Peeing

I lay in bed completely and utterly satisfied from hours of making love. I had made my lover cum by riding his deliciously stiff cock and he had simply spunked inside me, rolled me over onto my back and started all over again having felt the moisture that was erupting out of my cunt.
What a lucky lass I am!

I stood above him and together we fondled my clitoris and my pussy. I pulled my labia apart for him to have a good look at what was going on inside and I came once more; great gushes that splashed onto his stomach and trickled onto the sheets below.

I apologised once more for wetting the bed; a regular occurrence that is always greeted with the same response – “why are you apologising for being a gloriously spunky woman?”
He continued to say that it was not a problem and he rather likes me leaving my mark on his bedclothes, as long as there is time for him to either change the bedding or enable the cum to dry off in order for him to sleep without discomfort!

When it first happened, I was quite mortified. I hated the idea of making a mess in his bed, even though I liked the idea of him having a healthy reminder of my presence there earlier in the day.
Simultaneously though, by the time I did get into his bed for the first time, I had come to terms with the fact that I was a pretty, spunky person and that it was bound to happen.
We accommodate my squirtiness with the help of plenty of towels at the side of the bed to soak up the majority of my orgasms.

I sometimes wonder whether his other lover’s are still or have been as moist as me, or indeed his future ones. Maybe he would like to have sex with someone who was less likely to smother him and his furniture or indeed his floor with copious amounts of pussy fluid. Maybe it would be quite enjoyable to climb into bed with a woman who was less likely to pour her wares all over him. Maybe it might be quite good, for a change, to shift his cock into something that wasn’t awash with excitement all of the time. But try as I might, I cannot prevent myself from flooding him and his bed on most occasions that I clamber in there.

Does this make me abnormal? Does it mean that I did not concentrate my efforts sufficiently to toning those pelvic floor muscles after giving birth? Well, there is certainly a possibility that the latter is true but that is another story. The truth of the matter is that I am extremely turned on by my lover and at the merest thought of him touching me or making love to me, I can feel a swelling in my cunt that is accompanied by a huge rush of fluid almost instantaneously. The other day, for example, he hadn’t even touched me but I was gently rubbing his cock and taking it down my throat. At one point, I took him down further than I had done before and this excited me beyond belief. This in itself without any provocation from his fingers made me cum. I shouted out to him that I was about to cum, just in time for him to tickle my pubes and catch the splashes in his hand.

In my lighter moments, I just tell myself that I am one of those extremely fortunate women who is totally in touch with her sexuality and that it is this, not a lack of decent plumbing down below, that makes me the wet and excited spunker that I am.
And this has got both my lover and myself thinking about female sexuality and how there may be plenty of women out there who are suppressing their urge to emit fluid from their body during sex for one basic reason; they are worried that it might be piss.

There is still the assumption that women are simply peeing when they cum and there is still, to my knowledge no definitive answer to this that has been scientifically proven.
As discussed previously, I have my own belief on this and I have seen a video of my cummy moment where it is absolutely apparent that the juices that spurt out when aroused are coming from an entirely different hole than my pee hole. I have seen it with my own eyes; tiny black specks of holes opening around my pee hole at the moment of total sexual excitement.
I have also tasted my cum, on my own fingers and on my lover’s cock as I treat him to a blow job after his dick has been smothered in my cum juices.
It doesn’t taste or smell like urine. It is quite distinct.

But of course, women don’t really talk about this, which in turn, reiterates the myth about peeing and female ejaculation. If you don’t talk about it, how can you know whether this is something that you are experiencing in isolation or whether it is something common to many women?
But we have to talk about this!
I find it almost criminal that there are hundreds and thousands of women out there who are repressing their physical sexuality because they are frightened of that distinct moisture in their body being nothing but pee.

How many times do you hear of surveys where it says that a phenomenally low number of women have either experienced an orgasm or regularly climax? It is a harrowingly large amount of women who have not had this experience. The numbers of women, when asked whether they have experienced a vaginal orgasm, is even lower. Clitoral orgasms are apparently more common, possibly because this is an orgasm that can be readily experienced through masturbation, assuming that women feel that they can be honest about this part of their sexuality as well.

