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In all honesty, if I saw someone I knew - a work colleague perhaps, or someone who works in the local store I sometimes shop in, anything like that - in a pee porn video, I would be delighted in such secret knowledge. But I would still feel obliged to keep it to myself. I would never want to make her feel uncomfortable by letting her know that I know about it. This would be especially so if she were half my age. She would never know I knew about it. The only time it could make a difference would be if we were engaging in flirtation, heading in the direction of a sexual relationship or enc

Dear Wet Carpet. My friend and I were out drinking in this pub when we both needed a piss. We went into the ladies. No one else was there but we decided to go into a cubicle together anyway, a habit acquired at busier times. Giggling, we laughed about who was going to use the toilet first and make the other wait, when my friend laughed and said we need not have to make a decision. Let's just both piss on the floor. I think because we were drinking, the naughtiness of the idea appealed to me. And so moments later, there we both were, our short skirts hoisted, our panties pulled aside

Dear Wet Carpet. I am a police woman in my late 20s based in a large British city. Usually of course we travel around in pairs in cars when on duty, but every now and again, eg if I am to attend court to give evidence or something like that when I am not expected to respond to emergency calls, I might be in a car on my own. Anyway, I am seeing this guy and know his working patterns and know when he is likely to be home. You see he has something of a kink which I enjoy indulging. And when alone on duty if I need to pee and think he is likely to be home I will often quickly detou

I took 90 mins writing another Wet Carpet story this morning only to discover that my internet was down when I pressed send. Fucking Virgin Media are shit. Because that is the second time in a month. I thought I'd lost the story like last time. But I was delighted to discover that this time the story was not lost. This forum had saved it. So much to my pleasant surprise I was able to post it after all a few moments ago. Nice one peefans.com.

Dear Wet Carpet My husband and I are in our mid 30s. Sometimes after coming back from the pub and needing a pee, we decide to have fun with it , with me usually holding his dick as he pees in the shower cubicle, then him watching me squatting and pissing there. Good pissing fun if a little tame. But one night we were staying in this cheap hotel - won't bore you as to why - and we paid in cash up front and gave false names. Spur of the moment thing in case we ended up damaging the place, though we never actually had any such intention. But as we are wont to do when away from home we w

Well, I have been feeling kind of horny on and off, but no new ideas for stories are coming into my head. Writers block I'm afraid. I have tried to force it and come up with two or three new ones but I think the fact that I am forcing it rather than being able to write down horny imaginings entering my brain freely, kind of shows. My latest two or three stories are there but even when I read them myself, they are clearly not my best. Still, I do hope that some people still enjoy them. But I will wait until new ideas come a calling from my imagination before writing more. How

Dear Wet Carpet. I'm Tina. I was out for the night with three uni friends, Karen, Donna, and Samantha. We are all students aged 20 or 21. Well we all got pretty drunk and since my flat was the nearest we all decided to head back to mine after the pub for a few more drinks. By the time we got there we were all desperate for a pee and there was clearly going to be a race for the bathroom. Due to locking the door behind me, I came last in that race. As I hit the bathroom already unfastening my jeans, Samantha was already sat on the toilet, a blissful look of relief upon her face. And th

Thanks for the link but I can no longer access imagefap. My antiviral software flags it as a dangerous site. I see it for a few seconds then get blocked. I never used to have that problem. It was always one of my go to sites for pics. But if my antivirus software flags it up as dangerous and blocks it, I would prefer not to try and overide it. But any pics of that lovely lady you might care to share would be welcome.

I love the way she looks kind of shy yet also with a grin at being naughty. There is an air of an innocent having fun about her, rather than a brazen porn star giving it large.

I forgot about that story and the 9 other ones of mine there. It was fun reading them again.

I was never exactly taught to pee in naughty places. But I kind of got the idea of it from my younger sister when my mum was telling her off having discovered that she had been peeing on her bedroom carpet.

