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Thanks Wetwulf. I've already got another installment lined up in my head. Just need to get it into print.....

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Dear Wet Carpet,

I just found your site after a friend recommended it to me.

My wetting habits started out of my own laziness, to be honest. I was sitting in my living room in a chair my parents bought for me at a yard sale when I bought my new house. It's an ugly dark brown recliner, but wow is it ever comfortable. When I'm in the living room I spend most of my time there relaxing in that chair, reading a book or watching t.v.

That's what I was doing one evening, watching a very intense episode of The Walking Dead, when my bladder sent the familiar signal that I needed to pee soon. It wasn't too bad, so I adjusted myself in the seat a little and continued to watch. By the time a commercial break finally came, I knew I should get up and go. But the chair is really comfortable.

It was then that my mind started running in directions I never expected. My first thought was I don't feel like walking all the way to the other end of the house to the bathroom. I squirmed and looked around at the chair. It is an old chair, very dark colored. I started wondering if it would show stains, like spills or... A twinge in my bladder made me squirm more. I looked down at my skirt and as if acting out of some instinct I sat up a little to slide my skirt out from under me. I spread my legs and relaxed.

I was surprised first by the quick warm spurt I felt in the crotch of my panties. It surprised me so much that I cut it off, maybe having second thoughts about what I was about to do. My body decided for me, though, as the pressure became to much. I sighed and the warmth grew as I let go completely, feeling my pee pool at my crotch and soak quickly into the cushion under my bottom. I gasped as the soothing warm flow escaped with a soft hiss that I could hear even over my t.v. It was over too soon and I slumped deeper into the chair as the commercial break ended and I continued to watch The Walking Dead.

I peed once more in that chair that night while still watching. When the show was over, I had to pee again and figured What the hell since it was wet already. This time I slid my panties aside and just squirted my hot pee into the cushion.

Well, this laziness became a habit. Every time I was alone in the house and had to pee. I just let go in the chair, enjoying the relaxing warmth under me as I peed. Afterwards I would spray the chair with Febreeze and flip the cushion over, hoping this would curb most of the smell. After about a week, I would toss the cushion in the washer and then replace it, only to repeat the process again every time I was in the living room and needed to pee.

One afternoon my friend (the one who recommended your site) stopped by to see the new place. I gave her the tour and after a quick lunch we relaxed in my living room. Of course I took the recliner, worried it might still be damp or smell like pee. We were chatting about work when the urge to pee crept up. Without thinking, I parted my legs just a little and let go. Right away there was a soft hissing and I was worried my friend might hear it so I cut it off. The pressure built, though, and I had to let go again.

"Are you okay?" my friend asked. I cut it off again, my face turning red.

"Um... yeah, I'm... No. I'm sorry." I tried to think of how to get out of this one, but figured honesty was the best way. "I just peed myself a little."

Her eyed widened, but more from surprise than disgust or upset.

"You did? What... Was it an accident? Do you need to run to the bathroom?" I hesitated, but felt it was too late to go back now.

"No, I can't make it. I'm sorry." I sat back in the chair and sighed, emptying my bladder completely into my chair, right there in front of my friend. "I'm sorry... this just feels so good. Mmm." The hiss of my pee was loud in the room as my friend looked on in silence, eyed glued to the shiny dribble of pee escaping my black leggings and soaking into the cushion.

"Oh my god," she said. "That's incredible." As my flow continued, I watched my friend scoot forward in her seat. At first I thought she was just trying to get a better view of my brazen chair soaking. But as she lifted her long skirt up above her knees and out from under her bottom I had an idea of what she had in mind.

"Go ahead," I said, caught up in the moment. I watched her as she closed her eyes, her face full of ecstasy and anticipation. After a deep sigh that suggested this was not her first time, a clear stream of pee dropped messily from under my friend's skirt and splashed onto my carpet, creating a few dark spots at her feet. But this only lasted a few seconds and she cut it off.

"I want to..." she started to say.

"What?" I asked.

"Can I use the chair?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I said. I stood up, feeling leftover droplets of my pee trickle down my leg as I did. My friend hurried over, leaving her own trail of drips on the carpet as she did. To my surprise, she removed her skirt and panties and sat bare-assed in the chair.

"Haha... it's so wet on my butt," she said. "Thank you," she said. "I don't want to weird you out but I've always wanted to do this, pee in a soft cushiony chair." I shrugged to show that I was obviously not weirded out. "Okay, here it comes."

I watched, mesmerized, as a stream of pee sprayed from my friend's naked pussy and splashed onto the cushion of my favorite chair. It pooled at her crotch and made a comical burbling sound that made us both giggle. Then my friend gasped as her stream gained strength. She reached her hand between her legs and started to caress her vagina as her flow continued.

Since the ice was broken at this point, I slid my leggings and panties down to my knees, feeling the cooling dampness of my wet crotch. My pussy wasn't cool, though, as I slipped the tips of my fingers into my slit and rubbed my clitoris. In just a few seconds, we were both gasping as we climaxed almost simultaneously. My friend sank deeper into the chair, smiling pleasantly at me.

I felt another small urge to pee creep up, so I just stood there, pants and panties around my knees, and let go a warm, messy stream that trickled down my legs and splashed onto the carpet at my feet.

I found out that evening that my friend was a regular visitor to your site and she recommended it to me.

I will be returning soon.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

I just want to say that you learn a lot about a friend when you spend the night at their house for the first time.

I stayed with my friend a few nights ago. She lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment in town. I hadn't seen her in a while and after a quick phone call we agreed that I should come over for some drinks and spend the night at her place.

When I arrived, she greeted me with a big hug. The wine and glasses was already out on the table in her front room, which was a big room with a couch, love-seat, recliner, two tables, and an entertainment center with big screen tv, blu-ray player.

We chatted about our lives, work, school, guys we had dated and broken up with, our parents. After a few hours of talking and sipping wine, we watched a movie and laughed until I finally started really feeling the buzz of the wine.

It was getting late, so we finally agreed it was bed time. My friend invited me to sleep in her bed since it was a queen size. Ordinarily, I would have been weirded out by this, but I think it was the alcohol talking when I said, "Okay."

Sometime in the middle of the night I heard my friend squirming in the bed. Confused and a little concerned, I opened my eyes and watched her. She tossed and turned a few times, and then she sat up and turned with her back facing me, her legs hanging over the side of the bed.

Then I heard a soft hissing and a pattering sound like someone was spilling water onto carpet. At first I didn't want to believe it was what I thought it was. But when my friend sighed an unmistakable sigh of relief I knew what it was.

She was peeing on her carpet. And I couldn't stop watching as she tilted her head back, obviously really enjoying the relieving feeling of just peeing right where she was. Was she doing this in her sleep? Should I say something. I finally decided I had to know.

"What... what are you doing?" I asked.

She gasped and the hissing sound stopped.

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. I thought you were asleep."

"Were you just peeing on the floor?" I asked. She looked at me and said nothing for a few seconds.

"Um... yeah. I'm sorry. I really had to go and I didn't know if I would make it to the bathroom. I thought you were asleep. I was going to clean it up before you woke up. I'm so sorry. Are you grossed out? I get it if you are."

I thought about what I had just seen and was surprised by my answer.

"I'm not."

"Oh, thank god," she said, obviously pleased that I didn't think she was a perv. "Do you mind if I finish?" she asked. "I still really have to go. Wine does that to me, you know?"

I did know. In fact, being awake was reminding me of my own bladder filling up with the evenings dose of red wine. My friend opened her legs again and sighed as the hissing continued and her flow of pee splashed loudly to the carpet.

"Do you... have to pee, too?" she asked. Now this did surprise me. It was almost as if she either read my mind or was expecting my need.

"I do," I said.

"You can go here, too, if you want." Her hissing was dwindling to a trickle and I could hear it just barely hear it dribbling to the floor. "I mean, I've already made the floor wet, so if you want to..."

It was as if my body were behaving automatically. I slid across the bed and stood up, feeling some damp spots from splashes of my friend's pee on the carpet. I just stood there and relaxed, but nothing happened. I could feel the pressure in my bladder, but nothing would come out.

"It's okay," my friend said. "You can pee here. Just stand there and let it go." With her encouragement and the building pressure, I finally sighed and felt a small dribble fill my panties with a soothing warmth. I stopped it for a second, surprised by this pleasurable feeling, but the pressure was too much and I gasped and just let go.

Right away my panties filled with warmth as my pee poured out of me and flowed down my legs. It trickled down my inner thighs and my calves. I bit my lip, but I couldn't stay silent as the steady flow caressed my vagina. "Oh... oh, this feels so good...Mmm."

"That's it," my friend said, "just let it out." My flow continued. Again as if acting automatically I slipped one of my fingers between my panties and rubbed my clitoris gently, feeling some splashes on my fingertips but not caring. It didn't take me long at all to start gasping as I felt my knees get wobbly and I climaxed right there in front of my friend while still spraying a steady flow of pee down my legs and onto her carpet.

After all of this excitement, my friend admitted to me that she often peed on her bedroom carpet and had even wet her bed a few times. The next morning she showed me the mattress protector and then to prove that it worked she sighed and emptied her morning bladder right there in her bed.

"You can go, too," she said, smiling.

Of course I did.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

I recently moved out of my parents' house and got my own apartment. It is a small one-bedroom deal with a living room, kitchen/dining room, and one bathroom. It's not much, but I'm proud of it and trust me, it was time to move out.

I guess I went a little wild, though, after getting my own place. I woke up the first morning and really had to pee. I tossed and turned, trying to shut my eyes against the sunlight creeping in my window. The bathroom was right across the hall, so it wouldn't have taken me long to get there. The problem is once I'm up it's really hard to get back to sleep, especially if the sun is out.

So I tossed and turned for a while, squirming and trying to ignore the nagging in my bladder. I really didn't want to get up. At home I would've been up already, just to avoid an accident in my bed. My mom would kill me if I ruined my mattress.

As I lay there, though, I remembered that I wasn't at my parents' house anymore. I was on my own. This thought and another burst of pressure was all I needed.

I rolled over on my back and got comfortable again. Out of habit I had slept in pajama shorts and a tank top because my mom didn't feel night gowns were appropriate since I had brothers in the house. I thought about taking the shorts off, but this also seemed like too much effort. So I just lay back, closed my eyes again, and relaxed.

