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Sinna meets Sinna – an erotic story

Sinna meets Sinna

It was a beautiful sunny day in late April. The birds were chirping happily and a flair of creativity lingered around the streets. I was feeling hungry, but I didn’t want to stay at home. I wanted to enjoy nature and some good, traditional food.
So I left the house, walked barefoot across the warm streets to a food truck just at the edge of a large park with a small lake and beautiful, yet artificially created, landscape. I ordered a light meal with a delicious sauce and a bottle of water. It was ice cold water and the guys at the truck only had big 2 liter bottles left.
A bottle was cheap at $2, so I bought one despite it being too much for me to drink. With that bottle and a full stomach, I realized that I was actually well prepared to take a walk in the park, maybe even find a quiet spot to rest a little.
After walking around the little lake, I left the artificial pathways and went to a large tree further away. Thinking back, it was in the middle of nowhere really. I sat down against the tree on the sunny side – it would have been too cold to sit in the shadow and I wanted to charge up on some sun-energy anyway.
While I sat there, watching the surrounding, observing some ducks and pigeons, I dozed off a little. I didn’t fully fall asleep – at least I think so – but I was a little numbed from the food intake. That’s when I heard myself talking to me.
I know it sounds strange, but it was definitely my voice. It wasn’t just IN my head, like usual thinking. It was somehow coming from the outside. You know, when you are thinking, or talking to yourself in your head, you KNOW that it’s you. But this felt like it wasn’t me. It was someone else, but with my voice and, well, since there was no one around it must have been me. Somehow. Right?
This voice started to tease me a little. It said “Sinna, why are we so boring?”. I didn’t “reply” at first – I mean, HOW do you reply to someone who is you, but who doesn’t feel like you and, you know – I was a little confused.
Then my hand moved. I swear, my right hand, which had rested on the neck of the water bottle, which was standing between my legs, gently grabbed the bottle and pushed it against my crotch. I wore some light leggings and normal cotton panties underneath, so I felt the bottle against my… you know. Against my… self. My.. womanhood.
The hand moved so diligently that I didn’t stop it. It’s like someone pulling at a blanket that you sleep on. If they pull gently enough, you won’t wake up, right? You’ll just roll over and let it happen.
This.. I don’t know. This other me was pulling at my inner blanket so to speak. It was cautiously manipulating my body so that I wouldn’t “wake up” and resist.
The hand – excuse me, MY hand, was sliding that cold water bottle softly up and down my crotch. Actually, if I had been naked, it would have slid just between my lips. It was right at that perfect spot – obviously, my other me knew how to handle myself.
The water bottle had been so cold when I bought it that water had condensed on the surface of the plastic. By having the bottle touch up – I wouldn’t say grinding, but it was a firm touch – against my leggings, the water soaked into the fabric. My hand turned the bottle so that all the water from the whole circumference would stroke off into my crotch. It did that in such a slow manner, that my .. you know.. lips .. were gently pushed to the side, revealing just a micro part of my clitoris. That very sensitive part that I had barely “used” in my non-existent and boring self-sexual life. I had merely discovered it once, by accident, a few years ago and never got it out to play ever since. Back then it didn’t really feel good when I touched it. It was just TOO sensitive and hurt a little.
The exposed micro part of my clitoris was just brushed against lightly by that bottle, cushioned by those two layers of clothes I wore and, I admit, quite a bit of hair that I had growing wildly there. It didn’t cross my mind back then to do anything about all that hair. No one ever saw that place anyway, so why bother?
When that touch started, it didn’t feel awkward. In fact, it felt.. like spring. I don’t know. I could feel the smell of delicious food, I could feel the birds chirping, I could feel this amazing sensation that I had never felt before.
And it was just starting. With the continuous turning of the bottle, the feeling was getting better. Yes, even better than it already was. The cold from the bottle and the wetness .. from the water I guess.. added to that unique sensation. I didn’t know what was going on, but my hand continued to turn the bottle and push it gently into my crotch and it all just felt smooth.
Then my heart started pounding heavily.. like… in my throat! I felt like there was an alien trying to deliver itself from my chest.. I started sweating heavily.. I heard myself breathe. It seemed as if a storm rushed through my airways, over and over. My head felt light, I saw some white spots in the surrounding nature, as if I had stared into the sun for too long.
I was not afraid. Instead, I felt relaxed. A thunderstorm is rocking your body, but you feel more and more relaxed. Is that normal? I guess it’s as normal as having someone talking to you and touch yourself with yourself – and that someone be you.
I got so relaxed that I thought I’d pass out any second, but instead, all of a sudden, a shock of PURE ENERGY electrified my body. As if a nuclear reactor had had a catastrophic meltdown, concentrated into the size of a grain of rice – my clitoris.
Instead of exploding, the enormous amount of energy was diverted into the most amazing fibre network in the world. The only network that could take a hit from such a devastating nuclear reaction without getting destroyed. The system would “merely” overclock and get out of control – my nervous system, charged into every last cell of my body.
The control room – my brain – would get seriously hit and shaken, it would become unstable for a while, but it wouldn’t break.
The energy had to be discharged somehow though, so my body was shaking as if I had a serious epileptic shock. I bit my lip and tongue, blood and saliva ran down my chin as I helplessly wet myself with a powerful urine stream that must have shredded my panty and leggings. Like a huge earthquake had hit my body with the epicenter in my bladder. An eruption and relief that I had never felt before. I was but a witness from the inside, as I couldn’t do anything than feel.
Everything had been out of control, so my body shut down as a safety precaution. At least that’s how I would explain my very first orgasm today.
I just wasn’t prepared for it, neither was my mind, my body and whatever was moving my hand that had established itself inside my world of thoughts – and manifested in motor activity that had led to this amazing total meltdown.
Then everything turned black and the chirping bird noises faded… I had “suffered” a knockout orgasm.
I woke up. I felt cold and warm at the same time, the sun was grazing my skin… when I heard keys getting dropped. What?
I opened my eyes. I was in a flat! Shit. I wanted to jump up and hide but then I noticed that I felt so light underneath this brown blanket that was covering me half-way. I took a quick peak – and was not wearing anything below the waist..
What was going on?! I pushed the blanket down from the outside with a hand resting on top of my crotch – just to be sure – and sat up, expecting whoever just returned home to whatever place I was in. Was I a hostage? Did someone.. sexually assault.. oh no. I wanted to start crying.. okay, I’ll be honest. I started crying. I did sit straight up though. I braced myself as well as I could.
Then I heard steps come closer. The door opened and…
The End
written by Sinna 24mar-2016
© 2pee4you,

Watersports story: Wondering in the Woods

Wondering in the woods

It was a hot, sunny day and I am from the countryside, so I decided to take a hike in the woods. The woods are cool and refreshing, but the hiking still makes me sweat. I like it when my top gets a little wet and then the air cools me down.

I was just 5 minutes into the woods when I noticed that I had to pee soon. I was usually drinking water all day when it was hot like that. After another 15 minutes I started to look for places where I could go pee. It was not urgent yet, so I took my time.

10 minutes later I really started to feel the urge right at my pee pee hole. There was a pressure mounting. Just when I wanted to go into the bushes, a hiker showed up on the path, coming towards me. I could not go right now and I could also not show how badly I needed to pee. The time it took for him to pass me seemed like forever, with my bladder approaching bursting point any second now.

A quick greeting would help distract the man from my bodily state, I hoped.



“Is this the way towards Waynesworth?”

