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As for myself I often use the bathroom sink more than the actual toilet. If I'm ever alone in the house I'll often wet myself on some towels or use a diaper to avoid doing laundry. Or wet myself a bit while getting the mail or sitting on the front lawn.
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On 4/28/2024 at 12:22 AM, Ms. Tito said:
Damn if I don't get my own house with a private yard I at least want an apartment like that.
Is it bad that I've accomplished things in life people only can dream of doing yet I constantly dream of just having my own carpeted, modest apartment with a secluded yet sunny balcony? It's definitely just as out of reach now as it was as a teen living with my parents.
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22 minutes ago, glad1 said:
Pretty ingenious. I like it.
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On 3/13/2024 at 3:47 PM, InsertName said:
SAME! I go to the extreme to be away when a friend does this. There have been literally probably a hundred times where the person I was with would have just pissed next to me but I left to “give privacy.”
It's definitely a fear of being the one to initiate and having it go poorly.
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A small update, sometimes these stories are hard to continue as I tend to ramp things up fairly quickly
Later that afternoon I went down to my basement for something and glanced out the glassdoor across the yard and saw that Kelsey was likewise in the basement, still nude like myself, of course with the glass door slid open. She was giving me a great view of her curvy ass as she was bent over concerning herself with something low to the ground. Curious I stepped outside made my way closer and saw that she was scooping out something from a low container. Not wanting to startle her I announced myself before I came any closer.
“Whatcha doing,” I asked.
Turning her head around she gave me a smile and responded, “Oh just changing out the kitty litter.”
As I approached I saw that she was raking and scooping out a large low basin filled with sandy cat litter.
“I didn't know you had a cat.”
“I don't,” she grinned.
I smiled, knowing what it was for but she continued, “Sometimes I don't feel like stepping into wet puddles or having to clean up a mess, most rooms in the house have a kitty litter box.”
“How ingenious,” I said.
“It was one of my chores at my parents house. One day as I was cleaning it out I was really desperate. No one was home but me and the cats so you know.”
What a naughty neighbor I had.
“I wouldn't have thought of that, but then again I did grow up with dogs. The cats didn't mind?”
“I made sure not to do it too often or at least not before I cleaned it. Eventually I bought my own litter box and kept it under my bed to use as often as I wanted. It was a lot of fun. Was real nice on cold nights, I almost didn't have to leave my bed.”
“I did something similar but it was peeing in my closet!”
“Ooh, that's daring. I was too scared to do something like that.”
“I'll admit alcohol and a more adventurous friend were involved in that decision. I invested in a lot of Fabreeze.”“Oh, so I'm not the first one to see you pee somewhere you're not supposed to?”
“Yep, my childhood friend Amanda, it was only the once. Apparently her older sister's closet was the spare bathroom among the siblings.”
“So that's where the idea came from, I'd love to meet her.”
“I do need to have her over for a house warming.”
“Oh, sounds like we could have some fun with that, we can discuss that later, if you'll excuse me.”
With that Kelsey motioned me to come inside and stepped over the rectangular litter box on the floor Facing me she crouched into a low squat, her knees spread, opening her pussy lips. It was then that I realized this was the first time I was invited inside her home and the first time getting a close up view of her naked body. I noticed the basement had a the slight odor of urine and grinned. I felt a bit self conscious as my eyes took in the sight of her naked beauty, admiring her curves, the way her breasts hung at her chest, the hardness and dark color of her nipples and the glistening folds of her exposed pussy lips. I was embarrassed to find her dark brown eyes gazing back at mine, knowing I was staring.
“It's alright to look, I love an audience, and besides I've been checking you out too,” with a long glance down to my cock and balls.
As she finished the sentence a loud hissing filled the room and an expertly aimed stream pushed forth between her lower lips and fell twisting into the kitty litter below her, gurgling as the grains struggled to absorb the large torrent. Kelsey let out a satisfied sigh as a dark patch started to form below her.
“You can go too if you have to,” and I did need to.
Stepping up to the litter box I was struck with the heavenly but weak scent of her clear urine. I noted how my cock was at her head's height and her eyes were glued to it expectantly. Grasping it with one hand I aimed it downward between her outstretched legs. It took some time to get going but soon my own twisting stream of piss joined her own. My stream hit the litter granules and was instantly absorbed, it was like peeing on sand. I was impressed by the lack of splashing as a dark patch of litter grew around the deep divot my flow was creating, especially since Kelsey's thighs were only inches away. The sound of her hissing and the twin patter of our toilets filled the room.
“I'll have to get me one of these,” I said, laughing, “it's such a good idea.”
“It's just so naughty and wrong,” Kelsey giggled.
“I'll have to invite you over to use my closet sometime.”
“Sounds like fun. I was thinking that after we're done here of inviting you on a hike. There's a short path that connects to a hiking trail just off our properties.”
“That sounds like it'd be fun. Do you... do you hike in the nude too,” I asked daringly.
