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33 minutes ago, peequed said:

As a woman, I think it'd be hot if a guy I was talking to casually whipped it out and started peeing.

I used to do that all the time in my hard partying teens and twenties. Not sober, mind you. But all bets were off if I was hammered. As I started advancing into my 30s it wasn't as tolerated. Now I only do it front of women who I know well. 

On 11/12/2023 at 2:22 PM, busbus said:

As a female lorry driver (well sometime) i can assure you that most of us will pee in public too but their not many off us, some days i will make 6-8 layby stops

The way you worded that cracked me up. It almost looked like you were saying you were a female sometimes. While other times you were male lorry driver. 

Welcome aboard, neighbor!

On 11/11/2023 at 5:13 PM, Bacardi said:

I'd warn myself that my boyfriend at the time was a piece of shit and to not tell him about our fetish to stop us from being humiliated about it. 

 

And just like that, I revisit my most ill advised decision in the history of having this fetish. I would inform younger, no self confidence having, but actually more attractive than I was aware of, me, that she's not the freak she's pretending to be. Furthermore, she will kink shame and threaten you with this information and hold it over your head for years to come. 

The other thing I regret is not being bolder in certain situations. Like before I started drinking I was horribly timid. And as a consequence, I missed many potential opportunities to witness and or participate in various urine based antics

After I became a drunk, I also became super bold. Mind you, this was when I was still young enough to get away with it. But if I was talking to a girl at a party and I had to pee, I would playfully ask her to come with me, almost as if I were another girl. Not to the bathroom inside, but if I were going to go outside. I would explain that I hate stopping conversations to pee, and clarify that I'm not expecting her to join me. However, about half the time the girl I was with would feel emboldened and join me. Sadly, I'd been drinking for a few years before I figured out that trick. So I would explain all the missed opportunities that young me would now get to take advantage of. 

On 10/10/2023 at 11:00 PM, wheudhwbhsije said:

My ex told me he wanted to feel me pee in the pool. Said he liked feeling the warmth come out. This was long before I disclosed my kink. When I did tell him, he claimed he didn’t have one. Although, I kinda feel like he did. Has anyone ever experienced this?

I think it's possible to be into peeing without having a pee fetish. Some people are just sexual omnivores who are open to whatever. Were you and your ex in the pool when he made the request? A friend once told me that whenever she showered with her husband she just HAD to pee on his leg. It was just like this random naughty urge. And while I don't think she has a pee fetish, I do think it's a turn-on. If that makes sense?

That was my suspicion as well. I'm sure they have sound in their original forms. But I don't know where to find them!

No, I watch and fidget with them enough to make certain if  there's sound that I'll find it. Diminishing attention spans will be the death of us all. Therefore, I work very hard not to swipe until I know what I'm rejecting (which, as someone with ADHD takes Herculean levels of self-discipline). 

18 hours ago, Alfresco said:

And she was left with the biggest disappointment having plucked up the courage to ask,  and found someone willing, the opportunity was taken away from her and she probably spent the rest of the day feeling cheated.   You probably did too!

I've been aimed before, by intimate partners. I'm sure it would have been enjoyable. Especially since I've only ever been aimed at a toilet. Moreover, the idea of not worrying about what my stream hits was definitely appealing. But honestly, I was much more disappointed for her than for me. I was the first guy she ever asked and I agreed without a second of hesitation. I don't think she was expecting my immediate compliance. I hope someone else gives that opportunity someday. 

Why are so many people posting pee videos without sound? This is seriously bumming me out. Sound is a huge component of my arousal. To me, all these silent videos are basically like watching pixilated porn.

18 hours ago, toseepee said:

This is why I only piss on books I love or wholeheartedly agree with.

I appreciate your positivity!

11 hours ago, goldenguy said:

The bible then 😆

No, because whatever philosophical disagreements I have with the texts will not be solved by their defilement. Moreover, it would likely be interpreted as a personal attack on a substantial number of truly honest, compassionate, people. I have no interest in upsetting people who harbor no malice towards me.  

21 hours ago, Horse_water said:

Same, have a almost religious feeling for books. I don't think I'd even pee on an "evil book" destroying something because you find it scary just gives it more power and evil un-named is not erased just harder to combat.

As someone who abhors censorship, I completely agree. I was thinking more like a book that personally wronged you. Like the book on how to apply corporal punishment that was read aloud when you were abused. Or the book written by your former cult leader after your deprogramming. 

