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This was taken on a walk from Henley-In-Arden to Preston Baggot in Warwickshire, England last weekend. We are enjoying a fine heatwave at the moment, but when you are caught short with no loos around, well, why not!? My question; Does heat increase the libido or not? For me, I get more hornier in the Summer, perhaps it's because there is so much to see, as clothes become more 'skimpy' and 'revealing.

Dear Wet Carpet I'm an attractive - at least my husband thinks so - married mother in my early 30s, and work as an office administrator in the local hospital. The name is Lucy. This is me..... I have a thing about peeing. Back in my school days my first ever boyfriend occasionally encouraged me to pee on his bedroom carpet at the end of his bed. Which I got a buzz out of. It was fun just to pee on the floor like that. As a grown woman, I have often harboured secret fantasies about peeing everywhere, and sometimes seek out stories, confessions or porn vids describing

I once had a partner who simply enjoyed kneeling before me as I sat back on the toilet. "I love to watch the water turn yellow", he would say, holding his member, stroking gently until his ejaculate spurted elegantly between my legs, hitting my inner thighs, pussy and splashing in the golden water below. Here's a little homage to that lovely memory.

Had a thought about the idea of being in a rush, or being a touch lazy about taking a pee. Let's be honest there are situations, perhaps in the workplace, when you can't be arsed to pull down your knickers entirely and you just want to pull them to one side and take a whizz in a hurry. I must confess to doing this, and not wiping, just a shake of the lettuce and panties back into position, no doubt absorbing the little droplets left...!

Don't feel bad about that Scott. When I was younger, I sometimes had trouble with ED but there was no "cure". Now, after I've discontinued all the ED causing behaviors (alcohol, drugs, smoking) I have found that in my 60's I have had the best sex of my life because ED treatments are now available and thank God they are!

Dear Wet Carpet I work as a photographer for a modelling agency. I get to see lots of hugely attractive young ladies in my job, which is awesome. Sometimes I get lucky with them, which is even more awesome. This one was exceptional..... We were spending the night at her place where she thought nothing of taking a piss on the bedroom carpet beside her bed! Looked sexy as fuck. And she was loving it, I could tell.

Hmmm, at the risk of being belittled, I need to use viagra at times, keeping 2 people happy is hard work, and there have been a couple of memorable times where I've had to pee when I've been 'charged' up, lol. It can be done, you just need to think about it.

I love peeing with an erection it feels amazing,,

@fannywatcher @greedyneedygirl a really sinister and well-shot film

I really have to answer for my younger days. It depended on just how hard it was. If it were close to an ejaculation time there was now way that I could Pee. I found it difficult to Pee standing in front of the toilet as pressing it down enough to get it into the toilet it rather squeezed the urethra at the bend and made it difficult. If I continued to try to Pee there would be a certain amount of relaxation so even considered hard it was soft enough to get the Pee thru.

Ah,English Civil War,i just googled it....directed by Ben Wheatley(?).I must look out for it,it says its like Apocalypse now set in the UK...i didnt know they had helicopters in 1642.😊

was she ever to do something like that I would travel there to see!!!

Indeed, most of the west do that And then there's me, who never wear any ahahahahaha

Some from me, taken yesterday.

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/opps-i-forgot-to-lift-the-seat-28586451 http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Laundry-pee-28410501 http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/pee-hotel-bed-29604681

I would luv to watch a guy using a pump, hard, pissing and cumming in a pump:wink:

Dear Wet Carpet, I work at a supermarket and recently our maintenance crew was working on the employee bathrooms. As you could probably predict, this turned out to be a disaster. Since I was not aware of the repairs, I drank several cups of coffee before heading to work, as well as a bottle of water. I was working the counter and we were really busy. I felt a small urge to pee. There were about 6 people in my line so I picked up the phone and called my manager at the service desk. I asked her if I could have a break soon. When she asked me why, I told her I needed to use the bathroom. "B