*oh no, he was asking me something!*

“Uhm, yes, if you continue on this path for another 30 minutes, you will find a sign that has Waynesworth on it”

“Great, thank you! Would you mind if I had a sip of water from you? I got a little lost and have no water left.”

*oh noo.. this takes too long, I need to peeeee!!*

“Oh, yes of course, take my bottle.”

We had to wait for him to finish drinking. The water bubbling through the bottle made me crazy. I had to pee soo badly. A rush of urgency overcame me. I felt it would shoot out with such power that I might even rip my panty. I had to do something in a split second and I..

.. grabbed my crotch. Really hard and deep with one hand. I bent over slightly as well and turned a little to the side, so he would not notice.

But it was too little too late as he asked:

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I just need to pee”

“Oh, sorry, I won’t bother you any longer”

*yes, I might be able to dash into the bushes and make it*

“Alright, see you”

“I hope so. You are a beautiful woman”

“Oh, thank you. That was sweet, I really can’t wait any longer though”

*I feel pee in my crotch, it’s getting warmer down there*

I started to make a run for it and just left him standig there.

An ocean of hot pee was trying to get out of my tiny pee hole and I just could not hold it any longer. Barely 5 meters further uphill, with the best immediate cover I could find – which was just a small branch – I pulled my hiking skirt up, squatted and just let the pee flow through my panty and spandex leggings.

Ohh what a relief. It was so powerful, I almost felt like disturbing the animals in the woods. What a gusher. A wide spread, thick stream unloaded onto the ground and quickly carved a hole. It filled with pee, overflowed and a small pee stream started flowing downhill.

It became bigger and bigger as I just could not stop peeing. I was broken, my bladder had won and all the pee could just flow freely.

As I finished, I fet like I had peed for 3 minutes straight. I was actually standing at the edges of a huge puddle that had formed between my legs. Had it not been for the pee river down the hill, I would have soaked my shoes.

My brain started to work again and I realized the situation I was in.

Just when I thought: “How do I clean myself now?”

I heard a voice behind me

“That must have felt good. Do you need a handkerchief?”

I immediately started to blush and by the time I turned around, my face was as red as a tomato.

“I.. uhm.. ah.. hum… well.. would you mind turning around then?”

*I feel happy. This guy had just basically watched me have an orgasm of pee here in the woods. The weather is great, I am young, I feel free*

“No, sure. Of course I will turn around, don’t worry”

I took his bag of tissues and went a little further up the hill again. There was a plateau of sorts with some bushes against a large rock, about 4 meters high. The space in between the bushes and the rock was perfect to undress and clean up without anyone noticing – now that I knew of at least one person that was in the area.

I took off my shoes, my socks were soaked, so I took them off as well. Then I removed the leggings. They were so wet that it felt heavy. I quickly took off my panty, letting it slide from my bare feet.

Stepping out of my panty, I bent over to start cleaning my feet. After a while – I had just cleaned up to my knees – I felt something falling on my back and it sounded full of energy.

I got up and felt it fall up my back onto the back of my head and now right onto my head. Now it felt like a shower and right at that moment, I noticed the water spattering around me.

“Hey!!” I shouted, trying to look up.

Then it stopped. I heard nothing. Just birds chirping. I looked around, there was no one there.

“What a stupid prank” I thought. “Now I need to change completely”

Luckily, I had another pair of panties – I am a woman after all – and a jogging suit in reserve. I kept that in my bag in case I stayed out longer and it got late and cold.

*I could actually get dressed well enough to get back home on bare feet*

I unzipped my vest, removed my top and just started contemplating whether I needed to take off the sports bra as well, when I noticed something strange.

There was a smell of pee.

Of course I had just peed myself, so that was not unusual in itself, but I had one of these rare moments when you instantly feel a hot sensation in your clitoris, your vagina gets wet, you breathe a little faster and your head gets warm. I got aroused! Why?!

Is being naked in the woods and realizing that I would be totally bare after unhooking my bra a fetish of mine that I did not know about? I.. I was unsure, so I quickly felt up my vagina, sticking a finger half way in. Oh yes, I was so wet and open.. I was like a female who got biologically ready to mate.

But with whom? Haha, I started smiling at the random thought.

Then I heard a noice. I quickly ducked behind the bushes:

“Who is there?” I asked.

“It’s me” a familiar-sounding voice answered.

*oh no, THAT guy again, why has he not walked on?*

“You found a nice spot. I need to pee, you know, I’ll just go over there.” he continued.

I stayed in my hideout, but the guy was walking towards me! I could see a little bit through the bushes, but only enough to see small parts of the person. I heard him stop just outside of my bush-wall. Then..

*what the fuck??*

He unzipped and took out a rather big penis. I am serious, I am not writing this to make it sound like a cheap pornographic act, I am just telling you the truth. And I remember very well, that he had impressed me at that moment.

He aimed his penis towards.. Me!! ?? Before I could say anything, a strong stream drilled through the leaves and the split streams and loose spatters of pee hit me all over my body. I raised my hand across my face and made a surprised sound like “ahh” or something, not worth mentioning any further, but that was my reaction.

He just continued.

*This could not be a coincidence.. he knew that I was hiding here.. what is going on?*

I somehow did not say anything. I was just too.. overwhelmed, shocked, aroused, naked. I meant to go for a hike, now look what has happend in the past 5 minutes!

He finished, then I heard him walk around the bushes to the right side, where you could get to where I was.

I quickly took my pile of clothes and tried to cover myself, awaiting him to see me soon. I heard him approach.

“Look at you”, he said. “You are completely wet, haha!” he laughed, then came closer and bowed down to the side of my head. He whispered into my ear “and I mean… ..completely

My face turned red again, I could feel it. I was anxious, surprised, flabbergasted and still fairly naked somewhere in the woods. Drops of pee were dripping slowly from my pubic hair onto the leaves below. Not my own pee.

It was silent and we both could literally hear how wet I was.

*I can’t talk. What is going on*

I could not talk anymore. I wanted to, but it didn’t happen. How do you talk? It’s pretty much automatic, but it didn’t “start”. There was not much time to talk anyway..

“Don’t be scared. This is a comfortable place. Our bodies will explain this to each other” he whispered into my ear again.

I felt a cold shiver run down my back. Something that can make me a little wet by itself sometimes”

*What does he mean by that?*

While I was thinking, he held his hand over my eyes so I could not see anymore.


He was very gentle and had a soft voice, I have to give him that.

And he pushed me a little backwards. I was sitting on my heels initially. He increased the pressure and I felt his other hand firmly support the back of my head.

He pushed me back and I rolled off on my back. Then he gently laid my head down, removing the hand below. He still covered my eyes with his other hand and now he did something.

*What should I do? CAN I do something?*

I heard a zipper, then felt a finger on my lips. A pretty big finger. My mouth was halfway open so I could breathe more comfortably with the hand putting a little pressure on my nose.

Then it got warm on my lip, around my mouth, down my neck, towards my ears, on my cheeks and in my mouth.


“You can drink it” he said.

I was relieved, he was just taking care of me. Really sweet. Maybe some chinese tea or strange soup? I did not know.

I drank some of it.

I did notice a pee smell again though, but I was lying with my pee drenched clothes on my belly on my back in pee that he had just shot through the bushes..

