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I grew up on a farm, so men pissing on the ground was just 'normal'. We stepped around the corner of the nearest building and just pissed on the grass. As grandpa got older he had trouble walking, so a few times I saw him just get up from the stool where he was working, and piss on the grass right in front of him. It's wonderfully liberating to piss on the grass! Our urbanized society just doesn't allow much of that anymore. Too many people, not enough space.

Welcome, it's good to have you here!

Maybe this is a stupid question but... why not wear a short skirt over pants/leggings? The leggings give you coverage if you're being active in a way where one wants pants and not a skirt. When you need to go, pull down the leggings, the skirt still covers one's bits for modesty. As someone who has worn a kilt on many occasions, I appreciate the ease of access that a skirt offers. I understand they aren't for every occasion, but when worn as part of layers they have some real benefits. There are also 'rain kilts' which are lightweight and designed to dry quickly. They could be put on

I am amused by the notion of Hogwarts toilets being self-repairing (toilets do break down eventually, and if no plumber wants to go in there because of a ghost, they won't be repaired), and possibly having magical plumbing that whisks the waste away somewhere (or recycles it somehow?) The idea of Myrtle constantly spying on everyone using the toilets, and becoming a toilet fetishist is rather hot.

Oh yes, it's the best place (apart from peeing in someone else's swimsuit). One gets the warm feeling, and it's instant cleanup!

Thank you so much for sharing your experience. If you would like to share more, the rest of us would love to read more!

Absolutely brilliant! Epic work!

I admire you for being able to hold it that long!

Thank you for sharing this with us. Have you done this often (held your pee for a really long time)? Is it still pale and watery, or did it become dark and concentrated?

I've thought about this sort of thing for *years* and occasionally have done a search for "glass toilet". That's how I found this thread! I can only echo what others have said, about how hot it would be to watch women peeing in something like this. I once started writing a story about a woman who develops a fetish for toilets and eventually owns a plumbing supply house - and I might work a glass toilet into the story. On a less-impractical note, glass basin sinks are a bit more common, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to have a lovely lady squat on the countertop and pee into one.

Thank you so much for sharing this, it's really hot! I loved reading the wonderful details of your arousal and relief!

The two urinals at 90degrees to each other reminds me of a hilarious song I heard performed by Stephen Brust (the fantasy author) called "The Spaceman With Two Dicks". It exists nowhere that I know of except in the minds of those lucky few who were there to hear it, but I remember a line "I took the left urinal, and he took the other two..."

That's pretty impressive. I only dropped out once! I still find it interesting tho - the section of Derek Lowe's chemistry blog titled "Things I Won't Work With" is gut-bustingly hilarious. Especially when he makes jokes about flourine chemistry and the corresponding "limb to chemist ratio". https://www.science.org/topic/blog-category/things-i-wont-work-with Dumb stuff in my head? Knowing the 87 counties in Minnesota, and which position some of them are in alphabetical order.

That's a great story. Thank you for sharing. I'm glad you and your dad can have a good laugh together about that. I am reminded of an ex-gf of mine who made sure to piss with unusual vigor. It wasn't a cute tinkle, it sounded like a firehose. I gather some women have been told to do that because it was supposed to reduce the risk of UTIs.

Henriette Allais, Playboy's Miss March 1980. I would dearly love to watch her letting out a massive gushing stream in this position. To see her watery, pale piss puddle on the concrete beneath her and flow around her shoes until she's squatting on those stillettos over a puddle of her own pee.