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Not a pee story, but hopefully amusing.... For a while with work I used to travel from time to time to the outskirts of Munich in Germany. Usually just a flying visit, but occasionally two days. One one of those two day trips I decided to try out the hotel sauna. What you should know about this tale is that I'm very short sighted without glasses and also, on occasions very self conscious. I went into the gents changing rooms on this afternoon, stripped off and out of the other changing room door into the dimly lit gents sauna. Once I acclimatised to the heat the relaxation was awesome

Sounds like a situation to be recreated... and shared of course. You know you want to... 😉

It varies from time to time, but at the moment having a lady kneel over me and give me a shower - feeling her hot wee trickle over my cock and balls. A bit of domination thrown in too for good measure. Having a lady let me kneel in front of her whilst she was on the toilet, stroking her whilst she peed over my fingers. Alas she wasn't into pee and it was a one off. Female peeing especially when resulting in pleasure - so that opens up all the avenues of holding, deliberate wetting, naughty peeing, showers and the like. Not sure - probably pictures on the internet. Can't

That’s right, we’re all members here because of our mutual interest- and building up barriers between us (I won’t use the term walls) isn’t helpful. As a complete outsider to US politics and a European, two things are apparent to me: - politics the world over isn’t always about who is best to be elected, but sometimes about lesser of evils. After a period of one party in government, a swing in the opposite direction isn’t necessarily a vote for a particular candidate but perhaps a vote in favour of opposing manifesto goals? - the media hold huge sway over the way particular par

Mine was super young as well.... On the first day of primary school I was marched out of the school gates arm in arm with Jane, who'd decided on day one I was her boyfriend. The friendship stuck and our mums must have come to some arrangement, as I remember spending after school afternoon's at her house. I'm sure it was pretty early on in that first term of school we were in her bedroom and she disappeared out of the room. I followed and found her sitting on the toilet with the door wide open. That was the first time I saw a girl's slit (and I've been in awe of them ever since) and pr

I’ve got no problems with ‘shared’ per-se, but in a wider context I’m not sure they’re the right thing. I’m talking here specifically about open bathrooms with stalls - not the shared cafe bathroom with one toilet and a locked door. Equality and progression are fine, but I suspect there’s more people not ready for the concept than in favour. We’re on this forum obviously a very open crowd when it comes to bathroom behaviour - but we are in the minority of course. Security and privacy are key considerations. Is it perhaps fair to say that (as a generalisation) that sexual

Yes, I enjoyed those quite a while ago and have just refreshed myself on them. My favourite remains the first one of you, squatting with your back to the camera in the lacy top. When you mentioned that you were peeing at the time it was the icing on the cake. I do love the darker images too - dark in lighting and a dark moment too.

Hi Carpet-eers, it's Sophie here again. After my last letter, I just wanted to share with you an amazing experience from this weekend. I'd been invited to a thirtieth birthday party of a girl I went to Uni with, so bit of a course reunion too and it was an 80's themed party. I'd decided to go as a generic rock chick kind of character. To give the lowdown on the outfit, from top to toe I had my hair set up in curls with a ribbon bow on top, loads of bold makeup, then a little black leather biker type jacket with just a lacy Basque underneath and lacy fingerless gloves. Lots of silver

“Cheers Girls, I still can’t believe how much trouble you went to for me today.” said Lucy. “It was our pleasure” winked Jenny, and the twins giggled. The four girls, Lucy, Jenny and twins Katy and Abby had spent the evening in the pub at Lucy’s request. She had insisted on treating them all to drinks as a thank you for their day’s efforts. Lucy really did feel like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The incident with Steve on their day out had really disturbed Lucy, but Jenny had dealt with the situation perfectly. “Here’s a toast” said Lucy, raising her large glass o

They are great photos - would love to do a shoot for you, maybe in an old dilapidated hotel. A lot of people confuse photography as capturing light. It's far more exciting and sensual when it's about capturing darkness, with just hey highlights breaking through the shadows.

There was a report on Twitter yesterday, that he now flatly denies the Tim Apple comment - despite the video evidence. That for me places him firmly in the territory of either a dementia type condition, or some other form to egotistical mental illness where he believes himself to have the power to declare truth over and above any form of evidence. The media presentation always seems to have played the latter card, but I'm giving credence to the former.

Hey @puddyls, if that house across the street from you ever comes up for sale be sure to let us know - there’ll be a bidding war.

And the problem being.....? 😉

I can't echo what @spywareonya and everyone else have said - we've never met in person, but we are friends and we are here to listen, hug, laugh and cry with you or anyone else who needs it. You are part of this community and whether you realise it or not, you give all of those things to us too. Mental health is finally being recognised as just a real thing in the professional world as flu or a broken leg - that's great! I would say though, don't let the label define you. What I mean is, the doc may have evaluated your situation and suggested that you have low confidence - but don't loc

Again.... Why wouldn't anyone....?

Great memories @sd91 - well worth cherishing. There are a set of stories The Rugby Girls in the fiction section, and obviously they're close to the mark.

Last week... I had an hour long presentation / meeting in Liverpool in the evening. I had a normal day at work, a couple of coffees during the day, then mid afternoon felt myself flagging a bit so had a cold can of coke for the sugar and caffeine hit. I was banking on the drive to Liverpool being about an hour, but was thinking of home to city rather than from work which adds 20-30 minutes, plus the rush hour factor. Hence I left work after a pee at 16:45 and it took 2 hours to get there. By the time I got into the city I was getting a bit uncomfortable, and knew there was the cha

Agree - there have been dead times of course, but there have also been lengthy and awesomely active chats. Also on a related note I haven't seen any pestering questions either.

The boring engineering mind in me finds it mildly amusing that twice as many people have gone for 'large' or 'titanic' as those that have gone for 'tiny' or 'small' - maybe that comes with the territory. The thought that really amuses me is the responses you'd get if you asked the blokes to estimate the size of their todgers!

Two related questions from me.... Skirt / Dress or Trousers and do you prefer Silk, Cotton, Lace, none or other underneath ??? Thanks

Hopefully you're already aware of my reactions to your photos. I'm a huge fan of any 'real life' pictures, actually more than commercial porn - the fact that it's a real person who could walk past in the street or I could be talking to over a shop counter just adds to the heat. I'm also personally a great fan of curves - perhaps again it's part of the real life girl thing - but curves (especially in a certain place) and consequently the 'real sized' figure definitely do it for me. In a different universe, or at least in different circumstances I'd be there as you personal film crew.

Think of it as your own personal superpower - Miss Arousalot... ok the superhero name may need work,

The next part of the Lucy series - I think I may have given a bit of a spoiler in the title. Fear not though, lots to female action too. This story follows on directly from Lucy & Steve's day out and the Lucy's heart-to-heart with Jenny. If you haven't read them it's recommended first. This chapter is a long one... Hope you like it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Steve rode his motorbike up the long driveway to the stables and parked near the door to the farmhouse. He took off his helmet, stepped up to the front door and rang the bell. After a few momen

There’s a risk I’m old fashioned and sexist, but a girl leaking seems to be embedded as ‘allowed’ and even some sort of norm. So often people (who presumably aren’t into the fetish) use terms like ‘we were wetting ourselves’ or ‘pissing my sides’ to simply refer to laughing uncontrollably. Hence in your case Riley, I don’t think you’ve got anything to feel mortified about - agree it’s perhaps embarrassing to be known as the girl who does that - but definitely not outcast for it. The sights I’d describe as most embarrassing that I’ve witnessed are those where the people involved are

What a delicious thought...