gldenwetgoose 20,304 Posted October 11, 2023 Share Posted October 11, 2023 (Discussion around desperation, wetting, peeing and wet sex) Hi Peefans - I've got a question for you, I need you to hit me up with your best suggestions. It's Lisa here, and I'm typing on Mike's Peefans account, hope that's not against any rules. You'll know him better as WetKinksterM. Anyway - you may have read my Wet Carpet letter recently, such a thrill to have it published. It was the one where we were getting the bus home and he got seriously aroused because of a couple of drunk girls bursting for a wee. When we got home I deliberately pee'd my panties all over his hand and he absolutely loved it. Turns out we've both got the kink. In fact that was about the time he joined Peefans, can't believe it was nearly four months ago. I'm typing on his phone whilst he's driving. We're heading to a woodland lodge in Scotland for the weekend. We left the motorway about an hour ago and he reckons we should be there in less than an hour. I'm hoping so, I could do with a wee now. I reckon I'll be absolutely frantic when we get there, hoping it doesn't take long to collect the keys. So I might suggest we stop on the road somewhere - we haven't seen another car for ages. Now my question to you. Where and how should I pee over the weekend? I want your ideas. He's already told me it's going to be a no-toilet weekend as far as possible so that's sounding good. But I'd like some really kinky ideas of how we can make the best of every moment. The boot is stacked with drinks and I've brought lots of clothes. Everything from a couple of naughty costumes, to denim dungarees. Skirts, shorts, naughty and nice underwear, a couple of my little buzzy toys and some restraints too. So it really is a case of anything is possible - come up with your best shots and you never know, we'll pick our favourites and let you know how it turns out. Hit me up with your best ideas. 1 Link to post
wetwulf 3,198 Posted October 11, 2023 Share Posted October 11, 2023 40 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said: Hit me up with your best ideas. I think you should walk around the lodge wearing your skirt with no panties, and any time the urge strikes, just letting it go nonchalantly. I'll bet Mike would especially appreciate this when you're just relaxing with him on the sofa and you just pee right there next to him on the sofa. Another sexy idea is to wear your shorts and try pulling the crotch aside and just letting your pee go while sitting, standing, or squatting, even if it makes a mess. Is the bed off limits? It is a relaxing weekend getaway, so maybe you won't feel like getting out of bed to go to the restroom? You could just wet the bed. Or hang your butt over the edge of the bed and pee on the floor? I could think of more, but I'll let others come up with some ideas. Link to post
Lutab 1,017 Posted October 17, 2023 Share Posted October 17, 2023 If there are any bookshelves in the lodge go up to one and soak the books with you stream. 1 Link to post
Sophie 23,225 Posted October 17, 2023 Share Posted October 17, 2023 On 10/11/2023 at 3:45 PM, gldenwetgoose said: I've brought lots of clothes. Hi Lisa! I think you should try and soak as many of those clothes as possible. Bonus points for being adventurous with your wettings. Can you do a handstand? Link to post
Popular Post gldenwetgoose 20,304 Posted October 18, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 18, 2023 Hi again all - and sorry about the delay. Obviously mobile phone coverage hasn't got as far as the wilds of Scotland yet. Thanks for your suggestions @wetwulf @Lutab and @Sophie - I've only seen them now, after getting home but hopefully great minds were thinking alike. Let me tell you about our weekend. Firstly remember my last message - Mike was driving through Scotland and me sort of needing a wee. That worked out pretty well... About half an hour had passed since I'd posted that and I was literally wondering about asking Mike to stop the car when he said to me "I'm just going to turn off here". Ok, maybe he's not a complete mindreader, after all I did have a hand tucked between my legs and I was squirming a bit. He turned off the main road onto a little narrow lane and I was thinking he was going to stop and let me wee in the grass or sitting on a rock. "Babe, I really do need a wee now" I said and Mike replied something about me turning him on, but didn't stop driving. I didn't know if he was just trying to prolong my desperate state. Anyway, another mile of torture down the road and he finally pulled onto a grassy spot at the side of the road. Looking around the place looked a bit familiar somehow. Mike had wasted no time in grabbing his camera and scooting round to the road, as I looked round he was literally kneeling in the middle of the road taking photos of the view. I opened my door and stepped out... "I thought you were bringing me somewhere to let me pee" I asked him, and he replied "Don't you recognise this place - it's the road from Skyfall, you know the Bond movie". He had a point and that's why I half recognised the place, but seriously! My bladder by this point was screaming for relief and part of me wanted to be annoyed at him, but the other part of me suddenly had an idea. "So if you're going be be Bond, then shall I be Pissy Galore ? or perhaps Miss Spendapenny ?" I definitely wasn't going to hang about, I strode across and stood in the middle of the road right in front of him with my feet apart. Even as I did so I could feel a dribble of wee soaking into and warming my panties. Standing in front of him as he knelt on the road I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down a few inches to give a clear view of my freshly shaved slit. "Am I licensed to thrill" I asked as I relaxed my bladder and let a swhooshing flood of pee jet out of me, splashing and pooling for a moment my lowered panties before it soaked down the legs of my jeans. The feeling was amazing, and I didn't want it to stop, just flooding out of me and trickling down the road behind me. I made sure Mike got some photos too, just for our eyes only. It's not everyday you get to enjoy a moment like that. Alas the moment was over though as my bladder emptied. And not a moment too soon either, it seems the road is quite popular as a photo destination. Luckily as the next car of tourists arrived I was sitting back in the car with my soaked jeans and panties on the floor in the footwell. By the time we arrived at the lodge, @wetwulf you'll be pleased to know I was wearing a skirt and no panties. And I'd begun to feel full enough to wee again. Let me tell you all about that next time. 1 1 4 Link to post
