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I remember 2 instances of someone wetting themselves when I was about 10 years old.

A kid in my baseball team who though he could hold it till after the game. We were on defense and at some point he asked the umpire for a time out, but just as he did, he said "Too late". Most everyone was laughing at him, but I wasn't. I felt bad for him and wouldn't want something like that to happen to me.

Other was a shy girl in my classroom. She waited too long to ask the teacher, like many of the other posts on this thread! She started crying instead. The teacher asked her why and then realized... She got sent home to change but didn't come back that day. Again, even though I was amused by the situation, I never laughed at her, and not many did.

I guess the desperation part fascinated me, but also the humiliation of wetting in public as everybody knew what just happened.

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I’ve posted before about a childhood memory, I must have been five years old but remember it really clearly. I must have been in reception class or first year of infants and was at my ‘girlfriend’s house after school playing. She disappeared and I went to find her, which I did very quickly - sitting on the toilet with her legs dangling below her. 
There was of course nothing sexual and still isn’t about the memory of that moment, but when I’ve analysed where my fascination with girls peeing cane from I think that must have been key.

However, just recently there’ve been a few threads here discussing peeing in pools and that’s reminded me of a long forgotten memory - the same girl a couple of years later telling me quite openly how she used to enjoy seeing a yellow stream spread from her crotch whilst she swam along on swimming lessons. I’d completely forgotten until now. 

I’m sure both of these were innocent childhood pastimes - but I do like to wonder if they ever went further, or later into life?   I cut of all ties with my school peers for many years, but we are now friends on FB. Both with our own families of course and I don’t see me ever discussing those memories with her.  

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@gldnwetgoose, Too bad you probably won't be able to discuss these childhood memories with her, especially in a public forum, like FB. It would be interesting if you could work it into a private phone conversation with her.

I have one or two similar childhood memories, which I am certain I won't be able to pursue. On the other hand, I am still fortunate enough to be in private phone contact with a former gf, with whom I had a full-on, "wet" relationship, for more then ten years, and a semi-platonic woman friend, who once told me a very erotic pee story, from her own childhood, in Europe. My former gf is quite open with me about her peeing, and has told me about some recent wetting incidents, in detail. I plan to explore some mutual memories with her soon. I also plan to remind my semi-platonic friend about the story she told me, and ask her for details, when she seems to be in a receptive and sexy mood. 

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I know what you mean @Dr.P - but on this one I'm happy to leave it dormant...  for the foreseeable at least.  We were very close friends all the way through the innocent days of primary school, and when high school came about were in different classes - I wasn't one of the cool kids, socially inept and in those teenage years (with the pressure not to associate with uncool kids) we didn't have much contact. We still knew each other of course through school and college but didn't interact at all.

Now with the passage of time and growing into adulthood the uncool kids have become (apparently) normal and Facebook reunions taken place - she has her husband and kids, I have my wife and family.  We like each other's posts, commiserate the passing away of each others' parents who we knew as kids.  We haven't really conversed on any sort of level where childhood peeing could enter a normal conversation and much less any discussion about modern day fetish.   Who knows though - the door is never locked, just closed at the moment.

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@gldenwetgoose,  That's a very rational way to look at it. And you're leaving it open ended, just in case something should arise. I've found that remaining alert to unexpected possibilities is very important. 

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I can remember being about 8-9 myself and another girl played show me yours, I'll show you mine.  Well I had her go first and she took off her bottoms and showed me hers & then peed.  I of course chickened out. I'm pretty sure that's where/when my fetish began.

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Mine happened later in life because my family discouraged outdoor peeing, when I was 17 my female cousin introduced me to it. 

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I posted my experience on another thread. I grew up in India where peeing outdoor for ladies was an accepted norm even though the society in general was tight ass prudes stuck in Victorian era morality and hypocrisy. However it was very normal to see a lady squatted and doing her best to be discreet at bus stands, parking lots etc. especially during large gatherings. It never ever raised my curiosity till at twelve I came across the very pretty young woman peeing at a picnic spot. She had just gone inside some bushes in the middle of the ground but being winters the vegetation was sparse so basically no privacy in the bright afternoon sun. I noticed her leave her group and head for the bushes and go inside. That got my interest somehow as I had seen the young woman with her group earlier and she was quite a stunner to look at and from her clothing I could make out she was newly married.

I decided to do a casual walk by the bushes and as I approached I saw her quickly undo her lowers and lower herself down to a squat. As I got closer I noticed she was squatted low to the ground with her legs spread wide and at the distance I was in, everything was fully visible and it was a sight thats forever etched on my mind forty years back and probably introduced me to the exciting world of female outdoor pee. It was the first time I had a full female anatomy lesson and that too from a very pretty young woman. She had a totally unshaved and very hairy pussy and because of the way she was squatted with her legs spread wide her source of pee was all visible shooting out from the long strands of hair that was already drenched. 

 

 

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1 hour ago, Eliminature said:



I just remember thinking "Why did no one ever teach me how to do that before? I can do it just as well as a boy." I carried on doing this and got better with practice. As a teenager, I was bullied into sitting like the other girls at school. However, when I reached the age of eighteen and moved out of my parents' home, I got back into it and I've never looked back.

Iam sorry to hear that you were bullied into sitting again. Very glad to hear you started doing what you like to do, you've cleary mastered the art of pissing while standing lol

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21 hours ago, speedy3471 said:

Iam sorry to hear that you were bullied into sitting again. Very glad to hear you started doing what you like to do, you've cleary mastered the art of pissing while standing lol

Thank you, Speedy. Yes. I do prefer it this way. 

It was a drag being bullied into sitting down, but those days are behind me now. ☺ Kids can be cruel. 

