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[hentaixt 1,581]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I am here to confess. I've done something both evil and vindictive, but I feel just in my actions. I was out shopping the other day at one of the stores I really enjoy, but as I was walking in, behind me saunters a "Karen" with her silly "purse dog" under her arm. The store only allows service animals and I know this well because I had one for a few years. It unfortunately got too old and had to be put down. After that I thought I was going to get another, but my physician said my condition no longer required one as long as I was diligent. Now, I KNOW this dog was a pet and not for service as she never put it down and the thing was wearing sunglasses. I tired to ignore it and do my shopping, but as I was walking around I could hear the thing barking at people, another good sign it was not trained. It so happens as I was getting ready to leave I needed to stop by the bathroom to pee, since the travel time was going to be about a half hour to get home. On my way by the pet aisle, I saw them again. The lady had put it down and was letting try out a bed or something. I ducked around the corner and pretended to look at sheets. I kept an ear open to listen for them leaving, in the meantime I slipped out of my panties from under my skirt and stuffed them in my handbag. I heard her pick the runt up, set it in the cart, and it was whimpering as I saw her come around to my side. I waited a second and left the opposite direction onto the pet aisle where she had just been. This allowed me to keep them in listening range again. I acted natural for about a minute, then I sprung to action. I flipped up my skirt, adopted a high squat and FLOODED the aisle. I pissed on everything I could hit, soaked the chew toys, drenched the beds, made a huge puddle on the floor, pushed hard and fast to get as much out quickly. It took maybe fifteen seconds, but it was the output of forty-five easy. I dashed out of the aisle and made a straight shot for the registers on the end-caps by the wall. Once I got up there, I stopped at the service desk and politely reported that the pet section was a disheveled mess, making clear to point out the only person in the place with an animal was her. The attendant thanked me and I promptly left. I went out and sat in my car and watched as the woman was escorted out in a VERY abrupt fashion while she screamed about unfair treatment. The acting manager was there and I am sure she was banned from returning.

"If they can't be left alone... JUST STAY HOME."

Edited July 24, 2023 by hentaixt

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

In this month's Wet Carpet Magazine we're going to introduce you to Raven, one of our favourite feature girls and winner of our member's choice 'wettest star' award no less than four times.  Recently I had the chance to hang out at her modest West Coast home and get to know her a little.  Here's what she had to say...

"So It's lovely to meet you Raven, you really have become one of the hottest stars of Wet Carpet Magazine in recent years - why do you think that is?

Well, I guess if you say so.  But I've never really considered myself a star, you know I've just a gal who likes to get wet now and then.

Yes, and we have to say yours is quite a different approach than most of our feature girls.  Many of our stars are full time models, content creators, on-demand video hostesses.  But you Raven... Well, sitting here with you, is just like chatting with a next door neighbour.

Awww, I'm glad you've picked up on that, because, well that's just who I am.  I guess I've just hit lucky - I can be myself, have a bit of fun getting naked or wetting myself in a way people love.  Y'know, just doing the same things I've always done for my own kicks and it seems like other folks enjoy seeing them.  It's like I don't really do it for anyone else, just for my own naughty fun, but always great to think of other folks getting hot under the collar from it.

It is indeed - you certainly get us hot under the collar.  So have you always been into it, can you trace the origins of your kink to anything particular?

Well I guess I first started practicing holding my pee when I was younger.  I guess I can't really discuss anything underage, but I grew up in a small town and whenever we were sitting in church on a Sunday morning we had a pastor who just loved the sound of his own voice.  He'd go on for ages, and it was a sort of rule that nobody got up before the final prayer.  Us girls used to watch each other trying not to squirm, wondering who was most desperate. We'd all be trying to hide it from the boys, who wanted any one of us to have an accident.  I'd love to tell you more, but I'd probably get you pulled off the shelves...

That's a shame - but true. We have to keep things adult I'm afraid.  I'm guessing though those experiences carried forward into adult life though?

Well yes.  Pretty much all my adult life I've been working in bars and serving in restaurants.  Now one thing is certain, when you're in a busy joint the girl serving you will without a doubt be counting the minutes to her potty break.  I'm lucky, I've got a strong bladder and I cope pretty well being desperate.  And it's a sink or swim sort of jungle out there.  A never ending line of new girls wanting a few bucks.  I've even seen some girls wetting themselves on their first night and quitting in tears.

Not me though (ha ha) - I waited until at least my third night.    I'm kidding of course, it was at least a month.   But it taught me a lot - a lot about my bladder and my limits.   How long I could hold,  how to pop a sneaky squat when taking out the empty bottles to the dumpster, or even a standing pee under my skirt to relieve the pressure a bit.  Also it taught me a lot about how to twist guys around my little finger.   Standing at their table and letting them know I needed to go, the tips would go up according to how badly I squirmed and looked desperate.  Some guys were sweet about it, but others were just complete pricks.

Any particular memories spring to mind? 

I had one older guy who used to come in every week, he was sweet enough and gave good tips.  It gradually became more obvious he had a thing for me. Well a thing for desperate me really.  I'd play up to it a bit, and it got to the point where I'd let myself get super desperate at the end of my shift and he'd give me a lift home.  I'd be genuinely frantic, about to burst and would either jump out of his car and squat or sometimes not even that.  Times when I'd flood my panties right as I stepped out of his car.  He'd have such an erection and sometimes I'd let him rub my wet panties.   Seems his wife found out though, that put an end to it.

On an opposite extreme, one bar I worked in got a bit rowdy sometimes.  One night a bunch of guys in a booth were getting a bit too much - trying to grab me as I served them, hands wandering and that kind of thing.  My manager had told the younger servers to avoid them, but knew I could take care of myself.  I went over to give them their check and ask them to leave, one of them grabbed me round the waist and pulled me onto his lap, his hand going straight up my skirt.  Thing was, I was bursting to pee and as he pulled on my waist I started to leak a little.  Then I sort of let the floodgates open.  I felt the lovely warmth of my pee flooding my panties and flowing around my bum and thighs.  It took a few seconds for it to soak through my skirt and his jeans before it dawned on his caveman brain I'd just pissed on him.  He pushed me away, knocking glasses and bottles flying, then our doorstaff muscled in and they were history.   It shook me up a bit, but the pee felt so good.

So it sounds like events like that shaped your interests and inspire your performances?

Yes definitely, and I guess as we experience more fun we get a bit bolder too.   I don't know if I'd call what I do 'performances'.  I just do what I want, and what feels right.   If I'm having coffee here on my porch and want to pee then I'll just do it and maybe snap a few pictures for your members.  Sometimes I'll do it anyway without the pics.  Or maybe if I'm walking home at night I'll let a bit of pee out.  If my panties get cold I may take them off, or maybe take my skirt off instead.  It's about being free and bold - with pee, with nudity, being myself.   And if I share and people enjoy it then all the better.

Wonderful, and we do love you for it.  Now, just a few more questions and we're done.

On a scale of 1 - 10, how much do you need a wee just now?

Erm, I'd say a six.  No, wait probably closer to an eight.

Ok, but you can hold that thought....  Favourite underwear, style and colour?

I don't know that I have a favourite - sometimes briefs, othertimes a thong.  Maybe just everyday cotton and sometime lacy.  I also do love to go commando and sometimes for fun I'll wear a pull up diaper.

Personal grooming preferences?

Usually trimmed.   I don't like to get too bushy, but at the same time I'm not one for putting the effort in to be waxed or totally shaved all the time.  You take me as you find me.

Ok, and do you have any one singular most enjoyable experience to tell us about?

That would be something that happened last month, my cousin's wedding.  It was up in the hills an hour or two from here and I'd arrived just in time to rush in to the chapel. No chance for a potty break.  Sitting through the service wasn't too bad and then it was straight outside for photographs.  No sign of the little girls' room anywhere but that wasn't a problem.  I had an ankle length dress on and strappy shoes so I just stood with my legs apart and let myself slowly go. Right in the middle of posing for group photographs.  It felt absolutely amazing, my lacy panties barely got wet as two burning rivers flowed down my legs, soaking into the grass.  I made sure I peed really slowly and at the end of it I could have orgasmed it felt so good.  I didn't actually use a bathroom until the next morning, but that doesn't mean was I holding back from peeing.

Final question now, do you have any really wild unfulfilled fantasies?

I'm not sure I should tell you this, gosh I'm blushing at the thought.  In reality pee is all just about me, and not really shared with anyone else in real life. 

But in my fantasies I'd like to be a bit of a dominatrix.  I'd like to go out with a guy to a really classy event, like say the Oscars.   Beforehand though I'd make him wear my sexiest ladies' lingerie - all black satin briefs, corset, suspenders underneath his tuxedo.   During the evening we'd down champagne and cocktails, but the thing is he's not allowed to use the bathroom at all, not even to mention it or show any signs of desperation.  He's got to hold all night without complaint.  If he's lucky enough to make it back without humiliating himself,  just when he thinks I'll let him go I'd blindfold him and restrain him.  Then tease him until he's broken and absolutely floods his suit and lingerie.  By that time of course I'd probably be desperately ready to pee too - all over him.

Wow, that's an incredible thought that we didn't expect.  But I'm hoping my tux still fits...