Within just a few seconds I felt a gentle warming in my crotch as the first few dribbles dampened my panties. The pressure was still heavy, though, and it was difficult to really let go. But those first few drops still felt amazing as they trickled softly into my panties. I sighed as another wave of pressure struck and my flow began to increase. This time, it filled my panties and started to soak through my shorts. I cut off the flow just for a moment and reached my hand down to pull the crotch of my shorts and panties aside. The feeling of my fingers brushing against my wet vagina made me shudder and my flow started again.

I could hear it, my warm pee, as it trickled full force into my bed, soaking my sheets and mattress. "Oh, my god," I gasped as it hissed out of me, making a warm and soothing puddle between my legs. I rubbed myself as I peed, gasping and moaning when my pee splashed all over my fingers and crotch. I could tell I was soaked and my mattress was ruined, but I didn't care. I rubbed until I came hard, gasping and crying out. It was the first loud orgasm I had experienced in a long time.

I love living alone.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

First of all I want to say how big a fan I am of your site. I read stories every day and sometimes I get a little moist thinking about some of the things members have done. I finally decided to write my own story. It may be a little long, but I think it's perfect for your site.

I share a room with my sister because about a week ago she found out that her husband had been cheating on her. Their house was in his name, so she packed her stuff and moved out. I have a small one bedroom apartment, but I invited her to stay with me until she could find a place of her own. I don't mind the company because my sister and I have always gotten along.

But I'll be damned if I didn't find out something new about her the first night she stayed with me.

Late in the night I woke up because my sister was squirming a lot. I heard her groaning and sighing, tossing and turning. I rolled over and watched her as she flipped over a few times. I expected her to be wide awake, maybe having trouble getting to sleep. But her eyes were closed and even after I rolled over she didn't open her eyes.

I kept watching her. She tossed and turned for a few minutes and finally laid on her back. I figured she had finally gotten comfortable and I started to roll back over. That's when I heard it. A soft hissing sound coming from under the covers. It was like I knew right away what it was, but I didn't want to believe it. My sister made a sighing noise of obvious relief and pleasure, even though her eyes were still closed, and the hissing sound got louder.

Now I could feel it and it was unmistakable what she had done. My sister had wet my bed. I shook her until she opened her eyes.

"What?" she asked, sounded surprised.

"You just peed in my bed!" I said in disbelief and a bit of irritation.

"Oh, shit, shit, I'm sorry Callie." She held her hands up to her face and I could tell she was genuinely sorry. "Oh, my god, I'm sorry. Dan got me started on that. Dammit, I should've told you."

"What do you mean, Dan got you started?" I asked, still shocked by all of this.

"Well... he kind of... likes it...? You know, he liked to watch me pee. And when we moved in together he bought protective covers for our mattresses." As she said this, it occurred to me that she may have ruined my mattress, but I was still too amazed to say anything as she continued. "Sometimes our sex included wetting, so we made a mess of the bed. Sometimes in our wildness we peed for each other in different places in the house. The living room, the kitchen, the hallway. Then one night while we were laying in bed he just told me if I had to pee during the night to just pee in the bed. He even showed me he meant it by just peeing right there next to me. So... I guess I got into the habit of it and I didn't even think about not being in my own bed anymore. I'm sorry."

I was silent after she told me all of this. I didn't know how to respond.

"You ruined my mattress," I said, but my voice had no anger in it, just disbelief.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I'll buy you a new one, I promise. I mean, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to move out? I understand if you're mad."

"I'm not mad," I said, and I meant it. "I just... what does it feel like? I mean... you said Dan enjoyed it. Do you?"

She paused and even in the dimly lit room I could tell her face turned red.

"I do," she said. "And I can't really explain what it feels like. It's warm and relaxing and you get that feeling of relief if you've been holding it for a while."

"That's why you were tossing and turning?" I asked. "You had to pee? So it wasn't an accident?" My voice must have sounded irritated again because she sat up.

"No, no, I mean... it wasn't... I meant to pee... I just accidentally forgot that I was in your bed."

"But... it felt good?" I asked. I don't think I had wet my bed since my sister and I were small children and I don't remember her ever wetting her bed.

"Yes," she said. "It feels so good, Callie. Like something warm touching you in all the right places. And, I'm sorry to gross you out, but when you add in sex or you actually have someone touching you while you pee... Ohhhh, it's so good."

Now my face turned red. My sister and I had always been open about our relationships and sex lives, but this was different.

"You should try it," she said, and I could tell by her smile that she was serious. I didn't answer her because I didn't want to admit that in spite of my irritation at my ruined mattress and the shock that my sister was into watersports, I was curious.

"I don't know," I said, after another long pause.

"I mean... I sort of already ruined your mattress, so if you're worried about that..."

"It's not that," I said. "It's just.."

"I promise you it feels incredible," she said. "Do you have to pee right now?" she asked.

Funny thing was, I had felt my bladder twitching since I heard the hissing sound and realized my sister was wetting the bed.

"Yes," I said.

"Good. Just lay back, relax, and let it go in the bed. It's that simple."

After another pause, I did as she said and laid back in the bed. My sister watched as I lay on my back, parted my legs a little, and waited.

But nothing happened. I could feel the pressure in my bladder, but I couldn't relax.

"Do you need me to look away?" my sister asked, as if sensing my troubles. "Or leave the room?" I knew that wasn't the problem. My sister and I shared a bathroom growing up, so she wasn't the problem.

"No," I said. The pressure in my bladder was strong enough now that I knew even if I changed my mind, I wouldn't make it to the bathroom without an accident. The mattress was already ruined. The bottom of my gown was already wet where my sister's flow had trickled to my side of the bed. It really should have been easy for me to just let go. "I want to try something," I said.

As my sister watched, I sat up in the bed, putting my back against the headboard, and folded my legs under me in a low squat. Most normal people don't use the bathroom laying down. Maybe that was the problem. As soon as I sat up, I felt the pressure in my bladder traveling down and I knew this was it.

"Now, just relax and let it come out," my sister said, encouraging me. I squatted low until my panties were touching the mattress, closed my eyes, and relaxed.

The warmth as my pee filled my panties shocked me and I gasped, opening my eyes. For a second I held back, but the tingling warmth between my legs remained.

"It's okay," my sister said, giggling. "Go ahead and enjoy it." I smiled and closed my eyes. I let go completely, filling my panties with warm pee, feeling the flow as it hissed out of me and soaked the sheets and mattress under me. I felt a wave if blissful pleasure and I gasped and had to lean back against the headboard to support myself. When I opened my eyes again as the flow slowed to a dribble, my sister was watching me, a proud smile on her face.

"I told you it feels amazing," she said. Then, sitting just as she was, my sister sighed and again proved her point as she soaked her panties and the bed, licking her lips to show her pleasure and relief.

I wet the bed once more that night. In the morning, we both figured since the mattress was already destroyed, we emptied our bladders, both of us peeing at the same time, sighing with relief and pleasure.

Since then, we have replace the mattress and bought a protective cover. My sister wets the bed every night and I do about three to four times a week.

And she's right. It does feel amazing.


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I'm happy to see that you posted these letters on here WetWulf. Every one of them is fantastic.

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Dear Wet Carpet,

They warned me, but I didn't listen.

This was the first year some friends and I got to travel to New York City to watch the ball drop in Times Square. We arrived early, around 2:00 in the afternoon. At that point, all of the restaurants and shops were open so if any of us had to pee, some of the group would hold out spot as the rest found a bathroom.

Once the crowds started gathering, though, it got to be harder and harder to shuffle through hundreds, then thousands of people to get to the nearest bathroom. It was me, my friend Sadie, her sister Kara, and Kara's best friend Denise. Expecting to find some parties after the ball dropped, we were all wearing tight and short dresses that hugged our curvy bodies. But because it was also very cold, we wore tights under our dresses to keep our legs warm and big coats that unfortunately kept any guys from admiring our otherwise skimpy attire.

As the crowd began to really pack around us, about 10:00, Kara put her legs together and groaned.

"I have to pee, you guys. Who's going with me?"

"I'm not fighting that crowd," Sadie said. I shook my head.

"Staying right here," Denise said.

"Oh, come on, you guys. I don't want to walk through all of that by myself. And I really have to go. I've been holding it for a while anyway."

"If you're going to the bathroom, you're on your own," Sadie said.

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Just pee right here?"

"That's up to you. You can walk to the bathroom if you want. I'm just saying none of us want to go with you."

"Oh my god, you guys suck," Kara grumbled. "Oooh, I really have to pee."

"Well, pee then," Denise said. We all looked at her, our eyes wide with surprise. "What? The ground is wet from people spilling drinks, you're wearing black tights. Who's gonna know but us? And it's not like no one had ever peed themselves in Times Square on New Year's Eve before."

My jaw dropped at the logic of Denise's argument. Kara grabbed her crotch and groaned again.

"I guess I could just... Ah, screw it. I already peed a little anyway. I'm sorry girls." We watched as Kara straightened up and took her hands away from her crotch. A few seconds later and we could see a few drips falling from the bottom of her tights and trickling to the ground at her feet. It only lasted about thirty seconds, but she sighed when she finished.

As it got later, we were standing almost shoulder to shoulder because the crowd had become unbearable. I started to feel my own urge to pee getting stronger. I knew I wouldn't be able to go anywhere without losing my spot. The crowd was so loud that only the nearby music could be heard over it. Sadie said something to me, but I could barely hear her. When I asked what she had said, she pointed discretely at her crotch and I saw a glistening and growing wet spot between her legs. I gasped and Sadie just shrugged.

Five minutes to midnight and I thought my bladder was going to explode. I was wincing and biting my lip. I really didn't want to have an accident in front of thousands of people, but my options were slim to none and I was sure my bladder would decide for me soon anyway.

Three minutes and the screaming of the crowd around us was deafening. The screaming in my bladder was painful, too, as I squeezed my legs together to keep from leaking. I felt a tiny spurt as the clock counted down to just under two minutes, but I managed to control it.

As I continued to hold, I saw a girl in front of us lift her hands in disbelief as the crotch of her jeans darkened and a few of her friends pointed and laughed. One of the laughing friends said, "Oh, oh, now I've got to pee," and a trickle of urine started from under her skirt and flowed down her legs.