Dear Wet Carpet, My husband and I recently discovered a side of ourselves we had never explored before. We both enjoy wet sex. It sort of happened by accident. We came home one night after a great evening together with some friends. We had gotten a little tipsy and as we staggered into the house, my husband suggested we sleep on the pullout couch downstairs since he didn't think either of us were in a condition to make it up the stairs in one piece. I reluctantly agreed and he lead me into the room that is connected to our garage that we usually reserve for guests. This room had a pullou

Dear Wet Carpet, My name is Maureen. A little while ago, my friend Heather wrote to you about a get-together I had with some friends. I won't relay all the details here again, but let's just say that evening ruined me, but in a good way. First of all, let me tell you a little about my situation. I am a stay-at-home mom, even though two of my kids are in high school and the third is off to college. My husband travels a lot for work. So I spend a lot of time alone in our house, occupying my time with little hobbies like crafts, taking walks, keeping up with friends and family online, and of

Dear Wet Carpet, I am 45, married with four kids, and I rarely get a chance to indulge. Between driving my kids everywhere, working a job, and keeping the house clean, I rarely have time for anything. My husband also works, and often late, so I have suffered a lot of disappointing nights where my needs have had to take a back seat to everyone else's needs. But I have a secret my husband and kids don't know about. I love to wet my panties. Usually, I only get to enjoy this kink of mine in the early morning, just before I take a shower. Sometimes, I sit on the toilet still wearing my night g

Dear Wet Carpet, My name is Darla and I love to wet myself. I'm usually not very shy or secret about it, either. Of course I've lost more than a few friends and boyfriends over this, but it just feels too good to stop. I wear skirts most of the time because I really love the feeling of my warm pee trickling down my bare legs. But I also enjoy wetting my jeans and slacks if that's what I'm wearing when I decide to wet. Most of the time I wet myself out of pleasure rather than necessity or accidentally. One of my former friends, Tara (not her real name), used to hate it when I wet myself.

Dear Wet Carpet, I have hesitated writing to you until my daughter went off to college out of risk of someone finding out who I am and embarrassing her. I think it's safe now, though. When my story is finished, you may think our family strange, and you may judge us, but we've been at this long enough that it won't matter much to me what anyone says. We are nudists. Well, part time, at least. Our house is located on a hill away from other houses and we have a fenced in yard. Of course, when we go out we wear clothes and we always keep clothes close by in case someone drops by for a visit.

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 k

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 sob

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 yo

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

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,

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 b

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 c

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 t

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 pe

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.

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

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

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 fri

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

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 bac

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 scree

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 w

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, I just read Emma's letter about peeing in the warehouse and it reminded me of something similar that happened to me, that I think you might like to share: I am a 28 year old woman and I work for an IT company and spend most of my time in an office but also spend a bit of time on customer sites. About 5 years ago, we were doing a rollout of new computers to a customer and had a stock of PCs and Printers which were delivered to us early, so we had to find storage for them. There was no storage at our office and the customer couldn't accommodate them, so we contact

Dear Wet Carpet My name is Ashleigh, and I am a 25 year old comprehensive school teacher. I am also bisexuel, with a fairly new girlfriend called Sarah, who is a 27 year old female doctor. I have always taken a perverse delight in shocking people. I find that just so funny. I suppose I should also say that I am into pissing and things like that, though this and my desire to shock have never come together before - until last night that is. You see, about a week ago, one morning when Sarah was in the shower at my place, having spent the night, I noticed her mobile phone left on the living

Dear Wet Carpet Pete again, but I have to write this follow up letter. Kelly knocked on my door this morning on her way to work. She had a spare half hour so I invited her in for a cup of tea. With a trace of a smile, she remarked, "It does smell a bit pissy in here." "That's cos you pissed all over the carpet the other night", I laughed. She chuckled in response, with a brief glance at the general area of the carpet she'd peed on, now fully dried out, as we walked past into my kitchen. I put the kettle on and made us both a cup of tea, as we stood in the kitchen talking about this

