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Famously, Louis XIV of France had phenomenal bladder capacity. He knew it, and enjoyed the power it gave him over others. Obviously, when the King's presence, one cannot ask to be excused, even if about to lose control of one's own bladder.

Would she spoil the swimwear if the model simply tinkled through it?

I like to imagine the one on the left being unable to get them down fast enough when she was desperate to pee...

The River Piddle flows through Puddletown, which used to be called Piddletown.

Not his words. He described it in some detail; I have tried to present similar visual imagery to the impression he passed on to me. He told me she waved at her guests as they drove past.

In the cities near me the students pre-load for their nights out. They drink loads of cheap booze early in the evening, then come into the city centre to go clubbing. They are on the buses, bursting for a pee, and will squat in alleys, car parks and parks as soon as they arrive. From how desperate they are, I suspect some may piss on the floor of the bus, or on a seat, perhaps accidentally wetting themselves. I never took part, unfortunately, but at my college there used to be a big three-legged mixed sex pub crawl. A girl and a boy would be tied together for the whole night. They co

In recent history, I'd love to go back to see the Beatles live. Not so much to see the Beatles, as to see their female fans wetting their knickers at the concerts. And there was a Fatboy Slim free concert on the beach in Brighton in 2002. The planners had expected 40,000 to turn up. There were about ten times that number. The toilets became unusable. Girls were peeing in the sea, and on the pebbly beach in broad daylight, all day.

A friend told me about a wedding he went to in France. The bride was in the early stages of pregnancy. On her way from the church to the chateau (where the reception was) she had to ask the car to stop. All the guests drove past while she was squatting at the side of the road, wedding dress around her waist, an arc of pee delicately curving into a puddle between her feet.

Hiking sandals. They're generally tough and weatherproof.

I was staying in a hotel with the woman in my life. We came back to our room early so we could spend the afternoon enjoying each other's company. She told me that she needed to pee, knowing, and intending, to turn me on. At my request, she sat on the floor in the shower (it was very spacious). I sat behind her, and she peed on the floor.

Did you see any peeing on the pavement, or did you just see the puddles?

There is something about a naked, sandy girl. And, in the kneeling or standing posture, I wonder if any of them are about to start peeing.

I was at a summer music festival. It was early evening; still daylight. It had been a great day already because the organisers had badly miscalculated on the number of toilets needed. There were huge queues - mostly young women - for every block of portaloos. Women were going into the urinal enclosures. Most pissed on the ground but some attempted the troughs or the urinals. Other women were peeing in the hedges, or anywhere else they could find some cover. I was near the toilet queue closest to the main stage. Two women, early 20s, slender, leggy, both blonde, caught my eye. They

Isn't it fun to think of all the elves dressed like that, hard at work (lots of bending over, lifting to reach high shelves, etc.)

'Her name is Rio, and she tinkles on the sand ...'

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