At my first school each grouping of classrooms had acommunal space with three single-stall bathrooms: one for boys, one for girls,one unisex handicap. The unisex one had a toilet and a urinal, and I gotcurious one day and tried using the urinal. I had to take my pants all the wayoff and get really close. It was interesting for sure, a lot harder to getgoing. But I kept using it whenever I could because it was kinda cool peeinglike a boy. One time, I forgot to lock the door and a boy walked in on me. Wejust awkwardly stared at each other while I was standing there peeing.Honestly, it was a rush. I didn’t know it at the time because I was so young,but I got pretty aroused. I kinda wanted someone to watch me pee again.
About a year later my mom decided I should take swimminglessons at the rec center which I hated because the center itself was ancientand disgusting, and all the other girls in the class were morons. The showersand changing stations had partitions that were falling apart, but it didn’treally matter because all these dumb girls would just run around naked andconfused. I took advantage of the opportunity though, so one day when one ofthe other girls who I didn’t mind as much was in the shower across from mine, Iwaited until we made eye contact, inched my partition open, and started peeingonto the shower floor. She noticed after a couple seconds and watched in whatlooked like amazement. I gave her a smile and walked away. It was just asthrilling. I didn’t really know why at the time. Something about the taboonature of it, how we’re always taught to keep our private parts private, yet alot of what happens down there feels really good.
A couple years after that, as I wrote in a previous story,the neighbor boy showed me what masturbation was. After several years ofpracticing on myself and developing a taste in boys, moisture started buildingdown there while I did. I had to do internet research to find out if I wasletting a little pee go but quickly found out it’s something else. It startedhappening even when I wasn’t masturbating and the warmth in my panties feltgood, especially in the winter.
I discovered I like girls when I was 13 which I also told ina previous story. I was watching Harold and Kumar and the thought of what itmust have been like behind the scenes of the bottomless party had me flush.What if they accidentally peed or bled or dripped moisture and contaminated theset? I kept watching movies with full nudity and soon enough wanted to be in ascene like that. I did everything I could naked in the hopes of spreading mywomanhood all throughout my room. I didn’t wipe when I peed for so long becauseI wanted it to linger, I wanted to feel dirty from it. If I got horny, I wouldjust let the moisture build and build and let it drip wherever until I couldn’ttake it anymore and had to get myself off. I developed such an intense butsensitive touch that year.
As it became easier for me to access the internet with myown computer and crappy first gen iPhone, I had more access to porn, and mytastes escalated very quickly. I had to find out if the pee thing was weird, orif I wouldn’t like watching it from other people, but that only made me like itmore. I watched women pee on each other and so wanted to be in their shoes.
I was kind of lonely growing up. Most of my friends wereguys. I wound up having some kind of sexual experience with almost everyone I’veever really cared about. As nice as it was receiving pleasure from them, it wasprobably even nicer giving them pleasure. There’s a level of trust for sure,especially since there’s a risk of infection. But no matter which gender you’reattracted to, if you’re giving that pleasure, you’re going to be near theurethra. You’re going to be near the organ that expels waste from the body. Sothere’s a level of intimacy, too, to tell someone through your actions “I careabout you so much I don’t mind putting my mouth or genitals near that part ofyour body.” If I’m with someone, I want all of them, and I want them to wantall of me, even the “gross” parts. It made me start to truly believe that mywhole anatomy is beautiful.
And I realized at some point that a lot of guys don’t haveanyone to reach that level of trust or intimacy with, either out of a lack ofconfidence or unfortunate life circumstances or what have you. And I’msympathetic because I’ve been there, which is why I was happy to post both simplenudes and short videos of me peeing on the internet. Like, sure, rub yourgenitals while looking at mine. I’d probably do the same to you.
Which brings me to my current boyfriend, Ethan. He and I areso sexually compatible it’s crazy. Like me, he had an experience with aneighbor girl, except they never touched each other and they were younger thanI was. Apparently the girl was curious why her parents told her to keep herprivate parts private and do the same for other people, so they got naked andjust stared at each other. He said since then, he’s been obsessed with vaginas.He’ll eat me out for hours before we even get to him. And he loves being peedon. He likes when I pee into his mouth while he’s giving me oral. He’ll laydown in the shower, and I’ll stand over him and just let my stream go all overhim. His favorite is when I’ll pee on his dick while it’s inside of me. Trustme, it feels unbelievable for me, too. Every nerve ending in my vulva hassomething rubbing or running against it which makes my entire body explode andconvulse and then go numb. He loves me so he wants all of me.
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