AngelGirl

Over two liters, Angelgirl? :eek: Forget the cups, we're going to need a few serious-sized pails! :drowning:

Haha you already knew this, Glad, we've talked about capacity before!

Small fucking bladders. I can piss 1.8 Liters!!!

Honestly, the bladders of the other posters in this thread are normal-sized, and it seems like some of them think they hold quite well, soooo... Don't be too critical! :)

Oh and I can hold just over 2 liters at my fullest.

Hello from Southwestern PA! Welcome to the site, and I look forward to your contributions. :)

Angel Girl ,

I do feel for how you had felt for Her . As it was cruel for your co - workers to have treated Her in such disregards . In what she did . Mainly behind closed - doors and no bodies business either . Though that's how it can happen at times. No matter how hard you try to hide it from others . It was bound to have eventually be found out . Which it was. I do feel sorry for Her . As well as for you. In that it might have been a good relationship for both of you to enjoy in together.

have you thought about trying to contact Her and to let Her know that you did care about Her well being . In trying to become a friend to Her . As it seems to me . That she might need that friendship now . To help her get through in getting re - employed again and back on Her feet .

Kevin, I have considered contacting her, yes, but am unsure how to go about doing so. A search of her name has revealed no address in the phone books or online, my coworkers don't know where she went, if she had another job, etc., and the only way I could get her info is to go through company files and hope hers was still there, which is against our rules anyway. I hope one day to cross paths with her again, perhaps when I'm a bit older and more on her level (not that of employee/manager).

Steve, I know I've discussed Kathleen with you before, and I definitely think you're right that she was putting on a front for the emotions inside of her. She was very businesslike and professional at work, very clean and organized, and a really hard worker, I have to give her that, so her job obviously mattered a lot to her.

Kevin, I don't have an epilogue to my story, however there is something else of interest related to this that I can share...

About three weeks before the kissing incident in the office, a coworker of mine told me that she and another manager with whom she's good friends, had somehow stumbled across websites offering escort services from... You guessed it... Kathleen. She worked under an assumed name, but her pictures were all there, naked of course, and she worked in several states in the Southwest as well as NYC as recently as two years ago. One website listed all her services, and although her orientation was listed as heterosexual, the list of services included couples so she was quite possibly bisexual. Also on the list was "fetish-play" which is too broad to be certain to include pee, but nonetheless, she certainly had lived an interesting life. And I suspect her past caught up to her, as it was going around work in the days before she quit, that she'd been an escort and my coworkers were calling her by her escort name, Mistress ______ (Don't want to publicly identify her here) which had to be incredibly embarrassing.

Side note: it's been two months since I last saw Kathleen, and I still wonder what might have happened if I'd taken chances at work. But she was 15 years my senior, and my manager as well, and my workplace is openly homophobic, but I'll always regret not getting to know her a little better.

Gee,@AngleGirl it has been an age since we have heard from you.

I certainly am happy to see you back, and I bet that the others who remember you are also glad.

Thank you, bpb! I'm glad to be back... It has been far too long, and I'm looking forward to catching up with you all! :)

I work in a chain restaurant, and we are almost always understaffed (if our managers would stop hiring so many irresponsible 16 and 17 year olds, maybe we wouldn't have this problem but that's a rant for another day). I'm often working on the cash registers, for 8 hours straight, and because I'm not quite as "girly" as most of the other female cashiers, they tend to drift off into the back to get something and end up on their phones back there for half an hour, or they'll spend 15 minutes in the bathroom fixing their hair and makeup, because they know I'll handle things at the registers. I pride myself on my holding capabilities, so I can easily go my 8 hour shift without using the bathroom, but I'll never forget the day, back in November, when my manager asked me to run a couple rolls of toilet paper into the bathroom because we were super busy and the person who usually tended to the bathrooms had called off that day.

So I was in there replacing the used up rolls of toilet paper with new ones when the door opened and a woman rushed in. I'd never seen her before, but she was wearing the same uniform our managers wear, black pants and a button down shirt in a pale pink striped pattern. (For all of you on here who like details as much as I do, now that I'm openly gay, I really take notice of attractive women, hence the details of her appearance that are going to follow). She was a bit taller than me, 5.7 I'd say, with a slim built and breasts that looked perfect in her tight shirt, shoulder length black hair spilling down around her face, and super gorgeous green eyes, that came face to face with mine as she pushed open the door of the stall in which I was replacing the toilet paper.

I'm not sure which of us blushed harder, but she was all nervous and stammering an apology as she backed out and went to another stall. She literally had barely locked the door when I heard her let go of what was obviously a very full bladder, and she peed loudly and forcefully for a solid two minutes. I basically stood there in a trance, fantasising about her right there in the middle of the bathroom at work, until I heard her flush the toilet and it sent me bolting back to the registers because I didn't want her catching me listening!

