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I really love seeing a guy emptying his full bladder where he shouldn’t 😚 And I like it even more when a desperate guy looks like he’s about done, but then there’s even more piss. And then yet some more.. mmm 🤤
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12 hours ago, walanuk said:Shame it’s fictional I would want so much for this to be true. I’ve recognised my home town once or twice in videos, sadly usually many years after the event. Live in hope 😀
Actually, quite a few things are true (or a slightly fluffed version of the truth). I -obviously, I presume- based the main character on myself and my ‘pee adventures’.
The redhead lady and the guy are entirely fictional though.. unfortunately :”)
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Hiking adventures(Contains female and male peeing, naughty peeing and voyeurism)
Chapter 1:
I turn on the shower and look at myself in the mirror while waiting for the water to get warm. While taking off my clothes the bathroom finally becomes warm and steamy. I feel my bladder twitching almost instantly once I’m naked and I automatically squeeze my legs together. It’s a pleasant distraction from my everyday thoughts. One that is impossible to ignore. As usual, the twitchy feeling turns into an urgent need to pee as soon as I step into the shower. Sometimes I just let my pee flow and go about my shower routine but I feel a bit mischievous today. I take a step forwards and spread my labia with two fingers, aiming for the corner of the shower. There’s a familiar warm and tingling feeling of arousal between my legs as I think to myself ‘just like a guy in a filthy back alley..’. My imagination drifts away to walking in on a guy who’s carelessly pissing up a wall in an alleyway late at night, but my body interrupts my fantasy. I’m not walking home late at night, I’m still right here in my shower and I really, réally need to pee right now. I’m still standing facing the corner of the shower corner and I’m already peeing before I can aim properly up the wall.After my shower routine the mirror is clouded with steam. Which is perfectly fine to me. I used to be fit, but an extremely unfortunate pile-up of negative life-events has made me a slob over the past two years. The internet says I’m still within the range of a healthy BMI, but I can’t ignore the difference I see when the mirror isn’t fogged up, and the clothes that don’t fit anymore. Yet I can’t bring myself to renew my membership for the gym (or even go hiking) because.. who knows.. I might just die of boredom while working out… right?
Back in my living room I’m still only wearing a nice and fuzzy bathrobe, and I allow myself to have some self-pity time. Before crashing on the couch I pour myself a glass of wine and a glass of water. I start browsing Reddit and when I scroll across a post on a subreddit dedicated to peeing girls I can’t help but click it. In the video is a girl, hiking in nature and being filmed by someone. She’s wearing a bit of a tacky red pleated schoolgirl skirt, but her red hair and her freckles look sexy. I admit that I often have the patience of the average male when watching porn (or so I think..) but just when I’m about to close the tab the girl stops walking, spreads her legs a bit, casually leans on a fence and suddenly releases a massive stream of piss. She doesn’t hold herself or even pulls up her skirt but just pees straight down. Her filming partner shifts the camera to a small group of hikers in the background, and then back to her. She’s almost done it seems, but I’m wrong. With a soft moan of relief she lets go another substantial amount of pee and then turns around to face the camera with a naughty smile. I have to turn up the volume but I can just hear her softly whispering ‘ohhhh fuck, that felt so good’.
I replay the video and I start rubbing myself slowly. I often wear a bathrobe at home, but usually not without underwear. And maybe I should keep it that way in the future, because it’s just too easy to slide a hand between my legs like this. Then again, it feels good instantly and I notice just how slippery my pussy already is, aching for more. I click on the girl’s profile but unfortunately it doesn’t contain many videos. Most of them refer to a paysite after just a few seconds, except for one. I click it and the beginning is similar to the video that I just watched. The pretty redhead girl is being filmed walking through a field, then suddenly stops, quickly glances around and starts peeing immediately, some pee running down her legs before she adjusts her position to a wider stance. There’s no doubt that - even by her standards - this was an emergency. I notice the camera becoming less steady and I hear a man moaning in the background. Mere seconds later there’s suddenly a second powerful piss stream in frame, which by the looks of it has to be the cameraman’s. The girl finishes her pee and smiles somewhat awkwardly until her cameraman has finished too. I look at the description of the video and it says ‘When even your cameraman can’t hold it for one more minute..’, an eye rolling emoji and an emoji that looks somewhere between disappointed and cynical.
