navesink01

9 hours ago, Alfresco said:

That's so good that you found somebody who was willing to pee for you and more.   It sounds like you will no doubt further develop this relationship.   Did you return the favour and pee for her as well?

Yes, we are still connected.  Although only a two hour drive away, our two lives habe been complicated enough to make physical interaction rarer than either of us would like.  However, the on line sessions have been intense.  

She seems to have no interest in watching me pee.  I did ask her if she liked to watch.  She said she liked to watch women, and if the situation was right, a man.  However, it was my sense that watching was very low on her pee fetish list.  

One of the hardest things is finding a partner.  I have been at this many years and have been on many sites.  I wish I could say that my live encounters were as numerous and far less elusive.  In the end, I would summarize success as follows:

• Relationships.  It is always hard to get around to sharing a pee fetish.  I have had many relationships with women. over the years.  I shared, with most, eventually, most or all of my fetishes.  I would say there have been mixed results.  The woman to whom I was married for many years, following several years of committed relationship, was perhaps the best.  She truly experienced and enjoyed enhanced orgasms from a full bladder, indulged my clothing and desperation scenarios, public peeing, shared stories, staged stories, and thoroughly enjoyed receiving oral sex.    Unfortunately, after many happy years, the relationship soured and sex evaporated.  I tried to keep the marriage alive, but it all came to an end.   Other relationships, at best, yielded a range of reactions from "I am glad you like that, but that is of no interest to me," to humoring me on certain elements, from time to time, like public peeing.  However, nothing that I have ever felt satisfies my needs.  So, I have had to explore other sources 
•  Finding play partners on fetish web sites.  I have maintained a Fetlife presence for a long time.  It has lead to interactions with a few women, which never became physical.  One, loved the fantasies I wrote, and became a rather voracious consumer of same.  She actually wore me out.  Another did share a lot and it was more an equal sharing of stories and fantasies.  She truly was into it and even lived in my region of the country.  After interacting for most of a year, it even appeared we might meet, but she, at the last minute, fell into a committed relationship.   There were a few other Fetlife encounters, but nothing that lead to a meet-up, except for one that I will describe latter.  Other fetish sites, including, of late this, have never lead to much in the way of interaction with others. 
• I did dating sites, as well, of the vanilla type, following my divorce.  While I was looking for a relationship, and not a play partner, some of them lead to sex only.  The sex was creative with one woman, who was local to me, and the interaction hot, but I never did broach the pee fetish barrier.   Another also lead to a lot of creative sex, including the use of a remote vibrator in public, but, again, never got to a point of my sharing about my pee fetish.  It was damn close, however.  Oh, what the remote vibrator could have done with a partner who had a full bladder!
• Paying providers.  The first category is prostitutes.  There are certain places where this is legal.  I am very careful not to do illegal activities.   It was hard, but not impossible to find providers who would play.  I often would create scenarios and even request certain items of clothing to be worn.  I would say that I encountered four providers who humored me.  One simply let me watch her pee in a toilet.  Another shared stories.  Both were lacking and I resolved myself to set up the encounters a bit better.  It did net two such encounters.  One did not quite get the outfit the right way, but fully complied with the scenario.  However, it was rather contrived and I was not quite fulfilled by it all.  I do find that too much scripting does detract from the experience.  Another provider was perhaps my best attempt.  She was in pursuit of a higher education degree in dancing and had the body to match.   More to the point, she had a really creative mind and was truly curious about other people's fetishes and what drove them.  I really think she viewed it all as an academic exercise and it would not surprise me if I am the subject of a book she writes some day.  LOL.   At any rate, she totally fulfilled my fetish scenario in two different occasions.  However, this was in a foreign country and it was not a relationship that could last.  The second category is paid modelling. I already shared that I commissioned a video by a provider on clips4sale.  She met my clothing requirements and I bought and shipped what she did not have.  She accepted my script and produced a video, one her longest.  She is a very significant pee provider on clips4sale - Dixie Comet.  I was very happy with the outcome.  
• OK, I did save the best for last.  As I said, many years on fetish websites, hoping to find someone, but not having success.  I had given up on some of the site, including Fetlife.  Many months would go by without me even looking at it, in fact.       I did post content, such as fictional stories.  Well, one day, out of the blue, I got a friend request.  It was a woman who lived two hours away and she was into all of my fetishes.  She was hoping I would be game.  So, after all my hunting, I was the one hunted!  We have exchanged a lot of images, videos and stories, since meeting.  We even had a mind blowing afternoon/ evening together.  I will share that in another posting.  However, her life is complicated and she is a two hour drive away, or four hours round trip.  I live a very busy life with a lot of travel.  So, attempting to arrange meet ups is nearly impossible.  Very frustrating.  I would say it is more her unavailability than mine, and I can always hope that changes for the better.   She is an amazing person and we have developed a very nice friendship as well.  it truly is a gift that I met her.                 

