navesink01

Giving oral to a woman who is desperate to pee and now allowing her to pee until she cums. 

I saw this topic on another site and it attracted a lot of interesting comments.

Do you like to masturbate when you have to pee?  

Thank you for sharing this story.  I always wonder if someone who acts like person A is trying to telegraph their interest.  I would be very interested in what latter evolved regarding your relarionship

1 hour ago, PissBoner said:

How many of you L♡VELY ladies/women/girls (whatever your preference) enjoy getting your horny pussies eaten while pissing (either all over the givers face, in their mouth and/or them sucking/drinking it out of your beautiful vaginas)? Please share your lovely stories, experiences, fantasies, etc. I L♡VE DOING THIS! I L💛VE tasting all the different flavors out there! Love L♡VE L💛VE IT!

I would love to find a partner who is into this.  I believe full bladder sex, for woman, enhances orgasms.  So, this is, definitely a related activity.

While I have had partners who indulged, over the years, most are too inhibited to do this.  They have no idea how much joy they are missing, for themselves and for myself.

On 10/28/2020 at 12:13 PM, felicia1234 said:

I just joined the site, but have had a long time fascination and interest in pee/peeing. I would love to talk to everyone about memories, stories, and other things.

Hope you all have a wonderful day!

Welcome.  This us definitely the place to share.  I look forward to your memories, stories and other things.  

On 10/28/2020 at 12:24 PM, felicia1234 said:

Hello everyone!

So I heard this the other day from a friend of mine. She said that peeing is a lot like sex. There is a lot of build up, then you get to release, and then you feel the massive relief!

What does everyone think?

I have noticed a very string correlation to edging an orgasm and edging a pee.  Both build tension and tension can lead to more intense orgasms.  I also think that if more people were less shamed by peeing, or more precisely, the possibility of losing control, they would enjoy the affects a full bladder does have on the intensity of orgasms.  

I have had several experiences.  

First of all, I do like the video, posted above.  It gives good advise as to how to properly handle a session with an escort.  

I recommend a couple of things.

1.  Seek a professional, someone who takes the business of giving pleasure seriously.  Try to verify them.   There are web sites that give you information.  It is for your safety and enjoyment that you do this.  

2.  Chose a place where escorts are legal or at least tolerated.  It will go a long way to supporting the existence of those I reference in #1.  High enforcement places, ironically, create a bad environment for good providers and a good environment for unsafe or unsavory providers.  

3.  Follow the advice in the video above regarding communications with a provider.  Be very clear what you expect.  

4.  Respect the provider.  They are as human as you and are doing a job.  

Having experienced a hard time, from time to time, in finding my fetish outlets fulfilled in my relationships, I have turned to providers.  It is challenging in two respects.  First, as someone mentioned, you do lack that personal connection.  Nothing beats being naughty, in a spontaneous manner, with a friend.  Second, I like desperation and it is challenging to stage produce, through a professional, what should be spontaneous.  Our interests are a spectrum and I think those who wish to be peed upon have an easier time getting satisfaction from an escort than those of us who wish to experince true desperation.  

That said, I have frequented Quebec where escorts do not suffer from legal enforcement.  I found information about providers to be available and setting up a session to be straight forward.  

This lead to two different sessions with one provider who was very classy.  If fact she was a professional dancer who then raised tuition money through her services.  She also had a genuine interest in the bizarre sex interests of her clients, which went a long way to making me feel easy. She role played twice for me.  The first session, she acted out a bathroom denial scenario, in my hotel room.  The second time, we got more daring and went out and about with a another pee desperation scenario.  Both were well executed.  

I then used another provider and the experince was a bit more seedy.  It was a hotel of her choosing and it was a hotel that, apparently allowed for a lot of this business to occur on its premises.  Be that as it may.  She dressed as I instructed and played out the scenario. She was a good player, but not quite into it as the other provider.  

I had other experiences with providers in other parts of the US.  Some for non-pee encounters and some were tangential, such as a usual session with an ability to watch her pee in the toilet thrown in.  

In the end, for what I seek, it is challenging to use an escort.  Even in the best experince, it all felt, well unspontaneous as it was unspontaneous. 

So, ever seeking an outlet, I  commissioned a video, with the actress acting out a scenario.  That was vastly successful.  I was able to arrange her to wear what I wanted her to wear and act out the scenario.  In many ways, for what I sought, this does seem to be preferable over escorts.  Seeing that I like desperation, it does lead to a more believable experince, and there is far less awkwardness and a better suspension of disbelief. However, i am also not physically there, which is a draw back.  

Very good topic.  I hope I added good perspective.  

