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My biography

Pee Stories

Pee stories are a secret passion of mine

I have been writing pee stories ever since I was a teenager. Whether or not it’s allowed to post stories written as a teen, I don’t know. But I don’t have any of these stories on the site anyway. My first pee stories were of course hand-written on a piece of paper. I am a 90’s kid and while we had computers and even laptops, it was not as common to write a story on a computer as it was to hand write a story.

Moreover, computers used to be expensive and belong to parents. Most friends and I used the family computer and while my parents were not as skilled in using the machine, I would not have dared to write a pee story on that computer and save it somewhere on the hard disk. In fact, I did film myself doing pee play at an earlier age than the clips in my pee clipstore, but I never put those on the computer. I just left them on my own camera, which was a little risky as well, but I could remove the “naughty card” whenever someone wanted to borrow the camera.

There was a time when I went to video chat rooms. It was back when we had a really early webcam. I think compared with today’s standards, people would just laugh at the quality. But having a sexy girl in free video chat taking off her clothes while telling you pee stories would still have been pretty exciting, right?

There was a user from America who had a pretty wild night one time. I am sure he never forgot. It was weird for me because I felt that my pee fetish was wrong and taboo. I slowly approached the subject with a pee story, then slowly wet myself on cam and did more for him. Just out of the blue. It was not even a sex chat website, it was just a video chat.

I did do things like these later on as well. I constantly tried to find out if I was weird for getting excited by peeing in naughty places, wetting myself at inappropriate times (yes, I know it’s almost always inappropriate to wet yourself, but I mean like at the dinner table with your first boyfriend’s parents or sitting in church) and playing with pee in my room or in the tub. I always peed when I took a shower and masturbated and I still have to pee today, as soon as I turn on the water.

It has been added to my bodily system. I can also pee on purpose because of all my pee play. I sometimes had to pee at precise moments, like when there was commotion in the train and people would not watch me for a second, but I also learned to hold it quite well. I was shy and usually didn’t dare to ask where a toilet was or interrupt people to leave for the toilet. So I held my pee in for hours and hours and it’s still problematic today, because sometimes when I drink and then hold it, it takes ages for me to become really really desperate to pee.

I have had so many experiences with holding, wetting, peeing, piss play tat I could write pee stories all day. However, I much rather film myself today. I have my own home, my own computer and I can do whatever I want. I learnt through my student time and showing myself peeing and doing pee play on camera, that people out there would not find it weird. They would find it exciting, get aroused by watching me.

That was very arousing to me as well. The first time a guy got his dick out and masturbated to me wetting, I got so horny that I fingered myself in both holes and peed and orgasmed multiple times. I could tell you that story as well, although it’s not a pee story in that sense, but I don’t remember many details. I like to fade off into my fantasy zone and just cum and cum.

I never had a boy or girlfriend into pee with whom I could share any pee stories or pee play. It’s not easy at all to find someone, be it as a male or female. Guys always think it’s easy to find a boy into pee stories or pee / wetting. But I don’t know any girl, me included, that openly asks or admits that she is into pee and both have a super happy pee fucking relationship from there. It’s just a taboo to be into pee.

It’s even a taboo to tell pee stories if they are not in a “funny” context. I want to post more pee stories here, I really do. I might make some room and film less videos and write more, but I have some things going on in my life and my pee clips pay for my rent and bills. You guys are awesome if you get over to my store now and buy something. Watch me, write an email what you thought about me. That kind of behavior arouses me. You can make me really wet when you get a clip, because that makes me feel ashamed and naughty.

Have fun! See you soon 🙂

Biography Part II: Growing Up – First Steps with the Pee Fetish

When I was about 8 years old, I had a period where I loved to pee on the toilet with my panties on. I did this before taking a bath, so that I could go into the bath with the panties on and they wouldn’t smell like pee when my mother found them. The feeling of wetting the panties, and sometimes also other clothes, is also something that still turns me on a bit. I don’t know how often I have done this, but I know I stopped doing it that much, because it was very messy sometimes, because I couldn’t really control where the pee went. When I was really enjoying the pantywetting it would run down my legs and wet the toiletseat and the floor and it would feel too good to stop. Cleaning it up, without getting my parants suspicious, wasn’t easy.