*wait a minute. He had just peed towards me, so why should he take care of me now?*

“I will remove my hand now, you can open your eyes, but you don’t have to. Our bodies don’t need vision to talk”

*this is either going to be great or the biggest mistake of my life*

I left my eyes closed. Then the finger pushed a little onto my lip. I opened my mouth to approach it with my tongue. Just to feel it. I went around the tip with my tongue when I realized “oh my god, it’s.. could it be??”

I took it into my mouth and closed my lips around it. Definitely, this was no finger. This felt more like a man’s penis.

I had only tasted one two times before, when I tried blowjobs with some youth boyfriend as a teenager. But I did not like it back then and I thought he did not need it either, his penis was always hard anyway.

I was never a really sexual person.

I just did it a few times because everyone did it. Just to be cool, you know?

But this was different. This penis was getting bigger only now that I had put my lips around it. He was also pushing it a little further in.

It suddenly felt warm again. This time I knew it right away. He was peeing into my mouth. I let it out through my lips, along his penis, down my cheeks and ears – I was still lying on my back.

The hot sensation between my legs happened another time.

*I obviously get aroused by pee?!*

He was finished just after a small spurt, then he started to go in and out of my mouth. I let him, I even tried to take it in and out with my lips and tongue. I think he enjoyed it, because I heard him breathe more heavily.

His penis was throbbing and really hard now. I used my hands – I had forgotten that I had them – to cover my vagina with the clothes from my belly. The damp clothes felt exciting on my genitals and I decided to slide a hand underneath to feel my pussy.

It was throbbing and swollen, slippery wet – not only on the inside – and it felt amazing when I touched it.

*Wow, what is going on with my body?*

Now, in hindsight – using my mouth to stimulate a man’s penis is not as arousing in itself than you might think. I don’t get sexual stimulation out of it. But the thought of being used here, lying in my pee, having just wet myself – it was such an arousing thought.

I mean, I had caused this. It was my fault. I wet myself more or less in front of a stranger, then didn’t notice him. I kind of lured him here!

*Poor guy, I think he earned this*

I felt so cheap and actually humiliated, being naked in this pee place with a strangers dick in my mouth. I mean: he had peed into my mouth and I drank it. His AND my pee were drying on my skin – everywhere.

However, this was the most arousing feeling I had ever felt. It was so intense that I took control of me. My body was obviously showing heavy signs of arousal and it was matching my brain. I got lost in my own space. Eyes closed, focussing on sensations. The penis comig in, sliding over my wet and soft tongue, grinding along my cheek, between my teeth, touching the soft spots back in my throat, then leaving at just the right moment for everything to get back to normal, then sliding in again, throbbing, searching, essentially violating.

Violating my soul in a way that I was getting more and more lost in my own quest to reach orgasm.

I was now rubbing my clit at a steady pace with firm pressure. Juices were flowing from my vagina, I felt the sticky fluid between my ass cheeks, running down.

Now there was a pressure on my clothes-pile. Something was making it’s way through. Slowly, but soon enough his hand reached my hand. I think it was only now that he realized I was touching myself.

The clitoris being taken care of by myself, he slid his hand further down and – unconventional for this gental “giant”, he started to enter me with his fingers quite eagerly.

Sloppy wet sounds were now not only coming from my mouth, which was dripping pee and saliva left and right, but even more so from my vagina.

I had the cold wet clothes pile on top, so it was hushed, but being able to feel both spots intensely, I could enjoy the full experience either way.

He was getting a little wilder.

*Poor guy, I made him go crazy when he realized I was pleasing myself*

I was happy. He knew he was safe. What a risk did he taken. I could have said no at any time. I could – and normally would have – reacted totally differently. At least I had always thought that I would never end up with a stranger in a position even remotely like this, because I would stop it way earlier.

But the connection of circumstances that day had just led this way and it was good. I felt safe and I felt needed, wanted, hungered for. The way he used his fingers inside me, the velocity of his movements, everything pointed towards the secure assumption that he was pleased with what I was offering, which made me feel proud of myself.

“Take me inside” he said. “Please”

and surprising to you and me, at this point, I automatically talked. Like people always do. I was functioning again!

I guess it was because he said please, which conveyed a certain weakness, actually a weakness bordering on kindness in my experience back then.

Him showing this kindness made me feel in control of myself again.

He removed his penis from my mouth and I immediately started missing the feeling. I wanted that combination, those two spots. One where I get used more, but he gets pleasured. The other where I get pleasured two ways while he has to do some work. They were balanced.

“No.” I said, smiling, hoping he would have his eyes open.

I still had mine closed.

“Come here” I said, with an impudent tone.

And I found his penis where I imagined it would be, grabbed it firmly and put it back into my mouth.

*It feels really nice in my hand: firm, thick, soft and manly at the same time*

It felt the same in my mouth and I felt good pleasuring it.

He was not fighting my decision. It was an egoistic decision, ignoring his wish to enter me right there and then, I had him use his hand to do the dirty work instead. Poor guy, but he did not need much stamina, as I was very aroused already.

I felt myself approach orgasm and the atmosphere got more dense. My mind focused on that one big feeling approaching.

*A little like that huge pee pressure earlier*

It was coming. There was no doubt. As sure as I had peed my pants, I would orgasm here in the woods, under a pile of wet clothes, fingered by a man or at least someone with two hands and a penis.

“Ohhh.. yeeeeeeeees” “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” “Shiiiiiit” “Ohhrhchr myyyyyyyyy god”

I came intensely and loud. No, I didn’t know that I would swear like that, sorry! I had never exploded like that before. Not even close.

That “Ohhrhchr” was not a typo, it was my sore throat trying to utter a last, loud sound after the brutal energy of my first full blown pee orgasm had hit me and it was not like an Oohhhhhhh it was more like a gargling Ohhrhchr.

I was riding his finger, grinding my vagina up and down with my hips, vigorously using my mouth on him – when I came.

Now that I lay there defenseless, totally exhausted, I let my arms fall to the sides and stretched my legs.

“Ohhh that was amazing.. now you can do to me whatever you want” I said, actually yawning during the “whatever”, because of exhaustion.

I did not hear anything. Instead, I felt drops on my neck, breasts and belly. I think one hit me right in my belly button. A loud, manly moaning could be heard. I heard it beter in my right than in my left ear.

Then he walked towards my feet, I was ready for everything. However, my anticipation faded when I noticed the steps going further away.

I opened my eyes and wanted to see where he was going, but when I opened the lids, I was looking directly into the bright sun, because there were no trees on the rock to block it.

Blinded for a moment, I rubbed my eyes and sat up. When I could see a little, no one was there anymore. I could not just jump up, as my body was numb from the orgasm. I saw the pile of clothes on my lap and on there was a big load of white goo.

*He came on my pee clothes*

It was obvious. He had ejaculated onto my clothes rather than my mouth or breasts. The drops I had felt were just landing early on their way to the pile. Essentially, he would have hit my vagina if it hadn’t been for the clothes.


I felt relief. I had somehow gotten into this and I had survived the situation. My parents had warned me about a lot of things and on top of that list were men in a 1 on 1 situation out in the woods.

But I was lucky. No violence, at least not towards me – I don’t know what would have happened if I had said “no”. No pregnancy, I felt good, I was satisfied, I actually had had the best orgasm ever, I found out that pee could make my vagina ready for mating and I was proud of my unique experience.

The sun was shining and I was naked in the woods.

Everything was alright. I smiled and dreamed about the act that had just taken place between the two human genders.

