fade, then get loud again. Could barely contain myself. My friend came back in with bags, and set them on the kitchen table. I just grabbed a soda from the fridge to cover my perving on his girlfriend. He went back out to get the rest, and she was still going, nearly a minute by then. The hissing finally stopped and I heard the door open, with the faint sound of the toilet finishing its flush. She exhaled with a loud sigh on the way to the stairs. I went back to the living room with an erection that luckily neither of them noticed. A few minutes later, I couldn't resist and went to use the bathroom while I had him sorting out the case parts and she was on the sofa with her phone. Even with a few minutes having passed, there was this lingering earthly pussy aroma above the toilet that was the most arousing womanly scent I'd encountered. A few hours later after the PC was built and we were installing Windows, I still felt aroused.
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Armand_Hammer replied:
I used to live with a roommate a while back, mid 20s, big chested blonde, super hot and out of her damn mind as I found out too late. She drank, had mood swings and could barely keep a job. A few months in, she got a new boyfriend she'd bring over several times a week and they'd have loud sex in her room, sometimes when I was trying to sleep for work. I confronted them about the noise and it got ugly, as in dude pulled a knife and threatened me, ugly. I started looking for a new place to live and in the meantime put a hidden cam in my room just in case either of them got any ideas to mess with my stuff. I didn't catch anything the first few weeks after installing, but its motion detection didn't always work either. Then when I had to go have a minor surgery, I was in the recovery room and my phone got an alert that the camera had detected something. I opened the app and watched live and saw her and her boyfriend come into my room and have sex on my bed. My blood was burning but I have to admit seeing her sexy ass riding him was hot, she really fucks like hot crazy women usually do. The camera was directly across from the foot of my bed hidden under my monitor stand so the view was perfect. After they finished, he left and she'd put her top back on, still naked from the waist down when she stood on my bed with her legs spread and pissed on my sheets and pillows. I couldn't fucking believe it. She was rotating her hips sideways to soak as much as possible. It was a huge messy gush that sprayed her legs as much as my bed. Then the bitch squatted down and wiped her pussy and ass on my sheet before she climbed down. She did her best to make the wrinkles and everything look as before they came in. When I got home the next day, her ability to act completely normal was unreal, she was a natural liar. I could barely contain my rage but managed to. Since I'm not the owner of the property and didn't ask the landlord, the legality of my footage was uncertain and I didn't want to get mixed up with an attorney, so I didn't confront her with it and just moved back in with my parents until the lease was up.
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My husband and I have visited his parents out of state since we were dating, which I love because they're great. Before leaving we used to stop at his cousin's house in the next town. It was small, poorly kept and in obvious need of repair. I hated being in that house. On top of that he was a loser, definitely not the type of person I'd normally be around. On one of our summer visits to the parents, we had coffee. I used their bathroom before we left but while at the cousin's place I had to pee again. I asked to use his bathroom and once I went up to the second floor...got to the bathroom door but before going in, I looked over at the small room just past it. The door was open. There was a TV, videogame system, and a futon opened in its bed form but there were clothes and shoes littered all over the room. They were on the floor, all across the futon, shoe boxes piled up in the corner waist high. And the dust...thick clumps of dust that seemed impossible. After looking at this disaster of a room, I thought I'd just piss in there. I climbed up on the futon in heels, lifted my dress, slipped my little thong down to my knees and let out a nice thick stream on the heap of clothes under me. When they were soaked I turned left a bit, bent over deeper and sprayed my stream on the curtains and wall behind me. It was coming out really hard by then and making a pretty loud hiss and splatter sound against the wall. It felt so good I didn't even try to tame it and just let it spray. I still had more and didn't want those shoe boxes to feel dry so I rotated further to the left and let it rain down on them. I got spooked a bit by his cat. I guess she heard the noise and was curious. I smiled at her and let go again while she watched my thick stream shooting across all over the boxes until I was done. This whole time, I could hear the guys down in the living room chatting away so I knew it was clear while I climbed down and picked up a sock to wipe with. Might've wiped a few extra times since I was aroused, lol. A quick inspection revealed that I overshot the boxes a bit and got some splash on the TV stand behind them. Damn it was such a rush, love when I get to do some real disrespectful pissing like that. I stopped in the bathroom for a sec and flushed the toilet just to sell authenticity in case he might notice if I didn't. We left soon after. Luckily that was the last time we visited the cousin's house, I was pregnant the next time around and my husband learned not to argue with pregnant me.
