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On 7/5/2022 at 1:35 PM, Bacardi said:

Mine came about after my little brother peed on my carpet. I was so young and couldn't believe that peeing on the floor was an option (even tho he got in trouble for it lol). I wondered if i could do it too, and from that day forward I was into peeing on the floor!

You couldn't believe that peeing on the floor was an option? That made me laugh out loud. But didn't you and your brother get in trouble for peeing on the floor after that?

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2 hours ago, Takashi96 said:

You couldn't believe that peeing on the floor was an option? That made me laugh out loud. But didn't you and your brother get in trouble for peeing on the floor after that?

He never did and I never got caught whenever I tried, which wasn't often.

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I had no sexy introduction to interest in peeing though I wish I had. My mother would never let me see her pee, but my father was very open about it. I remember him and I both peeing into the same toilet together. At our summer place it was natural and expected to pee anywhere outdoors, but again, I never saw my mother do it. My first naughty pees were against my bedroom wall at about age 6-7, for which I was scolded. I guess I was accustomed to peeing on so many different things outdoors that I assumed it was OK.

I never peed on carpets back then. Maybe if I had it would not have been detected as quickly!

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I don't think there was ever any kind of incident for me.  I was interested in the idea of girls peeing from about the age of 6 I think.  I remember fantasizing, around that age,  about going into the girls toilets at school to watch them.  I never did anything about that,  and never told anyone.   In 1964 society had very strict rules about how children should behave,   and it was much safer to keep silent and obey all the rules, rather than to speak and risk a beating.

My love for the idea of giving cunnilingus came into being somewhere around the age of 12,  and again there was no actual event that created the desire in me.  It just came out of nowhere.  I never saw anyone doing it,  and had never seen even soft porn at that age.  I didn't even hear that some women liked to have their pussies licked until maybe age 15 or 16,  and didn't dare try it myself until 17.   I do remember though that a lot of my excitement about it in those early days came from the thought of kissing a girl's "pee place." When it finally did happen for me,   my girlfriend's beautiful pee scents and flavours after she had been to the toilet were even more wonderful than I had imagined,  and discovering that women enjoyed being kissed down there and could have orgasms from it was like a miracle.

So,  while there was no incident that gave me the idea originally,  I think that gorgeous experience of smelling and tasting her urine while I kissed my girlfriend's pussy absolutely confirmed me as a pee fan for life.

 

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Not making it to a toilet on a road trip and wetting myself in my car in a car park made me realise I enjoy that side of things. I also remember seeing a photo in a magazine of a woman peeing on another woman which made in look more and then I was hooked

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When I was 9 or 10. I was playing with a girl outside and she said she had to go pee but her parents told her if she comes in she has to stay in so she sat on the dirt parking lot and had her pants down and started peeing. She told me not to look so I didn't then she got up and went back to playing and I seen her pee spot. We kept playing and I kept going back to her pee spot and kept smelling it.

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I know that I've always been interested in watching girls pee.   There was one occasion at school when one of my classmates waited too long, lost control and wet herself standing next to me in the playground.  I just stared, fascinated to watch the pee running down her legs and splattering into the growing puddle.

On holiday in my teens I saw a girl squat in the shallow water at the seaside.  Suddenly I realised that I was watching her piss through her swimming costume.  That was a trigger point.  After that I started to watch out for girls peeing at the beach.  As there were no toilets at the beaches we went to, I would see a few peeing in their swimsuits most days.  

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On 11/1/2022 at 1:38 PM, Kirby23 said:

the movie "Goonies" as a kid, and being intrigued by the scene where they all have to pee, and wishing they showed more of the "girls room."

Same here! That said, I think this scene was considered kind of graphic for its time

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2 hours ago, The99Club said:

Same here! That said, I think this scene was considered kind of graphic for its time

Same here. Except they didn't show a second of the "girls room." The girls just went around a corner and off screen. Gave little kid me the impression that however girls do it outside of a bathroom must be too unsettling for the public? 

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On 7/5/2022 at 4:29 PM, DannyRomand said:

Hi.

I read that pee is a fetish that is most often triggered by something specific, even if it's not until years later that you realise where it came from.

Interested to know whether you can pinpoint a moment that set you off on this path. 

Here is my story which I'm sure (alongside another which I have written about previously) led to my fascination.