*this was the most arousing thing ever*

I concluded, got up, took a quick pee to get the bacteria out of my urethra (it actually even felt great to pee after that stimulation), put on my jogging suit, stuffed all the “sexed” and pee wet clothes into my backpack and went back to the path.

“There you are”


the guy from earlier ran down the path from the direction I came from.

“I still had your bottle, sorry! I had walked on quite a bit and couldn’t get back here sooner. I ran all the way.”

“I uhm..”

*What is going on? This guy is really exhausted and I am not sure he sounds like the one who touched me*

“J..just put it down, I’ll pick it up later”

“Well okay then, thanks again”

He put the bottle down and left towards the direction he had come from. I actually needed to go the same way, but I was a little shocked and hesitant.

If he had just told the truth… who had been THAT guy I just had had some sort of pee sex with?

*Was that a wet stain on his pants or just a shadow?*

I was wondering in the woods.

The End
written by Sinna 22nov-2015
© 2pee4you,

Pee Story: Tiny Bathrooms

Tiny Bathrooms

When I was about 18-19 years old, I went camping with several science groups from university. We were all sleeping in big tents for 20 people each, lying next to each other on the floor. I had my sleeping bag zipped open like a blanket, because it was warm and I liked to stick my leg out at times to cool down a little.

It was a rather boring group in terms of partying, which they did not want us to do on the camping site anyway. So after a few glasses of wine (the guys had some beers) we went to bed pretty early to start our science project the next morning.

I had just fallen asleep – or even slept for a while, I did not know for sure – when I heard a whisper next to me. It was a guy. I couldn’t see him and didn’t recognize the voice. We had all just met for the first time and he could have been anyone.

“Shhh, are you free?”

I ignored it and nothing further happened. Then, a few minutes later, I had slept again, I felt someone next to me, pulling down my sleeping boxers. Half asleep, I was still trying to figure out what was going on when I heard a voice close to me, whispering once more:

“Shhh.. I am just going to the toilet. Don’t worry.”

My boxers were being gently removed by a rather big hand. Still not sure whether this was a dream or not, I kept silent and waited.

The hand that just removed my underwear over my feet, ran back up my leg and thigh and was softly stopped by my outer labia.

“Shhh… this is totally normal. Don’t worry. I only need to pee”

The hand went away and came back quickly. Now I felt something wet sliding down my genital lips, feeling at my “entrance”. The whispering continued

“Sorry to wake you up. This is nothing sexual. It’s quite normal when camping in groups. The girls often go to the toilets anyway, even at night. So it’s established that men can just load up their pee. I feel your bladder bulging already, so you would go soon, anyway.”

I maybe had a glass of wine too much, because I didn’t grasp it. While still thinking about the logic of it – I must admit it sounded natural – I felt a body leaning into mine. The hand took my thigh and lifted up my upper leg, until my knee came up and the sole of my foot stood on the floor.

“I’ll just quickly go to your toilet, you can continue to sleep. It will only take a minute”

I felt something big against my entrance. It felt like when I had sex and was being entered by male genitalia.

“This is not sex, it can’t get you pregnant, it’s really quite common. I will be done in a second. Ssshh, just sleep on”

He moved so slowly and gently, that I dozed off a little. But I felt something pushing inside of me. I was not taking contraception and started to worry a bit, but he whispered again:

“It’s okay, really. It’s being done all across camping sites all the time. It can’t get you pregnant as it’s not sexual. I am just using your tiny bathroom”

It felt really like something common the way he did it.

“Think about it, it’s ecological as well. You go to the toilet anyway and you just take mine with you. That way we only flush once. It’s a good thing”

I felt something really hot inside me and a little pressure. A slight moan reached my ear

“Hmmmm ohhhh… it’s good”

He just went in and did that. He did not move in and out, so I believed that it was supposed to be like that. It was really not like sex. Saving the economy was part of our science project as well, so this felt right.

“I am done, I’ll flush your tiny toilet now”

He went all the way in and started gently rubbing my clitoris.

“It’s best to relax. You can just sleep again, I can finish my bathroom visit on my own”

He rubbed me gently. It was arousing. I felt the pressure from my own bladder increase, as well as the pressure inside my vagina. I had never felt anything like it and before I knew, a sensational feeling rushed through my body. I felt my genitals throbbing and my face got really warm. Muscles were moving out of my control. Then it faded away again and left me feeling very relaxed.

“Okay, you are flushed now. I just need to wipe and clean myself up. I am nearly done. Sorry that I took a little longer, it’s different to estimate how the tiny bathrooms react.”

His penis left me. I heard a little noise, like plastic ripping. Then a bit of movement and he was back. Pushing into me. It went really easy this time, I barely felt it.

“I’ll get us cleaned up now, you can go to sleep again. Really no need to be awake. Thank you for being open tonight”

He started slowly moving in and out of me. I started thinking that this maybe was just an excuse to have sex with me, just when he whispered.

“Remember, I don’t have any sexual interest. Just protecting the environment by having you take my urine to the toilet and wiping without toilet paper”

I started dreaming. I felt really tired after that sensational feeling from earlier. Before I left for dreamland, I felt him rocking and pulsating inside of me. A final whisper:

“We are all cleaned up now. You can turn into free position now. You know, lying on the side like you did earlier means open, lying with one knee bent upwards means occupied. Everyone knows it. It’s the international sign code for tiny bathrooms. I’ll be in …”

I didn’t hear the rest. I slept wonderfully.

In the years that passed, I often thought about how logical and green this solution was. It was good that people would use this on camping sites to save toilet paper and water. I would assume open position quite often and although I sometimes woke up in “occupied” position, I never noticed anyone using my tiny bathroom again. It never got me pregnant, so I believe the guy.

The End
written by Sinna 18jun-2015
© 2pee4you,

Pee Story: Wet Dream

Wet dream?

I had a good time at a festival. Listening to some bands, I drank some beers and enjoyed the music. After about 3 beers I needed to pee badly. I went to the women toilet area and there were long lines in front of every toilet. Thinking I could maybe hold it in long enough, I went to what I thought was the shortest line.

It went slow. After about 10 minutes, only 3 women had gotten in and there were about 25 more in front of me. Desperate to pee with a visible bulge under my top, I went to search for an alternative. I went around back where I found some bushes and trees along a road. Obviously, lots of people had been pissing here before me. There also seemed to be very few traffic on the road, so it was the ideal place to go. I did not waste time to search for the best spot. I pretty much pulled down my panties frm under my short skirt at the nearest tree and let it out.

And boy did I need to pee. A thick, powerful jet shot out, carving a small ditch into the mud. The piss foamed and splashed around and I was so relieved from the huge eruption of my warm nectar vulcano that I did not notice a car stopping at the road. I had peed for what felt like 3 minutes when I finally felt empty again. I wiped with a tissue and pulled up my panty. When I just wanted to head back, I heard a voice behind me:


I turned around. There were two police officers, a fairly young blond woman and a middle aged man, standing about 5 meters away at the road. The car behind them was a police car.

“Hello” I said. “What is wrong?”

“As you should know, it’s not allowed to publicly urinate, let alone throw away tissues like that”

“Are you serious?” I replied. “Look at how many pee puddles and tissues are lying around here. People even shit everywhere”

“It does not matter what others did. We caught you red handed. Make that yellow handed”. Laughter.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“You have to come over here and show some ID. Then we can process your fine”

I went to them. “A fine? Seriously? We are at a festival. The lines were so long!” I looked at the woman, expecting some sympathy. She looked away and the man continued:

“Yes. Such a behavior can not go unpunished if we want to stop people pissing and shitting everywhere they like. Show us your ID now please”

“I don’t have my ID with me. It’s in my tent at the campingsite.” I replied.

