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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

Dear Wet Carpet, I recently moved out of my parents' house and got my own apartment. It is a small one-bedroom deal with a living room, kitchen/dining room, and one bathroom. It's not much, but I'm proud of it and trust me, it was time to move out. I guess I went a little wild, though, after getting my own place. I woke up the first morning and really had to pee. I tossed and turned, trying to shut my eyes against the sunlight creeping in my window. The bathroom was right across the hall, so it wouldn't have taken me long to get there. The problem is once I'm up it's really hard to get bac

Dear Wet Carpet, I just want to say that you learn a lot about a friend when you spend the night at their house for the first time. I stayed with my friend a few nights ago. She lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment in town. I hadn't seen her in a while and after a quick phone call we agreed that I should come over for some drinks and spend the night at her place. When I arrived, she greeted me with a big hug. The wine and glasses was already out on the table in her front room, which was a big room with a couch, love-seat, recliner, two tables, and an entertainment center with big scree

Part Two: Kiki Behind the Bar Kiki smiled as she scooted the five-dollar bill across the bar, into her hand and slipped it into her pocket. She loved evenings like this, when the sea of customers did not stop and the tips kept pouring in. It was a non-stop boost of energetic chaos and Kiki loved it. She had always been a hyperactive girl, keeping busy with sports and outdoor activities. She was proud of her nearly six-foot-tall physique and athletic body. Unlike some other tomboys her age, she had pretty decent sized breasts, too that were just big enough to impress the boys and were made

Part One: Long Nights Karen knew this was going to be a long night when she pulled her car up and saw the army of cars filling the diner parking lot. She hated being late, but recently found it harder and harder to get to work on time. She snuck through the door, intending to slip past her boss. "Bit late again, Karen." His stern voice assured her failure. "You've got five minutes or you're out." She quickened her pace and slipped into the employee bathroom. The customer bathroom was larger and would have made it easier to change, but employees were not allowed to use it. So, she struggled

Dear Wet Carpet, I just found your site after a friend recommended it to me. My wetting habits started out of my own laziness, to be honest. I was sitting in my living room in a chair my parents bought for me at a yard sale when I bought my new house. It's an ugly dark brown recliner, but wow is it ever comfortable. When I'm in the living room I spend most of my time there relaxing in that chair, reading a book or watching t.v. That's what I was doing one evening, watching a very intense episode of The Walking Dead, when my bladder sent the familiar signal that I needed to pee soon. It w

More, more, MORE! That was a great installment, alfresco. If possible, I would love to hear more from Nicola.

Hot stuff, buddy. Well done.

Read them before on PS, but that didn't make them any less hot the second time! You should check out my new stuff on here that I didn't post on PS. Especially the Her Place series.

Very hot story. Thank you, Steve. Sure beats the usual "evil stepmother" stories.

That was both believable and sexy. Well done, as always.

WARNING: This story contains content that some reader may consider incestuous as a daughter catches her mother having sex and becomes very aroused. If this offends you, please do not read any further. I am probably one of the luckiest girls in the world. My parents are very wealthy and if I mentioned their name you would probably recognize it immediately. Growing up, I was a very spoiled little girl. If I wanted something, my parents bought it (within the realm of reason and possibility, of course). We had our own housekeeping staff who did all of the chores no matter how messy. Even as a

I need more! That was really hot. Tell you what, I'll write another story if you continue this one. Any requests?

Awesome. Thank you.

Man, I wish I could afford some of your bedwetting clips. So beautiful.

I don't know how many of your readers live alone, but I can say from experience that it is awesome. I usually wake up most mornings and I can feel the familiar pressure in my bladder. Without moving from however I'm laying I let my pee go with a deep, pleasurable sigh. Since I sleep naked most of the time, my pee splashes all over my bare legs and warms my crotch. I love the feeling of my warm flow as it soaks into the covers and sheets. Sometimes this soothes me right back to sleep, but usually I need to get up and get ready for work. I strip the bed, toss the sheets and covers on the flo

Kevin, this is a fictional story. I probably should have said that at the beginning. And I would love to see that video. Do you have a link? I may just google it.

Last night my wife surprised me and I know it has opened a new chapter in our sex life. It had been a really long day for both of us, working ten hour shifts and then when we got home we needed to do some spring cleaning so we got started on that. By the time we were done, it was getting dark and it was obvious we were both exhausted. My wife went to take shower. "Can I join you?" I asked. She smiled and we raced each other to the bathroom. We fooled around a little bit in the shower and when I started reaching a point when I couldn't keep from touching her and pressing my body closer to h