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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 encounter. In these circumstances I would feel less inhibited than I otherwise would be in dropping hints about an interest in peeing.

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 detour to his place to use the facilities. The facilities in this case being his plushily carpeted bedroom floor. lol. You see, his thing is to have a uniformed female police officer pull down her police issue trousers, then her panties, and squat and pee on his carpet right in front of him.

And as a serving police officer on duty and expected to behave correctly at all times, to be so naughty as to deliberately squat and pee on some guy's carpet for fun whilst in uniform is just so much twisted fun.

I love it all. The soft hissing. The sound of it pattering down onto the carpet. The golden colour of it. The sight of the growing damp patch. The actual act of squatting and peeing on some guys bedroom carpet whilst on duty. I enjoy doing it as much as he enjoys watching me do it.

Because these are only fleeting visits, I leave immediately I am done. The sex comes later when I am off duty, lol.

If my superiors knew about this, I'd be on a disciplinary for certain, and quite probably dismissed for bringing the service into disrepute, especially if it made it into the local media.

Mind you, considering the fact that male police officers have been imprisoned for such crimes as rape or murder recently, little old me pissing on my boyfriend's carpet for fun - both mine and his - is relatively small beer. The fact that I am doing it on duty whilst in uniform is the thing they would take issue with for sure.

Hence my total anonymity, not even my first name.

Anyway, I hope your readers enjoy the fact that somewhere in the UK there is a female police officer who likes to piss on her boyfriends carpet whilst in uniform and on duty. It seems to work for him, lol.

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 went out to one of the local pubs and got very tipsy, then decided to head back to the hotel for some more drinking, buying a bottle of wine and some cans of lager on the way. You see, we have always kind of enjoyed drunken sex. No idea why but it is fun.

Anyway we hit the hotel room both badly in need of a piss. My husband said lets take our clothes off first which seemed like a fine idea. Both of us pissing naked in the en suite bathroom's shower cubicle. Except that once nude my husband came out with a much naughtier idea, suggesting it would be much more fun if we just peed on our hotel bedroom floor! On the fucking carpet!

I laughed at the total naughtiness of doing such a thing. "We can't do that."

He said why not, reminded me that we'd be gone in the morning before they found it, and that they had no means of tracing us. We'd given false names and no address. 

Well to be honest, I do tend to enjoy pissing when drunk, connecting with the eroticism of it. And whilst the idea of pissing all over the carpet seemed hilariously funny as such suggestions might when half cut, the notion of doing it, the very naughtiness of it, also appealed to me on an erotic level. So I found myself wanting to do it for the sexual pleasure of it. I think it was the same for my husband. 

And so amongst much drunken giggling, I found myself holding his dick as he peed on the carpet, gleefully aiming it all around to make him piss on as large an area of it as possible.

When he was done, I myself squatted down beside the bed and started pissing. And what a rush. It felt so erotically naughty to just be pissing there on the carpet, on purpose and for fun.

My husband had a hard on by now so was clearly enjoying the show.

We had sex immediately afterwards, then carried on drinking. After a while we needed another piss so I ended up holding his dick as he peed against the wall. I then did something I had never done before in terms of pissing positions. I stood in the middle of the room rather than squatting, with my legs apart and hands on hips, and pissed all over the carpet. I delighted in slowly swaying my hips first one way, then the other, spraying as much of the carpet as possible.

Before turning in, we each had one more piss. This time I stood with my legs apart and hips thrust forward as I pissed against the wall. Then I held his dick as he pissed in the wardrobe.

When we awoke early in the morning and got out of bed we surveyed the obvious mess with the pissy carpets and piss stained walls with sober eyes. I said to him," Oh my god this is so bad. I cant believe we did this." My jaw dropped at the obvious piss vandalism we had indulged in. He said with a smirk that we had better get dressed and be gone. But said that first he needed a piss, and that the place was fucked up already so he might as well do this.....

And he stood there aiming his dick at the bed and pissing on it. When he was done, with a big grin on my face I got up onto that now wet pissy bed, my bare feet wet with his piss on the sheets, and squatted in the middle of it, pissing away. And it was a lot of fun. I guess we must have ruined the mattress, lol.

After that, we took a quick shower together, got dressed, and made our escape. 

I hope we get to do it again some time. My husband has said with a twinkle in his eye that we will travel somewhere and stay in a hotel for the night on my birthday in a couple of months. I guess that is more pissing fun to look forward to.

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. However long that takes.