“Well, then you have to come with us to the station so we can determine who you are”

“Is that really necessary? Let’s just go to my tent” and I turned around and wanted to lead the way. Suddenly someone grabbed my wrist, bent my arm up against my back (which hurt!) and put handcuffs on me!! It was the male officer. He said “You are under arrest for fleeing from police when wanted for questioning and possible false indentity”

“What?! What are you doing, you have no right to arrest me. Are these even official charges? I just wanted to get my ID”

“We hear that all the time. Now come, it stinks of your piss here” and he grabbed me and pulled me towards the squadcar.

“I want to talk to a lawyer” I said.

“You can, but first, we need to get you to the station and find out who you are. Get in the car.”

I got in. What else could a young woman like me do in that situation. They also got in and we drove off.

They had me handcuffed behind my back and it hurt. The woman sat next to me on the backseat while the man was driving. It was silent for a minute, then I said to the woman “the handcuffs hurt, please, can you take them off? I won’t run away. I am stuck in the car anyways!”

The young woman turned to me, got close to my ear and whispered.

“No, honey. I need you restricted. Although I can put some lotion on your wrists so that it hurts less”

“Yes please” I said.

“Ok then” she replied and moved one arm behind my back to massage my wrists a bit. With her other hand she… WENT INTO HER PANTS?! What was going on??

She put her hand deep into her pants at the front and moaned softly into my ear while rubbing my wrists. After a while she took her hand out and three fingers were glistening. She put that hand behind my back as well and applied her pussy juice to my wrists.

“What are you doing?” I said.

“Is everything alright back there?” the driver said.

She replied “Yes, everything is fine. I can handle it” and she got out some tape from a bag in the back of the passanger seat. Ripping off a piece, she stuck it to my mouth like a kidnapper. I could not talk anymore! Then she put a black bag over my head. Talking about kidnapping..

After about 15 minutes in which absolutely nothing happened, the car stopped. The doors opened and people outside said “there you are”. “Where was I?”

Soon after, I was pulled out of the car by several hands, then carried by people sayig things like “uh, she is a nice one” “where did you find her?” “how old is she?” “is she blond?”.

No answers came, but I felt hands all over me. They squeezed my ass, checking how firm I was. Also my breasts were felt up.

“What was going on? Where am I? Are these really police officers?” I was wondering about so many things. And of course I grew scared.

After a short walk, I was put into what immediately felt like a cage. I moved around and it was indeed a pretty small cage where I just fit in, sitting on my heels and calves. A lot of time passed, I don’t know how much, but I started to feel the need to pee again. My bladder was filling up and I was somewhere in a cage. While wondering for the 50th time what just happened and what was going on, I was moved. The cage was carried somewhere. I would soon find out where.

The bag was removed from my head and I was kneeling in the dark. Still handcuffed and with tape across my mouth. I looked around and to my big surprise, there were two other girls there, just like me. Their cages were to the right and left of mine. There was light coming from hundreds of tiny holes above us and the “room” we were in just barely fit the three cages. Around as were metal walls and the ceiling was also made of metal, but with said holes in it.

We looked at each other with frightened looks. My eyes had adjusted to the light now as I noticed one of the girls rocking back and forth. In between the movements, I got a quick glimpse at her belly. She had a huge bulge. “Either shes pregnant or…” I thought, suddenly paying attention to my own urge again.

Voices. Someone was coming. “These meetings are so boring. Why would the chief have us all come to hear about these new traffic rules when he could have just sent an email?

“I agree. Sitting there and drinking coffee all day while we could be out on the road, earning the state some money. The chiefs methods are way out-dated”

“Policemen” I thought. I wanted to scream so that they would notice us, but I could not. So I hit my handcuffs against the cage, hoping they would hear it and investigate.

“Relax down there, it’s coming soon enough”

“Down there? It’s coming?” I thought. “So they know about me? How big is this kidnap scandal? What is coming?” while still thinking, I heard two zippers and then the sound of hard rain on a metal roof. I looked up and there were glistening drops forming at the holes where the light came through. All of a sudden, it started to rain down on us. I immediately recognized the smell from my secret pee adventures. Yes, this was definitely pee. And putting things together, I realized: we were below a men’s urinal tray where several men could pee at the same time standing next to each other.

After a brief golden shower, I was a bit wet but not too bad. The other girls had received a little more, as the men probably stood at the left and right sides of the tray, leaving room for each other.

“Was this the purpose all along?” I was thinking, as the police had picked me up behind a toilet area on a festival, fully knowing that ladies lines are long and women would go around to pee.

“Did they pick up those girls at the same festival?” I was thinking, scannig their wrists. Indeed. They were wearing the same camping wristband that I had.

“Poor girls” I thought. They were in their early twenties as well and I know how many female pee fetishists that age exist. As to my knowlege: none. I never met another girl into pee. Then again, I was not really advertising it either. I had told a friend once and she thought I needed treatment. Thinking about it, I was longing for treatment. Treatment like this.

One of my biggest fantasies was to be a living urinal. Actually, the combination of urinal and pee shower was perfect. I secretly smiled as the two men pulled their dicks in and left. This was going to be the best day of my life.

Soon enough, another guy came in. I did not even make myself noticable, as I assumed all the guys were in on this. After all, this whole room was built inside a police station. What was up with that anyhow? Was the old chief.. an old pervert? Or did he not kow that his men decided to spice up the meetings by pissing on some innocent girls? The guy peed on the girl left to me. It was just a dribble really.

I could see that she did not like it, as she tried to dodge it (which was futile, the tiny holes were everywhere). I got aroused by seeing that she had to endure it. I don’t know why, but I enjoyed it. Although I was a bit jealous that she got that one.

For the next two hours, guys would come in at random and pee on us. It was heaven for me. And there was another positive development. The tape on my mouth had been soaked so much that it lost it’s stickyness. I felt that it would fall off soon. Looking around, I saw that the girl on the right had no tape on her mouth anymore. The shy one on the left, who had been looking away from the pee, still had the tape firmly clinging to her face.

While checking on the girls I noticed that the one on the right gave me … well, I guess excited looks? I could not really judge confidently, as it was pretty dark and eyes only express so much. Maybe I wished that the looks were excited, that I had one companion disgusted by pee on the left and one aroused by it on the right, so that I could indulge in all the piss-sexual fantasies I wanted.

Anyways, the girl on the right had her mouth free, so maybe she would tear off my tape with her teeth. I had to try. Our cages were touching, so we could reach each other. It was pretty limited, but possible. When I made contact and tried to get closer to her, she did not seem to mind. Actually, she was also trying to get closer to me.

“Maybe she had the same idea and wants to help me” I thought.

At a given moment, we looked directly into each others eyes. Piss was dripping from the cross bars between us. I felt a beautiful sensation run through my body as I dared to make the move. I closed my eyes and put my mouth onto one of the square openings between the bars, so that she could reach the tape with her teeth. I waited like that, hoping she would respond. Pee drops were running down my cheek very slowly, tickling me. There it was. The tape was letting loose on the left, slowly being torn off across my mouth to the right. She was doing it! The slight pain reminded me that I also needed to pee very soon when suddenly, my thoughts were erased from this world.


