Ivy1989

Feb 12 2018

My first extreme sexual pee experience, in all honesty I didn't think  i'd ever have it, let alone have a hubby who appears to be very open sexually and is willing to try things that some people may consider unconventional, by involving peeing (myself).

A few days prior, my husband decided to take a gamble and purchase a nice black dress and a lavender lingerie peice (almost like a V-Motion) and to my surprise, it mostly all fit, a little tight in the bust but that was okay, I made it work lol, And we use Pet names, in the sexual references, if we answer our actual names, then no play time, but if we answer with the pet name, then it's play time, mine is Ivy and his is Mister  

I was on the cruise ship in the dinning area, i had a few cups of coffee (nasty instant cheap stuff lol), 

I was with a guy in a Dark suit, "Mister" and there he took me dancing, but perhaps I danced to much and teased him lol, he was "packing heat" after awhile, and I didn't know what was gonna happen, 

He wrapped his hands around my arm and told me "This way Ivy", he rushed me to his (our) room, where he tossed me onto the bed where I could feel his hand up my dress making me wet, i gasped, and played the part, trying to get away, 

No matter how much begging I did, "Mister" wouldn't  hear non of it, he shackled me to limit my movements of resistance, where he put his head in my chest, sending me sensations and tingles down below, as the need to pee intensified, 

"No more talking Ivy" he told me as he undid his pants, and omg, i was gonna really get it now, I was "Scared" and he began to rub me until I began to pee myself, then he put his cock in my mouth in which I began to deep throat him, peeing myself, I was rubbing myself, he didn't last that long, and there was a good sized pool of pee on the floor, then he repositioned me where he made me cum to a whole new level, where the gag a lone wasn't enough so he used his hand to muffle me lol

After play time, iwas "released" where I cuddled and was kinda giggly, it was for me a very hot experience, I can see how a selected few can combine sex and the fetish so well <3

On 1/19/2014 at 1:29 PM, steve25805 said:

Not a huge fan of classical music generally, but there are actually exceptions, and I am actually listening to this right now:-

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I love the climax of the instrumentals, it's powerful, i've always been a fan of this style of music, a few years ago I would listen to this song at least once every few weeks

The sex was hot lol omg

He showed interested and got me to do it again, he read my "Dark Fantasy" on here and wanted to full fill it  

On 11/18/2017 at 9:48 PM, wetwulf said:

I had a secret that I wasn’t sharing with the ladies. It is true that since my pregnancy, my bladder isn’t what it used to be. It is also true that some of my accidents weren’t accidents, and it is definitely true that I enjoyed each of them, starting with the very first one.

 

I was with my husband, shopping for baby items. I was close to full-term at this point, and so the pressure on my bladder was common. I had managed to mostly avoid accidents, but lately I was cutting it close. As we were walking through the store, I felt it coming as the baby moved.

 

“Babe, I’ve got to pee,” I said. We weren’t close to the bathroom as I said this, and both me and my husband looked around to see how far we would have to walk.

 

“It’s at the front of the store,” he said. “Can you make it?”

 

“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I guess I’ll have to try.” He took me by the arm and led me towards the bathrooms while pushing our cart. I was close to telling him to just leave it because it was slowing us down, but it was already filled with stuff. We did our best to get to the front end of the store, but as we got closer I could feel the pressure growing. The baby moved again, and I gasped as a small spurt warmed the gusset of my panties just a little bit.

 

“What?” my husband asked. “What’s wrong?”

 

“I just peed a little,” I said. “We’ve got to hurry, or I’m going to piss all over the floor.” I quickened my steps as he continued to follow me and push the cart. We finally reached the front of the store, and just as I saw the bathroom doors I could also see a bright yellow chain across both bathrooms with signs that read “Closed for cleaning. Please use other restrooms.” I groaned and looked at my husband desperately. “What do we do now?”

 

“Can you make it back to the other bathrooms in the back?” He asked. I started to answer, but another wave of pressure hit and I stood tall, squeezing my legs together.

 

“No,” I said, “there’s no way. What am I going to do? I’m seriously about to move that chain and go in there anyway.”

 

“You can’t do that, sweetie,” he said. “Let’s make our way back to the other bathrooms, and if you can’t make it we’ll figure something out.”

 

“What?” I asked, annoyed. “What will we figure out?”

 

“I don’t know,” he said. “Just try your best to make it, and then we won’t have to figure it out.” I groaned again, but we started towards the back of the store. We didn’t make it very far, though, before I felt another wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I kept back a spurt this time, but it was clear I would not be as successful the next time.

 

“I can’t do this,” I said, feeling close to tears. My husband stopped and looked at me, and then he looked around as if he was trying to find something. He nudged my arm and led me down an aisle through the women’s clothing section, grabbed a few random items off of racks, like a gown and some shirts, and then we stopped at the changing rooms. “Umm…what are we doing?” I asked.

 

“It’s not the bathroom, but it’s the closest I could get,” he whispered. I was about to protest until the baby moved again and I felt another warm spurt. “Look, babe, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s this or you piss yourself out here in front of everybody.” He handed me the clothes, and the concerned but determined look on his face was enough to convince me. I had no other choice.

 

There was no attendant at the counter but the doors were all opened, so I stepped into one of the changing rooms, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I saw that the bench along the back wall of the room was covered with a thick black cushion. My bladder screamed again, and I dropped the clothes onto the floor turned around to place my bottom on the soft seat. I didn’t even bother with my panties as I just sat back and relaxed.

