RhouVesper

Okay, so I've been into naughty peeing since long before I even knew about regular sex, but I've never shared any true stories. This is my first true story, and it happened earlier today. For me, it's a whole new level of naughty, as I've peed on irreplaceable and unwashable things plenty of times, but all in private. Maybe I'll share them another time, if you like 😉 I'm used to writing fiction, so forgive me if it isn't super well-written. It was hard to think straight in the moment, and even now thinking back about it! So I'm 22, a thin, kinda feminine guy with big cartoony glasses

I remember having two distinct fetishes at a young age: destroying underwear and peeing. I used to sleep over all the time at my best friend's house (we looked and acted so alike that teachers often confused us). We were practically the same person. We were the kind of close that when we'd go camping, if I got scared or saw a spider or got cold, they'd unzip their sleeping bag and have me crawl in and share. So naturally, I shared my secret kinks (they hadn't started puberty yet and didn't get the fetish part, but still thought it was really fun--I was a really early bloomer). I don't remember

My girlfriend and I started the same way, and are currently in the same position as you. Contrary to most of the replies here, we just up and go for the messy pees: stuffed animals, the carpet, bed, etc. We make sure to really clean it up well afterwards though, with hand-washing, dabbing out as much moisture as we can with toilet paper, and using fabric sprays (LIGHTLY) to mask it. She also often steals my underwear and wets herself sitting on the toilet, and then we wash my underwear out in the sink when we're done. Then there's the usual advice: drink lots (more volume and less smell/s