But let us imagine that there are a proportion of women out there who have experienced a clitoral orgasm and have had to suppress a vaginal orgasm because the feeling inside them is too akin to the act of peeing. Surely this is abhorrent and wrong?
They must be told!
Furthermore, my lover has a theory that it is precisely these women who are suppressing their urge to cum that are those who are closest to realising their sexual potential.

I could rephrase his writing but I think readers should hear it directly as he thought about it – and he is a far more capable writer than me.

Thesis
At some point in their early sexual experiences, many young women (of those who are fortunate enough to have a sexual partner who doesn't just cum quickly and stop) feel an ejaculation building up inside them and have an absolute fear that it's piss that's about to spurt - with all the embarrassment and shame that would ensue. To avoid that happening they take various measures, including the avoidance of passionate and "out of control" sex. Thus they miss out on the sheer enjoyment and the bliss of complete sexual fulfilment that orgasmic ejaculatory sex offers.
They assume there's "something wrong with them" since having sex should not encompass pissing on one's partner. It appears to be an unpleasant fact they've discovered about themselves - that they have this urge to "piss". They obviously keep it to themselves and feel they cannot discuss it, even with close friends, since none of them have the same issue, it would seem. For the rest of their lives they're resolved not to "let go", and therefore feel inhibited, sometimes to the point of just seeing sex as a trial and a tribulation. And yet, ironically, these women who reach the point of ejaculation with some rapidity are the very ones who are potentially the closest to being completely sexually fulfilled, if only they knew it, if only they could lose their inhibitions in this regard. (Of course there are lots of women for whom this is never an issue since they don't have partners who know how to pleasure them sufficiently, or perhaps aren't able to.)

Remedies?

After explaining the reality of what's happening to them physiologically, it should be pointed out that it's literally impossible for a man to have an erection and piss at the same time. However, since women use two different bits of plumbing for pissing and for ejaculating, it's sometimes possible for a woman to pee slightly in the throes of sexual passion. The thing is - so what? Is it harmful? No, of course not. Plenty of people find pissing on their partner and being pissed on very erotic.

Suggest that women can conquer their fear of pissing on their partner(s) by doing it deliberately in a controlled situation, after which it cannot possibly be an issue. Once they can see that their partner isn't frightened or disgusted by the experience then they can't continue to be afraid of doing it, especially if they're persuaded that their fluids are 99% guaranteed to be a sexual ejaculation rather than a pee. They should take it in turns with their partner to lie or sit in the bath or shower and pee on one another. There - quite enjoyable really, isn't it?

And I simply want to reiterate his words.
There are some unfortunate people who will not experience this build up of ejaculatory fluids because their partners are too consumed in their own urgency to cum that they forget there is another person involved in the so-called love making. Pity these women enormously for they are missing out on the most divine experience known to humankind.

But also consider the possible remedy that my lover suggests.
If we can overcome the fear of what is coming out of our pussies when we are making love, then we have the possibility of not suppressing anything and can thus experience the orgasm and the ejaculation whether it be simple fuck juices or a little bit of urine mixed in.

How can women overcome this fear?
Firstly, they need to talk about it, between themselves acknowledging this perfectly normal phenomenon. They also need to talk to their partners, explaining to them what happens when they are feeling climatic during sex.
If, however, they cannot bring themselves to talk or admit to the possibility of their ejaculation being mixed with pee, then perhaps they ought to do what my lover suggests and think about enjoying some raunchy sexuality by peeing on one another.

Believe me, it is incredibly exciting.

Initially, I was incredibly concerned that my ejaculation was piss until firstly, I realised that it wasn’t and secondly that even if it was, it didn’t matter. The most important thing, as far as I and my lover was concerned, was that I was excited by the touches and even the prospect of having sex to such an extent that I wanted to emit juices – and frequently.

And once I had become accustomed to this fact, then other inhibitions fell by the wayside too.

How did this happen? How did I stop worrying about pee?
Well, I suppose a considerable amount of that comes down to the relationship and the openness with my lover. He categorically told me that it was not a problem if I pissed on him. Furthermore, he would actually like me to do so.

