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I'm curious about this, was she really supposed to pee on the floor or was it some sort of miscommunication? I also like the bit in the link about women peeing in different countries, particularly:

I've moved and reduced my number of roommates which has given me a bit more freedom. Out of convenience I've bought a pack of diapers to make clean up easier since I don't have in apartment laundry. I also bought a pack of pet pass after finding the diapers don't hold as much as my bladder does. I don't have a diaper fetish but this also me to wet with very minimal clean up. I'm not too thrilled about the waste generated but this allows me to indulge every now and then when I have extended time alone in the apartment and saves me the embarrassment of going to the laundromat with smell wet towe

I have a lot of things but first and foremost is they need to figure something out with the mics when shooting outdoors. I'd prefer not to have to deal with deafening wind.

Note: I thought I'd write something different. If you couldn't tell by my poorly veiled attempt at a title this is a parody of Conan the Barbarian, a wonderful series of pulp fantasy by Robert E. Howard. Just a warning some of the descriptions and language might be "out dated," this is not the reflections of the author, just an attempt at capturing Howard's voice coming from the 1930s. I am going to try to keep this as a one off with 3-4 parts to keep distraction from my other 4ish on-going projects. That being said I've got another one off sloshing around in my head that I'd like to get in wr

Note: I've had more time to myself lately so I can "find some inspiration," as it were and will have some more to come! Oh wondrous yellow muse! Writer's block is super real even without any time to indulge, but who can live alone in this economy m i rite Entering the cafeteria I decided to pay a visit to the chef, Erin, and her sous-chef Emilia. During uni I had worked in the student hall cafeteria and was more than comfortable in a kitchen. In fact I found myself there in my free time. Old habits you could say. Erin kept a tight ship here at the embassy, even though it was just t

My alarm clock went off as I got out of bed, jumping as my feet found a cold wet spot from my late night toilet. During the night I had to go and simply rolled to the edge of the bed and hung my willy off the side from under my covers and messily urinated all over the carpeted floor, not caring where it went. I loved the sound of the splashing against the carpet as it struggled to absorb my hot wee. This morning I marveled at the large fan shaped stain, reaching nearly halfway across the room. Tempted to add to it I dressed and quickly made the way to the cafeteria taking note to go down the f

With Vanessa gone and our toilets finished, I sat back at my desk to finishing editing the syllabus for this year's PISS course. Pushing up her black framed glasses, Emma laughed as she heard the wet slapping of my shoes on the carpet as I resumed my seat. Leaving me to my task she left the office to return Vanessa's chamber pot. Once finished I printed out the syllabus and gave it a look over for tomorrow's orientation. The syllabus was simple and out laid the course to have the students acclimated to Lavatria's culture. Broke down by week the syllabus read as follows: Week 1 – No peeing

Glad to be an inspiration!

It looks like it's designed for less water usage by using the folding mechanism of the toilet to have waste slide down rather than needing to be flushed with gallons of water.

When I was in college we had a single urinal in the bathroom which I suspect was a female urinal due to how the dorm floors would swap genders depending on admission rates.

Glad to see you've picked this one back up, it's been one of my favorites!

It helps that incest is "in," at the moment. Despite wanting absolutely nothing to do (sexually) with my own mother and family your stories and others' of mothers sharing their naughty peeing with their children is hot as fuck.

I can't remember the forums as much but I did absolutely love the stories section. Leaky_one posted TONS of stories and was more active there than she was on peesearch at the time. I still go back through the wayback machine internet archive to manually rip her stories, along with some of badboy's.

The beginning is always the best part! Tend to "lose the plot," when everything is out in the open.

Thanks! It's good to be writing again. The writing struggle is real and I've found it hard to find time where I can "practice for reference," if you know what I mean.

Chapter 1: Introductions As I have tasked one of my students to record his experiences as a native Lavatria in uni, I shall record my experiences as a British expat. My name is Charlie Stevens and I am a professor at Lavatrian University and I am here at the Lavatrian Embassey in Britain to help administer the Program for International Student Studies and help acclimatize international students to Lavatrian culture. I was born here in the United Kingdom to an English father and a Lavatrian mother. Around the age of 16 my parents divorced and I went with my mother back to her native

I just felt like it. I've said it before but ancient toilets fascinate and excite me and after seeing the one up top, I found myself alone in the tunnel and one thing led to another. Not too many people were there. It might have helped that I was there on vacation and during the middle of a weekday. I really only let it out for a couple seconds. There was a bit of trepidation with it being a historical sight as well as worry about the ecology of this man-made cave.

I'm going to be moving soon and since this is originally a 4 bedroom apartment (3 currently), you can imagine I never really had enough time to indulge in any pee activities outside of the sinks and the occasional shower wetting. Luckily I'm moving out with one of the roommates to a 2 bedroom which should give me more chances to pee where I please when he's absent. I'm hoping to get a place with in house laundry too so I can wet again. In the mean time I've got the apartment to myself for a few hours and decided to send off the apartment by having a naughty pee in every room. I've a

where is your favourite place to pee? Hard to say at the moment since I live in the city now. I'd say in the sink, but my absolute favorite is in my pants sitting at the computer or wherever I am. Why is it your favourite place? As for the sink, it's just extra naughty. I love that everything is at the right height to step up to the sink, pull it out and go. As for wetting myself, I love the freedom of going wherever I want as well as the warmth and wetness. where is the naughtiest place you have pissed? Probably has to be underneath St. Andrew's Castle in the 500 yea

The first time I wet on purpose was when I was very young and after not experiencing a bedwetting, I was curious one night when I woke up and decided just to try it to see what it felt like. Cut to over a decade later and I discovered my pee fetish and eventually came to wetting and again found an overwhelming urge to wet myself, this time sexually. So one day off from work, alone in the house, I gathered up a bunch of towels, laid them on my computer chair, stuffed my shorts with a towel and drank a ton of water. It was amazing and nothing has been as good as those early times of discovery.

The Farm Cassandra was back home full-time at the family farm for summer break having just completed her freshman year at college. There she was joined by her older sister, Stephanie, who had just completed her senior year at the same college and was now a couple months pregnant. Being recent grads, Stephanie and her fiancee had not being able to afford their own place yet and thus still lived with their respective parents. The girls parents owned the 90 acre dairy farm and managed the hay fields and dozens of dairy cows with the help of their daughters. The life was rigorous but rewardin

There's only so much you can do by yourself before wanting to share!

Most of mine would be to find a like minded girl to share pee experiences with. I'd love to have an entire weekend of just the two of us pissing where we please.

I'm still here. Just having some massive writer's block. Glad to see someone's looking out for me. 😄

A lot of towels and taking advantage of any free time home alone became my MO. I started to have an overwhelming urge to wet myself but didn't know how to do it at the computer, while watching pee porn, without making a huge mess so I decided to wear a bathing suit stuffed with towels. This became a favorite activity and I'm not even a fan of diaper play, it was just a super easy way to clean up. When I didn't have time to wash the towels, I'd store them in a garbage bag. I did get caught washing them a couple times and asked where all the towels were but I'd usually just claim ignorance