M.Vixen

2 hours ago, Paulypeeps said:

That should help!

I like to wet myself so I just want to pee all the time and like to pee as soon as I feel the tingle that my bladder is not empty. If you drink enough you could probably manage twenty little pees like that in a day without trying to force yourself. It is really nice to feel the tingle and just relax and let it go without moving from where you are. It takes a couple of days to start wetting yourself on autopilot without thinking about it.

I’m not into wetting myself (other than my bikini occasionally 🙂 ) but your description about wanting to pee all the time and as soon as you feel the tingle that your bladder is not empty almost exactly matches how I feel while wearing a skirt with nothing underneath it 😚🤤

On 2/29/2024 at 12:00 AM, Kupar said:

First, lovely to see you on the site again 🙂.

Second, I think it would take me a couple of days at least to get into the pattern of peeing anywhere, any time in the house. And the idea of trying different types of pee in such an environment is a compelling one. So for instance, one day of nonchalant peeing on the floor at any time. Another day of deliberately saving it up for a few spectacular pees, perhaps including the walls. A third of wetting and not worrying about dripping. A fourth of truly exploring the garden and peeing all over it. Mixing it up would probably be my preference.

I can’t imagine mentally adjusting quickly either, maybe to some degree within a couple of days like you say, but I don’t expect myself to pee without thinking. 

Then again I don’t enjoy to hold until my bladder is aching so I think it will be somewhere in between of the answers everyone gave so far ☺️ Peeing a semi-urgent stream on a nice spot of my liking, something like that.

Assuming the weather will be nice enough I plan on wearing a skirt and no panties though and from past experiences in recent years that will lower my self-control and/or inhibitions significantly so maybe there will be moments when I just give in whenever I feel the urge to pee 🤫

Was thinking about this because I’m planning a ‘pee holiday’ with a friend of mine. We’ll be staying at a place in the  middle of nowhere, private garden, smooth floors indoors everywhere (+ liquid vacuum cleaner) so technically I could just go all the time, the second I feel any urge at all. I like that concept a lot, but I expect myself to hold my pee at least some of the time while staying there. Maybe because having a big pee feels more satisfying.. but I’m not sure. So.. how do you think you would act in a situation like that? 🙂

On 11/8/2022 at 5:11 PM, esbatmad said:

For WOMEN:

Would you use the urinal in a gender neutral restroom? Also, would you partially pull down your pants or simply unzip and pee right through the fly like the guys standing next to you?

Probably not. I would be able to do so without making any mess (using my shewee, only unzipping the front of my pants) but having to grab the shewee from my backpack and put it back it its case afterwards would be more effort than using a stall. That plus I’m not used to the concept of urinals and men or women standing close to me like that. 

Maybe drunk and/or high me would have less of a problem with it though 😅

On 11/10/2021 at 6:18 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

Well, asking here is maybe going to give a slightly skewed perspective - we are after all Peefans.   Asking 100 people in the street if they'd let a stranger pee on them would probably give a very different answer than asking 100 of us if we'd let a stranger pee on us.  Not saying 100 people here would, but you know what I mean.

So it could it be more accurate to say you've "never known a partner of friend who admits to doing either"?    Maybe people do, but everyone thinks they're the only one and thinks everyone else would disapprove - so nobody admits to it but many people do?

It's been frequently mentioned, if you're at an enclosed pool and it smells of Chlorine, it's not actually the Chlorine itself but the product of the Chlorine combining with urine, sweat and other contaminants.  In other words if it smells, it's been peed in.

As a scientist, I’d say that asking here is probably gonna get more that a little bit skewed perspective/answers :’) 

I was raised rather stricly and always got out of the pool to use the restrooms, even when I got older and my pee-fetish was already very much a thing. I guess I just thought in terms of etiquette/ being polite/etc.
 