Soft, wet lips with a slightly bitter and salty pee taste – the taste of the last guy to pee on her – were cautiously poking against mine. First I thought it as an accident, but the tape was still hanging from my cheek and there was no tension on it from pulling. She must.. “oh my god” I realized. Her goal was not just to help me, she was so aroused from the pee that she longed to kiss me!

I took a deep breath and smelled her scent. Lovely flowery scent mixed with pee. My nipples got instantly hard. I loved her smell and I wanted to love her. I pushed my face against the bars as far as I could, to be able to kiss her passionately. I felt how my panties got wet een before she was invading my mouth with her tongue. I immediately noticed that she had been snacking away at the golden juices offered to us. Her tongue tasted strongly of urine, something which would not have been the case if she had kept her mouth shut. It also made sense that her tape fell off first. She was into pee!

My heart raced. A beautiful girl with a smell to fall instantly in love with, big round breasts, sexy legs, an as to bite in, the most erotic eyes.. that girl was into pee. Into pee and into me. I could not believe my luck. “This day could not get any better” I thought. But it did.

We were kissing, our bladders still full, as she had also not peed yet. “Maybe she is into holding?” I dared to think, while our tongues met for a seductive dance around the pee drops. And then it happened.

Footsteps. Voices.

Not just two, not three. The doors swung open and they stayed open. I don’t know how many, but a big crowd of people came into the toilet. I heard something like “finally a break, I need to piss so badly” and then five or six zippers. Probably six, as two men could fit above each cage.

Still kissing, I opened my eyes. The girl was so romantic, as she did the same a second later. We understood each other already. Pee was starting to drip from her hair when we put our chins together and opened our mouths. Our tongues met again, but this time on an open air stage where it was about to rain gold. We kept our mouths open, joined at the lower lips, tongues playing as we received the longest, most arousing golden shower I ever had the pleasure to get. I lost count, but after the first six men, another and yet another group continued the peeing. I was wondering if the tray above was filling up with pee, as the holes were really very small. Thinking about all that pee still to come down on us drove me crazy.

Our clothes were soaked already. Totally wet from head to toe and in our case, even inside our mouths and pussies, I noticed a warmth at my legs. Not breaking the kiss, I felt with my fingers behind my back. The waterlevel – better said urinelevel – was rising. We were not only sitting in cages, but also in a big tub filling up with warm pee.

In hindsight, I could have been afraid of eventually being drowned in pee. But at that time, I was so distracted that the thought never crossed my mind. I was enjoying everything but the handcuffs.

The peeing and showers went on forever. The girl and I only had eyes for each other as the golden rain kept warming us up. Filling our mouths, we even exchanged pee, stirring it up with our tongues until one of us had to swallow. While playing these naughty pee games, I was rubbing my thighs against each other, desperately wanting to stimulate myself. Her kisses kept my mind shut out and by committing purely to feeling, I felt a huge orgasm coming. Moaning, throwing my hair around, moving my legs I could barely stay in touch with my new soulmate when the biggest wave of joy I had ever felt hit my whole body. My vagina heated up, I felt like burning down there and then I exploded, my body shaking uncontrollably. As I tried to stay in touch, I hit my head and even bit my tongue, our teeth hit, but I felt no pain. I was drugged by the best pee orgasm ever. Just when I felt the waves decrease in intensity she whispered, and I will never forget that “I can’t hold it anymore”.

A very loud hissing accompanied by her facial expression of eternal relief and moaning made my pleasure hormones go another round. I came again and this time, it was a double explosion.

Squirting, peeing and coming all at the same time, I barely noticed her wide open eyes staring right at me as she began to tremble, then shake, then scream an ear-deafening but yet most beautiful scream that quickly faded.


“Hey you, are you alright?” someone was pushing me at my shoulder. I opened my eyes. Bright sunlight was blinding me, but as my eyes adapted I started to see the shape of a young man. Seconds later I could see a black t-shirt with white letters “S E C U R I T Y”.

“Oh, yes.. uhm, I guess. Where am I?” I mumbled. “You are at the festival. It seemed like you were sleeping, but you could have been unconscious. I got out your wallet without you waking up. Don’t worry, I just needed to see your ID.” he held my ID up and offered me my wallet and a bottle. “Here, have some water. Do you need medical attention?”

“I..uhm” I did not know. I was so aroused and pretty certain that I was soaked with piss of a hundred men. I felt my hair disguised as a random gesture. My hair was dry!

“I think someone might have drugged me” I said, as I could not explain what had happened.

“I see. I that case, I am obligated to take you to a medic. In your case, our female medic. We take reports of drugging very serious and you have to be thoroghly examined. Come.” and he offered me a hand to pull me up. Still a bit confused, I took the offer and he brought me to the big medic tent inside the festival area. On his radio, he broadcasted “taking possible drug victim to medic, john, please cover the 23-8 for a minute. Guys, keep your eyes open for knocked out girls”

We arrived at the tent. “Wait here” he said and pointed to a chair. I sat down and he went inside. A minute later, a young lady came out, an assistent nurse. She brought me water and a coldpack for my head, saying “Hello! I am Maya. I will take care of you for the time of your visit. You can ask me anything. The doctor will be ready in a few minutes”

“Hi Maya. I don’t know what happened. I thought that I had gone to the toilet but then I woke up were I sat before. I only had three beers and I was feeling fine” I said, not mentioning my crazy dream.

“Oh, so maybe you were drugged. We had a few incidents the last two days. It kinda happens on every festival. It’s a shame, really. The security is very attentive though, I hope they find the guys soon.” she replied. Then she went to the tent “Let me just check if the doctor is ready yet”.

After a minute or so she came back “Ok…” she looked at my ID in her hand, turning it around she continued “…Sinna. You can come with me now.”

I got up and followed her inside the tent. The security guy left when I entered and I heard his radio “John, I’ll be back at 23-8 in one minute”

I followed Maya. She wore a short white nurse’s coat and thigh high white stockings. White ballet flats and a red bow in her hair completed her outfit. She had beautiful curves and a phenomenal ass. Just so you know what I was following. We arrived at a seperate container inside the tent. A small three step ladder led to the door which was open. White light was shining through, interrupted by Mayas body that was now stepping inside. I followed her.

Momentarily blinded by the glaring neon lights, I could quickly identify the inside of the container as a mobile doctor’s office.

The doctor was standing at a table, her back facing us. She was writing something.

“Maya, could you shut the door and prepare the blood pressure gauge? Also, clean the chair please” the doctor said in a very friendly voice that somehow made me feel good. I was already certain that she would be very nice to me.

“Yes ma’am” Maya replied subserviant, but with a smile. I guess she liked her boss as well.

“Ok Sinna” the doctor turned around. “What can I help you with?”

Red high heels, sheer pantyhose, short white skirt, thin red belt and white loose blouse that showed the outlines of a lace bra that was generously filled with her big breasts. No nail polish or make-up though. Judging from her face, she was

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT??? OH MY GOD!!!” I was flabbergasted, I was so shocked, my heart raced and sweat came out of every pore in my body.

It was her.

Just when I had convinced myself that all this had been a dream, with my ID suddenly being in my wallet and my hair and clothes dry, inexplicable reality hit me right in the face. The hot (excuse me) doctor was the girl from the right cage. The one I had been kissing with so passionately. The pee lover.

My soulmate.

“Are you alright?” She asked, but quickly shouted “Maya, prepare shock kit, patient is unstable”

“Nono, I am alright, it’s just…” I tried to speak

“Go on, stay with us” she replied, putting a syringe at the bend of my ellbow. As she shot in the drug, I could hear me say “I know you”, then I fell asleep.

