wetguy321

Really great so far! Looking forward to more

On 4/16/2024 at 2:50 PM, Great Horned Owl said:

How do you lurk? I have been lurking bear women's bathrooms for 50 years and had a couple of rude comments from a couple of pee shy women. I can elaborate more.

I think in this context he means lurking on the forum. 😆

I'm sorry to hear you keep losing the story, that sucks. I for one would miss this story and have been eagerly awaiting this next part. Have you considered writing in google docs and then copy/pasting it here? That way it saves automatically in real time.

21 hours ago, madrasminar said:

Sorry to bother you in a 5 year old post. These links dont work now. Any idea where else I can get these epub versions or even text or html?

For the first one: https://www.horntip.com/html/books_&_MSS/1880s/1885ca_the_adventures_of_lady_harpur_(HC)/vol_1/index.htm (free)
https://classicxbooks.com/downloads/the-adventures-of-lady-harpur/ (not free)

For the second one: https://www.abebooks.com/book-search/title/davina-romance-mesmerism/?clickid=T3NyAEz2VxyIWaqVCjSKFXq9UkH37wQlpyXS2c0&cm_mmc=aff-_-ir-_-2003851-_-76887&ref=imprad2003851&afn_sr=impact&ref_=aff_ir_2003851_76887 (not free, physical copy) and a few other sellers like Amazon an Ebay.

The listed titles are slightly different, but they're the same books
Wayback has an incomplete coverage of the posted links, but you can use that to partially read them

On 1/6/2024 at 7:10 AM, Lollol000 said:

Feel free to send me a DM if interessted in the other stories.

I would definitely be interested, but it would seem that you cannot currently receive DMs

8 hours ago, pguy2981 said:

Y'all need to teach me your ways. Happy hacktober lol

 

Can we get a code explanation though? I would love a detailed overview of each piece of the original code since I don't code in...JavaScript right?

Yeah sure
The first line creates an HTML 'a' (anchor) element, which you can think of as a link, and gives it the name a (which is used to refer to that element in the rest of the code)

The second line gets a list of 'source' elements under elements with the 'pageContentLeftWide' class (there is only one, and it's the source for the main video), and gets the 'src' atribute of that element, which is the address of the video. It then sets the 'href' (destination) of our a element to that address, so that when it is clicked on, it leads to the video. This line uses jQuery, not pure vanilla JavaScript, but Eroprofile does too. 

The third line is just some styling. position: fixed makes it always in the same place regardless of scrolling, z-index: 1000 puts it on top of everything else (z-index is like 'height'), left and top of 0 put it in the top left, font-size: 10rem makes it big, and color: black makes it black (the default link color can blend into the header)

The fourth line sets the text of the link to 'link!'

The last line adds the link to the page, making it visible.

happy hacktober!

On 8/22/2023 at 12:38 AM, steve25805 said:

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am an 18 year old blue eyed blonde with a resentment of my dad and my stepmother because of the way my mum got dumped. My dad is well into his 40s and she is only 29 which just annoys me even more, him dumping mum for a younger model like that. I must concede she is a curvy brunette whom most guys would regard as sexy, but that just seems to make it worse.

Well recently I have occasionally, not too often to avoid making it too obvious, been expressing my resentment in my own unique way, basically sneaking into their bedroom when they were not in there and peeing on their carpet. I must admit that I got a naughty buzz out of doing it.

But the other day I was squatting there beside her side of the bed, skirt hoisted and panties in my hand, gleefully peeing on the carpet when disaster struck. She walked in and caught me in mid flow. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights I couldnt stop immediately and was just squatting there mortified whilst still pissing away.

Naturally she looked shocked, but then grinned as she watched me. She said, "So you are the one responsible for these wet pissy patches, eh? And all this time I have been blaming the dog."

I managed at last to stop and stood up, allowing my skirt to hide my private parts, though with my panties still in my hand. She said to me, "So you think you can just piss on my carpet and get away with it do you? Well we will see about that." And she strode out of the room, with myself in hot pursuit, fearful she was going to tell my dad. But instead she just barged into my bedroom and climbed up onto my bed, hoisted her skirt and dropped into a squat, pulling her panties aside. Then with a big grin she started pissing right there on my bed. She smiled as she peed, saying "This is what you get for pissing on our carpet. And if you tell your dad about this I will let him know what you have been doing. "

By the time she was done my sheets and mattress were soaked. I had to sleep in the small sofa in my bedroom until I could dry the mattress out.