Story includes desperation, wetting some clothing fetishes, and sex.  

Like my previous posting, this is a story I created on my Fetlife page, even longer ago.  Again, sharing it here.   

It was mid-afternoon and there were hardly any people on the commuter train out of the city.
I boarded and moved to the last car. It was an older train and had many signs of wear and tear, including the sign that read “rest rooms out of order”

I sat down and opened up my paper to read on the long trip home. I looked up and noticed a young woman sitting across from me. She and I were the only people in the train coach. She had on dark cable knit kneesocks, maryjane pumps, a pleated skirt, and a tight sweater, showing some cleavage. I was aroused as there was something with that outfit that made my heart race with excitement. However, I contained myself and went back to reading the paper, stealing glances now and again.

She had her legs crossed and her skirt was riding up on her leg. There is something about this outfit that accentuates the female form of a woman’s legs. I could not help but to continue to look every now and again. The woman noticed my looks and smiled back, but she looked nervous and distracted. She bit her lip and furrowed her brow. She began to swing and pump her crossed leg.

The train came to a stop and she looked up with a more worried look. The wait continued for several minutes and then the announcement came, “We are going to be delayed due to an electrical malfunction. We will keep you advised.” I heard her whimper. We made light talk about the delay and the possible cause. She was most anxious to know how long it would take, while she began to cross and re-cross her legs. I knew what might be happening and I could barely contain my excitement.

I finally asked, “Are you ok?” She said, “No, I need to pee like I have never had before. I had a few beers with my friends at the train station, unaware that the train was about to leave. I heard it called and raced onto the train, no having had time to pee. I hoped to be able to pee on board, but, the rest rooms are closed, and now this!!”

I moved next to her and put my arm around her to comfort her. I told her that hopefully they would get the problem fixed soon and that we would be on our way. She said, “I am almost beyond my limit at this point, there is no way I can make it.” I told her that she needed to try so that she would not disgrace herself. I related that she was a grown woman and that she can certainly hold on. She assured me that she would try as her legs were madly pumping back and forth. I told her I would help her. She smiled weakly and thanked me.

Minutes passed and I helped her with breathing exercises. It was becoming a real team exercise to keep her pee inside. After a few more minutes she sucked in some air and grabbed her crotch through her skirt. She quickly moved her hand under her skirt and squeezed the crotch of her panties. After a while she began to rub her pussy through her panties. As she did so, her panties came into view, white cotton panties that fit snug over her crotch. I noticed that she seemed to be getting aroused. I certainly was very aroused myself. I massaged her leg calf to ease her pain and tension, while at the same time enjoying the texture of her kneesocks accenting the sweet curvature of her legs.

More minutes passed and she squealed, “Some came out! I just squirted into my panties!” I assured her that we would just have to take extra measures. I had her rearrange herself. I sat with my back against the window and had her arrange herself between my legs on the seat, so that the crack of her but nestled against my stiff cock. I then had her fold her legs underneath herself so that she was sitting on the heal of her shoe, pressing the heal against her pussy to hold in the pee. I took one of my hands and placed it over her panty covered crotch and squeezed and then began messaging her pussy through her panties. I rubbed up and down softly and then more firmly. I felt her clit through her now moist panties and, between strokes, started to toy with it with my fingers. She was now breathing very heavily and soon more spurts of pee came out. Even more aggressive measures needed to be taken.

I swung around in front of her and onto the floor. I reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties. “I might as well save what is left of your panties before they become too wet.” I got between her legs and opened them against her protests, as she clearly wanted to cross them. I smiled at her and said that I need to dry her very moist pussy. I moved my face up close to her pussy and gently began to blow on it. She was moaning and loudly protesting. She said she could not hold back and that she was going to piss in my face. I told her that it would not be a nice thing to do to someone who is trying to help. Just then another spurt shot out, catching me in the face. I jokingly said, you naughty girl, I will have to put you over my knee and spank you if you do that again.

