miniskirtpisser

I am so glad to have you back. I hope you managed to resolve your personal problems.

I love how strong & potent your pee is. It’s obvious that the plant is affected by your pee considering that the only part of the plant that withers is the one receiving your golden shower. How far apart were the first and second pics? Was it days or weeks?

On 2/20/2024 at 12:33 AM, sd91 said:

I might have been inspired by this thread last friday...

The sun hung low in the sky as I navigated the winding roads home from a client meeting. As the minutes turned into hours, a familiar sensation began to gnaw at my insides.

With each passing mile, my need for both refreshment and relief grew more urgent, until finally, I spotted the glowing lights of the gas station on the horizon. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to pull into the forecourt to find the store shuttered and the toilets with it. I would normally just keep driving back out and find a bush to wee in, as this has happened to me before. However, I had other things in mind...

But as I watched the steady stream of cars filing in and out of the station, an idea began to form—a wild, reckless impulse that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. With a determined glint in my eye, I slipped out of the car and made my way to the dimly lit side of the building, my white blouse and navy blue blazer a stark contrast against the darkness of the night.

With a quick glance around to ensure my privacy, I crouched behind the row of bins, my bladder throbbed with urgency, a pressure that only occurs when it's time is so close to release. I hastily hitched up my navy blue skirt, the fabric bunching around my hips, and peeled down the sheer black tights that clung to my skin. My white blouse strained against my chest, betraying the rapid rhythm of my heartbeat as I prepared to surrender to the call of nature.

I squatted low to the ground, I squatted low, my knees trembling with anticipation. Positioning myself for release, I parted my legs slightly, allowing my tights to stretch taut against my lower thighs as I braced myself for the inevitable release.

And then, with a guttural moan of relief, I let go - a deluge of warmth flooding from between my legs and onto the waiting pavement below. The sound of urine leaving my vagina hissed as the subsequent splash against the tarmac mingled with the distant hum of passing traffic, filling the alleyway with the unmistakable scent of my piss. I looked down, and framed by a tuft of neatly trimmed hair, my urinating vagina, with my labia naturally parting to welcome the torrent of liquid ecstasy.

The stream erupted from my vagina with a force that bordered on violent, a torrent of very human liquid that splattered against the pavement with a wet, squelching sound. It cascaded down in rivulets, painting the ground in lurid hues of amber, mingling with the grime and filth of the urban landscape and glinting in the lamp light.

As my stream continued unabated, I forced my muscles to relax, willing my bladder to empty as quickly as possible in fear of being caught. The sound of my urine hitting the pavement was almost deafening in its intensity, a cacophony of release that reverberated through the alleyway with a primal rhythm all its own.

And as the last few drops trickled from my body, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me - a reminder that there's a thrill in succumbing to your urges. With a tissue in hand, I wiped myself dry, absorbing the urine from my previously dripping wet labia, the tissue coming away wet and sticky from against my flesh, leaving me with an additional twinge of excitement as I tossed it into the pool of urine I leave behind, marking my territory.

As I straightened my clothes and surveyed the aftermath of my escapade - a puddle of liquid gold shimmering in the moonlight - I couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration coursing through my veins. I walk back over to my car confidently, yet I suspect leaving little to the imagination of anyone who saw me emerge from the side of the station.

 

 

I love how beautiful and descriptive your story is. Thanks for sharing!

I love this! I love how nonchalant and daring it is. Some of those longshore worker must have heard her pee & might actually be enjoying it. It also seems to me that Madison planned the naughty pee. Thanks for writing and sharing. 

16 hours ago, Brutus said:

Good to know you enjoyed, I know you were waiting for it. Got some more scenarios in mind for page 3.

Amazing!! Can’t wait for page 3

I’m a bi-curious woman but very straight presenting in my personal life. I love looking at woman peeing but somehow man peeing doesn’t do anything for me or eve irks me a little bit. Men peeing just feel a bit too orthodox and convenient. Maybe it’s because I feel that the type of peeing that I enjoy (outdoor peeing & peeing into containers) is more difficult and challenging for women instead of men because women need to expose themselves more and take more risk. 

Thank You thank you thank you for writing this. I must say that the popstar story is the hottest for me. I love all of the scenarios though. They are all fun & delightful. 

5 hours ago, rochauthrowaway said:

Thanks for the positive feedback. I'm not going to elaborate much on her reaction but I can tell you that she definitely wasn't able to stop pissing immediately.

That’s perfect! Having to imagine what her reaction is makes the story even hotter!