I scroll through the variety of comments under the video and I spot a positive comment that links to another profile. A profile that seems to belong to the cameraman, with an impressive amount of videos on it. Judging by the titles and thumbnails he also loves to piss. I click a random video and while watching I start to rub myself again almost right away. It’s a video of him forcefully emptying his bladder on a brick wall somewhere, in broad daylight. Creating a mark that will definitely leave nothing to the imagination of anyone who passes by later that day. I imagine myself being one of those people, or even better; catching him in the act and being brave enough to stand still and watch. I want to see more of his videos but I can’t stop rubbing my very wet pussy. Before I know it I can’t hold it any longer. I feel the muscles in my lower abdomen contract and have a massive orgasm.
I’m blessed being able to have more than one orgasm most of the time. Except sometimes, when my first orgasm is very intense. And yes, no doubt I just had a very intense orgasm, but I still feel very turned on, and I can’t stop thinking of all the videos that I didn’t get to watch yet. My clit feels sensitive, but I'm dripping wet and all feels slippery between my legs. Slowly sliding my fingers around turns me on again, and I can’t bring myself to stop. Just one more video, I promise myself. I click back to the cameraman’s profile, study the many thumbnails real quick and pick a video. It shows him walking towards a light concrete bridge pillar where he pulls down his jogging pants just enough to free his cock. A thick stream of piss erupts from his cock almost instantly and I watch him emptying what I imagine must have been a very full bladder in less than thirty seconds. He quickly pulls up his pants and films the large piss-mark left on the bridge. Before I even have time to fantasize some more about the video I feel myself almost slipping past the point of no return, still rubbing my swollen clit. I clench and squeeze my muscles as much as possible to prevent it from happening but doing so I accidentally let go a spurt of pee. I suddenly remember that my body could do that, trying not to orgasm while having a full bladder. I once discovered it when I was still a teenager, and somehow managed to forget about it. My bathrobe feels wet as I move my bum to the edge of my fabric desk chair, but I can’t stop myself from edging again. I clench my muscles and a bigger spurt of pee hits the carpet under my desk. The naughty feeling just adds oil to the fire and I can’t help but orgasm again.
On my computer screen I see the last still of the video I just watched. My eye falls on the city in the background now that my focus isn’t limited by my horny brain. I rewind the video, pause it, play it, rewind it again, play it, pause it again and yes, I am very sure that it is in fact MY city in the background..
Chapter 2:
Over the last few days it was surprisingly easy to go out hiking instead of just going to work and lay on the couch in my spare time. I’ve been checking out my surroundings and everyone in it every time I went out. So far with little to no results. But.. do I even have a plan? What if I spot the girl from the video? Or maybe her and her cameraman, although I have no idea what he actually looks like. I usually have no problem engaging in casual conversation, even with strangers. But how on earth am I ever going to steer a conversation towards the very much not so casual subject of peeing in public?The next morning I’m awake at 4 am and somehow I can’t get back to sleep. I feel tempted to rub myself over my panties. Sometimes it works for me to fall asleep again, and if not I’m not having a bad time either. But I want more than fantasy. Thanks to mid summer it’s almost dawn and I decide to make a very bold move. I get dressed, grab my bike and cycle to the bridge pillar from the video with my hometown in the background that started my horny fantasies. It’s way less visible than a few days ago but I can still make out a darker spot where the cameraman emptied his bladder. I walk up to it while casually checking my surroundings. There’s nobody in sight. Obviously. It’s even too early for dog owners to be out for a walk I’m sure.
I can feel the grass that’s still wet from the morning dew brushing against my panties as I squat down to dig up a sharpie from my backpack. After another quick look around I use the sharpie to outline the pee stain on the concrete. In the bottom right corner I write the web address of an internet pee-forum that I visit regularly and add a question mark behind it. I hope he gets curious and he’ll be able to find me in a pretty anonymous way now. Then again, maybe he’ll just check the website and lurk around. Or maybe he won’t even bother looking it up.
