Pissing Blog

I think this may actually be an enema expulsion scene, but hey, use your imagination!

From Lupus.

OK, OK, so I know this is just a dribble of beverage. But the way her toes are right on his face, holding him in place? You gotta admit what it looks like:

In which the maid is forced to serve as the master’s chamberpot. From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons.

It’s here: Pissing.com. Worth the wait, I’d say!

Here’s Flower Tuci first begging for the piss, then kneeling for it, then reveling in it, then finally wringing it out of her hair. And she’s clearly loving every drop:

So this country gentleman goes for a walk, when he decides it’s time for a whiz in the bushes. The pissing commences:

What he did not know was that a young lady was sitting in those very same bushes, with a book of erotic poetry in one hand and the other hand in her pussy:

Hilarity, as they say, ensues.

These ladies (and I use the term very loosely here) thought they’d found a quiet dark place to pee. But then the flash went off:

I found this picture in a gallery on Spanking Blog; apparently this poor girl got the piss caned out of her — literally — and then had to mop up her own mess:

Bitchy Jones writes about the pleasures of pee:

I love piss.

Just the thing. In and of itself. The hot, the salt, the colour, the smell. God, I love the smell. I love the way it works like perfume and the scent of it changes as it dries on your skin. The way it kaleidoscopes through different notes. It starts off light and nothing, then fruit, green apples I’d say if I was so inclined – and then it just gets darker and harder and nastier until it’s just dirty back streets and bad, bad things.

Everywhere you shouldn’t go. Everything you shouldn’t say. Everyone your mother warned you about.

Link via ErosBlog.

Party girls caught behind the dumpsters, squatting to pee: