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"Lisa's" Story Part 2: Adventures with "Dr.P" by Dr. P. On a particularly beautiful moonlit evening in the fall, we decided to visit one of our favorite bar/restaurant establishments. It had a bit of a reputation as a "meat market", in the late '70's, but we liked it because the music was pleasant, the drinks were not as watered as those of the competition, and there was a small, but adequate dance floor, if the mood struck us. The crowd was about our age at the time, 30's and 40's, so the music was not too loud and irritating. You could actually carry on a conversation. I was w

Thank you. It turned out that just about all of her apprehension and resistance to sharing our fetish arose from that single, emotionally traumatic incident, in her previous relationship. Her social conditioning as a "nice girl" didn't really affect her very much. She was actually a very open, adventurous, creative lady, as I have tried to portray her, in this story.

Yes, I was very lucky, with her. It took me more than a year to talk her into letting me watch her pee. But it was well worth the time and effort. I love hearing and seeing her stream. I love to watch it come out, and see where it goes. I even love the way her pee smells! Pheromones?

Yes, I have had opportunities to share a toilet with a girlfriend, when we were on a trip together, many years ago. Here are the stories of two of those incidents. One afternoon, we went back to the room for a nap. We made slow, sensuous love, then fell asleep for an hour or two. When we awoke, we both had to pee. We walked to the bathroom together, totally nude. When we got to the bathroom, she said she wanted to do something different this time. I was delighted to try anything, so I asked what she had in mind. She told me to sit down on the toilet. I did as she instructed. Then she stra

Introductory Notes: This is a fictional story of my relationship with "Lisa," based on some of the same facts as my memoirs, posted in the Real Pee Stories forum, as well as additional facts and stories that she told me about herself. This story is told by "Lisa," from her point of view, as I imagine it. So it is fictional, in the sense that she didn't actually write it, but it is based on real events, and her comments on them. I think that telling our story from her point of view adds depth and completely different insights, as well as detail, to the story. I'm reporting her feelings and her

Great story! Love the observational detail.

Very interesting! Thank you very much! I have never ever thought of that line of questioning, but I'm sure it would work very well. You're asking about her feelings, which women love to talk about, anyway, and it's very disarming and non-invasive. It also demonstrates empathy for her, as another human being, especially if you share your own feelings. So she may volunteer some personal experiences of her own, in an atmosphere of trust. That's infinitely better than creating a predatory environment, where she feels her privacy is threatened by your curiosity. Thanks again for a great idea. .

All of what you say is true. Sometimes it seems like a mine field. Predicting positive or negative responses from an individual is extremely difficult. Revealing too much, and evoking a strong, negative response, can be a disaster, as you say. But missing a potentially positive response can be extremely disappointing, as I try to point out, in my little fiction story, today. I have found that a humorous approach can be helpful. General attitudes can sometimes be discovered. If responses are negative, an apology for making a tasteless joke or comment, can usually repair the damage. Listening to

Yes, that's all true. At the time, I didn't realize what a treasure she was, and I didn't appreciate her enough. I hope i've learned that lesson, by now!

WetKecks, I think it travels sideways by "wicking" through the cloth of the jeans, or other clothing. We see the same kind of thing when women pee through pantyhose.

"I thought You'd Never Ask" by Dr. P. She called and told him her back was bothering her again, and she would like him to come over and give her a whole-body massage, as he had done a few times before. He hadn't heard from her in a while, and was glad she was OK. He was not a massage professional, by any means, but he loved touching and rubbing her lovely body, and was pleased that she enjoyed his attentions enough to call him. They had dated and been occasional lovers in the past, but he didn't know what to expect, this time. He had always been fascinated by her very relaxed attit

Who Do You Tell? Consequences of Telling and Not Telling by Dr.P. Notes: This post arises from some comments I wanted to make, in the Pee Talk and Questions forum. I realized that I have had a wide variety of experiences generated by confiding my interest in peeing to different women, over a lifetime, and they might possibly be interesting, and even helpful to others, given the strong negative social conditioning which prevails in our Western culture. I think the sheer volume of material that I have is too large for a simple reply in The Pee Talk and Questions forum, so I am posting

I have several experiences to share on this subject. Reactions of female friends and girlfriends have run the gamut for me, from angry rejection to enthusiastic acceptance, with one falling in the area of reluctant or amused tolerance, while another evolved into enthusiastic participation, after initial reluctance. As most of you point out, it is a very delicate subject to bring up or discuss, mostly because of the strong negative social conditioning to which most of us in Western cultures have been subjected. I am a straight man who has had a strong interest in, and curiosity about femal

"Lisa:" Epilogue by Dr.P. "Lisa" and I had a committed relationship for three years, but eventually went our separate ways, remaining good friends who were still very much attracted to one another. We saw each other occasionally and enjoyed some of our former games for several years, after we broke up. The breakup had nothing to do with our sex life. During this time, she dated men she met at work, etc., and often discussed them with me. This was no problem, because I was involved with "Michelle", and "Lisa" was seriously considering moving back with her husband. During her time wi

Great story, with good attention to detail. Thank goodness for women's rooms with very poor sound insulation!

