Pee Play is My Kink of Choice

And this is the scariest thing I’ve ever admitted on the internet.

When I was a kid I used to camping every weekend with my grandparents at the same campground, so I was able to make some long term summer friends over the years that we camped there.

One of those friends was a girl named Brooke, and without knowing it, she inadvertently got me into loving pee play and as an adult it’s turned out to be my kink of choice.

How in the world did this happen, you may ask?

Well, one summer day we were walking along the edge of a river in the woods far outside of the campground’s boundaries and suddenly Brooke told me she needed to pee.

We had been out in the woods for hours, as we were wont to do back then when there was nothing much else to do during the day, and I had to admit that I also needed to pee but didn’t want to walk all the way back to the bathrooms to do it, so I just held it quietly.

“I’m gonna pop a squat,” Brooke said.

“What? Pee out here?” I asked.

“Yeah, you’ve never peed outside before? I do it all the time when we’re tenting so I don’t have to walk to the bathroom at night. I’ve gotten really good at it, want to see?”

I didn’t want to admit how much I did want to see, so I just mumbled ‘sure’ or something, and then stood back and watched Brooke pop her squat.

She pulled her shorts and panties down and then leaned against the back of a tree, squatting down as if she were sitting in a chair. She pulled her pants out of the way, spread her feet wide, and then let go a long, long stream of pee onto the ground that puddled between her feet and started rolling downhill toward the river.

And watching her, I felt my twelve year old cootchie get hot and wet and start to throb.

She hovered there for a moment, bobbing her bottom up and down, dripping dry before she pulled up her pants and beamed at me.

“See? Easy! Your turn!”

“Right here?” I asked, looking around, afraid that some unassuming campers would show up in the woods at the exact moment I pulled down my pants.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal, I’ll watch and make sure no one is coming.”

I looked around, one hand at the waist of my shorts ready to pull them down, scanning for the tree I wanted to piss on, all the while feeling the press on my bladder get more intense as I throbbed with something…something I’d never felt before, which I could barely identify as being very, very turned on.

Finally, I put my back to a tree and did the same thing Brooke had done.

I delicately pulled down my shorts and panties, slid down the tree and spread my legs and feet as I did so, and as Brooke watched me with a mischievous smile, I started peeing.

This was much, much different than any of the thousands of times I’d peed before in my life.

For one thing, I felt a breeze on my bare pussy and ass, I could feel little sprays of pee splashing up from the ground and hitting my ankles despite holding my feet wide apart.

Most of all, I felt excited.

Excited that I was doing something I knew I probably shouldn’t be doing — girls don’t pee outside! — and even more excited that Brooke was watching me like it was the most normal thing in the world.

When I was finished, I looked down and saw the puddle I had made on the ground and my pussy was pulsating as I shook myself off and pulled up my pants, which I could instantly feel getting damp with the remnants of my pee and…well, the wetness that had started dripping out of me.

“Cool, huh?” Brooke said. “Now you know how to pee outside.”

So now I knew how to pee outside…and I knew something else about peeing that I never had before:

That I liked doing it where I wasn’t supposed to, and that that really turned me on.

And so began a lifetime of pee play…

Wow.

It’s liberating (and scary) admitting that.

I think a lot of people think pee play is gross, but I know from personal experience (and the amount of pee porn on the internet) that it’s actually pretty common and most people have experimented with pee play at least once or twice in their lives.

Peeing in the shower when you’re not “supposed to”?

That’s pee play.

Do you get really turned on by the feeling of a full bladder and sometimes hold it longer on purpose just because it feels good?

That’s pee play.

Let your boyfriend pee on you in the shower once or twice?

That’s definitely pee play, whether you want to admit liking it or not, you’ve probably engaged in it at least once or twice in your life.

Some of us just go a little farther out of our way to enjoy pee play, and I am one of those people.

I mostly enjoy what they call ‘solo pee play’ in that I don’t often engage in it with a partner.

I’ve been pissed on a few times by boyfriends, but I can’t say it did much for me as it’s not men I enjoy watching take a pee, it’s women.