 

Seconds later, a hot flow of pee filled my panties. I could feel it spray through the gusset of my panties and soak into the cushion under me with a warm, tingling comfort that made me sigh. It was also making me quite horny as it gently swirled around my pussy and clitoris and warmed my bottom. I reached down and slid the crotch of my panties aside and squirted the last bit of my pee right into the cushion, licking my lips at the warm spray against my inner thighs and vagina. It was over too soon, though, and I stood up to survey the damage. The cushion was only a slightly darker shade of black around where I was sitting. You would have to be looking for it to notice something.

 

I straightened my skirt and walked out of the changing room, leaving the clothes on the floor. I grinned at my husband and his face reddened a bit as he also smiled. I stepped up to him and touched his arm. “Feel better?” he asked.

 

“I do,” I said. “Thank you. Let’s check out and get out of here.” Then I leaned closer and nibbled his ear before whispering, “My panties are soaked, and I need a good reason to take them off.”

 

Later, after we checked out and took everything to the car, he drove us to the back parking lot where no one was around, and I slid my wet panties off. He watched me, licking his lips eagerly. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get out.” I smiled as we opened our doors.

 

We walked to the back of the car and he took a moment to look out at the view of the mountains behind the store. But he was also leaning against the trunk and unzipping his fly. I walked to him and placed my back against his chest and soon my skirt was up and his hands were touching me beneath it, feeling and caressing my vulva. It didn’t take me long to get wet again as I felt first his finger and then the tip of his penis touch the back of my pussy. I lifted my hips and butt the best I could until he entered me and I moaned. He kissed the back of my neck and reached around to caress my breasts.

 

“Easy,” I said. “They’re sore.” He whispered Okay and we continued to writhe and move together, me rocking my hips gently and he lifting his pelvis. I could feel my climax getting close, but I could also feel the familiar pressure building in my bladder. I wasn’t sure how bad it was until another wave came over me as my husband’s thrusts grew quicker. “Umm, I kind of have to pee again,” I said.

 

“Okay,” he said and stopped thrusting.

 

“No, no, don’t stop,” I said. He laughed.

 

“What do you mean?” he asked.

 

“I mean I really want to fuck you right now, and if we stop I might lose it, so please, don’t stop.” He chuckled again and grabbed me by the hips as we continued. I moaned again as he continued to enter me, each thrust a little deeper than the last. I was getting closer and closer to coming, so I placed my hands behind me onto his thighs and moved quicker and quicker, feeling his penis pulse inside of me with each thrust. He grunted and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. As my climax built, I felt a wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I cried out and just let go.

 

Immediately, my warm pee flowed out of me, all over my thighs, and down over my husband’s penis. I could feel it flowing under me, soaking his jeans and the back of my skirt, but he didn’t stop thrusting and I didn’t stop moving. He finally groaned and I could feel his penis pulse again and again as he ejaculated inside of me while my warm pee trickled out and soaked our crotches.

 

When we were finished, I leaned back against him and he kissed my neck and shoulders again. “I love you so much,” he said.

 

“I love you, too,” I answered.

 

After this experience, each time I had to pee I would simply find a way to let it out. A few times, I let myself get as desperate as I was in the store, and then find a quiet or secluded place to just let my warm pee trickle down my legs or sit in a cushioned seat somewhere and feel it warm my bottom. My husband and I repeated the wet sex one night when we stepped outside naked onto our back deck and he sat on a chair as I straddled his lap, again facing away from him, and again I had to pee and just let it go when I climaxed. This time, though, when I finished, he said he couldn’t go because he had to pee, as well. So I scooted forward in the seat and said, “Go ahead.” I felt his warm urine against my back, hot and wet, and I turned around and knelt down to let it soak my breasts.

 

“Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot,” he said and continued to spray his hot urine all over my chest. I rubbed it into my nipples and felt it trickle down my tummy to my vagina and slipped a finger inside myself. “Let’s go to the bed,” he said. In spite of my wetness and our nudity, he was able to pick me up and carry me to the bed. I laid down and turned on my side, exposing my ass and very ready pussy to him. He pressed his warm body against my back as we spooned, and he was soon inside of me, thrusting madly this time, panting and groaning. I was surprised when I came again and dribbled more pee all over the bed and us as we cried out together and he again ejaculated inside of me.

 

We fell asleep just like that, wet and messy but comfortable in each other’s arms.

I love a good pee related sex story <3

There is a good variety of fetishes that branches off the pee fetish, welcome 

Hey there, this place is great, share, and like, mingle, more group participations can make this place THE forum to pee  

i bet i do too

No discretion..no hope in hell, nothin, It was a public fail lol, I laugh now about it, but I was actually upset, it was not exactly planned or controlled, I was holding for hours yes..but it wasn't the way i was gonna go out lol 

Heaven knows I peed myself and made a huge mess, and in public due to holding issues, I sneezed and let go, I was in walmart and my soon to be in laws saw the whole damn thing, I was like...fuck...

Remember, if you first don't succeed, try try again

I'm wearing a black lace thong one piece suit 

Shania Twain <3

Pissblog is like a hub isn't it? Directs you to different related sites? (is hub the right word??)

Apparently my cousin thinks of my snowboarding when he hears this song, i dunno why

On 1/30/2018 at 10:22 AM, Sophie said:

Many women don't wipe when outdoors, especially when drunk and peeing on the street.

That's true, 99.99% of the time we dont when drunk or outdoors , unless your one of those in the .0.01%

I bet u made her cum good