Not willing to ponder over more hypothetical situations, I grab my bag, ready to leave. I hesitate for a moment. It’s still ridiculously early and there’s nobody around. At first I think that máybe I could pee a little bit if I try. Just for fun. I nervously take off my panties and I’m surprised by the difference it makes, feeling just the morning air between my legs. All of a sudden I feel a moderate urge to pee. I could still easily hold it until I’m home, but I don’t intend to do so. I pull the front of my skirt up and try to aim. A cold breeze of air makes me pee, more than I had initially expected. I smile when I see that pretty much all of it hit the area on the wall that I just outlined.
Chapter 3:
I wake up and look at my phone to see that it’s already 11:34am. I don’t have to work today so that’s fine, but the first thing that pops into my mind is what happened this morning. Did I really get up at the first light of dawn and leave the house to do some naughty stuff? I don’t remember coming back home and crashing in my bed again, so maybe it was just one of my crazy dreams.My bladder feels full so I reluctantly drag myself out of bed. My work laptop that was still in my backpack when I got home last night now lies under my desk, and on the floor are the clothes that I wore this morning. My backpack contains a sharpie, a pair of panties that I remember putting on yesterday evening, and not much else. I feel my cheeks flushing bright red as I realize that what happened this morning was not a dream. The strict and rational voice in my head tells me ‘great, now what have you done thís time..’, but I choose to ignore it. The pressure on my full bladder seems even worse now that I’m standing upright and I have to resist the urge to put my hands between my legs. I’m not a squirming child that really needs to go potty. I’m a grown woman, and I can do pretty much whatever I want because I live alone.
Instead of walking to the bathroom that’s only a few metres away I stand over the pile of clothes on my floor, close my eyes and release a spurt of pee. Or maybe I should say a stream of pee, because it’s a bit more than I planned. My thin summer skirt and top are soaked almost right away and I feel some pee splattering from the floor and onto my legs. I don’t feel like mopping up my entire bedroom later so I struggle to hold back the flow and make a dash for the bathroom. The toilet is closest to the door and without bothering to put the seat up I stand over it with my legs spread. I sigh in relief as my pee stream hits the porcelain.
It’s yet another thing I mostly forgot about; being able to pee standing up without making a mess. Years ago when I still visited festivals quite often I taught myself how to do so, because the toilets were usually a mess. I could either pull my pants down to just above my ankles and lean forward, or wear a skirt and pull my panties aside. I remember fantasizing about wearing a skirt with no panties underneath, and how hot it would be to just stand among the guys pissing on a fence or a hedge because they were either too lazy or too desperate to stand in line for a porta-potty or urinal. Or even more daring; standing in the crowd and just pee right there
Unfortunately back then I was too shy to pee without a toilet door safely locked behind me, but now it reminds me of my own actions this morning and the girl I’d seen on Reddit.
As I pour myself an extra-large mug of tea and a glass of water to go with my breakfast/lunch I decide to challenge myself today; I won’t pee before I leave to go on a hike.
I put on a clean top and a skirt without panties underneath and quickly clean up my bedroom before I leave. As I grab my backpack and an extra bottle of water to drink on the go I already start to feel a slight tingle in my bladder. It’s just a short walk out of the city from my place, and I’ll be surrounded by nature before I know it. I quickly leave the house before I can change my mind. The urge to pee gets stronger much faster than I expected, and soon enough all I can focus on is looking for places to pee. There’s no shrubs anywhere and just as I’m about to enter the alleyway leading to the backyard entries of some rather fancy houses I can see the city border and lots of green ahead of me. I quicken my pace to get there as fast as I can. A spurt of pee escapes me as I stand still and quickly glance around. Just to my right is a wooden park bench. I hurry over, make sure I don’t sit on my skirt and start peeing as soon as my bum hits the surface. A hissing sound is very audible but there’s no way I can hold back the flow even a little bit. It takes embarrassingly long to empty my bladder, but luckily there’s nobody around.
Just as I’m finally finishing my pee though, I spot someone on a hiking trail who’s about 40 or maybe even 50 metres away from me. Trying to act casual I grab my backpack and pretend to be looking for something in there. As I glance up the guy seems to have slowed down his pace and is looking in my direction. I look at my feet and see a very large wet puddle that’s still spreading on the dry ground. If anyone comes closer there would be little to no question what I had been up to just now, so I quickly gather my things and start heading in the opposite direction, not looking back.