I'd like to thank you for your time Raven, it's been wonderful to get to know you - and we look forward to plenty more Wet Carpet Magazine adventures from you.   Thanks Raven again for all that you give to us, we love you.

 

[Kupar 13,341]

36 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

In this month's Wet Carpet Magazine we're going to introduce you to Raven, one of our favourite feature girls and winner of our member's choice 'wettest star' award no less than four times.  Recently I had the chance to hang out at her modest West Coast home and get to know her a little.  Here's what she had to say...

"So It's lovely to meet you Raven, you really have become one of the hottest stars of Wet Carpet Magazine in recent years - why do you think that is?

Well, I guess if you say so.  But I've never really considered myself a star, you know I've just a gal who likes to get wet now and then.

Yes, and we have to say yours is quite a different approach than most of our feature girls.  Many of our stars are full time models, content creators, on-demand video hostesses.  But you Raven... Well, sitting here with you, is just like chatting with a next door neighbour.

Awww, I'm glad you've picked up on that, because, well that's just who I am.  I guess I've just hit lucky - I can be myself, have a bit of fun getting naked or wetting myself in a way people love.  Y'know, just doing the same things I've always done for my own kicks and it seems like other folks enjoy seeing them.  It's like I don't really do it for anyone else, just for my own naughty fun, but always great to think of other folks getting hot under the collar from it.

It is indeed - you certainly get us hot under the collar.  So have you always been into it, can you trace the origins of your kink to anything particular?

Well I guess I first started practicing holding my pee when I was younger.  I guess I can't really discuss anything underage, but I grew up in a small town and whenever we were sitting in church on a Sunday morning we had a pastor who just loved the sound of his own voice.  He'd go on for ages, and it was a sort of rule that nobody got up before the final prayer.  Us girls used to watch each other trying not to squirm, wondering who was most desperate. We'd all be trying to hide it from the boys, who wanted any one of us to have an accident.  I'd love to tell you more, but I'd probably get you pulled off the shelves...

That's a shame - but true. We have to keep things adult I'm afraid.  I'm guessing though those experiences carried forward into adult life though?

Well yes.  Pretty much all my adult life I've been working in bars and serving in restaurants.  Now one thing is certain, when you're in a busy joint the girl serving you will without a doubt be counting the minutes to her potty break.  I'm lucky, I've got a strong bladder and I cope pretty well being desperate.  And it's a sink or swim sort of jungle out there.  A never ending line of new girls wanting a few bucks.  I've even seen some girls wetting themselves on their first night and quitting in tears.

Not me though (ha ha) - I waited until at least my third night.    I'm kidding of course, it was at least a month.   But it taught me a lot - a lot about my bladder and my limits.   How long I could hold,  how to pop a sneaky squat when taking out the empty bottles to the dumpster, or even a standing pee under my skirt to relieve the pressure a bit.  Also it taught me a lot about how to twist guys around my little finger.   Standing at their table and letting them know I needed to go, the tips would go up according to how badly I squirmed and looked desperate.  Some guys were sweet about it, but others were just complete pricks.

Any particular memories spring to mind? 

I had one older guy who used to come in every week, he was sweet enough and gave good tips.  It gradually became more obvious he had a thing for me. Well a thing for desperate me really.  I'd play up to it a bit, and it got to the point where I'd let myself get super desperate at the end of my shift and he'd give me a lift home.  I'd be genuinely frantic, about to burst and would either jump out of his car and squat or sometimes not even that.  Times when I'd flood my panties right as I stepped out of his car.  He'd have such an erection and sometimes I'd let him rub my wet panties.   Seems his wife found out though, that put an end to it.

On an opposite extreme, one bar I worked in got a bit rowdy sometimes.  One night a bunch of guys in a booth were getting a bit too much - trying to grab me as I served them, hands wandering and that kind of thing.  My manager had told the younger servers to avoid them, but knew I could take care of myself.  I went over to give them their check and ask them to leave, one of them grabbed me round the waist and pulled me onto his lap, his hand going straight up my skirt.  Thing was, I was bursting to pee and as he pulled on my waist I started to leak a little.  Then I sort of let the floodgates open.  I felt the lovely warmth of my pee flooding my panties and flowing around my bum and thighs.  It took a few seconds for it to soak through my skirt and his jeans before it dawned on his caveman brain I'd just pissed on him.  He pushed me away, knocking glasses and bottles flying, then our doorstaff muscled in and they were history.   It shook me up a bit, but the pee felt so good.

So it sounds like events like that shaped your interests and inspire your performances?

Yes definitely, and I guess as we experience more fun we get a bit bolder too.   I don't know if I'd call what I do 'performances'.  I just do what I want, and what feels right.   If I'm having coffee here on my porch and want to pee then I'll just do it and maybe snap a few pictures for your members.  Sometimes I'll do it anyway without the pics.  Or maybe if I'm walking home at night I'll let a bit of pee out.  If my panties get cold I may take them off, or maybe take my skirt off instead.  It's about being free and bold - with pee, with nudity, being myself.   And if I share and people enjoy it then all the better.

Wonderful, and we do love you for it.  Now, just a few more questions and we're done.

On a scale of 1 - 10, how much do you need a wee just now?

Erm, I'd say a six.  No, wait probably closer to an eight.

Ok, but you can hold that thought....  Favourite underwear, style and colour?

I don't know that I have a favourite - sometimes briefs, othertimes a thong.  Maybe just everyday cotton and sometime lacy.  I also do love to go commando and sometimes for fun I'll wear a pull up diaper.

Personal grooming preferences?

Usually trimmed.   I don't like to get too bushy, but at the same time I'm not one for putting the effort in to be waxed or totally shaved all the time.  You take me as you find me.

Ok, and do you have any one singular most enjoyable experience to tell us about?

That would be something that happened last month, my cousin's wedding.  It was up in the hills an hour or two from here and I'd arrived just in time to rush in to the chapel. No chance for a potty break.  Sitting through the service wasn't too bad and then it was straight outside for photographs.  No sign of the little girls' room anywhere but that wasn't a problem.  I had an ankle length dress on and strappy shoes so I just stood with my legs apart and let myself slowly go. Right in the middle of posing for group photographs.  It felt absolutely amazing, my lacy panties barely got wet as two burning rivers flowed down my legs, soaking into the grass.  I made sure I peed really slowly and at the end of it I could have orgasmed it felt so good.  I didn't actually use a bathroom until the next morning, but that doesn't mean was I holding back from peeing.

Final question now, do you have any really wild unfulfilled fantasies?

I'm not sure I should tell you this, gosh I'm blushing at the thought.  In reality pee is all just about me, and not really shared with anyone else in real life. 

But in my fantasies I'd like to be a bit of a dominatrix.  I'd like to go out with a guy to a really classy event, like say the Oscars.   Beforehand though I'd make him wear my sexiest ladies' lingerie - all black satin briefs, corset, suspenders underneath his tuxedo.   During the evening we'd down champagne and cocktails, but the thing is he's not allowed to use the bathroom at all, not even to mention it or show any signs of desperation.  He's got to hold all night without complaint.  If he's lucky enough to make it back without humiliating himself,  just when he thinks I'll let him go I'd blindfold him and restrain him.  Then tease him until he's broken and absolutely floods his suit and lingerie.  By that time of course I'd probably be desperately ready to pee too - all over him.

Wow, that's an incredible thought that we didn't expect.  But I'm hoping my tux still fits...

I'd like to thank you for your time Raven, it's been wonderful to get to know you - and we look forward to plenty more Wet Carpet Magazine adventures from you.   Thanks Raven again for all that you give to us, we love you.

 

A wonderful interview! She really is something special isn't she? Great to have her feature in the magazine. It's a great idea for a regular series of articles. Thanks!

[ABBYPEEGODDESS 1,746]

It’s my first shot at this.

 

Dear Wet Carpet,

 

Hello, Wet Carpet readers; I’m Aaron, 45 years old I live with my only daughter, 18. Her name is Aaliyah; her mother, my wife, passed away two years ago in a car accident. Aaliyah and I have been closer than ever; she is an excellent girl. Her grades are immaculate. She’s an honor roll student; after graduating, Aaliyah has an Ivy League scholarship. 

 

(Aaliyah's physical description)

Aaliyah is 5’7, and her skin color is light skin. Her hair is golden brown, curly down to her lower back. Her eyes are like mine, turquoise like the ocean. She’s very fit and curvy since she was a star volleyball player.

(Back to my problem)

Aaliyah has always been a wonderful girl. She helps me clean and cook, and as a kid, she was always respectful and a model kid; this continued to her teenage years a couple of months ago. 

 

A couple of months ago, on her birthday, it was a small party; my family members and some of her friends were there. We had a lovely time telling jokes and eating food for a couple of hours as the guests exited my house, leaving me and Aaliyah alone. 