My boyfriend and I got in the door, both desperate for a pee. We raced each other up to the bathroom, me unfastening my jeans as I ran, him unzipping. I managed to have my jeans and panties down and beat him to the toilet, sitting down and enjoying the relief of pissing. He already had his dick out. I told him to piss in the sink. But he said with a grin that he was going to use the toilet anyway and that it was my fault for being in the way. And he started pissing on me, all over the tops of my legs, between my legs, and all over my belly and breasts, utterly soaking my T shirt. I chuck

Dear Wet Carpet. My wife and I are in our late 20s. We are quite open minded about porn and erotica and sex in general, and have the house to ourselves since neither of us wants kids just yet. So of a weekend evening we like to sit in our living room drinking wine and beer and viewing porn, always looking for something a little bit different, a little bit kinky, to keep our sex lives interesting. Well we stumbled upon an amateur American porn video which looked a bit old and retro, with this naked guy and naked blonde girl laying in bed together. The girl says she has to pee and wand

The OP asks ladies what their favourite pissing position is. Sadly, none have said squatting over my face as yet.

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

I used to be totally in the closet about the pee fetish itself and can remember the intense nervousness of starting to share for the first time on another forum before this one, so can relate to you on the nervousness front from there. You might live in a shitty homophobic town - the bible belt by any chance? - but there is a big wide world out there and a certain part of it comes here to this forum. I get that you have probably internalised feelings of shame about any homoerotic thoughts due to the environment around you, and this could possibly be the main source of nervousness in

When I was young I liked to sometimes pee on my bedroom carpet. I used to let my sister pee there too because I liked watching.

So when the piss hits the fan, the shit hits the fan, eh?

Yes I have. But generally manage to pull over at a secluded spot in time, though that is probably easier for us guys who need only unzip, whip out, and pee. For you girls it is a much more exposing situation involving pulling down jeans and panties, or hoisting skirts and dresses, but in either case leaving your naked asses exposed to anyone who comes around. When it comes to being desperate in cars I like the notion of a female passenger being desperate and possibly having to pee in my car. I have in fact been in situations where female passengers have been desperate to pee and

Yeah, if you must pee on a book, make it Hitler's Mein Kampf or something like that Mind you, after a year of utter boredom in English Literature at school dissecting it paragraph by paragraph, to the point where I was losing the will to live - one boy actually fell asleep in class - I think a copy of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Nights Dream should be placed in the busiest urinal of the busiest nightclub in the UK, and be constantly pissed on all evening, every evening, for a year. And even that could not atone for the suffering inflicted upon me that year in school, with that book as

Angel Wicky, one of my favourite pee porn performers....

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

The German exchange student wanted to piss on me. So I invited her into my bedroom and laid on the floor and had her squat over my face. Soon, with a soft hissing, a torrent of hot golden piss was cascading onto my face. I opened my mouth so that she was pissing in it. And I was drinking her hot yellow piss. She was loving it as well. Throughout the rest of her stay she took every opportunity to piss in my mouth. Even saving it up all day until I returned home. On those occasions she pissed for fucking ages. I was told there might be a lot of potential benefits to particip

Just for fun since I needed a piss anyway, I stood about two feet away from the bathroom sink and aimed my piss into it. At first my jet reached the sink easily and my aim was good and true, but towards the end the pressure from my bladder diminished and my jet of piss started arcing down nearer and nearer to me, until it wasnt reaching the sink at all. But I carried on pissing anyway, just doing it on the floor. It was easily mopped up afterwards with some dirty laundry.

Dear Wet Carpet I am a 39 year old English teacher - a long haired blonde, with blue eyes, ample breasts which I am proud of and a curvaceous figure. I could be described as buxom. I am married to a civil servant who works for local government, a well toned guy with a 7 inch penis whom I love to bits. We have two kids, a son and a daughter, both teenagers now but still living at home. Well the kids were asleep in their beds as my husband and I late at night lay naked together in our own bed - as is our custom - browsing the internet on a laptop in search of erotic stories together, a