After my late teens I never really went to swimming pools again. The ocean or large natural lakes were the only places I went swimming after that. There are often no toilets around so I got used to peeing in the water (and enjoying it 😚). Last year I was staying at a hotel with a medium sized indoor swimming pool and I went for a late night swim. I hadn’t even thought of peeing in the pool at that point but after swimming a few laps I felt some need to pee. Still, at first I figured I would just hold it until I got back to my hotelroom. Once I started thinking of maybe peeing just a little bit in the water things started to spiral quite quickly. I ended up emptying my whole bladder and felt a bit guilty afterwards, but tbh, this might happen again 😗

12 hours ago, DoctorDoctor said:

 @M.Vixen I am male and amazed (highly impressed?!) that it doesn't soak the front or rear of your skirt or wet your thighs.  Is there some trick or do you have great luck in the anatomy lottery.  Sounds like a great ability to have.

 

Well, mostly the anatomy lottery :) I’m blessed with a Barbie pussy, aka I have small outer labia and almost non-existent inner labia. I don’t wear skirts most of the time though, so it’s not that amazingly handy really, compared to guys who can just unzip :’) 

On carpet and/or at someones house I would never do that but last summer I had tickets to go to a very large semi open air festival and I had already planned on wearing a skirt and no underwear to just let go whenever I wanted to. Some unrelated personal issues got in the way so in the end me and my friend (who is also very much into pee) couldn’t make it to the festival unfortunately. New year, new chances though, so I’m sure it will happen sooner or later 😈😇 Quite looking forward to it actually.. I can easily pee straight down when not wearing panties and I’m sure it won’t be noticed with loud music playing and standing in a large crowd of mostly (very) intoxicated people.. 🤫 

Hiking adventures

(Contains female and male peeing, naughty peeing and voyeurism)

Chapter 4:


Two orgasms later I’m still horny but I know I really have to do some chores around the house today. I did my laundry this morning when I was cleaning up the pissy clothes from my bedroom floor but other than that my new obsession has seriously distracted me from housekeeping lately.

I decide to compromise and get to work, drinking almost an entire soda bottle filled with water while I vacuum clean the house. Once I’m done with that I have to pee pretty bad. I still have to mop the floors though. I already cleaned my bedroom this morning and both my living room and the hallway have carpet floors so luckily that leaves me with just the bathroom and the kitchen.

I feel my bladder spasm as I turn on the tap to fill up a bucket. The water takes forever to get warm –as usual- and I have to squeeze my legs together firmly while waiting. The urge subsides a little bit as soon as the sound of running water stops, so I quickly make my way to the bathroom and mop the floor. While carrying the mop and bucket from the bathroom to the kitchen I have to pause for a second in the hallway. I have to pee so bad that I put one hand in between my legs without thinking. I squeeze my pussy to force myself to hold in my pee. I feel that I’m all velvety wet yet again and for a second I wonder what the hell is wrong with me, torturing myself like this and still getting turned on by it. Distracted by my thoughts for a moment I quickly move along to the kitchen. I feel like I deserve a little treat for not ruining the hallway carpet so I pee on the tiled kitchen floor for just a few seconds. I mop up my mess right away and quickly wipe down the rest of the floor. I put the mop aside and without wasting another second I position myself over the bucket to release a torrent of piss. It clatters into the bucket beneath me very loudly as I sigh in relief.

After making myself a quick and easy dinner I grab my laptop and check my favorite pee forum. I check all the new content, but there’s nothing that seems to be related to my recent pee adventures. I’m about to toss my laptop aside as an exciting thought pops into my head. I head over to Reddit and click the by now all too familiar profile of my mystery cameraman aka pisser. Half a minute ago I really thought I would find a video of him soaking the park bench this afternoon, but nope.. apparently not.

I admit to myself that I feel disappointed and grumpy. Why did he outline my pee stain and put a smiley face with it if he isn’t at least curious?

I guess it’s time for one more pro-active approach from my side. It’s still light outside luckily so I grab my bike and cycle back to the park bench. It’s been quite warm today but the wood doesn’t look less soaked than earlier today. Good, I think to myself. There’s nobody in sight so I grab my phone and quickly take a few pictures. One photo of the whole bench, and a close-up picture of my pee stain with the marker outline and the cheerful emoticon.

