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WARNING: This post contains lesbian action and some golden showers. If this bothers you, move on. While the washer hummed faintly, Kiki and Danielle settled comfortably on the couch, ignoring the slow-drying dampness of the cushions. They were both still nude and unashamed as they watched television. There wasn’t much on in the middle of the afternoon, but they giggled at a poorly written family drama about the dangers of drug addiction. “Have you ever had thoughts about another girl?” Danielle asked. The question was completely unexpected and without warning. “What do you mean?” Kiki re

Dear Wet Carpet, I have to tell you about this dream I had a few nights ago. I think I've been watching too many videos. But if I ever wanted a dream to come true, this is it. I am in school, college, and I live in a dorm room with three other girls. I don't recognize any of them, but we all seem to be friends. In the dream, I am waking up to get ready for school and I see one of the girls, a thin blonde wearing a thin night gown, sitting up in her bed. She smiles and me and then sighs as she starts peeing, soaking her panties, night gown and bed. "You'd better pee, too," she says. I loo

Dear Wet Carpet, I recently moved out of my house because of some conflict with an ex boyfriend. One of my close friends is letting me stay with her because she has a huge three-story historic mansion with eight bedrooms and a bathroom on each floor. When I first arrived, she toured me through the house and took me to my room, far on the left wing where I could have some privacy. I quickly got lost as we walked down a corridor, turned down a hall, and entered so many doors I lost count. The good news is that the room was amazing, with a king size bed, TV, computer, and even my own little k

It is not. Must have slipped by you on PS. ;-)

Dear Wet Carpet, My best friend may have started me on a bad habit. This letter may be long, so I apologize. A few years ago, my husband of 23 years left me and moved in with his long-time girlfriend. I had a feeling he was cheating on me for a little while but didn't say anything because I was hoping it wasn't true. But, sure enough, I came home from work to find most of his stuff gone and a note admitting to everything. Our divorce was quick and mostly painless. I got the house and my share of what was left in the bank. The night I found the note, I called my friend and we both sob

Kiki was not surprised that Danielle accepted her invitation. She did not mention her recent experiences with her mother, however. She wasn’t even sure yet if she wanted to tell Danielle at all, in spite of their own wetting adventure. Danielle arrived about thirty minutes after their phone conversation. Kiki was amazed to see that she seemed to have lost weight, about fifteen pounds. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that hugged her long legs nicely and a slim t-shirt. Kiki had also put on a pair of tight jeans without underwear and a white spaghetti strap shirt. “It’s good to see you

Kiki awoke to silence, a rare surprise since her mother was usually up by now, fixing breakfast, watching television or (especially lately) doing laundry. She listened for the familiar hum of the washer, or the sound of dishes clanking. Nothing. Not even murmuring voices that might be coming from the television. Taking notice of her full bladder, Kiki sat up and smiled. The stack of towels she had brought into her room the night before was still spread out across the floor. She pulled her nightgown up, revealing her bare bottom, and scooted herself to the edge of the bed. Biting her lip, Kik

On the way home, Cheryl had stopped to pick up some movies and as they walked into the house, Kiki was not surprised as Cheryl rushed to the bathroom and returned a few seconds later with a handful of extra thick towels. She draped some across the couch and spread a few of them on the floor. When Kiki smirked at her mother, Cheryl simply grinned. “Well,” she said, “I don’t like my movies interrupted.” Before starting the movie, both girls decided to make themselves comfortable and changed into their nightgowns. After slipping off her wet and stained panties, Kiki made a bold decision to leav

Dear Wet Carpet, I was spending time with some friends a few weeks ago. There were six of us at my friend Maureen's house, having some drinks and talking about our lives before jobs, kids, and husbands. Then Maureen hit us with a loaded question. "What is the naughtiest thing you have ever done?" I blushed right away because I already didn't want to answer the question. Rhoda shared a story about having sex on a tour bus. Carol followed with stealing a purse from the mall. When the question got to me, I said, "Pass," and everyone groaned. I still refused. "Well, we'll come back to yo

Dear Wet Carpet, I have been a lurker on your site for a few weeks now. One of my friends recommended your site after I had an accident while out shopping with her and admitted to her that it actually felt nice. I'm not really a wetter, like a lot of the other women who post on here. But sometimes when I have to pee I hold it as long as I can, sometimes almost too long, and then when I go I go a lot and the strong squirt of my pee excites me. A little while ago I read a post from a woman who peed all over her carpet all through her house because she was replacing it and because she was h

After hours of window-shopping and girl talk, Cheryl finally took Kiki to her favorite clothing store. They were in the dressing room, trying on different outfits, when Kiki felt an oncoming urge to pee again. “You’ll never believe this, Mom, but I have to pee again.” Cheryl smiled eloquently to show that she could believe it. “Well, hold on,” she said. “Let’s check this place out, first.” She cracked the door to the fitting room a little and peeked out. There was a long hallway that crooked to the left at the end and Cheryl did not see anyone nearby. She was also delighted to see that the

Dear Wet Carpet, I almost got myself in a serious bind this week. I work in a busy office building where people are always coming and going. Since I am a supervisor, I have a large and somewhat more secluded cubicle. But still, people are dropping by my desk often, dropping stacks of papers or asking questions or delivering a message from somebody on the phone. When we get really busy, I rarely have time to leave my desk. As the hours tick by my bladder fills up, especially after two cups of coffee and some water. The bathroom is a little ways from my office and sometimes I barely make it,

It was lunch, so the two of them stood in line patiently at Subway, smirking at the cardboard cutout of Jared holding his old gigantic pants. They both ordered six-inch clubs and large diet drinks and sat at a table near the waterfall. Kiki smiled at the light splashes from the falls tapping against her ankles. The sensation made her have to pee and her smile grew bigger as she felt her bladder filling up gradually. “Okay,” her mother said, “remember when I told you I didn’t want you peeing in public without me?” Kiki nodded. “Let me tell you a story about when I was your age.” When Cheryl

