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I was thinking that we might have sufficient material now to make an initial print version of 'Wet Carpet' magazine. We would have to abide by the rules and only use material which we have the appropriate copyright permissions of course, but if we collaborate I think we could make something quite readable. We would need:- Cover photo @puddyls @MiaDarling Anyone else like to offer? A leader column @steve25805 @Sophie Real life wetting experience @puddyls Nappy News @MiaDarling Dear Wet Carpet agony column (questions from @Kupar) Cock Corner men's inter

The Sleepover: Part 4 Molly tells her fantasy….. “Alright,” Molly began. “My fantasy…” I adjusted my legs to sit differently, the way Molly had when she was trying to hold her pee, and listened intently to what she was about to reveal. “My biggest fantasy ever would be to go on a ‘pee getaway’ for couples with Jeremy.” She looked around the room, as if gathering her thoughts. “We would check into a ‘pee resort’ and piss everywhere together! The room, the bed, the pool, the spa! Maybe even meet other couples who enjoy peeing just as much as we do!” I felt a wet dribble

I took the trash out late at night and needed to go for a piss. I walked to the end of the driveway and got beside the house and pulled my shorts to the side and went pee. It hissed out and splattered on the pavement between my feet. Making a lovely puddle.

That's nice. I like to pee when I go to bed, it is nice when my pee soaks away in to the mattress so there is warm wetness but no puddle. I usually wet the bed when I am tired so I have no trouble sleeping.

Not the response I'd hope to get, but whatever... This might be as long as the last one. I got in the next morning and my boss pulls me into the office. I am literally sweating, thinking they're going to fire me or who knows what. I mean I'm part time and that was a pretty weird situation. I wouldn't be surprised if they just dumped me and moved on. Again, turns out that the client had returned with a note, "for my eyes only." My boss was a bit chuffed, so I got sorta congratu-scolded? Like they were happy the client was pleased, but this extra nonsense was not going to be a regular thing

In considering a pee being a "naughty" piss, I factor in the distinction that it is an intentional act. To be naughty is to understand that what you are doing is "wrong" in terms of social norms and then do it anyways. For this reason I find it incredibly sexy when girls have this mindset -- they know they aren't supposed to uncover their pussies in public, they know they aren't supposed to pee outside the toilet, and they know they aren't supposed to make a mess without cleaning it up. Yet, they do it anyways. For whatever reason, they decide that they are above the rules and can pee wh

I just moved into a new apartment a week ago and I had removed my matress protector for the move as I did not want to damage the cover. I decided I was going to christen my new apartment by peeing on my matress unprotected. I peed on it a few days ago just enough to dampen it and not soak it. I do this by peeing through my pajamas so it only dampens my bed and let it dry naturally. I just peed on it 3 times today and it slightly damper than before. My new apartment has wood follows not carpet so I can be a little more brave with my bedwetting.

Pulled over and did this on the side of the highway https://www.erome.com/i/ywiDHjjw

Just pissing in the rain while doing chores https://www.erome.com/i/KMigMOe5

I think I enjoy naughty peeing for the thrill of it. To be able to just stop, pick a spot, and pee is just great fun for me. Or to decide, "here is good!" Is even better. I don't get to have a naughty pee often, but the few times I have left me feeling wetter than when I can normally get myself off. It's not so much ruining stuff for me, as I enjoy peeing directly onto the floor most. So daring. So naughty lol. How can you not walk away feeling turned on after leaving your mark?

This is the same reason why I enjoy so much piss vandalism. Too bad there are few videos where girls do pee vandalism.

When I was at a swimming pool, I heard a torrential gusher of piss for about 30 seconds, coming from one of the toilets (The toilets were not split by gender) The girl just came walking out after, as though nothing had happened Maybe not the longest piss, but the force means that it was probably the most piss in terms of volume, that I have ever witnessed (Only with my ears sadly)

For me, it's the control factor and everything the comes with it. The ability to fuck something up just like that with my piss, the sheer fact that I hold the power to ruin a toilet or a room and face no repercussions. I love the way I can just destroy a janitor's day, make them work hard for their coin lol. Not that I had anything against the person, but just because they were my lucky victim. Their undeserved misfortune puts a smile on my face.

I went for a walk with my husband on Wednesday. It was the first bit of nice weather we had here this year and I wanted to make the most of it, and what's a better way than peeing outside? I had finished work so I got changed into a loose flowy dress that reached my knees and a white thong underneath. I also put on some heels, Mark really enjoys the sound they make when I walk and I was more than happy to indulge him! I left the house feeling rather full and I made it my personal mission to relieve myself somewhere other than the toilet, and I definitely wasn't allowed to return home with a fu

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A few of my ex girlfriends and female friends. I’ve had ex girlfriends and female friends who could easily piss for a straight minutes. At high flow too. I mean if you were walking up on them pissing on the ground you would hear it. If you look back in my posted stories you can read them, in detail.