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Like so many of us here, I find the origins of my love of peeing (both watching the opposite sex peeing and them watching me pee) started in early childhood too...

My first memory i reckon was when i was around the age of 5 or 6. I often used to go and play with a girl of my age who lived across the road and I have two very clear memories..
I remember us playing in her room alone together and for some reason her insisting that we take turns peeing into a plastic pot that she had in her toy cupboard. I was more than happy to take part.
It felt a bit naughty and also strangely nice!
An even stronger memory is of the same girl inviting me to follow her into the toilet and her being happy to let me watch as she sat on the toilet with legs open and pee'd.
What I cant recall from these occasions is that conversations that led to these peeing episodes. I would love to be able to remember who initiated it and how they went about it.

Fast forward a couple of years later when i was about 10 and had moved house and i remember another girl who lived in our road being more than happy to respond to my request to watch her
pee when we went over to an area of wasteland near our houses. She was wearing a skirt and she squatted in front of me, pulled her knickers to one side pee'd a long stream for me while
I watched eagerly! I think even by then i was slightly addicted!

I think its a fascinating subject; the origins of our love of peeing and that fact that it does so often originate often from some very specific childhood experiences.
It makes me think (i) did the people who we each shared these experiences with also grown up to have the same fascination with peeing that they largely had to then keep secret too and (ii) I cant help  feeling that maybe there is a far greater proportion of the adult population that is turned on by peeing in whatever form they prefer than we realise!..i say that because most people seem to recall early childhood experiences of us all revealing ourselves to other playmates in various forms... it seems! 

When I had my first girlfriends (and i thought i was a bit of a freak for my desire to engage in peeing as part of sex) i would not have dreamed of saying it was something i wanted to do. Instead
it was just something that I fantisized about while i had (mainly) a rather 'vanilla' sex life. However in the last 10 years or so, i've realised i am not as alone as i once thought
and now my approach is that it i see it as essential to share with a girlfriend from quite early on what turns each of us on and what our 'kinks' are! Its essential I think... life's too
short not to! As a result of my later more 'upfront' approach, its led to a much more exciting sex life with any girl i've gone out with.... including what was an amazing 'grown up' version
on one occasion of the 'following her into the toilet to watch' episode that I recalled above in early childhood... but that's another story if anyone is interested for the 'Real encounters and experiences' section of this forum.. 
if anyone is interested! 

James. 

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My earliest memory was when my parents were driving some other kids and me to various places. I remember after coming out of the book store, everyone got in the station wagon. we got on the street and one girl in the back of the station wagon complained she had to pee. There was nowhere to stop she kept saying it louder and louder "I have to pee!" My dad said "just go there, ok" I was in the back seat peering back to the back of the station wagon as she wet herself. Her pee cascading out of her jean shorts onto the car.

I remember thinking it was naughty bad and wrong that she did that! But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was very young so I didn't know what to do about it at the time. It was actually very frustrating.

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I have already posted my first, earliest pee memories here, so I won't repeat them. But here is another, that I remembered very recently.

This one is from my younger years, although by no means my first. It took place when I was in my last year of high school, probably 17 or 18 years old, and was working half-time in a furniture store, as a truck driver's helper and part time janitor. It was a family business, and one middle-aged, but attractive woman worked there, in sales. She was not part of the family. The store had a single-user bathroom for the use of the customers and employees.

One day, there were no customers in the store, so I decided to clean the bathroom, which was part of my job. The door was closed, as it always was, and I didn't bother to knock, assuming that it was empty, and simply pushed the door open. I met resistance, so I pushed harder, opening it wider, and was greeted by a scene, very similar to this, a very attractive woman, sitting on the toilet, audibly tinkling in it, with her beautiful bare thighs pressed tightly together, her dress lifted all the way up, exposing her upper thighs, and her panties at or below her knees. I couldn't see her pubic hair, or her stream, but it was still a very erotic picture to my young mind, in that time, the late 1950's, because many women peed in that very modest style. Most of them didn't lift their dresses quite so high, but allowed them to cover their thighs, midway to their knees. I wondered why she lifted her dress so high, and I was amazed at how smooth, beautiful, and hairless her thighs were. I really wanted to touch them.

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I couldn't see her face, and she couldn't see me, at all, because the door was solid wood, completely opaque, and I hadn't opened it far enough for her to see  any part of me, including my face. She pushed harder on the door, defending her privacy, and I backed off, allowing her to close it. She didn't say anything, and I didn't apologize, but simply moved away from the door, quickly and silently, went to the back of the store, and busied myself doing something else. I stayed away from the area of the bathroom, for the rest of that day.

I wasn't sure if the woman I had seen was the attractive sales lady, or perhaps a customer, whom I had not seen enter the store, or even the old boss lady of the family. I was reasonably sure that it was not the latter, because the woman's thighs appeared to be much younger than hers would have been. If it had been her, the truck driver and I would have gotten a lecture from her about knocking before opening the bathroom door, and that never happened. I never saw a customer leave the store, that day. So I think I may have seen the attractive sales lady, pissing, although I couldn't see her stream, but heard her tinkle. She never mentioned the incident to me, or to anyone else in the store, to the best of my knowledge. So I still don't know who I saw, that day.

But I had this beautiful scene indelibly imprinted on my mind, forever, and it did have some formative effects upon me, helping to guarantee a lifetime interest in women's peeing, on which I was already hooked. From that time on, I often fantasized about women peeing in that conservative style, on toilets, getting their thighs wet, and spreading their legs to wipe them. I dreamed of being with them in the bathroom, and watching, or helping them wipe.

Dr. P

 

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