With that I said, “I am going to hold in your pee with my tongue and you really have to try hard not to pee on me. You would not dare piss on my face, that should help you to hold. It is mind over matter.” I moved my tongue over her pee hole, and then slowly traced it up one side of her labia to her clit. I then moved my tongue down the other side of her labia to her pee hole, I slowly made several circles in this fashion. She was frantically urging me to stop. I then increased the pace and then started to flick her pussy with the tip of my tongue. It was hard to keep my face in place as she was rocking all over the place. She was panting and at one point grabbed my head and rammed it into her pussy to stem the flow. She was in quite a state between ecstasy and desperation. I was loving every minute of it.

I then took two fingers and slipped them up into her pussy. “I am going to help you hold your bladder from the inside.” I suggested. She replied, “no, no!!”, all the while moaning and thrashing about. I curled my fingers inward and started to stroke the back of her distended bladder, while at the same time I sucked on her clit. It wasn’t long before she exploded pee all over my face, while at the same time having an earth shattering orgasm.

She was, of course, very upset. I sat next to her and put my arm around her and reassured her that all would be alright.

Luckily most of the damage was relegated to the floor, were it was mostly absorbed into the carpet. I had already saved her panties from most of the damage. Her skirt had been hiked up and out of the way of the eruption. Her kneesocks were quite wet, but, since they were dark, showed no damage. Her shoes were wet, but I was able to address that. I took out Kleenex and took of each shoe, and dried each. I also took some more Kleenex and helped her dry her legs. I then had her stand up, still with her skirt up and I dabbed her pussy dry. I then kissed it and said, “I hope you feel better now.”

Her face was still very much flushed, but she said, “I am very embarrassed, that has never happened to me before.” I said, that no one notices and that I certainly was aroused by the experience myself. She said, , with a slight smile, “yes, I noticed”

At that point, the train began to lurch forward. The electrical problem seemed to have been fixed and we were underway. She slid her panties back on and moved to another seat. My stop was next and I soon got off. I winked at her, thanked her for the experience, and said that I hoped to see her on the train again. She smiled back at me and said she hoped so as well.

I wrote the following on my Fetlife page, some time ago.  I figured I will share it here as well.   I loosely based this upon a relationship I had, many years ago.  It was my partner who did professional presentations and I often joked with her that I would tease her during same.  This story turns it all around.  

I invite you to accompany me on a day when I am to make a policy speech at a meeting and you agreed. It is an important gathering of people I wish to influence for a cause upon which I was working. I put a lot of time and effort into the preparation, and while I had done hundreds of such presentations, this one was making me anxious. So, I was quite glad that I would have a friend in the audience.

We arranged to meet for breakfast, in advance. I gave you the address and then made my way there upon waking the next morning. I was the first to arrive and was seated. You entered the room shortly thereafter. I looked up and became aroused. You were were wearing the dress I liked, which reveled a healthy amount of cleavage and came to slightly above the knee. You wore knee lengthy boots, and under neath those boots, I could immediately detect that you wore knee socks. I was then immediately sure, although I could not yet confirm that you wore the underwear that I liked, as I concluded that you had decided to dress to make my horny.

You took your seat as if all was normal. It was far from normal for me, but we were in public and decorum needed to be met. I arose to great you to my table.
, although my body was not the only thing that was standing at attention. You extended your hand and there was a flirtatious smile on your face. I took your hand and grasped it and guided you to your seat. I otherwise was reserved and was careful not to publicly display any undue affection.

You consumed a copious amount of liquid during our breakfast. Included was a full glass of water, a full glass of juice and three cups of coffee. It began to dawn on me what you were doing. On the surface we conversed about many things, none of them sexual, and we certainly did not make any reference at all to the things you were in the process of doing to drive me crazy. Appearances did need to be maintained and we had no idea as to who might be listening to us. All I know was that my mind and heart had begun to race.

We concluded breakfast. I paid the bill and we got up to leave. I expected, given your consumption, that you would have excused yourself. However, you did no such thing. We exited the building and I hailed a cab. I opened the rear door to allow you to get in. It is at the moment that you got into the back seat that my suspicion was confirmed. You gave me able opportunity to see up your skirt and I seized that visual moment. You, of course, were wearing cotton panties. They were of a pastel color, rose to be precise. I also distinctly saw a very small wet patch. OMG.