glad1 2,605 Posted October 18, 2023 Share Posted October 18, 2023 Loved those Bond references, Pissy Galore, licensed to thrill.... That brought to my mind another absolute classic story I read on here. Something about hanging out with certain 60's British rock group and watering stones. @Eliminature You may not be here, but you're definitely not forgotten. Now, you've certainly, er, wet my interest to hear more about the adventures of Lisa and Mike. 1 1 1 Link to post
wetwulf 3,198 Posted October 18, 2023 Share Posted October 18, 2023 2 hours ago, gldenwetgoose said: Let me tell you all about that next time. I am looking forward to it. 1 Link to post
Popular Post gldenwetgoose 20,304 Posted October 27, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 27, 2023 I promised to tell you more didn't I... and here it is. Sorry about the delay, I have to be in a naughty mood to write about my pee exploits and right now I'm in that mood. Probably helps I'm bursting again. Let's see how far I get on. So, headline news is I think I peed in the toilet once, and that was, well because I needed the toilet if you get my drift. We won't dwell on that. Anyway, so we arrived with me wearing a skirt and no panties. When we arrived I was ready for a wee. First release was perhaps the most daring and I'll tell you about that first. Before we could check in to the lodge we had to sign in at reception. Mike was standing signing the paperwork and that sort of stuff and I was getting bored. And feeling naughty. Off to one side of the desk was a sort of tourist information corner with leaflets and maps. There was a bookshelf there as a sort of lending library too. I went over there and pretended to browse around, crouching down to look at some of the books on the bottom shelf. I turned to face Mike, opening my legs and flashing at him with a deliberate upskirt view. Then turned back to the bookshelf. It wasn't exactly planned, but on the bottom shelf, hidden away - 50 Shades. Obviously I just had to pick it out, randomly flip through it and then let a quick spurt of wee out onto it's pages. But only a quick spurt before I popped it back on the shelf. Sorry @Lutab that's as close as I got to a library piss. The rest of that bladder was saved for the lodge itself where I carefully christened each part of it - dribbles on the doormat and a longer spurt onto the carpet in the living room. Then scanning around the kitchen area, I decided to hop onto the counter top and release a gush that resonated loudly off the metal sink drainer. This immediately caught Mike's attention, both him and the bulge in his pants springing up like a meercat. The effect it had on him was incredible, before I knew it we were in the bedroom, he was pulling him on top of him - one knee either side of him and his rough denim jeans fly massaging my clit. The feeling was incredible, although less so the sharp point of his belt snagging me. I yanked his belt and button open, pulled his jeans apart and took up my position again. Within a few seconds his hard cock had slipped high inside me and being on top I could take control leaning back to target the thrusts on my G-spot. Before I knew it we were rapidly heading towards our first orgasm of the trip and his first golden shower orgasm. Yes, as the waves of pleasure hit me I completely relaxed everything and the remaining pee in my bladder gushed out. There was far more than I imagined, it soaked him, his jeans, my skirt, and a patch nearly two feet round on the bed. But it was amazing though, even if he was a little unimpressed at his clothes being soaked. I say he was a little unimpressed - that was Friday night, and Saturday morning he was still in a bit of a mood. We actually ended up arguing about it, somehow in his mind it seems he's fine with the idea of a girl being desperate enough to have to pee at a bus stop, or wetting herself and getting thoroughly soaked. That's sexy, but not with his clothes getting wet at all. Talk about one rule for him. I may have said a few unladylike things, I may have stormed into the bedroom and tipped out all the clothes from his bag - I may have put his boxer shorts on, all three pairs he'd brought all at the same time. And I may have stood in front of him and pissed in them all. Well why the f&&& not. That could have gone two ways - and as it was, seeing my wee trickling down my legs had the right effect and we were soon under the duvet again, no clothes to get wet this time. Another orgasm or two later and with the pillow talk we came up with what turned out to be the best moment of the weekend - a holding contest. So then, a holding contest. In his mind proving that having a dick and not talking about feelings, not squealing and giggling 'Oooh I need a wee' somehow makes you stronger and better able to hold. And of course the truth being that us ladies always have to hold for far longer, since we can't just whip it out and piss anywhere. So we made sure we started from a level playing field. His and hers pees, him standing in front of the toilet with his pissing cock just on my eyeline as I hung my bum over the bathtub and tinkled a gentle stream towards the