Anyway, immediately after finishing her piss and getting down off my bed she said to me. "I will tell you how it is going to be from now on. Anytime I feel like it I am going to come in here and piss on your carpet. And if you tell your dad, I will tell him about how I caught you pissing on the carpet in his bedroom. And if I should ever catch you doing that again, I shall make a point of coming in here with a very full bladder and piss all over your bed again. "

Well she had me over a barrel and since then from time to time she has come into my room when I have been in there and popped a squat and peed on my carpet with a satisfied grin on her face, sometimes in a corner, sometimes right in the middle of the room, sometimes right beside my bed. And she clearly gets a kick out of it. And there is not a damned thing I can do about it. Mind you, much to my surprise I kind of enjoy watching her doing it. And have occasionally peed on my own carpet just for fun. Well it is getting peed on anyway, right? So why not? 

My room does smell very pissy right now so it is a good job my dad never comes in.

As pay back I do still occasionally piss on her carpet beside their bed but am much more careful now and only do it occasionally and have never again been caught.

 

Sounds like she's pretty into it. Has anything else piss-related happened with your step mother? Have you considered pushing her further, seeing how much you can do without your dad finding out? Wonderful story and thank you for writing in!

this is great, please write more!

1 hour ago, Havelock said:

The only strong sexual narration I like is videos that feel like they are shot for someone that has a relationship the person they are shooting the video for. They feel more intimate. 

Very much agree. My favorite pee videos are the ones with a real couple talking to each other and talking about what they're dong, clearly enjoying it.

Unfortunately, those are pretty hard to find.

This is very quickly becoming one of my favorite stories on this site. Can't wait for the next part!

I'm personally a fan of genuine enjoyment. I like when people enjoy being naughty together, it's a special kind of bond.

This is a really hot story, well done!

Holy heck, I wasn't expecting another chapter, but I'm certainly not complaining.

Definitely look forward to it!

8 hours ago, Kasslyn_xK said:

Based on how many times we sneaked up on her and witnessed, the dining chairs was her most common, sometimes at the sofa. On top of those, I've had speculations that she does more naughty peeing in the bedroom we offered to her when the doors are closed

I don't know how you feel about writing, but it seems you have some amazing stories worthy of narrative description.

On 11/6/2021 at 10:16 AM, Kasslyn_xK said:

Most definitely, just where to start 😄 I believe that certain questions asked can help the writing of such stories

Honestly, anywhere. It all sounds great! What kinds of places did your babysitter like to pee?

I had tried using Opera, Edge, Chrome, and Samsung Internet, and none of them worked, interesting that you were able to get Safari to work

This is the best story I've read in a while. Kudos!

Seems to be working again!

13 hours ago, steve25805 said:

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm an 18 year old student now who has just left home and moved into my own flat. This is me....

I had a slightly unconventional upbringing, since my parents used to attend fetish clubs and had a thing about peeing. They never took me obviously since it was adults only. But sometimes they'd host parties at home during which they and their adult guests would frequently pee on the kitchen floor for fun. Mum would mop it all up in the morning. A couple of times I walked in on mum squatting and peeing on the bathroom floor right in front of the toilet - apparently just for fun. She just matter of factly carried on doing it whislt talking to me.  So I grew up in an environment where peeing in naughty places for fun was normalised. Of course, I started doing it myself. And I enjoyed it. One time mum walked in on me peeing on the kitchen table, but she just laughed and let me carry on. She just told me to make sure I cleaned it up afterwards. It never occurred to me that she might react differently. I would sometimes notice random wet patches on carpets and kind of knew why. One time when I came home unexpectedly I caught mum holding dad's dick in the living room and grinning at the sight of him pissing right there on the carpet. Another time I saw mum and a couple of her friends all squatting and peeing on the bed in the spare room. So I thought nothing of peeing on my bedroom carpet just for the hell of it. Mum walked in on me once but just squatted and peed on the carpet herselfby way of reassurance. And because she likes doing things like that.

I know this all might sound weird to your readers but all this seemed natural and normal to me. Though I was no fool and soon realised that this was not considered normal behaviour by most people. So outside the family home I was a lot more careful, and never invited anyone home. But occasionally I would linger at the end of a schoolday and as soon as the classroom was empty, I'd pee on the classroom floor. But disaster happened. One day my female maths teacher - whom I had a crush on - returned unexpectedly and caught me mid flow. I stopped as soon as I could but anticipated a massive telling off. But she simply mildly rebuked me for taking such risks, told me to clean it up and said that if I did so she would say nothing to anyone else this time. She just advised me not to do such things in school because you never knew who might be around, and most people would have been far tougher on her. Nothing more was ever said, but I thought she was so cool. She was only a few years older than me and probably newly out of teacher training. This is her....

