spywareonya

Remi, peeing where it can produces damages is the "Stage #2" of naughty piss. The #1 is damaging lifeless things or simply breaking the law. My personal ethic is firm yet a bit twisted to "outsiders", yet sometimes I take responsibility for peeing where it can harm something. Don't do that out of simple horniness. Take full responsibility of the fact that sex (more than everything else, its morbid side) is so "holy" that IT (not YOU) has the right to do EVERYTHING it takes.

And then, piss on everything you want, then go home and cum :-D

For Naughty Rosie

I have to admit that when I take the decision to pee into/on something, I take a seat within my soul, have a little talk with my emotions and morality, and release my bladder only when (or IF...) I decide that I will not care about my deed's consequences  

It happens very rarely that a piss of mine is little... I do not live up to my fetish, I just live, and do things, and if I feel a simple tingling, usually I do not care. It's when it starts to build up that I simply find a place to relieve myself. It's true that I am not that good at holding, but usually my pee scores between half a liter and a liter, therefore it's hard that particularly small pots survive my shower, and THAT is why I usually take a quarter of a second to decide wether to do it or not. Since I am quite emotional and absolutely care not to make my pee evident, I usually AVOID living things and pee into hallaways or simply between cars. To avoid spalshes, I try to pee down flight of stairs or onto leftlats usually very abundant into blocks' foyers. If plants are in very big pots, usually they are up to survive therefore I care not. But I tend to avoid smaller pots.

BUT

If I am in my naughty mood (which means that I am so horny that I begin to lose hold on my mistress side) I take a piss into anything that my pussy can reach and actually care NOT about the damages I make. Feeling uncaring is marvellously dark. Feeling guilty, knowing that you will anyway do that again and again and again, is even better. Guilt can be an absurd aphrodisiac. But it's very hard for me to feel guilty, so VERY naughty deeds are necessary!

Hi guys and girls!

I'm Nancy, I've been out for a while due to certain things to settle but I have a great story to tell you!

On Halloween, I went to a concert with Alex. There were many bands playing really great music, the acustic was really marvellous and the music was like a solid wall that hit you! It was a great night of music, alchool and obviously pee, which I went out from the club to release in the parking lot every time I needed that, almost in full view of everybody! I was a bit disappointed that no single girls were present, only matched, but that did not prevent me from feeling really aroused...

When the concert eneded, Alex and I settled in the little garden of the club, with tables in the open space. We moved there and I sat on his lap. At first we fondled a bit, but I was out for action that evening, so I whispered in his ear to hold his leather longcoat with his hand so to shield his own crotch from Others, and at that point I unzipped him, took it out, and started stroking it gently, focusing in particular on his prick, which pleasure him the most. We where sure enough that nobody would have complained even wether they saw us, but for less risks, we stopped every time somebody passed along our seat. What drove me crazy the most was a couple of girls (probably lesbians but I'm not sure) that were sitting in such an angle from us that I cannot really swear they weren't able to actually see his cock, hard and thrusting out of his trousers, and my hand massaging it quite roughly.

After a while, I saw him looking around a bit worried, and felt him breathing heavy, so I panicked asking myself wether was it possible to bow down and swallow it, but I immediately ackonwledged that it was out of game, so I grew bold and simply continued to stroke him, until he started to sprinkle. I kept stroking it until my man unloaded himself, at which time we looked at his trousers noticing that they got spots everywhere on them :-D it was not possible to hide it, so we decided to move. We went to our car and immediately drove away.

But

I was still very horny, and felt a very strong necessity in my poor bladder. I have to admit, I'm not a drunkyard at all (a girl has to be classy even when she's nasty) but I like to drink, beer and even more fine superalchoolics, like a smokey flavoured bourbon Alex obtain from a friend. That night I really asked much from my delicate bladder (I am not that good at holding, I have ALWAYS peed everywehre since a a child) and furthermore I was definitely tipsy :-D so I remembered a very precise spot along the road homeward, an hous which had Always been without a holder for years, but that recently got a coloured woman to move in.  Well... when I am horny for real, I tend to become... how can I say that?