As the clock started counting down from thirty, I couldn't take it anymore. I finally sighed and relaxed, joining in the countdown as a flow of pee sprayed out of me and warmed my crotch. It wasn't unpleasant as it swirled around in my panties for a few seconds before trickling down the legs of my tights and running in rivulets to my ankles. I knew I was leaving a wet spot at my feet, but I didn't care as I delighted in the warm sensation between my legs as I counted down, ready to ring in the New Year.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

I blame my roommate Sheila for starting (or rather restarting) a bad habit. The other night we were sitting in the living room after coming in from a long day at work. Sheila flopped down on the floor and groaned to show her exhaustion.

"Ugh, today sucked," she said.

"I know, right." I relaxed on the couch and stretched out, feeling the soreness in my legs. Sheila rolled over on her stomach and buried her face in her arms.

"I just want to lay right here and never move again."

I laughed. "You have to get up sometime."

"Nope, gonna stay right here forever."

"Didn't you say you had to pee when we were in the car?" I asked. Sheila had actually complained for a few miles that she really had to go.

"I did," she said. "Ugggh. I don't want to get up."

I laughed again. "Well, you have to get up if you've got to pee."

"What if I don't?" Sheila asked, still resting her face on her arms and making no effort to move.


"What if I don't get up? What if I just lay here and pee."

"Umm, that would be gross and it would make a mess."

"So? I could clean it up."

My eyes widened. "You're serious?"

"I really think I am," she said. "I'm sorry, Erin, but I do really have to pee and don't feel like getting up. I'm just gonna go." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Right after saying this, Sheila sighed and I heard an unmistakable hissing sound. I looked down and saw Sheila's jeans darkening at the crotch. A small puddle was forming between her legs, but she still had not moved from her comfortable position on the floor. Her sighs of pleasure increased, though, as she continued to spray her pee into her jeans. "Ohh, that feels so good. It's warm around my crotch. Ahhh."

I continued to watch, mesmerized and surprised by her brazen act. I was also surprised that I felt a little turned on, listening to her moans. I had lied a little about thinking pee was gross since I had had my own share of wettings. Until now, though, I had no idea if Sheila was into it or not. Hearing her enjoy herself so much brought back memories and I contemplated just soaking my skirt right there on the couch.

As if reading my mind, Sheila spoke up, still gasping as if she were having trouble keeping her composure. "You should... try this. It is so good."

"I think I might," I said. "But I don't want to ruin the couch, so..." I scooted forward until I was sitting on the floor right in front of the couch. Having finally finished her pee, Sheila opened her eyes and watched me. Without even bothering to remove my panties or move my skirt out of the way, I spread my legs out in front of me and sighed.

Almost right away my panties filled with my warm pee. I gasped as it squirted out of me and enveloped my crotch, caressing my vagina in all the right places. I leaned back against the couch and reached between my legs to pull my panties aside. As I did this, I sprayed a warm jet of pee against hand and my inner thighs, licking my lips at the delicious warmth as it seeped out of me, soaking my panties, my skirt, and the carpet under me.

When I finished, I looked at Sheila, who was looking back at me wide-eyed. "You did that like a pro. That's not your first time, is it?" I blushed. Confessing everything to Sheila, I learned that she had also had a few erotic wetting experiences and within thirty minutes we realized we were made to be roommates.

"I need to pee again," Sheila said. She was sitting on the lounge chair and for a second I was worried she might just let go right then and we would need to replace the chair. But she scooted forward and tugged her jeans and panties down until the reached her ankles. Closing her eyes again, she let go and sprayed a messy squirt of pee all over her jeans, panties, and the floor. I watched it hiss out of her and I smiled. I didn't have to go again, so I just watched her, enraptured by her expressions of pleasure as she peed full force.

I did have to go again, though, after we had went to bed. The bathroom is right across the hall from my room, but after the experiences we had that evening a naughty idea crossed my mind. This bed is mine. I bought it when I moved it. Any damage to it would only affect me and I would be responsible for replacing it or sleeping in it as is. I didn't really want to destroy the mattress, but what if I wet it this one time. I could flip the mattress over and then see about getting a protective sheet for it later.

My bladder seemed to answer for me as I felt a twinge. Thinking about Sheila's wetting on the floor earlier, I rolled over on my stomach and rested my arms and face on my pillow. Sighing, I let go in my panties. I gasped as my warm pee swirled around my crotch and stayed there, not soaking into the mattress but instead puddling between my legs. I reached down and again pulled my panties aside. I could hear mixed sounds of hissing and dribbling as I peed full force into my bed. As the warm spray caressed my clitoris, my sighs became moans and then gasps as I had a small but satisfying orgasm. Once my panting and peeing stopped, I closed my eyes and was ready for a good night's sleep.

And, as you can imagine, when I woke up the next morning I was wet and cold. Without even thinking about what I had said last night about "this one time," I rolled over on my back and emptied my morning bladder right into my bed, feeling it soak the mattress under me again.

Since that day I have wet my bed four times, Sheila and I both have peed on the living room carpet several times. I peed down my legs in the kitchen while making breakfast and Sheila just wet her panties at the table while we were eating.

So maybe our habits aren't so bad after all. But it's still her fault.


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Thanks everybody for your comments. Look forward to more posts as I am bringing my stories from PS to here! I also plan to pen some new ones.

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Dear Wet Carpet,

I recently bought an apartment that used to be part of an industrial complex, like a factory or something that the owners turned into a set of apartments. I liked the place right away because it has a sort of edgy, artsy look to it. The floors in my section of the building are concrete. The realtor said I could always put carpet down, but I haven't yet. And I'm not sure if I will.

My first night in the apartment, I was sitting in the front room where my couch, love seat, recliner, and TV are. I was laying back on the couch, reading, when I had to pee. I kept reading until the urge grew and I knew I would need to pee soon. But I kept reading. It was a really good book. Finally, I sat up, dreading the long walk down the hallway to the bathroom, which was always cold. Something about a defect in the building's heating design. I sat until a wave of pressure surged through my bladder. I didn't hold it back, though, and just spread my legs and soaked my panties while sitting right there on the edge of my couch. It hissed out of me and dribbled loudly to the concrete floor. I sighed as I kept peeing and delighted in the warm, soothing wetness between my legs. When I finished, I stood up, took a towel out of a box that hadn't been unpacked yet, and dropped it on the floor over my puddle.

Later that night I woke up from an excellent dream, again needing to pee. My room is actually connected to the bathroom. However, I scooted around in my bed and hung my legs over the side. Sighing, I let go and peed a full stream that sprayed all over my legs and splashed to the floor. This felt so amazing that I could not help but touch myself as I peed, stroking my clit until I climaxed. Then I scooted back up into my bed and was soon asleep again.

In the morning, I sat up and right away noticed the puddle next to my bed. I smiled as I stood up and without hesitation, I peed right there, letting my warm urine run down my legs to trickle off my feet to the concrete floor. When I was finished, I got another towel from the box and placed it over the puddle.

My next goal, my fantasy really, is to invite some friends over, tell them my secret, and then enjoy an evening of just peeing whenever we need to. If that happens, I will definitely let you know.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

I know your magazine deals mostly with carpet wetting (hence the name) but there have been so many submissions about wetting of all sorts that I wanted to share my story.

I am a competitive swimmer. Now before you roll your eyes and think, "Everybody's peed in the pool," hear me out. There is a lot that goes on with girls on a swim team that you might not be aware of.

For starters, our practices are brutal. We slip on our one-piece suits and may spend hours in the pool, swimming laps, working on our dives, doing relays. Our coach, Mrs. Ingram, doesn't allow any breaks.

"You're in water," she says. "Just let it out and keep swimming." Most of the girls do as she says. It's quite the sight to see a few girls occasionally slow down during a set and get a look of relief on their face. Some aren't shy or secretive about it at all, maybe because it's such a common thing.

Two of the girls on the team, Meghan and Kara, are a couple and they are two of the boldest. Kara once stood at the edge of the pool about to dive when an obvious trickle soaked the crotch of her bathing suit and dribbled down her legs. She didn't miss a second, though, as the whistle blew and she dove in.

But I'll never forget what I saw one day after practice, after most of the girls had run into the locker room to shower and get dressed. Meghan and Kara followed all of us down the hall, but then they turned left. None of us thought it odd since the toilets were that way. As I was fumbling through my locker, though, I heard what sounded like a soft moaning. The other girls were already out of their bathing suits and stepping into the showers, but I heard it clearly.

I walked around the corner towards the left hallway and was shocked to see Meghan leaning back against the wall. Her bathing suit straps were removed exposing her well-formed C breasts. Kara’s lips were unmistakably closed over Meghan’s left nipple. Kara’s suit was also half removed as Meghan caressed Kara’s breasts with her delicate fingers, as well.

I watched, enraptured by this unashamed display of affection. As I stared, the both sighed and moaned. Then, almost simultaneously, dark spots appeared between their legs as they both soaked their bathing suits. Their pee trickled down their legs and splashed loudly to the bathroom floor. As they continued to pee, both girls placed their hands between the other’s legs and started stroking. It even looked like Kara may have slipped her fingers between Meghan’s suit, making contact with her vulva. Both girls gasped and moaned, biting their lips, until they panted and sighed, their pee dwindling to a trickle as they obviously orgasmed together, kissing gently and smiling.

I left them and went back to the showers. Most of the other girls were stepping out of the shower by now. Nichole, my closest friend on the team, must have noticed my red face because she gave me a look.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I nodded. “I just saw Kara and Meghan making out and getting each other off.” I ended it there, for some reason, leaving out the part about their wetting. Nichole smiled.

“Got you all worked up, huh?” She elbowed me and I managed a quiet laugh. But I couldn’t get the image out of my head.

“Dammit,” one of the girls, Susie, said. She was standing in front of her locker wearing panties. “I’ve got to pee. Might want to go before I get dressed.”

“Just walk over to the showers and go,” another teammate, Kelcey, told her. Kelcey was standing naked in front of her locker, not seeming to be in any hurry to get dressed. A bunch of the girls laughed and Susie looked at Kelcey like she was nuts. “Oh, come on, like none of you peed while were in the shower just now? Anna, I saw that stream down your legs and don’t you deny it.” Anna’s face turned red and we all laughed again.