“Sometimes but it's too nice out, someone is sure to catch us. I do know all the good secluded spots though, but we should get changed. Wear something you don't mind getting wet, and make sure to hydrate,” she said.
By now her bladder was spent and she was pushing out the last few drops in a power blast into the sandy litter. She stayed squatting, mesmerized by my pissing cock.
“I think I have just the thing,” I said, squeezing out the last of my own bladder into her kitty litter box, making a show of shaking off the last few droplets.
She finally stood up and gave her bottom a quick shake. The litter was nearly completely darkened by our combine toilet. Kelsey grabbed the litter scoop she set aside and I was amazed at how quickly she scooped up the clumps of absorbed urine, which she deposited into a garbage bag leaving the litter box as if two humans hadn't just used it.
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This has been kicking around in my head ever since I started this story line and I know I won't progress until I at least have something more down on paper. Includes bed wetting, mutual hand jobs (M/F) and female holding male pissing. Also contains sexual openness which would include light incest as in mom watching and encouraging daughter to engage in sexual acts.
I awoke pleasantly to the warm golden light of the morning sun filtering through the windows. I was delighted to find that the previous day, even though traumatic, was not a dream. My savior, Samantha, was still as naked as when she rescued me from my hiking accident, laying on her side beside me. She was clutching my arm with her slowly heaving bosom wrapped around it. I could feel that hand was warm and pressed against something damp and slippery. My cock was already a bit hard from morning wood but the realization that Sam had my hand squeezed between her legs up against her pussy made it tent the woolen blanket. To my horror I heard a stirring in the other bed as Sam's mother, Leah, awoke.
“My, such a healthy young man,” she said, eyeing my erection. “Don't mind Sam or I, do what you need to. You may not be surprised that we're not prudish. We similarly about sexual relief as we do pee. If you need to masturbate, just do it, we're all adults here. My husband Peter and I have been fucking out in the open once Sam became of age and she'll touch herself anywhere. And don't worry about making a mess of the sheets.”
As if to reinforce her last words she threw back her blanket, revealing her naked voluptuous body, large breasts hanging on her chest in the sunlight. Nipples hard against the cool morning air. She sat up and pulled up her knees as she spread her legs. Suddenly a long arc of gold issued forth from between them , splashing loudly on the bedspread before her. My eyes widened watching my host piss all over her bed, a dark wet patch slowly growing before her.
“I think I mentioned that you could go anywhere, that includes the bed. Sam usually wets the bed before she even wakes up. I'm surprised you're still dry. She isn't exactly potty trained.”
Stricken with lust, my free hand wrapped itself around my turgid member but I was hesitant, not wanting to wake Sam. How would she react?
“I do it on purpose, Mom,” Sam suddenly replied, pouting. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. “And I don't mind,” she said, flinging back the blanket exposing my erection to the herself, as well as her mother. This also gave me a great view of her naked body. She squeezed my hand between her thighs, forcing a few of my knuckles in between her moistening lips, up against her canal, hot with desire. “But first,” she moaned and my hand was enveloped in an incredible torrent of warmth. The strong pressure from her urethra washed over my fingers and trickled down her thighs, pooling between us on the wool sheet. Before I knew it was lying in a warm puddle of her strong scented morning toilet.
The room was filled with the delightful sound of hissing and splashing as the mother and daughter wantonly wet the beds. It was beyond anything I could dream up in a sexual fantasy and I started to jerk my cock as Sam pissed all over my other hand, precum was bubbling out of my slit, lubricating my masturbation.
Curious, Sam touched my cock head with a single finger, catching a bit of the clear drool and rubbing it with her thumb, delighting in the slippery sensation.
“That makes it easier for boys to jerk off and have sex,” Leah said in a motherly tone, “Spit works too.”
I was surprised yet again to see Sam spit into one of hr hands and then rub it on to the head of my cock. It felt incredible as she then started to lightly grasp my erection and soon take over jerking me off. I could hardly believe it, a gorgeous woman was giving me a hand job while her mother watched, while both women were deliberately pissing the bed!
“I'll let you two be,” Leah said as she pushed out the last spurts from her bladder onto the bed.
“Oh Tommy, be a dear and hold in your morning pee after you've cum, we have use for a man's strong morning piss here at the morning. Especially with Peter gone.” Eyeing Sam, “Honey, when you're done please show him where to go.”
“You got it mom,” Sam said, picking up the pace of her strokes.
“I'll go get some breakfast and coffee ready,” Leah said as she walked out the bedroom door, not bothering to put on her scanty leather stockings. I caught a glimpse of some yellow droplets clinging to her manicured curly hair and her bare butt glistening with her morning micturition.
Sam started to grind her pussy into my hand as she urinated and I slipped a finger into her vagina.
“Keep going,” she moaned as I felt her walls clamp around my second finger.
