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Dear Wet Carpet

I have just started seeing this lady in her late 40s and a few times now we have been out for a few drinks together. Well last night for the first time she invited me in to her flat, where we ended up naked in her bedroom, having a lot of fun if you catch my drift. Well, she announced that she needed a pee and got up off the bed, I presumed to go to the bathroom.

But instead she strode over to a corner of the bedroom and squatted down right there facing me with a grin on her face. Then with a delightful hiss and a broadening smile of pleasure she started pissing right there on the carpet. I couldnt believe it. A grown woman pissing on her own bedroom carpet, apparently for fun. The sight of her spray forcefully pattering down onto that carpet, creating a rapidly growing wet patch was just about the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I was nevertheless astonished at the matter of fact way she had just decided to do it right there on the floor in front of me. She chuckled as she said with a grin, "It's just more convenient", and laughed, adding, "more fun too. Toilets are boring."

I told her that she looked sexy as fuck just pissing there, to which she laughed, "Glad you're enjoying the show." 

When I needed to go she directed me towards the same corner and told me to piss against the wall. "Are you sure?" I asked. She just laughed and said it's what guys usually do. And she offered to lend me a hand. Well why not, if thats what she wanted? So there I was, her holding my dick as I pissed against her bedroom wall,, my piss flowing down the wall onto the carpet. And her grin made it obvious that she was enjoying it.

I spent the night there, and the first thing she did this morning when she got out of bed, is squat beside it, pissing a large golden torrent onto the carpet right beside her bed. She said if I needed to go, she'd lend me a hand again, and said that if she wanted to see a guy again, it was her custom to have him christen the carpet. So there I was standing there facing away from the bed, with her holding my dick as I pissed out into the middle of the room all over the carpet. With her aiming my dick all around with a big grin so that I peed all over a wide area.

Well now she says that to cement our relationship, I will have to let her christen my bedroom carpet. So yes, this lady actually wants to piss on my fucking carpet! And yet under the circumstances how can I refuse? In fact I am kind of looking forward to it. So in a couple of days we are meeting up in the pub again, after which we plan on going back to mine. And I am going to get the pleasure of watching her enjoying a piss on my own carpet. And I am looking forward to it.

Definitely Frankie Babe.....


She is not as young as she used to be, being 38 but thats better since I am still 20 years older than her, and she still looks great for her age. From what I have found about her online is that she appears to have no kids and is single, with a net worth of £1million upwards. All of which makes her an ideal date, especially considering her apparent enjoyment of pissing as evidenced by some of her earlier performances. I mean, just as an example check this out, back when she was probably only in her early 20s enjoying a piss on another lady....

That video has been around for a long time now, but still a classic, clearly showing that she has a great ass. As becomes even more obvious from this closer shot...

Whats not to love? Isn't this girl the ideal date? With both solo and group pissing performances that she clearly seems to have fun with, peeing on other ladies and being peed on as well as being happy to pee in random places.

One slight potential hitch though. I have only ever seen her performing with other females, so perhaps she is not actually into guys at all? A water sports champion in the lesbian community. No kids points in the same direction. Which would be a slight drawback since I am a guy. But that need not be an obstacle to a friends only date. And if that should come with certain benefits, ie the opportunity for her to enjoy a piss with no consequences on someone else's living room carpet or anywhere else she feels like pissing - on my bed perhaps? Or the kitchen floor? - whilst I get the benefit of watching her doing it, would that not be a great end to a great night out?

So come on Frankie Babe. A friends only date with the chance for you to piss anywhere you like back at mine afterwards? You know it makes sense. And if you have a current girlfriend she is welcome to come along too. A double barrelled piss on my carpet just for fun. 

 

I have a T-shirt that proclaims my fluency in three languages,

English.
Sarcasm.
Profanity.

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a 42 year old car salesman and my wife a busty blonde, blue eyed, curvaceous and big bottomed 38 year old retail manager.

Today we ripped out the living room carpet to replace with a new one, which after moving all the furniture out and back in again ended up taking up most of the day. Anyway last night we were sharing a bottle of wine in the living room and generally relaxing, when my wife groaned that she had to go upstairs for a pee, calling it a pain in the ass. Which is when I made the naughtiest suggestion. "Why bother going all the way upstairs? We are getting rid of this carpet tomorrow anyway so you might as well just piss on the floor!"

She looked aghast yet amused. "I cant do that!"

"Why not? This time tomorrow that carpet is going to be on a rubbish tip anyway. So piss on the floor!"

She got up from the sofa and grinning broadly said, "Shall I?"