As I said, love to hear your thoughts and your experience - 

My parents used to have some friends who had kids the same ages as myself and my older sister. Every few months we'd go over to their house. Our parents would go out for dinner, and us teenagers would stop in to watch videos, eat sweets etc.

Later on, the older siblings went off to university, leaving just me and their daughter of the same age.

At the time, as teenagers we were into playing video games, so we spent hours doing that. Their daughter used to love them and really couldn't stop giggling as we were playing. 

She'd complain every now and again that her giggling got so bad that she would wet herself a little, and occasionally she'd have to go off and change her pants where she had leaked.

I remember one time her asking me to look to see if she had wet herself, and bending over in front of me in her jeans so that I could tell her if she had.

Looking back, I think she was coming on to me (I think she was probably a bit more mature than me) but at the time I didn't really realise so took the request to look at face value. Nevertheless it was quite amazing to have a girl of my age stand in front of my and ask me to look at her bum.

I said that it was impossible to see through the thick material, so with a little daring she pulled the top of her jeans down over her ass.

I can still vividly remember that sight, first time, her pink comfortable cotton knickers, her legs pressed together so the bulge of her panty covered pussy poked out from under her ass. She had leaked pee slightly so that area was darker and moist, and a damp patch was making it's way along the groove, then slightly off to one side.

It was an amazing sight for a young lad, and both perfectly innocent that there was such a fetish.

Thinking about the missed opportunity still hurts me. Especially since that was one of the last time I saw her. Our parents were less friendly for whatever reason, and we at the ages where we stopped coming along anyway.

As far back as i can remember, even before i started school, i lived with my widowed grandma on weekdays, as my parents worked, and i followed her everywhere, even when she used the toilet.

She did' nt stop me watching her, and i found the sound ,and the view " interesting".

Not that it was sexual at the time, but as i grew up, i remembered...and the fetish grew with me.

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7 hours ago, jeffpicard said:

As far back as i can remember, even before i started school, i lived with my widowed grandma on weekdays, as my parents worked, and i followed her everywhere, even when she used the toilet.

She did' nt stop me watching her, and i found the sound ,and the view " interesting".

Not that it was sexual at the time, but as i grew up, i remembered...and the fetish grew with me.

I had much of the same experiences in the 1960s with mature women who would come to out home for weekly meetings. 

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I also remember another incident when I was in school. I went to a catholic school and we were probably in 5th grade and we had an assignment to do and everyone was quiet and all of a sudden we heard this splashing on the floor and I looked up and the girl in front of me just peed in her pants while sitting on her chair at her desk. Nobody said anything but the teacher came over to her and said oh Reanne why didn’t you say something that you needed to go to the bathroom. She just started crying and the teacher sent her to the nurse and they called her Mother and her mother came to school to bring her a change of pants and she was back in class after lunch. No one ever said anything to her or ever teased her about it and now I think back I thought that was really nice. At the time I didn’t think anything of it but now I would I think that probably was one of many incidents that attributed to my fetish. 

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I've been fascinated by peeing since I was around 8, I've never liked using toilet and have always tried to find a place to pee avoiding the toilet whenever possible. My first pee experience was in a gas station bathroom, I purposely aimed for the floor/wall, same thing at urinals. I usually still do this, but I'll also pee in an alley, elevator, public transportation, ect.

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I have posted my story before. It started at about 9-11 years old. This was in the late 60s. Mine just had to do with listening to ladies pee. My mom hosted weekly meetings of the local womens club. 10-12 ladies would show up most more mature some even 50-60. All wore those long dresses and skirts. My bedroom was right next to the bathroom which shared the other guest room. So it had a door to each room. The walls were paper thin and the toilet was right next to the door to my bedroom. We had a long hallway with wooden floors do I would hear the clicking of the heels. Sometimes the clicking would be very fast meaning that the woman was most likely really needing to pee. I would listen to everything and try to imagine what was happening. The bathroom door would open. She would walk in close the door and lock it. She would walk across the large bathroom to the toilet which was near my door. I would hear dresses or skirts being lifted. Girdles being lowered. Then the sounds and they varied however many started with a tinkle. Then they would start to hiss, and done were very loud. I think because the hallway was so long they felt like no one heard them. This obviously got me very excited!! I never missed a Thursday night. 

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