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Not me but when I worked at Burger King back in 2015, we had this hot manager, early 20s brunette with lots of tattoos, short tempered. About 5'6, thick curvy build. I was closing with her one night when she spit in a customers drink. The guy was known to show up right before close and make big orders that kept us late. Fast food workers hate people like that...So asshole pulled up to drive through, and was complaining that we couldn't make it fresh (we could've, just weren't going to) Before he was at the window to pay, she walked back into the kitchen with his drink she'd filled, and spit in it were cameras couldn't see her. 2 big mouthfulls. She bagged his food and handed everything to him with a straight face. Normally I wouldn't condone that, but I was jaded by that point. I joked that she should've peed in his drink, she said she would but it would be a mess. She did admit to having peed in a customers drink years before though, at a different restaurant.
Another thing I want to mention is I still remember vividly seeing her ass one night after we were closed and cleaning. She had on tight black leggings and squatted down to clean under the front counter. Her shirt was above waist level and her bare ass was so exposed it seemed intentional. She had NO underwear and I saw hair in her crack. Almost her entire ass was out for maybe 15 seconds before she stood up. One of the hottest things I remember from there. I also discovered she didn't wash her hands in the restroom. Lots of memories from that place.
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Looking for advice regarding proofreading and /or editing as a side job. I'd like something I can do remotely 10-15 hours per week for additional income, and one thing that always pops up on lists of side hustles is proofreading. I have no experience per se, but do have an eye for detail and grammar. Does anyone here actually do this, or know how viable a pursuit it is? I'd be willing to take a course for certification if that helps. Or is it a waste of time to pursue such work?
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On 9/23/2023 at 2:42 PM, Fan of girls peeing said:
She came out and moaned again to herself by saying oohh boy. I was so turned on by everything I had heard despite not being able to hear most of her pee. And also seeing her rush inside the toilet before she started her pee was pretty hot too.
Love these kinds of stories of hearing women in restrooms. Could you have gone in after her, to possibly experience her lingering aroma?
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On 9/26/2023 at 2:15 PM, Great Horned Owl said:
I guessed on her age. She peed on two different days. When she poured urine with no hissing she ore a tight fitting blur dress, 20 lbs overweight, a full C cup bra and about 5.8. The second day when she splatted like a wild woman wore a short white skirt, black sleeveless knit top. Nice mousy brown hair styled well. She was a law professor so sophisticated as well. I like educated sophisticated women who dress well. Their pee does not even have to be hot to get me turned on but this one was.
No hissing for this woman. Just a hard pour into the water. Never heard a woman piss that hard and fast. The second one no hiss as well. Just a supersonic explosion on the porcelain with tremendous force. I think she was trying to mask her sound but she was so loud you could hear her from 20 feet away. Both times I was five feet from the BR door and studying. I am sure others heard her.
The third time she tried to go my heart was pounding so strong in anticipation of what she would do but the BR was occupied and she did not wait. She had on white dress slacks and a black silk blouse. Looked really nice. Never heard or saw her again. Just a visiting professor from another school. Very hot. Still think about her in my private moments or with my gf.
Yeah, agree about sophisticated types. There's something highly arousing about women with a high class look/aura that can be heard doing something primitive like peeing, especially with such wild aggressive force. I once told of my experiences here of my time at university library 10-15 years ago, sitting close to restroom and listening to countless young women and older ones pissing like crazy. Still remember one of the best was a female custodian went in to clean, propped door open with wet floor sign. She vented to other custodian about being tired of the girls pissing all over the toilet and floor. Before she started cleaning, she took a massive piss that had the full force of nature behind it, door was still open so sound just traveling out freely. As you described, sounded like the toilet might shatter from how hard her stream was. Big hefty blonde woman, with great curves. Made my heart race. Actually makes me want to find a library and take a seat just to try and relive something similar.
