lesful

April 12th 1992

I was out drinking with Clare last night and we ended up in a crowded nightclub. There was a queue for the toilets, which was a real hassle. So we waited for the queue to disappear but it never really did. We ended up so desperate we'd probable never have made it, anyway. We realised we had to pee or we'd end up wetting ourselves. Luckily we were sitting at a table in a darkened corner with no one paying us too much attention. Clare laughingly suggested that we just piss in our beer glasses. But I had a better idea, and suggested that we just perch on the front edge of our seats and piss right there on the carpet.

Clare laughed, "Donna, that's disgusting."

I just pointed out that it wasn't our carpet so why should we give a fuck?

So we ended up doing it. Both sitting with our muffs perched over the front edge of our seats, Clare pulling the crotch of her shorts and panties aside, me with my trousers around my knees. And soon we were both pissing right there on the carpet under the table. We were making a massive puddle there as well, because we peed for what seemed like ages.

Towards the end, these two guys approached us, laughing. One of them asked if we were actually pissing there. I guess they were at just the right vantage point to notice. Clare immediately stopped peeing and closed her legs, looking a little anxious and embarassed. But I just carried on pissing as I responded to them with something like, "Yeah, it's just more convenient."

They laughed. Clare was rather surprised that I just carried on pissing whilst chatting to them. She said something like, "Donna, I can't believe you're still pissing!" She laughed.

I just grinned and said something about nearly being done and that I might as well carry on until I finished now.

After I pulled my trousers back up, we all looked under the table and laughed at the huge mess on the carpet. Clare chuckled, "I can't believe we just peed on the carpet!"

I thought to myself - if only she knew about all the pissing antics I'd been involved with. Which includes pissing on her kitchen floor with her boyfriend when she's been out, lol. Hope she never gets to read this diary.

Anyway, these guys latched onto us for the rest of our stay in the nightclub - we got to see their dicks as they pissed in their beer glasses, and both Clare and I peed on the carpet under the table again. But eventually, Clare went home alone, as did one of the guys. But I went back to the other guy's flat with him for the night. On the way - now quite drunk - he kept going on about me and Clare pissing on the carpet and how sexy it was. And I was feeling a bit naughty myself, so I laughingly said I'd hold his dick whilst he peed if he wanted when we reached his place - as long as he did it on his kitchen floor! He laughed, but we ended up doing that.

We both stripped naked - my suggestion - then I held his dick as he started pissing all over the kitchen floor tiles. I aimed it around to spray a large area, and I could feel him starting to go hard. So this was obviously turning him on. When he finished, I crouched down over a still dry part of the floor and without even asking if it was ok I started pissing right there in his kitchen too. But he just stood there grinning, his dick getting even harder.

After that, both feeling horny, we had wild sex on his bed before crashing out.

I woke before him this morning, so just before getting dressed and leaving, I popped a squat beside his bed and pissed on his bedroom carpet, lol. I wonder what he thought about that when he woke up!

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.

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. She had been pulling up her skirt as she sat at the front of the bench. I moved my own chair back slightly and turned diagonally to my right to keep my feet and legs away from the area I realised was likely to get wet at any moment. I saw nothing, but heard a quiet splashing on the carpet under the table as she looked at me and said 'That's better'. Nobody noticed her piss because it was so busy and there was no line of sight from any other tables. Even so, as soon she was done she got up, finishing her pint as she did so and we headed for the door. Vicky had been promising to pee in a pub for me for years, just waiting for an opportunity. Next time she says she will do it in a place I can watch but hadn't wanted to miss the chance she had.

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 after he had come into her room drunk He had pulled back the sheets before he did it and had stood beside the bed spraying his hot beery piss all over her body so it was no accident. He had also made her suck him off before staggering back to his own room to sleep.

Ken had on another occasion, made Barbie piss on the floor in her own room so that he could watch. They had both been a little drunk, Ken had as usual, pissed in the sink that all the staff rooms had, Barbie went to the door intending to go down the corridor to the shared toilet, and found it locked. “If you can't get out, you'll have to piss on the floor” said Ken. Barbie had refused, and asked for the key. “I mean it” he said, “go over by the window, squat facing me, and piss on the carpet. Now!”

“Please don't make me do that, let me go to the toilet” she pleaded.

“Do as you 're told. Now go over there and piss.” he told her, in a tone that suggested she should not argue. “And make sure I get a good view”. he added.

Barbie walked across the room to stand near the window. Turning to face Ken, she lifted the short skirt she was wearing and started to lower her panties. “Don't! Just pull them to the side.” Ken snapped. Barbie squatted, her knees wide apart and as she reached beneath her to pull her panties aside, her hairy cunt was smiling directly at Ken,sitting on the bed a few feet away. She had never pissed in front of a man, nor on a carpet, and her usual inhibition would have prevented her doing either, but she was pretty drunk, and her bladder by this time was bursting. She closed her eyes, imagining she was alone squatting in a secluded wood, and let out a little clear piss, just a dribble on the blue carpet. A little more, a trickle this time, and a tiny dark puddle of blue, quickly soaked in. Then Barbie relaxed, her piss flowed freely over the floor, as she was leaning back slightly, her stream landed on the carpet a foot from her opened lips. Ken had watched fascinated until she had finished, rubbing his prick as he stared at the stream and it's source. The pool on the carpet by this time was two feet across, and not until then had Barbie opened her eyes. She was horrified at the mess she had made, but Ken gave her little chance to reflect on it before he leaned her over the bed and fucked her quickly from behind. He had then collapsed on the bed and fallen asleep.