 

“Aghh, I have to pee.” I turn to see my daughter lowering her pants along with her white panties that make her skin glow. As she squats down, I got a glimpse of her fleshy wax pussy as it releases a torrent of pee escape from her shell. I turned away, giving her privacy, but I heard her gushing waterfall destroying the living room carpet. It sounded like someone was ripping the carpet. After a full minute of echoing hissing, the stream began to die down. I gave a few seconds before I turned around and saw my daughter finishing wiping. A colossal puddle that reached my feet and spread to the hardwood floor. I was in pure shock at how much she had just sprayed out. She just smiled at me. “I had to pee, Daddy.” She felt no remorse for what she had just done. At that moment, I didn't think anything of it; she had the perfect daughter until then, so I said. “No worries, honey, we all have to go urgently. I'll clean it up; you go upstairs.” 

 

She left with a smile dropping the tissue on the ground and walking away. As I inspected the damage, I noticed where her stream impacted the carpet; it made a hole that I could feel the concrete. 

 

After that day, I noticed pee stains on the walls, carpet, and couches. The house per se doesn’t smell foul female urine usually doesn’t have the same odor as men’s. It smells almost like a salty beach. But I do everything to clean up and make the house smell fresh. 

 

Just yesterday, I was walking downstairs as I had just showered. I notice Aaliyah reading a thick book about biology as I try not to disturb her since she looks so tranced in her studies. She was wearing a long hoodie that looked like mine. As I watched her more, I noticed she hiked up the hoodie. I saw a golden arc exiting her as I stood there, shocked as it touched the 20 ft ceiling. Aaliyah concreted in her book didn’t even care about the damage she was causing. As it came down, some of it even landed on me. How can she pee so much and hard without even trying? As her water fountain ran out of water, she wiped herself with a tissue she had in the hoodie pocket and throws on the ground without taking an eye off the book.

 

As a father, I wouldn’t know how to stop this. Please, I need some advice on what I should do to prevent this?

[Lutab 1,054]

You should talk to her about why she does it and what she gets out of it. If you understand why then you might be able to relate better also you could come to some compromises about how she goes. Understanding her is step one. You might understand once you talk to her.

[ABBYPEEGODDESS 1,746]

Dear Wet Carpet & Lutab,

 

Aaron here again for a quick update. I appreciate your advice Lutab, so I will tell you how it went. 

 

Aaliyah was gone at school and volleyball practice all day, so it allowed me to clean her puddles all day. I learned that she could piss super hard, like with the force of a commercial power washer. Her bedroom carpet was destroyed by holes where her stream made an impact. The wall were chipped, so I cleaned and cleaned my hands smelled like her dried urine.

 

At 8 pm, she walked into the wearing her volleyball gear. She looked worn out and tried but, most importantly, desperate. “Hey honey, before you do anything, can we talk?” I ask her “Mhmm,” she bits her lips. “Well, I just wanted to know why are you peeing anywhere but the toilet?” As I wait to see her reaction, “Well, you know when a girl gotta she gotta go.” As she moves her loose-fitting white volleyball shorts, exposing her unshaven vagina as a thick broad clear stream erupts from her lips as she turns to face the front door. “At least she respectful not to pee on me.” I think, “Honey, please, I’ll let you finish this one, but why you used to be such a good girl? Why the sudden change?”

 

As the loud hissing and stream crashing into our front door filled the silence between us. “Well, Dad, I’ve never done anything wrong I’ve never got a call home from school; I always had straight A’s from Kindergarten till now. I’ve never caused you any trouble. So what’s wrong with me peeing where I want? I have needs that must be released, or I can have a UTI. Or do you want your little princess to get a UTI? 

 

So I am writing this to ask what do I say. I’m lost. I left her to finish her pee because I was speechless.

 

Please, someone, help.

[Alfresco 11,639]

Dear Wet Carpet and Aaron,

It sounds like your daughter is having a rebellious streak in response to years of being the perfect child.  Now she has come of age, her internal desire for self expression and release are finding a way to be shown.   Maybe the first time she peed after her party was out of true desperation and possible through having a little excess alcohol which lowered her inhibitions - especially if she hadn’t been drinking previously?  It is possible that this first release felt so good that she wanted to repeat it and you didn’t chastise her, so she thought it was OK to feel free to relieve herself this way whenever she wants.

It is unfortunate (although undeniably hot) that her stream is powerful enough to cause damage and I think you could use this fact to help the situation.   It seems that her previous good conduct means that you are not used to needing to be firm with her and this may need to change.   You could talk to her and explain that whilst you have no desire for her to suffer UTIs, she has managed perfectly well for the last 18 years, the carpets are suffering and you need to agree a compromise which lets her pee conveniently without destroying the house as I am sure she wants to live in a well kept house, not one with holes in the carpets.

I think that now she has found the convenience and probably pleasure of peeing wherever she is, it is unlikely that you will be able to completely take that away from her, so damage limitation may be the key.

A possible suggestion would be to tell her that she can always feel free to pee wherever she is whilst outside and maybe even make a game of that by setting up some targets that she can use to test her aim, encouraging control of her stream and making use of that power.  However, she obviously isn’t going to want to go outside all the time so you could look at damage limitation and put a thick doormat in one place in each room.  This would be a sacrificial mat that she could use to pee and yes pee would go through it into the carpet, but it would take out the force and protect the carpet from being ripped.

It also my be worth you trying to understand what she feels by seeing it from both sides.  Maybe next time you need to pee, just pee where you are.  You will probably find that you enjoy it too and if Aliyah is going to be peeing on the carpet anyway, then there is no harm in you joining her.   

Good luck!

 

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Mike and I have been dating a lady in her early 40s called Linda, who works as a maths teacher in the local comprehensive.

We were sharing a bottle of wine at my place when somehow she ended up telling me about her first boyfriend when she was young who liked to watch her pissing on his bedroom carpet. She said she enjoyed doing it. It was fun in a naughty kind of way to be doing it on someone's carpet while they watched.

Well when she later said she had to pee and mumbled something about how it is always a pain having to go upstairs to the toilet, I said "Why bother? Just do it here on the floor."

She laughed, "Right here on the carpet? Are you sure?"

I said. "Sure, I don't mind."

And with that she strode into the middle of the room, and unzipped her jeans and was soon dropping down into a squat with her jeans and panties pulled down. Her shaven pussy was on full display hovering just inches above my living room carpet. And then with a sudden hissing sound, she was pissing right there on my carpet, a big grin on her face. As her piss splashed down the wet patch on the carpet beneath and slightly in front of her grew ever larger, and very soon a large puddle was forming upon it as her piss hissed out and splashed down faster than the carpet could absorb it. She looked down at the mess she was making, then looked at me with a massive grin on her face, laughing about how it was a good job the kids at school couldn't see her now. It was pretty obvious to me that she was getting off on it even more than I was. As her piss sprayed down she chuckled that she couldnt believe that a grown woman such as herself was just peeing on the carpet, and laughed that I was a dirty bastard for letting her do it. I laughed, "I love that you are calling me a dirty bastard when you are the one actually doing the pissing" She conceded with a grin that this was a fair point.

When she was done, she stood up and refastened her jeans, looking down with a huge grin at at the massive pool of piss slowly soaking into the carpet. Then she looked at me with a beaming face and said "Thanks for that. I needed that". Then she giggled aloud at what she had just done.

Later, after some more wine, she didnt even bother to ask. She just popped a squat over another area of the same carpet and pissed there again, partly out of convenience but mostly because she enjoyed doing it, and loved  the fact that the owner of the carpet - me - was there watching her doing it.

When we went upstairs to bed, she didn't bother using the toilet either. Instead she popped a squat and christened the bedroom carpet right beside the bed.

 

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am an 18 year old blue eyed blonde with a resentment of my dad and my stepmother because of the way my mum got dumped. My dad is well into his 40s and she is only 29 which just annoys me even more, him dumping mum for a younger model like that. I must concede she is a curvy brunette whom most guys would regard as sexy, but that just seems to make it worse.

Well recently I have occasionally, not too often to avoid making it too obvious, been expressing my resentment in my own unique way, basically sneaking into their bedroom when they were not in there and peeing on their carpet. I must admit that I got a naughty buzz out of doing it.

But the other day I was squatting there beside her side of the bed, skirt hoisted and panties in my hand, gleefully peeing on the carpet when disaster struck. She walked in and caught me in mid flow. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights I couldnt stop immediately and was just squatting there mortified whilst still pissing away.

Naturally she looked shocked, but then grinned as she watched me. She said, "So you are the one responsible for these wet pissy patches, eh? And all this time I have been blaming the dog."

I managed at last to stop and stood up, allowing my skirt to hide my private parts, though with my panties still in my hand. She said to me, "So you think you can just piss on my carpet and get away with it do you? Well we will see about that." And she strode out of the room, with myself in hot pursuit, fearful she was going to tell my dad. But instead she just barged into my bedroom and climbed up onto my bed, hoisted her skirt and dropped into a squat, pulling her panties aside. Then with a big grin she started pissing right there on my bed. She smiled as she peed, saying "This is what you get for pissing on our carpet. And if you tell your dad about this I will let him know what you have been doing. "

By the time she was done my sheets and mattress were soaked. I had to sleep in the small sofa in my bedroom until I could dry the mattress out.