Still pumped on adrenaline I don’t see much of my surroundings at first. As I slowly start to calm down I use Google Maps to check where exactly I am. To my surprise I’m rather close to the river, and also to the bridge pillar where I left my mark much earlier today.
I don’t know what I had expected to happen in half a day, but everything still looks like I left it this morning. I sit down on a bench nearby and grab my phone to check the internet forum that I wrote on the wall. There’s nothing out of the ordinary there either, so I decide to head back home the way I came, chugging some water down on the way.
Before I reach the city border I feel the need to pee again. It sparks a bit of anxiety at first, but then I realize that I can now pee wherever and whenever I want, because I’m still hiking through nature. I stand still in the middle of the hiking trail, spread my legs a bit and let out a substantial amount of pee. My nerves are gone now, and instead I feel my pussy tingle in arousal. I boldly piss some more and even run my fingers between my legs swiftly. My clit feels swollen and my pussy is wet and slippery.
As I reach the city border I can see the wooden bench I sat on earlier today. It still looks soaking wet, even from a distance. Upon closer inspection I see that it’s not just my pee from earlier today. On the right side of the bench there’s a large round patch from where I was sitting before. But not just that; someone drew an outline around my wet patch and drew a winking smiley-face in the lower right corner of it. My attention quickly shifts to the left side of the bench, which is soaking wet from top to bottom. I feel slippery wetness dripping down one of my legs and I have to force myself to walk along before someone sees me staring at a park bench that’s been covered in piss.
Once I get home I choose to enter my house through the back door that is secluded by my garden. While looking for my keys in my bag I spread my legs and empty all the pee that’s still left in my bladder on the lawn. I hardly had to go really, but I’m starting to enjoy this a lot. And I don’t want to waste any time going to the toilet, I just want to start rubbing my wet and aching clit as soon as I close the door behind me.
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27 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:
Probably the best real account I’ve read in ages - so real. Love your honesty in the fears you normally face and love even more the way you forced yourself to overcome them.
Huge thanks for sharing.
And did anyone else wonder… a single other girl sitting in a field reading… or was she there for another reason too?
Thanks 😊
And hah.. yeah, who knows what the other girl was doing 😏 I was wayyyy too preoccupied with my own situation to notice anything other than her gender, that the book had her full attention and that she was a safe enough distance away.. lol.
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As some of you might know by now I was raised far too strictly when it came to peeing. Going outside for example was out of the question, no matter what.
I love peeing where I shouldn’t now and I’ve peed in public many times before. On the balcony, when spending a whole day or an afternoon in nature, sitting on the edge of a private jacuzzi on holiday, and many more places.
I still have a residual fear of getting desperate in a situation where I can’t go though (a traffic jam, train with toilet out of order, etc.). Also; I always pee before I leave the house. Even when I just go out to run a few errands.
Not long ago I noticed a wooden picknick table surrounded by high grass, about 5 minutes walking distance from home. I figured it would be great for practice spot and I loved the idea of leaving a big stain on the wood too. So.. I finally mustered up the courage last week. I put on a skirt with no panties underneath and left the house. I needed to pee more badly by the minute so I was glad when I reached my destination. Only to discover that the grass had just been trimmed, ánd there was some local youth gathered on a field nearby. I kept on walking, but not very far. Nearby was a more quiet field (there was one girl who was reading a book -about 50m away, I think-, and a small group of people on the far end of the field) so I just went for it. I had never peed on a lawn or field like that before but I just made sure not to sit on the back of my dress while sitting down and it went perfectly. I think I started peeing almost immediately and the relief felt so good. Meanwhile I rummaged through my bag to find my phone, I first took a picture of myself and checked my email after that, all while still peeing. When I had finally emptied my aching bladder I didn’t feel like play pretend (like I was there to get a tan, read a book or whatever) so I just got up and left as soon as I came.
I hope to make some outdoor video’s in the future but for now I only took a picture; https://www.erome.com/a/jT8KalY0
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On 7/10/2022 at 6:28 AM, LovesToWet said:
I have peed while having a wank once, many many years ago. That was weird as I was right at the point of cumming. It's only happened once.
