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Thank you so much, Maggie. Mr E and I will be going back to the pool this week, so I will keep up the good work and report back. 

Yes. I just stood over the drain in the floor and let go. 

I'd love to sit and tinkle in your potty. Both of us sit on different ones and try it together? Watching each other.

I'm not a guy, I'm a girl who stands to pee and yes, I do pee in the sink every day. Though I must admit, I hadn't thought to try it until @Alfresco suggested it to me. I'm an environmentalist as well as a urophile and I love the fact that it saves water. 

I have only peed in the kitchen sink once and it wasn't so convenient because I needed a step stool to reach. I did enjoy the sound it made, though. Our sink is stainless steel so it sounded like one if those metallic trough urinals. 

In my univeristy, the sink was a bit too high to reach, but I used the en suite shower as a wall style urinal lots of times. Also, don't be jealous about the en suite: it was a very expensive optional extra. 🙄

Mr Eliminature and I have finally been swimming for the first time in two years. 

I descended the ladder into the deep end (I prefer to enter at the deep end so I don't accidentally collide with any children whilst swimming) and started treading water. Once I was kicking and gliding, I immediately released a long wee into the pool and imagined Maggie saying "Good girl!" 

I did a few more wees in the pool as I swam up and down and I enjoyed the warmth of it in my swimsuit and down my thighs. Each time, I imagined Maggie telling me what a good girl I was and I felt my body tingle! 

In the shower, I pissed against the wall too - in my usual blokey fashion. Mr E either didn't see or was past caring (uncharacteristic for him, but he is very slender and shivers the entire time we're in the pool; he just wanted to get dry and head home). 

At home, of course, I frigged myself. ☺

Mr E is out at the moment (I miss him) so I am frigging myself whilst I read this thread. 

I don't have a penis, obviously. However, standing seems to eliminate the need to wipe, in both males and females. My stream comes out of the urethra cleanly, especially with my labia pulled back, out of the way. I only ever need to wipe if I sit (occasionally I have to do this for the other function).

Trees are natural urinals. They like being watered. 

It was against the porcelain. I'm not usually shy about letting a loud deluge splash into the water - much to Mr E's amusement. It just so happened that my piss hit the porcelain this time. 

Interesting experience last night. In a restaurant, catching up with an old pal. We all used the loo at the end of the evening - because the old friend was there, that meant I had to use the ladies'. 

I managed to choose a cubicle with no lock on the door. Now, instead of being an inconvenience, I managed to stand on one foot and raise my other behind me to hold the door closed. All whilst directing my stream into the toilet bowl. I almost felt like a male dog, raising his leg to pee. 

For what it's worth, I have no qualms about consenting adults seeing me pee, but I don't feel I should inflict it on unsuspecting customers at a restaurant; and certainly not minors. That's why I closed the door.

As a youngster, I would sometimes go and use the boy's toilet if I was allowed out of class to relieve myself. I would stand at the metallic trough and pee in it. It felt good, knowing that I should really be using the girl's loo instead. No one ever caught me, and I still enjoy doing it to this day! 

I eventually found out that I wasn't the only one who did that. I once walked in on another girl with her woollen tights and knickers pulled down around her ankles, skirt up, hovering over the trough with a mischievous grin on her face. 

Thank you for the reassurances everyone. It was worth it if it turned any of you on.

Sorry about that experience, Maclir. I really hope that your condition is not life threatening. ❤

Thanks Kupar. To be honest, I think being on this website helped me reach the conclusion that a drop in your panties isn't the end of the world.

You can see my pubic hair in this  image. I don't really have that much, anyway.

I admit, I felt slightly upset about this, but I knew my fellow urophiles would like it.

Now that live music is back, Mr E and I have been making up for lost time (where my health allows). We were at a gig over the weekend. 

On my second bottle of beer, we were watching the band, dancing and everything when suddenly felt that I had the urge to pee - but not too bad. I'll wait for now and go when a song I don't care for as much gets played. Well, not thirty seconds after, a huge surge of desperation came over me and I was forced to squeeze my pelvic floor: a tiny drop, no bigger than a teardrop, had dribbled out of me and made a minute drop in my panties. Something that has never happened to me before as an adult*.

I quickly signalled to Mr E that I was going to the loo and set off on a brisk walk over there. All the time, consciously squeezing my pelvic floor. When I finally reached the ladies' loos**, I rushed into a cubicle, raised the lid and seat, pulled aside my panties before pissing an angry yellow arc accurately into the bowl. It actually stung me as it passed through me.

Thankfully, it was only a tiny drop in my panties, but I actually felt a bit upset about that. Pissing myself almost in public? I'm too old/far too young for that to be acceptable! I don't even have the excuse that I've had children - I never have. Still, I've had no ill effects since. It may have been a combination of alcohol and not enough water, plus not having peed for some time before this. I was a bit upset about it at the time, but I'm glad it happened because I knew you guys would like it!

*I have wet myself before but only during an epileptic seizure.

**I would have preferred to go in the gents' and use the urinal, but Mr E wasn't with me and the bouncers/security personnel around the area would have probably told me to get out and use the ladies'.