Chrissy89

Myself and N had a child free night tonight, Yaaay.  I had made the causal suggestion to him last week after another of my fellow PeeFans - the lovely @Kuparhas a wee weekly date night with his misses - of course I kept my presence on here a complete secret. 

He agreed and we had a nice early meal out at a local favourite of ours with a few drinks after it, followed by a walk home, holding hands, laughing and joking through the lit streets under a gorgeous clear and cold night. 

One of the things I’ve always wanted to do is learn to play the drums. I’m a keen musician who plays piano and dabbles a wee bit in guitar. N is also a keen musician who plays guitar and drums so I thought it would be a fun idea to get on the electric kit and he could show me a few things. I’m always tapping away when I listen to music so I know I have a good sense of rhythm. 

At home, as we were just about to start playing, he gestured me to sit on his legs so he could show me the feet work, ok I thought and I popped my bum on his legs, surprising myself that the stool could hold us both! As we got playing I soon got bobbing up and down with the movements of our feet in sync which in turn made N quite aroused as I felt his erection under the cheeks of my bum appear through his jeans. It didn’t take long before drumming stopped and other ideas popped into our heads. Before you know it I had spun around on his lap to face him, my legs now straddling his thighs, gazing into each others eyes, the warmth of his breath steaming up my glasses.  He picked me up (don’t know how lol) and carried me over to our lounge. Feeling rather creatively naughty, I decided I wanted to take things to the next level and introduce a source of permanent attachment to one another…as I had some plans! 

I ran up stairs to get a pair of barely used handcuffs from our cupboard which I strapped N’s left hand to my right hand, watching the big smile appear on his face. From this moment my brain flew widely into overdrive! Since coming home I hadn’t peed yet, it was a good half hour walk from the restaurant through the chilly night so somewhere amongst the chaos of feelings I did a need.  A bright light came on in my head as if I had opened my eyes for the first time ever. Sinking into our couch I was exhausting all my energy into kissing my man on the lips, over and over again, my left hand now up his shirt pulling his chest hair. The moment at which to make my move was getting closer; I was becoming both more aroused and more nervous at the same time.  My palms were sweaty and my breath was short. I could feel my heart pounding trying to smash through my chest.  I took my hand out and ran it up his head, making a move with my face closer to his ear…. “I need to pee” I whispered.  I had a split second panic - this was either going to kill the moment that we were sharing or it was going to be fine.  There was a pause and then a movement from N, who had now shuffled towards the edge of the couch still very much engrossed in the smell of the perfume on my neck. To my surprise he said “let’s go then”.  Did I just hear that right!? My non-pee fun boyfriend was now agreeing to come to the toilet with me?  Okaaaay! 

I started moving towards the door, forcing N to come with me as he was still somewhat attached. Realising the opportunity that I was now faced with, my legs were now shaking making me wobble on my feet.  On the short walk to our downstairs loo I seriously thought I was going to pass out.  There was a few stops at the various doorways to ensure the moment didn’t die, kissing N on the lips and teasing him with my hand. 

We arrived at our downstairs loo, still very much enveloped in each other, I threw my left hand back to nudge the door open, fingers then fumbling about on the wall for the shape of the light switch. I reversed in with my man following whilst struggling to undo the button on my jeans one-handed.  As the back of my legs touched the toilet, the reassuring hand of N came down to assist me with my efforts in removing my trousers.  He got the button undone and my jeans fell straight to the floor. In that moment, I felt the cold sweat on his palms against my bare leg - I wasn’t the only one nervous. I looked at him and gave him a reassuring smile as I took my right hand which was coupled to his left hand and slid his fingers beneath the waistline of my green pants.  We slid them down together to the middle of my thighs and then I lowered myself slowly onto the seat lifting my long cardigan out the way still unable to stop kissing. 

Unsure if I was going to be able to pee or not in this moment I leaned forward and closed the gap in my thighs over. N was now on his knees in front of me, his upper body lunging forward to kiss me.  

I felt like I was sitting on the seat for hours before I finally heard a few dribbles splash beneath me. I took my lips away from N’s to focus. In doing so, the drops came to a stop and a large hiss quickly filled the void of the eery silence. I smiled, looking at N. He had now turned his head and was staring at the wall to allow me to do what I needed.  His hands were respectfully clasping my own on top of my legs. 

After a few moments my stream had slowed to a loud trickle, gracefully splashing into the water below. 

I removed N’s hand from the top of my left hand to reach round and grab some toilet roll.  After I got some I passed it to my right, gently folding it in half as I done so. 

I was now in position to undertake something that I had always dreamed about doing….

With the toilet roll in the palm of my moist and and shaking right hand I took N’s left hand, loosened off the chain on the cuff by sliding up his wrist slightly and placed his hand under mine, my gentle smile giving his nervous looks some ease. 

I opened my legs slightly and leaned back allowing our hands to slip where no two hands have been before… 

As I pushed the toilet roll towards my bum it was clear that the small piece I had wasn’t going to be enough…all of my arousal plus a large pee, but i had no intention of letting it stop me from enjoying this moment. As I reached as far back as I comfortably could I let go of the toilet roll and stood up grabbing some more, the upward motion of my body raised N to his feet.  Standing up I lunged into N’s chest, giving him a massive hug. I then stepped back and used the 2nd piece of toilet roll to give round my legs a little dry.  Not even caring about pulling up my underwear and with my jeans at my ankles we tumbled onto the cold tiled floor and properly finished what we had started on the stool of the drum kit with such innocence with me feeling somewhat amused at my accomplishment and enjoying it perhaps a little more (ok… fine…a lot more) than I would have if we hadn’t done what has now become the single hottest experience ever! 

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Update:  After it, I found out N still wasn’t overly turned on by me peeing! What is up with that man!? 😂😂 He was more loving being restrained to my wrist and for the spontaneity of it all.  He’s a weirdo… but he’s my weirdo and I love him! ❤️

In Scotland it’s January 25th - Burns night, where we pay tribute to Robert Burns our most loved and treasured Poet. 

as a little tribute to this, I’ve (badly) had a go at my own little poem, pee themed of course in the style of burns!

I do apologise for those who don’t speak or understand Scot’s… I can translate if you wish 

Tae a Pish! (by Chrissy)

A puddle eh pish apun the flair, a dirty white seat aw covered in hair. It isn’y fair for a lass like me, who disn’y like squatting o’er her chair.  

I needed tae pish s’bad ye see, so I ta’en a deep breath an’ thought o’ the sea.  I pu’ed doon ma troosers just past the knee and spread ma legs wide until I felt free. 

I hunkered doon, o’er the chair, didn’y want’ae look, didn’y want’ae care.  At first a few draps fell in’tae the watter, “no bad I thought” and then came the spatter…. Ma stream had turn’d ta’ an almighty gush - too feert ta’ move but boay what a rush! 

The relief I felt was like nae ‘ther. Ma thighs were damp and my hair was a aw o’er.

When it came t’an en’ I wasn’y the same!

Whit a mess there was t’ be made!

In the distance I saw a wee moose come in, as I was pulling up ma troosers. 

“Hullo there wee beastie, ‘mon in, dinny min’ me, and watch ye don’t skite oan the flair” 

I bent doon, picked up my hawf bottle - tae a moose? i thought - nah! Tae a pish! T’is burns’ night ‘fter a’

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