I have been very tempted to 'accidently' pee while my wife has been playing with me in the bath just to see how she would react to it. I haven't had the courage to do it though as she's not into pee
Well.. what’s stopping you from trying again by yourself some time when your wife is not around? 😊
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1 hour ago, pguy2981 said:
One time I pissed in my gfs mouth because she kept sucking me when I told her to stop. I hardly had time to warn her. She was disgusted, I was mortified, and I pray that never happens again. Its EXACTLY the reason I tell girls that I don't get off that way. I'm simply too sensitive and the feeling of having to cum/pee feel extremely similar.
Man, I’m sorry to hear that happened to you. I know I would feel exactly the same and avoid oral sex all together after something like that happening. Unless I would be with a partner who is also into peeplay that is, but I would probably still be self conscious about making sure that I drink enough water to keep my pee diluted and go for a bathroom visit right before having sex.
Is it just that rather traumatic experience that makes you avoid receiving oral sex or do you just don’t like the overly sensitive feeling in general? In the first case scenario I hope that some day you’ll meet a nice and naughty lady who is also into pee 🙂
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Question for you guys; have you ever accidentally/involuntary peed while having sex? I know it’s not uncommon for women (still sexy though 😌), but quite rare for men. I think the only ‘real’ examples I’ve seen online were men who were either being pegged or had someone use a (very) large dildo on them.
Im not a fan of using huge dildo’s on people, but male squirting definitely fascinates me. Unfortunately I haven’t yet met a guy who can do it, although I did my research and had men practice by themselves too 😕 My current sub doesn’t have a pee fetish but is very much into pleasing and loves seeing me all turned on so it’s part of our D/s that way.
A big fantasy for me is being able to make him pee involuntarily. Either with my hands or (even better..) with my tongue. I’m sure he’ll be mortified at least the first couple of times it happens (or when I threaten to do it 😌), but I know for sure that it still is within his limits.
If you have any tips, let me know. But as the topic title says; I’m also very curious to hear your stories about accidentally peeing during sex 😉😊
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This three way urinal is (apart from through urinals at festivals) the least private one I’ve ever seen in my country:
The ‘notches’ are even more shallow irl, it’s literally right next to the main walking path through a park and on the other side of the walking path there’s usually people chilling out on a lawn. I would personally be too shy to do that (chilling + glancing over a little too many times 😅) and I really wouldn’t like the smell if the wind blew in my direction..
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Love the moaning! And can confirm, laundry peeing is definitely addictive 😉😚
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I was in a similar situation many years ago (where only the womens toilets were open). Not in a park though, but an indoors area. I was in a cubicle so I wasn’t aware of the situation right away but I think the guy might have asked a lady going in for her help, she checked if the coast was clear, (as far as that is even a thing in the ladies room.. it’s not like we have urinals or anything), he walked in and loudly announced ‘Warning; guy coming in! Mens toilets are closed, I’m sorry!’. I thought it was quite endearing actually :”)
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I’d say in general I don’t pay attention to the sound of other ladies peeing in the ladies room. You respect my privacy, I’ll respect yours, something like that I guess 🤷♀️ It’s an ‘automatic’ proces in my brain, not something I actively choose not to pay attention to. I’m pretty sure that anything out of the ordinary would trigger my attention though. Like the sound of a pee stream clattering on the floor for example. In which case I guess I would be curious 🤫
Maybe it’s also because I’m a rather self-conscious/ socially anxious person myself. Although it’s not that bad anymore these days. I do still project it on others though.. to some degree. The summer before corona I went to an event/tour/experience thing, where the vast majority of people attending were men (90%.. maybe a little less.. but definitely something like that). The starting point was a small old (industrial I guess) airport that was no longer in use (not as an airport anyway). While my friend signed us in I figured I’d go use the bathroom because I wasn’t sure when the next opportunity would be and/or if there would be any other options along the way. Someone pointed me to a very long hallway so I walked over there and passed by the door to the mens toilets first. Which was open, so I could see there were plenty of cubicles and urinals. Next was the door to the ladies room, so I went in there. It was quite a large space but it had only one sink and one occupied toilet. With the fewest amount of wall possible to it (about 15 cm gap under the door, some wall to maybe 2 meters high, and that was it. The ceiling was at least twice as high..). It was pretty quiet so I felt sorry for the lady who I’m sure could now hear that there was someone waiting for her. So I left -closing the door behind me to be obvious- and decided to walk up and down the long hallway for a bit instead. A few of the other doors I passed all lead to mens showers, and one to womens showers. The place was absolutely deserted and nobody was in need of a shower I was sure so I decided fuck it, and used one of the ladies showers. Rinsing after myself with the shower and leaving everything clean of course 😅
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16 hours ago, gottapee87 said:
I am hugely into pee desperation/denial. Most of my biggest fantasies relating to this fetish are of a woman trying to prevent/delay me from taking a piss because she wants to watch me squirm and dance around as long as possible. One particular fantasy I come back to a lot is someone trying to stop me from getting to the bathroom right when I wake up, when she knows I'm going to have a very full bladder. It's an unusual fantasy but I just think it's extremely hot when I need to go badly and someone else is enjoying it and trying to keep it going.
