The beginning
Since I can remember I have always been into piss and not just piss as in yeah pissing feels really good I mean like seriously into it. As kid I was always having a feeling of euphoria whenever I took a leak, a pure feeling of joy that I always looked forward to. I remember going on a camping trip with my dad and I can honestly say that that was the beginning of me truly starting to understand just what it meant to enjoy one self.
I apologize, I have so many thoughts on the matter, so many thoughts that my mind is somewhat jumbled with everything that I want to say. A lot of these little tidbit stories are just moments in my life that have come and gone and also things I have thought about a lot. So if it doesn't flow as well as it should that is why.
It was a very long time ago but I remember it vividly. Long story short (maybe I'll post the longer story another time) but it was late at night I was a kid, my dad was pretty drunk and we were camping. I really needed to pee but we were in the woods and I was scared and I wanted my dad to go out with me. He told me it was too late and that should go outside by myself like a big kid or I should just pee in my sleeping bag and then go back to bed and we will worry about it in the morning. I tried to hold out as best as I could but before I could give in myself I heard a "hissing" sound. My dad was pissing in his own sleeping bag beside me and then I did the same. That was probably the first time I had on purpose pissed myself and my "bed" and it felt wonderful. Oddly enough and also pretty understandable at the same time but me and my dad never spoke of that night ever again. Maybe he didn't remember it, maybe he has repressed it but it has always stuck out in my mind as something I vividly remember so I know it happened wheter or not I have any actual proof of it. Sadly though due to many circumstances my dad and our relationship has gotten worse over the years to the point that we don't actually talk any more.
As a 33 year old man, who still is exploring his piss fetish and also his own dirty urges I just know that deep down there is more to this pissing thing than I realize. Here is just a thought. If you want to piss the bed because you get some kind of joy out of it whether it's a relief of tension or a sexual thrill then go for it! It's your life, you aren't harming anyone by doing it. If you choose not to protect the mattress again your choice just know it will be expensive to replace them so often but yes it could he even more fun not being so prepared. There are lots of alternatives for protection you just gotta be resourceful and creative. Hell I'm not a bedwetter at all but just by talking to so many online guys about it I have so many ideas as to how to do it and protect the mattress and clean up as well. In closing whether you do it very often or every night don't feel too bad about it... There are way worse things that happen in the world, why stress about something so minor.
I love the smell of pee, I honestly really do. I don't know why but I do. From the fresh smell of a fresh pee to the rank stale old piss smell like the one from many times over pissed undies or a well used restroom. I just find the smell such a turn on. I think that has led me to do what I can to keep experiencing that smell as much as I can. Sometimes, Laying in bed before bedtime and I realized I need to pee pretty bad. I probably could have held it in til morning if it wasn't too bad but I decided to empty my bladder. I didn't want to get up out of bed as I'm all comfortable and lazy in bed. I scrounged around my bed and found my old trusty pee bottle a Gatorade bottle that holds 955 ml. It smells great. I whip it out and as I lay there hearing the pee fill the bottle pretty quickly I decide to use my phone to see how full it is. It's pretty full. Just capped it off and now bed time. I'll deal with the bottle tomorrow.
The sounds the sounds of peeing I just love the different sounds you can make. The sad truth is that I do. I really truly do. I woke up and stretched and realized that I needed to pee and like a good man I waddled over to the bathroom whipped it out and used the toilet like I'm supposed to. Not my favorite way to do it and certainly not the most taboo but I honestly enjoy peeing so much that I loved the sound of my pee hitting the water, the strong morning pee smell wafting in the air. It all went in the toilet this time I swear....
I literally cannot explain it, I cannot explain why I want to do it, why I look forward to each time and why I keep coming back to do it but it's true. Sometimes I just walk around the place and I think about places I could pee, sometimes I actually tank up on liquids just so I can. There are times when I just let it all go in one spot and there are times when I just let a little spurt out just to say I did it. Most of the time it dries but sometimes I just need to use some paper towel or a towel to soak it up - Worst of all is that the more I do it, the more I want to do it but sometimes it makes me feel bad but I always come back to it.
Life is short, what I like to do doesn't hurt anyone (I need to remind myself of this daily) so why should I deny myself some dirty pleasure once in a while?