I got into the cab next to you. You then leaned over and whispered in my ear, that you really needed to pee, and that, in fact, some may have come out in your panties. i was wild with lust, but was now a bit annoyed as well. "you know that that may speech is very important! What are you trying to do to me?!" You just gave me a very devilish grin. I wanted to admonish you and fuck you at the same time. Any thought of being frisky with you in the cab was mentally dismissed as it was broad daylight. Also, I certainly needed to get my head in the game.

Although the cab ride was short, you did put on a show. you crossed your legs and began to pump your leg, knowing full well that as to how I would interpret what you were doing. You reached down and adjusted your knee socks, pulling both of them a bit higher. You were killing me.

We got out of the cab and immediately I got drawn into meeting people. I introduced you to t a few people, but we soon had to separate. I tried to be in the moment, as I had to engage with several people before my speech. However, I was also highly aroused and flustered as a result.

Within 30 minutes, I mounted the podium and move to the center to address the audience. When I looked out to the audience, you were sitting there right in front. You saw me see you and you immediately mouthed the words, "I still need to pee." OMG, you are so damned naughty. Your legs were crossed and again, you reached down and pulled up your knee socks.

i somehow made it through the speech. I forced myself not to look at you. Following the speech, there were more to follow and I had to sit there on the platform. My eyes wondered back to you, as I sat there. You put on a very delicious show. You crossed and recrossed your legs and did some discreet squirming. You maintained a very discreet manner and only you and I knew was was happening. I nearly came in my pants. I had to think of something else, as I could not cum in my pants and, I had to soon stand up. Through utter concentration, I got myself in order and was able to not embarrass myself when I did have to stand.

We arrived at a break. I had to mingle. Eventually, I was able to leave the room.
You were immediately in tow. I was both very cross with you and highly aroused. I pull you in a room, close and lock the door. It was an empty conference room with chairs arranged around a conference table. I sternly admonish you for your behavior. I then sit and pull you across my knee. I lift up your skirt and began to swat your bottom. I give you five good swats, thoroughly enjoying the feel of my hand landing on your cotton panties. However, you know that by the feel of the hard on now sticking in your abdomen. Not satisfied that you are really feel the wrath of my ire, I then pull down your panties. I see that the wet spot has grown a little larger, but not by much. You certainly did manage to contain all that pee, all morning long. I then began to swat your now exposed rear end, quite hard and it became redder with each swat. You begged me to stop, complaining that you had to pee and that my spanking might cause it to come out.

After about twenty wacks, you managed to keep everything under control. It was I who was out of control. We were both snapped back into reality as we heard the door being jingled, as someone attempted to enter the room. It was looked of course, but we immediately had to compose ourselves. Who knew if that person had a key.

You stood up, yanked off your panties and placed them in my hand. you then composed yourself and left the room. I stuffed the panties and attempted to compose myself, as I had to go back into the room, mount the stage and participate in a round table discussion. How was I ever going to do that?

I left you with a very full bladder, sans your panties, as I headed back into the conference to participate in a panel discussion. The panties, which had been moistened with what could be some pee, or maybe some sexual lubrication, or both, where now in my pants pocket. I was wildly horny and I had to duck into a corner to adjust myself. I had to straighten out my erection so that it stood straight up and not straight out. I needed to immediately look presentable.

I took the stage and took my seat. You took your too, right in the front row. It was obvious, in how quickly you followed me, that you did not detour, in any way, to mitigate your predicament.

The panel included three others and a moderator. Although there were significant gaps of time where I did not speak, it was imperative that I pay attention.

Your presence, in your predicament, was not at all helpful. I was getting to be quite cross with you. I was, out of my mind, horny, and I could not show it.

You continued to act, like you did, before the break. You continued to squirm in your seat and cross and recross your legs. You continued to tease me mercilessly. Worst of all, you paid very close attention to all on stage and knew when to strike, knowing full well that I was always keeping you in sight. When you sensed the others where looking elsewhere, you would slowly undress your legs and give me a very clear shot up your skirt. Omg, I nearly came in my pants.

There was more than once where I had to have a question repeated. I suspect some even though there was something wrong with me. I knew I was sweating and must have looked flush. I was struggling, to say the least.

The session, mercifully, came to an end and the program moved on to another speaker. I immediately went into the audience and, somewhat roughly and abruptly, grabbed you by the arm and all but dragged you out of the auditorium. Although I was trying to act I'm anmanner that did not draw undue attention, I an afraid I was indeed overacting and drawing attention.