I don’t think is all that unusual? Bdsm might not be your cup of tea but with those two combined (peeplay+bdsm) it is in my experience quite common that the Dominant has control over where or when his or her sub gets to pee 🙂
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43 minutes ago, glad1 said:
I haven't yet "graduated" to videocalls. In fact, I've got black tape covering the camera on my laptop, just in case I forget to mute. Not that a stream like doesn't make some noise.... 🤣
So.. you taped both your camera and microphone? Even without camera I’m pretty sure that I would be primed by a clattering sound.. 🤫
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1 hour ago, glad1 said:
I totally enjoyed seeing your "towel moments". 😆
Like you, I've been know to hydrate crazily throughout the day. I've often been on a phone call that runs too long and I've gotten desperate for a pee. Usually there an empty cup close by that I called upon. I don't think anybody has ever suspected.
If I know I'm going to be on calls all day, I'll sometimes put a bucket under my desk and pee whenever I feel the need. By the end of the workday, I'm often surprised how much is in it.
If you'd like, I can find out for you. I always like doing research.
A very practical ánd hot solution to your problem; the bucket 😚 I don’t care all that much about quantity though, but I’d sure like to see you make one or more video’s of it..
Assuming that you are having on videocalls though; do you mute both your camera and audio shortly while you’re pissing? I imagine a bucket making quite some noise, with a peestream going into it…?
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40 minutes ago, James_erased said:
Oh wow, that is lovely and naughty! Thank you for sharing.
I can only imagine the feeling of adrenaline as you committed to releasing that first spurt into the towel, and then the physical sensation of it gushing out, all whilst also on the phone call.. 🥵
Was there any feeling of anxiety that they’d be able to tell exactly what you were doing?
I loved the bonus video too, such hot strong spurts of piss! 🤤
Thanks for the compliment 😊
About the adrenaline; a little bit, yes. But I had pissed in a towel before and if you just press it between your legs there is nothing that can possibly be heard, you just feel the nice warmth spreading against your pussy 🤤 (that would not have made a very interesting video though :’) ). I suppose it’s the same when you fold a towel around your penis, but maybe someone should check, just to be sure 😇
I don’t think ányone would suspect you are pissing in a towel while on the phone so even if you sound distracted or strange for a little bit you can just make up a random excuse. Like ‘Sorry, I thought there was someone at the door, but it’s just the neighbors’. In my case the person on the phone was a monologue person, so it was quite easy to pick the moments to have some quick relief 🤫
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I had quite some time to myself this week and I was in the mood to play.. more than once ☺️
Aaaaaand of course I received some phone calls that I couldn’t ignore at the worst possible moments. The first phone call came in when I was just chilling and meanwhile drinking lots of water. I wasn’t desperate yet when I picked up the phone but that changed quickly. I was holding myself and rocking back and forth on my chair and after what seemed to be at least an hour (it was 20 minutes.. 🙈) I made up an excuse to end the call and just went straight to the toilet as soon as I could (I didn’t plan on what I was going to do yet, play wise, but at that point I just wanted to piss).
Another phone call came in a few days later when -of course- I was doing some more holding. I knew this one was going to be tough right away because of who called me (and how they could easily talk for an hour or so..). Yet due to some particular circumstances I would have felt very rude making up an excuse to end the call early on.