As my digits went in and out of her vagina, her pee rhythmically gushed out, splashing us both, making a huge mess of the bed. She went wild as I started to rub her engorged clit with my thumb. The bedroom was filled with moans and the wet slapping of hands on genitals.
As Sam's stream slowed to a dribble, I could feel my orgasm mounting, “I'm gonna cum,” I said breathlessly.
“Me too,” replied Sam, panting.
Suddenly white gobs of cum erupted from the to of my cock, arcing high into the air and landing on the blankets. Sam gently aimed my spurting cock, catching rope after rope of my sticky white semen on her breasts and stomach. I felt her pussy contract, griping my fingers as she came, pushing out the last of her urine in a huge gush. We kissed for the first time in the glow of our orgasms, holding each other as we caught our breath.
Eventually we got up from the bed and surveyed the mess we made. There was a huge wet patch on the bed, flecked with my shiny ejaculate. Same held up her hand with strings of cum stretching between her fingers. Likewise I showed her my hand soaked with her piss and girl cum. We laughed and used a dry corner of our blanket to clean up.
We left the bedroom unclothed into the kitchen for breakfast and as I wondered where I was to pee we were greeted by Leah wearing only an apron. The apron did little to hide her nudity and her breasts were pouring out. I was not surprised to see a well marked fan shape stain on the fabric hiding her twat. This was not helping my full bladder and I unconsciously grasped my cock.
“I hope you two had fun,” Leah said, eyeing our glowing composure. “Tommy, you must be bursting, Sam quickly show him to the door door.”
“I was just about to, Mom,” Sam argued. “Quick Tommy, come with me,” she said as she pulled me to the front door.
I was embarrassed as I lost enough control that a spurt escaped my cock and landing directly on Sam's thigh.
“Sorry!”
“Don't be, I did just pee all over your hand and our bed. Now don't worry, you can let it all out here,” Sam instructed, pointing to the front door. The previous night I failed to notice a dark fan shaped stain on the door interior, just the right height for a pissing cock. “Dad pees on the door in the mornings, to keep the mice out. He says they're afraid of the smell (author's note: they are not).”
At this point I didn't care where I peed and neither did my cock as my bladder released it's hold before Sam could properly get out of the way, soaking her thigh and dribbling down her leg.
“Sorry,” I apologized again.
“Like I said, don't be, I kinda like it,” Sam replied as the drumming of my stream hitting the door filled the entry way.
“I kinda liked it when you peed on my hand too,” I said, now boldly aiming my cock high at the door.
The both of us watched as my stream cascaded down in a broad triangle shape, rewetting the stains of Peter's previous pees. A pool started to form at the bottom of the door.
“Can I,” asked Sam.
Having an idea of what she meant, I freed the hold on my dick, letting it fall, still pissing away, stream now splashing on the floor. Sam pressed up against me and grasped my penis and pointed it straight up, causing a high arc to hit the door in large droplets. She giggled as my stream darkened the dry wood and trickled to the floor. The doorway was filled with the lovely sound of my pattering morning piss and the strong scent of my morning pee filled our nostrils. Surely enough to keep away rodents or even a bear.
“You two seem to becoming close friends,” Leah said, now behind us, watching her daughter hold my cock as I used her front door as a urinal.
“Mom watch this,” Sam said as she pointed my stream at a dry section of the door. Slowly she started to spell out the letters “S-A-M,” in a large dripping font. This caused the three of us to laugh.
“I've spelled my name in the snow before but never on the door.”
“Just how I taught you,” Leah replied.
A wonderful image played in my head of the two women spreading their pussies with their fingers and expertly directing their streams into fresh white snow.
“It must be easy with such a short name,” I said.
“My bladder's big enough to spell out Samantha,” was the reply.
I marveled at the luck I had literally fallen into and was disappointed to find my bladder was nearly empty. Since I had an audience I pushed out the last remnants of my bladder in some forceful bursts causing splashing impacts on the door to delight of my audience. Sam gave my cock a good shake flinging the droplets here and there before releasing her grasp.
“Now sit down at the table,” Leah said.
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2 hours ago, glad1 said:
I, too, don't wish to offend by peeing blatantly in front of someone. But, several times I've been caught by a woman. While they may have been surprised, I don't think they've been upset by my action, since all of them have probably been in that same situation at some point.
I feel I tend to overthink situations and am a little more prudish about peeing than I should be because it's a fetish. I don't mind being seen and would love to pee freely for a woman but I'm more worried about offending someone else than I am about the embarrassment of being seen. In fact I've probably missed some mutual peeing opportunities because I also don't want to be seen as a creep if a lady friend goes to pee like while hiking.
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Back in college I had a roommate who was like this, and the thing that stood out was leaving a caked up cat food dish in the sink. I once came home to it on the floor. I asked about it and he said that "it's gross," because the cat licks it's butt and stuff. Yet this very same roommate would never do the dishes and leave them in the sink that would end up being filled with fetid water filled with rotting food scraps, often for days waiting until myself or another roommate did the dishes. There's a huge disconnect.