“Yeah, I’m going to the bathroom,” Susie said. As she stepped around the corner, Kara and Meghan stepped in, already undressed, and walked to the showers.

“Screw it,” Kelcey said, “I have to pee, too.” Kelcey surprised all of us and walked to the area in front of the showers. The floor was wet from the spray and from girls walking out after showering. As the sound of the showers started, Kelcey closed her eyes and a clear stream of pee sprayed from between her legs and splattered loudly to the locker room floor. She sighed to show her relief. Most of us giggled or stared in astonishment, although a few girls turned away and were quickly out of the locker room.

As I undressed, Kelcey finished her pee and walked nonchalantly like peeing on a locker room floor was a typical thing for her. I stepped into the shower and, no surprise, saw Meghan and Kara all over each other under the warm spray of the shower. I shook my head and walked over to my own corner of the showers, turned the knob, and felt the soothing hot spray on my body. But I couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at the two of them, enjoying each other’s bodies so shamelessly.

When I glanced at them again, I saw Meghan straddling Kara’s thigh and gasping. What I also noticed, mingled with the clear flow of water, was a noticeably yellower stream dripping from both of them to the white shower floor. Kara also had a look of relief and pleasure on her face and I assumed she was also peeing as they grinded their wet bodies together. I couldn’t believe this was the third time that day I had seen someone pee openly, knowing they were being watched.

This time, though, I felt my own need start to nag at me. The mixture of the hot water and seeing Meghan and Kara relieve themselves was definitely having an impact, both on my urge to pee and my urge for something else. Surprising myself, I continued to watch them as they kissed and caressed each other. I slipped my fingers gently between my legs and stroked my clitoris, feeling an immediate tingle all through my body. I gasped and let go, spraying my warm pee down my legs and still rubbing myself, never taking my eyes off of Kara and Meghan. As their gasps and pants rose to moans, I felt my orgasm building until the three of us were crying out as we climaxed.

Nothing more was said after we finished. Meghan and Kara left the showers before me and by the time I got out, the locker room was empty. I walked to my locker and opened it to get my clothes. On top of my pile of clothes was a folded piece of paper. Written on it was the message, “Hope you enjoyed the show. We enjoyed you watching.” Another tingle of excitement passed through my body and standing right there in front of my locker, I peed again down my bare legs, licking my lips at the warm pleasure and relief.

Next time, maybe I’ll join in.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

There seem to be a lot of stories on here about girls wetting themselves at home or at a friend's house or peeing in a place where they are given permission to pee. I personally prefer discretion when I pee. It is the secretive act of wetting my panties or soaking my chair without anyone noticing that turns me on.

Like many of the wetters on this board, I wear skirts as often as I can. If not skirts, then black tights or spandex will do. If I am out and I have to pee, I often find a discrete place to stand with my legs together and I let go, filling my panties with warm pee and letting it stream quietly and secretly down my legs. I usually wear flats or flip-flops, so my pee flows over my feet and quickly to the ground below. Of course I hold it if I'm standing somewhere where a wet trail at my feet would be noticeable, like in a line or something. Sometimes, if I am alone, I reach under my skirt and give my clitoris a few gentle strokes and soon I am panting as I orgasm right there.

If I'm seated somewhere, like a restaurant booth or an office chair, I have two options. If the seat is cushioned and I think it will absorb, I scoot my skirt out of the way and sit back comfortably in my chair. I once did this during a conference meeting that lasted eight hours. We had breaks every two hours and after two coffees and half a bottle of water, I couldn't make it anymore. But the speaker was covering some important information. I sat up just enough to tug my skirt out from under my bottom. Then I reclined in my seat, careful to keep my waist area scooted close to the table. When I couldn't hold it anymore, I let go and tried to keep my composure as my panties filled with warm wetness and I soaked the cushion under me. It was so relaxing and erotic at the same time that I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping. Since the seats were a dark color, no one noticed when I stood up during our next break.

My other option is inspired by a frequenter to this board, PaulyPeeps, and is usually the one I use while eating in a booth at a restaurant. If I have to pee, I scoot forward just enough that my crotch is over the edge of the seat. Then, I bend my knees so that my feet and legs extend back and touch the bottom of the booth. Again, when I can't hold it anymore, I just let go as my warm flow seeps out of me, soaking my panties and trickling quietly to the back of my legs or my feet and drips to the floor. This is especially hot if someone is at the table with me and never notices that I just relieved myself right in front of them as we enjoyed dinner.

I also love summer time, reclining on a deck chair by the pool or even in my front yard, wearing my favorite black one-piece bathing suit that really hugs my curves. I have actually seen men turn their eyes from their wives or girlfriends who are dressed in skimpy bikinis just to watch my busty figure as I walk by. I pick a convenient spot, unfold the lounge chair, and spread my towel (thick and also a dark color) over it. Then I relax and enjoy the sunlight until the nagging in my bladder starts again. Keeping my legs together to hide what is about to happen, I relax and feel the heat as my warm urine caresses my crotch and inner thighs and soaks the towel under me. I don't want to overdo this, though, because the towel will only absorb so much before dripping through to the ground under me. I also love rolling over onto my stomach and letting go again, as the flow spreads up and I can feel it warming my clitoris and spreading to my lower stomach.

This is not to make you think I don't pee myself at home. In fact, when I return from one of these days of discrete wetting, I am usually so randy that I strip off my clothes at the door and run back to my bedroom. So as not to have anyone discover my secret, I cover my bed with towels and climb in. By this point, I usually can't resist the urge to touch myself and soon I am gasping as I climax. Cumming always makes me have to pee and I don't try to stop it as my warm pee flows out freely and messily, spraying my legs and soaking the towels on my bed. I often sleep like this until some time in the middle of the night when I wake up and again just let go and empty my bladder into the towels under me.

I hope I didn't offend anyone by criticizing your preferences, but I just find the secretive, naughty idea of peeing myself while no one suspects anything very erotic.

Lots of Love,


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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

It seems that a few of you liked hearing about my visit to Mr Williamson, so I figured you might like to hear a bit more. After the embarrassment of being caught short at Mr Williamson’s office, I knew that I didn’t want to get caught out again by getting somewhere and feeling that I had to ask for a toilet as soon as I arrived. I decided that I would always try and find somewhere to pee before going in to a customer’s office, which worked pretty well for me – usually finding a services or public toilet so that I could enter the client’s office relaxed and ready to deal with the job.

Then one day, I had my morning coffee and orange juice before I left home, and I drank water on the way, but two hours later, I was about 20 miles from the destination and had left the motorway, now driving on a main road to the small town where he was based. My bladder was making its presence known and I smiled to myself thinking that timing was good because I could find a loo and pee before getting to the office. I thought I’d pop into a garage or McDonalds or something, but this was a rural location and there wasn’t much around. Then I saw the sign “Services 25 miles”. Great! My destination was before that and so I’d need to find another option. As if in agreement, my bladder gave a twinge and I had to clamp my legs to avoid having a wet patch on my skirt and the car seat. I realised I didn’t have that much time to spend searching for a toilet and in any case, I didn’t have much spare time in my schedule before getting to the office. Then I saw a lay-by up ahead. Not just a little lay-by adjoined to the carriageway, but one where a small road left the main road and rejoined a little further along. In a split second, I had made my decision. It would have to do. I pulled off the main road and rolled to a stop. Thankfully, there were no other cars parked there. I weighed up my options – I could go down the bank to the side of the road and hide behind a bush, but my high heeled shoes would not survive well on the muddy bank and I’d probably ladder my stockings on the vegetation. I could simply swing my legs out of the car door and pee there, perching on the side of my seat, but that was probably visible from the road. Then I saw a little building off to the side, which had a concrete path going down the side. That would serve to provide a bit of screening from the road without having to go on a muddy trek. I headed down the side of the building I saw that it was a highways store building. The path went to a door, which was ajar and I peeked inside to see an assortment of traffic cones, roadworks signs and some shovels. I knew it was naughty to pee inside, but then again, it shouldn’t have been unlocked and it was completely out of view, so surely it was a better option than exposing myself in public? My mind made up, I stepped over the threshold and as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I hitched up my skirt, slid my knickers down over my knees. I didn’t want to touch anything for fear of getting dust and dirt on my clothes, so I adopted a high squat, holding my skirt around my waist. I felt butterflies in my stomach as it felt so wrong to be even considering peeing inside, but the result was inevitable and very shortly a strong jet erupted backwards from me. The power was more than I was expecting and was blasting onto a nearby stack of traffic cones, causing a bit to splash back onto my stockings. I twisted round slightly so the stream fell between the cones and the signs, washing away the dust on the floor and making a puddle that started running towards the door. As the pee started to fall over the step to the outside, my stream was dwindling and with a few final spurts, I was done. I felt so naughty, but the feeling of relief was ecstatic. My clit was throbbing with excitement and as I wiped myself with a tissue, I couldn’t help give myself a little extra rub down there. I tossed the tissue into the pile of signs, slipped my knickers back up and smoothed down my skirt. I nervously peered round the door to check the coast was clear and stepped over the puddle that was now accumulating outside the door. 10 minutes later, I arrived at the client feeling flushed and still a bit hot and bothered, but at least I didn’t need to ask to use their toilet!

On arrival, the client gave me a cup of tea and we talked about his requirements, no dramas or excitement. When I left, I was starting to need the toilet again, but I wasn’t desperate, so I didn’t ask and instead left to go to the car. It was getting on for lunch time and I had left home early, so I was pretty hungry. I stopped at another lay-by where there was a burger van. There were 2 vans parked there and a few men, sitting at some garden furniture type tables in front of the van. I ordered a bacon and egg baguette and a large tea. As I was standing facing the burger van, I heard a low level conversation at the table to my left and I could sense the eyes of the men sat there eyeing me up. They were taking in my lengthy legs in stockings and my pert bottom in my short skirt. As a subconscious reaction, I stood up straighter and taller, causing my D cup breasts to press at my blouse. My baguette was now ready, so I took it from the girl behind the counter and walked tall back to my car, passing the table of men. Their eyes followed me and one of them even wolf-whistled after me. I kept looking forward, but I had a smile on my face, enjoying their crude appreciation.

