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Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Dave and I have this cool female friend in her late 20s called Sandra, from a wealthy family. She already owns her own home. What I love about her is her anything goes attitude. Well one evening we were in her living room drinking multiple beers and talking about previous partners, when she suddenly told me about one guy she was seeing a while back who used to enjoy having her piss on him in the bath. She said it was kind of fun to just piss all over somebody. Emboldened by the alcohol I blurted out about how I'd always wanted to be peed on by some girl but that it had never happened. She laughed as she raised her can of lager and winked at me as she joked about how I might get lucky if she drank enough of these. 

Well she did indeed drink several more cans before announcing that she badly needed a pee. Flashing a naughty grin at me she asked me if I would like her to piss all over me. Of course, I was well up for it. So she told me to take my clothes off as she removed her shoes and socks, then unfastened her jeans, eventually stepping out of them and her panties so that she was naked from the waist down. I was soon completely naked in front of her and started heading for the door, ready to go up to the bathroom with her. But she declined to follow. I asked her what she was waiting for but she merely said something about why we should even bother going to the bathroom, and just told me to lay down on the floor right there in the living room. I asked her if she was sure to which she replied that she wasn't bothered if I wasn't.

And so I laid on my back upon her living room carpet, as she stood astride me with her hands on her hips and a big grin on her face. Her grin then broadened as with a very audible hissing, a powerful golden torrent started splashing loudly down onto my chest, warm upon my skin, tiny droplets splashing back up into my face. She pissed for ages as well, grinning with delight and obviously getting off on it as much as I was. Her powerful spray kept on coming for ages before it finally began to wane, spraying less far and hitting my stomach, then the last few seconds worth falling straight down onto my dick.

When she was done she stepped away from me as I stood up, her piss dripping down the front of my naked body. She glanced down at  the obvious rather large wet patches of carpet around where I'd been laying, and said gleefully, "I've peed on the carpet." Which she found funny. I commented that I couldn't believe she wanted to do it there. She said it was no nig deal because she had a brilliant carpet cleaning machine. Then she chuckled that it wasnt the first time her carpet had been peed on, and told me about a time several months earlier when in the midst of a drinking session, she and her two female drinking buddies had pissed on the carpet for a laugh.

She looked at my semi-erect penis and remarked that I must surely need a piss by now and told me to do it right there on the floor. Well why not if that's what she wanted? So there I was standing naked, the front of my body still wet with her piss, pissing away on her carpet to her obvious delight. 

She's a fun girl.



 

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Emily and long, long ago when I was really young I was a bit of a tomboy. My best friend was a boy called Brad and we often hung out in each other's bedrooms.  He  used to like watching me pee on the carpet in the corner of his bedroom and it was fun to do in ways I didnt really understand. As we got older though we went to different schools and lost contact with one another. We grew up, and I grew out of the whole childish peeing on a boy's carpet thing. I got married, had kids, kids grew up, got divorced and am now a 48 year old woman with no strings. 

I started going out to pubs and bars occasionally just to hook up with guys and generally just to make friends. After being hurt by my former husband I had no desire to get into a romantic relationship anymore, but am not yet so old that I don't have needs so I do pick up the occasional guy. Anyway, I was in this pub having a couple of drinks and who should I encounter doing the same? Well you have probably guessed it - none other than my childhood friend Brad whom I hadn't seen for nearly 40 years, now a good looking 48 year old guy.

We got talking, firstly about our lives. He had been in a couple of long term relationships and had kids by two different women, but never married. His kids had grown up and he was single now too. We also then got talking about old times and the fun we used to have as kids, and I ended up going back to his place with him for a few more drinks. Well we were hitting it off like we had never been apart. I can't recall which of us brought it up but we ended up recalling those times he let me pee on his bedroom carpet and I admitted that it was kind of fun to be naughty. But for me it had always kind of been a thing of childhood, the sort of thing kids might do to be naughty but grow out of.

So when in mid-conversation about the peeing thing, I realised I needed a pee, and asked to use the bathroom, he suggested I just do it right there on his living room carpet for old times sake, I was somewhat taken aback to say the least. "I can't do that" I protested.