To be continued?

The End
written by Sinna 10feb-2014
© 2pee4you,

Pee Story: Ways to enjoy

Passionate lesbian seduced me into first time bedwetting together

I got to know this girl two weeks ago. We were dancing together in a group. Then it was her birthday and she invited me. It was very nice of her. The party was great and because I came from further away than anyone else, I was offered a place to sleep. She told me that I could share her double size bed with her, because her boyfriend was abroad for work.

I did not mind, as I had done that many times before with other girls, even cuddling up and feeling protected by each other. After the last guests had left, I was pretty tipsy already. She also had had some drinks, but not as many as I had. After all, she had to be able to provide for her guests all the time. So we went to bed. Her bedroom was in the basement and there was an old wooden stove spending light and warmth. I immediately felt very good about it.

On her bed there were some sheep furs, very soft and cozy. We changed into our pajamas. I did not look what she did, but I took off my panty as I always like to be naked underneath a soft silky fabric. I got in bed first, as she was putting another log into the fire. Rolling on my side, I felt her pulling up the blanket and getting underneath. Soon after, I felt her cold feet on the calf of my back leg. She immediately pulled it back and said “sorry”.

The cold had shaken me up a bit, but I replied “oh, no problem”. She said “You are warmed up already. Can I spoon with you until I get warmer?” not finding that a crazy idea at all, as we girls often cuddle, I said “yes, of course. Come here”

She rolled over and clinged to me tightly, putting her arms around me so that I was lying on her upper arm while her other arm was holding my chest, just below my perky breasts. Of course I could feel her tits against my back. They were pretty big and soft.

“good night” I said “good night, thanks for coming” she replied. “No problem, it is my pleasure.”

I felt my bladder stretching and being very full at that time already, but you know how it is. Just having gotten under that blanket and warmed up, I did not want to stray through the basement looking for a toilet. “I can hold it until tomorrow” were my last thoughts before I fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night because I REALLY had to pee so badly. My friend was still tied up around me. Slightly panicking, I wanted to pull the blanket back quickly and get upstairs. At least I knew where the toilet was there, as opposed to the basement. With thoughts already at the toilet, I noticed that I couldn’t move my hands very far. I seemed to be stuck at my wrists! What was going on?

While I still wondered, I heard a soft, female voice whispering in my ear, nibbling gently at my earlobe in between words “it’s ok Sinna. You are safe with me. I tied your hands to the bed” “what?? why??” I replied anxiously. “Pssst” she hissed to indicate that I should lower my voice.

“You fell asleep instantly. I was rubbing your cute belly when I noticed that you had a big bulge that was steadily increasing in size. I suppose you need to pee?”

“Yes, but I can’t go with my hands tied to the bed. Is that a joke?”

“No, my dear Sinna. And I hope that you forgive me for this. I am attracted to your belly and huge bladder and I just want to keep you here with that beautiful bulge.”

As she said that, I noticed that indeed, there had been some movement at my lower back. Thinking about it, I just wanted to dismiss it as random sensation when a juicy wet tongue barely touched my neck and the girl was moaning with pleasure.

“Oh my god, she is masturbating!!” I realized.

The moaning got louder quickly and with the most sexy intonation I had ever “felt” she whispered right in my ear “I… am.. exploding.. against you… Sinna” she trembled and moaned loudly now and I could hear loud hissing. My back got very warm all of a sudden and I heard what seemed to be the sound of water shooting out somewhere. The side I lay on felt wet now and it seemed to spread through my pajamas, making me warm everywhere.

“What was that?” I asked. “I also needed to pee. I just could not hold it in. Sorry, but I emptied my bladder against your back and into my bed just now. But isn’t it nice and warm?”

“Yes, but…” I mumbled, when she interrupted me: “No buts today, Sinna. I will help you. Tying your hands was the first step. Now the bed and your pajamas are already wet, so there is nothing you need to worry about, for example this” and I felt her very wet hand creeping under my pajamas and slightly into my pants. I thought she wanted to touch my pussy, but instead, I felt huge pressure on my bladder. She was pushing down on my bulge!

“No please, I really need to pee” I shouted “Don’t worry dear. Calm down, concentrate on the good feelings” she somehow was right. The pressure made me feel uncomfortable, but there was a pleasant tingle in my peehole that I could concentrate on. Still, I felt that it was wrong peeing anywhere else than in a toilet. “Please let me go, I am bursting” I wept. “I know Sinna, I know” she whispered very calmly and released the pressure on my bladder, keeping her hand on my stomach.

The blanket was pulled up slightly, letting in some fresh air that gave me goosebumps and made my nipples stand up. She pulled out her arm from under my head and was moving upwards against my back. Soon after, she had rolled over me and was now lying in front of my. We were facing each other. She stuck her head in between my bound arms and hugged me, pushing one of her legs in between my thighs, so that it touched me “down there”. Then she grabbed me very tightly. I got wet at the front, as her wet clothing was touching mine. We lay in a puddle of liquid that was still nice and warm. Her face was very close to mine when she said “May I kiss you long and passionately?” and her lips were teasingly and briefly touching up against mine.

Somehow, the whole situation felt so intimate and special that I embraced the atmosphere. I was in the mood for passion and definitely kissing. So without giving a verbal answer, I pushed my head a bit forward and our lips touched permanently. She had soft lips and wow, she was a good kisser. Her breasts were pushing against my erect nipples which, combined with her incredible lip and tongue movements, aroused me more than I had ever been before. Had I not been entirely wet around my body, I would have felt it in my pants now. On the inside, I knew that my fluids were running all about my genitals. I really got lost in the moment and totally relaxed.

I gave myself to her as she led me with her slightly dominant but oh so gentle mouth to new dimensions of passion. Girl passion it was and there was something else that I did not notice at that moment. While conquering my mind with her lust, inducing her horny ecstasy into my blood, she was slowly increasing the pressure on my belly again. At the point where I suddenly noticed it, it was already too late. I could not control it at all. She knew exactly what she was doing. Immediately when I started to pee freely and without any chance to hold it back, she released the kiss, put her cheek on mine, pulled her body against me and her top leg around me. When she also started to pee and we were essentially pissing into each others crotch, she whispered into my ear “we are one now” and she was right. Not through penetration, but through our combined streams of hot pee that no one could separate now. No one could tell which was which any more, as we were one entity of passion, surrounded by a lake of joy.

Something snapped. My hands were free. She had cut me loose. “Hold me” she said “don’t let me go” and I did. There was nothing I wanted more. After a long hug, we started to kiss passionately and wildly, eventually rolling around in the pee, our hands went to explore our bodies until the morning, when we, meanwhile both naked, rolled up in a tight cuddle. “You can go pee now if you still want to” she said, as we smiled at each other exhausted. I gave her a kiss, whispered “thank you” into her ear “I’m fine” and we both fell asleep.

The End
written by Sinna 3feb-2014
© 2pee4you,

Peeing on the train and filming it

A few years ago, when I was about 19 years old, I did an internship in another city and I had to go there by train every day. One day I just couldn’t help myself. It was spring. I have an extreme fetish period in that time of the year every year. I didn’t have my clipstore yet and I did not have any kind of way to really experience my fetish. The urge had apparently grown quite big, because I did something I had never done before…

I was wearing tight black pants from a shiny material and I thought: ‘It probably won’t show in these pants if I pee a little.’ Peeing on the train had always been a big fantasy of mine and the chairs in this train were made of such niche soft fabric. This was my chance! So I grabbed a newspaper and pretended to read it. It was so hard to pee with other people sitting opposite me (the train was quite full, since it was rush hour). I tried and tried, but it was just to hard. I had to set my mind of the other people I tried to think of how nice it would feel if some warm pee would wet my pants, just a little bit and… I peed.