When I was in pre-school, a girl, the same age as I, would frequently play with me and another boy.  I came to know, later in life, that she had a bed wetting problem, but I did not know it at the time.  What did occur is that she would often, in our presence, pee in front of us.  She then proceeded to encourage us to play "doctor."  I would certainly say this sexualized pee activities for me.  I have no idea what motivated her and often wondered about that.  

This is a story about pee desperation of a woman and how she uses her desperation to tease and the after affects that tease then causes.

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 wearing the dress I liked, which revealed a healthy amount of cleavage and came to slightly above the knee. You wore knee lengthy boots, and underneath 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 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 re-crossed your legs and did some discreet squirming. You maintained a very discreet manner and only you and I knew 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.

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 re-cross 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 were 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 in a manner that did not draw undue attention, I am 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.

I am surprised that it is so difficult to find a like minded person with whom to share.  Yes, forums like this allow us to share with like minded people, and that is a blessing.  However, if you actually wish to meet someone, there really is not much out there to assist in matching.  

In my own experience, finding a like minded person has been both a blessing, a rarity, and not planned.  It is hard to explore with the uninitiated, and the results are mixed.  I have never started a relationship, much less an encounter, based on this fetish.  I have sometimes, and not always, arrived at a revealing moment, which is always fraught with acceptance anxiety.  On the plus side, no one has reacted with disgust.  However, very few have fully embraced it.  My ex-wife did, and I always appreciated that, despite the other shortcomings of the relationship.  Her enjoyment probably exceeded mine (particularly full bladder orgasms).  A few other relationships or encounters revealed an interest, but it was like winning a lottery ticket. Most just dismiss it as my quirk and leave me wondering how one ever finds these people.

On 9/30/2020 at 11:28 PM, Sweets said:

Every time I have peed somewhere I’m not supposed to.  It always ends in an orgasm.   It turns me on so much.  Most of the time I make my self cum where I have peed. Sometimes I wait if I plan on peeing a couple times in naughty places. I love the feel of my pussy right after a pee using it to help with lubricant 

Is it the naughtiness of the act, or is it that your full bladder caused you to get horny?  Or is it both?

It just dawned on me that while I have participated, I never posted an introduction.  Sorry, how thoughtless of me.  

I am from the Northeast US, bordering Quebec, Canada.  

I love watching  woman who are experincing pee desperation and those who naughty pee, especially due to desperation.  Wetting, as a result of desperation, is also logically connected.   That said, and this is often an apparent contradiction, I do not wish them to be in pain or be embarrassed unless they wish to be.  It is paramount that they have pleasure, or it is not pleasurable to me.  

I have a particular interest in desperation and the connection with orgasms with women.  I have noticed a definite link with some partners and feel it is an orgasm enhancer to most who are open to the possibilities. I love pleasuring woman and love it when I can create an out of mind and body experience.  The tension created in holding a pee desperation, I have observed and believe, can go a long way to creating that ultimate orgasm.  

Interested in sharing others experiences.  

A belated welcome.  Look forward to you sharing your desperation experiences.

Welcome and I do hope you enjoy your experince here.  I am especially interested in your thoughts about peeing and orgasms.  I agree that both are very much linked and I share your surprise that the greater population does not seem to acknowledge the connection.  

Welcome and I hope you enjoy it here.  

Welcome and I do hope you enjoy your experince here

On 8/12/2020 at 9:38 AM, Alfresco said:

I highlighted it to make it easier to read.  Changes to white on blue.

However, apart from that minor issue, it was an excellent story with a few unexpected turns. Thanks @navesink01

Thank you for the assist regarding white on blue.  I had written this story on another site and wished to share it here as well.  The cut and paste was not so easy.  

On 8/16/2020 at 2:47 AM, Sweets said:

That was a very nice story which I would love to find myself in.   Thanks for the wonderful orgasm 😈😈😘

Glad it gave you pleasure.

I wish that peeingcupid were real.  I would definitely spend the money to find someone with like interests.  Unfortunately, there seems to be a real gap between a need and an actual site that fulfills that need.

I wish there was a good venue to find someone with the same interest that actually was located nearby.  I would say the best site is fetlife, but is is impossible to search by both fetish and geography to find someone.  It is one or the other and it is a bit maddening.  One is left doing exhaustive searches that amount to finding a needle is a haystack.  

Even better is to have a Tinder, or Match type of site that caters to fetishes.  I have not found any such site and would gladly pay a subscription if there were.  

I am interested and will be there this week.

I did some web surfing and found that it is a pretty common for woman to feel aroused with a full or nearly full bladder. There are a couple of web sites that even described the physical reasons this may be so.

Was this from my post??

I don't think it was your post.