I sat in my car, which was facing in the direction of the burger van and the table, and ate the baguette and drank the tea. By now, I really needed a pee, but there were obviously no toilets here. Again, I had a bit of a dilemma. I could hit the road and then stop again at a suitable toilet, or I could try and find a way of peeing here. I was feeling a bit horny, remembering my earlier pee amongst the traffic cones and probably edged on a bit by the attentions of the men at the table. Never having been one to be an exhibitionist, I was shy about peeing whilst they were around. If I headed into the bushes, they would know exactly what I was up to and I’d mess up my heels in the mud. A naughty streak in me thought that maybe they might actually like the idea of me dropping my knickers in the bushes and it might give them something else to appreciate, they wouldn’t be able to see me in the act, so I would preserve my modesty, but they would be able to imagine it. I didn’t know them, would never see them again, so what the heck? I really didn’t want to ruin my heels though. Finally, the desperation was getting the better of me, and I decided that I could solve three problems in one, relieving my throbbing desperation, saving my heels and adding a naughtiness which the van drivers might appreciate into the bargain. I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, where I opened both doors, then I sat on the side of the passenger seat, hitching up my skirt and easing my knickers down to my knees. I slid forward so that I was barely supported by the seat and I released the dam. The pressure moved down to the end of my urethra and the ensuing jet forced its way out and splashed noisily onto the pavement beside the car. I glanced to my right and through the window of the open door, I could see one of the men had clocked what I was doing. He sat there with mouth open and nudged the next bloke and pointed in my direction. Soon, all four of them were stock still, gawping and transfixed as they could see my glistening stream falling below the door and forming a lake on the pavement. I knew they couldn’t see my nakedness because I was careful to keep my body above the bottom of the door, but they could certainly see what I was doing and they seemed to be enjoying it!

As my stream dwindled, the expanding lake started to run over the kerb stone and into the gutter, where it headed slowly towards the nearest drain. I carefully wiped with a tissue. I felt one more pang of naughtiness and instead of carefully adjusting my clothes where I was, I stood up and faced towards the back of the car, lifting my skirt round my waist while I slowly pulled my knickers back up and wiggled into them. Stood on the pavement, my bottom would have been just higher than the level of the window and I knew that the men would be getting a real eyeful of my sexy rear. I smoothed my skirt back down then walked back around the car and got in the driver’s seat, noting that the men were talking in a very animated fashion. As I drove away, I flashed them a smile and threw my used tissue out of the passenger window towards them. It landed right on the table. I don’t know what they did in response to that as I was passed them and pulling out onto the road. I don’t know what had come over me, but I was certainly starting to get a bit of an exhibitionist streak.

After that day, I regularly found myself using lay-bys and car parks to relieve myself rather than bothering to look for toilets. I found that I loved the feeling of peeing in the open air and although I generally tried to be discrete about it, I loved the idea that there were often other people around with the chance of being caught. I started to leave my knickers at home as a matter of course, which meant that peeing was a very simple matter of squatting with my skirt out of the way and releasing my golden stream onto the ground. In some cases, if there were not too many people around, I would just swing my legs out of the driver’s seat, pee, swing back in and be on my way in less than a minute – far more convenient than hunting down a place with a toilet, parking, walking inside, finding the toilet, using it, and returning to the car. That all seems like a major and unnecessary hassle now.

Nicola xxx

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Dear Wet Carpet,

For as long as I can remember, I have been a bed wetter. I remember my parents struggled to potty train me and eventually gave up and bought me training pants and a mattress protector.

Now as an adult, I continue to wet the bed. But over the years I accepted my wetting so confidently that I now pee whenever and wherever I feel the urge. I wear skirts or dark pants and if I need to pee I make sure I am in a discrete place and just let go. At home I usually step to a place that is uncarpeted or sit in my leather recliner and empty my bladder. Except when I am in my bed, of course. My bed has seen more wettings than any other place in my house. I usually crawl into bed, sometimes with a deliberately full bladder, get comfortable, and then just sigh and soak my panties, night gown, and sheets. Sometimes I wet again in my sleep because I often wake up wetter than I remember being before falling asleep. Then I sigh again and empty my morning pee into my bed.

About a week ago, a close friend, Dara, called late and asked if she could crash at my place. She had been out drinking and my house was close to the bar where she was. She caught a cab and arrived a short while after we hung up the phone. When she stepped out of the cab, the first thing I noticed was how sloshed she was. She could barely walk to my front porch, so I had to step out and help her up the walkway. She was wearing a dark red evening gown that hugged her curves and really flattered her busty figure.

"You're a really good friend," she mumbled, smiling.

"Good to see you, too," I said.

"I jus' wanna go to sleep," she said.

I lead her inside and asked her where she would like to sleep. I have a one bedroom apartment, so there aren't a lot of choices. I'm very polite to my guests and give them the option to sleep in my bed, on the floor or the couch and most of my friends know about my bedwetting, so they usually opt for the couch. Dara surprised me.

"Bed. I'm worried if I have to get up to puke the floor and couch might make it difficult."

"Please don't puke," I said. Dara laughed.

Without getting undressed or even asking to borrow pajamas, Dara flopped down into my bed and rolled over onto her back.

"Uggh. The world is spinning." I laughed as she held her arm over her eyes and groaned. "Kylie?" she asked.


"I have to pee." she said.

I chuckled. "Do you need me to help you up?"

"I was kinda hoping I could just lay here..." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. One of my best friends was asking my permission to wet my bed. "I know you wet your bed all the time and I'm just too tired and drunk to move. And it probably won't be the last time tonight I soak your bed."

I bit my lip. "I mean... if you really want to."

"I do," she said. "I'm gonna go right now. I can't hold it." As I watched her, Dara spread her legs just enough that I could see her dark panties. She moaned and seconds later her pee hissed out of her loudly, soaking her panties and trickling to the sheets and mattress under her. Watching her spray her warm pee into her panties reminded me of my growing bedtime need and I felt slight pressure in my bladder. "Ohhh, that's nice,” Dara moaned. “Mmm. Thank you, Kylie. I really had to pee and I just didn’t want to get up.” She was still peeing as she talked to me, her eyes closed in an expression of relief and pleasure.

“It’s okay,” I said, chuckling. I looked at her legs again as she closed them and sighed.

“Sleep now,” she mumbled. Dara rolled over on her side and snuggled deep into the bed. I reached behind her and pulled the covers over her. “Thank you. For letting me sleep in your bed.”

“You’re welcome,” I said.

“You can pee here, too, if you want,” Dara said. “It’s your bed, anyways.”

“You’re drunk,” I said.

“No really. I know you need to go, so just go. I’m too tired to care.”

I did really need to go. The entire time I was watching Dara, I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs hanging over the side. As I thought about her invitation to add to my already soaking bed sheets, I parted my legs and licked my lips.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” I asked.

“Yes, but only if you want to.”

“My god, yes,” I said. Dara giggled as I sat up a little and spread my legs just a bit further. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Seconds later my panties filled with pee as I let go full force, feeling the warmth as it hissed out of me and soaked into the sheets at my crotch.

“Wow. I can hear it,” Dara said. I couldn’t stifle a gasp as I continued to pee, enjoying the delicious heat as it trickled around my crotch and created a small puddle between my legs. It stopped too soon, though, as I sighed, feeling great relief and arousal. “Do you feel better?” Dara asked.

“I do,” I said, feeling slightly out of breath.

“Good. Now lay down and let’s get some sleep.” I was shocked by this, but I did as she said. It was my bed, after all. As soon as I lay down, Dara draped her left arm and leg over me and was soon snoring gently. I closed my eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.

About halfway through the night, I woke up to Dara tossing and turning. She finally nudged me.

“Kylie, I have to pee again.” I told her to just go ahead and do it in the bed. I heard her sigh and then the tell-tale hissing as she emptied her bladder. Still lying on my side, I joined her and soaked my panties again, relishing the soothing warmth of my pee as it caressed my crotch and thighs. This was so relaxing that I was soon asleep again.

In the morning, I woke up to the feeling of cool wetness. I turned and saw Dara, still sleeping off her long night. The mattress, sheets, and cover were soaked and my nightgown and panties were drenched. Even Dara’s evening gown seemed a darker shade of red.

I rolled over on my back and sat up in the bed. With my legs closed in front of me, I let go, again soaking my tight panties and the sheets under me. Dara must have heard the soft hissing because she rolled over and smiled as she watched me emptying my bladder into my bed, right next to her.

“Mmm, my turn,” she said. Under the covers I could hear another hissing sound as Dara peed a strong stream. “Ohh… it’s so warm. God, that feels good.” I giggled as Dara bit her lip, obviously enjoying herself.

I think I may have corrupted another friend.

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Dear Wet Carpet,

The other night I wet my bed for the first time. I didn't really mean to, at first, but I think I may have started something I really enjoy.

I've been battling a sickness lately that I won't bore you with details of, but one of the requirement is to make sure I drink plenty of water because my medication can make me dehydrated. Of course this means I also have to pee a lot. I've had to run to the bathroom on more than one occasion and my doctor even wrote a note to my boss letting him know I may need to go to the bathroom a lot.

The other night I had filled up with two big bottles of water before and during dinner. I was snuggled up in bed, reading, when a small urge to pee nagged at my bladder. It was just a nag, though, so I kept reading. The book was Tell the Wolves I'm Home and it really was one of the best books I have ever read. I didn't want to stop, not for a tiny nag in my bladder. So I kept reading.

Not much later the nag became noticeable pressure, but I still ignored it as it wasn't yet urgent. My room is connected to the bathroom, so if I really needed to go, I could make it pretty quickly. I was also sleeping in just a gown without panties, which is common for me, so all I would have to do is sit down and go. Again, I continued the book, ignoring my need to pee.

About five minutes later I regretted my decision. A wave of pressure hit hard and before I could grab my crotch to hold myself, a small spurt escaped and for about three seconds I couldn't stop it. I gasped, pulled the covers away, and felt the sheets between my legs. They were wet and warm. I couldn't believe it. I had just wet my bed.

