Keri

During the winter, I peed on the grass near the house several times (we had almost no snow this winter). When the grass started growing in spring, I was very surprised. The grass was much higher where I peed. The grass further in the photo was not mowed, and the one closer was watered only in winter with my pee.

For me, pissing into the container is not a problem. Maybe because it can be done at home and the sample is brought to the laboratory. I always keep the container in my purse and the people in the waiting room don't see it. There are other people's pee in the lab, but it is not known which pee is whose. It is a bit more difficult in the hospital, because peeing is not going to happen, only the nurse comes to the ward to get it. Fortunately, I didn't have any medical conditions that would make it difficult for me to pee. Peeing into a container is not exciting for me, but I enjoy watching other

It may sound strange, but I would be very happy if you did. I feel you are a person who understands me. Have you read my posts on other topics?

In my childhood, when I was humiliated by someone, or I felt that I had lost in pissing with another girl in the next booth at school, then I pissed on plants near my house and wanted them to wither (this is how I reacted). Usually it was nettles or grass. These plants, however, never withered, and often grew even better. Back then, my pee was very tender and light in color, almost like water. Now that the nettle has dried after four pisses, my pee now feels like it's very toxic.

This confirms the text I wrote earlier that your pee is as toxic as mine. I once posted a photo of nettles which I pissed twice and dark spots started to appear on them. Then I did the test and pissed on them twice more. After a total of four pisses, one of the nettles had dried completely, and several others had dark spots on the edges of the leaves. I think we are similar to each other.

I can see your pee is similar to mine. I recently published photos of plants that I peed 2 times. Black spots began to appear on their leaves. I think if I pissed them twice more, they would be completely withered.

This is a short story from yesterday. I was at the beach by the lake when I wanted to pee. I know there are no contraindications for peeing in the water, but I go to the toilet to listen to other people's pissing. While I was in the cabin, someone entered the adjoining cabin. I didn't know if it was a woman or a man because the toilet was unisex. After a while I heard someone peeing very hard. You could hear the stream hitting the water and it took quite a long time. When I heard that the door in the neighboring cabin opened, I also stepped out of mine to see this person. It turned out to be a

Thank you. You are very nice. I also read your entries and look at your photos. I am impressed with your standing pissing skills. I can't do that.

What is beautiful about this forum is that we come from all walks of life and we can exchange our thoughts on pissing habits. In my environment, women are more ashamed of pissing in public, but they talk about pissing, also in front of men. I remember when on school trips the coach stopped in the woods and the boys were going to pee on one side of the road, and the girls on the other. We all pissed outdoors. No one in our place teaches anyone that you only pee in the toilet. Sometimes with a vagina it's easier to find a place to pee because you can hide behind a bush or behind a car. Plus, if

I see that there are more people here whose interest in pissing started in childhood, I think that's when we experience everything more strongly and that is why it leaves a mark on us. At first, other people's pissing was bad for me, and it reminded me of an unpleasant first-class incident. When someone hurt me, I imagined that I was a giantess, I pissed at him in a large stream from above and masturbated. As I started puberty (around age 11), the pissing started to turn me on. I liked to listen and watch someone pee hard. They were usually women, because men didn't piss in front of me. When I

I have had many such situations and they were nicer than the one I described. I will try to share them.

It's not bad so far. I was surprised by my popularity.

Maybe she already had such a fetish then, but mine didn't show up until a few years later. It was a dramatic experience for me at that time. There was no point in challenging me then. She was twice my size and my bladder was probably twice as big. Back then, her pissing felt very strong to me, but that's because I was very little. Today, maybe I would consider she peeing like the average adult woman. Now this situation is exciting for me and I would love to pee along with her.

Thank you. You are very nice. I also like my toes, I like to peek at other people's feet.

Rather, she could not demonstrate the full bladder capacity because she could not prepare herself. She certainly didn't have a full bladder, because she wouldn't be looking in the mirror, she just walked into the cabin.

Probably only men can do that.

Let me start with the story that started my fetish. Even though it was a long time ago, I remembered it well because it made a great impression on me. It was still at the beginning of primary school (7 years old). In my school, younger children entered through a different entrance than the older ones and had separate toilets, but it was possible to walk from one part to the other inside the building. One day I wanted to pee a lot, and there was a line to the women's toilet (in my childhood I couldn't hold back peeing for a long time), and I wouldn't have entered the men's room. So I ran quickl

Thank you for your kind welcome. I have read a lot of the posts in this forum and haven't really seen anyone laughing at the spelling. In fact, I am more concerned about being misunderstood. My English is only as good as the translator I use 😉

I wanted to say hi to everyone. I am new here, although I have been reading various threads from this forum for a long time, but due to my shyness, I did not create an account. I am happy to share my experiences. Don't laugh when I make linguistic mistakes. I don't know English well - I use an interpreter.