Once I get back home I feel a lot less confident. I ignore that fact that I have to work tomorrow and pour myself a stiff drink of ice cold Vodka and bitter lemon as a late dessert to my dinner. I transfer the photos that I just took to my laptop and click the pee forum that is still open in my incognito browser tab. In the sub-forum ‘Real Encounters and Experiences’ I click to make a new topic. I hesitate for a bit before I enter “Had a desperate pee accident on a park bench this morning, then saw this on my way back.. have I been called out?!?” as the title for my new topic, choosing to play dumb. While my photos are uploading I add some text, describing how utterly desperate for a pee I was this morning, and that I just sat on the bench because it was the very first place I set eye on that would somewhat prevent me from urinating in plain sight. I describe that there were shrubs and trees less than 100 meters away from me but that I was very much about to pee myself, and, in all honestly, I also liked the naughtiness of using the park bench. Taking a sip of my drink I decide to only add one more line of text, referring to the pictures with my post. “Not sure if I felt more turned on or scared that someone was spying on me and I didn’t even see them. 😮 ”. At least it’s not entirely beside the truth, I think, as I click to enter my post before having second thoughts about it.



Chapter 5:

The next morning I have to hurry to work, feeling tired but thankfully not hungover. At least my alcohol tolerance didn’t just make me gain some weight, I grumpily think.
My work provides me with an unusually busy day at the most inconvenient time - of course - and by the time I get back home all I want to do is crash in my bed straight away. It’s tempting but I know that if I do I’ll probably wake up starving in the middle of the night. I force myself to defrost a pre-cooked meal from my freezer and zombie-walk myself to the couch in the meantime. A split second away from sitting down on my laptop I leap back up again. I usually leave my computer on the table like an… at least somewhat normal being, but then I remember yesterday evening.
I’m too curious now to not check if anyone replied on the forum so I open my laptop. The website is still open in my browser and I see a few alerts. Most are just up-votes or replies to the topic I created but there is also one private message. The username doesn’t seem familiar and I feel my heart starting to beat slightly faster as I click it. It’s a rather short message, without a subject even, but it makes me feel awake again right away. “Did I call you out? I’m pretty sure you called me out first ;-)”, it says. Beneath the text there is a link to a picture of the bridge pillar with my creative sharpie work on it. A picture that I’m sure I did not take myself.
I can feel my cheeks flush and my pussy tingling. This must be the guy. But.. now what? I try to think of a somewhat witty response but after a few minutes I just reply “Maybe it was a test 😉 Or just a way to lure you out..”. Only a few minutes later I hear the sound of a new message on my laptop and I can’t help but check it right away. I eagerly read his message that starts with a cheeky smiley face and says “Ok, sooooo.. you found me, now what?”.

I suddenly feel rather insecure. I’ve been lost in my dirty fantasies over the past few days, and I never really expected anything real to happen I guess. I want to watch him casually pissing everywhere. I want to know why he likes pissing. I want to know if he deliberately leaves home with a full bladder too. And I want.. him to watch me, maybe. That is, if he did not already have a peek at me the day before.

I decide to push my insecurities away for now and answer “Looks like you had to go pretty bad too, at the park bench yesterday”. He answers in less than a minute. “Yeah, I sure did. I could hardly wait to whip it out while making my sharpie drawing ;-)”. I can’t help but think of the videos where he starts pissing pretty much the second he frees his cock from his pants and just that thought turns me on instantly. “Was hoping you made a video of it..” I reply quickly before dashing into my bedroom to strip from the waist down. The jeans that I was wearing were very much in the way of rubbing my swollen clit and the wetness between my legs and I shamelessly indulge in it until I hear another message sound from my laptop. I quickly put on a skirt to go back to the living room. “..who says I didn’t?”, he wrote.
I am dumbfounded for a moment. And holy fucking shit, I want to see that video so bad right now. But I don’t want him to know that.. or at least.. not yet. We’re still playing, and I don’t want to be the first one to lay my cards on the table. As I wrack my brain on what to say next I close the living room curtains so at least I can play with my pussy again.
Fingering myself doesn’t help (no surprise there I guess..), I just want to ask him for the video even more now. But I’m not going to. Without wiping my fingers clean of my wetness I type “Well.. I’m sure that would look pretty hot then, if you did indeed make a video *cheeky face emoticon*.  I’m curious though.. did you watch me having my.. much needed break before you either did or did not make that video yourself?”. I click send and I’m proud of myself for not giving into temptation right away.. in a bit of a silly way. But still.


