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Excellent piece,Steve. One of your best.

Great story, reminds me of saunas I have shared with Vicky. It's strange the way piss is cool on your skin and a lovely contrast to the usual warm feeling.

I drank a full pee direct from a girl once. She was sat in a chair and I put my mouth tight over her pussy while she peed. It was quite difficult to swallow and breathe but I did enjoy doing it. She had plenty to drink before so it did not taste strong. I've taken the odd mouthful from three other women, most of the time it was ok.

Of all the naughty places I saw my last girlfriend pee, the naughtiest must be the in the pub under the table. Not that I actually saw it, but sitting opposite a woman who you know is pissing out of sight allows the imagination to fill in the rest. I remember her doing it five times in total. The first time was a comment on the poor service, but the other times she did it purely for convenience, very casually sitting on the edge of the chair with her skirt pulled up at the back. I only saw her do it at lunch time. No need for dark corners, just a corner seat facing the room, her coat on the se

Dear Wet Carpet Last week had a spare day so drove to town on my own intending to browse the shops and get a few things for the garden. As I got near the town centre I realised I would need a piss fairly soon so was looking for an opportunity. There was a free parking space so I pulled in amost outside an antique shop. I had been in there before with Les and remembered it had lots of alcoves and corners and some carpet. I was wearing a loose skirt just below my knees and of course no knickers. Not desperate to piss, I wandered around the ground floor until I found an area with a patterned r

In your own time Stev with my full approval. When I can see what is there maybe I can add some more. Congrats on becoming staff member.

Steve, have you save any of the Vicky stories? I can't find the originals and struggle to copy/paste I am trying to write more but have lost track of which stories I have told

Western, The unforgiven War, Apocalyspe now Best film, The Wicker man (original)

Keep it up Steve, the story just keeps getting better. Under the boss's desk reminds me of Vicky'so last job.

Excellent story Steve, naughty pissing at it's best.

As this is fantasy, I will go back a few years and choose Julie Newmah or a little earlier, Lauren Bacall.

This was a couple of weeks ago and happened in one of those chain pubs where we stopped to eat on a day out. By the time we had finished eating the pub had become quite busy and noisy. Everybody was talking, eating, drinking and taking no notice of us or anyone else. The three people at the next table got up to leave and as they did so Vicky moved her big shopping bag closer and adjusted herself in her seat moving forward and leaning over to me to tell me quietly that she needed to piss before we left. She made no attempt to get up and I realised why she had been fidgeting in her seat.

I have had the pleasue of five out of your eight Steve. I don't think the policewoman is very likely though but I fancy trying the last. My own list? Have a piss in a womans mouth while I'm driving and she drinks it all. Have two women piss for me together. One on my cock and the other in my mouth. I came so close once but only one of them would do it.

When I was much younger I went round to see my girlfriend one night and she wouldn't answer the door, (I was drunk) so I pissed through the letterbox. I was a glass panelled door so I saw it land on the carpet inside. Strangely she never mentioned it.

I read somewhere that the woman who played the Borg queen, Alice somebody?, took eight hours to get made up in her costume. There were holes in the soles under her feet and she stood over a floor drain to relieve herself during shooting.

I have a wonderful book entitled 'Liquid Gold, the lore and logic of using urine to grow plants' It also has many interesting other uses. An example ''Soaking tobacco leaves in the urine of young girls was part of a traditional cigar manufacturing process in Cuba''

I have swallowed pee from a few women. More than once I have drunk the lot direct from the spring but I prefer to just taste a little unless she has nowhere elese to do it, maybe to avoid bed wetting. After some experiment the best flavour is after she has drunk home made cider, no chemical additives or sweeteners, with a glass of water between each pint to dilute a little. If she can top up with a glass of mead, the resulting pee has a subtle pleasant taste which I am very happy to drink.

Unlike the Vicky stories this is fiction. Any interest in part 2? Barbie had had enough of Ken. They had been working in the same hotel all Summer both living in staff rooms at the back of the building. Ken had spent many nights in Barbies' room, he had fucked her whenever he felt like it, insisting she always kept her door unlocked at night so he could come in and get in her bed, and her cunt, whenever he wanted. A couple of times she had woken in the morning to find his come on her face where he had wanked over her while she slept. Last week, she had been woken by him pissing over her afte

Vicky and I had decided to spend the evening watching some films and drinking wine and beer. I had only moved into the house recently and much of the furniture, curtains and carpets had been left by the previous owner. As Vicky got up to pee for the fourth or fifth time, at which point I reached for the pause button, again, she commented, for the hundredth time since I had moved in, that she hated the orange rug in front of the fire. When she came back into the room, I suggested that next time she needed to pee, she should squat on the hated rug and we wouldn't have to pause the film. “I'd hav

Vicky and I had decided on a weekend away by the sea so we found a small town on the East coast. Arriving just as it was getting dark on the Friday evening, we weren't too fussy about where we stayed so accepted the first hotel with a vacancy. The room had a comfortable double bed and a view over the sea but the shower and toilet were, although private, just down the corridor. After the long drive we settled down in the room, opened one of the bottles of wine I had packed and began to watch a film on the TV. There was a sink in the room so, after a while when we both needed to piss I stood at

slight fuckup with user name but I did write it. Check out peesearch for Vicky stories some of which are of the same woman. I have always written stories close to fact, only altering dialogue when translated from Welsh and possibly location to avoid identification. I will try to write a few more tales.