… a somewhat different biography …
This book is not a scientific or mathematical work. “My Life with π” is a kind of biography that tells the story of my extraordinary sexual fetish… In this unique biography, the author recounts his extraordinary sexual fetish, which has accompanied him throughout his life. The story begins with the discovery of his predilection for women who urgently need to urinate and how this realization turned his previously unremarkable sex life upside down.
“My Life with π” is a captivating narrative of self-discovery, fetishism, and life’s unexpected twists and turns. This book is not suitable for readers under 18, as it deals with explicit content and sexual acts that may not appeal to everyone. The author discusses his specific fetish, known as “desperate pee,” where “π” stands for “pee.”
The book explores the associated sensations and the particular pleasure that both men and women can experience when acting out this fetish. The author emphasizes the importance of respectful interaction. Misunderstandings about misogynistic or sadistic views are clearly rejected, as these do not correspond to the spirit of the book.
AmazonExcerpt from “My Life with π” © Copyright 2025 Peter Schmit
The beginning of an extraordinary passion
How did I begin to recognize and love my fetish, or rather, how did it all begin? As an author writing in the first person, I want to share my story in a way that is not only captivating but also offers insight into a particular facet of my sexuality. As I mentioned in the foreword, my fetish is that I find it extremely arousing when a woman desperately needs to pee. I had never really consciously thought about such things.
My sex life had been rather unremarkable up to that point. However, since my early youth, I had always been fascinated by women with very large breasts . The bigger they were, the more arousing I found them. But suddenly, a completely new world of sexuality opened up to me …
It hadn’t been long since I had separated from my ex-wife. One Saturday evening, around 6 p.m., I strolled through the city center of my hometown, where I was born and had spent my entire life.
Standing in front of a department store that was about to close , where I waited for my bus, I felt somewhat lost. Lost in thought, I was preoccupied with my breakup and wasn’t really in any great hurry to get home.
At that moment, a woman stepped in front of me; she was about 40 years old, somewhat plump, and had shoulderlength, straight, brown hair. Her large breasts immediately caught my eye. With a slightly embarrassed expression, she turned to me: “ Could you please help me? I really need to pee, the department store is about to close, and I don’t know what to do …”
It’s important to mention that the phrase “she was standing in front of me” wasn’t entirely accurate, as she was fidgeting and shifting excitedly from one foot to the other. Being a polite and courteous man, I offered my assistance. I explained that there was a shopping center further up the street that should definitely still be open.
She then asked me if I could accompany her. Of course, I was happy to do so. So we set off for the shopping center, which was about 100 meters away.
Upon arriving at the shopping center, we went straight to the information desk. I approached the employee there and asked about the customer restroom. Unfortunately, I learned that it was currently closed due to a malfunction. The woman with the urgent problem looked at me in horror. From that moment on, I noticed with surprise that I, too, was already getting flustered.
It occurred to me that there were two cafés in the adjacent side street that might still be open. So we continued on, out of the shopping center and into the side street. We chatted a bit along the way; I had the impression that she wanted to distract herself so she wouldn’t constantly struggle with the fact that her need was becoming increasingly urgent. We decided to use first names.
She introduced herself as Sabine and thanked me warmly for helping and accompanying her through this difficult situation.
We were now standing in front of the first of our intended cafés — unfortunately , it was closed. Sabine groaned and said to me, ” I don’t know how much longer I can hold it. ” I tried to encourage her and give her hope.
Finally, we set off for the next café. But as we walked, it became increasingly difficult for her ; she was obviously having serious trouble moving, as her bladder must have been bursting.