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15 hours ago, Hidengo said:The, for some reason, eternal debate:
Never understood the puritanical obsession with "cleanliness" that doesn't really reflect how actually dirty something is, it's just going off emotion. Sweat is very similar to pee, I'm washing that off in the shower even if I don't pee in it. I'm also washing my ass and fecal matter is much "dirtier" than pee. Not to mention potential foot fungus and god knows what else that's washed away from our bodies in the shower by just virtue of being a living thing.
Edit: That's not to say you shouldn't clean your shower ever, just that clutching pearls over pissing in the shower is ridiculous.
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QuoteA council in England has doubled down on the fining of people caught peeing in the countryside for littering, even after it emerged its own legal advice did not appear to fully support its stance.
There have been at least two cases of men handed £88 fines by Dacorum borough council in Hertfordshire after being caught in the act by council enforcers apparently lying in wait in laybys.
After the men claimed they were relieving themselves in woods by the layby, the fines have provoked a row over whether taking a wild wee amounts to littering – or whether it is even a crime at all.
Lawyers have criticised the fines, but Dacorum council officials have been defiant, saying their policy – which is not unique – has a legal basis.
Few regular visitors to the countryside will pass their lives without taking a wild wee; fewer still would expect that doing so could land them with a fine. Yet that is what happened to at least two men in the Hertfordshire borough.
Laughing at "wild peeing," being the term used because pissing in the woods isn't what first comes to mind.
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On 8/6/2023 at 8:37 PM, Bacardi said:
I second this. I'm a naughty carpet/floor pee'er at heart but it would still be a lot of fun to pee in it while in the middle of every room!
I've got a training urinal I use like this. When I lived alone during COVID it had a permanent spot in the kitchen for a while! Right next to the other urinal, the trash can and probably the one I used the most, the dishwasher.
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I think I jumped ship as soon as this website was established. Peesearch was in a long slow decline.
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This story takes place in a DnD like fantasy setting filled with elves, dwarves and monsters. It starts with naughty solo female peeing, group peeing, male peeing, female masturbation, exhibition and sex, my usual themes as well as mild incest (brother and sister watching each other pee and fuck). Later I plan on adding in some in-human characters and monsters, including some consenting inter-species sex (insofar that it's allowed).
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The stale, damp area filled Aurora’s nostrils as her eyes adjusted to her torchlight in the darkness of the smooth stone hallway of the ancient dwarven temple. Drawing out a piece of parchment she was using the chart the interior and wondered how much farther the temple extended into the mountain. By her estimation it was past noon and she hoped to return to the camp she had made at an abandoned hovel not too far from the entrance. The archer made her living by fulfilling requests made by local adventurer guilds and today she was scouting out and mapping an unsealed temple. She was used to working solo, being a hunter in her home village, often searching the forest for prey for up to a week at time. It was dangerous work as abandoned places become occupied by the monsters from beyond the boundaries of the world. Many adventures lost their lives in such abandoned places, referred to as dungeons by the guilds established to defend the realm of free races from these threats. It was especially dangerous work for women, who would, unlike their male counterparts, would be captured and raped by the lustful monster races such as goblins and feral kobolds. Aurora was well aware of the risks, knowing a few ex-adventurers who returned, either by liberation or by their own mettle, bellies full with some monstrous spawn. However, she was enraptured by the ancient places. Being from a small village at the edge of an elven forest she enjoyed exploring a world much grander and full of mystery than the one she knew as a child.
As the woman made her way down the corridor she came to a door across from a turn in the tunnel. Pausing, she pushed her brown-hair behind her ear as she listened for any sign of movement. The tunnels lay quiet as she pushed her ear up to the door, everything was still. After checking the latch for traps, she quietly opened the door, revealing a small enclosed chamber containing a well. The rotting bucket was still sitting on the low circular wall. Aurora breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped into the chamber, closing the door behind her and pulling a stone chair in front of it to block it. She was glad to find the well and hoped it still had water as she pulled out an empty waterskin. Adventuring was hard work and Aurora was keen to keep hydrated. She knew there was little fear that the water would be bad. Dwarves are excellent craftsman, especially regarding the plumbing infrastructure that is so crucial an underground race. Their wells were often protected by the blessings of Rekhun, the god of waterways or Mara, the goddess of the earth and wells thousands of years old were still fresh. The dwarfs were even master builders of sewers and their contracts were highly prized by human kings for their cities.
