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Hellooo Everyoonne!

I have found a new obsession. I piss in Laundromats. There are several 24 hr. ones in my city, many within walking distance from my apartment. Quite a few of them don't even keep an attendant or cameras during all hours. Just the other night, I stopped somewhere new. Cautiously looking around, there was a dryer running, but not a soul in the place. Probably started it and went across to the cafe for a coffee and pastry. I stripped off my shorts and panties pretending to put them in a machine to wash. It costs me a euro everytime I do this, but it is worth it. I wander around for a minute and take a look at the magazines on the table, sit down and start flipping through one. I slump into the plastic seat until my head hits the top of the back, my butt hovering in the air held aloft by my bent knees. Keeping my feet touching on the floor I spread my knees as wide as they will go and scissor them open and shut a few times. This is to cover my preparations though. I am really just sending the signal below to "let loose" and it does, just a bit on the floor, then as my legs open up, shooting forward all over the table and books. I do this a few more times while switching to pointing my toes so it drenches everything in a waiting area. Then I act like I am bored and stand up to pace with the periodical. I sidle closer and closer to the running dryer, walking back and forth. Finally I am passing it twice each circuit I make, I abruptly stop, toss the magazine on the machine, throw the door open, spread my legs and my lips to erupt a masterfully aimed stream onto the clothes inside. The few squirts over the table have only made me want to release all of it so the flow is fast and heavy. It soaks the warm fabric, seems I am on a "delicate" cycle, bras and underwear turn from white to yellow. I always make sure I drink tons of water so my capacity is nice and full, but I take a b-vitamin with each glass so it has a bright unmistakable color. I push hard and move quickly. Once I am empty, I close the door to the dryer, rush to grab my garments, and get out. Most dryers deactivate after being open for 1 minute and require another coin to start again. So I dirtied the load and cost them completion. I am guessing some may even think it successful and take the washing home before they find it soiled.

I am not always lucky enough to find the place unattended. Often times someone is there waiting for the machine to progress. If it is a woman, I often look around like I am checking the prices and policies then leave without doing anything. If there is a guy there I will still strip, but then I hop up on the machines and shoot an arc over the tops of many. If I finish without them yelling at me, I drop down, bow, and dash away with my naked butt bouncing as I go. There is my hope to wet the attendant station at the front, but usually these are set with safety glass. I am not giving up or quitting anytime soon.

Since you have asked, this is Geneille again. I will share some more easy stuff with you starting with my home situation.

My husband was kind enough to build me an "outhouse" on the side near our bedroom. It is glassed in with one-way coatings and actually bullet-proof for safety. The top is open so you can see the sky but covered with a sailcloth to shade you. So you can see the yard and whatever is happening, but no one can see you at all. From the exterior it actually looks like real brick. There is an full toilet with plumbing, in case I need to other business there too. We opted for a public design with the exposed pipes and no basin. Mostly if I have to pee I unlock the deadbolt, step into outside. I just realized how strange that sounds. I step out into the stall. Okay, you understand what I mean, I just go there. If it is only for peeing I will stand or even sit on the toilet lid and let loose, it goes wherever it wants anyway. The floor drain collects and siphons it away. If I am doing both, I just lean back and let it shoot out too. If you are wondering, we live in a region with no snow. I will say it quite an experience to be sitting naked on the stool in the middle of a rainstorm though. Since we do often get rain it helps keep everything cleaned up with less trouble, that is one of reason for the public style choice, and we still maintain the bowl itself every other week regardless. The toilet faces the forward, so I can watch the street as I go. I watch cars pass by the house as I hose down the glass, it really helps me be less nervous about doing it in public spaces.

You can expect my daughters found this all very fascinating when they were younger and me trying to teach potty training was a bit more difficult. I would sit down to show them by example, shoot everywhere and soak everything, then try to explain that they needed to, "keep it in the basin." Eventually it worked out and now they go pee on the floor out there like mom; when I let them. Hope that keeps you interested, tell what you want me to talk about. As you might expect I have plenty of experiences to share.

Hello, I'm writing to look for sympathy? I don't need acceptance or understanding, so I guess that's what I want.

