Popular Post nygirl 22 Posted May 26 Popular Post Share Posted May 26 My whole kink started by watching my male friends pee outside carelessly when we were young. Usually they would tell me not to look, or would turn their backs. But I could hear and see their marks afterward, imagining what it looked like between their legs. I would feel a tingly, pressure-like feeling down there. I used to think it was also because I needed to pee. I would get wet thinking about it, not knowing what it was, I would think I was leaking pee. That was years before puberty. I was about 10 when I decided to be "naughty" and look back while my friend peed, seeing a penis for the first time. This was probably my sexual awakening. My best friend growing up was a country boy and always pissed anywhere at his convenience outside. Sometimes he would intentionally piss on things. This would drive me wild. I used to be aroused that I couldn't help but rub my clit through my pocket while he did this. I would also pee outside, but not within view. I was shy and remain rather shy. When we were teens, we would often go into New York City. There are almost no bathrooms for public use, so we would sometimes pee in risqué situations after a night of underaged drinking. Subway stations, drains, elevators, etc. Not proud of that, but the memories turn me on. Living in NYC, I see men publicly urinating a lot and it arouses me. If I can get away with it, I stay and watch. It is a turn-off however if the man is unattractive. But if he is, I usually masturbate to the memory as soon as I'm alone. 3 15 4 Quote Link to post
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