A few years later (I still did the pantywetting on the toilet sometimes) I tried something new for the first time. I was taking a bath and I was lying on my back and I put my legs up in the air, over my head. Then I tried to pee with a stream strong enough to hit my face. That’s how I got peed in the face for the first time and it felt really nice.

It didn’t have the thrill of being very forbitten though. Thats why I also started doing something else around that age. I wet my panties a tiny bit sometimes in the middle of situations with others around me. This gave me a really nice feeling, with shame and excitement. As I got older, I got into puberty and also got a menstrual cycle. Now I was using poise pads sometimes and they gave me a chance to pee more without other people noticing. I especially liked, and still like, thinking to myself that I am going to pee only a very little drop, knowing that I will pee more, because it will feel so nice. That moment where I go over my own limit, by peeing “too much” feels so nice. I get scared that others might notice the pee and then I get scared that they notice me being scared. I loved to do this at the dinnertable when I was about 13 years old. At home with just panties and pants. I remember how I went to the toilet afterwards, feeling so afraid that my parents or brother would see a stain in my pants, because I thought I had definitely peed too much. The relief of seeing that the pee hadn’t come all the way trough the jeans was always huge and it felt very nice to keep wearing the peed pants and panties afterwards. I also remember one time wetting a poise pad at the dinnertable with my first boyfriend and his parents. I had decided that I could pee just a very little bit. I felt so naughty doing that, that it really made me want to pee a little bit more and then just one bit more, with a bit more power, so that it would be a little stream and not just a drop. I could feel it getting wet all around my vagina. I was so afraid about how my pants might be wet when I got up, but I couldn’t get up yet, we were still eating. And the poise pad sucked up all the pee it started to feel dryer. This made me believe that I hadn’t peed too much after all. And still all excited because of the thrill, I peed a bit again. The poise pad sucked it up again and I peed a bit more. The pad sucked it up again. All the peeing in little bits had really made me need to pee. I thought I could pee just one little bit more, but then… I couldn’t control how much came out as good as before. I peed much more than I intented to and the pad didn’t suck it all up. I set at the table feeling the wettness around my vagina and ass the rest of the dinner. I got so afraid and ashamed, that it turned me off a bit. But I didn’t want to give into that. I wanted to go back to the nice feeling from before. I decided to pee a little bit more, as I was almost certain that the pee would be showing after getting up anyways. I peed and I could feel how a small puddle of pee developed on the completely saturated pad. Shortly after that, everyone had finished eating and I went to the toilet as fast as I could, looking down to the floor because my face felt as if it was as red as a tomato, I thought my chair was probably wet, but I didn’t take any time to look at it, as I wanted to get out of the room while the others were still busy with cleaning up the table so that they maybe wouldn’t look at me. At the toilet I first had to breathe. When I took my pants down, I found out that it wasn’t that bad after all. The pad was competely soaked of course, but the jeans hadn’t really let the pee through. There was only a very little spot, that you wouldn’t see if you didn’t look for it. Still, I felt very ashamed about not being able to control my own behavior out of hornyness.

The panty peeing was something I did for years. I also wanted to pee a bit in my panties in the classroom in highschool. I tried lots of times, but I never really did. I couldn’t do it without showing it in my face. And when I thought others could see, I didn’t have the courage to go through with it. I did do it one time later in college though. I still do it sometimes. (Actually, writing about it makes me so excited about it, that I have been peeing little bits while writing this. It feels so nice, I’m peeing more and more…) The only thing is, that now at home, there is no reason for me to be ashamed when I wet myself and in other situations I’m mostely with my baby, beeing a mother. I don’t feel like doing horny things when I’m in my motherrole.

That is why I like making clips and selling them in my store so much, because there are people watching me then, so I do have reason to be ashamed (the “being a whore” selling myself for money part is also something that really turns me on, probably for the same reason.) On the other hand I feel like the visitors of my store are my friends and they understand my fetish, just like you, reading this. That also gives me a nice feeling, sharing my intimate excitement.

