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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, If this was a feature article, I guess there'd be a headline 'How Pee saved my relationship'. I'm writing to share exactly that, and hopefully it may help some of your readers. My boyfriend and I have been seeing each other for a few years, but had sort of grown apart a little. It's not like we were splitting up, but we both have work pressures, we'd settled into a routine and things were just, well boring. But then something happened to change all that. One Friday night we'd been out in town to a few pubs and were on the late bus home. There was ju

@pissmary @puddyls, so lovely to see your slits here on the thread!! Ty so much for sharing!

I’ma bit stiff at the moment. Who’s coming to lend a hand?

Ladies! Congratulations again on being chosen as the company's QC team. You've done exceptional work product testing our toilets, each of you four urinating five to seven times an hour to make sure these items are ready for the rigors of the most densely packed sport arenas, night clubs, and amusement parks. Today you will start a new battery of tests on a prototype urinal. It is designed for unisex SIMULTANEOUS use. SO, that means instead of taking turns, you'll be doubling and tripling up on one receptacle. This also means holding until you are desperately BURSTING to release. We need to mak

Dear Wet Carpet I am a female Tory MP in the House of Commons so for obvious reasons I must remain totally anonymous. I cannot afford to be seen or talked about doing anything outrageous. My constituency association is full of elderly old men and blue rinse old ladies whose attitudes are often prudish in the extreme. A few of them still haven't left the 19th century let alone the 20th, and still believe a woman's place is in the home and all that crap. I had to pretend I was in favour of corporal punishment to even scrape in as the Tory candidate with their approval. Though one or two of

This instance of me pissing wherever I want happened to be.. on myself 😈💦

Today a made a year long dream come reality. I was completely by myself in carriage on a long train ride so I drank a lot of water and then walked to a seat in a hidden corner and emptied my full bladder onto the seat. It felt amazing!

I often wake up in the morning with a pressing need to pee however with me being in the nude and with no toilet in my apartment nor any communal lavatory facilities within the building itself, I simply use the carpet in my room as a urinal to relieve myself as there is little else I can do! https://www.erome.com/a/8kftBTLe

I'm a nudist who can't practice the lifestyle with my current living situation.

Personally I'd congratulate her on a lovely puddle, (scroll down towards the end of the article) - looks like she really needed to go: https://www.lincolnshirelive.co.uk/news/local-news/lincoln-business-owners-dismayed-cctv-5340401 And in other news: https://metro.co.uk/2015/06/19/woman-caught-urinating-on-busy-street-in-broad-daylight-5253710/

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Went out for a bit found a handy stairwell. There were plenty of dried puddles and the smell of piss was clearly present. Things seemed a bit dry so I gave my cock some exercise and pissed on the wall and floor. https://thisvid.com/videos/cock-out-pissing-on-parking-garage-stairs/ https://thisvid.com/videos/casually-pissing-in-the-stairwell/

Its so great that hotel peeing is becoming mainstream now!

Sorry if this a bit too emotional but I've been dealing with a bit of a inner turmoil in the past days that I just feel like I need to confide with someone. So basically, over the past few months I've been dealing with some fleeting doubts about my sexuality (I've gone by straight for the majority of my 25 years long life). Those instances happened from time to time but I've always just brushed it off like innocent curiosity etc. But over time they added up until eventually a week or two ago (and I'll spare you the details to make this tactful) I've had some homoerotic interactions that..

My mom does notice and knows about what I do, just closes one eye until there's a need for her to intervene on any underlying health risks/valid reasons, she rarely gets mad about it but does assert a serious tone

Dude I’m right there with you.. haven’t seen many others who’ve mentioned it which is a little surprising but I think it’s the best.. it’s sexy and tranquil.. what do you think made you like this sound? do you know?

"Why do you always close the door when you pee? It's not like I haven't seen you do it in LOADS of places... including my mouth." "Look, it's very simple. If I wanted to make a spectacle of my pissing, I would. However I don't always want to feel like I am peeing in the hallway.... unless I specifically meant to."

Third girl isn’t at all hard to look at either and agreed all very beautiful

This is such a hard question right now considering that I really don't know myself anymore. I mean... I don't think I ever really did, but I used to be way happier. What really makes me any semblance of happy is cycling. I love cycling like people love running. I am genuinely in a much better mood when I get on a bike and go. It's a little hard to do now since I don't have a good road bike. I have a good Turin Super Willy CX frame with 700x33mm tires, but it doesn't challenge my legs, so every time I get on an actual road bike, I feel like I'm riding for the first time and my legs are screamin

Carpet. There's nothing better.

If I my ask... did your mom only find out about after it got soaked that much? Or did she notice before and not care? And what was her reaction when she told you to stop? Mad, understanding, matter of fact? I absolutely cannot imagine my mom would react in any other way than a lot of anger, that's why I'm asking.

yeah she knew :), just wasnt her thing but she would enjoy teasing me telling me whrn she was bursting but really wasnt into the idea of peeing herself, any pee play and that sadly.

What was the longest days in a row streak has anyone pissed the bed for before taking a break for another? I once had a record of pissing my bed every night for 2 weeks, before I was forced by my mom to stop as the bed got so soaked and was constantly raining puddles on the floor

Well after a week of feeling horny as fuck - like being 18 again - due mostly to new meds, during which time I wrote loads of stories, my levels of sexual interest appear to have subsided again. My imagination has again ceased to be a fertile breeding ground for new material in terms of new ideas for stories, and I am struggling to get interested in pics or vids too. Probably due in part to tiredness from work. But I have three days off now - and am still on those new meds - so I hope my mojo returns soon. I REALLY hope it does because I was enjoying it. If loads more new material

WFH and porn do this to me

A couple of web finds I liked:

Any love for Holly?

In my dishwasher

Jessica Simpson posted a photo on her instagram account of her peeing on the grass during an outdoor photoshoot. It then made the news: https://pagesix.com/2023/02/13/jessica-simpson-pees-in-grass-during-outdoor-shoot/ https://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/fans-divided-jessica-simpsons-oversharing-peed-grass-instagram-post The original instagram post is below.

The street had gone quiet so I decided to wander up the main road and stand outside McDonalds. I stood leaning on the railings for a while watching the people hanging out outside and those who were coming up the main road. There were a couple of girls who went to use the toilet and were stopped by the security guard but after being denied they went back to waiting for their food without a care but I was glad to see the old way of blocking off the bathroom was back in place. From where I was standing I had a view down the road and I saw a couple walking across towards the churchyard so I

After the group of women had gone on their way I popped into the shop and got myself a drink and a snack and wandered back down to where I had started. There were some guys sitting on the bench at the top of the church steps so I went and stood near the bottom and leant on the wall in the little gap between two electricity boxes. I went back to watching along the street and stood there for a while waiting for the next potential encounter. I had been there a while watching people coming and going when my attention was drawn to what would become my next, and favourite, encounter of the nig