It doesn't get much more 'girl next door' than this, does it?

Dear Wet Carpet I am a bad girl. I peed in a store fitting room. I got caught, and I was properly punished. Is it wrong that I loved every minute? It was last Saturday, and I was going shopping for clothes in the big department store in town. I’d chosen some leather pants to try on, so I took them to the fitting room. I’m a curvy girl, and I wasn’t sure they’d pull up OK over my hips – I was kinda hoping I could wriggle into them so they’d be super tight, but I just couldn’t. Man, I must’ve tried for like five minutes! And I knew the store didn’t have the next size up. I was so

I think I have rationalised to feel empathy for those denied, unless they have been offered an alternative... ...Now if someone mentions that they want to pee, and are then told it is OK to wet, if they still hold out for a toilet that is very much their own fault. My friends sometimes mention that they need to pee, and I give them chapter and verse on how they can get away with wetting themselves there and then, and they don't of course so that is the point I start taking great delight in their predicament. I am not a sadist, so when it turns to masochism all bets are off! I th

I've posted many times and it may even be in my profile... I absolutely love female pee and almost every aspect of it. BUT there is a big condition, ONLY if the lady in question is not hurt, humiliated or traumatised through it. So in the case of a lady stuck in a line, I sort of enjoy seeing the desperation, but what I am really enjoying is the thought of the relief she'll enjoy. If a lady was to actually accidentally wet herself either in photos, videos or real life, well it would depend if she could laugh about it and just put it down to one of those things that'd be ok. If she wa

That happened to me once when checking in after a long journey. I thought I could check in and get up to my room before using the toilet, but my bladder had other ideas once I had got out of the car and was stood at the reception desk. I kept losing little spurts. The girl behind the desk realised what was happening and offered to pause check in and directed me to the toilet.

"Wow!" Betty looked around. "Mike this house looks cleaner than I remember. I think we have squatters." "There's noodles in the refrigerator if you're hungry." Mayumi flashed a guilty smile.. Chris grinned sheepishly. "There's clean sheets and blankets on the beds upstairs. If you guys want to get some sleep before Buck comes to get us." Sara rolled her eyes. "Michael, I don't even want to know." She turned back to Brett. "Let's take the kids upstairs and try to get a little sleep." "Mayumi." Betty laughed, "I love your blonde wig!" "Thank you Betty, your black curly

The best thing for me about peeing where most people would think it a bit naughty is that I am doing it and getting away with it while no one knows that I am doing it. If I am peeing in the pub while chatting there is such a smug feeling of what I am doing that no one else is.

It was a beautiful warm night tonight, unusually so for Easter, and Alana bought us tickets to see a live show - a singer we used to see a lot when we dated in the late 90's when she was my illicit teenage lover. When I arrived, Alana was already on her second drink, and told me she'd been drinking tea all day - so by the time the show was over, she was ready to pee. She moved to go to the toilet but I waved my finger, and she knew what I meant. After the show I took her round the corner to a car park I knew of, but it was crawling with people so we found an alley and headed down it.

The airplane was mid flight, about 3 hours away from its destination. When suddenly the toilets weren’t working properly. An announcement was made over the intercom stating that no passenger shall use the restrooms. About fifteen minutes after the announcement, I hear a woman across from me on the aisle seat stating to her husband that she really needed to go for a pee. He told her she couldn’t use the restroom. She said she didn’t care and would pee anywhere. He suggested she pee off the edge of her seat as she was wearing a dress. I look over and she is picking up her purse and han

Yeah, I almost never have (properly) used a toilet in a club. I’ve straddled one while standing and peed but only some got into the bowl, the rest on the seat. It’s also been where I’ve waited in line and go in and see the the room is so messy and I’ve just pissed on the floor, it didn’t make a difference. When it’s dark and loud enough I would go into a corner of the club room and piss myself while standing. I’ve also relieved myself on couches and chairs in clubs, especially when they’re more plush - they’re not the cleanest so I’m sure I wasn’t the only one lol. There’s one sofa I would pee

1. Movie theater seat (twice during one movie. Long movie and I drank a lot) 2. On top of a pool table 3. In a rain boot (pressed my pussy against the opening and pissed inside and left it) 4. In a dog bed that was in my dorm bedroom closet (I stayed in one of those college dorms where you have to share with like 6 other people and I was too lazy to get of my room and go down the hall so I kept a dog bed as my pee place in my room when I didn’t want to leave the room) 5. My bed. A Classic 🙂

