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About wetwulf

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    ★ Best Fictional Writer 2017 ★
  • Birthday 10/01/1978

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    I'm awesome.

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  • Favourite Thing About Pee
    Bedwetting, deliberate wetting
  • Hottest Pee Experience
    I don't pee and tell. ?

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  1. wetwulf

    Inexpensive art ?

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    Lucy - Chapter 9 - Girls Night

    [Must... control... enthusiasm!]
  3. wetwulf

    Lucy - Chapter 9 - Girls Night

    Very hot @gldenwetgoose. I know the next part will be ahhhhhhmazing.
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    [Roleplay] The Nudist Beach

    Sarah, 38, brunette, a regular to this nude beach, and is a bit of a voyeur. She knows all the secrets of the nude beach, including the best places and ways to have sex or masturbate without being too obvious, and how to discretely pee in the sand. Sarah stretches out on her towel to relax in the sun when movement nearby catches her attention: a new girl with short, sandy blonde hair has just arrived and is looking around. She doesn't see Sarah in her secret spot behind some palm trees, but Sarah can see her. The girl slips off her jean shorts and then looks around again, seeming concerned. What is she doing? She looks like she has to pee.
  5. I am really, really glad you are here. That was so !
  6. Excellent build up! Now we know there's more to come!
  7. Wow, that was hot. The hottest chapter yet! I can't wait to see you top it.
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    Fun With The Wife

    Sounds like an amazing date.
  9. Ohhh @Vassal, that was so hot. More!
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    Thanksgiving Weekend

    I agree!
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    Wet Carpet magazine

    I'll comment and break the 4th wall just to tell @Alfresco that this was one of the hottest things I have ever read.
  12. wetwulf

    A First Timer's Tale

    Bravo @Bacardi. Very hot story, indeed. Will there be more to come? I hope so.
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    Wet Carpet magazine