Anyway, immediately after finishing her piss and getting down off my bed she said to me. "I will tell you how it is going to be from now on. Anytime I feel like it I am going to come in here and piss on your carpet. And if you tell your dad, I will tell him about how I caught you pissing on the carpet in his bedroom. And if I should ever catch you doing that again, I shall make a point of coming in here with a very full bladder and piss all over your bed again. "

Well she had me over a barrel and since then from time to time she has come into my room when I have been in there and popped a squat and peed on my carpet with a satisfied grin on her face, sometimes in a corner, sometimes right in the middle of the room, sometimes right beside my bed. And she clearly gets a kick out of it. And there is not a damned thing I can do about it. Mind you, much to my surprise I kind of enjoy watching her doing it. And have occasionally peed on my own carpet just for fun. Well it is getting peed on anyway, right? So why not? 

My room does smell very pissy right now so it is a good job my dad never comes in.

As pay back I do still occasionally piss on her carpet beside their bed but am much more careful now and only do it occasionally and have never again been caught.

 

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I had what you might call a rather unconventional upbringing. My mum was a heavy drinker and also a bisexual, into ladies as well as men. She would often come home late in the evening when I was a teenager, quite drunk, and with men or women in tow.

I saw things I clearly shouldn't have because when my mum was drunk she didn't care and clearly got a buzz out of pissing. Like the time I saw her holding some guys dick as he pissed all over our kitchen floor. Or the time that she and several female friends from the pub were all laughing raucously as they pissed on the living room carpet. Even when not drunk and home alone with only me around she raised me to see peeing anywhere you felt like as normal. She'd think nothing of popping a squat wherever she felt like it and just peeing on the floor.

So from the start I took it as normal to just pee on the carpet beside my bed out of convenience, or on the living room carpet too and just leave it there. Our house stank of piss but this seemed perfectly normal to me. I did come to realise however - at about the same time that I realised that the pleasure I got from peeing all over the place was sexual - that this was not considered normal behaviour by most people. Which is why I became very selective about where I talked about it and who I shared it with. This became very easy to do on the internet via fetish groups. After all, I am sure most people never get to see some guy and his dick pissing in their mother's grinning face, or see several naked women pissing all over their obviously gleeful mum in the living room. Just two examples of some of the behaviour I saw and assumed was nothing unusual when growing up.

Basically  now I like to find guys, girls or couples on the internet who are willing to let me piss in random places. Because I have learned that the thrill can be so much greater if it is someone else's carpet I am pissing on. If you go to the right sites and are prepared to travel, it can be surprisingly easy to find guys, and sometimes girls, happy to let me visit them and pee on their carpets, beds or furniture. There are a few photos of me in action here and there on the internet, though no face shots I make sure. 

One couple I see, like me in their mid 20s, like to film me pissing on their bed. They like to sleep in that wet messy bed for kicks by all accounts.

One guy has this glass table thing going on. He likes me to squat naked on this round glass table in his living room and piss on it whilst he lays underneath watching. 

One of my favourites was this full on drink and drug fuelled pissing session in someone's bedroom, where a group of us - men and women ranging in age from their early 20s to late 40s - were all pissing all over the place just for a laugh. All over the carpet, all over the bed, against the walls, in the drawers and cupboards, on the furniture. Great fun.

One couple in their 40s, after filming me pissing  all over their bedroom carpet, had me hold and aim his semi-erect dick as he pissed in his wife's gleeful mouth.  That reminded me of the time I saw some guy pissing in mum's mouth with her drinking it. And she was loving it you could tell. She couldnt get enough. It was the same for this lady. 

I guess it warps your sexuality when you grow up seeing your mum doing things like this as just a normal part of life. One time I walked in on the sight of one of my forty something teachers squatting over my mums face and pissing in her mouth. Both quite drunk. But the teacher later asked me not to say anything about it to anyone. My mum had always raised me not to tell anyone about anything happening at home so discretion was normal for me. 

There is a lesbian couple in their late 20s who like to piss all over the carpet in their bedroom. Sometimes I travel to join them in such fun for a weekend. It really is tremendously erotic to just pee all over the floor, on the carpet, in someone else's place.

Though when alone in my own flat at night, if I need to pee I will just pee on the carpet beside the bed. This has been normal for me for as long as I can remember. After all, growing up in a house where it is normal for your mum to walk into your bedroom and just pee on the carpet in the middle of the room just for fun, as happened quite a lot, normalised such things completely.

There was one time when I was 18, not long before I moved out, when I was in my bedroom. Mum and this other woman who was one of her pub friends, and these two guys, all quite drunk and totally naked, walked into my room laughing and giggling drunkenly. My mum and her friend amidst much laugher each took hold of a guy's dick and aimed as they peed all over the carpet right in front of me. Then mum and her friend adopted a kind of semi-squatting position as they peed on the carpet themselves too. Then, laughing drunkenly, they walked out of the room, leaving me to contemplate the massive puddles of piss on my carpet.

Another time I heard much giggling female laughter coming from mums bedroom, whose door was wide open without a care. And there was mum, the barmaid from her local pub, and a couple of other women, one after the other peeing on mums bed apparently for a laugh, though clearly getting off on it. I never really knew how mum found such people.

I love pissing on beds too, mind you, though not my own. I prefer pissing on other peoples. Its not that I have any objection to the concept of pissing on my own bed. In fact I know I'd get a kick out of doing it. It is just the practicalities of having to try to sleep in a cold wet bed. I prefer that to be someone else's problem. Mum seemed less inhibited about such things, perhaps because she found it much easier to sleep in a pissy wet bed because she was drunk. In fact, chances are she probably got off on that too.

Unlike my mum, I have never been massively into the whole golden showers thing, though I have been peed on before and have even peed in some guys mouth. It is kind of empowering to be squatting over some guys face and pissing in his mouth so was kind of fun. But mainly I am just into the whole pissing all over the place thing.

If ever I find myself spending the night in a hotel room room I do enjoy marking my territory. I am pretty sure there is not a single hotel room I have stayed in whose carpet I didnt christen at least once. I see on fetish sites that I am not the only lady who does that. Not sure if mum ever stayed in hotels but if she did I am sure she would have peed all over the room.

I remember this guy she was having a thing with for a while, the wall pissing guy. He seemed to delight, with the obvious approval of mum, of getting his dick out and pissing against the nearest wall, often in the living room. He probably did it in her bedroom too. One time when she was with him, I encountered her standing naked in the living room facing the wall, her legs slightly apart and hips thrust forward, grinning as she peed against the wall like it was some female urinal. 

Occasionally, it can be the simpler naughtinesses that can seem so erotically charged. Like the time I saw one of mums friends squatting and peeing on the bathroom floor, door wide open, ignoring the toilet that was right there. Or the other time when the same woman was standing astride the toilet and pissing on its closed lid, most of her piss of course ending up on the floor.

Growing up I was always encountering random puddles of piss on the tiled kitchen floor, left there from the previous evening or even from earlier that day. Sometimes mum would mop it up later but quite often it would just be left there to eventually dry out on it's own. If it ever got the chance. Because quite often before it had the chance to dry out mum or one of her friends would end up pissing on that floor again anyway. I must admit that I would sometimes piss on the kitchen floor too if there was a puddle already there. 

I could go on, but thats the gist of it. Me a pee freak, raised by a pee freak and taught to think of it as normal.







 

Edited August 22, 2023 by steve25805

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On 8/22/2023 at 12:38 AM, steve25805 said:

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am an 18 year old blue eyed blonde with a resentment of my dad and my stepmother because of the way my mum got dumped. My dad is well into his 40s and she is only 29 which just annoys me even more, him dumping mum for a younger model like that. I must concede she is a curvy brunette whom most guys would regard as sexy, but that just seems to make it worse.

Well recently I have occasionally, not too often to avoid making it too obvious, been expressing my resentment in my own unique way, basically sneaking into their bedroom when they were not in there and peeing on their carpet. I must admit that I got a naughty buzz out of doing it.

But the other day I was squatting there beside her side of the bed, skirt hoisted and panties in my hand, gleefully peeing on the carpet when disaster struck. She walked in and caught me in mid flow. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights I couldnt stop immediately and was just squatting there mortified whilst still pissing away.

Naturally she looked shocked, but then grinned as she watched me. She said, "So you are the one responsible for these wet pissy patches, eh? And all this time I have been blaming the dog."

I managed at last to stop and stood up, allowing my skirt to hide my private parts, though with my panties still in my hand. She said to me, "So you think you can just piss on my carpet and get away with it do you? Well we will see about that." And she strode out of the room, with myself in hot pursuit, fearful she was going to tell my dad. But instead she just barged into my bedroom and climbed up onto my bed, hoisted her skirt and dropped into a squat, pulling her panties aside. Then with a big grin she started pissing right there on my bed. She smiled as she peed, saying "This is what you get for pissing on our carpet. And if you tell your dad about this I will let him know what you have been doing. "

By the time she was done my sheets and mattress were soaked. I had to sleep in the small sofa in my bedroom until I could dry the mattress out.