On 9/26/2023 at 12:30 AM, Carb0nBased said:

I think most kinds of fetish dating skew heavily male, except maybe in the BDSM scene, where everyone is kinky (and many are into more extreme things than pee). I think pee dating has to happen in one of a few ways. One way is people on a forum such as this one start talking and get to know each other, and then agreeing to meet. Unfortunately most of the women here seem to already be in relationships, though I'd imagine there are a few who are single. Another way is if there were pee-related real-life meetups, that start with many people in attendance rather than one on one. Then people might pair up and do some things together--though this seems to be most suited for the "hookup" type pee encounter, unless there's specifically a setting there that's geared towards a more "tame" experience. I'd personally find it weird to start dating (as in, seeking a relationship) with someone after openly peeing together in some kind of pee oriented party. It's kind of backwards, going straight to sharing something so intimate and then being back at actually getting to know someone. The third way is to meet through completely non-pee-related settings, and then bring it up once you're already dating, possibly after dropping a bunch of hints.

The internet has accelerated culture in both positive and negative ways, especially since the birth of social media. One of the major changes, at least in American society, is how much more open people under a certain age are about sharing what used to be extremely private.

For example, the #pissonthefloor trend on tiktok had scores of perfectly normal young women videoing one another gleefully pissing on floors. Then posting them for the world to see! Sure, the more explicit videos would blur over any exposed genitalia. Still, what does that matter when all-American girl next door types are posting videos showing themselves not just urinating outside of restrooms, but on the floors of homes, schools, restaurants, etc. 

I think this fetish could be made nearly acceptable if a small group of influential celebrities, all within a span of a few years admitted to enjoying certain aspects of it. At first, they would have to be young, attractive, and female. There could be a few males but they would have to be too young+feminine/androgynous to be perceived as predatory, what's most important is that they are very attractive. They would then have to be very candid about their devious urination practices and speak about them as if they were completely normal and always have been. From there, a number of young people without pee fetishes would integrate them into their sexual repertoire to prove they were cool. Eventually it would taper off and the natural pee fetishists would be able to bring it up on second dates like the normalization of anal that started in the 2010s. 

Great question! In terms of description, women say pee and men say piss. At least in my experience. 

In terms of sound? Women piss and men pee. 

On 9/23/2023 at 12:19 PM, Horse_water said:

It is an annoying fetish to have.

I have it tied up with exhibitionism and public pissing with a naughty bent. I also have the trouble of having this be the one area of bi-sexuality I have. I will see a girl popping a squat or a guy pissing on a wall and I will have to focus to not take my cock out and start stroking it. I will go about my day and every time in in  a parking lot or stairwell I want to piss in it. Hell every time I'm on a tall structure I think about pissing all over it. If I start dating somebody I go out of my way to make sure they see me pissing early on. Honestly this is all a pain in the ass. Sure I enjoy it but I did not set out to be this way.  I have avoided piss stuff in the past hoping it would go away but it never did and if anything I am more into it now.

This is the part where I wish there was an emoji for "I couldn't possibly agree more."

38 minutes ago, LadyP said:

Maybe pee in your trash can? When I was in college my dorm room had a sink. Guess where I peed most of the time....

That reminds me of a night I spent at a friend's dorm after a party. I realized I had to pee but I didn't want to get dressed and go down the hall. "Can I piss in your sink?" I asked, joking. 

"Go ahead. I do it all the time." 

"Seriously?" I answered, hoping the hard-on that emerged from her answer wouldn't prevent me from emptying my bladder. 

"Seriously. Just make sure you rinse it out when you're done."

"So, does your roommate know you piss in the sink?" I asked as I tried aiming for the drain in the dark. 

"I hope not." She answered with a slight laugh. 

Her roommate was a studious nerdy type, who I couldn't imagine would approve of sink urination. Though in retrospect I wouldn't be surprised if she did either. 

After I finished, she and I continued fooling around until we were both too tired to stay up. Meanwhile, I was hoping with all my might that she would get up and piss in the sink at some point. But alas, it was not to be. 

The next morning as we tumbled out of her tiny bunk we noticed her roommate asleep in the top bunk. She had been there the whole time! 

On 8/31/2023 at 9:07 AM, wetladuk said:

Wow interesting haha, does anyone have any of these photos still?

I think I still have that one on a floppy 💾 disk somewhere. Unfortunately, I have nothing to view it or share it on.

14 hours ago, Emilaze said:

Wasn't she scared of falling off?