    Dear Wet Carpet, I’m writing to you because I want to tell you about my stay in a private resort a few years ago. It was after my divorce was finalized, and I decided to take a trip for myself. Just to let you know, I am a 42 year old plus-sized brunette. I was married to the same man for 21 years, and we had one daughter together. He had cheated on me several times in our marriage, and I forgave him until the day our daughter came home early and caught him with another woman in our house, and I was done with him after that. Anyway, after the divorce was finalized, my daughter and a few of my friends encouraged me to take some time off of work. A close friend gave me the contact info and price quotes for a great place on the coast. I won’t reveal where for reasons you’ll understand later. It was a resort with private cabins for each occupant. It looked gorgeous in the photos, and the prices were reasonable, so I got online and booked a week’s stay. When I arrived, the place looked even better than the photos showed, with blue waters that matched the blue of the sky, adorable hut-like cabins meant to mimic island life, palm trees and other tropical fauna. I checked into my room and started to unpack my bags when the road trip’s pressure on my bladder started to make itself known. It was then than the phone in my room rang, and I answered it to the familiar voice of my friend Karen. “Hey Cheri,” she said. “What’s up?” “This place is gorgeous,” I said. “Of course it is,” she said. “And you’re staying in a private cabin by the ocean, right?” “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?” I asked. “Cheri, just relax and enjoy yourself. I know I did when I stayed there.” “What do you mean?” Karen sighed. “Do I really have to explain it to you? I walked around naked most of the time, I bathed in the ocean, and as for the bathroom, well… I just went wherever.” I gasped as I remembered then that in all the years we had been friends, Karen had proven that she was not shy when it came to peeing, and more than a few times while out with me she had either found a discreet place to squat and pee or would let it go right in her clothes and let it trickle down her legs. She had even convinced me on occasion to join her in a secret squat in a few public places, like behind a corner somewhere or next to her car in a parking garage. “Are you serious?” I asked. “Yes, I am. They have a grounds crew that cleans up outside and a housekeeping crew that takes care of the inside after you check out. That’s why you paid that extra charge, remember?” “Yeah, but…” “No buts, girl. Seriously. Just relax and enjoy your stay.” “I can’t believe you sent me here,” I said, but I was smiling. It was a gorgeous place, and the thought of just lounging around a private beach resort and not even bothering to go to the bathroom to pee really did sound relaxing. “Do you have to go right now?” Karen asked. “Yes, actually,” I said, smiling as I felt the pressure building in my bladder. “But I don’t know if I can,” I said. “Well, I do, too,” Karen said, “and I’m sitting in my living room right now. If I just let go right where I am, you think you can do the same?” “Maybe?” I said. “Where are you right now?” she asked. “I’m sitting on the bed,” I said. “Oh, that’s perfect,” she said. “The beds are protected, so you won’t do anything except get the sheets wet. Housekeeping will change them out for you tomorrow if you call them, or you can just leave them until after you check out. It’s up to you. But whatever you decide, I can’t wait any longer so… Ahhhh….” After Karen’s sigh I thought I could hear a hissing and dribbling sound on the other end of the line. “Are you peeing right now?” I asked. “I am,” she said and sighed again. “I’m sitting on my couch right now, and it feels so warm. Mmmmm.” I laughed. “I can’t believe you,” I said. Then I felt another wave of pressure at the sound of Karen’s hissing and splashing and knew that in spite of my attempts at control, I would soon be joining her. “What are you wearing?” I asked. It sounded like a cheesy question, but I wanted to get the picture in my mind of my best friend wetting herself on her couch, not caring at all about the mess. “Well, when you called... mmm... I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but when I knew I was going to pee I took my jeans and panties off. Ohhh, Cheri, I’m still peeing.” She giggled. “What are you wearing?” she asked. “Denim shorts and a tie-dye shirt,” I said, “but the shorts are coming off.” I unsnapped them and slid my shorts and my panties down and then rested my naked bottom on the edge of the bed. “That’s so great,” Karen said. I noticed the hissing sound had stopped and assumed she was done, but my fun was about to begin. “It will feel so good, trust me.” “In a few seconds, I won’t have a choice,” I said, feeling the pressure build even more. I decided not to hold back any longer, and as I sat right there on the edge of the bed I just let go. My warm pee sprayed out of me and splashed between my legs all over the bed and my thighs. I sighed as I felt it pool at my crotch and soak the sheets and mattress under me. “Ohhh, wow,” I said. “I told you,” Karen said, giggling. I closed my eyes and let go completely, feeling the warmth as it sprayed out all over my legs and the bed and soaked my bottom. “Ohhh, Karen, this is so good. This won’t be the last time I do this,” I said. “You’re welcome,” she said. When I finally finished, Karen offered to let me enjoy the rest of my stay but made me promise to tell her all about it later. I agreed to call her again if I wanted to share another wetting with her. After I hung up, I changed into a one-piece bathing suit, grabbed a bottle of water from my cooler, and walked out to the beach. The water was a gorgeous blue and was so clear I could see the bottom. The waves splashed gently onto the shore with a soothing sound. I looked around and really noticed how private and secluded the beach really was, so I slid my bathing suit off. I opened the bottle of water and took a quick drink before setting it down, and then I ran out to the ocean, laughing as I splashed through the tide. I swam out