Anyway, immediately after finishing her piss and getting down off my bed she said to me. "I will tell you how it is going to be from now on. Anytime I feel like it I am going to come in here and piss on your carpet. And if you tell your dad, I will tell him about how I caught you pissing on the carpet in his bedroom. And if I should ever catch you doing that again, I shall make a point of coming in here with a very full bladder and piss all over your bed again. "

Well she had me over a barrel and since then from time to time she has come into my room when I have been in there and popped a squat and peed on my carpet with a satisfied grin on her face, sometimes in a corner, sometimes right in the middle of the room, sometimes right beside my bed. And she clearly gets a kick out of it. And there is not a damned thing I can do about it. Mind you, much to my surprise I kind of enjoy watching her doing it. And have occasionally peed on my own carpet just for fun. Well it is getting peed on anyway, right? So why not? 

My room does smell very pissy right now so it is a good job my dad never comes in.

As pay back I do still occasionally piss on her carpet beside their bed but am much more careful now and only do it occasionally and have never again been caught.

 

Sounds like she's pretty into it. Has anything else piss-related happened with your step mother? Have you considered pushing her further, seeing how much you can do without your dad finding out? Wonderful story and thank you for writing in!

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I'm hoping your readers might be able to give me some advice with a little problem I've got at work?

My name's Linda and I work for a private health care company.  Most of role is in visiting patients in their homes, assessing them and supporting their care.  I love the job, almost all my clients are lovely.

But I have a bit of a 'situation' shall we say that's arisen.   It happened a couple of weeks ago, the day started normally with a morning of visits.  Some of my patients are a bit lonely so I often sit and have a brew with them.  Healthcare isn't always about the physical treatment.  Anyway on that particular day I found myself running a bit late, I normally pop into the surgery over lunchtime and didn't get chance.  It was just one of those days.  Patients wanting to chat, roadworks, more chatting and before I knew it, somehow it was mid afternoon.

And to top it all, I needed a wee.   I hadn't really thought about it, but I hadn't been to the bathroom since I left my house in the morning, and I must have drunk six mugs of tea. Most of my clients understand that nurses have needs too, so I'd just ask at my next visit.  That was my plan.

The thing was, my next appointment was on the other side of my area and schools' traffic was at that nightmare point.  By the time I arrived my bladder was screaming at me, I was jiggling my knees together cursing all the other cars. I finally arrived at, let's call him Arthur's house.  With all my will power I carefully stepped out of the car, clenching my urinary sphincter for all I was worth and sort of hobbled to his front door.  I rang the bell and knocked praying he'd answer quickly.  I was literally dancing on the spot, I had to go so badly and had a hand jammed between my legs as though it would help.

Waiting was complete torture and then I felt the inevitable warm spurt as I started to pass urine. I was frantic and not really thinking straight.  I ran round the side of the house, still with a hand pressed on my crotch, I wasn't in a position to think through my options - and without thinking I spotted his garden shed door open.

You guessed it...  In a flash I was squatting with my trousers and slightly damp knickers at my knees relieving myself.  At that moment I didn't care about anything else, the feeling was amazing.

Now the thing is.  I got caught. By Arthur.   Fortunately I'd finished my wee and was just fastening my trousers when he caught me, but the huge lake at my feet and the fact I was in his shed made it pretty obvious.   Inside the house I apologised profusely and explained I was about to soil myself.  He was sweet and told me not to worry, it wasn't a problem.

But since then things have been awkward - each time I go Arthur reminds me, and it seems like he's got a crush on me and a bit of a fetish thing going on.  It started with little comments, asking if I needed a wee or if I'd been desperate again. Asking me how long since I last had a wee, if I'd ever had an accident. Then telling me I could wee in his shed again anytime I needed to.  It's not like he's being creepy, but it is a bit awkward. And the fact he seems to love me visiting is having a positive effect on his treatment.

The other big thing that's a bit awkward is that actually, my mind keeps going back to that day and actually I'm sort of a little turned on at the thought of what happened.  I think it's the risk, the naughtiness, the chance of being caught. A couple of times I've found myself desperate and my mind has flicked back to that afternoon.  My appointments with Arthur do tend to be the same time and I am contemplating perhaps holding on so I am desperate by the time I get to him...

What do your readers think - would it be unprofessional of me to accept Arthur's offer?   Nursing isn't all about the treating the physical ailment as I said. 

Edited October 2, 2023 by gldenwetgoose

[Lutab 1,054]

I think you should accept his offer but ask him once you get inside his apartment if he has a better place to go. See where he suggests you go. 😉

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Sarah and I am a 25 year old busty blue eyed blonde with long hair, though I am quite short, only just over five feet tall.

I have been seeing this slightly older guy and last night for the first time I went back to his place after a few drinks down the pub, where we had a few more drinks. We ended up in his bedroom of course, naked and having sex which was great.

After finishing we were laying naked together but I really couldnt ignore my growing need to pee for much longer. I pointed out that I didnt really want to have to get up but I had to choice because I had to go to the bathroom to pee. At this point he totally surprised me by telling me not to bother and just to do it on the floor. I had never done such a thing before, nor had doing so ever crossed my mind. I was always taught that nice girls use the toilet. And he was suggesting I pee right there on the carpet. But for some reason, perhaps because of the sheer outrageous naughtiness of the idea, I found the thought of actually doing that rather erotic in a kinky kind of way. I asked him if he was sure about that and he told me it was fine and that his ex used to do it all the time. Well, I thought, I'm his girl now and if anyone is going to pee on his carpet it is going to be me.

So, barely able to believe that I was actually doing this I squatted naked beside the bed as he leaned over to watch. And then I did it, peeing right there on his carpet with a big grin on my face. I made quite a large wet patch. The sound of it splashing down onto the fabric added to the eroticism of the moment. And to be honest it was an eye opener for me. I never realised until this moment that peeing could be so much fun.

So of course when I had to go in the middle of the night, I peed on the carpet again. And then a third time before he woke up first thing in the morning.

When I got home I so wanted to share my story with others, albeit anonymously. I vaguely remembered hearing about this magazine and sought it out. And here we are with my letter.

I am a new subscriber to the online edition now, and am enjoying the adventures of other contributors already. 

And as for the guy I am seeing? Well he is someone to keep. I don't imagine any other guy I am likely to meet is ever going to let me piss on his bedroom carpet. 

I am seeing him again tonight and look forward to pissing on his carpet again.

I need a pee right now though, so just before I go, let me tell you I am going to do something I have never done before and pee all over my own kitchen floor just for fun. I can always mop it up afterwards.

Thanks for reading.

Sarah

 

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a lady in my late 30s, married to the local vicar. Both he and I are devout Christians, with three children all named after characters in the Bible. We are all regular church goers, followers of Jesus who strive to live righteous lives so that we are smiled upon by God almighty. I pray to Him every day, seeking guidance and signs. I am widely regarded by the wider church community as a pillar of that community, an example to be followed. But pride of course is one of the deadly sins, so as long as God is happy with the way things are, that is all I need.

But I do have a naughty pleasure which I usually only indulge in when home alone. You see, when I go to the bathroom I get a naughty pleasure out of ignoring the toilet which is right there and just squatting down and peeing all over the tiled floor. The sight and sound of it all splashing noisily down into an ever growing puddle seems like such erotically charged fun. I think it is the naughtiness and wrongness of it, the breaking of a taboo that makes it so much fun. I have wondered whether I am sinning in the eyes of God and on occasions tormented myself with guilt and shame at such a possibility. Yet I clean up the mess immediately, no one else is hurt, no one else is being cheated on or anything like that. So I have kind of reasoned that God regards this as nothing to worry about. But in moments of doubt I have prayed fervently for Him to send me a sign if I am in any way sinning. But so far God has not appeared to reveal any displeasure.

My husband would no doubt be horrified if he found out, and would probably tell me I am succumbing to the temptations of Satan. But if this were so, would not God guide me away from the path of evil? I trust in God totally so the fact that He has not revealed His displeasure reassures me that I am not sinning in the eyes of the Lord. And even rationalising it in human terms, I cannot see the harm I am doing to anyone.

So yes, I intend when home alone to keep enjoying the act of deliberately ignoring the toilet and urinating right there on the floor instead.

And another naughty confession. A few times I have even deliberately peed on the kitchen floor! Doing that was so outrageously naughty that I got a real erotically charged pleasure out of doing it. And once, I even got up and brazenly peed on the kitchen table, experiencing intense pleasure as it started flowing off the edge onto the floor. I cleaned up immediately after of course. I always do.

I hope the Lord is not offended by my writing of this letter to your magazine. After all, so many ladies seem to write in with outrageous tales of peeing all over their own, or someone else's, carpets, beds and furniture. I admire and envy them on one level but on a deeper level worry about the salvation of their souls. But it is of course not my place to judge. Only God can do that. A part of me would love to just squat down anywhere and pee all over the carpet, but that would be going too far. Am certain God would not approve of my infliction of pissy wet carpets upon the rest of my God fearing family. And I know they would not understand or approve either and I would never want to hurt them.

But one day, somehow, I hope that circumstances could somehow arise where I could enjoy a wonderfully long, guilt free, pee all over a carpet somewhere, without it being an abomination in the eyes of the Lord. Or even pee on a bed. Secretly I would love to do such things, but only if they can ever be done in ways that would not be offensive to God. Which would mean no one else being present, since allowing others apart from my husband to derive sexual pleasure from my actions would surely be a sin. As would be damaging someone else's property without their approval. 

