Wet Carpet magazine

[MidoriLemonade85 2,366]

On 12/11/2020 at 2:39 AM, Kupar said:

Dear Wet Carpet

What a wonderful, supportive community readers of this magazine are! Thank you so much Sarah for your reply to my last letter. I followed your advice - it really helped, and now I am much, much happier! Here’s what happened.

I went back to the scene of my ‘crime’, if I can call it that. Sure, I know it was naughty, but how can something that felt so good be wrong? To be honest, I’d been thinking nonstop about that pee ever since – how wonderful it felt to hear and feel it flow between my thighs, and watch it soaking away into the fabric, and running over the edge of the seat on to the floor below. I didn’t say before, but I’d put my hand down there given myself a little rub as I peed – it had been such fun!

I couldn’t see any CCTV cameras that could possibly have picked me up going to the car – they only cover the main doors, and I’d gone out through the service bay. And the CCTV isn’t monitored live, it’s only ever looked at if there’s been a break-in. The only place where anyone could have seen me get into that car was from the parts office – it’s just a little glass-walled cubicle really – and my boss, the service manager, is the only person with a key!

I looked at the angles and sightlines. This was the only possibility. It was my boss. And I’d found his weakness, and his on switch! So I went back to my desk and wrote this note: “How about we stay after work tomorrow and I’ll put on a show for you? Go to the parts office at 5:45” and left it somewhere I knew he’d find it. What had I done!?

The next day I was on edge all day and my manager was in a quiet mood – we hardly looked at one another. I wanted to make sure I could pee, and to see what he’d do, so I was drinking pretty much non-stop during the afternoon. By locking-up time I was really ready. Not desperate, but jiggly, if you know what I mean. The time came and I made my way through the internal door to the service bay. He was there, alone, in the little office, looking a bit embarrassed.

My heart was pounding! But I had planned what I was going to do. I put my finger to my lips to show him I wanted him to say silent, then I walked towards the inspection pit in the centre of the bay, with my special walk – you know: slow, hips swaying a little, never losing eye contact – as I undid the buttons on my white blouse, and then the zip at the side of my tight black skirt. I love the power I have over men! When I beckoned, he almost ran from his office. I pointed wordlessly to the pit and he realised what his role was because he obediently climbed down the steps and laid down on his back, looking up at me with puppy eyes. When I reached the corner of the inspection pit I let my skirt fall, kicked it clear, opened my blouse a little then placed my feet in a wide stance so I was directly over him. He almost yelped when he saw I wasn’t wearing any knickers and he was staring up at my neat, trimmed pussy.

It took a few seconds, but when it came, it didn’t stop for almost a minute! All the time we were looking straight at each other – him helpless and submissive, me dominant and powerful with my hands on my hips – as my clear, strong stream cascaded from three metres above him all over his face, his clothes, his shoes. By adjusting my position and using my muscles I covered him completely and he was loving it!

In that moment, all my fears about being found out and losing my job evaporated. I had found a pee slave, and my job was going to be much, much better in the future!

Stay wet and powerful, sisters!

Amy

x

Omg, Kupar!

perfection! 
risque! 

so hot. 
so powerful! 

 

[MidoriLemonade85 2,366]

On 1/13/2021 at 2:41 AM, Kupar said:

Dear Wet Carpet

It’s been a while since I found my inner pee domme, and a willing slave, and I thought you might like to know how I’ve been getting on. You may remember from a few issues ago that I managed to turn the tables on my overbearing boss at the garage when I discovered his weakness for pee.

There was always the risk that he’d find a way of getting rid of me, but it was clear he was hooked. After I’d peed on him in the inspection pit, I’d just walked away and driven home. The next day at work was … interesting. He was very nice to me! I didn’t know how to react at first – it was such a change. I have always been nice to people: it sort of comes with the receptionist / customer service job really. But I couldn’t immediately change how I was around him at work – he was still my boss.

The best thing was that I started finding opportunities at work to have more pee fun. Ever since that first time ruining his car seats (and rubbing one out while I did it!) I’d been taking the opportunity to have a quick pee playtime when I went to the toilet. First it was just sitting on the seat and having a little rub, but I got a bit naughtier as the days went by and soon I was squatting on the floor, or standing with one leg up on the toilet seat or basin, knickers pulled to one side, just letting the pee come out wherever. It felt fantastic, watching and hearing my hot pee splashing where it shouldn’t, especially if I’d held for a while. It’s a shared unisex toilet, of course, so I reckon the other staff just assumed it was the guys who were making a mess – and the boss wasn’t going to say anything was he?!

He knew what I was doing because I took photos and sent them to his phone with teasing messages like “I’m going to cover your face in my hot piss, you worthless creature,” – that sort of thing. I was making it up as I went along, but sometimes when I saw him looking at his phone he kind of whimpered, so I reckon I was doing OK!

That satisfied my naughty side for a while, but I knew I needed more. I started dressing more provocatively and putting on darker eye makeup and bolder lipstick. The dress code is black and white smart business wear, of course, but I pushed it as far as I could. I have this black leather miniskirt – like, really short – and I started wearing that more often, teamed with long boots, sheer tights and no knickers. My white blouses got tighter and fewer of the buttons got done up. None of the staff – or the customers – seemed to mind.

I started peeing on my chair. And on other chairs. Just hitching my skirt up a bit under my desk while sorting out customers picking up their cars, and gradually letting spurts of pee come out on to the cushioned top of my swivel chair as I handed them their keys back. Sometimes it would drip on to the carpet tiled floor. It was amazing knowing that because I had the boss under my control I could do pretty much anything I wanted.

In his little glass walled office, when he was there, I would sometimes go in, shut the door behind me, walk round the back of his desk and pretend to talk to him about some paperwork so the guys in the workshop wouldn’t realise what was going on. What I was actually doing was standing over his briefcase, peeing on it and into it – seeing his sandwiches becoming soggy, hearing the paperwork getting soaked, thinking about how he explains all this to his wife when he gets home, and saying to him in my best bitch voice “You like this don’t you? You like my piss ruining your stuff. If you’re a good boy and give me a pay rise, maybe I’ll let you feel my pee on your face, or your cock.” I’m still waiting, but when I get it, I’ll have more stories to tell.

Stay wet everyone!

Amy

xx

Ooooh now I wish I had a pee slave at work! 
Thus is going to sound weird, but a week ago I had a dream about work and about a new guy in IT who I hadn’t met yet, and I dreamed I gave him a blow job under his desk so he would get my computer fixed quicker. Then I actually met the new IT guy a couple of days later at work, and he was almost as lovely as in my dream. Young, dark hair, super helpful and smart. But because of my dream, I feel kind of awkward around him. 😆 He would make a nice pee slave at work though. 🔥😆

maybe I need to write to Wet Carpet magazine too! 
i love the thought of Amy soaking his car seat, making a mess in the toilet, peeing on her office chair 🔥…his brief case. 
wow, so hot. So good. 

[MidoriLemonade85 2,366]

On 4/5/2021 at 7:54 PM, Kupar said:

Dear Wet Carpet

I am a bad girl. I peed in a store fitting room. I got caught, and I was properly punished. Is it wrong that I loved every minute?

It was last Saturday, and I was going shopping for clothes in the big department store in town. I’d chosen some leather pants to try on, so I took them to the fitting room. I’m a curvy girl, and I wasn’t sure they’d pull up OK over my hips – I was kinda hoping I could wriggle into them so they’d be super tight, but I just couldn’t. Man, I must’ve tried for like five minutes! 

And I knew the store didn’t have the next size up. I was so mad! On top of that, I really needed a pee. I’m not normally like this at all, but, you know, I thought “what the hell” and just threw the leather pants down on the fitting room floor, put one foot up on the stool, yanked my panties to one side, spread my lips with two fingers and just let go.