Nasty

It'like something in my brain tells me that the point is not the actual intercourse, but the hunt-and-catch attitude that waft out through me when I look for tender flesh to enrich my sexuality beyond the couple's walls. So, since I was so horny that it started to become really craving, I asked Alex to stop as soon as we passed along her home. At that point, I very quietly reached for her door, where various flower pots encircled the entrance, pots that already caught my attention from past walks along that road.

I walked to the biggest, spread my legs so that I made my cute muff hover above it (as Always, microskirt, stockings and no panties, obviously) and finally spread my bum with my hands, pushing my pussy as backward as I could.

I pushed, and OHFUCKINGG*D I let out one of the most massive piss I ever released in the last months! It was marvellous, the liberation was like a phisical thing that ran all aroud my body, almost giving it back to me after the need seized it for a time. Meanwhile, Alex was standing in the shadows on the corner to look for any that would come, and I heard him laugh for a while (when he stand guard he is usually silent like some kind of a real mobster!) when I decided to "celebrate" my cruel yet marvellous deed letting out a very satisfying (and very loud, that's what made him laugh) fart, that echoed along the narrow spot around the door. Sin ce I'm short and quite thin, nobody usually believe I can produce such blasts :-) but it's something that my lesbian lovers soon came to know! :-D  :-D  :-D

When I ended my piss, I turned back to look at the results, and I saw that in filled the pot so much that it spilled from beneath, reaching the actual door, forming a noticeable puddle

I was absurdly horny for what I did, and felt wet between my tighs, so we rushed home to fuck :-D he definitely KO due to really violent Mosh, but that did not prevent him for screwing my little arse for good!

At first, I would have preferred stay home to build a ritual for Halloween night, but naughty sexual behaviours are the best celebration to the Gods, so we "simply" decided to fall asleep during meditation. After he spurned my little bum, we went to the trance while he was still within me, hugging me from behind, on one side. I had visions so powerful that they scared me, and I woke up only a bit later. That was a good thing, because actually one should wash after anal :-) we rinsed ourselves (he would have preferred to sleep!) and this time went to bed "really". We slept until next day's afternoon!

During summer, Alex and I often go to a marvellous club utterly build as separated dancefloor stations scattered among an endless grass field, with lights everywhere! Now that seasons are turning, it struck off for the next year (it is open only during summer) but it brought along wonderful memories...

Sincerely speaking, I am not sure we will go back next year, for a couple of reasons. First of all, its price increases each time, and for an anarchist like me, it's umbearable. It was a cash machine already when it used to cost less than a half comparing to this summer, it was not changed out of necessity but out of greed, and I consider greed one of the most pathetic feature among human character. Good foods (Alex is a semi-professional) can be cooked for nothing if you are skilled. Culture can be found on the web, for free. And sex also is free, and is one of the greatest amusement in the world. Why need too much money?

Anyway, the second reason (something like "last but not least") is that since we got caught :-D ROTL security had been increased a bit LOOOOOL

We were drinking (Absynthe, yet not as good as the one that Alex used to buy from a quasi-bootlegger in the past) and I was quite drunk. Al was not, he is both very tough and skiled at meditation and self-control, he is never drunk, I actually saw him drink more than a gallon of beer throughout a party (three to four hours) and getting just a bit whimsy. I always tell him to let go, and he replies that it is not control, simply he hasn't drunk enough! Anyway, I resist alchool very well but not as he does, therefore that night I was quite "happy" :-D we saw two girls, dressed like party animals, hiding behind short bushes, and almost remaining visible, lowering their leggins for a low squat. I remember I thought something like "Look at these two nasty little pussies! If they are not scolded for doing that, what should I think I am allowed to do?" Therefore, performing a high squat (microskirt and no undies, as usual), I started peeing where I was, in full view of bystanders, and got cheered by a group of boys who became friends of Alex just few hours ago…