In fact, Aurora had discovered one earlier in the exploration. The water was still flowing in the underground channel beneath the smooth stone seat. Aurora gazed down at it through the worn hole and felt a slight need in her bladder. The thought of being the first to use the toilet after aeons gave her a stirring in her loins that was something beyond her desperation. The young woman had a personal reason for accepting these contracts. Exploring dungeons was slow methodical work and even small ones took nearly a day to chart, especially if occupied. Adventurers were often forced to camp inside the ruins if a return to basecamp was not an option. The dungeons also weren’t equipped with bathrooms such as this dwarven temple, especially not in caverns. This meant that adventurers had to get creative when they had to pee. This happened to be Aurora’s favorite thing about dungeons. Aurora’s human companions had the most difficulty with this fact compared to the more uninhibited elves, dwarves and demi-humans. Men of course had an easier time, usually finding a corner to shield themselves pulling out their cocks and pissing on the wall. Aurora’s sister adventurers would often wait until they found a small room or secluded place and go together. Aurora would often initiate such an activity and was skilled at convincing her more prudish and reluctant companions into joining her. She loved to pee in front of others and to watch them pee as well, peeking at her companions’ pussies as they gushed over the floor of some ancient temple or fortress. If she found herself the only woman in her party, she’d feign the need for safety in numbers and for someone to guard her, she didn’t have much trouble convincing them to pull out their cocks and pee with her. The non-human races took less convincing.
Aurora had thought about using the ancient toilet but since the door was long since gone, she would have trouble defending herself if attacked. It wasn’t hard for Aurora to imagine herself in the temple when it was still in use, the door broken but her need so great that she would use it anyway. She grew wet at the thought of being caught by a temple acolyte, her legs open, of course, while pissing into the exposed toilet. She remembered this fantasy as she filled her waterskin from bucket that was dropped into the depths of the well and she felt twinges of desperation. She had an even naughtier idea. Checking to make sure she propped the door, she quickly pulled down her short trousers revealing her pussy, capped by a strip of manicured brown hair, nestled between her toned thighs. She took it a step further and removed her leather cuirass and wool tunic, freeing her large breasts, nipples stiff in the cool air.
She then climbed up and sat on the wall of the well and gazed down into the well between her open dangling legs, aiming her parted lips into the darkness below. The young woman bit her lip as the first droplets escaped her urethra, rolling down to the crack of her shapely ass. The droplets were followed by a thick stream as she completely let go of her bladder, the twisting rivulets falling into the deep well. It took several seconds before Aurora heard her hot urine splashing in the cool, pure water below. Imaging herself back in time she wondered how the dwarven acolytes would react to finding a naked human woman brazenly pissing into their water source. Aroused by her insolent toilet one hand found the hard nubs on her breasts and started playing with them while the other moved to her engorged clit. She was in ecstasy as she masturbated while defiling the well. Her fingers moved into her slick vagina, wetting them with her pee as she thrust them in and out, splashing the warm fluid against her thighs as she came closer to orgasm.
She continued her fantasy, picturing being caught by a male dwarven acolyte, convincing him to join her. Imagining as he climbed up onto the wall next her. She would then have him pull up his robes, revealing his thick cock which the dwarf would let her hold, cradling his big hairy balls, a common characteristic of dwarven men, as the dwarf pissed into the well with her. She imagined feeling the pee make its way through the cock as she aimed his stream this way and that, their twin tinkles echoing up out of the well. The fantasy was enough to push her over the edge, as she stifled a moan as she orgasmed. Panting with contentment she shook off her pee covered hand, and pushed out the last bits of pee into the well with loud delayed splats.
Climbing off the wall she held off on putting on her clothing and pulled some jerky and her map out of her bag, letting her pissy bottom air dry as she ate and updated the map. She included the well of course, marking it as fresh water, despite her defilement. After a day or two the blessing would purify the water, it was an important resource for adventurers.
As she ate should couldn’t help but think back to the first pissing cock she held, which happened to be the encounter that introduced her to her patron Goddess, Fualan. She had finally proved herself to be a master hunter and was finally recognized as an adult in her village of Kettle. The rank granted her the freedom to venture into the woods to hunt on her own. The forest was generally off limits to the villagers as dangerous creatures stalked in the darkness. Kettle was situated at the outskirts of the Florent kingdom and life was harsher than in the interior and there were frequent raids from feral kobolds and goblins. Like most settlements on the fringes, they primarily worshipped Laghan, the god of order whose protection granted safety from the raids. The outskirts were far removed from the familiar Luan-si elves that guided the human civilization in their infancy. The humans there heavily relied on the adventurers’ guilds to protect them. There were also tales of the Mun-si elves that lived within the forest, brief encounters with beautiful but wild, naked elves in the wood. In Kettle there was hardly an old timer that didn’t recount tales of being taken as a lover by one of these wild beauties, men and women alike. Aurora heard these tales and daydreamed of being taken and becoming an elven wife. She always kept her eyes open in hope of spotting one of these elves, their nudity excited and intrigued her, but she had little hope to meet one under the watchful eye of her father.
