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First of all, "is my anatomy just not cut out for weeing standing up?" is not a mentality that will help at all. You need to completely disregard that notion and tell yourself that it is possible - you've managed it at least once after all.

From what I read, it sounds like you have only tried it a few times. In which case you need a LOT more practice. This needs fine tuning and requires a lot of patience. It can't be rushed. Think of it like learning to play an instrument. It won't happen overnight and there are no easy shortcuts. You have to put the practice in.

Ditch the leggings for now and just work on familiarising yourself with your angle of stream and how you need to place your fingers in order to make the stream go forward neatly. This will take time. What is the angle your stream produces? Do two hands work best, or just one? You'll notice that I use two - I can't make it work with just one. Can you use your hands to make the stream go higher or lower? Does it splatter (if it does, you are pointing your urethra too high)? When you have familiarised yourself with the stream and how you need to hold yourself (as always, don't rush), then try introducing a pair of knickers and pulling them aside to go through the leg hole. This was how I managed to pee standing again after a long hiatus after being bullied into sitting. Spend plenty of time familiarising yourself with each stage. Accept that you might get the odd spot on your clothes, remember that it's no big deal. Even guys drip when they pee standing.

When you are well practised with peeing standing wearing underwear, then try it with clothes. In my personal opinion, a skirt or a dress is a good idea if you want to pee standing up outside of the home. If you do drip or make a mistake, it will go directly between your legs, not in your clothes. Accept that peeing directly through the fly zipper of jeans probably won't happen - in 19 years of peeing standing, I've never been able to do it.

When I get paid, I will be purchasing some more leggings and adapting them to have a fly that is easier for female anatomy to use. That may help you.

One last thing - do those pelvic floor exercises. You need a pelvic floor of steel for this!

Keep trying. Don't get discouraged.

34 minutes ago, speedy3471 said:

Well now that you know its possible to do, maybe you will use the sink more often😜

Definitely. I've done it twice more already.

I won't mention their name because I wouldn't like to embarrass them but a highly respected member on here has been a bad influence on me (Joking)!

They told me that they like to pee into their sink regularly. Up until now, I was unsure if I could do that because I'm not very tall and can't pee on an upward trajectory. However, today I stood on my toes and my crotch was well above the level of the bathroom sink, so imagining I was this member, I unleashed a yellow stream against the white porcelain. Difficult to explain, but almost as if I was being their understudy in a play or similar. 

Copying their activity was such a turn on that after I'd finished in the sink and washed my hands, I had to go into the bedroom and frig myself. Yes, I gave myself a climax imagining that I was another member of this site using their sink. Naughty Girl!! 

On 7/18/2020 at 9:47 PM, steamlover6 said:

I was in a large UK city late one Friday evening with plenty of partying and drinking, expecting towards the end of the evening to find plenty of girls having to hold their pee and some desperately needing to find somewhere to relieve themselves towards the end of the night. There is one concealed location I know linked to an underpass that is always awash with liquids, even in the driest of weather,  and I kept an eye out for anyone heading in its direction. It wasn't long before I was aware of one young lady making her way in a very determined fashion along the pavement and heading down the slope to this location. She had left her friends behind so it was pretty clear to me she had one thing in mind, to have her much needed pee in the seclusion of this convenient 'toilet' in the middle of the city. Once she was definitely in position I hurriedly followed her down and found her pissing uncontrollably, legs apart with her skirt up around her waste. I made it very obvious I had come down for exactly the same reason as her and without hesitation got in position to pee too. As soon as she saw me, she apologised immediately and said to me 'Sorry I just couldn't hold it any longer' to which I replied 'don't worry, I'm desperate myself' and I proceeded to pee boldly a little distance away but easily within her sight if she wanted to watch me. She was completely unable to stop her pee stream but after my comforting words decided there was no point in even trying to stop either so she carried on to completely empty her bladder, as I did the same. The joy of her peeing quite freely, and really having to, in that space, with me alongside was amazing, an experience I shall always remember.

Having scouted around and done some research, I think that I have found this location and I'm going to water it down myself soon! 

One of my childhood memories is a girl at my school telling her friends that after a day out somewhere, she and her mum both "had a wee behind the car" because there were no toilets there. I was about five or six and I remember being interested in this information in a way that I didn't understand. I wondered how they did it - which posture did they use? Were they desperate or was it just a precautionary measure? Where was it? Did they like doing it (presumably the girl did if she was talking about it excitedly to her friends)? 

I was more curious than anything, but I remember really wanting to have a wee behind a car myself. 

In a car park a short walk away from our home. It was after we had taken the pictures of the lamppost earlier in the evening. We didn't get any pictures, though. 

I went first, against a tree covered with ivy leaves. Just lifted my dress and let out one of my characteristically forceful streams which I'm sure you're all familiar with by now. My stream wet the leaves and made them slick. A little bit of steam rose from the wetness. 

My husband peed into the ground, just behind the tree. Yes a few trees grow in this car park. I'm not sure whether they were planted there or if the car park was constructed around them.  

Slightly vanilla in comparison to everyone else's, but here goes nothing.

For me, wandering around a European city centre with my attractive musician friend, visiting music shops. Him quaffing his favourite beverage (it's outing so I won't say what it is but he has an addiction to a certain beverage), maybe grabbing a beer too. After a while, he says in his sexy Eastern European accent: "It is no good, I really need to piss," or something similar. I'd say: "So do I. Don't worry, I'll find somewhere for us to go."

I take him by the hand and we go somewhere private and secluded. An alleyway or courtyard. He'd probably take a bit of persuasion to relieve himself in a city centre like that. I can imagine him now: "I thought you were taking me to a toilet. I can't go here!" I reply: "Well I can, even if you don't want to,"  raise my skirt and pee against the wall, watering it down and creating a small lake at the base. He'd be intrigued by my unusual female posture and slightly aroused but his desperation would be intensified by seeing and hearing me pee. Eventually, he is gently  persuaded to produce his hardening cock and follow my example. One hand on the wall, the other forcing his streaming cock down, he sighs in relief.

After finishing, shaking and zipping up, I tell him "well done" and give him a hug. He feels better and we're both much relieved. We hold hands again and head back to a music shop to play a grand piano together.

No sex, just pee and affection. I'm not going to be unfaithful to my husband!