and under, enjoying the cool water on my naked body. I even saw some small fish dart around as I swam. I swam for a little while longer and then walked out to a spot in the sand where a few beach loungers were laid out. I leaned back into one of them and felt the sun warm my bare skin. As I closed my eyes and listened to the soothing sounds of the ocean, I felt pressure building up in my bladder. Without moving I just sighed and let go. My warm pre splashed all over my legs and dribbled to the lounger under me. I felt my pushy tingling from the sensation of just peeing like this out in the open, so I started rubbing my clit and before long I was orgasming right there as I continued to pee in little dribbles. I relaxed in the lounger a little longer, long enough to get a good tan on both sides. When I was finished, I grabbed my bottle of water, finished it off, and walked back up to my cabin. Once inside, I felt a little bit of pressure again, so I stood in the doorway and just relaxed, letting my pee flow down my legs to the carpet. This was how most of my first afternoon at the resort continued. I sat around naked, and when I had to pee I just relaxed and let it go. I peed on the floor of the main room, on one of the cushioned seats, on the couch, in the kitchen. This sums up most of the rest of my stay at the resort, not bothering with going to the bathroom if I had to pee and just peeing wherever I was. On my last night there, Karen called just before getting ready for bed. As I had done all week, I was planning to sleep naked, so I was laying in my bed, enjoying the feeling of the sheets and covers on my bare skin when the phone rang. “Hey, how was your week?” she asked. “Fantastic,” I said. “What are you up to?” I asked. “Nothing much. Laying in bed, reading. Tom's out of town, and the kids are all out with friends, so it's just me and my book. What about you?” “I am also laying in bed,” I said. “Naked.” I giggled. “Have you wet the bed yet?” she asked. “Just that one time when I was talking to you,” I said. “No, I mean like while you're laying down or while you're sleeping. Like really wetting the bed.” “No,” I said. “Why the heck not? I told you the bed is protected. What are you worried about?” “I don't know,” I said. “I guess I never thought about it. By the time I came to bed all I thought of was sleep, and I'd already peed somewhere else in the cabin before coming to bed, so…” “Well, it's your last night, so you know what you have to do,” Karen said. “I don't know…” “Oh, come on,” she said, “after everything this week?” “I know, but…” “No buts, girl,” Karen said. “You can do this. And you won't regret it, I promise you. Have I ever been wrong?” “No,” I said. “Tell you what,” she said, “I'll do it with you.” “You're going to wet your bed?” I asked, surprised. “I am,” she said, “but I want us to do it together.” “Okay,” I said. “So how are you laying right now?” she asked. “Um, I'm laying on my back.” “Okay. Well, I'm sitting up because I was reading, and I have my legs straight out in front of me. You said you were naked, right?” “Yes,” I said. “Are you under the covers or on top of them?” “Under,” I said. I could feel the pressure in my bladder growing, and I wondered if all this talk was Karen stalling to get me to the point where I wouldn't have a choice but to wet my bed. “Mmm, nice. You'll feel every bit of it. I'm wearing my nightgown but no panties. But it's long, so it's down over my legs. I could pull it up, but I don't think I'm going to bother. I don't even think I'm going to spread my legs.” “Okay,” I said. “Ohh, I can feel the pressure growing,” Karen said. “Are you ready?” I settled deeper into the bed and relaxed, parting my legs just a bit. “Yes,” I said. “Okay… here it comes.” As she said this, she sighed and I relaxed and at the same time that her sigh became a moan, I felt a splash of warmth between my legs as my pee sprayed out all over my inner thighs and between my legs, instantly warming the sheets under me. I spread my legs a little more, and the covers dipped between my legs at my crotch as I soaked them, as well. “Oh my god,” I said, unable to contain my pleasure. “Mmm, I know, ohhhh,” Karen moaned. I thought I could hear hissing and splashing in the phone that matched my own steady hissing spray. “Ohhh, it's spraying my clit because I have my legs together. Ohh, you should try this. Cheri, I'm sorry, but this is turning me on so much, I have to touch myself. Ohhhhh.” “It's okay,” I said. I did as she suggested, putting my legs together as I continued to pee, feeling my flow splash up a little and tickle my slit. “Do it with me,” she said. Without hesitation I reached down and started rubbing my slit, ignoring the warm dribble of pre on my fingertips as I teased my slit and rubbed my clitoris. “Ohh, I'm still peeing,” she said, “and the bed is soaked. Mmmm, this feels so warm and so good.” I rubbed faster and harder as my friend continued to pant and moan on the other end of the line. I felt my climax building. “Oh, God, Karen, I'm going to cum… Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!” As I cried out, I heard Karen scream, as well. When we were finished, we both laughed, feeling refreshed and relaxed. “That was amazing,” she said. I agreed. The next morning, I woke up and smiled. Even though I knew my trip was over, the cool wetness in my bed reminded me that I could still enjoy one last bit of pleasure. I was laying on my left side with my right leg out in front of me. Without moving, I sighed and emptied my bladder, enjoying the instant warmth as the sheets under me became soaked. My pre sprayed out so heavily that I started to cum without even touching myself, and I had a small but satisfying orgasm as I continued to pee in the bed. I was sad to leave, but that trip changed me. I now regularly wet for pleasure, and Karen and I have had a few more wet adventures that maybe I'll tell you about another time. Cheri
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    The Best Thing About My Flatmate

    I second this request!
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    The Rugby Girls

    Do it! I would enjoy any of your stories.