She had almost all but given up her hopes of seeing one as she tracked her first deer alone in the forest. The deer had run deep into the wood, towards an area she had never been before and against better judgement she pursued. She followed the tracks until they ended at a thick bramble. Not wanting to come back empty handed she pushed through when suddenly she heard some voices, a man and a woman. Curious but on guard she paused and crept closer to see who would be out there in such a far reach of the wilderness. She gasped aloud as she saw two tall humanoid forms in the clearing with blonde hair, long ears and fair features, they were also both completely naked. The pair quickly looked in her direction at her cry and Aurora’s heart pounded as they called for her to come out, which she reluctantly did.
“Why, Tuile, it’s just a modest may-fly! Come on out girl, we won’t hurt you,” said the woman cheerfully.
“When was the last time we saw one, Orlaith?” replied the man. “Those garments look suffocating.”
Aurora became self-conscious that she was the only one wearing clothes and awkwardly looked away.
“Don’t mind my brother,” said the woman, “I’m Orlaith and this is my brother Tuile, it’s been some time since we last saw one of your kind, let alone this deep in the forest. Please, there is no need to avert your eyes, though I know our nudity must seem strange to you. This is how we pay homage to our Goddess Fualan and her mother, Dahud-Mun.”
Aurora returned her gaze to the pair, still feeling embarrassment but couldn’t help but stare. Orlaith had beautiful blue eyes, breasts smaller than her own and the human couldn’t help but admire how they hung freely, capped by pink nipples and she was shocked to see that her pouty lower lips were free from hair, between her long lithe legs. Tuile, likewise had blue eyes and a well-defined, muscular, hairless chest and toned abs. Her eyes were locked on his long cock and was just as surprised to see it was hairless as well. This was the first cock she had ever seen and stirred a hot longing in her crotch, remembering her childhood fantasies of becoming an elf wife. She found herself admiring the pair and how they didn’t seem to care about being bare in front of her, she started to doubt the strict teachings of Laghan, the only time she had been nude in front of someone was on bath days with her mother. She couldn’t help but notice that the pair was fidgeting a bit as they spoke.
Realizing she was staring, Aurora introduced herself, “My name is Aurora and I hail from Kettle the town to the southeast. I was hunting a stag that came this way.”
“We seemed to have scared it off, apologies for the loss of your quarry,” Tuile replied, as he shifted the weight on his bare feet.
“Now that we have been introduced, Tuile and I came to this clearing to attend to a very urgent need,” said Orlaith sensing her brother’s desperation. “Would you care to join us for a pee?”
Aurora eyes nearly bulged out of her head. In Kettle, going to the bathroom was a very private thing, barely even mentioned in polite conversation, let alone to someone you just met. And they were inviting her to join them? She found herself getting aroused at the thought and felt the strange desire to disrobe. She also was reminded that it had been sometime since she last relieved herself, being absorbed in the hunt.
“I’ve never peed in front of another person,” Aurora stammered, “Or seen a man pee.”
“Well now is your chance!” Tuile said with glee, “join us!”
“Do I need to be naked?” Aurora asked.
“If you want,” replied Orlaith, “you must be hot in that wool.”
The elf was right, she had worked up quite a sweat in her woolen tunic and trousers. She had planned to bathe in a stream before returning home.
Hesitantly she started to disrobe, pulling off her tunic and trousers. She couldn’t help but cover herself.
“Doesn’t that feel better?” coaxed Orlaith.
She was right, she felt oddly free, not to mention more aroused. She worked up the courage and uncovered her large breasts, hoping they wouldn’t notice how hard her nipples was. She felt a bit self-conscious when she revealed her crotch, covered in pubic hair.
“Wow, you humans really do have hair down there!” saidTuile, who was now gazing at the human’s crotch. “It looks so soft.”
Aurora found his gaze felt good and her vagina moistened.
“I don’t think I can hold on any longer,” exclaimed Orlaith, who quickly spread her legs.
Aurora expected the elf woman to squat down but was surprised to see her spread her labia, revealing her pink labia to Aurora and Tuile before a thin stream of urine shot out a few feet before her. Not only had Aurora never seen someone else pee, she didn’t know that women could pee standing up. She was entranced as the elf moved her fingers, guiding her stream this way and that, clearly enjoying her toilet.
“I didn’t know women could pee standing up,” Aurora gasped, “You’re peeing like a man,” remembering seeing her father step away and standing against a tree with his back to her.
“It’s a lot of fun, if we become friends, I can teach you how,” said Orlaith, still busily peeing all over the ground.
“I can’t hold it either,” announced Tuile, who grasped his cock with one hand, pulling back his foreskin, revealing the glistening head of his penis to the two women. Pointing it at the puddle his sister was forming he started to pee, splashing the ground before him.
Aurora wondered what it would be like to hold it as he peed and found herself saying that out loud.
“You can hold it if you want,” Tuile said, stopping his stream.
Aurora felt her clit engorge and was overcome with desire stepped next to him and sheepishly grasped his warm cock. Pointing it at the ground she waited for him to go, feeling his bladder release and the urine flowing down his cock before pouring out onto the puddle before him. She moved his cock from side to side and found herself laughing as she played with his pissing cock.