Dear Wet Carpet My name is Pete, aged 31, and I live in a single bedroom privately rented flat. I've gotten to know the other tenants in the building pretty well too. The girl in the flat above me is a 24 year old, blonde, party animal called Kelly, who is always rolling in the worse for wear after some serious drinking, sometimes with a guy in tow, sometimes not. When alone she'd often knock on my door and come in for a semi-drunken chat, in which she'd recount all the stuff of interest during her day....especially the evening drinking part of it. Sometimes we'd spend an evening in in my f

This story was inspired by the tales of Vicky by Lesful/Vixen3 Dear Wet Carpet My name is Mike and I am married to a gorgeous - and very naughty - lady called Rebecca. And she has a thing about peeing. I shall tell you about the first time it happened. We had often joked about this sort of thing - peeing where we shouldn't - before, but it actually happened for the first time one evening when we were staying at a cheap hotel for the night. In those days - it was some years ago - credit cards were much less widespread and many hotels, particularly the cheap ones, accepted cash up front, w

Dear Wet Carpet I shall call myself Michelle, and I am a lesbian voyeur in my mid-30s. Michelle is not my real name, by the way. I am just protecting my identity. I don't want it to become generally known that I have a thing about spying on other ladies for kicks, especially neighbours. I guess voyeurism has always been my thing, and I love seeing ladies - who are not aware of me watching - in states of undress or nudity, or using the bathroom, or playing with themselves sexually. Well, a new family has moved in opposite and I have been using my trusty binoculars to spy in through the gir

Dear Wet Carpet I'm Rachel, aged 21, and a couple of nights ago I was with another bunch of young girls and dudes at this party. We were all playing truth or dare and were pretty smashed by then. And the dares were getting pretty full on. One guy ended up walking out the front door naked and shouting "hallelujah" to make sure all the neighbours heard, then waved at the first one who looked. Turned out to be a grinning middle aged woman in a house opposite. Another guy was dared to show off his masturbatory technique, and he ended up pulling his pants down in front of us and started masturbat

Dear Wet Carpet. My name is Rhona, and I am 30 years old. And I work as a trained therapist helping people overcome psychological traumas. I appear to all and sundry as a perfectly respectable professional woman, and am good at what I do. But what I am going to tell you will probably shock even many regular readers of this magazine. You see, behind closed doors I am probably just about the dirtiest bitch you will ever hear from, and get a buzz out of knowing that. I'll get a bigger buzz out of sharing this with you. You see, when it comes to pissing everywhere I have no limits. I tend not

Dear Wet Carpet My name is Melissa. I am a 25 year old married woman with two young kids. My husband works as a teacher, whilst I work as a solicitor for a local law firm, and often defend people in court. We are both also regular churchgoers, being devout Catholics. And we are both regarded as the epitome of respectability in our local community, doing a lot of voluntary work for religious and other charities. I myself am generally a good person who easily feels guilty at the slightest wrong, and have struggled with my conscience for weeks before finally writing to this magazine. But I feel

Dear wet carpet, I am staying away for business - a three day trainning course. I like t8 have some pee fun whilst I am away, but am always concerned about messing my room in the hotel in case it gets reported to my company. When I first got to my room I was bursting for a pee as I had been travelling for three hours and had drunk a mug of tea and bottle of cold water on the way. Imagine my delight when I found that my room has a small outside balcony which was made with deck boards. I headed straight outside and stood with my legs apart and let my pee just fall to the floor from under

Dear Wet Carpet. My name is Sally and last saturday night I was in a city centre pub with my friend Clarisse, enjoying a few drinks. And you know how it is. Once the seal was broken we were forever having to go to the ladies'. And it developed into a busy night with something of a queue, so that became a pain. Apparently, we weren't the only ones who thought so. From our vantage point we could see a young couple sat at a table who'd been there drinking for some time and were presumably well on the way to being drunk. Well, at one point I glanced in their direction and my eyes must have l