I love these 2 stories. With the first one, I liked how you purposely kept the ending somewhat ambiguous. Can’t help but imagining Sophia’s reaction to Santa catching her. With the second one, I felt that you read my mind! I have always wanted a story set in Christmas tree nursery and it’s very hot too. 

I love this. The guy who buys the used shirt is so lucky!

I love it! They are all so sexy and feels like a Reddit thread. I hope we get to read “page 2” from the thread. 

Katrina is a sexy & dangerous lady. Can’t wait to see what the protagonist is going to face next. 

Great first part. Can’t wait for more. I love your description of Katrina peeing into the Odwalla bottle. It’s so sexy. 

I’m so happy to see a new story from you. I love how nonchalant & matter-of-fact Jordyn is with her need to pee. She is really sexy for doing that & your protagonist is a very lucky man having witnessed such an amazing display. I can’t wait to read more stories from you. 

Hot story! I love how resourceful the ladies are. Thank you for sharing.

It’s a really hot story. I love how nonchalant Rebecca peeing was. The details were also very clearly described. Thank you very much for sharing this. 

On 6/10/2023 at 4:06 PM, sd91 said:

Wow, when I first saw this I thought I had been seen for a moment there by someone on this forum!

I then double checked and realised the days don't match up and I wasn't wearing a full suit, and finally I went back into my car rather than going in. Here is my story though! One I wasn't going to write up but since wanted to share.

Tuesday started off with the usual frenetic pace of a day with a client, with me driving out of town early in the morning to meet a client further afield. As it was quite a distance, I had to leave ahead of what my satnav suggested to account for any potential hiccups along the way.

As I pulled into the car park adjacent to the client's site, I had arrived 30 minutes early! I felt the familiar twinge in my bladder - an unavoidable aftermath of my hasty morning coffee and trying to stay hydrated in the warmth with little sips from my water bottle.

I sat for a while, contemplating my options. I decided to carry on as normal for now and checked my phone. An email from another client was needed and I spent a few minutes typing out a reply. I was soon reminded of a need to urinate. I looked out my car window and I had my options. I could wait until it made sense to enter and just quickly use the loo. I could drive over to the nearby coffee shop and use theirs whilst grabbing some refreshments. Alternatively there were some tall bushes bordering the car park. They didn't face the client's site, providing a semblance of privacy. I decided that I felt no reason to wait in discomfort.

Making my decision, I got out of the car, wearing my powder blue blouse, and navy skirt, complete with some black roman sandals I was comfortable both driving in and meeting the client in. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I darted into the bushes. 

Finding myself inside the safe barrier of the bushes, I carefully hitched my skirt upwards and squatting down. The cool morning air brushed against my neatly groomed area, a sea of trimmed red hair that sat just above my vagina. Exposing my vagina next to the client's office felt rather liberating. I'm very used to an al-fresco wee before a client meeting but not usually quite so close by.

The coolness of the morning air grazed my exposed skin, the contrast between the warm sunlight and the morning breeze lending a certain excitement to the moment. Then came the release, a rush of warmth as I sprayed out my urine confidently. The sound of it hitting the dry leaves and soil was almost musical, a soft rustling interspersed with the sharper tinkling of liquid on foliage.

The force of my urine, vibrant and tinged with yellow, created a small puddle below, the liquid pooling onto the parched soil. I tilted my head back muttering 'God' as I continued to piss with gusto, realising that i possibly needed this more than I thought.

The stream eventually tapered, slowing to a trickle before stopping altogether. A few stubborn droplets remained, glinting in the morning light on my labia before shook them off. Pulling out a tissue from my bag, I dabbed my vagina and the inside of my thight ensuring that I was dry and clean before discarding the tissue into my puddle of urine.

Straightening myself and lowering my skirt back into place, I emerged from the bushes. The earlier bladder twinge was completely gone, replaced by a profound sense of relief and enjoyment.

I walked back to my car, the bushes concealing their use as a female urinal. It was more than just alleviating a physical need; it was an act of taking control, of prioritising my comfort and convenience, as well as simply a fun experience. Settled back in the driver's seat, the upcoming client meeting was no longer shadowed by discomfort. There was a certain power in taking care of oneself, even in the simplest of ways, and that morning, in a car park with my client's site within view, I had done just that, with something as simple as pissing in a bush.

Squat and spray. That's what I say!

I love how detailed your descriptions are. It felt very immersive and I had a clear picture of your action, which is very very hot. Thanks for sharing! 

I love your Part 1 and I must say that this part 2 is even much better. All of the pees throughout the day is very nonchalant and realistic. Thank you for writing & sharing this. 