I dragged you into the hallway and down the corridor to the elevators. I did not speak a word to you. I was a bit of a mess, both full of lust and more than a bit cross. I was going to teach you a lesson and you knew what was coming. You began to whimper.

When the elevator door closed, i pushed you up against the wall and rapidly slipped my hand up under your skirt. My finger, first one finger, and then the other, entered you. I sternly said, "you humiliated me, and now you are going to learn your lesson."

Before I could do much in the way of digital stimulation, the elevator reached its destination, and I withdrew my hand as rapidly as I inserted it.

I dragged you out of the elevator, a bit more roughly as there was no longer an audience. Down the hallway I marched you until we were outside the room. I insisted the key card and opened the door. I then swept you off your feet and on to the bed. I immediately dove in between your legs. You tried to kick me off and voiced protests about having to pee very badly and not wanting to wet the bed. I cut you off in your protests and stated that if you played games then games would be played on you with all the attendant consequences.

I then reinserted both my fingers in your pussy and immediately began torturing your g-spot by making "cum hither" movements with my curled fingers. I also began torturing your pee filled pussy with my tongue. I licked your lips and teased your clit with passing strokes, slowly, giving it more and more the attention it craved. With my other hand, I pressed down on your lower abdomen, also causing increased urgency. I then incorporated sucking, gentle biting and kissing of your clit, as I continually changed up the sensation. You did not know what you would feel next, other than the unimaginable urge to pee. You had not idea whether you would pee or cum, or do both. The pressure was unbelievable. I played you like a musical instrument. I backed off as soon as you approached the edge. I did this repeatedly. The peaks and valleys were getting shorter and shorter. It was very intense.

Just when I sensed that orgasm denial was not going to be sustained anymore, I moved away from you. I then dragged you on my knee and yanked up your skirt. I then said that o hope you were learning your lesson about playing with fire. I then began to administer your punishment. I began to spank your bare bottom until it was very red. Your kept pleading me to stop as it was going to cause you to pee.

After twenty good swats, I felt that you had enough punishment. I also was quite impressed with your ability to hold. I sat you up on the bed. I stood over you. I spoke gently. I explained why I was so upset. You could barely pay attention to my words, you had to either cum or pee so bad. I gently touched your face and brushed your hair. You looked so beautiful. I played with your hair. I loved my hand to your shirt, which was still on. I unbuttoned it slowly. I hugged you and kissed you on your lips. I moved my kisses lower on your body. I unclasped your lacy bra and I fondled your breasts. My kissing moved to your breasts. I licked and kissed your nipples. You were panting due the many signals your body was sending. The stimulation of your nipples was not helping. I pushed you back on the bed and then moved between your legs again. I finished you off with my mouth and my fingers. Your orgasm was very intense, followed immediately by my trusting my hard cock into you and thrusting hard and fast with all the pent up energy the last few hours of excitement had caused. My orgasm was as intense as yours.

As we embraced on a now very wet bed, we both felt spent, but very good.

3 hours ago, Alpian said:

Indeed, nudity is still widely accepted, and there are young people who don't give a damn. But you see much less families going FKK, and I'm not surprised with all the smartphones around. You wouldn't want your kid to feature naked as the background of a post on social media going viral. Same for public peeing: Who would want to find themselves in social media or even a Bild headline (duly "anonymized") whilst having a leak on the lawn of the Oktoberfest, featuring a headline like "vandals piss all over xxx, police issue fines" or "Perverts sharing spy shots of pissing woman on Internet pornsites"?

Back in the day, voyeur photography existed - but you had to carry huge equipment, and the sharing happened in clandestine (snail-) mailing groups with VHS tapes and the like. Today, everyone has their smartphone on the beach and we all share our holiday pictures in real time on social media. I feel this has greatly increased the feeling of vulnerability around nudity - especially when seen as inappropriate like whilst peeing in public - in (German) society?

 

I agree that smart phones have significantly changed the landscape.  It is not only that images and videos can be easily captured on a discrete devise, but that a moment that involves only a couple of people can then be instantly shared into a distribution system that reaches a vast swath of the human race.  Once something is digitized and shared, it loses any form of meaningful containment.  You notice the impacts in our world in that true voyeur images, once very prevalent, are now rare.    It also goes far beyond our world as well to the point that with such technology, the realm of truly private is shrinking to almost nothing.  Increased miniaturization, drones, and explosion of sharing platforms that evade any form of policing only make an expectation of privacy minimal.  I am not saying any of this is right or wrong, just stating facts and realities.      