Another wave hit and before I could sit up, another warm jet of pee squirted into my bed sheets. I could feel the warmth spreading under my bottom. At this point, I figured my sheets and mattress were already wet and I wouldn't make it to the bathroom without soaking my carpet along the way. So I just relaxed and let the rest of my pee go. I watched it as it squirted out of me and created a warm pool at my crotch. This was so relaxing that I just laid there and enjoyed the warmth between my legs. After I finished, I pulled the covers back over me and continued my book.

About an hour later, I had to pee again, but this time I didn't even take my eyes away from my book. I just spread my legs under the covers and let it go. It hissed loudly enough that I could hear it and I couldn't hold back a gasp as my warm pee sprayed against my thighs and warmed my crotch again.

At bedtime, I didn't even bother changing the sheets or my clothes. I laid my book on my bedside table, rolled over on my side, and closed my eyes. Believe it or not, after a few minutes of trying to doze off, I felt the nag again. Still laying on my side, I parted my legs and sighed, releasing my bladder and warming my bed sheets again. After I was finished, I fell asleep in no time at all.

Of course, in the morning with cold sheets and a very strong urge to pee. I rolled over onto my back, tossed the covers into the floor, and sat up in my bed. Wanting to watch myself again, I spread my legs and sighed as I emptied my full bladder into my bed again, licking my lips at the warmth as it enveloped my crotch. It hissed loudly as it sprayed into my sheets and all over my thighs.

I know now, after writing about it, that this will be something I do again.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

I almost got myself in a serious bind this week. I work in a busy office building where people are always coming and going. Since I am a supervisor, I have a large and somewhat more secluded cubicle. But still, people are dropping by my desk often, dropping stacks of papers or asking questions or delivering a message from somebody on the phone.

When we get really busy, I rarely have time to leave my desk. As the hours tick by my bladder fills up, especially after two cups of coffee and some water. The bathroom is a little ways from my office and sometimes I barely make it, sprinting down the hallway, feeling drips of warm pee dampening my panties. It's not a bad feeling, really, and a few times I have rubbed myself off in the bathroom. But I've never wanted an accident at work.

A few days ago, we were really swamped, answering calls, filing paperwork, monitoring the progress of some of our partners. Once again, I spent hours without visiting the restroom until my bladder had finally filled near to the point of bursting. I started to stand up when my office phone rang. I picked it up and it was a supervisor at one of our partner firms, so I didn't dare ask him to call back. So I sat back down in my chair and did my best to hold it until I finished the call.

Fifteen minutes went by. Then thirty. Then an hour. In this time I foolishly took a few drinks of my water. I finally started to feel like I wouldn't be able to last much longer, but the supervisor was still asking questions and I was afraid to ask him to hold on or call back, nor did I want to direct his call to any of my colleagues and let them take the credit for any ideas that would strengthen our company's partnership with this one.

So I did what I had to do. I stayed in my seat. After I knew for sure that there was no chance of holding it any longer, I scooted my seat as close to my desk as I could get it. Then I sat up in my office chair and slid the back of my skirt out of the way. Looking around to make sure no one was too close to notice what I was doing, I just let go and peed into my office chair.

I could feel my bottom get warm as the pee soaked into my panties and absorbed into the chair cushion. Knowing there was no turning back now and realizing that since it was almost 5:00, much of the office had cleared out and no one was around to see, I just sat back in my seat and spread my legs, relaxing and releasing the rest of my pee into my panties and chair.

I had to go really badly and eventually the heavy flow was too much for my chair as a few drops fell silently to the carpet. I didn't care, though, as I was too busy concentrating on trying to speak calmly while also feeling the ecstatic relief of emptying my full bladder right there in my office.

When the call finally finished, I stood up to survey the damage. The cushion on my chair is black, so the wet spot was hardly noticeable unless someone were looking for it. My skirt was completely dry, but my panties were so drenched they were transparent. I pulled my skirt down as far as it would go and walked to the bathroom. This was more for show than anything, in case any of my remaining coworkers wondered why I hadn't been to the restroom in a while.

Something must have happened to my bladder because later, as I was leaving work and riding the elevator down, I felt a strong urge to pee. It hit like a wave and I had to grab myself to stop from peeing right then. I realized, though, that I was alone in the elevator and my panties were already soaked. So I just stood there in the elevator and let the rest of my pee go down my legs, enjoying the warm flow as it filled my crotch and trickled down my inner thighs and dripped to the floor at my feet.

Once in my car, I had to sit back in my seat and touch myself through my soaked panties. Less than a minute later I was screaming as I climaxed. I guess my orgasm made me have to pee again, so I let it happen and once again soaked my panties.

If this kind of thing happens more often, I just might learn to love my job.


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Dear Wet Carpet

I'm Mandy, and have just recently turned 19. And I am bi-sexual. And I have an interest in pissing and always really have. I grew up with a thing about pissing everywhere, which always seemed like fun. Pissing on floors and carpets and wetting beds were always my thing, and I sometimes got in trouble for it.

For a few months now I have been going to this fetish club, mainly because in this big shower room I get to see girls pissing or being pissed on, but also sometimes I see people pissing just about anywhere they like. The management are pretty cool about it as long as it's done in places easy to clean up and not on the carpets or furnishings. I must admit to sometimes popping a squat on the dancefloor and just pissing there in front of everyone, most of whom don't bat an eyelid. And the ones who DO pay attention are usually smiling or grinning appreciatively, which is nice. It's pretty much anything goes on fetish nights.

Back at school a few years back, I used to have this crush on a female history teacher - Miss Lee - who was rumoured to be gay, though none of us knew for sure. She was pretty young too, only early 20s and new to the job, when I was mid-teens. I so fantasised about her pissing everywhere, even all over me. But of course she was a thouroughly respectable person who'd have been horrified and disgusted if she knew the kind of thoughts I was having about her. Or so I'd assumed.

But that was until last night, when to my astonishment and glee, I spotted her in the fetish club, clad mostly in PVC. And she was just standing in the middle of the dancefloor with her legs apart and front of her skirt raised, pissing right there all over the floor, grinning with pleasure as others watched appreciatively. This was so fucking hot that I seriously struggled to resist the temptation to rub one out right there and then.

Instead, I approached her in mid-flow and introduced myself. "Hi, Miss Lee. Never thought I'd have the pleasure of seeing you pissing everywhere in some place like this."

She smiled broadly at me in recognition. "Hi Mandy. And why bother with a toilet when it's much more convenient and fun just to do it on the floor!" She laughed at that and carried right on pissing as she talked. "Not at school anymore, so you no longer have to sign the Official Secrets Act to know my first name, hahaha. So call me Clare."

Well, once she'd finished flooding the floor, we ended up chatting together, and talking about our mutual interest in pee. She kind of gave me a few interesting historical snippets about the subject too. For example, some Roman brothels allegedly had rooms with glass floors so that paying customers could enter the rooms below and watch girls pissing and shitting. And the naughtiest girls in working class pubs in Victorian England would supposedly piss in beer glasses and expect the guys to drink from them. Was fascinating.

Anyway, I ended up taking her back to my student flat with me, by which time I'd enthused her with my fantasy about having her piss on me. We stripped naked as soon as we got in - both of us actually desperate for a piss - and I was soon laying on the living room floor ready for her to piss on me. But she was somewhat uncertain in regards to my chosen location.

"What? You want me to piss on you here? Haha, but it'll go all over the carpet!"

"Right now, I don't care. It's only a cheap flat. It's about time this carpet got pissed on!"

Clare laughed at that but was still unsure. So I said, "You don't think I am serious, do you? Alright, well watch this."

And I got up off the floor, adopted a semi-squatting position with my legs apart and hands on knees. And started pissing right there all over my own living room carpet! My ex-teacher's eyes widened in semi-disbelief but she was grinning at what I was doing and obviously enjoying the show. And I peed for ages, creating a massive puddle on the carpet right there in the middle of the room.

Then I laid down again on a dry patch of carpet, and this time Clare had no hesitation in standing astride me with her hands on hips. And pretty soon her hot piss was splashing down all over me as she swung her pelvis forward and back, skillfully spraying my entire body. Clearly, she had done this sort of thing before. Whenever she peed over my tits, some droplets even splashed into my face, wich I loved. The carpet beneath and around me was soaked with Miss Lee's piss. It was fucking superb.

After that - still covered in her piss - I took her to bed where we had great sex. It was truly awesome.

This morning - Miss Lee went home to get ready for work - I was faced with a pissed on carpet. So the first thing I did was to piss on the carpet again, lol.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

I have been a lurker on your site for a few weeks now. One of my friends recommended your site after I had an accident while out shopping with her and admitted to her that it actually felt nice.

I'm not really a wetter, like a lot of the other women who post on here. But sometimes when I have to pee I hold it as long as I can, sometimes almost too long, and then when I go I go a lot and the strong squirt of my pee excites me.

A little while ago I read a post from a woman who peed all over her carpet all through her house because she was replacing it and because she was home alone. I also fantasize about being a nudist, so after reading that, I felt my face get hot as I thought about how exciting it would be to sit around the house naked, holding my pee until I couldn't hold it anymore, and then spraying pee wherever I was in my house.

I am a stay-at-home mom and after seeing my kids off to school the other day and after my husband kissed me goodbye and left for work, I started to see the possibilities of being able to do this.

Once I was sure the house was empty and would be for about 8 hours, I first slipped off my slacks and panties. This naughty freedom sent tingles through me as I just stood there half naked in our living room. I pulled by sweater over my head and then unfastened my bra. My nipples were getting hard as I stared down at my clothes in a pile on the floor.

I didn't have to pee yet, so I walked naked to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. While I waited for it to brew, I filled a glass with water and drank it down. Then I filled it again. And again. Finally, the single-cup brewer stopped so I took my cup of coffee back into the living room and turned on the morning news.

After sitting for a while, sipping my coffee, I finally started to feel the urge to pee. I squirmed a little bit in the recliner, loving the feel of the soft cushion against my bare bottom. The urge grew and for a moment I debated rushing to the bathroom. If I peed on the floor or the couch or anywhere, I would need to clean it up. And what if I couldn't cover up the smell? How would I respond to my husband's or my children's questions if they smelled it?

I stood up and started to walk to the bathroom, but as I did the pressure in my bladder built and I felt a tiny dribble between my legs.

I'm not even going to make it to the bathroom, I thought. I might as well just pee here.