Earlier that week when doing laundry I had tossed a towel aside that I figured I should throw away because it was starting to show some wear and tear on the edges (not that bad, but not something you would want to hand to a guest at your place either). It was still laying around on the floor though, and it didn’t take long for me to decide that this was the way to go (literally). I took of my panties from under my skirt about 10 minutes into the call. Not much later I kneeled on the floor and let out two very large spurts into the towel. I wanted to keep pissing so bad but I regained control and bought myself some time for my phone call. I think I had another 3 or 4 secret ‘towel moments’ during the whole call, and the entire towel was pretty much soaked by the end.
Here’s a short video that I made at a later time, but the general idea is the same (without the moaning though, when I was on the phone 😅):
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4 hours ago, Kupar said:Just a countryside pee, while on a walk, marking a fencepost as you do. Nothing to see here. Move along 🙂
https://www.erome.com/a/Gr265Ua7
Nice piss. I love the soft moan of relief when the piss starts flowing out of your cock. And I just fucking love marking.. 😚🤫
You could have pissed in 99 other directions without leaving any evidence or risk being spotted, but you didn’t.. mmm 🤤
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4 hours ago, Likelettingitgo said:
Yeah, waiting for a very long time strangely enough does not result in a giant stream, but into a lame drizzle.
But maybe the cause is that by that time i normally have become quite horny. Peeing while being aroused is always hard.
Yeah, that does sound similar. Although I’m pretty sure that arousal is not the reason in my case.. that’s usually pretty high to begin with ☺️ And being too aroused usually makes me entirely unable to pee until I get some distraction.
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I’m not sure how many people experience the same thing; instead of wetting myself when I’m absolutely full I can still hold it but my muscles cramp up really bad.
Once I reach a toilet it can easily take minutes to empty my bladder because my muscles are just too contracted to let out more than a small dribbling stream, no matter how bad I have to piss or when I try to push to pee harder.
I was holding my pee this afternoon for some solo playing after my chores were done but apparently at some point I had crossed over from just really needing a piss, to cramping up. Looking back I absolutely don’t know where the ‘turning point’ was though.
If anyone here experiences something similar; can you feel the difference/ (upcoming) turning point? And if so; how do you feel where you’re about to cross the ‘border’? Thanks if anyone can shed some light on it! 😊
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6 hours ago, Bigpiss1189 said:
If a topic was started I would contribute to it
I’m in too, of course. Now who else can be persuaded to join? 😚😏
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16 minutes ago, oliver2 said:
If I’m ever saying something like “Oh I seem to have forgotten to pee/can’t find a toilet so I’ll just have to whip it out and pee behind this wall and hope it doesn’t leave too much of a mark”, this is all barefaced lies from start to finish
I’d love to be with a guy who does that. And I would gladly help with some ‘white lies’ 😇
Edit; or yellowish lies, lol.
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15 hours ago, James_erased said:
Oh yeah, the mouth pissing itself is the main appeal - but, personally at least, I also love the added filthiness of it also being swallowed! And definitely very much enjoy swallowing it too, seeing how much I can make myself guzzle down..
With regards to the last part, do you mean when she widens her mouth and/or he pulls out slightly to reveal the stream of piss still flowing into her mouth? If so, I totally know what you mean.. 🤤 hot as fuck.
To each their own appeal of course 🙂 Regarding swallowing or not. It’s not that I mind swallowing some piss in the process.. not at all. I just like to focus on the blowjob part 😜
Second part; yes, exactly that.. that’s so hot. Especially when the guy has to go a lot/for a longgg time 🤤
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(Semi) challenging myself: desperately peeing on the balcony.
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After my previous adventure I felt like having a little less scary pee, but with some more for you to see 😉😚
I’ve peed on my partners balcony before, and so did he (he knows about my pee fetish and is cool with it, just not into it himself), but I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t think that it’s a good idea to empty my full bladder there on a regular basis. So.. I don’t. I do get a bit creative while watering the plants every now and then and I’ve let out spurts of pee while sunbathing or just for fun. Last night we had some pretty heavy rain though so I decided that I could get away with a full pee for once.. 🤫
Our neighbors’ door was open but I could see that he wasn’t sitting on his balcony. I just hope that he didn’t notice any hissing sounds or me moaning in relief 😳🙈
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