Then there were the phone calls.

I don’t think I am alone in saying that when I am excited, I sometimes want to go to the loo. I have always thought that this was a build up of urine. It was possibly the same as when you are laughing so much you also need to pee.
And then this thought struck me. Perhaps when I was excited, and when I was amused to the point of wetting myself the build up of fluid within me was not actually pee but a build up of excitement that is pretty similar to a climax.
I am not suggesting that laughing at a comedy show can give you an orgasm but it is possible that the pressure building up inside is not urine but excitement fluid. A few sexual thoughts and a quick wank and you would soon experience a delicious vaginal cum.

And so it was with the telephone calls. My lover was giving me a serious dose of phone sex and I was aware that a) I needed to touch myself and b) I needed to pee. At first, I told him that I needed to finish the phone call because I needed the loo. His natural response was to say that he did not want me to put the phone down. He wanted me to listen to me peeing.
No sooner had I sat on the toilet than I realised I was too turned on to pee (another thing that makes me wonder whether it really is possible to pee when you are engorged) but eventually the rush of waters sprang forth and I was soon gushing some delightful juices out of my cunt.
Who knows whether they were pee or cum? All I knew was that at the other end of the telephone was a man who was getting extremely aroused at listening to me pissing something out of me, and that in turn this enabled him to cum.

The phone calls continued and soon we had discussions about how turned on we were by listening to each other pee. This transpired into us watching one another pee and I can still remember how incredibly excited I was to see him whip his cock from his trousers to piss under the railway bridge, watching me, watching him and enjoying that very sexual moment.

By the time I had seen him pee and he had held his hand underneath me to feel the trickles of urine fall over his hand, then there seemed no problem if I accidentally emitted urine whilst we were having sex.
Every inhibition was gone. There was complete openness. There was nothing to hide. We were complete in our intimacy with one another; a fact in itself that is exciting and stimulating.

And this is how I overcame my concerns about pissing, whilst always convincing myself that what came from my cunt when I was having sex was ever so unlikely to be anything other than fuck juices.

At the beginning of this piece, I explained how I had recently experienced a delightful love-making session where he had cum whilst I was riding his cock. I had gone on to ejaculate all over the place, missing the rather un-carefully and misplaced towels.
I was completely overcome with sexiness and horniness that day and I really wanted to experience something else, despite being totally satisfied and fulfilled by my day.
So I asked him if he would piss on me.
He needed to get rid of any arousal but of course, he would be delighted to do so.

We walked into the bathroom and I sat on the toilet, waiting in eager anticipation. My cunt was well and truly rogered and I had cum so frequently that I thought there was no possibility of me cumming whilst he did this, yet I still splashed something out.
Feeling his warm urine splashing from my tits onto the floor and into the toilet pan was extremely erotic. That he paused and more came out, was utterly amazing and the following short spurts of final peeing had me in an ecstatic state that I had not experienced before.
I could have fucked him immediately, and later in the day I did.

There is something deliciously erotic about being this intimate with another human being, and whilst I accept that this would not be the case for everyone, it certainly works for me and mine.
But let us return to the main point of writing this.
Women need to lose their inhibitions in order to fulfil their sexual potential.
We can no longer go on with such vast amounts of womankind squirming away and resisting the urge to cum because they live in the fear that a small amount of urine could come from their bodies as they climax.

It doesn’t matter! It is natural and it can be made into something beautifully and sexually enriching.
Our bodies are at their natural best when they are coupled with another, and everything that is natural should be embraced, even if that includes a small speck of urine.

And whilst we are on the subject of being completely open about our bodies, isn’t it about time that we stopped being repulsed by our own bodies? There are plenty of women who cannot bear to look at their own cunts because they are horrified at its makeup, yet men cannot get enough of looking at cunts. What is good for the goose should be good for the gander.
Maybe, just maybe, by losing inhibitions about peeing, women can bring themselves to look more carefully at their own pussies, and ultimately, with the help of videos and photos, women will soon realise that their bodies are exceptional creations and that there are little holes within them that clearly differentiate between piss and cum.