Oh I had to pee so badly and it felt so nice to let some pee out on that chair in the train. No one was looking at me and I thought that the pee probably hadn’t even wet the seat, that it would just be in my panties and pants. I knew I was going to pee more, just because it felt so nice and so naughty. And I peed more. A little bit again. Oh it felt so nice. And the same thought came up in my head..’Maybe I didn’t pee enough to wet the seat yet..No one will notice if I pee a bit more’ and I did. Now I could actually be very sure that the seat was wet. But it just felt so nice and my naughty feelings weren’t satisfied yet. I thought: ‘I can only be sure that the seat is wet if I pee more than just a little bit.’ so I peed…quite a lot this time. It felt so incredibly nice to just let the pee stream out. I could feel how wet my pants were under my legs. I wanted to feel more pee streaming out… I thought: ‘I’m sure my pants are wet, but the seat is probably not very wet yet. Of course I knew that wasn’t true, but I just didn’t want the nice feeling to be over yet. So I peed again. This time even more. I just kept peeing. It felt soooo good. Now I couldn’t tell myself anymore that the seat wasn’t wet.

But another thought came up: ‘I definitely wet my seat so much, that it will look wet anyway, so there is no reason to stop peeing now. Others will be able to see what I’ve done anyway, so I might just as well pee more.’ I was so aroused by the feeling of the pee running out while I was sitting in the train. I just had to pee more. So I did. I didn’t hold it back anymore. I really peed a lot. I was looking down at my own pants (still hiding behind the newspaper). I saw my entire pants getting wet with pee and I could feel it running down into my boots. I didn’t know if anyone was looking at me, but I felt soooooo ashamed by the thought of it. I just had to get out of the coupé. I got up.

Pee was dripping down from my pants. there was a small puddle on the floor beneath my seat. I tried to get to the toilet as fast as I could. But it was hard, because there were so many people. Luckily the toilet wasn’t occupied! I got in an closed the door. Wow…I took a deep breath. That was so exciting. I still couldn’t believe I had done that. I was so horny from it. I couldn’t stop my fun just yet. I had my phone with me and I decided to film myself, because I felt so proud in a strange arousing kind of way. I was filming my wet pants, when I decided to pee more. It wasn’t really a decision. I just had to go on with my sinful wetting. I set down on the toilet with the toilet lit down and my pants on and I peed and I peed…it was so much. It was running everywhere. The boots that I was wearing were also completely filled up with pee. But most of the pee didn’t run into my boots. It ran all over the floor in the small toilet. I got up and looked at the huge puddle.

I wanted to pee more. I squatted down and peed on the floor. I knew that I was peeing to much, but I just wanted to completely empty my bladder, because it felt soooo good and sooo naughty. I really did flood the entire toilet. I had no time to worry about other people waiting to go to the toilet. I enjoyed my own pee so much. I was sitting down in it, peeing more. I felt heavenly. But when I had finished peeing and slowly started to come back to my normal self, the shame came over me. I was so afraid that there would be pee running out under the door. I thought of the people that would see me come out of this very wet toilet. They would know that I did this, because I had been in here for so long. I tried to clean up as much pee as I could with the newspaper that I still had. It worked quite well. The floor was still wet, but it wasn’t a pool anymore. I waited until the train stopped at a big station, where lots of people went in and out.

I sneaked out of the toilet as fast as I could. Now I had to wait for my own train station. I didn’t go back in to the coupé, I just waited at the doors. a young man was waiting there too. I don’t know if he saw my wet pants. I really wanted to leave a pee stain there too. I tried to pee some more. It would have been so exciting to pee with only the one guy with me.. Would he say something?…Maybe he would like it…I started to get very horny again, but I couldn’t pee fast enough, because the guy got out at the next stop. With no one there it was much easier to pee and I did leave a nice small puddle there too.

Then I arrived at my own station. I walked to my bike as fast as I could, trying not to get any attention, hoping not to meet anyone I knew and hoping that the wetness of my pants wasn’t that obvious. On my bike home I felt awesome again. My pants were so wet and I had done that in the train! I tried to pee some more, but my bladder was all empty. No problem. Peeing on my bike was something I could do any other time, but in the train, like this, was something I would only do once in my entire life!…I think.

It was just the hornyness that took over, I have never had that in such a huge way ever since. I still must have the video somewhere. I don’t have it in my store, because it just had too much emotional value. I wasn’t filming it for others, just for myself. But now, a few years later, I have made so many peeclips and I am actually really proud of this first one and would definitely want to show it to others. But… chaotic me 🙁 I don’t know where the SD card is anymore. (I didn’t throw it away, so I will find it someday!)

Yes..I’ve been naughty again

I visited a public toilet today wearing some sexy high heels and a tight red dress. I really needed to pee, but I didn’t feel like peeing into the toilet. I put the lid down and hunkered on it. I pulled my panties aside and just let the piss spray all over the toilet. It felt so good to finally do such a naughty thing again. I set down a bit higher, on an edge and let my piss-fall run down, wetting the buttons that people would need to touch to flush (I didn’t need to flush of course, since I peed nothing into the toilet bowl) It was nice to piss down on the toilet from so high, because my piss splashed all around and the floor and the walls got wet. It wasn’t enough for me yet. I peed a little bit more on the toilet floor on a spot that had stayed dry. Now I was all out of pee.  And everything around me was smelly. It felt so great. I had really flooded the place. I played with my piss and I decided to wet the flushing-buttons a bit more, just to make sure that the next person would be forced to get my piss on their hands. Then I left, with my legs still wet with pee drops and my shoes completely soaked. Looking at the wet pissy toilet one last time made me so horny! I had to finish buying my groceries and then I got on my bike to go home. I still was so horny from what I had done and just couldn’t control myself. I pissed a bit more while I was cycling home. I could feel it dripping down on my legs. My saddle was all wet now and my dress had a big wet spot. And I was in plain sight of everyone. It felt so great to be this naughty again. At home I had to touch myself right away. I filmed the wetness of my saddle and my dress and then I went to the bathroom to masturbate. I filmed that too. I was so horny that I played with the high heel of my pissy shoe in my pussy. I just couldn’t stop myself. I fingered myself and touched myself for a long time, towards a very hot orgasm. And I openly told you in this clip what I was fantasizing about… Oh it was so hot.. I was imagining how you pushed your big cock inside my pussy and how we were both in the pissy toilet. It was so hot… ‘Oh yes fuck me…Please don’t stop’ I talked out loud while I was dreaming away. I imagined how a huge load of delicious sperm exploded from your hard pulsing cock inside my pussy and then… I got so hot and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I had such an incredibly hot orgasm. I squirted a powerful stream, wetting the bathroom floor, my shoe and the rug under the toilet. I really wasn’t prepared for that. I can’t wash the rug, because it isn’t washing machine proof. But I didn’t care and I still don’t care. It just felt so amazing. I am still getting hot when I think back. I hope to upload the clip tomorrow, so that you all can see what I’m talking about 🙂 Oh..I’m getting all horny again just writing this. I might just quickly masturbate one more time 😀