Dear Wet Carpet, The other night I wet my bed for the first time. I didn't really mean to, at first, but I think I may have started something I really enjoy. I've been battling a sickness lately that I won't bore you with details of, but one of the requirement is to make sure I drink plenty of water because my medication can make me dehydrated. Of course this means I also have to pee a lot. I've had to run to the bathroom on more than one occasion and my doctor even wrote a note to my boss letting him know I may need to go to the bathroom a lot. The other night I had filled up with two b

Dear Wet Carpet, For as long as I can remember, I have been a bed wetter. I remember my parents struggled to potty train me and eventually gave up and bought me training pants and a mattress protector. Now as an adult, I continue to wet the bed. But over the years I accepted my wetting so confidently that I now pee whenever and wherever I feel the urge. I wear skirts or dark pants and if I need to pee I make sure I am in a discrete place and just let go. At home I usually step to a place that is uncarpeted or sit in my leather recliner and empty my bladder. Except when I am in my bed, of c

“We’re going to have a good day,” her mother said, as the two of them were getting dressed. They had both enjoyed warm showers where each admitted afterwards to peeing boldly into the tub while scrubbing their bodies. “I’m going to take you clothes shopping,” her mother said, confidently. Kiki wondered if there were other intentions besides shopping, but she did not say. Cheryl chose a knee-high black skirt and gorgeous light blue blouse that accentuated her perfect breasts. Kiki had always been envious of her mother’s breasts and hoped that she would eventually inherit the blessing. “You sh

Dear Wet Carpet, There seem to be a lot of stories on here about girls wetting themselves at home or at a friend's house or peeing in a place where they are given permission to pee. I personally prefer discretion when I pee. It is the secretive act of wetting my panties or soaking my chair without anyone noticing that turns me on. Like many of the wetters on this board, I wear skirts as often as I can. If not skirts, then black tights or spandex will do. If I am out and I have to pee, I often find a discrete place to stand with my legs together and I let go, filling my panties with warm pe

Dear Wet Carpet, I know your magazine deals mostly with carpet wetting (hence the name) but there have been so many submissions about wetting of all sorts that I wanted to share my story. I am a competitive swimmer. Now before you roll your eyes and think, "Everybody's peed in the pool," hear me out. There is a lot that goes on with girls on a swim team that you might not be aware of. For starters, our practices are brutal. We slip on our one-piece suits and may spend hours in the pool, swimming laps, working on our dives, doing relays. Our coach, Mrs. Ingram, doesn't allow any breaks.

When Kiki awoke, her first thought was, I’ve really got to pee. She rolled over on her side and reluctantly stared at the floor of her room. The bathroom was so far and she was still spinning from the heaviness of sleep. A cool dampness on her thighs reminded her of her evening pleasures and she smiled. I’m already wet, she thought, I might as well just go. Still lying on her side, she let loose of her hold on her bladder. She licked her lips as immediately warm urine hissed loudly from between her legs. Her eyes closed, she relished the tender wetness as it fell from her urethra and down he

Dear Wet Carpet, I recently bought an apartment that used to be part of an industrial complex, like a factory or something that the owners turned into a set of apartments. I liked the place right away because it has a sort of edgy, artsy look to it. The floors in my section of the building are concrete. The realtor said I could always put carpet down, but I haven't yet. And I'm not sure if I will. My first night in the apartment, I was sitting in the front room where my couch, love seat, recliner, and TV are. I was laying back on the couch, reading, when I had to pee. I kept reading until

Thanks everybody for your comments. Look forward to more posts as I am bringing my stories from PS to here! I also plan to pen some new ones.

Dear Wet Carpet, I blame my roommate Sheila for starting (or rather restarting) a bad habit. The other night we were sitting in the living room after coming in from a long day at work. Sheila flopped down on the floor and groaned to show her exhaustion. "Ugh, today sucked," she said. "I know, right." I relaxed on the couch and stretched out, feeling the soreness in my legs. Sheila rolled over on her stomach and buried her face in her arms. "I just want to lay right here and never move again." I laughed. "You have to get up sometime." "Nope, gonna stay right here forever." "Didn't

Dear Wet Carpet, They warned me, but I didn't listen. This was the first year some friends and I got to travel to New York City to watch the ball drop in Times Square. We arrived early, around 2:00 in the afternoon. At that point, all of the restaurants and shops were open so if any of us had to pee, some of the group would hold out spot as the rest found a bathroom. Once the crowds started gathering, though, it got to be harder and harder to shuffle through hundreds, then thousands of people to get to the nearest bathroom. It was me, my friend Sadie, her sister Kara, and Kara's best fri

This is a spin-off of my Evenings at the Diner story that follows Kiki and her mother, who has secrets of her own when it comes to peeing. Hope you enjoy it. There will be more to come. It was long talk that passed into the evening. Kiki had thought that she would be grossed out or uncomfortable, but instead she felt a great deal of sympathy for her mother as she explained. It was a story that went all the way back to before Kiki was born. "After your father and I got divorced… things changed. The day he left, I was three months pregnant with you, I just lay in bed and cried and cried. I w

Dear Wet Carpet, First of all I want to say how big a fan I am of your site. I read stories every day and sometimes I get a little moist thinking about some of the things members have done. I finally decided to write my own story. It may be a little long, but I think it's perfect for your site. I share a room with my sister because about a week ago she found out that her husband had been cheating on her. Their house was in his name, so she packed her stuff and moved out. I have a small one bedroom apartment, but I invited her to stay with me until she could find a place of her own. I don't