Before she too went to sleep that night, Barbie decided that it was time to move on. The night Ken pissed over her, she worked out what she would do before she left. Barbie had come to Exmouth from the North, Ken was a local and had friends in town. Once Barbie had gone, he would still be around to suffer any consequences. Barbie had lined up a new job to go to, and had a date to leave. So in the next few days, Barbie intended to not only piss at least once on Ken, but anywhere else that he could be blamed for, or at least suspected of. The occasion of pissing on the bedroom floor had not only broken her inhibition of pissing on a floor, but had shown her the possibility of pissing with her panties pulled to the side, something that had never occurred to her before, but was a definite advantage for a sneaky pee. She would make use of this in the next few days.

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 have to be a lot more drunk to do that” she said. Next time she went to pee, I suggested the carpet as soon as she got up, but she replied that maybe another drink and maybe next time.

After her next beer, she stood up and I said “You really don't have to leave the room you know” She looked at me a little drunkenly, lifted her skirt, and pulling down her knickers as she did so, squatted. It took her a moment to get going. Pissing on the carpet in front of the television isn't quite the standard behaviour in most living rooms. She pissed while I stared. I knew this wouldn't lead to sex, so I just looked and stored the memory. It wasn't a massive piss, but there was a cone shaped puddle on the rug. When she finished, she stood, pulled her knickers up and sat back on the sofa. “That was convenient, but I don't think I should have done it.” I told her she may as well use the rug for the rest of the evening, as now I had a reason to throw it out, she may as well make the most of it.

Vicky pissed on the rug twice more that night. After the second time she took her knickers off. The third time, was even more convenient for her. With nothing under her skirt, she just moved to the edge of the couch and pissed on to the now well soaked rug. I was able to get a good view on both occasions as the first time she squatted facing directly towards me with her knees apart, She was also showing off how far across the floor she could spray her golden jet. The final time off the edge of the sofa I was able to reach between her thighs and stroke her although being careful not to touch her stream and get pee over the soft cushions.

When we went to bed shortly after, I rolled up the rug and put it into a plastic rubbish bag. In the morning, I threw it out. but it was only one of half-a-dozen old rugs that I found in the house.

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 the sink while Vicky squatted over a half-pint glass and pissed into it. She filled it about three-quarters full and handed it to me. I poured the warm contents down the sink and we both sat back on the bed with more wine. Vicky continued to use the glass for the rest of the evening, squatting by her side of the bed and passing me the glass when she had filled it to empty into the sink on my side of the bed. As the evening wore on, and we both drank more wine Vicky found it more difficult to aim into the glass and a few small splashes of piss went onto the carpet. I knew that when Vicky woke for her midnight piss the glass would not suffice for aperture or capacity. On Vicky's side of the bed there was a small cabinet between the bed and wall. Just as Vicky was going to sleep, I got up and moved the cabinet to near the foot of the bed, saying, “The splashes won't show there.” nodding towards the thick carpet under where the cabinet had stood.

Vicky fell asleep but I was still awake when she woke later with a full bladder. The room was almost totally dark as she sat up and got out of bed. She squatted low, resting her arm and head on the side of the bed. “Can you give me the glass.” she said sleepily. “Do you need it?” I replied. “Not really, and I can't be bothered” she mumbled and her heard a soft hissing as she started to gently piss on the carpet. She pissed slowly, probably letting out about a pint making very little noise in the quiet darkness. After she had finished she got back into bed and I put my hand on her warm damp cunt as we both fell asleep. In the morning I moved the cabinet back in place to cover the only slightly damp carpet. Vicky has pissed on my own bedroom floor more than once and her late night piss is always colourless and odourless, so once occasionally on a floor seems to do no major damage.

The following night Vicky again used the glass during the evening rather than go down the corridor. Again, last thing of the evening I moved the cabinet just before going to sleep. I then pissed in the sink and as I was getting back into bed, Vicky got out. I reached over and offered her the glass. “I won't be using it later so............” she trailed off as I heard the hiss and accompanying splash as her stream hit the carpet. I leaned across to watch, last night it had been dark when she pissed but tonight the light was on and I got a good view of the spray from her hairy bush as she let it flow. It was only a quick piss and soaked in quickly. I turned off the light and we fell asleep together. She woke again to piss later in the night. I am a light sleeper so seldom sleep through her getting up. She sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed, slid off and squatted, again in the pitch dark. I heard the hiss and splatter again, visualising it in my mind. I grabbed my cock and wanked myself hard. Vicky finished her piss and I came just as she got back into bed. In the morning the carpet was still damp. It was a bit more piss than we would normally leave in a hotel room and something we only do very occasionally but it was a long time ago now, and still gives me the horn when I think on it.

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.