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(A school teacher takes grading assignments into her own hands)
Samantha knew in childhood she wanted two things the most, to be a teacher and a mother. Turning thirty and being in her seventh year as a teacher, she'd grown jaded about work, in addition to her failed attempts at pregnancy with her husband, Jeff. With medical guidance, they'd tried for months with no results. Work brought joy and frustration, same as for any teacher dealing with third-grade children. The public school system however, seemed to be getting harder to deal with. Outdated curriculum, incompetent board, low salary and staff, and lazy parents were beginning to wear on her.
Troubled kids seemed to be more frequent. Every year presented one or two that aggravated Sam. That year it was Tyler Lawson. He was overactive, refused to sit still, rarely turned in assignments and had more disruptive remarks than she could tolerate some days. “What is it with boys?” she vented to her fellow teachers in the lounge. A staff of ten women, they shared similar frustrations. Talking with Natalie one day early in the school year, Sam learned the elder matriarch punished troublesome boys by reducing grades at her discretion. Her actions sometimes resulted in them being redirected into remedial assistance classes and out of hers. Sam was shocked but joined Natalie in laughter, intrigued by her unapologetic resolve. “And sometimes I give the girls a few points extra. I'm simply correcting historical oppression.” she added. Though Sam felt it was wrong, she occasionally had similar thoughts over the years but never acted upon them or shared the desire.
After eight stressful months dealing with Tyler, May arrived and only weeks remained until school was ending. It was the first Friday of the month and Jeff was returning from a few weeks on the oil rig. That and the weather put Sam in a good mood. To close the growing distance between them over the failed attempts at pregnancy, she took initiative to plan a romantic dinner for the evening. She sent a flirtatious text that he seemed happy to receive. The morning of his return, she spent more time in the shower with her razor, more time with her curling iron after. Her long brown hair was styled to perfection. She wore a tight mid-thigh skirt, along with a pair of her favorite four inch heels and white blouse. Months of going to the gym after work were paying off and her figure was now better than her college years on the swim team. A thin waist, toned legs and arms came just in time for summer attire. She sent a full-body selfie to Jeff and went to work feeling sexier than she'd felt in years, especially given her choice to forego underwear for the day and enjoy the breeze between her legs.
Soon after arrival, before she even began the day's lessons, Tyler's latest surprise was throwing his notebook at Kaylee beside him and yelling “slut” at her. The others reacted with shock and excitement as Sam lost her temper and shouted his name. She hustled toward him and grabbed his arm to walk him out of the classroom. “She called me a stupid retard first!” he yelled in defense. Sam would hear none of his excuses as she walked Tyler to the detention room and gave a brief explanation of what happened. She managed to calm her rage on the way back to class. “Eight months” she thought, of telling him to be quiet, sit still, wake up, and pay attention, all failed. Eight months of trying to speak to his careless mother and the school counselor about his poor performance, all failed. Sam reached the point of being done with Tyler.
Following the incident, the day went smoothly, though she sensed the other kids seemed intimidated by her reaction. After the students were released that afternoon, Sam sat alone in class grading math work. Just as her thoughts began to revisit the incident, Jeff texted, “Home by 6.” She decided to call it a day and head home to begin preparing the dinner she'd planned, still intent on making her romantic evening happen. With her things packed, she headed for the restroom, having held her pee for hours.
Sam went into the single occupant staff restroom across the hall and needed only lift her skirt. A hook on the wall held her bags. The toilet seat appeared clean but she hovered in public toilets regardless. Reaching for tissue proved disappointing as the metal casing was empty. “Fuck, of course.” She reached up to her purse for tissue as her stream began with vigor, needing no effort from her. While feeling around her purse, she noticed a worksheet sticking out of her work bag, but not just any paper. The name on top read “Tyler Lawson.” From somewhere deep in her subconscious came an idea, seemingly against her will. Sam could feel blood pumping harder at what she was thinking. She stopped searching, resting both elbows on her thighs for the moment.
Her stream was at the peak of its strength, now a rabid gush. The building was mostly empty, her melodic hiss could've been heard down the hallway for some distance, had anyone been close by. She knew it was loud and felt ashamed since adolescence. Her mother was prudish and harsh in judgment. “Dammit Samantha, you pee like a fuckin horse” she used to say, thus her preference to hold too long and not be heard ever since. She sighed in relief while looking between her legs at her golden stream as it twisted into a ribbon shape. It always shot out unpredictably following a fresh shave. With ten seconds passed, she looked at her thighs, admiring the smooth skin for the first time since the prior week's shave. Twenty seconds in as her stream still raged and hissed, she looked at her toes, admiring the red polish applied the previous night. Her eyes then closed as the pressure releasing in her bladder created a stinging but pleasant ache in the area.
