Wet Carpet magazine

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Hillary and I am the landlady of a number of rental properties left to me by my late husband. I'm in my late 40s now, but still have a kinky streak which I usually keep well hidden. I suppose I should say I am into pissing, but you've probably guessed that already since I obviously read this magazine.

Well I was browsing some pee porn in an idle moment and came across some amateur pics of ladies peeing here and there. But when I came across a pic of a young blonde girl in her 20s squatting and peeing on the living room carpet with a grin, my eyes almost popped out of my head! Because I recognised her immediately as Helen, one of my tenants! And the carpet she was pissing on was the one in the flat she was renting from me! My fucking carpet, in other words!

I guess I should have been pissed off. But to be honest I was also more than a little turned on by the knowledge.

Anyway, an idea came to me, so I decided to confront her - my smartphone containing the evidence in my possession. When I showed it to her she didn't know what to say or do and looked rather embarrassed. That's when I surprised her with all the "I'm not bothered" spiel, which she struggled to get her head round. And that's when I made my move, saying I'd prove it to her. I unzipped my trousers and lowered them and my knickers as I popped a squat right there in her living room before  her astonished and speechless gaze. And yes, I peed right there on the carpet, a fucking enormous torrent. I'd made sure of that by deliberately drinking loads of coffee before visiting.  In mid flow I smiled at her and chuckled. "I needed that!" And carried on, peeing for what seemed like ages. Made a massive mess on the carpet, haha.

When I was done I pulled my trousers up and promptly turned to leave, laughing over my shoulder, "I told you I'm not bothered!"

And just left the piss-soaked carpet for her to deal with.

What a rush, lol.

Hillary

 

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Dear Wet Carpet

I think you might like to hear about this one. 

After a few too many drinks and other illicit substances one night, my friend Steph and I ended up back at this guy's place. And...not really sure how this idea came about....he wanted us to pee on his bed. Well, Steph and I thought it would be a bit of a laugh, too off our faces to really have any qualms. And it wasn't our bed anyway. 

So we both ended up naked from the waist down, and squatting side by side upon his bed as he watched us with a grin. And we were pissing there, laughing as we did it. Must surely have ruined the mattress. The bed was covered in piss by the time we were done.

We then just climbed off and high fived each other.

Looking back, I still can't believe we did that, lol

Kelly.

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Dear Wet Carpet

I'm an attractive lady in my early 40s. This is me......

I'm currently dating this guy who loves having me get up and pee on this glass table whilst he lays underneath watching. I've always kind of had a thing about peeing on floors and stuff, so I actually love doing this. It's such a thrill to just pee somewhere outrageous on purpose. Ladies aren't supposed to do such things which is why it's such fun. Anyway, he has a large glass dining room table in his dining room, and that's where he likes me to pee. I am usually still pissing strongly when it starts flowing off the sides onto his bloody carpet hahaha. It's so naughty and such a turn on to deliberately carry right on peeing even when it is splashing down on the carpet like that. 

Afterwards I just leave the cleaning up to him, but I don't think he bothers when it comes to the pee on the carpet. But it's his carpet so that's up to him.

And talking of carpets, a couple of times when I've been sleeping over at his place, he has had me pee on his bedroom carpet right beside his bed! Outrageously naughty!

I love this guy, haha

Emily

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Dear Wet Carpet

This is me, an attractive blonde in my early 30s.......

I work as the personal assistant for a wealthy tycoon, but I get bucket loads of extra cash for a little something I do for the pleasure of him and his wife. Basically, they like watching me pee all over the place in their mansion, the more outrageous the location the better! I've been a highly respectable lady all my life, so just letting my hair down like this, and peeing wherever the heck I feel like - floors, carpets, tables, beds, furniture - is just so liberating, a lot of fun, and it turns me on doing it. It's very erotic actually to just totally abandon all notions of respectable decorum and  be a dirty cow who pisses all over the place on purpose, lol.

They have this plush, ultra-expensive carpet in their large living room, and it's such a rush to just pop a squat right there and pee on it.  It's also a lot of fun to get up and pee all over someone's bed as they watch you. And stuff like that. Getting up and peeing on a table, or peeing  all over the kitchen floor, or all over the sofa on purpose is such a naughty thrill. And yeah, I've even done the wall as urinal thing, standing naked from the waist down in their living room facing the wall, and peeing against the expensive wallpaper.

I love my little pissy visits to my bosses' mansion.

One time they had me pee on their dining room table in front of a number of cheering and laughing invited guests. I think even I only did that so willingly and eagerly because of all the champagne they'd let me drink, lol. But it was fun.

Elisabeth

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Dear Wet Carpet

I'm 50 now but still very sexy and glamorous - or so the guys keep telling me. But here I am. You can judge for yourselves......

Anyway, I have lived a highly respectable life, never really done anything outrageous or bad or shocking. I got married, had kids, had a good career with a pharmaceutical company. The kids have grown up and flown the nest now. Sex with my husband was pretty conventional but nevertheless satisfying enough - until he ran off with his secretary. We divorced a couple of years ago. Since then I've had the occasional brief fling but just don't feel like being committed to anyone. And I began to occasionally do something I'd never done before - browse online looking for porn or erotica for inspiration to get myself off. And sometimes I found some pretty weird shit, I can tell you - and learned that on the internet there really is something for everyone.

Well I was somewhat discomfited when I stumbled across a vid of some lady - and I'll use the word "lady" most loosely because she didn't look like no lady doing what she was doing, lol. Because she was apparently enjoying having a piss on her kitchen floor! I'd never seen anything like it, nor ever thought about such things before. But it was actually turning me on, which didn't sit easily with my highly respectable self image. I tried to set it aside but kept being drawn back to that kind of imagery - pics, vids and literature featuring girls peeing everywhere. And it became the kind of stuff I regularly got myself off on. I envied the girls who got to enjoy doing these things, yet at the same time felt rather ashamed.  And it really was strange how it was girls I was interested in seeing doing this stuff rather than guys.

Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I enjoyed this stuff. Was only fantasy after all. No one else need ever know and it was not as if I'd ever done anything dirty or disrespectful myself. I even discovered and subscribed to this magazine.

And that was a real eye-opener, reading all the confessions from ladies into peeing everywhere. Who - unlike me - had actually done this stuff for fun before writing letters telling us all about it. I so envied them, yet clung to my self image as a decent and respectable lady. Ladies like me do not go around peeing everywhere like drunken teenagers. And yet my desire to be naughty has been growing and I have for a long time now secretly wanted so much just to piss somewhere outrageous for fun.

Well I was away in Germany on a business trip a few days ago and staying in a hotel......and finally on my last night there I gave in to my naughty desires after a few drinks. And it was such a liberation, no longer being restrained by my prim and proper self image. I basically pulled the wardrobe away from the wall to expose the carpet underneath, then squatted over it. And peed. And it was such a turn on, the whole hissy sound, the muffled splashing, the growing puddle, just deliberately peeing right there on the carpet when the en suite toilet was only feet away. And I created such a large puddle as well. With a satisfied grin I then pulled the wardrobe back into place to hide the evidence, lol. Had no trouble getting myself off that night.

And in the midst of typing that confession in my living room I felt the increasingly urgent desire to pee and had the naughtiest of ideas. Why bother going all the way upstairs to the bathroom? Why not take inspiration from your readers' letters? And so I have just lowered my casual wear jeans and panties and squatted right there in the middle of my own living room. And I've just done this enormous, golden-hued, piss right there on the fucking carpet! And I'm looking at the massive puddle right now as I type! I can't believe I've just done that! Yes,  Mrs Respectable Lady herself has just deliberately peed on her own living room carpet for fun!

I think you guys have corrupted me!

Heartfelt thanks for that, by the way, lol.

Sara

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Dear Wet Carpet.

Just a brief confession from me. And since there appears to be a new trend for ladies to post pics of themselves, this is me.....

Last night I was out nightclubbing and I let this guy pick me up and take me back to his place. Kind of a one night stand thing. Well of course we ended up fooling around on his bed, but after a time I realised that I needed to pee. I told him this as I got up off the bed, heading towards the door to visit his bathroom. That's when he said he wanted to watch. And I thought "Sure, why not?" Wouldn't have been the first guy who'd ever watched me pee. But instead of getting up to accompany me into the bathroom, he just pointed towards the middle of the room and told me to do it right there!

I laughed, "Are you serious? Right there on the fucking carpet?" The whole notion seemed amusing to me.

But he reiterated that he wanted me to do it there - and it was his carpet and not mine so I probably wouldn't be seeing it again. And I do become an "anything goes" kind of girl after a few drinks sometimes. So I did it. I squatted down in the middle of his bedroom and peed on the carpet. I actually got a bit of a kick out of just peeing there like that. Was fun.

In fact, when I woke up in the morning before leaving him still sleeping in bed, on the way out I detoured into his living room and peed on the carpet in there too, lol. Made a massive and very obvious puddle. Enjoyed that as well. How appreciative he would have been when he woke up and found it is rather less certain, lol.

Was tempted to wake him up by pissing on him instead, but he might have objected, haha

Melissa

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Dear Wet Carpet

Four of us girls - all young office workers in our 20s working for local government - have just returned from two weeks in Spain. And out there we had lots to drink and got pretty wild. And ok, in line with the apparent recent trend, here are pics of us......

This is me, Rochelle.....

 

And these were my three companions. Melissa, Hayleigh, and Chantelle.......

 

We arrived back in our hotel after our first night out, rather drunk, and got lost, unable to find our rooms. Unfortunately for us - but fortunately for your readers, lol - we were growing ever more desperate to pee, and eventually decided that we couldn't wait. Mel suggested that we should do it right there on the carpet in the corridor. It was late and almost no one was around. And so in our drunkenness we all decided that it would be a laugh to do it.

And so, all four of us were soon squatting in the corridor and pissing right there on the carpet on purpose, pissing loads as well. Was a good laugh but I think we all tacitly agreed that we got a buzz out of it. It was kind of a thrill to drop the respectable façade, and just pee all over the place like that.

We did eventually find our rooms of course, and had no problems of getting lost on subsequent nights. But this didn't stop us from peeing all over the carpet in this or that corridor anyway, just for fun. It became our "thing", something we ended our nights out with, our trademark speciality, lol. 

And drinking holidays for young people in sunny Spain being what they are, we often had guys coming back with us. But we peed on the corridor carpets anyway right in front of them. And not one objected - they pretty much all just enjoyed the show, lol. And some of them joined in. It was fun watching some guy get his dick out and piss on the carpet or against the wall.

Towards the end of our stay, leaflets were left in guests' hotel rooms. I brought one home as a personal souvenir, lol. This is what it says......

"It has come to our attention that some guests are urinating on the carpets in the corridors. This is not only expensive to clean up, but unpleasant for other guests. Would those responsible please cease. Anyone caught will be charged full costs of damage repair and clean up. Thank you."

We chuckled guiltily at this, being sober when we first read it. We'd never behave that way at home. Unlike some of your readers, we don't piss on our own or each other's carpets and furniture. Well, having said that, there was this one guy I was seeing who got me to piss on his bedroom carpet a few times....but that's another story, lol. I love reading about those daring girls here who really do piss everywhere without giving a fuck, though.

Anyway, once drunk our guilt kind of vanished and we just laughed about it. When we got back to our hotel that night - no guys with us this time - we laughingly joked about how we were not allowed to pee on the carpet anymore, whereupon Hayleigh laughed, "Well, we'll just have to piss against the wall then!"

And within moments she was stood facing that corridor wall, legs slightly parted, front of her short skirt lifted, knickers pulled aside, and peeing against the wall like a fucking guy! It was funny as fuck! And of course, we all joined in too, four girls stood facing the wall in the hotel corridor, and pissing against it. Of course, most of it ended up on the carpet anyway....hahaha.

And we never did get caught!

Rochelle

 

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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 female colleague and I, and one for the two male colleagues. On our last night there, where we'd finished the meeting early, we decided to go out for dinner at a nice restaurant as opposed to the pizza and other fast food we'd had the other days (long meetings). Anyway, the dinner is not important, but let it be said that we had a bit wine (not too much, though, but enough to get me slightly tipsy). Well, we had to be out of the hotel by 9 o'clock the following morning so by the time the clock struck 11 we decided we'd better start heading back.

We arrived back in the hotel lobby around 11:30 whereupon my female colleague and one of the males decided to use the restrooms in the lobby. I would've done so too, but they were all occupied and the ones that weren't, seemed to be in the process of being cleaned. Anyway, this left the one male colleague (let's call him John) and I to decide we'd just ride the elevator up.

I was starting to really need a pee so I was hoping for smooth ride up, but someone called the elevator at the 5th floor, but as the doors opened, no one appeared to be there. 

"Oooh", I squealed and crossed my legs and buckled over slightly, "I really have to pee". Normally I don't think I would've shown my desperation like that, but the wine had an effect both on my mind and certainly bladder.

At the same moment, two guys came running around the corner further down, possibly having gotten fed up with waiting for the elevator and left to use the stairs, but had just managed to hear it open.

"Looks like there's a restroom there", John pointed to a door about 30 feet from the elevator. Immediately, I hurried out of the elevator just before the two other guys entered.

"See you tomorrow! Good night", John called out as the elevator doors closed.

I dashed towards the door and immediately opened it.

It wasn't a restroom. It was a sort of walk-in closet for coats and jackets. I recalled what floor I was on and figured it was for business people to hang their clothes while attending meetings in the conference rooms. I closed the door again and frantically looked around, trying to spot any other doors that could house a restroom, but there were none in sight.

I was doing a slight pee dance now. As soon as I'd stepped out of the elevator, my need to pee had increased significantly from the anticipation of relief being seconds away. I took a few hasty steps and rounded the corner of the corridor, leading me further in, hoping to find something, but as the first couple of doors became visible, I realized that they were marked as conference rooms. Defeated, I turned around and headed back towards the elevator, hoping I could make it down to the lobby and use the toilet there.
As I walked, another strong urge to pee hit me and my eyes happened to dart over the closet door again, sparking an idea in my mind. "Maybe I can just..." I thought in my desperate and still slightly tipsy state. In and out in no time and no one would have to know. I looked around, wanting to make sure I wasn't being watched by any cameras. When I didn't see any, I stepped forward to the door, tugged on the handle and opened it quietly. I looked over my shoulder, just to make sure I was completely alone. Could I really do something like this? As I stood there, cross-legged with my hand on the door handle, my bladder gave another nag, signalling for me to just get it over with and pee already. This was the encouragement I needed and I stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind me.

As soon as I took the first step, the light went on in the room and I saw a rack of coats positioned horizontally in front of me. On each side of the rack there was space to walk and I began moving further into the room. I counted four racks in total as I walked on the plush red carpet which was present throughout most of the hotel. I decided I'd gone far enough and I ducked into the aisle between the second and third rack just enough to make sure I was hidden in case anyone were to open the door. Then I carefully dropped my purse to the side and pulled on the hem of my tightly-fitting gray dress, eventually hooking my thumbs into the sides of my lace black panties and pulling them down as I squatted low, inches away from the carpet.

"Ah", I let out an audible sigh and less than a second later, a hefty slightly forward-shooting stream burst forth and splashed noisily on the plush carpet which was quickly starting to absorb it.

"When you gotta go", I thought to myself, enjoying the relief of an emptying bladder, as I thought about where I was. Peeing on the carpet in a coat closet? My god, Vanessa...

The wet spot was beginning to spread further as the one spot had become too saturated with my pee, but I still wasn't done.

The soft hissing and splashing sounds continued in the silence of the room and for just a short moment, I almost forgot where I was as I sat there simply enjoying the relief. Finally, I was all relieved and I did a quick little shake before pulling up my panties, standing up and finishing by straightening out my dress.

"Phew", I sighed again. That felt good and there was a lot of pee. Clearly a close one.

I regret not taking a picture of the puddle now, but let me tell you that it was certainly there. The deep red color of the carpet did a good job of hiding it, but if you got close, you could tell something was amiss. I can imagine someone walking right on top of the soaked spot would be able to tell it was wet, but it was late in the evening, so I think at least some of it would've dried before anyone would have stepped in.

I hurried out of the closet and made my way to the elevator, possibly very red-faced. Fortunately I didn't run into anyone.

As I walked into the hotel room, my female colleague, who had managed to return from the lobby in the time I was gone, asked me where I'd been since she thought John and I went straight up.

"Someone called the elevator on the fifth floor and I decided I really had to to get off and use the restroom", I giggled nervously, but I don't think she noticed.

In the days that followed, I was desperately fearing being called into my boss' office to explain what I had done at the hotel and why we were receiving an extra bill for cleaning.

But as the days passed, with nothing happening whatsoever, I began to relax.

At least now I know what to do if I ever find myself caught short at that hotel again!

Vanessa

Edited August 27, 2017 by somedood123

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Dear Wet Carpet,

This one is slightly off topic as it doesn't involve carpets, but there are some soft furnishings involved, so I'm hoping that you'll still enjoy reading about my experience.

I am a 36 year old lady who travels a lot in the local area meeting clients for my work in sales.   As you can appreciate, I don't feel it very professional to ask to use a client's toilet whilst I am trying to sell to them.  Therefore, I improvise a lot and have found a good few places in the area where I can take a quick pee if the need arises.

This particular time, I had come out of a client's premises already needing to pee.  I stopped at a place that sells sheds - it is a great place when I need a pee as there are lots of quiet corners and hidden places in amongst the sheds, so I do stop there quite regularly.   Anyway, this time, I went up the access steps and round the path towards the back, avoiding the sales office.   I was feeling a bit naughty and having read some of the accounts on here  gave me a bit of inspiration so I decided that rather than peeing behind or between sheds, I could actually pee INSIDE one of the sheds.   I found a suitable shed which was up on a terrace, had a window that looked out over the approaching path and had two garden chairs inside; the ones with the showerproof soft cushions.  

I checked nobody was around and nipped inside.   I undid my smart business trousers and slid them and my black knickers down to my knees.   I sat my bare bum onto one of the seats and relaxed.   My pee didn't hesitate but burst forth onto the cushion.  It pooled between my legs, the showerproof material initially resisting the torrent.  The puddle increased in depth until it was sufficient to run off the front of the cushion and pour onto the bare wooden floor of the shed.  I continued to pee like that for about 40 seconds with a waterfall running off the front of the cushion and the warmth of the pool seeping underneath my bum and legs.  A sizeable lake spread across the floor.  When I was finally done, I stood up and swiped most of the excess liquid off my legs and bum cheeks with my hand, flicking it across the floor.  I pulled up my knickers which immediately became damp from the remaining wee on my body.  I pulled up my trousers and felt them sticking slightly to the dampness on the backs of my legs.

I turned and observed the large dark puddle on the light cream cushion, gradually soaking in through the fabric (showerproof means exactly that - not capable of withstanding a deluge and standing puddles).   The floor of the shed was awash with my lake.  I quickly exited the shed and walked confidently back down the path and out to my car to continue my calls for the day, enjoying the dampness of my knickers and the fact that the clients that I was seeing had no idea of what I had been up to earlier.

I'm sure I'll be back at that shed place again soon.   

Keep it wet,

Michelle.

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I am not big on writing so forgive me if this is one of the shorter letters. Me and my sister Nicola are erotic nude models. Most guys think we look stunning. Hope so, cos it's what pays the bills.

This is me....

 

And this is my older sister, Nicola......

 

Well, we have this close male friend who has helped us out a lot lately. And he has a thing about women peeing, and introduced us to this magazine actually. You see, we are a pretty open minded pair, and our friend knows all about the private video we performed in for this rich couple. All we actually had to do was let them film us pissing on their bed, lol. Easy money. After all, we only had to take a piss on a bed and then walk away with loads of cash. And if it's not your bed, what's the big difference between squatting and peeing on a bed and squatting and peeing in the shower or behind some bush, as most ladies on the planet have done? It's only pissing, and we all have to do it. So if someone is willing to pay top dollar just to film you doing it, why the fuck not?

Anyway, I've digressed, but that  little digression might also interest your readers so I'll leave it in.

Anyway, it was our male friend's birthday yesterday, so as a special treat we did something special for him at his place. We both did a striptease in front of him as he sat on his living room sofa enjoying the show, slowly undressing in provocatively sexual ways to the tune of some soft sounds we'd put on. And then in front of him, finally naked, we both slowly lowered ourselves into a squat side by side right there in the middle of his living room. And we peed right there on his carpet! It was awesome, and he didn't seem to mind at all! And it was pretty enjoyable for us too. There is something quite erotic about just peeing right there on the floor with total abandon. The whole thing was somehow sensually erotic, the hissing sound girls make, the sight and sound of our golden pee splashing onto the carpet, seeing it slowly seep into it as the puddles beneath us grew ever larger. And the knowledge that this was some guy's plush and expensive carpet we were deliberately pissing on just added to the thrill. And we were doing it right in front of him too! 

Without a shadow of a doubt it was the most sexually enjoyable piss I have ever had. Even better than the time a few years ago when I peed on the kitchen floor at a party for a dare.

When we finished I joked, "It was about time we christened that carpet"

Our friend chuckled, "Next time you feel a need to pee there's a bedroom carpet that needs christening too."

We both laughed at that one.

Well, I was going to end it there but after ending that previous sentence I realised I needed to pee and was feeling horny after writing this. So I paused to have a piss - right there on my own living room carpet! I can't believe I just did that, but it was awesomely good fun. Then I took a pic of the massive puddle of pee slowly soaking in and sent it to Nicola, saying, "Look what I've just done in the living room. Lol" Within moments I got this brief response, "Dirty cow. Lol"

Then I returned to my laptop and am about to click "send."

Hope you enjoy.

Mel

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I thought I was the only sexy nude model into pissing all over the place, so I very much enjoyed the recent letter from Mel and Nicola.

This is me looking my best, by the way.....

I've made good money out  of modelling pics like that. And so I own a nice big house in a nice area. But I don't want to fuck up the entire place. So I have a special room set aside - my piss room - kitted out with a plush carpet, expensive top quality furniture, top notch wallpaper, tables, basically done up top notch and first class. And whenever I feel like being naughty I go in there and just piss anywhere I feel like - on the carpet, on the table, all over the furniture, against the walls.  Sometimes I'll go an entire week without ever peeing in the loo at all, and instead just pissing all over the place in my piss room. And then I just walk away -  leaving piss all over this or soaking into that - and leave the room until the next time I feel like pissing in there. To be fair, the room stinks of piss, but I don't actually care. I only ever go in there when I want to piss all over the place some more, and when I'm done I leave and close the door behind me. Until the next time. And no one else ever goes in there or knows what I do in there - except for a very select few who share my jaded interests and sometimes join me in there. There's one guy, fir example, whose thing is to watch his wife pissing against the wall in there, lol. And then have her hold his dick while HE does it! And to be fair it is enjoyable to watch. And there is this lesbian pair whose thing is to sit upon the back of the sofa together and piss all over it. Though they are just as happy spraying the carpet with their golden showers. 

Before writing this, I'd just been in my piss room actually - and stood naked with my hands on hips doing another huge piss all over the carpet. That carpet is taking a huge amount of punishment - it fucking squelches when I walk on it - so I might need to replace it with a new one soon. Same with some of the furniture at some point. 

I admire the ladies  who write in who don't bother compartmentalising and confining it to a special room as I do, but are happy to piss all around their own houses with total abandon! And let anyone else who feels like it join in! I'd love to be one of them! If any of your readers into pissing all over the place are interested in having me join in, do get in touch! Cos I'd love to.

Natalie

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Sara. I'm 31. And I'm bisexual, though I mostly swing towards the ladies.

In my local gay bar I have just met this awesomely sexy 34 year old blonde lesbian called Amanda, who is so outrageously uninhibited when it comes to peeing. It's awesome. She has a thing about it. Secretly, so do I. I went though the common - amongst your readers at least - phase of peeing on my bedroom floor when growing up. And I love stories about ladies peeing everywhere. Love this magazine. Occasionally it has motivated me to pee on my kitchen or bathroom floors on purpose instead of using the toilet.

Well we ended up joking about the notion of peeing for fun - can't remember how we got onto the subject - but it turned out that she is a subscriber to this magazine too! And she enthused about how much fun it was just to piss anywhere without giving a fuck. At that point she reached under her table and fiddled around with her jeans then shifted forwards onto the edge of her seat. Then she grinned at me as she said, "Actually, I'm pissing right now! Take a look under the table!"

I chuckled, "Oh my god, Mandy, you're not actually......"

"Take a look under the table", she repeated with a laugh.

So I did. And there she was sitting on the front edge of her seat, jeans and panties pulled down towards her knees, muff with blonde pubes hovering over  the front edge.  And a torrent of piss was spraying from her muff and splashing down onto the carpet under the table. Fortunately, the sound was drowned out by the noisy hubbub in the bar. 

I raised my head to look at her, "Mandy, I can't believe your doing that right here! What if someone sees?"

"The risk just adds to the fun. And I've never been caught before."

"You've done it before?"

"Yeah a few times", she laughed.

I looked under the table again. She was still pissing there and the puddle was already fucking enormous and pretty obvious. 

I pointed out that there is no way that puddle wasn't going to be noticed, even after all her piss soaked into the carpet. "When they find that they'll know someone peed there and we're the only ones who have been sitting here. Aren't you bothered?"

"Nah. The landlady wouldn't say anything anyway."

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"Well put it this way. She once let me pee on the carpet at her place!"

I laughed, "Oh my god!"

I myself needed to go as well but I wasn't brave enough to pee on the carpet like that. But I did grab an empty pint glass and pee in that because it could be done a little more discretely. But when I placed the glass of piss on the table, Amanda said, "This is going on the carpet anyway!" And with that she picked up the glass and poured it onto the carpeted floor! Which we both thought funny as fuck.

Of course, I went back to her place, both of us dying for a piss by the time we arrived. The door to her flat opened straight into her kitchen with the bathroom a bit further on. As soon as the door was closed behind her she said something or other about not wanting to wait another second. She unfastened her jeans right there and lowered herself into a squat. And started gleefully pissing all over the linoleum floor. She chuckled, "I needed that."

She urged me to do the same. And so I ended up squatting in her kitchen with my jeans and panties around my knees too, both of us pissing away all over her kitchen floor with big grins of pleasure upon our faces. When we were done, she said something about cleaning that up in the morning as we both walked off and left it there.

We ended up naked together, fooling around on her bed in her bedroom. After a while she said that she needed another pee and got up off the bed. But instead of heading towards her bathroom she just strode over to the corner of her bedroom, turned to face me, and popped a squat. Then she just started pissing right there on her bedroom carpet!

"I can't believe you're doing that on your own carpet", I laughed.

"Oh I don't care. It's not the first time this carpet's ever been peed on. hahaha."

Then she told me to just pee on the floor as well. So I climbed off the bed, crouched down, and peed all over the carpet right there beside her bed. By the time we were done, her puddle in the corner and mine beside the bed were fucking massive, lol.

When we woke up this morning we did at least go to her bathroom to pee. But for a laugh we ignored her toilet that was right there and peed all over the floor together. Then just left it.

We went downstairs to make some toast and coffee, both of us still naked, and pretty much having to walk barefoot on a kitchen floor still covered in piss from the night before. "I'll mop that up this afternoon", she chuckled.

Anyway, we ended up sitting together in her living room, discussing writing a letter to send to your magazine. Amanda said she is not one for writing - or typing. Said she isn't too good at it but encouraged me to type this letter on her laptop. And that is what I am doing right now. By then we'd drank a few coffees, so she said, "Before you get going I'll just give you something extra to write about." And with that she strode into the middle of the living room, popped a squat, and started pissing right there on her own living room carpet.

I laughed, "I guess I should know better by now but I still can't believe you're doing that!"

"Oh it's not the first time I've ever peed on this carpet. And I'm not the only one either."

And that's when she told me about some straight couple she'd found on a fetish site who were into pissing and whom she'd invited to visit once. And she'd let the guy piss against the wall behind the sofa, whilst his wife squatted and peed on the living room carpet - pretty much in the same spot she herself was now pissing in, or so she said.

Just as she was finishing, with a massive puddle already soaking into the carpet, I myself popped a squat beside an armchair - she clearly didn't mind - and started pissing on the carpet myself. She walked past me with a grin as I peed and grabbed something from the cupboard. It was a photo. She showed it to me even whilst I was still squatting and pissing, and told me that this was the lady who'd peed on the floor whilst her husband sprayed the wall. The picture was of a lady in her early 40s I would guess, squatting with her dress hoisted above her waist, grinning into the camera as she peed on the very same carpet I was now pissing on. 

When I was done, I got up leaving another large puddle of piss soaking slowly into Amanda's carpet. Then I logged in and started typing this, lol

Sara

 

 

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm a 25 year old lesbian into pissing and things like that.  

I've always had this weird kink about wanting to let other girls pee in my car, and last night it finally happened. In my local gay bar I got chatting with these two older ladies in their 30s and they were willing - in fact I'd say they were eager - to indulge me.

So I led them out into the car park, and opened the back door of my car. They both removed their jeans and panties, climbed in, and popped a squat on the back seat. Then with massive grins of pleasure, they started pissing there. And they peed loads as well, totally soaking the seat, with quite a lot splashing onto the floor. I just stood there with my phone in hand, filming the action.

I enjoyed rubbing one out back home later whilst viewing the footage - after first having an enjoyable piss on my bedroom carpet.

And the car? Well, I've just left the seats to dry on their own, lol.

Michelle

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a 38 year old female school teacher, known for my high morals and excellent work ethic. People would be astonished if they knew about my interest in this magazine and the things your readers get up to. In the privacy of my own home I sometimes get a kick out of pissing on the bathroom floor on purpose, totally ignoring the toilet which is right there. Or even peeing in the kitchen, lol. 

But your superb magazine has been having a bad influence upon me. A couple of weeks ago - my inhibitions lessened by several glasses of wine - I walked right past the bathroom and into my bedroom. And I squatted down right there beside my bed. And peed on the carpet, lol. I still can't believe I did that. I am after all not a kid anymore but a respectable 38 year old woman! I do sometimes question whether a grown woman should be behaving in this way, yet I seriously envy some of the shameless and outrageous women who write into your magazine. I mean, pissing all over the place in hotel rooms, or inviting groups of friends to pee all over the carpets and furniture in their own homes? One or two of them have even been actively encouraged by their own mothers, it seems. Just totally wow! If my mum had ever caught me peeing on the carpet she'd have totally freaked out. It would not have been good, lol.

Anyway, what I really wanted to tell you about is the - for me - outrageous thing that I did in school last week. I was staying behind, alone in the classroom marking homework when I needed to pee. And I had the naughtiest idea. I went out into the girls' toilets to pee. But not in any of the cubicles. Instead I squatted in the middle of the room just in front of the sinks, and peed all over the floor! Made a massive puddle as well. And just left it there.

The inquest that occurred over the following few days was most amusing, with the headmaster speaking in ominous tones about the consequences for the young lady who thought it amusing to urinate on the floor in the girls' toilets. Naturally, everybody assumed it was one of the female pupils. Anyone with information was asked to come forward. Once or twice I had to struggle to suppress a grin. And of course, the real culprit - yours truly, a respectable 38 year old teacher no less - was never uncovered.

Well, tomorrow they're going to have something to think about, haha. Because I stayed on again this evening to mark some papers. and again decided to have some fun peeing. So I left my classroom again. But I chose not to do it in the girls' toilets this time. Instead I walked into another classroom a little along the corridor, squatted down in the corner near the back, and peed right there on the classroom floor. Another massive, yellow-tinged, puddle was the end result. And again I walked off and just left it there. The shit is going to hit the fan in school tomorrow, lol. Should be entertaining.

Monica

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet

I am not one for writing so this will be quite short. 

But I have a pleasure I want to share.

I'm Chloe, aged 21.

And to be honest with you, my bedroom stinks of pee, but I'm not bothered.

You see, I love watching my boyfriend piss against the wall. I love the sight and sound of it splashing against the wall and flowing down over the wall paper onto the carpet. And as for me, I just pee on the fucking carpet, haha. There is a patch beside my bed where I pee so often that the carpet there is permanently wet. I have a couple of friends who know this is my "thing". When they are visiting, I let them squat and piss on my bedroom carpet too.

And to be honest, not only is it usually way more convenient, but is kind of a massive turn on as well. Which is the main reason we do it.

Am I a dirty bitch or what? Hahaha

Chloe

[Alfresco 11,630]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I am 25 and fairly fit, but I do like to party and as you might guess, I enjoy peeing where I'm not supposed to pee.  I get a bit of an adrenaline rush knowing that I'm peeing where others would be shocked and that I might be discovered, but I do try to be discreet and avoid detection.

Last Friday, I was invited to a party that was held at a hotel.   There were about 50 people all getting merry and drunk.  The first couple of times in the evening, I was a good girl and went to the toilet when I needed to pee, but I did make sure that I adopted a high squat and sprinkled the seat as well as "accidentally" missing the toilet and spraying a bit on the tiled floor to the side of the toilet.  I was wearing a fairly short skirt and had "forgotten" my knickers, so it was easy to just reverse up to the toilet and let fly with my pee.  As the night wore on and people (including me) got more drunk, I decided to get more daring. 

At one point, I left the room to take a phone call and I sat on the carpeted stairs talking to a good friend.  My short skirt and lack of underwear meant that I could feel the plush carpet on my bum cheeks as I sat there on the stairs.   I needed to pee, so I thought I'd save a trip and simply allowed my pee to escape whilst I sat there.  It fell to the step below where I was sitting and splashed gently into the waiting carpet below me.  I kept my legs tightly together, so anyone in front of me wouldn't see what I was doing, but I also couldn't see what was going on below me and didn't know whether the pee was pooling or soaking in.  I didn't really care as I was enjoying my relief.  A man walked past me and up the stairs whilst I was peeing, but I didn't stop.  He may have heard a slight splashing, but I doubt it because the music from the party room was quite loud.   When I finished peeing, I continued to sit there and finished my phone call.  Then about 5 minutes later, I stood up as if nothing was unusual.  I turned briefly and saw that two steps were very damp, but I didn't worry and headed straight back to the party.  

Later on, I needed to pee again, so I knelt on the floor in a corner of the party room, going through my bag, looking for something.  I sat on my heels, but with my feet slightly apart and my knees close together.  I peed let loose with a full bladder spraying into the carpet whilst anyone looking on thought I was just looking for something in my bag.  As soon as I was finished, I stood up and moved away from the area.  There was a very damp patch, but the carpet was doing a great job of soaking it up and hiding the evidence.

Finally, at the end of the night, I thought I would pee one last time before heading home.  I slipped away from the party and went up the stairs where I found an empty conference room.  I slipped in and squatted in the corner that was to the right of the door, meaning that I would only be seen if someone actually came into the room.   lifted my skirt up and spread my legs, leaned back against the wall and sent a pressurised jet of pee forward a good couple of feet, arcing down and splashing satisfyingly onto the carpet of the room.   As the pee continued to flow, a puddle formed on top of the carpet and spread to around a foot diameter.   As my pee finally reduced in pressure, the arc dropped back towards me, leaving a lollipop shaped wet patch on the carpet.  With a few final drips, I was done.   I went and sat on one of the chairs and rubbed back and fore slightly to wipe myself, before making a quick exit from the room and indeed the hotel

Hope you enjoyed reading the experience as much as I enjoyed doing it!

Fiona.  xx

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm a married woman in my early 40s and have become something of a dirty bitch in recent years. It began a couple of years ago one night in bed with my husband when the central heating was broken and awaiting repair. I needed to pee  but it was a cold night and I moaned to my husband about having to go out into the ice cold bathroom. At least the bedroom had a portable electric heater in it. But my husband suggested that I not bother. Told me to just pee on the floor instead. I laughed, "I can't do that!"

But he told me it would be a lot more convenient and fun - and I really didn't fancy that cold bathroom - so I got out of bed and popped a squat right there beside it as my husband switched on the lamp and rolled over to enjoy the show. And then I was doing it, the hissing and splashing sounding really loud in that quiet room. I laughed at what I was doing. "I can't believe I'm doing this." But rather unexpectedly, it was seriously turning me on, just pissing on the bedroom floor like that. And hubby seemed to be enjoying the show. Seeing the mess I was making slowly soaking into the carpet as my pee kept splashing down onto it was surprisingly erotic. Being such a dirty bitch was actually proving to be a lot of fun.  By the time I was done and climbed back into bed, my husband and I giggling like kids, the puddle was seriously huge.

In the morning I mentioned having to clean it up but my hubby told me not to bother. I said, "Seriously? What about the smell?"  But he just said that he wasn't bothered if I wasn't. And so I did just fucking leave it to dry out on it's own, haha. Not that it really ever got the chance to dry out. Because I started doing it almost every night before going to bed after that, and/or in the morning after waking up, often right there beside the bed. Though sometimes I'd pee in a corner, or right out in the middle of the room. It became my thing, my secret dirty pleasure, just pissing on the bedroom carpet whilst hubby watched with a grin. Sometimes he'd pee on the carpet too, but it was mostly me. Sometimes, even in the middle of the day now I ignore the bathroom and walk right past it and go and pop a squat in the bedroom to pee on the floor in there. I do it just for the sheer fun of it. 

For two years now I've been pissing on the bedroom carpet almost every day, often several times a day. Large parts of the carpet are permanently damp, and our bedroom has a very pissy aroma to it, though to be honest I am past caring about that, and hubby seems to like it. And in any case, doing this and being such a skanky bitch on purpose is seriously enjoyable. It is just so much fun to pee all over the carpet without giving a fuck. It's my thing now, lol.

Louise

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Shania, and I am a glamourous lady in my 30s. But you can judge that for yourselves. This is me.....

 

Well, I have been seeing this guy, and there is a certain kink he loves having me do. And having been a respectable lady throughout my adult life, I find it intensely thrilling to just abandon all that and be an absolutely dirty cow.

You see, he has this big glass table in his dining room, and he loves me to get up and squat upon it whilst he lays underneath. And his "thing" is to have me pee all over the table whilst he watches from below! And I especially love it after I've had a few drinks, because then I always pee loads and totally flood the table surface. That's when it starts pouring off the sides to splash down onto his carpet! It is so erotically intoxicating when that happens, with me still there, deliberately continuing to pee with a grin on my face.  

And he doesn't seem the least bit bothered about the carpet, and it's not my carpet anyway, so why not? 

In fact, one time when I had to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, he happened to be awake and told me not to bother. He told me to just pee on the floor beside the bed! So I did! Right there on the carpet! That was a real dirty thrill, I can tell you.

Oh, and there was also the time he had me pee all over his kitchen floor, then left it there all day! In the end I was going to clean it up myself but he told me not to bother! 

My mum - who after all taught me all the rules of toilet training - would be horrified if she knew. Hahaha

Shania

 

[hentaixt 1,581]

Hey, so my sisters and I have been into pee play for quite some time. We actually got started really young, because we are triplets. We actually figured out our streams and arc are almost exactly alike too, so we would do things like squat facing each other and start going at the same time, the two opposing streams would arch up and hit splashing all over the place and making us giggle. The other thing's we can pretty much synchronize when we start. So if we want to, all three of us can count down and pee in unison. I have an advantage though; my bladder's bigger so I get to pee even after my sisters run dry.

 

I'm writing, because we did something fun at our third cousin's wedding. She was getting married to her girlfriend and extended family got invited. During the service, we ducked out saying we needed to pee. Our Mom knows we often have to go at the same time, so nothing surprising there. We got out in the hall and ducked around a corner the opposite direction of the bathrooms and found a kitchen, since this was rental space for parties. There was no one there, we were doing food after the service. My youngest sister (came out last...), took her panties off under her dress and went immediately to the fridge. She opened both doors because it was side by side and then hopped her butt onto the counter across from it. With a little bit of shuffling she got her dress situated and started shooting her spent urine all over the contents of both sides. My other sister helped by opening containers and moving fruit around. There was a 3 gallon package of ice cream that got a little melty, well-watered down, and eventually refrozen.

I went next and decided the stove needed a good washing. Since my younger sister had just finished wiping (with my other sister's tongue LOL), she came over and helped me up to the counter. I stood all the way up to take down my pants and undies, and popped a squat next to the cook-top. I peed over most of it before she lit a gas burner and then I got to extinguish it. We repeated it with all 4 and I was able to put out the whole flame ring on each. We made sure the gas was off when we were done playing I was still quite full though, so I tensed up and blocked my hole with a finger, hopped off, and opened oven door. I can just barely pee standing if I have something to lean against, so my sister helped me out. I was able to douse the inside really well with her directing my piss. She wiped me with her hand and licked her fingers clean. However, that was when we noticed our older sister had disappeared. We looked around, but my younger sister actually heard the hiss of our sister’s flow through a door at the back of the kitchen.

As it turns out there was a second entrance to an office at the back. She had completely removed her shoes and pants (she goes commando) and was on this big desk launching pee all over the flat screen monitor and keyboard/mouse. We both came over and she, with our help to balance, turned to face the chair without stopping. I said I had an idea, so we moved the chair being careful not to get in the flow. Then my sister and I lifted our peeing sister off the desk and walked her around the room to spray anything we wanted like a squirt gun. We drenched a shelf of awards, a sofa, there was a suit jacket on a hall tree that got rained over, we carried her back to the desk and made a small lake that turned into a water fall as it dripped over the edge, and finally we just let the rest go on the carpet. We set her on her feet and she got dressed, before we headed back to our seats.

Mom asked why it took so long and we said the toilet only had two stalls (that is true, we checked) and we were all clear. There was more, but that happened at the reception. If you are interested in hearing about us doing a simultaneous pee, just give this post some love. I think I'll let one my sisters write it, but only IF we get enough feedback. ;P

[gladeriga 4]

Very good read hentaixt, not a huge fan of peeing on electronics, but that's just my preference. Otherwise very nice and I'd love to hear more from these sisters.

Edited October 29, 2017 by gladeriga

[hentaixt 1,581]

3 hours ago, gladeriga said:

Very good read hentaixt, not a huge fan of peeing on electronics, but that's just my preference. Otherwise very nice and I'd love to hear more from these sisters.

I'll be honest, for what she was doing... low chance of harm. Assume the system was off, after it all dried out... no damage done.

[holyknight3 159]

Hentaixt, your recent post reminds me of your one thanksgiving stories, which is still one of my all time favorites. I would love to see more from these three.

Edited October 30, 2017 by holyknight3

[nopjans 1,178]

I'd love to read about what the sisters got up to later at the reception!

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet.

No identities revealed here. Because I am a 29 year old uniformed female police officer working in Cardiff. 

I lead a double life, inhabiting pee fetish sites under various usernames, writing erotic stories, and interacting with other piss perverts. I know that's one term amongst many that some of my colleagues use for people like us into pissing. When it comes to real life I have to be discrete because of my job, being mostly in the closet about my dirty interests.

You see, I am into the whole pissing thing, and love nothing better than to squat and pee somewhere outrageous. Unlike many of your contributors who do the whole standing up or semi- squatting thing, I always squat. It somehow seems both more naturally ladylike yet also incredibly naughty to squat properly yet pee somewhere totally wrong. I most often at home piss on the kitchen or bathroom floors because they are tiled and can be washed up easily. Pissing on carpets is just about as outrageous as it gets, but I mostly buy cheap second hand rugs to piss on a few times before throwing them out. I have actually peed on my bedroom carpet in the corner a couple of times but I try not to make a habit of it because I do have guests, some of them fellow police officers. 

So job and private life cannot mix - most of the time anyway.

Because I have managed to hook up with this businessman guy in his 40s and his 30 year old wife. They are not rich by any means but quite well off and in influential jobs. Well, he is, anyway. So their identities must be kept a secret too, as must any explanation of how I came to be doing them this favour, lest I reveal too much.

Suffice it to say we have an arrangement. They pay me shedloads of cash "expenses". And I show up at their place dressed in my spare police uniform that I keep at home, making sure I have a full bladder. I am fully suited and booted as a copper - so to speak. And their thing? Basically, they like to see me lower my police issue black trousers and my knickers, and squat down right there in front of them in the middle of the living room as they watch from the sofa. And then I just pee. Right there on the carpet. In my full police uniform. Sometimes his girlfriend pees on the carpet as well, but watching a uniformed police officer do it with a grin is really their thing.

Not always the carpet either. A couple of times they had me pee on their bed, lol. And once on their dining room table. But mostly the living room carpet. Smells a bit pissy in there actually but hey, if that's their thing, who am I to judge? There are far worse things for a couple to be into. Besides, since I'm the one doing most of the pissing - and getting a massive kick out of it - I am hardly in a position to judge.

Miss A Copper 

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet

I was out nightclubbing last night when I got lucky and picked up this girl. Or rather she picked me up, cos we went back to her place. 

We ended up drinking more wine whilst getting naked and making out in her living room. After some frisky fun on her sofa, we sat smoking a cigarette. At this point she squeezed her legs tight together, saying, "I gotta go toilet." She got up off the sofa and announced with a smirk, "Fuck it. I cant be bothered to go upstairs. I'm just gonna go here!"

And with that she just popped a squat right there in her living room and started peeing on the carpet! I couldn't believe it!

I laughed, "I can't believe you're actually doing that. Aren't you bothered about the clean up?"

"Nah", she laughed. "I just leave it to dry on it's own."

"What, you do this often?"

"Well I don't make a regular habit out of it, hahaha. But sometimes it is just more convenient to go toilet wherever I feel like."

I grinned at the sight and sound of her hissy piss splashing down onto the carpet, noticing the massive puddle she was making.

She giggled, "I needed that," as the last of her pee splashed down.

Then she got up and just left it there as we ended up having sex on her sofa again, before I called a taxi and left. 

Never took her phone number or contact details. She was just a one night stand whom I'll never see again.

But I am finding the memory of her just nonchalantly peeing on the carpet like it was normal ever more erotic the more I think about it. I think I have a thing about girls peeing all over the place. And am developing a desire to have a girl pee on my own bedroom carpet.

Will let you know about it if it ever happens. 

Ed