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It's more fun to go on the floor even though the potty is right there

This is quite a nice one I found on another thread. It looks like she is just purposefully wetting herself while doing something by the crossed ankles so that her pee goes neatly down her legs unobserved by all but the most eagle eyed. Open shoes and short skirt as well suggests that she might have had wetting in mind when she got dressed.

Steve.....another great story! Awesome!

A new story has been added to Wet Carpet. More may follow if the right inspiration follows.

Dear Wet Carpet My name is Sue and I live in a flat in a plush part of town with my boyfriend Mike. We are both mid to late 20s.I'm bi, he's straight. We overlook some expensive properties out the back and the view from our bedroom looks right into the back of the living room of one house opposite. Two blonde women in their late 30s - Jen and Samantha , whom we've met a few times - share the place, both successful businesswomen. Why do I mention them? Because at night they do not always bother drawing the curtains and with the light on we can see everything. And during the summer mon

Hmm, I have a couple. 1. People who can't or won't update technology, I've had a PC repair that was still running Windows98se, and the owner was complaining about how slow it was. It was a Pentium 3 with 8 meg of ram, rofl. This same person had an old Nokia 3110 that didn't have a signal, I tried telling him that the technology wasn't used anymore. He just didn't get it, the phone still powered up, it should still work. There were several others in the same predicament, I just tell them, thanks, but no thanks. 2. Snapchat, Instagram and Twitter. If you get these things, I don't want

(bit of 4th wall, I'd used this idea for an art piece ages ago... now I'm making it a story) Dear Wet Carpet, I decided to take my young daughter shopping in the old district today. There are several shops there that sell antiquities and other finery that I enjoy viewing even if I cannot always purchase them outright. On this particular day on of the locations had a "Everything Must Go" sign and several advertisements that indicated steep discounts on most if not all items. We entered the establishment and wandered for some time looking at the wares without much to do, several broken

Hi everyone, Name's Victoria and I'm a woman 29 years of age. I don't go out drinking quite as much as when I was still a student, but occasionally I'll have a drink (maybe more than one) with a colleague. Nevertheless, I've certainly done my fair share of weeing in public. Most of this was in my student days, obviously, but I'm definitely not too much of a prude now to nip into a dark corner if the need arises! A girl's gotta go! I can hold it for quite a while, though - large bladder I suppose - but over the years I've found this means I have a tendency to skip the toilet before heading ho

Holy fuck, dude. Maybe I should write something.

I have been interested in peeing my whole life. I don't remember a time when I wasn't. I remember being very young and hiding under my bed to hold myself when I needed to pee. I loved all the feelings it would give me. I was always very curious to watch boys go pee too. I sometimes watched my male cousin pee in the woods near his house. It was our little private thing. We would sneak away from all the other cousins to do it. Im not into pee drinking, so I can't reply to that.

I woke up before everyone else and saw beams of sunlight creeping in through the windows. I really didn't want to get up, but mostly because I didn't want this day to come. It was our last day camping together. I rolled over and looked at Savanna, who was still sleeping soundly. The covers under and over us were cool and damp. I thought about warming them up, but then remembered that there was something else I had wanted to do since we arrived. I crawled out of the covers and walked outside, not bothering to get dressed. The morning air was cool, but I could already feel early sunlight war

Being a competitive swimmer comes with its perks. The most obvious being the killer figure I get to maintain in order to be a strong swimmer. Since I was a teen, I have been an eye-catcher for a lot of guys (and a few girls). But there are other perks, as well, some I didn't learn about until I started swimming for the college team. I vividly remember our first practice. I arrived and stepped into the locker room, feeling very much like a rookie among upper class girls who were already unpacking their duffle bags or slipping off garments. They chatted with each other as I sat my bag down on

I went on a camping trip recently with some friends, and I know I will never be the same. I spent a few days with my closest friends, Savanna, Larissa, and Sandy, and let's just say we embraced our freedom in the great outdoors. By that, I mean we spent most of the trip naked, and since it was a rugged cabin with no bathroom, if we needed to pee, we just went wherever and however we wanted. It was during that trip that I fell in love with the amazing feeling of soaking a couch. Since that trip,I have snuck down a few times to our older couch in the basement, the one near the garage that my h

Dear Wet Carpet, I recently read a story where the girl was fantasizing about a yoga class where everyone was free to wet themselves as they stretched. I immediately got excited because I happen to know that yoga classes like that really exist. I should know because I teach one. In fact, I was amazed by how similar her fantasy was to what happened to me. It actually started as a three-day nude yoga retreat in the wilderness, strictly for women. I was only able to get permission from my sponsors to do nude yoga if it was for girls only. We only accepted 20 girls at a time. Participants also

Dear Wet Carpet My name is Alan and I love reading about the girls in this magazine, pissing all over the place. Well yesterday something incredible happened. I was standing naked in my kitchen with my dick in hand, spraying my piss all over the kitchen floor. I like doing that sometimes and it's easy to mop up afterwards. But this time I'd barely started when there was a knock on my front door which leads right into my kitchen. Whoever was out there must have been able to hear me pissing, but I was very full-bladdered and just couldn't stop. And still worse, next moment there was a key