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 the toilet being occupied was proving no obstacle to either Karen or Donna. Karen was sitting in the sink, peeing in it, whilst Donna was already in the shower cubicle preparing to squat and pee there. Which left me high and dry in my own flat with nowhere in the bathroom to go. So because I was drunk, amidst much laughter I said, "Fuck it! I'm going to piss on the floor."

And within moments, I was squatting over the floor, jeans and panties around my knees, pissing on the floor tiles. I peed loads as well. We all cracked up laughing as I did my pissing, then when we were all done I just left it there until the morning. 

Later, when I needed to go again, Samantha jokingly asked if I was going to piss on the bathroom floor again. And thats when I had a really naughty idea and said "Nah, I'm going to use the kitchen floor instead."

So they all followed me out to watch me doing it, and laughed uproariously when I actually started pissing, flooding the middle part of the kitchen floor. Then I invited them all to do it, saying that it would be a good laugh. And they all did. My three best uni friends all squatting in my kitchen and peeing all over the tiled floor.

When they were done, they stood up and we all high fived each other, looked at the flooded floor, and creased up laughing. But we all drunkenly agreed that it was rather fun.

It all took a lot of mopping in the morning.

1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Absolutely @steve25805 - I'm a firm believer that less is more.    And talking of more... https://www.imagefap.com/gallery/11291127

 

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.

 

4 hours ago, gldenwetgoose said:

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.

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 chuckled at the naughtiness of this, enjoying the golden shower. Being peed on by a guy actually felt rather good. It was a pity mine was being wasted in the toilet, but I did get my revenge in the morning. I got up first and stood over him as he lay snoring in bed, and woke him by pissing on him. I told him that that was for pissing on me last night. He seemed to enjoy it. I did fuck up the bed somewhat though. We had to sleep in the spare room until the mattress dried out, lol

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 wanders round to the guys side of the bed. The bathroom door is on that side, and that is where she is initially heading. But instead he tells her to pee on the floor. "Are you sure?" she asks. He tells her to go ahead. So my wife is watching this video with a broad grin as the blonde woman squats beside the bed and then starts pissing on the carpet. My wife laughs, "Oh my god, not on the carpet." The woman in the video floods the carpet as well. Then the guy gets out of bed and stands pissing on the carpet himself as the blonde watches his dick with a grin.

My wife laughed, and said something like, "That was so bad, but kind of fun. Its the sort of thing kids might do just to be naughty for a bit of a giggle. But grown adults doing it for fun is kind of so wrong. Yet actually quite sexy in a kinky kind of way. Imagine just peeing on the carpet, brazen as you like. I think I'd love to do it just to be outrageously naughty."

"Well why not do it then", I suggested.

"No, I cant do that."

I told her to go on and that it would be fun.

"Shall I just do it?" she enthused. "Go upstairs and piss on the bedroom carpet?

"Why go upstairs?" I said. "It would be a lot easier just to stay down here and use the living room carpet."

"Seriously?"

She grinned at me as she got up off the sofa, reaching up under her skirt to pull down her panties and stepping out of them, even as she with a naughty grin said, pointing to the floor in the middle of the room, "Shall I just do it?"

Again I encouraged her, and so she hoisted the back of her dress as she dropped down into a squat. She remained in that position for a few seconds, saying," I can't believe I'm going to do this." Then her grin broadened as she looked down at the carpet with a quick spurt of pee hitting the fabric, then another, and then the floodgates totally opened. With a soft hissing sound and the patter of pee hitting carpet, there was my sexy wife pissing on the living room floor. 

She chuckled as she peed, "Oh my god this is so bad. I cant believe I'm actually pissing on the living room carpet."

But I could see she was enjoying it.

In fact, as she finally finished and stood up to admire the massive wet patch, she looked at me with the sexiest of naughty grins and enthused, "That was fun."

Then I stood up, got my dick out and peed on the carpet myself, creating another massive wet patch as she watched my pissing dick with a grin. 

When I was done we both creased up laughing, my wife saying "Oh my god I cant believe we just did that. That was so fucking bad. But so much fun. Its made me horny as fuck." And so we ended up having sex together on the sofa. 

In the morning we decided it would be fun to be naughty again and peed on our bedroom carpet.

Now we havent peed in the living room again, but quite often now, last thing at night or first thing in the morning, we will enjoy a naughty piss in our bedroom, sometimes in a corner, sometimes right beside our bed, sometimes right in the middle of the room. And sometimes she likes to hold my pissing dick for me, delighting in aiming it all around so I pee over a large area of the carpet. It has become our thing, our little pissy bedroom secret.

