wetwulf

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

True story, again with a little creative liberty. The same summer as her little bathing suit accident (see "Stepsister Couldn't Hold It"), my stepsister and I were out for a hike on an open trail in the woods near my dad's home. We had been gone for an hour or so when I heard her curse under her breath. "I should have peed before we left," she said. She was clutching her skirt close to her crotch as we walked and my mind began to race back to the memory of the back of the pickup truck. Maybe this would be another opportunity to see her wet again. "Well," I said, "we're in the woods. I'm

This is a long one, but a good one. True story, with a little bit of creative liberty. When I was about sixteen, I was riding in the back of my father's pickup with my older stepsister, who was nineteen. We were coming back from a swimming trip to a nearby lake. I noticed that my stepsister was holding the crotch of her dark blue jeans shorts and wincing a little. She was wearing a black one-piece bathing suit underneath and as she pressed on her crotch, the top tightened a little, showing off her nice breasts. "I've got to pee," she finally said. "How much farther to the house?" I was onl

When we made it back to the camp, I was the first out of my wet clothes, having peed through my bathing suit and shorts several times on the hike back up without even saying anything to the other girls. Along the way, Cara squatted and peed once and Savanna stood and wet her shorts and suit, as well. Sandy was the only one of us who seemed to stay dry. I wondered if she had been going secretly like me. As we stepped onto the cabin porch, though, the three of us removing our wet clothes and bathing suits at the door, Sandy smiled as she pulled her golden bikini bottoms to her knees, sighed lo

@wsvoyeur It was a repost, but I made a few changes. Glad you enjoyed it.

Short but hopefully sweet. Cheryl had flipped over on her stomach when Kiki and Danielle returned. They could hear her snoring lightly. Kiki looked over at her mother and was not surprised to see the crotch of her bathing suit shining with wetness again as another trickle fell from the lounge chair. “Is she awake?” Danielle asked. “I don’t really know.” Kiki grabbed the lotion and rubbed some of it on her arms. She handed the lotion to Danielle. As Kiki started rubbing some of the lotion on her legs, she relaxed and felt the delicious warmth of her pee as she soaked her bathing suit aga

I think the sight of the river was a relief for all of us, mostly because it had been a longer hike than Savanna had thought, and also because I could feel my wet shorts rubbing the insides of my thighs, chaffing me a little. The water looked clear and flowed slowly. There were shallow parts where the water rippled over the rocks at the bottom creating the kind of sound everyone expects to hear in nature. And then the river widened out in other parts and deepened, but you could still see the bottom it was so clear. We all took off our shoes first, groaning at the relief. I slid mine off and

@mnblackbadboy Just posted Pool Pals Part 2. Have you read Pool Pals yet? It's not necessary to understand part 2, but I just don't want you to miss a chapter if you're enjoying these stories.

While the three of them were walking to the small locker room to put their bags of dry clothes away, Danielle could not help but look around the room at other girls. In one corner of the room was a large open shower and she could spot a few girls standing under strong sprays of warm water. Others were slipping out of their clothes and into their swimwear. Beside the showers were two rows of toilets. Next to the lockers, there were a few changing cubicles for girls who appreciated privacy. Danielle walked to her assigned locker and turned the combination lock to the numbers the lady at the fr