daemoniak

I'm a girl who grew up peeing mostly wherever she wanted, so I have many experiences to share!

That's quite a line! I certainly wish to see it backed up!

And with that she strode over towards the lockers, opening one of them. She stood before the open locker, her hips thrust forward. And within seconds, amidst much laughter, she was pissing, spraying the insides of the locker with her yellow torrent. She swung her hips from side to side, aiming her pee over as much of the interior as possible. The sound of it forcefully splashing against the metal insides of the locker echoed loudly around the room. Sounded sexy as fuck.

Ah! That is why there are always posters reminding you to empty your locker before leaving and that management declines all responsibility if you don't!

I actually analysed Leaky One's stories when I started writing my own to find out what made them so great. Her imagination is obviously varied, as she has many different scenarios (varying locations and characters' dynamics), but in the end I think the element that drove my admiration the most was the description of the act.

In her stories, the act of peeing is described at length and in depth; it usually covers several paragraphs! She usually glosses over a lot of points about the scenarios, a quick setup, briefly presenting the characters, but when she describes the act of peeing she takes her time and it really let me immerse myself and play the scene in my head.

She will describe all the steps of the pee: the initial urge, the decision to act, the slow/fast start-up, the actual pee, the finish, the escape and the reminiscing. She will also take the time to cover not only the actions but also the feeling of the character at each and every step. And she'll write really detailed accounts of each step, taking care to use finely chiselled words that match exactly the situation (rather than just "her piss", she'll qualify the color, strength, shape, ...).

Oh! Is this inspired by Leaky One's "Pissing at the Local Gym"? The premise is very similar. I always loved the scene of Rachel, the gym manager, demonstrating in her office.

I have the two chapters of Leaky One stories so I could repost them here, but it's a bit disappointed when they end. If you are planning on dusting them off and carrying on, I am very much looking forward to further instalments!

All of these are self edited, and I am fully aware of the problems that may arise from that. I personally feel these are little more than rough drafts, which is fine for what I'm using them as, writing practice.

I have the next few sections in the raw, but I haven't even reviewed them myself yet. It is taking me longer to get to the end, or even a stopping place, than I thought it would.

Writing takes a lot of time! Go at your own pace, no need to rush/delay because of us.

Remembering the note she decided it was time to complete one of those tasks while she is able. Work tomorrow was going to be a nightmare. But that was a problem for the future, she needed relief NOW. " Now what did that note say?" Aliyah thought

Which note? I've reread part 1 and I see no mention of tasks... did you miss some part when copying?

Another excellent instalment, thanks Alfresco. I really liked the shy recruit getting bold enough to pee in the sink and flash the bloke and I am looking forward to her "corruption" by the naughtier Susan "Outdoors", Mia "Bench" and Julie "Wall".

What is the most amusing for me, is that much like wetting or peeing on someone, I just fail to see the eroticism in breastfeeding. It never cease to amaze me how similar we all our and yet how different our tastes and what make us tick.

Am I the only one who is saddened that the girls would clean-up their little (or big) puddles?

Yeah, yeah, not cleaning is naughty, but...

... well, I love the story anyway; thanks for the Christmas/New Year gift.

Wow, what a way to start a new year (yeah... I'm late...)

Oh, now that's a nice Christmas present under my tree! Thanks Steve!

My personal experience agrees with @bpb (squirt is not pee) however @Scot_Lover is not exactly wrong either.

I believe that the "squirt is pee" myth comes from the fact that women can BOTH squirt and let go of their bladder in case of a good enough orgasm, and they might do either or both too. However, as has been mentioned, the actual liquids expulsed differ and their source differ too: squirt comes from within the vagina while pee comes from the urethra. I suppose that both holes being so close together and the difference of texture between squirt and pee being way less obvious than that between sperm and pee adds to the confusion.

Well, Samantha may be a Peeing Monster but I am starting to think that you are a Writing Monster.

