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Well done, Steve. Rebecca's story is another hot addition. I love it when girls need to go and just do it right where they are. And I'm glad you decided to continue the story of Lindsay and Maeby. Thanks for posting.

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, I am new to your site, and one of my friends suggested I write to you after she discovered that we shared a love of wetting. I have been a wetter since I was a kid. My parents were very free-spirited and accepting of anything that comes naturally to the body. They were what you would call hippies who wanted to live freely off the land. We lived in a small cabin just big enough for the three of us. I was an only child because my mother had health problems and wasn't able to have anymore children. This gave me free reign of our small farm, and I played with and ten

An excellent first story contribution. As you might know if you've browsed my posts, I love the idea of camping and peeing whenever you have to go. I look forward to the next chapter.

Well done, Alfresco. You were right, it was a little different for you, but it's still an excellent addition to your work and to this board.

After spending a few hours at the beach, drinking plenty of water to stay hydrated and eventually becoming comfortable enough to pee discreetly through their bathing suits every time the need came, the girls finally decided to return to the beach house. "I think we need a shopping trip," Cheryl said as she unlocked the door. She winked briefly at Kiki who smiled back "Oh, I'm all for that," Danielle said. "But I want to take a shower first." She entered behind Cheryl, darted into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. True to character, Cheryl began to undress right in front of La

A little while later, the girls were dressed in their swimsuits. Lara wore her favorite dark blue bikini, hoping it would hide any pee stains she would make today. Kiki still donned her one-piece bathing suit that hugged her figure. Cheryl's suit was a little more "mom", a tankini with black bottoms, a white and red top, and a small skirt that covered her bottoms. Danielle was also wearing a one-piece, bright red that fit almost like a tube top with ties in the back. They picked their spot on the beach and laid out their beach chairs. The beach was a little more crowded than they liked, but

Dear Wet Carpet, Darla again. Last time I wrote about my interesting and very exciting trip to the house of an online friend, Alissa, and how I peed in the limo she sent to pick me up. The story only gets hotter from there. It may shock some of you, so if you're not into the heavy stuff, you may want to move on to the next letter. When we arrived, Markham, the chauffeur, opened my door and smiled. Behind him, I could see an impressive house with three floors and a wide porch with columns. There was music coming from the house, or from the back of the house, I wasn't sure. "Is there a par

Loving this entire series. I would definitely like to see more from Wendy and Mary. Maybe a daring wetting at work? While the girls are too busy to go to the bathroom and have to find a discrete way to pee themselves? And, as everyone knows, I'm into bedwetting. So maybe Wendy's influence on Mary could lead to some other wetting habits that include wetting her bed?

I would love to hear more about Julia and Jenny.

The warmth of sunshine woke Lara from her sleep. She stretched and smiled as she felt the cool dampness of the sheets under her naked body. She could feel the wetness all the way up to her shoulders and remembered proudly the great soaking she had given the bed just before drifting off to sleep. Thinking of this sent her bladder a reminder that it was morning. Lara rolled onto her back, rested her arms under her head, and with her legs close together she let her pee go. It came without hesitation and sprayed her inner thighs with warmth. "Oh, god," she panted as her pee splashed freely over

A while later, as the sun was setting over the ocean, Lara was snuggled up on the couch, her legs spread out across the couch, reading an engrossing novel full of mystery, romance, and deceit. Not expecting to go out for a while, she had left her panties off but slid on a long gown that reached just below her knees, in case she wanted to step out onto the balcony and watch the sunset. For now, though, her eyes could not leave the pages of this amazing book. The hero was just on the edge of uncovering the mystery when he found his lover's home empty and a message written in blood. Nothing cou

Lara sat up from her lounge chair and stared out at the ocean. She had fallen asleep thinking about her gorgeous wetting experience back at the beach house. While she looked at the waves coming in and out, she felt pressure in her bladder and smiled. There were two young girls about her age just ahead of her, wrestling and splashing around in the tide. One of them, a blonde in a cute white one-piece, seemed less enthused about being splashed with the cool salt water. Lara watched them as she placed her hand at her crotch and invented a fantasy in her mind. "Stop it," the blonde says, "I h

Just got back from the beach a few days ago and was inspired to repost this series I wrote on PS a few years ago. Enjoy. Lara grinned as she stepped onto the hot sand. The beach was crowded today, but she was able to spot a nice clearing fit enough for spreading a lounge chair and enjoying the sunlight. But she wasn't really here for the sun, or the ocean. She was here because the beach was the one place she hadn't wet herself since she arrived. The first three hours after her arrival were spent christening her friend Kiki's beach house she had rented for the week. Kiki had explained, with

I was hoping you may have the digital version and could clip a scene for me. I am not really interested in the entire video. Just the beginning scene when she is on the phone with her friend and her friend convinces her to pee her pants and she does. I also like the fifth scene when she is alone in the underground garage and pees her jeans. The outdoor scenes are really good, as well.