Anyway, I left school and went on to uni, never really expecting to see her again. But last night in one of the pubs I saw her drinking alone. I couldn't believe it. So I broke loose from my fellow students and got chatting to her. Turns out she'd agreed to meet some woman for a date but the woman never showed up. Anyway we got chatting and drinking, and eventually the time she'd caught me peeing in the classroom on the floor came up and I asked her why she was so cool about it. That's when she introduced me to this great magazine. Turns out that she has a thing about peeing as well. I told her about my family situation and how cool they were with it. She said that I was lucky because her parents went ballistic when they caught her peeing on the carpet in the corner of her bedroom.

Anyway, since I was now 18 and no longer her student she made clear that she was interested in some pee fun. She invited me to a corner of the pub which was not easily viewed from the bar, where we sat with our backs against the wall  behind a table. She shuffled to the front of the seat, raised the back of her short skirt, opened her legs and pulled her panties aside, inviting me to look. I couldn't believe it. There was my former teacher's blonde muff. And she was pissing right there on the carpeted floor under the table. She laughed, "I couldn't show you this when you were a minor, but you see? I like to be naughty too."

She peed for ages as well and made a huge mess on the carpet, which I just added to, pissing under the table as well.

Anyway, we ended up going back to my new flat, my former teacher laughing about how the living room carpet needed christening. 

And so it happened, we both ended up squatting in the middle of my living room a few feet apart but facing each other, panties tossed aside and skirts hoisted. And both of us were grinning with glee as we pissed right there on the carpet. It was such a turn on, not only doing it myself but watching my former teacher pissing there too.

When we were done we chatted and had a few more drinks, getting quite drunk in the end. During the course of this she told me that she'd once had a brief affair with the headmaster who must have been 20 years older than her. Apparently his thing was to have her piss all over him in his kitchen. This blew my mind.

Anyway, just before she ordered a taxi she said she needed to pee again - as did I - and suggested we christen my bedroom. So we walked into the room where I immediately popped a squat beside my bed and peed right there on the carpet. I kind of assumed she would join me but she just stood there enjoying the show. Then when I was done she drunkenly laughed, "Here's something to remember me by", as she climbed up onto my bed and squatted in the middle of it. I couldn't believe it. And she fucking did it as well, laughing with drunken glee as she pissed right there on my bed. Fucking loads as well. When she was done she laughed,"Have fun sleeping in that tonight."

Well I did, once she had left. At least at first. I got into that pissy wet bed, relishing the feel of her wet piss all over me, fingering myself to orgasm, before going to sleep. But I did wake up in the night feeling cold and wet so had to decamp to the sofa. Though I thought I might as well pee on the bed again myself first. Well why not? 

Anyway, right now I have a living room carpet partly soaked with pee, another wet patch on my bedroom carpet, bedsheets in the wash and bare mattress leaning against the bedroom wall to dry out.

Anyway, I hope to see my former teacher again. Maybe next time I will get to pee all over her carpets.

Right, having written this letter, I need another pee. Think I will just go and do it on the kitchen floor.

Bye for now.
 

 

Amazing story, would love to hear more!

Have you ever seen her do something else like this? Very hot!

23 hours ago, CON2H4 said:

Gosh I only just found out about this thread from it being posted esewhere. Can I also have chapters 16, 17 and 18?

I don't have 16 (let me know if you get it!) and 17 is literally just "Right before getting out my mum made us girls swear never, ever, to speak of this to anyone... you're the first I've spoken too.", but here is 18:

On 5/25/2020 at 2:35 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I work in a library at a prestigious university, and I have a few tales for you. Our library is quite old, being one of the original buildings erected not long after the university was founded. We have more than five million books in our library, with three floors and several tiers lined with shelves, as well as private nooks and rooms for studying and a few conference spaces and even a small auditorium. There are also several offices, an audio visual room, five fully equipped computer labs, three learning centers for holding classes, and of course our main lobby which houses our front desk. There is also a full basement where the archives are located.

In my 25 years working at this library, I have seen some things that are perfect for your publication. Other than the restrooms, the archives, and a few of the offices, the library is carpeted throughout. Not long after I first started working there I found a wet stain beneath the desk of one of the study nooks. I told my supervisor, thinking it might be a spill or a leak. She just rolled her eyes. "Sounds like somebody peed again." I was taken aback by her response, especially that she had said "again," indicating that this has happened before. In fact, she shrugged and said, "It happens," as if reading my mind. When I asked what I should do, she just shrugged again. "Nothing. Not your problem. We've tried to stop it, but we can't watch every single person who comes into this building. Custodial staff cleans those rooms and shampoos the carpets once a week, so just leave it."