I guess this is the first time a devout Christian and follower of Jesus has ever written to your magazine.

And unless God should show His displeasure, if I ever do get to pee on some carpet somewhere, I will let you know.



 

Edited September 1, 2023 by steve25805

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a married woman with kids, blonde, buxom and blue eyed, in my late 30s and still looking good.

My best friend is a divorcee in her early 40s, brunette with hazel eyes and long brown hair. And she still has curves in all the right places and looks good herself. Her only child has grown up and left home and her ex has moved out leaving her the house.

Sometimes I go around there for a few drinks, during which we look at entertaining or amusing things on the internet which is connected up to her widescreen TV. Last night was just the same. My husband was at home looking after the kids whilst I sat drinking wine with my friend at her place, laughing at things we found on the internet. We were into our second bottle and very tipsy when she told me to take a look at this, and showed me the online edition of Wet Carpet magazine. And there were letters from women and men all about true confessions of mostly women peeing everywhere. We giggled at the account we found of a 40 year old schoolteacher with a habit of peeing in the corner of her bedroom on the carpet, apparently for pleasure. She liked to pee on the kitchen floor too it seemed. And we laughed at other letters in a similar vein. I asked my friend why she was subscribed to such a magazine. She said it was a fun read because it was good for a laugh, but added that it was also a bit of an erotic thrill in a kinky kind of way. We agreed that it was probably fun to just pee anywhere for the hell of it just because of the naughtiness of it. After all, how bad is it to just pee on the carpet on purpose for fun?

Then my friend leaned towards me in an almost conspiratorial way and said that she had done it herself.

"No way!" I said with a semi-shocked but amused grin.
 

She said that yes she had, just occasionally, peed on the floor beside her bed, on the bedroom carpet. On purpose. Just for the pleasure of doing it. Saying that it was fun to be naughty sometimes. She said she didn't do it often because she did not want to ruin the carpet too much, nor have her bedroom smelling of stale pee. But every once in a while it was nice to just pee on the floor with total abandon. 

Well be both needed a pee as it happened, and I joked about joining her for a pee on her bedroom floor. But she suggested it might be more fun to be even naughtier, and do it right there in the living room. I said, "I cant do that! It will ruin your carpet!"

"Who cares", she responded. "It'll dry out within a day or two anyway. My bedroom carpet always does."
 

And so, unable to believe we were doing this, there was my friend and I soon squatting side by side in the middle of the living room, jeans and panties down to our knees, our naked asses inches above the floor.

And then we were doing it, both of us taking a long hissy wee right there on the carpet just for fun and not really giving a fuck. In fact, I found it quite erotically enjoyable. We both did.

When we were done we stood up and pulled our jeans and panties back up, and looked at the two large pee stains on the carpet, laughing at the sheer naughtiness of what we had just done.

We finished that second bottle of wine and just before I called a taxi home, we both decided we needed another pee, and she invited me to join her in a visit to the bathroom.

Once there she pointed to the toilet and said with a laugh that toilets are boring. She suggested that we both just pee all over the floor. Well why not? Its her floor and if she is okay with it, why not go with the flow? "Flow" being the operative word. So there we both soon were, jeans and panties pulled down again, squatting and pissing all over the tiled bathroom floor. We made an enormous puddle on the floor. It was well flooded. Then we just left it there. My friend said she'd mop it up in the morning..

I called a cab after that and was soon travelling home. 

Needless to say, neither my husband nor my kids know anything about their wife and mum pissing on someone's living room carpet and bathroom floor just for fun. It is a naughty secret shared only by my friend and co-conspirator. The lady who introduced me to your magazine and the fun to be had peeing in naughty places.

I look forward to my next visit.
 

 

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a professional photographer called Graham and I have been seeing this young science teacher called Clare. She is actually something of an exhibitionist on the quiet and loves posing for nude pics. She tends to have a surprisingly naughty streak after a few drinks and once dared me to let her pee on my kitchen floor. I gave her the go ahead. And so she did just that, squatted down and peed on my kitchen floor.

Well we were at my place again the other night, enjoying a few drinks and she got quite tipsy, and was soon naked in my living room. When she needed a pee I suggested making a photo shoot of it. Being an exhibitionist who enjoyed being filmed she agreed. And being a professional I was able to capture it all in rapid fire pics of reasonably good quality, in spite of being a bit tipsy myself. She asked where I wanted her to pee and I suggested right there in the living room. And sorry to disappoint but it is a hardwood floor, so no carpets being pissed on..

Anyway, this is a little different from most letters in that I will let the pics tell most of the story. I hope you publish it anyway. She put on quite a good show.

Anyway, here she is shortly after I suggested she pee in my living room and had my camera ready to take the first pic....

I think you might agree that she looks rather sexy in the nude, even if a bit drunk.

And here she is a few moments later, gleefully pointing to the floor in front of the coffee table, indicating her clear intention as to where she was going to pee...


But clearly she had better ideas than to just squat directly over the floor. Because next thing she did was to start getting up onto the table....


Within moments she had positioned herself into a squat upon that table, clearly planning to piss from the edge of it down onto the floor...


And then she started pissing right there onto the floor...




She sprayed that floor pretty good and the sound of it hissing out and splashing down was really loud. And as you can see she got a few dribbles onto the table itself.

It was a pretty long pee and flooded the floor. I was going to have a lot of mopping up to do later.

But alas all good things do come to an end. Here is the last pic I got of her peeing, just as the flow was starting to diminish....


And finally, here she is afterwards, looking very pleased with her performance.
 

Hope you enjoyed this novel form of letter.

Edited September 7, 2023 by steve25805

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My wife and I are both professionals in the pharmaceutical industry. We are in our late 40s. My wife has long been in the habit of keeping a large bowl under the bed so she can pee in at at night instead of going to the toilet. Its a habit she got into when the kids were young to avoid waking them up by going to the bathroom. It soon became apparent to both of us that I found the sight of her doing this rather sexy, and she enjoyed me watching her. So the bowl ended up being kept under my side of the bed, and she would come around, squat naked over it - we usually slept nude you see - and pee in it in front of me, always with a big grin upon her face.

This became our secret pleasure, and we kept on doing it long after the kids had grown up and left home. Sometimes I would piss in the bowl too, firstly because if I needed to go I might as well, and secondly because my wife was fascinated by my pissing dick and sometimes liked to hold it for me. And it is always my job to empty the bowl in the morning. My wife gets a buzz out of the idea of just pissing in the bowl and knowing it was my job to empty it.

Well the other night we were both nude in the bedroom and needing a pee. We had ignored the toilet in the bathroom because it was more fun to watch each other peeing in the bowl. But when my wife reached under the bed to grab it, it wasnt there. I had emptied it into the toilet that morning but for some reason left it in the bathroom. My wife then grinned, commenting that because the bowl wasnt there she was just going to have to make do without it. Whereupon she squatted over the floor on my side of the bed as usual without anything to pee in. And then she just peed anyway, right there on our bedroom carpet. Sexiest thing I'd ever seen. The sight and sound of her yellow piss splashing down onto the fabric was amazing. She had a massive grin as she peed, and was clearly enjoying it. She laughed that it was my fault for forgetting the bowl. 

When she was done she admired the puddle soaking into the carpet and stood up, at which point I announced that I needed to pee too. She asked me to come around to her side of the bed, where she took my penis in hand and aimed it towards the floor as I peed right there on the carpet beside her sleeping position.

I intend to forget the bowl again sometime, lol.

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a 29 year old barmaid who likes a bit of a drink myself. And I have a bit of a pissy reputation when drunk, peeing in full public view, or peeing in glasses in pubs and nightclubs, sometimes peeing on the floor.

But when it comes to picking up guys, or girls because I am bi, I have a golden rule. And I do mean "golden" you see. And that is, before I let anyone sleep with me, they have to let me christen their carpets. And because I am very good looking - if I should say so myself - quite a lot of people are willing to oblige. I tell them it is my own special way of having them prove their love to me. Sometimes I get a blunt refusal, but quite often I do get to enjoy the thrill of pissing all over someone else's carpet right in front of them, mostly the living room carpet at first though later in the bedroom I do tend to to piss on that carpet too as a matter of course. 

And I can always tell the difference between those who are just putting up with me doing it in return for a fuck and those who get off on it. These latter tend to become long term dates, because they will often let me piss on their carpets and floors anytime I feel like so long as they can watch. One or two of my regular dates in the past were happy to have me piss all over their tables and furniture too. The dirtiest bastards were the ones that wanted me to piss all over them. I have peed on a number of men and some women before. One lady I met in the pub had me squat over her face in her living room and piss in her mouth. There I was, pissing away into her eager mouth. And she was swallowing it in great big gulps, like she couldn't get enough. She was loving it, I could tell.  She is not the only one who has ever drank my pee. Once in a pub some guy let me piss in his beer glass and then he drank it. To name just one example. But never have I seen someone get so much pleasure from drinking my piss as this lady did.

