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Completed cancer treatment. The chemo was bad, but necessary. But the radiation truly wrecked some things in my body. I'm temporarily an inpatient due to extremely severe dehydration. I can't eat or drink anything and keep it down. I can barely even speak. I'm looking at possibly getting a feeding tube, but still undecided. I lost a lot of weight. At least my husband finally understands I'm not doing this to try to die.

These days, I only want to attract the attention of my husband, but I do like wearing leggings and baggy shirts. I don't like tops that are too tight, just for comfort reasons. I have never liked wearing bras, but will when I have to. I wear underwear unless it's just me and him and I'm trying to be suggestive. He's a butt man, but he doesn't admit it. So I have some special clothes that used to arouse him before we were married. Before the prostate surgery. (He did start taking the testosterone shots again, so I'm hoping that will help us.) And there is one color he likes to see me in. I don'

Nicely hydrated too. Thanks for posting these.

I have no idea how my experiences became arousing. If anyone remembers what I wrote when I was a member here before, my mother bore 7 children and must have had a weak bladder or pelvic floor. One night I woke up to hear her pissing in the basin of my potty chair. I guess that's where I got the idea of "naughty peeing" and wanted to do it myself. I see it as a passive-aggressive response to what I perceived my mother had done to me. Aside from an old crib mattress in our attic loft, I never really got to try it. I was the last child born, so I don't know why it had been kept. But I did piss on

I really get more out of it from receiving. I will reciprocate, but I'm all about admiring the cock. Watching and feeling what a man can give me is exquisite.

One day last summer, my neighbor down the road went ballistic, tossing fresh strawberries and other groceries into the street. We guessed that she had finally seen the bumper sticker her boyfriend had placed on the back of her minivan months ago, which proclaimed how much she loved masturbation!

Seriously, because each length/style of skirt provides different ways to accommodate or hide open urination.

When my ex used to pee inside me, it wasn't the sensation that excited me. It was more like, "He's peeing inside me! He couldn't wait. He had to go so bad and didn't want to pull out." It was the knowledge of what he was doing that turned me on. And knowing that I could also start peeing then.

Looks like you're excited to be seen too. 😉

I live in the States, but my mother's family was from Belgium. Just putting that out there. And welcome!

I relate to the part of not needing to pee right after masturbation, especially if I did it as a way to postpone getting up to pee, and later on becoming way more desperate than I was before.

Very informative. If we inherit the homestead, we want to install a composting toilet. My background is farming and I find it incredible that as long as this land has been in my husband's family, it has never been farmed. I can grow almost anything outdoors. I'm planning to read up on homesteading and off-the-grid living.

I would like to pee someplace in public, outdoors preferred, where there's a lot of people, yet nobody knows I'm doing it. I've never done this publicly before but would probably wear a dress without panties, which is already my favorite way to pee outside. Now that I can guzzle large amounts of water again, filling up should be easy. The other fantasy I have is peeing on a couch. I don't really have a couch, but a loveseat that makes into a hard, uncomfortable bed. My ex added his twin sized piss mattress to the mattress that came with it, and I wish I could take it out and throw it away

Exhibitionism doesn't sound that weird to me. You just want to be noticed and appreciated (while peeing). I find it very easy to appreciate the sight of a man peeing.

Or the homeless vs. the aimless. If I went into the city for an appointment and had to wait around all day for the bus to go home, I noticed that certain people would use the library to nap in and McDonald's to drink free refills of coffee all day. The genuinely homeless were often cleaner-smelling (wood smoke as opposed to offensive body odors).

I am one of the rare women who easily experiences orgasm, whether clitoral, vaginal, or from g-spot stimulation. I might also have the condition where frequent arousal is considered a disorder. Not sure. Sex is absolutely not a 100% priority, as we courted for 14 years without having it, and I was celibate 4 years before ever dating him. So it's been 18 years since I had it. I like having sex. (I already know that he will never give me oral, and there have only been two men in my lifetime who ever made me climax from cunnilingus, one in 1980 and the other in 1997). I would like to have any typ

I have to admit that I wouldn't be hesitant to notice, though that would not be my primary purpose in being there. It would be an added bonus though, especially if some deliberately missed the urinal.

There is a local site for whitewater rafting at one edge of the river. It has two small outdoor cubicles; one has a toilet and one is for changing. When my husband stopped there to pee, I noticed him slightly hesitate. He later admitted (when I asked) that he almost went to pee in the changing room. That left me with some nice fantasies.

Most days are tolerable as I await the next phase. They give you three weeks between dosages for the body to rest. Now my husband needs to get his family medical leave in place again so I can get the 7 weeks of radiations. Thanks so much for your weIl wishes.

No, I've never visited that part of the country. Interesting, though that there is more than one!

I live in the States and a male employee at our local Walmart wears kilts regularly.

How about a kilt?

Having gotten off to many videos of people peeing in abandoned houses or vacant buildings, I always wish I could find one nearby to explore my pee fantasies in.

I'm okay with anyone wanting to see/hear me pee, if that's the case. When my husband helps me to get my chair into a public restroom, I tell him he's more than welcome to stay while I use the toilet, but he always declines. There isn't much for anyone to see; just me transferring from my chair, pulling down panties (and leggings if I'm wearing them), and sitting myself on the toilet. It's not as though I'm putting on a show. They probably wouldn't even notice my lady parts, if they were in the bathroom for the same purpose. And given that he usually has to pee immediately after I do (power of

I think it matters as to how hydrated one is. The clearer your pee, the less chance of (offensive) odor.