I have been member of House of Taboo for several months now and always find the photos and videos on watersports most interesting. At great risk of being considered kinky. I must confess that female urination has always been a turn-on for me. As a small boy, it was quite a regular occurrence to witness girls relieving themselves out of doors – on walks in the park, on the way to and from the village school or at play in the open air, it was guaranteed that one or more of the girls would squat down and water the grass when the urge took her.
Similarly, at the seaside during the summer holidays, it was quite common to see girls relieve themselves in the sand. I have a vivid recollection of this happening whilst I was on holiday in Scarborough as a small boy, when a girl, slightly older than myself, squatted down between two deckchairs and urinated nosily in the sand. When she had finished, she pulled up her pants in full view of everyone. At the annual village fete where I lived in Nottingham, it was a common occurrence to see girls and women break away from the inevitable queue that formed outside the tent marked “Ladies” and find alternative cover to relieve themselves.
I remember having a grandstand view through some bushes as two teenage girls took turns to water the grass in a corner of the field. It was also quite common to witness parked cars on roadsides with girls and occasionally women squatting down watering the grass, usually in the cover of their car doors or in the nearest convenient ditch.
In recent years, however, it seems that most girls and women have lost the art of outdoor peeing. Motorway service stations and the strict “no stopping except in emergency” rule (although why a bursting bladder is not considered an emergency I cannot for the life of me understand!) have resulted in enormous lose which must put tremendous pressure on the local water resources – flushing a pint or less of pee down the drain with two gallons of water is an awful waste, really, and when one considers the amount of chemicals which ultimately end up in the sea, is it really environmentally friendly? This has sounded the death- knell for the majority of “roadside piddling.”
Again, authorities will insist on installing awful chemical toilets at beauty spots, which usually smell so awful anyway it’s much healthier to water the grass. At least the steam and fumes are dissipated into the open air and the soil absorbs the chemicals in the urine, which help the grass to grow. As a phenomenon, it would appear that outdoor peeing seems to be mainly the province of small girls, usually held out in their mothers arms.
Occasionally, also, there is evidence in the car parks of at least two local beauty spots that outdoor peeing by young women under cover of darkness takes place and it is not unusual to see tissues discarded alongside the mark of the puddle. As a great believer in outdoor peeing myself, I have the philosophy that when you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go, and that trees and hedges existed well before toilets were thought of. It is neither dirty nor rude to pee out of doors on rambles, bike rides, picnics etc., and it is really a lot more environmentally friendly. It would be nice to be reassured by other readers that the art of outdoor peeing is not dead.
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