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I think it’s supposed to be something like “The trouble with the battle of the sexes is both sides keep fraternising with the enemy”, but attempting to google the real quote just drops fifty tonnes of gender politics into my browser.

It’s a safe bet he’s swallowing. It’s instinctive. Your pussy juices are going into his mouth and he’s swallowing every drop.

That sounds a little bit on purpose, I mean, unless he was trying to piss in the drain and sprayed your thigh by mistake! And unless the shower was at pee temperature you’d feel it, surely. Sounds like you both enjoyed the experience, though. Your other posts about licking pussy after peeing got me thinking - I got into that kind of by accident, basically because some people are fastidious about washing before there’s any oral sex, and some... aren’t, and sooner or later one thing leads to another and I want pussy in my mouth and I don’t want to wait while she goes to the bathroom, and th

Hello! Welcome! I liked the one where you pissed on the back porch and the one you just uploaded of you standing over the toilet peeing so we could see your stream. I find your way of writing to be (blushing) extremely fucking hot!

Ha, like you care about accuracy while you’re pissing in your back yard in the morning! 😀

The main selling point of water aerobics? 😉

My worst ones recently: desperate to pee so I stopped in the car park of a coffee shop. Lots of people coming and going so I couldn’t really piss in a corner, and even staying in the car and peeing in a bottle would seem very exposed, so I had to actually go and wait in a queue in the shop for the toilet. The other time, I was just running late, late enough to hands free talk my cell phone into calling the friend I was meeting to say I was running late! Where I ended up parking was outside a village so I was able to go pee by the car without causing any offence, and was THAT a relief I c

Lucky boy! Having a wee out of a car door like that seems convenient and discreet - one of those “oh, does everyone not know you can do this?” discoveries!

I can think of three: to save water, because a toilet uses a stupidly large amount of fresh water to wash away a little pee, and because a urinal is higher so easier for someone with a penis to aim at accurately, so you don’t get as much piss on the seat, floor, etc. Edit: And so a boy and girl can share and pee together!

Ah, our brave new world that has such things in it. Once we start setting up hidden cameras we discover all sorts of things that were going on, and we had no idea.

I’ve done this when on holiday by the sea so I can have my first piss of the day in the sea

Three that stick in the mind, a bit like this: - a pub, some years ago. The mens toilets is busy, something like six guys pissing away, when a woman - maybe the landlady, rather than a cleaner - walks through, checking something I think (enough soap? towels? I can’t remember) but she doesn’t hesitate or call out a warning, she just walks though, leaving the guys a bit surprised. - At a swimming pool, I’m swimming early in the morning before I go to work. There is a sauna, with a schedule for men’s days, women’s days, and mixed, so in I go, stark naked, to find a female member of sta

People on this forum aren’t going to think that’s weird! Kinks aside, pissing in the woods has a natural feel to it, like walking in bare feet on the beach, which you can enjoy without having a foot fetish!

Girl with a tiny bladder, or someone with a reeeaaaaallllllllllllllyyyyyyyyy bad cold? (Sniff) Who knows? After all, girls with tiny bladders have to get bold about popping a squat or they’d never be able to go anywhere! I expect a girl squatting would leave a different shape of puddle from a guy standing. (And, yes, I like to leave a puddle on a tree, fence, wall, or pavement)

This is “a day at the beach”. (That said, if I am on the beach I’ll generally get in the water to pee or find somewhere a little discreet to pee rather than just letting it go in my swimwear. If the beach is empty I have turned to lie on my side and pissed onto the sand). Underwater or or into a body of water like a river. Yes. If I had a bigger, more private back yard... So far, once - I was in the woods. See the “Men peeing” section.

I used to go out with a girl whose attitude was, fuck it, just cum on the sheets. She liked me spraying a load on her and she’d just leave it there rather than cleaning up. I remember her telling me that bed bugs prefer boys’ beds to girls’ beds because boys beds always end up with cum sprayed on them

That certainly doesn’t help, but when you’re enjoying yourself outdoors on a hot day, and drinking to keep yourself hydrated, I mean, yeah, you could go find the toilets when you need a piss, or you could just wait until you were in the water. Or maybe you’re already in the water and feel the urge, and, like, you know it’ll feel awesome, and nobody will notice, and there’s already piss in the water because you can bet someone else has, so, why not? Why not just go in the water? if you care for the purity of the water, go before you get in the first time, and shower, too, or while you’re s

“Ha this food is delicious” ”yes it is it’s the anchovies” ”wait that’s not food, that’s your cock! I’m not literally eating that” (affectionate kiss, suck) “how did that get there” ”dunno LOL” ”LOL” (dinner continues)

Where did you end up peeing last time? In your clothes by the sound of it...

I want “in bad terms with masculine energies” on a t shirt and “did not control the implications of his proposals” as my epitaph. (Joking. Also, serious)

“I mistook it for a toilet” ”Again?” ”Well, you know, these things happen...”

Totally agree, except when something like this happens (16:25)

Might’ve made sense in the 80s before DVDs were everywhere. Not binge watchable!

The big exception to this rule? Fan fiction! The fan fiction community is full of explicit works and kink of many sorts. It is largely an online community, and it has lots of women participating in it. This is where Fifty Shades of Gray came from (it was originally Twilight fan fiction, with at some point enough names and vampires exorcised that it became a standalone work). I’ve not read Fifty Shades because it’s widely thought to be badly written, sporadically accused of glorifying abusive relationships, and anyway its core premise doesn’t appeal to me, but it has the distinction of bei

The trouble is, reading this makes me feel like Father Dougal, mystified by the difference between the small toy cows on the table and the large far away cows outside the window