About an hour later, during which time I had been super busy with a continuous stream of customers, I looked around and realized my dark-haired bathroom companion was standing down at the other end of the area behind the counter where we prepare food, talking to my manager. As I watched, she started walking around, doing little tasks, cleaning up and straightening up things, etc., and it dawned on me that she was one of our new managers (thus the uniform of course).

Well, to cut through a bunch of unrelated crap, Kathleen turned out to be our new assistant manager, and she and I worked together for several days of her not talking to me, distinctly avoiding me when we were together, probably because of being embarrassed about the bathroom situation. Every time I spoke to her, she was cold and distant, to the point where I began to think she really disliked me. Weeks passed, and periodically I'd notice her running to the bathroom, a sight which usually sent me into fantasizing about her and provided good material for my alone time later on.

Then one night, I was working a closing shift and she was the closing manager. We were the only two females working, and as usual, she mostly ignored me and spent her time helping the guys out with their work. I didn't really care, just did my job and started cleaning up after we closed. I was nearly done for the night, when I heard footsteps and looked around to see Kathleen making her way to the bathroom at her usual rapid rate. I knew I could get away with listening this time, with no customers and everyone else busy cleaning in the back, so I went over to the bathroom door and listened as, once again, she let released what sounded like several hours of pent up pee. Honestly, if I had dared to touch myself right then, I'd probably have gotten off on the spot. But of course I ran back to finish my work, again not wanting her to catch me listening.

Note this last part isn't really about peeing, but I'm includng it as the closing to my story anyway... I finished my work, and my job's rule is that you have to check with a manager before you leave for the night because they've had issues with people not cleaning up and closing properly, so I went to find Kathleen to let her know I was done. She was back in the managers' office, and when I told her I'd finished cleaning, her response was short, and haughty, as if I was deliberately wasting her time by talking to her. I knew she'd gotten a reputation as being cold and nasty in the time she'd been working with us, and many of my coworkers hated her, although I wasn't sure if she was nasty or just shy and quiet mostly, and had never received anything but the briefest of words from her to say for sure. I said good night and turned to walk away, when she called my name and stopped me. I was surprised, and even more so when I turned back around to find her watching me with a weird look on her face. I can't explain it but suddenly I felt this electricity in the tiny office, coming between us, and my mind flashed back to her desperate pees and I so badly wanted to ask her about it. Instead, she grabbed me, pushed me back against the wall just like I've always fantasized about a girl doing with me, and kissed me, hard. Afterwords, I just stood there in disbelief, and she was blushing again as she me kinda awkwardly that she'd thought I was cute the first day we met, and that she'd seen me watching her run to the bathroom all the time. I never did get to talk about peeing with her, because we were interrupted by another coworker, and I later learned that she had put in her two weeks notice and was leaving because everyone disliked her and was unkind to her at work, so I've not seen her again and likely never will... And I'll always regret not taking a chance, in case she was into pee too.

I have often wished that this ocean did not lay between us.

But there are quite a few Americans on this forum, including both the other mods - and Admin too I think.

As have I, Steve. We've been friends for almost 5 years now, and still have yet to meet in person... Hopefully someday, though!

Ah, yes, I forgot that the other two mods are from the US too; it's been far too long since I've talked to them and been around here.

I'm in Southwestern Pennsylvania, and it seems distinctly among the minority, at least of those whom have posted in this thread. Looks as though most of you are all the way across the ocean from me!

I live in the US, in southwestern Pennsylvania.

I'd say the best places to watch girls peeing (and occasionally guys if I get lucky!) are at our big holiday events in my area. 4th of July is a big one because there are never enough portable toilets for the number of people who flock downtown for the festivities and to watch the fireworks, and seeing people, primarily guys, peeing in the bushes or even peeing right out in the open (these are typically the drunk guys). I'm not big on watching people pee, although imagining they were so desperate they just couldn't hold it any longer is pretty sexy.

As for where I pee, living in the middle of a big city doesn't afford many places to pee without getting caught. There has been the occasional peeing in my backyard or the park, primarily in order to take naughty pics for a certain guy in my life, but that's about it.

As was said above, I'm pretty sure this depends on where you're from. Circumcision is common here in the US, and my fiancé is cut, but I have a few online guy friends from the UK and they're all uncut.

I've never been with/seen in real life a guy who was uncut, although I've seen pics from one or two of my UK friends. Personally, I don't think it matters, cut or uncut. I certainly like cut just fine, but uncut would be okay too.