Needless to say the kind of lady so happy to let me use her mouth as a toilet and to drink my fresh hot piss with such obvious delight, was more than happy to have me piss wherever the hell I wanted at her place. And she would join in. Sometimes we would spend an entire weekend at hers, pissing everywhere and anywhere. All over the floors and carpets, all over the furniture and on the tables, in the cupboards and drawers, against the walls. The state of her place after a heavy weekend was pretty horrendous, I can tell you. Sometimes for many weeks afterwards her entire house stank of pee. I don't know what her visitors must have thought about it. Though rumour has it I was not the only one pissing on her carpets and furniture. She was known for her pissing antics in the lesbian fetish community, or so I heard.

Anyway, my own place is rather more sacrosanct. Only a special few ever get to pee on my carpets, usually in the bedroom beside my bed. Letting the love of my life piss all over my bedroom carpet right there beside my bed is the ultimate token of my love for them. If my bedroom is ever going to smell of someone else's pee, it has to be the pee of someone very special. Sometimes of course I will piss on the carpet myself, usually either beside the bed or in a corner. Or behind the sofa if I do it in the living room. But I don't do this often, since I would rather my own home did not stink of pee. Much more often I might piss on my own kitchen or bathroom floors. And that is because both floors are tiled and so it is an easy matter just to quickly mop it all up afterwards. And there is something so funny yet erotic to be ignoring the toilet that is right there and just doing it on the floor a couple of feet from it.

I guess I am a pee fetishist, and have been for as long as I can remember. I have always gotten a buzz out of peeing in random places.
 

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet

When I was growing up I knew this girl who liked to pee on her bedroom carpet in front of me and liked watching my dick as I peed there too. I used to let her pee on my bedroom carpet as well.

Well we both kind of grew up and grew out of it, each going our separate ways. She got married, had kids, kids grew up and left home, she got divorced and was left with the house. I too had kids who now live with their mum from whom I am separated. We learned all this about each other when chance bought us together in a hotel bar one night and we got talking. She is 42 now, a year older than me. 

We met up a couple more times and then she invited me round to her place for and evening of films and drinks. Though in fact we soon gave up on the films as we were far more interested in chatting to each other. 

Well we ended up having sex in her bedroom, both of us naked of course, then chatted some more laying together on the bed, supping wine. And somehow - don't remember how or who brought it up - the subject of our childish carpet pissings came up and how we were lucky our mums never found out, but agreed it seemed like fun at the time. Then with a naughty grin she told me she needed a pee right then. She said it might be fun if she - a fully grown woman now - just peed on the carpet like we used to. She said it would be such a naughty thing to do but would surely be great fun. Well lets just say I was never minded to talk her out of it. 

So, erotically naked, she got up off the bed and sashayed over towards the corner of her bedroom. Then she lowered herself down into a squat right there. And seconds later with an audible hissing she started pissing right there, an ever growing damp patch forming on the carpet beneath her. She laughed about how doing this was just as much fun as it always used to be. She gleefully enthused in mid flow that being a fully grown woman old enough to know better made it even naughtier. She was clearly enjoying herself, and I too was enjoying the show. She peed loads and created a rather large puddle slowly seeping into the carpet.

When she was done, she got up and looked down at the mess she had made with a satisfied grin. "I enjoyed that", she enthused.

I needed to go too so she had me stand beside her bed and insisted upon lending a hand so to speak, holding my dick as I pissed on the carpet beside her bed.

Well whenever we are at her place this has become a regular thing. We often go upstairs to pee together, walking right past the bathroom and going into her bedroom where we both pee on the carpet. Its our thing now. Her room does smell a bit pissy but she is not bothered about it so I am not going to be. Sometimes she likes to hold my dick whilst I piss against her bedroom wall. On one occasion when we were both quite drunk we decided it would be a good laugh to deliberately wet the bed together. She had to sleep at mine for the next few nights whilst her mattress dried out, lol.

Of course, we sometimes spent the night together at my place anyway, where she frequently insisted upon christening my bedroom carpet, peeing there beside my bed. And now at my place too we tend to have evenings when we dont use the toilet and instead pee on my bedroom carpet in front of each other just for fun. At my invitation, she has even peed on my living room carpet once, right in front of the sofa.

We indulge in other naughty pissings too from time to time, like peeing all over our own or each others kitchen and bathroom floors, then leaving it there to mop up later. One Friday evening we both peed all over her kitchen floor and she just left it there until Sunday morning before bothering to mop it up. She would be cooking food in the kitchen with piss still all over the floor which seemed so naughtily outrageous. And naturally when it came to our bathrooms, there was something so deliberately naughty about ignoring the toilet that was right there and pissing all over the floor anyway.

Another thing she occasionally likes to do is to squat upon her kitchen table and piss on it as I watch. I love the way it starts flowing off the edge onto the tiled kitchen floor. She sometimes likes to hold my dick as I piss on the table too. 

I think I love this woman. It is great to be able to have so much fun pissing together.

Edited September 8, 2023 by steve25805

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Jane, my partner is called Clare. And we are both in our late 20s. And yes we are lesbians. We love this magazine with all those tales of ladies peeing all over the place, fucking up their own carpets and shit like that. We would love to just pee everywhere in our own home with total abandon, but we have lots of visitors who would never understand why the carpets and furniture are all wet, nor do we want to live somewhere that stinks of stale pee. Yet the very notion of just peeing anywhere is a turn on for both of us. In our own home for most of the time we just tend to do it on the bathroom and kitchen floors, delighting in flooding them. It is relatively easy to mop up afterwards. We do random things like get up onto the kitchen table together and piss all over it, loving the sound of it flowing off the edge and splashing down onto the tiled floor. And since the bathroom wall is painted with steam proof and waterproof paint, we sometimes like to stand naked with our hips thrust forward and piss against the wall. Another kinky thing we like to do is take a standing piss on the toilet together with the lid down so that most of it ends up on the floor anyway.

But what we really want to do is piss all over the carpet without actually doing any damage. We want the thrill without ruining our carpets. In recent months though we have had a great idea. Every week we buy several cheap rugs from charity shops. with one laid out in the living room and another in our bedroom. With several spare ones.  It costs us money but it is worth it. And when we need a piss we will just squat over the rug in the living room or the bedroom, depending upon where we are. And just piss on it. All the thrill of pissing with abandon on the carpet, but on something we can just throw away when it is ruined, and before it gets too so sodden that pee starts to seep through onto our carpets beneath. It is a tremendous rush to squat in the middle of the living room and piss on the rug. We have to move them when visitors are expected, unless they are friends in the know, in which case they are free to piss on the rug too, and most seem to enjoy doing it.

We probably throw away five or six piss soaked rugs every week. The bin men must wonder what the hell is going on. 

One evening we decided to throw a piss party for ourselves and several of our lesbian friends who were interested, ranging in age from just 18 up to their early 40s. In preparation for this planned event we travelled around all the charity stores buying up as many second hand rugs as we could get our hands on. And on the evening in question, before our half dozen or so lady guests arrived, we covered the living room floor with rugs two deep, in anticipation of lots of piss. And of course we laid on lots of alcohol though our guests were encouraged to bring their own as well. It was all planned as a drink fest cum erotic pissing session. There were only two rules. Rule 1 is that we would be naked and our guests were expected to strip naked upon arrival too. Just to enhance the eroticism of all we were going to be doing. The second rule was that all pissing had to be done openly in front of each other all over the living room floor on the rugs provided.

Soon there were eight of us all naked and drinking large amounts of alcohol, regularly squatting, semi-squatting, or just standing with parted legs, and pissing all over the floor. The rugs in the middle of the room were soaked first but we all decided it would be fun to make the entire floor wet, so we all started peeing in corners, between armchairs, all over every area of the floor not occupied by furniture. It soon seemed like every ten minutes or so, another naked female was taking a piss right there on our living room floor. Before the end of the evening, the top layer of rugs were so sodden that they were squelching underfoot. We all had wet feet, lol.

Well that was a brilliant party. All the rugs were ruined off course, especially the top layer. We removed them and threw them out in the yard in the morning. Even the bottom layer was ruined but fortunately very little had seeped through onto the carpet proper. Nothing a quick dusting of shake and vac wouldn't sort. 

Less than half an hour after we'd sorted all that out. My mother paid a visit. And she had no clue what had happened, which is just as well because she is one of those clean freaks who would freak out even if you just peed in the shower. Good  job she didnt come and hour earlier. She'd have been horrified, lol.

 

 

 

[steve25805 126,156]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My 31 year old girlfriend, Sara, has been living with me for three years now. My home is a cheap one which amongst other things has no central heating in the bathroom or upstairs landing. On cold days in winter it can be damned cold in there. But it is all I could afford to buy, and was so fed up with renting.

Well on a particularly cold January evening some eight or so months ago we were lying together in bed, chatting when she groaned about needing to go to the bathroom for a pee. And moaned about how cold it was going to be.

I of course had the naughtiest idea and suggested she not not bother going to the bathroom in the freezing cold. That if she wanted to she could just pee  right here in the bedroom in the corner on the floor.

She laughed incredulously at my suggestion. "Are you serious? On the carpet?" It was clear that the idea did not unduly shock or disgust her. It just amused her mostly but she seemed to find the naughtiness of the suggestion a little arousing insofar as I could tell. I told her that I was fine with it and would enjoy the show. She laughingly called me a perv but grinned as she asked rhetorically "Shall I do it?" Again I told her to go right ahead.