When I peed on camera for the first time, I still was a high school girl. I was home alone one night and I was in a horny and experimental mood (writing this, I’m sitting in a big puddle of pee already ). I knew how to get to a sexchat on the computer and that was what I wanted to do. I put on some sexy lingery (using my mothers closet to complete my outfit) and I positioned the webcam so that it wouldn’t show my face. I started a chat with someone, didn’t type or say anything, just stood there in front of the camera and started to finger myself. First with one, then with two fingers quite rough and while I had my fingers in my vagina I started peeing. I felt like this was my chance to do it and I had to use that chance. I peed a big stream, just let it all splash on the floor, where it created a big puddle. The reaction was positive and I felt really nice. I’ve never felt bad about this, but I did feel very much ashamed afterwards. I had a boyfriend at the time (that same boyfriend from the dinnertable) and I told him about fingering myself on webcam. I didn’t tell him about the peeing and I’ve never told him that. I didn’t know that much about my fetish at the time. I was much too shy and I was so ashamed of it.

Even with my next boyfriend (I was 18 years old at that time) I was too shy to say anything. Even though I thought he might like it. I thought that because one time, when we went to the beach, we had sex in the water. He was still inside me when he said “I want to pee inside you” then he laughed and acted like it was a joke (He used to do that all the time; say things, then laugh and say it was a joke and then say that it wasn’t a joke but that it was serious and then say that it was a joke again. He was sooooo annoying and I’m so glad that I’m not together with him anymore. Sorry for writing that. I just have to make sure that if he ever reads this, he doesn’t think that I like remembering having sex with him or being together with him.) This really must have not been a joke, because he even said it again. I don’t remember how I reacted, probably said nothing out of shyness, maybe I even said that he could, but then he said that it causes infection and that he’d better not do it. Although he did not do it, it made me think, but I’ve never had the courage to ask him or tell him about my fetish. Luckily I found someone I did tell about my fetish later and I have some exciting stories about things that we did together. However, I will write about that some other time, because I need to go to bed and I’m getting all cold now, sitting here in my very wet pants and panties.

Biography Part I: Why I am Sinna – The Beginning

My first memories are from when I was a very young girl. Maybe 2 or 3 years old. I could do without diapers at a very young age (my parents told me). What my parents did not know (I believe they never found out) is that I secretly loved to pee on the carpet floor in my childhood bedroom. I can not guarantee that these first memories are completely accurate, because these are such old memories that I am not sure if maybe fantasy might have changed the thoughts that I have of how things truly happened to me. But I will try to describe what I remember as honest as I can.

The first memory that I have of being interested in pee, is a memory of me in the bathtub, playing with a tiny pink dollcup. I was wondering what pee would taste like and I was old enough to know that it would be very naughty to try tasting it. The thought of how naughty it would be, gave me an exiting feeling and that made me want to try it even more. I must have been very young, because my mother was still with me while I was taking a bath. I am not totally sure, but I think I remember how the thought came up in my mind for the first time, when my mother left me alone for a second to go get a towel or something and I wanted to try it then, but I was too afraid that my mother might come back and catch me in the act, so I did not. After that the thought did not leave my head anymore and the next chance that I got, I peed into the small pink cup and put it to my mouth. It smelled quite strongly and because of that, I was a bit afraid to taste it. I tried just a very very very little bit. So little, that I did not know if I really had tasted it after that. So I had to try again. I really did not like the strange salty taste and I had a very guilty feeling after I had done this, but the naughtyness and secrecy of doing it also made me want to try again. It felt brave and proud in a strange kind of way when I one time drank the entire cup. I think every child is curious about the taste of pee at some age and I do not think that trying tasting it was really abnormal, but the way it felt for me and how I still remember it, trying to catch my pee with the cup and not liking the taste, but still wanting to taste more of it, I think that was really something special. To me it feels like my pee fetish is something that I have been born with and this was the first sign of it.