It has been a little bit silent in my topic, but that doesn't mean I don't have any more peeing to tell about! Corona is unfortunately an ongoing thing, so for the time after the meeting I described in my last post, we kept meeting on the same basis. We didn't sleep over at one another's place anymore, we just met up somewhere outside, did a lot of walking and would return home in the evening. Luckily, there was no curfew in our country during the first corona wave last year, so we could make these evening as long as we wanted. Ofcourse, we didn't like the basis on which we had to see eac

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I find it is easier to pee in the pub before going to the club, and no need to leave the club to pee, there is always somewhere in a dark club where you can get away with peeing.

did i forget that i’m wearing a skirt? or am i just naughty for careing that i am? teehee. 😇☺️ i mean sometimes the one you’re wearing just shows things anyway. 😝 so like either way, it was fun wondering if maybe someone got a peek of an uppie or two. 💕

I normally don't get the chance to piss in naughty places at work, mostly because I don't want to leave behind a mess. Our company custodians are good men, and I'd rather not leave behind a puddle of my piss for them to clean. A few days ago, though, there was a water leak in the men's restroom. I walked in to find the floor covered with dirty looking water and some collapses ceiling tiles. I really had to piss, though, and I saw this as an opportunity to be naughty. I unzipped my fly and sighed with relief as I pissed right onto the wet tile bathroom floor. It made a

Never been caught in public because I'm usually very conservative in where to be due to legal reasons (indecent exposure, public urination, etc.) and quite pee shy. Though before covid happened, a female bathroom cleaner always peeked into the men's room to see if it was clear for her to clean. Few times she caught me in the act at an urinal. It became quite a turn on for me. When the pandemic is over, I'm planning on exposing myself a places where people can see me pee.

Looks a little chilly outside. Do u need help warming back yup 😘

The best part is the feeling of carelessness and freedom that comes with viewing the world as your toilet. I was very anxious as a child, and very uncomfortable with bodily functions. I was just super grossed out by pee or people peeing (I had frequent UTIs, too, so peeing was always fraught lol) so I think the idea of just casually letting loose wherever you are really appeals to me because it is so brazen and open with something I feel to be taboo and disgusting. It's a way of reclaiming something that used to make me really uncomfortable, I guess.

In my garden. On top of towels Bathroom floor Mug n measuring jug. Nothing exciting apart from years ago when I pissed on my husband then he peed inside me. That was heaven

Continued lockdown means no chance of any sightings right now, so some memories from last summer.. First off a few disappointments. Had a quick look around the commonly used areas and plenty of tissue, so got hopeful. Then saw a female cyclist come out of the bushes adjusting her lycra and rejoin her male companion who was holding the bikes. Further on, about 5 minutes later, I saw two girls in dresses emerge from bushes having obviously gone to pee, and then a spanish girl squatting with her boyfriend guarding - I could only see the top of her head. A little later, luck improved.

We found the others gathered around a large table in one of the oddball rooms. Racheal had a blender out and was making mixed drinks. I helped myself to a big piece of pizza, and a drink, and sat down on one of the long side couches. "So Mike," Buck walked over to me, munching on a piece of pizza, and sipping a beer. "Have you made any money at all with this church?" "No.. but we're almost breaking even if you don't count the fine." "How long can you continue?" Buck sat down. "A long time. I'm making money off of some of my investments right now. I'm not going to

Monday morning was more chaotic than I ever would have imagined. We organized the kids into groups of twenty at long tables with a preschool teacher and an assistant. "A lot of kids haven't eaten breakfast." Brett sighed. "Could we set up a breakfast for them? If they all ate breakfast here it would get them seated at their 'home' table and it would help us see who was here and who wasn't." "Yeah the food service asked me about breakfast. We have the money... I think we should provide breakfast and lunch for all of the kids." "And uniforms? Look at the clothes some of th

I walked into the dead silent chapel and sat down in a seat. The place was immaculate. Chris and his crew had done a good job of cleaning. It felt so weird that I was working on a sermon. Maybe it would have been easier if I actually believed in God. Was I being a bit of a hypocrite? I had preached about marriage and children while I pretended to be married. Was I fucking up Betty's life while I continued to fuck up my own? What was I really trying to fucking prove? I got up and wandered back to the house. Betty, and Heidi, were outside washing their cars. "Mike!" Mayum

haha. 😇😳 you might have caught a peek. but don’t stare up my nightie haha. so i kinda wasn’t as careful when i put shoes on. 😂

@Ms. Tito 😀✌🏻❤ As a little girl, I was lifted up by the backs of my thighs to have a quick wee outside. If we were in town, I'd be taken down an alleyway, usually held over a grate or drain. If we were at the park, I was held behind a tree or bush and released my wee into the grass. Occasionally I was even encouraged to piddle in a garden by being held. It felt nice at the time. I felt loved and safe. I also liked it because my grandmother and/or grand aunt would usually praise me for doing it, too. As Sophie said, I was encouraged to water the flowers/bushes/trees. My grand aunt in parti