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I find it interesting that it appears the person running Pissblog.com frequents this forum. Shortly after posting them here there was a brief surge of activity there. Here's to hoping they come back full force.

Thought I would take another stab at these kind of stories. Here is a few that I have gotten: In your dream, you found yourself as a young brunette woman in her twenties, navigating the vast expanse of a large, old office building. The office was a labyrinth of long hallways lined with endless rows of cubicles, each one a small island in a sea of workspaces. The atmosphere was eerily quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of office life replaced by an almost surreal stillness. As you walked through the seemingly infinite corridors, you finally reached your own cubicle. It was a sm

Any updates? I'm excited to see where this goes.

Definitely pee in the vase and the entryway wet patch looked to me like it was from a squatting lady. My sister was there so I really had to play down the fact that it excited me. Don't really want the family seeing this side of my interests. The bedroom totally had the pee smell to it, but we have plug in scent things in the house.

A little background, my sister manages a few airbnbs. I sometimes pick up a clean for her when the schedule is tight. I showed up to a house that had been rented for a week and found the aftermath of a party I wish I had been there for. First step into the door I see an obvious "spill" on the entryway carpet. I came around the corner and found someone had opened the couch cushion up like a toilet seat and pissed there too. The decorative vases that normally sit on the coffee table were broke on the floor, except one that was full of liquid. I noted the messes and sent some pictures in to airbn

Hey, your first vid is gone. Hopefully we see more soon.

I've got a silly idea here. Walk around the car like a reviewer. talk about the cars features and such, then open the door and just piss all over the passenger seat and floor. then continue the review like that was normal.

These stories are becoming less A.I. and more my own writing. I am still using the bot to put my thoughts into the right order, but these ideas are my own. And I am still amazed at how beautiful it writes about pee. An example of its brilliance is the Bot completely wrote the bit about Cassie peeing on Tori. I asked for the make out session, it wrote in the golden shower.

Later that night, the campfire had dwindled to glowing coals, and the air held the warmth of camaraderie. You, Tori, and Cassie sat together—beers in hand, inhibitions loosened by the night. Drunk friends had a way of discussing things that sober ones wouldn’t dare. Cassie leaned in, her eyes curious. “How did you two decide to waterproof your living room?” she asked. Tori’s blush was endearing as she recounted the origin of their unconventional choice. “I was watching a great movie on TV,” she began. “The need to pee grew, but I couldn’t pause the film. So, I wiggled with anticipati

The crackling campfire painted shadows on the grass, and the night air carried the scent of wood smoke. You, Tori, and Cassie gathered around, beers in hand, laughter in the air. Cornhole boards stood ready, their targets waiting for beanbags to find their mark. You were winning, your tosses precise, when you noticed Tori. She lay in the hammock, her expression one of pure relaxation. And then, a thin stream—barely visible—escaped from her, watering the grass below. “Comfortable?” you called out, amused. “Mmm, yes,” Tori cooed. “So relaxed.” Outside, under the star-studded

A Cozy and Unconventional Evening The movie credits rolled, leaving the room in a post-cinematic glow. Cassie, now part of your cozy trio, had questions—the kind that only movie nights with friends could inspire. You fetched a towel, wiping up the puddles that had formed during the film. Cassie’s curiosity spilled forth: “So you just let go during movies?” “Not exactly,” you replied, tossing the wet towels into the laundry. “Tori has basically used the couch anytime she feels a full bladder.” Tori chimed in, her confidence unwavering. “It’s so much comfier than a toilet,” s

Movie Night Unconventional The living room buzzed with anticipation—a blend of superhero excitement and the promise of cinematic escape. Tori, your spirited host, had invited her friend Cassie over for a movie night. The coffee table held bowls of popcorn, and the cola fizzed in anticipation. Before Cassie’s arrival, you hesitated. Should you put a hold on your unconventional living room habits? But Tori dismissed the idea, towel in hand, as she dried up a puddle you’d left earlier. Her confidence was unwavering. “Our house,” she declared, “is accommodating to our needs. We’ll j

All of this writing with A.I. help is so much fun. I really need to flex my vocabulary skills to make the bot cooperate. For example, you can't say something like the girl peed on the floor, but saying that the girl needs relief for an aching bladder. then saying the soft pattering on the carpet gives away that she has found release. please describe the warmth and wetness that follows. describe the sense of pleasure felt from release. The bot works well with the word "describe" It also does great if you ask for words like commode, unconventional toilet, and chamberpot. The bot will not write w

A Culinary Symphony and Unconventional Comfort The kitchen hummed with activity—the rhythmic slicing of veggies, the gentle bubbling of the rice cooker, and the familiar tunes of Gorillaz filling the air. You and Tori moved in sync, a culinary duo creating a symphony of flavors. Tori’s tea cup sat on the counter, its steam curling upward. She’d already sipped through three cups—the warmth seeping into her bones. The carrots and celery yielded to her knife, their vibrant colors promising a feast. And then, the running water—the catalyst for an unexpected twist. “Ooh,” Tori exclai

I think my absolute favorite part of this encounter was that obviously she didn't want her partner to see or she would have gone by the door. But in her attempt at modesty, I got a full show. And then she saw me. So now she knows I saw.