Vassal

Some were, some weren't. They were maintained by volunteers. The worst part was the smell, but most of us just pooped with the door propped open. A lot of the privies were newer too.

Oh yeah. I need to upload more but in Virginia there were several privies that were basically just open closets and you were exposed to the world. My favorite however was in Connecticut which was just a box with a toilet seat on it. Some of the privies also had dutch doors.

They're usually around shelters or campsites depending on the state. Tennessee had no privies what so ever.

I'm back! I finished the AT last week and I'm home now letting my feet heal before new endeavors. I also happen to have the house to myself this morning and hope to take care of a need that I wasn't able to on the trail. Hopefully I have enough time to wet myself in a huge way. I also noticed that towards the end I was pissing like every half hour. I think I realized that this far in I completely relished the freedom in being able to pee whenever and where ever I wanted and did it so much it became habit. Its going to be hard to get over that one. If only I had my own house and could pee freel

Sorry I haven't been able to update this at all, I've been kind of busy with hiking and all. I'm in the final stretch. Made it to Maine and then some. Some interesting pee related events have popped up this week. Talking with a girl Hiker earlier this week we brought up being off trail and without much prompting she mentioned the number one thing hikers have trouble with when back in the real world. Not being able to pee whenever and wherever you want! Normally hear it out of guys but this was the first time hearing it from a girl. She mentioned how she was in the supermarket and thought, "W

1. Carpet/Rug 3. Armchair 5. Sink 6. Shower/Bath 8. Bathroom floor 9. Kitchen floor 1o. Beer, wine, or champagne glass 12. Toilet with closed lid 17. Kettle or other innapropiate vessel 19. On clothing Only 50%. :/

Wet yourself in different places around the house. Do it in ways you wouldn't normally be able to, like lying down. Experiment with different clothing options. Try something I'd like to see, try to pee out of the fly of a pair of jeans.

I would have bought this house as soon as I saw the listing.

I mentioned this in Part 7 of my story line, Let's Play a Game but I thought I'd start a whole new thread about it. I've been absent from the forum because as of March I've been thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail. For those who don't know the AT is a hiking trail on the eastern coast of the United States and runs from Georgia to Maine. The current length is 2189 miles. As of today I've roughly done 930 miles of it and am loving life in the Shenandoah National Park in Northern Virginia. You could say I've been living the dream. I get to pee where ever and whenever I want. I've used outhouses f

Please forgive the long absence between updates as well as any grammatical or spelling errors. I have been thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail since March and despite being all I have I despise writing on my phone but with so much free time on my hands I can do nothing but write,nin my head at least, I finally decided to put it down to print. Though it is hard to walk and type at the same time (as I literally trip writing that sentence). Please keep this topic about the story, I'm going to start a thread about my tracked after this one in the general section. Getting ready for the day's chores

Jack awoke late that morning, alone, head pounding to match the rain drumming on the window. Hungover, Jack slowly got out of bed, swinging his legs over onto the floor. He instantly recoiled at the cold sogginess beneath his feet. Quickly stepping to dry carpet he tried to remember if he had used the floor as a toilet the night before but his last memories of the night were hazy. On his way out the door he grew puzzled by the damp stain on the wall and carpet, following his nocturnal piss trail out the door into the hallway. It didn't take long for Jack to put the pieces together. He was no s

Thanks guys!

Note: this story is filled with latin terms for objects of the Roman household, I tried to explain as much as I could within the context of the story so if anyone has any confusion about the terms just ask. Late that night Kim was woken up by a hard burning in her bladder. Trying to ignore it she turned over in their bed, trying not to wake Jack, lying on her back to not put too much pressure on her abdomen. Closing her eyes she tried to go back to sleep when a sudden wave of desperation washed over her. Not wanting to ruin the mattress she slipped out of bed and tried to think of where she

Once I get my own space I'm totally going to be on the look out for chamber pots and bed pans. Different types of portable toilets definitely interest me.

Exactly! We're practically giving them free content ideas.

Does anyone else keep around things they like to pee in? I know everyone probably has a favorite pair of underwear and clothes they like to wet. Mine are a pair of old thick cotton work outshorts that I cut holes in the pockets of to slip my dick out to pee out the side if needed, but mostly I just wear them and pee myself in this very chair at the computer, sitting atop a towel or two and a garbage bag to protect the seat. Sometimes I stuff a towel in the shorts themselves and just continually pee into it until everything below me is sopping wet. I don't really have a diaper fetish (though I

Some WHP videos are like that. They act all desperate and then stand over a mat. Its like come on, put more effort into it, the nature of the thing is to make a mess.

After dinner Kim and Jack started to clean up the dishes on the patio table. At this point the couple was a bottle of wine and several beers in. During the meal the two of them decided to forgo wearing any undergarments or pants. In doing this neither of them needed to get up from their seats if they needed to pee! Anytime the couple needed to pee they would scoot to the edge of their seat and pee directly onto the stone tile below. Most of the evening Jack was peeing hands free, just letting his piss fly where ever his cock was hanging, but at one point alcohol took the better of him and he t

Yeah, this would have been awful for sure. Fun to fantasize about though.

Its a hobby that I've long neglected unfortunately. Last building I explored was an old movie theater in a large state of disrepair. Didn't have a chance to pee in it or anything like that though.

One of my fantasies is getting a like minded girlfriend and go urban exploring (another hobby of mine) and peeing in old buildings.

When I was younger, before I knew I had a pee fetish it would express itself in different ways such as gaining my focus or imagination. Before I knew what sex was I had a vague idea of what a vagina was like and when thinking about a female friend I liked I had feels of wanting to stick my dick inside her and pee. I can also vividly remember waking up one night and thinking, "I've never peed the bed, I wonder what it's like." And proceeded to deliberately wet myself. I also had the naughty idea of wondering what it was like to pee in the sink and climbed up onto the counter and did so. But

One time my buddy's parents were out of town and we invited all of our college buddies to his house. Had a good drunken time and everyone went to bed. One friend got up to go to the bathroom to find another friend just pissing on the fridge. He had a history of sleep walking and alcohol certainly didn't help. The friend that found him asked the peeing friend what he was doing and the pisser simply replied, "Don't worry about it." We all had a good laugh about that one. Especially since I, myself, have peed in places I shouldn't have when drunkenly sleep walking.

“Are we going to the usual spot,” asked Kim, referring to a small waterfall deep in the woods behind their property. They both had changed into swimwear as to enjoy the cool water on the hot summer day. Kim changed into a dark blue one-piece swimsuit she used to swim laps in her school's pool. Kim relished the tightness of the one-piece admiring the taught form of her breasts practically bulging out of the material and the smooth form of her mound erupting from her crotch as she pulled her grey athletic shorts over her tight bottom. Jack threw on his white board-shorts and a t-shirt. Donning f