I urged her on. And so she unfastened her jeans in the middle of the room, and lowered both them and her panties down to her knees as she lowered herself down into a squat, her bare ass inches above the floor. For several seconds she just grinned broadly at the naughtiness of what she was about to do. And then a brief spurt, followed by a gushing torrent as the soft hissing of her relief filled the room along with the sound of it pattering down onto the carpet. A golden coloured spray was splashing down beneath and slightly in front of her as her grin broadened into one of both amusement and delight. She enthused, "I'm peeing on the carpet!" And laughed. Then she looked down onto the floor, grinning at her own yellow piss pattering onto the carpet, where a rapidly growing wet patch was forming. And she peed for like an age and made a huge puddle by the time she was done.

She then stood up, pulled her jeans and panties back up, and looked with a massive grin at the rather large mess she had made. Then she smiled broadly at me and said, "You told me to pee on the carpet so I did." At which she laughed.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen her do.

I had to go as well so I got my dick out and started pissing on another part of the carpet as she watched, grinning. I was still pissing away as she laughingly said, "Who needs to go to the bathroom when there's a perfectly good carpet to piss on." We both laughed at that. 

Well that was the first and so far only time my wife and I have ever pissed on the carpet, ostensibly out of convenience but in reality also because we kind of enjoyed doing it. My wife was joking today about how, when we get around to buying a new bedroom carpet, we can have a few drinks the night before and piss on the old carpet there for fun.

I wasn't planning on buying a new bedroom carpet til next year, but I might see if we can afford it next month. Just to see my wife enjoying the pleasure of pissing on the carpet again. Naturally.

 

An update. I have so much shit going down in life, on the work front, on the home front, on the psychological front, on the financial front, and on the medical front, most of which I choose not to discuss.

But I have felt the need to withdraw into myself and focus upon the friendships and relationships that really matter, the people close to me in real life. What I am about to say has far more to do with my own psyche and the state I find myself in than it does with anything or anyone here. But although I recognise  that there are many good people here and have enjoyed my time on this forum, I dont feel close to anyone here anymore. I don't feel like I have any true friends here anymore, nor that anyone cares overly much beyond the natural compassion most here as good people would naturally feel for anyone in distress. I dont feel any emotional connections here anymore either to individuals or the forum itself. I come here contributing pics and sometimes stories mostly for my own pleasure. If others enjoy any of it, thats great but also incidental. In fits and starts I occasionally try to contribute commentary on threads other than stories and pics but rarely feel motivated to want to, largely because of my own emotional disconnect. I rarely go into chat anymore, my former confidence gone, and when I do I don't feel comfortable there and soon make my excuses and leave.

I am going to have to cut the hours I work for various reasons, so will have more free time and might get some of my mojo back. I am on the waiting list for counselling. Money is exceptionally tight now and I no longer can afford to contribute financially to this site. My payments ceased being acknowledged anyway. So at some point I expect my access to the video gallery will be withdrawn which is fair enough.

The days when this forum was new and I was the heart and soul of the community and central to it, and a moderator, seem like a different me now.

As the natural loner at heart that I have always been, I have withdrawn emotionally from everyone except those very closest to me. Because friendships made with people of flesh and blood whom you can hang out with in real life and share all your concerns with are in the final analysis far more real and dependable than any that exist only as pixels on a screen. Am sorry I feel this way. But too many life crises on too many fronts going on, I havent the emotional space in my head for any deep emotional investment in this site anymore.

So if I post too many pics or too many reposts, my stories get too repetitive or boring, or any attempt by me to respond positively to someone else is not considered worthy of comment, please dont have a go at me about it. Unless I am breaking forum rules or am upsetting someone in some way I am best left alone to do my own thing, and if I need to be spoken to, tact rather than obvious exasperation would have a far more positive impact. 

But essentially my own struggles, and not anything or anyone here, is at the root cause of my disconnect. I feel safer not really being part of this community and just being an outsider looking in, posting for my own pleasure. Without emotional investment in this place it would be very easy for me to walk away for good with no regrets, and it is that very knowledge that makes me feel comfortable enough not to have to do so.

So I guess I am a bit of a basket case now really. So apologies for not being able to be the person I once was around here.

Dear Wet Carpet.

My wife and I were staying in this cheap seaside hotel for a few days and got into the habit of peeing in the shower or the sink instead of the toilet just for fun. It is the sort of thing we do at home sometimes. Well on our last night we were laying naked together on the bed when we both needed to pee. My wife suggested being really naughty and that we both stand together and pee against the hotel room wall. She said we had paid in cash, our surname was very common and we had never given our first names, so they could never trace us. We'd be long gone by the time they found it.

I couldn't believe my wife of all people - a popular and respected teacher in her day job - had suggested such a thing. But I was well up for it. And so we both ended up standing naked facing the wall, me with my dick in hand, her with her legs apart and hips thrust forward. And amidst much giggling we were both spraying that wall with our golden piss, relishing the sight of it flowing down onto the carpet at its base. I couldnt believe we were both stood there pissing against that hotel room wall. My wife especially.