The dark idea about Tyler's paper lingered. She found herself strangely aroused and another idea came about that she never anticipated. She grabbed her phone and started the camera, aiming it at her pussy while still peeing. Jeff revealed interest in women peeing years prior, which she judged with the same harshness her mother judged her with. He never mentioned it again but now the feeling of indulging him gave her a rush for the first time. Now thirty seconds in, she captured her stream breaking into bursts as it finished. Her final burst expelled in a messy splash on the rear of the seat. She took a breath, raised the camera to her face and said, “Surprise!” with a kiss before stopping the recording and sending it to Jeff with the letters “NSFW” and three heart emojis.
Still needing to wipe herself, Sam looked again at Tyler's paper in her bag. She grabbed it and tugged until it slid out from the stack. Her pulse remained elevated over what she was wanting to do. It was his math homework assignment from the previous night. She could see he'd barely put effort in as usual, leaving seven of ten questions blank. Nearly a minute passed as she stood holding it, digging for the nerve to commit to her idea. Her resolve soon hardened. “Looks like you get a zero for not turning this in.” she said to herself, then tore it in half. She palmed one piece and wiped herself two times, sliding back and forth slowly. She looked at it, seeing much of his pencil work smeared, then threw it in the toilet. Soon it was barely visible, soaking into the foaming bubbles resting atop the goldened water.
Sam then felt more in her bladder and hovered again. Leftover pee trickled briefly, with some running down her thigh. The other half of Tyler's worksheet was used. She then reached behind and gave her ass a courtesy wipe with a firm push directly into it. Her final use for it was to fold it and wipe her splash on the seat. After throwing it in the toilet and flushing, she stood at the sink washing her hands, feeling confident and looking forward to her evening. Her phone buzzed, Jeff replied with a series of smiling emojis. Satisfied with his excitement and having reignited the spark between them, Sam left to head home, knowing dinner would only be the start of their weekend.
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I have the perfect video for this topic. Hoping the mods are okay with a video link here given how relevant it is to this thread. Wanna see how female cops pee? Here it is.
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First thing, it won't be easy. Guys without your issues have difficulty dating these days so you got your work cut out. Autism, unprocessed trauma and social awkwardness will turn women off. Lack of dating experience at mid 20s is also likely to cause women to wonder why. It's possible to overcome these hurdles but they need addressed to give yourself the best odds and have a healthy relationship. I think your best path is to focus on self improvement 6-12 months to the degree possible for you. Can you seek therapy to resolve your trauma? (unless already done so) Is your autism under control, have you learned ways of dealing with triggers? Can you practice socializing to reduce your awkwardness? Do you have steady employment? Plans to get your own place?
The point is your life needs to be in order before you invite someone into it. Beyond that, I'd say kindness and understanding is most important on your list. Personality match is somewhat important but no people are exactly alike, interests and opinions will diverge on some things. Physical attractiveness is important but don't be blinded by good looks, it never works, so have some leeway. Searching for someone neurodiverse is very specific and eliminates 95% of women. I'd let that one go, kindness and understanding should compensate. Horny as fuck will fade with age, along with the fetish desire and nudist is another one that is very specific and filters out most women. Maybe there are dating sites for people on the spectrum? Or a support group for people with fibromaylgia, or other conditions might be a good starting point. But I'd still advise self improvement first, particularly past trauma being sorted out. Any woman understanding enough deserves a partner who presents his best self.
Hope this helps, it was more than you asked but I gave the honesty and advice for you as well, in case it has any value to you.
