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"Huh? What time is it? It's not time to get up yet. Raina, what are you doing? What's that sound?" "Ummm..." "Are you peeing on the floor?" "Uhhh, yes, I'm sorry, but I really had to pee. Are you upset?" "I'm upset that you didn't just pee in the bed. Like this. Ahhhh. Oh god that feels nice."

"Mom, I really need to pee." "Well, I'm not finished shopping yet, so you can hold it." "I don't think I can." "Then you're just going to have to pee yourself like I taught you." "Okay, because I can't hold it anymore. Oh, here it comes. Ahhh, it's running down my legs." "Well done. I think I'll join you. I'm not desperate, but it just feels too good not to. Mmm, that's nice." "We've made a big puddle." "It's okay. I know the store manager. She's peed in the store before, so she gets it. She's even peed behind the counter while talking to customers." "Th

This trip always takes so long, and there are no places to stop for a bathroom break. I don't even care anymore. I really need to pee, and I can't hold it. I'm just gonna go in my seat. Ahhh. Ohhh, that's so much better. And it's so nice and warm on my bottom. I know I've ruined my seat, but I don't care. This feels too good.

Wonderful story @Naughts. I definitely want to learn more about Heidi, and I am excited about what will happen next since she has discovered how great wetting feels.

I used to work in an office building in which a dance studio was also located. Near the end of my shift, I went to the men's room and walked to the urinal. A few seconds later, I could hear voices outside and a lot of chatter coming from the women's restroom next door. Then I heard someone say, "Anybody in there?" coming from the doorway of the men's. I just said, "Uhhh, yeah," and I could see a woman in black leggings and a snug pink tank top standing at the doorway. At my answer she covered her eyes and started to walk in. "I'm not looking, but the girl's bathroom is full, and I really have

This is the next letter from Anna. It contains desperation, peeing, wetting, furniture and seat wetting. It also contains some peeing on public transport and public property. Dear Wet Carpet, Anna again. I sometimes feel like I'm blowing up your letter section with all these stories, but I keep receiving really kind requests from readers to tell more. So I guess it's a good thing that I have plenty more to tell. Anyway, to pick up where I last left off. The train car we were on remained empty for the rest of our trip to our stop. In that time, we drank more water and had to pee

Welcome back @MrSonata. I am a big fan of this series, so I am happy to see another chapter.

So glad you decided to return to this series @Alfresco. Very hot chapter. I especially love how she just let it go in her sleeping bag. I hope there are more hot chapters to come.

Bumping this one up because it's @Alfresco's masterpiece. 🔥

This is Anna's next letter about her pee experiences with her mother. It contains desperation, wetting, peeing on public transport, and masturbation. Dear Wet Carpet, When I last wrote to you, I told you that my mom and I were planning a night out. Well, we decided to make an entire day of it and take the train into town. It would be about an hour's journey by train and then a short walk to the plaza where there were shops and restaurants and a theater. I knew we were in for an incredible day while we were getting dressed when my mother said, "I think I'm going to skip the panties t

Ooooh @lesley I have always loved your naughty office pissing stories. Thank you for sharing these with us.

Another hot chapter! Very well done @Kupar and sexy as hell. I know part 3 is going to be steamy! Can't wait!

"We have the cinema all to ourselves! You know what that means. We can watch the movie in peace." "Okay." *sighs* "What are you doing? Are you pissing? You're getting your skirt and the seat soaked!" "I thought you said, 'We can watch the movie and pee!'" "No, I said, 'in peace!' But since you've already done it... I guess I should, too. Ahhhhh."

I love this series even more now because I miss cruising and traveling so much.

This is the next letter from Anna. It includes furniture wetting, bedwetting, naughty peeing, desperation, and masturbation. Dear Wet Carpet, Hello everyone. It's Anna again. So I blame my mother for this (although I guess to be fair, I did it first). I have fallen in love with pissing in my car. Now, every morning on my way to work, if I need to pee, I've been waiting for a stoplight, adjusting my skirt or sliding my leggings and panties down, and just letting it go in my car seat. The feeling of my warm pee soaking into the seat under me and warming my bottom is such an incredibl

I love having the hotel gym to myself. It means I don't have to run to the bathroom for a pee break. I can just walk over to this corner here like this, pull my shorts and panties to the side, and... ahhhh, yes. Ooh, I love how the puddle just soaks into the material of this dark rug. No one will even know.

Hot story! Will there be more @ppppppp?

I really like these! Do you know the artist?

Great idea @Paulypeeps. Are you wanting to use stories I have already published here or are you asking that I compose new ones?

This is the next letter from Anna about her peeing experiences with her mother. It contains wetting, naughty peeing, and furniture wetting. Dear Wet Carpet, It's me again, Anna. I have received some very sweet messages complimenting my last story, and I truly appreciate it. I have also been asked to describe myself and my mother more. I don't want to share too much because even though my mom has become more risky and bold when it comes to peeing, she is still a rather private person. Anyway, we are both brunettes, but my hair has a more reddish tint to it because I color it. We

I normally don't get the chance to piss in naughty places at work, mostly because I don't want to leave behind a mess. Our company custodians are good men, and I'd rather not leave behind a puddle of my piss for them to clean. A few days ago, though, there was a water leak in the men's restroom. I walked in to find the floor covered with dirty looking water and some collapses ceiling tiles. I really had to piss, though, and I saw this as an opportunity to be naughty. I unzipped my fly and sighed with relief as I pissed right onto the wet tile bathroom floor. It made a

This is the next letter from the daughter about her wetting experiences with her mother. It contains wetting, naughty peeing, furniture wetting, and masturbation. Dear Wet Carpet, My mom just hit me with a bombshell, something that in my 23 years of life I never would have expected: before she met my father, she used to enjoy peeing in naughty places. We were sitting in my living room after a long work day for both of us when she stood up and walked to the corner of the room and squatted over an area rug that we had agreed was acceptable for peeing without needing much c

"Hey! Wake up! You're pissing in my bed!" "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm so used to sleeping in my own bed." "Don't worry about it. It happens. And I guess since the damage is already done, I might as well just... Ahhhhhh. Wow, that feels really nice. I think you might have started something." "Mmm. My pleasure."

I can see up that woman's skirt under her table. I wonder if she knows? Wait... is that... did her panties just get darker? Is she peeing? Holy shit, she's peeing her panties under the table! Does no one else see this? She's just talking to her friends, and they have no idea! I wonder if I could get away with it, too? Let me just... adjust my dress. I don't want to chance someone seeing my panties, though. This booth has a soft cushion, so maybe if I just... Ahhhhh. Oh my god, that feels nice. It's warm on my bottom. I can't believe I'm sitting here peeing in my seat, and no one even know

I really need to pee, but I don't feel like walking all the way upstairs to the bathroom. But I can't hold it any longer. There's no one else home but me. Maybe I can just slide my panties off and scoot to the edge of the couch. Oh! Here it comes! Ahhhhh, much better. Oh, this is so naughty. And the sound if it splashing on the carpet is kind of turning me on. Oh shit! What's that noise? It's the door, but I can't stop peeing! Oh no! It's my roommate! She's going to be so angry! Wait, why is she smiling at me? And why is she taking off her pants? Oh my god.