It felt so good to piss my frustration away and take it out on those stupid pants! I listened to the loud hiss and watched a powerful jet splash off the shiny leather and run away on to the floor, forming a puddle that gradually soaked and darkened the pale grey carpet. I sighed audibly with relief and happiness. And then the curtain was quickly pulled open from outside and I saw the store manager looking first at me, then at the pants on the floor, then back to me, his mouth open, a slight hint of a smile starting to form, and a strange look in his eye. In that moment I was brought back to the real world, realised what I was doing and somehow – I don’t know how – managed to stem the flow and stutter an apology: “I’m … I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me,” I started… 

Two minutes later, after I’d pulled on my skirt, I was sitting in the manager’s office and he didn’t seem happy. “We take a pretty serious view of vandalism like that, miss,” he said. “You’re not the first to do it, and I doubt you’ll be the last. But here’s the deal. We won’t get the law involved if you and I can agree a suitable punishment. What do you say?” 

I thought about it for, like, three seconds, while my insides somersaulted and I tried not to giggle: I’m pretty sure he didn’t know me, but maybe he’d worked me out.  “I think we can come to an arrangement,” I said. “What did you have in mind? I have been very naughty, and I made your fitting room very messy.”

And that’s how I came to be lying on my back on his desk, skirt up round my waist, one hand softly stroking a nipple through my flimsy tee-shirt, the fingers of my other hand exploring inside my panties, my head turned to one side as I watched him pulling a thick, soft dick out of his suit pants. 

He looked up: “No!” he shouted, walking across to the desk. He grabbed both my hands and holding my wrists together with one hand, slapped me across the cheek. I gasped, and involuntarily a spurt of pee soaked the flimsy fabric of my panties and dripped on to the desk. “Oops!” I giggled: “I think I wet your desk.”

“Keep you hands above your head and shut up!” he said, calmly but with steel in his voice. He put the fingers and thumb of his left hand round my throat to make sure I understood. How did he know to do that?! With his right hand he took his hardening dick and aimed at my tits, unloading a long, steady stream on to my shirt, hosing me down like I needed some dirt washing away. I could feel the glorious wet warmth spreading across my chest as the white material became semi-transparent, my nipples hardening.

The stream slowed and the store manager let go of my throat. He grasped the collar of my tee-shirt with both hands and pulled, and there was a satisfying tearing sound as my wet tits were exposed to his view. “Good girl,” he said, as he rubbed the head of his dick against one of my 38Ds and squeezed the other, very firmly, with his free hand.

I’m not going to tell you what happened after that – a girl needs a few secrets – but when he finally said “now clean yourself up and get the hell out of my store,” I was one satisfied customer. 

I’m going shopping there again next weekend. There are some lovely boots I think might be the wrong size for me.

Louise

x

Wow! 
this one is so hardcore, compared to your other writing. 
i love it so much! 
🔥🔥🔥🔥✨✨✨

[Kupar 13,340]

3 hours ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Wow! 
this one is so hardcore, compared to your other writing. 
i love it so much! 
🔥🔥🔥🔥✨✨✨

Ah. It was a sort of commission 😉

Edited August 5, 2022 by Kupar

[Kupar 13,340]

4 hours ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Thus is going to sound weird, but a week ago I had a dream about work and about a new guy in IT who I hadn’t met yet, and I dreamed I gave him a blow job under his desk so he would get my computer fixed quicker. Then I actually met the new IT guy a couple of days later at work, and he was almost as lovely as in my dream. Young, dark hair, super helpful and smart. But because of my dream, I feel kind of awkward around him. 😆 He would make a nice pee slave at work though. 🔥😆

maybe I need to write to Wet Carpet magazine too! 

Yes! Write a letter! Keep the pee away from the mains cabling under that desk though 😉   

[Pisslovinboi 100]

Dear wet carpet,

Time for my naughtiest pee yet.

I was at the courthouse with my mom helping her to watch my younger siblings, when I suddenly had to piss. So I went to the bathroom, went into a stall, and pissed right beside the toilet! LOL!!!

Jp.

[hentaixt 1,581]

Hello, I'm writing to look for sympathy? I don't need acceptance or understanding, so I guess that's what I want.

My name's Geneille, I have dark skin and the other traits you'd expect from that. As a young girl I had a bad accident and ended up with some extensive reconstruction of my pelvic area. Thankfully everything's fine, I can have children as I have three daughters of various ages. The real issue is my urethra. When I was getting put back together, not everything healed the same way it started. I was left with; an enlarged exit. Without getting too specific or medical, my opening can accommodate a standard ink pen comfortably.

Now we come to the real interest of why I write. I'll be very direct; I pee like an opened fire hydrant. Without even spreading myself open, I produce a very thick stream that further widens with distance. I literally can do full splits and still get splash-back on my inner thighs. So needless to say, it is not convenient for me to use a standard toilet. My family knows this well and helps to find places suitable for me to relieve my bladder while we are out. In many situations though I have been limited on my options and ended up peeing in VERY inappropriate ways (the back hallway of a mall being one of the worst). Of course with three daughters, they often join me to release their urine as well. I also have a boss that understands and she has given me several options at work too.

So that's it for introductions. Please let me know if you'd like to hear about some of my experiences. I'm willing to share everything from the time I found out about my "problem" until current day. Just to give you a quick anecdote, about two weeks ago we went out to eat at a fancy restaurant to celebrate. As expected during the course of the meal I needed to have a go. One of my daughters surveyed the restroom to find out there was nothing of use there. This is where the "fancy" part comes into play. Outside they had a grotto garden with plants and a water feature. You could walk around on a path and at the top of the waterfall was a bridge over the stream that was right next to the waterfall to a lower pool. I excused myself and told the hostess I needed some air and would be back after a quick walk around the garden. I booked around the path until I got to the bridge. It was already late evening and the only illumination was from path lights, which meant I would not be easily visible. I had on a long dress with a side split, so I pulled it up and flipped it over my arm. I stripped off my thong and squatted down. Since I am used to stealth peeing I can go anywhere as soon as I am ready, so I let loose. If anyone had looked out for the time I was there, the waterfall would have appeared to gain a new tier of flow. It was maybe two foot across and I was at least a third of my stream in the water. The one benefit of this situation is I take less time to get empty, I average around 20 seconds most the time. The other positive is I don't drip; it is all out when I finish. I put myself back together carefully, making sure no one had noticed anything and rejoined my family at the table. My youngest always asks if she is not there to see it in person, so I gave her basically what I wrote her.

My stories may not be the greatest letters you read here, that is if you ask for any, but I'll do my best to keep them interesting.

Edited August 29, 2022 by hentaixt

[Valenta 50]

I would love to hear more about your experiences.

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

On 8/28/2022 at 10:25 PM, hentaixt said:

Hello, I'm writing to look for sympathy? I don't need acceptance or understanding, so I guess that's what I want.

My name's Geneille, I have dark skin and the other traits you'd expect from that. As a young girl I had a bad accident and ended up with some extensive reconstruction of my pelvic area. Thankfully everything's fine, I can have children as I have three daughters of various ages. The real issue is my urethra. When I was getting put back together, not everything healed the same way it started. I was left with; an enlarged exit. Without getting too specific or medical, my opening can accommodate a standard ink pen comfortably.

Now we come to the real interest of why I write. I'll be very direct; I pee like an opened fire hydrant. Without even spreading myself open, I produce a very thick stream that further widens with distance. I literally can do full splits and still get splash-back on my inner thighs. So needless to say, it is not convenient for me to use a standard toilet. My family knows this well and helps to find places suitable for me to relieve my bladder while we are out. In many situations though I have been limited on my options and ended up peeing in VERY inappropriate ways (the back hallway of a mall being one of the worst). Of course with three daughters, they often join me to release their urine as well. I also have a boss that understands and she has given me several options at work too.

So that's it for introductions. Please let me know if you'd like to hear about some of my experiences. I'm willing to share everything from the time I found out about my "problem" until current day. Just to give you a quick anecdote, about two weeks ago we went out to eat at a fancy restaurant to celebrate. As expected during the course of the meal I needed to have a go. One of my daughters surveyed the restroom to find out there was nothing of use there. This is where the "fancy" part comes into play. Outside they had a grotto garden with plants and a water feature. You could walk around on a path and at the top of the waterfall was a bridge over the stream that was right next to the waterfall to a lower pool. I excused myself and told the hostess I needed some air and would be back after a quick walk around the garden. I booked around the path until I got to the bridge. It was already late evening and the only illumination was from path lights, which meant I would not be easily visible. I had on a long dress with a side split, so I pulled it up and flipped it over my arm. I stripped off my thong and squatted down. Since I am used to stealth peeing I can go anywhere as soon as I am ready, so I let loose. If anyone had looked out for the time I was there, the waterfall would have appeared to gain a new tier of flow. It was maybe two foot across and I was at least a third of my stream in the water. The one benefit of this situation is I take less time to get empty, I average around 20 seconds most the time. The other positive is I don't drip; it is all out when I finish. I put myself back together carefully, making sure no one had noticed anything and rejoined my family at the table. My youngest always asks if she is not there to see it in person, so I gave her basically what I wrote her.

My stories may not be the greatest letters you read here, that is if you ask for any, but I'll do my best to keep them interesting.

More please!

[hentaixt 1,581]

Since you have asked, this is Geneille again. I will share some more easy stuff with you starting with my home situation.

My husband was kind enough to build me an "outhouse" on the side near our bedroom. It is glassed in with one-way coatings and actually bullet-proof for safety. The top is open so you can see the sky but covered with a sailcloth to shade you. So you can see the yard and whatever is happening, but no one can see you at all. From the exterior it actually looks like real brick. There is an full toilet with plumbing, in case I need to other business there too. We opted for a public design with the exposed pipes and no basin. Mostly if I have to pee I unlock the deadbolt, step into outside. I just realized how strange that sounds. I step out into the stall. Okay, you understand what I mean, I just go there. If it is only for peeing I will stand or even sit on the toilet lid and let loose, it goes wherever it wants anyway. The floor drain collects and siphons it away. If I am doing both, I just lean back and let it shoot out too. If you are wondering, we live in a region with no snow. I will say it quite an experience to be sitting naked on the stool in the middle of a rainstorm though. Since we do often get rain it helps keep everything cleaned up with less trouble, that is one of reason for the public style choice, and we still maintain the bowl itself every other week regardless. The toilet faces the forward, so I can watch the street as I go. I watch cars pass by the house as I hose down the glass, it really helps me be less nervous about doing it in public spaces.

You can expect my daughters found this all very fascinating when they were younger and me trying to teach potty training was a bit more difficult. I would sit down to show them by example, shoot everywhere and soak everything, then try to explain that they needed to, "keep it in the basin." Eventually it worked out and now they go pee on the floor out there like mom; when I let them. Hope that keeps you interested, tell what you want me to talk about. As you might expect I have plenty of experiences to share.

Edited September 3, 2022 by hentaixt

[steve25805 126,116]

Dear Wet Carpet

My friend and I - both a couple of rich heiresses in our mid 20s, and both curvy and busty blondes - were staying in this plush hotel in an exclusive resort in the Caribbean. Just letting our hair down in an atmosphere of anything goes.  Well on our last night we'd gotten drunk again in the bar and returned to our hotel room a little the worse for wear,, but giggling and laughing about the weird sexual things some people are into. 

That's when my friend told me about this magazine with all its' stories about ladies pissing everywhere. Well, we both needed a piss and decided that it would be a laugh if we took a leaf out of their book and trashed the room with a spot of piss vandalism. We were only wearing bikinis to start with and decided to get naked. My friend then stood facing the wall with her hips thrust forward and legs apart. And amidst much laughter she started spraying the wall with her piss, swaying her hips from side to side to wet as much of the wall as possible. Her piss was flowing down the wall onto the carpet at its' base, making a rather large puddle gradually soaking in to the plush carpet.

Then it was my turn. I decided to stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips and legs apart. And then I just started pissing right there all over the carpet. And what a rush! It felt so naughty yet so liberating to just piss anywhere the hell I wanted without giving a damn. And it wasn't just a laugh it was also quite erotic. I was enjoying every second of what was a very long hissy piss in which I flooded a large area of the carpet. 

When I was done, we high fived and cracked open a bottle of champagne and before long we both needed another piss. We just each found an unsoiled part of the carpet and squatted over it. And in moments we were both pissing right there all over the carpet again.

We crashed out soon after, but upon waking in the morning we laughed at the pissy carpet which was in several large areas still squelchingly wet underfoot. We were getting ready to leave for the flight home to London but decided that - since we both needed another piss and didn't need to sleep in our beds anymore - we'd just have fun pissing on them. So, there we were, each squatting naked upon our own hotel beds and enjoying a piss right there. It being the first piss of the day it was a truly golden shower, staining and ruining the sheets and the mattress. And we just left all this as we left.

Upon returning to London, we received a bill running into thousands for rectification of the damage, but we are rich so just paid up. It was worth it for the fun we had.

Thanks for reading.

Camilla and Lucinda

[steve25805 126,116]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My husband and I are in our late 30s and have always been into the watersports thing. Basically, pissing on each other in the bath when the kids aren't around. Sometimes we seek out porn for inspiration which is how we came across this magazine and subscribed to it.  My husband though is mostly just amused by it all and doesn't see the point of just peeing in random places. If he is not pissing on me he is not interested and only seems interested in me pissing if I am doing it on him. Which is fair enough I suppose if that's his thing. But something I have not admitted to him yet is that I find many of the accounts of ladies peeing in random places quite a turn on and sometimes masturbate whilst imagining doing something outrageous myself, like peeing on the furniture or something.  I have been tempted to pee on the carpet beside the bed during the night but not sure my husband would approve.

Anyway, this afternoon with the husband at work and the kids still at school I was thinking about all this naughty peeing malarkey and decided to be naughty myself. Well, why not? So I took off my jeans and knickers and headed for the kitchen. There I got up onto the table and squatted in the middle of it. And then I started pissing right there on the kitchen table. My piss was splashing down and making an ever growing puddle. Before I was done it was flowing off the front edge onto the tiled floor. When I was finally done the sound of my pee flowing off the edge of the table and splashing onto the floor continued the turn on.

I got down off the table and relished the sight and sound of it for a minute or two. But the kids were due home in half an hour so I had to get busy cleaning up the mess. But both floor and table were dry and spotless by the time they arrived. No one is any the wiser. Just my own dirty secret and the sort of thing I will definitely do again when home alone. 

If my husband reads this letter I wonder if he will guess it is me?

Mrs A. Nonymous

[hentaixt 1,581]

Hellooo Everyoonne!

I have found a new obsession. I piss in Laundromats. There are several 24 hr. ones in my city, many within walking distance from my apartment. Quite a few of them don't even keep an attendant or cameras during all hours. Just the other night, I stopped somewhere new. Cautiously looking around, there was a dryer running, but not a soul in the place. Probably started it and went across to the cafe for a coffee and pastry. I stripped off my shorts and panties pretending to put them in a machine to wash. It costs me a euro everytime I do this, but it is worth it. I wander around for a minute and take a look at the magazines on the table, sit down and start flipping through one. I slump into the plastic seat until my head hits the top of the back, my butt hovering in the air held aloft by my bent knees. Keeping my feet touching on the floor I spread my knees as wide as they will go and scissor them open and shut a few times. This is to cover my preparations though. I am really just sending the signal below to "let loose" and it does, just a bit on the floor, then as my legs open up, shooting forward all over the table and books. I do this a few more times while switching to pointing my toes so it drenches everything in a waiting area. Then I act like I am bored and stand up to pace with the periodical. I sidle closer and closer to the running dryer, walking back and forth. Finally I am passing it twice each circuit I make, I abruptly stop, toss the magazine on the machine, throw the door open, spread my legs and my lips to erupt a masterfully aimed stream onto the clothes inside. The few squirts over the table have only made me want to release all of it so the flow is fast and heavy. It soaks the warm fabric, seems I am on a "delicate" cycle, bras and underwear turn from white to yellow. I always make sure I drink tons of water so my capacity is nice and full, but I take a b-vitamin with each glass so it has a bright unmistakable color. I push hard and move quickly. Once I am empty, I close the door to the dryer, rush to grab my garments, and get out. Most dryers deactivate after being open for 1 minute and require another coin to start again. So I dirtied the load and cost them completion. I am guessing some may even think it successful and take the washing home before they find it soiled.

I am not always lucky enough to find the place unattended. Often times someone is there waiting for the machine to progress. If it is a woman, I often look around like I am checking the prices and policies then leave without doing anything. If there is a guy there I will still strip, but then I hop up on the machines and shoot an arc over the tops of many. If I finish without them yelling at me, I drop down, bow, and dash away with my naked butt bouncing as I go. There is my hope to wet the attendant station at the front, but usually these are set with safety glass. I am not giving up or quitting anytime soon.

[steve25805 126,116]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I've been chatting up the middle aged barmaid down my local pub. She has something of a reputation. Some of the things I have heard on the grapevine about her alleged pissing antics have long piqued my interest. Rumoured to be into peeing on guys, known for thinking nothing of peeing in full public view when she's had a few, rumoured to have the habit of peeing in glasses or on the floor in quiet corners in nightclubs. There is a persistent story going around that a few years back she peed on someone's bed for a dare. 

Anyway, on a night when she was not working I invited her out for a few drinks, hoping to encourage her wild side and we ended up back at mine. I asked her about the peeing on the bed thing and she openly admitted she did it, saying that it's fun to just pee somewhere random when you're drunk because the toilet seems boring.

Anyway, back at mine she needed to pee and invited me to watch. I suggested she do it right there on the living room carpet. And she gleefully did it. She even let me take this photo of her doing it....


Isn't that incredible? A grown woman deliberately peeing on my living room carpet, brazen as you like.

[Miles93 59]

5 hours ago, steve25805 said:

Dear Wet Carpet.

I've been chatting up the middle aged barmaid down my local pub. She has something of a reputation. Some of the things I have heard on the grapevine about her alleged pissing antics have long piqued my interest. Rumoured to be into peeing on guys, known for thinking nothing of peeing in full public view when she's had a few, rumoured to have the habit of peeing in glasses or on the floor in quiet corners in nightclubs. There is a persistent story going around that a few years back she peed on someone's bed for a dare. 

Anyway, on a night when she was not working I invited her out for a few drinks, hoping to encourage her wild side and we ended up back at mine. I asked her about the peeing on the bed thing and she openly admitted she did it, saying that it's fun to just pee somewhere random when you're drunk because the toilet seems boring.

Anyway, back at mine she needed to pee and invited me to watch. I suggested she do it right there on the living room carpet. And she gleefully did it. She even let me take this photo of her doing it....


Isn't that incredible? A grown woman deliberately peeing on my living room carpet, brazen as you like.

isn't that a still photo from a lot video.. I recognise it only because I watched it not long ago

[Miles93 59]

Just now, Miles93 said:

isn't that a still photo from a lot video.. I recognise it only because I watched it not long ago

Porn

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

It's quite common @Miles93 to use a clip from the internet to illustrate a story, and no harm in it when it's done like @steve25805 has here.  It emphasises the text we're reading and weaves in nicely.

[steve25805 126,116]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I got off with this girl in her mid twenties in one of the local nightclubs and ended up going back to her place, where we were having sex on her bed. After a seriously hot fuck she announced that she needed to pee and rolled off the side of the bed. To my astonishment she just popped a squat right there beside the bed saying something like "fuck it! I'm just going to piss here."

And seconds later she was doing it, pissing on her own bedroom carpet with a big grin on her face. She seemed amused at my surprise and giggled something about it just being more convenient, and mentioned that guys seem to enjoy the show. I watched her doing it with a renewed hard on, relishing the sight of her piss splashing down onto the fabric and making a growing puddle.

When I had to pee she told me to just do it against the wall beside the bed. Unsure about doing something so outrageous in a lady's bedroom, I was very uncertain and asked if she was sure. She laughed and said I wouldn't be the first guy who'd ever peed against that wall.

So I pissed against her bedroom wall whilst she eagerly watched with a smirky grin on her face. 

We were both ready for sex again after that.

I think Ive found a wild one, an anything goes kind of girl. Gonna be seeing her again and hoping for some fun times. She wants to spend the night at mine sometime, where she says - if she;s had a few drinks - she intends to christen my bedroom carpet. Which I am kind of looking forward to seeing.

My carpet after all is a virgin. It has never been peed on by a lady before. Time it lost it's virginity. lol

[sd91 886]

Hello Wet Carpet,

My name is Emma, I’m 29, and work as a sales rep. In case you wanted to know, I’m a half English, half Spanish brunette with shoulder length hair, wear a 34C, have an average to slim build, and wear glasses.

I wanted to write about my relationship with weeing. In particular, weeing places that aren’t down the toilet.

Within my first week properly on the job at my current company, my mentor Maria and I were weeing in a stairwell! Despite being incredibly nervous, it was actually… fun and I found myself enjoying it. I still remember that whole minute where all this urine was just pouring out of me and splattering all over the concrete stairs. How naughty of me!

Afterwards I thought about why I enjoyed it. I guess there’s something about breaking habits we’re brought up with such as using a toilet, unleashing some sort of animal instinct, and even marking territory! I think there’s also the point that to do it, you have to have your vagina out, which isn’t exactly something that happens in public, but then to add to that intimacy, you’re using it to spray urine all over the place. If you’re caught that is quite something for someone to see.

Before this it wasn’t that I was averse to the al-fresco wee. I mean who hasn’t at least once had a bonding experience with their gal pals by weeing in an alleyway. I’m also a keen walker and in nature sometimes you’re just caught short. I had peed outside a total of 5 times before this.

Ever since that time with Maria though, I found myself weeing outdoors more often. I work with our agriculture customers and so it’s natural that most of my time is spent working with customers whose sites are in remote parts of the country, or on industrial parks rather than in built up towns.  I started out in lay-by’s. I would pull up to a lay-by where there was some sort of adjoining field, or woods, or an embankment to walk down. I would go through the gate or over the fence if I was wearing something appropriate and wee in the hedgerows. Sometimes it wasn’t possible to get away from the road, meaning the option to relieve myself was behind a long closed, or long cleaned toilet. I once had a wee behind one of those pulled up vans selling refreshments, but that’s another story.

COVID quickly put a downer on these types of things, but eventually offered a new opportunity, locked toilets and drinking in parks! I could be out with friends or just off for a jog but couldn’t say no to a chance to wee in a bush! Another story I’m going to have to share soon is where at a work drinks in a park that after the toilets were locked up, me, a lovely blonde from HR, and the actual marketing director of the firm had an outdoor wee together after a lot of holding out.

Once things opened up again and our clients were happy for us to visit again, I reverted to my old habits. I have eventually stopped using service station toilets entirely. Even if I go to a service station for a coffee break, I’ll find an alternative place to wee. What I discovered is that there’s commonly bushes and woodlands that surround the building. Here’s the story of a time though, that I discovered that some people take their kids or dog there to stretch their legs…

One day, I was sat in the coffee shop of the services sipping away as I began to feel an inescapable urge in my bladder. I had felt a strong twinge before I pulled in but now it was clear I’d have to pee very soon. With no intention of using a toilet, I finish my coffee and head outside, looking towards the treeline that surrounds the rear and some of the sides of the building. Perfect! I think to myself, I’m wearing a green dress, I’m camouflaged. That day I was wearing a green shirt dress that covers over my hold-up stockings and a pair of flat shoes, today, a pair of black flats with a cross strap.

I walk towards a little opening amongst the trees and find a path that must have been made open over time. I walked through and I see that it leads towards some of the houses that are nearby. I head off a slightly different path to a separate somewhat concealed area more in the woods, covered in wildflowers. Having seen the paths with the coast clear, I waste no time backing up toward the side of this opening and hooking my thumbs around my lacy lavender coloured knickers, as I bend my knees and then pulling them down around them. From there I quickly rush into action, looking down at my vagina and my very short, tight landing strip, dropping into a full squat, rolling forward onto my tiptoes and begin urinating. A strong, and clear stream of wee hisses out of my short but full labia and directly downwards, splashing over the wildflowers. My wee was running off the petals and leaves and dripping onto the forest floor. I quickly bring my right hand towards my landing strip and make an upside down v shape just above and around my vagina, pulling back to take aim, washing down a particularly prominent round purple flower with lots of leaves beneath its petals. This was just a little bit of fun and it keeps my lips from misbehaving and having wee run down my bum. The flower was like it was beneath a storm! I exhale a sigh of relief as the pressure in my bladder disappears and I enjoy my latest public pee. I stop aiming and relax.

There I was squatted down, looking down and having a wee over the wildflowers when what couldn’t have been more than 5 seconds in, suddenly a dog is barking and I hear rustling suggesting people are coming! I stop my flow, and pull everything up despite the wee dripping from my labia. I flatten my dress out, hoping that I won’t be betrayed by a bunch of plants dripping with urine. I take my phone out and pretend to be looking around, like I might be taking photos just as a man, a woman and their dog come into sight. They say hi, and I say it back. Their dog seems very keen to rush towards either me or the flowers (remember what I said about marking territory?) but his owners keep him on his lead and head elsewhere.

I feel relieved, but more about avoiding getting caught than my bladder! I’ve emptied it enough to walk away without being desperate but even then it felt like there was more left in me. I head back to my car with a feeling of dampness in my knickers.

I drive off to meet the client. Given this was a whole three hours later, I was DYING for a wee at this point. Given my refusal to use service station toilets I hadn’t stopped again but I also felt nervous from nearly being caught by members of the public. I was in a dilemma - I’ve gotten so used to weeing outside that I didn’t want to use a toilet on the way, but also felt nervous given what had happened today. I also had half an hour before I would be with the client, and had probably missed the safest spots for a private wee because I was taking calls whilst driving. As I get into the village nearest to where the client meeting would take place, I started to look around at where I can relieve myself as the spots go past in my car…

A driveway near to the gates of a house? Bit of a mean place to leave a big puddle and a lasting smell. People live there and I bet it happens a lot. Not to mention the fact that even if my car conceals me, everyone on the road will know what I’m doing.

A similar driveway that I can pass through to a spa/hotel? There’s so many trees before I see the hotel itself. I can conceal myself behind the big stone sign, or behind the wall that separates the grounds of the hotel from the road. I begin to slow down and turn left to reach the entrance. I start to drive in and pull up a few metres in to the driveway. I hit my hazards and dart out of the car, grabbing my tissues from the glove box on the way. I race over to the wall, concealed from the road completely and start to get into position by backing up into it. Just as I slip down my knickers to my knees and start to lower myself, I notice from the hotel there is a family near their car, either loading it unloading it. I freeze. ‘Can I do this?’ I think to myself. They are rather far into the distance. I drop into a full squat with my vagina out whilst still focussing on this family. I begin to decide that they wouldn’t see anything from over here. Feeling very naughty and very, very desperate, I for a split second think about release and look down. I unleash a gushing spurt of now rather more yellow wee, hissing out and splashing directly down onto the forest floor beneath me. I smelt that curious smell of fresh woodlands combined with the smell of urine. But unfortunately, just a few seconds in, two cars race past on the road. I panic and with a lot of struggle, I stop weeing. The reason I had panicked is because I had rushed this whole thing. Even if that family don’t come up the hotel driveway whilst I’m mid-wee, I’m blocking the driveway and all it takes is one car to want to come in for the spa, for the hotel, or the restaurant or just a quick drink, and they will be confronted with me shamelessly pissing over the grounds. I quickly snatch a tissue out of the pack, wipe myself down and discard it. Stopping has made me just as desperate as I was before, but I quickly get back into the car and reverse out. Hey, at least my knickers are dry! I decide to just get to where I’m meant to be parking and knowing there’s public toilets there, just use those.

I drive for 15 minutes and arrive there, with 20 minutes to spare to walk over. I grab my tissues and rush out of the car to the public toilets in the corner of the car park near to the road. There was a sort of outdoor corridor to the toilets where the wall of the car park and the wall of the toilet building formed one. I quickly walk down the corridor to the door marked ladies as the end and go to open the door, it’s locked! Of course it is. I try the mens and it’s the same problem. I think you see where this is going, I’m going to wee in the corridor. This time though as an alternative to wetting myself, because I had wasted all my chances at finding a toilet by trying to wee on half of England instead!

I dash on over to the entrance to this corridor just to check the coast is clear. There’s very few cars parked up and nobody about. I go back in and head over to the back of the corridor where there is a nice wall and the door to the ladies adjacent to it. I back myself into the corner between the door and the wall and with both hands whip down my knickers whilst getting into a squat still holding my tissues. With my lacy lavender knickers around my knees I am still shuffling around to get into position properly when I unleash a showering of wee almost involuntarily, hissing out of my labia and splashing down over the concrete floor. The splash back lands on my feet and shoes, I can even feel it through my stockings but I simply cannot stop, so I shuffle them out of the way as I deepen my squat and lean forward onto my tip toes. I deeply exhale as several hours of coffee, water, and desperation flow out of me and both the hiss and splash of me pissing brings the silent corridor alive. God it feels good. Again I quickly bring my right hand towards my landing strip and make an upside down v shape just above and around my vagina, pulling back to help my stream clear more ground before landing on the concrete as the puddle was quickly forming around my feet. My shoes are covered with little droplets by this point but I don’t care. With my labia behaving properly I twist my hips left and right and using my fingers to aim my stream left and right a bit for fun for a few seconds just to cover the concrete around me.

My stream is quite yellow. Not as much as a morning pee but given how long I’ve been holding I’m not surprised. My puddle starts to saturate the corner I’m squatting in and the splashing sound changes from one of pee hitting concrete, to pee hitting pee, sounding more watery. A small stream starts to run down the corridor and goes well past the door to the mens toilet. Speaking of toilets, at this point the corridor starts to smell like one. I wonder whether that’s just because of me or because people have peed down here in the past. I hear a car drive past, staying on the road, not coming into the car park. I’m fully concealed behind a wall. I was thinking to myself how good of a pee spot this is.

I must have been weeing for over 30 seconds, and I still felt I could keep going a bit longer. I hear another car drive past, and again not enter the carpark, and so I keep weeing. It must have been the noise from the car that was responsible for this next bit, as I suddenly hear footsteps literally around the corner and thinking very quickly, I attempt to cut off my stream and throw my dress over my knees with one hand and grab at my knickers with the other, just as I hear a woman say.

“Oh god Em, sorry!”

I look up and see a member of my team, Alex standing at the front of the corridor  just as I feel the last droplets of urine leave my urethra and drip into my puddle. Alex is a short black woman with shoulder length hair and an hourglass figure. She was wearing some smart khaki trousers and a white blouse.

After our eyes meet she then abruptly looks away I froze to think about what I need to do next, still squatted over the floor with my knickers around my thigh but I reply hastily.

“Alex, I’m so sorry, I was going to wet myself and the toilets are locked!”

Just as I start to stand up and reach for my knickers, Alex replies.

“No, no it’s fine. Honestly, finish up and I’ll wait.”

I hesitate. “Are you sure?” I say as I crouch back down.

“Honestly Em, it’s better than wetting yourself. I got here earlier needing the loo, and I just went looking for one and can’t find anything. I got back here and thought I heard the taps running and that it was open again.” Alex then bursts into a giggle as I feel even more flushed. “But it was you washing the floor”. And then turns around.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this. It’s a nightmare. But I do still need to go” I say as I pull my dress back out of the way and look down at my vagina then the massive puddle around me.

“Go!” She replies as she turns her head back around momentarily..

After a couple of seconds of looking looking at my dampened labia and the droplets over my shoes, I resume weeing over the concrete, in a more steady stream than before in a weird mix of both shock and comfort. I had worked with Alex with this customer and other ones, and knew she would be at the meeting, but I never expected this. I didn’t realise she had arrived yet or that she would be parking up here, yet now I was now publicly urinating in her presence. Even if she couldn’t see me, she had heard me before and is definitely hearing me again. She didn’t say anything and the only sound I was hearing was me peeing. I had to break the ‘silence’.

“Didn’t you say you needed to go still?” I say whilst my stream starts to dwindle, and then letting out a harder squirt over the concrete. I have to admit I was starting to enjoy this…

“I do! But I’ll have to wait.” She says as I let out two final squirts and the last of my wee drips off my labia.

“Just go here, I’m finished now so I’ll keep watch.” I say as I grab a tissue out of the packet and wipe down my vagina before quickly wiping my shoes too.

“I don’t think I can. It’s not that I have a problem that you have, power to you if anything! I just can’t go here.”

I drop the tissue into my puddle and stand up whilst getting my knickers back into place. “Look, it wasn’t great that I got caught weeing on the floor, but I was going to burst, and it sounds like you’re going to as well. I can make sure nobody catches you at least. It’s the least I can do and it will be easy for me to see if someone is coming. Nobody can see you in here and you shouldn’t have to suffer, or worse.

Alex hesitated for a couple of moments before walking into the now urine soaked corridor.

“I do really have to go”

“You don’t have to convince me Alex. I’ll keep watch and you can just go. You’re going to feel soo much better in a second.”

We trade places with Alex starting to walk into the corridor but just stopping short of the massive puddle I’ve left behind and is still rolling towards her. She stands over the floor of the mens with her back to the door and looks down and around.

“I guess a little more won’t hurt. You’ve already made a mess!” She says chuckling.

“Hey, I had to.” I say as Alex begins to pull down Khaki pants to her knees and shows her beautiful and quite muscular ebony legs, before then getting her white thong from around her waist and over to her knees also. “Coast is clear!” I say as I peer over the corner to see if anyone is coming.

There’s a moment of silence for a good 5 or maybe even 10 seconds. I look over to Alex almost to see if she is okay and see her looking down, and following her eyes I end up catching a glimpse of her vagina. Noticing she is fully shaven and has virtually no labia, but more of a ‘peach’, at least from what I could glimpse. Less than a second after I had looked over, suddenly a forceful, yellow, beam like stream emanates from her and sprays over the hard concrete splashing up and landing on the ground. I look outside of the corridor and ensure the coast is still clear. I look over again as I hear her burst out laughing.

“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve only ever used a toilet, apart from one time when I was really drunk and lost on the way home.”

I was quite excited about this whole experience and didn’t know what to make of it. I’m straight, but I was quite comfortable weeing in front of her and enjoying watching her wee over the concrete immensely.

“It’s happened a few times here.” I say as I get a tissue out of the pack and lean over to give her one. At this point I can’t escape catching an eyeful of Alex spraying her urine over the concrete, her blouse poorly concealing her vagina as her yellow stream.

“Thanks babe. I mean you’re definitely prepared for the occasion!”

“Think of it this way. If we’re travelling all across the country and you’re catching all these lorry drivers and delivery drivers weeing up a bush, don’t we have the same needs? Being able to hold it doesn’t make it a good thing to hold it.” Just before I go over to the corner to check again I notice that her cute black court shoes and the top of her feet are covered in her pee. I guess despite it going out further than my own it was a more concentrated, forceful pee.

“No you defo have a point. I’m feeling a lot better.”

I go over to check we’re still clear, and we are. After a few more seconds, Alex’s stream suddenly stops, rather than dies down. Maybe she’s finished, I think to myself or maybe she’s let enough out. Either way, there’s a lot of pee on the floor and a good amount of it is hers. I take a look again as she wipes her vagina with the tissue and looks around a bit before deciding to drop it in her puddle. I decide not to say about her shoes, though I do wonder why she didn’t try and clean them. She either didn’t notice, or didn’t want to clean them in front of me and admit she splashed herself. She starts to come out of her squat and fix up her trousers.

“God I feel so much better now.” Alex says as she makes her post wee adjustments to her trousers. “But listen, let’s not talk about this, yeah?”

“Of course!” I reply. “You caught me weeing in the street, I’m not going to say anything. I’m your manager, you’re never meant to see me like that.”

“Yeah the kind of manager who offers me a tissue when I do the same”. She bursts out laughing and I do too. “Moving swiftly on, shall we head over?”

“Lets!” I say as Alex steps out of her puddle of wee and back towards me.

Note from the writer: I submitted this rather long letter in summer when the main story happened, and was told recently that it would be included later on due to its length. The editor also asked if I would include a photo. I don’t want to lose my job but I definitely enjoyed the idea, and also taking the photo itself 😉

Here’s a photo of me weeing over a parking garage taken especially for this. Had to prop my phone on the dash and video the whole thing to get this. I must admit I get quite excited playing the clip back especially as I try a slightly different squat.

Note from the editor: It looks like two of our writers may actually know each other! So I’ve joined the older story to this one. Feel free to draw your own conclusions. 

 

Edited December 22, 2022 by sd91

[wetwulf 3,324]

Dear Wet Carpet,

It's early ski season where I live, and my close friend talked me into spending a weekend away at her parent's cabin at the ski resort. I love to ski, but I've only taken day trips and have never stayed in a cabin before.

The fun started for us as we rode the ski lift up to one of the blue square slopes. We hopped off and both enjoyed a smooth run down the mountain without any issues. When we reached the bottom, my friend was looking back towards the lodge.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, I just kind of need to pee, but I don't feel like dealing with my snow suit. I can hold it." So we walked to the ski lifts again. Less than halfway up, my friend was squirming. "Okay, maybe I had to go worse than I thought," she said.

"How bad is it?" I asked.

"Pretty bad," she said. I thought for a moment until my secret fetish kicked in.

"I mean… your suit is already wet from the melting snow," I said. My friend looked at me, wide-eyed. "You'll feel better and not be so desperate," I said. She bit her lip. "Or you wait until we jump off, but you'd still have to wrestle with your suit, and there will be people skiing by us."

"That's true," she said. "I don't think I can hold it until we get down the mountain, so…." My friend sat still for a moment, biting her lip again. "Okay, I'm going to go in my suit." She sat up in her seat and then seemed to relax. "Oh! I'm peeing! My panties are soaked now, and I can feel it soaking into my thermals. I hope it doesn't show through my snowsuit!" She sighed, and I could tell she was letting it all go.

"I don't see anything," I said. Soon, she sighed and smiled, so she must have finished. We reached the top, hopped off, and started our descent. We skied some more until we were both too cold, and we didn't talk about her pee at all.

Not, at least, until later when we returned to her parent's cabin. Worn out from skiing, we stumbled into the cabin. My friend walked right over to the sofa and, without thinking, flopped down onto it. I started to say something, but then she gasped and said, "Shit, I think I'm getting the sofa wet." I thought she was going to get up, but she said, "Well, nothing to do about it now." Then, I saw her face change much like it had on the ski lift.

"Are you peeing?" I said in surprise.

"Yes," she said. "I needed to go, and I figured the sofa is already wet, so… ahhh." This time I could hear her pee hissing inside her snowsuit, but I still couldn't see anything. "Mmm. This actually feels really good. You should try it before you change out of your snowsuit."

I honestly was curious, so I walked further into the room and then sat on the other side of the sofa. I relaxed and soon felt my crotch get very wet and warm as a strong flow of pee soaked my panties and my thermals and warmed my whole crotch area and my upper thighs inside my snowsuit. I sighed with relief and let all my pee go. My friend just nodded knowingly.

After that, we spent the rest of the weekend skiing and peeing. On the last day, as we were packed to leave, my friend noticed she must have put her wet snowsuit on her bed because the corner was wet. She looked at me, smiling mischievously. "Should I?" she asked. I shrugged.

"It's your parent's cabin, not mine." She laughed.

"They get it professionally cleaned," she said, "so they'll never know." As she said this, I watched her remove her leggings and panties and sit on the corner of her bed. "Ooh, it's kind of cold! Guess I need to warm it up." Then she got the same relaxed look on her face as before, and I could hear hissing as she peed directly into her bed. "We have to come back here again," she said.

I agreed. I'll let you know if we do.

Katie

 

[steve25805 126,116]

Dear Wet carpet.

I am the manager of a small company, recently divorced. I have lately been hooking up with my secretary who is a wild, anything goes, kind of lady. For one thing she is into peeing, not really the whole golden shower thing but she likes peeing in random places and enjoys the fact that her man - me - cleans up after her. At my place she has peed on the kitchen and bathroom floors and on the bedroom carpet in the corner of the room.

When out at pubs and emboldened by a few drinks she has been known to pee off the front of her seat onto the carpet under the table. She told me she has been into the whole peeing everywhere thing from a young age. Lately I have been making suggestions when she needs to go. Last week I got her to pee on my living room rug. She was happy - indeed gleeful - to do it and clearly gets a buzz out of doing such things.

Naturally I have introduced her to this magazine and she enjoys reading it as much as I do. Well the other day we got talking about how awesome it would be to send some pics and a letter of our own in. In the office yesterday it was just me and her at the end of the day and she needed to pee, and I had the most outrageous idea. I suggested that she just get up and pee on her desk whilst I took pics to send to you guys. She was well up for it. She cleared much of the clutter from the desk and climbed up onto it. Then she unfastened and lowered her jeans as she lowered herself into a squat. Then she just started pissing right there on her desk. As you can see....


Yes that's my secretary pissing on her desk. And she carried right on pissing even as it started flowing off the front of the desk onto the office carpet....


I think you can tell that she was loving doing that.

Hope you guys love the pics as much as I do.

I'm a lucky guy.

[steve25805 126,116]

Dear Wet Carpet

I once knew a girl when I was very young who used to let me watch her pee. I used to get her to do it in the corner of my bedroom on the carpet. She seemed to like doing it. 

Well we went our separate ways after a while and grew up, but I have a thing about women peeing in naughty places. I am in my early 20s and recently that youthful girlfriend and I hooked up again in a city centre pub over a few drinks. She too is now in her early twenties and looks a bit like Madonna did back in the 80s, blonde and sexy. We ended up going back to my place after a few drinks, buying some cans and a bottle of wine on the way. 

Now I have only just recently left the family home so money is still tight, and so I am for now living in a large one room bedsit with a single bed, a couple of armchairs. a table, and two chairs, a carpeted floor with a linoleum covered floor in the kitchen area. Adjacent to the kitchen areas is a shower unit but there is no toilet. Instead I have to use a communal toilet up a flight of stairs. It is to be honest just a whole lot more convenient just to piss in the kitchen sink or in the shower unit..

Well my companion and I were drinking lager when she had to pee, and groaned at the prospect of having to leave the bedsit and go outside up to the communal loo. She looked at me with a naughty grin and suggested doing it in the shower if I was okay with that and that I was welcome to watch for old times sake. Emboldened by the alcohol I replied that she could pee anywhere she wanted and that I didn't mind. She laughed, "I know you don't!"

With a big grin on her face she got up and strode towards the shower unit, reaching to unfasten her jeans as she approached it. But then she seemed to have a bit of naughty inspiration as she turned to me with a massive smile and suggested, "Shall I just piss on the floor?" I told her to go right ahead, unable to believe my luck. Standing on the linoleum of the kitchen area, she unfastened her jeans and lowered both them and her panties down to her knees as she dropped down into a squat. Her pussy and its neatly trimmed blonde pubic hairs  were in full view as her curved ass hung inches over the linoleum floor. For several seconds she just squatted there grinning at the naughtiness of what she was about to do. Then the floodgates opened with a loud hissing and splashing sound. Her yellow tinged pee was cascading down onto the floor, her grin broadening in delight. The puddle on the floor grew rapidly larger, spreading to cover a large area, as her piss splashed loudly down. The puddle reached the edge of the linoleum area and began to moisten the edge of the carpet, but she just carried right on pissing. And one of the most erotic aspects of the whole scene was the blatantly obvious fact that she was clearly enjoying it. It was a very long piss as well and the floor was flooded by the time she was done.

She looked down onto the floor, admiring the massive puddle with a grin, then stood up, hoisting her jeans and panties back up and refastening them. She stepped away from the mess she'd made and sat back down into the armchair, opening another can. She chuckled that there was no point cleaning up the mess because after another can or two and maybe a couple of glasses of wine, she'd need to pee on the floor again.

I had to pee too and said I was going to do it in the sink. She told me not to be so boring and wanted to watch me pee on the floor as well. So I got my dick out in front of her and did a long , loudly splashing piss all over the floor as she watched with a grin. 

Well, after a bit more drinking she decided that she needed another piss and got up and walked to the linoleum covered area of the floor, standing in the huge puddle of piss and about to unzip. At this point though I suggested that she just piss on the carpet for old times sake. She asked "What, in the corner like you used to have me do?" I said I didn't care where because I was not living with my family anymore so no need for discrete corners. She  then just strode into the middle of the room and said "Alright them, I'm going to piss right here." And she lowered herself into a squat, lowering her jeans and panties again, her naked ass and pussy just inches above the carpet. And then she was doing it, a long loud hissy pee right there on the carpet, grinning with obvious delight as she did so. The carpet immediately beneath her could not absorb her pee fast enough and a growing glistening lake was forming upon it, slowly seeping in to the fabric as it grew ever wider. By the time she was done there was a huge wet patch in the middle of the room on that carpet. I gazed at the large pool of pee gradually soaking into it as she stood and refastened her jeans.

When I had to go she offered to lend me a hand now but wanted me to do it against the wall. Well why not? So there I was with my jeans and underpants completely down around my ankles this time, facing the wall. And she was beside me holding my semi-erect dick as I pissed against the wall. Most of it of course ended up flowing down the wall onto the carpet below.

By the time we had finished off the lager and wine and were very tipsy and she was about to get ready to leave, she decided naturally to enjoy another piss first. She asked if I wanted to watch her piss on the carpet again at which point I said she could go wherever she wanted. Even through the haze of alcohol I could barely believe the outrageousness of what she did next. Because she strode over to my bed and climbed up onto it, unfastening and lowering her jeans and panties as she dropped down into a squat. There followed several seconds of her squatting there upon my bed with a massive grin, just waiting for me to object. I didn't. 

Then the floodgates opened and with a loud hissing she was pissing right there on my bed. Her long pee was obviously soaking through the blankets and sheets and  into the mattress. I couldnt believe what I was seeing. She was clearly enjoying herself too, laughing in mid flow about how she'd never had so much fun pissing. Then as her torrent of pee continued to ruin the mattress, she joked "Have fun sleeping here tonight". 

Afterwards, she wanted to hold my dick as I peed all over the bed too. She adjusted the aim so that I literally peed all over it.

By now of course we were both feeling so horny that her departure was delayed by the need to have sex. We both got completely naked in a rush, our clothes strewn everywhere as we fucked ourselves to orgasm upon that piss soaked bed, our naked bodies wet with piss though we were beyond caring about that. In fact it just added to the thrill of it.

She had to wipe her body dry with a towel afterwards before getting dressed and departing. So that's a pissy towel to add to the pissy bed and pissy carpet, but I was past caring. This was the most erotic evening of my entire life, and I plan on seeing her again before too long. 

My only problem now is how I clean up the mess so effectively that my landlord doesn't throw a wobbly, lol

Edited February 8, 2023 by steve25805

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I'm really hoping some of your readers will be able to give me some advice.   I've been seeing this really cute guy for a few months now and things are getting more serious.

Now my problem is, he's asked me to go away for a few days with him in his camper at Easter.  The plan is we're going to wild camp, just stopping wherever around the coast and into the mountains.  Don't get me wrong I'm really excited and really looking forward to most of the trip.

The thing I am petrified about though is the bathroom arrangements.  His van doesn't have a toilet compartment and it's alright for him as a bloke, he can just pee on the nearest tree.  The thing is, I've tried in the past and I just can't pee in the great outdoors.  I don't like public bathrooms much either, I'd rather hang on.  But away from a bathroom I just can't go.  I first noticed it when I was in my university days on nights out.  The other girls would often stop for a wee on the way home between parked cars or in an alley.  I'd be desperate too, but just nothing would come out.  Sometimes I'd end up wetting myself before I got home instead.  And since then the more I've worried about needing the toilet away from home, the worse it's become.  It's like a phobia now.

So, back to our forthcoming camping trip.  When we've been on days out together so far I've managed by not drinking too much and I've been absolutely frantic by the time I've got home. Yes I know neither of those things are healthy.   On the last day out literally as I got out of the car outside my own house I started to have an accident. My tired muscles were starting to spasm and then I felt wee warming up my bum and running down my legs.  It actually felt amazing, the relief was incredible as I stood in my front garden soaking my trousers, socks and walking boots.  But that's beside the point.  The thing is, I can't possibly tell my partner he made me have an accident now.  It's humiliating for one, and he'd feel dreadful.

When we're camping for a week I can't wet myself every single time and I can't avoid drinking and weeing either.  I don't know what to do, holding on isn't an option and wetting myself would be mortifying.

Have any of your readers experienced similar, what should I do ?

Regards - Diane.

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

On 2/17/2023 at 2:44 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I'm really hoping some of your readers will be able to give me some advice.   I've been seeing this really cute guy for a few months now and things are getting more serious.

Now my problem is, he's asked me to go away for a few days with him in his camper at Easter.  The plan is we're going to wild camp, just stopping wherever around the coast and into the mountains.  Don't get me wrong I'm really excited and really looking forward to most of the trip.

The thing I am petrified about though is the bathroom arrangements.  His van doesn't have a toilet compartment and it's alright for him as a bloke, he can just pee on the nearest tree.  The thing is, I've tried in the past and I just can't pee in the great outdoors.  I don't like public bathrooms much either, I'd rather hang on.  But away from a bathroom I just can't go.  I first noticed it when I was in my university days on nights out.  The other girls would often stop for a wee on the way home between parked cars or in an alley.  I'd be desperate too, but just nothing would come out.  Sometimes I'd end up wetting myself before I got home instead.  And since then the more I've worried about needing the toilet away from home, the worse it's become.  It's like a phobia now.

So, back to our forthcoming camping trip.  When we've been on days out together so far I've managed by not drinking too much and I've been absolutely frantic by the time I've got home. Yes I know neither of those things are healthy.   On the last day out literally as I got out of the car outside my own house I started to have an accident. My tired muscles were starting to spasm and then I felt wee warming up my bum and running down my legs.  It actually felt amazing, the relief was incredible as I stood in my front garden soaking my trousers, socks and walking boots.  But that's beside the point.  The thing is, I can't possibly tell my partner he made me have an accident now.  It's humiliating for one, and he'd feel dreadful.

When we're camping for a week I can't wet myself every single time and I can't avoid drinking and weeing either.  I don't know what to do, holding on isn't an option and wetting myself would be mortifying.

Have any of your readers experienced similar, what should I do ?

Regards - Diane.

Hi Diane

You need to get over the feelings of mortification - and think about the positive feelings you get when you are wetting yourself. Think about the relief and the warmth.

Start thinking these thoughts as soon as you take the first sip of your drink.

Take a sip and think to yourself. "Soon that sip will be warmth running down my legs".

Take another sip and think. "Soon my bladder will feel blissful release".

I can understand that you might not want to undress to pee out in the open - undressing can be a bit of a faff at the best of times - but just accept thet you will be wetting yourself and you will be fine.

You are not alone in your love of hiking and not wanting to undress to pee. Many now wear skirts to go hiking for the comfort and convenience (and not just women), and it can be very convenient to just stand in a skirt and let your pee run discreetly down your legs.

You must be confident. Don't think of it as an accident - you will be wetting yourself on purpose even if you are just waiting for the eventual release to come naturally. Your partner is not making you do anything, you are doing this for yourself.

I do hope you enjoy your next hike. Drink plenty to keep hydrated, and make sure it is a nice long hike.

Aunty Paulypeeps

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, or should I say Dear Aunt Paulypeeps,

I'm hoping this letter will be published, and hoping even more that you'll see it.   I just wanted to say thank you so much for taking the time to write.

Trying to be positive was a splendid idea, and I've been trying to follow that advice since the moment I read your letter.  Previously whenever I went out, I was always nervous as to where there'd be a bathroom.  Now I'm a lot more relaxed.  I've even come home from work a few times without popping to the ladies first.  Of course I've been bursting by the time I got home, but just like you said, I've been really concentrating on how lovely the relief would be.

A couple of times I must confess my clothes have been wet before I made it inside and once or twice when I've been wearing a skirt, I've even gone straight into my back garden, pretending to check on my flowers and have had 'an accident' in my underwear.  And you were exactly right.  The feeling of hot wee dribbling down my legs and disappearing into the grass was completely blissful.  Actually a couple of times I even did it just to enjoy that bliss.

The next thing I tried was waiting until I was quite desperate and then going out into the back garden and kneeling down to wee, naked under my dress.  It was quite late at night and totally dark, I'd had a glass of wine that probably helped.  At first nothing happened, it felt like my heart was pounding like a drum, but finally I managed to start a little dribble.  That trickle turned into a little stream and before I knew it I was weeing just like I was sitting on my toilet.  I was so proud of myself, it felt so wonderful and a bit naughty too - I actually went straight upstairs after and did something else a little naughty.

Tomorrow is the next of our rambles. Alex has already mentioned that it's a longer walk, but I feel totally relaxed.  I'm determined and actually a bit excited about the idea of pulling down my underwear and weeing in the grass, or maybe a forest floor somewhere in the great outdoors.  After all, I know whatever happened it wouldn't be the end of the world.

I wish I had you as a real Aunty when I was growing up.

Thank you,

Diane