I can spend hours watching solo pee porn on a few of the sites I frequent that are made specifically for this kink, and it’s always watching women pee that turns me on, probably because watching Brooke is what set this whole thing off in the first place.

I like to watch — and perform — all sorts of solo pee play.

I love holding, which is exactly what it sounds like. It’s not good for your bladder or kidneys I’m sure, but I love holding in my pee til I’m practically bursting, feeling that pressure building in my abdomen and in my crotch until I am desperate to go.

I love wetting my pants, especially a thick pair of jeans.

I’ll stand in a pair of jeans either in the tub or on a pile of towels or dirty laundry and just slowly, slowly let myself go and feel the hot pee fill up my panties before it bursts out in a gush through my jeans and then slides down my legs and pools around my feet.

I especially love letting myself pee while I’m masturbating, often on a pile of pillows and towels with a vibrator inserted in me, I will jill off and let little squirts of pee come out when the pressure gets to be too much, and the release I feel is almost as good as an orgasm.

And, of course, it goes without saying that I pee every time I’m in the shower, usually standing with my legs crossed like I’m trying to hold it in but can’t help it, or I spread my lips and aim for the shower wall, because I’d love to be able to successfully pee standing up one of these days.

When I’m feeling particularly bold or kinky, I’ll pee outside, especially in the summertime when I wear skirts and dresses and it’s easy to let go discretely.

There have been times when I’ve held and held while I’m out running errands only to step out of my car and let it go through my panties right there in the driveway, telling myself I couldn’t ‘make it’ to the bathroom. Mmhmm.

Sometimes I’ll sit on the porch steps, spread my lips and jut my hips forward, seeing how hard and how far I can spray my pee.

When I go to the beach? Watch out. I’ll invariably scoot to the edge of the towel and pee into the sand when no one is looking as it’s so easy to dig a little hole to pee into and fill right back up again with sand.

Just so you know, I’m getting myself incredibly turned on writing this.

But nothing, nothing turns me on more than the thought of peeing on someone else’s face and making them drink my pee.

I haven’t even gotten close to fulfilling that dream — the closest I’ve gotten is peeing on my boyfriend’s leg in the shower and I think he hated it.

But when I’m masturbating, especially when I’m about to come, that is what I am picturing in my head — my pussy hovering over someone’s face, me telling them “I’m going to piss on you!” and then letting go a flood of pee as I cum.

There’s nothing I’d rather do in bed that I haven’t done yet, and I fear that day will never come unless I get bold enough to find someone with the same fetish on Fetlife or something.

But for now, I’m going to just put this out there… because I’ve needed to let it out.

Because I knew, one of these days, I’d need to share my kink.

Even writing under a pen name I’ve been keeping the kinkiest of my kinks under wraps for months because I’m afraid of alienating readers who might be grossed out by what some people thing is a ‘gross’ kink.

But then, that’s exactly why I am coming here today to out myself — because no one should be ashamed of their kinks and I am an advocate for people who are open and honest about their kinks in the bedroom.

It does no one any good to hide who they truly are from the world and from people who might share the same thoughts and feelings as me.

For all I know, I could write this and suddenly have a bunch of DM’s saying “me too” and we’ll all feel better about ourselves.

The thing I like to remember and remind other people is a saying that I think stems from the BDSM community and goes something like:

Your Kink Isn’t My Kink But Your Kink Is Okay.

Which basically means — let’s all accept each other as we are.

We might not share the same kinks, but that doesn’t mean our kinks aren’t okay.

Let’s all remember before judging that there’s a reason “Two Girls One Cup” became a phenomenon.

That kink isn’t my kink, but that kink is okay for some people.

Now, I am going to take a deep breath and relax.

Writing about my kink was more exciting than it was scary, and hitting publish isn’t going to be as scary as openly sharing this post on social media, but one thing at a time.

Even if I do gross out an alienate some readers, I hope there are at least a few of you out there reading who understand and share my kink and understand why I had to share it, too.

Because there’s no room for shame in my bedroom...or bathroom.

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