Peeingpostie

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When I was a kid, there were a few abandoned farmhouses an easy bike ride away. Me and my friends, male and female, would explore, and we'd pee in them; in our minds peeing in a house, even an abandoned one, seemed like a huge taboo thing. There were even some sofas and beds in them, and they got soaked many times! It was all about just how nasty we were being!

Warning, slow build here. So about 20 years ago I had a contract job with the local museum, helping them put their warehouse collection index online. Basically do a short index card type writeup for each item, then repeat all day every day. We didn't even have internet access; everything went onto floppies which went up to the main building to be uploaded. There were two of us assigned to this. The actual museum employee worked 8-4, while my shift ran 9-5. The deal with that was I would lock the doors at 4 and stay late while the janitor did the cleaning, then let us out whene

The fantasy girl of my adolescence, Roberta Smallwood!

For myself, it would be just pissing myself while I'm out on the riding mower. Takes too much time to trundle all the way back to the house, and I'm close enough to the highway that if I parked and stood it would be super obvious. I always have a bottle of water with me, so should someone pull into the yard to talk to me it's easy enough to "accidentally" have a spill, although I think that's happened maybe twice in 20 some years. I totally get off on the idea that I'm pissing myself out in plain view less than 20 feet away from cars driving by at the closest point. And 99 times out of 100 I w

I don't know how weird or whatever, but my two favorites are women peeing in swimsuits, especially a one piece, and wetting in granny panties or bloomers! My wife will occasionally indulge me in the first (but there better not be another living soul or any type of camera in a mile radius) but the second I rely online for my fix.