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I sometimes venture into the 3d categories on various sites to see if anything catches my attention. I remember 10 years ago it was pretty lousy looking, the technology and skill of creators just wasn't there yet. Times have changed as I'd hoped and we're now in a time where 3d rendered porn is beginning to eclipse what's possible in real life. Have a look at this hot take on the infamous Lady Dimitrescu from the Resident Evil Village game. This is an exquisite and polished creation that took an entire team and likely several months rendering time on very powerful computers. The result is beyond impressive.
https://www.xvideos.com/video68044935/the_last_villager_~alcina_dimitrescu~
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@Dr.P So hot she didn't wash her hands, then used them on you. The lack of hygiene, although in that era wasn't seen as concern, is indeed still a turn on. As for whether she was aware of the sound and intended for you to hear, I'd say likely not. I've noticed that most women are either profoundly unaware of how loud their pee is beyond the walls of a restroom, or simply do not care. Especially in those days, when men having interest for women's bodily functions was far less known than it is now. Still, maybe you did miss out, she may have enjoyed being heard.
I've heard a few female medical staff over the years, use the restroom and not wash their hands. Though concerning, it is a turn on to see the ones that simply don't care about potentially spreading bacteria around so easily.
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On 7/4/2023 at 3:27 PM, Kingfisher28 said:
Anyone else had similar experience?
Yes, I made a post a while back about seeing a hot doctor, and hearing her peeing really hard through thin walls from the exam room I was in. Powerful raging stream and she farted really loud. I walked in after and wow....did she leave a putrid smell of double ass in the toilet, I mean it was tough.
There's something so hot about being able to hear a woman peeing crazy into a toilet, from outside the restroom.
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On 4/24/2023 at 9:58 PM, BlindListener said:
Hello Brutus,
A few years have gone by, and I assume that you did not get the nerve up to request the woman technician since you haven't posted any updates.
No, I never bothered. Funny thing is I did spot her at Walmart last year around Christmas, with some dude of course.
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On their own balls. It's fairly common among show-ers.
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As many others have said, music is great for coping.
I no longer compare myself to others now and instead focus on how to make me a slightly better version of myself week to week. That could be getting better at something at work, exercising more, eating healthier. Exercise held off depression a few years ago when I was unemployed.
Another thing is the fiction I write for the forum. They have become therapeutic and I can get lost in the writing with laser focus for hours without realizing. Writing fiction is a thrill because it lets my imagination off its leash.
Lastly, I've learned to not waste my energy arguing with people I know are completely wrong. The mental health benefit is that training myself to not succumb to the desire to argue saves so much stress and brain power I can use on something productive.
Something we all can likely benefit from is to confront what's stressing you. You know what it is, you think about it often and try to ignore it. Confront it, say something to who it concerns. Most of the time, it will be easier than you feared and even if it goes bad, it's over with and your mind is free to deal with the after effects, good or bad. Either way, the mental growth is better than the stagnant cycle of stress from refusal to confront it.
And @steve25805 I had no idea you weren't a mod anymore due to my long absences. I understand your reasons and for what it's worth, I always thought you were a great moderator.
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My favorite is a view from behind as she's standing in a hover position, clear view of everything as the stream flows while the feminine contours are highlighted. The sharp contrast between hips, thighs and upper body is a work of art for me. Close second is standing straight up in a wide power stance, with stream arching forward to cover a long distance.
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As someone who's posted many experiences that involve listening, I sometimes wonder how many people don't like it and simply say nothing. As to whether it's disrespectful to sexualize, at the core it comes down to how one feels about voyeurism, which is anchored in privacy violation. I've seen others on the forum express dislike of voyeurism for this reason. I've listened to many women peeing through restroom doors, without them having a clue I was. Would they approve, almost certainly not. Here is how I rationalize all of this in my mind.
1. Some women hate the thought of being heard, while some women state they don't care if someone hears them peeing.
2. Many women on this forum have posted stories, both real and fictional that involve listening, and reacted positively even to voyeur videos.
3. As Ms. Tito stated, sometimes you have no choice as doors are often too thin and you hear peeing regardless. It's bound to pique someone's interest.
4. When inside a public restroom with others, you hear everything. In that sense, while we all expect a degree of privacy, we all seem to agree that the audible element of privacy simply cannot be realized due to that nature of being that close and separated by a partial wall. So if we expect others to hear us in surrounding stalls, is it not reasonable to accept that you may also be heard outside the restroom itself? And if so, if someone secretly likes hearing and stops there, is that really harming you?
