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@mnblackbadboy Indeed, I did. I may post those soon, since I've sort of hit a block on my new series. Keep your eyes open for the next chapter.

After breakfast, Savanna had an idea that we would all take a long hike down to the river at the bottom of the mountain. We had all packed bathing suits because according to her aunt and uncle, the river is cool and clear this time of year, perfect for escaping the hot sun. So after cleaning up our messes and putting wet sheets and covers into the washer (A hookup for a washer, but no toilet? I was starting to wonder about whoever built this cabin), we slipped into our bathing suits and pulled on shorts and appropriate shoes for hiking. Savanna filled a small backpack with plenty of bottles of

Dear Wet Carpet, At the risk of sounding judgmental, sometimes I read submissions on here and I wonder if they're true or not. But then, I probably wouldn't even believe my story if I read it in here either, but since it happened to me I know it's true. I hope your readers have plenty of time. One of my friends (we'll call her Carie) was moving out of her house. It was a double-wide mobile home that her and her husband had bought. After their divorce, though, he moved out and bought his own place and my friend wanted to sell and move, as well. Before selling the place, though, she was stri

Very hot story. Please post more.

I woke up to the sound of quiet clanging and the smell of bacon. When I opened my eyes, I noticed Savanna wasn’t in her bed. She must be the one responsible for the heavenly smells rolling through the entire cabin. The sun was just peeking through the downstairs windows, lighting up the cabin. I also noticed the cool dampness of my bedsheets and covers. I smiled and rolled over on my back, ready to empty my bladder and warm the bed again. At some point last night, I had removed my panties and was sleeping bare bottomed. I spread my legs, closed my eyes and relaxed. Right away, I felt a gentl

Dear Wet Carpet, Movie theaters should probably be warned not to leave horny pee-loving girls like me alone in a theater, especially after selling me a large drink. In the city where I live there is a discount theater that shows movies that have been out of other theaters for a while. It's cheap entertainment and on weekdays the theaters are mostly empty. I've read on your website about people peeing on theater seats and in the floor. I wanted to try it, so after work I stopped in and bought a ticket to Avatar. The theater was mid-size, maybe seated about 100, and it was completely emp

Dear Wet Carpet, Some of your readers may not approve of my story, but I have to confess that's what makes it kind of hot for me, that it's naughty. I travel out of town a lot for work. Since I'm single and don't have any kids yet, this never bothers me. I love seeing new places. I especially love that the company I work for pays for everything, including my meals, and they don't go cheap, either. Because of this, I get to stay in a lot of high end resorts, places that respect privacy and anonymity. I first discovered the value of this one night when I had a little too much to drink in t

Dear Wet Carpet, I just may be one of the luckiest girls out there. I get to pee and have someone else clean up after me. This has actually been true all my life. My parents are very wealthy and we have house maids who keep the place spotless. I was an excitable child, born well into my parents adulthood, and I had a very weak bladder (which still bothers me) and I had frequent accidents. Since much of the house was carpeted, it was common to see one of our maids scrubbing a wet spot on the floor or mopping up a mess in one of the few rooms with tile flooring. My parents were at first emba

Later, we all got dressed for bed. I was wearing a thin blue nightgown with spaghetti straps and matching lacy panties. Savanna slid on a pair of red pajama shorts and a white tank top. Cara put on a pair of colorful but cute Spongebob pajama pants and a matching shirt with Spongebob's big smiling face. Sandy slipped into a very thin and lacy teddie and a pair of g-string panties. I crawled under the covers in the loft bed and could feel the pressure soon to be out of control in my bladder but didn't say anything. Savanna cut out the last of the lights and the cabin became very dark. The onl

Dear Wet Carpet, I work at a supermarket and recently our maintenance crew was working on the employee bathrooms. As you could probably predict, this turned out to be a disaster. Since I was not aware of the repairs, I drank several cups of coffee before heading to work, as well as a bottle of water. I was working the counter and we were really busy. I felt a small urge to pee. There were about 6 people in my line so I picked up the phone and called my manager at the service desk. I asked her if I could have a break soon. When she asked me why, I told her I needed to use the bathroom. "B

Thanks everybody for the likes and hots. I'm going to hold off before posting the next part because I kind of feel like I'm dominating the forum. Maybe after a few others post some stories, I'll put the next chapter up.

After dropping a few towels down to soak up the already very wet floor, we all sat back down in the living room, anxiously waiting for Sandy’s story. “It’s really kind of boring,” she said. “I want to know when you started the shorts thing,” Cara said, smiling. “Well, that’s part of it,” Sandy said. “It kind of started when I was a senior in high school. You all know I was on the swim team.” We nodded. A part of me wondered if this was how Sandy was the most toned and most fit of all of us. “Everybody on the team peed in their bathing suits. It’s just so normal to do that, especially whe

Dear Wet Carpet, My husband and I recently discovered a side of ourselves we had never explored before. We both enjoy wet sex. It sort of happened by accident. We came home one night after a great evening together with some friends. We had gotten a little tipsy and as we staggered into the house, my husband suggested we sleep on the pullout couch downstairs since he didn't think either of us were in a condition to make it up the stairs in one piece. I reluctantly agreed and he lead me into the room that is connected to our garage that we usually reserve for guests. This room had a pullou