 I was dancing on a little plateform intended for showgirls but since it was empty, I climbed up there :-D as you can imagine, dancing on a stand eight feet from the ground while being dressed the way I was, got things interesting, especially for boys >:-) some of them started to ask me who I was and I was willing to spend time with them, but I replied (without being disrespectful… sexual arousing is holy even when misdirected) that was already matched. When they asked who my man was, I pointed to Alex, who had been standing silent a few feet away all the time, waiting for them to show up their intentions. Alex is a very kind person, but he is like that because he choose to fight back some kind of inner viciousness that surface when he is angered. For example, people who do not know him well think of him he is a mobster or a devil-worshipper, because he has something deadly jailed up behind his gentle yet vigilant eyes. When they confronted him asking pardon for messing with me, he just replied that they had been very educated and he would like to strike friendship with them. This mix of calmness and invisible-but-awful overall sensation that linger around him usually scare the shit out of people (even dangerous people), and this time was no difference. Referring of him as “lordly mannered person” they become acquainted with us, even protecting me from people who did not like my pornstar attitude and my nakedness.

Back to the narration, we did not build an actual group, because they got their friends while Alex and I prefer to stay on our own when partying, looking for tender flesh to have fun with, yet at that moment we were still all together. That night was not very satisfying from a hook-up point of view, and this led us to do something stupid and funny all on our own. I pushed my ass as back as I could: my urethra points toward and upward so high squat is possible only if I spread my legs enough, but I wanted to look more like a pin up than like a homeless woman pissing in the street, so I couldn’t spread them excessively or it would have appeared blatant and utterly not high-class (very important for me… life can be a poorly recited comedy, or a high-class porn movie, pick one). So, if I cannot spread my legs too much, I have to push my ass as back as I can, and that’s what I did. When I started peeing, at first I was a bit scared that I would have had my piss-jet to sprinkle everywhere, messing with my legs, but it didn’t happened! A couple of girls were grossed by my behavior, and got near Alex telling him to stop me. I didn’t hear his reply (music was loud and he was ten feet away from me to take a better look, I heard the girl only because they were yelling), but he later told me that he “explained them that a nightclub is made to have fun”. When I was done, I was seriously and sincerely horny, so I got close to him hinting with my head toward the bushes that the first two lads went to give relief to their bladders. He got my point and we hid there. Our “new friends” cheered on me, but later they understood I wanted to have some quality time with my love, and got back to dance and talk to girls. When we hid, he took it out to pee and as soon as he finished, I polished it off with my tongue, I love the taste of his piss since we drink a lot of water and his pee is always delicate and aromatic. I started to blow him like no tomorrow, I was horny as fuck and and a more mature lady (mid thirty or almost fourty, probably from the staff) started to walk to-and-from near us while speaking to her phone, and at a certain point she saw us, yet she didn’t say nor do anything, but that eye-contact was supreme. Alex came hard, and we immediately started to repack ourselves because we were afraid that someone else could have seen us and started to tell. In fact, while we were getting back to the dancefloor, a bouncer (very gentle, but very firm, and very likely wise about that) showed up in front of us asking if we were ok and if we went behind the bushes because I needed to throw up or something like that. We said that our head were boiling from music and alcohol and we went away with that, but next time we went to that club, bouncers were sitting (calmly, but with plain intentions) almost in every little hole people could abscond! Sincerely I do not understand why they are so strict, but that’s it…!

We got there another time and the same thing went on… it seems that it has become the standard. I hate people who limit my sexual craziness, I do not feel at ease if I cannot pee or blow my man right there where I am when I feel like doing that. Real clubs for tough people are disappearing. Therefore we chose to relinquish going there… shame, because it was a really nice place!