My name's Geneille, I have dark skin and the other traits you'd expect from that. As a young girl I had a bad accident and ended up with some extensive reconstruction of my pelvic area. Thankfully everything's fine, I can have children as I have three daughters of various ages. The real issue is my urethra. When I was getting put back together, not everything healed the same way it started. I was left with; an enlarged exit. Without getting too specific or medical, my opening can accommodate a standard ink pen comfortably.

Now we come to the real interest of why I write. I'll be very direct; I pee like an opened fire hydrant. Without even spreading myself open, I produce a very thick stream that further widens with distance. I literally can do full splits and still get splash-back on my inner thighs. So needless to say, it is not convenient for me to use a standard toilet. My family knows this well and helps to find places suitable for me to relieve my bladder while we are out. In many situations though I have been limited on my options and ended up peeing in VERY inappropriate ways (the back hallway of a mall being one of the worst). Of course with three daughters, they often join me to release their urine as well. I also have a boss that understands and she has given me several options at work too.

So that's it for introductions. Please let me know if you'd like to hear about some of my experiences. I'm willing to share everything from the time I found out about my "problem" until current day. Just to give you a quick anecdote, about two weeks ago we went out to eat at a fancy restaurant to celebrate. As expected during the course of the meal I needed to have a go. One of my daughters surveyed the restroom to find out there was nothing of use there. This is where the "fancy" part comes into play. Outside they had a grotto garden with plants and a water feature. You could walk around on a path and at the top of the waterfall was a bridge over the stream that was right next to the waterfall to a lower pool. I excused myself and told the hostess I needed some air and would be back after a quick walk around the garden. I booked around the path until I got to the bridge. It was already late evening and the only illumination was from path lights, which meant I would not be easily visible. I had on a long dress with a side split, so I pulled it up and flipped it over my arm. I stripped off my thong and squatted down. Since I am used to stealth peeing I can go anywhere as soon as I am ready, so I let loose. If anyone had looked out for the time I was there, the waterfall would have appeared to gain a new tier of flow. It was maybe two foot across and I was at least a third of my stream in the water. The one benefit of this situation is I take less time to get empty, I average around 20 seconds most the time. The other positive is I don't drip; it is all out when I finish. I put myself back together carefully, making sure no one had noticed anything and rejoined my family at the table. My youngest always asks if she is not there to see it in person, so I gave her basically what I wrote her.

My stories may not be the greatest letters you read here, that is if you ask for any, but I'll do my best to keep them interesting.

"So how's it handling? Is the suspension and get up what you expected?"
[From the backseat] "Are we allowed to pee during the test drive?"

"Sure are! We want you to test all the features. You will find the seats are absorbent and moisture wicking. It all flows down to the floor board drains, so even shooting off the seats is fine. It all gets collected and deposited on the road as you travel!"
"Thank goodness, this is going to be a LONG release."
[Parking back at the dealership]

"You go ahead with the paperwork, I still need a minute to finish peeing."

Congratulations on making to the end of Watersports 101. As you know the final is tomorrow. In prepartion I'll be sharing what your requirements are to pass the exam.

My assistant will be covering me in body-paint. Each of you will have to successfully wash it off in one release. If you manage that and still have any left, I will drink it, and award extra credit accordingly.

So drink up and start holding for appointments, your scheduled time is on the paper I just handed out to each of you. I'll see you pee later!

I was worried about my daughter's safety when I heard they were switching to a half zenra for girls only. The administration swears it is better and prevents the boys from being predatory, since they can see everything down there. Fortunately that was a year ago and everything has gone fine. They have announced that girls will be free to urinate openly on the school grounds as long as it does not interrupt classes. I am surprised a small country town was so quick to adopt the city rules after all these years. I picked my daughter up the other day and I purposefully waited to relieve myself. I located the Founder's Statue in the courtyard, after I bowed, I removed my pants and blessed it with my flow. The principal happened by and she thanked me for honoring the Founder before she joined me. One of the teachers came out and by the time I left there were three lines of girls waiting their turns. It has now become part of the year end festival to honor the Founder in this way.