The evening rolled on and enough beers had gone around that we were all enjoying a good buzz. But the conversation seemed to just be getting started. “Okay, Larissa, spill it,” Savanna said. “You’re next.” I smirked, trying to think of which story I should share since I secretly had more to share than these girls knew. The truth was, I had been a secretive pleasure wetter for a few years now, since my divorce. “Do you really want to know?” I said. “Mine’s…pretty bad.” The girls all started at me. “Of course!” Savanna said. “You asked for it.” I sat up and licked my lips before I star

Since it was already getting dark, we decided to just sit around the cabin and catch up on old times. All four of us worked full-time jobs. Cara had a three-year-old daughter, and Sandy had a five-year-old son. So, it was rare that we had the chance to really talk. Savanna tossed beers to us from the cooler we had packed and smiled at me. “So,” Savanna started, “what can we share? Oh, I know! Larissa, let’s talk about what just happened.” I blushed immediately, remembering the scene with the chamber pot vividly. “Yeah, let’s,” Cara agreed. “Umm… okay…” “You were really enjoying yours

This is part one of a new series I'm starting. Hope you enjoy it. The Camping Trip: Part One Last week some friends and I decided to do a girls' getaway and spend a few days in the mountains. My friend Savanna's uncle owns a cabin and some land outside of town. She described it to us as rustic, rugged, and relaxing. "Only one catch, though," she said. "There's no toilet." This information already dropped two girls off the list. I was curious, but not put off. "What do you do for a bathroom, then?" Sandy asked. Sandy is always the one of us brave enough to ask questions, even the dumb a

Dear Wet Carpet, My name is Maureen. A little while ago, my friend Heather wrote to you about a get-together I had with some friends. I won't relay all the details here again, but let's just say that evening ruined me, but in a good way. First of all, let me tell you a little about my situation. I am a stay-at-home mom, even though two of my kids are in high school and the third is off to college. My husband travels a lot for work. So I spend a lot of time alone in our house, occupying my time with little hobbies like crafts, taking walks, keeping up with friends and family online, and of

Dear Wet Carpet, I am 45, married with four kids, and I rarely get a chance to indulge. Between driving my kids everywhere, working a job, and keeping the house clean, I rarely have time for anything. My husband also works, and often late, so I have suffered a lot of disappointing nights where my needs have had to take a back seat to everyone else's needs. But I have a secret my husband and kids don't know about. I love to wet my panties. Usually, I only get to enjoy this kink of mine in the early morning, just before I take a shower. Sometimes, I sit on the toilet still wearing my night g

As they loaded the car with towels, suntan lotion, and dry clothes, Danielle’s stomach was in knots. She could not hide her grin as she hopped into the back seat of Cheryl’s car with Kiki. The three of them were wearing tight, one-piece bathing suits and denim shorts that showed off their figures better than any bikini could. “So, Danielle,” Cheryl said as she pulled out of the driveway, “I suppose my daughter has already told you all about our situation?” “She’s mentioned a thing or two,” Danielle answered. “And what do you think?” “I think I’ll be coming to visit more often.” “Well

Dear Wet Carpet, Something incredible happened the other day and I think it is the perfect story for your magazine. I live in a sorority house with six other girls. I'll give them all fake names to keep privacy: Jamie, Sara, Dena, Tammy, Brenda, and Carol. The house is two-story, but right now only the upstairs bathroom works. As you can imagine, this creates some chaos if a bunch of us need the bathroom at the same time. A few nights ago, we came home from a party and we were all feeling the effects of the alcohol, both in our heads and in our bladders. Jamie, our sorority leader, unloc

Kiki awoke a few hours into the night. It took her a few seconds to recognize the person lying next to her. She grinned as she could just make out Danielle’s naked body spread comfortably beside her. Kiki’s bladder was starting to bother her and she wondered if she could pee without disturbing Danielle. Kiki rolled over on her side to face Danielle. Sighing, she carefully let a little of her pee trickle out, licking her lips as the wetness of the mattress began to warm her bottom. Danielle squirmed a little and instinctively, Kiki cut off her flow. She watched as Danielle rolled over onto he

Dear Wet Carpet, My name is Darla and I love to wet myself. I'm usually not very shy or secret about it, either. Of course I've lost more than a few friends and boyfriends over this, but it just feels too good to stop. I wear skirts most of the time because I really love the feeling of my warm pee trickling down my bare legs. But I also enjoy wetting my jeans and slacks if that's what I'm wearing when I decide to wet. Most of the time I wet myself out of pleasure rather than necessity or accidentally. One of my former friends, Tara (not her real name), used to hate it when I wet myself.

I'd love to see some video demonstrations of each of these steps. :O_o:

This story is sort of a prequel to the last one in which we learn of Cheryl's brief but orgasmic wetting adventure while shopping. Cheryl strolled patiently down the laundry detergent aisle, perusing the shelves, and smiled as she finally spotted the Febreeze. This would definitely be necessary after the past few days. She had worn her long black skirt, sandals, and a light blue v-neck blouse that showed just enough cleavage to tease anyone who was looking. Her skirts had become a usual part of her wardrobe lately and would be as often as possible from now on. Her mind kept returning to th

Dear Wet Carpet, I have hesitated writing to you until my daughter went off to college out of risk of someone finding out who I am and embarrassing her. I think it's safe now, though. When my story is finished, you may think our family strange, and you may judge us, but we've been at this long enough that it won't matter much to me what anyone says. We are nudists. Well, part time, at least. Our house is located on a hill away from other houses and we have a fenced in yard. Of course, when we go out we wear clothes and we always keep clothes close by in case someone drops by for a visit.