Does anyone have the video called Therapee? It was sold on Patches Place a while ago, but produced by a company called Otherworld. Here are the details: http://www.patches.net/videos/oworld/therapee1.php Thank you.

Before Cara started her story, Savanna jumped up and went to the kitchen to get us more waters. The sun had set and it was getting darker, so we turned the lights on. I climbed up to the loft and carried down my blanket and pillow, as well as Savanna's quilt and pillow. "I thought maybe we could all sleep down here tonight," I said. The girls all smiled and agreed. "I claim the couch again," Cara said. "I still have my sleeping bag," Sandy said. "I don't mind the floor," I said. Savanna walked down the hall and returned with a thick blanket, tossing it on the floor in front of me. I sp

Dear Carpet Magazine, It finally happened. For a long time I had hid my wetting pleasures from my husband. But last week a circumstance revealed everything to him and led to some great sex, as well. We were on our way to the beach for vacation when we hit traffic about six hours in. A line of cars as far as we could see as traffic came to a dead stop. My husband turned the radio on to a local station. Apparently, there was a serious SUV-meets-semi wreck ahead of us and no one was sure how long it would take to clean up the mess. The worst part of this was that we had just been talking ab

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, A while ago, I wrote about losing a friend because of my wetting habits after the two of us peed in a taxi cab. Almost right after posting my letter, my email blew up with messages from people who were sympathetic and had even had similar experiences. My favorite, though, came from a girl named Alissa who didn't live far from me and offered to meet up. She even said, "I can send a cab to pick you up." At first, I was reluctant. What do I even know about this girl other than that we share a fetish? In an act of foolishness, I gave her my address and we made plans for

Patches.com was mine. I don't remember how I found it, but I remember getting hooked pretty quickly.

After class, the new girl finally introduced herself as Susan. We shook hands and smiled as I felt drips down my legs from my still wet panties. "Let's go," Susan said. "I have to pee, too." We made our way through the crowd and out the door. I was a little surprised (or maybe not) when Susan walked right past the restroom. "That one gets too crowded," she said, "especially after class." We walked out of the building and started across campus. "Come on," she said. I wasn't sure what Susan had in mind as she walked briskly ahead of me and I dutifully followed. "So," she said, as we kept walki

After we had all kind of come down from our post-orgasm bliss, Savanna went into the kitchen and grabbed a few bottles of water, handing one to each of us and putting some extras on the table. I grabbed some towels and dropped them on the floor over some of the wet spots. There wasn't much hope for the couch or chairs, which were dark with obvious pee stains. I sat on the floor in the middle of the living room. Sandy returned to the chair, Cara to the couch, and Savanna to her favorite recliner. We each opened our bottle and took quick swigs, as if we knew we were all ready to do it again, to

Dear Wet Carpet, I've known about you for a while and kept putting off writing to you because I was nervous. But it's time to confess. I love peeing. I love holding it until I just can't hold it anymore and letting it burst out of me, spraying hard against my clit and soaking my panties. In fact, I'm holding it right now and I don't even know if I'll make it through this letter without an accident. I usually wear skirts when I go out so if I have an accident, it's easier to conceal it. Just earlier today I was waiting in line at the bank after having two cups of coffee and a bottle of wa

Just in case you don't remember me, my name is Lindsey. I wrote to you before about living with my wealthy parents and being able to pee whenever and wherever I want. You can read about it here. School was rather boring that day (with one exception), but then the first day of classes usually are. Professors giving out syllabuses and talking about their rules and expectations. At least I had dressed cute for the day, a black skirt that reached just above my knees and a pink knit top with a low neckline and an interesting art design that resembled peacock feathers. I had my reasons for weari

Even though Savanna has sort of broken the ice, the first few minutes of our naked adventure was a little awkward. We sat around and just kind of looked at each other like, Are we really just sitting here naked? "So," Savanna said, always seeming to be the most uncomfortable with awkward silences. "Let's talk about something. Something good. Oh, I know! What about pee fantasies?" I laughed and Sandy smirked at Savanna. "What? I'm serious. If you could do anything involving pee, what would it be?" "Well, it was your idea, so you go first," I said. "Fine, I will," Savanna said. "I'm out

I just posted two stories about my stepsister, whom I believe enjoyed wetting outdoors. Check them out here: Stepsister Couldn't Hold It Stepsister Desperate in the Woods