Takashi96

I'm all about trying to unlock the psychology behind this condition! And your situation is especially fascinating because it brings up a sort of "chicken or the egg" question. Was your interest in pee laying dormant already and then "unlocked" by your friend? Or did her pee based antics rewire your developing brain? If you hadn't been friends with her as a kid do you think it might have emerged through a different circumstance? Do you think if you hadn't been friends with her that it might not have developed at all? And then there's your friend who may or may not have develope

Thanks for sharing your stories. I really enjoy reading true accounts of different users various experiences. I'd love to read more!

Welcome aboard, Jetstream!

I didn't take it as you trying to disprove my point. I should have been more specific. I believe the reason your generation is more open to sharing your fetishes is because you've grown up with access to knowledge of the world outside your community. And while I'm sure it's still no picnic growing up not cis/het/straight in small town America, I imagine it's helpful being able to research what it is your going through. And thus be able to confirm that you're not the first (and only) kid who ever felt certain urges out of step with the normies around you. It's impossible to describe that

I love this question! It appeals to the historical part of my fetish. I have wondered this too. Like in prehistoric times did people have favored pee spots near the cave? Did they pee in the cave if it was too cold out? Or did they worry about the smell building up over time?

I adore this post! You did a fantastic job of invoking the ambience of romance between you and your man. It was genuinely heartwarming.

That's because your generation grew up online. The differences between your generation and every previous pre-internet generation is night and day. Among my friends with teenagers, the ones with non-binary kids outnumbers those with cis kids. In contrast, when we were growing up just being gay was a scandal. You post internet kids will never know about woods porn.

There's nothing to apologize for. I just wanted make it easier for you to find what you're interested in. You're welcome for the welcome!

You should know you're in the top 5.

By voyeurism, do you mean watched by a voyeur? Because it sounds more like you're into exhibitionism. You'll find all the stuff you've listed off has been done by, or is a mutual interest of the various members of this forum. Myself included. Welcome!

I love this question! It brings up a phenomenon I noticed a few years ago when I was watching some vintage porn. I love vintage porn. But one of things that was really strange about it in the beginning was how there was no consistent beauty standard for getting work or becoming popular. Most of the talent in those films were sort of average looking people. However, they, along with a handful of beautiful people, and a handful of less attractive looking people were willing to fuck on camera. And it's fascinating to watch people fuck who probably wouldn't fuck off camera. Still, I don't think a

I think I heard something about peeing outside being good for plants because there's a phosphorus shortage.

I'm happy to hear that you have awesome parents. Even if it means you weren't raised by wolves.

At that point in my existence I had only seen brief glimpses of female genitalia in the porn mags of others. I'd never seen a girl's secret source of urination. And I'd heard conflicting reports on how their streams exited their complicated nether regions. Furthermore, I had only the vaguest idea of how they peed without a toilet. I'd heard there was squatting involved, though most the girls I knew would avoid it at all costs. I used to wonder if any girl had ever successfully peed upright? The fantasy of seeing it performed successfully overwhelmed me. Had we been classmates, and I witnessed

The struggle is real. My days of the high pressure arcs, once affectionately referred to as "the rooster tail" from a super foxy Mexican drinking companion (with a cinema worthy accent) have long since passed.

I seemed to recall reading somewhere that the group took off just shy of graduation? Not that it matters. Mick should be embroidered on to the school crest at this point. I mean, clearly he absorbed the lessons. I understood what you meant and found it quite endearing. I imagine he's proud of you for transcending the limitations of a working class accent. As a lower class git (see I know your slang) I'm well aware of the differences in perception accents can have on people.

Wow, that's fascinating! As a westerner the idea that they would know each other's kinks and find kinks normal just seems inconceivable to me. To me that really highlights the difference between east and west. The big 3 Abrahamic faiths have contributed so much guilt and shame to the west. Sexual hangups are just baked into our cultures. This was in the United States in the midwest. As for "Julie" from the story. I don't think anyone suspected it was a kink. It was viewed more like she was edgy. She was that girl who would piss anywhere anytime because she did not give a fuck. The incid

My stream is perfectly manageable. It's just that the first and (especially) last few drops are less eager to comply. Furthermore, I must disagree you on the predictability factor. I assure you I can predict precisely where my first and last drops are going every time. And that's on the floor.

I never claimed it was fun.

Not an enormous fan. But if the mood calls for it. And yes, Marr is brilliant. Well beyond the Smiths. Manchester is one of the greatest music towns in the history of pop. So much talent in one city. It's astounding really.

Have you considered removing it from your trousers first?

Frasier? That's the Smiths, lad. Besides, I'm from the Manchester of America.

I love that you peed in the same spot on the way home! There's something special about returning to the same spot at the end of the night. It's like the end credits of your adventure. I could totally imagine the anticipation as you approached the tree for the second time. And the excitement of that second release.

That's so funny. I remember when I was first becoming sexually aware. I was so confused by everything going on internally, and I had this exhibitionist period. Whenever I was at a field party I would feel compelled to turn my back and piss wherever I stood. I couldn't understand why, but I desperately wanted a girl to watch me. I would piss hard and exhale dramatically, hoping they would peak over my shoulder, or aim me, or ask if they could watch me. I would fantasize that they returned to my spot later, when no one was around and squat over my puddle. It made me feel like such a perverted fr

That's the one. Damn, it's lost none of its power over me. I wonder if she has any idea what she did to us? That photo made me cum so hard, so many times, that the church put a hit out on me.