So I stood up right next to my husband's recliner and waited. Another surge of pressure and I squeezed my legs together, again feeling a spurt as it warmed my crotch. The third wave of pressure was all I could take and I sighed as I peed full-force down my legs. It hissed loudly as I felt the strong spray against my clit. My legs felt weak and I knelt down, bending my knees and sitting back on my feet, still spraying a strong stream of pee onto the carpet.

As if acting on instinct, I started to rub myself, splashing pee all over my fingers, legs, and the floor. Oh, my, this was amazing. It was like I couldn't stop peeing until I finally started panting and gasping as I climaxed, screaming my pleasures to the empty house.

I put a towel down in the wet spot and later scrubbed it with some carpet cleaner and a dab of peroxide. I went through another cup of coffee and a glass of water, not ready to end my fun yet.

When the urge to pee hit again, I was sitting naked at the computer, sending some emails and socializing with friends on facebook. If only any of them knew that I was sitting there, completely nude. I had folded another towel under my bottom, this one larger and thicker. I was certain it could absorb my pee if I found that I had to go while sitting there.

Sure enough, the urge grew and I pressed my legs together, still trying to hold it in as long as I could. I sat there for a little while, reading status messages, and finally felt a squirt that warmed my crotch. I sat back in the chair, spread my legs, and just let go.

A strong dribble of pee hissed out of me and trickled into the towel, creating a growing wet spot. The towel was absorbing the pee, but as I let go full-force, my stream extended past the edge of the chair and to the floor. I didn't care, though, as I just sighed and let my pee flow freely into the towel and onto the floor. This felt so liberating and naughty that I again reached down and touched myself and was screaming within thirty seconds of rubbing myself.

The rest of my morning was kind of uneventful. I drank some more water to fill my bladder again. Later, I took an afternoon in the guest room, crawling under the covers naked, loving the feeling of the Egyptian cotton sheets against my bare body. I woke up with a strong urge to pee. Remembering that no one had been in this room in months, I pressed the covers against my bare vagina and sprayed a hard stream of pee into them. This time, I did not even have to touch myself as the warm pressure of my pee stream soaking into the sheets and splashing back at my vagina was enough to send me over the edge.

After I was done, I reluctantly got up. I washed the towels, sheets and covers, flipped the mattress, and double-checked the carpet for any pee smells. None that I could detect. When my husband and children got home, nothing was said.

I haven't repeated this day yet, but tomorrow the house will be empty again and after writing this I think I just might enjoy myself again.

Thanks for posting these stories.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

I was spending time with some friends a few weeks ago. There were six of us at my friend Maureen's house, having some drinks and talking about our lives before jobs, kids, and husbands.

Then Maureen hit us with a loaded question.

"What is the naughtiest thing you have ever done?" I blushed right away because I already didn't want to answer the question.

Rhoda shared a story about having sex on a tour bus. Carol followed with stealing a purse from the mall. When the question got to me, I said, "Pass," and everyone groaned. I still refused.

"Well, we'll come back to you," Maureen said. She confessed to giving her husband a hand job while waiting in traffic. Dawn said she had once been dared to place a box of condoms in the toy section at Walmart. We all glared at her, probably imagining our own kids finding them and asking questions. Samantha told us she once masturbated at work and since it had been a while since she last orgasmed, she was loud enough that the girl in the office next to her heard it. Again, we winced. sharing her embarrassment.

Now it was back to me. Even after hearing all of those embarrassing stories, I wasn't sure if I wanted to share mine. These girls had been my friends for years, but none of them knew this story because it had never come up.

"Come on, Heather," the pleaded. "Please? We all shared ours."

Finally, I gave in.

"I peed naked on our living room carpet." They all gasped and I felt the urge to run until I saw that they were all smiling. Not the deprecating kind of smile, but a curious smile.

"Wow," Maureen said. "What happened? I mean... was it an accident?"

"Well, sort of," I said. "My husband and I had been fooling around on the couch, so I was naked. He went to use the bathroom and after a few minutes I really had to go. I told him to hurry, but he was doing a number 2, so I held on until I couldn't hold it anymore. I didn't want him to know what I did, so I went to a spot in our living room that no one hardly sees and I stood there and peed."

By now the alcohol was really taking its effect on all of us. The girls all assaulted me with bizarre questions. How did it feel? Relieving, I said. What was it like? Kind of nice, I told them. Was I embarrassed? Before, yes, during, no, because by then it was too late.

"I have an idea." Maureen said. "Let's have a holding contest to see who can hold their pee the longest." I blushed again, realizing that my story had inspired my friend's new idea. Amazingly, all of the girls were okay with the idea. "Only one catch," Maureen said. I was concerned about what she might say next. "We have to do it naked." Now everyone gasped and looked at her, wide-eyed.

But, perhaps surprising ourselves, or perhaps to drunk to protest, we all slowly removed our clothing until we were all sitting naked in Maureen's basement party room, looking nervously at each other. The nudity wasn't the issue. We all worked out together and showered at the gym together, so seeing each other naked was nothing new.

It was the anticipation of what was going to happen when one of us needed to pee.

Maureen reached into her mini-fridge, pulled out some more beers, and passed them around.

"Guzzle them," she demanded. We all obeyed and downed our bottles.

Just a few minutes later, Samantha was holding herself and rocking gently. She had never really been able to hold her pee for very long. We all knew her as the girl who had to go to the bathroom every time we stopped somewhere. She was already wincing and we all watched her. Carol also seemed to be squirming as she peered at the floor a few times. I was starting to feel the beer pass to my bladder, but I could hold off for a while.

"Okay, I can't do this," Samantha said as she hopped up from the couch. We all noticed a tiny wet spot on the couch cushion and laughed as she darted to the basement bathroom. Not long after she left, Carol squirmed again.

"Um, Maureen," she said.


"What if I didn't make it to the bathroom?"

I stared wide-eyed at Carol and Rhoda and Dawn mimicked my expression. Then, we looked back at Maureen.

"Well, I guess that would be okay."

"Good, because I really have to pee." Carol stood up and right in front of all of us she spread her legs. We watched amazed as a clear stream fell from her hairy vagina and splashed to the carpet at her feet. She sighed, clearly either enjoying herself or feeling relieved. It was a quick pee, but it splashed hard and loud all over the floor and sprayed droplets all over her bare legs.

"Wow," Rhoda said as she watched. By now, Samantha was out of the bathroom, but no one else tried to get up or even made known if they had to pee or not. Samantha just stared at the puddle at Carol's feel and we all laughed. After about five minutes, though, Maureen was visibly squirming and Rhoda had gone red in the face. Dawn and I were sitting calmly, watching. Maureen was closing her eyes and obviously holding herself, breathing as if trying to meditate her desperation away. It seemed to be no use, though, as she jumped up out of her seat.

"I can do it, ohh. I'm just gonna stand here and pee." Maureen sighed and a glimmer of pee trickled out of her crotch. Instead of spreading her legs, though, she kept them together, so the warm stream squirted forward and splashed a little against her labia and her inner thighs and splattered to the carpet. "Oohh, that's so good." She closed her eyes again and the stream grew as her pee sprayed out of her and warmed her calves and feet. She sighed again as the warm flow slowed to a quiet trickle down her legs.

Dawn and I looked at each other. It was down to us. I knew I was going to win. See, what none of these girls remember is that I have always been the one who could hold her bladder. I could have waited for my husband to get out of the bathroom that day, but I didn't want to. It was so much more naughty to pee on the carpet. But that naughtiness was nothing compared to this night.

Dawn was looking a little timid as she sat up in her chair.

"You're going to lose, Dawn," I said.

She bit her lip. "I know."

"You might as well just go," I said, pretending to taunt her but really just wanting to see her pee.

"Okay," she said. Rather than stand up, Dawn scooted forward in her chair and then sat on the floor in front of it. She giggled. "The carpet tickles my vagina." We all watched as she just spread her legs out in front of her, leaned her head back onto the chair, and sighed. Right away a thick arc of pee squirted from Dawn's shaved pussy and soaked the carpet at her crotch. A puddle formed between her legs and we all watched her warm pee trickle into it as she moaned with obvious pleasure and relief. Her gasps grew as her flow increased, and just a few seconds later Dawn's moans grew louder as she had a small but apparently satisfying orgasm.

Truthfully not able to hold it anymore, I stood up and without saying anything just let go and peed a warm stream of pee down my legs. I licked my lips as the warm flow caressed my thighs and squirted against my clitoris. I peed long and hard and just as I thought I might also climax, my flow stopped and I stood looking down at the huge puddle at my feet.

"Well," Maureen said. "That was some party." We all agreed as we slipped our clothes back on. Maureen assured us that she would clean up the mess. She also offered for us to come over again some time, and of course we all agreed.

I look forward to Maureen's next party. Maybe I can tell her about this site and she could invite some of you.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

My best friend may have started me on a bad habit. This letter may be long, so I apologize.

A few years ago, my husband of 23 years left me and moved in with his long-time girlfriend. I had a feeling he was cheating on me for a little while but didn't say anything because I was hoping it wasn't true. But, sure enough, I came home from work to find most of his stuff gone and a note admitting to everything.

Our divorce was quick and mostly painless. I got the house and my share of what was left in the bank.

The night I found the note, I called my friend and we both sobbed and griped together. She had also been divorced, but an ugly and bitter one. She always said the only good part about it was that they didn't have any kids or else the battle for custody would have been a really nasty ordeal.

"You're coming over to stay with me," she said.

"No, no, I can't," I said.

"Then I'm coming over there."

She arrived about 30 minutes later with a bag of clothes, a tub of ice cream, and two large bags filled with an assortment of alcohol. She hugged me tightly and said, "I'm so sorry." I shrugged. What could I do, really? At least I knew the truth now. "Good news is, I brought some stuff to help drown your sorrows." She pulled out a six pack of beer and quickly popped the top off of two of them, then handed me one. Being country girls, we had always been more beer and whisky drinkers than wine sippers.

So we relaxed in my living room, myself in the love seat and my friend on the couch. She had me laughing after just a few minutes of talking. The beer was taking effect and I could feel a little buzz. We ate big spoonfuls of ice cream, too, as we drank. Once the beers were gone, my friend dropped two shot glasses on the table and poured some Southern Comfort, an appropriately named drink for a night like this.