So with a big smirk on her face she climbed out of bed and strode in the nude over to the corner where she turned to face me and dropped down into a squat. She had a big smile of pleasure on her face as she double checked, "Are you sure about this?"

I said that it was fine again and told her to go right ahead. And within seconds her grin broadened into one of absolute delight as her hissy yellow piss started spraying down onto the carpet, creating a rapidly growing damp patch. The sound of it splashing down onto the fabric added to the pleasure of the imagery for me. She looked down at the sight of her spray hitting the carpet, then looked at me again, gleefully announcing "I can't believe I'm doing this." I joked about her being the first girl who had ever done me the honour of christening my carpet. She laughingly responded that I was the first guy who had ever wanted her to. 

Still pissing away with a massive grin of sheer pleasure upon her face, she joyously announced, "I'm enjoying this."

"I can see that!" I laughed.

By the time she was done the wet patch was massive. She stood up and looked down admiringly at the mess she had just made then looked at me and laughed. "I cant believe you wanted me to do that. On your carpet!" 

I said that if she liked she could use that corner of the room anytime she felt like it because I really didnt mind and no one else ever came into my bedroom anyway. She expressed a concern about it maybe starting to smell a bit pissy, but I reassured her that I wasn't bothered if she wasn't.

And so, she has been pissing right there on the carpet in the corner of the bedroom ever since, often several times a day, the tacit agreement being that whenever I was around I could watch her doing it. Sometimes she liked to see me pissing there too, but most of the time it is her doing it. Her own special pee corner.

The carpet in that corner is now thoroughly stained in various hues of yellow, and is almost permanently soaking wet, almost never getting the chance to dry out before she is pissing on it again. It has become her thing and our secret pleasure. My bedroom of course smells quite pissy all the time now, but I dont mind and she doesnt seem to and we are the only ones who ever go in there. So it remains our naughty secret. 

I think I have found the woman of my dreams.

Edited September 11, 2023 by steve25805

[Bacardi 10,135]

Yep. That's me. Squatted in the corner, pulling my panties to the side, curling in on myself, and peeing as fast as I could on the floor of the Radford Center building at my university. You're probably wondering how I got here, right? Well. I would be happy to tell you! 

My University is in the heart of my State's busiest city. Everyone hates city driving I know, but luckily for me it would be my last week driving through the gridlock because at the time of this incident I was due to take my final exam for my final class. I couldn't wait to get my degree handed to me. Leyla Archer. Bachelor of Science in Nursing. I was so looking forward to putting school behind me, to walk across that stage, and pursue my dreams of becoming a nurse. All I had to do was pass my anatomy final, which I had been studying all week for day and night, and I would be free. When I woke up that morning I could almost taste it. I was so confident in fact that I pulled right into Starbucks as I left my neighborhood, and that is where I met my first hurdle. 

The line at my Starbucks usually goes so quick, but today it went at a snail's pace. Not only that, but my normal sugary, vanilla, milkshake like drink was out, so I defaulted to a regular old iced latte. It took me 20 minutes to get through the line, and when the batista handed me the drink she handed me a venti. Puzzled, I politely told her I had ordered a tall, but she simply shrugged her shoulders, told me she was running behind and that I could enjoy the free upgrade. It put a smile on my face. I was so confident. At least until I ran into my next hurdle of the day: traffic.

A car had over turned and caused a major pile up, and while I was grateful everyone seemed to be alive and well, I was not grateful for the traffic being forced into the far left lane when I was in the far right. Just to merge over 3 lanes and pass the wreck took me an additional 15 minutes, and once I looked at the clock I really began to panic. I only had about 20 minutes left to get to my final. I cringed, knowing I was at least 15 minutes away. The second I parked the car I would have to sprint like my life depended on it if I wanted to make it on time. 

"If you are late for the final, you automatically fail the class." 

My professor's words echoed off of the walls of my skull. I eased onto the gas as I focused on the road. I could do this. Everything would be fine. That was when my third hurdle made itself known: my bladder. 

I hadn't needed to pee when I first woke up, so I simply got ready and walked out the door. That was a mistake since I was taking the exit to the eastern part of the city with a now aching bladder. I had convinced myself that it would be fine. I was ten minutes away and 5 minutes was enough time to park, get to the building, have a fast pee, and get to my final. I had to relax. 

Hurdles four and five came my way as soon as I made it onto campus. First the parking garage was closed due to an on going function I had zero idea about. I circled the buildings a few times, but could find no available street parking. My need to pee was so dire I eventually began to just drive forward, keeping one eye on the road and one looking out for parking, and when I finally found a spot I didn't realize it was so far away. I didn't even know where I was! Pulling up my GPS I found it would take me a four minute walk to my building, which left me one minute to navigate the building, find a bathroom, and sit down for my final. I was so full of pee I thought for sure my vision would soon be turning yellow, but I couldn't let it stop me. I threw myself from the car the second I had it in park and booked it straight to the building. 

As you can imagine the shaking did nothing to help my already sore bladder. To say my need to pee was off the scale was an understatement. With each of my movements it felt as if someone was tightening their grip on my bladder. I thought for sure I would end up wetting my panties, but by some miracle I was able to make it to the lobby of the building completely dry. My bladder screamed for release as I quickly weighed my options and decided I'd take my chance speed climbing the stairs than riding the elevator. With my bad luck today I'd probably get stuck in it. My class was on the 5th floor, and I knew for a fact that there was a restroom right there next to the stairs, so I clenched down as hard as I could and focused on lifting one foot in front of the other until I saw the big, bright silver 5 on the wall. I signed, closed my eyes as I leaned all my weight onto the door fully expecting it to give way and allow me relief. But, that's where I met my final hurdle. 

As my body met the resistance that was the door failing to open, my bladder finally started to become exhausted. As my panties became damp with a short squirt I stared at an out of order sign hung on the door. I was quiet, almost to the point of tears trying to figure out what I was going to do. The clock on the wall showed less than a minute until 9:30 when my exam again, I was literally peeing in my underwear, and there was no time to find another bathroom. I looked down at the floor between my sandals. I had literally no other choice but to pee right here. 

In the small alcove that housed the elevators and restroom there was a sign advertising the newly renovated University Cafe. It was taller than me and fully solid, and the desperation in my mind didn't even allow me to think anymore than that. It took two steps for me to step into the dark corner behind the sign, squat, pull my dress up and panties to the side, and simply let go. 

My stream was so strong, so fast, and so loud. The first few moments I kept my eyes shut tight, not wanting to believe I had resorted to peeing behind a sign on the floor of my own school. But the sound of my pee cutting into the carpet so loudly brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes, swallowing the embarrassment enough to look at the mess I was making. I was peeing so fast that the carpet was having a difficult time absorbing it! Some parts of the dark blue carpet were saturated, and others held a puddle that was spreading toward the sturdy bottom of the sign. I gulped, feeling my cheeks glowing red as i tried to slow and hide my stream. But, just as soon as I started feeling embarrassed I realized I didn't have to be. It was nearly class time for everyone! No one would be roaming the halls at this time. I bowed my head and once again began peeing at full speed. I had been peeing for so long now there was no use trying to stop now as I was nearly empty. 

I continued to relieve myself as fast as I could, and the millisecond I was done I snapped my panties in to place and ran for my classroom door. It was just down the hall and I could see my professor standing at the door waiting to close it. I was out of breath, one part from peeing in an unconventional spot and one part running all around campus, but eventually I did make it! I was able to sit for my exam and finish triumphantly! I left the classroom with a huge smile on my face, and it only got bigger when I walked into the alcove to call the elevator and could not see or smell my misdeed that had taken place an hour prior. Even leaning over and taking a close look I couldn't see my puddle there behind the sign, and I just decided to board the elevator and never worry about it again. 

And it worked. I aced the test, graduated, and got my dream job working in the emergency room at a busy hospital. To this day, I am certain no one has ever found out about my emergency pee behind a Cafe sign at my university!

[A_AShes 540]

2 hours ago, Bacardi said:

 

Love you story, congrats!!!.Great way to find right cofee relaxing in precisely right time...

[ABBYPEEGODDESS 1,746]

Dear Wet Carpet & Alfresco,

 

Aaron, here probably for the last time since I feel the issue is resolved today in the morning after reading your review and thinking about it for a month. I felt confident I could resolve the issue. So I walk to her room, but I see the restroom wide open.

 

There in her whole naked beauty was my daughter brushing her teeth and using the sink as her urinal. I don’t tell her anything since I sometimes pee in the sink as well. Her strong morning stream caused a splashback adoring the white sink in yellow droplets. She spits out the toothpaste as she finishes peeing she wipes with my towel and walks out like nothing. 

 

As she goes to school I stay home and sit on the couch drinking a couple of beers then some more In total I drank 5. As my bladder began to fill up I noticed a dried puddle on the carpet. At that moment I don’t know what came across my mind but it was the best decision ever. I whip out my hefty cock. Sitting down my long hose begins adorning the carpet adding wetness with a thick stream. 

 

Yeah, I joined my daughter She was right I was just too uptight. Why limit yourselves to the toilet it’s good to piss wherever you want.