I love how sexy & realistic this story is. K truly enjoyed your thorough description of the pee itself. It’s so fun to read. Thank you for sharing. 

I love the nonchalance. Kaur needed to pee and she won’t let a random onlooker affects her. She’s really my kind of girl. I love this story. I hope we’ll see the other softball players pee too 

5 hours ago, Malika said:

I totally support your idea. If you will buy a plant to make tests it will be very interesting. I am looking forward to reading your post and I thank you in advance if you will tag me. According to the kind of plant it will be interesting to evaluate how it will be able to stand your pee.   😉

Thank you for the support. I am definitely so motivated now. Having said that, the “experiment” won’t start until sometimes though as I’m currently staying with my parents for several months ☹️

On 2/11/2023 at 4:46 PM, Malika said:

Thank you, I am very proud of the "power" of my pee  😉

I find nice that you have the intention to make some tests. If you don't mind, update me about the results please, it would be interesting for me.   🙂

I will definitely make a post about it in this forum & tag you. I’m so tempted to buy a potted plant just for this purpose. 

I can’t believe I missed this. My favorite one is the last story where the ladies leave their recycled beer for the gentlemen to enjoy. That’s just so so naughty. 

19 hours ago, Malika said:

It is me thanking you for your appreciation. Yes, my pee is usually very strong and it harms the plants very much. I don't know if it is normal and if it is like this for everybody, but for me it is. I can confirm that the geranium didn't appreciate my shower  😉

That’s very sweet of you. I really need to test my pee on a potted plant & see whether mine has the same effect as yours. I find it hot that your pee is that strong. 

On 10/2/2020 at 12:18 AM, Malika said:

This story happened to me about 3 years ago.

I work in an office in a big building and in the floor where I have my desk there is a very unpleasant cleaning woman. She she doesn’t clean well and in addition she is very arrogant. Once I had a very bad argument with her because she touched the things on my desk, so I remained very upset with her.

Now, you should know that this woman has her own “closet room” where she has her locker, and the tools to clean around. Except when she is changing her clothes this room is open all day, so in winter time when it is too cold to stay on the terrace, we girls go in this room to take a break and smoke a cigarette.

Now, a couple of days after the happening of our bad argument I had to remain at work overtime, it was in late afternoon, almost evening and I was feeling tired and nervous so I went in that room to smoke a cigarette. While I was smoking I realized that I had also to pee pretty bad so in my mind I was thinking that I would have gone to the toilet before returning to my desk... but when I was still there my gaze fell on the plants that the cleaning woman grows with lots of love and care and a nasty idea jumped in my head thinking of the bad discussion we had a couple of days before. The plants were inside because in winter time the cleaning woman keeps them inside and not on the balcony (otherwise they would get frozen quickly) so I decided to pee on her favorite plant that she was so proud of 😉 It was a beautiful white geranium in a pot that was about 25 cm high and 35 in diameter. I wanted to put immediately in practice my revenge, so I locked the door of the room from the inside (as the woman does when she changes her clothes) and I went at the pot, I moved it a bit aside from the wall and I pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties and popped a very low squat attached to the plant, let’s say, I was almost holding the pot tight between my legs and my pussy was right in the leaves of the plant. I wanted to stay so close because I wanted to minimize the splatter around from my strong stream that would have hit the plant...  so, when I felt that I was in the correct position, almost “embracing” the plant with my legs,  I let my pee flow free, right in the geranium... I released a huge quantity of pee that soaked the leaves in front of my pussy and flooded the pot filling it with my urine almost up to the border. Thank God it didn’t overflow because there was enough free volume inside the pot. Then I rearranged my clothes and pushed the pot carefully close to the wall again. Then I left the room and reached my desk very relieved and satisfied for my little revenge against that unpleasant woman.

Now a little continuation of the story about the following days.

My revenge took place on Friday. On Monday I was back to work. As everyday I went to have a smoke in the room with two colleagues. When we entered in the room I had a quick look to the geranium and I noticed that it was already showing the signs of suffering as a result of my pee, since the leaves were turning brownish. At the end of the week the plant was almost completely withered.

I was sorry to have killed the plant, but it was a good revenge against that stupid woman. I wondered if she understood what happened and I imagined her smelling the plant in order to understand what poisoned it and in that moment she was actually smelling my urine. Yes, a very good revenge.   😉

Your pee is amazingly strong!! Considering how your pee managed to harm that sidewalk plant, that indoor geranium really doesn’t stand the chance. Thanks for sharing.