I am amazed at the rhythm at which you manage to produce such enthralling stories!

I agree partially with Steve: unlike him, I am a voyeur. There is just something so erotic in watching an intimate moment such as peeing or changing, and you also get to see the "true" side of people when they think themselves unobserved, like whether the ladies litter or not.

Much like Steve, however, I am afraid I just do not have the patience for this...

Reminds me of a female friend when I was younger. Somehow the neighbourhood mostly had boys my age, except this one girl, who like to play outside. She was fortunate to by a tomboy as otherwise she would not have had much fun (or maybe she turned into a tomboy because she only had us boys to play with?).

Anyway, when spending time playing outdoor, you obviously need to pee at some point. In theory, we should have gone home and to the toilet, but there were a few places sufficiently hidden for us to have a quick pee. It was both freeing and thrilling I guess, and much quicker too!

It was not unusual to go in pairs or threes, as when one needs a pause the others take advantage... and thus I regularly went to pee with her. None of the boys cared if she watched, more like we would show off, and she seemed to like showing off for us too. Good times!

*Sorry it's long, but I wanted to continue this series. Hope you enjoy.*

No need to apologize, we all know life goes on ^^ And thanks for the story, as usual I enjoyed it!

The common theme of a deliberate suspension of decorum and shyness for the sake of convenience while stuck in a vehicle is quickly becoming a favorite of mine.

With the way you write those stories, it's quickly becoming a favourite of mine too!

I wonder what happened to all of the pee which soaked into the cushions? Did it just (presumably slowly) evaporate when nobody was sitting on the seat, or did it get extracted for processing when the bus got back to the depot?

Evaporated pee would have leave quite a smell behind (ever peed on a bonfire?) so the most logical explanation would be cushions made of a texture that is very absorbent and for the pee to be "sucked in" to be processed later. Microfibers?

And, for the record, I've never seen flight attendants be so rigid unless the plane was literally bouncing through the sky. They don't want the accident any more than the passenger. Their attitude was unhelpful and dehumanising. If she was able to get up and walk to the loo, the turbulence wasn't that bad. A little common sense would've gone a long way. Threatening to have her arrested is ridiculous and I would've called their bluff.

Actually, I remember once having a very tight correspondence (first plane was late) and thus I had boarded my second flight with an already full bladder at the last minute. Plane moved, took off, etc... fine, time to go to the toilet? Ah no, sorry, turbulences, please stay seated. I must admit I became quite desperate, so at some point, I just stood up and moved to the back of the plane. The attendant asked me to seat, and being there was a free seat I did so on the last row and buckled up again. I explained my plight to her, and she said she would give me the green light as soon as possible but I should really stay seated until then.

Unlike the woman here, I was given the green light and got to relieve my bladder. However, just as I was exiting the toilet, the plane like... dropped under my feet. I managed to get my hand up in time to avoid banging my head against the ceiling but the attendant, even though she was smaller than me, did not (her 40cm/50cm jump was quite impressive). Nothing dramatic happened (no blood!), but she was a bit light-headed when her feet touched down the floor again and had to hang onto the walls to get her balance back. She did a quick announce that everyone should stay seated after urging me to seat and buckle up again, which I did in the last row, but I had to point to her that her hairpins had come loose and she quickly straightened them out before circulating among the passengers.

Morale of the story: just because the plane is not bouncing right now does not mean it's not going to bounce in the next minute, so when the attendant tells you to sit down and buckle up, you should.

Oh, an intriguing plot to say the least!

On the one hand I must admit being slightly disappointed, my favourite aspect of the pee thing being "naughty peeing", auto-cleaning seats are my bane! On the other hand, the idea that all those girls would relieve themselves "in the open" and right next to each other is very good. I wonder if they hired a gay driver to avoid accidents?

A very hot story, however I must admit having some issues understanding the girls' seating arrangement.

