After a long walk, I return to my hotel room and kick off my shoes, still fully dressed. I lay down on the bed, just relaxing… but I start feeling the pressure in my bladder. I try to ignore it at first. But the urge grows. I undress slowly, take my time… and soon I’m naked, teasing myself on the bed, completely alone. Or so I think. Then it happens — I raise my legs, and start pissing uncontrollably, all over the hotel carpet. A real stream, real mess, real shame. It splashes on my body, on the floor, on everything. I rub the wetness into my skin, then sit on the edge of the bed and start pissing squating again — letting it pour down onto the carpet, shameless and free. After I’m done, I stand up, quietly look at the mess I’ve made… the huge wet stain on the hotel floor… and then calmly lay back down on the bed to relax, as if nothing happened. It’s raw. It’s voyeur. It’s real.