In my real life, there are only two people who know about my fetish for sure. One, of course, is my fiancé whom I met on another pee fetish site, and the other is a... I don't even know what to call him... A man in my family who was a disgusting pervert and sexually and emotionally abusive towards me, who, at one time, I thought I could trust with my fetish. Interestingly enough, he later told me, when he found out I was dating my now fiancé, that if I ever told anyone what he'd done to me, he'd make sure our whole family knew about my fetish and knew where and how I'd met my fiancé. Biggest mistake of my life, telling that man anything... I just am so thankful I now have an amazing guy in my life, one who loves me and who knows everything about me and even shares in my pee fetish!

There is one other guy who may or may not know about my fetish, a friend of my fiancé. It's his old college roommate and best friend now, Alex, who he thinks he told about his fetish back in college and said he couldn't be with a girl who wasn't into it as well. If that's true and John (my fiancé) did tell Alex that, obviously he can put two and two together and figure out I'm into pee too. I've never been sure how I felt about that, honestly, but John trusts Alex totally, so I'm learning to do the same.

Other than that, the others who know are my friends on here, friends I certainly know aren't judging me for anything! I'm happy with things the way they are and definitely have no plans for anyone else to ever be told or find out about my fetish.

I definitely enjoy watching men pee. I don't find it as attractive as the holding aspect of the fetish, but there is something very sexy when a guy takes a long and preferably desperate pee. For me, it's the physical release that I like so well. Walrus mentioned above that women getting their pee fix from a partner are less likely to be on pee sites, but I'm definitely one of those women who enjoys both pleasures. My fiancé, as mentioned in another of my posts, shares my pee fetish and is usually happy to oblige me by holding until he's very full because he knows it turns me on. That's the best part of the fetish, in my opinion.

But the second best, the release, is good too. I personally like what will probably seem really weird but I often ask my fiancé to hold for me when we are on longer drives, say an hour or more, to be desperate when we start out just because it's so hot watching him squirm while driving yet not just pull off the road and pee. A couple glorious times, he's gotten too distracted by his desperation, pulled over and peed into one of the big cups we keep for drinks (and "emergencies" :wink: ) in the car, and the hissing sound, the whole final release of all that pent up pee, really turns me on.

On a side note, I don't know if I'd enjoy a guy peeing if he wasn't at least somewhat desperate first, although I certainly wouldn't turn down a chance to hold his penis for him or to drink from him instead of him using a toilet either.

Love is one of the strangest emotions of all, I've always thought. It can bring so many good and beautiful feelings, but it can also bring more pain than any other emotion. When we find the person we want to spend the rest of our lives with, our soul mate, our partner and our best friend, love is an incredible feeling. When we love someone who hurts us or does not love us back, love can be so painful you have no idea how you will get through it.

I've felt both sides of love, as many people probably have. I was incredibly blessed to meet my soulmate and my now fiancé on another pee fetish site... Of all the members there, he chose to message me and lo and behold, we discovered we lived just a half hour away from each other! We met up, and from the first date, we both knew we would end up together forever. At the time, I was only 18, and was dealing with some emotional issues, but he looked past all that, he saw beauty in me when I couldn't see any, he loved me for who I was and the way I was. He too was still struggling with a breakup from his ex-fiancée who had cheated on him, and we had both had suicidal thoughts in the past. We worked together though, we loved and taught how to love, we got past our hurt and anger and confusion over our pasts and we built our love into a beautiful, perfect feeling that it is today, two and a half years later, and I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.

I've also felt the painful side of love. I was abused emotionally and sexually when I was 17, by a relative whom I thought I could love and trust. He shattered my whole world and I felt alone, helpless and broken. It was shortly after this, as I struggled to recover, that I met my now fiancé, who helped me so much, as mentioned above, but it definitely took a very special man to love me as I was. I learned then that I'd never be able to love in the way that other people do, I'd always have trust issues and certain little fears based on what is experienced in the past. I thought I'd never love or trust again, and indeed it took a while of online chatting before I'd even agree to meet my now fiancé. I considered myself to have gotten all I could possibly want in terms of love after this, until I started chatting with another guy online shortly afterwords.

No, this isn't a "I cheated on my fiancé" story, this is about how love also hurts. This man I met online was from overseas from me, and knew I was attached already. I hadn't thought it was possible to become close to another man, after how difficult it was with my fiancé at first, but I surprised myself by quickly becoming very attached and developing strong feelings of affection for him. He too had a troubled past, so we related well to each other and were good for each other, almost like long distance soulmates. Our relationship over the past two years was as perfect online as mine with my fiancé was in real life. We shared everything, we talked late into the night, we knew each other's deepest secrets. We loved each other as friends and as online soulmates. Sadly, we both just had too many issues from our past, and recently, we broke off our friendship, ending on a very bitter note. I was too quick to jump to conclusions and judge him, he was too quick to get angry and say hurtful things. Two years of love and caring I hadn't thought possible of someone I'd never met, just gone like that.

After this relationship ended, I stepped back and took a good hard look at myself and why, despite being able to have other friends online and in real life, as well as an amazing relationship with my fiancé, my relationship with my online soul mate had failed. We'd both loved each other deeply, but our insecurities, our pasts, our fears and emotional walls to prevent ourselves from being hurt as we'd been hurt before had just proven to be too much for us and I realized he'd never really cared for me after all, just thought he did. Love hurts, and hurts deeply.

Still, I think the good feelings of love far outweigh the bad ones. I'm incredibly lucky to have the people in my life I do have, the ones who really care about me, and I'm learning to let my life take its own course instead of struggling to make it perfect. I think the way I bounce back from the pain of broken love is simply to tell myself it wasn't true love anyway, and to be grateful for those I have who do love me and grateful I no longer have someone who only hurt me all the time in my life.

(Wow, that was deep and rambling! Sorry, all.)

Hi and welcome to the site, Choi. It's really neat to see members from a variety of countries joining here. Hope you enjoy the site and I look forward to your contributions.

I'm glad ;-) to hear you're enjoying it here... It really is a great site!

And really? Saving up some sauce for me? I feel like this is going to be an R-rated conversation, save it for my inbox, you naughty boy!

Don't get saucy, Glad... I noticed the way you said familiar, er, face as a not so subtle hint you want to see something else of mine. Be patient, pics coming. Meanwhile, enjoy this site and all the content here, lol.

Hi glad, happy to see you've taken my suggestion and joined here! It's nice that a lot of us are familiar faces to each other, and I knew you'd recognize several members. I hope you enjoy the site and I look forward to reading your posts. :-)

Awww, I'm a "special friend" lol! I'm glad you decided to join, and welcome! I think you'll like it here, as I mentioned before, and I certainly look forward to those videos you promised me you'd post. ;-)

Slightly behind the times in terms of threads here, but catching up. Interesting idea, and here's my list:

*Give and receive a golden shower

*Pee all over a carpet or piece of furniture

*Be handcuffed/tied down when desperate to pee

*Sex while my fiancé and I are both desperate to pee

*Attempt to pee while orgasming (supposed to be amazing!)

*Play dominant with my fiancé while he's holding, but not give in and let him pee when he asks to

*Role play as a nurse, doctor or cop who is desperate to pee or who is in charge of someone desperate to pee

*And finally, my all time favorite fantasy: help out a guy who is bursting to pee and near tears,or being humiliated by others because he can't hold anymore, by kneeling down in front of him and allowing him to relieve himself in my mouth

Here's hoping most of these come true someday! With a fiancé into the fetish, I imagine I'll have a pretty good chance of this list becoming a reality.

*Coins, particularly the United States quarters, the presidential gold dollars, any coins from 1993 (the year I was born) and working on filling albums of various coins from the 1940's on.

*Silver spoons. Every time I travel to another state or somewhere even in my state that has spoons depicting a scene from a historic place or whatever, I buy it.

*Posters and small trinkets with old Ford cars on them, especially Mustang convertibles from the 1960's.

*Tech toys, usually tablets and laptops, or new phones.

*Books!

*Boyfriends! Haha, kidding, but at the moment, there are a couple of guys who have crushes on me and I really don't get what part of "I'm engaged" they don't understand. :banghead:

I've been doing a bit of shopping for my trip to the beach with my fiancé and his friends in August, so new shorts, several cute shirts, a white summery dress and a beach tote were bought this week. Oh, and schoolbooks for my summer class, but that certainly wasn't the most exciting purchase I've ever made!

Well, being a Christian, I believe there is an afterlife. I'm not fully sure it's "heaven" per se, but there is a place after we die where we go and all our loved ones who have passed away are waiting there for us and we are strong and healthy once more. Same goes for animals... There's a special part of the afterlife just for our beloved pets, called the Rainbow Bridge, and all our pets are waiting there for us.

I personally take great comfort in my belief in the afterlife, because thinking this life is it and when we die, our minds and souls die with our bodies and are buried in the ground or burned to ashes doesn't seem a pleasant thought.

Hi there, and welcome to the site! Hope you enjoy your time here, and I look forward to reading about your experiences and interests.

I'd love to travel all over the world, especially to anywhere in South America or Europe. However, I have two places that are my ultimate destinations someday. For pleasure, I'd love to visit Ireland, to see the old castles and the scenery, and to be in the country of most of my heritage. For the other type of pleasure, I'd like to (and plan to someday!) visit the UK and pay a call on Steve, like we've been discussing for two years now.

I'm also toying with the idea of having my wedding along the beach overseas in England... So romantic and no obligations to invite a bunch of family who hate me anyway.