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Hi everyone, Name's Victoria and I'm a woman 29 years of age. I don't go out drinking quite as much as when I was still a student, but occasionally I'll have a drink (maybe more than one) with a colleague. Nevertheless, I've certainly done my fair share of weeing in public. Most of this was in my student days, obviously, but I'm definitely not too much of a prude now to nip into a dark corner if the need arises! A girl's gotta go! I can hold it for quite a while, though - large bladder I suppose - but over the years I've found this means I have a tendency to skip the toilet before heading ho

Great story! I really like this scenario... Running late for a meeting, her bladder aching for relief after the long drive (and being stuck in traffic hence the late part?). She just manages to park her car when she realises she is on the verge of losing control. It being her first time in this building, she has no idea where she might find the toilets, and she's already running late! "What am I going to do?", she thinks just before spotting the stairwell door. Hesitantly, she enters it but not before making sure there's nobody around to see her. She gets up on the landing between floo

Dear Wet Carpet I'm Vanessa, 29 years old and working in an office environment. Recently a few colleagues and I had to attend a series of meetings a fair bit of driving away, and the company that we work for paid for a set of hotel rooms. It was one of those hotels that also specializes in renting out conference rooms for meetings and the likes, but also regular rooms with the meeting rooms being situated on the lower floors. Most of the meetings we had to attend were elsewhere, though, but we did have one scheduled at the hotel. Anyway, we had two rooms on the 14th floor; one for my fe

Hello, I haven't posted in a long time. I have a bunch of stories going that I never finished, but am working my way through. This is a new one. As always, this is entirely fictional and any resemblance to real persons or real events are entirely coincidental. __________________________________________________________________________ This is a story that took place a couple of years ago and it is something that has stayed with me for quite a while. I was working at an estate agency (still am) and in those particular days, I had been spending a lot of time giving tours of one particular h

Great stories. Really looking forward to more, especially with the possibility of an opposing team discovering the lack of facilities :biggrin: I also really enjoyed the third installment. Kinda makes you wonder how they might deal with toilet breaks in large garden centers where the toilets could be a good walk away. The compost area makes so much sense. I can just imagine one of the women heading out there with garden waste and also enjoying a well-needed pee after staying busy in the center all morning :biggrin:

Part 5 The following day Sharon and Jenny went to the library as planned. The library was composed of two floors with books in addition to a basement that housed computers for public use. On this day, the entire library seemed relatively deserted. There was the odd person here and there, sitting comfortable in the cushiony chairs and couches spread throughout the building, their minds engorged in some book. A little unsure of where to actually look for books on the subject of sexual fetishism, Jenny spoke up. "Got any idea of where to begin? Maybe we should ask someone." "What? No!

Part 4 It had been a few weeks since both girls had confessed their love of peeing in places out of the ordinary and both "celebrating" with a long, desperately-needed pee all over the carpet in Sharon's living room. Since then, they hadn't talked much about it - well, aside from the night and day that followed where Jenny told Sharon about her recent dream-experience of naughty peeing. After that there hadn't really been much time for it. Work had been busy in the week or two that followed, but they did manage to share an experience together - at work. It had been a really busy day, both

Part 3 The next morning Sharon awoke to a familiar feeling in her abdomen. She had to pee. Rising from her bed, she realized she was still wearing her bra, but aside from that, she was completely naked. As she began making her way to the bathroom for her regular morning shower, she recalled the events of last night. As she did, she passed through the living room where she had enjoyed a very naughty pee on the carpet just hours earlier. Sharon noticed a damp spot on the carpet, but there was no noticeable smell or any stain. "Might as well just let it dry on its own", she thought. Shar

Part 2: Jenny's night and morning Jenny woke up in the middle of the night to one of her favourite feelings; a full bladder. Something about it just got her all excited. A second later, she realised she was peeing. Quickly ceasing her flow, she moved her hand to feel for any wetness. At the same time, she discovered that she was completely naked; she had gone to bed naked following the experiences from a few hours earlier. Jenny felt some tiny drops on her thighs, and moved her hand and noticed the sheet under her was a little damp. She must have shut her flow almost immediately after starti

Hello, I originally posted this story on another forum. It's divided into 5 parts that I posted throughout last year. ___________________________________________________________________________ Jenny and Sharon Discover the Joys of Naughty Peeing Part 1 Sharon, a gorgeous blonde with brown eyes, worked as a waitress in a restaurant a couple of minutes walk from her apartment. Her friend and colleague, Jenny, a stunning brunette also with brown eyes, often got together for a ‘girl’s night’ where they would often end up watching something they found on Netflix. On this particular day,

Hi there! "Andrea" here again. I wrote in a few months ago about how I peed in several places in my old apartment. What a great naughty thrill that was! It also happened to be my first time peeing in such a naughty place having previously only gone in a dark alley at night, the shower - and the toilet of course. I ended my previous letter by saying I strongly considered christening my new apartment with my pent-up pee. Well, sorry to disappoint, but I haven't actually done that yet (I'm too scared of the clean-up). My new apartment has carpeted floor in the majority of the rooms with the k

Hi there. I originally wrote this a while back for the 'Wet Carpet Magazine'-thread on another forum (as many other stories here are from). I recently re-read it and decided it was time with a follow-up letter from "Andrea". It might be a little long relative to how much peeing actually takes place, but I hope it doesn't detract too much from the concept. Hopefully you'll enjoy it regardless. Thanks. __________________________________________ I'm Andrea (actually I'm not - not putting my real name on here!), a single woman in her 30s, and I recently landed a high-paying job in the "bet

Hello everyone! This is my first post and story on this new forum that I was referred to by another member here. This is also a new story of mine, but I have a couple of other ones that I posted on another forum, and I'm guessing I'll post them here too eventually. Anyway, this story is written in the form of a letter to a certain fictional 'pee magazine' that some of you may be familiar with from this certain other forum. I hope it's not too long (wow, it actually ended up way longer that I anticipated...) Enjoy! Disclaimer: All of this is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real p