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 the men's obsession with hanging and flogging I suspect is fuelled by deep seated sexual yearnings for a damned good spanking or worse. Yet on the surface they are all such narrow minded people with only a few exceptions. Many things brought me into the Tory party, but the fuddy duddy illiberal attitudes of many of the local members were definitely not one of them. But pandering to them is a necessary evil for me to remain in a position where I can serve my country and my constituents. Needless to say, if they knew I was even writing to this magazine, the shit would hit the fan locally in my party. And the press would probably have a field day too.

Anyway, back in my student days before I had decided to pursue a career in politics, I could afford to be a bit wilder. And yes sometimes pissing could be fun. I was a bit careful even back then because I put value in my good name and reputation, fortunately for my current career. Mostly, I enjoyed my pleasure alone, pissing on floors and carpets when I could get away with it. I do remember one older guy, already a married man with kids and a big name in local politics even then, who used to enjoy having me pee all over him in the bath. His wife didn't know of course, and no actual sex was involved anyway. But it was rather fun to give someone a true golden shower every now and again. In my naughtiest moments I used to urinate on his grinning face. He sits in the House of Lords now on the Tory benches, preaching about family values and campaigning against sexual perversion on the internet. So I have total confidence in him not ruining my career by going public about being peed on, because it would destroy his reputation entirely. Suffice it to say that in politics, some of us do know sometimes which skeletons are in which closets. The public would be astounded if they knew about some of the things that have come to my attention.

Anyway, I have long enjoyed random pissings, on carpets and floors, on tables, and all sorts. But today I am married to a wealthy and respectable businessman and Tory party donor, with two kids, none of whom have the slightest inkling into my secret naughty desires re pissing. I indulge my pervy pleasures in secret and in private now, peeing in the shower cubicle or the sink instead of the toilet, behind a locked bathroom door. On those occasions when I am home alone and certain that no one else is coming home for a while I can be more adventurous, crouching down and peeing all over the kitchen floor, or the bathroom floor, and mopping it up afterwards. And sometimes I get a real thrill out of getting up and pissing on the kitchen table, or all over any dishes in the kitchen sink.

If any of this became public knowledge, I would be slaughtered and disgraced. God only knows how my husband would react, let alone the kids. 

There was a guy I was seeing at uni for a time who shared my penchant for pissing. We met over our mutual interests in student politics. I was a bit of a left winger at the time, as many young people are, and so was he and we hit it off. Over a few drinks and drunken indiscretions we also appeared to have a mutual interest in peeing everywhere. I remember the first time I brought him back to my place, desperate for a pee after an evening down the pub. I suggested that instead of going to the toilet it might be rather good fun if we both just peed on my kitchen floor. So there we both were, him with his dick out and me squatting with my panties off and skirt hoisted to expose my bum, both gleefully pissing all over my kitchen floor. We did rather flood the place. I cleaned it up in the morning.

He liked to stay in cheap hotels with me overnight. In those days they didnt always insist upon credit card details and would often accept cash up front. We would sign in under false names.

Then we would spend an evening in our room drinking cans of lager, and urinate anywhere that took our fancy. He liked having me hold his dick as he peed against a wall or on the floor, or in a cupboard or something. And he loved having me urinate on the carpet on his side of the bed. And in the morning we would leave early before most others were awake, leaving the scene of the crime, as it were. But just before leaving, no longer needing to sleep in the bed anymore, it was our custom for me to squat upon the bed, pissing away and soaking the sheets and ruining the mattress. Then I would hold his dick for him as he pissed all over the bed. I loved aiming it all around so that he did literally pee all over it.

I don't have to worry about him going public, though. And thats because he too made a successful career in politics, and is now a Labour MP on the benches opposite. So clearly he has as much to lose from our naughty secrets coming out as I do. There have been one or two slightly amusing moments, albeit with he and I being the only ones in on the joke. Like the debate in parliament about gender equality one afternoon, when he criticised outdated attitudes by some males in some quarters, who still seemed to believe that women existed just to please and assist men and serve male desires. I thought with a wry smile, "You weren't thinking that when you had me hold your pissing penis for you, lol." I nevertheless said, "Here, here", and flashed a brief grin in his direction. I caught his eye and the barest trace of a knowing smile flashed across his face. He too of course is married with kids now in the obligatory respectable family situation.

We may now be political opponents but there is a mutually assured destruction situation. Neither of us can destroy the other's career by going public without destroying our own. But that suits me fine. Means I dont have to worry about it. Nor does he for that matter.