Well in the morning, just before getting dressed to leave, my wife announced that she needed another piss, and said "Fuck it. Might as well just piss here." And she squatted in the middle of the room, a massive grin on her face as she pissed on the carpet. 

I then stood beside the bed, aiming my dick towards it as I pointed out that we wouldnt be needing it anymore. My wife chuckled as I started pissing all over the bed. 

After that we got showered and dressed, gathered our suitcases and left the room to hand keys in at the reception desk. As we closed the door behind us we both laughed at what we had done, before making good our escape. The lady at the reception desk looked at us wonderingly as we tried hard to suppress giggles when handing the keys back. As we departed we saw her leaving the desk with our hotel room keys in hand, clearly suspicious. I guess she was heading to check out our room. So we hastened to our car and made a quick getaway before she uncovered what we had done.

That was several months ago and we never heard anything so I guess we got away with it. We did follow the town's local newspaper just in case, but all we found was a brief story from a local hotelier who'd suffered one of his rooms being vandalised by a middle aged couple who had urinated against the wall and on the carpet, as well as on the bed. 

I guess that was us, lol. No pics thankfully and the description given could have been any number of people.

My wife now wants us to do it again sometime. And I have already made plans for a wet weekend in Blackpool, lol.

My wife and I and another colleague and his wife were enjoying a meal and a few drinks at a posh restaurant with our boss. His secretary was with him. They were known to be an item.

Well after a few too many drinks, the boss was sharing some anecdote about a co worker he knew years back who was allegedly into peeing on her boyfriends. We found this funny, but even more so when his secretary dropped him in it with this golden nugget of information - "That reminds me of the time you had me pee on you in the bath."

The boss has struggled to live down that little revelation ever since.

Dear Wet Carpet. I am nearly 20 right now but still living at home with my parents.

For the last couple of years or so, a naughtiness that has developed since my discovery of the joys of the pub, I have been enjoying the pleasure of just peeing on my bedroom carpet on purpose instead of going to the toilet, usually in a corner or sometimes right beside my bed. I don't know why but just being so dirty and naughty is kind of a rebellious and erotic thrill. It is fun to just outrageously piss anywhere instead of going to the toilet.

Anyway, there I was the other day  with no knickers on and my skirt hoisted, squatting and peeing in the corner of my bedroom for the umpteenth time. I was enjoying the soft hissing and sound of it pattering down, and the sight of it hitting the fabric and forming a growing wet patch.

But then disaster struck. My 42 year old mother suddenly walked in and caught me in mid flow, looking aghast. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

I knew she was angry. She only ever swears when she is angry. I quickly stopped pissing and stood up, letting my skirt drop down to cover my lower nudity. I didn't know what to say or do and felt acutely embarrassed. None of which was helped by her ranting at me....

"Why the fuck are you pissing on the carpet? Couldn't be bothered to go to the bathroom? Just felt like being a lazy, dirty bitch? Have I been such a crappy parent that I failed to show you how to use a toilet when you were young? I don't fucking think so! Have I ever set such an example to you? No I fucking havent! Because I don't go around pissing wherever the fuck I like."

This was bad. A lot of "fucks" and  "fuckings". She was clearly very pissed off.

"Right, you dirty bitch! Since in your parallel universe, your bedroom carpet seems to be the ideal fucking toilet...." she started to raise the back of her own dress whilst lowering herself down in the middle of the room...."You have fucking asked for this!"

And moments later she was squatting there, dress hoisted, ass just inches above the floor, panties down around her knees. Still looking angry but with a tiny hint of a smirk on her face she said, "If you want piss on your carpet, young lady, you'll get piss on your fucking carpet!" 

Seconds later, a golden hissy spray was splashing down as she began a long piss right there on my carpet, not in some discrete corner but right in the middle of the room. She looked down at her torrent with a brief smirk, then looked at me, still angry. "I hope this teaches you a lesson", she said, still pissing away.

I must admit to being struck speechless - as most of your readers can probably imagine. Being caught pissing on the floor is bad enough, but when your mother tries to teach you a lesson by pissing on your carpet herself, it kind of does your head in.

When she was done she got up and gestured to the huge wet patch she had made in the middle of the room. "Right young lady, you can clean that fucking mess up!. And don't let me catch you doing this again or there will be fucking hell to pay I promise you. And be thankful I am not telling your father!"

As she reached the door she turned back to me for a moment, "If there is even so much as a hint that you've been pissing in here again, I shall  piss on your bed and see how you like that. And I am fucking serious! So be warned."

Then she left the room without further fuss, leaving me to grapple with my feelings of shame and embarrassment. I still don't know how to act or think in front of my mother now, knowing what she caught me doing and what she did in response to teach me a lesson. But at some point we need to move on past this. I have been afraid  to piss on the carpet since and am thinking I might have to move out.