Orlaith finished up her pee with a few spurts and sat down to watch the two with her knees up, spreading her legs. Glancing over Aurora could see how wet her pussy was as the elf watched her spray her brother’s pee over the ground. Aurora pouted as she felt Tuile’s stream wane and slowly lost power, his arc trailing closer and closer to the pair before she shook the last few drops from his penis.
“Now it’s your turn!” said Orlaith, and she was right, Aurora really had to go.
Emboldened by her companions she squatted down to the ground and spread her legs, exposing her hairy pussy. At first she found she couldn’t go, despite being very desperate.
“I can’t seem to go,” Aurora said.
“You humans always seem to have problems with inhibitions,” said Orlaith. “Would this help? Psss, pss, pss.”
After what felt like ages, Aurora’s bladder finally gave way and she was now pissing in front of the two elves. Her messy hair causing the stream to drip down in tendrils. It felt incredible as she watered the ground before her and she found herself staring at Tuile’s cock which was now growing erect and standing on its own.
“This feels amazing,” she moaned, “I never thought it’d feel so good to pee in front of someone else, or to watch.”
“It sounds like you may become a disciple of Fualan,” Orlaith remarked, her hand now digits deep in her vagina.Aurora hardly paid attention, concentrating on her own toilet and the growing erection in front of her. Sadly her stream was coming to an end and let it lazily drip out into her thick bush. She stood up and gazed at the three puddles and found herself next to Tuile.
“Can I touch it,” she asked, starting at his turgid penis.
“We can do more if you’d like,” Tuile said.
“I think I’d like that, very much,” Aurora replied, finding a soft spot on the ground to lay down.
Tuile knelt between her legs, bringing his cock to the entrance of her womanhood. Taking his cock he first rubbed it in her wet pubic hair. “It is soft,” he exclaimed and he pressed his head against her vaginal entrance.
She winced as he slowly entered her, taking her virginity, slowly and caringly sliding in and out of her. The pain slowly subsided as pleasure took over. Aurora passionately pulled him closer as he rhythmical pounded her. Orlaith redoubled her efforts, aroused at watching her brother fuck their newfound human friend, and soon came to a crashing orgasm.
When she recovered she chided her brother, “Now make sure you don’t cum inside her, she hasn’t received the blessing of Fualan like we have. We don’t to send our young friend home pregnant.”
These words stirred something in Aurora and she cried out as she had her first orgasm. It didn’t take much longer for Tuile to cum and he pulled out, firing thick ropes of cum across her stomach, the bulk of which stuck to her pubic hair. Aurora lay panting enjoying the sight of his cum painted her body. She inquisitively played with it in her hair, surprised to find out how sticky it was.
“I think we’re going to become great friends,” said Orlaith as she used her bare hand to wipe the cum off Aurora’s body.
“I think so too, I’d like to hear more about this goddess Fualan too,” replied Aurora.
After basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, Aurora reluctantly dressed but the three agreed to meet soon and Aurora would meet with the pair often before she left her village, even being allowed to enter the elven city of Mun-Haile.
Returning to the present, her map updated and meal finished, Aurora put on her clothes and ventured back into the dungeon.
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You can always pee a little bit on to the carpet to test it out, just a spurt or two and watch how it dries and see if there is any lasting stain, which might happen due to the carpet being white.
If you do any more you can just clean it up as if a pet did it, soak up the majority of the pee with a towel, spray it down with some urine enzyme spray, though again, depending on staining you might end up needing a carpet cleaner.
A lot comes down to if you live with others and are renting (and want your deposit back).
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14 hours ago, weequeen said:
I also did peeing in towels as some as my early pee fun. Folded it long ways and pressed against my slit and let little spurts of pee out. That's when I started doing laundry being "so helpful..." lol. Now I still do this for fun, peeing into the towels directly. I like to see how much I can soak it one piss. I did it once in a sauna not long ago too. Sat on a bunched up a towel against my pussy in a changing room and unleashed my bladder into it. It was dripping wet when done. I put it in the laundry basket with the others and then tossed a dry one on top of it.
Sounds like a lot of fun. I love how a lot of us came to the same conclusions when first trying out naughty peeing.
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Nah, it was just a standard restaurant/retail non-slip mat.
Definitely thought about standing back a few feet to piss into the urinal but again I didn't want to make a mess for a poor fast food worker.
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On 10/9/2023 at 9:45 PM, PrincessApricot said:
One experience comes to mind of seeing someone else pee non-chalantly. I was at the beach with a friend and the part of the beach that we like best is a more secluded area. There’s usually only a few other people there and never any children, as there’s no bathroom or parking lot near. My friends and I are discreet but not shy about peeing in the water when the need arises. So it’s not strange for someone to say, “I’m just going to pee” and then they wander off into the water for a short bit and come back. A couple of us are even more discreet and won’t mention it but do pee privately while we’re all in the water already.