After that, I could not get the idea out of my mind that students apparently just pee on the carpet in our library. It was on my mind so often that any time I passed the study nooks I couldn't help but peek inside or check the desks for more wet stains. Some time went by before I caught sight of a young lady in a skirt sitting in one of the study nooks, reading a textbook. She was sitting up close to the edge of her chair. I paused and glanced in just in time to see a stream of urine falling from her skirt to the carpet under her. I wonder if I should confront her, but I was also amazed by her discretion and by the ease with which she seemed to just go as if it were perfectly normal to wet the carpet. Her stream finished, and she scooted back in her seat and continued reading.

I blinked, still amazed by what I had witnessed, and still uncertain how to respond. I finally just walked away, but I couldn't get the image out of my mind. She had just scooted up and just peed like it was no big deal. Like it was something she did all the time. I wondered if she was the culprit of the stain I had found before. Regardless, I also could not deny that I was excited by the idea of someone, especially such a studious and I assumed otherwise conscientious young lady just brazenly peeing on the carpet so nonchalantly.

Another time, I found a stain down the wall in one of the hallways between two stacks. It looked like either a young man or a young lady with a strong stream had

About a month or so later, I was re-shelving some books when I heard whispering voices. This, of course, is nothing out of the ordinary in a library. But I could actually make out their words. It was a young man and a young woman perhaps hiding together in one of the corners. From my position, I was able to peek through the stacks without being seen. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was happening. They were both standing, the young lady with her back against the wall. She was wearing a skirt, which was lifted, and her legs were spread with the young man between them. He was moving his hips and as I watched them, I couldn't help but feel my face get flushed. Again, part of me felt I should stop them and kick them out, but I was both embarrassed and turned on by the sight. The young man started moving a little more quickly, and the young lady moaned softly but loud enough that I could hear her. Then he buried his face in her neck, and I heard him grunt and soon his thrusting stopped. They moved apart, the young man zipping his pants and the young lady tried to smooth her skirt. 

As if copulating in the stacks wasn't shocking enough, what happened next just cemented in my mind what I had been thinking for some time. The young lady whispered to the young man, "Make sure nobody's coming, I've got to pee." The young man laughed, but he turned away from me to look out the doorway out of the stacks. They were still clueless to my presence. He gave her a thumbs up, and the young lady lifted her skirt again and squatted right where she was. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a strong stream of pee onto the carpet. It didn't last long, and as soon as it was over, she stood up, took his hand, and they were gone.

I couldn't help it. Once I was sure they were gone and I was alone, I walked over to where they had stood and just stared at the stain the girl had left behind. As if my own body was taking over, I felt wetness between my legs and felt my head swimming from what I had just witnessed. I also felt like I had to pee, as well. I finally decided to abandon my self-restraint and give in to the desire that had been on my mind for a while. It seemed many students had the temerity to empty their bladders in various places of the library. So I decided I could not deny my curiosity any longer. I looked around to make sure no one else was in the stacks, but honestly I was not certain if I would have cared. Before I could change my mind I pulled my panties down and squatted right over the wet spot the young lady had created. It took a little while, but I breathed out and a warm stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed to the carpet. I could not help but watch it as it dribbled onto the dark brown carpet and added to the damp puddle before slowly absorbing into the fabric. This felt so naughty that I thought I would pass out with pleasure. "Oh my," I said, sighing as the last of my pee flowed out of me. Once my pee stopped, I knew what else I needed, so I started rubbing myself. Within thirty seconds, I was gasping, and I actually had to lean back against the wall to keep from falling over and bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming as I orgasmed right there in the stacks.

After that day, for years I actively looked for other students who were secretly trying or actually peeing in our library. It didn't happen often, but there were moments that stand out. I caught a girl standing in a corner in one of the back hallways, with her pants and panties pulled down, spraying a stream backwards into the corner. I saw a young man seated in one of the study nooks take out his penis and spray towards the wall under the desk. While shelving books I saw a girl, seated on the floor reading a book, who looked to see if anyone was around. When she felt it was clear, she returned to her book, but I heard her sigh and could just barely hear a hissing sound as she sat there and peed herself. I even caught one of my coworkers who was searching for something in archives and, like the others, had no idea I was around. She looked around to make sure it was clear and just spread her legs and let her pee fall from under her dress to the carpet between her feet.

And of course I took every opportunity to pee on the carpet, as well, often repeating my first experience, either squatting or standing over someone else's wet spot, emptying my bladder and enjoying the sight of it as it soaked the carpet even more, and almost always getting myself off afterwards. All these years, and no one has ever gotten into trouble or been dismissed from the library for these brazen acts. Perhaps some of you should come visit some day.

Elaine
 

This was amazing! Would love to hear more.

If you choose to store them locally, put them in a folder, zip it (some tools like 7zip allow you to set a password as well), and change the file type (just the name, but that should prevent the computer from recognizing it). Someone would have to know to change it back to open it.