Anyway, that is my rather harrowing tale, lol

Dear Wet Carpet,

I am a 39 year old curvaceous and ample breasted married woman with long dark hair and blue eyes. I am about five foot six in height. My husband is a fair bit taller and older than me, being in his early 40s. I work in retail and he works for local government. We have a couple of kids, a 12 year old boy and a 9 year old daughter. But of course we make sure that they are totally unaware of our secret pleasures. In fact no one knows.

You see, when we have the house to ourselves, usually on planned days off when the kids are at school, we like to drink loads of tea and coffee, or sometimes alcohol, deliberately so that we both have to pee a lot. And that's the fun part. Because yes, the very fact that I am writing to this magazine highlights that we find pissing a lot of fun when we don't use the toilet. We like to get undressed and piss everywhere in the kitchen, all over the tiled floor, on the kitchen table, in the sink all over any dishes, against the walls. We also like to piss all over the floor and against the walls in the bathroom as well. And when I say "we" like to piss against the walls I do mean "we".  You see I like to stand facing a wall with my legs apart and hips thrust forward, pissing against the wall like a guy. The fact that it is our kitchen and bathroom walls I am pissing against really does it for me.

My husband also loves to piss on my ass. The feel of his hot piss hitting my bum cheeks and flowing down the crease between them over my asshole, feels kind of hot. And sometimes - usually after drinking lots of alcohol when we both feel outrageously daring - I get to enjoy the pleasure of pissing on his face. I love the feel of him licking my clitoris whilst I am pissing. And my husband is the only guy I have ever let piss in my mouth, the only guy whose hot piss I have ever swallowed, straight from the source,

Mostly though we just love the simple pleasures of randomly peeing everywhere, though generally against painted walls, on tiled floors or other hard surfaces like table tops which are easy and quick to wipe clean or mop up afterwards before the kids come home.

There have been a few occasions when we have been quite drunk when amidst much drunken giggling we have both peed on our bedroom carpet either in the corner or right there beside our bed. This invariably results in large wet patches which take a couple of days to dry out fully, but because much drinking has been involved our pee is very dilute so there is no great smell. Which is just as well because we don't want the kids to know, obviously.

Many years ago soon after we met, after a drinking session when we returned to my flat somewhat the worse for wear and in need of a piss, I suggested that it might be a good laugh to just do it on the kitchen floor together. My husband to be was well up for it. And we have been pissing on kitchen and bathroom floors ever since, occasionally even on our bedroom carpet. 

Once when drunk we decided it would be fun to wet the bed together. So we did. Both of us just pissing where we lay and soaking the sheets and mattress. Then we made love in that pissy bed before somehow managing to sleep in it. Next day after the kids had gone to school, we had to strip the pissy wet sheets off the bed and throw them in the wash, and do our best to dry the mattress with a hair dryer, would you believe. But it was still a bit damp hours later so we eventually had to turn it upside down with the wet side underneath. 

Sometimes, as one of our little outrageous kinks, the ultimate fuck you to all we are taught as kids about proper use of the toilet, we do actually use the toilet. But with the lid fucking closed, lol.

I will often stand over the toilet or stand in front of it aiming from a distance, and piss all over the closed lid. My husband will do the same, most of our piss of course ending up all over the floor. I like to sit on that piss covered toilet lid afterwards, delighting in the feel of wet piss all over my bum cheeks. 

Sometimes I like to hold his dick whilst he pees, gleefully aiming it all around. I also sometimes like to lick the end of his dick whilst he is pissing, his hot piss splashing over the end of my tongue. I love the way his dick gradually gets hard at these moments.

When out in pubs, where we think we can get away with it in quiet enough corners, I will sometimes piss on the carpet under the table. If it is a little too open or too busy to get away with that, I will just grab my husbands pint glass and piss in that. He is always happy enough to drink it for me. In fact, sometimes back home in the privacy of our bedroom after a drinking session, he likes to have me piss in his mouth. I look down beneath me at such moments, relishing the sight of him drinking it by the gulp full as I enjoy squatting over his face, pissing. Some of it still ends up on the carpet anyway, of course.

Anyway, I thought I would share. Anonymously of course, lol

 

To me the motion of pissing all over something that belongs to someone else is so much more erotic if they want me to do it because they enjoy it too.

People pissing where they shouldnt even without approval still turns me on, dont get me wrong, and I love porn pics and vids of random hotel room pissings and suchlike.

But when I think more deeply about it, consent does kind of matter. Pissing all over some woman's carpet because she wanted me to do it would be so much more fun than doing it to piss her off.

Likewise, a lady pissing on my stuff with my consent would be more of a turn on to me than her doing it on someone else's stuff to piss them off