5. I'm not sure why, but I have a lot of female followers. Although anecdotal, the point is that if women here on the forum admire me enough to follow me after posting stories involving listening. That indicates to me I'm not creeping them out, and reasonable evidence that most others are at least not bothered.
6. Moderators allow it and they consider content allowance very heavily.
In summary, voyeurism is one of those things that people are never going to agree on. It's very subjective to the individual.
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Admittedly, I don't read through the experiences area here often and can't say I've seen things on this forum that look dubious, with one exception a few years ago. Someone posted a true tale that I knew was fake due to the image posted as their own, which was a thumbnail of a popular voyeur video. I let her\him know in pm that if I easily saw through it, others would soon as well and her/his respect on the forum would be damaged. I wasn't threatening to expose it, just giving some advice as a friend that it would backfire. She\he took my advice and deleted the post and to my memory admitted to everyone about feeling shameful having done it.
I visit ToiletStool sometimes as there are a lot of good pee stories on there. I can tell you there are also a lot of bullshit stories there. It's revealed by the sheer ridiculousness of the events told. They usually start out believable enough, then the author just loses control and goes full idiot, turning a routine visit to a restroom, or a stopping to pee in the woods, into a 5 girl peeing orgy with his mothers friends and the girl next door. Also as someone mentioned, too many details are indicative of imagination because in real sightings, there usually isn't enough time to notice and recall everything in detail. That's why when I see something for real, I take notes in my phone while it's fresh, so when I share here later, I can at least remember accurately what she looked like and was wearing. Attire is of particular importance to me, I love how clothes make women look and what it says about her, so I make sure to remember.
But regardless, I don't care much if people are lying about true sightings as long as it's at least somewhat believable, grounded in reality, plausible. Scrutinizing everything is a bottomless pit and can lead to one simply refusing to believe anything at all, so no use trying to actively spot it unless it jumps out undeniably. I like what @Dr.P does, using something real as a base and building the fictional tale onto it and just calling it fiction.
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The past few days each presented me with two incredible opportunities to enjoy the aromas of two women following their use of a toilet. The second one just happened a few hours ago as I type this and involves a former teacher from high school, so I'm glad I didn't already post the first one.
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Friday (2/25) I visited an orthopedist a colleague recommended. It was early morning and I was the only patient in the waiting room at the time. The receptionist came out and escorted me back to the exam room, where I waited for over 30 minutes until the doctor arrived. Ironically, I passed the time by reading stories on ToiletStool.com. There was a restroom directly next to my exam room that one of the female staff used as I sat waiting. The walls are thin and I heard a fairly loud stream that didn't last long but was fun to hear regardless, then a flush and hand washing before she left.
Eventually I heard heels coming down the hall and sure enough it was the doctor. Her mask wasn't on yet and damn she was a real beauty, the kind that reminds you there's a scale of attractiveness and few people are high scores like her. Looked early 30s, about 5'7'' (170cm) without her heels, long blonde hair, brown eyes, thick curvy build, average size chest. She wore tight black slacks and brown sweater under her white coat. After examining my shoulder and discussing therapy, she shook my hand and left. I was standing there putting my jacket on and heard her go into the restroom next door. I stuck around to listen through the wall and could hear pretty well as she started peeing in these short but ultra powerful bursts with that thunderous rumbling sound. After a few seconds of that, her stream was steady, flowing hard and heavy for a while longer and then she finished with an explosive fart, I mean a serious low-pitch bowl clapper. I can't think of the last time hearing someone fart that loud honestly. Then I heard the clank of her pulling some tissue, flushed and left, without stopping at the sink. Once her footsteps faded down the hall, I left the exam room, directly into the restroom. There was a faint draft of her perfume until I approached the toilet and caught a putrid metallic ass smell. Could've been due to the fart but it wasn't a “fresh” stink, it seemed more like the smell left due to an inadequate wipe from hours prior that had time to putrefy. Either way, it was a tangible receipt of her use and still exciting to behold. A quick touch of the seat revealed it was still warm. I used the toilet myself since I was there, washed my hands and left. Sure hope she sanitized her hands in her office or something.
Second Story...