Great story! Like the attention to detail. You're very lucky to have such a generous and accommodating girl. I'm sure you appreciate her very much.

steve25805 wrote: "It is not easy to pin down why this interests me so much. I find it easier to explain how this interest developed,- and have done so several times- than to describe what exactly it is about it that works for me." "I think certainly, the act of peeing accentuates the anatomical differences between the genders, and did so for me at an age when I was too young to understand the sexual differences. So girls peeing accentuated their femininity, and thus eroticised the peeing for me at an age when other forms of eroticism were unknown to me. And my sexual interest stayed

I have never been peed on by someone that I just met, but I did have a similar experience with a girlfriend, right after we made love for the very first time. This was "Jeanie," and I have reported the experience in detail in the Real Pee Stories forum. Long story short, we made love, and she said she had to pee, afterward. I asked if I could come along with her. She answered by asking whether I wanted her to sit or stand? I said "Stand," which she did. I watched her, kneeling in front of her, while she peed in the toilet. Then I licked the dribbles from her pussy, when she finished. She smile

One of the problems in the States, which has become more common in recent years, is that men have been busted for indecent exposure, which is a much more serious charge than public urination, and may carry the requirement to register as a sex offender, which is a huge nightmare. I have never heard of a woman being busted for indecent exposure, just for urinating in public. But caution is always in order, especially in today's world, where surveillance cameras are everywhere.

Thank all of you for your replies, especially Sophie, for presenting a female point of view. I wonder what percentage of women feel as you do, not caring if they are heard, only caring if they are seen? I have heard that some women are very anxious about being heard, and some go to elaborate lengths to prevent that from happening, like running tap water while they pee, to cover the sound. I had one g.f. who did that, when we were first together. I asked her about it, years later, when we had been sharing the bathroom for a long time, and she denied doing it.

Pee "Soundings" by Dr. P. I have never been very skilled or lucky at getting visual "sightings" of women peeing, other than with steady girlfriends, of course. But "soundings" or audio, are another matter. I think I have been fairly lucky with those. I think that sounds can provide important clues to the peeing styles preferred by women, and they can reveal some very intimate secrets, which may not be obvious to the women themselves. It seems that sound insulation is almost never seriously considered, in the construction of bathrooms in private homes and public facilities, particul

A Very Intimate Selfie by Dr. P They were a mature couple, obviously fond of one another, walking hand in hand on the Strand, on a beautiful, summer day. They were dressed casually, she in a light summer dress, with bare legs and low heels, he in shorts and a polo shirt, drinking from paper cups, as they approached some restrooms. They tossed the paper cups in the trash, then hugged, kissed, and continued their embrace. "I really have to "go," she whispered in his ear, as he held her close, "and I might as well do it here, in the restrooms." "I do too," he said, "Wish we could d

The Morning After by Dr. P They awoke late and happy, after their delightful day and night, and made themselves a pot of coffee in the room, while they decided where to go for breakfast. She was wearing her very short nightgown, with no panties, and he told her how lovely and sexy she still looked. After two cups of coffee, they chose a breakfast destination, and decided to get dressed. She headed for the bathroom first, taking his hand, bringing him with her. She sat as usual, with her legs open, thighs a couple of inches apart. Her pee sprayed out suddenly, instantly wetting her

Sweet Dreams by Dr. P After their visit to the bathroom, they made love and fell asleep in each others' arms. Sometime in the wee hours, she awoke, with an urgent need to pee. She knew he would want to go with her and watch her, and she wanted him there. She remembered the warmth and intimacy of having him kissing her thighs, while she peed, in the middle of the night, and wanted to experience that again. She awakened him with a whisper, "I have to "go" really bad, and I would love to have you with me, if you want to come." "I would love to go with you, but why do you want to

The Souvenir by Dr. P They had about a half hour wait, when they reached the restaurant, so they had a couple of cocktails before dinner. She visited the Ladies' just before the food arrived. He asked her to bring him a souvenir, as she had done, years ago. She smiled, knowingly. When she returned, she said "It looked clean at first, but I noticed some dribbles on the seat, at the last second, so I couldn't sit down; I had to squat." She remembered how he had often begged her to squat, when he watched her pee, in the past. "How did you do it?" he asked, hoping for more details. "I'