On this particular day, we’d been out for a couple of hours. I had peed twice already but hadn’t said anything either time. I hadn’t noticed my friend pee at all but she may have gone while we were swimming and not said anything either. We were packing up to go and just as we’re about to leave she said, “hold on, I need to pee before we head back to the car”. I don’t think she had even finished her sentence when I heard a soft hissing sound. I looked over and was surprised to see her squatted right beside our cooler, her swimsuit pulled to one side as she was peeing casually into the sand. I looked away but she continued peeing for a few seconds longer and I could hear it gently hitting the sand in front of her. There were other people at the beach and anyone looking our way would have known what she was doing, as she wasn’t obscured or hidden. After she finished, she said she hadn’t wanted to get wet again before getting in the car.
I have to say, I wouldn’t have gone so discreetly earlier if I’d known she wouldn’t bat an eye at such things!I was at the beach with a female friend and we were drinking beer after beer. We positioned our chairs right at the edge of the surf and were quite wet by the incoming waves. Neither of us got up to use the toilet while we were there. I know I was pissing my swim shorts in the chair whenever I had to go and without a doubt she was doing the same. Oh what could have been. Beaches are probably my favorite setting for this since everyone does it in their own way.
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Pissing into towels was how I first got into pee fun. Still use em to great effect now. Didn't want to make a mess so folding a towel and putting it into my pants was an easy solution in my young mind. Love emptying myself into them and feeling it spread. Sticking my cock into a folded or bunched up towel is also a lot of fun.
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While I've yet to live alone, I've often been the only one in my apartment for long periods of time. I'm pretty lazy and usually would just pee in sinks, bathtub, dishwasher, various containers and my favorite, the pop lid kitchen trash can. I even have a training urinal that I would set up in the kitchen and often leave filled with my pee. I would do messier things like pee on the floors only when I was really into it, which often times would be in the last week of freedom, lol.
If I had in house laundry I would use a lot of towels but when without I've opted for large pet pee pads. I would lay the pads out on the floor where ever I wanted to pee and would even tape them to the wall to simulate wall pissing. They also worked well to soak up any piss if I decided to just go onto the hardwood floors, which I did frequently. I also did a lot of wetting which usually would have me sitting at the computer on top of towels or a pee pad. In my last apartment there was a vacant room and I pissed on the carpet and closet wall more than a few times and sprayed it down with Fabreeze or a pet urine remover.
https://www.amazon.com/Resolve-Urine-Destroyer-Spray-Remover/dp/B07FK2M4XG/?th=1
If I had my own space now, I'd probably invest in a carpet cleaner if I had carpet, otherwise just get a bunch of washable rugs.
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Caught this in the wild. It was an extra long bathroom for some reason, didn't expect to get the red... black carpet treatment for a urinal. I couldn't help but let a spurt out onto it. Would have pissed completely on it but these mats are heavy and having had to put them out you're often clutching it to your chest and didn't want to do that to a poor fast food worker.
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During the pandemic no one was in our office and I had some business to attend to. So I went into our large conference room, whipped out my cock and pissed in a corner on the wall and carpet. Huge power move for later meetings.
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On 11/7/2023 at 5:41 AM, oliver2 said:
Yeah, probably just splatters. I don’t recall ending up with a pee-scented sink either at uni nor more recently, and my uni sink got pissed in a lot (to save the walk down the hallway)
(Also reminds me of this old legend: https://jezebel.com/penn-does-not-have-a-problem-with-semen-clogged-showers-5899777)
I usually run the water for a bit and make sure to splash any splatters.
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More than a few times sometimes out of actual desperation or more often than not deliberate. The times it's been out of desperation I've had to make do with what I have on hand. One time after a long WoW raid with the guild I got to talking with a guildmate and had to go real bad as I had been drinking beer throughout the raid. Not wanting to break the Convo I grabbed a Gatorade bottle, took out my cock and inserted it and let go, making sure to stop when I used push to talk. I've filled various beer glasses as well.
My go to is to wet myself. Though this is always planned for. I'll throw a garbage on my gaming chair and then a towel or too before settling into whatever game I'm playing with plenty of beverages available. Usually I'll wait until I'm completely desperate and let loose in my underwear and shorts as it absorbs into the towels. After that I'll just let it out whenever I feel the need.This has been my typical wet gaming sessions during Overwatch as it's one of the few multiplayer games I play now. Hard to run to the bathroom when you're a dedicated support main on autoqueue. Also a lot more fun.
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Kiki and Her Mother
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It's hard sometimes to continue existing story lines once you've hit a certain point of escalation. I echo new2this and would love to hear more from Kiki and her mother. Been cooking up some stories inspired by Kiki but it's been slow going since my aim is to keep it a slow burn.
Maybe revisit the beach house and the beach? Always a favorite setting of mine.