As the evening wore on, we were both very tipsy, cackling at every stupid joke, acting like college girls again. I wasn't too drunk to notice that I had to pee, though, but as I tried to get up, I flopped back down into the love seat. My friend laughed at me and I would have laughed, too, but I was worried I would lose it and pee all over the love seat.

"What were you trying to do?" she asked.

"I have to pee," I said. "I was trying to get up, but I'm so drunk and I don't want to move because this love seat is comfortable."

"You whole living room is comfortable," my friend said. I pointed to a recliner in the corner and frowned.

"Not that chair. That fucking thing..." I paused. It was my husband's chair. "I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it." I felt like crying again, but I turned my eyes away and looked at my friend.

"You know what you should do?" she said.


"You should pee on that chair." My eyes widened. "I'm serious. You said you're too drunk to make it to the bathroom. The chair is just right there. He's not coming back for it, and if he does it would be the best revenge."

"I can't just pee on the chair. That's gross." As I said that, though, I did feel butterflies in my stomach, as if the idea excited me.

"Come on. I dare you to pee in the chair." I shook my head, making myself a little dizzy. "Do it, do it, do it," she chanted.

I finally shrugged, stood up (with difficulty) and staggered to the chair.

"So what do I do? Just sit in it and pee?"

"Sounds awesome to me."

"But I don't want to ruin these jeans."

"So take them off. Just pull your jeans and panties down and sit in it like it's a toilet."

"This is so bad," I said. I felt that twinge in my stomach again and as I pulled my jeans and panties down I was surprised to see that I was already a little wet in the crotch, and not from pee. I could even feel my nipples harden as I sat my naked butt on the soft cushion of the recliner. "I can't believe I'm just gonna pee in this chair." After saying this, it was like my body worked on its own. I leaned back in the chair, spread my legs, and let go.

I gasped as the first drops of my pee trickled out and warmed my butt as the cushion absorbed my flow. "Oh, that's amazing," I said. The trickle grew to a squirt and you could hear it dribbling into the chair. My friend giggled at this, but otherwise she just watched silently. I felt it spray against my legs and inner thighs. "Mmm. It feels so good." I looked down and a dark, glistening puddle was forming at my crotch. I closed my eyes, pushed harder and now my warm spray was tickling my clitoris. Without touching myself or anything, I started panting as for the first time in my life I orgasmed while peeing.

When I opened my eyes I saw my friend squatting over the carpet in front of my couch, her jeans and panties at her feet, and a warm flow of pee trickling out of her and making a puddle on the floor. "I'm so sorry," she said, "but watching you made me have to go." The carpet in the living room is a dark brown, so I truthfully wasn't worried about stains.

"It's okay," I said. "I think... you may have started something." We both laughed as we pulled our panties and jeans back on.

For the rest of the night, if we needed to pee, we either soaked the recliner or squatted over the dark carpet and made puddles. We both fell asleep in the living room, my friend on the floor and me on the couch. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling woozy. I also had to pee again. I tried to sit up, but my head started pounding so I laid back down on my side, facing the back of the couch. I still really had to pee and I didn't want to ruin my couch. I tugged my jeans and panties off and scooted my butt as far as I comfortably could over the edge of the couch. Sighing, I let go and a warm trickle of pee caressed my bottom and the back of my right leg as it dripped to the floor. I just relaxed and let it flow. I thought I felt some of it soak into the edge of the couch cushion, but I didn't care. My friend had introduced me to something incredibly arousing and I was going to enjoy it.

Since that night, I have peed in the recliner, squatted in several places over my living room carpet, let my warm pee flow down my legs while washing dishes, and right now I am laying naked in bed typing on my laptop and thinking of christening my bedroom carpet, which is the same color as my living room carpet. I'll probably just hang my legs over the bed and spray my pee all over the floor.

Until later.


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Awesomely hot story, and I didn't recognise this one. Is it a new one?

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It is not. Must have slipped by you on PS. ;-)

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Dear Wet Carpet,

I recently moved out of my house because of some conflict with an ex boyfriend. One of my close friends is letting me stay with her because she has a huge three-story historic mansion with eight bedrooms and a bathroom on each floor.

When I first arrived, she toured me through the house and took me to my room, far on the left wing where I could have some privacy. I quickly got lost as we walked down a corridor, turned down a hall, and entered so many doors I lost count. The good news is that the room was amazing, with a king size bed, TV, computer, and even my own little kitchen and dining area with a mini-fridge already stocked with some food and drinks. The bathroom, however, was on the other end of the wing closer to the center of the house. As she directed me to my room the first night, I tried to remember how to get back to the bathroom as I was sure I would need to go later. She left before I could ask, though, and shut the door behind her.

I relaxed on the bed, watched some shows on the 40-inch HD TV hanging on the wall, and even grabbed a few wine coolers from the mini-fridge. I fell asleep with the TV on, still wearing my clothes.

I woke up a while later and the first thing I noticed was the pressure in my bladder. I jumped up and opened the door to my room. The hallway was dark except for bright moonlight shining in the floor to ceiling windows along the hall. The house was quiet. To tell you the truth, it freaked me out. I walked down the hallway, through some doors, looking for the way back to the bathroom. I tried a few of the side doors to see if any of them were bathrooms, but no luck. Just a few spare bedrooms, my friend's art studio, and what looked like a study or an office.

The pressure in my bladder was growing and I had to grab myself a few times to fight back occasional surges. I was also still a little tipsy from the alcohol. I looked down the hallway and it still seemed so far to walk, and I hadn't even reached the corridor yet. Another surge of pressure hit and I knew I wouldn't make it much longer. But what could I do? Stand here and pee in my friend's hallway? I had peed in unusual and sometimes naughty places before, but this was my friend's house.

I made my way back to my room and paced the floor, trying to figure out what to do. I was holding myself completely, now, as the pressure was growing to the point of desperation. I would need to decide soon.

I finally peered over at the corner of the room where the dresser was standing and realized there was a little bit of space between the dresser and the wall. I could maybe squeeze back there and pee and no one would find it until well after it dried. I walked over and sure enough the space was just wide enough for my thin frame to scoot behind the dresser.

I knew I couldn't wait any longer as I tugged my panties and jeans down and put my back against the dresser for support as I squatted over the soft carpet. I couldn't believe I was about to piss all over my friend's carpet. The idea kind of excited me a little. As I breathed out, I let go and a warm stream sprayed out of me and at first splashed noisily against the wall and to the floor. I watched it as it streaked down the wall and created a dark puddle on the carpet that grew as my flow continued. I must have peed for a whole minute and I was a little concerned about the size of the puddle, but it was too late now.

When I finally finished, I just removed my panties and jeans, changed into my pajamas, and crawled back into bed. I was asleep in no time at all.

The next morning, when my friend woke me up, I couldn't keep my secret. I apologized and told her exactly what happened. I was ready for her to tell me to pack my stuff and get out. Instead, she laughed. This section of the house was built before indoor plumbing and they never got around to building a bathroom. She was pretty sure the previous owners either went outside to use the bathroom or had a chamber pot.

"This is your wing, now, though," she said. "If you want to live here long term, I can make sure you have privacy. No one has to come out here." She winked at me and I smiled, understanding what she was trying to say. "Breakfast is in an hour," she said, and shut the door behind her.

I stood there, still surprised by her response, but also relieved. I could feel my morning pee creeping up so I pulled my pajama bottoms down and again paced the room. Where would I pee next? Since my secret was out and I had the room to myself, I could be as creative as I wanted. I walked over to the wall and stood facing it. I slid my panties down and kicked them across the room. Still facing the wall, I stood close to it and sighed as I released my morning pee, squirting a strong stream that splashed against the wall and back against my legs and pussy. It was warm and wonderful. I touched myself as I peed, splashing the hot pee against my fingers and listening to it hiss out and patter to the carpet. I climaxed and shouted as my orgasm shook me and I slumped onto the floor, still peeing as I felt its warmth under my bottom.

I think I may be staying here for a while.


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Dear Wet Carpet,

I have to tell you about this dream I had a few nights ago. I think I've been watching too many videos. But if I ever wanted a dream to come true, this is it.

I am in school, college, and I live in a dorm room with three other girls. I don't recognize any of them, but we all seem to be friends. In the dream, I am waking up to get ready for school and I see one of the girls, a thin blonde wearing a thin night gown, sitting up in her bed. She smiles and me and then sighs as she starts peeing, soaking her panties, night gown and bed.

"You'd better pee, too," she says. I look down at my own crotch and it darkens as I also pee into my panties and bed. I can hear moaning and sighing in the bunk above me, also, and the burbling sound of pee saturating the top bunk mattress. Above the blonde girl is another blonde, a little more plump, and she hangs her legs over the top bunk and pees a long stream to the floor.

Then I'm in a class of all girls and I'm wearing loose-fitting shorts, the sporty kind, and the professor, a 40-something but still smoking hot redhead, is teaching something about molecular space microbes. I feel that I have to pee and as I look around the room, I see the plump blonde girl raise her hand. The professor just looks at her and the girl stands, drops her jeans to her knees, and pees through her panties. "Oh, that feels so good," she says. "I had to pee so bad. Mmm."

The professor continues to teach and no one seems to be at all bothered by the blonde's brazen display. Another girl next to me says, "I can't hold it anymore," lifts her skirt, spreads her legs, and pees right in her seat.

"I might as well go," I say. I grab my crotch and look down as I pull the leg of my shorts aside, revealing my bare pussy, and squirt a stream of pee all over the floor at my feet. I look at the professor as I continue to pee and the front of her skirt darkens as she wets herself, still teaching while clear rivulets of warm pee trickle down her leg. Then the fire alarm goes off and everyone looks around.

But it wasn't the fire alarm, it was my alarm to get me up. I turned it off and immediately I noticed my damp and warm crotch. I must have wet my bed during my dream. I sleep naked, so the sheets and mattress were soaked. I licked my lips and quoted my dream. "I might as well go," as I sighed and released the remainder of my bladder, gasping as it trickled out of me and splashed against my thighs, warming the sheets at my crotch. I couldn't resist touching myself as I closed my eyes and imagined my dream again. I came within just a few minutes, screaming as I climaxed.

It took a lot of effort to get up and get ready for work. Maybe I need to go back to college.

Hugs and Kisses,


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