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Just a random thought for today.... 

Assuming you have not witnessed or had any prior knowledge of said pee taking place.... How would discovering a pool of someone else's piss make you feel? Would it bother you in any way? Would it make you feel aroused, amused, happy, curious, angry, or something entirely different? 

 

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One cold winter morning there was a puddle of fresh pee on the carpet in the hallway of my office building. At the time I was worried about getting to work so I didn't think much of it.

Later a co-worker told us she saw a homeless male stuck in the building who must have been the culprit. We had to endure the stench for weeks as the hallway was very poorly ventilated.

For me that's probably the least arousing circumstances. A homeless man sneaking into an office building for warmth, getting trapped in when the doors locked for the night, and doing what humans have to do. But it may be different for others.

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13 minutes ago, Foobar said:

One cold winter morning there was a puddle of fresh pee on the carpet in the hallway of my office building. At the time I was worried about getting to work so I didn't think much of it.

Later a co-worker told us she saw a homeless male stuck in the building who must have been the culprit. We had to endure the stench for weeks as the hallway was very poorly ventilated.

For me that's probably the least arousing circumstances. A homeless man sneaking into an office building for warmth, getting trapped in when the doors locked for the night, and doing what humans have to do. But it may be different for others.

Personally, I'd agree Foobar. Though, as you say, may be different for others. 

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If I found someone's puddle of urine, then I would definitely think that most likely someone needed to relieve themselves urgently and since I am loyal to this, it would not cause me anger or disgust. Not knowing exactly who left the puddle, I would have experienced neutral feelings, but I would really hope that it was left by a woman. But if I understood that this puddle was guaranteed to be left by a woman or a lass, for example, if there was a tissue or piece of used toilet paper lying next to puddle, as a "business card" that this puddle is of female origin, then I would experience strong excitement.

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 I actually did notice one outside the St. James' quarter in Edinburgh a few months ago, (to clarify, I'm not from Edinburgh - I'd never reveal my location online- I was only there for a weekend) judging from the splash pattern I'd guess it was from a female (or someone with a vagina - gotta be inclusive towards the trans community). It was also earlier than you'd expect to see something like that, (between 20:00 and 21:00) but it was dark. On the one hand I did feel gutted I missed it, but on the other hand, apparently this area is a popular hang out spot among teenagers so there is the possibility it was made by a minor, I was also with some friends so I couldn't really stick around to see if there any other women peed there. 

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8 hours ago, Let_It_Go said:

Just a random thought for today.... 

Assuming you have not witnessed or had any prior knowledge of said pee taking place.... How would discovering a pool of someone else's piss make you feel? Would it bother you in any way? Would it make you feel aroused, amused, happy, curious, angry, or something entirely different? 

 

Piss should always remind me of someone special to be intriguing... I'm so sentimental person... 😜

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I used to live near a house occupied by young adults who frequently had huge parties. The house had two bathrooms. The toilet upstairs was always broken and the landlord was awful about coming out to fix it. But you had to go through two bedrooms to get to the downstairs bathroom. After one too many guests violated the bedrooms, the two guys who shared them put a lock on the door. After that, one of the two would take turns with the key, escorting small groups of girls to the bathroom. The guys were told to piss outside. And eventually, most of the girls gave up waiting for the key master and started going outside also. The house next door had a detached garage behind it, which became known as "the girls bathroom." My bad allergies got me in the habit of always carrying packages of tissues. One of my female friends knew this, and would always come to me for tissues before going behind the garage to pee. Word soon spread to our other female friends. And soon I was known as the designated toilet paper distributor. At the end of the night I would pee behind the garage before going home and see all the wet issues strewn about.

But the winter was the best. Winter left scores of foot prints accompanied by great pools of yellow snow. The patterns made my heart race. Sometimes they would be between the footprints, sometimes out front and sometimes behind. Trying to imagine who made which impression? And how they positioned themselves to produce their patterns was incredibly arousing to me. 

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