Today (2/28) I went to tour a house and the agent turned out to be a teacher I had in high school. She emailed me a few days ago but I didn't take a close look at her picture. When we met at the property, she looked familiar and I asked if she used to teach. She smiled, saying my name looked familiar and asked what class of hers I had, which was her English Literature class during my senior year, 2008. Boys were quite fond of her, myself included. Turns out she left education for real-estate and is married now, thus the different name on her email I didn't recognize. She was excited to see me again. After a hug, she showed me around the house and then we sat down at the kitchen table to catch up. To describe her a bit before continuing, she's 39, brunette, about 5'10'' (178cm), I'd guess around 160 pounds (72 kg) and has a lovely feminine shape, with pronounced curves at the hips and ass, large chest, easily d size. She had on jeans, white top, black calf boots and short leather jacket.
We sat at the table and talked for probably a half hour about current world events, our careers, her husband and kids. Eventually she realized how much time had passed and needed to get to another property, so she stood up and surprised me with saying she needed to use the restroom. She had a Starbucks cup and luckily for me it had time to run through her while we spoke. Before she could say goodbye I quickly asked if I could use the restroom after her. She said sure as long as I was only going to pee since it's unprofessional for agents and shoppers to use property facilities. She hurried over to the half restroom just beyond the kitchen, well within listening range so I was all ears. One of the hottest things about this was that although her back was facing me as she headed over, I noticed her arm movement at her waist and heard her belt buckle as she started releasing it before she was even in the restroom. Soon after she entered the sound of her power hiss was so loud it was laughable how audible it was from the kitchen. No surprise really, as I expected she'd be a serious pisser but the feeling of actually hearing how strong and loud it was is hard to describe. She really had to go and definitely has impressive capacity, as it went probably 20 seconds then it changed to the thunderous flooding sound for a bit. At this point she'd been going long enough that it was a true feat, and every additional second was making it more exciting. I really loved being able to listen to such a long pee, especially from her in particular. Her stream finally stopped then she did some hissing again at intervals a few seconds between before she flushed and quickly came out and said it was all mine.
I went in while she stood in the kitchen making a phone call. The aroma she left at the toilet was majestic, quite different than the doctor's. It was an intense presence of pussy, sweat and ass that was musky and ripe, yet sweet as well and so strong it was hard to believe, like it was alive, almost overwhelming and addictive. I also noticed there wasn't any toilet tissue around, so she couldn't have wiped unless she had something in her pocket. Another thing that differentiated her from the doctor was that the seat was very warm all the way around to the rear, which makes sense considering her height and thicker hips. She can easily cover the full seat surface of any toilet. I peed after enjoying her scent for a few moments then came out. She smiled, hugged me again and said keep in touch about any other houses I want to look at and offered to be my agent as we left. Hoping to see her again soon!
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I wish people understood that for most of us, or at least many of us, we didn't ask for this fetish. It got into us early, in the form of seeing or hearing someone peeing at an early age and that seed was planted. As in my case, I was shaken when I heard for the first time, an attractive teacher peeing profusely in grade school, long before puberty. When I came of age, the interest in women peeing was already there and I didn't know why or think it was weird until I realized my friends had no interest at all. But it's in me, I can't turn it off like a switch.
I wish people understood that having a pee fetish doesn't automatically mean we want to drink a glass of it like our favorite beverage. I'm not opposed to tasting the pee of a woman that I'm seeing exclusively but the primary drive of arousal is seeing/hearing it.
I wish people understood that to us, it is not the same as other bodily fluids and waste. Non-fetishists often file pee alongside fecal, spit, mucus, blood, sweat, vaginal & menstrual and say how is pee any different than those, it's all waste material. The best I can separate pee from the others is the spectacular fashion it leaves a woman's body. Compared to the other fluids, it's visually striking, noisy, sustained and much longer lasting, like a high-performance car speeding down the highway at 200 mph/ 320 kmh vs gridlocked traffic crawling along at walk pace. The speeding car (pee) is loud, visually striking spectacle that turns heads while the slow traffic (other bodily fluids) aren't interesting. Not a perfect analogy but good enough I think. The longer and harder she can keep it going, the more arousing it becomes. To me, a nice loud and long pee is potentially indicative of a woman that is in peak health, like her bladder and pelvic muscles are so strong that they can hold a vast amount and then void it with superior efficiency. And peak health of course translates to maximum reproductive success, so it goes down to a primitive level arousal.
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