His reply makes my cheeks turn burning red again. I feel torn between shame and arousal. “Oh, yes, I most definitely saw you. I hid when I saw you at first though. It was blatantly obvious for anyone within half a mile that you were dying for a pee. And as you probably have figured out by now, I can’t help it that I love watching a scene like that. I guess I felt bad for spying on you, or maybe part of me wanted you to notice me, but I got up from my hiding place at some point and continued my walk. And yes, of course I could not resist to check out the park bench once you were out of sight. I hope I didn’t upset you at the time though”.

I read the message again, taken aback a bit by him openly and rather respectfully putting his feelings into words. Yet at some point that afternoon he had purposely pissed all over the same bench, which he conveniently didn’t mention in his message. I decide to take the gamble and message him my thoughts. His reply takes a little longer this time but turns me on beyond belief.
“Well.. what can I say. Yes, I did all that very much on purpose after getting insanely aroused by watching you pee. I had no proof that you were the girl with the sharpie, but fuck did I hope that you were. I walked into town to buy myself a sharpie at a newspaper stand not too far away. I had been sipping water all afternoon though, so I was also extremely desperate by the time I got back to your park bench. I think it was both the most relieving and arousing piss I ever had though”. At the end of his message is a link to a video. I already know what it is but I try to postpone clicking it for a few minutes while desperately rubbing my clit. I’m already about to orgasm before I have even watched the video and I’m so horny it makes me careless. My bladder feels full enough and I allow myself to edge just once. A big spurt of pee hits the carpet as I do, and it takes all my willpower to not do it again.


To be continued…

7 minutes ago, wetwulf said:

So sneaky and sexy @M.Vixen. Do you think this is something you will try again if the opportunity arises?

Well.. yes. I already did, actually 😳 I was really going for the ‘one time only’ promise to myself initially. Even though I was bursting for a pee again very soon after I made the video (about 20 minutes later, I think). I hadn’t changed clothes or put on panties so I just went inside and stood over the toilet to have another much needed pee.

Now in retrospect I’m not sure but I think I kept drinking more water than necessary and I also poured myself a glass of wine after a while (because I’m a semi responsible adult and I don’t have to work today or early tomorrow 🤫). I was just relaxing and reading a book at first but at some point I noticed the gardening tools that I had dragged out to the balcony. They were laying around unused because I was too bursting for a piss to do a play-pretend cover for any (distant) neighbors that might be watching me when I recorded the first video. 

Figured I might as well clip away some dead flowers, remove some weeds from the flower pots, etc. and got to work. Big mistake right there. I was still working on the flower pots hanging from the fence when I felt a cool summer breeze blow between my legs. Still not wearing any panties it felt perfectly right to just nonchalantly let go some spurts of pee while I was working.. so I did. And then a few more, before I kneeled to work on the large flower pots at floor level. 

I guess both the water and the glass of wine were catching up to me rather quickly and I felt I really had to go again. I had just moved a lounge chair to get to where I was sitting though, so nobody would be standing or sitting there any time soon after I was done and moved the furniture back. Just a little bit more. Or so I thought. But before I knew it I was emptying my whole bladder yet again. Because it felt so fucking good 🫣

1 hour ago, Purple_minion said:

That was quite a lot, looks like you really had to go! 

Definitely, yes 😳 I drank a lot of water before and held it in pretty much as long as I could since I intended it to be a ‘just this one time’-event. 

There are hardly any neighbors who can see onto our balcony but I still felt too self-cautious too film myself naked the entire time. I didn’t stop peeing in between (with my skirt down) though.. ☺️