He just laughed about it not being the first time I had peed on his carpet. I pointed out that I was a kid back then and now was a fully grown woman old enough to know better. Grown women don't go around peeing on people's carpets. He just laughed, "Wanna bet?" At which point he introduced me to your magazine and showed me a reader's pic of an obviously adult woman deliberately peeing on some carpet or other with a big grin on her face. He suggested that being a grown woman old enough to know better is what makes it even naughtier and thus more fun. And again urged me to just pee on his living room carpet, and pointed to the middle of the room, telling me to do it there.

And to be honest the thought of doing this was actually turning me on. So perhaps not something I grew out of after all. Barely able to believe I was doing this - I am regarded, and generally think of myself as, a respectable woman - I strode into the centre of the room, pulled off my panties and hoisted the back of my skirt as I lowered myself into a squat. I hovered there for several seconds, excited by the thought of what I was about to do. I checked with him, "Are you sure about this?" He just told me to carry on and pee.

So I did. With a soft hissing sound that we ladies often make when peeing forcefully, my pee began pattering down onto his carpet. The sheer naughtiness of what I was doing was giving me a massive thrill. I looked down at the carpet beneath me, growing ever more sodden over a rapidly growing area as my golden pee splashed down. I peed for ages too, enjoying every second of my naughtiness. It was just so damned erotic, me, a respectable woman, taking a piss on some guy's living room carpet right in front of him just for fun.

By the time I was done the puddle in the middle of the room was rather large. I stood up, put my panties back on and let my skirt drop back into place, and gazed down with a grin at the mess I had just made on his carpet. Then I looked at Brad and gleefully enthused about how much fun that was. He said "Anytime" and told me he enjoyed the show.

Since then we often meet up just as friends, we have never had sex. But after a few drinks, me peeing on the carpets at his place is our secret naughty pleasure. Something he loves watching me do. And I love doing. Not my carpets so why not if he wants me to? Being so bad is what makes it so much fun. 

Rarely does a week go by without me peeing on his carpets at least once. I say carpets and not carpet because sometimes he likes to watch me piss on his bedroom carpet too, or in the hallway or on the carpeted dining room floor. And so not always in the living room.

My guilty pleasure. lol

Emily

 

After a self-requested period of exile I have done some serious thinking and allowed time to gather my thoughts.

I have decided not to totally leave. I have contributed so much to this site that I don't want to be shut out of it. I want to be able still to access the stories and other contributions of members.

However, from this point on I will not be posting pics here anymore. Motherless and Eroprofile are where I shall be sharing pics from now on. Eroprofile has software that blocks reposts so is better suited for prolific pic posting. It does not allow screenshots but thats where motherless comes in because it does. Any who wish to enjoy my pics without having to be troubled, irritated, or bored by reposts can find my pics there under the same username.

I will inevitably as a consequence be here much less often from now on.

The only exception to my decision not to post pics here anymore will possibly be my calendar thread which I will likely continue until the end of the year, though probably will not get around to updating it until Tuesday or Wednesday.

I have been heading this way for a long time, but I have long since ceased to feel a part of this community and very rarely interact socially anymore. Apart from writing the occasional story - and Literotica is just as good for that - all I ever do around here now is post pics, thousands of them every year. I lack a photographic memory and also have a medical condition which is worsening the memory I have got slowly but surely, I cannot possibly remember every pic I have ever posted and undoubtedly some will end up being reposted multiple times, and now not for the first time I am being attacked for that.

I do not do hostility or lack of appreciation or understanding for my efforts or my situation. Eroprofile has software that prevents reposts, I am better off posting pics there instead of here. I have long since ceased to feel fully comfortable on here and so I feel it is time to leave and ask that my account be deleted. Not only have I long since ceased to be an active member of this community but have pretty much ceased to ever want to be anymore. So I will tag the mods and admin and pm them... @Sophie, @Admin, @gldenwetgoose, @Scot_Lover and request that my account be deleted. I have more important things going on in my life now and need to focus on those. 

I respectfully request no comments trying to change my mind and that the first mod who sees this locks this thread. And deletes if if you feel that is appropriate.

Sorry, but I have things going on in my life which is making every day more of a struggle which is nobody's fault. It just is what it is. I need to move on.