Eliminature

I can't drink anything with artificial sweeteners in it because of my epilepsy, but thise drinks always seemed to run through me.

My main drinks right now are tea, water and beer. I don't really drink much else. And yes, they make me want to wee. Especially the beer. 

This guy is hot. I love his hair, his body, his cock, his stream...

There's something so sexy about seeing a guy just letting it flow like this. No holding, just letting his piss come out freely. 

What a gentleman, popping a squat in a suit. 

On 7/26/2021 at 7:11 PM, Sophie said:

Wonderful story! 

I wish I had your confidence / bravery. I've used the gents a couple of times but it has always been in a cubicle. I don't think I'd be able to walk up to a urinal, pull my knickers aside and pee. 

Thanks for sharing!!

I hope one day Sophie, perhaps inspired by me, you can feel confident enough to relieve yourself in a urinal. 

Later that same evening, in a Northern City, Mr Eliminature had an unfortunate mishap. 

After finally getting to see some live music for the first time since the start of the first lockdown (something that I have really missed), we both went to our respective lavatories, me in tbe ladies, him in the gents. I honestly don't know why the floor gets littered with lavatory paper in ladies' rooms. I always make a point of picking it up and putting it into the sanitary bins (never down the loo, because too much at a time could clog it). Well, I had my usual standing pee, being sure to put the seat down and after washing my hands, went to find Mr E.

He came out eventually, looking a bit perplexed. As we set off walking to find a pub for a post gig pint, he told me what had happened. Whilst standing at the urinal, a communal stainless steel variety, he was jostled around so much that his glasses went flying and landed in the trough full of piss! He then had to fish them out and wash them under the tap with soap. 

Thankfully, he has subsequently managed to see the funny side.

35 minutes ago, Kupar said:

Lovely story Eli - thanks for writing about it! I bet there were a few surprised looks from the other ladies in the queue ... but not as many as there would have been had they known you'd used the urinal 🙂 

Not necessarily any surprise. I'm sure a few were eying up the gents themselves. 

They would definitely have been surprised by my using the urinal! 

I'll bet some of you male members wish that you had been in the gents' loos at a popular Swedish furniture chain in the East Midlands on Saturday. Mr E and I were travelling North to see friends and family for the first time since lockdown and we stopped at this particular branch of said furniture chain for lunch (they're famous for their meatballs, both regular and plant based). Staying hydrated, I needed to relieve myself before lunch and we made straight for the lavatories.

Unfortunately, both family loos were locked and there was a huge queue outside the ladies with a sign on the door saying "closed for cleaning" or something like that, and the door was blocked by a cleaning cart. FFS!!

Now, I had every intention of using the men's, but ahead of me, I'd seen a boy of about twelve go in there and whilst I don't really have a problem with grown men seeing me standing at the urinal, minors are another matter. I can't subject them to that. So I waited until the youngster had left the men's loos. Whilst I was waiting, a young lady, probably about 25, came ambling up, looking at the queue in despair. She had pale blonde hair pulled up into a top knot, or bun and was wearing a figure hugging navy blue dress. Although she had a pale tan, she seemed a bit like a stereotypical Scandinavian. Tall, blonde and with blue eyes. Quite pretty.

Anyway, this lady tried both of the family loos, no luck. She quite clearly needed to go badly. No obvious signs of desperation, but I just knew. I said to her "I'm going in the gent's in a minute, but there's a youngish boy in there. I'll just wait for him to come out." Women can speak to each other in queues like this, by the way. It isn't generally frowned upon. I can't remember precisely what she said, but we agreed that we'd go and use the men's loos.

As soon as the boy came out, she and I went straight into the men's loos. I did say to her "My husband is in there too, but he won't bother you, I promise." She nodded and we both went in there. I stood at the first urinal - my husband was at the third and the second was out of use - and the lady made thankfully for a cubicle. I lifted my dress, pulled my panties aside and aimed a long, clear jet into the urinal. Behind me, I heard the lady in the cubicle peeing: her pee hissed as she finally relaxed and let it out into the toilet. A much needed one, I'm sure she enjoyed it. I know I enjoyed mine as it sprayed against the porcelain, drowning out the sound of my husband's. After Mr E and I had finished and both shaken, we washed our hands as I heard the elastic of the cubicle lady's knickers being adjusted. We then left the gent's for our lunch.

I saw the young Scandinavian looking lady emerge a few minutes later, looking much happier.

I will post about something else that happened later that evening. Though be warned, that does mainly concern male peeing.

Here are some more. I love the naked handsfree pees. Just letting it flow. As before, look away straight men...

You can look back now! *frigging self*

20 minutes ago, Maggie_555 said:

Lovely to hear that your grandmother encouraged a lot of free peeing and also praised you when the deed had been done.  Must admit I enjoyed being praised after I'd peed in what was often an obviously naughty place to do it.      

I have referred to her and her sister (my great aunt) helping and encouraging me to pee in unusual places on this website before. 

I'll recall some of my own childhood memories on your other thread detailing your mum's encouragement of naughty peeing if you would like. My own experiences weren't exactly the same, but you might find them interesting.

17 hours ago, Maggie_555 said:

Hey I genuinely feel bad for not replying to you many months ago. With all this Covid-19 stuff I've been both up and down mentally for quite a while. It's reassuring to hear that you were also told "Just do it in the water," as I was - and I like your grandma's comment "I always do."

Don't feel bad. I was in a similar situation myself thanks to winter and Covid regulations.

Yes, my grandmother encouraged a lot of free peeing in various places and praising me when I had peed. I think it could be where my fetish stems from. 

I don't suppose you could drop a hint or two as to the location of this town/city so opportunist exhibitionist piss artists like me could make a pilgrimage? Both to see others peeing and to pee there myself.

That's interesting. I stand up to pee and I notice that I don't make that hissing sound because my labia are retracted out of the way. 

I've touched my own peehole with my fingers, the inner structure of the clitoris runs around the hole and vaginal opening. Hence it is sensitive and pleasant to touch.