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I recently acted on a pee fetish, and it didn't go as well as I hoped. My story is posted below. Please add your story of when you acted on a fetish. I'm curious if it ever works out, or if what happened to me is the norm.

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I recently broke up with my girlfriend. It was my first time admitting or acting on my pee fetish and these actions basically led to our breakup. Here is my cautionary tale of what happened. I changed a few details for privacy reasons.

A few weekends ago, my girlfriend (call her Samantha) and I went on a camping trip together, and she let me plan the whole thing. I chose a remote campground up in the mountains that has only 24 campsites along a huge loop through the park. Off of the loop are a number of hiking trails that lead to local sites of interest like a bog, a small waterfall, and a boulder field with some fossils. The only downside to the location is that there is only one set of bathrooms and showers located at the entrance to the park. The loop is about 2 miles long, so the furthest sites are about a mile from the facilities. I booked site 10, about half way through the loop – I figured this would increase my chances of seeing some woods peeing. I was excited for the trip overall, but I thought this could be a bonus. We slept together several times, and by this point she was very comfortable around me, but I never saw her pee.

We left together on Friday night, stopped for dinner on the way, and arrived at our campsite about half an hour before sunset. I built a fire, pulled out a case beer, and we sat by the fire chatting about everything – school, classes, spring break trips. Since I have a weak bladder and beer hits me hard, I drank conservatively (although we are out in the woods, it is embarrassing to get up every 2 seconds when you are, in particular, trying to impress a girl). Samantha, however, could really put the beer down. A couple hours after we arrived, I was on my third beer; Samantha had already finished 4 and was working on her fifth.

After finishing one of her stories, she stood up, squeezed her crotch, and declared – “whoo - I need to pee. Where are the bathrooms?”. I explained that they were at the entrance about a mile down the road. “Well, can you drive me then?” she pleaded while half-jokingly grabbing herself with both hands. “I’m sorry. I would….. but I’ve been drinking. If you don’t want to walk, there is plenty of forest all around you.” She looked at me, paused, and replied “I’ve never peed on a tree, or outside. I wouldn’t really know how.” I looked astounded. “I’ve been hiking with you, you also drink a lot. How is it possible that you’ve never peed outside?”, I ask. “It’s just never come up” she replied, bluntly.

“I can show you how if you want”, I offer. “Yeah, you would like that, wouldn’t you, dirty boy…. Come here, show me how it’s done”, she says, seductively. She takes off her pants and underwear and stands there with the light of the fire softly glowing on her naked bottom. I am so tempted to touch her, but I resist the temptation. I bring her over to a tree, show her how to squat, shine a light to make sure that the pee doesn’t land on her shoes, and tell her just to go. She hesitates for a second, looks at me, then starts releasing a torrent right there in front of me. I stood there in front of her watching the stream come out; it must have lasted 20 seconds. She finishes up, grabs the pants and underwear from me and without wiping puts them on. At this point, I also needed to pee somewhat, but was hard and could not do so, so I joined her back over by the fire.

Around the fire, I probed her a bit more about how she has never peed outside. On hikes there apparently have always been bathrooms, or when there weren’t any, swimming spots where she could do her business in the water. On the drinking front, she admitted to peeing herself on a couple occasions as she found herself short without a bathroom. “When the wave hits me and I’m drunk”, she said, “it just sometimes comes out”. “That’s kinda gross”, I respond. The conversation tamed a bit more, and a while later I get up and say “Nature calls”.

I walk over to a tree and while partially facing her, to give her a view, take care of my business. Just as I am finishing, she gets up, takes off her pants, and walks over to the same tree as before. As she squats, she says “I have to go too”. I stand next to her, but this time I don’t resist the temptation to grab her. I grab her with a cupped hand and my fingers around the bottom portion of her lips. She cringes. “I really have to pee”, she says. “Well, just pee on my hand”, I say. “Greg, I’m serious, I’m going to leak on you if you don’t move your hand”. I begin to finger her a bit and grab her breast with my other hand. Not more than 20 seconds later, I feel a squirt of hot liquid hit my fingers. “Oh!”, she declares. I don’t stop and just continue to finger her. A few seconds later I feel another squirt, then another, until it became just a steady stream flowing through my hands. In the moment I whisper “Yeah, pee on my hand!”. The flow continues through my fingers for what seems like forever. It eventually stops and I continue to finger her. “Let’s go into the tent", I say. We move over the 15 feet to the tent, and have sex. Soon after, we both fall asleep.

The next morning, things seemed to have changed. I woke up to the sound of the car pulling out of the campsite. A little while later, she comes back. I ask where she was, and she said, “to the bathroom”. We spend the day hiking, picnicking and come back to make dinner. The whole day she hardly drank anything and not once did she go to the bathroom until before dinner when we arrived back from our hike, at a trailhead close to the park entrance. That evening, we made dinner over the fire and roasted smores. We still had a significant fraction of beer left (I bought a 24 pack), but she didn’t have any. We still talk for a while, but she seemed distant. After a while, I say. “Hey. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you last night”. She looked at me and said. “I think you are ok, but I am not really into the kind of things we did last night. I’m not saying that I don’t want to date you, but I want to pee in private.” “You seemed into it last night,” I said. “I explored with you, because I like you, but that’s not something I really want to do again. I found it humiliating and weird.”

We continued to see each other for a couple of weeks, but then she broke up with me, saying “It’s just not working out”. I know that the incident in the forest soured things between us.