I think this is a very good subject, and perhaps it should be brought out in a distinct topic.  It is the "ethics" of capturing and sharing things observed.  I put that in quotes, as it is relative and it will be filtered through many different cultural, religious, and personal belief filters, with a fair amount of rationalization baked in.  So, it is hard to say there is some absolute rule out there. 

It does break down into two separate questions, I think.  One of viewing and one of sharing.  So, let me wade into this troubling subject. 

In the end, any activity done in public is public domain.  However, there is a line where the subject's attempts at privacy and objections of being seen do matter and that the viewer can cross a line of what is right, and even be considered to be assaulting the subject.  Yes, rules and laws are emerging and will try to address where the line is drawn, but I do think that most people, unless they totally lack a compass, know where that line exists.  It needs to be respected.     I know from my own personal experiences that subjects sometimes want to be caught and they are titillated by that possibility.  I know others simply do not care, as their ethos around being naked is that there is nothing wrong with being naked or being seen as such.  Some even celebrate it and embrace being seen.  Some are thrilled with being exhibitionists, even.  So, yes, it is all situational and makes a "one size fits all" rule very difficult to develop.  So, I feel that there are many instances where our eye can rightfully capture what is displayed in public.  Taking an image of it, is just memorializing what our eye sees and, if contained in our personal devise is really no different that the picture in our "minds eye."     Again, I am making very broad statements here that can always be overruled by context.  In some societies and or contexts, looking at someone in public, much less capturing an image, is not socially acceptable, no matter how innocent that view might be.   So, it goes to my earlier statements that nothing is universal and that it is all situational and contextual, in the end.       

It is the sharing that truly brings in the troubling aspects.  While one does take a risk of being seen peeing in public and may truly not want to be seen, they, whether they like it or not, have taken on all the attributes of public activity, including that of being seen.  Again assuming that the looker has not crossed a line.  However, that assumption of risk is as to those in the immediate vicinity, a very limited and calculated risk.   It, by no means, is never contemplated to an activity viewed by the whole world, with the monumental risk to ones privacy, reputation, etc., that this entails.   Yes, there are many arguments to the contrary on this point.  Again, one might say that one suspends any expectation of privacy, and, with that, of sharing, if one elects to be present, or do something, in public.  What that public space entails, and the expectations that go along with it, are shrinking.  Where what we do is considered right or wrong, will, I am sure evolve with it.     Meanwhile, I do applaud those who blur faces and other identifying aspects of an image as going a long way of addressing the troubling aspects of sharing images and videos.                      

You must share how you find such a willing partner.

On 10/30/2020 at 9:30 PM, Lulu A. said:

ooh I love how you write!

Always happy to write more.

On 7/7/2022 at 8:57 AM, Starks2010 said:

Sounds like you’re in the same boat as me with not having the freedom to go out for sightings as you’d like to. I would be out every weekend, both Saturday and Sunday mornings like I used to. Now I go out when I have the opportunity. The fact that I sometimes must work odd hours helps too. 😁

where did you habe sightings on a Saturday or Sunday morning?

4 hours ago, gldenwetgoose said:

@Alfresco - I’m going to speak for myself here, there isn’t really a hard and fast site rule. 

There is the site rule about not creating duplicate topics and adding to existing…  And obviously you do that and so does @Big Bear and others too.  But when you post it’s about your experiences in your locality which is different from the other people posting their experiences.  For that reason I’m happy to have separate threads for each of you.

Also there is a certain etiquette where a member places their name in the title that is then ‘their’ post to contain their content.

For those reasons @navesink01 I’d recommend you create your own post of your sightings and then each time you have anything to add then do so as a further reply to your post.  That would be preferable for me. 

ok, makes sense.

5 hours ago, Alfresco said:

I think it is better that you have your own thread for your own sightings.   There are a few of us here that have our own sightings in a thread, so the one above is where I put my sightings, @pwpj has a thread a thread of his sightings here:

@Big Bearhas his sightings here:

@PeeWatcher1 has his sightings here

 

 

And so on, so I would prefer that you put your sightings in a dedicated thread rather than adding on my thread if you are OK with that.

The other option would be to combine all sighting threads into one, which may be a good idea in itself - what do mods think?

Ok, makes sense. 

Thanks for all of the suggestions.  I am going to continue my commentary on 

It will serve to build on that and keep it all in one place.

7 hours ago, Alfresco said:

The question has been answered generically on several threads, so it is worth searching for them.   However, in short, anywhere where there are lots of people gathering, preferably alcohol involved and a limited number or complete lack of toilets is what you are looking for.

I've not spent much time in London, but the parks would definitely be a candidate and also the nightlife areas such as Soho and Hoxton.  

Also, mention should be given to the many demonstrations and protests - they usually cause lots of people to appear in one place and there is not usually any additional provision of toilets.   

Suggest that for parks, the best time is later in the evening, maybe after 8pm.   For nightlife areas, the best time would be when people are queuing for nightclubs or when the nightclubs kick out and people are looking for taxis and night buses with full bladders and low inhibitions.

You can also read one of the sightings threads (mine is here: https://peefans.com/topic/16884-alfrescos-pee-sightings/?tab=comments#comment-236468 but there are similar threads by others) which will give you ideas of what people have seen, where and what the circumstances are.

Enjoy and if you get any sightings, be sure to report them for us to enjoy second hand!

 

thank you.  I will definitely report back any sitings.  

27 minutes ago, pwpj said:

I echo Alfresco's comments.

Parks, areas with nightclubs, all popular. The way back from large festivals or events too, where people who've had a drink or two may need to queue to get on the tube or a bus. For parks, alleys etc you can judge the popularity by any tissues...

Please do be mindful and respectful, don't loiter around too much or you will arouse suspicions, don't act inappropriately or make anyone feel uncomfortable, remember there's cctv in many places, keep on moving.

i absolutely agree about the need to be respectful.  It is imperative that no lines are crossed and that any viewing is chance, respectful, and does not involve what would constitute unacceptable loitering.  

Now that is is summer, complete with festivals, concerts, and people generally drinking and having fun, lets hear about places one can see pee desperation, wetting and desperately peeing in places other than toilets.

Places in the London area to view are of particular interest.  

The recent poat about Burning Man and Coachella, made me think about all the other postings on idea places to catch people peeing out in the open due to a lack of adequate facilities.  

I know from time to time and pee site to pee site, lists were generated.  Debate then followed about the wisdom of posting good spots due to the risk that the posting will  attract too many viewers, particularly ones who will cross the line.

So, let me suggest a viewer's code of good conduct and invite some ideas about good sites.  

On 2/10/2021 at 7:01 PM, mcdky said:

Does anyone have an experience or knowledge of escorts peeing in public? I wonder what percentage would be willing to do that for the right price. My ultimate fantasy would be to recreate the type of desperation scenarios that are on Sneakypee/Projectpee/WD Girls etc, but that’s riskier here in the US than Europe. Nevertheless, I’ve seen a number videos from American girls who truly couldn’t care less (like this, this and this). Just don’t know how to go about finding someone who’s like that AND is willing to meet.

Personally, I don’t see how that is remotely comparable to an in-person experience. The fact that I’ve never seen a woman pee in real life is tearing me apart.

I agree, remote is not as good as live, but arranging live is very difficult to arrange.

I have often pondered the psychology of our fetish.  It does suggest S&M, but I really do not think of it as such.  In fact, I am not into S&M, or any form of domination, for that matter.  Yes, very much in conflict with the fact that I enjoy warching desperation.  However, desperation is only enjoyed by me if the desperate person is into as well, or at least is happy, having fun with it, or not otherwise experiencing involutary pain, suffering or humiliation.  Does that make sense?  

spend time in all three places.  Was absent from this for awhile, but am back and will become Gold.  

You are, indeed, a good friend, in many ways.

I did see a picture, years ago, from Burning Man.  They had a contest that promoted the benefits of staying well hydrated while competing at certain activities.  Being well hydrated in the desert had obvious safety and health benefits that they seemed to be promoting, at the time.  At any rate, the picture was of a male referee, with a whistle in his mouth, witnessing two woman peeing after a race.  Apparently, one needed to show hydration by being able to pee, perhaps gaining points if the pee was clear or of significant volume.  One woman was in full squat, with her shorts pulled down.  The other was in a standing slight squat, with her garments pulled to the side and emiting a healthy stream.  Not sure if that image can be found anymore.

I am so sorry you went through that ordeal.  Glad you made it through and are feeling better.

I have definitely noticed that most of my female partners enjoyed more intense orgasms on full bladders.  However, it definitly is linked to their comfort to just give into the intensity of rhe feeling without fear of the consequences.