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This past weekend, I went to an absolutely insane house party as a guest—so aside from my friend, I didn’t know anyone there, and certainly not the owners. We had already been out beforehand, and I wasn’t aware of how packed the party would be. So when we were ready to leave the bar and I noticed I sort of needed to pee, I figured I’d skip out on the bar bathroom line and just pee at the party. Unfortunately there were hundreds of people there and two toilets, so there were even worse lines at the party. The situation was not helped by the fact that a lot of the people were using the bat

I think there’s definitely something to be said for people noticing what seems to have been set as the acceptable behavior for a particular area and then following along with that. Say I’m out and needing to pee, and I have the choice between two potential pee spots. One of them has clearly been peed in already that night, perhaps multiple times, and the other is absolutely pristine. I’d absolutely be choosing the one that clearly has been designated as an acceptable spot to piss in. I think most people would follow the same logic (those of us peefans who would have a specific fetish for

I do think I feel desperation differently based on what kind of desperation it is. To use your example, I feel like my morning pees aren’t usually as desperate. I definitely wake up having to pee, but it’s usually not an “oh my god if I don’t pee right now I’ll wet myself” type of desperation. In fact I’m never worried about an accident in the morning even when I know I’m pretty full. When I’m drinking, I still have pretty decent control over my desperation, but sometimes it’s like a switch flips and all of a sudden I’m squirming and trying to find either a toilet or a quiet place

I’m afraid my answer will be a bit boring—I just attempted the usual stance of bending slightly at the knees, pushing my hips forward, and trying to guide the stream by holding my labia. I was not very successful. 😂

I’ve been in a bit of a dry spell when it comes to new experiences lately, but I figured I’d at least tell another old story. This was about five years ago. I was house sitting for a friend while she was in Europe, and one of the days I was there, the area had some severe weather right around lunchtime. I’m used to severe thunderstorm and tornado watches, and to be honest, even in a warning, I’ll typically stay upstairs until I absolutely have to get into the basement (since usually there’s never any actual need). This time that decision turned out to be a bit reckless, because out

I squat, mostly because it lets me hide a bit more, but also because it keeps things as mess-free as possible.

I’m definitely a gusher. I wish I could train myself to have a longer stream, just so I could enjoy my pees for longer, but at least my pee style is useful for not getting caught when I’m having a desperate pee somewhere I shouldn’t. 😅

It’s been a while since I’ve been in a group when I needed to pee outside. The last time it happened, I think I was at a party so I just walked off on my own and never told anyone I was going to pee in the backyard. I think in general that would be my preference, but if I was walking somewhere in a group, I’d probably just mention “hey, I really have to pee, I’m just going to run behind there” and go off wherever I’m peeing.

A couple weeks ago, I was attending a street festival with live music near me. There were lots of drinks flowing and lots of people, so naturally I was also on the lookout for some sightings while I enjoyed the music. I saw a few instances of people peeing behind buildings/in alleys, but there were two sightings of note: First was in an Irish pub at the end of the street the festival was on. It’s sort of a long building with a fire escape near the back. When I walked in to grab a drink, the bar was absolutely packed. So packed, in fact, that all the bathrooms were full. I was in line and

Others have touched on this, but I’ll add mine since I just recently experienced it: Any sort of distress over desperation is really a no-go for me. Similarly, I just can’t get turned on when the person peeing outside is doing so because they have no other option/would rather have the privacy of a bathroom—like an unhoused person. I was just recently doing some outreach work with an encampment in my city and of course you’re going to see a lot of public peeing. But it’s just impossible for me to enjoy it when the people involved feel dehumanized/ashamed of it.

I’m still not very talented at peeing standing up, so the only real target I can hit is a wall. 😅 it’s still nice to see my stream run down a wall though.

Hey everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve been around on the forums. Some family drama led to basically no free time on my end, but I wanted to come back and get active again. 🙂 I figured I’d share a quick experience I had about a month ago. I actually have a few different stories, but I don’t think I have enough time to type them all out now, so I’ll just do this one for now. 😅 I was on the way home from a concert in a nearby city—about a 3 hour drive from my college town. I felt the need to pee when I was getting close to one of my favorite rest stops on the highway, so I figured I’d

I would probably go for it, but more for him than for me. I've had mild pee play during sex before and while it was fine, it was just fine. Nothing particularly exciting for me, but I probably wouldn't be uncomfortable doing it for someone else if they really wanted it. I've never really measured for distance! I tend to pee downwards. And it depends on what you mean by deliberately. Like I said above, I've done some mild pee play during sex when I was hooking up with someone on my sink and tried to scoot back to pee. He ended up just re-entering me while I peed. So I guess that wa

Now there’s an idea! I’m sure one exists. There’s certainly a lot of work in medical humanities and whatnot.

Ha, I have, actually! I once went to a conference in Hawai’i. I’m a humanities person, though, so I don’t often have a real justification for beach research.