plughole. We both strained to make sure every drop was gone. Both of our bladders equally empty. Then we both got dressed. Of course, I'd soaked every pair of pants he'd brought and he definitely didn't appreciate me giggling at him as I insisted he put on my pair of skimpy pink briefs with little hearts on them. They'd be hidden under his jeans of course. And I had a pair of black tights on with cutoff denim shorts hugging my bum. Then because it was a holding contest, the extra touch was getting two lengths of cord out of my bag and fashioning two belts with equally tightly fastened knots. That would deter either of us from quickly undoing the knot. And also from the dressing up bag... a pair of handcuffs. His wrist in one side and mine in the other, just to make sure neither of us could sneak off to pee without the other knowing. Then it was a waiting game - quite literally. We drank the same sized glasses of water and then a can of lager each. We waited. I could feel the beginnings of a light pressure in my bladder but nothing else. Then we agreed we should up the stakes, going for a walk and away from the solitude of the lodge. We walked around the site, following footpaths without any care really. We'd brought a couple of cans out each and were sipping on them together. Eventually we found ourselves walking past the campfire pit where two figures were crouched by a tiny flickering flame. It turned out to be two of our lodge neighbours, two cute girls who I figured were probably an item. They asked if we knew how to make a campfire and before we knew it we were all sitting around a slightly better looking fire chatting away. Obviously the handcuffs were a talking point, and one of the girls asked about our matching red cord belts - they were a bit unusual after all. Mike blushed and that made me all the more enthusiastic in explaining our current pee holding challenge. I'd sort of almost forgotten about the need to pee but focussing my mind on it, realised actually I was pretty full. I guessed Mike was too, although of course he wasn't showing it. I must admit though it was quite fun talking to these two girls, one was definitely a lot more 'girly' than the other - the other evidently had no qualms about 'pissing' wherever and generally whenever the need struck and the other just said she'd always hold until she got home. We had quite a detailed chat which I knew Mike was enjoying. Lots of stories of desperation, some naughty places to pee, emergencies and accidents... Before we knew it the fire was dwindling down, there were empty beer cans at our feet, I was absolutely bursting for a pee, Mike was jiggling his leg so I knew he was too. The two girls both looked like they also were ready to go, so we made our goodbyes, picking up the litter and walking back down the path. Away from the fire there was a chill in the air that was like a punch to the bladder. Every breath in was cold and made me want to wee more. I knew Mike was holding himself as we walked. Then to cap it all, somehow we got lost, we found ourselves full circle back at the campfire - needing to piss more than ever. "You know what" said Mike "I'm about to piss myself, I've got no more clothes to wear - you can have the win here" and with that he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Guess the cord didn't make much difference for him. The other thing was, I was still handcuffed to him and he was holding his jeans fly with one hand which meant as he started to piss it was all over my hand. I swivelled my wrist around and placed my hand on his, fingers interlocking with his as he felt the pulsing of his pee. Eventually he finished. "Does that feel better?" I asked, as he put himself away. "My turn now" Of course, by this point I was pretty frantic, I'd been holding all night, had been drinking lager and now standing still in the cold air and listening to him pee. I reached down to undo my fly and top button, with horror finding that damned cord around my jeans belt loops. Frantically I started pulling at it with my free hand, and yanking the handcuffed hand over too. The handcuff made things a million times worse of course as I fumbled with the cord. And then the inevitable. That feeling where it seems like your entire urethra is swelling with pee and then starts to leak, a tiny dribble that somehow tracks backwards soaking into clothing. Then another. I could do nothing but clamp my hands, and by proxy Mike's hand over my crotch. I stood stationary, biting my lip, holding back the flood. A moment passed, and a moment more before I whispered "Fuck" and relaxed. Of course the feeling was amazing. Hotness flooded my slit, engulfed my bum and spread across the backs of my legs down to my feet. I could feel warmth tracking up my bum and my belly, across into the pocket lining of my shorts, Drips, trickles gave way to a swooshing gush as I pushed hard to expel all that my bladder held. Mike's hand was still pressing, but now the pressure was forcing the wet seam of my shorts onto my clitoris, cushioned by the tights and much more comforting than his jeans had been before. That and the flood of pee made me almost orgasm there and then... And I'm sure you can imagine the rest... That wasn't the last fun or naughty pee of the weekend. But it was certainly the best. Hope that's ticked enough boxes @wetwulf and @Sophie, we didn't go home with many dry clothes between us one way or another. PS. Handstands you say too Sophie, I used to love doing those as a kid... I'm pretty sure I could still do. And I know exactly where your naughty mind is. Shall we try them together sometime? 1 6 Link to post
wetwulf 3,198 Posted October 28, 2023 Share Posted October 28, 2023 Thank you for this! I hope you have more to share with us. Link to post
Lutab 1,017 Posted October 29, 2023 Share Posted October 29, 2023 Sounds like a great time 🙂 Link to post
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