From what I could gather, and it appears that Trina is driving and the narrator (Cecilia) is in the back, behind the passenger seat; but I think it would make it easier to picture the scene if this was called out explicitly at the beginning. Also, an explanation as to the why of the seating arrangement should maybe be made: why is Cecilia not seating in the front with her friend? It would make talking easier.

I remember following a certain "Pixie02" on Experience Project (before they went ape...) and she had told a very similar anecdote. Could it be... that's you?

Dear Wet Carpet

I have been reading your magazine a lot, lately. I have a secret vice, an interest in the idea of just peeing anywhere. I have long had secret fantasies about it. And reading your letters from various women who admit to pissing in the most outrageous places is always something I look forward to. I greatly admire their audacity and naughtiness. And I always secretly rather envied them.

You see, in reality I am a somewhat prim and proper - and highly respected - science teacher in the local comprehensive school. I am in my mid-40s already - my name is Denise - but still, I like to think, quite attractive. And considered as highly respectable. I think of myself in that light too. Peeing on carpets and floors and stuff is just not something I do. Fantasising about it is fine. Many a time in my fantasies, I've peed all over Brad Pitt's carpets or worse. But reality is rather different.

But I have just recently done some things which are wholly uncharacteristically naughty. I can't believe I did it. But I was alone in my classroom after the kids had gone home one evening, doing some last minute homework marking. And I needed to pee. And I suddenly had the thought of just peeing on the floor. Had stray thoughts like that before, of course, but this time I actually considered doing it, seriously considered it. And once I started thinking that way I started to get a real thrill out of the idea. I wondered about it for a while, but then I decided to actually do it.

So I wandered over to the corner of the classroom, and squatted there beside a desk, panties around my knees and back of my dress hiked to reveal my bare backside. And I started pissing there all over the classroom floor. And it was such a turn on. The sound of it splashing down, and the sight of that ever-growing yellow puddle was really doing it for me. I was getting a real twisted thrill out of just pissing there. It felt utterly exhilerating. By the time I finished, that puddle was huge.

I smirked at the sheer naughtiness of what I'd just done as I pulled up my panties and allowed my dress to fall back into place. I took a last look at that massive yellow puddle and grinned as I walked away, gathering my stuff before leaving the classroom.

In the days that followed, the headmaster let it be known that one of the students (yeah right, lol) had urinated on the floor in one of the classrooms, which the kids invariably thought was funny. There were many dire warnings. But of course, no one knew who it was and no one came forward with any information. And I was having the biggest laugh of all behind their backs, knowing that it was Mrs Respectable Me who'd actually deliberately pissed on the classroom floor, and not one of the students at all.

Well, this evening, just before leaving school, and with all the students already gone, I sneaked into the girls' toilets, hoisted my dress and pulled down my panties and squatted over the floor within feet of the toilets. And I peed everywhere, flooding the floor with more yellow piss, before leaving with a wicked grin on my face. I expect there'll be another public enquiry about that in school tomorrow, with more criticism of whichever "student" had done it. It's going to be quite funny in a naughty kind of way.

Denise

Ohh, that headmaster should NEVER EVER make such a declaration. Those are incidents that should be dealt with discreetly...

... because now he just planted the idea in the mind of ALL his students that one of them peed in a classroom and got away with it.

I do not find it surprising, if you think about it rationally: would you rather be seen peeing by strangers you are unlikely to ever meet again or be seen walking with wet pants by your neighbours upon returning home (and possibly wetting your car)?

Other reasons for using the larger stall include the fact that many of the non handicapped stalls are not very wide, and a larger person can have difficulty adjusting their clothing in them or they do not want to be rubbing against the walls

And let's not forget about claustrophobia. I feel quite uncomfortable in most regular stalls/toilets as the lack of space is oppressive, which does not happen (to me) in the handicapped stall. I sometimes wonder how persons with a more severe case of claustrophobia manage.