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.

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 very short, slender woman. It surprised me a bit, although I know from experience that small people can also pee long and hard.

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'm caught pissing, I can pretend to tie my shoelace or look for something in the grass. When a man peeing, he is clearly visible and no one doubts what he is doing.

On 7/29/2022 at 2:29 PM, Sexismygod said:

Very interesting story.  I'm curious about one aspect, if you're willing, and that's how this memory became associated with both pee and sexuality.  It could so easily have turned into a very negative encounter that might have resulted in similarly negative thoughts about peeing.

One early point of my own fetish journey was seeing my female cousin go to pee behind a tree whilst playing outdoors (we were.  I don't think my brain ever stopped wondering what happened behind the tree and it got wrapped up in my sexual identity.  Being a boy, this experience defined another part of the mystery and allure of girls.  Have you ever thought about how or why your experience shifted from a strange encounter to being part of your own sexuality?

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 saw a peeing man, he was usually drunk and did not evoke good associations in me. I like strong, healthy and elegant men, that's why I prefer pissing women, although I prefer sex with a man 😉

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 quickly to the older girls' toilet. There was no line in their toilet, but one of the girls, probably from the oldest class (she was very tall), looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at me and said that this is not a toilet for little girls, but for ladies. I replied (dancing the pee dance) that I wanted to pee badly and ours was busy and went to the first available booth. Before I sat down, she entered the adjoining cubicle. I started to pee quickly, and when I was finished, I heard a voice above me:
 -You wanted to pee so badly, and you finished it so quickly?
I got so scared that I screamed. It turned out that the older girl stood on the toilet and watched me from above over the partition between the cabins. She didn't get over my squeal, but she stopped peeking at me and sat down on her toilet and continued talking.
 -I heard very little you pissing. You didn't have to come here at all. You probably wanted to show off to your friends that you would use the older girls' toilet.
I was sitting on my toilet and I didn't even get up to wipe myself because I was afraid he would start peeping at me again. Then she started to pee. Its stream was very strong and it hit the water surface. For a moment, I even wondered if it was a peeing sound, because it was very loud, but I could also hear a hiss (I pissed without hissing in that period of my life). I've never heard of a piss like this before. I didn't time how long she pissed, but I thought it was a very long time, because my pissing at that time probably never lasted longer than 10 seconds. When she finished she said:
-Why are you not leaving yet? Did you want to hear a peeing lady? and she laughed.
I left the cabin in line with her, but then she didn't say anything to me anymore, just sneered at me. I was scared and ran away quickly. I felt humiliated. Not only did I look like a liar, but I also felt very small and weak. I perceived this girl's strong pissing as a demonstration of her advantage over me.
That day, I didn't think about anything other than that pissing story. All the time I had in my ears the words of this girl and the sound of her pissing, and the expression on her face as she left the booth. 
I saw this girl a few more times. She smiled and sometimes whispered something to her friends. I felt bad about it because I thought she had told them the story and they were laughing at me.  When I became older, pissing was clearly associated with sex. I think that's how my fetish started.
I have not told this story to anyone, but here I am anonymous and I can confide in you. You only know my gender and age range. And what do my toes look like 😉
You can ask me questions related to this story. If I don't like them, I won't answer.

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.