Around the same time, I liked to pee on the floor in my room instead of in the toilet. This was different then the drinking. This was not out of curiosity. It was just because it felt so nice to see the pee create a stain on the carpet, where people were not supposed to pee on. I also liked the feeling of doing something that I was not allowed to, but it was much more than that. I knew how dangerous it was and how my mother probably would notice the smell and find out some day. I really did not want that to happen, but I just could not help myself. It just felt so nice that I had to do it every once in a while. I used a spot in the corner of my room. The carpet in my room was dark blue. You could not see the pee on it after it had dried and the wet pee you would only see if you were looking for it. Of course I felt afraid that my parents would discover my secret, but since they did not seem to notice anything I dared to pee more and more every time. Maybe I subconsciously wanted my parents to find out and just wanted to get more attention in my own kind of shy way (I did lack a bit of attention from my parents for sure), but it did not and does not feel to me like that and I also do not like to think of it in that way. That would make my fetish some kind of a “wrong” reaction to my childhood circumstances instead of a nice love for pee that I have gotten as a present when I was born. Anyways, I started to pee more and more. I remember how I had peed so much that when I felt hours (or maybe even a day) later, the stain was still wet. I also remember how I once peed in the middle of my room. Afterwards I felt so afraid someone might find out. I think that is also the reason I stopped doing this. As I was getting older I startet to realise that my pee pleasure was getting out of hand and could not/would not stay unnoticed if I went on like this. I really have no idea how old I was when I did pee on the floor of that room for pleasure for the last time. I do know that we got a vinyl floor when I was about eight years old, so it must have been before then. I think it was even before I was 4 years old, but thats just a feeling.

My first memory of peeing myself is a Kindergarden memory. It was a real accident and I felt very unconfortable about it. I was 5 years old and I had changed to another Kindergarden a short time before. I did not feel very well between the other kids in the classroom. It was a day we were alowed to bring our own toys and play with them. I remember how I had to cry and when the teacher asked me what was wrong, I said: “They do not let me play with my own doll”. The teacher was very nice and she said: “Would you not also feel a bit better if we would find you some other pants to ware?”. I remember how glad I felt that I did not have to say anything about my accident and that she was not mad or even surprised. I was very shy (insecure) as a child and this accident had happened because I had been too afraid to ask if I could go to the toilet. This insecurity stayed with me for a long time and I felt shy in every situation. So I never dared to ask if I could go to the toilet and even with my own parents during a long car-ride I was too shy to say that I needed to go. So I held my pee until we stopped for some other reason. I had a very trained bladder because of this and I was able to hold my pee for a very long time, but it was still hard sometimes and my bladder did hurt when I really needed to go, but the fear of asking was so big, that I rather stood that bit of pain. I also had some bladder infections, probably because I had been holding my pee for too long. These infections caused me to wet my pants on accident a couple of times more. But in these cases I did not feel so ashamed about it, because I knew that not feeling the need to go was caused by the infection and I could not help it. When I think about how much I have been holding my pee, I think the pee holding might even have caused concentration problems that I had as a kid (and still have). Holding my pee became a normal situation for me and I still do it all the time, just because I do not take the time to go to the toilet when I am busy with something. Then I keep forgetting about it until that happened so often, that I really can not hold it anymore or until I pee for the pleasure of it and maybe make a videoclip out of it. Wetting my pants is something I still like doing, but it is not the real fetish that I have, only part of it. I really love pee and wetting things that I am not supposed to wet or seeing people do that. I love it the most when the pee creates a nice stain and you can see it spreading and getting sucked into the object or floor or whatever is being peed on. Pants do suck up the pee very nice and it is very nice to feel the warm pee on my legs, but pants you can wash or throw away and thats why peeing on a carpet floor or some other place where the peestain will be permanent, turns me on even more. Although I am actually too decent to do this. (That is probably the cycle of why it turns me on so much)

This post is very personal and it is the first time I wrote all this down. I want to thank you for being interested and reading it. It is only the start of my fetish, so I have much more pee stories about when I was getting older. I might post more experiences here in the near future.

– Sinna