Anemone

Ohhh if I was in a man’s body the first thing I’d do is Go to the gym and do an aerobics class, and play some basketball. What would it be like to do that without big breasts bouncing around, or strapped down in a sports bra?!? I’d go for a swim, too, just so I could stand around and talk to people with my shirt off and belly hanging out. And then I’d want to stick my cock in everything I could think of. I’d go to the grocery store and get melons and rice pudding, I’d go to the fabric store and get silk and lace and faux fur and leather all to rub on my cock. And then I’d go to the hardware store and pee inside of one of the lengths of pvc pipes all stacked on a rack. I’d get an old set of Hot Wheels toy cars and build an elaborate track, and then pee down the track like a flume. And then yes: sex!! And after that, if there’s still time,  I would go to a pub and see if I could find someone to mansplain to...just to see what that feels like.

23 minutes ago, labialover said:

@Anemone any chance of posting both lips spread while peeing?

I’ll get there. Just a little shy— still getting used to the site!

3 minutes ago, glad1 said:

I kinda figured that, but thought I'd be a little playful with you. As one who enjoys long trips (just got back from one), it sounds like it would be great fun to explore such things. 

Of course, I'm often on back roads without facilities. I hope about you're not shy about your mismatched lips when nature calls. 

No, I’m not shy about it! They’re the only labia I’ll ever have, so I might as well enjoy them. 😉

Well, then, just for the sake of scholarly study, here is a view of that one long labial lip showing loud and proud.

1 minute ago, labialover said:

Do you like having your lips sucked?

I find that people want to suck and pull on my lips, but I prefer it when someone just kind of holds them in his/her mouth.

I have this one inner labial lip that is much longer than the other. Sometimes it acts as kind of a “rain chain” for my pee. If you could hold my lips open for a clear, straight stream, that would be great.

On 12/4/2019 at 11:11 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

Good on you @Sweets  Seeing another man’s gear does very little for me, apart from maybe give me a bit of an inferiority complex.   But that said, it’s good to redress the balance and have something for those who do enjoy. 
You’ve got my vote - although my pic would probably be a letdown in comparison. 

When I was first learning to fish, my uncle taught me to hold the fish out to the camera at arms length in front of me for the prize photo...just sayin’.

This summer, I went floating down a river for the first time in my adult life. Hundreds of people, mostly in shorts and tees, hop on to inner tubes and take a 3-4 hour float down a lazy river.

I was with a bunch of folks from a neighboring camp site. I didn’t know them very well, so while I relied on them for a ride to and from the river, I mostly floated on my own, chatting with other groups or single floaters, at the whim of where the current took me.

Like many others on the river, I brought both water and a cooler of beer and soda. Even though we are sitting in the cool water all day, the sun is hot! An hour in to the float, I really had to pee. But if I were to leave the river and tromp up the bank to a private spot, I could lose track of my ride! But here I was in the river...

I was wearing jeans cut off at the knee, and a tank top. The jeans were too long to effectively pull one leg aside to pee out of. And being soaked already, it would be hard to discreetly shimmy them down. So the only thing to do, really, was pee right through my jeans shorts. 

I had to pee quite a bit: two beers and a liter of water. I tried to simply relax, but there I was surrounded by people, talking and laughing and splashing. And in my half-reclined position on the tube, I couldn’t go! 

But after a while, it was getting pretty intense. I couldn’t chat anymore. I couldn’t even paddle and steer with my hands. All I could do was lay back on my tube and think of peeing. 

Finally, I lifted my hips a bit off the tube and pushed: and the flow started! It was gloriously warm. And with my legs together, my pee pooled in my crotch, a warm puddle, until I relaxed and let it leak down into the river. 

And then it occurred to me: nobody else was leaving the river to pee. Everyone else was probably peeing in the river, too, right through their shorts, surrounded by others, maybe even during conversations. Men and women of all ages, sizes and shapes, floating and chatting—and peeing!

And from then on, for the rest of the four hour trip, I enjoyed peeing in my jeans. I peed during contemplative moments by myself, one hand on my thigh, feeling the warmth spread. I also tried peeing when having a conversation with a group of people who had made a raft of their floaters all tied together. I asked them about where else they had floated, and as they cheerfully answered, I let my pee puddle in my crotch.

What fun! And am I right? Others who have floated rivers, tell me: is it just one big pee-for-all?