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Thank you for the update! I believe a strong motivation for the city is also the publicity around voyeurs and posting of spy shots on porn sites. These have led to criminalizing taking pictures of people without their knowledge in Germany, creating laws like the EU privacy regulation obliging internet companies to take down personal information at the depicted person's request, and hightened the sense of insecurity among women just wanting to relieve themselves. The security activity in Munich totally fits that picture, the provision of additional toilets and security comes with a co

Definitely - being excited from the game and waiting to be discovered, standing or sitting still without any means to get rid of the nervousness... I had a couple close calls when I didn't manage to undress quick enough or didn't dare to have a piss for fear of being quickly found. I liked it and didn't like it at the same time.

Interesting way to get your hands on a beautiful woman's pissed jeans 😉 Love the way you develop your plots, and the stories are always nice bite-size (something I've never succeeded writing).

Great series! If you don't feel like continuing, it might be best to leave it at that - you should stop when it's best. But: I'm definitely longing for more of the same from you, maybe with different people and a new setting?

I'm definitely going to have a look at part six now...

Another worthy part to your story - looking forward to reading part five!

@Broccoli: Don't hesitate to announce when you publish a sequel - it took me a while to discover there were actually six parts currently only. For all others: here's part two

For those like me, looking for more - there is a total of six parts as far as I am aware of. Here the next installment:

PS: Just discovered there is a fourth (and fifth and sixth) part to this story, here's the link:

Hi @Gotah, I'm not repeating what @gldenwetgoose said, he says it better than I ever could. In my case, the difference between the joy of fantasy and the commiseration of reality lies often in the realization (or rather: assumption) that the real person most likely does not enjoy the situation: How many ladies are out there who share our kink? And then the knowledge of my kink makes me overcompensate and be extra distant and avoiding any and all hints whatsoever. Trying not to make her feel unconfortable and not wanting to give myself away. A bit like a gay catholic priest who preach

Totally agree with Lutab that this story needs to continue. I'm wondering if he'll end up seeing more of Mary or discovering Anna as a secret pee lover?

It was your question about the story that had disappeared that intrigued me - and I don't regret having gone to look for your writing. Great story - realistic writing. Feels as if it should be in the "Real Pee Encounters and Experiences" section - but likely I'm just daydreaming 😞 Rest assured I'm going to remain attentive to your postings.

Thinking about thrift stores, garage sales etc. - sometimes you can get board games, cards, puzzles and the like that are not entirely fresh for just about nothing (e.g. missing pieces). If you took model cars or something, you could even sell them on - with or without telling the buyer what happened... Another option is to just clean out your own belongings and have a nice wee over them before putting them in the bin (or passing them on, if they dry well).

Thank you so much Malika for sharing the second picture - it is amazing to see the effect of your pee on plants. I have never observed any effect of my pee on any plants I used as a toilet outdoors. And your attitude turns me on - you nonchalantly pee on plants because they are useful for you, you don't want to harm them, but you totally accept them withering and it doesn't stop you from doing it again on a different plant. Just the right mix 🙂 I'm looking forward to any further experience you might want to share!

Thank you all for your replies! @Daniel_defo , you have done some extensive research on the subject - I wish I had met women as open as you. Even if I met women who would pee with or for me, they'd never agree to this kind of experiment. Looking forward to any bit of information you share, and I understand you cannot share everything as you are not the sole person involved. @Malika, I can't help but being turned on by the way to tell your experiences. Stay the way you are! And a special thanks for your latest story even sharing a picture of plant, puddle and tissue. @Keri, great

Thank you so much Malika - I love the story and the picture! I have been reading all your stories, and I love how relaxed you are about using plants to receive your violent gush of pee and let them soak in all your liquid discharge. Please keep sharing your experiences, I appreciate your stories and comments a lot! The plant is something from the family of curcubitaceae which encompass cucumbers, pumpkins, and melons. Wonder how it got to grow on the lay-by? Maybe the seed was left from someones lunch break or some fruit fallen off a truck?

@Alfresco Thank you for your kind words, I especially value them as they are a sign that I succeeded writing a story that not only attracts the hardcore vandalists among us. I admit I sometimes see quite a view points we have in common in this fetish and I wasn't sure this story would qualify as one of them 😉 @rann Thank you for the compliments - good to read that one of the person's having inspired the story likes it 🙂 Having finished the first chapter, I was in quite a frenzy to know how the story would continue. I've written a second part, but it is way too long and chaotic. So it

Wow! Love the way you describe the art of photography and modelling through the lens of a horny adept of golden nectar. You do have a camera, do you?

Thank you for bumping - wouldn't have found it otherwise. And @Alfresco needs some reminding that there's at least one chapter outstanding 😉

Short but hot!

Last year in high school. This is when it all started. I’d been playing with Xenia since middle school, we were just friends. And this was never to change. But something else changed: I met her mother. “What the fuck?” is Your first thought? Yes. For her sixteenth’s birthday, Xenia was having a sleep-in house-party. It was the first I ever attended, and the first time I went to the Minx’s house. The moment I saw her, I had a crush on her mom. Miss Minx was a blonde in her late thirties, toned body in good shape. I couldn’t take my eyes off her all night, as she served us snacks and d

This story was written in a couple hours and was inspired by @Zorroblade's post how it all started for him. As a consequence, it has items that are not everyone's taste, especially in a sexual context. I believe I have kept within the bounds of the new forum rules, as personnally I'm not turned on by damage to third parties, either. I wasn't consciously aware when writing it, but my sudden tolerance for this beyond-naughty behavior may be related to my reading of @rann's well-written vandalism series starring Katie and Nina on vacation (warning: that one is hard vandalism, too much for me if I

There was a phase during late adolescence where I'd get pee-shy, too. Without obvious reason, as I never had qualms showing myself naked to whoever cared to watch. But the situation of standing at a urinal and nothing coming out - potentially with friends or colleagues standing next to me - stressed me out. Obviously, that didn't ease my pee blockade... That period has gone, and I can pee in other people's company again. This being said, I never chose the stall instead - I hate peeing standing into a normal toilet, and I don't like to sit on public toilets, even in more private / cleaner

It had never occured to me that there were people who wouldn't pee into their bath until I met a woman who found it gross... As kids, we would be several in the tub, siblings and neighbors. And we'd just pee as we felt, sometimes even standing and raining down into the water (not caring if we gave a golden shower to one of the others). There was nothing sexual about it, it was just playing around like you play around with your little yellow rubber duck. Today I've adopted a more environmentally conscious lifestyle and take showers. Obviously, I do pee in there. But - and this may be

This is one of the situations when I would regret afterwards not having had the courage to talk to her about it and for not being quick-witted enough to have a fruitful conversation... I'm sure she was open-minded, even if not necessarily "one of us". Such a shame she got away without you making her acquaintance to keep in touch!