And so I am reduced to secret naughty pissings behind locked bathroom doors, or in more outrageous but easy to clean places when I have the house to myself.

Sometimes I do envy some of the other contributors to your magazine who seem to enjoy the freedom of urinating just about anywhere the hell they like. I admire them too. And am turned on by the very notion of ladies peeing all over the carpets, beds and furniture with total abandon and apparently no fucks to give about it. But alas I can never say that publicly.

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 sharing. You are naturally afraid of an adverse reaction. But sharing is the first step to overcoming such thinking. And I think there will be no adverse reaction to you here. We are all a pretty live and let live bunch. And we will be supportive of you if you ever need it.

I live in a pretty unremarkable city in the UK, and whilst you do get the odd phobe here and there, most of us know gay or lesbians in our daily lives. I have a relative who is a bisexual male, a best friend who is a bisexual female, and a number of work colleagues who are openly gay or lesbian. And one who is trans, born male but identifying as female and in the process of transitioning.

So talk freely to me or anyone else around here. I was far more accepting of homosexuality as a thing that is part of life for some people than I ever was about my own fetish for a long time. The latter filled me with shame for a long time, but gay people, bi people, lesbian people never bothered me.

I myself have always identified as straight. And yet I can see the eroticism of a dick pissing everywhere and have in the past wondered if I am only 99% straight, not that is bothers me in the slightest. I suspect more people harbour at least a little of swinging the other way than any of us will ever know. And it is a fact that some of the worst homophobes are closet gays themselves, lol

But two things are certain. Firstly, no need to be nervous about talking freely around here about who you really are. And secondly, there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Most of us on this forum, whichever way we swing, have come to see that it is the phobes and judgementalists who are the ones with the problem. Not us. Not gay people. Not lesbians. Not bisexuals. It is the ones who have no ability to live and let live who have the problem, who have the small minds, who see reason to hate instead of love, to condemn instead of letting people be who they are.

But yeah, if you are surrounded by such moral retards who think they are better than everyone else when the opposite is true, I can get that being open with them is not an option, because you still have to live your life alongside them.

But rest assured you can be open with us without fear of condemnation, and if anyone attempts to be less than friendly - a very rare thing on this site - the mods will be all over them like a ton of bricks.

 

11 minutes ago, LadyP said:

Have you ever been out for a drive (by yourself or with others) and been really desperate to pee? 

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 have had to pull over for them. But because they have been friends only, I never wanted to have pervy thoughts about them. 

One of my more gentlemanly quirks is that I never harbour sexual thoughts about female friends no matter what the situation, and would never do so unless they at least became a friend with benefits. I never harbour sexual thoughts about work colleagues either. I have always tended to keep sexual thoughts and non-sexual relationships of any kind with females entirely separate from each other, definitely in my adult life.

On 9/27/2023 at 8:22 AM, Takashi96 said:

The idea of peeing on books makes me really sad, actually. Unless, they're evil, demonstrably bad for society, type books. 

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 the weapon of torture. Mind numbing doesnt even come close. 

The greatest achievement my English teacher managed that year was to put me off Shakespeare for life, lol. Her second greatest achievement was to awaken me to the virtues of playing truant.

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 from me starts popping up, you will know today was just a temporary subsidence. If not, then maybe this last week will prove to have been only a transitory horny period that has worn off for the foreseeable future. Or maybe there will be a happy medium. Time will tell.

In the meantime, I will browse this forum for a bit, maybe post something if I have something to contribute, then go read a book about nothing to do with sex and see if my mojo returns after a period of not thinking about random pissings by ladies, lol.

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 participating in the exchange program. Getting my face pissed on and my mouth pissed in, was not one of the benefits I was told about, but I'll take it.

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.

I am a middle aged guy and have been seeing this 42 year old woman I met down the pub. 

Well one night back at her place we were fooling around on her bed and she said she needed a pee soon. I think because we were a bit drunk I suggested it would be fun if she just did it here in the bedroom. She laughingly called me a pervert and said she couldnt do that but we carried on fooling around for a while. But eventually she said that it was no good, she had to go and couldnt wait any longer. Anyway she got up off the bed and started walking towards the door en route to the bathroom. But then a naughty smile appeared on her face and she instead walked over to a corner. She squatted down there grinning at me and did a long hissy piss on her carpet. Fucking loads of it as well, making a massive wet patch

Then she held my dick for me as I peed on the carpet beside her bed.

It was great fun.