No. But I was. I used to get really close to her so I could grab her, or she could grab me if she started to fall. I think it helped that she would lean forward with her arms bracing the window frame. In my window she was over the side of the house. But in her window (which was across the room) there was a flat roof  about two feet below her. 

I saw a video on YouTube of 3 girls peeing on the statue. It was in Chinese and didn't have many views. One is pretty explicit with a thick powerful stream. 

On 8/20/2023 at 10:23 AM, sd91 said:

This afternoon I revisited this spot...

It's been a lovely sunny Sunday, wearing my flirty floral sundress and my roman sandals, with the plan of another brunch with friends. However, this time I'd gone commando, anticipating the opportunity for a public wee. I had a glass of berocca before I left as well to add to the fun.

Three mimosas deep and zero wee breaks, I say goodbye to my friends. The familiar alleyway from that winter day was close by. A smirk played on my lips as I remembered that frosty morning. I already felt the desperate need to relieve myself, the pressure building rapidly. My bare pussy, concealed only by the light fabric of the dress, felt a tingling mix of excitement and urgency.

Getting into the alleyway and into the alcove, I hastily lifted my sundress, revealing my ginger-fringed snatch to the world. Squatting was as easy as lifting up my relatively short dress and assuming the position taking a moment to glance at my exposed vagina, my labia slightly parted. Before I knew it, a mighty torrent erupted from my pee hole, shot out with such force that it hissed audibly as it left my body, spraying the dry paving slabs beneath. I let out a rather large sigh of relief.

Thanks to the Berocca, the stream was a vivid and fluorescent, a bold yellow bordering on orange. The pavement beneath got painted with an electric hue, creating a stark contrast to its bland grey. The aroma emerged, a hint of sweet and citrus along with the typical damp and pungent smell. God I love the smell of my piss, and its all the sweeter when I'm pissing outside someones home, my bum pressed against their wall.

The once silent alley echoed with the audacious sound of my urine forcefully striking the now wettened slabs. I forgot to check whether their windows were open before I started!  I glanced over and saw the window was open on the latch but the curtain were drawn. Slightly nervous I squeeze a bit harder and my stream jets a little further forward.

Reveling in the naughty thrill, I played around just like before. Spreading my labia apart with an upside down v shape, I was amused to see how my stream divided, shooting off in multiple directions. I watched with delight as my urine puddled, the light catching the bright yellowness and formed rivulets across the alleyway.

It felt like an eternity but was only around 20 seconds before I began to taper off. A few forceful spurts, a dribble, and then the final drops marking the end of my bold exhibition.

I was sodden down there, with wee dripping off my labia and the bottom of my thighs, I realised I hadn't got a tissue out because I was too busy playing with my stream. Not wanting to stick around while I did, I had to improvise. Giving a small shake with my hand around my pubic area, I tried to get as much off as I could, but the wetness lingered. With a sigh, I decided to let the summer air do the job of drying my pussy and stood right back up as my dress falls into place.

As I stood and looked at the aftermath of my little escapade, I couldn’t help but marvel at the scene. The once dry alley was now adorned with a shimmering puddle, the bright yellow of my urine contrasting starkly with the darkened wet patches that radiated outward. The strong scent of my piss lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the act I'd just committed. As I walked away I noticed what seemed to me to be a dry urine stain on the wall of the bungalow. They must get this a lot, I thought...

Your ability to paint pictures with words is a real gift. 

Yes! I used to have this apartment with a balcony with wooden? Uh, slats maybe? I don't know what they're called. But the balcony had wood up to about belly button height with an inch of space between each board. One night I came home quite drunk during a warm summer shower. It must have been somewhere around 3 or 4 in the morning and so the neighbors were all asleep. I whipped off my wet clothes and stepped out on to the balcony all buck naked and free and pissed triumphantly into the air. After that I often pissed from my balcony if it were raining and quite late at night. Still, nothing could compare to that first time. God, my life used to be so much better. 

Yes, I do enjoy a good window piss every now and again. Back in my younger days I lived in two different houses with ideal piss windows. In both cases the windows were screenless and set at about mid-thigh height or basically urinal height. The first one faced a bunch of trees and a vacant lot, which was nice because I could pee out the window any time of the day. I often peed out that window in the morning as we had 5 people and one bathroom. The second one I really liked because it was in an attic room and it swung open. Unfortunately, it was directly across from my dickhead neighbors' office. Sometimes I'd pop the window open to see him at his desk, so I would refrain for I did not wish to have a hassle with the local constabulary.